Negotiations 48
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NEGOTIATIONS 48
JUSTIN’S POV
Something was up with Brian; he’d turned fifty and suddenly his submissive side stopped hiding in the shadows; it was starting to tail him which wasn’t what you expected at all. You thought that systemically (and expertly) fucking him and physically toying with him would affect his sexuality over time, but instead, it was weirdly affecting his emotional intelligence.
His submission isn’t about letting go; it’s about letting in.
An hour and a half before Dill’s impending arrival, you found Brian on your upper back deck stringing outdoor lights on the trellis. You questioned him, “Um, what are you doing?”
“Decorating,” he replied in his duh voice while balancing too precariously on the railing for your comfort.
“Okay, why?”
Brian looked back over his shoulder, “Well, it’s my birthday, and we’re having company tonight.”
You stepped closer and held onto his thigh to keep him steady, “I know I said anything goes, but no outside sex.”
“No outside sex for you,” he repeated back. “I just thought it would be nice to have drinks and that snack tray you threw together out here while we get him acclimated. It’s just a little atmosphere.”
“Okay, but since when have you cared about atmosphere?” you asked.
Brian hopped off the railing, “Um, since when haven’t I? You know I have an ambiance fetish.”
He was right: lighting, lamps, fireplaces, futons on floors and on and on and on. First, he buys exam table paper for Dill and now this. You tried again, “Okay, nevermind that. What are you going to wear?” That question was designed to get Brian to give you a hint as to what exactly was going to go down that night. He’d spent a good amount of time in the dungeon by himself, up and down those stairs all afternoon.
“Whatever I want,” Brian replied.
“Okay, what should I wear?” you tried again.
“Your normal clothes are fine.”
“Okay, well, new lights aside, that was not illuminating.”
*************
Brian beat you to the door when the doorbell rang, and you watched with slow motion anxiety as Dill stepped inside and handed Brian a gift, a very expensive bottle of whiskey. “What’s this for?” Brian asked.
“Just a housewarming gift,” Dill replied astutely, “No special reason. Just showing my appreciation.”
Brian smiled at him as you let yourself exhale. “Well, thanks. Come on in.” Looking at both of them standing there, you were struck by how handsome they looked next to each other, and how to anyone on the outside, they would likely assume that there’s a relationship there of some kind, but you could feel the space between them, the space where you fit in.
You took Dill’s hand, squeezing it, “You look hot as fuck. Come with me.” Brian took the hint and walked away as you pulled Dill into the theater. Dill was smiling widely at you. “You seem very happy,” you offered.
He confirmed, “I am.”
You blurted out your concern, “You brought him a present; I sort of freaked out for a second.”
“I didn’t say anything about his birthday,” he reminded you.
“I know. It’s fine. Listen, I don’t know what’s going to happen tonight. He won’t tell me anything.”
“That’s okay. I’m fine with that. I mean, it is his birthday. Let’s help him low key celebrate.”
“Okay. He’s out on our back deck. He put up little lights just for you. Go ahead and go. I just had an idea. Stall for me, okay?”
“Sure. No problem.”
As Dill walked down the hallway toward the back kitchen door, you ran back up the stairs to your gift wrapping station and searched for the tiniest gift bag you could find. It was solid red with striped tissue paper inside it, no doubt left over from some Christmas morning. Then you went searching for the gift. That took a little longer.
*************
DILL’S POV
Brian and Justin’s back deck was accessible through the kitchen, and once you stepped outside, you were pleasantly surprised. The deck was raised several feet off the ground and filled with nice outdoor furniture including a double bed sized folding chaise lounge and a deep cushioned sectional in the far corner with ample space to relax. Next to the empty chaise lounge was a small coffee table with a tray of food, bottles of wine, the whiskey you’d gifted and various glasses turned upside down.
“Help yourself,” Brian said from his position in the middle of the corner sofa. “Justin made that tray. He tends to culinate when he’s anxious.” He looked remarkably powerful sitting there with ample space on either side of him.
