Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2002 04:08:41 +0000 From: Java Biscuit Subject: Babying Reuben, chapter eight 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 completely fantasized story meant only for the purpose of pleasurable reading. These people don't exist, this world doesn't exist, outside of this story. Feedback to javabiscuit@hotmail.com Babying Reuben ~ chapter eight by Biscuit David's river front apartment was luxurious at any time of year, but in winter, with its oversized fireplace and velvety, deep cushioned sofas, it was pure seduction. At Christmas, the place was in its glory. The combined aromas of the wood fire, the tree and the feast David had prepared wrapped around them at the door and drew them inside. Jean saw Reuben's eyes widen at the sight of a room like a Victorian picture postcard. Closer inspection would find it not quite so quaint, and far more comfortable than any home envisioned in the nineteenth century. Jean had given in and brought Reuben to David's party, the whole issue of the party becoming a question of the boy wanting to prove himself. It didn't matter that Jean said there was nothing to prove. Especially after Reuben learned about Joey. He wanted to show he was adult enough to mingle with Jean's friends; to prove he wasn't tempted by David, or jealous of an old lover. Jean relented when he saw how important it was to him. He said yes, and enjoyed the benefit of making him happy. A happy boy applying himself to his schoolwork for the afternoon and greeting Jean when he closed up the shop at the end of its abbreviated Saturday hours, with kisses and excitement over what he would wear, was reward enough. Icing on the cake, to take David off guard by accepting the invitation without a struggle. Amid the holiday glitter, Jean saw something that gave him pause, wondering if he should have handed over his coat so quickly. His eyes had been drawn to the dinner table, beautifully set, with what he knew was David's best china; he'd helped him find it years before. What he saw, was that every other place was set with a silver baby's rattle, tied with baby blue and silver ribbons. David followed his gaze, and smiled. "Jean, really," said David. "If I'd told you the truth, you wouldn't have come, and isn't it better this way?" "Not so fast with the coats David," Jean said to him, though David was already walking away. "What?" Reuben asked, turning back to look at him. Then at the table, and back to Jean. "I believe it's baby's first christmas, after all," Jean said, putting his hand on Reuben's shoulder. The boy looked so beautiful, Jean thought, his dark hair shining and his eyes vivid. It would be a shame, he thought, not to stay at this point, after all they'd gone through, back and forth about whether or not to come. He saw Reuben's expression change but it was hard to read at first. "Will we stay?" the boy asked softly, but David heard him, and answered. "Of course you'll stay! I've killed myself cooking, and your gifts are waiting. Are you crazy?" he said. Then it became clear to Jean. Reuben looked like a child, beseeching with his eyes, as if they were poised at the entrance to some fantastic but frightening carnival ride that he wanted on but was scared to ride. Jean smiled, in spite of himself. The face was irresistible, the expression of mingled hope and excitement, tinged with fear. He slid his hand up into Reuben's soft hair, leaning down to indulge in feeling it against his lips, in kissing the top of his head. "We'll stay, baby," he said, letting his arm fall across Reuben's shoulders. He walked him deeper into the room. Jean was sure he'd made the right choice. Whatever David had in store, Jean was sure it couldn't be worse than the disappointment the boy would be feeling if they'd left. Joey was the only other guest there. Jean suspected he was staying with David, he looked like he'd just come from a shower. He was lounging at the end of one the couches in a long, loose fitting dressing gown, his feet bare, up on the cushions. He was as handsome as Jean remembered. Athletically built, with fair coloring, his light brown hair much shorter than Jean had ever seen it, his smile broad in greeting. The right choice, he thought again, introducing the two of them. Very right, he felt more than thought, gazing at Joey for the first time without a tug of wishing things might have been different. If David had thought to stir things up, presenting him with Joey, unattached, it was backfiring, big time. What Jean felt, seeing him, was the contrasting depth of his feelings, the confirmation of how engaged he was in the complexity of loving Reuben. There was nothing to compare to it in his year long affair with Joey. --------------------------- Reuben was dazzled by the visual feast of the place. It made it easier for him not to stare at Joey, having so much to look at around the