by Viva Gold
I woke up coughing and spluttering to discover I was on the floor of my shower. Remi was standing over me and Angel was naked by my side. Remi was still fully clothed. Clumps of puke swirled around before disappearing down the drain. I retched and heaved but nothing came out. I shuddered certain that a punishment awaited me but for once all I wanted to do was crawl under the covers; cuddle up to my men and go to sleep.
“I’m so sorry.” Tears welled in my eyes. I felt wretched and ashamed. Angel wiped the hair and water out of my face and helped me out of my sodden clothes. Remi hauled me up by my armpits so that Angel could wash me clean. “Why aren’t you talking?” my voice sounded raw and wobbly.
“Hush. Let Angel wash you so we can all go to bed. It’s been a long night.”
I complied mostly because I was so gobsmacked at his reply.
Wrapped in fresh white fluffy towels, Angel and I sat on the edge of the bed waiting for Remi to emerge from the bathroom. He was covered in my stinky puke so I understood why it took an age to wash out. When he finally appeared dripping wet with a towel hanging low on his hips, Angel and I let out a groan in perfect unison. Suddenly sleep was not the first thing on my mind. I rolled my lips between my teeth. Angel let his towel drop and lay spread-eagled on the bed. Naughty little imp. His pretty pink prick plumped up and he stroked himself hard.
“Let it alone Angel.” Remi shook his head. “Save it for tomorrow. What we all need now is a good night’s sleep.” Remi threw his towel back into the bathroom and strutted over to us. He tugged my towel off me and dropped it to the floor. “Get in bed both of you.” He managed a quick pat to both our bums before we snuggled under the sheets. The rooms were quite cool but our combined body heat soon warmed me up. I was sleepy as I tucked my face into Remi’s armpit. He smelled divine and with Angel spooning my back I felt as cocooned as could be. “Love you Jason.”
“Love you Remi.”
“Et moi?” A tentative little voice quivered behind me.
“Of course, Angel. We love you too.” Remi put an arm around us both and we were soon all snoring and snuffling our way to oblivion.
CHAPTER 20
Slowly, life began to follow a pattern. We spent a lazy summer at Greenall Manor indulging ourselves on all the delights my home had to offer. We took the horses out and taught Angel how to ride; he was a natural in the saddle and rode with an easy grace. He was a joy to watch and soon became a familiar face in the stables. He was ever so slightly obsessed with the horses but it was a healthy passion that built his muscles and gave him an overall glow from spending so much time outdoors. We made picnics and explored the grounds using the golf buggy taking turns to terrorise the gardeners and dogs. The four corgis trailed after us constantly particularly keen on Angel of course. Remi and I noticed he had a natural affinity with animals and I was pondering on whether a career as a veterinary might suit him. However, he’d been out on investigations with G & T a few times now and always came back excessively effusive about all the technical equipment and computer wizardry he’d witnessed. Apparently, Angel picked up how to use it with ease and accuracy and T thought him particularly bright. I was so proud of him I thought I would burst.
Remi was behaving unbelievably well. We had no more outbursts to the point I was almost missing his unpredictability. I wondered whether it was because he knew Izzy was keeping tabs. The moment Remi pushed the boundaries of our sex life would be the trigger for when Izzy got to show Remi what it was to sub for him. Remi was both eager and anxious about that so I suspected he kept his control in check until he felt brave enough to be at Izzy’s mercy. It was a big ask for anyone. Izzy was a renowned Master Dom with a vast array of skills. I for one couldn’t wait to see Remi in a scene with Iz, so much so that I began to push Remi’s buttons subtly but purposefully. Without a doubt, the best way to do that was to sass him and be rude to my mother. She could take it; he couldn’t.
That night at dinner I decided I’d had enough of the mostly vanilla sex we’d been having recently. My parents were setting off on their annual two-week cruise and the end of the summer was in sight. Soon Remi would be starting his Masters at Oxford and would probably be inundated with studying. I would be returning to work full time, although Izzy had agreed to let me work from home Mondays and Fridays for the moment. Angel was going to concentrate on learning English dividing his time helping around the estate and working with G & T. We would all be bogged down by daily life before we knew it.
