Chapter 6
DeAnna Zankich
Sequel to | Sweet Redemption
Summary: The days leading up to the big `I do'.
Warnings: None
Author Notes: A thousand thanks to my sweet friend Kristina Grönberg for the title.
Spoilers: None
He had just turned off the water in the large tub when Stuart came back into the room. Naked, Vince walked over to the bathroom door and leaned against it, smiling almost sweetly at his lover as he came into the bedroom. But there was still a tiny twinkle of mischief in his eyes.
"Did you kiss him?" he asked.
Stuart tossed the key card on the dresser then tugged his sweater over his head. He walked to the doorway and gently pet the hairs on Vince's belly, making him shiver. "Only a peck. Michael was standing there. Didn't want to snog Brian senseless in front of his little friend."
"No," Vince agreed playfully. "We wouldn't want to do that."
Stuart slipped his arms around Vince's waist and pulled him close, softly kissing his lips. "Is the bath ready?"
"Mm hmm . . ."
"Well, you definitely need a wash." Stuart winked at his lover then kissed him again, turning him in the doorway and guiding him back to the tub. "Get in, luv."
Vince stepped over the high edge of the bathtub and sighed as the water warmed his skin. He settled down quickly, running handfuls of the water up over his arms. Stuart kneeled beside the tub with his trousers still on and wet his hands.
"Give me that wash rag, yeah?"
Vince pulled the soft white cloth off the rack over his head and handed it to Stuart. "You're not getting in?"
"I'm not dirty." Again, Stuart winked and they both laughed.
"I believe that might be open for debate," Vince said, leaning over to brush his nose against Stuart's. They kissed very lightly, slowly passing their tongues over each other's lips, tasting, teasing the other with sensation.
Stuart took the fancy bar of fragrant soap out of the dish along the edge of the tub and peeled the filmy white tissue paper off it. Dunking it into the steamy water, he rubbed the bar against the wet cloth until he had a nice lather. He kissed his lover again before he started to gently wash his chest.
Slowly, he circled the cloth over Vince's pects and nipples, dragging the contact down the center of his belly until his hand and the soapy cloth disappeared under the water. Vince sighed as he felt Stuart's knowing fingers softly caressing his penis and pubic hair with the cloth. They had bathed each other thousands of times and knew each other's bodies almost as well as they knew their own. Vince braced himself with his hands behind his back on the warm porcelain floor of the tub and raised his hips so Stuart could reach between his legs.
"Spread wider, please," Stuart whispered.
Vince obliged the request with a tiny smile and leaned his back against the edge of the tub so he could open his legs further. He moaned as Stuart rubbed the cloth over his thighs that were raised just out of the water. Then the warm cloth moved between the cleft of his cheeks and its soft, slightly rough fabric caressed Vince's most private place. His eyes slid closed and he smiled, recalling how it felt to have Brian inside him and how the entire time, he'd been thinking of Stuart. Not wishing to replace Brian with his lover, but wishing Stuart was with them as well. Vince had to admit that, even though having Brian on his own had been lovely, it was nothing compared to the wild sparks of the three of them combined.
As though he could read Vince's mind, Stuart quietly said, "why did you do it? Really."
Vince looked at him in the low bathroom light and frowned slightly. "I . . . don't know. It just felt like the right thing. Like I said." He studied Stuart's face closely, searching those storm colored eyes for what was really going on inside him. "You said you weren't angry, luv," Vince reminded him cautiously.
"I'm not." Stuart rinsed the cloth then squeezed clean water out of it over Vince's legs and genitals. The heat and trickle of the water felt wonderful and Vince breathed another soft moan. "I'm just . . ." Stuart trailed off.
"Wha'?" Sitting down in the water again, Vince turned to his lover and rested his arms on the edge of the tub. Facing each other, he touched his forehead to Stuart's. "Tell me."
"It's like I said," the brunette whispered. "I was jealous. Mad with it, actually. For a moment there, I wanted to kill him for even SPEAKING to you when I wasn't there. And then . . . I was so angry at YOU . . . and then . . . I dunno. I just couldn't stand to see you together, so I walked out. Thought you'd come out to speak to me first, though." He looked right in Vince's eyes.
"Yeah?" Vince said, his voice gently teasing. "So sure I'd run after you, were you?"
Stuart lowered his eyes, a hint of pain flashing in those sapphire irises. "Weren't you worried that I was upset?"
"'Course I was," Vince replied. "Don't be daft. Brian just beat me to it. Took me a minute to stand up, to tell you the truth." He blushed slightly. "I was bloody sore."
