DeAnna Zankich
Sequel is | The Ghost of Christmas Presents
Summary: Will this be Vince's final test of Stuart's devotion or will he still need more proof? Either way, our little Vince is changing a bit . . .
Warnings: None
He was carrying too many sacks of groceries as he wriggled through Stuart's front door and one of them slipped, spilling a bag of ice and some fruit onto the wood floor. An orange rolled from the entryway all the way over to the bedroom steps before it stopped. "Shit!" he cursed and then he heard Stuart chuckling.
"You have to relax, Vince," he said, appearing from behind the kitchen counter. He strolled over to the bedroom steps and retrieved the arrant orange, tossing it in the air as he walked back to help with the groceries.
"We're serving NINE people," Vince protested, anxiously. "Ten, including the baby."
"I assure you, Alfred won't be interested in the food." He collected the bag of ice and the rest of the fruit--apples, pears and some more oranges--then hefted them onto the counter.
Vince dragged the other sacks into the kitchen and proceeded to load the perishables into the fridge. Glancing at the long dining room table, his jaw dropped in shock. "Stuart! You haven't even set the table! They'll be here in half an hour!"
Grinning, he picked up a handful of black olives out of an hors d'oeuvre tray on the counter and walked toward Vince. "I'm leaving that for Alex," he said.
"Oh, you invite him to dinner and then put him to work!"
Chewing an olive, Stuart said, "he likes doing things like that. He'll enjoy it."
Vince blinked, stunned, because it was true. Alexander DID like doing things like that, but he had no clue how Stuart knew that. "I thought you hated him."
"I don't hate him, he hates me."
"He doesn't," Vince said.
"He calls me `shitface'. Constantly," Stuart pointed out.
He shrugged, smiling. "That's because he thinks you're dead good- looking."
Shaking his head, Stuart fed his lover an olive. "That's stupid. What is he, ten years old?"
"Sometimes," Vince said, his eyes passing over the handsome brunette's body. Stuart was dressed in a dark blue, long sleeved pullover that fit snuggly and another pair of those fantastic, silky pajama bottoms Vince loved. "You're not wearing those, are you?" he said.
He looked down at his attire. "Wha'? I thought you liked these?"
"I love them, Stuart. When we're alone." Vince implored with his eyes. "That fucking kid is going to be here and I don't want him having any more of an eyeful of you than is absolutely necessary."
"What are you talking about? I'm completely covered!"
Vince just looked at him.
Stuart burst out laughing. "You are such an old woman today! You're killing me. There's nothing wrong with what I'm wearing, Vince. I'm in my own home, I'm going to dress comfortably."
"At least put on some shorts underneath, then." Vince said, hearing that `old woman' tone in his own voice but not giving a toss. "You can see everything through that fabric. Nathan'll drown in his own drool."
Still laughing, Stuart started for the bedroom. "I can't believe you agreed to have him here in the first place."
"Well, I didn't have much of a choice," Vince said. "Hazel and Bernie were talking about it right in front of him. I couldn't . . . exclude him." Distractedly, he moved some things in the fridge to make room for the groceries he was unpacking.
"Listen to you," Stuart said from the bedroom. "You're too bloody nice, Vince. You hate Nathan and you were still worried about being rude to him. Unbelievable."
"You know . . ." he mused, crumpling an empty plastic sack. "I don't hate him. I just . . . wish he would move to Mars or something." He glanced around the kitchen, assessing their progress toward being prepared for the arrival of their guests. Convinced they were terribly behind, he let out a harsh sigh. "I don't know where to begin," he muttered, glancing at his watch. They were due to arrive in twenty minutes.
Stuart returned to the kitchen still dressed in his silky pajamas and still very obviously naked underneath them. He was smirking in that trouble-making way of his and he concealed something behind his back.
Vince was in no mood to play. "Please, Stuart. Either put on shorts or wear something else," he said, sternly. "They'll be here any minute."
Sidling up to his lover, Stuart ignored his request and kissed him softly on the lips. "You have to help me."
"Help you what?" Vince said, trying not to be sidetracked by those hot, satiny lips and the delicious, familiar scent of Stuart's skin.
