Change of Opinion

Change of Opinion 2/?--- Stripping Away All Pretense....

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One tugging on his left hand, the other his right, Eberts moved slowly forward, allowing Darien and Bobby to guide him towards the bedroom. At the door, however, he caught sight of the items scattered across the bedspread and dug in his heels, forcing the whole procession to come to a halt.

"Now... now, wait just a moment.... you didn't say anything about... there's been no discussion of...."

"Eberts. You trusted us enough to say yes. Stretch that trust a little further, okay?" Bobby requested. "You're not gonna get hurt. The toys are just.... toys. Fun stuff to make sure we don't get to the ninth innin' before they even finish playin' the National Anthem."

"Yeah. I mean, you gotta figure they called it fore*play* for a reason, right?" Darien added. "So.... let's play."

"I suppose.... there will be no pain? You promise that?"

Smiling, Bobby reached up and gently touched Eberts' face.

"Wish I could. The toys, they won't hurt. That I swear. This is gonna be your first time, though. Sometimes there's pain... sometimes there ain't. All I can really promise is that we'll make it feel as good as we can and go as slow as you need to go. If it does hurt.... you't r't remember it."

Letting his eyes slip closed for a moment, Eberts breathed deep

"I understand that.... and I do trust the both of you. You'll... do that to my.... You'll do that again?"

"This?" Bobby questioned, adding a slyn ton to another nipple tweak.

"Eeep! Y-yes... that."

"I told ya... there's a lot better than that comin' up. My hands are chump change compared to how my mouth's gonna feel... Slick... hot.... sharp.... a little nibble with the teeth an' you'll be havin' happy thoughts in places you didn't know you could think with...."

"Bobby...." Darien complained faintly. "Speakin' of comin' up...."

Hobbes stole a quick glance below his partner's waistline and smiled sheepishly

"Sorry, kid. I forgot how much you like that kinda talk."

"Only from you. Talk more..." Darien pleaded, reaching to pull Bobby closer only to have Hobbes step back slightly.

"Don't go gettin' impatient, Fawkes. We got somebody else to focus on, remember? We're gonna show him everything, but we gotta get him into the bedroom first. Ebes?"

"I... I'm ready. I may be shaking like a Jell-O mold in an earthquake.... but I'm ready nonetheless."

"Good. Get in here then." Bobby said, his tone a bit more commanding than it had been up to that point. As he'd hoped, Eberts responded instantly and moved into the room without the need for further coaxing. Darien moved to the bed, shifted the toys to the floor within easy reach and removed the comforter, carefully folding it and placing it in a chair. Eberts glanced nervously at Bobby, then began to strip off the costume. After a moment or two, however, he hesitated and faltered. "What's the pem, em, Eberts?"

"My.... I've actually never..... I'm sorry. I seem to be having a great deal of trouble articulating my thoughts."

This time, Darien was the one to offer reassurance by grasping his friend's hand.

"It's okay. Whatever it is, it's okay. Just... say it."

"I... I've never had a.... spectacular body. It isn't even presentable. Especially.... especially what you're asking me to....."

"Ebes, stop. Lemme guess. The fat man put that crap in your head. Didn't he?" Darien asked

"No. Not directly. He must have thought something similar. Why else would he simply... reject me out of hand? He wouldn't even...."

"I told you why." Bobby reminded him. "He did it 'cause he's a bastard an' a tease. He got what he needed an' didn't give a damn about you. He's selfish, man. That's just his nature. It had nothin' to do with you. As far as your body goes, give us a little credit for havin' our own minds, willya? Let us judge for ourselves."

"Al-alright"

Slowly, uncertainly, Eberts finally grasped the hem of the tunic and maneuvered the clinging garment over his head. When he had freed himself, he stood with the material hanging limply from one hand, looking confused as if he had no idea what to do with it. A few seconds later, when it struck him that he was now completely nude, he blushed furiously and used the rumpled clothing to cover himself. Bobby grinned at Darien then turned the smile on Eberts and stepped forward, closing the space between himself and his co-worker.

"You don't need that anymore." He said, reaching out to take the tunic away. Eberts fought him briefly, but eventually gave in. Turning, Hobbes tossed the costume onto the top of the bureau and moved back a pace or two.

"Robert..."

"Hush up a minute. Fawkesy?"

"Oh, yeah. I love that he blushes all over...."

"So did you your first time."

"Yeah, but I was never that cute. Damn..."

Cautiously, doing everything he could not to suddenly startle Eberts, Darien made the first move, sensing the other would never initiate anything if left to his own devices. Stepping directly into Eberts' personal space, Darien locked his hands behind the other's head and gazed into his eyes, speaking softly.

"You're perfect, you're beautiful and Charlie doesn't deserve what he gave up. To hell with him if he didn't want you. I do."

"So do I." Bobby affirmed, joining the other two. Almost reverently, he began to run his hands over Eberts' smooth chest. As the caresses moved gradually lower and Bobby actually dropped to his knees in front of the other man, nudging his lover slightly aside in the process, Eberts cried out, half in anticipation of the pleasure to come, half in fear.

"You okay?"

"S-somewhat. I did try to tell you that I've never...."

Eberts couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence this time either, but Bobby got the message regardless.

"Never, never? Not even on the XY side a'the fence?"

"No. Not even. That night with Charles was supposed to be.... I'm sorry if I've disappointed or...."

