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Ooooooo - more sex and challenges and plotty goodness! This chapter's so chock full of good stuff you'll probably need smelling salts to revive you after reading it! Enjoy, folks! TAG

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Chapter 53 - Eat Me! (Sunday, August 7th, Continued).



Brian finally found Ted out on the patio talking to one of the servants. Although they were always masked, you could still tell who was who, and Brian was pretty sure the guy with Ted was new. There was something about him that looked familiar though. Brian couldn’t quite place the guy, but that didn’t mean much since there was only a small portion of the man’s face visible. Brian didn’t usually bother remembering names, but he rarely forgot a face - wherever he knew this guy from, it would come to him eventually.


“Theodore,” Brian called out authoritatively as he neared the pair. “We’ve got a problem and I need you to solve it.”


“That’s not a great way to start out a conversation, Brian,” Ted replied warily. “What’s up?”


“Someone destroyed Justin’s sketchbooks.” Brian held up the mangled wire bindings and the few scraps of paper still remaining as evidence. “Justin found what was left of them in the john - the sketches had been torn to shreds, pissed on and then flushed down the toilet. Basically, his entire summer’s worth of work is gone.” Brian explained, his voice harsh and accusing. “We suspect it was Daniel, of course, but he’s not talking. No surprise there. So, I was wondering if you could look through your video files from this morning. This all happened in the half-bath on the main floor sometime this morning before the Challenges started. I assume that you still have that video, right? So all we need to do is look through the files, catch him in the act and then you should have all the proof you need to kick his ass out.”


“Great idea, Brian,” Ted responded, but also shaking his head in a way that wasn’t at all heartening. “The only problem is that we don’t have cameras in the toilets.”


“What? I thought you said up front that we were always on camera around here. That was the whole fucking point I thought. All sex all the time . . . You know you could have told us that earlier, Theodore. Before I spent the last three months trying to look sexy while I was taking a dump every morning.” Brian wasn’t sure if he was pissed off or relieved at this disclosure.


“Sorry, Brian. I thought everyone knew that,” Ted apologized, trying to sound sincere while smiling at the idea of his friend trying to exude sex appeal while sitting on the toilet. “But, outside a couple of scat queens, nobody really wants to watch you taking a shit. Sorry. Not even Brian Kinney could make that sexy, I don’t think. So, no, we don’t have cameras in the toilet areas. The showers, yeah. But not the johns. So I don’t think I can help you pin the destruction of Justin’s sketchbooks on Daniel.”


“Fuck . . . Well, what about outside the johns, though. You do have cameras in the hall and the main room. If Daniel took the sketchbooks into the john with him we’ll see that on the tape at least. That should be enough proof that he was responsible for them being destroyed, right?” Brian was practically begging his friend for his help and Ted found that fact, in itself, telling.


“Of course. I’d be more than happy to find something to let me get rid of Daniel. If we can find him on tape with the sketchbooks in hand, that would be more than enough proof for me,” Ted was already nodding as he turned towards the house. “Come on. Dino here can help us. He’s Campbell’s replacement and I was just going to walk him through the Residence’s security measures one more time anyway. I’m going to have to beef things up a bit considering Michael’s impromptu visit, you know. Don’t want any more unwelcome visitors.”


“Thanks, Theodore. I’m not much in the mood for any more visitors like that either,” Brian ambled along beside Ted as they all headed over to the computers set up on the far side of the Greatroom.


“Dino, why don’t you go ahead and log in and pull up the morning’s archives,” Ted directed his  new head of security.


While Dino was doing that, Ted and Brian continued to talk about Michael’s recent visit and the additional security measures that Ted was considering as a result. Neither of them were paying much attention while the video feed was cueing up and then racing fast-forward through several uneventful hours in the early morning. Then, after about eight am, the room shown on the video files began to get crowded and the bathroom they'd been focusing on started to get busy. Several people were seen going in and out - both staff and contestants. Some of the staff had bags or other items in their hands that could have easily concealed the sketchbooks. And, although the contestants were all naked, even they would sometimes be carrying stuff that might have been bulky enough to hide the books in question. It was definitely starting to look like less of a slam dunk proving Daniel was their culprit with this video.