>From behind his back, Stuart produced the silver hair brush, running his fingers over the bristles slowly. "My hair is a wreck. You have to fix it for me." His dark eyelashes fluttered as he titled his chin down, seductively.
Vince sighed. "You are incorrigible, Stuart. We have people coming!"
"Vince, everything's done! We're ready. The food's warming in the oven, the wine's chilled. There's nothing left to do. They're our friends; they won't expect five star dining or anything. You've got yourself in a state. Come on, now," he purred. "You need to relax." Lifting Vince's shirt, he used the brush to smooth the fine hairs on his belly just above the waistband of his trousers. Stuart licked his lover's bottom lip with painful slowness, then he nipped it gently with his teeth. "Are you going to brush my hair, or what?" Dropping to his knees, he held the brush up to Vince who took it with feigned reluctance.
"Good boy," Stuart said, nuzzling the warm skin of Vince's tummy. He put kisses there in a line, unzipping him and mouthing Vince's heated cock through his cotton shorts.
Reaching down, Vince felt his erection tingling under that lovely stimulation, and he carded his fingers through Stuart's hair one time before applying the brush.
This had become one of their favorite games in the last few, rather peaceful weeks. As an official couple, they were going on a month and so far, all was well. But, Stuart hadn't seen Nathan Maloney in two weeks and Vince knew that out of sight did not equal out of mind where that boy was concerned. His name continued to come up, bringing with it unpleasant flashes of memory that generally resulted in a short spat between them--little arguments that inevitably culminated in hot make-up sex. Not having to deal directly with Nathan in the flesh had been a blessing, but Vince still felt he was dealing with him conceptually all the time. That had been the real reason he'd invited Nathan to the dinner party that night. After having weathered their first month together, Vince thought it was time to test his lover's commitment again. And he had quite a plan for doing it.
Smoothing the brush over Stuart's tresses, Vince inhaled the voluptuous scent of his clean, thick hair. The glossy curls bounced gently back into ringlets in the wake of the bristles and Stuart sighed, softly as his lips and tongue found Vince's cock and began their luscious work on it. As was always the case during this act, Vince heard himself moaning in pleasure before he actually realized he was doing it, being completely lost in the sensation. He always came deeply in a matter of minutes, the intense arousal of his mild fetish taking him over. In no time, Stuart was swallowing the hot bursts of semen, gently, lovingly cleaning Vince's skin with his tongue.
Standing up, Stuart wiggled himself up onto kitchen counter and slid his hand down the front of his silky pajamas, playing with his hard penis shamelessly. He rocked back on his hips, supporting himself with his right arm behind him, and then he drew his erection into view over the edge of his elastic waistband. His balls were full and tight, close to his body and his cock was dark red with blood. He breathed hard, wanking himself quickly, his head back and his lips parted, thighs spread wide.
Vince loved watching him do this. Another playtime activity in which they regularly indulged was watching porn together and then masturbating for each other. Their performances had ranged from playful and comical to downright raunchy, depending on their individual mood at the time. Stuart thrived on being watched and Vince loved to watch him, so this love game was high on both their lists of favorite ways to pass the time together.
Stretched on the edge of the counter, Stuart made himself come in a flurry of quick, hard strokes, directing the spray of thick fluid out across the kitchen floor where it landed in long, ropy strands.
Vince had to fight the urge to give him a round of applause for that particular show. Lovely and graphic and naughty, it was. Fantastic. He grinned hugely, pulling Stuart in for a devouring kiss.
"You are so bloody bad," he said and his lover chuckled deep in his throat.
"We'd better clean that up so no one slips," Stuart said. "Can you imagine?" They both laughed heartily, like two little boys sharing a private joke. "Well, it won't be so bad if it's That Fucking Lisa."
Vince scowled at him disapprovingly, zipping up his trousers and reaching for the roll of paper towels on the counter. He tore off a few sheets then bent down to clear up the mess Stuart had made, taking care to clean the floor thoroughly. v Stuart slid off the counter and trotted back up to the bedroom. As Vince finished his task and binned the soiled paper towels, he could see his lover up in the bathroom washing his hands at the sink. He ran his wet fingers through his curls, reshaping those few ringlets that the brush had separated.