“Did you just make up a verb? Culinate?”
“I guess so,” Brian replied as he lit a cigarette, clearly satisfied with himself.
“Justin said he had to pee. This is a beautiful space, Brian; I really like this set up.”
Brian smiled, “It’s nice this time of year. Relaxing. We used to fuck out here sometimes in the summer, but too many bugs get on Justin’s nerves. I didn’t mind, though, because his ass can choke a dick when he’s scared.”
You assumed…and hoped….that such graphic small talk was just a confirmation of your intimate role in this threesome. You sat next to him with a plate of cheese and a glass of red wine. Brian rested his hand on your shoulder, “Glad you could come.”
“The pleasure’s all mine,” you answered.
Brian raised one eyebrow at you, “I’m pretty sure it will eventually be all mine.”
“Probably. Good point,” you laughed.
You could see Justin in the kitchen at that point, and as he stepped outside, he turned off most of the kitchen lights, bathing the deck space in a little more darkness. “Nice of you to join us,” Brian said.
Justin placed a tiny gift bag on the table next to the hors d'oeuvres and poured himself a double shot of the whiskey you’d brought, eventually sitting down on Brian’s other side. “Ooh, that whiskey you brought, that’s good stuff,” he remarked.
“Glad you like it,” you replied as Brian turned to Justin, watched him down his drink, took his glass from him and then kissed him with an urgency that made you look away for a second. You guzzled the last of your wine, finished your last bites of cheese, and put your dishes back on the small table. As you turned to go back to the sofa, Brian motioned for you to lie down where you were before, resting your head in his lap. Justin smiled down at you, stroking your hair.
“It’s so thick,” he complimented, “You’re so lucky.”
“Thanks.”
Brian spoke, “I want to learn a little more about you tonight before we play. Sound good?”
“Sure, whatever you want is fine with me.” You meant it, too.
Brian put his hand on your chest, the pressure begind his touch conveying authority as he spoke, “The first night we were at the loft together, you told us a pretty wild coming out story about your submissive urge. I want to know more. Take me a little deeper.”
“Deep in what way?”
“Flesh that out for me, having those desires at such a young age.”
“Okay, but I don’t want to be laughed at because it’s really weird.”
“We won’t,” Justin promised as he got up and sat by your feet, lifting your legs and scooting in so that your knees were bent over his lap.
You stared up at the first stars in the sky as day gave way to night and tried to explain, “I’ve had these bizarre Batman fantasies since I was around ten or eleven. Every night, I went to bed right on time, closed my door, and put myself in a trance by rocking back and forth in my bed, and every night, he would appear in the corner of my room in his black suit from head to toe, no eye holes even, with his arms folded like he wanted to scold me.” You stopped and surveyed their faces.
“Keep going; then what?” Brian urged you.
“Then he raped me.”
“Whoa. Hello. Explain that, please,” Justin requested.
“Okay. well, I know now that it was a rape fantasy, but as a kid, I didn’t understand what sex was much less rape. I just knew rape was supposed to be bad but I liked it. He came out of the corner every night and laid on top of me while I held onto my headboard until I came. Then he was just gone.”
“How did you come?” Brian asked, “You were jerking off?”
You laughed a little, “No, I never touched myself until I was much older; I came just from the fantasy. It wasn’t always a true ejaculation, sometimes it was just a wave of pleasure. I didn’t know what it was or what an orgasm even was, but it happened almost every night unless I wasn’t sleeping at home.”
“You got off from your imagination?” Brian asked.
“Yes. I’m neurodiverse. I can meditate like a beast.”
“So you imagined him on top of you every night until you came and that was it?”
“Oh, no, there was a lot more. I’m a lucid dreamer. I’d fall asleep tied up in the back of the Batmobile-“
“Is this for real?” Justin interrupted as his hand rubbed the inside of your thigh.
“Yes, and you promised not to laugh.”
“No laughing,” Brian assured you and warned Justin.
