THE GENTLEMEN'S CLUB Anderson Written by Lady Poetess egiggles at moose-mail.com /~bbp Please do not reproduce on any website without permission. This story has no resemblance to anyone dead or alive. ONE Ioan Gruffudd knew he was a great secretary. Organization was his forte. He had been a concierge, a valet, a purser, and now, a secretary to one of the most powerful young movers in Wall Street. His life was nothing but a constant organizing of schedules and plans of others, and he liked it that way. A well-known secret to power was of course having powerful rich people depending on you for every little detail. Yet, since he started working fot Cooper Acquisitions, for the first time in his life Ioan found himself losing his grip on the shift of power. His employer Anderson Cooper looked up from a meeting minute he was reading. "Sorry, Ioan, forgot you're here. So what am I supposed to do today?" Ioan pushed the geeky glasses up the bridge of his nose and reluctantly broke off his fascinated gazing at his boss' face. Coop wasn't handsome, Ioan would be the first to admit, but Coop was arresting. It wasn't the way Coop looked, it was the quiet steely tenacity and control the man radiated from his rangy but well-muscled form that attracted Ioan. Ioan had seen the way the civilized gentleman behind the power suit rips business rivals into shreds, and he liked that. And he liked the way Coop depended on him for everything too. It offered him some control over the way his heart ached each time he faced his boss in his office. He opened his black journal. "Meeting with Brendan at ten," he stated. "And at three you have a conference to attend. Your mother wants you to have dinner with her at seven, Crofton is expecting you at his party at nine. That's all for today." "Perfect. That means I have the afternoon to myself. That'll be all, Ioan. If Jessamyn calls, tell her I'm still in Bermuda." "If I may be so bold, Mr Cooper," Matt began. "Fuck the Mr Cooper, Ioan. You promised to call me Coop," Coop chided, as was his habit, his eyes back to his reading. "Coop," Ioan amended, drowning in the sight of the other man loosening the top few buttons of his white crisp shirt. Andy exposed a smooth V of flesh. "Why not just tell Ms Jessamyn Brown that you're not interested in her? That will make things easier instead of you hiding whenever she comes prowling." "I never hide," Coop said with a frown. "Or maybe I am," he said after a thought. "Don't worry, I'll handle it. Run along now." Run along now, Ioan mimicked the man in his heart. Once, he had rich handsome men like Coop begging for a piece of him. But those were the days when he was a mere bellhop or concierge. Now, he was on his way to the top of the food chain and he never wanted to return to those days of fucking for extra money or doing soft porn stuff on the side. Shrugging off his thoughts, he placed two pills on Coop's table. "Don't forget your pills." Coop waved absently, never looking up from his reading. "Shit, I'm late," Coop muttered. "I forgot to collect my laundry today." "Actually, I ordered Marie to do that," Ioan said, never looking from the computer screen. Coop felt irritated for no reason. "Oh," he said simply. Of course, Ioan would have that covered. Ioan always had everything covered. He made to the office exit. "Then I better go. My mother would skin me if I'm late again." Coop's mother was the esteemed Gloria Vanderbilt, and he came from a long line of old money. Ioan had never met a guy who had his portrait done and hung on a wall of a true castle until he met Coop. Coop, however, was unlike any other rich men of Ioan's acquaintances - he was never trying to take advantage of employees like Ioan, and he was unexpectedly frugal for a man with more money than he could have spent in his lifetime. The only time Coop pulled all stops in his spending was on clothes. Coop was crazy about Prada, Gucci, and Givenchy, and Ioan actually got some hand- me-downs from his boss in his wardrobe back in his middle-sized apartment in Manhattan. "Coop, I have taken the liberty to have James waiting for you downstairs with your Merc. Your favorite shirt and pants are in the back, along with the suit you will wear to Crofton's. You can go straight from your Mother to the party." Ioan still didn't look up when he said that. Coop peered over Ioan's shoulder. "Thanks. I don't know what I will do without you." Ioan nodded absently, and Coop suddenly wanted to smash the monitor screen. He coughed loudly. When that didn't work, he felt stupid and somewhat out of his league at this. "Ioan?" he said, suddenly wanting Ioan to look at him. Ioan finally deigned to look up, his green eyes narrowing in annoyance. They were beautiful green eyes, Coop realized. If he were the mawkish Ethan, he would have said they were almost jade in their azure glory. And since when did Ioan's lips look so darn pouty and sensual? Those lips looked juicy enough to be sucked and nibbled at leisure. Coop shifted his feet awkwardly. "Well, have a nice evening." Ioan smiled tightly and resumed his typing. Coop wondered if his secretary had a date. Strange, he had never thought of