room. His first thought, when introduced, was how surprisingly different from him Joey was. Nothing like he'd expected. Not what he'd feared, not an older version of himself. His first glimpse of Joey, who he could see, even in his sprawl on the couch, revealed a young man much taller and bigger than he was, cast of a much different substance. It made him feel like laughing with relief. Not because he didn't think the guy was good looking. On the contrary, he thought Joey was gorgeous. He'd expected to see himself in him, but older. What he saw and understood, in a glance, was that he wasn't some kind of replacement for Joey, not the latest model of a type that might be traded in down the line for a newer, fresher version. Daniel, he remembered well from Laurent's. Dark haired, handsome, sarcastic. He and his boyfriend Benny arrived just as Jean had steered to him the opposite, empty couch, after introducing him to Joey. Reuben liked Benny immediately. He was flippant, but it was playful, not unfriendly, and he looked like a kid. The hair, Reuben thought, might be why. It was strawberry blond and fell around his cute face in a silky mop. He was like a bundle of energy cascading into the room. "This baby's cranky," he announced, first thing, as he piled his coat and hat and scarf in David's arms. "If I've got to drink from a bottle it better be full of something good. Damn good, if you don't want to see baby's first tantrum." He made his declaration with a laugh that left no doubt that he was as far from cranky as could be, bubbling, in fact. Reuben found himself smiling, watching Benny launch himself into the room without waiting for Daniel. He waved at Joey, commenting on his robe. "How come you get to lounge around all comfortable and I had to wear clothes? Where's my robe?" "You are cranky," Joey said. "You'll be out of those clothes soon enough." He would? Reuben leaned harder into Jean's side, feeling a rush of arousal at the novelty of the night unfolding around him. Jean's friends were so attractive, so free with their bantering. Benny was making a beeline for him and Jean. His green eyes were lively under his fringe of bangs and his cheeks dimpled up with his smile. "I'm Benny," he said, offering a hand to Reuben, with a slight bow. "You must be baby Reuben, God, you're cute. And Jean ... the man, himself. Lovely to meet you." He flopped down into an oversized armchair, as plush as the couches that flanked it. He slipped his shoes and socks off, wiggling his bare toes when he put his feet up on the broad ottoman. Reuben looked up from the feet to the face and found Benny grinning at him. "These little piggies are ready for a nice foot rub from Daddy," he laughed, and twisted around in his chair to look for Daniel. Reuben was so happy, so relieved that Jean had decided to stay. When he'd seen the silver rattles on the table, he knew what the reference was, but he thought they were pretty. A harmless joke, that wasn't just aimed at him. It wasn't like being at Laurent's where he'd felt singled out by David and Daniel's jibes. There was nothing else to give away the theme of the party except Benny's chatter, until David emerged moments later from the kitchen, with Daniel. Daniel had a bottle of whiskey under his arm and a cluster of glasses in his hand, but David was carrying a tray and Reuben saw that Benny's comment about the bottle was not just a joke. A flutter of panic rose up his chest at the thought of drinking from a bottle in front of other people and he wondered, if after all, he'd been a fool to think he was equal to this. "Jesus," said Benny, "the Daddies get the single malt whiskey and we get what?" "A spanking if you don't start behaving yourself," his host threatened. Reuben felt the heat of his own blush and was grateful for Benny's smart mouth distracting anyone from looking his way. He wasn't so much leaning into Jean by then, as cringing, wishing he were on the other side of his lover, more hidden. But he watched, unable to look away when David lowered the tray to offer Benny one of the three tall baby's bottles, their glass sides reflecting the christmas tree lights. Daniel had seated himself on the ottoman by Benny's feet and was pouring the rich amber whiskey into short glasses. Benny took a bottle from the tray and lifted it in salute. "Cheers," he said, and Reuben watched amazed as he tilted it high and closed his lips around its generous nipple. Benny's sucking motions were pronounced and there was a deliberate popping sound when he pulled it out of his mouth, causing a little spray of the drink on his lips. He tilted his head, smiling. "Well, all right then," he giggled, "milk of the gods." "A little less cranky now?" David asked. He'd stood watching him, awaiting his judgment. "Oh yes," Benny said. "Baby's happy." It was one thing to see Benny, so boyish and cute, with his bottle. Reuben tried not to