Part 1 (continued)
DeAnna Zankich
Sequel is | Cloudbusting
Summary: Brian, Stuart, and Vince meet up once again, and fun ensues.
Warnings: None
Vince placed a little kiss on his lover's naked chest then moved the mouse to send the message.
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Brian:
His cell phone started ringing as he was getting undressed at home. He trotted back out to the kitchen where he'd left it and answered the call.
"Yeah."
"Where are you?" Michael said.
"Home. Where are YOU?" Brian walked over to the computer and switched it on, leaning his knee on the chair while he got online. His heart galloped away in his chest.
"I'm at the diner with Ted and Emmett. Are you meeting us for dinner or what?"
"I don't know yet, hang on." He got into his email program then clicked the icon that connected to his office account. There was one message in the In Box. Brian smiled. "Actually, I think I'm going to skip dinner."
"Better offer?" Michael said.
"No. I just . . . don't feel like eating."
"Brian, what's going on?"
He heaved an irritated sigh. "What, I'm not allowed to stay home for one night?"
"All right! Bite my head off. Stay home, then. See if I care."
"Oh, Mikey. I know you care. Have fun. Talk to you later." He hung up and set the phone down on his desk. Leaning forward, he read the reply from Stuart and Vince once again-very slowly. "Hm. Stringent rules, Vince. You must be terribly worried about your hot Irish lover being naughty." He sat down and clicked `reply', then he started typing.
Reply To: S&V@demon.uk
From: BrianKinney@Pittserv.com
When you say "anything goes" does that include phone sex and visual aids?
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Vince:
He had Stuart bent all the way back with his head touching the floor and his legs hooked around the backrest of the chair when the `new message' prompt plinked. Vince was bathing the soft hairs on his lover's outstretched belly with his tongue and Stuart had wanted to give him complete access. The brunette's arms were over his head, resting on the floor with relaxed fingers and he let himself be supported entirely in Vince's strong arms.
"Heeeeeeerrrr's Brain," Vince teased, glancing at the screen. He gently lifted Stuart up, taking care not to strain either of their muscles.
Sighing contentedly, Stuart resumed his position of straddling Vince's lap. "I never knew this chair could be so much fun."
Vince giggled, opening Brian's message. "Visual aids, eh?" he said. "That's broad. Could be anything."
"I'm sure that's the point. Tell him yes. Phone sex and visual aids fall under the `anything goes' umbrella."
Placing his fingers on the keys, Vince typed just that.
Reply To: BrianKinney@Pittserv.com
From: S&V@demon.uk
Yes. Phone sex and visual aids are included under the `anything goes' umbrella.
Here's our phone number: 01706 340738.
We'll work on the dirty pictures.
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Vince sent the message, then settled back in the chair with his lover in his lap. Stuart wriggled playfully, teasing the soft hairs around Vince's nipples as he leaned in for a kiss.
"Want to bend back again?" Vince asked, placing his hand on Stuart's back for support.
"Yeah . . ." He positioned himself so he could hook his legs around the back of the chair again, then he gave Vince the weight of his upper torso and leaned back.
When his head touched the floor, Vince balanced Stuart's lower back on top of his thighs, holding him steady with his hands on his hipbones. Confident that his lover's position was secure, Vince began licking the soft hairs on his belly again.
Little kisses around his navel, then a few soft licks along his thick, hard cock. He smiled as Stuart groaned with pleasure. Taking the engorged organ into his mouth, Vince began sucking very gently- almost nursing, tasting the salty fluid and getting lost in the satiny texture of the taut skin. Stuart trembled slightly and his cock tensed, swelling and twitching in anticipation. Vince continued tonguing his erection with just enough pressure to entice the nerve endings but not enough to bring on the orgasm. He felt Stuart's thighs open wantonly, his feet pulling against the back of the chair as he sighed.
Vince placed a soft kiss on the wet slit, running his tongue down into it and gathering the clear fluid there. Stuart murmured some sort of plea and then the phone on the desk rang.
Looking down along the smooth plane of Stuart's belly into his eyes, Vince grinned. "Answer?"
"Put him on the speaker," Stuart said, helping Vince lift him up. His cheeks were flushed from being upside down and his dark blue eyes glistened.
Vince pressed the `speaker' button on the phone and the red light on the panel lit up, indicated the caller was on the microphone.
"Hello?" he said. The line crackled slightly and Vince's heart started pounding. Stuart put his hand over it and smiled into his eyes.
"Is that Vince?" a soft, raspy voice asked from very far away.
"Yeah, this is Vince. Is that Brian?"
"One and the same. How ya doin'?"
"Good," he said, letting out a shaky breath. He wasn't sure how to feel about this, but his body was responding intensely. His cock lengthened and reached for Stuart, seeking his lover's familiar heat.
"You've got me on the speaker so I'm assuming Stuart's with you."
"I'm here," he said.
"Hey. Still hate my guts?"
"Yep."
Brian Kinney breathed a laugh. "Oh, come on, Stuey. Tell me the truth. You loved what I did to you."
Vince looked at him expectantly but Stuart only grinned.
"I'll never admit to that," he said.
"That's okay," Brian said. "I know the truth. So, are you guys up for a little play time?"
They exchanged a quick, confirming glance, then Vince said, "yeah. Sounds good."
Brian sighed and they could hear the gentle rattle in his throat all the way across the ocean. It was a great connection.
"Okay . . ." he began. "Tell me what you're doing right now."
Stuart nodded to Vince indicating he should be the one to respond.
Scooting the chair a bit closer to the phone, Vince tickled Stuart's naked hips with his fingertips. "We're sitting in Stuart's desk chair in front of the computer," he reported. "Stuart's in my lap with his lovely legs wrapped around my waist."
"Mmmmm . . ." Brian said, softly. "Nice. Are you naked?"
