by D. J. Manly
He was standing up now, beginning to take off his own pants. He reached for Ciel’s arm. “Fuck me now … take me over there on the grass.”
“That will be enough for today,” Scott said, standing up. “We don’t want to wear out our boy here, do we?”
Ciel was already pulling on his underwear and shorts.
“Come on man,” the pool guy said, “we could have a great time here. You could join us,” he said, looking at Scott.
“No, thanks. It’s getting late now.”
“But I haven’t cleaned the pool,” his eyes were on Ciel.
“Come back tomorrow,” Scott told him.
The pool man picked up his equipment and left.
“That wasn’t very nice,” Ciel said. “How do you know I didn’t want to fuck him?”
“Did you?” Scott demanded.
“Maybe.”
“Well, you should have spoken up then. We can’t be having the service men give us blow jobs. Amanda wouldn’t approve.”
“Umm, did you enjoy watching?”
“Pretty routine stuff … a little boring.”
Ciel laughed slightly.
“So, how’s the writing going?” Scott asked, going to sit down again.
“Fine. How’s tricks?”
“Ha, ha … so hilarious. If you mean, am I getting any, yes, plenty. You?”
“I told you, I prefer to spend my time…”
“Right, a vow of chastity. I forgot,” he muttered.
“Besides,” he said halfheartedly, “Amanda will be home soon. I’m saving it all up for you.”
“How considerate,” Scott replied.
“I never did get that swim, did I?” Ciel murmured. “I’ll come back for one tonight.”
Scott didn’t comment. He just watched Ciel walk back into the house. A few seconds later, he undid the zip on his shorts and slipped his hand inside. He pressed on his cock a few times in an attempt to relieve the ache.
* * * *
Ciel sat down at his computer and began to write. He punished the keyboard with his anger, frustration and pain. Finally he stopped, realizing that he was hyperventilating and his face was damp with tears. He looked at the screen and reread what he had just written. They were no longer being observed. The truth was there, standing naked in front of them. Love. He wanted him to throw himself at his feet, to admit that his heart longed only for him … to only want him … no one else because no other man could possibly satisfy the ache deep inside. But he didn’t throw himself at his feet. He didn’t declare his undying love for him … not only did he take the opportunity to be with other men, he openly offered him to someone else … Ciel wiped his face.
He had to make a decision. He couldn’t keep avoiding him … and as soon as Amanda came home, they would be together again. On the other hand, he couldn’t just walk away either because he knew when he walked out that door, he’d never see him again. Right now, he couldn’t bear the thought.
* * * *
Amanda listened to Scott as he talked. His voice was lulling her to sleep. She had come home a few days early. She missed her boys … but she knew there was another reason.
Scott had been sitting out by the pool at three in the morning. He wasn’t sleeping. He was just sitting there staring up at the sky.
“What’s wrong?” She asked him after they had embraced and she had explained her earlier arrival.
“You look pensive.”
He made them both a drink and then returned to sit outside with her. “Not pensive. Just can’t sleep. I’ve been out partying a lot and I think my clock is screwed up. How was your trip?”
“Fine. I made some new investments, put the rest in the hands of my financial advisor. I’m in good shape. Are you happy, Scott?”
He lifted the drink to his lips. “Am I ever happy?”
She smiled. “No, but let’s put it another way. Are you as happy as it is possible for you to be?”
“I don’t think bringing Ciel here was a good idea,” he said suddenly, draining his glass.
“Why not?”
“He’s just not right, that’s all.”
“Right for you, or right for me?”
He stared at her.
“I picked him for me, love, not you … although I had you in mind. I thought if he turned me on, he’d do the same for you. You’re not telling me he doesn’t turn you on, are you?”
“He’d turn on a castrated priest,” Scott said, making Amanda laugh.
“So what’s the problem?” She asked lightly.
Scott fell quiet. “Nothing. I guess I miss it just being you and me, with different tricks.”
“Eventually it will be again. Maybe sooner than you think.” The ice clicked in her glass as she picked it up.
