Changing of the Guard

NC-17

He's been trying very hard *not* to think about Jayesh.

Not that it seems to be helping, because regardless of how many guys he takes home with him, none of them even come close to comparing.

Hell, he knows he shouldn't even be comparing, because he's pretty sure there isn't a man alive that *can* compare, but that doesn't seem to stop him.  Every touch is weighed, every kiss measured, every stroke contrasted until he's lost in the ideal of a man he barely knew.

Lost in the promise of a man he doubts is ever going to return and Rajeev's seriously starting to consider finding himself a wife.

Women had to be easier.  They just had to be.

Not to mention Rajeev's fairly certain finding a wife is the only way he's ever going to repair the rift between him and his father and was he really stupid enough to tell his father that he loved fucking men?

Jayesh would probably laugh at him for that one.  Maybe even drag him upstairs like he did the last time and… no.  Not thinking about that.  Because thinking about that will only lead him right back to the start of a circle he still hasn't managed to find a way out of.  The start of a circle he seems bound to repeat until, eventually, he'll end up broken and alone, just like his mother seems worried he might and Rajeev sighs before flicking on the espresso machine.

"Something the matter?" Marisa asks from her place by the cash, looking almost amused and Rajeev shakes his head before answering.

"Remember that guy I met at Bang last night?" Rajeev asks, waiting for Marisa's nod and grin before continuing.  "I took him back to the apartment."

"And?" Marisa prompts, clearly excited and Rajeev sighs a second time.  "That bad?"

"No.  He was amazing.  But…"

"Let me guess; he's not Jayesh."

"Exactly."

Marisa offers him a somewhat sympathetic smile, shrugging lightly and Rajeev knows she's about half a second away from her rant on men and why exactly they aren't worthy of either of their attention.

Rajeev almost wants to hear it.

Almost, except not quite, because it hasn't helped the last four times he's heard it, so he knows it's not going to help now.  Hell, he doubts it'll ever help and what he really needs is more of her famous 'memory killer'.  He's second away from asking, suggesting they throw another 'girls' night because those are always fun, but before he gets the chance, Maya appears, looking slightly out of breath and, for a second, Rajeev thinks it might have something to do with her brother.

"Oh good, you're here," Maya says, smiling brightly as she leans against the counter, pausing a moment to catch her breath and Rajeev can't help himself.

"Have you heard from Jay?" he asks, cursing himself the second the question leaves his lips, hearing Marisa snicker behind him.

"Oh.  No.  Sorry, I haven't," Maya replies, smile vanishing and she leans a little closer.  "He'll call," she continues, tone completely certain and Rajeev almost wants to believe her.

"Yeah," he answers absently, shoulders deflating before he remembers where he is and who's watching.  The last thing he wants is Marisa hovering over his shoulder and worrying.

"Actually, I have a favour to ask," Maya says, batting her eyelashes like it might make the difference and Rajeev's instantly suspicious.

"And that would be?" he questions, resisting the urge to pull away from Maya's pleading eyes.

Maya pauses a second time, carefully considering her words and Rajeev jumps when the espresso machine next to him hisses, indicating it's heated up enough to start making coffee.

"You remember my idea, the one about bringing special events to Bang?" Maya asks, and of course Rajeev remembers; it's all she's talked about for weeks.

"Yes."

"Well, first up is the bachelor auction and I'm going to need…"

"No," Rajeev answers right away, holding his hands up because the last thing he's going to do is stand on the bar's stage and wait for *women* to bid on him.

"But I…"

"Maya, in case you've forgotten: I'm gay," Rajeev tells her, turning just in time to see Marisa laugh into her hand.

She doesn't stop, even with him watching, instead shaking her head before leaving the counter, heading out to the tables to clear away empty coffee cups and crumpled newspapers.

"It's not like you have to have sex with them," Maya explains.  "You'd just have to take them out, show them a good time, like you did with me when I first got here," she continues, lip quivering and Rajeev knows he'll give in.

It's really only a matter of time, so there's really no sense fighting it now.  He sighs, shaking his head slightly before nodding his agreement.

"Fine, but you owe me."

"Thank you," Maya replies, smiling brightly and then she's gone, leaving Rajeev to stare after her, wondering just what he gotten himself into.