Vince reached up and pushed the robe off Stuart's shoulders, letting it drop to the floor under the chair. "He is," he said. "I'm still half dressed from work. Got me trousers on and my shirt open." He grinned up into Stuart's eyes. "What about you, Brian? Are you naked?"
"Not yet. But I will be. I'm taking the phone over to my bed so I can lie down while I talk to you guys. Vince, tell me how Stuart looks right now. Is he hard?"
"Oh, yes . . . very hard." Vince ran his finger over the moist, swollen tip of Stuart's cock, making him shiver and bite his bottom lip. "I was sucking him right before you called."
"Oooohhh . . . well by all means, continue. Stuart can tell me about it while you get him off."
Vince grinned, liking that idea very much. The thought of hearing Stuart describe what he was feeling while Vince sucked his cock was something he had always fantasized about.
Stuart put his feet on the floor and stood up, leaning against the desk with his lean ass right next to the phone. Vince rolled forward, understanding what he was doing. He wanted to be as close to the microphone as possible so the wet, sucking sounds would transmit down the line.
"Right, then," Vince said, kissing Stuart's balls lovingly. "Tell us how it feels, luv," he whispered, but kept his voice loud enough for Brian to hear.
Stuart pet his hair with tender little strokes as he began sucking that hot, engorged cock again. Moaning, Stuart had to take a moment before he could actually speak, but once he did start talking, he never stopped.
"Oh, God . . . you have no idea how fucking good at this he is . . ."
"Tell me," Brian urged. "Make me feel it."
"He's got beautiful, full lips and a very deep, accommodating throat. He can suck me all the way down to my balls."
"Fantastic . . ." Brain sighed over the speaker.
"He's licking that bundle of nerves at the back of my cockhead now," Stuart continued, his voice shaky but still clear. "And he's watching me with his lovely blue eyes . . . he's making sure it feels good . . . watching my face-my expressions . . . He's got the head in his mouth now . . . mmmmmmm . . . and . . . oh . . . he's going down, sucking half of it and running his tongue along the vein up the back . . . uhhh . . . oh, God . . ." Stuart's hips lifted and pressed forward, dipping his cock even further into Vince's sucking mouth.
Brian's breathing was getting ragged and quick. "I can hear him sucking you . . ." he gasped. "God, Stuart . . . I can't wait to hear you come . . . listen to you moan with all that pleasure."
Stuart licked his lips and his eyes slid closed. Looking up, Vince saw his lover's nipples harden into tight peaks and he could feel the pulsing sack of his balls tense up, drawing close to his body, ready to shoot. He sucked with more urgency then, holding Stuart's hips still with his hands.
"Tellme . . ." Brian groaned. "I want to hear your voice . . ."
"I'm going to come any second," Stuart said. "So close . . . he's just sucking on the head and squeezing my balls now . . . uhhh . . . oh, he's got his little finger in my arse-" Stuart froze as Vince's inserted his pinkie up into that tight little hole and then he dropped his head back and shouted as his balls erupted and he came. Stuart was taking great pains to moan his ass off and make a real performance out of it and Vince almost started giggling. But then he heard Brian's deep, hitching moans coming out of the speaker and his attention was drawn back to the task at hand. Suddenly, he felt like he was in charge of both their orgasms and he could control the situation any way he wanted.
Stuart's contractions racked his body and he pumped his throbbing cock in and out of Vince's hungry mouth repeatedly. He, too, was listening to Brian come and the sound of it was almost brutally erotic. Their eyes met and locked on each other as the spasms subsided and Stuart's plumb colored lips turned up in a tiny smile. He was having a great time.
"Oh, fuck!" Brian exclaimed. "That was excellent. Thank you." He chuckled softly and then let out a long, contented sigh.
Vince swallowed his lover's seed and licked his lips, pulling Stuart back into his lap. "Glad you enjoyed it," he said.
"Vince, what does he taste like?" Brain asked, his voice still gravelly but much sturdier.
Licking his lips again, Vince thought about his answer before speaking. He'd never tried to describe Stuart's flavor before and it took him a minute to find the right words. "He tastes like the sea," he said. "Clean and salty. Alive."
Stuart kissed him, sucking Vince's tongue lustfully. His skin was glazed with sweat and he was still breathing hard. His fingers worked on the zipper of Vince's trousers, tugging it down and reaching in for the straining erection there.
"I've got his cock in my hand now," Stuart said, just loud enough for Brian to hear.
"Tell me about it," the American replied. "Tell me all about your boyfriend's cock, Stuart. Make me see it and feel it."
Rolling the chair toward the phone until the back of it touched the desk, Stuart began a gentle but firm massage of Vince's hard cock. "His cock is fantastic," he purred. "It's nice and thick, feels so good in my hand. I can just barely get my fingers around it when he's hard like this. He likes me to pull upward when I wank him . . . pull all the blood toward the tip and then squeeze the head in my fist."
Vince sighed and moaned, lowering his forehead down on Stuart's shoulder.
"That's it . . ." Brian encouraged. "Nice and slow . . ."
"He fits inside me perfectly," Stuart continued, his lilting Irish accent thickening slightly with his arousal. "Soooooo big and filling . . . God, I love it when he fucks me." His fist squeezed and pumped Vince's tender, sensitive cock as he spoke. "I can feel every vein and every ridge when he's in me . . . he stretches me open so much . . . makes me come so hard." He chewed Vince's ear as he picked up the pace of his stroking and Vince groaned against him, trying to hold back and make it last.
"Make him come, baby," Brian instructed, his voice deep and soft. "I can tell he's suffering. I can hear it."
Stuart pressed his lips against Vince's ear and used one of their many private codes. "Does it hurt, lover?"
