Domestic Bliss

On Being Young and Gay

Brian tried to turn over but he found he couldn't. He opened his eyes to find Justin staring at him, leaning on his chest staring into his eyes.

"Did I fall asleep?" he asked.

"Yeah, I had a little nap too."

"You look very self-satisfied."

"I am," Justin grinned.

Brian tried to reach for Justin and found his hands tied to the top of their four-poster. "What the fuck?"

"Don't you remember," Justin giggled. "You let me tie you up before I 'raped' you." He made the little air quotes around the "R" word.

"Yes," Brian said with clenched teeth and a devastating glare. "That was then. Now, release me."

"I don't think I'm ready to yet," Justin smiled serenely.

"You little twat! Let me loose!"

"Un unh."

"Justin!" Brian said ominously.

"Not till you tell me how much you enjoyed me fucking you."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"I want a compliment," Justin said smiling some more.

"You know I always like your fucks," Brian said softly deciding he'd get this nonsense over with in a hurry. Once he was loose he'd make Justin pay.

"Good," Justin replied playing with one of Brian's nipples. "But I'd like a more resounding endorsement."

"What you're going to get is a very hard spanking!" Brian declared.

"Really? That sounds like fun," Justin giggled.

"Let me loose and the fun can begin."

"Um … I don't think so." Justin gave the nipple a none too gentle tweak.

"Ow!"

"That didn't hurt."

"How the fuck would you know? It wasn't your nipple!"

"Don't be mean."

"Then let me go!"

Justin tried to look contrite. He was just having a bit of fun with his partner. He had so enjoyed being the one in control with the pretend rape. It wasn't often that Brian bottomed, and then letting Justin tie him up had been a real turn on. The fact that Brian had given up total control was pretty amazing. Justin had never managed to top in quite the way that he had just a short while ago. He should be nice to Brian or he might never get that opportunity again.

"If I release you, do you promise not to turn on me?" Justin asked all seriousness.

"Turn on you? What am I? A rabid dog!"

"You might be."

"If you don't get these fucking things off my wrists, you'll find out the hard way," Brian threatened as he struggled against his bonds.

"Then I guess I'll just have to leave you the way you are until you calm down. I'm hungry, so I'll go make some dinner. Anything in particular that you'd like?"

"I'd like you to fucking untie me! Right now, you little asshole."

"Uh, uh, uh, being nasty won't get you anywhere."

"Justin, this has gone on long enough. You've had your fun, now release me!"

Justin shook his head, pulled on a pair of sweat pants and headed for the door.

"Don't you dare walk out that door!" Brian bellowed.

"And what are you going to do if I don't listen to you?" Justin smiled sweetly.

Brian yanked at his bonds which consisted of two old ties that had seen better days. They had seemed like a good idea earlier, but now Brian was finding out just how strong silk could be. He grunted and groaned and tugged at the seemingly fragile strips of cloth that held him so securely.

"You're very beautiful when you get all flushed like that. Much like you looked when I was fucking you." Justin continued to observe Brian's struggles. He was beginning to think that he had pushed this just a little too far and maybe he was going to regret his actions when Brian did get loose.

"Fuck!" Brian cried as he flopped back in frustration still tied securely to the top posts of the bed.

"Um, if I give you a really good blowjob and then release you, will you promise not to kill me?"

Brian glared at him. "I don't want your fucking blowjob, and I am going to kill you!"

"That's not much of an incentive for me to release you," Justin said reasonably.

Brian bit his lip and refused to respond.

"Brian, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this to go so far. I was just having some fun with you."

Brian glared at him and said nothing.

"Will you forgive me?" Justin asked as he approached the bed. "I'll untie you."

Brian remained silent, but he watched as Justin started to pull at the knots that held him prisoner.

"Fuck! You've pulled so hard on these that I'll never be able to get them undone. The knots are too tight now."

"Cut the goddamn things off!" Brian commanded, having lost all patience and seeing the possibility of freedom so very close.

"Um … do you know where the scissors are?" Justin asked meekly. He was really getting scared.

"No, I don't fucking know where the scissors are! Get out your sewing basket, little Miss Susie Homemaker."

"Don't be so nasty. I'll go downstairs and get the ones from the kitchen."

"Go in the fucking bathroom and get the straight razor!"

"Oh, yeah, okay," Justin said as he crossed the room.

"And hurry the fuck up."

"I'm hurrying." Justin returned with the straight razor and started carving away at the silk tie that held Brian's right hand. It took quite a bit of sawing with the very sharp razor to cut through the tie.