“What time are you leaving?” I enquired of my parents.
Mummy answered of course. “We’re off in a couple of hours actually. Going to pop to Paris first and visit with Marc.”
Angel’s ears pricked up. He asked them if they would see the boys and when Mummy confirmed they would be, Angel wanted to leave the table to go and write some letters. I told him to hold up and not jump the gun and not to be so rude with his table manners. His face fell and Remi kicked me under the table. My mother rolled her eyes at me.
“Angel sweetie, don’t listen to Jason. Go write your letters and of course we will deliver them for you. We only just decided to go or we would have given you more notice.” Angel glared at me as he slid off his chair. He quickly kissed my Mum on the cheek then sped off to prepare his messages.
“He’s not your son, why do you insist on treating him like he is thus undermining me at the same time?” I placed my cutlery on my plate and wiped my mouth. Charlie looked pissed off and I was annoyed that the mood had escalated for real.
“As Angel is one of your boyfriends I will treat him with as much love as I do you. Angel deserves to be cherished. He is an amazing young man and I admit to having fallen in love with him totally.” My heart turned over in my chest. I couldn’t love my mother more; it just wasn’t possible. I was such an arsehole.
“Apologise to your mother.” Remi’s growl made my balls shrivel into my body. I turned to him slowly and arched an eyebrow at him in the most condescending way I knew how. He tutted, shaking his head. I had him. I knew that even if I apologised to Mummy, my punishment was already written in the stars. I mentally high fived myself.
Once Mother was suitably placated and I admitted she was of course right and I was horribly wrong, the rest of the meal passed smoothly. My parents told us their cruise itinerary which sounded exciting and we told them of our plans for the next couple of weeks.
“Well don’t work too hard all of you. You’re young and should be having fun.”
“Oh there will be lots of fun times, I can promise you Charlie.” Remi narrowed his eyes at me as he emphasised the word ‘fun’. My cock stirred in my shorts and I shifted in my seat. Remi threw me a knowing smirk. Cocky bastard. It only served to make my dick stiffer. I could already feel my bum smarting from his hands. The anticipation was killing me.
Angel trotted back in with a pile of envelopes in his hand. Each one bore his scrawl. I was saddened to see the recipients’ names followed by a number in brackets, but I guessed that’s how Angel had known them for so long it was a hard habit to break. Mother took them from him with a promise to bring back replies. I knew that Angel emailed his friends but nothing beat a hand-written letter, especially when you missed that person. My throat went dry and my eyes prickled.
I took Angel’s hand. “Angel, baby. In a few weeks, maybe we’ll take a few days in Paris to meet up with your friends?” The look of joy on his face was worth the suggestion and any inconvenience it may cause with work.
“Oh, I’d love that if possible.” He looked to Remi expectantly.
“Certainly, little one: anything for you.” Remi concurred and our young boyfriend beamed.
“I have an idea.” Charlie chirped up and I knew I wasn’t going to like it. She got a weird look on her face that told me she wasn’t going to take ‘no’ for an answer. “Why don’t we take Angel with us to Paris? Leave him with Marc for a few days and you can go collect him next weekend.” Before I could answer, Remi squeezed my arm tightly. It felt like a warning
.
“I think that’s extremely generous of you considering it’s your holiday.” Remi stated. “If Angel agrees then that would be lovely.”
“What!” I cried. “No!” I didn’t want Angel going back to France without us; I got a bad feeling. However, Remi misunderstood my objection for something more selfish.
“Let’s ask him, shall we?” Remi glared at me. Angel was definitely going to say ‘yes.’ He was missing his friends desperately.
“Oui, oui!” Angel shouted to the room. Apparently, his English had improved far more than we realised. I huffed and Remi chuckled. “Please let me go Jason.” He asked in adorably accented English.
I replied in French. “Angel, despite my over bearing ways. I am not the boss of you. It’s up to you if you want to go.”
“I do. Very much. But only for a few days or I will miss you too much.” He kissed me on the lips and I could feel the smile there. He was too cute and of course I couldn’t resist him.
