by D. J. Manly
“Ciel please what?” Ciel murmured, lapping at one nipple than the other, moving one then two fingers deeper inside of him while again putting pressure on his cock.
Scott let out a cry, arching his back again as he let his head go back.
Ciel withdrew his fingers and released Scott’s wrists. With both hands he lifted Scott out of pool, sliding him up along the floor of the patio, then heaved himself out of the pool.
There wasn’t a sound as Ciel eyed the lounge chair which housed several terry cloth robes which Amanda provided for her guests. He reached forward and grabbed one of the stray ties.
Scott laid on his back on the patio floor, his cock standing straight up and desperate for attention. When he saw Ciel hook the tie around his hand, he made an attempt to get up off the floor … but he wasn’t fast enough. He pushed up off the palms of his hands only to be pushed back down on the floor, his thighs falling open.
“Oh no baby, where are you going?” Ciel smiled at him, and clutched both wrists, bringing them back over his head. He wrapped the tie around them two times he pulled Scott backwards then secured the tie to one of the light posts.
Scott muttered something to him under his breath which caused Ciel to laugh. “You love it but I won’t tie your legs down. I want to be able to move them so that it will be easier to fuck you in any position I want.”
Scott was struggling with the ties. As he did, his erection moved back and forth exciting the onlookers even further. Ciel was hard as rock himself.
Ciel straddled his shoulders now. Scott was still protesting. Ciel placed his hands on his shoulders, pinning him down. He let his erection trail over Scott’s lips. Scott closed his eyes, fighting the temptation to lick his lips. “There now baby,” he said softly. “You’re calm now. Suck my dick. You know you want it. You know you want me to fuck you too, so if you ask me really nicely … maybe I’ll be generous. Now open that pretty mouth of yours and suck.”
Scott glared up at him. “Be careful Frenchman; I might just bite it off.”
Ciel laughed lightly. “Go ahead. The crowd has a great view of your luscious cock right now and my ass, so they’re happy. What’s a little blood between friends?”
“I’m not your friend and I’m not going to suck your cock.”
Ciel ran the tip of his erection along Scott’s lips. The sensation had his entire body shuddering. The feeling of Ciel’s cock sliding along his mouth almost made him shoot right there. He did it again and moaned a little. Damn him. He could drive him right out of his mind if he wanted.
Scott was watching him. He could taste him on his mouth. He didn’t know how long he could resist the temptation of taking him into his mouth. Those black eyes were bearing down into his, at first determined, now just plain soft and needy. “Come on Scott,” he said softly. “Do it like you did earlier in the study.” He leaned down and kissed his mouth briefly, then massaging the sides of his jaw, he pried it open.
Scott didn’t fight it. What could he do? He wanted to suck his cock almost as bad as Ciel wanted his cock sucked. He let his head go back and began to swallow. Ciel raised himself a little higher to give him leverage. “That’s it,” he moaned. “That’s it baby.”
There was movement around them but neither of them were aware that the spectators had adjusted their positions to get a better view.
Scott squeezed his eyes shut as he widened his jaw to accept as much of Ciel’s big cock as he could take. He began to suck, swirling his tongue around the shaft, feeling the head at the back of his throat, filling him, making his jaw ache, his heart ache with it. Damn it you bastard, I think I love you.
The sudden thought caused him to choke with emotion. Tears sprang to his eyes. He pushed them back, sucking harder, lapping his tongue around its thickness, then feeling the creamy liquid begin to pour down his throat.
Ciel’s cock began to pump. He pushed backward, withdrawing from Scott’s mouth, taking his cock in his hand and squeezing out the rest of it. He was shaking.
Neither one of them was conscious of the effect they were having on the crowd, especially on Malcolm who’s cum was running down his leg and into his sock.
Ciel ran a hand over Scott’s beautiful chest, down to his stomach, gently slapping at his aching erection.
Scott moaned. “Ciel … ahhhh.”