Vince went up to the bedroom, opening the closet door and grabbing out a pair of Stuart's underwear. He walked into the bathroom and stood beside the preening brunette, holding the neatly folded pair of black Calvin's out to him.
"Please put these on," he said. "Or change all together."
"Vince," Stuart said, not looking away from his own reflection. "I'm not putting on shorts. And I'm not changing. I'm wearing these just like this or I'll go naked." Then he looked his lover, petulantly. "How would you like THAT? Nathan would really get an eyeful then!"
"Are you trying to piss me off?" Vince asked, but he was smiling. At present, this was still a game.
Stuart lowered his chin, bratty, flirtatious. "Yes," he stated.
Pausing just for a moment, Vince stood there nodding as though he planned to make some sort of comment in response. But then he lunged forward and tackled Stuart right at the waist, all but heaving him over his shoulder and carrying him back to the bed. Vince flipped his lover onto his back on the mattress, then yanked his silky pajamas off his legs entirely, leaving his lower body bare.
Stuart was laughing so hard he almost couldn't fight back, but he found his strength and yanked Vince down on top of him, rolling over, struggling for dominance, trying to pin each other's arms.
"I have a sister, you twat! You think I can't win at hand to hand combat?" Stuart tried to get his hands on Vince's ribs and tickle him, but Vince was having none of that. He moved quickly, grabbing Stuart's lean wrists and holding onto them, then he rolled over again regaining the top position, his legs straddling Stuart's hips. They were both laughing and breathing hard and Vince was very much enjoying this view of his lover's body as they struggled.
"Put the shorts on," he instructed.
"Nope." Stuart shook his head once, defiantly.
"Then wear something else."
"Nope. I'm going naked. Just like this. I'm wearing the pajamas by themselves or I'm wearing nothin'!"
The Calvin's had been tossed to the side in the skirmish and Vince reached for them on the bed, letting go of one of Stuart's wrists in the process. He knew he would regret this and wasn't at all mistaken. Stuart lunged his left hand up around Vince's ribs and squeezed, tickling him relentlessly with a wicked cackle.
"Bastard!" he shrieked, flinching away from the onslaught instinctively. He hated being tickled.
Stuart pounced on him, pinning his arms above his head and holding Vince's body down with his weight. Vince blinked up at him; his expression imbued with as much seriousness as he could muster in the current situation.
"Wear the shorts, Stuart," he said.
"Say `pleeeeeease'." Stuart's voice was soft and kitteny and he rocked back and forth gently on Vince's belly.
"I've said please. Several times."
"Say it again. Nice and sweet, like you mean it."
Sighing, Vince smiled. "Please."
Letting go suddenly, Stuart grinned, reaching for the shorts above Vince's head. "I planned to wear them the whole time," he said. "I just wanted to see how far you'd go to force me." He rolled onto his back and started to put the shorts on.
Vince moved quickly, rolling up onto his side and placing his hands on the insides of Stuart's thighs. He pushed the underwear aside and gently urged his lover's legs apart, caressing the soft skin and kissing his silky, flaccid penis. It was too soon after Stuart's last orgasm for him to get erect again, but Vince still enjoyed the simple pleasure of being down there. He inhaled deeply, luxuriating in the warm, clean scent of the soft, dark pubic hair. Placing a kiss on Stuart's flat belly, Vince looked up him, pointedly.
"You are going to behave, right?"
Stuart watched him for a moment before he said anything. "You only invited Nathan because you want to see how I'll handle being around him, didn't you?"
Vince said nothing, only returned his lover's gaze.
"I've known you sixteen years, Vincent Tyler. I DO know how you think. You're having yourself another little test."
He kissed Stuart's belly again, twice, affectionately, his eyes never loosing their connection. He still didn't speak.
"Are you ever going to trust me?"
Sitting up, he closed Stuart's legs and proceeded to slide the Calvin's up them, but as yet, he had nothing to say.