“Go on you little minx; go pack your things.” I patted him on the bottom as he raced back out of the room. “Thank you Mummy. You’ve made Angel very happy. And if he’s happy then so am I.” I sighed. “But I’m going to miss him every minute he’s not here.” I chewed on my lower lip anxiously. Remi got up and came over to me. He pulled me into a hug and I may have snivelled a bit into his shoulder.
Just two short hours later, Remi and I were alone at the manor. It was eerily reminiscent of the time my parents visited London shortly before their gala dinner. I couldn’t believe that was only a few weeks ago. I shivered at how close Remi and I had become to splitting up then.
“Come to the gym with me.” Remi jolted me out of my momentary melancholy.
“Ok.” I reluctantly agreed. It wasn’t like he was giving me a choice.
We changed into our sports shorts and trainers; we each kept a set down there that one of the housekeepers washed straight after we’d worn them. There was a lot to be said for being stinking rich. I admired the way the black Lycra of Remi’s cycling shorts stretched over his thick and prominent thigh muscles. The outline of his big dick was clearly visible. My mouth watered and my mind wandered.
“Focus Jason!” Remi barked at me.
“How am I supposed to do that, with you brandishing that thing in my face?” I circled the air around his groin.
Remi yanked me towards him and kissed the living daylights out of me. “I’m going to enjoy having you to myself for a few days.” He left me reeling as he grabbed a towel and a cup of water from the cooler and hopped up on to the treadmill. Once I’d gotten full control of my senses I jumped on to the one next to him and we ran in silence for a while. I continued to jog on long after Remi had warmed up enough to move on to benching weights. I enjoyed the view of him flexing and straining and bulging in all the best places.
“Are you ogling me, cousin?” Remi cocked his head and grinned. He was holding a small barbell that he lifted repeatedly from his shoulder to above his head; first with one arm then the other. The dark wisps of his armpit hair grew wet with his sweat and I inhaled deeply fancying I could smell him all the way over here. I smiled coyly at him. I eased to a slow jog, then a walk until I finally came to a stop. I stretched out my muscles and was startled to discover Remi standing right over me once I’d finished. I inhaled taking advantage of his close proximity.
“You think I smell?” Remi growled. “You’re a bit ripe yourself.”
I don’t know why I felt so wobbly but something about Remi’s change in mood rattled me. My skin felt hot and tight and my balls felt heavy and tingly. My cock was being extremely treacherous with no regard for the confines of my red satin sporty short shorts. I had sprouted an obscene bulge which I was sure Remi could see.
Remi lifted me up and tossed me onto the weights bench. He laid his big sweat slicked body over mine and held my wrists way up over my head exposing my armpits in all their glistening glory. All I could do was writhe helplessly under his weight hoping that the bump and grind of our erections would be enough to distract him from his task. I had a feeling I knew what was coming and Remi did not disappoint.
I gasped and squealed as he ran the flat of his tongue across my armpit. It was in equal measures revolting; undeniably erotic, and ticklish. I groaned and giggled at the same time. I felt Remi smile against the sensitive flesh of my underarm. Then he turned and did the same thing to the other one working me into a state of fevered lust.
“Stop Remi, please. Oh God that feels fucking lush. Argh….” Remi tortured me on and off with the tip of his tongue seeking out my erogenous zones hidden beneath wisps of pale armpit hair. He inhaled deeply and often, igniting my entire body. I couldn’t take much more. I bucked my hips over and over but the man was not to be rushed. He nuzzled my throat allowing me a short reprieve. I fought to catch my breath.
“Tell me how that made you feel.” Remi demanded softly.
“Weird. It was deeply erotic yet I felt self-conscious because normally we do everything we can not to be too pongy you know?” I panted slightly to level my breathing.
“Hmm. I love the way you smell and taste whether it’s your arse or your mouth or now even your underarms.” Remi kissed me on the lips and I made every effort not to look too repulsed but he caught my hesitation. “You don’t seem convinced.”
“You’re bloody heavy. I can’t breathe.” I thought I’d deflect him but all he did was straddle my thighs. Remi continued to restrain my arms with one hand over my head and with the other he pulled on the waist band of my shorts until my cock bobbed free. He manoeuvred the elastic just under my balls shoving everything upwards.