Stuart laughed a bit sadly and shook his head. "Yeah. Our Brian is well-endowed."
Leaning forward, Vince pressed his lips to Stuart's for a long, lingering moment. Against his lover's mouth he said, "Stuart, please get in the water with me."
Sighing, Stuart wriggled out of his trousers, dropping them on the bathroom floor. "Move over, then." He smiled sexily and stepped into the tub, one graceful, lean leg at a time. Sitting down, he carefully slipped his legs around Vince's waist and scooted forward under the warm water until they were gently and comfortably tangled together.
Vince placed his hands on the small of Stuart's back to support him, then he placed a soft kiss on his forehead. "Lean back," he said. "Get your hair wet."
Stuart held onto Vince's shoulders and tilted his head back, letting Vince support him until he dunked his hair into the warm water. Slowly he moved his head back and forth until his curls were saturated and then he sat back up. Water trickled down his shoulders and back and Vince brushed the sodden locks away from Stuart's handsome face gently. Even wet, those curls felt like fine dense silk. He reached for the small bottle of complimentary shampoo perched on the edge of the tub and squeezed some of it into his hand. Gently working up the lather, he ran it through Stuart's hair with long, sensual strokes.
"Tell me you're not angry with me," Vince whispered, keeping his voice deep and seductive as he continued to wash his lover's hair. He knew he was working a sensual spell on Stuart with the combination of the loving pets and his soft, purring voice. Even if Stuart was angry with him, Vince knew he could calm him.
"I was only angry for a moment . . ." Stuart said, his voice rough with pleasure. His blue eyes were closed and he sighed into Vince's gentle ministrations. "Then . . . I didn't . . . I mean, I . . . was upset but not . . . angry. I told you . . . I was jealous."
"Of me or of Brian?" Vince asked pointedly, but his voice was still low. This was something he had wanted to know and he knew his partner would never answer him in a normal conversation. Stuart would feel confronted and simply shut down.
"Of Brian," he said. "Because he was having you. I was jealous of him touching my lover."
Vince rubbed his soapy fingers into Stuart's curls with long, firm circles, tugging gently on the wet locks until he made Stuart moan. They were both tired from the day's sexual play, but their bodies always responded to each other no matter what. Stuart's cock swelled between them and he tilted his hips forward to touch Vince with it.
"Rinse off, now," Vince instructed softly, once again supporting Stuart's lower back so he could lean and dunk his hair into the bath water. He sat up and Vince fingered the wet curls again, making sure all the soap had been rinsed away. Pulling Stuart forward, they kissed deeply and Vince's heartbeat picked up like it always did when Stuart kissed him. Even after all that time, after thousands of kisses, Stuart still made him shiver through every inch of his body with each brush of his lips. Vince knew he couldn't get hard again, but the feel of Stuart's erection against his belly excited him nonetheless. He never got enough of the exhilaration he felt from arousing Stuart Jones. His blood raced and he moaned deep in his throat, reaching down between them and gently stroking his lover's cock until it was stiff and hot in his grasp.
"Ooh, gently . . ." Stuart breathed, slightly desperate. "I'm so tender . . ."
Vince kissed him and reached for the soap, lathering it liberally between his hands. He stroked the satiny suds slowly over the stiff shaft of Stuart's cock, never stopping the soft volley of kisses along Stuart's neck and lips. He continued his light caressing touch, just smoothing the soap along Stuart's cock until he felt him shiver.
"That feels so nice . . ." He leaned his head on Vince's shoulder and sighed, his graceful hands stroking up and down Vince's back. Stuart pressed in closer, climbing further into his lover's lap until he was almost sitting on top of him. Vince wrapped his free arm around Stuart's waist and held him close, pressing against him until their bodies were nearly flush--only leaving room for the gentle movements of his caressing hand.
With Stuart's face nuzzling into his neck, Vince could feel the hot and cool of his breath as he moaned softly. He closed his eyes and concentrated on Stuart's heartbeat thumping quickly against his own chest. He listened to his lover's voice through his sighs, felt the intense way Stuart was hanging onto him--almost clinging. His lean, strong arms trembled slightly with the force of his grasp, but his hips weren't working to increase the pleasure of that slow, gentle wank. He seemed to be shivering from the embrace itself, trying to intensify it, drawing as close as he could to Vince. Then Stuart reached down between them and moved Vince's hand away from his straining cock.
"Too much?" Vince whispered against his earlobe, gently kissing it.