Stuart pulled the underwear up over his own hips then got off the bed, stepping into his pajama bottoms. He went back to the bathroom to fix his tousled hair and Vince followed him, leaning on the wall by the counter.
"What if I said you could have him?" Vince said.
Stuart frowned, looking at him. "What are you talking about?"
"If I said you could fuck Nathan without any repercussions, would you still want to?"
Squinting, Stuart took a deep breath. "I . . . yeah. I would. What, you think it's about him being forbidden to me? Vince, he's not forbidden. Nothing is. If I really wanted to, I would just have him. But I don't and I'm not going to. So, your permission is moot." He spoke softly, not trying to start a fight, but wanting to make his point clear. Occasionally, Stuart Jones had to remind his lover that he was still his own man and Vince tolerated these assertive little outbursts patiently.
"All right, then," Vince said. "But I've been thinking about it and I just thought I'd offer that to you. No negative consequences whatsoever. Just have him and get him out of your system. Then we can move on."
Stuart's brow was knit with deep, annoyed lines but Vince knew this mood would pass quickly. He also knew that his lover would be thinking about this proposal--and thinking about it a lot.
"We should play a game!" Alex exclaimed as he stood beside Hazel and Vince in the kitchen. They were doing the washing up while the rest of the guests relaxed at the long table with their after dinner cocktails. "Charades or something," he went on, enthusiastically. "Oh! I've GOT it!! Truth or dare!! No--SPIN THE BOTTLE!! That's it!"
Vince and Hazel rolled their eyes at each other.
"Please, luv," she said. "With this lot, that's just asking for a brawl. All these children have been playing so nicely together this evening, let's not spoil it."
"Oh, be serious," he said. "You all would behave, wouldn't you? I mean, not TOO much--then the game wouldn't be any fun--but you'd behave enough to not pull each other's hair out, wouldn't you?" He batted his round eyes at Romey's lover. "Lisa? I'm talking to you, sweet pea."
Lisa smiled in that cold, bitchy way of hers and just shook her head. "I'll just watch, how's that?"
"Oh, no. Everyone has to play. Nathan, you pick. What should we play?"
Nathan was sitting between Bernie and Stuart at the table and he shrugged. "Dunno. Truth or dare sounds good to me."
"I vote for Spin the Bottle," Stuart said. He was on his fourth cocktail and he had a loose tongue to match his flushed cheeks.
"You would." Vince eyed him warily from the kitchen.
Alex clapped his hands gleefully. "Oh, yes! Spin the Bottle! Let's see if we can't put the laws of nature back in order here!" He turned toward the small cluster of bottles beside the fridge, searching for an empty.
"I don't know," Vince hedged. "That might not be everyone's idea of fun."
"Oh, Vincent!" Alex said, exasperated, his hands landing solidly on his hips. "Don't be a wet rag. We could really stir up some drama with this game!"
Vince smiled at him, patiently. "Just have another drink and settle down."
Alex tossed the towel he'd been using onto the counter dramatically, as he sauntered out of the kitchen. "You are absolutely NO FUN." He returned to his seat at the table beside Dane who glowered at him, reproachfully, and told him to behave.
"Well, I vote for Truth or Dare," Bernie piped up. "And I think Hazel should be the first victim--er--contestant."
"Up your arse, Bernie," she retorted, congenially. "Everyone already knows that the truth about me is that I'll do anything on a dare. And Nathan would have to sit out of Spin the Bottle because he's under age. Wouldn't want any of us to get tangled with the law." She batted her eyes at Stuart and everyone laughed--except him.
Stuart got up from the table and walked toward the kitchen to freshen his drink. As he approached, Vince's eye traveled the length of his lover's graceful body, purposefully making sure the Calvin's were doing their job. Stuart saw him looking and grabbed his packet suggestively as he rounded the counter.
"You're already pissed," Vince said. "Slow down." He gestured toward the vodka bottle in Stuart's hand with a circumspect lift of his eyebrow.
"I see that old woman's back. It's not like I'm driving anywhere. I'm just having fun."