Brian and Ted were busy arguing over that issue and just how much evidence would be enough to oust their problem contestant when Daniel himself finally appeared on the screen. Dino looked up and noted that neither his boss nor Kinney were paying any attention. Which meant they probably hadn't noticed that when Daniel had first come up the stairs into the Greatroom you could just see the edge of something book-shaped peeking out from underneath the towel he was carrying. Dino thought about it briefly, but decided he wasn't really inclined to bring that particular detail to their attention. He waited a couple more frames, watching as Daniel adjusted the towel so it more completely covered whatever he was trying to hide, before saying anything to his boss.


"This your guy, Mr. Schmidt?" Dino finally spoke up, pointing to the computer monitor. "He's got a towel in his hands . . ."


Both Brian and Ted leaned in and carefully scrutinized every single inch of every frame from that moment on. However Daniel did a pretty good job at keeping his back to the camera and, even when he didn’t, the towel he was carrying concealed whatever else he might be carrying. Brian cursed and Ted sighed. There was nothing there at all that they could use to prove Daniel was the one who’d trashed those sketchbooks.


“Fucking shit! There’s NOTHING!” Brian slammed the side of his fist onto the table next to the computer. “Damn it! I thought we had him finally.”


“Sorry, Brian,” Ted was almost as disappointed. Daniel had been causing way too many problems for him and he wasn’t nearly as big a draw for the paying viewers as the other House Boys, so Ted would have been glad to be rid of him. “I’ll make sure Justin gets some new sketchbooks to replace those he lost. And if I can think of anything else that might help, I’ll let you know.”


“Yeah. Whatever. Later, Theodore,” Brian shuffled off, disgruntled and still not sure what he could do to help his Sunshine.


While Ted was still busy watching Brian walk away, Dino surreptitiously saved a copy of the video files to a different location on the computer. He hoped he’d have a chance to come back later and copy it to his flashdrive. He had some great ideas on how he could personally use that particular video footage.

 

 

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After the lunch hour break, the boys were again summoned back to start the next of the Day’s Challenges. The Master promptly announced the next challenge - the Eat Me Rimming Challenge. The first pair to have their receiver get off would be the winners! It sounded simple and Brian was happy to hear that he wouldn’t be required to eat anything other than pure, unadulterated ass for this part of the day’s tasks. No calories involved.


The Bingo Ball machine was cranked up again and pairs were announced, putting Brian with Daniel and Justin with Malik for this round. Not that Brian was happy to be paired with Danny Boy, but he was at least relieved that Justin wouldn’t have to deal with him for at least a little while longer. As soon as they’d been told who their partners would be, the whole group moved over to the area of the patio where two of the ubiquitous black leather lounge chairs had been set up back-to-back beneath the shade of an awning. Brian grabbed Daniel’s shoulder before the greasy little slimeball could get near their lounger.


“I don’t think so, Bud,” Brian smiled obsequiously at his designated partner. “This is supposed to be a race to get off and we all know you can’t thanks to the Gym Candy. Which means that you get to eat me and I get to lay here and just enjoy the experience - well, as much as I can when I’m paired up with YOU anyway. I just hope you can still get your tongue up.”


Daniel smiled back with an equally rude grimace but Brian ignored him. He moved so that he was kneeling with his ass in the air and his torso leaning over the back of the lounge chair. Brian didn’t care about winning this particular challenge. He just wanted to get it over with. He hoped that Daniel was at least better at rimming than he was at fucking, otherwise the annoyance of having to spend any time at all with the scumbucket would just be prolonged. He gritted his teeth as he felt Daniel moving around to kneel behind him, the clammy hands touching his thighs and causing Brian to shiver a little.


A minute later, though, Brian was distracted from what was going on behind him. The two amiable twinks had flipped a coin to see who would rim who, and it looked like Justin had won the toss. With a pat to Mal’s shoulder, the little blond climbed aboard his own chair, also facing towards the back. The way the chairs had been set up - their backs so close together that they were almost touching in order to make sure they were both fully under the shade - Brian ended up being face-to-face with Justin. They were so close that they were almost touching too. Justin smiled his biggest, Sunshiniest smile as he scootched a few centimeters closer and then stuck his neck out far enough to kiss Brian over the tops of their two chairs.