Ioan as anything but an organized walking, talking filofax, especially not as a person - especially not a sexual person who dated and probably fucked around. Coop felt tightness in his throat at the last thought. Hell, they should make it illegal for secretaries to have sex lives, he decided. He could use one of those efficient robots they had on TV shows. He turned at the door, compelled by an indefineable need to give Ioan another one look. Was it him that he thought he saw Ioan averted his eyes just in time down to the computer? "Ioan." Ioan looked up now, sheepishly, as if he knew he was caught staring. Coop gave the man his best grin. It was his best trait, his boyfriends in the past had told him. That and his easy, affable sense of humor. His face was narrow and angular, a far cry from the conventional perspective of beauty, and since he was twenty, he had lines on his forehead and a shiny, silver streak in his hair. It was genetic, and while he did worry about losing his hair one day, he did like what the illusion of maturity did to him. He was thirty-six, but he looked ten years older when he wasn't smiling and when his eyes were closed. Still, people took him more seriously after his hair became streaked with silver. They even called him the Silver Fox. "Come with me to dinner and save me from my mother," he asked Ioan. "Very funny, boss." Ioan however reached into his shirt pocket. He tossed the card to Coop, who caught it easily. For a moment there, Coop gaped. The stuffy, boring, and always robotic Ioan, in that single spontaneous moment, was gone, replaced by a roguish, even seductive rascal with a twinkle in his eye... then Ioan's mask returned, and Andy wondered whether he had just imagined everything. "That's the address of a rather wild strip club. I'll be there with some friends - join us if you can escape the dinner early." Ioan's grin was almost pure devilry, as if he was daring prim and proper Coop to say no. Coop pocketed the card. He wasn't a successful businessman if he didn't take risks. "See you later," he said, enjoying Ioan's flustered expression when the latter realized what he had just done - invited his boss to a strip club. The card felt like a burning brand in his shirt pocket - a promise, an anticipation. Coop surprised his chauffeur by laughing as he stepped into the chair, his mind already devising various excuses to leave early. He felt ten again, playing truant in school for the first time. He didn't get away with it then, but oh, he remembered the excitement well. This wonderful sensation of thrill that he was doing something that was just plain bad. The Coopers and the Vanderbilts, rich and stuffy clans who believed that everything should be swept under the carpet of propriety and hypocrasy, would have a fit to know that the young scion of the Cooper fortune was going to a sleazy strip joint. Coop took out the card, touched it, following the rim of the card as if he could relive Ioan's touch by psychomancy. He placed it close to his nostrils, closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. Anderson Cooper was an obedient and attentive son, but that night, he was careless with his ear and even more careless with his humor. He didn't care. He was going to a strip joint with Ioan. Wow. He couldn't - wouldn't - wait. TWO "Enjoying the party?" Russell Crowe yelled above the blaring music of the strip club that night. "Uh, yeah," Coop yelled back. "I think I still like my evenings in a quiet, decent, and expensive restaurant. Even if the naked guys gyrating onstage are cute." "This is a nasty club. They will let you do anything to them for a hundred dollars. Hey, look, the rest of the gang are here." Coop choked on his Jim Bean. "Ioan?" he sputtered. "That's Ioan alright. Not bad," Russell said. "I didn't know there are such gorgeous secretaries around. I'd love to give him a surprise rear-end bonus." "You mean Ioan?" This was Ethan who came up to them. "I know him. He works for you? Hey, small world." "How do you know him?" Coop never liked implausible coincidences in his movies and books, and he liked them less in his life. "We were in correction school together. Nothing serious - he was in for stealing a car radio or something equally trivial. Fucking randy tomcat, that Ioan, taught me a few tricks I never knew when we went cruising together. Even did some porn stuff - strictly solo bits - all the way until he worked for you." "You're joking." Ioan, cruising and doing porn? Coop couldn't imagine. "Nope. That guy's an insatiable sex machine, at least back then. Maybe now too," Ethan said, watching impassively at Ioan pulling a handsome dark-haired man into his embrace. Coop watched too, but his feelings were not the least impassive. He scowled when Ioan laughed, that usually impassive, sullen face now alive with mischief. Coop had never seen Ioan laughed. He had never seen Ioan pressed his hips against another man as they gyrated to the dull, throbbing drumbeats, and he had certainly never seen Ioan seduce another man into looking like that, like the way Ioan's dancing partner practically drooled with lust. Ioan looked stunning in simple low-collared