Trembling from the intensity, Vince nodded. "It hurts . . . yes. . ." And then he was coming, his moans pouring out of him one after the other, deep and guttural, fierce. He came harder than he had in weeks and he squeezed his eyes shut with the force of it. When he opened them again, he was slightly amazed at the amount of spunk he'd ejaculated. Thick, white cream spilled down the back of Stuart's hand and he started licking his fingers clean.
Brian sighed on the phone. "Vince, I love your voice. It's so deep. It's great."
"Thanks," he said, then he cleared his throat and laughed a bit self- consciously.
"I'd love to see what you look like," Brian went on. "I have this image of you from what Stuart told me. I've got you as a cross between Matt Damon and Brad Pitt."
Vince laughed, blushing. "Oh, God. I assure I look nothing like that."
"Don't be daft," Stuart said. "That's a perfect description. But you're much better looking than either of those blokes."
"Awww," Brian teased. "How sweet. Vince, send me a picture, okay?"
"Yeah. Okay." He lowered his head onto Stuart's shoulder again, feeling drained and heavy and warm, ready to curl up and sleep.
"Brian, we're going to bed," Stuart said. "Talk to you again soon, yeah?"
"You bet," Brian said. "Thanks, guys. This was very enjoyable. Have a good night." He hung up and Stuart disconnected the line from their end.
Holding Vince's face in his hands, he looked in his lover's eyes. "Did you like that?"
"I did," Vince said. "And it appears you did, as well."
Stuart grinned. "Very much, yeah. Now we've just got to get a really nice, sexy photo of you to send him. Maybe one of Phil's will be good-" Stuart's eyes widened as he realized he'd just said something he hadn't wanted to say.
"What are you talking about?" Vince asked, his heart suddenly racing.
Sighing, Stuart looked down. "I'm sorry. I wasn't going to tell you. I mean, I DID tell you, but you seemed . . . I dunno, it seemed like you were upset by the idea so I acted like it was a joke."
"Stuart-"
"At Phil's that day when we were collecting all his porn. Remember I told you he had a few dozen photos of you?"
Vince nodded, his brow wrinkling unhappily.
"Well, he did. I kept them. They're in my underwear drawer-which is wear I found them at his house. He was . . . in love with you, Vince. If you think about it, it was obvious, but . . . I suppose you never thought about it. Did you?"
"No," he said, honestly. "Can I see them?"
"'Course." Stuart got up and walked up to the bedroom, going over to the wardrobe. He opened the top drawer inside and brought out a stack of photos.
Vince came up behind him and they both sat on the end of the bed. Vince's fingers trembled as he took the stack out of Stuart's hand. He looked through the photos one at a time, amazed at the way each of them was so candid. He hardly remembered any of them being taken. Just as Stuart had said that day in Phil's house, there was shot after shot of Vince laughing, goofing around with Stuart, just hanging about with their pub friends.
"I don't suppose these are the sort of photo Brian means," Stuart said. "These were taken by someone in love with you. Look, you're always smiling. The light's always favoring you." He looked up at Vince with his dark blue eyes a bit wan and vulnerable. "Even that day when I found these, I was jealous. Pissed me off that Phil thought he could have you."
"He never said," Vince said, still staring at the pile of photos with sad amazement. "This is so . . . unfortunate." He didn't really know how he felt or what to say. Vince sighed, giving the photos back to Stuart just to get them out of his own hand.
"I'm sorry," Stuart said. "I was never going to tell you about these. I knew it would make you sad. You were a good friend to him."
"Not good enough," he said. "I should have known."
"What could you have done?" Stuart asked. "Did you fancy him?"
Vince looked up. "No, `course not. It was always you."
"Well, then. What good would it have done if he'd said? If you knew. Would have just made you ill at ease around him. I'm sure he didn't want that."
Vince laid down on the bed and covered his face with his hands. He felt Stuart's body cover him, rolling him over and wrapping around him.
"I'm sorry I told you, luv," he whispered.
Vince curled up in his arms, burying his face in Stuart's warm neck. He wanted to sleep more than anything but he knew he wouldn't be able to. Too many emotions were churning inside him and too much had happened in the last half an hour. He felt safe lying close to his lover and he held on to Stuart's body tightly, suddenly feeling a huge wave of gratitude at the simple presence of that man beside him.
"I always loved you," Stuart said, presciently. "I always knew how you felt and you always knew how I felt. We just had to wait for the right time to do something about it."
"Yeah," he whispered, recalling the hundreds of photographs he'd kept of Stuart over the years. Photographs his lover had never seen and still didn't know existed.
"Don't pull away from me now," Stuart whispered. "I can feel you doing it . . . you're hiding."
"No . . . it's just . . ." Vince felt his throat tighten. "It could have been me, is all. I might not have ever . . . been able to be with you."
"Vince," Stuart turned his head so they could look at each other. "I could never have lived this long without you. And now, I can't imagine not being your lover. That never would have happened to you. Never. I always knew. And I always knew I would get the fuck over myself one day and let you love me. That never would have happened to you," he insisted. "I promise."
Stuart cradled him gently and Vince let himself be held, wanting more than anything to believe what he was hearing-wanting to believe this was really destined and not just some great big circumstantial lottery. Why did he get lucky and Phil didn't?
Vince shivered and clung to Stuart even tighter.
Stuart:
Vince answered the phone when it rang the next afternoon. Stuart was lounging on the couch with his second cup of coffee and the newspaper.
"It's Sandra," Vince said, bringing the cordless to him.
"Thanks, luv." He smiled at his lover but could only hold his gaze for a moment. Vince had been in a funk all day since the incident with Phil's photos the night before. "Tell me there's nothing wrong," he said quietly into the phone.
"There's nothing wrong," Sandra parroted. "In fact, everything's right. You're reservations are all set for next weekend and I think you'll be very pleased. This place comes highly recommended. Now, I've had your confirmation paperwork and your plane tickets sent to the office so Vince won't see them. Is it still a surprise?"