Vince took a step closer to him and dropped his hand down below view behind the counter. He cupped Stuart's balls, gently, giving them a possessive little tug.
Stuart took in a surprised little breath, then he grinned, wolfishly. "Oh, careful . . ." He wiggled against the warm palm, making sure his lover could feel all of his manhood being held captive by those meddling Calvin's. "If you give me a hard-on, I'm shaggin' you right there on the dining room table. Dessert plates and center pieces be damned."
That image threatened to get his own blood racing and Vince chuckled, leaning in for a quick kiss.
"Christ, you two," Hazel said, stepping around them to leave the kitchen. "Like dogs in heat."
"Well, if you waited sixteen years for a shag, you'd be in heat, too," Alex said. "Are we playing a game or what?"
The baby stirred in the bedroom then started to cry. Romey got up to see to him. She picked Alfred up and checked his nappies, carrying the crying little boy over to his father. Stuart set his drink down and reached for the baby, holding him close to his chest.
"Shhh . . ." he whispered, holding the baby's head against his face. "He's really warm," he said to Romey.
"I noticed that when I picked him up," she said, turning back to Lisa. "He's a bit feverish, love. We should take him home."
"All right," Lisa said, almost jumping out of her seat. She was clearly relieved to be going. She went about gathering the baby's things and getting their coats, then she went into the kitchen to give Vince a kiss. "Everything was lovely," she said. "Thanks for having me."
He gave her a little hug and thanked her for coming, then he and Stuart walked them to the door. It took them a few minutes to get out, what with everyone coming to say good night to Alfred and giving him kisses. Once they'd gone, Stuart walked over and flopped down on the brown leather couch, sighing heavily.
"Thought That Fucking Lisa would never leave," he groaned.
"Stuart," Vince admonished. "That woman looks after your son."
He rolled his eyes.
Nathan got up and walked into the living room, sitting in the chair beside the couch. Vince watched the young man, closely, waiting to see what moves he would try to put on Stuart now that they were sort of alone in there.
"Let's have a sance!" Alex said, going over to the bar to make himself another drink. "We can call up Marilyn Monroe and ask her which Kennedy was a better shag."
Vince laughed and walked over to the dining room table where he sat in the chair Lisa had recently vacated. From there, he had a clear view of the two in the living room but they could not easily see him.
"I went to a sance once," Dane said. "A bunch of queens sitting around trying to raise the spirit of Mozart."
"Did they have any luck?" Bernie asked.
"No, they ended up with Liberace."
* * *
Stuart:
While Vince and Hazel finished clearing up, Stuart went into the bedroom to call Romey and make sure the baby was all right. Alfred had a slight temperature and they gave him some Tylenol, which seemed to sort him out. He was sleeping quietly and she felt he would be fine in the morning.
"So, who's still left at the party?" she asked.
Stuart was lying on his back on the bed with the phone pressed to his ear. "Everyone. Vince put them to work in the kitchen."
"I was surprised he allowed Nathan to set foot in your house."
"Yeah. Well, he's magnanimous that way." He got up and went over to the glass wall of the bedroom that faced the kitchen. Reaching up, he twisted the lever that closed the mini-blinds over the glass, blocking out the room beyond. He lowered his voice and spoke privately to his friend on the phone. "Romey, Vince offered to let me have Nathan without any consequences."
"Why would he do that?" she said.
"I don't know. You were talking with him for a while tonight. Did he say anything to you about it?"
"No, not to me." Romey's tone was grave. "You've been good, haven't you?"
"Yeah. I have. I mean, I LOOK, but I don't touch anyone else."
"I'm sure Vince doesn't expect you not to look. But, Nathan . . . he's a bit of a problem, isn't he?"
Stuart lay back down on the bed, staring at the loft's high ceiling. "I didn't think so. Until I saw him tonight."
She waited and he went on.
"I . . . know I shouldn't even be considering doing it, but Vince did say there would be no repercussions."
"That might be so on his part," she said. "But what about your own repercussions, Stuart? What about how you would feel if you did do it? Could you live with it?"