Stuart did not respond, he simple put both arms around Vince's neck and hugged him so tight he could feel his ribs compress slightly from the pressure. Their bodies were flush against each other, touching everywhere, and Stuart's cock burned between them, throbbing with his rapid pulse.
"Do you want to get out of the water?" Vince asked, but the only reply was another tight hug--a desperate squeeze accompanied by a sudden heartbreaking sigh. Stuart's body shuddered against him and he sniffled and swallowed. It wasn't until then that Vince realized his lover was crying.
"Stuart . . ." He tried to pull back so they could look at each other, but Stuart held him fast, refusing to be moved. It seemed he didn't want to be seen crying. He kept his face buried in Vince's shoulder and held him tightly in his arms, letting the soft sobs have their way with him.
"Luv, what is it? Tell me . . ." Vince rocked him gently, hating feeling so helpless. Stuart rarely cried and when he did, it was always at the end of some emotional rope, always indicative of him losing a battle with his own self control. Tears and Stuart Jones were an unsound mixture.
"Please tell me what's wrong," Vince implored gently. "I can't stand it when you cry like this." He kissed Stuart's neck and hugged him back, still softly rocking him, trying anything he could think of to calm him.
The crying went on for several minutes, at times escalating to hitching sobs and then fading down to long, deep breaths. Vince held him the whole time, just waiting in powerless silence for this storm to pass.
"What if you find someone better?" Stuart said against his ear. He still didn't move so they could look at each other but Vince figured he should let him be.
"There IS no one better," he replied. "Not for me, anyway. I've told you a thousand times, Stuart."
Wiping his face angrily with the back of his hand, Stuart finally sat back and looked at Vince. His beautiful eyes were puffy and red, the long black lashes matted with tears. "What if you do, Vince? You could. You could find someone better at any time. For fuck's sake, BRIAN's better! I saw you with him . . ." His handsome face crumpled and he wiped at his eyes again. "Maybe you should be with him."
Frustrated and beginning to feel desperate, Vince softened his tone. Stuart was clearly having some sort of anxiety attack and Vince didn't want to make it worse by overreacting. "How is Brian better?" he said gently, holding his lover's face in his hands. He looked in Stuart's troubled eyes. "That's just . . . mad. What on earth are you on about?"
Stuart shook his head miserably and fresh tears tracked down his smooth cheeks. "He's a better lover, he's nicer, he would treat you better, he would be--"
Not knowing what else to do, Vince covered Stuart's mouth with a kiss to quiet him. He pressed their lips together a bit roughly at first, holding the connection until he felt Stuart begin to relax against him. Vince felt his own eyes burn with hot tears, as though Stuart's roiling emotions were being transferred to him through their kiss. Vince sucked at Stuart's lips gently, symbolically trying to take his pain away. He could taste the salt on his lover's warm skin.
"How many times do I have to tell you that you are the love of my life?" Vince whispered. He kissed Stuart's forehead and slid his fingers into those silky, wet curls. "I couldn't survive without you. If I lost you, I would . . ."
"It's never been you who couldn't survive, Vince," Stuart said, his voice splintered from crying. "It's me. It's always been me. I've relied on you since the first day we met. You . . . are always looking after me. I wouldn't even know how to breathe without you."
Looking into Stuart's face, Vince smiled. "This is ridiculous, you know? Us even having this conversation is ridiculous. We're getting married in four days, Stuart. We've been wearing each other's rings for months now. It's not like we should still be insecure about our feelings for each other. We KNOW we're in love." He placed another kiss on Stuart's hot lips. "Why are you putting yourself through this now?"
Stuart looked down, leaning his forehead against Vince's. "Fuck, I don't know . . ." he moaned. "Maybe I just drank too much downstairs . . ."
Vince laughed softly, then reached for the washcloth. He rinsed it in the water then rubbed it gently over Stuart's softening cock, cleaning away the soapsuds. "Do you want me to finish you now?"
Stuart shook his head. "I want to go to bed. My head hurts." He rubbed his eyes with his fingers like a sleepy child then careful unwound his legs from Vince's waist. Bracing himself on the side of the tub, Stuart stood up.
Vince couldn't help taking a long look at his lover's body as the water shimmered down his legs and into the tub. He sat for a moment and just enjoyed the view while Stuart dried himself lazily with a big white towel. It took him a few moments to realize he was being watched so closely and when he did, he snickered wryly.
"One would think you'd be sick of the sight o' me by now," he said.