shirt and washed-out jeans. The usually ruffled dirty brown hair was now slicked and stylish, and Ioan actually looked predatory, whispering sweet nothings to his dancing partner even as his hands pressed into the man's graceful curve of his back. Coop's throat felt dry and there was a burning sensation on his own back. Suddenly furious with Ioan, he turned back at the dancer on the stage. "Oops, I gotta go rescue Doc," Ethan said. "He wanted to have a wild night, so I brought him here. I guess it's a bit too much for his sensibilities." Coop didn't hear him go. He was confused. Ioan as a sex machine? Ben suddenly believed that, oh yes. And with that thought, he also saw naked bodies entwined, hands exploring bare expanse of heated skin and hungry lips groaning above the sound of flesh slapping against wet flesh. Russell's hand on his shoulder was a jolt back to reality. "I've paid that man $200 to entertain you for a private show," the man said, gesturing at a stunningly handsome man with the perfect gym-honed body of a Greek statue. Coop gazed at the large cock and taut buttocks and felt nothing. He made to protest when Russell slipped a box of rubbers into Coop's shirt pocket, but paused when he saw the stripper's face. It wasn't perfect, for the face was too handsome, too perfect, and Coop suddenly wanted a face with generous lips and blue-green eyes. But in dim light, he could make the necessary mental adjustments. Ioan disentangled himself from his besotted dance partner. He had cranked up his long-out-of-practice charm on that man because he knew Coop was watching. He watched Coop walked away with the stripper, and knew that his plan to make Coop see him for more than just an efficient tool had backfired. The stripper was handsome, well hung, and well built, obviously a popular figure from the way the patrons cheered him on. Ioan looked at himself in the dark tinted mirrors on the wall. He saw an indistinguishable face apart from a tiny scar at the left edge of his lips. His fingers itched to smash the glass, anything. Instead he followed Coop and his companion. Coop had led the man into the dark, dingy men's room. Ioan swallowed dryly as his ache in his heart throbbed painfully. He wished the faux fog in the club wasn't too thick, for it made his eyes water. He saw Coop whisper something to the man and the latter laughed, then Coop shut the cubicle door. Ioan didn't think; he quietly stepped into the next cubicle and shut the door quietly. He stared at the thin wall separating him and the soft laughter, the rustling of clothes being pulled off in ardent lust, and wanted to rage at the unfairness of it all. It should be he with Coop in that cubicle. It should be he who was now murmuring soft nothings when Coop undoubtedly kissed him hard. Ioan placed his right palm against the smooth wall, and felt the wall curve gently at the weight of the body pressing against it. Coop? The stripper? He heard a voice cry out. It was too low, too rough to be Coop's. "Oh, oh yes!" the man cried. Ioan couldn't breathe, placing his head against the wall as his mouth opened in a silent moan. The sound of cock penetrating ass, the undeniable soft tearing sound of tight folds of muscles forced apart by a penis, burned his ears. He unzipped his jeans and let them and his shorts fall to the floor. He pressed his buttocks against the wall, spreading his thighs and lifting his buttocks so that his anus was opened at the point where he imagined Coop's cock would be pressing up into. He closed his eyes, letting the tears fall, his hands pressing vainly at the smooth wall. And then he felt Coop move. The slow, loud slapping sounds mingling with muted moans and thudding against the wall. Ioan pressed hard against the bumping of the wall, imagining each thrust of Coop's cock up his ass. "You're so fucking tight," he heard Coop say. Ioan's right hand slipped up his shirt and with one frenzied tug pulled it over his head. Completely nude, he doubled over when he heard the man being fucked gave a keening cry, and the wall pressing to his back became increasingly violent in its shaking. He pinched his nipple hard as he placed one hand on the floor, falling to his knees in his own violent lust. The insistent throbbing in both his ass and cock drove him over, making him jam his own ass against the wall, twisting and writhing his anal pucker against the smooth wall, feeling the plastic surface burned his skin, wanting to scream with the pain of his lust. Then he saw it - fingers gripping the top of the wall. Ioan rose unsteadily and pressed his back against the wall. He lifted his hands and placed his fingers a few millimeters away from those tensed, gripping fingers. "Fuck me Coop," he whispered, lost in his own fantasy. "Fuck me hard. Don't ever let me go, please." Then he felt those fingers touched his. He raised them, uncaring of the consequences, and cried when those fingers gripped his, a brief touching of fingertips. That was enough. "Coop!" he moaned. He heard a soft cry at the other side. The stripper was coming. The pounding at the wall increased in its violent frequency, then he heard Andy cry out his