“Will you just look at that…” I followed Remi’s gaze to where my dripping tip had deposited on my stomach causing a string of creamy pre-come to trail wantonly from cock to abs. He licked his lips and my cock swelled at the sight. Remi’s pupils were dilated with lust. I was stunned by the depth of his desire for me even after he had proved it over and over.
“My cock loves everything you do to me.” I was breathless.
“And your heart?” Remi asked.
“My heart is fit to burst with how much I love every part of you. Inside and out.”
Remi smiled. As I watched it turned into something mildly salacious and my breath hitched again.
“Every part of me you say?” I nodded dumbly at Remi’s affirmation. “Hmmm, let’s see shall we.” Remi shifted slightly and smothered my face with his armpit. I tried to fight him but he was too strong leaving me with no choice but to succumb to his will. I tentatively poked my tongue into the folds of his sweaty skin trying not to be too revolted. Remi laughed and wriggled over my face. “Have a taste mon cher.”
I swirled my tongue and lapped at his armpit surprised to discover how much I relished the task. Remi had the most enticing aroma which fast became my new obsession. I couldn’t get enough even when I realised he was no longer restraining me. I tapped his shoulder and he replaced his now drenched underarm with the other sweaty one. I went to work on it with my mouth while my hands danced up and down his damp flesh teasing at his nooks and crannies. Remi twisted and moaned and rutted into me. Abruptly he pulled away.
“Need to fuck you hard.” Was all the warning I received before Remi was off me. He flipped me over and wrenched down my shorts. I kicked them off and spread my legs.
“Yes, yes, fuck me Remi. Fill my hole. Make me come.” I yelled and shook and stuck my arse out as much as possible. I was rewarded with a swift slap to both cheeks.
“There’s my slutty whore. You crave my cock, don’t you?” I nodded frantically. Remi pulled me up around the waist and flung me against the wall. “Hold on to the fucking bar and don’t let go.”
I gripped the metal bar above my head. Remi nudged my legs apart with his knee. Soon I felt the wet head of his cock pushing my cheeks apart. For one horrific moment, I thought Remi was going to fuck me dry, but then I heard the familiar hawk from the back of his throat before a glob of phlegm lan
ded on my pucker. Remi used his cock to smear it around. Saliva was only marginally better than dry but I was too desperate to ask him to go fetch some lube. I flexed my pucker and Remi grunted slapping my cheeks until I felt them heat. Each brush of his hand over my sensitised flesh made me hiss. The endorphins were making me high and I began to sway and whimper and beg. Remi dragged his hands up the sides of my legs clenching my waist before teasing my nipples. He tugged on my newly inserted rings making me howl but soon silenced me with a big hand covering my mouth.
“Do you trust me?” Remi whispered against my ear. He licked the shell of it and nibbled the lobe. My arms buckled and I almost let go of the bar. I let out a weird noise from the back of my throat. “Good. You should.” He dropped his hands to my arse and spread my cheeks. He blew on my pucker and then he spat on it again. I felt his cock head poke at my hole and then a searing pain as his cock rammed right into me.
“Oh fffuck. Oh fuck.” I panted loudly as my body adjusted around Remi’s girth. He was already thrusting without a care for my comfort but I rose to the challenge and pushed back against him urging him to go harder, faster, deeper. The stretch and burn morphed into an intense pleasure. Remi hit my prostate every single time sending me soaring until my cock leaked like a tap that puddled the floor beneath us. Remi’s hand clamped over my mouth and nose without warning so that I had no time to draw breath. Before I could react, Remi fisted my cock using my pre-come as lube. He pumped me applying enough friction to build my pleasure but not enough to come. My balls felt like they were going to explode as my lungs fought for air. My vision grew hazy and I became light headed as I lost myself entirely to sensation. I was about to pass out when Remi let go of my face.
“Breathe.” He whispered into my ear. I heaved great gulps of air into my lungs while Remi feasted on my neck making my balls fizz and my cock swell impossibly harder. Remi refused to speed up even when I begged and bucked and sobbed for release.