“Hmmmm,” Brian muttered when Justin finally broke away long enough to breathe. “Maybe this won’t be the worst rimming experience of my life after all.”


From then on, neither Brian nor Justin paid much attention to the rest of the Challenge. They were too busy paying attention to each other. They did hear the new servant, Dino, blow a whistle indicating the rimmers were to begin. They both, obviously, felt their respective partners doing their things. But, really, their main focus was on each other. Which was the most erotic and stimulating thing that they could have possibly done.


Brian’s hand was lifted, tenderly caressing the side of Justin’s bruised face, while his other hand held onto the back of the chair. Daniel’s tongue was busy down below and, Brian had to admit, the guy wasn’t a total slacker when it came to rimming at least. But the way his Sunshine’s sweet lips opened to him like a ripe peach, his tongue twining with Brian’s own, the pressure of the soft but firm lips and the hard little teeth nipping at his own lips, was by far the main thing that was getting Brian hard. Fuck! The boy certainly was a natural when it came to kissing.


As the heat began to build between them, Justin redoubled his efforts and was fucking Brian’s mouth with unabashed aggression. Justin wanted to have his cock buried deep in Brian's sweet little ass, and he hoped that he was making his intentions more than clear with his little display.


Brian felt Justin’s hand thread through his hair while increasing the intensity of the already mind-blowing kiss. He was startled by the shiver that suddenly ran through his body and straight to his cock. Fuck!. No one had ever made him feel like this before. No one had ever come close. Of course, no one had ever been daring enough to do the things his blond bundle of bliss did to him. Increasingly unaware of anything around him except for Justin - even the intense pleasure in his nether regions seemed to be attributable more to his boy than anything else - the man who actually had his tongue in his ass at the moment seemed to just fade into the background.


Justin broke away briefly to nibble along Brian’s jaw, and then at that place behind his left ear that always left the older man panting and dizzy with pleasure. Brian heard himself moan, and dug his fingers into the top of the leather seat back, clinging on with his free hand to the downy hair at the nape of Justin’s neck. He wished he could pull this young man who had his every nerve ending tingling with sensations he had never experienced before in his life even closer. As he felt Justin’s mouth return to his, alternately licking and gently biting his bottom lip, and then plunging inside to caress his tongue in a way that hardly seemed possible, Brian felt the tremors building along his entire torso, and wondered if anyone had ever actually cum from just kissing.


By this point, Brian was frotting against the back of his chair, almost completely oblivious to the man still rimming him. From the animalistic sounds emanating out of Justin’s throat whenever the boy could get any air, Brian assumed that his paramour was feeling the same way. He let go of the chair back and raised his other hand to caress the perfection of a smooth ivory cheek only lightly stubbled with darker blond whiskers. His pinkie finger lighted on the thin skin under the boy’s jaw and Brian could feel Justin’s pulse hammering under his fingertip. Brian held on to Justin’s face as if nothing else in the world existed outside of the two of them and their hungry lips. He felt like his tongue and lips were saying things that he would never be able to voice - he just hoped that Justin could interpret whatever language he was kissing in.


As his pupil blown eyes connected with his lover’s, Brian felt a new emotion that he had no idea how to explain. It seemed like every part of him was reacting to Justin’s touch - the intense pleasure from this kiss reaching not only his dick but also a place deep inside his heart that he didn’t think he even knew was there before. The look in Justin’s eyes made his chest clench, and he wondered for the first time how he could possibly go back to just the emotionless random fucking that had been the cornerstone of his previous life. After what he had been sharing with Justin, it would seem so shallow. So empty. They weren’t even fucking at the moment and this was already better than most of the orgasms he’d had in his long and promiscuous life. This was more than fucking. This was passion! Brian found he no longer wanted to fight these feelings. He wanted to feel this way as long as the beautiful blond twink would have him.


