(Authors Note: This is the 10th installment in the Brownstone series. In reading order they are: Michael Ch01,02 Charles Ch01,02,03 Michael Ch03, Ch04,05 Scott Ch01.)
Michael's apartment was not truly an apartment it was more along the lines of a mission statement about the man himself. He tried to play it all down by telling me not to be impressed by it after all he inherited it from Charles who had inherited it from Cecil.
"Cecil bought the brownstone in the 1950's. He turned the main floor into a private men's club. Originally the top floor had individual apartments on it so that out of town members could have a place to stay but Cecil wanted a floor totally for himself. After he passed Charles had the apartment totally renovated more to his tastes. In turn I've made some minor changes to make it my own."
"What about the other floors?" I asked.
"They are mainly used for meetings and events." He said in nondescriptly.
The brownstone itself was just an ordinary building like any other brownstone in New York, but the moment you walked into the lobby you knew instantly that you've entered into a place of days gone by. It started when a doorman in full regalia opened the heavy oak door letting you enter into the history the building held. The richly sculpted carpeting that adorned the lobby floor and stately solid walnut paneled walls exuded a remembrance of days when the upper crust men of New York City spent their afternoons at their private club discussing the news of the day and having tuxedo clad, white gloved butlers waiting on their every need. The club's restaurant was strictly white linen and fine china and boasted a cordon blue chef. Proper attire, jackets and ties were required at all times. The health club had been recently remodeled and had professional trainers, the best equipment, a world class steam room and a masseuse that Michael claimed could work out kinks you didn't even know you had. For the more casually minded there was a large atrium off of the health club where men could relax, chat and eat a light meal 24 hours a day and clothing was casually optional.
"How big a membership do you have?" I asked after Michael had keyed in his code to allow the elevator to take us to his apartment.
"We cap our membership here at the brownstone at 250."
The elevator doors opened directly into a smaller more modern lobby that led into the apartment. No one could ever feel claustrophobic in this apartment. From the moment we entered into the heart of the home it was warm and inviting. He had taken down the bulk of the walls and in front of me was close to 7,000 square feet of room. It was big, but it had been furnished in such a way that even though there weren't walls I could visualize that I was standing in a game room, complete with pool table and bar, or in the living room, a warm gathering place with a 65" flat screen adorning the wall. The kitchen and dining area were to the back of the apartment, all modern and comfortable. A combined library and office sat at the front of apartment. To the left was one of the few rooms with walls - the master bedroom with an equally large master bath. The only other living space was a small studio apartment beyond the kitchen where his valet Peyton stayed.
"Is he here now?" I asked.
"No, I called him earlier today and requested he take the weekend off. He won't be back until Monday morning."
Michael moved even closer and tried to kiss me.
"No...no...no... Mr. Layton, I'm not that kind of guy." I said laughing.
"I'd be more than happy to make you that type of guy. Of course that is if you'd like." He grabbed me and pulled me into him. "Please tell me you want me."
"I do want you Michael, with no hesitation or doubt."
"Will you join me in the bedroom or shall we just drop to the floor right here?"
"Bedroom," I said.
Michael led me into the bedroom. Like everything else about this place his bedroom reflected who he was. The room was large, but had a warm feeling about it. The four poster bed was the focal point of the room. As Michael explained it, the bed was crafted and built in the room. The pieces of wood were so large they had to take out the windows in the room and were hauled up via cranes. It took the craftsman over three months working solely on the project to complete the bed. The more than king size bed was flanked by two matching nightstands with all three pieces sitting on a four inch riser that was covered in the plushest carpet I had ever felt.
The wall across from the bed was built of river rock, giving the room a manly outdoorsy feel and had a fireplace that could be seen from not only the bed but also the master bath and the large sitting area as well. The other walls were suede textured light brown with floor to ceiling chocolate silk black out curtains that were electronically controlled by a panel from the bed.
"The mattress we had custom made. It's a one of a kind Kluft made the old fashioned way with pure cotton, lamb's wool, long-strand horsehair and mohair, which combine to make the best night sleep..."He paused for a moment, "Or the best night of sex ever."
"I'm impressed, I didn't know that a mattress can fuck, does it have holes that you slip your cock through?" I said jokingly.
"Oh, you are a funny one." Michael said, grabbing me and pulling me closely to him. "I vote for a nice hot shower before we climb into our sleeping chamber." His lips were less than an inch from me, but he didn't kiss me. "I want to go slowly." he whispered barley touching his lips to mine. "I want us to both savor each other." He brushed his lips to mine, pressing himself against me. He was hard, and for the briefest moment I wondered how we could possibly take things slowly.
