by D. J. Manly
“No, I’ll … ah … do it…” Ciel said softly. “I…”
“Good,” Amanda said, pecking him on the check. “There’s not any man here who could shine a candle to you, Ciel. I’ll look for Malcolm. I’ve invited him to stay of course … be nice to him dear … Scott has promised to be good as well.”
She was gone, clicking across the patio in her high-heeled shoes, her short frilly blue dress billowing out behind her.
Ciel made his way over to Scott. It was clear he’d been drinking a lot, and he had a joint squished between his fingers. His eyes looked spacey. Ciel moved through the beach boys, and reached out, placing a hand on Scott’s forearm. Scott jerked it away as if he’d burnt him. “What?” He demanded.
“I’d like to talk to you if you don’t mind,” Ciel said, aware that the men were checking him out big time.
Scott nodded, passing the rest of his joint to one of the beach clones standing closest to him. “Fine, let’s go inside.”
Ciel followed Scott across the patio. Scott entered a small room off of the living room which was filled with books. It was dark and silent. “What is it?” he asked, turning around to face him.
“Where did you get the pot?” Ciel asked.
“Want some?” He asked softly in the dark.
“Yeah,” Ciel said.
“I’ll get you some. What else do you want?” Scott took a step closer to him, backing him up against the wall.
“Nothing, I just … well…” He could feel his breath on his cheek. “Scott,” he said. There was silence, and just Scott, standing painfully close to him, half naked. “I … I … need to know about this after party … Amanda said…”
“Oh, her Christmas Eve special.” He laughed softly. “We do that every year.” Scott’s hand settled on his chest. “Are you worried about that, baby?”
“No, I … just didn’t realize that’d we’d be performing for a crowd.” The words came out tense.
Scott’s hand slipped inside his shirt. The tips of his finger found his nipple. He rubbed his fingers over it, then pinched it gently. Ciel stayed perfectly still. Scott’s knee moved in between his thighs. He rubbed it against Ciel’s cock a few times.
Ciel closed his eyes. “Scott,” he said.
“So intense,” Scott laughed softly, undoing the buttons on Ciel’s shirt. “Sometimes you’re so intense, Ciel. Sex is just sex you know. It doesn’t mean anything.” He spread his shirt open, ran his lips over his chest a few times.
Ciel’s breathing grew shallow. “What are you doing?”
Scott moved closer. He kissed his neck, then, ran his lips down to one nipple. He lapped at it, then, bit it gently. “You’re so sexy. Jesus,” he whispered. He grabbed Ciel’s sex suddenly through his pants, and squeezed. Ciel gasped, grinding his ass against the wall. Scott unzipped his pants. Ciel held his breath as he felt him take his cock in his hand and watched Scott as he sunk to his knees. “I want to suck your cock. Do you mind?”
Ciel swallowed. “No, I…” he began, putting his hand on Scott’s head as he took his cock into his mouth.
With one hand at the base of his cock, Scott began to move his mouth down the length of him, tightening his lips around the shaft, pausing to swirl his tongue around it. As he began to move his mouth up and down on it, Ciel felt the oozing tip hit the back of his throat. Scott swallowed and began to suck harder, making his mouth a hollow, swallowing deeper and deeper, then moving Ciel’s cock in and out of his mouth as he reached under to fondle his tightening balls.
Ciel slammed his head into the back of the door. His fingers tightened in Scott’s hair. “Ah … yes … yes … yes … baby … fuck … yes … ahhhhhhhhhhh.”
As he came, Scott swallowed, then released his cock to continue to squeeze it in his fist until Ciel begged him to let go. Scott reeled back on his heels, then fell back on the floor, laughing. “Fuck me,” he said. “Fuck me here, and now … fuck me hard.”
Ciel looked down at him, and shook his head. “You’re high and I…”
Scott jumped up. “Fine, screw you then, I’ll find someone else to fuck me tonight. It’s Christmas and I…”
Ciel grabbed his arm. He yanked him up against him, shaking his head. “No,” he said. “Nobody else fucks you.”
“Ciel, I didn’t know you were so possessive,” he laughed.