name. "Ioan, oh yes, oh Ioan!" he heard Coop yell, then nothing else as he collapsed onto his knees. One touch on his cock was enough to send him orgasming, spilling his semen onto the floor. THREE Ioan didn't dare to move. He was dimly aware of footsteps outside his cubicle, but he dared not move. He was a coward. Coop knew he was listening to him fuck next door. Some guys he knew would like that, but Coop would probably be disgusted. Ioan would be sacked, and life without Coop was too painful to contemplate at the moment. Since when had he sunk into such pathetic depths? Since he walked into the office and Coop smiled at him, that was when. Then he heard it. A knock on the door. "Ioan? Open up. I know you're in there." Silence. Then, "Ioan, please." Trembling fingers worked at the latch. Ioan fell back on his backside and looked up at Coop. A gasp left his lips. Coop was wearing his clothes still, but the white shirt was rumpled, shoved as high as possible to his mid-torso with the buttons still fastened, revealing a taut stomach with a thin line of silvery white fur bisecting abdominal muscles tensed with suppressed emotions. Coop was deceptively thin, but his body was all pure muscle. His trousers were clinging on those slim hips, barely, and Coop's shorts were pushed under his heavy and hairy balls, framing a half-erect and sizeable cock still sheathed in stained condom. Ioan saw the bubble of collected semen at the tip of the rubber, and felt his own cock jump to life. Coop shut the door behind him, his face inscrutable. He calmly pushed his shirt down and undid the buttons one by one. Ioan couldn't move, stunned as he was, when Andy threw the shirt behind him. When Coop paused to pull off his trousers, Ioan finally found his senses. He gently pulled the rubber off Coop, and carefully spilled the contents onto his chest, throwing his head back as he felt the warm smooth juices fall down his chest, down his stomach to pool at the brown fur at the base of his now tensing prick. He felt Coop's breath on his chest, then the man's tongue and lips as Coop lapped up his own semen on Ioan's body. Coop sucked at Ioan's nipples slowly and hard, his teeth grazing and biting the soft but hard buds, licking and tasting his own semen on them. Ioan couldn't stop the tears flowing down his face, and Coop lifted his mouth from Ioan's navel to lick the tears gently. "I love you Coop. I have been in love with you all these years," Ioan sobbed when Coop held him close. "Hush. I guess I have a lot of lost time to make up for then," Coop said. He smiled, a smile so gentle and free of the usual cynicism that Ioan could only reciprocate in turn. "There, let me pleasure you, Coop." Then Ioan was gently laid back on the floor, a far cry from the way Coop was fucking the now forgotten stripper only fifteen minutes ago. He would make up for Ioan having to suffer through that, Coop promised himself. Ioan loved him, and while he wasn't so sure how he felt about the man, he would learn to make Ioan happy. His own cock was as hard as a rock, so stiff and painful that it felt as if he was about to break into two. He gently spread Ioan's thighs and lapped at the shiny sheen of his seed on those balls and the base of Ioan's cock. Coop had never actually done this sort of thing before, tasting his own sperm, but with Ioan, he wouldn't mind doing anything. Including pushing his tongue up Ioan's asshole, tasting the man's flavor, letting the tangy scent of Ioan's masculinity intoxicate him as he rimmed the man with his tongue. He felt Ioan shift, move, and gasped when he felt Ioan altering their positions. Ioan was too short to perform a mutual rimming, not when Coop's head was buried between Ioan's thighs and his cock barely reaching Ioan's mouth even despite his height. Hence Ioan's tongue cleaned Ben's thigh instead, running along the sensitive insides of Coop's thighs. Coop sighed, wishing he was shorter, Ioan was taller, so that he could plunge his cock into that obviously willing mouth. His cock pressed up against Ioan's chest, and Coop slowly humped the man's chest, resting the shaft on the groove between Ioan's pectorals. He sucked on Ioan's balls, licked at the delicious juices seeping from Ioan's cock slit, his own hips humping harder and harder on Ioan's chest. Ioan's well-formed chest muscles provided ample friction on Coop's cock, and as Coop sucked on the other man, he looked down at the sight of his almost purple cock head rubbing along Ioan's flat stomach, and at Ioan's transfixed gaze at that cock. "You want it, Ioan?" he asked even as he reached for his shirt. He sensed more than he heard the man's consent. It was all he could do to violently rip the silver foil, and then he was ready. "No, wait." Ioan reached up and kissed Coop. Coop loved those lips. He licked, nibbled on them like he had dreamed of doing. "What are you doing?" he asked when Ioan broke off the kiss. He watched, feeling his heart beat even faster, when Ioan gently held his own cock and squeezed the tip gently. A large drop of creamy fluid seeped from Ioan's cock slit, and he rubbed the tip against Coop's rubber-covered cock. Coop