Author's disclaimer: I don't own them; I just do wicked things with them.

Author's notes: This is the second story revolving around our young James and the blind artist, Simon. At this moment I'm not sure if I will make this into a series. It basically will depend on the response I get from you! :-) If you want more, let me know!!

Absent Approval

By

Angelise

Copyright May 2001

"Is he here yet?" Simon reached out and tapped Dawn's arm.

The young redhead smiled and pressed a kiss to Sharrie's cheek before looking around the crowded room.

"Nope. I don't see anyone fitting the description James gave us."

"Damn. If I could get my hands on that bastard . . ." Simon gripped the edge of the table.

Dawn stroked her boss' back. "That's James' father you're cursing, Simon."

The blind artist waved his fist in the air. "I'll curse him all I want. That SOB should be here. This night is very important to James."

Dawn slipped her arm around her lover and offered a sigh of understanding. "I know how important this night is for James. You've been going on and on about it for the past month."

Simon released his hold on the table and flexed his fingers. A beautiful smile lit up his dark features as he chuckled out loud. "My boy is Player of the Year. Of course I'm going to talk about it."

Dawn looked over at Sharrie. "Talk? Simon's so proud of James. He's practically told everyone and anyone the news. This morning I caught him expounding on James' virtues to the postman."

Sharrie laughed. "You must care very much for that teenager. I'm sorry his father doesn't feel the same way."

Simon's smile faded at the mention of James' parent. "I just don't understand how that man can ignore his own son. It's just not right."

The black man leaned down and stroked the head of his yellow Lab. "James never says anything but I know it hurts him deeply."

Simon turned back toward his assistant. "Can you check again, Dawn?"

The redhead scooted back her chair and stood up. A few seconds later she sat down and touched her boss' hand. "He's not here."

A sigh rumbled out of the big man, his agitated fingers tugging on the linen tablecloth. "Can you see James? What's he doing? How's he look?"

Dawn glanced toward the stage; the tall teenager was sitting at the honoree's table. "He's slouched down in his chair looking quite sullen. All the other boys are laughing and talking. But James . . . he's just sitting there, not interacting with anyone."

Dawn peeled the black man's fingers off his water goblet, afraid his grip would shatter the fragile glass. "How about I go whisper sweet nothings in his ear. Or better yet . . ." she poked Simon in the side . . . "why don't you go over there and lay a big wet one on him."

The artist smiled, appreciative of his assistant's attempt to lighten his mood. "I'm not sure James would thank me for kissing him in front of his friends."

Sharrie giggled. "But I bet it would make him feel better."

Simon stroked his chin, pretending to give the idea serious consideration. He then broke out in laughter and turned toward the two women. "You girls are wicked and very determined to get me in trouble."

"That's what we live for, Simon."

Before Dawn could say anything more, the lights in the large banquet room dimmed. A man stepped up to the microphone announcing the beginning of the ceremony.

Trailing his fingers through the softness of his lab's coat, Simon sat quietly and listened to the festivities. Several minutes later he was caught by surprise as a familiar hand slid across his thigh.

"James?" The black man captured the wandering hand and gripped it tightly.

The teenager wormed a finger free and flicked it across the older man's crotch. "Miss me?"

Simon caught the misbehaving finger and grinned at his brash lover. "What are you doing here? You're suppose to be up front; you're one of the guests of honor."

James snorted and scooted his chair closer to the blind man. "I got tired of sitting with those idiots. They're acting like total morons."

Exhaling a breath of hot air across Simon's cheek, the teenager whispered, "Besides, I need to be back here protecting you from these lusty Lizzies. I don't want them getting any ideas about my man."

Dawn rolled her eyes and Sharrie stuck her tongue out at the impudent teen. James just grinned and covertly ran his hand across Simon's chest, letting it come to rest against the waistband of the man's pants. Simon ignored the bold move and leaned back in his chair, the movement causing James' hand to fall away.

"He's pouting, Simon." Dawn swung her hand at the youth, slapping the back of his head. "Behave!"

James rubbed his wounded scalp and glowered at the woman.

Unfazed, Dawn returned the teen's glare. "Get a grip on your libido, boy. We're in public."

James shrugged his shoulders and turned away, defiantly placing his hand on the blind man's upper thigh.

Simon smiled, aware of his young lover's lusty behavior. He gently laid his hand over James' and settled back to listen to the rest of the ceremony.

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Intermission found Dawn and Sherrie escorting Simon's lab outside for a potty break. James led Simon to the restroom and waited while the older man took care of necessities. A father of one of the teen's classmates came in and upon seeing James, offered his congratulations.

"Player of the Year. Damn fine choice, if you ask me. Your performance this year, Ellison, was outstanding."

The man slapped the youth on the shoulder. "I would say you deserve most the credit for our winning season. Your father must be dammed proud of you, son."