“It’s … not me. It’s the rules remember?”
“Not on Christmas,” he protested, pulling his arm away. “And stop manhandling me, you big brute. Do you know how many men here tonight want into your pants?”
“Probably as many that want into yours,” he replied.
“Amanda is just teasing them, dangling the carrot … and even later they won’t have you … no one will…” he whispered.
“You will,” Ciel said softly, pulling him closer, moving his cheek against his. “You already have me. Scott, let’s leave here. Scott, I think I…”
Scott jerked away from him. “No,” he said. “No. Leave if you want but I won’t follow. I don’t care about you, Ciel. I don’t love you and you don’t love me … and if you do, you’re a damn fool.”
“What in hell are you so afraid of?” Ciel demanded, barring the door so that he couldn’t run away.
“I’m not afraid,” he muttered. “I’m just a lot smarter than I used to be. I learned a lot growing up, going from one home to another. You don’t love, you don’t get your heart torn to pieces. It’s that simple. Don’t ask me to love you. I won’t … I can’t … and I don’t.”
Ciel sighed. “It’s true if you don’t love, you don’t get hurt … but you don’t live either … and I never said anything about love. I … never asked you to love me.”
“Yes you did,” Scott accused. “Ever since you arrived, you’ve … well … you don’t play fair.”
“I wasn’t aware that I was playing at all,” Ciel told him. He felt miserable suddenly. “Look I came here for the same reason you did, security, an easy way to get what I want in life. Maybe it was wrong, I don’t know … but you … are you planning on amusing Amanda for the rest of your life? What happens in ten years … in twenty?”
“Amanda cares about me,” Scott said. “She’s my family.”
“Scott, we have to talk about how we feel because…”
“There’s nothing to talk about. I don’t feel anything when I’m with you except lust, pure and simple.”
“If you say it enough, maybe even you’ll believe it,” Ciel accused, his voice bitter.
“Ah, there you are,” someone said, brushing past Ciel and into the room. It was Malcolm. He looked from one to another and laughed. “Family drama?”
“Hello, Malcolm,” Scott slapped Malcolm on the back. “Your dream man is here, and he’s all yours. He’s just had his cock thoroughly sucked so he’s all warmed up for ya. I was just leaving.” With a cocky little salute, he left the room.
Ciel found himself looking at Malcolm who was inching a little too close for comfort. “Hello Heaven,” he said in a silky voice. “Amanda says you want to talk to me about something.”
“Ah … right … sure but not here,” Ciel made a move to leave the room.
Malcolm put a hand on his shoulder. “Not so fast stud. I think I know a way we could help each other. You have a nice cock. If Scott…”
He removed Malcolm’s hand from his shoulder. “Listen Malcolm, I’m not fucking you in exchange for some mentoring, so forget it.”
Malcolm trailed after him through the living room. “What about a blow job then?”
“No,” Ciel replied.
“A kiss?”
Ciel turned around, and stared at him in disbelief. Then he began to laugh. He placed an arm around his shoulders. “Depends what kind of a kiss we’re talking about.” Ciel’s raised his eyebrows a few times.
Malcolm burst into laughter.
As people began to leave, Ciel became tense. He didn’t want to perform tricks for Amanda’s guests tonight. The conversation he’d
had with Scott played in the back of his mind. Even if he did feel more for Scott than he’d intended, Scott was damaged goods. He had no intention of ever leaving Amanda, or admitting he felt anything. He was going to have to learn to separate his feelings from his cock if he was going to stay here until he finished his degree, or he’d never make it.
As Malcolm talked on about his latest novel, deep down Ciel wondered if he was going to make it. These feelings he had could only grow deeper, especially since he wasn’t supposed to see any one else. He sighed. Suddenly he stood up, and smiled at Malcolm.
“Want to go up to my room?”
Malcolm smiled. “Yeah, sure. We could smoke this,” he said, taking out one of the biggest joints Ciel had ever seen.
“Shit man, yes,” Ciel laughed.
Fifteen minutes later, they were up in Ciel’s room, smoking a big fat joint which Malcolm had rolled.
They began talking about writing, then Malcolm asked if he could read something that Ciel was working on.
