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palacechristian) wrote2005-04-14 02:59 pm
palacechristian) wrote2005-04-14 02:59 pm
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The Grand Tour, Continued [Christian, Johnny, Adrian, Guy]
"...and lemonade, and raspberry, and custard, and -- hey! They got pina colada! We gotta try that next time!"
Adrian, despite having just wrapped up his second major shag in less than three hours, was exploring the top drawer in the nightstand of the room on Lowers where he and Johnny and Christian had paused to try out the facilities. Johnny and Christian, who were still cuddling on the bed, getting their breath back and waiting for the sweat to dry, just looked at each other and exchanged eyerolls. "He just doesn't stop," Johnny whispered. "He's been like this ever since we started having sex, so I guess it's my fault. Sorry." He gave Christian a theatrically exaggerated wince and ducked his head in shame.
"I'd like to say I'll make you pay for it later." Christian spoke low into his ear. "Trouble is, I doubt I'll be alive later, much less capable of exacting revenge." The threat was spoiled by the grin that crossed his face when Johnny looked up at him and they shared a look for a moment before Christian decided that distracting Adrian from thoughts of 'more' might be the idea. "So?" he said, patting the bed by his side in invitation. "What do you think so far?"
"This is great!" Adrian shut the drawer with a click and came bouncing back onto the bed. He slithered up on top of Christian, reprising his position from earlier in the morning with his arms crossed on the man's chest, and beamed down into his face. "I've never seen a bed this huge before! And the mattress is perfect! And the carpet's great -- my toes thought they'd died and gone to paradise!"
Johnny grinned and tickled his ribs. "And there's even stuff to do when you're not fucking!"
"Eeek! Quitit!" Adrian jerked out of his reach, then settled back down. "And oh, man, yeah! I could just hang out at the pool all day and watch people going by! Who was that lady again with the shiny dark hair? Liz? And that blond dude in the library? And those two dark-haired guys we passed in the hall -- the little one was cute and the bigger one had a killer smile! Oh! And that other--!"
"Adrian!" Christian unfurled his arm from around Johnny and rolled Adrian over onto his back, coming to rest atop him. He proceeded to give Adrian what appeared to be a thorough examination, punctuated by Adrian's giggles and squeals, until the lad asked breathlessly what he was doing. To which he suavely replied, "Searching for the 'off' button. There has to be one." He busied himself with looking again.
Adrian just lay there giggling, twitching every now and then when Christian's "searching" turned up a ticklish spot. Johnny rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Give it up, love. We've looked. This model's obviously defective, 'cause there's no way to shut it down once it's turned on."
"What?" Christian lifted his head from where he'd been searching under Adrian's arm. "No battery even? What about a lead? Surely there's a plug we can pull?" He made to flip Adrian over onto his stomach, his search option obvious.
Adrian rolled over the rest of the way on his own and waggled his arse invitingly. "I don't think so, but you can search if you want," he offered, winking up at Johnny.
"Dammit! Nothing." Christian eyed the area and then pushed himself up onto his knees. "Our only option is to keep moving, lover. Maybe we can wear it out that way."
He got moving, pulling on his jeans and pullover, running his fingers through his hair while he waited for the other two to do likewise. "Right," he said when they were done. "Let's went."
Next on the agenda was the Upper Chambers and they arrived with the minimum of disruption, due in large part to the fact that the lift was empty and Adrian had no one to drool over. Christian strolled along the first corridor they came to, explaining the flower light system and stopping outside one which was dark. "This looks good," he said, opening the door.
Johnny peered into the room and said, "Wow!"
Adrian walked in past him, stopped and said, "Whoa! This is awesome!" He spent some time gaping at the furnishings, running his hands over the hardwood bedstead, polished to a satin finish, and the thick, velvety spread. He noticed that although the headboard was large and elaborately carved, there was no footboard. There was, however, a long bench at the foot of the bed, thickly padded in the same soft, plush fabric that the bedspread was made of. He eyed the bench, then the bed, then looked over his shoulder at Christian and Johnny, a speculative expression on his face.
"Oh, dear God," Christian whispered, but loud enough that both could hear. "He's got that look again. Johnny! Run!" He pretended to make a break for the door.
"Awww, come on! Just try to tell me you can walk through a place like this and not want to fuck!" Adrian laughed, scoffing at the very idea, as he hauled Christian back by one arm. "Look, that bench is just begging to have someone laid out across it!"