James stuck his hands in his pockets and scuffed his brand new dress shoes against the tiled wall. "Wouldn't really know, Mr. Carrillo. My father has never seen me play."

Seeing that Simon was finished, the teenager pushed past the stunned man and grabbed the blind artist's arm, guiding him back into the banquet room.

Simon, having overheard the entire conversation, took hold of James' hand and gave it a sympathetic squeeze. "One day your father will wish . . ."

James interrupted Simon. "My father doesn't care about me . . . about any of this."

The teen plopped down in his seat and grabbed for his glass of Coke. "He doesn't care now and will most certainly not care later. Ellison Senior is a fucking bastard and frankly Si, I really don't want to spend tonight talking about him."

Simon sighed deeply but decided it was best to abide by his young lover's wishes. Acknowledging the return of his assistant and lover, the older man took possession of his guide dog. While settling Jeffery at his feet, the lights went down and the ceremony resumed. Taking advantage of the dark, Simon reached across the space between he and James and slid his arm around the young teenager's waist. For a moment he thought James would reject his touch but after a few seconds the boy relaxed in his embrace.

A few well thought curses were heaped on William Ellison's head as Simon listened to the Master of Ceremonies announce James' name as the recipient of Player of the Year. Before getting to his feet, the tall teen brazenly leaned over and surprised Simon with a kiss on the lips. Before the older man could react James had slid from his chair, making his way to the podium.

Simon chuckled, his fingers brushing across his lips. His laughter deepened as his ears picked up his assistant's mutterings.

"That boy sure has some balls. He's utterly shameless."

An ovation of applause drowned out any further comments and Simon rose to his feet, joining the crowd as they showed their appreciation for his young lover.

"Say all you want, Dawn," the artist whispered. "I like James just the way he is."

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Two hours later Simon unlocked the door to his home. He sighed as a silent James slid past him, his MVP trophy carelessly slapping against the wooden doorjamb. Releasing Jeffrey from his leash, Simon moved around the living room, turning on lights, opening windows.

He snagged a bottle of water from the wet bar's small fridge. Taking a few swallows, he stood there, listening to the teenager shuffle restlessly around the living room. Setting his drink down, Simon made his way over to the window James was standing in front of.

Wrapping one arm around the teen's chest, the blind man rested his chin on James' shoulder. "I'm sorry that your father was unable to come tonight."

The tall football player tossed his trophy on the nearby couch and grunted a noncommittal reply.

"James?" Simon smoothed his hand over the teen's chest, his fingers sliding across a cotton-covered nipple. "I know your father is very proud of you, James."

"Fuck him!" The youth pushed away from the large man and slammed his fist into the wall. "I hate that bastard."

Simon reached out and gripped the teen's arm. "James, he's your father."

The young man twirled, ripping his arm free. "He's not my father. He's just the SOB that got my mother pregnant."

James picked up the prize he had been awarded earlier that evening. "William Ellison has never seen me play one game of football or baseball or basketball. Not one fucking game."

Simon sat down in his recliner, his guide dog settling at his side. He held out his hand, a silent request to the angry teenager.

James took the older man's hand and fell to his knees, resting his lean frame between Simon's legs. "Would it have killed him to spare a few measly minutes to come see me tonight? See me get my award?"

The high school student hid his face against Simon's thigh, his voice muffled. "I hate him. I really hate him."

Leaning forward, the black man ran his fingers through the boy's short-cropped hair, his touch communicating his silent concern and support. A dampness stained his slacks and Simon felt his heart shatter for the lonely teenager. He sat there several minutes, allowing the lad to hide his tears. His hand strayed across James' broad shoulders, soothing the almost undetectable trembling.

The teen turned and wrapped his arms around the blind man's hips, his face buried in Simon's groin. The quietest of whispers drifted into the night's silence.

"Thanks for being there, Si. It meant . . ." James' words faltered, his emotions choking him. Fingers dug into the older man's flesh. "I . . . I feel . . . for you . . ."

Simon lifted his young lover's face, his thumb stroking over James' lower lip. "I understand, James. And I feel the same."

The artist traced the trail of tears that still lingered on the boy's cheek. "I know I'm not your father but I am incredibly proud of you, James. And I want you to know how thankful I am that you wanted me with you on this special occasion."

Wet eyelashes brushed against Simon's fingers as the teen closed his eyes. "I . . . I needed you there."

Simon cupped James' face with his large hand. "I'm here for you, James. Always. But I think your father . . ."

The teenager shook his head. "I don't want to talk about my father anymore. Okay, Si? Please."

After a few moments of shared silence, James captured one of Simon's fingers with his mouth, licking and sucking on the digit. He nipped the finger and smiled wickedly at the man sitting before him.

"How about we make this night really special?" James moved his hands along the inside of Simon's thighs, his fingers rubbing over the crease of the man's leg and hip.

"I think you deserve a reward for putting up with my shitty attitude." James slowly slid his fingers across the hidden zipper of Simon's slacks. "Don't you agree, Si?"

