THE RAW OCCASION...

JUSTIN’S TOWNHOUSE - SIX WEEKS LATER, EVENING

JUSTIN

I have just brought him upstairs despite him having a key now. Dad was most pleased when I called him to get Brian added to the keyholders list! Mom was on the phone to Nonna within seconds of me telling her, but, in her excitement, she forgot that I speak Italian! When she started to mention wedding bells, Dad had to almost carry me out of the house, but he promised he would calm her down.

“So, what did you cook?” He asks once he lets me breathe, then recover from that cock-dripping kiss. I take a few steps back and he looks smug.

“Arrogant nutter!” I grouse with a smile. “As for cooking, I didn’t. Emmett said we have better things to focus on this evening and sent over dinner.”

“Oh Christ, it will be all over The Avenue by morning!”

“And that is a problem for you?” I frown.

“That everyone knows we are doing it raw, no. But having them gossip about how we are doing it raw, yes.”

“Good answer, I think.”

“This is our business and nobody else’s. And I would rather it is kept that way.”

I blow a kiss at him. “So are you nervous?”

“Fucking terrified!” He admits grinning. “I think it will be the quickest I will ever cum since I saw Patrick Swayze with his shirt off!”

“I have been taking cold showers all week!” I giggle. “And when you wore the Zenga with the oxblood shirt and black and red striped tie...an ice bath!”

“The baby blue suede tee shirt and grey dress pants were hot, but when you bent over the easel, let’s just say I had to do some serious tit staring. Luckily, Cyn took one for you!”

“Want to eat first?”

“Mmmm. What did Emmett send?”

“The duck empanadas and the granita.” He looks surprised. “What?”

“That’s all we’re having? And you’re fine with it?”

“Yes.” He looks sceptical. “I have been doing some research, you know how detail oriented I am? It has been said that because of the intensity of the sensation of skin against hot ass walls and those oh-so-sensitive bundle of nerves, there is a high possibility that...am I boring you?!” I exclaim as Brian’s eyes glaze over.

“On the contrary, keep going…” He whispers, pulling me towards him then cupping my butt.

“Um...where was I?” I swallow hard as he slowly starts to roll his hips.

“Sensitive bundle of nerves and a high possibility that…” He breathes and tilts my chin up so we are staring into each other’s eyes.

“The resulting explosion causes a soul shredding, spine tingling, brain numbing endorphin release that…” His eyes begin to flutter and I can feel myself throbbing against his thigh, much like he is throbbing against my abs. “...renders the recipient...oh...ah...gnnnh!” I yelp and clutch his arms as I ride out my storm.

“God yes!” He shudders and grabs my ass before leaning us both against the counter. “I can safely say that that was the hottest PSA announcement ever!” He pants, then laughs into my neck.

“PSA?” I mumble into his shoulder and he jostles me a little. “Oh, public service announcement, brain’s a little fried.”

“And I am no longer nervous or terrified.” He chuckles before peeling away from me, but falters slightly when he heads to get a glass of water. I frown as he is waving me further away from him. “Seriously, where is that smart artist I am in love with?”

“Happily waiting for the blood to flow back to his head and legs.” I blink at him. “I take it you want me to set the shower, now I can finally stand without using the counter as a lean-to?”

“Welcome back.” He chortles and frowns then smiles at my weak attempt at poking my tongue out. “Remember what happened the last time you did that?” He leers at me. “Can you imagine how that would feel without…”

“Setting the shower with tongue firmly in!” I call over my shoulder and rush to the bathroom with him hot on my heels.

WOODY’S - TEN MINUTES LATER

EMMETT

I join Ted and Ben in the booth with the champagne and, with permission of Triple B and Tigger, a shot each from their bottle. “So you reckon tonight’s the night?” Ben laughs and checks out the crowd.

“Oh, I know so. Tigger asked me to provide dinner as he was too nervous to cook!”

“What on earth has he got to be nervous about?!” Ted grumbles.

“What’s eating you, Gilbert Grump?” I bump his shoulder. “Or not eating you more accurately. When is he back?”

“Sunday evening.” He sighs mournfully. “It’s not the sex, well not just the sex, but the company. And I have to admit to being a little jealous.”