As Malcolm silently read the words on the computer screen, Ciel finished off the joint Malcolm had handed him. He was feeling really good by the time Malcolm turned around in the chair and looked at him.
“What?” Ciel said, laughing. “If you hate it, I don’t want to know … hell I don’t want to know if you like it … I don’t want to know anything.” His cock was hard and he was horny as hell.
“It’s beautiful…” Malcolm said, jumping up from the chair. “In fact, it’s fucking brilliant. It’s so fucking erotic … look at my cock,” he said, rubbing his obvious hard-on through his black dress pants.
Ciel howled with laughter. “Damn Malcolm, I didn’t know you were hung like that. Shit.”
Malcolm climbed onto the bed. He reached for the zipper on Ciel’s pants. “Want to see more?”
Ciel moaned when the zipper moved down over his erection. God, the pressure of the zip moving over his shaft was exquisite. “So you really think I can write, or is it all shit?”
Malcolm had scooped his cock out of his pants and was holding it in his hand. “Holy shit but you’re a beautiful man,” he muttered, lowering his lips to his cock.
Ciel closed his eyes as Malcolm’s tongue ran over the length of his shaft.
“It’s massive. God, you’re so hard, your cock’s out of control baby. Ciel … I’m in love … Jesus … Scott’s a lucky son of a bitch.”
Malcolm was babbling. Ciel placed his hands on Malcolm’s head, pushed it down to his cock, and told him “SUCK.” Damn.
As Malcolm sucked, Ciel moved his hands under his shirt and played with his nipples. He pressed his head back into the pillow, and bit down on his lip. The pleasure was so intense, he could hardly stand it. Scott … Scott … what a mouth … you can suck my cock anytime baby. Ummm … you’re so damn beautiful. I think I love you … you stupid bastard. Je t’aime.
Then six little words rocketed him right out of his trance. “Look who’s breaking the rules now!”
Malcolm’s head came up, his mouth covered with Ciel’s cum. Ciel lifted his head only to see Scott standing there in that damn bathing suit which concealed nothing. Ciel grinned at him. “Why don’t you take off that cock tease bathing suit of yours and give Malcolm a hand … or a cock … or a…”
“You’re pathetic,” Scott sneered. “You know the rules. What a slut you are.”
Malcolm sat up now, looking embarrassed. He wiped his mouth with the back of one hand.
Ciel sat up, not bothering to put his still semi-hard cock back inside his pants. “You said the rules didn’t apply tonight … and Amanda told me to be nice to Malcolm. And I’m no more a slut than you with that cock tease bathing suit of yours.”
Malcolm stood up. “Excuse me,” he said, fumbling with his pants as he made his way past Scott and out the door.
Scott ignored Malcolm’s exit, and narrowed his eyes at Ciel. He placed one hand on the door knob and squeezed. “Whatever. Anyway, Amanda has been looking all over for you. She wants you for the after party.”
“Oh, the after party,” Ciel said softly. “Of course.” He stood up and zipped himself in. “Let’s go then.”
Scott turned his back on him and marched down the hall to the stairs. Ciel followed close at his heels.
Amanda spotted them as soon as they walked out onto the patio. She got up from where she was sitting, on none too steady feet and swayed over to them. She immediately took Ciel’s arm, then patted Scott on the behind affectionately.
“There you are baby,” she slurred. “I’d like to speak to you a second, both of you.”
Ciel looked around. There were six people left. They all looked to be just about as inebriated as Amanda was. Their eyes were riveted on the three of them. Amanda motioned to Scott to come closer, herding them into a huddle with Scott on one side, and Ciel on the other. “I want something good … something that will really impress my friends.” She met Ciel’s eyes. “Scott’s body is yours tonight, love.”
She glanced at Scott. “You’re not going to be difficult are you, baby? This is a special occasion.”
Scott shrugged as if he didn’t give a damn. He glanced over in the distance, avoiding Ciel’s eyes.
“Begin in the pool,” Amanda instructed, “then bring it front and center.” She moved her eyes to the spot where the lounge chairs had been pushed back. “Make them drool.”