~*~

It would help if he could actually see the women bidding on him.

It's impossible, of course; the lights on the stage blindingly bright and all Rajeev can do is stand there, blinking up as spots dance across his vision, trying to put faces to the shouts in the crowd.

"All right, ladies.  We've got one hundred dollars.  Do I hear one-fifty?" Quincy calls out from the microphone, pumped as always and Rajeev smiles brightly to displace some of his nervous tension.

It doesn't help in the least.

Technically, it's not like he hasn't gone out on a date with a woman before.  Hell, he spent the better part of four years meeting and dating his perspective future wives, all hand selected by his parents, of course, and he fooled them.  Compare to that, this should be a breeze.

"Three hundred," comes a voice from the crowd and this time Rajeev does recognize the voice.

Jordan and no.  Just no.

The last thing he wants to do was take out Jordon.  Jordon's idea of a good time consists of setting up her webcam and broadcasting her sexual exploits over the internet, something Rajeev wants no part of because, no, just no.

"I've got three hundred.  Going once.  Going twice…."

"Five."

Rajeev blinks.

Because unless he's hallucinating, the voice is clearly male and maybe tonight won't be so bad after all.

"Five hundred.  Sold."

Rajeev grins to himself, resisting the urge to smirk in Jordon's direction as he climbs off the stage.  He weaves his way through the crowd, making his way to the back of the bar, searching eyes for anyone who might be his 'date' for the evening and…

This is not possible.

Not even remotely in the realm of possibilities and Rajeev's mouth falls open as he comes face to face with Jayesh.  Jayesh, who's standing there, lopsided grin firmly attached and it takes all of Rajeev's willpower not to jump the other man right there in the middle of the club.

"What… um… Jay… um… hi," Rajeev settles on, still not quite processing the fact that *Jayesh* is standing in front of him.

Right there.  In the flesh.  Close enough to touch and Jayesh's smile shifts, becoming almost hesitant, awkward like he hasn't really thought this through and Rajeev smirks to himself at the sight.

"Hi," Jayesh says, arching both eyebrows and Rajeev still hasn't figured out how he manages that particular trick.

"You came back," Rajeev replies, stepping forward, right into Jayesh's space, biting his bottom lip when Jayesh swallows, hard.

"Yeah.  Look, Raj, I'm sorry about…"

"Don't worry about it.  You're here now, right?" Rajeev interrupts, smile genuine this time and Jayesh nods.  "So, what do you plan on doing with me, seeing as you've just purchased me," he questions, letting his gaze wander over Jayesh's body, suggestive leer settling onto his features.

Right on cue Jayesh blushes, dark skin flushing pink and Rajeev doesn't wait for an answer before extending his hand.  He pulls Jayesh from the club, dragging him out into the artist's walk, through the small alley and up the stairs to the apartment he shares with Marisa.

They don't even make it halfway up the stairs before Jayesh is on him, hands pulling at fabric, lips pressing together and Rajeev breathes in the comforting scent of cumin and cologne and Jayesh.  It's so much better than he remembered and, before Rajeev can stop himself, he's calling out Jayesh's name, saying things he swore he'd never say.

Things like missed you and need you and want you and it's not until Rajeev's back his a door that he realizes they've somehow managed to stumble up the steps, never once breaking contact and Rajeev reluctantly pulls back.

Just long enough to dig keys out of his pocket and unlock the door and then they're falling inside, limbs already tangled together and Rajeev sends up silent thanks that his mother finally decided to go home.  He doubts this would be half as good as he suspects it's going to be if his mother was still camped out on his couch.

"Marisa home?" Jayesh asks between kisses, nimble fingers already halfway through Rajeev's buttons and Rajeev shakes his head.

"She was at Bang, so she probably saw us leave together.  She'll stay out late," Rajeev answers, leaning down to nip at Jayesh's jaw, teeth marring skin, tongue sliding out a second later to soothe the sting.

Jayesh doesn't complain, instead pressing into Rajeev's mouth, straining to get that much closer and Rajeev all but drags him into the bedroom.

