Date: Sat, 06 Apr 2002 22:47:57 +0000 From: Java Biscuit Subject: Babying Reuben, chapter twelve 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. Other stories of mine can now be found in the prolific writers' index. Feedback, always appreciated: javabiscuit@hotmail.com Babying Reuben ~ chapter twelve by Biscuit The Tracks almost shorted Reuben's circuits. The dance bar was a sensory blast furnace; music, lights, air thick with smoke like a fog, and heavy with the smells of liquor and pungent sweat. He clung to Jean, eyes roaming the mulit-leveled dance floor and upward into the rafters. It looked like alien space ships hanging overhead, spinning, flashing and shooting laser rays of color. And everywhere around him, men. Hard chests glistening with sweat. If he'd been by himself he might well have frozen up, gaping, a foot inside the door. With Jean he made uneven progress through the crowded room. Every few feet someone would stop them to greet Jean with a word, a signal, a touch. So many men. Reuben tried to narrow his senses down to the feel of Jean's waist, the hard curve of his shoulder where he wanted to hide. He knew he was being looked at, appraised, referred to, but couldn't make out a word, stunned that people tried to talk at all. He saw there was a way they did it, leaning in close to each other, talking right into each other's ears. He didn't like seeing so men press their faces so close to Jean's. He found he could hear better when they reached the bar at the side of the room. David and Daniel were there. And Joey, in a costume that made Reuben stare. Tiny red velvet shorts trimmed with fake white fur and black boots. He had a beer in his hand and was dancing a little as he drank. "You missed my set, you bastard," Joey complained. "But you'll get another chance in about forty-five minutes. Meantime I get to hang around looking hot." "Very, very hot," Jean said, which made Joey grin. Reuben tried not to let his face show his dismay. He's just being polite, he told himself. True enough though, Joey did look very hot. Reuben tried not to stare at his red velvet crotch, trying to remember if Joey's cock was really that big. David caught him looking and Reuben willed himself not to blush. He was glad Jean had dressed him and understood why he'd vetoed wearing anything more than a light tee-shirt. He was already sweating. It was better when Jean handed him a shot glass, leaning close the way the others had done to him. "Drink it up, baby," he said, and Reuben's heart beat with pleasure. Jean was here with him, after all, not to see all these men, not to look at Joey or to talk to David. The shot was thick, sweet and strong and Jean handed him an ice cold beer to chase it with. The hot bloom of the liquor and the cold beer down his throat were both more than welcome sensations. And Jean was watching him drink, smiling. Reuben couldn't help his own smile then. With me, he thought. All of these men, and it's me Jean's with. Then, as if to forcibly remind him of how it was he'd come to be with Jean, Marcel appeared. Reuben was jealous of how at ease Marcel seemed to be, sashaying through the crowd of bodies. He wasn't shirtless but he might as well have been; the strap of his tank top was slipping off his shoulder, exposing his smooth rounded chest. "Oh my," said Marcel, eyes skimming past Reuben with no more than the briefest nod. To Jean he said, "Don't you think you owe me a few more bucks for this one?" Reuben didn't hear what Jean answered and hid his discomfort by downing more beer. He heard Marcel laugh. Reuben stepped closer to Jean, putting himself between his lover and the blond. Jean put an arm around him, drawing him close to his side. Reuben fit himself in, resting his face for a moment against the hollow of Jean's shoulder, feeling the warmth of him on his cheek. Jean's lips brushed his forehead and Reuben relaxed. He saw David's glance at him, felt his disapproval and congratulated himself on pissing him off. This was a vantage point from which the dance floor was a beautiful spectacle, not a threatening one. With Jean's hand trailing down his back, Reuben could take it all in with pleasure. Another shot, handed to him by David. Reuben downed it and began to feel seduced by the beat of the music; it pulsed right up through the floor. I want to dance, he thought, and was going to say so to Jean when Benny appeared. The boy was shirtless, his strawberry blond mop damp and his cheeks bright with color. "It's you," he exclaimed, beaming at Reuben. And Reuben felt a surge of pleasure. At least someone's happy to see me here, he thought. "You've got to dance with me," Benny said. He was tugging him by his tee-shirt. "Take this off, okay?" And to Jean, "I want to dance with the baby, I swear I'll bring him back." Reuben was unsure, but Jean was letting go of him, setting down his beer. "Dance with Benny," he said. "I'll fix your tee-shirt." His fingers were at Reuben's waist, tugging the cloth out of his jeans. The feel of Jean's fingers touching his stomach made his cock take notice. He lifted his arms for him to pull the shirt over his head and off, feeling his nipples tighten when the cloth grazed over them. He loved the way Jean looked at him then and wished he was the one taking him out on the dance floor. As if he'd heard him speak the thought out loud, Jean leaned close and said, "I'll be there soon." He was tying the tee-shirt around Reuben's hips like a scarf and he patted his backside. "Go on." --------------------- Jean felt no particular urge to dance. The truth was he'd have been just as happy, if not more, to be home on the couch with Reuben, or in bed. Ah, you're just getting old, he chided himself. There had been stretches, in his early twenties when he and David had ended every weekend night in this place. A lot of week nights, too, he thought. As if the day wasn't complete that didn't end here. The Tracks drew guys from a hundred miles around, the biggest of the clubs. There were smaller places Jean liked better, but there'd always been the sense that they'd be missing something if they didn't come here. Even before meeting Reuben he'd stopped feeling that way. Now, though, he had less interest than ever. "It's good for the kid to get out, don't you think," David said. "Meet