CHAPTER 19 - YOUR EYES DON’T WANT TO SEE...BUT WATCH AND LEARN, HE DOESN’T WANT YOU...HE WANTS HIM

OPERA HOUSE - WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON

STUDY

BRIAN

I had to work this morning, but we are going for another picnic in a few minutes. I was reluctant to let him take control, as I am the best at picnic preparation, but he gripped me into acquiescence in bed this morning. It seems that clasping Evelyn between those creamy, lightly furred thighs of his has built up his muscles. I could not wriggle out of his grip, not that I was trying all that hard.  

My heart sinks when my phone beeps, but it is from Justin. He has gone ahead, and I am to set off in 10 minutes.

“Where am I going, Brat?” I grumble, and then snicker as the answer comes through quickly. “Oh, okay. Bubble theme, what the hell does that mean? Such a Brat.” I mutter as I shut down my computer.

TAXI TO BRITIN - SAME TIME

MICHAEL

Uncle Vic and Ma are still being funny with me. They keep texting to each other when I am in the room, only starting to talk when I leave the room, and stopping and texting each other again when I come back. It’s fucking rude and disrespectful! So this is why I am on my way to see Brian to lay my foundations for our relationship. But when I get there, while I am pleased to see that we have security, it would be better if I was on the other side of them! From what I can gather from the asshole, he is not in and hasn’t been for a while.

“When is he coming back, then?” I demand.

“When he’s back.” He returns before sauntering off.

I roll my eyes and regret sending the taxi off, but since it’s a nice day and I have to exercise my hip, I might as well walk around here. I may pay Flaky Fairy a visit to reinforce my words from last time.

FOREST BETWEEN OPERA HOUSE AND BRITIN - HALF AN HOUR LATER

BRIAN

“You total Brat!” I call out to him as I approach our picnic venue. He waves at me before cupping his hand behind his ear and shrugging before doing a sad face. “This is...I can’t believe you have done this!” I yell at him and he grins at me and then raises the glass in his hand and takes a long sip. “Impudent little tyke!” I holler as I walk around, giving it a good look.

“What do you think?” He calls out, opening the door for me and I step inside.

“I think you have a tiny bit of exhibitionism in you!”

“Yeah, maybe!” He giggles as he hands me a glass of champagne.

“Is this actually yours or did you hire it?”

“Mine. All mine!” He does a pretty pirouette of pride.

“Come here, my little Brat.” I put my glass down and open my arms. He sinks into them and I sink my tongue down his throat. Ten hip grinding, dick throbbing minutes later, we peel ourselves away from each other, panting. “So, what’s in there?” I tap the 3 large rectangular boxes gently with my foot. “I didn’t smell any cooking.” He looks slightly sheepish and has a cute little blush staining his cheeks. “Ah, you got Ems to cater it!”

“Well I would’ve cooked except a certain someone pulled me back into bed before I could get to the kitchen.”

“Who is this person?! I demand to meet him at dawn and duel for your favour!”

“Twerp!” He titters. “Now come and see!” He drags me down to the rug and ostentatiously, but carefully, opens the first box. “Wowsers. That looks so good! Not that you need them but, oh we are so eating all of it!” He slowly lifts the two plates out of the box and puts them on the table.

“I’ll open the next one. Oh, it’s warm!”

“Warm?!” He exclaims turning back to face me and putting one of the oysters down. “Maybe we should eat that first, then?”

“Yeah, let’s see what the goodies are.” The first thing that hits us is the smell. “Definitely eating that now!” He declares pinching a fry before I can even get them out of box. “Sorry but not sorry, I love fries!”

“You are such a cheap date!” I tease him and he frowns. “What?”

“We’ve not been on a date. We’ve just happened.”

“And?”

“And nothing. I just realised it, that’s all.”

“Would you like to go on a date?”

“Are you asking me?”

“Are you accepting?”

“Yes.”

“Then pick a time and place and I will be there.”

He smiles shyly. “How romantic can I get?”

“Ridiculously.” I reply, leaning across to kiss him. “I expect to have to buy flowers.”

“Roses. I insist on roses.”

“Of course, you do. Now let’s eat before you complain your fries are cold!”

“So what are you going to call it?” He asks, finishing off his fries and looking at mine. Sighing, I give him a handful and he looks smug. “I bought it; you name it.”

“Hmm. How about the Bubble Playhouse?”

“The Bubble Playhouse? Why?”

“It’s a bubble shaped structure, you play beautiful music and we get to play in here.”

“Aren’t you a clever horny little devil?”

“Less of the little!” I growl and pin him to the rug.

OPERA HOUSE

MICHAEL

I have looked in almost every window of this overblown shed, but it is not a patch on Britin! I knock once more on the door and still nobody comes. He’s most likely cowering in a corner somewhere. As I look around the grounds, I remember that they came from the forest the last time. “Might as well have a look out there. At least, my hip is getting a work out!” I grumble and set off, feeling thwarted in my quest...I hate feeling thwarted!

I have to admit though, it is nice here. It would be excellent for role playing, both as Superheroes and with Studly boyfriends. My mind wanders to the vision that Brian is in his gym gear. I was so pissed when I found out that they were all naked when they went to the sauna. Tits and snatch, well fake tits in Chyna’s case, I don’t want to see. But it would’ve been great to see what I plan to be fucked with for the rest of my life!

