Rapunzel, Rapunzel
Fairy Tales with a Twist
(for Princess Sun)
It was starting out to be just another fucked up day.
Brian’s underlings were in their uncreative glory, and
the new swimsuit model for Zeena Athletic Gear just
called to inform him that she was pregnant. After being selected from hundreds
of photographs, Brian now had to begin the unholy process of finding another
“face” for Zeena’s new thong bikini. Uhhh. Brian pulled
up his online contacts. He was in the process of selecting yet another modeling
agency when suddenly the screen, and Vanguard Advertising went dark. “Shit! Now what?” Brian
pushed away from his desk. He could hear the gasps of surprise coming from the
secretarial pool. “CYNTHIA!” he bellowed.
Brian’s ever faithful assistant peeked her head inside his door. “Yeah boss?”
“What the fuck is going on?”
“It appears to be a power failure.”
“Well send someone to change the goddamn fuse!”
Cynthia left only to return a few moments later. “I’m afraid
it’s a little more than just a blown fuse. It appears as if the power is out on
the whole block.” she said.
Brian’s assistant was right, not only was the power out on
the block. A massive power failure was being reported in various sections
across the country. The blackout apparently stemmed from
Justin sat perched on the loft’s windowsill. The breeze blowing through the
open pane was doing little to cool off the brownstone that now acted as a brick
oven in the ninety-two degree heat. As the building engineer worked frantically
to get the generators going, the streets below were becoming bumper to bumper
with angry commuters who had been sent home early from work. Justin watched as
HIS angry commuter pulled into his parking space. Brian peeled his sweat soaked
body from the jeep’s driver seat, and draped his suit jacket across his arm.
“Hey!” Justin called, and waved from the window.
Brian shaded his eyes, and looked up toward the familiar voice. “Please tell me
the generators are working!” he called back.
“The engineers are working on them!”
“Shit!” Brian grumbled.
“I brought ice from the diner. I’ve got a cooler full of water. Would you like
me to throw one down to you?” Justin offered.
“No, meet me at the top of the stairs!” Brian ordered.
Justin pulled a bottle of water from the cooler, and headed for the loft door.
From the top of the dark staircase he could hear the familiar swearing. “Shit,
I pay extra to live in a building with A GODDAMN BACKUP GENERATOR!” Brian
bellowed.
“Shhhh! Brian.”
“Don’t shush me!” Brian snapped. “WHY ISN’T
THIS GODDAMN ELEVATOR WORKING?”
Justin could hear his bear growling in the darkness. “Where are you?” he asked.
“I’m on the second floor.”
“The second floor, is that all? See, I told you to stop smoking. Stay there,
I’m coming down to bring you some ice water.”
“What the hell are you, a St. Bernard? I don’t need rescuing.” Brian barked,
and continued his climb.
Justin listened as the footsteps resumed, then abruptly stopped again. “What’s
the matter?” he called.
“I’m taking a break if you don’t mind.”
“Getting winded old man?”
“Fuck you.”
“Maybe, that is if you still have enough breath left in you.” The younger man
teased. “Where are you now?”
“I’m sitting on the third floor steps, and I’m going to stay here until they
fix the goddamn generator.” Brian decided.
Humm, perhaps it was time
for a little incentive. Justin briefly went back inside the loft,
then returned. “Look up!” He called to his exhausted
lover. Brian tilted his head up toward the top of the dark staircase. He
watched as Justin slowly panned a beaming flashlight over his body. Brian’s
eyes followed the white tee across his baby’s chest, down his belly, stopping
just below the prized package. “Rapunzel,
Rapunzel let down your hair
so that I may climb the golden stair.” Justin said.
The older man swallowed hard, and his mouth unconsciously eased open when
Justin lifted the clingy material for a delicious peek. Justin held the light
in place, and began to stroke himself. Brian watched as the sleeping cock
lengthened to a smooth golden shaft. “Come, and climb on this daddy.” The hott boy purred, and turned the
flashlight off.
Justin could hear his lover’s footsteps as they began again to take the stairs.
Fourth floor, fifth floor.