A hand scooted underneath the black man's crotch and cupped his balls. The heavy sac was rolled around before being playfully tugged on. James' wicked smile widened as his ears detected the increase in the older man's respirations. He applied more pressure on Simon's ballsac, the action prying an involuntary thrust of hips from the artist.

James reached up and unbuttoned Simon's shirt, spreading the garment open, revealing the man's muscular chest. Leaning forward, the teen opened his mouth over a dark nipple and took a quick bite of the small nub. He laughed upon hearing his lover's hungry moan.

"You like that, don't you? You like me eating those black tits of yours."

Simon could only nod, his hand guiding the teen's mouth back to his chest. James complied with the blind man's request and suckled both nipples, biting and licking until each one was swollen and hard.

James smacked his lips and admired his handiwork. "Damn, I sure do love my coffee hot and black."

The lad quickly dispensed with Simon's belt before lowering his head to unzip the man's pants using only his teeth. He mouthed Simon's erection through his underwear, teasing the head with tiny nips.

Pulling back, James grinned. "I've changed my mind."

The blind artist groaned with frustration, his restless fingers playing across his young lover's face. James grabbed one hand and licked a wet path across its palm. "I think I want to try a little cream with my coffee."

With one swift move, James removed the interfering underwear and slacks, leaving the garments tangled around Simon's ankles. The man's cock sprang free and slapped against his lower belly, its head leaking profusely.

James twirled his finger in the fluid dribbling down his lover's dark skin. He tickled the shaft's slit with his fingernail and smiled as Simon growled his appreciation. Lifting his hand to the black man's mouth, James smeared the sticky dampness over Simon's lips. Before the artist could lick his own cum off, James did it for him.

The older man moaned huskily, the sound sucked down by his teenage lover. A warning shiver traveled through Simon's body when James wrapped his hands around his protesting erection. A coaxing gesture and the artist lifted his hips, allowing his ass to be teased mercilessly by James' wandering fingers.

Unable to endure his lover's torture, Simon grabbed the teenager and lifted him onto his lap. Pulling the lad close, he began thrusting his cock against James' groin, the fabric of the teen's suit a welcome friction. His lower body jerked wildly as his mouth was devoured by the lusty football player.

Simon threw his head back, struggling to fill his hungry lungs with much needed oxygen. James' tongue fought to find its way back inside his mouth only to be temporarily repelled back by a sharp bite of teeth. The older man pushed the teen away slightly, his fingers scrambling to remove his young lover's suit jacket, tie and shirt.

In a few seconds James' upper torso was bare and Simon feasted upon the warm flesh, his mouth and teeth marking the pale skin. Nipples were licked repeatedly. Soon the nubs were so sensitive that even the barest brush of the blind man's tongue caused the youth to shudder helplessly.

Relentless, Simon's mouth journeyed upwards, covering James' bare throat with hot, wet kisses. His teeth latched onto a patch of skin and worried the flesh, leaving behind his personal brand of passion.

Strong hands gripped Simon's shoulders as his mouth nibbled its way over James' rock hard abdomen. Crude words of lust encouraged the older man to continue his torment.

"Suck me, Si. Take my dick in your fucking hot mouth and suck me."

Simon hurriedly unzipped James' pants and was completely surprised to find the lad had no underwear on.

"Commando, Si. My dick's been hard all night thinking about the fucking his big black stud was going to give him."

James lifted himself up, at the same time pushed Simon's head toward his groin. "Come on, baby. Open that mouth and let me feed you the best cum you've ever tasted."

Simon needed no further encouragement. He took James' cock into his mouth, lightly biting the head. Relishing the choked scream that followed, the man deep throated the teen's shaft and raked his teeth around the base of the swollen organ.

James thrashed wildly, nearly dislodging Simon's mouth. One hand deserted its grip on the black man's shoulder, its fingers seeking out the lips that surrounded his erection.

"Fuck! Yeah baby. So . . . so . . . SHIT!"

The teen thrust deep into his lover's mouth. The feel of Simon's throat muscles massaging his cock was enough to pitch him over the edge of release. James roared and shot his load, each heavy spurt of thick cream hungrily sucked down by the older man.

Refusing to cum alone, James shoved a hand between their bodies and squeezed Simon's erection, a move that stripped away the man's control. A loud yell echoed off the rafters as the blind artist's release erupted all over his belly and chest. Fat drops of jism splattered across Simon's face, staining his dark skin.

"You are fucking amazing, Si." James laughed, his enthusiastic tongue quick to remove the evidence of the older man's climax. Slipping his arms around his nearly unconscious lover, the tired teenager nuzzled Simon's lips and offered him a warm, deep kiss.

Laying his head on the drowsy man's chest, the teenager licked his lips and chuckled. "Shit! Who would have though coffee with cream could be so damn delicious."

The end