"Not me, sunshine." Christian grinned. "I'm too tall. Bed's much more comfortable." He demonstrated by flinging himself down on it, rolling off the other side before Adrian's flying leap could pin him. "Or there's the spa?" He stood by the side of the bed, hands on his hips and watching as Adrian 'whoofed' when he landed. "If we're staying, I'll book the room." He pulled his com out of his pocket and switched it on.
"Of course we're staying! And I didn't have you in mind for the bench, anyway." He grinned and scrambled off the bed to pounce on Johnny. "Although you'd have fit anyway, 'cause he's going across," he explained, pressing Johnny down across the bench on his stomach. "Now, you sit there," he looked up at Christian and pointed to the end of the bed, right where Johnny's head was, "or lie down or whatever, and I'll be back here." He knelt behind Johnny, yanking his jeans down and helping him off with them. "How's that?"
"Whoa! Wait a minute there Adri...." Christian's protest was cut off by a knock at the door and he grinned and headed for the door.
"Hi, Guy," he greeted, sliding his arms around the new arrival's waist and giving him a quick but thorough kiss. "Thanks for this," he whispered. "I saw you were free. Hope you don't mind." He 'sent' Guy the basics of the situation with Adrian and saw the other man's small nod of acknowledgment in his direction before swinging around and guiding him over to where Adrian and Johnny were and introducing them.
Guy grinned and cut Johnny the wink. "So tell me about your friend, Johnny," he drawled, his thumbs resting against his waistband. "Should know something about him, since I've been called in to rescue the two of you."
Johnny, sprawled across the bench in only his T-shirt, grinned up at Guy. "Umm, hi. It's good to meet you. And we've already determined that he doesn't have an 'off' switch. He really wants to try out this room. I'd kinda like to too, I mean it's really great you know? But Christian and I are kinda tired, so...?"
"Ignore him, he's a wuss," Adrian said with a grin. He hopped to his feet and bounced over to Guy. "Hi! I'm gonna be a libertine when I'm old enough. You're a libertine, aren't you? I can tell by the pants, that and you're gorgeous so if you're not a libertine you should be. Are you going to join us? That'd be cool -- Johnny and Christian are pooping out on me, which kinda sucks, 'cause there's still so much to do and this place is just great!"
Guy raised an eyebrow and looked over his shoulder at Christian and Johnny. "No off switch, eh? Tried regulating his diet? Switching him to decaf, cutting out sugar?" he teased, throwing an arm over Adrian's shoulder. "No? How 'bout fucking it out of him?"
"We tried that. Which is where you come in." Christian grinned and looked at Adrian. "I've known Guy for years and trust me, he knows all the ins and outs of this job." Shifting position, he yanked Johnny to his feet. "We're trying out the spa," he said. "You can talk to Guy, play chess with Guy, whatever you please."
Adrian wrapped his arms around Guy's neck and grinned up at him. "I think I like the idea of him trying to fuck it out of me. We can talk later. Or during. Or whatever."
"We just became redundant, thank goodness." Christian grinned down at Johnny. "Shall we soak?" He nodded toward the archway with a grand gesture.
"Excellent idea." Johnny pulled off his T-shirt and tossed it into a corner before heading into the bathroom to try out the tub.
"Bye, guys." Christian waggled his fingers at the other two. "Be good." He vanished after Johnny.
"So, just you and me. I wanna try out the bench, what do you think?" Adrian rubbed his hips up against Guy's while one hand threaded through his hair and the other explored his chest.
"Well, I'm guessing that the whole 'talk with a real live libertine' that Christian filled me in about is going to have to be preceded by a fuck by a real live libertine, because you are in no fit state for conversation." Guy grinned at the small demon wrapped around his neck. "So tell me, Adrian -- what do you like? What do you want? Apart from 'sex,' because I'm taking that as a given."
"You?" he offered with a grin. "Okay, that's a given, too. I like topping. I've only... well, I've bottomed a lot but I only liked it once so far, but that was awesome -- Christian's great at it! But I know I'll need to be good at it before I get to be a libertine, and you're a professional so you'll be good too so if you want to top me that's cool. And I'd like to try the bench 'cause I've only ever had sex in bed for the last few months. So... whatever you want, really."
"You've got me, beautiful, I'm right here," Guy purred, running his hand down Adrian's side. "Like the pants, do you? Everybody likes the pants."