Ciel smiled. He began to slowly play with his cock, running his fingers over the head, spreading the pre-cum over it and then down the shaft. He moved around between his legs, and clutched it with both hands and squeezed gently, then reached under him to fondle his balls.
Scott lifted his buttocks off the floor. He was ready. God, he was so ready.
Ciel glanced up the length of him, to where his wrists were secured to the lamp post. “You are so sexy. It’s only in these moments that you truly belong to me Scott,” he said, lowering his head to kiss his stomach, reaching up to pinch his nipples once.
Scott thrashed on the floor. Damn, he was so close. His balls tight, his cock throbbing and every time Ciel touched him, he felt as if he could … but he was keeping him on the edge.
Ciel didn’t have any lube so he spread his fingers again in Scott’s pre-cum then began to lubricate him with that. He did it slowly, exerting just enough pressure on his prostate to make him beg. As he continued to rub the pre-cum up inside of him, Scott began to whimper. Several times he said his name … and he said please.
When Ciel lifted his legs up over his shoulders, someone in the group of onlookers began to moan.
Scott thrashed again as Ciel placed his cock at his ready entrance. Ciel held the tip for a second, moving it over his ready opening, causing Scott to curse him. Ciel laughed, then, began to enter him. As he did, he let out a deep groan, enough to make Scott almost lose his mind. “Ciel, baby. Go,” he breathed, “damn it, fuck me.”
As Ciel moved inside of him, the ties around Scott’s wrist pulled, reminding him that he was entirely at his mercy which only served to increase his sexual excitement. Ciel was thick and big and very hard, and he managed to stay that way until Scott cried out something unintelligible and the cum rumbled along his penis and escaped into the air.
Ciel pumped for a second or two longer, then, let himself go, his face contorting into a mask of pleasurable release. He backed off of him, sitting there, his head down, trying to catch his breath. Then there was applause. Scott and Ciel seemed startled by it. Amanda began to say something that neither of them heard.
Ciel stood up, going over to put on his clothes. Amanda came and undid Scott’s wrists. He sat up himself. She said something to him but he didn’t answer. He left his trunks, and said something about going to bed. He took one long look at Ciel before disappearing inside.
* * * *
It was late when Ciel woke up the next day. He looked at the clock on the night stand and moaned. It was Christmas day and almost three in the afternoon. He got up, showered and headed downstairs. Amanda was laying on one of the sofas in the living room. “Don’t even breathe,” she cautioned when he came into the room.
He grinned. “Hangover?”
“Um,” she grunted. “Cook has a big dinner planned but I told her to hold off until eight. Hope that’s all right. I think I’m going to lay down for a bit.”
“That’s fine,” he looked around. “Where’s Scott?”
She shrugged. “He gets weird around this time of year. Best thing to do is leave him be. He’s a real scrooge. Never wants me to buy him any presents.”
Ciel nodded. He didn’t know if he should give him what he bought him or not.
“Actually darling,” she paused, “I should warn you. I won’t be calling on you during the holidays. I pretty well leave Scott to his own devices at this time of year. We get back to normal in the new year.”
Ciel shrugged. “That’s fine. It will give me time to write before I start university.”
She nodded, rubbing her temple. “So what did Malcolm say about your work? He told me he read it but we didn�
�t get into the particulars.”
“He said he liked it, but then he was stoned and horny so…”
She nodded with a grin. “Were you nice to him?”
“I don’t remember,” Ciel said, walking over to the window and looking outside.
“Scott said you were.”
There was a silence. Then Ciel said, swallowing, “What did he say?”
“He said Malcolm was sucking your cock. He thought it was against the rules.”
“Was it?”
“It was an exceptional case.”
“Scott is quite a little tattletale, isn’t he?”
“He is a stickler for rules I guess.” She laughed briefly.
Umm … except when it comes to his muscle boy trainer. “Especially when it comes to me. He’d like nothing better than for you to send my ass back to France.”
“Seems so,” Amanda said, lowering her legs onto the floor. “It hasn’t gone exactly as I planned. I thought Scott would be thrilled with you.”