You continued, “I realize this sounds completely mental, but you asked me. Robin was there then, and they’d take me back to their super hero corporation office, stupid, I know. It was a retrofitted from an old hospital, and while one of them was logging me in as a prisoner with the receptionist, the other would rape me in the foyer like three feet away in the dirt of an indoor flowerbed like it was just a normal super hero day.”
“Wow,” Brian said, “So do you splooge yourself anytime they come out with a new Batman movie or whatever?”
“Ha ha. No, my Batman was just mine. He wasn’t in those movies. He was just a sinister pervert to me.”
“That’s Brian’s spirit animal, the ‘sinister pervert,’” Justin said. Brian reached over and thwapped Justin’s skull with his thumb and middle finger.
“Ow! Fuck, that hurt!” Justin exclaimed.
“Good.” Brian began fiddling with the buttons on your shirt, loosening the top two. He slid his hand beneath the fabric across your chest as he questioned, “So your fantasies were mostly non-consensual?”
“Pretty much, and the fact that they were meant that I told no one.” Brian nodded at this notion.
Justin began untucking your shirt from your jeans, his hand joining Brian’s underneath it. He asked, “So this was more than a rape fantasy; it was also a kidnapping?
“Yes, and before you ask, I’ll tell you where the medical fetish ties in. Depending on how long I could control my dream, I was kept in some prison-ish medical facility they had to be fucked whenever anyone wanted me-“
Brian interrupted you, “So if Aquaman wanted to bust a nut, you were available?”
“Exactly, and again, I didn’t know what that physically entailed because I didn’t know what heterosexual penetration was nevermind understanding gay sex.”
“How did you get exposed to this as a kid?” Brian wanted to know.
“I wonder about that all the time, and the only thing I can come up with is that I had a weird male authority/prisoner fetish that birthed all of this. I was never abused or anything. It doesn’t come from a dark place-“
“It’s a deep desire,” Brian observed.
“Right. I think a lot of superhero fantasies come from a child’s understanding of heroes and villains. The heroes are always good looking; the villains are super creepy looking.”
“Is that why you want to be our whore?” Brian queried. “Because I’m tall, dark and rich, live in a mansion and have my own Boy Wonder?” Justin burst out laughing and Brian shhhed him. “I mean we did sort of rescue you that night at Release.”
You told the truth, “I had zero expectation that I would meet anybody except my almost-hook up, nevermind a couple…a rich couple that lives in a mansion with a dungeon in it.”
“Why don’t we fight crime, Brian? Maybe we should,” Justin proposed.
“Too much paperwork. So if we want to use you as our submissive fuck boy, and we keep you prisoner in our dungeon, you’d enjoy that?” Brian asked.
“I mean, I can guarantee that I won’t hate it. I can promise you that,” you confessed.
“Interesting,” Brian added. “And you’ve convinced me that this desire comes from a real place and it’s not going away.”
“It never goes away,” you confirmed, “And I worry about being in a relationship some day and bringing this baggage to it because I cannot separate myself from this. It’s as real to me as my skin is.”
“For the record,” Justin said, “I was only laughing at Brian’s characterization of your state of mind, not at you. I believe what you’re saying.” He rubbed your cock over your jeans, “Because you’re really hard. And I think any fantasy that works for you is awesome. I feel sorry for people who can’t fantasize.”
You asked Justin, “What’s your fantasy? Don’t make me be the only one sharing shit like this.”
“I married my fantasy,” he replied, “And I know that sounds corny as hell but it’s true.”
You glanced up at Brian who was smiling at Justin. “Okay, Brian, what about you?” you tried.
Justin laughed a little and then went back to smiling at Brian, encouraging him, “Go ahead. Tell him about your fantasies.”
Brian looked a little miffed, flicked the end of his cigarette and told you, “I don’t have fantasies.”
Your brow furrowed, “Huh?” They were both still focused on each other’s faces above you so you tried to discern what was going on. “Justin, is he being serious? I can’t tell.”