"Ahhh," Brian sighed as his hand finally came free. "Now get the other damn thing off."

"Um … I think I'll let you do that yourself," Justin said warily. He reached out as far as he could and held the razor towards Brian.

"What the fuck's the matter with you?"

"I … You wouldn't … Would you?"

"Kill you? Yes, I fucking will!" Brian tried to hook his free legs around Justin and hold him close. Justin dodged and held out the razor from a safe distance. Brian grabbed it and started to work on the tie that held his left wrist prisoner.

He heard Justin run across the room and head downstairs. Fucking little twat! He was so going to pay.

Finally Brian was able to hack the tie off his left wrist. He rubbed his wrist and tossed the razor onto the nightstand. "Justin!" he bellowed. "You can run but you can't hide." Naked, Brian made his way into each of the bedrooms searching for his partner who was about to receive a hearty dose of retribution.

Brian searched the whole house. There was no sign of Justin anywhere. With a frown, Brian opened the front door to peek out and make sure that both vehicles were still there. They were, so Justin had to be somewhere close at hand.

"Justin, where the fuck are you?" Brian called as he walked into the family room. He looked behind all the furniture. No sign of Justin. "Have you gone back into the closet?" Brian asked as he yanked open the door to the front hall closet. That was when he heard a giggle from the kitchen. "Aha! Come out, come out, wherever you are," Brian called as he walked into the kitchen. He scanned the room seeing no sign of his partner. He looked in the broom closet which would have been a tight fit. There was no sign of Justin. Brian scanned the patio through the closed door. He was sure he had heard that giggle come from the kitchen.

"I know you're in here, Justin. I'll find you eventually. You might as well give up."

All was silence. Brian stood stock still wondering if he might be able to hear Justin breathe. There was no sound. He started to walk around the end of the counter deciding he might as well get some water since he was close to the fridge. That was when Justin bolted out from behind the counter and made a run for the family room. Brian was right behind him and his longer legs helped him gain on the blond. As they neared the couch, Brian launched himself at Justin's back and they both fell breathless onto the leather sofa. Justin was trapped and flattened beneath Brian. He heard Justin give a little groan.

"Are you all right? Did I hurt you?" Brian asked, all of his anger receding with the thought that he might have injured his partner.

"I'm okay, but you knocked the wind out of me. You're fucking heavy."

"You're sure you're okay?" Brian asked solicitously.

"Yeah," Justin said hoping the thought of him being all right might let him off easy.

"Good, then you're going to get the spanking of your life," Brian declared.

"Brian, no," Justin pleaded. He was shoved onto Brian's naked lap. He could feel Brian's already semi-erect dick pressing into his own groin. "No, Brian."

"You know you like it," Brian chuckled evilly. "Time to pay the piper."

"Your pipe is enjoying this," Justin laughed and then felt his sweat pants yanked down. The cool air on his exposed ass quickly receded as Brian administered the first sharp slap. "Ow! That hurt," Justin cried.

"That's the idea," Brian stated as his hand came down on the other cheek."

"Ow!"

"Don't be a big baby. You dished out some punishment and now it's time to take it like a man."

Brian's hand came down again. Justin bit his lip and said nothing. He wriggled at the slap but was determined not to sound like a wimp as he took his punishment. He could feel his dick grow hard, and he felt Brian's already stiff one poking into him. Brian continued to administer three more slaps, alternating between each cheek.

"Nice rosy red color is developing," Brian observed as he surveyed his handiwork. "Had enough yet?"

Justin nodded his head vigorously, but didn't say anything. Brian smiled at the reaction and gently turned Justin over so that he was on his back on the sofa with his ass resting against the cool leather. His legs were still across Brian's lap.

"I think it's time for the next part of your punishment," Brian said with a smirk.

Justin's eyes got very big. "Wha … what do you mean?"

Brian grabbed Justin's shoulders and glared down at him.

"Brian?" Justin said uncertainly a worried look on his face.

"Be quiet," Brian ordered. Justin felt his legs being raised and his body being bent in half. Brian inserted a finger and started to open him up. Justin gulped and held onto the cushion of the sofa as Brian finger fucked him.

"Brian," Justin moaned as he bucked up and down on the finger.

"You are such a slut," Brian said against Justin's throat as he took a bite.

"Ah," Justin cried but his arms reached up to pull Brian in for a kiss.

They were both painfully hard by the end of the kiss. Brian's hands were all over him and he was begging. No one knew his body like Brian did. Justin was whimpering and pleading as Brian continued his onslaught of bites and kisses and squeezes.