"Yeah," Stuart said. "And it's bloody well timed. He needs a bit of a break I think."
"Well, then. You should have a lovely long weekend. Right, just wanted to let you know your plans were all sorted. See you Monday."
"Sandra-thanks. You're the best."
"I know," she said with cheerful sarcasm, then she rang off.
Stuart hung up, looking across the room at Vince. He was sitting on the counter in the kitchen reading the theater section of the paper and waiting for the oven timer to let him know his cinnamon buns were done. The smell of them filled the entire flat and Stuart inhaled deeply.
Walking over to the kitchen, he leaned on the counter beside Vince and gently touched his leg. "You've hardly said a word all day," he said.
Vince offered him a sad smile, covering Stuart's hand with his own. "I'm sorry, luv. I guess I just . . . can't get that out of my head, all that business with Phil."
Stuart sighed, dismally. "God, I'm such a twat. I wish I hadn't told you."
"It's not your fault."
"'Course it is! I put my bloody foot in my mouth blurting that out last night. If I'd just used my brain, you'd never know. I never wanted you to know! I hate that I did this to you."
Vince pulled him into a hug. "You didn't do it. I'll snap out of it, I promise."
Stuart rested his forehead on Vince's shoulder while he gently pet the inside of Vince's thighs. He wore soft flannel pajama bottoms and Stuart liked the texture of the fabric. It was nubbly and soft and tactile. Nice. He brushed his nose against Vince's neck, nipping the warm skin gently.
"I have a surprise for you."
"Yeah?" Vince stroked the soft hairs on Stuart's arms.
"Can you get next weekend off? From Friday to Monday?"
"I suppose so," he said, looking at Stuart with the first glimmer of happiness he'd shown in almost twenty-four hours. "Are we going somewhere?"
"Yeah," Stuart said, grinning. "Do you want me to tell you or do you want to be surprised?"
Vince considered for a moment, squinting thoughtfully. "Let me try to guess?"
"Okey doke." This made Stuart happy. Vince was interacting again and not just moping around looking sad.
"Are we driving or taking a plane?"
"Plane."
"Okay . . . so it's far?"
"Pretty far," Stuart said.
"Uh . . . North, South, East or West?"
"North."
"Hmm. What's North . . ? Still in England?"
"No."
"Scotland?"
"Yes."
Vince's eyebrows raised. "Are we going to Edinburgh? I love it there! We had so much fun last time we went there."
"Yeah, we did. But that's not it. We're going somewhere else in Scotland."
"Glasgow?"
"Higher up," Stuart said, grinning.
"Higher up . . . hm . . ."
The oven timer went off and Vince shimmied off the counter to get the cinnamon buns out. He set the pan on top of the cooker, then turned off the heat. Walking back over to the counter, he pressed against Stuart and nuzzled him, stealing a quick kiss.
"Are we going to Inverness?" he asked.
"For a minute," Stuart said. "We have to meet the car in Inverness."
"Meet the car?" Vince asked, his blue eyes twinkling with interest. "We're flying into Inverness and then you're having a car meet us and take us somewhere else?"
"Correct."
"Where?"
"Do you want to guess or do you just want me to tell you?"
Again, he considered, a little smile lighting his boyish face. "No," Vince concluded. "Don't tell me. I want to be surprised."
Giggling, Stuart kissed his lover's nose. "All right, just get the time off. We fly out on Friday morning at 10:30 and we'll be back in enough time for you to work on Tuesday."
"All right," Vince said. "I'll just get Graham to cover for me." He looked at Stuart with mild skepticism. "Is it something obvious?"
"Meaning?"
"Meaning . . . are you wisking me away to propose to me in some posh Highland hotel?"
Feeling a pang of anger that Hazel might have spoiled his plans, Stuart tried to keep his expression blank. Then he realized a bit sadly that his lover was joking and he decided to play along. "That's it, Vince. That's it exactly. I'm wisking you away to propose."
Nodding, Vince turned back to his fragrant cinnamon buns. "Good. Fine. Lovely. Are you so certain I'll say yes?"
"You'd bloody well BETTER," Stuart said, giving him a good smack on the ass as he went back to the couch.
Vince just laughed.
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* Brian:
The following Monday afternoon, Cynthia sent him an instant message letting him know Kate was on the line. Brian put on his head set and lifted the receiver.
"Hey," he said, still typing the client letter he'd been working on.
"So, I get this email from Stuart about how he might not return the gold bracelet after all," she said, as though this conversation had been going on for hours. "I wonder. Is there a reason for his change of heart?"
"Not that I want to share."
"Brian . . ." she warned. "Stuart is my friend and if you're fuckin' around with him, I want to know about it."
"It's not just him and it's not fucking," Brian said, still distracted by his letter.
"And that means . . ."
"It's just phone sex and it's him AND Vince."
"Okay," Kate said, impatiently. "What the FUCK is going on??"
"I just told you." He sat back in his chair and picked up a pen, chewing the end of it while he waited for her response.
"The three of you had phone sex?" Kate said, incredulously. "I'm almost positive there are much cheaper ways to jerk off."
"Sure," he said. "But this was fuckin' great. They're very enthusiastic lovers. Totally into each other."
Kate sighed. "All right. I have to hang up on you." She made good on her promise and the line went dead in his ear.
Finding himself a bit surprised by her reaction, Brian hung up and went back to work on that client letter.
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Stuart:
"Is it true?" Kate said, as though this conversation had also been going on for hours.
"Uh . . ." he said, confused. He held the phone to his ear as he rifled through some papers in a file folder looking for a receipt. "Whatever it is, I'm almost certain it IS true. What are you talking about?"
"Did you and Vince have phone sex with Brian?"
"Oh," he said. "That. Yeah."
"Wait, wait, WAIT!! When did you suddenly get all lovey dovey?? I thought you wanted to press charges against Brian for aggravated assault!"
