Date: Sat, 09 Mar 2002 01:12:23 +0000 From: Java Biscuit Subject: Babying Reuben, chapter ten This is a story involving male/male graphic sex and it's not intended for reading by minors. If you are underage, or this type of material is illegal where you live, please stop now, and go read something else! This is a fantasy meant only for the purpose of pleasurable reading. For those who've asked, my other stories in this archive are: Boy In A Pink Box, Vancouver Island, Willow and Back To The Playground. They may be found in either the Adult/youth or Young Friends sections. Feedback to javabiscuit@hotmail.com Babying Reuben ~ chapter ten by Biscuit Reuben was disoriented and thirsty when he woke up. In the darkness he heard ice tinkling in a glass, it made him thirstier. He was in a bed, warm, his christmas cat in his arms under a thick duvet. "Hey," he heard a whisper and saw the shadowy shape of Benny. Reuben gave a start and looked around. He was surprised to see he was in a very large bed. To the side of him Jean was on his back, sound asleep. And to the side of Jean there were other body shapes in a shadowy terrain. He had no memory of getting in the bed and wondered just how much "milk" he'd had to drink. "Hey," Benny whispered again and Reuben looked around. The boy was kneeling on the floor next to the bed, sipping from a tall glass of something, with a straw in it. Accustomed to the dim light now, Reuben saw that Benny was smiling at him "I was just peeking at you sleeping," said Benny, his voice as quiet as a feather. "I had to get up and get a drink." Reuben cleared his throat. His eyes must have betrayed his thirst, staring at the tall glass because Benny held it out, offering the straw and Reuben gratefully leaned forward, sucking up a big gulp of icewater. "Thanks," he whispered. "Sure." Benny set the glass on the bedside table and Reuben saw him shrug off his robe, letting it pool around him on the floor. His eyes widened at the sight of Benny's moonlit naked body, naked that is except for the puffed shape of his diaper. Seeing it, Reuben realized that he too was snugged into one. His cock stiffened in the hot moist binding of it and he was glad that it was probably too dark for Benny to see the blush he felt rising to his face. It surprised him, but didn't bother him when Benny kissed him. If it had been anyone else, Reuben thought, feeling Benny's lips teasing his, the kiss would have thrown him into a panic. To find David, or Joey, or Daniel kneeling beside him, looking at him in the dark, would have been frightening. But Benny? He was too funny and cute to be afraid of. Reuben could feel the smile on Benny's mouth between kisses. "Want to come out and play?" the boy murmured low, near Reuben's ear. Reuben shook his head. That, he thought, Benny or no, would be too scary. Instinctively he backed up, closer to Jean. He was amazed to see that Benny seemed to take that as an invitation to climb into the space he'd made by backing away. Reuben's heart sped up as a tangle of smooth cool limbs crowded him. He heard a barely suppressed giggle come out of Benny. A knobby knee was wedging between Reuben's legs, followed by the slide of a silky thigh and the press of his crotch; unmistakable, Benny's erection rubbing against Reuben's in spite of the padding that muted the sensation. Oh God, Reuben thought, I shouldn't be doing this. His cock got harder as Benny's mouth bumped against his, lips open and moist, and he felt the boy's cold hands on him. As he grew more uneasy about kissing Benny, he suddenly wondered who was on the other side of Jean. Had someone, maybe Joey, gotten next to Jean like this? Now Reuben did panic. It flowed up in a wave from his chest, distracting him from Benny's warm wet mouth. He pulled back, turning away, having to see who was next to Jean. Jean's hair was loose from its ponytail, spilling over the pillow, his head turned to the side away from Reuben. Not caring if he woke him, Reuben leaned across him, peering through the dark. But he didn't have to see to know that someone was much too close! He felt the hand between Jean's legs as he leaned over him, and then he made out David's face, his sleeping profile on the pillow only inches from Jean's. Damn. He felt Benny's hand on his back but ignored it. He had grasped David's wrist and was pushing his hand away from Jean, waking both of them a little, but he didn't care. He just wanted David away from Jean. So blind, he thought. I've been a fool! Reuben saw scenes replaying in his head, scenes of David since the first time in the bar, leading up to this, the sight of him curled so intimately toward Jean in his sleep. So obvious, he thought. David's in love with Jean. He saw Jean stir, eyes opening slightly, taking him in; heard him draw in a deep breath. Reuben lowered himself on top of him, possessively, fighting the urge to somehow shove David further away. "What?" Jean said, sleepily, and Reuben was more soothed than he could say by the feel of his lover's arms coming around him, his hands on his back. He brushed Jean's lips with his and teased him with the tip of his tongue. Under his wrapped crotch he felt Jean's cock stirring and it made him hotter, knowing he was exciting him. God, it feels so good to do this, Reuben thought, tangling his fingers in Jean's loosened hair. Why do I always wait for him to touch me? Jean was waking more fully, his hands roaming. Reuben felt them curve around his ass, squeezing, Jean's hips pressing up into him. He'd lost track of Benny. Now he felt a third hand on him, stroking the back of his thigh. And then another hand touching him. It had to be David! He was stroking the back of Reuben's leg, now reaching between his legs to touch Jean. Reuben imagined himself telling David to fuck off but couldn't bring