Scott immediately walked over to the side of the pool and began to remove his bathing suit. Several wolf whistles echoed in the cool night air. Immediately, he dove in the pool and began to swim around. Ciel watched him for a second, aware that all eyes were on him. Trained seals performing for the other animals … but that was okay.
Malcolm walked over to him suddenly, one of four men among the onlookers. He handed Ciel a joint, newly rolled. He was still high from the last one they’d shared but he was grateful. He accepted it with a mouthed thank you and a smile. He took a few deep drags, then handed it back to him.
His eyes went to Scott who now was casually treading water in the middle of the heart shaped swimming pool. He looked over at Amanda who was sitting in a lounge chair, lifting a glass of something to her lips. Beside her was another woman with short black hair and a laugh which sounded like a muffled siren. Malcolm was sitting on the patio floor sharing a toot with two other men Ciel didn’t know. There was another man leaning against the fence, kind of handsome with blond hair and a close cropped beard. There was anticipation on Amanda’s face, a weird sort of pride actually. Everyone looked horny.
Ciel began to walk to the other side of the pool where Scott had left his trunks. There was a collective intake of breath and someone said, “Go get him, Ciel.” Ciel glanced down at Scott, grabbed his glance and held it as he stripped off his shirt, then his shoes, his pants and his underwear. It was that fast and that easy. He heard someone smack their lips. Someone else whispered, “Christ.” He intensified his look, making sure Scott couldn’t look away. He didn’t.
* * * *
Scott was spellbound as always by how goddamned hot he was. Ciel stood there naked for just a little longer than he needed to, making sure Scott had time to check out his rippling chest, not to mention his already erect cock which was as close to perfect as a cock gets. When he dove into the water, the crowd of people let out an excited squeal, and Scott’s entire body shuddered with anticipation. Instinctively he took a few strokes backwards in the pool, bringing his back in contact with the iron rung of the pool ladder.
Ciel came up from under the water. Shallow enough so he could touch the bottom, he raised his head, shaking the water from his long dark hair. The moonlight shone down on his skin, illuminating the droplets of water which ran over his biceps and down his chest, dripping off the edges of his stimulated brown nipples.
If the spectators were captivated, Scott was doubly so. His heart thudded in his chest as Ciel moved closer, shaking the water from his hair, lifting his hand to push it back from his face. Everything seemed to be in slow
motion. Every motion Ciel made caused his heart to beat faster. It could have been the pot he’d smoked, or the way the water seemed to increase the awareness of his readily accessible cock, or the way his nipples were stimulated each time he shifted his weight a little. Whatever it was, the blood was pounding in his ears now. He felt helpless, like he had been stripped and bound and his only reason for existence was to satisfy any sexual craving that Ciel had.
When Ciel finally reached him, he was still holding his gaze with beautiful black sorrowful eyes that seemed a little lost suddenly. Ciel reached out and touched his cheek. Scott closed his eyes. “You plan to torture me then?”
“Why would I do that?” Ciel whispered, withdrawing his hand. “Tell me what you want.”
“My body is to be used for your pleasure, remember?” Scott said, a ghost of a sneer on his lips.
He took his hand and placed it on his cock. “Touch me.” Scott let his fingers stray over Ciel’s cock for a second, then abruptly felt himself pressed against the pool wall. His cock was being held captive between Ciel’s thighs, exerting a delicious pressure on his shaft.
Ciel lifted his hands out of the water, yanking them up over his head as he savagely took his mouth. With one hand, Ciel gripped his wrists together using the other to move down over his chest, and casually play with his nipples. His tongue moved seductively around his now. He was completely at Ciel’s mercy, both physically and emotionally and damn it, he didn’t want to be. He struggled some which only caused Ciel to exert more pressure on his cock with his strong thighs. Scott’s entire body spasmed.
Ciel increased the pressure on his mouth, running his tongue seductively along his teeth as he moved his hand down Scott’s smooth torso to his ass. As his fingers slid up inside of him, Scott squirmed.
“Ciel … please,” he pleaded into his mouth as his back arched which prompted Ciel to move his mouth down his throat and capture one of his nipples between his teeth.