He frowned, sighing deeply. "You sure you didn't talk to Vince about this? That sounds just like something he would say."
She laughed, softly. "I promise, he said nothing to me. But, think about it. Even though Vince would know about it, YOU are the one that has to live with having done it."
"Yeah," he said, thoughtfully. He could hear the other inhabitants of the house moving around out in the living area, chattering about something but he couldn't make out the words. He thought he heard keys jingling and wondered if someone was leaving. Still, he stayed on his back, the phone pressed to his ear, wanting just to be talking quietly with Romey. Things would be fine as long as he stayed there.
"Stuart?" she said.
"Hm."
"Are you hiding from your guests?"
He smiled. "Not really. I think I was looking forward to spending time with you and then you had to go."
"We can have lunch this week."
"Yeah, all right." He sat up, knowing she was trying to get off the phone. "I'll call you on Wednesday, then."
"Thanks for dinner. It really was nice." She paused, then, "I don't know why, but I think you'll make the right decision about Nathan. I'll talk to you later, all right?"
"Yeah. See ya." He hung up the phone but still sat there on the bed; his head buzzing slightly from all the vodka he'd consumed. He heard the front door creak open, then close solidly and suddenly the flat was very quiet. Curiously, he walked over to the bedroom door and found the place deserted--except for Nathan who was sitting on a barstool at the kitchen counter, looking at him.
"Wha' happened?" he said.
"Vince took them all for a drink down Canal Street," Nathan explained. "He said we should meet them if you wanted." He kept his eyes on Stuart. "He said I should stay."
"Did he, now?" Stuart said, his jaw tightening, angrily. "And did he also say how long they'd be gone? Did he give me a fucking time limit?"
The boy shook his head, looking a bit bewildered. "Is there . . . something going on with you two?" he asked, gingerly. "I mean, are you arguing or something?"
"Nope." Stuart walked down the steps and went over to the bar, mixing himself another drink. He was already fairly pissed, but one more wasn't going to kill him. "Do you want a drink, Nathan?"
"Sure. Whatever you're having."
Stuart made him a screwdriver and brought it over to the counter, sitting on a barstool in front of the boy.
"Thanks," Nathan said. "Cheers." He touched his glass to the edge of Stuart's then drank a few sips. "So, what's going on, then? Why would your boyfriend leave you alone with me?"
"He's testing me, Nathan," Stuart said. "He's trying to see if I can resist you."
Nathan smiled, lowering his chin seductively. "Can you?" His long blonde eyelashes fluttered gently and his teeth captured the edge of his bottom lip.
Well done, Stuart thought, watching him execute this action. Look at that coy little expression . . . so sexy and naughty. He felt himself smiling at Nathan almost proudly. "Yes, I think I can," he said.
"Really?" Nathan said, challengingly. He took two more deep sips of his drink, then set the glass on the counter. "What if I take my shirt off?"
"Do what you like," Stuart said, leaning on the counter casually. But his heart had started pounding in his chest.
Nathan lifted the front of his close fitting white t-shirt just enough to show his cut, rippling abs. He ran his fingers over the hard muscles, polishing them with his touch. "Want to lick me there?"
"I'd love to," Stuart said, his throat unpleasantly tight. "But I won't."
"Ooohh . . ." Nathan said, standing up. "I think you might." He tugged his shirt off over his head and dropped it on the floor, standing there glowing with all his youth and beauty. He took a deep breath, then stepped forward, closing the gap between them. Nathan's fingers tickled up the inside of Stuart's right calf, touching the silky fabric of his pajamas. "Your ass looks fantastic in these."
Stuart grinned, feeling his blood race and his lips get hot. Nathan's young face was wolfish and lustfully relentless and in may ways the expression was an exact mirror of the first smile Stuart ever gave to him--the moment they first met, out by the wall on Canal Street. He reached forward, boldly, laying his hand flat over Stuart's crotch. He just kept it there, warming the organ underneath the silky fabric and staring into Stuart's eyes unflinchingly. "Can I suck you?" he whispered.
