The Virgin Billionaire's Secret Baby

Everybody in the neighborhood of 95th Street and Riverside Drive knew Luis Fortune. It wasn’t because he was a model who did TV commercials and print ads for well-known discount department stores. It wasn’t because he’d accidentally been mixed up once with a shady real-estate agent and made headlines in all the tabloids. And it wasn’t because his life partner was known all over the world as the Virgin Billionaire.
Luis did contribute regular guest posts to an internationally known blog that focused on gay culture, Elena’s Romantic Treasures and Tidbits. But this wasn’t the reason his neighbors knew him so well either.
The people in the Korean Grocery knew Luis as the cute, quiet guy who smiled and wore a black oversized baseball cap pulled down over his eyes when he stopped in for a bottle of juice and a bouquet of flowers every morning after his run in Riverside Park. When Luis said good morning and handed them money, they always handed him change and returned his smile. On the avenue, the fish monger and the butcher knew Luis’s regular orders without having to ask. And they knew his little Chinese crested, Camp, well enough to pat the top of his shaggy beige head. The dry cleaner three doors down from the butcher joked around with Luis about the difficulties of getting older and being thankful to wake up in the morning. The young blond mailman stared down at Luis’s crotch and flirted shamelessly while Luis blushed. And the fast-talking young guy at the Chinese takeout around the corner always recognized Luis’s voice on the telephone.
After Luis’s partner, Jase Nicholas, bought Mr. Gordon’s Upper West Side building, Jase went into an aggressive renovation mode for the next six months that made Luis’s eyes roll. Jase hired one of the best architects in Manhattan to turn the makeshift converted apartment building back into the elegant single-family home it had once been. Luis and Jase were out of Jase’s apartment in Trump Tower and living full time on 95th Street faster than Luis could pack the pots and pans.
By the spring of their first year living on 95th Street as a couple, Luis finally felt as though he’d found the home and the family he’d always craved. That same year Luis and Jase traveled to Alaska to spend the Christmas holiday with Jase’s mother, father, and ninety-year-old grandmother. While there, they’d celebrated their union as a couple with a small gathering of family and friends in what resembled a traditional wedding ceremony. The grandmother even presented them with a double ring wedding quilt that had been in the family for years. The only detail that made their ceremony different from a traditional wedding was Luis and Jase weren’t legally allowed to marry in the U.S. because they were gay. But this didn’t matter to Luis on an emotional level. As long as he was with the love of his life, Jase, he didn’t need the government to validate his marriage, his love, or his relationship.
After that, they flew to Jase’s family in Alaska for every major holiday. Though neither one of them was in a position to leave New York and move to Alaska permanently, they cherished those getaways and made offhanded, indefinite plans to liand ve there at least part time someday.
But Luis couldn’t help sighing each time the plane left Alaska headed back to New York. He’d force a smile and Jase would pat him on the knee. Then Jase would send him an encouraging glance and talk about the plans he was going make to get together with their older gay friends, Ben and Percy, to keep Luis’s spirits up. And Luis would lift his chin and say, “Sounds like fun.” Though Luis would have preferred to move to Alaska and make it their home base, he was more than thankful for his wonderful life with Jase, his thriving career as a model, and his good friends in New York.
After spending an extra long Memorial Day weekend in Alaska, Jase surprised Luis in the car on the way home from the airport. He put his arm around Luis in the back seat and said, “We’re going to the country this weekend.”
Luis’s eyebrows went up and he tilted his head sideways. “We are?” Luis had been putting up a good front since they’d left Alaska. He’d been smiling and speaking with a forced lilt so Jase wouldn’t see how depressed he was. But deep down he couldn’t stop thinking about Jase’s ninety-year-old grandmother, Isabelle. She was going in for minor surgery that week and Luis would have liked to remain in Alaska until the surgery was over, but it wasn’t possible. Luis had a photo shoot on Thursday and Jase had several important meetings to attend on Thursday and Friday. Jase had been developing a new invention: a mop designed specially for hardwood floors that had a lifetime guarantee.
“Yes,” Jase said. “We’re driving out to Bucks County, Pennsylvania, and spending the weekend with an old friend of mine, Roland Marcus, and his partner, Josh Holden.”