Stuart chuckled. "I never said that. I just said I felt like he raped me a little."
"Whatever!! What the hell happened?"
"We buried the hatchet," he said, then he laughed again. "It's nothing to worry about, Katey-girl. Just three over-sexed boys talking on the phone together while they play with themselves. It's been going on for years and no one's ever died from it."
"Stuart," she said seriously. "I TOLD you Brian has business in London. Don't you remember?"
"I remember. But we have an agreement about showing up at each other's houses."
"Oh! And you think he's gonna to honor that??? Bunny, you don't know him like I do. Trust me. He's the least honorable bastard I have ever met. You've done it now. That can of worms is spilled all over your fresh clean sheets, baby."
"Kate, don't worry. We're all adults, I'm sure everything's fine. I can't help fancying him-he's bloody gorgeous. And Vince thought so, too. So, we just decided to test the water."
"And now Brian knows the water's fine!" she insisted. "I know you think I'm overreacting, but he will come there, Stuart. He will. You and Vince are just about to start this whole new phase of your relationship and now you've got Hurricane Brian blowin' into town."
He smiled, looking over at the thick envelope on his desk that contained the plane tickets and itinerary for their weekend trip to Scotland. "Everything's fine," he said again. "I feel it. Don't worry."
"You have to promise me one thing," Kate said.
"All right."
"Don't tell him too many things about your relationship or about yourself. Tell Vince not to, either. Brian is extremely manipulative and his brain is a goddamned steel trap. He forgets NOTHING. If you insist on playing with this particular fire, just promise me you will be very careful with him."
"I promise. Besides, Vince and I are doing this together. It's not like we have to hide or anything. If Brian comes here, we'll both deal with him." Stuart grinned at the possibilities that image raised in his imagination. Best keep that to himself.
Of course, Kate was right there on his wavelength. "I'll just bet you will," she teased. "Brian would LOVE that. Fucking groups is one of his most favorite leisure activities."
Stuart chuckled. "Yeah. It used to be one of mine, as well. In another life."
"Aww, feeling like an old married guy?" she asked, gently.
"Some days. But it's not a bad thing. I'm actually really happy right now. I feel like I'm in the right place in my life. This thing with Brian is just for fun. Vince is enjoying it as much as I am. It seems to be working on a lot of levels for us."
"Well . . ." she hedged. "All right. If you say you have it under control, all I can do is believe you. But please, Stuart. Trust me about Brian. He's slippery."
"I'll keep my rubber gloves handy."
Kate snickered. "So, have you decided how you're going to propose yet?"
"I have," he said.
"And . . . is it a secret?"
Stuart sighed. "No, luv. I just . . ."
"I know," she said. "It's personal. And you don't want to jinx it by talking about it."
He smiled, wishing he could hug her right then. "That's it exactly."
"Okay, then. I won't harp. But I will expect a full and detailed recount of every little romantic thing that happens while you're gone. This is big stuff, bunny. You're getting married."
"He hasn't said yes, yet."
"Oh for Christ's sake!!! You can't possibly think he won't."
Stuart shrugged. "You never know with Vince. He's slippery, too."
Kate laughed. "I'm sure there's a story behind THAT."
"I'll never tell," he said.
"When do you leave?"
"Friday morning."
"At least tell me when you plan to ask him?"
"Whenever it feels right," Stuart said. He swiveled in his chair, going over his prepared speech for the hundredth time in his mind. His other line rang and Sandra sent him a message telling him it was Vince. "Katey, I've got to go. Talk to you later?"
"Of course
. Love ya. Bye." He blew her a kiss then switched the line over. "Hi, sweetheart," he teased.
"Hiya," Vince said. "Got your message. What did you want to ask me?"
Stuart hedged, pursing his lips. "I want to keep it. Can I?"
"No," Vince answered, immediately. "Send that bracelet back today, Stuart. Please. I'm serious."
He groaned like a disappointed child. "Viiinnncce. He meant it as a gift. It will be rude to send it back."
"I said no. And I already told him you were returning it. Why are you arguing about this?"
Stuart pouted for a moment. "I like it. I want to keep it."
"You only want to keep it `cos it's from Brian. If I bought you that, you'd never wear it."
"That's not true!! I can't believe you said that." He flopped back in the chair, scowling. "I would so wear it if you bought it for me. I'd wear it all the time."
Vince sighed. "Please don't pout, luv. That bracelet bothers me. It insults me. I told him as much. I can't have you wearing a bit of jewelry some other man gave you. Why don't you understand that?"
"I do," he said, feeling slightly exhilarated by Vince's flash of possessiveness. Even though Stuart felt completely confident that Vince loved him, he still needed to feel the hot sting of his lover's jealousy every once in a while.
"Then please send it back today," Vince concluded, softly. "I have to get back out on the floor. We're really busy this afternoon."
"All right," Stuart said and then he paused. "Vince?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I just . . . like it."
Vince sighed. "I know you like it, luv. But I don't like what it represents. Now I have to go. See you tonight."
After Vince hung up, Stuart opened the drawer under his desk and took out the heavy gold bracelet Brian had sent him. He held it in his hand for a moment, feeling the lovely weight of it. He turned it on the ends of his fingers, smiling at the soft tinkling sound the links made as they tapped against each other.
He grabbed a piece of his personalized note paper off his desk and set about writing Brian a note:
From The Desk of Stuart Alan Jones
Brian,
As you know, Vince has insisted I return this to you but I'm doing so reluctantly. It is truly lovely.
I trust you understand why I cannot accept it, even though I appreciate your gesture.
Kind regards,
Stuart
He proofed what he'd written, chewing his lip thoughtfully. Then he folded the note in half and grabbed the bracelet, pushing his chair back as he stood up. He walked out to the main floor and up behind Sandra who was still picking at her salad from lunch.