Stuart's breath became shallow as his senses registered the young man in front of him; hot, ripe scent, satiny, shining skin, feathery blonde hair, clear blue eyes and those plump, edible lips so moist and waiting only inches away. In a rush of excited blood, Stuart's cock swelled suddenly under the soft press of Nathan's hand. He lifted his hips into the boy's touch, truly unable to stop himself.
"Yeah . . . go on, then. Suck my cock." He let his legs fall open and he tilted back on the barstool. "Do it really slowly, Nathan. Show me what you've learned."
"Don't you think your boyfriend'll object?" Nathan said, a bit coldly.
Stuart glowered. "I'll worry about Vince. You worry about making me come--because it's not going to be easy, boy-o. Don't let that hard- on fool you." He stared intently at Nathan. "I'm still the expert."
Grinning and loving the challenge, Nathan dropped to his knees. He tugged Stuart's silky trousers down and out of the way, sliding his fingers up into the cotton underwear through the leg opening. He kissed Stuart's balls through the fabric, breathing in deeply, smelling him. "God . . ." he moaned. "The way you smell . . ." Nathan buried his nose in the cleft of Stuart's ass, nuzzling back and forth.
The carnality of this gesture made Stuart shiver and he clenched his teeth against the tingly rush he felt. His cock pulsed and wet the fabric of his shorts with pre-come. Nathan's fingers curled around his erection and pulled at it, lengthening it until the plump head poked out from the waistband of his Calvin's, damp and needing to be touched.
Stuart reached down roughly and grabbed Nathan's hair, pulling him up and locking eyes with him. "Suck me if you're going to. Don't you dare tease me."
Eyes glassy with lust, Nathan pulled Stuart's underwear down, exposing the throbbing erection underneath. He licked his full lips then dove down on the straining organ, sucking it deep into his hot throat. His tongue swirled around the sensitive shaft, dabbing and stroking the nerves around the head, his entire mouth sucking hungrily. Stuart lost his breath for a moment, the pleasure was so intense, and then he closed his eyes and gathered his concentration.
Ever since he was ten years old and first discovered the wonder of his penis, Stuart had been playing games with his own tolerance. He had learned how to control his orgasms, how to prolong them as well as how to make them happen instantly. He could come without ever touching his cock and he could also keep himself from coming for a very long time with nothing more than the mental decision to do so. Even though he wanted to come badly at that moment, he wasn't desperate--thanks in no small part to the sexual play he and Vince had before the dinner party. Stuart was very horny and trembling, but he knew he was in control.
Nathan sucked like a man possessed, his head bobbing wildly, his fingers tugging Stuart's balls and toying with his anus, pressing it and stroking it gently. It all felt fantastic and Stuart sighed into the pleasure of it, but all the while he kept the orgasm back, well within his grasp.
"That's it . . ." he said, breathing hard. "Suck me hard . . . do your best . . . it's fantastic, Nathan. It feels fucking great!" He closed his eyes, focusing pointedly on holding back, sweat breaking out on his belly and forehead. This was delicious torture and as long as Stuart knew he had the upper hand, he was going to enjoy the entire experience.
Nathan sucked with all his might, pouring his heart into it and tiring himself quickly. He gasped, breathing deeply, looking in Stuart's eyes questioningly. "Isn't it nice?"
"Feels fantastic. I said that," Stuart grinned at him, eyes flashing. His chest heaved with his breath, but he was doing just fine. "But you can't make me come, Nathan. I'm just not having it."
Confused, Nathan blinked at him, a few beads of sweat glistening on his upper lip. "Why not?"
"Because it's not sex if you don't come. I have rules in this relationship. I can go as far as to kiss other men, grind on them, even. But I can't come. As soon as I come, I've cheated." Stuart sat forward, taking Nathan's face in his hands. "And my devious lover isn't going to get me to cheat on him tonight."
"What the fuck is going on with you two?" Nathan said. "Sounds like a row to me."
"It isn't. It's just a test, like I said. And I'll be damned to hell if I'm going to fail it." He got up, trying to ignore the throbbing tingle of his erection, and pulled up his trousers. "Now, that doesn't mean I can't finish you off," he said, smiling at the boy who was still kneeling.
