CHAPTER 25 - REALISATION...FONDUE FUCK AT THE OPERA AND THE SUNSHINE STATE

MICHAEL

I slowly sit up and eye him carefully. “What do you mean?”

“I think she needs to be brought down a peg or two, and after giving him the opening song, without even consulting me! Me! I am in the lead in this! Even in that hideous outfit, I am the lead!”

“Still not seeing it.”

He leans back in his seat. “Big Q, the rumours abound are that you set that up.”

“I didn’t. I fell over and they clearly believed me or they wouldn’t have paid out.” I retort.

“Paying out is one thing. Believing is another.” Shifting slightly forward he smiles at me. “I hear they are also doing an audit.”

“So I heard.” I reply in a bored tone.

“You’d have to pay it back if they can prove you faked it. You could even go to jail for fraud.”

I level my gaze at him. “As I said I fell over and…”

“If you say so. Mind you, these slew of accidents you keep having give some credence to it, I suppose. Well, I’ll be heading back to my hotel. Hopefully, your balls will have dropped by the next class.”

ETHAN

As I go to find a taxi, I think about what I have just said to him. I have been doing a lot of checking and chatting now that I am a semi-permanent resident. I have even started to look at apartments. Even if he doesn’t do this perhaps I can tap him for some pocket change.

DREW BOYD’S HOUSE - EVENING

GAMES ROOM

DREW

“Oh God! Yes!” I groan, and grab the sides of the pool table as he does wonderful things to my cock with his mouth. “Em...Ems!” I gasp in warning as my balls draw up. “Fuuuuccckkkk!”

“I take it that met with your satisfaction?” He chuckles as he clambers up the table.

“I’ll say!” I pant and pull him down for a kiss. “That was exquisite. How about we go and have a shower and...what? What’s that frown for?”

“Why did Ethan go with Michael?”

“Seriously, you are thinking of those two right now?” I get up on my elbows.

“Something is not right, not right at all.” He gets up and his cute tushy jiggles as he heads to our hastily thrown about clothes. “Do you know what happened to my phone?”

“By the trophies.” I sit up properly and watch him scrolling through his phone. “What is wrong?”

“I’ve been hearing things.” He tells me, not looking up.

“Like what?” I prompt but he’s concentrating on his phone. “Ems? Like what?”

He looks up at me.  “He’s been asking a few questions.”

“Who has and what about?” Again with the scrolling. “Ems, can you concentrate on what I am asking you?” I demand impatiently.

“Sorry, Drewsie. Right. Ethan has been skulking about asking questions. They just seemed to be general getting to know the place and people questions. But then he started to ask about Chyna and Sade.”

“Why?”

“That’s what I want to know. Tinklebell said he was asking about how long she’s had Babylon, that kind of thing. You know about Michael and his accident, right?” I nod and roll my eyes. “I have a horrible feeling that they could be planning something at either Babylon or the studio.”

“Where on earth have you got that from?” I ask putting my arms around him.

“Michael was one of my dearest friends, but I didn't trust him as far as I could throw him. He’s lazy and arrogant. He thinks he can get Brian after all. He’s very good at the little that he does.”

“Do you know how much he got from the Big Q?” I ask, leading him to the showers when I spot the goosebumps.

“He told us an amount, but Vic said it was much more than what he said.”

“So the accident was about three years ago, right?” He nods. “It has to be running out soon.”

“Oh no, as long as he lives with Vic and Debs he…” He pauses and gives me a sweet tongue filled kiss. “You, sir, are a genius. Vic is throwing him out.”

“And this makes me a genius how? Not that I don’t share the sentiment, but how?” I pull him under the water.

“Vic also said that he’s paid Debs back all he owes and had set up the mandate for the rent, but has since cancelled it.”

“Why hasn’t Vic said anything?”