“What do you mean?” Scott raised an eyebrow.
“I doubt Ciel will stay with us beyond the summer.”
He stiffened. “Why do you say that?”
She shrugged. “Just a hunch.” Standing up, she yawned. “I’ve got to go to bed. See you tomorrow hon.”
Scott watched her walk off. He closed his eyes and sighed.
Chapter Seven
Ciel didn’t know that Amanda had returned until he came home from the university where he had spent the afternoon buying the rest of his textbooks. She greeted him with a hug and announced a special dinner. He had mixed feelings about her homecoming. It meant play time for Scott was over, but it also meant he would have to make love to Scott again. His body was eager but his heart was running for cover.
At eight o’clock he made his way to Amanda’s bedroom where a luscious seafood buffet was laid out, replete with champagne. Amanda was already drinking by the time he arrived. When he walked into the room, she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him passionately on the mouth. Scott was sitting on the bed in blue pants, and a silvery blue shirt that was hanging open. “I told Scott that he had great tits,” she slurred, leaning down and twisting one of Scott’s nipples. “Don’t you think, Ciel?”
Ciel reached out a hand to steady her as she went to hand him a glass of champagne. She giggled, leaning against him, then reaching out and clutching his groin with her hand. “And you,” she murmured, kissing his neck, “you have the best cock in the world.”
Ciel looked over Amanda’s shoulder to Scott, who had drunk a fair amount of the stuff himself, and gave him a questioning look.
Scott grinned at him and shook his head.
Amanda began to undo Ciel’s shirt. “Take it off,” she instructed. “You have a beautiful body. Allow me and Scott to admire it.”
Ciel let Amanda take off his shirt. She tossed it at Scott. It hit him in the face. He laughed and threw it backwards on the huge bed. She pushed his shirt off his shoulders. “Don’t need that.”
Scott held out his empty glass for more, his eyes straying to Ciel’s pecs. Amanda filled it, spilling some on the carpet. “Come on, baby,” she said to Ciel, “drink up.” Amanda staggered a bit, then plunked down on the bed beside Scott. “Who has the most sensitive nipples?” She asked, raising the glass to her lips and drinking again.
Ciel took a sip of the champagne. He had never seen Amanda this drunk before.
“Definitely Ciel,” Scott said, draining his glass, and reaching for the bottle.
Ciel choked some on his champagne. “Me?” he said. “I’m not the one whose cock is attached directly to his nipples.”
Scott eyed him, filling his glass again. “That would be you, baby, not me.”
“Aha … a challenge,” Amanda giggled. “I love it. Okay, so put your nipples where your mouth is … or…” she laughed again. “You know what I mean. “Okay boys, strip down. Only nipple stimulation and the first one with a hard on, loses.”
“I love it,” Scott mused, “and what does the winner get?”
“Well, he gets to fuck the loser of course,” Amanda declared drunkenly. “Only thing is … it’s not really losing is it?”
Ciel swallowed the res
t of the champagne, savoring the last taste in his mouth. He watched Scott as he removed his clothes.
“Are we going into the other room?” Ciel enquired, reaching for the zipper on his pants.
“No. Let’s stay here,” she said, spreading out on the bed. “The fucking can take place on the bed this time. I want to stay on the bed when you do it.”
Scott was reaching for his hand now. “Come on,” he said impatiently. “Take them off, stud.”
Ciel met Scott’s eyes, lusty, slightly clouded with alcohol. His dark wavy hair was messy and he looked like a little boy suddenly, except for his cock which was already half way to being erect. “I think you’re going to lose this contest, Scott,” he said.
Scott actually closed his eyes for a moment. “I don’t really give a shit who wins. I just want to touch you.” He reached out for his cock but then heard Amanda scold him. “Nipple play only, hon.”
Ciel reached for a piece of the melted ice in the bucket. He placed a hand on Scott’s shoulder, slowly moving the ice over one of his nipples.
“That isn’t fair,” he managed, finding it hard to speak as Ciel gazed into his eyes.