some guys." "Fuck you," Jean said lightly, but meant it. "Look at him. He's barely gotten his feet wet. Think you could have done happily ever after at fifteen?" "Sixteen," he corrected automatically. But the truth of it nagged at him. "You're probably his first," David said. "You can't honestly think you'll be the last." "What do you want, my permission to fuck him?" "Down boy, I don't want to fuck him. If I did," he half-joked, "I would. And don't think you could stop me. But I think Benny's got it bad." Jean shook his head, unconvinced by David's professed lack of interest. He took the comment as David's usual brand of bravado. Benny and Reuben. About as threatening as the thought of a pair of puppies tumbling around in the grass. The memory of Benny climbing over them in David's bed, pushing his way into Reuben's arms, made his dick stir. He wondered where Daniel had wandered off to, and then saw him, dancing with a pony-tailed blond boy. Were he and Benny already done with each other? So fast these things flared up and died out. How many times had it been like that for him? Many. Not a very reassuring thought as his eyes found Reuben. David's right, he thought. Crazy to think he'd be the first and last for him. And yet it was exactly what he wanted. He looked at David, who was lifting a pair of shots off the bar. He held one out to Jean and tossed his own back quickly. "If I know you, and I think I do," David said as Jean tipped the shot back, "you're about ready to hit the dance floor." His hand slid familiarly down Jean's back, "Don't worry, we'll close in on your baby and make sure Benny isn't doing him out there." "It's not Benny I'm worried about," Jean said, letting himself be steered into the press of bodies. How many times had he done this with David? The two of them cruising together. Always the edge of competition and something else. Flirting with each other, attraction to each other like an undercurrent threatening to erupt; measuring potential partners against the barometer of whether or not the guy was hotter to them than they were to each other. It wasn't a game Jean wanted to play with him now. Reuben and Benny had attracted a crowd of dancers around them that looked like a swarm of sharks to Jean. He was about the part the sea of them when he felt David's arm circle him from behind, pulling him back against his swaying body. "Let him dance," David said against his ear. "He's having a good time, let him go for awhile." David had both of his arms around him then, moving Jean with the motion of his hips, his torso. It wasn't hard to move with David. It was seductively easy; the beat traveled from David's thighs into the backs of his legs. It couldn't hurt, thought Jean, to let Reuben keep dancing with Benny, to let him stretch his wings on the dance floor without being hovered over. But, God, whenever the bodies shifted, revealing Reuben's bare shoulders and slender arching back under the colored lights, Jean wanted to be holding him. As if David had sensed he wasn't going to take off, his hands started to roam over the front of Jean, down to his hips and then up his stomach, teasing his tee-shirt out of the front of his jeans; a thing he'd done to him many times on this dance floor. -------------------- He felt loosened and aroused and exhilarated. Benny was a playful dance partner, mirroring Reuben's moves and then teasing him by turning around to wiggle his small round ass at him. Reuben didn't mind Benny's flirting. He went along with it until the boy's thin bare arm wrapped around his neck, pulling him so close that their chests were pressed together. Reuben thought he was going to say something to him but instead got an earful of tongue. He laughed but wiggled away from him. He wiped at his damp ear and shook his head. It was then he turned his back on him to get some distance and saw Jean. Reuben was struck between alarm and staring at the sight he glimpsed of Jean displayed in David's arms, barechested, head dropped back on David's shoulder. He looked so beautiful it was painful that it should be with David holding him. Reuben walked away from Benny, pushing his way through bodies that had closed up in a wall against between him and them. He saw Jean catch sight of him and the alarm inside shut off. Jean pulled away from David effortlessly, and was already holding his arms out to him. Mine, he thought, seeing him through yet another prism than he had before. To him, Jean was the essence of grown up, a daddy. But now he was seeing how young he was -- his hair nearly loose from its tie, his hard slim upper body painted with light, tee-shirt swinging like a tail from his back pocket. Reuben felt a whisper of fear. Why should Jean give everything up to be like a parent to me? What do I give him? But then Jean was reaching for him and Reuben felt strong hands curved under his armpits, lifting him. His thoughts flew from him with a laugh as he felt himself rise in the air and he instinctively wrapped his legs around Jean. For a long, very intoxicating, moment he was astride Jean's hips, being kissed with enough heat and hunger to banish any doubts he had that he was exactly what Jean wanted. Even David's continued presence near them couldn't dent Reuben's happiness. He became like a small moon dancing around the sun. Spotlights hit the half dozen raised platforms through the room and the speakers throbbed with a heavy tech drenched Here Comes Santa Claus. Jean took Reuben's hand. He led him to the darkened edge of the dance floor where he leaned against a post and drew Reuben in front of him, pointing for Reuben to look up. And there was Joey. As Joey gyrated in a burst of glittering confetti, Reuben was pulled into the valley of Jean's thighs and flush to his chest. He felt Jean's hand stroking down his sweat damp stomach, under the edge of his jeans, teasing at the top of his underwear. Reuben sucked in his breath, spreading his legs. His blood was pounding. Joey's dancing was blatant, beautiful, and Reuben was incredibly turned on by watching his velvet hips grind. Jean fingers dug under the elastic, curving around his cock and stroking downward. Reuben's groans were lost in the loud music as he let himself go, thrusting into Jean's grip until he bathed his lover's hand in cum.