Nathan looked up at him, longingly. "Will you shag me?"
"Can't. You can choose between a wank or blow job."
Getting to his feet, Nathan leaned against the counter and held on with his hands. He spread his legs slightly, grinning. "Suck me, then. You give fantastic head."
Stuart reached for the boy's trousers and yanked them down, unceremoniously. Sliding down on his knees, he took hold of Nathan's thick young cock and sucked it into his mouth, almost brutally. He wasted no time with his ministrations, drawing on the pulsing erection in his mouth with nearly vicious intent. He had decided that the boy was going to come in two seconds and that was going to be that.
Trembling and moaning like the child he was, Nathan's cock erupted into Stuart's mouth, filling it over and over again with hot semen.
Stuart stood up, the ejaculate still warm in his mouth, and leaned over the counter, spitting Nathan's load into the sink. He licked his lips, tasting the musky fluid, but he knew better than to swallow all of it.
"You can't even swallow?" Nathan breathed, hitching up his trousers.
"I suppose I could. But I'm not taking any chances." Stuart walked over to the phone by the couch and pressed the speed dial code for the taxi service. "Nathan, go meet that lot for a drink, all right?" He brought the phone to his ear and spoke to the operator when she answered. "Yeah, it's on account. Stuart Jones. Number 42601. Home address, yeah. Quick as you can. Cheers." He hung up and watched the boy as he straightened his clothing and gathered his jacket. "Off you go, then," he said. "Send Vince home to me."
Nathan offered a bashful smile, then let himself out the front door.
* * *
Vince:
When Nathan walked through the door at Poptastic, Vince's eyes scanned behind him for his lover. Nathan approached the table, turning his back to Hazel and Bernie who were sitting closest to Vince.
"He wants you home," Nathan said.
Vince looked at him for a moment before replying. "Did you enjoy yourself?" he said, coldly.
"I did," Nathan replied, matching the temperature of the tone. "But he refused to come. Kept going on about it not being sex if he didn't come. Like that makes it less of an infidelity or something. I still sucked his cock."
"I'm sure you did," Vince said. He stepped around Nathan and leaned in to whisper to Hazel. "I have to go. Music to face." He kissed her cheek and grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair, heading for the door.
Stuart was in the shower when he came back to the flat and Vince walked up to lean in the bathroom door. He watched the handsome brunette soaping his perfect body and washing his hair slowly, luxuriantly. His cock looked painfully swollen and dark with blood, but Stuart never touched it. Vince wasn't sure if his lover knew he was there so he stripped out of his clothes and opened the shower door.
Stuart turned to him as he got in, wiping shampoo suds out of his eyes. Vince approached him, sliding his arms around his lean waist and tilting his head in for a kiss. Stuart pulled back a bit, looking in Vince's eyes.
"I am NEVER putting up with that shit again. Do you understand me, Vince?"
Nodding, Vince lowered his chin ruefully. "You won't ever have to. That little bastard told me you wouldn't come." He slid his hand over Stuart's chest, gathering some of the fragrant lather there then trailing it down to that hot, shuddering erection.
"I should fuck you within an inch of your life for doing that," Stuart growled.
"Yeah," Vince said, his fingers stroking the swollen cock head in his hand. "But this is Little Boy Nathan's hard-on and I'd really rather you just came. Right there, luv," he tugged Stuart's cock firmly. "Right in my hand. Go on then." He kissed his lover wetly, wanking him in long, purposeful strokes.
Groaning and shaking, Stuart came harshly, holding on to Vince's waist for support. He exploded semen into the sheath of Vince's stroking hand, the thick liquid spilling down over his wrist as the pent-up contractions jolted him.
After the storm of sensation passed, Stuart's kisses became deep and passionate. He always said that he loved the way Vince kissed when he was hard--well, Vince loved the way Stuart kissed right after he came.
"Do you trust me, now?" he whispered, the hot shower water warming their skin as they stood under the flow.
"I love you, Stuart," Vince said. "And you never cease to amaze me." He pulled his lover close to him, holding him in a long, tight embrace.
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