himself to actually do it. Jean was kissing him harder, his hand inside the plastic pants and Reuben felt his fingers pressing between his covered cheeks. Then inside. When Jean's finger pushed through an opening in the diaper, teasing at his wet hole, Reuben groaned low in his throat. It was a crude tactic Reuben chose next, he knew, but it was the first thing he could think of to block David's access to Jean. He rolled off Jean, deliberately landing on David, and he heard a quiet 'oof' sound as his ass butted into the man's stomach. He turned around quickly, backing up to Jean. "Stop wiggling around so much," Jean said softly, but Reuben could hear the laugh in his voice. Better yet he saw David turn away. He knew he'd caused a commotion that was rippling through the bed, displacing bodies, but he didn't care. He felt Benny climb over them and land in front of him. The dark bedroom was coming to life with the sounds of waking and shifting bodies but Reuben was intent on Jean. The man was pressed up hot against his back, kissing his shoulder, the side of his neck; his hand on Reuben's hip, tugging open the snaps of the plastic pants. Yes! thought Reuben. It didn't matter at all then if Benny was there, snuggling up to the front of him. To Reuben it was almost like his cat or his bear had come to life as he hugged Benny. What mattered was that Jean was fucking him. ------------------------- The boy had been half asleep, pliant and sweet, when Jean had gotten him ready for bed. It was late. Very late. David had shown up with a drink as Jean had lazed beside his sleepy young lover by the fire; Reuben naked and clean. "The others gone to bed?" Jean asked. "Yep, last I saw Joey was flipping Danny over to show him he's not much of a Daddy after all. Benny's dead to the world." "Benny is pretty cute," Jean said, sitting up to accept an offered glass. Over all he felt pleased with the way the evening had gone. He felt closer to Reuben and good about David, who'd done nothing to raise any alarms. "Nice party, old man," he said. "You outdid yourself." "Well, I had a new lamb to impress, didn't I? Seemed to be enjoying himself." "I think so," Jean agreed, eyes traveling over Reuben who was spread out on the quilt and pillows, his cat in the crook of his arm. Reuben's bare cock looked rosy and plump on his thigh, as angelic as the rest of him. "Are you sure it's such a good thing to get so serious, so fast, Jean? He's very young." "He is," Jean agreed. "Very young." "I was only half joking when I said you spoil him," David said. Jean sighed, looking up from Reuben. He found David looking at him, seriously. "I don't spoil him," Jean said. "Overindulge then, whatever. You hardly took your eyes off him all night. You waited on him hand and foot. It wouldn't hurt him to learn a few social skills, you know. They come in handy." "Ah, you're just jealous," Jean laughed. "What bugs you is he didn't take his eyes off me. Hand me one of those things." Jean pointed at the box of disposable diapers sitting under the christmas tree. "Unless you want this baby wetting your bed in the night." "Does he?" "Hasn't yet," Jean said. "But he's never gone to bed this drunk -- thanks to you." "Yeah well, it worked didn't it?" "Hand me that paring knife," Jean said, nodding at the tray of fruit and cheese still sitting in the middle of the coffee table. He used it to cut a small slit in the diaper and grinned at David. "You never know, I might get lucky when he wakes up. Wouldn't want to mess up your linens." "Jesus. You fuck him like that?" "Don't get any bright ideas, he's sleeping on the other side of me, on the outside of the bed, and I'll wake up if you lay so much as a hand on him." Reuben was so sound asleep by then that he never woke fully as Jean diapered him. His gray blue eyes opened to slits, unseeing, his limbs moved laxly in response to Jean's prompting. His cock swelled but didn't get hard as it was tucked into the diaper's folds. Jean leaned down to press a kiss against the slight bulge of it between Reuben's legs, finding it irresistible. "You're pathetic," David murmured. "And he is spoiled rotten." Jean only laughed. He urged Reuben to sit up and helped him to his feet, but as soon as he got him up he lifted him into his arms. "Bedtime for this baby," Jean said. "You staying up?" "Are you crazy?" David said, following. "If I don't get in that bed now, I'll never pry my way in." Jean was more than familiar with David's spacious bed. He'd crawled into it after many a party, among any number of bodies. He'd slept there alone with David the last time they'd considered that there might be something more than friendship between them. It never lasted. There was no question that attraction between them flared hot at times, but there was a big question about what they'd do about it. Their friends called it the battle of the tops. They seemed to have a two week limit of tolerating each other in bed before one or the other wanted out from underneath. With Reuben tucked in his arms, Jean was drifting toward sleep when he felt David press up close to his back, hard cock against his ass. "Don't even ..." Jean said, sleepily, turning on his back. "You are so ungrateful," David whispered. Jean felt his friend's long body stretched along his side, David's face close, hovering near enough to kiss him. "And you are so drunk," Jean sighed, letting David kiss him, tasting the scotch underlying the toothpaste. "Go to sleep, David." "Jerk me off," he said so quietly Jean almost felt the words against his mouth more than hearing them. Not believing David would stay conscious long enough to get off, he nevertheless wrapped his hand around the hard dick sliding against his thigh. Jean fell asleep like that, not awake long enough himself, to know if David ever did come.