Date: Wed, 13 Feb 2002 03:32:36 +0000 From: Java Biscuit Subject: Babying Reuben, chapter seven 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. Apologies for the long delay between chapters! These guys are proving harder and harder to write about! Feedback to javabiscuit@hotmail.com Babying Reuben ~ chapter seven by Biscuit They were in bed when David phoned. Saturday, a sleeping in sort of morning, though if it weren't for Reuben being there, Jean knew he'd probably have been up, if not out on the road. Flea marketing the back roads for a few hours, as much for the drive and scenery as for buying. David knew that. How many times had he gone with him on those jaunts? Jean wondered if that was the point of the call at that hour, to catch Reuben alone. He kept the thought to himself, with a nagging sense that he was getting paranoid. "Are you really still in bed, at nine o'clock, Jean?" David's voice was amused. "Yes. I'm really in bed," he said, glancing at the window. Gray. Looked like some light snow. Next to him, Reuben stirred. Until Jean reached over to pet him, encountering the odd texture of plastic where he expected skin, the warm hump of the diaper, he'd forgotten completely that Reuben was sleeping in the thing. David was speaking and Jean wasn't hearing him, distracted by Reuben's hard cock pressing up into his palm through the cloth and thin plastic, the boy's knee nudging him, legs spreading. "What?" Jean said, trying to catch the drift of what his friend was saying but finding it difficult. Reuben wasn't usually interested in sex in the morning, one of the few disappointments for Jean in the first week of living with him. "I said, are you coming to dinner tonight? It's not going to be a big deal, just you and me, Daniel, Benny, the boy Daniel's seeing that you still haven't met. A little red head, very sweet. He's twenty and he looks twelve. I hope you explained to Reuben that I was joking about the baby's first Christmas." "No," Jean said, his cock hardening far beyond the need to piss. The young painter looked half asleep, and half like he might come very soon if Jean kept stroking him, a look that Jean found incredibly sexy. "I didn't know you were joking. But no, not tonight." "Not even to see Joey? Did you know he was in town? I thought for sure you'd want to see him." Joey? God, how long had it been? "I've got to go now." "I'm not giving up yet. I'll call you later." The line cut off and Jean set down the phone. Joey. Damn David, anyway. How like him it was, to bring up Joey to tantalize him when he was trying to get off the phone and then more or less hang up on him. But he didn't want to think about David now, or Joey, the boy he'd lost to David more than two years before. He hooked his finger under the crotch snap of Reuben's plastic pants. So hot in there. Not pissed in, but so wet inside the slit in the cloth. Reuben responded to being fingered by lifting his knees, making a plaintive sound that shot straight to Jean's cock. This was luxury to the man, waking up and fucking. The boy's ass was moist and slick, he was as hot as if Jean had spent the night teasing him. Well, he thought, if this is what it does to him, maybe wearing the diaper overnight is not such a bad idea. He'd been wary the night before, when Reuben wanted to sleep in it, apprehensive about how much the edges of the game were blurring. Now, sliding on top of a very eager boy, it didn't seem so important that the game was bleeding through into what Jean considered their normal life. He hooked his arms under Reuben's knees, thrusting deep inside him. Unbidden, Joey's face came to mind when Jean shut his eyes. Honey brown bangs falling into hazel eyes, a wide smile over a dimpled chin. Jean opened his eyes, to push the image away, He saw Reuben looking up at him, hazy with pleasure, steeped in it. So different from Joey, he thought without even realizing he was comparing them. Joey was as open as Reuben was mysterious, as playful as Reuben was brooding. Reuben gasped, pulling Jean back into the moment, his flushed face and ragged breathing signaled he was close to coming. Jean grasped him tighter, and thrust hard, his weight bearing down on Reuben's straining, diapered cock. The boy shuddered and his hips jerked. ------------------------- Reuben was very turned on by wearing the diaper to sleep in. He'd come at least once in the night, waking up on his stomach to find himself rubbing against the mattress, wishing Jean was awake and fucking him. He wondered if what he felt was what he'd felt when he was a baby for real, if he'd been sexually aroused as an infant. No way to know, no way to remember that. He'd had no sexual associations with being a baby before Jean. Had he? Not that he could remember. Now he found himself aware of babies, small children, looking at them, guiltily speculating about what they felt in the arms of their mothers and fathers. Thank God, he thought, I will never have children. He'd never thought about children much, and when he had, it was with indifference. His mother had used the preface, when you have children, any number of times, and he'd always thought to himself, I won't. Now, it wasn't just a matter of no interest in babies, or women, it seemed like a dangerous thing. The track he was set on, the perverse pleasure of it, made him think that a child of his own would tempt him to touch. The thought was horrifying. "Serious thoughts?" Jean asked him, in the shower. Reuben didn't feel tempted to share what he was thinking. He shook his head and hid under the spray of hot water, rinsing his hair. So sick, he thought, of himself, not of Jean. He'd begun to suspect the truth, that the game was played more for his sake, than his lover's. Jean's reluctance was plain the night before. Reuben had thought that living with him, the game would expand to fill up his life, at least the parts of it not devoted to painting. It had become clear, very quickly, that that was not Jean's intent. Strange to think that what he'd thought he was doing for Jean, in fact, Jean was most likely doing for him. Less than a week he'd lived in this place, and each day had brought fresh revelations. Not all of them welcome. "Was that David on the phone before?" he asked, taking the towel Jean handed him as he stepped out of the shower. He knew it had to have been David. He hadn't forgotten the invitation to the party. He hadn't dared to tell Jean that he found it tempting. "Yeah. Dinner tonight. I told him no. The baby's first christmas thing was a joke, apparently. That's what he says now, anyway." "Maybe we should go, then," Reuben said. The idea that it had been a joke made the invitation less arousing, but also less frightening. "You shouldn't have to avoid your friends for my sake. I'm not scared of him." Jean smiled. He looked very handsome to Reuben, with his hair wet, hanging down his back, toweling himself. Watching him, he thought again of painting him, having Jean pose for him. They'd talked about it but Jean always seemed to have something else to do. "You should be scared of him," Jean said, with a half smile. "God knows I am. He likes to stir things up. Believe me, David won't be happy until he's done everything he can to try to seduce you. It's like a game to him." "But he's your friend, right? And I'm not, you know, I'm not interested in him like that," Reuben said. Am I? The thought of someone determined to seduce him was more arousing than he wanted to admit to Jean. He thought of the way David had touched him under the table at Laurent's. No, he thought, I'm not interested in David. That whole evening had been a shock to his system, scary and wonderful the way Jean had become so passionate in the presence of his friends. Fucking on the stairs afterwards. "Yes. He's my friend. What are you thinking that's making you frown like that?" Jean asked, and Reuben was almost startled to feel the man drape a fresh towel around his shoulders. He realized he'd been standing there, drifting in thought, dripping water with a towel hanging in his hands. Jean was wrapping him, rubbing his back. Jean's patience with him amazed him. "Are you happy I'm here?" he asked. The words mortified him when they came out. He'd had no idea until he spoke them that the question was even in his mind. "Very happy," Jean said. But Reuben, hearing what he he wanted to hear was unconvinced. He was sure it was said from politeness. What else could Jean say?