"Hey, no. It's okay." Darien soothed. Moving around behind Eberts, Darien drew him close, sliding his hands between forearms and ribcage and down over the other man's abdomen. "You can't disappoint us, man. It makes it even better. You should have your first with someone who cares enough to put you ahead of everything else. Hobbes is right; Borden couldn't have cared less about what you needed. We care an' we're gonna make this the most incredible day of your life.... if you'll let us."

"I want that.... I truly do. Charles... he made me feel as if he weren't just brushing aside a sexual advance but dismissing *me*.... as a person. It almost hurt worse than if he'd known what he was rejecting. His denial.... it's put a bad taste in my mouth and.... made me wary. If I seem reluctant to trust what you're offering, please bear with me..."

"Shhh. C'mere...." Darien told Eberts, leaning in to kiss him softly and slowly, even as he watched Bobby from the corner of one eye. "I understand. Relax, okay? He's gonna touch you now.... don't get all tense about it... it's gonna feel so good, Ebes.... that's it.... mmm, so sweet.... open your mouth a little...."

As Bobby began slow strokes up, down and around Eberts' rapidly hardening cock, Darien deepened the kiss, barely flicking his tongue past his friend's slightly open lips. With his attention divided between two intense and utterly new sensations, Eberts didn't have a thought to spare for being frightened or anxious and chose the only path left to him; surrender.

Far faster than he would have wished, Eberts sensed Bobby's work on his behalf was about to come to fruition. Worry suddenly flooding back, he tried to speak, tried to warn both men, but they knew long before he did. Darien gently broke the kiss and tightened his hold, knowing that Eberts would soon need physical as well as emotional support. Bobby simply sped up his motions until the flesh between his fingers began to pulse rhythmically and held on until the orgasm ebbed.

"D-Darien.... oh.... oh Lord.... I.... I need...."

A moment later, Darien felt Eberts clutch his arm in fear, and his friend's hfellfell back once again, this time finding a supportive shoulder to rest on instead of a wall.

"Go with it, Ebes.... doesn't it feel fantastic, huh? You don't have to hold on so tight.... I won't let you go, I swear." He told him, gently peeling the grasping fingers away from his wrist. "I know it's scary but you can let go of the control.... just let it go. You look so incredible when you come.... you're so beautiful. I can't wait 'till it's me makin' you look that way. It's easin' up now, I can feel it.... you're okay.... I've got you. Breathe deep..... that's it. Good."

"Da... Darien.... my God.... I've... I've never experienced.... anything like.... Is that you? I mean is that your.... pressed against my...."

"Damn right, it is. Watchin' your face while you were gettin' off made me so hot..." Darien admitted, slipping his hands up to cover and massage Eberts' nipples. "You don't know how bad I wanted to touch you.... how much I wanted to be a part of that.... but it was Bobby's show. I'll have my turn...."

"Mmmm.... right now, for instance? Not that I'm objecting.... not for a second." Eberts joked, slowly melting into his friend's more than eager arms. While Eberts recovered and Darien confessed, Hobbes rose, moved to the bed and turned down the top sheet. Reaching down, he retrieved a few items from among the equipment on the floor. The handcuffs he placed near the pillows and the lengths of cord, plus one other item, went at the end of the bed. He then quickly stripped out of his now soiled clothing and spoke to Darien.

"Dare. If you keep up, he ain't gonna last and neither are you."

Darien, reluctant to stop, merely grinned at Bobby and responded lightly.

"I think we both got more than one in us. 'Specially Ebes, here. He's probably got enough saved up to go for a couple days straight..."

"Maybe, but let's not test the theory, huh? Ebes... c'mere."

Eberts hesitated for several seconds, not out of fright or concern but because Darien was making him feel so good he was loath to even open his eyes, never mind move out of his safe haven and walk halfway across the room. "Eberts? You alive or what?"

"I am, yes. More than I think I've been for a very long time..."

"Then get over here an' let Fawkes get undressed, willya please?" Hobbes chuckled.

"If I must..."

When Eberts finally separated from Darien and began to move toward B, it, it took him a few moments to realize that Hobbes was now also nude. His steps faltered, but didn't stop and he eventually reached the bed. "Have a seat." The other commanded, holding out the cuffs for Eberts' inspection.

"What am I supposed to... do with these?"

"Look at 'em. Feel 'em inside an' out. I want you to be sure that they won't hurt you in any way before you agree to let me put 'em on."

A brief assessment was all that was necessary.

"No rough edges or stitching.... the material seems quite soft and flexible. I... I suppose it will be alright."

"Good. Go ahead and slide under the covers." Bobby replied, retrieving the cuffs and placing them back between the pillows. "Just lay back an' relax. Darien an' me'll only be a minute."

Striding to where his lover stood, divesting himself of a final piece or two of clothing, Bobby engaged him in quiet conversation.

"You're still okay with the games an' stuff, right? 'Cause I wasn't plannin' on it just bein' for Eberts. I was hopin'..."

"You know I am. I trust you, baby. Whatever you want, I'm in."

"Thanks."

"Forget it. Besides, maybe if I'm on board, it won't be so scary for him an' he'll actually be able to focus on the pleasure side of things."

For a long moment, Bobby stared up at Darien in wonder, then shook his head and laughed softly. "What?"

"Nothin'. I was just tryin' to figure out why I ended up so lucky. How come I get to have you in my life?"

"I've told you a million times, Bobby; there *was* nobody else. The rest of the world's population coulda been waitin' in line for me... I still woulda picked you. Now can we get goin'? Another five minutes an' either my dick's gonna explode or the top of my skulls gonna blow off."

"Right behind you, sweetcheeks..."

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TBC.......