The steamy stairway now sizzled as Brian tracked his prey in the dark. “Rapunzel, Rapunzel let down your hair, so that I may climb the
golden stair. Ooooh, hurry up daddy.” The young man
moaned.
Brian quickened his pace. “Wait for me baby, don’t cum yet!” he called. Sixth
floor, seventh floor, Brian finally rounded the top level only to find that his
prize was missing. “Where...are you...Rapunzel?”
he panted.
“Ha-ha-ha-ha!” Justin laughed
in the background.
“Why you...little...shit.” Brian wheezed as he practically fell through the
loft’s doorway.
“Jesus, Brian look at you!”
Justin continued to laugh, and hurried over to his catch his exhausted lover.
Brian was happy for the assist to the sofa,
and even happier for the assist with his clothes. He laid panting on his back as Justin removed the sweat
drenched shirt that clung to his body. Brian closed his eyes,
and continued to catch his breath while Justin removed his belt, and trousers.
It wasn’t until he reached for Brian’s shorts that Justin realized something
was wrong. Brian’s skin was paler than usual, his hair was matted with
perspiration, and he still hadn’t quite caught his breath. “Brian are you alright?” Justin asked, but
Brian didn’t answer. “Stop kidding around Brian.” Justin warned. The young man
pulled his lover to a sitting position,
then watched as Brian’s limp
body fell back onto the couch. “SHIT!”
Justin
hurried over to the telephone. He picked up the receiver, and was about to dial
911 but was quickly reminded that the blackout had killed power to the
telephones as well. “Don’t panic, think!” Justin told himself out loud, then dashed over to the cell phone
in his book bag.
“I’m sorry. Due to heavy volume, we are unable to complete your call. Please
try your number again later.” The automated operator said.
Justin put the cell phone down, and tallied up his
situation. He was alone, the man he loved was down.
There was a four, to six minute gap between recovery, brain damage, or death.
If ever there was a time to panic it was now.
The frantic young man fought to maintain his composure, as he tried to recall
the basic life support class that he was forced to take last semester. “First
check for a pulse.... No check for breathing!” He again instructed himself out
loud when adrenalin began to take charge. Suddenly the CPR class came back to
him. In textbook fashion, Justin walked over, and leaned down close to Brian’s
face. He waited to feel the warmth from Brian’s breath on his cheek, as he
watched to see if his chest would rise, and fall. There was nothing. Justin
tilted Brian’s head back, and took a deep breath. He covered Brian’s mouth with
his own to begin rescue breathing, only to be met by a probing tongue. “Ummmmm.”
“SHIT, BRIAN!”
“I should die more often!” Brian laughed, and pulled his half naked baby on top
of him. “Come here Rapunzel.”
“ASSHOLE!” Justin struggled
to get away.
“That’s what you get for teasing me.” Brian cackled as Justin scrambled to his
feet.
“It’s not funny Brian.”
“You should see the look on your face.” Brian pointed, and fell off of
the sofa.
“I thought you were dead.” Justin said.
“I know you did!” Brian howled, and laid
down on the floor holding his side.
“I thought I had lost you.”
Brian’s laughing began to subside when he noticed that Justin’s eyes were
filling with tears. “Come on baby, it was just a joke. Look at me, I’m fine.
See?” Brian stood up from the floor, and held out his arms.
“It wasn’t a joke to me, I thought you were gone.” The same adrenalin rush that
earlier held the young man together suddenly dissipated. Justin began
to cry uncontrollably.
Brian hurried over and wrapped his arms around his crumbling baby. “Justin, I’m
sorry.” he cooed.
“Son-of-a-bitch, don’t you ever do that to me again!” Justin wailed even
louder.
“I won’t.” Brian promised, and held his baby tighter.
“How the hell could you do that?” Justin buried his face in his lover’s chest.
“I’m sorry.” Brian cooed again. He kissed the top of Justin’s head, and gently rocked him from
side to side. “I’m not leaving you. We’re going to be
together for a long, long time.” He whispered, and stroked his fingers through
Justin’s hair. “Rapunzel, Rapunzel let down your hair so
that I may climb the golden stair.”
Justin looked up into his lover‘s eyes. “You still wanna climb me daddy?” he smiled.