Justin, still grinning, said, “Yes, he is. I’ll explain it for you, Brian, if that’s okay?” You watched as Brian nodded and accepted Justin’s offer. “Okay, Brian doesn’t have fantasies. He just lives them. He’s basically a walking talking fantasy himself; if he wants something, he’s already gotten it.”
“Wow. That’s a major statement.” But you could tell by the expression on Brian’s face that it was true. During that entire discussion, Brian had unbuttoned your shirt completely and your chest was bare. The breeze filtering through their backyard trees made your nipples stand firm. You reached over your head and gripped his thigh as they touched you. You were happy to be right where you were: at their mercy. Your fantasies were already starting up again as a static bliss pulsed through your entire body. As the three of you began to get up, Justin intervened, “Dill, I need a few minutes alone with Brian first. Can you take the food in and put it away for us? You’ll see the container on the counter. You nodded, “Of course, take your time.”
“*************
JUSTIN’S POV
You don’t buy birthday presents for Brian ever, although he does tend to lavish you on your birthday every year. It’s been a necessary and accepted inequity in your relationship, but seeing Dill’s arrival earlier had planted a seed in your brain. You knew exactly what to give Brian for this particular birthday.
Brian looked at you warily as you handed him the teeny tiny red gift bag. With a suspicious look on his face, he removed the first layer of tissue paper and announced, “Is this a metaphorical present, like this bag is empty so you’re giving me space?”
You laughed, “It’s not empty. Feel around.”
Brian felt the bottom of the bag and came across something wrapped in tissue paper. He set the bag aside and began to unravel the tiny present. When the blue pill fell out of its wrapping, Brian looked at you and smiled, “You’re giving me a Viagra for tonight?”
You felt ridiculously happy, “Yep. Take it now.”
“It’s the most perfect gift you’ve ever given me aside from your virginity.” He swallowed his birthday present and informed you, We’re going to send that kid so deep into subspace tonight that he’ll need a compass and a miracle to find his way back.”
Negotiations 49
Go back to Negotiations 47 or start from the beginning.
NEGOTIATIONS 48
JUSTIN’S POV
Something was up with Brian; he’d turned fifty and suddenly his submissive side stopped hiding in the shadows; it was starting to tail him which wasn’t what you expected at all. You thought that systemically (and expertly) fucking him and physically toying with him would affect his sexuality over time, but instead, it was weirdly affecting his emotional intelligence.
His submission isn’t about letting go; it’s about letting in.
An hour and a half before Dill’s impending arrival, you found Brian on your upper back deck stringing outdoor lights on the trellis. You questioned him, “Um, what are you doing?”
“Decorating,” he replied in his duh voice while balancing too precariously on the railing for your comfort.
“Okay, why?”
Brian looked back over his shoulder, “Well, it’s my birthday, and we’re having company tonight.”
You stepped closer and held onto his thigh to keep him steady, “I know I said anything goes, but no outside sex.”
“No outside sex for you,” he repeated back. “I just thought it would be nice to have drinks and that snack tray you threw together out here while we get him acclimated. It’s just a little atmosphere.”
“Okay, but since when have you cared about atmosphere?” you asked.
Brian hopped off the railing, “Um, since when haven’t I? You know I have an ambiance fetish.”
He was right: lighting, lamps, fireplaces, futons on floors and on and on and on. First, he buys exam table paper for Dill and now this. You tried again, “Okay, nevermind that. What are you going to wear?” That question was designed to get Brian to give you a hint as to what exactly was going to go down that night. He’d spent a good amount of time in the dungeon by himself, up and down those stairs all afternoon.
“Whatever I want,” Brian replied.
“Okay, what should I wear?” you tried again.
“Your normal clothes are fine.”
“Okay, well, new lights aside, that was not illuminating.”
*************
Brian beat you to the door when the doorbell rang, and you watched with slow motion anxiety as Dill stepped inside and handed Brian a gift, a very expensive bottle of whiskey. “What’s this for?” Brian asked.