“Fuck fair,” Ciel replied. “I want to fuck you tonight.”
* * * *
Scott’s cock twitched and lifted. Ciel dropped the ice and let his tongue lap over his cold nipple, then moved his thumb around the circumference of the other. Scott reached out for Ciel’s chest. As he touched his skin, he moaned slightly. It had seemed so long since he’d touched him. His cock twitched again as his eyes traveled down the length of Ciel’s torso.
“Your nipples are stiff and hard, your cock is too. Amanda,” Ciel said, glancing at her, “what do you say?” He used both thumb and forefingers to pinch Scott’s taunt brown nipples. As he did, Scott’s head went back and he let some air go between his teeth.
“Your nips are stiff too, Ciel darling, and your cock will be ripe for penetration any second now … but I’m afraid you’re right. Scott baby … you’re the loser tonight.”
Scott’s knees were shaking. He looked Ciel directly in the eye and said, “How do you want me?”
Ciel reached out his arms and pulled his body against his. For a moment he placed his lips in his hair and rubbed his cheek against it.
“Bring him onto the bed,” Amanda said, moving up to make room. She let her half filled glass fall onto the floor, and began to remove her clothes. She reached into her night stand to take out an expensive tube of some musk scented lubricant.
Ciel didn’t pay much attention. He turned Scott around in his arms and ran his hand over his chest, his stomach, and then caressed his cock and his balls for a minute. Scott ground his ass against his groin. He pushed him forward on the bed on his hands and knees, and parted his ass cheeks. Slowly he began to lick his anus.
Scott’s entire body shuddered. The pleasure built in him like a tornado as Ciel continued to stimulate him with his tongue and his fingers, reaching underneath to cup his balls and slap at his cock. Every once in awhile, he played with his nipples, just to keep them erect. He was moaning out loud, thinking he couldn’t take much more when finally Ciel dipped a finger in the lube Amanda had, and inserted the well oiled digit up inside of him. Ciel was taking his time, oiling his nipples as well with the residue before preparing to enter him.
Amanda oiled her fingers with the lube herself, stimulating her nipples and her clitoris with it, slowly working it in so that when it came time, her orgasm would be mind blowing. All the time, she watched Scott’s face. His eyes were closed, his tongue protruding and dampening his lips. The muscles in his face and forehead were contorted. When Ciel entered him, he cried out, urging him on.
“Baby … baby … yes … God … give me that cock.”
It was all Amanda needed to push her over the edge.
* * * *
Ciel withdrew from Scott as soon as he came. He had come fast and hard. Scott came seconds later. Ciel pushed himself away from his body and went to sit in the chair. He picked up the bottle of champagne and downed some, wiping off his mouth with the back of his hand.
Amanda smiled at him. “Um. That was nice, babe. Hard work, eh?” She giggled, then, looked at Scott.
“You’re drunk.” she accused.
“You too,” Scott said, finally getting his breath. He sat up and glanced over at Ciel. “That was hot. It’s okay to lose sometimes.”
Ciel raised the bottle to him in a kind of salute.
Scott reached for a piece of cheese and popped it into his mouth. “You know what I like about you?”
“I thought you didn’t like me at all,” Ciel raised an eyebrow.
“I like your ability to recover from fucking so quickly. I bet you would be good to go again.”
“If you give me a few minutes,” he said watching him.
Amanda slid down to the edge of the bed, wrapping her housecoat around her. “Let’s play truth or dare,” she said.
“What’s that?” Ciel enquired.
“We ask a question. If you don’t want to answer, you dare and then you have to do something you’re told to do. If you do answer, you must tell the truth.”
“I’m not playing,” Scott said.
“Oh come on, Scotty,” Ciel baited. “Be a trouper.”
Scott snarled at him.
“Go ahead, Scott, you ask first,” Amanda said.
“You have to play,” Scott pointed.
She nodded, but her eyes were already drooping.
“Okay, Amanda,” Scott said, piercing her with his eyes, “if you were to actually fuck one of us, which one would it be?”