Vince laughed. "What is this? Where did this self-deprecating streak come from? You're worrying me, Stuart. I'm beginning to think you're possessed."
Ignoring the remark, Stuart dropped the towel on the floor, stepped out of the water and walked out of the room, his lean hips swaying with easy allure as he moved. "Are you coming? I'm tired," he said irritably from the bedroom. "You know I can't sleep without you."
Vince got out of the tub and grabbed a clean towel to dry himself off. He knew Stuart would wake him up in the middle of the night wanting to finish that wank and the thought of it made him smile. Unable to help it, he picked up the towel Stuart had dropped and hung it up before he turned out the light and went off to bed.
**
Just after dawn, Stuart stirred beside him, turning in Vince's arms to face him. Sleepily, he nuzzled Vince's neck and groaned softly. Barely awake, Vince kissed his forehead, then the end of his nose and then his lips, parting them gently with his tongue. They kissed slowly, languidly, both of them warm and almost dozing. They sighed into each other.
Reaching under the pillow, Vince grabbed their little bottle of lube and opened it with one hand. He squeezed a small amount of the slick fluid into his palm then he rolled Stuart onto his back and gently reached for his swelling cock. Stuart moaned when Vince touched him, lifting his hips up into the soft strokes. They kissed and nibbled each other's lips, brushing their noses together. Vince sucked Stuart's nipples until he felt his lover's cock burn and throb in his hand. He used firm, long strokes and whispered quietly in Stuart's ear. He came in no time, trembling against Vince's body and gasping softly.
Vince kissed him until Stuart fell asleep again and then he slipped back into his usual position, spooning up against his lover's back. With a contended sigh, he drifted off with his nose buried deep in Stuart's curls.
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Brian:
"Come on, let's go down and eat," Michael said enthusiastically as he paced in the sitting room of Brian's suite the next morning. "I'm starving."
Brian stood in the bathroom running his fingers through his hair. No matter what he did, his `do just wasn't working that day. Sighing, he flipped off the light and walked out to the sitting room. "Just don't order bacon, whatever you do," he warned.
"Why not?" Michael said, his brow wrinkling curiously. "That's so what I wanted."
"Because, they use a different cut of pork over here than we're used to. It's more like what we call Canadian bacon, but it doesn't taste as good. It's really porky. You won't like it. And be careful of the sausage, too. It's packed really loose and sort of runny. Very different than what we get at home." Brian grabbed his keys and went over to open the door.
"Ew," Michael groaned, preceding him into the hallway. "You're making me lose my appetite."
"Just stick with eggs and toast," Brian said in his friend's ear. "It's safer. We'll eat a big lunch later. Kate told me about a great place in Soho for Thai."
"You're the boss."
They walked down to the elevator and Brian checked his watch. Just after eight. He reached out and pressed the `up' button for the elevator.
"I thought the dining room was downstairs," Michael said.
"It is. You're going down there right now to get us a table. I'm going to run up and see if Stuart and Vince still wanna come out with us today."
"Brian," Michael said, lowering his chin sardonically. "You're a crack addict, all puns intended. You can't stay away, can you? Why don't you call them from the dining room? If you go to their room, I won't see again you until lunch time tomorrow."
Brian smirked. "Don't worry, Mikey. I'll be down in five minutes." The car going up arrived first and Brian stepped into it. He held up all the fingers on his right hand to bear up his point. "Five minutes. I promise."
Michael rolled his eyes as the doors slid shut.
**
On the fifth floor, Brian got out and crept quietly down the deserted hallway to suite 509. He listened at the door for a moment and was rewarded with the soft sounds of Stuart's moans. Smiling, he felt his blood race through his body and he rapped softly on the door with his knuckle.
After a moment, he heard Stuart speak through the door. "Who is it?" he inquired sharply.
"It's Santa Clause, little boy. If you sit on my lap, I'll give you a really big toy."
Stuart cracked the door open and peered out. "Are you on your own?"
"Yes. Mikey's downstairs waiting for me at breakfast and I haven't seen the Stephanis this morning. Can I come in for a second?"
Stepping back behind the door, Stuart opened it and held it for Brian to come in. "I have butter on me," he said, pushing the door closed with a flourish.
Brian's knees almost gave out as he turned to see Stuart standing by the wall, naked and hard, his cock glistening with melted butter. Brian could smell it from where he stood and his mouth flooded with saliva. "God . . ." he breathed, stepping forward instinctively and licking his lips.
"Don't you dare kiss," Vince warned from the other room. "Please come in here before you even touch each other."