“Just a housewarming gift,” Dill replied astutely, “No special reason. Just showing my appreciation.”
Brian smiled at him as you let yourself exhale. “Well, thanks. Come on in.” Looking at both of them standing there, you were struck by how handsome they looked next to each other, and how to anyone on the outside, they would likely assume that there’s a relationship there of some kind, but you could feel the space between them, the space where you fit in.
You took Dill’s hand, squeezing it, “You look hot as fuck. Come with me.” Brian took the hint and walked away as you pulled Dill into the theater. Dill was smiling widely at you. “You seem very happy,” you offered.
He confirmed, “I am.”
You blurted out your concern, “You brought him a present; I sort of freaked out for a second.”
“I didn’t say anything about his birthday,” he reminded you.
“I know. It’s fine. Listen, I don’t know what’s going to happen tonight. He won’t tell me anything.”
“That’s okay. I’m fine with that. I mean, it is his birthday. Let’s help him low key celebrate.”
“Okay. He’s out on our back deck. He put up little lights just for you. Go ahead and go. I just had an idea. Stall for me, okay?”
“Sure. No problem.”
As Dill walked down the hallway toward the back kitchen door, you ran back up the stairs to your gift wrapping station and searched for the tiniest gift bag you could find. It was solid red with striped tissue paper inside it, no doubt left over from some Christmas morning. Then you went searching for the gift. That took a little longer.
*************
DILL’S POV
Brian and Justin’s back deck was accessible through the kitchen, and once you stepped outside, you were pleasantly surprised. The deck was raised several feet off the ground and filled with nice outdoor furniture including a double bed sized folding chaise lounge and a deep cushioned sectional in the far corner with ample space to relax. Next to the empty chaise lounge was a small coffee table with a tray of food, bottles of wine, the whiskey you’d gifted and various glasses turned upside down.
“Help yourself,” Brian said from his position in the middle of the corner sofa. “Justin made that tray. He tends to culinate when he’s anxious.” He looked remarkably powerful sitting there with ample space on either side of him.
“Did you just make up a verb? Culinate?”
“I guess so,” Brian replied as he lit a cigarette, clearly satisfied with himself.
“Justin said he had to pee. This is a beautiful space, Brian; I really like this set up.”
Brian smiled, “It’s nice this time of year. Relaxing. We used to fuck out here sometimes in the summer, but too many bugs get on Justin’s nerves. I didn’t mind, though, because his ass can choke a dick when he’s scared.”
You assumed…and hoped….that such graphic small talk was just a confirmation of your intimate role in this threesome. You sat next to him with a plate of cheese and a glass of red wine. Brian rested his hand on your shoulder, “Glad you could come.”
“The pleasure’s all mine,” you answered.
Brian raised one eyebrow at you, “I’m pretty sure it will eventually be all mine.”
“Probably. Good point,” you laughed.
You could see Justin in the kitchen at that point, and as he stepped outside, he turned off most of the kitchen lights, bathing the deck space in a little more darkness. “Nice of you to join us,” Brian said.
Justin placed a tiny gift bag on the table next to the hors d'oeuvres and poured himself a double shot of the whiskey you’d brought, eventually sitting down on Brian’s other side. “Ooh, that whiskey you brought, that’s good stuff,” he remarked.
“Glad you like it,” you replied as Brian turned to Justin, watched him down his drink, took his glass from him and then kissed him with an urgency that made you look away for a second. You guzzled the last of your wine, finished your last bites of cheese, and put your dishes back on the small table. As you turned to go back to the sofa, Brian motioned for you to lie down where you were before, resting your head in his lap. Justin smiled down at you, stroking your hair.
“It’s so thick,” he complimented, “You’re so lucky.”
“Thanks.”
Brian spoke, “I want to learn a little more about you tonight before we play. Sound good?”
“Sure, whatever you want is fine with me.” You meant it, too.
Brian put his hand on your chest, the pressure begind his touch conveying authority as he spoke, “The first night we were at the loft together, you told us a pretty wild coming out story about your submissive urge. I want to know more. Take me a little deeper.”