stare at Joey as David held the tray out to him. "Thank you, Daddy," Joey said in a mock whisper, taking a bottle, and leaning back deeper into the pillows cushioning the arm of the couch, to raise it to his lips. Reuben's anxiety wasn't lessened by the way Joey drank, his mouth opening, taking the nipple in his teeth to squeeze it before closing his lips around it and sucking hard. Oh God. David was rounding the table that formed the center of the grouping of the couches and chair. I can't, he thought, his hand fisted in his lap. He could no more make a joke of what was so intimate to him, as Benny could, or make the casual, sultry display of himself that Joey had made, than sprout wings and fly. But when David leaned down to offer the tray, his blue eyes, both amused and curious, on Reuben's face, it was Jean who took the bottle from the silver platter, with a casual, "Thank you, David." Reuben saw their host's blue eyes move to his lover's face and he too looked at Jean who was leaning forward to set the bottle down on the table. Reuben was both relieved and oddly disappointed, wanting the drink even though he was afraid to touch it. But Jean turned to him. His handsome face, which Reuben had lost sight of, relying on the feel of him beside him, had an instantly calming effect on him. Jean had the slightest of smiles playing on his lips, and his gold flecked eyes were loving. Reuben felt a deep rush of pleasure, pride, and a sense of the night's erotic possibilities as Jean reached for him. He wants me, thought Reuben, he loves me, feeling the firm grasp of Jean's strong hands under his arms. When Jean lifted him across his lap, arranging the pillows to make him comfortable, Reuben tried to hide his smile, but couldn't. His only embarrassment, at that moment, was at his wealth of riches in being pampered by his beautiful lover; feeling like the other babies at this party must be envying him. Who would not want to be held by Jean, cradled in his lap, and fed from a bottle? Reuben could have purred watching Jean lift the bottle, touching the end of it to his own lip, tasting a drop to test it. "It's cold, baby," he warned, guiding it to Reuben's lips. Mouth watering in anticipation, Reuben let the broad firm nipple tease him before clamping onto it to suck, his eyes trained on his lover's face. Good, he thought, so good. The taste of his drink, the feel in his mouth, a warm glow spreading as he drank the delicious concoction. And Jean. The pleasure was pooling in his crotch and for a moment he wished they were at home, alone, where by now he would be feeling Jean's hand between his legs. Realizing he'd emptied half of his bottle and that his drink was incredibly strong, he stopped sucking, laying the bottle on his chest. Then good became much, much better. Jean kissed him, his hand stroking exactly where Reuben wished he would touch him. His cock, lazily swollen, half hard, reared up fully erect under Jean's warm hand. It seemed like the surrounding buzz of talk stopped and Reuben was jolted by keen awareness that they weren't at home in the privacy of their bed or playroom. It made his dick even harder, though he fought back a wave of alarm when Jean started to ease back from the kiss. Reuben moaned a quiet protest, afraid that Jean would sit back, leaving him totally exposed to the others. ----------------------- Jean could feel the heat coming off the lithe body in his arms. The suppleness of Reuben's lips, the arch of his hips and the bone hard erection that was threatening to tear its way through the boy's silk trousers, prompted Jean to push his lover's limits for the sake of giving him some relief. He knew Reuben couldn't last long at this pitch, let alone make it through gift giving and dinner. He gambled that Reuben's need to come would outweigh the anxiety of being exposed. As he sat back, he put his hand to Reuben's mouth, knowing in his gut that the boy needed some sort of shield. Reuben grasped at Jean's wrist, holding him there. Jean rubbed a knuckled finger between Reuben's lips and the boy clamped onto it with his teeth, as Jean's other hand moved to his waist, working open his strained fly. "You're spoiling that child," David chided him. Jean shook his head at David, as Reuben used his hand like a shy girl, hiding behind an old fashioned fan to shield her modesty -- except for the teeth biting into his finger. One handed, Jean managed to slide the narrow trousers down Reuben's hips. The boy's briefs were damp and warm and Jean left them covering him, rubbing him hard through the soaked cloth. He could feel how close he was in the quiver of his hips and in moments Reuben was spurting hot into the palm of Jean's hand. "Good boy," he murmured, soothing him after. "Uncle David, surely you've got something soft and cuddly for a baby in one of those packages." "I think Santa might have brought something like that," David said.