Their moaning got louder and louder, but all Brian and Justin heard was the simultaneous beating of their joined hearts. For one fleeting second Brian felt Justin freeze, his body stiffening and then trembling ever so slightly. The small ripple must have somehow been communicated directly through Brian’s skin because he instantly felt his own stomach muscles tightening and the rhythm of their kiss translated into something fiery and insistent in his belly. It was like lava flowing to the surface from the depths of the earth, but this outpouring was contained within his skin and only reverberated back on him, adding to the building momentum. Then, with a concurrent tumultuous roar, first Justin and then Brian exploded. There was a body-wide flare of electricity as Brian felt himself shooting so hard he thought he might blackout, followed immediately by a cooling wash of endorphins. Everything outside the tunnel of his vision locked on Justin’s face went fuzzy and black around the edges for a few seconds.


As they struggled to catch their breath, with their gazes locked, Brian once again found himself wondering if he’d ever seen anything more beautiful than those soul-deep blue eyes. Was it really possible that they had both cum without anyone even touching their dicks? The rimming they’d both been receiving had seemed so inessential that it hadn’t even really played a significant part in his own orgasm. And that in and of itself was pretty incredible. Brian was flabbergasted at the very idea.


Luckily, Brian’s inner vagina monologue was halted when the servant’s whistle blew and both the rimmers relaxed. It wasn’t clear who the winners were, but Brian and Justin really didn’t care. Justin shot Brian one last smile and giggled as he awkwardly crawled off his lounge chair. Brian caught himself grinning as well. While still looking at the befuddled blond, he lifted his right leg to swing it over off the seat, trying to avoid the puddle of cum now dripping down the back of the chair. In the process his heel accidentally knocked against Daniel’s hip.


The blow wasn’t at all hard, but Daniel jumped as if he’d been knocked over with a sledge hammer. He fell backward, and actually toppled off the foot of the lounge, landing on his ass on the patio pavers. Brian thought Daniel looked a little green and he seemed to be short of breath, even though that little drop of less than twenty inches couldn’t have hurt him that bad. Brian extended a hand down to help Daniel up since he was the reason for the guy’s fall. When Daniel grabbed his hand, Brian thought it odd that the other man’s skin felt so warm and his grip was more than a little clammy. Daniel groaned as he pulled himself up to his feet and he was obviously favoring his right hip. He was also breathing really heavily and sweating. Brian looked at the man closer and didn’t like what he was seeing at all.


“You okay, Daniel?” Brian asked, not really concerned about the man who’d been constantly harassing him, except that the guy had just had his tongue in Brian’s ass and had blown him earlier. He did NOT want to come down with the flu or something just because this loser was getting sick.


“I’m fine,” Daniel snatched his hand back and turned away from Brian before the older man could see the next wave of nausea that washed over him. “It’s just that your ass is fucking toxic. I think I’m going to go puke.”


“Fuck you, Daniel. My ass is the most savory tasting piece of tail you’ll ever have the pleasure of eating. You should feel honored that your tongue was even allowed to go there,” Brian bitingly informed Daniel, as he pulled his waiting blond boy over for one more light kiss and then sauntered off without giving Daniel any more thought.

 

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The servants asked if the contestants needed another short break before continuing with the last competition of the day. Everyone WAS feeling a little worn out but most of them just wanted to get the day’s Challenges over with. Since it was Sunday, and there wouldn’t be any evening tasks, they were all looking forward to relaxing, spending a nice quiet evening eating take out - it was Mal’s choice tonight and he was thinking Southern-style BBQ - and watching a non-porn movie for a change. Three out of the four of them voted to just get the next challenge underway. Daniel sat silently - apparently still feeling a little green and woozy - and didn’t say anything.