Stuart chuckled and preceded Brian into the bedroom, his perfect, lean ass slightly reddened from what Brian assumed must have been a little wake-up spanking.
"You're so bloody bossy," he said as he climbed on the bed and into Vince's lap. "Brian's just in time for breakfast."
They were sitting on the edge of the bed, both naked with their hair rumpled sexily from sleeping. A room service cart sat in front of them cluttered with the remains of their breakfast. Stuart sat in Vince's lap, wiggling slightly, his gaze intent on Brian. Vince offered a seductive grin and nodded toward the cart.
"Are you hungry? We didn't eat much of the food. Help yourself."
Brian glanced at the two plates of scrambled eggs and toast, both of which were barely touched. However, they had apparently been quite interested in the bowl of sliced melon and the fresh scones. Cantaloupe rinds and crumbs littered the linen tablecloth over the cart. A pretty little dish held pats of butter wrapped in gold paper with the hotel logo on it and another dish held some very dark colored jam. Brian stuck his finger in the sweet mixture and tried it.
"What's this?"
"Black currant jam," Vince told him. "It's Stuart's favorite. Have some."
"No, thanks. I gotta go down and meet Mikey. I just wanted to come up and see if you two were still into doing some sight seeing with us today. We've got a few hours before I have to get back for the party."
Stuart looked at his lover with an open smile. "Whatever you want, luv."
Brian breathed a laugh. "I swear to God, Vince. You have got to be the only person in the world that can subdue him like this. Look at him, sitting in your lap like a good little boy." He stepped forward and gently tickled Stuart's naked belly with his fingers, trying to avoid looking at that delectable cock.
Stuart lifted up into the touch slightly, licking his lips. He was clearly very horny and wanted his cock touched badly. His natural allure was amplified by the warm smell of the food so nearby and Brian almost dropped to his knees right there and took that cock into his hungry mouth.
"Well, you have to know what to say to him," Vince said softly. "And what tone to use. Stuart's very easy to please, really." He moved his hand slowly up Stuart's long thigh, teasing the hairs with the pads of his fingers. Stuart's silky pubic hair was glossy with the butter Vince had obviously rubbed on his erection. Brian took another deep breath.
"Vince, can I just have one little ta--"
"No, you cannot." Vince offered a bright grin. "Your friend is waiting for you downstairs, Brian. I think you should go meet him. Wouldn't want to be rude, would you?"
A bit surprised and slightly annoyed, Brian scanned Vince's eyes, trying to see if he was kidding. "Wait, really?" he finally had to ask. "I really can't touch him?"
"Really," Vince said. "Now, go on. Go meet your friend."
Stuart laughed. "Oh, Vince. Stop being such a twat." He reached for Brian's wrist and pulled him down on top of them until they sprawled across the bed in a pile of limbs. "Right before I opened the door, he was on about how we were going to rub jam and butter all over you and eat you like a crpe." Stuart rolled over until he was straddling Brian's waist. Looking down, he grinned mischievously. "How quickly can you come?"
"Last time I clocked it, it was two point four seconds," Brian replied. "But I only use that for emergency purposes. I have at least three minutes right now, let's take our time." The sight of Stuart's beautiful, buttered erect cock right in front of him gave Brian an idea. He took Stuart by the waist and shifted him over to straddled Vince, then he sat up and searched the dishes on the table for the butter. Carefully opening one of the finely wrapped pats, he turned to Vince and smiled. "Would you like a little butter with that hard-on, honey?"
"I'm more of a margarine lad, meself," Vince quipped, his big blue eyes sparkling.
Brian shook his head. "You're just a regular comedian today, aren't you? Come here." He reached out with the butter and smeared it against the base of Vince's cock. Discarding the wrapper over the edge of the bed, Brian gripped Vince's full erection with his hand and slowly distributed the melting butter all over it.
Stuart sighed, watching all this very closely. He sat with his legs around Vince's hips and his cock shuddered as he observed Brian's actions. Leaning forward just enough, Brian put an almost delicate kiss on the head of Stuart's cock, quickly lapping the wet slit with the tip of his tongue.
"God . . ." he sighed. "That's fantastic. Hot-buttered hottie."
They both giggled and Stuart bent over to give his lover a kiss on the lips while Brian continued to stroke him.
"Stuart, let me get in there," Brian instructed, gently pushing on Stuart's hip. He reached over with his slick hand and gave Stuart's cock a few firm caresses until he felt certain they were both equally aroused. "Okay," he said. "Now we're going to play a little game." Brian sat up on his knees on the bed and urged Stuart down on top of Vince. "I want you to guys to kiss and make out and rub on each other, okay? Just like back in school."