THE BUBBLE PLAYHOUSE

BRIAN

I don’t know how we manage to get naked so quickly. But naked we are! And the feel of the rug against my skin while we’re in the middle of a tongue fucking scorching kiss is so fucking hot!

“Hang on a sec.” He whispers and reaches for the oyster tray. “Yes?”

“Definitely?” I purr and wait for him to slide it down his throat, thinking he will feed me mine. But no, he lowers his head and some of the juice slides into my mouth and is then followed by the oyster. It is the most erotic thing I have done with an oyster in my life. I swiftly turn us over to reciprocate and then when we’ve finished them, I make him squeal when I drop a handful of ice on his heated chest.

“Hey! Warm that up!” He demands, wriggling to get the pieces off of him. But I pin his hands above his head with one hand and press his stomach to still him with the other. “Cold.” He pouts.

“You’ll heat up. Do not move your hands.”

“Fine but if I get pneumonia...ooh.” He gasps as I start to suck the first piece from the dip in his neck and he moans quietly then squirms as I slowly get him ice-free.

I take another handful and scoot further down his body. Holding it above his throbbing cock, I wait and watch his eyes go smoky; then he nods.

“Oh Christ!” He gasps and slams his hands back down.

I laugh and lower my head to warm his cock before I beg him to fuck the hell out of me!

MICHAEL

The more I think about Brian in the sauna, the harder I am getting. I look around and can’t see anyone, but just to be on the safe side I head further in. I find a good spot and pull my jeans down to my knees and that is followed by my boxers. I hate wearing boxers, but I can’t have anything too close to my hips. Well back to the matter in hand...or it will be in hand in a second! I take my balls in my hand and roll them around for a minute. It feels so good, but I bet that Brian does it better. Those large hands and long fingers wrapped around me, and his tongue deep in my mouth, having just finished rimming me. My cock starts to twitch and jump in his hand. “Oh Brian!” I moan as I lean back against the tree and reach behind myself. Just as I reach my hole, I hear something. I freeze and listen again, but there is silence. I shuffle further into the woods and after making sure I can’t be seen, I start again.

“Yes, oh yes! Don’t stop doing that!” My eyes fly open as that is Brian’s voice!

“You like that?!” I call out.

“Yes, keep going. So hot, oh so hot!”

I knew it! I knew he was into me!

“What do you want me to do now?!” I yell as I press my hole and roll my balls.

“Come! Come on!”

“Where are you?!” I almost scream with frustration as I try to calm down. I yank off my jeans and boxers and run to where I think his voice is coming from. Then I see a structure of some sort and smile. “Only you could think of this!” I call out.

“Fuck, come on! Come on!”

As I stride towards the dome, taking off my shirt, I freeze and my hard on dies...for there on the ground with his ass up high is Brian! But he is being ploughed by the Flaky Fairy! I watch, sickened, as he wrenches Brian’s head back and almost deep throats him with that disgusting tongue of his! I stumble backwards, jarring my hip again which takes my breath away with the pain...This is not how or why I wanted to be fucking panting! I slowly edge my way backwards on my hands and knees into the protection of the forest then I hobble to where I left my clothes and quickly get dressed.

“OH FUCK YES! YES!” Brian roars.

“BRIAN! OH GOD, BRIAN!” Flaky screams and I feel sick to my stomach.

“Asshole! You fucking flaky fairy asshole!” I shout over my shoulder and limp back towards the road.

BUBBLE PLAYHOUSE - 90 MINUTES LATER

JUSTIN

I am so glad I brought the blanket. I look down at Brian and chuckle at his wheeze as he dozes. Jostling him gently, he opens his eyes. “Getting chilly, let’s go back.” He blinks owlishly at me and nods. “My turn to set the bath, okay?”

“Mmmm.” He sits up and then sighs before looking back at me with his eyebrows raised. “I can’t believe you put hickeys there!”

“Oops.”

“I’ll give you ooops, Brat!” He stands up and holds out his hand and hauls me upright. “No more hickeys down there.”

“No hickeys. I promise. What about love bites?” I look innocently up at him.

“Only where you and I can see them.” He brushes my lips gently.

“Okay. Same for you.”

“Lie back down, Brat!” He orders and giggling, I do so. Ten minutes later, he releases my nipple. My chest is covered in love bites and now...goosebumps. “Yeah, we definitely need to go now. I am not having you bitch about me giving you a cold.”

“Forget the bath, we need a nice hot shower!” I declare, shivering slightly as we quickly tidy up. “Let’s go!”

BRIAN

As we run towards the house, I see something on the ground and pick it up, calling him back.

“What you got there?” He asks. “Where’d you find that?”

“Here. Just here. Isn’t it yours?”

“No, I never came this way.” He looks closely at it. “Oh my god, drop that right now!” I do as I’m told. “I know where I have seen that tee before…” His face is a mixture of smugness and disgust as he takes a stick to pick up the offending article before he drops it in with the rubbish from the picnic and scrunches the bag up really well. “It belongs to Michael. And I can’t wait to give it back to him!”

“You don’t think…”

“Oh I hope so, I really hope so! Because I don’t know about you, but that was one fuck of a show to feel, let alone for your boyfriend to watch!”