Ciel sucked in some breath. “I’m surprised you haven’t decided to send me back then.”
Amanda looked surprised as she stood up, wrapping her dressing gown around her. “Why in hell would I do that? Scott may not like you but he sure as hell likes your cock. That’s all that matters … and more importantly, I like you.”
She came closer and studied his face for a second. She put out her hand and stroked his hair for a minute. “You have to be one of the most beautiful men I’ve ever seen. They didn’t name you Ciel for nothing. Scott’s not blind. He can’t deny, or resist that beauty. Maybe he thinks I want you more than him.”
“You don’t want either of us,” Ciel replied with a smile as Amanda touched his cheek.
“I don’t?”
“No. You’ve never once…”
She placed a finger on his lips. “I don’t need to. I have you whenever I want. I have both of you. I don’t need your cock inside of me to make you give me an orgasm. You give me orgasm after orgasm just thinking about you, and watching you as you touch Scott … kiss him, fuck him. Both of you so beautiful, so male, and sexy, fucking each other is so much more of a turn on than you can even imagine. Scott’s attempts at resisting you just add some spice to the equation, and even now my pussy is wet just thinking about last night.”
“If that turns you on then … I guess that’s fine, but it would never be enough for me.”
“Well love, that’s why you’re in the ring and I’m standing outside the ropes,” she grinned.
He frowned some at the analogy.
She backed away from him, raising her hand to her head again. “Okay, off to bed I go. I will see you at dinner tonight love. I hope Scott will join us but you never know.”
Ciel went in search of food, then, sandwich in hand, went back up to his room to write. He wrote a few emails to some friends back home wishing them Merry Christmas, then, sat staring at the computer screen.
He got up and picked up the small package he had wrapped for Scott. Would he want it? Maybe not. He put it back down. He finally lay down on the bed, falling off to sleep for awhile. It was almost eight o’clock when he opened his eyes. He had slept most of Christmas day away.
* * * *
Ciel took another quick shower and put on some nice dress pants and a red silk shirt he had never worn. Amanda had bought it for him at one of those fancy shops. He left it open at the neck the way she liked, and made his way downstairs with the two small gifts. When he arrived he was surprised to see Scott sitting at the dining room table, pouring wine into three glasses. He was freshly shaven and his wavy black hair was combed back from his face. He was dressed up too, in cream colored pants and a dark green shirt. For a moment, Ciel had to catch his breath. “I didn’t expect to see you,” he said.
Scott looked up from the table, setting the glasses at each place setting. “Um, why’s that?”
“Amanda said you didn’t like Christmas.”
“I don’t, but Amanda would be sad if I wasn’t here at dinner so…”
“Where is Amanda?”
“She’ll be down soon. She didn’t like her dress.” He laughed a little. “Went to change again.”
Ciel nodded, taking a seat across from him. The candles were glowing brightly on the table, the overhead lights dim. Christmas music played low in the background. “So what are we having … pheasant under glass?”
Scott looked up at him. “Turkey actually,” he said.
“Oh,” Ciel nodded. “I thought it would be something exotic.”
“Deep down Amanda is a traditionalist. What do they eat in France at this time of year?”
“Ah … goose sometimes … ragout … meat pies and lots of junk.”
Scott smiled. “Sounds positively awful.”
Ciel shrugged. “Very rich.” He fingered the gift in his pocket. He suddenly wanted to give it to him while they were alone. “I got you something by the way.”
Scott looked surprised. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“I know. I wanted to. It doesn’t matter if you didn’t get me anything.” Ciel shook his head.
“I did actually,” Scott said softly. “It’s upstairs.”
“Thanks,” Ciel said, sliding the gift across the table.
Scott looked at the little box wrapped in gold paper with a red ribbon. “Do you want me to open this now?”
“If you want to.”
“Is something going to jump out and bite me?”
“Maybe,” Ciel raised an eyebrow.