Directly over to the bed, stopping just long enough to pull Jayesh's shirt up and over his head, letting it land on the floor before reaching for Jayesh's belt, pulling until it gives way and then they're falling.

Landing on the edge of the bed, precariously close to falling off and Rajeev shifts, pulling Jayesh with him until they end up somewhere close to the middle.  Close enough, anyway, and it takes Rajeev a moment to realize Jayesh is pulling at his jeans.

Tugging almost frantically and Rajeev laughs before unfastening the top button, sliding down the zipper and arching up, allowing Jayesh to tug them down and off.  It takes relatively no time to finish undressing, Jayesh's pants ending up somewhere near Rajeev's closet, his boxers somewhere near the foot of the bed.

And then there is nothing between them; just the soft slide of skin on skin and Rajeev had forgotten just how much he missed this.  How much he missed Jayesh and when Jayesh bends down, tongue pressing hard against Rajeev's torso, trailing down past nipples and over the taunt expanse of Rajeev's stomach, Rajeev arches into the sensation and moans Jayesh's name.

Does it again when Jayesh nips at Rajeev's hipbones, teeth trailing over too sensitive flesh and Rajeev hisses, shivering slightly before reaching out, settling his hands in Jayesh's hair, pushing him lower.

Right away Jayesh takes the hint, shifting until he's settled between Rajeev's legs, hands flattened against Rajeev's hips and Rajeev struggles not to buck up at the first feel of warm air blown against his head.

Jayesh does it again, not quite touching and Rajeev knows he's doing it on purpose.  Making Rajeev suffer for whatever Jayesh thinks he's done.  Does it a third time and this time Rajeev whimpers, bucking forward and Jayesh actually laughs before leaning closer, tongue darting out to lap at a tiny pearl of precome.

"Bastard," Rajeev gets out, the word practically moaned.

Jayesh's response is a raised eyebrow, arched perfectly and Rajeev has half a second to admire the smirk that settles on Jayesh's face before Jayesh is leaning forward, letting his mouth fall open, wrapping lips around Rajeev's length and then Rajeev is lost to the twin sensations of heat and wetness.

Lost to the feel of Jayesh's tongue, sliding along the underside of Rajeev's cock, tracing patterns that feel only like good and amazing and hot.  At first, he just lets his lips slide loosely around Rajeev's length, his tongue doing all the work, but slowly, the pressure increases, Jayesh sucking lightly and Rajeev grunts his appreciation.

And this, this is why no one compares to Jayesh.  Not because Jayesh has this amazing ability to coordinate his actions such that Rajeev can feel him everywhere --although that certainly helps-- but because the entire time he's doing it, he maintains eye contact, watching Rajeev like he's actually getting off on the sight of Rajeev's red stained cheeks and dilated pupils.

It feels almost intimate, like the entire world just falls away until there is no one left but the two of them and it didn't take Rajeev long to figure out that that was what it meant to be in love.  To know that he'd fallen for Jayesh, almost the second they met because he's never met anyone like Jayesh and he's pretty sure he's never going to.

Doesn't want to, in fact, and Rajeev has half a second to contemplate exactly when he became a romantic fool before Jayesh is cupping his balls, rolling them in the palm of his hand, mouth still stretched around Rajeev's length, sucking hard now and when Rajeev finally manages to focus long enough to take in the intensity of Jayesh's eyes, it's too much.

Far too much and way too soon Rajeev is arching back, hips pumping uselessly against the weight of Jayesh's hands and when Jayesh sinks even lower, swallowing around Rajeev's tip, Rajeev stops caring about lasting and comes.

And comes, long and hard, pulsing out into infinity until he's fairly certain he's going to die because *nothing* should ever feel this good.  This incredible and by the time the room stops spinning, Jayesh is straddled above him, grinning down like Rajeev is his favourite toy and before Rajeev can stop himself, he's talking.

"You're staying, right?" he asks, the words breathless but he's beyond caring how pathetic he might sound.

"Maybe," Jayesh replies, eyes twinkling and Rajeev can't help but laugh.

"Maybe?"

"Yes," Jayesh answers this time, flash of something Rajeev swears is love flickering in his eyes and Rajeev finds himself grinning.

"Good."

And it is good.  Very good.

Fin.