watched, transfixed, as Ioan's semen and preseminal fluids slowly slicked Coop's cock into shine and ready to use. Then Ioan lowered himself on that lubricated cock, inch by inch, until Coop's crotch hair mashed with his hairy pucker. Ioan's heavy balls nestled Coop's cock in one fiery furnace. Coop thrust up savagely even as Ioan grounded hard on him. He gripped Ioan's hips hard, leaving bruises, bruising his own back in his rough fucking. Ioan's shout of pleasure was only two seconds ahead of Coop's, right before Coop shuddered and poured himself into Ioan even as their lips meet in a violent kiss. FOUR Coop was a miserable man. For one whole day his secretary had disappeared, and he was lost both in his job and in his heart. He had taken Ioan home from their fuck session in the club two days ago, ignoring his friends' catcalls, and on his bed Ioan had fucked him with a violent passion equaling his. And in the morning Ioan was gone. "Coop, you tell me you actually forgot about the meeting today?" Rusell demanded two hours earlier. "The meeting was specially to hear your report on the Matheson contract. And you fucking bloody forgot about it?" Coop felt like sobbing. He didn't. "Ioan is the one who arranges these things for me," he said, almost blubbered, actually. "So where's Ioan?" Russell asked. "I don't know. He upped and left me after that night," Coop said miserably. For the millionth time now, he sat in his office and wondered what he did wrong that drove Coop away. Did he scare Ioan away with his lust? He scared himself too, for he was usually more sedate with his lovers. Coop scowled at the unmanned table that was Ioan's workplace. Inconsiderate asshole, Ioan didn't consider how his defect would make Coop realize just how much he had relied on Ioan. And then there were those pills Ioan gave Coop every day. He didn't even know what those pills were for, Coop realized. Had he contracted a disease without him knowing it? If so, it was fucking evil for Ioan to leave him here to die. He didn't even know where his pills were kept. He rustled through Ioan's neat black journal that was his planner. Coop learned that he - or rather, Ioan was the one doing it on his behalf - had been sending cards and flowers to various sick or ill or birthdaying or celebrating persons Coop didn't even know. Ioan was the one who arranged those PR campaigns necessary for Coop's success in his field. Coop didn't even know his sister had a new boyfriend, the man Ioan had contracted a card to be sent to last June on the man's birthday. "I will never take you for granted again, Ioan," he vowed aloud. "Just come back here." He found Ioan in his bachelor pad that night. "You son of a bitch!" Coop shouted, throwing down his take-away Chinese food without a care for his expensive Persian carpet. "Why the hell did you take off like that?" "I don't know," Ioan said simply. "If I won't do it again, will that be enough?" "Just don't do that again," Coop said, all anger deflated now that Ioan's back. "Okay, what's my plan for today?" "Well," Ioan toyed with Coop's tie like a loving wife. A loving wife. Coop froze, stunned by the clarity of it all and the almost uncontrollable elation he felt at the thought of Ioan standing here every day, adjusting his tie. So lost was he in a nice, almost naively rosy picture of the future that he had to cock his head at something Ioan said. Ioan indicated a large box on the table. "That's everything about my past. No secrets. Just all the solo softcore videos and photos I did in my past." Ioan swallowed nervously. "I'm not ashamed of what I did, but I will not want you to be embarrassed down the road when my past becomes exposed." Coop pulled out a black-and-white glossy photograph - Ioan standing under the rain, wearing only a soaked see-through shirt that tried in vain to cover Ioan's crotch. Another photo had Ioan looking like an innocent young man making a cup of coffee - except that his cock was jutting out like an erect pillar of flesh between the edges of his dressing gown. And good heavens, a giant German shepard was licking at the cock tip. He gaped at Ioan, who cringed, expecting the worst. "I never did anything that involved actual penetration - it's all solo," Ioan said. A weak defense, but he would grasp at the slightest of straws to keep Coop. "This is amazing," Coop said, pole-axing Ioan into shock. "Seriously, gosh, these are hot. I would like..." He spread his legs, thrusting the jutting erection in his crotch forward. "Ioan," he tried to say through his burning fever of desire, "I will never be embarrassed with anything you did in the past, and I will cut off my arms before I let them hurt you in any way." Ioan pulled him close. "I think you already have made a decision." "How well you know me," Coop agreed. He rummaged through the box. "Come on, screw dinner. Let's get to bed and enjoy these hot beauties." "You're actually okay with these?" "Okay? I want these blown up and framed," Coop said cheerfully, flipping through more photographs. "I'll also invite my older relatives to take a look." Ioan laughed as Coop pulled him into the bedroom. Oh, and they didn't forget the box.