"I never shagged Stuart in school," Vince said. "He was too busy shaggin' everyone else."
"Fuck off," Stuart purred, covering his lover's mouth with a hot kiss. He wrapped his legs around Vince's waist and snuggled close, gently urging his hips up and down a little until Vince moaned from the delicious friction.
Brian lowered down on the bed on all fours, peering between their bodies at the combination of flesh visible there. Stuart's skin was a little darker than Vince's and their cocks looked utterly tantalizing sliding against each other in the close press of their bodies.
Licking his lips, Brian tilted forward until his tongue connected with the silky crevice of Stuart's ass. He breathed deeply, loving the warm musky scent and flavor and then he started licking, up and down, making sure to work in opposition to the movement of Stuart's hips. Brian closed his eyes and sighed with pleasure. He could eat this guy's ass for the rest of his life and never tire of it.
He heard Stuart groaning and felt him freeze momentarily, clearly not wanting to come too quickly. Brian slid his tongue up inside that hot little hole and drove it back and forth, caressing the tight, salty-sour skin until Stuart lifted his hips backward, silently begging for more penetration. That was the moment Brian pulled back. He sat up on his knees and gently rolled the two of them over until Stuart was on his back and Vince was straddling him on top.
"Oh, you have GOT to be fucking KIDDING!" Stuart shouted. "You can't stop!!"
Brian and Vince both chuckled at the childish outburst.
"Relax, baby," Brian purred, smiling into Stuart's irritated frown. "This is going to be fun for everybody." He kissed Vince's upturned butt and then slid his tongue into the warm crack, giving him the same treatment he gave Stuart. Knowing Vince's level of arousal would be high at that point, Brian used a bit more pressure with his tongue as he slipped it up inside the tight pink pucker. Vince moaned into Stuart's kiss and his hips lifted toward Brian's mouth. Perfect. Once again, Brian's eyes slid closed and he let himself be taken away on the erotic bliss of rimming, just like he always did. Rimming and having his cock sucked were Brian Kinney's two most favorite pastimes.
When he felt Vince trembling slightly, Brian stopped and sat up just long enough to haul out his own stiff cock. He tracked kisses up Vince's spine until he could whisper to them both. "Have you got it all wet and slippery in there between your tummies?"
Stuart replied by biting Brian's lower lip then sucking it roughly. Their bodies writhed under him as they rubbed against each other.
"Hang on," Brian said. "Let me in there." Reaching down, he guided his hard cock into the close space between Stuart's and Vince's bodies, feeling them separate slightly to allow him to enter. Bowing his back and tucking his hips under as far as he could, Brian was able to rub the top of his erection between the bases of both of theirs, skimming their full, butter-slicked balls along the way. He moaned deep in his chest and closed his eyes, concentrating on making this unbearably erotic moment last as long as possible.
The combination of the butter and pre-come was a little too much lubrication and they all had to take care not to slip off each other. They moved slowly at first, making sure to maintain contact on all three of their cocks. Once they found the right position, Vince remained still and Brian and Stuart stroked in opposition to each other until they were all groaning and tensing up to come.
The tingling began in Brian's anus and in his nipples and it radiated out from both points to the rest of his body. He was aware of the delicious spasms and the hot sparks of pleasure vibrating his balls and then there was so much moisture. All three of them coming in that small space at once felt like he'd suddenly plunged his cock into a glove filled with warm cream. Incredible. He lowered his forehead down onto Vince's back and sighed, trying to catch his breath.
As soon as Vince moved, their already tenuous connection was broken instantly. Brian moved back and sat on the edge of the bed, grabbing a napkin off the room service cart to wipe the butter and spunk off himself before it got on his pants. He smiled while he did this, knowing the memory of what they'd just done would sustain his masturbation fantasies for weeks. After he'd cleaned up he went to the bathroom to wash his hands. Once again, he tried to arrange his hair in a way that pleased him more, but it still wasn't cooperating. Whatever.
He walked back out to the bedroom and grinned at the two prone bodies on the bed. Stuart and Vince were snuggling and kissing, still smearing butter on each other's bellies with long, loving strokes. Stuart was giggling softly and they both had their eyes closed.
Brian watched them for a moment and then he walked quietly out of the room. Without another word, he let himself out and went down the hall to the elevator.