So, as directed, the staff went right off to set up the final game for the day. According to The Master, this particular Challenge was entitled ‘The Human Sundae’ - making Brian feel vindicated in his early morning assessment of the day. The patio table outside was again heaped full of all sorts of foodstuffs - this time it wasn’t only sauces though. There were piles of artfully cut fruit, vegetables, and more sauces - both sweet and savory varieties. It looked more like dinner fixin’s than a Sundae Buffet to Brian. The composition of the spread didn’t really matter much to Brian, though. All it really meant, was more food, more calories, and more hours he’d have to put in on the treadmill or swimming tomorrow. Although he and Justin could probably find more interesting and pleasurable ways to work off at least some of the calories tonight . . .


The servants did their randomly-selected-couples thing again, but this time Brian was pleasantly surprised to hear his name and Justin’s called out together. Finally. He was so tired of one or the other of them having to deal with that Daniel bastard. And this pairing had the additional benefit that any time he and his Sunshine were paired up they were pretty much a shoo in to win even the toughest challenge because of their phenomenal sexual chemistry. That meant that everything about this last challenge simply became much easier and Brian was able to relax.


As they walked together back over to the awning shaded chaise lounges, Brian offered to let Justin take a break and relax while he took over doing all the decorating. Justin wouldn’t hear of it though. He insisted that HE was the artist and he’d already planned exactly what he would do to turn Brian into a gustatory work of art. Plus, he added that Brian had already sacrificed himself to the unbending mercy of too many calories for one day. Justin wanted to do whatever he could to save the Stud before Brian was permanently damaged by the ingestion of too many high fat foods. He assured the Big Guy that he was ‘willing to take one for the team’ and eat even more yummy food so that Brian would be spared any further trauma. Before Justin could go on about his noble sacrifice, Brian leaned in and kissed the stupid little twat with a titillating kiss that finally shut the kid up. After that, Justin merely grinned the rest of the way over to their designated chair and didn’t bother yapping at Brian any further.

 

 

Meanwhile, Malik and Daniel stood off to one side of their own chair, arguing about who would be the decorator and who would get to just lie there and be enhanced with gooey deliciousness. Finally, Malik agreed that since Daniel seemed to be feeling under the weather, that he could lie this one out, while Malik took on the job of creating his version of a banana split, complete with cock-down-the-center goodness. Whether or not Mal would be able to get that limp banana to do anything after it was decorated was another matter altogether.


Justin had Brian laid out on their chaise and was already assembling his ‘ingredients’ long before Mal and Daniel worked out their arrangement. The little table set up next to Justin’s station was piled high with fruit slices and veggies. There were whole and sliced strawberries, sliced bananas, kiwi fruit, peaches, sliced star fruit, blueberries and raspberries. There was also a panoply of red pepper slices, whole green bell peppers, little broccoli florets, zucchini slices, snow peas split like butterfly wings, plus carrots and radish slices carved to look like little flowers. Even the lettuce and other leafy greens supplied were all carved up artfully. The sauces Justin had selected were all brightly colored and obviously chosen more for their visual effect than taste. Brian was sure that before his petit artist was through, he’d be not only edible but very colorful. The only thing that had Brian a little worried was the rather sharp paring knife that Justin also laid on the table - far too close to Brian’s genitals for his comfort, no matter how much he trusted the boy.


“Just in case you’ve forgotten, Sunshine. I’m already circumcised and I don’t need any more trimming,” Brian warned, eying that knife with concern. “You can probably put the knife away.”


“Hush, you!” Justin admonished. “This is for the food, not your cock. I like THAT just the way it is.” When Brian continued to look nervous, Justin added, “Stop worrying. I promise that this will not come anywhere near your perfect body.” Then he added, under his breath, “. . . big wuss.”


Brian would have swatted the boy on the butt for that comment if he wasn’t holding a knife.


Just then the servant blew his fucking whistle, giving the official signal to start the Challenge. Justin got real busy real fast with his little knife. He took the sliced fruit and veggies and with a couple of vicious swipes, trimmed and whittled at them until Brian wasn’t sure that they were even still vegetables. The stuff looked like flowers - roses, camellias, carnations, even fucking Birds of Paradise. He even did something with the stupid green peppers that, in less than sixty seconds, had turned them into adorable little frogs. It was truly astonishing to watch him work. Brian was humbled and very glad that he hadn’t even tried to do the decorating. He was way outclassed by his artistic partner.