They both laughed. Scott raised his eyes to him for a minute. Ciel held them, then, looked down at the gift. Scott cleared his throat, and picked it up. He began to unwrap it. Putting the paper aside, he lifted the lid of the box and took out a thin strap of black leather with a small black leather octagon attached. “What is it?” He asked, looking at Ciel.
“It’s to wear around your neck. It’s a West African symbol called EBAN. It means fence. That symbol, I think they call it adinkra. It’s supposed to bring security and protection … the kind found in love.”
Scott held it in his hand. For a moment he didn’t speak. “I don’t believe in love,” he said finally as he studied it, “but I appreciate the sentiment. Thanks.”
“You’re welcome,” Ciel said. “I’m sorry you don’t believe in love.”
“Why?”
“It’s sad that’s all. Love exists.”
“Ah, are you in love, Ciel?” Scott mocked, a smug smile on his face suddenly.
“I was once.”
Scott narrowed his eyes. “What happened?”
Ciel shrugged. “It’s when I was a seventeen. He was all wrong for me.”
“Did he love you back?”
“I don’t know. He loved making love to me.”
Scott nodded. “That’s not hard to understand.” He ran his hand over the gift. “You know sometimes I forget about my African heritage.”
“Was it your mother or father who was Black?” Ciel asked gently.
“Father.”
“He must have been gorgeous.”
Scott looked up at him. “I wouldn’t know,” he said hastily, placing the EBAN back into the box. “Never knew the guy. I was abandoned as a baby.”
Ciel sighed. “I’m sorry. It must have been very painful growing up the way you did.”
“I grew up fast,” he muttered. “No choice. No one wanted me. Didn’t help that I was black. No matter how easily I could pass for white, I’d always be black when it suited them.”
The bitterness was clear in his voice. Ciel reached across the table and placed a hand on his.
Scott let it rest there for a moment, then, withdrew his hand. “That’s why I hate this season. It reminds me of some of the miserable homes I was in.”
“How many were there?”
“Fifteen,” he said. Then he shrugged. “It’s in the past … not important anymore.”
“It isn’t?”
Scott looked up at him.
“Seems like you never got past it.”
“What would you know?”
“My mom died when I was young and my dad brought me to a new country where I never felt at home. I guess I can identify some.”
“You dare compare that to what I lived?” He scoffed. “I was sucking cock for a living at thirteen.”
Ciel stiffened. “It’s not a contest, Scott. I’m just trying to…”
“Forget it,” Scott retorted. “We shouldn’t be discussing this anyway.”
Ciel sat back in his seat. “Fine. We won’t. But if it’s still that painful to you maybe you should…”
“Maybe I should what? Find a shrink?”
“I was going to say talk to someone about it … let the pain out, that’s all.” Ciel looked away for a moment.
He could feel his anger from across the table.
“Talk to who? You?” His voice was calm but there was storm in his eyes. “What in hell do you care what I lived? You’re here for the same reason I am. You don’t give a shit about my pain.”
“How do you know that I don’t give a shit? You won’t even give me a chance to…” Ciel began, but then stopped abruptly as Amanda entered the room, all smiles.
“You boys look nice,” she said, taking a seat at the table.
Ciel returned the compliment while Scott hastily shoved the little package, along with the paper into his pocket. It was clear he didn’t want Amanda to know about it.
“You look gorgeous, and Merry Christmas, Amanda,” Scott said brightly.
He was a good actor, Ciel thought. He could switch from one mood to another on demand. That’s why he could never be sure what in hell he was feeling. He kept it all inside.
The meal was delicious and passed in a pleasant lull. After dessert, Amanda stood up and said, “Come into the living room boys. I want to give you your Christmas presents.”
* * * *
Ciel and Scott rose from the table, Ciel with his refilled wine glass in his hand, and went to sit in the living room. The tree was beautifully decorated, standing tall near the blazing fireplace. The twinkling lights reflected brightly off the highly polished oak floor. Scott sat down on the sofa, Ciel took a place on the shag rug in front of the fire, and Amanda walked to the tree. She handed both Scott and Ciel an envelope. “Open it,” she said.