“Deep in what way?”
“Flesh that out for me, having those desires at such a young age.”
“Okay, but I don’t want to be laughed at because it’s really weird.”
“We won’t,” Justin promised as he got up and sat by your feet, lifting your legs and scooting in so that your knees were bent over his lap.
You stared up at the first stars in the sky as day gave way to night and tried to explain, “I’ve had these bizarre Batman fantasies since I was around ten or eleven. Every night, I went to bed right on time, closed my door, and put myself in a trance by rocking back and forth in my bed, and every night, he would appear in the corner of my room in his black suit from head to toe, no eye holes even, with his arms folded like he wanted to scold me.” You stopped and surveyed their faces.
“Keep going; then what?” Brian urged you.
“Then he raped me.”
“Whoa. Hello. Explain that, please,” Justin requested.
“Okay. well, I know now that it was a rape fantasy, but as a kid, I didn’t understand what sex was much less rape. I just knew rape was supposed to be bad but I liked it. He came out of the corner every night and laid on top of me while I held onto my headboard until I came. Then he was just gone.”
“How did you come?” Brian asked, “You were jerking off?”
You laughed a little, “No, I never touched myself until I was much older; I came just from the fantasy. It wasn’t always a true ejaculation, sometimes it was just a wave of pleasure. I didn’t know what it was or what an orgasm even was, but it happened almost every night unless I wasn’t sleeping at home.”
“You got off from your imagination?” Brian asked.
“Yes. I’m neurodiverse. I can meditate like a beast.”
“So you imagined him on top of you every night until you came and that was it?”
“Oh, no, there was a lot more. I’m a lucid dreamer. I’d fall asleep tied up in the back of the Batmobile-“
“Is this for real?” Justin interrupted as his hand rubbed the inside of your thigh.
“Yes, and you promised not to laugh.”
“No laughing,” Brian assured you and warned Justin.
You continued, “I realize this sounds completely mental, but you asked me. Robin was there then, and they’d take me back to their super hero corporation office, stupid, I know. It was a retrofitted from an old hospital, and while one of them was logging me in as a prisoner with the receptionist, the other would rape me in the foyer like three feet away in the dirt of an indoor flowerbed like it was just a normal super hero day.”
“Wow,” Brian said, “So do you splooge yourself anytime they come out with a new Batman movie or whatever?”
“Ha ha. No, my Batman was just mine. He wasn’t in those movies. He was just a sinister pervert to me.”
“That’s Brian’s spirit animal, the ‘sinister pervert,’” Justin said. Brian reached over and thwapped Justin’s skull with his thumb and middle finger.
“Ow! Fuck, that hurt!” Justin exclaimed.
“Good.” Brian began fiddling with the buttons on your shirt, loosening the top two. He slid his hand beneath the fabric across your chest as he questioned, “So your fantasies were mostly non-consensual?”
“Pretty much, and the fact that they were meant that I told no one.” Brian nodded at this notion.
Justin began untucking your shirt from your jeans, his hand joining Brian’s underneath it. He asked, “So this was more than a rape fantasy; it was also a kidnapping?
“Yes, and before you ask, I’ll tell you where the medical fetish ties in. Depending on how long I could control my dream, I was kept in some prison-ish medical facility they had to be fucked whenever anyone wanted me-“
Brian interrupted you, “So if Aquaman wanted to bust a nut, you were available?”
“Exactly, and again, I didn’t know what that physically entailed because I didn’t know what heterosexual penetration was nevermind understanding gay sex.”
“How did you get exposed to this as a kid?” Brian wanted to know.
“I wonder about that all the time, and the only thing I can come up with is that I had a weird male authority/prisoner fetish that birthed all of this. I was never abused or anything. It doesn’t come from a dark place-“
“It’s a deep desire,” Brian observed.
“Right. I think a lot of superhero fantasies come from a child’s understanding of heroes and villains. The heroes are always good looking; the villains are super creepy looking.”
