He got to Babylon late, some last minute details that he didn’t want to leave until Monday. He stood on the catwalk watching the crowd, the hot sweating men dancing to the thumpa music. He scanned the dance floor looking for his lover and the gang.
He
spotted Emmett right away, hard to miss in the tight bright neon green tank
and teal pants leaning against the bar with Ted looking mortified as if the
green tank would consume him in flames.
Mikey
and Ben were there; and Mikey was looking pissed, so what
else is new.
He followed Mikey’s gaze and saw his lover in the center of the
dance floor putting on a show with a young pretty redheaded
twink. The twink looked like
he had died and had gone to
His
lover was dancing close to the twink but not
touching. He looked gorgeous,
poured into the leather pants he was
wearing. All his attributes were
well defined and on display; there wasn’t a soft cock within a 100
feet. He chuckled to himself,
he knew his lover was just exerting a bit of his stubborn
defiance. He didn’t mind
they were men for fuck’s sake, beautiful gay
men. He’d do it too on occasion;
he and his lover had this understanding.
After
a while the twink got up the nerve to dance closer and tried to touch the
leather clad ass. His lover gazed
up and shot the twink a warning glare, ‘look but don’t touch’
it said. The twink was understandably
disappointed but shrugged it off thinking it was just
to soon to stake a
claim. He continued to watch
his lover and the twink. The
pale hand of the redhead again made a reach for the leathered ass but this
time his lover had had enough. His
lover’s eyes narrowed the angry glare was more than threatening, the
redhead visibly shaken backed off.
It was time to intervene.
He
flew down the stairs and twisted his way through the glistening bodies to
get to his lover. He tapped his
shoulder.
For
a split second Justin was treated to that same angry glare until Brian saw
his sweet face looking up at him.
The tall gorgeous man with the hazel eyes smiled brightly and Justin
immediately leapt into his arms.
Wrapping his legs around the slim waist Justin leaned down for a
kiss. The redheaded twink whimpered
as he danced away, he never stood a
chance. The lovers stood in the
middle of the dance floor making their declaration for each
other…
‘Missed
you Baby”
“Missed
you too Bri”
“Want
you”
Justin
in a breathy purr answered…
“Hurry
Brian hurry”
Justin
released his legs expecting his feet to touch the ground but instead he felt
himself propelled upward and over Brian’s
shoulder. With a hard smack to
his cargo covered ass that would have echoed off the walls if not for the
music the older king carried his young one towards the
backroom. Those who witnessed
the sight cheered, clapped and whistled as the blond was whisked away by
his lover.
As
they approached the doorway Brian put Justin
down. Justin reached up and pulled
Brian by the nape of his neck for a long deep
kiss. Brian was a bit more than
breathless when finally released and then found himself being dragged by
his belt loops into the backroom.
Making
their way through the labyrinth the lovers found a spot as isolated as
possible. Brian could sense,
feel the need in Justin to be the aggressor but he knew Justin wouldn’t
do it in the backroom of
Brian
got them home in record time and in a well rehearsed dance they performed
so often they raced up the stairs.
Brian unlocked the door, opened it, Justin slid it shut and locked
it while Brian set the alarm. All
along the two remained in a lip lock and stripped off each other’s
clothes. They were naked by the
time they reached their bed.
Brian
watched as Justin climbed into the bed and knew by his demeanor that he was
in for a long hard ride. Justin
knew by the smirk on Brian’s face that he would get no
objection. Brian got into bed
clutching a pillow then he laid on his belly with his ass positioned perfectly
for Justin. By dawn the lovers
were sated and fast asleep.
It
was late afternoon when the lovers finally awoke to perform their ‘morning
rituals’.
Justin
kept giggling to himself as he prepared something for the two to
eat. Brian was wearing the well
fucked look that was usually reserved for Justin as well as
sweatpants. Justin stifled his
laughter as Brian tried to sit at the table when Justin was ready to serve
up the meal. As soon as Brian’s
butt hit the chair he stood up quickly knocking over the
chair. After he regained his
composure and righting the chair Brian nonchalantly strolled to the sofa
and gingerly settled his behind onto the soft
cushions. Justin said nothing
his twinges of guilt were overshadowed by his own self
satisfaction. The blond boy ass
almost broke the stud of
The
lovers enjoyed the lazy afternoon.
Justin enjoyed watching Brian walk or try to walk without saying
‘ow’ or rubbing his still smarting
ass. Not quite the proficient
bottom as Justin is Brian’s recovery took a little time and Brian’s
usual swagger was on a temporary hold.
By the time the lovers were dressing for
As
Justin was fishing for a pair of his favorite jeans Brian got into his face
saying, “oh no”.
Justin’s blues quizzingly looked up into the hazel that sparkled
and watched a leer draw across Brian’s
face. In Brian’s hand
was Justin’s leather pants, “it’s
your turn”. Justin smiled
sweetly as he abandoned his jeans and took the offered leather
pants. Brian licked his lips
as he watched his most beloved bubble butt squeeze into the tight
leather.
As
they headed out the door both men wore a silly grin and lustfully thinking
similar thoughts…
“He’s/I’m
so fucked!”
Sabina