“Of Justin?!” I almost scream.

“Yes and no; the no is not because of that for Justin, it’s the whole blonde thing. Mom adores Blake, and everyone adores both him and Justin. I’m put out that she wanted Blake to look after her and not me.”

“Aww.” Ben puts his arm around Ted's shoulders. “But didn’t you say that she had a personal issue too?” Ted nods. “Well then, I should imagine that it is not something she would want to talk to you about. And with Blake being a counsellor, she could rely on either his discretion or ability to tell you without it being embarrassing for her, if you were to ask.”

“I didn’t think of it like that. Thanks, Ben, you should seriously consider counselling too. You have this uncanny ability to put things in perspective.”

“Speaking of counselling, how is it going?” I question Ted and Ben looks worried and puzzled. “Oh no, he’s not getting counselling, I mean the changes to that place.”

“Oh, I see!” He immediately relaxes and grins. “Brian did say what he was changing it to, but never gave details. And with Kinnetic being so busy and the book and university, we’ve hardly had a minute to sit down and talk properly. Luckily Mel has been taking the strain with the book. It helps that we have two and a half very exacting editors.”

“Ah now, I have been meaning to ask about that. How is it going?” I smile at Granger as he leans against the booth. “And how do you have two and a half editors?”

“Gus is one, in fact he is chief editor and namer of animals. Uncle Vic is second editor and, obviously, proofreader; and then there's, Jenny. She is chief colour inner and the half.” Ben explains.

“Well, if you need any help, let me know. Majored in English.”

“Thanks, we will.” Ben tilts his shot glass at him and Granger rejoins his friends.

“And by we, he means you.” Ted nudges him waggling his eyebrows.

“No he doesn't.” He protests, even though he has been casting looks at the back end of Granger for most of the evening!

OUTSIDE MICHAEL’S OLD SHOP - 5 MINUTES LATER

MICHAEL

“Lost and Found, what kind of crappy name is that for a comic book store?!” I scoff as I look at the new sign. “Might be able to draw, but has no imagination.” I mutter and try to hail a cab, but as usual they all suddenly turn their lights off, and those that do stop only do so to say they don’t allow funky shit in their vehicles!

I can’t believe what has happened over the last few weeks. We’ve finally found a place that Ma likes, close enough to where they are, which did not breach that fucking restraining order, in Mount Lebanon. It’s nice enough I suppose and it’s away from those hags.

And, speaking of houses, I think I will go and see what he’s done with the old house. I’ll bet it’s spectacular. If only we could figure out a way to buy it without him knowing! Maybe we could get Lindsay to buy it for us, once the case is thrown out and we find her of course!

I whistle to myself, feeling pleased with this plan, it doesn’t take long to get there, but when I arrive there is nothing. I am staring at an empty space where the house once stood! For a few seconds, I can’t actually breathe I am so stunned. It’s as if he wants to remove all traces of us off The Avenue...wait till Ma hears about this! I take a photo as proof before I rush back to my, his stupidly named store, and take a picture of that too. Ma will sort this out, like she sorts everything out for me!

WOODY’S - 30 MINUTES LATER

TED

Ems and I exchanged looks when Granger and Ben exchanged numbers! Ben blustering that he was only doing it because of the book offer was summarily dismissed as bullshit! Turns out that Ems had - being the romantic maven that he is - always suspected that Granger held a tiny torch for Ben. He even offered to take him to Meathook to beat some sense into him at the height of his pomposity and indentured Novotonitude!

“So are we going to get another drink or…” I trail off and Woody’s goes quiet as Michael has walked in.

“Where is Brian?!” He demands, striding up to us. “We need to discuss the shit that he’s done and allowed to be done to the house! Ma won’t be happy!” He looks at us as if we’re really going to answer that question and then looks at the time. “Of course, he’s fucking in Babylon right now! Well, I will…”

“You will not. Nobody is taking your money, remember?” I curl my lip at him. “And I do believe Ems has already told you who the only person that he will be fucking and sucking is...you almost cried as I recall. Right, Ems?”

“Yes, Teddy, he almost did. Pathetic really. So, even if they are there, together, you won't get in...your money is…”

“Everyone has their price!” He snipes.