“Like I said, he’s arrogant and most likely thinks that Vic hasn’t noticed. As long as he keeps his nose relatively clean and is seen to be towing the line…”

“Wow. Now enough about him. Let’s play a little game called reciprocation…”

ROOF, OPERA HOUSE - SAME TIME

JUSTIN

“I am not sulking!” I yell at his retreating back but he merely shrugs and keeps walking. “I am not!” After five minutes, he’s not returned and I’m getting a little cold...and have to reluctantly admit that I am sulking. Getting up, I head downstairs to locate and apologise to Brian, only to find him coming up the stairs. “What’s that?” I point at the single glass in his hand.

“Red wine.” He replies, moving past me with it. “Yours is downstairs, still in the bottle, when you have quite finished sulking.”

“I’m sorry!” I call once again to his retreating back. “But I was really looking forward to dinner, and…”

“They had a flood which was not my fault, but you took it out on me.” His voice is full of censure and hurt. “I was disappointed too, or didn’t you think that?”

Sighing as I have yet again allowed my brattiness to get in the way of a perfectly good, if a little disappointing evening, I head downstairs to get my wine. As I pour my glass, I look at my phone and resolve to fix this. Twenty minutes later I am on the roof and while he doesn’t say anything to me, he also doesn’t leave.

“Are you expecting anyone?” I point at the approaching lights.

“No. Who would be coming here at this time of night?”

“Why don’t you go and check?”

“This is your house. You check.” He replies shortly.

“Brian? Would you please go and check who it is?”

“For fuck sake, what did your last one die of?!” He growls but does go downstairs, I hear the door opening and then him talking to the guy I called. “Justin? Can you come down here a minute?”

“Can you let him up please?”

“As he said, can you go up please?” As they join me on the roof he frowns. “And he is here because?”

“I’ve never done it before, and I have always wanted to.” I explain, and the guy takes off his jacket and Brian’s eyes widen. “It’s schmaltzy, I know, but I’ve always, and I mean always, wanted fondue.”

“Fondue?” He gapes at me and then looks at his watch. “Justin…”

“You can have most of the fruit, please let me say sorry. Please?” He doesn’t say anything but just stares at me and then the guy. “Can he plate up?”

“Yes, he can plate up.” He sighs. “I will jog in the morning, nice and early, and you will come with me!”

I start to relax, and soon the guy has gone, apologising for it not being the greatest set up as he didn’t have much notice. “This is what he does when it’s a bad job?” I murmur as I take in the feast between us.

“Oh, blackberries! I love them!” Brian exclaims and pops one in his mouth. “That is a lot of chocolate you are going to be eating. You won’t be able to do that, I think some should stay in the fridge for…”

“...you to spread on your hazelnut bread when you get home.” I finish off for him and try not to smirk when he goes red.

“You are supposed to be apologising.” He points out. “And my lips are over here.”

“Hang on!” I cry and rush to the stairs.

“Walk! And bring the pillows too!” He calls out.

“Okay!” I yell back and by the time I come back he’s opened up the sofa bed and the tray is in the middle by the foot of the bed...he is also very naked!

“I thought…” I begin as I come up to him.

“Start apologising. I suggest you begin with my raspberry stained lips.” He orders huskily, and I fall on his mouth, plunging my tongue inside...and he does taste of raspberries, raspberries and red wine. I lift my head and look into his eyes. “Have you stopped sulking and are you sorry?”

“Yes and yes. Now let me feed you.”

“Uh naked here. The fruit can...Justin!” He gasps as I drip some sauce into his belly button and follow that up with a blackberry. I hold it against his lips, and watch, mesmerised, as he slowly sucks it in his mouth. “Mango, please.” I dip it in the sauce, and hold it between my teeth, we bite and slurp until once again our lips meet in a torrid kiss. He starts to tug at my clothes, as I had quite forgotten I am still dressed.

“Hang on.” I pant batting his hands away. “Move the tray.” I order, yanking my clothes off rapidly. There is a crash as parts of the tray hits the floor and he looks heatedly and impishly at me with a raised an eyebrow. “Not quite what I meant, but effective. Now come here!” I order. He sits up and tugs me into his arms, crashing his mouth down onto mine and kissing me senseless. As quickly as he started kissing me, he stops and flips me over, then kisses a hot trail down my back. “Br…” I gasp trying to squirm from underneath him. “Wait. Shouldn’t…” I begin to protest weakly as he parts my cheeks and suddenly I feel something that most definitely is not his tongue at my hole. “Brian!” I squeak and try to see what he’s doing.