"Oh fuck, Brian, please!"

"That's what I intend to do," Brian replied as he grabbed lube from the table next to the sofa.

He positioned his well lubed cock and plunged into his partner. Justin moaned and took it all. He knew Brian was out to prove something, probably that he could give a much better fuck than Justin had given him a few hours earlier. Justin smiled to himself as Brian pounded into him.

"What are you smirking about?" Brian asked as he paused fully embedded in Justin's ass.

"Um … nothing," Justin smiled. He knew Brian would be giving him the fuck of his life and he didn't want any stray comment to ruin that. "Just happy."

"Happy? You're fucking happy?"

"With your dick up my ass and the cool leather under my sore bum, how could I be otherwise?"

"Twat!" Brian said but he couldn't help but show his own smile. "I love you, you know."

"I know," Justin said smugly. "Even when I'm a twat."

"Which is most of the time," Brian replied as he started to pound Justin's ass once again.

"Un unh."

"Oh yes you are," Brian gasped.

"Never," Justin cried as Brian hit a particularly sweet spot. "I'm your perfect bottom boy."

"And remember that the next time you want to top."

"And then you'll let me do it, right?" Justin gasped. He felt the first tinglings of orgasm as Brian drove into him.

Brian knew he was reaching the end. He felt his balls draw up and watched a drop of sweat fall from his forehead onto Justin's chest. He hiked Justin's legs higher as he pumped his hips faster. "You may never top again," Brian blurted out.

"You don't mean that," Justin cried as Brian grabbed his dick and started to tug in time with his thrusts.

"Wanna bet!" Brian cried and then it was over. They both felt the world tip sideways and Justin found Brian lying on top of him. He didn't know how much time had passed.

"Brian," Justin said gently as he ran his hands up and down Brian's back. "You okay?"

Brian managed to raise his head and look into the blue eyes. "Yeah, I think you've been properly punished."

"Me too," Justin giggled.

"Twat."

"Never."

"Can I rest a minute more before we pick up that argument again?" Brian asked as his head fell back on Justin's chest.

"Stay as long as you want," Justin replied. He pulled the afghan over them and they both dozed off.

Some time later Brian awoke and started to stir. Justin was holding him tight. "Justin," he whispered, "let me up."

"Um, okay," Justin said as he opened his eyes. "That was very hot … like my ass."

"Your ass always was your best feature," Brian laughed as he sat up.

"Hotter than ever after my spanking."

"I didn't hurt you too much did I?" Brian asked.

"No, I'm fine, and I really liked my punishment."

"I enjoyed doling it out," Brian agreed.

"I'm starved."

"Want to order something in?"

"Sounds good. We can shower before they deliver it."

Brian offered Justin his hand and he pulled the younger man to his feet. "Let's see that ass." He turned Justin around. "Still a nice rosy red."

Justin looked so cute, trying to check out his ass by looking over his shoulder, that Brian couldn't help but chuckle.

"Let's order that food and then I'll hold a mirror at your backside so you can examine my handiwork."

"You are such a good partner," Justin giggled reaching up to kiss Brian's cheek.

"Nothing but the best for Brian Kinney's partner."

"I love you," Justin whispered.

"I know," Brian said with a smile before reaching for the phone.

*****

Brian had let himself be talked into pizza. They ate it at the kitchen table, Justin sitting on a big, soft cushion that Brian provided for him. Justin had picked up Algernon's diary and started to read some more, when they had finished up as much of the pizza as they cared to eat. Brian got up and cleared the table putting the extra slices of pizza in the fridge. He knew Justin would eat them later.

When he was done, Justin's nose was still buried in the diary. "Find any more juicy tidbits?" Brian asked.

Justin shook his head. "The most surprising thing is that Mr. Baggley kept coming back to Algernon's room night after night. He did that the whole time his wife was away. I think Algernon fell in love with him. He calls him Chester sometimes, and occasionally 'the master', but they sound like terms of affection more than anything else."

"That must have made it interesting when Baggley's wife returned."

"I'm just getting to that part. Here's what Algernon said the night before her return."

I fear that my time with the master is about to end. He told me tonight that his wife will return on the morrow. Chester laid with me many times tonight. I wish he would tell me his true feelings, but he is very hesitant. I don't care if he has a wife, but I need to know that he cares for me. Chester has become my whole world. I live for his visits to my room. I long for him until there is the quiet tap on my door signaling his arrival. I don't know what I will do if he does not come to my room anymore. I think I shall have to leave this house. I couldn't bear to look at him every day and know that he will never be with me again.