“Including your Mother!” Ems bats back and a smattering of applause follows, so he raises his flute in acknowledgement.

“You know nothing about the circumstance of that, Honeycutt!” He sneers and then his face falls when Ems smiles. “What are you smiling about? Normally that elicits shrewish sniping!”

“Ben’s here, so you can’t be.” He indicates behind Michael as Ben comes out of the bathroom. “Within 10 miles I believe, so you won’t be going to Babylon either!” He looks around the bar. “So, who’s going to call first?!”

He turns heel and runs out just as virtually everyone picks up their phone.

LIBERTY AVENUE

MICHAEL

I took the first bus I could see. Sinking into the seat, I try to get my breath back. I look at the photos and then send them to Ma. It doesn’t take her long to call me. “I am telling you, Ma, that’s what it is now!” I bitch. “Of course I was looking at the right house, I lived there long enough! No, I am not opening up a mouth but...alright, alright, I’m sorry. But look what he’s doing to our, your legacy, our history. Look what he’s doing!” I can feel tears forming and my throat starts to close up. “Look, I will be there soon. I had to leave because fucking Ben is in town!” I hang up and rest my head against the window and feel relieved that the bus is going the right way. Finally, something good is happening to me!

JUSTIN’S TOWNHOUSE - SAME TIME

MASTER BEDROOM

JUSTIN

We had a long and luxurious shower, taking our time between kisses, to make sure that we are squeaky clean. “I was wrong.” He husks against my lips then turns around. “I am a bit nervous...”

“That?” I murmur as I soap his butt and slide my fingers slowly between his cheeks eliciting a low purr of appreciation.

“That my legendary recovery period will desert me. Oh, do that again!” He keens.

“Since you begged so nicely.” I press again, and his breath quickens. “But before you get too carried away, I got something to mark this rawspicious occasion with, something to remember it by.” He steps away from my wandering fingers and turns around with laughter dancing in his lust blown beautiful green eyes. “Rawspicious...too horny-corny?”

“I will let you off. So what is it?”

“Come on, don’t dry yourself too much, it needs to be applied to damp skin.”

“Justin, what are you…” I stop his question with a kiss.

“Get out, please, and I will meet you in the bedroom.”

MASTER BEDROOM

BRIAN

I just love this room. It is so soothing and sexy at the same time. At first I thought the greyness of it all would be a bit cold, but then I slept in that bed, and I mean actually slept...alone, as he wanted to work on his parents’ painting, I didn’t feel him get in, when I woke up and he was spooned behind me.

I reach for my phone and take a picture. The 2nd floor loft bedroom needs redoing, and I think an amalgamation of our styles would work.

“What are you doing?” He asks, coming in with vey fancily wrapped box and a large furry blanket.

“Nothing that can’t wait until tomorrow to discuss, what you got in that then?”

He runs his finger down my arm and nods approvingly. “Let’s discuss this on the bed, but first, we put this down.” He waves the blanket at me, and I saunter towards it, giving him my other best view. He takes a minute to join me, and when he does his eyes are lambent with desire. “M...maybe we should do this tomorrow too?”

“Hell no, follow through my little Tigger, follow through.” I murmur as I stroke his cupid’s bow, and my breath catches as he sucks my thumb into the heat of his mouth. I take my time, sliding it back out again. “Justin…” I prompt him as he has gone still. The only movement is a slow swallow followed by a savouring blink as if he’s trying to preserve the memory.

“Oh, the blanket.” We put it over the bed, and he indicates I should sit in the middle, then he hands me a box. “Open it.”

I take it and unwrap it slowly and look at it then at him. “Oud and Tuberose essential oil massage oil?” I gasp and he starts to smile, then he takes it out of my hands and opens it.

“Sniff.”

“Oh, that smells gorgeous.” I take it off him and sniff again, then am somewhat bereft when he manages to takes it off me. I feel much better when he kisses me into a reclining position.

“Lengthways.” He murmurs against my lips, and his eyes flash as I slowly start to get into position. “No…on your back first.” When I am situated, he sits astride my hips and carefully aligns our cocks. “So, I am going to start on your neck and all the way to your elegant feet, then you will turn over and I shall go from the bottom all the way back up. Is that okay with you?” I am too turned on to do anything but nod.