“Is that why you want to be our whore?” Brian queried. “Because I’m tall, dark and rich, live in a mansion and have my own Boy Wonder?” Justin burst out laughing and Brian shhhed him. “I mean we did sort of rescue you that night at Release.”
You told the truth, “I had zero expectation that I would meet anybody except my almost-hook up, nevermind a couple…a rich couple that lives in a mansion with a dungeon in it.”
“Why don’t we fight crime, Brian? Maybe we should,” Justin proposed.
“Too much paperwork. So if we want to use you as our submissive fuck boy, and we keep you prisoner in our dungeon, you’d enjoy that?” Brian asked.
“I mean, I can guarantee that I won’t hate it. I can promise you that,” you confessed.
“Interesting,” Brian added. “And you’ve convinced me that this desire comes from a real place and it’s not going away.”
“It never goes away,” you confirmed, “And I worry about being in a relationship some day and bringing this baggage to it because I cannot separate myself from this. It’s as real to me as my skin is.”
“For the record,” Justin said, “I was only laughing at Brian’s characterization of your state of mind, not at you. I believe what you’re saying.” He rubbed your cock over your jeans, “Because you’re really hard. And I think any fantasy that works for you is awesome. I feel sorry for people who can’t fantasize.”
You asked Justin, “What’s your fantasy? Don’t make me be the only one sharing shit like this.”
“I married my fantasy,” he replied, “And I know that sounds corny as hell but it’s true.”
You glanced up at Brian who was smiling at Justin. “Okay, Brian, what about you?” you tried.
Justin laughed a little and then went back to smiling at Brian, encouraging him, “Go ahead. Tell him about your fantasies.”
Brian looked a little miffed, flicked the end of his cigarette and told you, “I don’t have fantasies.”
Your brow furrowed, “Huh?” They were both still focused on each other’s faces above you so you tried to discern what was going on. “Justin, is he being serious? I can’t tell.”
Justin, still grinning, said, “Yes, he is. I’ll explain it for you, Brian, if that’s okay?” You watched as Brian nodded and accepted Justin’s offer. “Okay, Brian doesn’t have fantasies. He just lives them. He’s basically a walking talking fantasy himself; if he wants something, he’s already gotten it.”
“Wow. That’s a major statement.” But you could tell by the expression on Brian’s face that it was true. During that entire discussion, Brian had unbuttoned your shirt completely and your chest was bare. The breeze filtering through their backyard trees made your nipples stand firm. You reached over your head and gripped his thigh as they touched you. You were happy to be right where you were: at their mercy. Your fantasies were already starting up again as a static bliss pulsed through your entire body. As the three of you began to get up, Justin intervened, “Dill, I need a few minutes alone with Brian first. Can you take the food in and put it away for us? You’ll see the container on the counter. You nodded, “Of course, take your time.”
“*************
JUSTIN’S POV
You don’t buy birthday presents for Brian ever, although he does tend to lavish you on your birthday every year. It’s been a necessary and accepted inequity in your relationship, but seeing Dill’s arrival earlier had planted a seed in your brain. You knew exactly what to give Brian for this particular birthday.
Brian looked at you warily as you handed him the teeny tiny red gift bag. With a suspicious look on his face, he removed the first layer of tissue paper and announced, “Is this a metaphorical present, like this bag is empty so you’re giving me space?”
You laughed, “It’s not empty. Feel around.”
Brian felt the bottom of the bag and came across something wrapped in tissue paper. He set the bag aside and began to unravel the tiny present. When the blue pill fell out of its wrapping, Brian looked at you and smiled, “You’re giving me a Viagra for tonight?”
You felt ridiculously happy, “Yep. Take it now.”
“It’s the most perfect gift you’ve ever given me aside from your virginity.” He swallowed his birthday present and informed you, We’re going to send that kid so deep into subspace tonight that he’ll need a compass and a miracle to find his way back.”
Negotiations 49