"Sounds like old Algie's got it bad," Brian laughed.

"It's not funny, Brian. He knew instinctively that he was gay, but Chester is his first experience, his first love. You never forget that."

"Are you talking about Algernon or yourself?"

"Both. I know how he feels."

Brian leaned over and kissed Justin's cheek. "I'm going back to 'The Wind in the Willows'. Let me know if there are any more juicy sections in the journal. Maybe we can recreate another fantasy."

Justin snorted, but he also smiled. "Raping" Brian had been incredible. He could handle another fantasy like that. Their fuck on the sofa hadn't been too shabby either. Maybe reading Algernon's diary had side benefits that he had never contemplated. He got back to his reading.

Some time later Justin fingered the final page of the journal. He had glance at the page to check that it was the final entry but he had turned the page back. He was almost afraid to read the last page. He wondered what would be on it.

"Brian," he called.

"Yeah."

"I'm at the last page of the diary. Come out here and I'll read it to you."

"Is it good?" Brian asked with a waggle of his eyebrows as he entered the kitchen.

"I don't know. I'm afraid to turn the page," Justin admitted.

"Do you expect the murderer's name to be written there?"

"No, but I' worried about what he might or might not say. I so want to solve this murder."

"Justin," Brian said patiently. "The police couldn't solve the crime back then, and almost a hundred years have passed since. You don't need to put that kind of pressure on yourself."

"You don't think I can do it, do you?"

"If anyone can, it would be you," Brian said as he sat down across the table from Justin. He laid his hand on Justin's where it rested on the table.

"Thanks," Justin said sincerely. He needed Brian's reassurances.

"Did anything much happen before this last page?" Brian asked.

"Baggley kept visiting Algernon in his room … even after Mrs. Baggley returned.

"That must have been interesting. Fucking his wife and Algernon too," Brian snorted.

"That's not what Algernon calls it. It seems like they were in love. Even though Chester never really tells Algernon that he loves him, the way Algernon describes them being together, that's sure what it sounds like."

"You're such a romantic," Brian said gently shaking his head. "I think old Chester just knew a good fuck when he found one."

"Like you knew a good fuck when you found me?" Justin questioned him.

Brian winced slightly. "That's what I tried to convince myself of for a long time, but you turned out to be … more." He gave Justin's hand a gentle squeeze.

Justin smiled. "Well, thanks for that," he said. "There do seem to be some parallels between us and them."

Brian made a face. "There's no Mrs. Kinney to complicate our relationship," Brian told him.

"It's complicated enough without a Mrs. Kinney."

"Your point?" Brian asked with tongue in cheek.

Justin ignored him. "Ready to hear the final entry?" Justin asked as he changed the subject. Brian nodded, but he kept his hand on top of Justin's, a gesture that was not lost on the younger man.

Chester left my bed a few minutes ago. He seems to think that his wife is becoming suspicious. He said he may not be able to come to me so often. He wants us to be careful. I don't know if I can do that. I seem to need to be with him every day.

I asked him if he would consider leaving his wife and coming away with me. I said we could go to another city and be happy together. He looked horrified and said that could never happen. I felt so foolish for suggesting it, and so hurt that he wouldn't even consider it. I thought he loved me, but I'm not as important as his wife and child and his position in the community. I don't know what to do.

I fear that his wife will find out. That would mean that I would have to leave. I don't want to be sent away from Chester. I love him so. Maybe if Mrs. Baggley found out and wanted a divorce, then Chester and I could be together. That's probably wishful thinking on my part, but that's what I want. That Chester and I should be together …always.

"That's it?" Brian asked.

Justin nodded. "We're no wiser than when we started," he admitted softly.

"My vote goes to Baggley for killing him. If his wife did find out, there's nothing scarier than a closeted queen. I could see him choosing his fucking wife over the butler he was fucking. He may have killed Algernon to shut him up."

"I think he loved Algernon. You didn't read all the other parts. I don't think he would kill his lover."

"Stranger things have happened," Brian told him.

"Yeah, but I can't buy that."

"Then maybe there truly was an intruder," Brian suggested.

"An intruder who stole nothing, didn't try to kidnap the daughter, and merely shot the butler in his bed."

Brian shrugged. "We always knew that it was a mystery."

"I know, but I was hoping to get closer to the truth."

"And the ghost was hoping the same," Brian laughed but it didn't sound very humorous. He had been hoping Justin might find the answer to the mystery of Algernon's death and put the fucking ghost to rest once and for all.

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