"Sandra, would you do me a favor and send this back to Brian Kinney? Call Kate's assistant. She'll have the address."
"Sure," Sandra said, taking the bracelet and the note. She examined the piece of jewelry with wide eyes. "God, isn't that lovely? Why are you sending it back?"
"Vince thinks it's inappropriate for me to keep it. Please send it Fed Ex and have it insured," Stuart said, then he walked back to his office and closed the door, feeling Sandra's eyes on his back the whole time.
Sometime after six that night, Sandra appeared in his office doorway. She had her coat over her arm and her keys jingled in her hand. She leaned against the doorjamb and offered him a smile.
"Excited about Friday?" she asked.
He laughed a bit shyly. "I have to say I'm a little nervous. We're having a bit of a row about that bracelet and I'm afraid he's not in the right frame of mind to be proposed to."
"Oh, Stuart," she said. "I wouldn't fret. Vince is yours, no doubt about that. Just be sweet to him tonight and he'll snap out of it. The bracelet's gone. Oh," she went back to her desk momentarily and returned with the shipping receipt. "Here. Show this to him so he knows i
t went." Stuart took the slip of pink paper and smiled at her. "Thanks. That's a good idea."
"Right. See you tomorrow then." She waved and he listened to her walk down the hall to the stairs.
Stuart put the shipping receipt into his shirt pocket and got ready to go home.
* * *
Vince:
He took a shower when he got in and was just finishing drying his hair with a towel when the phone rang. He walked into the bedroom and picked up the extension by the bed.
"Hel-loh?"
The crackling line always gave Brian away. "Hey, Vince. How are you?"
"Good, thanks. You?"
"Fine." Brian paused and Vince could almost hear him smirking.
"I shouldn't be talking to you," he said. "Stuart's not home yet."
"Oooh . . ." Brian sounded truly disappointed. "Well, can't we bend the rules a little?"
Vince took a deep breath, trying not to get too distracted by the American's lovely, raspy voice. "I don't think so," he said. "But Stuart will be along shortly. I expect him any minute."
Brian let out an expansive sigh. "All right. Call me back later if you guys feel like it. See ya." And then he hung up.
Vince sat on the edge of the bed still holding the phone, his heart hammering in his chest.
Not thirty seconds later, Stuart came through the front door. His eyes went first to Vince's, then down to the phone in his hand. He tossed his keys on the counter and walked up to the bedroom, taking the phone and putting it back into its cradle.
Wordlessly he began to undress, starting with the coat of his beautiful black Armani suit. Vince loved that suit on him and he let his eyes comb over Stuart's lean body covetously. The belt was next, dragging off in a long, slow slide through Stuart's slightly cupped hand. Then the trousers were unbuttoned, unzipped and removed, placed alongside the other things on the bed. Stuart leaned forward and let Vince take off his tie.
"No kisses?" he purred in his beautiful Irish accent.
"Is that bracelet gone?"
Stuart pointed to the pocket of his shirt. "Reach in there."
Vince searched the little pocket with his fingers, pulling out the pink shipping receipt. He unfolded it, read it, then set it on the table by the bed. "Fine. Good."
Stuart smiled. "Can I have kisses now?" Vince
lowered his chin slightly, offering a challenging grin. "I have a better idea."
Stuart raised his brow, curiously. "Better than kissing? I'm listening . . ."
Pressing the handsome brunette back enough so Vince could stand, he walked around the bottom of the bed and went into the bathroom. Out of the drawer under the counter, he took the fancy silver hairbrush and brought it back to the bedroom. He approached Stuart slowly, never taking his eyes off him.
"Remember when we first talked about this?" he asked, holding up the brush. "You asked me if I wanted a hairbrush so I could spank you with it?"
Stuart cocked his head and grinned, suspiciously. "Uh oh . . ."
"Well," Vince said, standing right in front of his lover again. He could feel the warmth of Stuart's almost naked body. "I think it's time I put this fine bit of silver to a more productive use."
Taking a deep breath, Stuart looked right in his eyes. "Are you sure my reluctance to return that bracelet is a big enough offense to deserve a spanking with a hairbrush?"
Vince made like he was thinking about it and then he looked right into those dark blue eyes again. "Yep," he said. "It's bad enough."
Stuart nodded and began unbuttoning his shirt. "All right, but I'd rather you spanked me with your hand."
Vince shook his head. "No you wouldn't. It'll HURT if I do it like that. I don't want to hurt you, Stuart. I just want to give you a little spanking."
The shirt came off and was tossed on the bed with his other clothes and Stuart was trying hard not to smile. He pulled his hands through his hair, then gently ran his finger under Vince's nose so he could smell him.
"You know how much I love you, right?" Stuart said, coyly.
"I know," Vince answered. "Now I'd like you to be naked and bent over my knees."
Still smiling like mad, Stuart took off his shorts revealing his thick, erect cock. He rubbed it twice, bringing it to full attention, while he ran the fingers of his left hand over his tightening nipples.
Vince sat down on the edge of the bed and placed the brush on the duvet beside him. Reaching up, he guided his lover by his narrow hips and placed his body over his own lap. Stuart's belly laid flat on the tops of Vince's thighs and that hot, straining cock wedged itself into the soft flesh behind Vince's right knee. Stuart placed his hands on the floor for support and then he glanced over his shoulder and into his lover's eyes.
"Would it help if I say I'm sorry?" he pleaded, gently.
"Nope. Get ready." Vince stroked his curls affectionately for a moment, then he grabbed a handful of the warm, silky ringlets and held on. Picking up the brush, he turned the handle in his grip a few times until it felt right. Then he pressed the cool silver against Stuart's right cheek, just leaving it there until his body heat permeated the chilly surface. Holding the brush about six inches from the skin, Vince brought it down quickly and removed it quickly, creating a lovely smacking sound. Stuart flinched slightly and that was likely only from surprise. Vince had no intention of really hurting his lover-this was just a playtime activity they had not yet tried.