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Michael:
He'd stopped off in the gift shop for a newspaper before going into the restaurant to get a table for breakfast. Michael figured he had plenty of time to wait and he wanted something to read. After ordering coffee, he opened the paper and started scanning the headlines. To his surprise, Brian waltzed into the restaurant a few minutes later.
His beautiful face was flushed and his hair was a bit more messed up than when they'd parted at the elevator upstairs. Michael could always tell when Brian had come. His lips swelled and darkened and his eye color changed to that eerie green.
When he got to the table, Brian leaned over and kissed Michael's cheek. "Sorry to keep you waiting."
"You were quicker than I expected," Michael said. "But you smell like sex in a movie theater. Hot-buttered ass."
Brian laughed--hard. He squeezed his eyes closed and chuckled in that high-pitched tone that told Michael he'd said something truly amusing. As long as they'd been friends, Michael had always been able to make Brian laugh. Few people could accomplish this feat and it always made him proud.
"Hot-buttered ass," Brian repeated. "That's funny, Mikey." He reached for the little pot of coffee on the table and poured himself a cup.
Shaking his head slightly, Michael leaned forward and lowered his voice. "Did you really just go up there and fuck them AGAIN?"
"We didn't have time to fuck," Brian said, lowering his voice to match Michael's. "I just did a little licking and then we rubbed off on each other like horny dogs."
"How efficient," Michael remarked.
Brian chuckled again. "I didn't want to keep you waiting."
"Right. So, are they coming with us or not?"
"I don't think so," Brian said. "Looks like it's just you and me."
"Well, I'll try not to bore you to death," he said. "Or embarrass you by acting like a tourist."
"You ARE a tourist, Mikey. Act any way you want." Brian waived for the dining room server to come and get their order. "I need to be back here by 3:00 to get ready for the party. While we're out, we have to buy you something to wear."
"I brought something that I think will work," Michael said, slightly defensive. "You don't have to buy me anything."
"Mikey, we're in London. I WANT to buy you something nice. It'll be fun. We can put on fake British accents and act like rich, stuck-up locals." Brian winked as he turned his attention to the server who was then standing at their table. Clearly Brian didn't care if the server had heard his disparaging comment.
Michael watched his friend order breakfast for them both, but he was only half hearing the words. His thoughts were clouded with images of Brian and the two Brits--only one of which Michael had met--grinding on each other upstairs in their hotel room. The thought aroused him as much as it enraged him and he tried to get hold of his emotions. It wasn't that he really wanted to be included in Brian's wild sexual shenanigans, but Michael always wished his arrogant friend would at least ask. Instead, all Michael ever got were the gory details told through cocky smirks and challenging whispers.
Turning his attention back to the foreign newspaper in front of him, Michael sighed, wondering what David was doing at that moment.
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Kate:
It's almost time for cocktails downstairs and I've just put the HUGEST run in my stockings. Of course, it's my only pair and I don't have time to go out and get another pair so I'm relegated to doing the Lloyds party in bare legs. Fine, I shaved, but those stockings were the perfect match for my dress. This chick thing sucks. So much ever-lovin' upkeep.
Richard and I actually spent the day together doing all the goofy things I've never done in London. We had high tea at the Savoy and watched the changing of the guard at Buckingham Palace. All that touristy crap that I never get around to when I'm here. It was a fantastic day. And I'm actually really excited about the party tonight. I'm so proud of Bri, I could burst. He's going to be so huge in our industry. Probably own his own company one day soon. Must be nice being a smart, successful, gorgeous, young white male in the new millennium.
Wonder what they did today. I didn't see hide nor hair of Brian and Michael--or of Vince and Stuart, for that matter. Hm. I guess I'll get the update on everyone's day at the cocktail party.
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Stuart:
"I still think it's odd that he just left," Vince said. He walked out of the bathroom with his pressed chocolate brown shirt on but unbuttoned. His white shorts hugged his hips and hinted at the substantial package inside. Stuart had a thing for Vince in white shorts.
"Michael was waiting downstairs," he offered. "It's like you said. He didn't want to be rude." Stuart walked over to his lover and cupped his balls gently through the fabric of his shorts. "God, I just want to eat you alive," he growled, kissing Vince's clean-shaven neck.
Giggling softly, Vince said "you did that already. All day long. I guess I must not be feeding you enough at dinner." He pet Stuart's curls carefully, touching them as much as he could without messing up his hair. "I love this suit," he said. "You look smart."
