Change of Opinion

Change of Opinion 4/? --- Toys 'R Us: Part 2

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Extending a hand over the side of the bed, Bobby felt around for a few seconds until he knew he had what he wanted then pulled up to his knees again, allowing the top sheet to slide down his back and puddle around his calves. Gazing briefly back at his partner, he gently admonished him.

"Go slow, Fawkes. Gimme a minute to get things ready, okay?"

"I'll try. Can't promise more than that.. So what if I'm a little impatient? I've been waitin' for the better part of a week, remember." Darien responded, licking Eberts' inner thigh and drawing something close to a purr from his willing victim.

"You want the ring back on?"

"Bobby..."

"I'll do it. Don't test me, kid. You'll get everything you've been wantin'. You just have to curb your need for greed 'till I'm ready. You can do that. Right?"

"Yeah. I can do that."

"Good. Ebes. Look at me a minute."

Grudgingly, Eberts forced his eyelids up until he could see Bobby clearly. When Darien nipped the skin behind his left knee, he gasped suddenly, pushing his head back into the pillow and arching his neck. Once he'd recovered, he focused on Bobby again and presented his colleague a tired, but obviously delighted, smile.

"Hello there. Have I mentioned what a good time I'm having?"

"Not in the last ten minutes. You ready for these?" he asked, dangling the cuffs.

"Oh... oh, yes. I'm absolutely ready. Go ahead."

" 'Kay. Put your hands up over your head.... that's right. Just relax."

Soothingly, Hobbes continued talking as he secured Eberts' left wrist, threaded the chain and the other cuff behind a post in the head board and finished the job on the right. "See? These are pretty comfortable. Just as soft as they looked. I said you wouldn't get hurt an' I'll keep that promise no matter what. You believe thaon'ton't you?"

"Of course I do."

"Good to hear. Okay, Fawkes. We're all set here. You ready for your next tutorin' session?"

"Man alive... what now?"

"Jeez, you just can't stop whinin' today can you? Thought I had you pretty much cured a'that."

Darien flushed and quickly lifted his upper body away from Eberts.

"I hear you. What is it? What'd you want me to do?"

"Better. Maybe you won't need a refresher course after all." Bobby told him, slipping a blindfold over Darien's eyes and adjusting it to his satisfaction.

"What the....okay, this is weird."

"Maybe, but you depend too much on what's in front of you. You wanna blow Eberts' mind or his anything else, use your other senses. Find your way with your hands, your tongue, your nose and your ears."

"My ears?! That's just sick.... oh, wait. You mean if I do somethin' right, I'll hear about it?"

"You do it right, the next county's gonna hear about it. Well? Get goin'. You do a good job with him, I'll do the same for you."

"Okay... " Darien replied uncertainly, tentatively reaching out with both hands until his fingers contacted skin.

"That you, Eberts?"

"It-it's definitely me, Darien."

"I was hopin' you'd say that. Hang on, okay? This could take a minute."

"Oh, don't worry. I'll be here." He chuckled, rattling the chain to the handcuffs lightly.

"Right. Almost forgot..." Darien said, using his hands to guide him as he leaned back in. Inch by inch he let his knees slide out from under him until he was stretched out fully. When he felt Bobby turning him slightly onto his right side, he went with the motion, understanding what his lover wanted and more than happy to give it to him.

After taking a second to orient himself again, Darien bent his head and breathed deeply, seeking the unique scent that was Eberts. A sweet and spicy newness invading his nostrils, and a low moan from the other man when he exhaled, let Darien know he was at least close. He extended his tongue and began to lick whatever was comfortably in reach. Eberts drew a swift gulp of air and held onto it for several seconds.

"Gotcha."

"I-indeed....."

Instead of answering, Darien merely grinned and went back to work.. Bobby watched for a few minutes, just to be sure that the other two were well settled, then he flipped his body so that the soles of his feet faced the headboard and wiggled closer to Darien until he was comfortable. After a moment of heated study, he gently wrapped his lips around the head of his lover's prick and sucked once decisively before backing off.

"Bobby! God... now who's a cock-tease...."

"Not me, that's for damn sure. I just wanna be sure you get the point.... that whiners never get anything they ask for..."

"I get it... I swear I do... please...."

"Sure, now? You sure you understand?"

"Bobbyyyyy....."

"I don't know. That was awful close to a whine..."

Darien shuddered for a moment, closed his eyes and seemed to be composing himself. When he spoke the tension was still there, but the words emerged with quiet dignity.

"Bobby, I need you. I need your lips and your tongue and your teeth and whatever else you feel like giving me and I need it soon. I'm so hard right now and you're the only one I want to make me come. Please don't make me wait anymore."

"Very nice. I'm impressed. You win the prize, baby. Since I'm the only not gettin' any attention.... that means I'll probably be the one to pop Eberts' cherry. You okay with that?" Bobby asked, following up his question with an excruciatingly slow stroke of his tongue.