Going to the left cheek, Vince repeated the motion, once again causing the crisp crack of metal on skin as he brought the back of the brush down. He felt Stuart's cock throb against his leg and was encouraged enough by that to continue. A few more quick spanks got the pristine skin of Stuart's ass warmed and pink and he wriggled on Vince's lap, breathing in shallow pants.
Vince placed the brush on Stuart's back, then licked his middle finger, wetting it with saliva. He reached down and slid that finger right up into the tight, hot canal of Stuart's anus, slowly drawing it out and then back in.
Stuart groaned and straightened slightly, once again glancing over his shoulder. His dark blue eyes showed the tiniest bit of alarm. "I'll come if you do that, Vince. I'm serious. I'm way too close right now. I don't want to come yet."
"You really LIKE this, don't you?" Vince asked, smiling into his lover's wanton eyes. "You never said."
"I didn't know," he replied. "Now get that finger outta my arse and give me some more spanks."
Vince chuckled deep in his throat and obliged Stuart's request. He picked up the brush again, repositioning it against the heated skin of Stuart's backside. Without hesitation, he rained a light volley of smacks down on the smooth, reddened cheeks and Stuart bounced and wiggled under him in a wonderful display of mock pain. Vince wasn't hitting hard enough to hurt him-just hard enough to make the skin simmer and each time the warm silver made contact with Stuart's cheeks, the sound of the smacks gained more depth.
Suddenly Stuart sat up, moving with feline velocity, and pushed Vince onto his back on the bed. He kissed his lover roughly, their tongues warring in their mouths, slight afternoon stubble scratching tender lips. They ground against each other, sharing breath and growling moans, and Stuart reached under the pillow for the bottle of lube.
"Oh, no . . ." Vince warned, playfully. "I'm having YOU. You're the naughty one today."
Struggling lovingly, Stuart pinned his wrists down to the mattress and grinned at him, his lean body writhing with his rapid breath. "Fat. Fucking. Chance." He giggled and urged Vince's thighs apart with his knee. He brought Vince's arms up over his head then transferred both wrists into his own left hand. Vince wasn't really struggling, he was just holding still but he let Stuart think he was a captive nonetheless. Truth was, Vince really wanted to feel his lover inside him. He'd been thinking about it all day. Some days, a bloke just needed to be fucked and Vince was having that day.
Stuart flipped the lid of the little bottle up and squeezed it just above Vince's opening. The cool, slick gel trickled out and made him flinch when it touched that sensitive skin, but it warmed quickly enough. Tossing the bottle aside, Stuart stroked his fingers up and down Vince's heated crevice, occasionally bringing his hand all the way up and around his swollen erection. Vince moaned and closed his eyes, relaxing into the pleasure but still keeping his body taut.
"Love me?" Stuart whispered, grinning.
". . . love you . . ." Vince sighed.
Stuart kissed him, almost sweetly, and then he pressed his thick, hard cock inside in one long shove. Vince raised his hips, wrapped his legs around Stuart's waist, and groaned at the unspeakable pleasure of being filled.
"Wait . . ." he breathed. "Stuart . . . wait, just a minute. I just want to feel you . . ."
Stuart kept his hips still, but he released Vince's wrists and took hold of his hips, moving him until Stuart found more leverage. He waited until he was encouraged to continue, just breathing deeply and letting his cock pulse and throb inside Vince's body.
Reaching up, Vince pulled his lover into a wet, probing kiss, feeling his own cock flinch and leak on his belly at the taste of Stuart's mouth. "Do it . . ." he begged. "Do it hard."
Stuart moaned and his eyes flashed with devilish joy. He stood up on his knees and pulled Vince back by the hips, rendering him helpless in that position. But he knew he was safe. Vince let himself be impaled and ridden and loved every second of it. He let his legs fall open and he supported his own weight with his arms under him, rolling his hips lustfully with every one of Stuart's long, powerful strokes. It was like a very specific, deep tissue massage, that fuck. Stuart concentrated on hammering his prostate with his engorged cockhead and they both moaned deeply with every connection.
Vince felt lightheaded and he tried to breathe normally but he found himself gasping instead. Stuart's thrusts were relentless-just like he'd asked for-and Vince was a prisoner of the pleasure.
Suddenly, Stuart pulled out and let Vince's body drop down on the mattress again. He was panting and he leaned over his lover on all fours like a big cat ready to devour a downed gazelle.
"I cannot believe you stopped," Vince said, his eyes wide.
Stuart just grinned, his smooth skin shiny with sex-sweat and his dark blue eyes glassy with lust. "Come inside me. Go on, then. You wanted to have me-have me."
Vince shook his head. "NO WAY. Finish what you started, you bastard." He reached up and flipped Stuart over onto his back, holding him down and grasping his dark, shuddering erection with his hand. Vince spread his legs over his partner's body and almost fiercely inserted that stiff cock back where it belonged.
"Uhhh . . ." Stuart groaned, grabbing Vince's hips so hard he knew he would have fingerprint bruises. "I LOVE it when you're like this!" He laughed deep in his throat and thrust his hips up, topping from below.
Vince rode out the last few desperately needed strokes until he felt his orgasm rush forth, his balls erupting and his cock twitching and spurting his seed all over Stuart's belly. A big drop landed in his lover's beautiful hair and Vince just smiled. He would tend to that momentarily.
Stuart bucked under him, ramming his cock in and out of Vince's hot anus. He growled as he came, actually baring his teeth as his eyes squeezed shut with the force of his pleasure.
Gasping for air, Vince flopped forward on the bed, gently disconnecting them. The separation made a soft, wet pop and they both smiled.