"Cheers," Stuart kissed his lips again, for the millionth time that day. For some reason, he just couldn't get enough of his boyish fianc. He felt very much like he had when they first became lovers-- ravenous and tingly and greedy. Obsessed.
"Stuart, you have to let me finish getting dressed or we'll never get down there." Vince kissed him one last time then he gently extricated himself from Stuart's affectionate grasp. He walked over to the bed where the rest of this clothes were laid out and proceeded to put on his suit.
Stuart checked his own look in the mirror over the dresser, pleased with what he saw. The suit was new--an Armani, which was his favorite-- dark blue silk, single-breasted and tailored for his lean frame. He'd selected a crisp white shirt and a solid dark blue tie to compliment the suit. The difference in color so near his face made his eyes stand out.
"Do you have Brian's bracelet?" Vince asked him suddenly.
Glancing at him in the reflection, Stuart hesitated a moment before he answered. "Yeah. Why?"
"I think you should wear it," he said. "He'll like that. He's never seen you wearing it, has it?"
"You told him I wasn't allowed," Stuart reminded.
"Well . . . this is a special occasion. Wearing it tonight will be about friendship and showing your support." Vince stepped into his trousers and hitched them up, smoothing his shirttails down under them. His suit was all dark brown with a tie that had a slight pattern to it--beige and green and brown. Stuart bought it for him a few weeks before, thinking he might wear it at the wedding.
Stuart walked over and sat on the bed near enough to touch Vince where he stood dressing. He was fastening his cuff links with a little smirk on his face and Stuart glanced at the small bits of jewelry to see if they were the ones Brian had given him. Of course, they were.
"Oh, I get it," he teased. "I can wear the bracelet because you want to wear the cuff links. Twat. Friendship and support, my arse."
Vince just laughed. "I think that's fair, don't you?"
Rolling his eyes, Stuart walked over to his suitcase and took out a small velvet pouch he had zipped into the lining of his bag. Inside was his back up watch, a pair of cuff links of his own and Brian's heavy gold bracelet. He took it out and put it on his wrist, admiring the way it glinted almost coyly under the dark blue sleeve of his suit. Good gold had a dense inner glow that Stuart always adored. That bracelet FELT expensive.
Vince was just slipping on his jacket when Stuart turned around again. God, he loved that color on him. "You know, every time you wear that color brown I spend the entire night fighting blokes off you," Stuart said.
Vince gave him a cocky wink. "Yeah. I know."
Laughing, Stuart sauntered over to his lover and slid his arms around his waist. He touched their foreheads together and smiled into Vince's eyes. "Listen, I'm sorry about last night. About coming unglued like that. All that cryin' and stuff."
Vince shook his head. "Don't be daft. I love it when you get all emotional like that." He leaned in and whispered in Stuart's ear. "When you NEED me like that. It's fantastic."
Stuart's cheeks heated up a bit with a rare blush. "I need you like that all the time," he replied very softly, almost below a whisper.
Vince kissed his eyelids gently, affectionately. "I promise I won't tell anyone."
Stuart smiled shyly, then he felt an almost urgent need to change the subject. The conversation had become too close for comfort. "So, I was thinking . . . what are you doin' Saturday?" he said playfully.
"Saturday?" Vince asked, rolling along with him. "Nothin'. Why?"
"Thought we'd go see a film. Get a curry. Or we could rent a video and just lie around on the couch all day."
"Yeah, sure. Sounds good." Vince winked and kissed him again. "Oh, but I do have this thing in the evening around five. Sort o' can't miss it."
"Yeah? What?"
"It's just this wedding," Vince said with a non-committal shrug. "I'm marrying some twat I've been in love with for seventeen years."
"Hm," Stuart said in mock speculation. "Sounds grim. Can you bring a date to liven things up?"
"Well, I reckon," Vince said. "Guess I could bring Brian."
They both laughed and kissed each other again.
"Christ, could you imagine?" Stuart said. "You bringing Brian as your date to your own wedding."
"You really think any of our guests would be the least bit surprised?" Vince said, grinning. He looked at himself in the mirror to make sure he was all put together, then he grabbed the key card and headed for the door. "Ready?"
"Yeah." Stuart followed his lover out into the hallway and down to the lift. From out there, they could hear the piano music playing in the main ballroom downstairs where the party was being held. "Must be already going," he said.
"Must be." Vince stepped up close and straightened Stuart's tie knot a bit. Smiling sexily, he said "yeah. You look smart, Stuart Jones."
Stuart had just enough time to taste Vince's bottom lip before the lift doors slid open to take them down the party.
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