 

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Then, after less time than Brian would have ever expected, the blond chef began to assemble his masterpiece. He started by decorating Brian’s stomach and thighs with swaths of brightly colored sauces - reds, greens, cool whites and browns - upon which he then started to lay out a leafy green foundation adding veggie flowers and an occasional frog as he went. Brian just lay back and let the master do his work. He felt oddly cherished to be used in this fashion. Somehow valued more than just as a convenient sexy body by being the basis for such artwork. Maybe he was just tired or fucked out, but Brian found himself actually enjoying being so fussed over and decorated. Who would have thought . . .


Whatever Brian was thinking, it apparently didn’t show on his face, or perhaps Justin was simply too focused to notice. The determined Sous-Chef puttered along without really paying his human canvas much attention. At least at first. But Brian wanted to somehow return the favor and show Justin how much all this attention meant to him. So, as Justin filled Brian’s belly button with whipped cream in preparation for placing a maraschino cherry on top, Brian grabbed the can from his hands. With his tongue endearingly couched in the side of his cheek, and a sexy leer that let Justin know he was up to something, Brian shook the can, and sprayed a perfectly shaped heart directly over his own.


Justin smiled down at him as Brian gave a slight nod toward his masterpiece. With a raised eyebrow, and a quizzical expression, Justin asked Brian in their own silent language what he was up to. Tenderly taking the younger man’s hand in his, Brian pulled him closer, so that only the two of them could hear . . . ”Go ahead, Sunshine.” A shy, provocative smile curved Brian’s lips. “Eat your heart out . . . I’m pretty sure it’s yours already.”


Justin’s eyes opened wide in surprise, then glazed over with unshed tears of joy. All those insecurities he’d been brooding over just that morning melted away. Maybe, after all, there WAS some hope for him and Brian together outside of these walls. If the obdurate Stud was willing to make this kind of gesture - openly, publicly, under the direct eye of the cameras while in the middle of a Challenge - then maybe Justin really did mean more to Brian than he had feared.


Finally, and only once he’d blinked hard a couple of times to make sure he had himself under control, Justin’s megawatt smile shined through bright enough to blind. Fuck! Brian really loved that damn smile. That had to be the reason behind the silly, lesbianic statement that had somehow just escaped from his lips, right?


Leaning over to brush a gentle kiss over those lips that were redder than any raspberry, Justin reached across to the table and grabbed a spoonful of ice cream. Tilting the spoon over Brian’s chest as the creamy treat dripped on his nipples, the blond slowly trailed his spoon over to fill in the heart that Brian had so skillfully created. Justin took first one nipple, then the other, into his mouth, rolling the already hard nubs between his teeth teasingly.


Looking up adoringly at the hazel-eyed brunet, Justin playfully asked, “Is that right, my sexy, sweet parfait?“


Brian tried to look away but found he couldn’t. He was mesmerized by that adorable impish grin and the gleaming cerulean blue eyes. Brian felt himself smiling back, his own crooked smile almost as huge as that sunshine grin. He didn’t think he could have stopped smiling if his fucking life depended on it. And that just fed the little blond twat’s glee even more.


As Brian’s grin grew even impossibly larger, Justin leaned in close enough to whisper, “I knew it! You love me back . . . Brian Kinney sooooo loves me!” He punctuated that sentence with a sexy giggle that had Brian’s dick twitching and almost knocking over part of his garnishment.


"Shut up, you twat," Brian tried his best to sound gruff and stern, but failed miserably since he was still smiling like a loon, which only elicited even more giggling from the goofy little blond.


Turning back to his task, Justin slowly ran his tongue over Brian’s chest art, lapping up the meaningful and delicious heart-shaped prize that Brian had left there for him.


Brian tried unsuccessfully to hide the gasp that Justin’s ministrations pulled from his lips. This boy was going to be the death of him, but oh . . . what a way to go. Even as he kissed his way along, Justin was painting little hearts on Brian’s chest with various sauces and adding some more fruits and vegetables, vaguely conscious that there were rules and time limits to this Challenge that he was supposed to be adhering to. But the more he kissed and nibbled at that luscious, golden skin, now adorned with tempting edibles, the less Justin cared about the stupid fucking contest rules.