"Come here," he said, rolling on top of Stuart again. He ran his fingers through Stuart's hair at the front, distributing that splash of his own semen while it was still warm.
"Did you get spunk in my hair?" Stuart teased, grinning.
"It'll make your curls shiny." Vince laughed. "Besides, if I could figure out some way to FUCK your hair, you've got to know I would."
This made them both laugh out loud and they rolled around on the bed for a moment, still trying to catch their breath from their strenuous lovemaking.
"Christ," Stuart said. "That was excellent! Can't believe how much that turned me on. Why haven't we ever tried that before?"
Vince shrugged. "Dunno. Never occurred to me before. Well," he said. "That's not entirely true. I've thought of giving you a good thrashing many times-just never in a sexual situation."
Stuart chuckled, absently fingering his damp curls. "I'll bet you have. This is going to get sticky. You'll have to wash it out."
Vince reached for the brush that was leaning precariously on the edge of the bed. It would have gone over onto the floor if their sudden sexual outburst had lasted any longer. He laid on his back and pulled Stuart over him until the brunette was nestled comfortably between his legs. Stuart laid his head on Vince's chest and let out a long, relaxed breath.
Vince began slowly stroking the brush through Stuart's soft, black curls, inhaling their combined scents deeply. He loved the way they smelled together. Vince made sure not to tug the ringlets that had moisture on them, pulling the bristles through very gently. It didn't take long until all the thick wetness was distributed evenly through the springy tendrils and he had been exactly right-the pure protein made Stuart's hair shine like mad.
"I've really scent-marked you now," Vince said, knowing that if he hadn't just come, he would be wildly aroused by the whole spunk-in- the-hair thing. He smelled his fingers and wriggled against Stuart's body, tingling everywhere.
Stuart was smiling with his eyes closed, his long, graceful fingers teasing the hairs around Vince's right nipple. "I love it when I can smell you on me," he said, softly. "On my hands or my clothes. The best is when I can taste you when I lick my lips. Like when I kiss you right before I leave the house . . . or when I get to suck your cock to wake you up." He looked up at Vince with his sparkling blue eyes half-mast and sleepy. "You know when I came home tonight?"
"Yeah?" Vince said, stroking the brush over the back of Stuart's head, down along the nape of his neck.
"You were sitting there with the phone in your hand. Had you been talking to Brian?"
Vince licked his lips, tasting Stuart there. "He rang, yeah. I told him I shouldn't be talking to him because you weren't home yet."
Slowly, Stuart nodded, seeming satisfied with that answer. "Just as long as you're following the rules."
He pulled the brush through those glossy curls again, but he didn't respond. He was feeling quite sleepy, himself, even though it was only around eight o'clock. Feeling warm and comfortable, he knew they would both drift off soon and then wake up in the middle of the night starving to death because they hadn't had dinner. That was all right with Vince. Those nights when he and Stuart would get up at 3:30 in the morning and make omelets and watch telly until they fell asleep again on the couch were some of his most cherished times with his lover. The private, quiet incidents like that. Things that only made sense to them.
As he started to fall asleep, his mind was filled with images of airports and steep, misty Highland hills. He was so looking forward to the weekend-to spending time alone in a romantic setting with Stuart. These were the thoughts that carried Vince to sleep that night, completely unaware that Stuart laid awake on his chest for hours.
Stuart:
Wednesday night after dinner, they sat at the counter in the kitchen and made up a list of everything they still had to do before they left.
"We mustn't forget a camera," Stuart said, writing it down.
"Uh, actually . . ." Vince went up to the dresser in the bedroom and opened one of the drawers. "I made a bit of an investment for our trip," he said. "I bought us a digital camera and a reader for the computer. I thought it would be fun to email our holiday photos to people and make them terribly jealous." He brought the new camera and the small piece of hardware back down to Stuart, both objects still in their boxes. "I have no earthly clue how to use either of them, but I'm sure it can't be that difficult."
"Email photos, eh?" Stuart asked, his eyebrow lifting mischievously.
"Yeah," Vince said all innocence and light. "We could send them to your nephew and he could design a web page for us."
"Uh huh . . . or . . . we could take some luscious, naughty photos of YOU and email them to Brian."
Vince blushed deeply and chuckled. "Oh my God, Stuart. I couldn't. I'd die of embarrassment."
"No you wouldn't, you twat. It's just me."
"Yeah, but if I know HE's going to see them-and knowing they're out there on the Internet! Oh, God! No, I couldn't."
Stuart giggled, opening the box with the reader inside. He walked over to the computer and took out the small sheet of instructions. Simple. Plug in the cord and load the software. Fair enough. He sat down at the desk and turned the computer on.
Vince got the camera out of its box and began flipping through the thick owner's manual. He leaned on the desk while Stuart installed the software for the photo reader.
"It needs a memory card," Stuart said. "Do we have one?"
Vince slid open the little panel on the back of the camera. "Yeah. There it is."
"Excellent!" Stuart grinned, rolling the chair right up to where Vince was standing. He rested his head on his lover's hard belly and smiled up at him. "Let's get started." He reached for the camera but Vince held it away.
"Oh, no . . . Stuart, I can't. Really. I'll die."
"Come on . . ." He stood up and reached around Vince's back quickly, capturing the camera and wiggling it free from his lover's hand. "Don't be a baby. It's just me . . . just think of it as posing for me. Forget the camera."
"I can't," Vince said, decisively.
Stuart squinted, pursing his lips thoughtfully. "I know what you need." He put a kiss on Vince's nose then turned and went up to the bathroom.
He set the camera down on the counter so it wouldn't get wet then he started running a bath. Looking around, he located the votive candles he and Vince had used the last time they had a bath together and he placed them around the edge of the tub. Vince came up into the room while the water tumbled into the tub and leaned on the counter, but he didn't say anything. He just looked at Stuart reticently and folded his arms across his chest.
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