Luis’s eyebrows quirked. “Those are the two guys you told me about who live down in the Village near Magnolia Bakery, aren’t they?” Luis had heard Jase mention his friend Roland several times since they’d been together. From what Luis recalled, Roland was the owner of a large family skin-care business, and his partner, Josh, ran a little bookshop on Bleecker Street with his ex-wife, Hillary. They’d always sounded a little peculiar to Luis. But he smiled and pretended to be excited.
Jase nodded and pulled Luis closer to his side. “Yes, those are the guys. I think you’ll like them.” He caressed Luis’s shoulder and kissed him on the cheek. “I love Ben and Percy, and I love spending a lot of time with them. They’re great guys. But it might be nice to hang out with another gay couple who are closer to our own ages for a change.” Ben and Percy were in their seventies. Jase was in his late thirties and Luis was still in his twenties.
Though Luis loved Ben and Percy like family, he couldn’t disagree with Jase on this. So he smiled and said, “What’s Bucks County like?” When Luis was in New York, he tended to remain in the city, mostly within his own neighborhood on the Upper West Side. He’d flown over Pennsylvania, but he’d never actually been there.
“I think you’ll like it,” Jase said. “It’s only about an hour from the city. There’s a nice little town called New Hope that has a large gay community and it’s very artistic. There are art galleries, gay nightclubs, and it’s filled with American history. For years, during the golden age of Broadway, all the best shows opened in New Hope at the Bucks County Playhouse.”
“Sounds like fun,” Luis said, reaching down to run his hand across Camp’s back. They always traveled with Camp. Luis refused to board him or leave him with a pet sitter. Once in a while he’d leave him with Ben and Percy, but not often; they had a giant poodle that tended to sniff Camp in all the wrong places.
“It will be a nice, quiet, relaxing weekend in the country,” Jase said. “Roland’s been asking us out for a long time and I finally said yes.”
Luis sighed and said, “I hope Isabelle is okay. I wish I could have been there to help your mother when Isabelle gets out of the hospital.” Luis had grown very close to Jase’s mother and father. But he’d become especially close to Isabelle. During this past trip, they’d played canasta until three in the morning each night.
“Stop worrying, baby,” Jase said. “It’s only minor outpatient surgery to repair a torn meniscus. If it were anything serious, I wouldn’t have left Alaska. And we’ll be back by Labor Day to make sure she’s okay.”
Luis settled into Jase’s warm body and rested his palm between Jase’s legs. He squeezed Jase’s balls a couple of times and said, “I know it’s not major. And I’m sure she’ll be fine. But I wish I could have stayed to help out.”
Jase spread his legs wider and placed his palm on the back of Luis’s head. He stroked Luis’s hair and said, “You know what I wish?”
“What?” Luis asked. He was staring ahead at the passing cars with a dazed expression, thinking about poor Isabelle being pushed around in a wheelchair for at least a week. She’d be cursing up a storm.
“That you’d give me head right now,” Jase said, bucking his slim hips forward, applying pressure to the back of Luis’s head.
Luis rolled his eyes and nodded at the back of the driver’s head. “I don’t think so.” Besides, Camp was sitting on his lap. Though most people wouldn’t have cared, Luis always thought it was creepy to have sex in front of his dog. It didn’t feel right. But he didn’t want to totally disappoint Jase, so he lifted Camp from his lap and placed him on the other end of the long backseat. Then he pulled down Jase’s zipper, reached into Jase’s pants, and said, “You’ll have to settle for a discreet hand job instead.” He knew Camp would remain sleeping and he knew the driver couldn’t see what he was doing from that angle.
But Jase shook his head and whispered, “I’d rather get head.” Then he pressed a button and a tinted window between the front and back seats went up. This wasn’t Jase’s car and it wasn’t his regular driver. This was an airport limo and they’d probably never see this driver again.
“What about him?” Luis nodded to the little hairless dog, who was curled up against the back door, sound asleep and snoring with an even wheeze.
“You couldn’t wake him with a pork chop right now,” Jase said, pulling his erection out of his pants so it could rest across his upper thigh.
Luis looked down between Jase’s legs and swallowed back. It never failed, and Jase seemed to know this all too well. The minute Luis saw Jase’s dick his mouth started to water. Luis glanced at the tinted window, then at the sleeping dog. A second after that, he grabbed the bottom of Jase’s shaft and said, “You have a very dirty mind.”
Jase grabbed the back of Luis’s head and laughed. Then he pushed Luis’s head down between his legs and said, “And you love it.”