After a few more minutes, Justin sort of forgot that there even WAS a Challenge going on. Fuck the rules! All Justin cared about right at that moment was devouring this man he adored - starting at Brian’s elegant little toes and continuing all the way up to his tasty tender earlobes, with all the edible embellishments included along the way! What the hell! Fuck the contest! He just fucking loved this man so much and he wanted desperately to show him. Justin found he was starving and no longer cared if he was supposed to wait or not. So, while looking into Brian’s eyes, Justin started to sensually nibble and lick off each yummy, toothsome addition.


Brian meanwhile was getting harder and harder, even though Justin hadn’t gone anywhere near his cock. He was trying to distract himself from adding his own cream sauce to Justin’s work but at this rate he would come again without any direct stimulation to his cock. And the crazy thing about it was that it wasn’t just the touching or kissing or stroking that was getting to him. It was that fucking mention of love the Twink had just hit him with.


Fuck! He was still reeling over that. Yeah, he’d heard the twink that night the kid had whispered about the love thing when he thought Brian was sleeping, but now it was out in the open. It wasn’t conveniently hiding away where Brian could pretend not to know about it and consequently forget it. It was something right there in front of his face, demanding to be acknowledged. Even though Brian had tried to laugh it off, he was still thinking about it. About being loved. And, even though at some period in his life such a declaration would have made him soft right away, that wasn’t happening now. He thought he was actually happy about it. Happy and kinda proud. Proud that HE was someone that this remarkable and talented young man could actually love. A little doubting still too - nobody had ever really loved him like this and he still didn’t really trust it. Brian did trust Justin though and he wanted to trust in this love thing. Shit, he really wanted to let this feeling go on and on and on . . . So maybe he would trust in the love thing too?


Either way, watching the way Justin decorated him - daubing and tasting in between little adoring glances filled with more of that love thing - was going to make Brian shoot his load very soon if the joyful tingling in his balls was any indication. It really didn’t help his faltering control much that the food artist was now steadily working his way downward towards Brian’s needy and twitching cock. When Justin reached Brian’s belly, he swirled his dextrous tongue into the puddle of whipped cream in his navel, lapped up the sweet, drippy treat and then fucked the little indentation with his tongue until Brian felt like he was in danger of squealing like a stuck pig. It didn’t stop there though. The creative little chef grabbed the pint of ice cream he’d been using earlier, spooned a huge icy dollop into his pretty pink mouth and then, with his now frozen lips and tongue, engulfed Brian’s hot throbbing cock in one fell swoop.


*Ahhhhhhh!* Brian’s hips bucked up, dislodging a pile of carrot rosettes. Strangely enough, the cold of Justin’s mouth somehow seemed to increase the heat in Brian’s balls. Justin’s hands were firmly holding onto his thighs and his frozen tongue was doing acrobatic dances along Brian’s shaft that boggled the mind. The hot/cold combination was simply too much though. That tingling in his gonads that Brian had been staving off had turned into more of a throbbing now. His head was swimming with the colors of the decorations Justin had been using on him and his stomach was clenching with that insistent emptiness that Brian knew would only abate once the fire in his gut was let out to burn through his system.


But even then Brian might have been able to control the tidal wave that was threatening. He might have been able to push down the impending rush of passionate fire. He might have . . . until Justin reached up with one questing hand, finding Brian’s fingers and twining them both together over the space on Brian’s chest where that silly little whipped cream heart that started all this had been. That was all it took. Brian felt those insistent fingers clasping his, their joined hands resting over his thruming heart and Justin’s devoted mouth and tongue plying his cock with such adoration that he couldn’t - didn’t want to - resist any longer. He let his head fall back, his eyes closed and he whimpered as the electrical storm of his orgasm short-circuited through his nervous system.


The resulting flood of his hot cum added to the icy coolness of Justin’s mouth around his cock was the last thing Brian consciously registered for several long breathless minutes afterward.