"I get a feelin'.... I'll have my shot.... later. Besides... shouldn't you.... ask him?"

"I would, but if you work him like I know you can, he'll be incoherent in about two seconds."

"God I hope so. Speakin' of...." Darien mumbled. Determined to discover if
Eberts knew anything other than polite words, he stroked his tongue up the vein on the underside then swirled it around the head a few times, gleefully collecting the fluid weeping from the slit. His effort was quickly rewarded.

"D-Darien! My God.... please...."

"Please what?"

"Please... don't stop..."

"Don't.... stop... what?" Eberts' tormentor asked between all too brief swipes of his tongue.

"Oh.... oh my.... oh dear..."

"You can say it... I know you can.... tell me what you want, buddy... I'll do anything.... just ask..."

"L-lick me again... please hurry.... I... I won't last much longer... I'm so close...."

"Not bad. Try this... repeat after me: I need to come..."

"I.. I need to... to come..."

"I want to come...."

"I want to come...."

"I want to come now..."

"Darien.... this would be considered torture in some countries...."

"To quote one of my favorite Disney movies.... "If this is torture, chain me to the wall" Say it, Ebes... say it and I'll suck you like there's no tomorrow... I'll suck every drop outta you and make you wish you had more to give.... just... say the words...."

"I want... to come.... now..."

"Atta-boy...." Darien praised, finally giving Eberts what he'd been begging for. Within a minute or two, Eberts' prick was engulfed to the root and a few moments later another large piece of his virginity fell away and shattered as he thrust his hips up over and over, finding his second release of the day in the warm cave of his lover's mouth and throat. Darien swallowed the sweet, mildly peppery fluid with great relish then retreated slowly, cleaning away any residue as he went. Not long after, Bobby became the receiver and Darien the giver. Wrapping one arm completely around Eberts' thigh, Fawkes held on, shuddering and softly moaning Bobby's name, until his own spasms ceased.

Using his other senses to guide him, he kissed his way back up Eberts' body until he found his lips once more. It wasn't until the kisses began to taste faintly of salt that Darien realized Eberts was crying. Instantly, he ripped off the blindfold.

"What's wrong? You hurt? I didn't hurt you did I?"

"No... It was me... Darien.... I'm so sorry... I tried not to, but I couldn't help myself.... I wasn't really aware...."

"Hey, no. It's okay...." he soothed, gently wiping away the tears. "Holy Hannah an' her sisters, Ebes... I knew what was gonna happen. I loved it..."

"How... how is that possible? He.... Charles said every man's... fluid tastes dreadful..."

"When are you gonna get it through your head that he lies?" Darien reproved him lightly. "He probably tastes like shit, so he wanted you to think it's always that way. You..." he offered gently, cupping his new lover's face. "you taste fantastic... like honey and cream mixed with just a little jalapeno. I could get addicted to you *real* easy..." Darien assured him, tossing his friend a lustful grin.

"But... why would he lie? I don't understand why he'd want to mislead me like that...."

"He's an ass. An' twisted to boot." Bobby replied as he crawled back up to join the other two. He continued speaking as he released the handcuffs and helped Eberts sit up. "He knew if he could get you to believe the crud he was sellin' it'd let him off the hook an' probably keep you from doin' any outside explorin' with somebody who might just tell you the truth."

"You mean.... he said all those awful things... just so I'd believe it was my fault that he wouldn't touch me.... and to assure that I'd be close at hand and properly browbeaten if he ever got... frustrated again? How dare he try to... What kind of man... How dare he?!" Eberts cried out, tears of anger replacing ones born of regret and sadness.

Simultaneously, Bobby and Darien both reached to gather Eberts into their arms. For a long while they simply held him, murmuring words of support and encouragement in his ears. The three men stayed that way until Eberts chose to break the embrace.

"Thank you.... both of you. You can't know what this day has meant to me... everything is a great deal clearer now. Can we... I think I'm ready now... ready to complete the bargain he made."

"Ebes..." Bobby began cautiously. "You know you don't have to. Now that I really know you, I'd never make good on my threat about the pictures. In fact they'll be ashes before the day's out...."

"I hope so, but that's not it. You've given me so much... opened my eyes to his treachery.... that alone is worth whatever you might ask of me. Besides... I *want* to go on. It feels so good to.... no. that's supremely silly." Eberts said, censoring himself.

"What is? C'mon, goat boy. Whatever it is can't be any dumber than some of the things I've said an' done." Darien told him.

"Well... all I was going to say was that it felt incredibly good to know that someone wanted me for more than my mind. There, you see? It sounds like a blonde joke gone horribly awry..."

The other two laughed easily and hugged him again for a moment.

"You absolutely sure about this? If you got any doubts at all, say so now." Bobby warned him.

"I'm one-hundred percent certain. Please... say you'll make love to me completely. Don't refuse me now..."

Gazing into Eberts' wide eyes and suddenly solemn expression, Bobby simply nodded and sent Darien to the bathroom for the supplies they'd need.

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TBC....