For 15 sensual minutes there is no sound apart from our breathing, the occasional kiss, and my moans. “Turn over.” He nips my lobe after that edict, and we both almost lose it when, in turning, our straining cocks clash like swords, we go still so we can calm down. “Oh God, you look and smell so good!” He mutters from the bottom of the bed.

“Justin…” I gasp as he starts to massage my toes, then my ankles, before moving up my calves. When he kneads and strokes my thighs, I bite my lip and jerk slightly as I feel his pre-cum leaving a trail as he moves oh-so-slowly towards my ass. “...can you stop a sec?” I groan.

“Oh, thank God!” He rests his head in the middle of my back. “You need to give Cyn a pay rise.”

“Hell yeah!” I snort.

“Ready?”

“Uh huh.” I rest my head on my arms and he starts again. I am oh-so-thankful that he bypasses my ass and starts on the base of my spine. His fingers are gentle, but firm, as he releases the tension there. As his hands sweep up my back, I can’t help but lift my ass. “You have missed a spot.” I gripe.

“Coming back to that.” Is his only response, and then he tugs on my arm. “Need to do these too.” I am soon almost boneless as he gently pummels my body into submission.

“Oh, Christ!” He gasps, and stops just as his fingers ghost the top of my ass. I can feel him dripping onto my thighs, which of their own volition, begin to spread.

“Come here.” I order. He is instantly by my side, and I pull him into a deep and sexy kiss. “I want you to last and…”

“Me!” He looks astonished and then slowly begins to give me his sunshine smile. “You meant it.”

“I insist. Remember?” He nods and takes a couple of steadying breaths. “Make me feel good, Tigger, make me feel good.”

He slides out of my arms, and I resume my position. I try not to let the other head get swollen as I hear him quietly praising my ass...so firm and cute...the tips of his fingers just brush against my skin, and he leaves such a trail of fire that I have to bite down hard on a pillow. My head almost snaps off my neck when his repeats the brushing between my cheeks thing he did in the shower. Judging by his sexy chortle, whatever I just said made no sense! As his hands deftly stroke and knead my globes, I feel myself pushing upwards...and I can’t bear it anymore! I am about to say something when I feel him nudge my legs wider and slowly spread my cheeks.

“Will try…” He whispers, but my response is silenced as he enters and bottoms out in a single thrust. “Uh!” He cries then goes still...the world goes still. “You feel...oh you feel!” I slowly clench and there is a kind of squeak/growl noise, then his hands are pulling my hips up higher. I rest my head on my wrists and he starts to move. Slowly. Deeply. Lovingly. “You feel hotter than the sun!”

“Oh, Jesus. There. Right. There.” I demand and he rocks into me, not missing my hot spot once. “I can’t wait to...fucccckkkkk!!!!” I scream as he tilts and hits then jerks my cock...naturally I explode!

“HOLYMOTHERFUCKLOVEADUCK!” He bellows, I twist and gasp as he pumps his seed into me. I see stars, lightening, and nirvana!

Five minutes later, I am raring to go again, but when look over my shoulder I see a wide eyed Justin. “Hey, you okay?”

“I bny ty fbifge.”

“Was that a yes or a no?”

“Yeth.”

“Yeth?”

“I bit my tongue.” He mumbles and I stifle my laugh.

“Just so you know, a mouthguard is not sexy, but I will get one for you if it stops you from biting that luscious tongue of yours. However, I have a quest...oh God!” I declare as he withdraws as it is the most exquisite feeling in the world. My hole is still quivering for a good minute afterwards. I feel him moving, albeit slowly, up the bed, then he flops down next to me. “Do you think you will make it to the shower, or should we just curl up in this and go to sleep?”

“But Bear, I have a bottle of post rawspicious occasion salted caramel shower gel in the bathroom...” He mumbles as he starts to drift off, gently, I brush his sweaty hair off his face.

“Which we will use tomorrow. Come here Tigger…” I tug on his arm and turn on my side. “...come cuddle with your Bear.”

“Mine always.” He mumbles into my neck and soon we are both deep asleep.