“Eyes front.” He growls. “This is what happens when brats sulk and then say they are not sulking.”

I know he won’t hurt me, so I resign myself to my fate and lie down flat. He puts the pillows under my hips and brushes whatever that is against my pucker. “Wh...oh! Oh! Mmm!” I mewl as he interchanges fruit with his tongue. Soon I am grinding against the pillows, my cock is throbbing. “I’m going to…” I groan out. “Fuck me! Please, just fuck me! I need to come with you inside me!”

“You’re so lucky that’s what I want to do too!” He snarls in my ear and he almost knocks the air out of my lungs as he thrusts inside. “Fuck! Fuck!” He yells as his hips piston and he grabs a handful of my hair. “How close?” He demands sucking hard on my neck, I know it is going to leave a mark but I don’t care.

“Oh...I’m..! I’m…! Oh I...!” I scream and he holds my hips absolutely still and stops. “BRIAN!” I yell, and then he thrusts hard and I explode and he follows soon after shouting my name. I tumble off the pillows so strong are the aftershocks and can feel the build up of my second orgasm. “Oh God!” I yelp as that hits me but mercifully not as hard.

“Fudgnucking!” He grips my sides and jerks twice; then he goes still and quiet.

“Are you okay?” I call over my shoulder and at first I think he’s fainted or something but he slowly starts to move off of me. “Brian?”

“Hmmm.” He kisses my shoulder and slowly and gently withdraws, then dispenses with the condom. “More than okay. How about you?” I sit up as he flops backwards and takes in some more air. “Come here.” He beckons me to him. I snuggle up to his side, my head resting on his shoulder and my arm thrown across his waist, while his arm holds me tightly to him.  I decide that this is my favorite place in the world, and wish with all my heart that we never had to get up.

“I’m sorry,” I tell him again. “I know I acted like a spoiled brat earlier, and I took my disappointment out on you which wasn't fair.  I was looking forward to a fun night out, and when it didn't happen….but no matter my reasons, it shouldn't have happened.”

“I know, Sunshine. I was looking forward to it too, but you have to admit, we improvised pretty well.  I don't think the restaurant staff could have given us service this good, even if they are one of the top five restaurants in all of Pittsburgh. I think you have them beaten in friendliness, not to mention attentiveness.”

I playfully swat his chest and lean back slightly so that I can look into his beautiful eyes.  Not surprisingly, he has that tongue in cheek smile that makes my heart flutter. “So, I take it that my attempt to make it up to you was a success?”

“It was!” His smile lights up his entire face. “Why don't I prove again just how successful it was?” Once again the fruit and fondue were completely forgotten.

VIC AND DEBS’S HOUSE - MONDAY MORNING

KITCHEN

VIC

I look at the nephew I thought I knew and wonder where he’s gone. As he limps in he smiles at me, I don’t smile back.

“What’s wrong now?” He sighs, adding a tremble to his act as he reaches for the kettle. He looks over at me when I don’t answer. Oh how hard he fights not to roll his eyes. “Where’s Ma?” He tries a different tack.

“Here.” She calls as she comes down the stairs, bumping along the way down.

“What are you doing, Ma?”

“Going to Florida for a couple of weeks.” She puts the cases down.

“I didn’t know that. When did you decide that?” I notice he’s no longer trembling.

“Saturday. We can’t wait can we, Vic?”

“I am looking forward to the sunshine I must admit. Yes, it’s summer in the Pitts but Florida sunshine is good all year around. It will be good for us.”

“You’re going as well?” He looks positively delighted.

“Yes, like I said we all are.”

His face falls in confusion. “We are? Why?”

“I’ve got a doctor friend that I’d like to have a look at you. After all these accidents you’ve had, I worry about you.”

“No, Uncle Vic, I’m fine, it’s just me being…”

“Oh no Michael. I insist, and you know how I always get my way.”