“That’s easy,” she said, “Ciel.”
Scott’s eyes widened. “Why Ciel?”
“Because nothing ruins a relationship like fucking and I know you’re the one most likely to stay with me.”
Scott opened his mouth, then closed it.
Ciel laughed.
“My turn,” she said. “Ciel. How many women have you fucked in your life?”
“Ah…” he reached for a piece of cheese, “six or seven maybe.”
“That many?” She looked surprised. “Did you like it?”
“That was two questions,” he pointed out.
She laughed. “Your turn,” she said.
He turned to Scott. “What is it about me that scares you so much?”
Scott sucked in some breath. “Nothing. I’m not scared of you.”
“You’re not being honest,” Ciel accused.
“Yes I am. I said nothing about you scares me.” His voice raised an octave or two.
“Ask another question, Ciel,” Amanda insisted.
“Did you fuck another man when Amanda was away?”
“Did you?” Scott insisted, narrowing his eyes.
“It’s not your damn turn,” Ciel hissed. “Answer the question or choose dare.”
“It’s a fair question Scott,” Amanda said, curling up into a little ball now at the bottom of the bed, and closing her eyes.
“Fine, fuck you. Dare then,” he retorted.
Ciel smiled. “I dare you to sleep with me tonight in my bed.”
“It’s against the rules,” Scott shrugged.
“Amanda,” Ciel looked at her. “I didn’t say to fool around. I said to sleep with me.”
She sighed. Sleepily she said, “It’s only to sleep, Scott.”
“Unless,” Ciel insisted, “you think you can’t sleep with me without…”
“Give me a break,” Scott scoffed. “You’re not that irresistible.”
“Well then it’s not against the rules, is it, Amanda?” Ciel eyed her.
She mumbled something.
They knew she was drifting off to sleep. Ciel picked up his clothes and left the room. Scott turned out the lights and followed.
“You can put on your clothes now,” Scott instructed after they had closed the door.
Ciel raised his eyebrow, then shrugged. “Now, are you coming or what?”
> “You weren’t serious?”
“Deadly,” Ciel said. “A deal is a deal … or you could always answer that question,” he told him slyly.
“Forget it.”
“Then I’ll expect you. Bring your toothbrush,” he tossed as he walked down the hallway towards his room.
Scott muttered something under his breath then went to his own room and slammed the door.
* * * *
Ciel took a quick shower and hopped into bed. He left the dim bedside lamp on and waited. Scott still hadn’t come. Maybe he wouldn’t. Then he heard the door open, and close. Scott stood there with a pair of silk boxer shorts on and an old faded t-shirt.
When he came over to the bed, Ciel read the writing on his t-shirt and threw back his head and laughed. “I surrender? How cute.”
Scott raised one corner of his mouth a little. “It wasn’t intentional. It’s the first one I found, and don’t read anything into it.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Ciel said, opening the blanket and patting the place beside him. Scott climbed into bed. He punched the pillow a few times and turned on his side, his back to him. He tugged the blankets up around his shoulders and said, “Goodnight.”
Ciel laughed softly, then leaned over and turned out the light. “Don’t I even get a kiss goodnight…”
“No.”
“Okay, a handshake?”
“Not even.”
“Another present … a suitcase this time to go with my travel case?”
Scott started to laugh. He turned around in the bed, and said, “Will you shut up. You’re beginning to make me…”
“Make you what?” Ciel asked, reaching out and pulling Scott’s chest on top of his.
He struggled some, which only caused Ciel to hold him tighter. “Struggle baby, I love it.”
“Ciel,” he tried to push away from him. “You promised to be good.”
“No, I never made such a promise.”
“Come on,” Scott finally slipped from his grip. He turned back over on his side. “Go to sleep.”
Ciel moved closer to him. He placed his arm around him, and reached for his hand. To his surprise, Scott took it in his. Ciel placed a kiss on his temple, snuggling closer. “Sweet dreams, baby.” he whispered softly against his hair.