When Brian finally did lift up his head and blink away the fog of pleasure that had dulled his senses, he saw Justin kneeling between his widespread thighs and grinning down on him with a possessive intensity. Before Brian could figure out how to respond to that, though, Malik’s dark face and bright white grin popped up just behind the blond head. The Chocolate Twinkie was leaning over Justin’s shoulder and peering down at Brian as if the boy was examining a new zoo specimen or something alien. It irritated Brian, who really would have rather not had to deal with teasing twinks - at least not until he’d caught his breath a little.


“Can I help you with something, Mal?” Brian asked condescendingly. “Did you need remedial blow job lessons or did you just forget what a cock looks like?” Brian snarked as Malik continued to peer at his crotch inquisitively.


“No. No. No. I’m good here. You two just carry on. I mean, the rest of us have been done for like fifteen minutes, but you two looked like you were just having so much fun we didn’t want to interrupt or anything,” Mal teased but carried on with his intent examination of the lounging man. Brian stared back, with a question in his eyes. “Don’t mind me. I’m just trying to figure out what the fuck happened to the Stud of Liberty Avenue. You remember him? The heartless bastard that would only fuck everyone once and then promptly kick a guy to the curb. You seen him around here somewhere?”


“Yeah. I’ve seen him,” Brian replied with a snarky grimace while sitting up and slowly pushing himself off the chaise. “I think he’s probably getting ready to kick some insolent little twinkie ass right about now. You should stick around and see if he can see to you next.”


Ignoring the impertinent laughter coming from the chortling young black man, a content and satiated Brian Kinney reached out and snagged Justin’s hand with his own, pulling the Vanilla Twinkie after him into the house without bothering to mount even a token defense to Malik’s underlying and quite telling question.

 

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“Hey there! You’re Daniel, right? Nice to officially meet you! I’m Dino,” Daniel’s escape to the Break Room for some peace and quiet was interrupted by the overly solicitous advent of the Residence’s newest servant.


“Yeah. Whatever. Fuck off - I’m on my break and I don’t want company.” Daniel growled at the man, really not feeling up to dealing with this guy’s chummy attitude.


“Now, is that any way to talk to your new Best Friend?” Dino replied, plopping down into the recliner next to Daniel without waiting to be invited.


“I’ve already got enough friends, thanks. What makes you think I need another.”


“Well, I don’t see any of your other friends here offering to help make sure you win this little competition. Do you?” Dino suggested cannily.


“Oh yeah? And why, exactly, would you do that?” Daniel’s curiosity was finally piqued.


“Because you’re going to split your winnings with me 50/50,” Dino stated baldly.


“Yeah . . . not fucking likely. Get the hell away from me,” Daniel snarled, turning back to the computer monitor and his email.


“Now, now. You don’t really mean that, Daniel,” Dino came up behind Daniel and started massaging the Asian man’s tight shoulders. “Because if you really did intend to blow me off, then I’d probably have to go show my boss the video clip on this flash drive that proves YOU were the one that destroyed little Justin’s sketchbooks and then you’d get kicked out. You really don’t want that to happen, do you?” Dino held up the small flash drive he’d saved the video file to and waved it tantalizingly in the air in front of Daniel’s face. “So, what’s it going to be my man? We split a million dollars or you piss me off, get kicked out and get nothing?”


Daniel wrinkled his brow and screwed up his mouth in an angry knot. Dino was still smiling down on him deprecatingly. Fuck! Did he really have any choice?


“What did you have in mind . . .” Daniel answered finally, resigned.

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Chapter End Notes:

10/2/15 - Huge Heaps of Thanks to my busy Fanfic Elves for helping me write another phenomenal chapter! Especially to Charleen and Lorie who took my vague ideas for the kissing and Sundae scenes and just WENT TO TOWN! Way to go, guys. We had so much fun - at one point there were five of us writing in the same document at the same time! Credit for the Human Sundae/Smorgasbord Scene goes to 4depthoflove and Astrid - both of whom asked for this Challenge - although I might have warped your idea a little. Hope you still like where I went with it. Now, on to the big climactic finish . . . TAG

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