"They're great pants," Adrian agreed. He dropped his hands down to caress Guy's arse through the silk pants. "Mmmm, lovely. But I'll bet what's in 'em is even better." He tugged at the tie and let them fall around the man's ankles. "Oh, yeah! Knew it!" He dropped to his knees and took the tip of Guy's cock into his mouth, suckling gently before sliding down to the root.
"Jesus bloody fuck," Guy hissed under his breath, running his fingers through Adrian's curls. "Do that pretty well for a self-professed top, ya know. Plus you look beautiful on your knees," Guy complimented.
"Mmm, thanks. I guess it's more...." He paused for a moment, then continued, "Well, Johnny says I'm a bossy little shit in bed." Adrian grinned up at Guy and shrugged. "I like being in control, and the one sucking is the one in control. Not that I don't like being sucked or anything." He gave Guy a lick and rubbed his cheek against the man's taut belly. "So, are we gonna try out the bench, or did you have some other ideas?"
"I have many, many ideas, at all times, but I think we'll let you play client for the moment. Your show, Adrian. You want to be a libertine, yeah? Take a moment, and imagine that you're me -- you're the libertine. How do you want the client to treat you -- how do you want them to ask you for what you want?" Guy paused for a moment, letting Adrian think it through. "Now you're the client. You walk into the room, which is filled with the wonder that is me." He paused and batted his eyelashes. "What's next?"
Adrian cocked his head for a moment. He eyed Guy up and down and smiled. "Well, you're dressed right. How about if you undress me so we match?" He took a step back and lifted his arms, striking a pose with his weight on one hip.
Guy paused and looked Adrian over, running the back of his hand over his cocked out hip. "I'm guessing you're a cheeky one too," he murmured, moving his hand up and teasing over the skin just above his waistband, dipping his fingers underneath his pullover and slowly, too slowly, raising it over his head, careful to touch as much skin as possible as he lifted his shirt away. That done, eyes locked with Adrian's, he dropped to his knees, bracing himself well, then leaned forward, teasing open the button to his jeans using his mouth, then dragging the zipper down with his teeth.
"Ooooh, that's nice!" Adrian hummed in pleasure, enjoying the feel of Guy easing his jeans down. "Never had anyone do that for me, have to remember." He picked up one foot and then the other, then kicked his jeans out of the way. "Mmm, now what?" He glanced over his shoulder and his eye lighted on the bench again. "I think I want you to fuck me over the bench. It's been calling to me ever since I walked in here, you know? Umm, go kinda easy at first, okay?" He ran his hands through Guy's hair and over his muscular shoulders, his hands betraying a bit of nervousness.
"You're the client, remember? We go at whatever pace you want," Guy murmured, standing up and kissing Adrian thoroughly, his hands drifting down his back and over his ass, squeezing gently.
"Mmm, that's nice too." Adrian rubbed his way down Guy's body with his hands, then kissed him back, long and thoroughly. He took a step backward, drawing Guy along, still kissing, then another, until the backs of his knees bumped against the padded edge of the bench. "Here we go," he said, breaking the kiss. He knelt down and wriggled into the plush of the upholstery. "Oh, yeah, that feels good." He grinned over one shoulder and wriggled in Guy's general direction. "Can we try the pina colada lube? At least, they had it in the other room -- I couldn't believe there were so many different flavors! I love coconut, though, 'cause Jeannie back home makes the best coconut cream pie with pineapple sauce, it's my favorite dessert!"
Guy groaned inwardly. "Adrian? Christian said something about you having a vested interest in East. You know what a safeword is?"
"Uh huh."
"Right. I safeword on pina colada lube. But I'll make you a deal," Guy said quickly. "I will steal -- uh -- snag -- the pina colada lube from every client room that I go to while you are here, and give you one hella supply to take back home with you. Can't say fairer than that," Guy bargained.
Adrian laughed. "Okay, deal!"
"Excellent. Can I interest you in a nice lime, or perhaps a raspberry?" Guy suggested, sauntering over to the basket with a sway of his hips.
"Ooo, they have lime here? Sure, let's try that one!"
"Beautiful, this is Palace. We've got everything," Guy purred, snagging one out of the basket and heading back over to him, letting his hand drag down Adrian's back before kneeling behind him. "Lets see those legs open a little more then -- I know you're not shy," Guy teased, kissing him on the small of his back.
"Nope, not at all." Adrian shifted his position so his knees were spread farther apart. "Do you get people coming in who are shy? That must be weird. I mean, coming in and paying someone for sex and then getting shy?"
"Sure we get people who are shy," Guy said casually, slicking his fingers and teasing over Adrian's opening, not pressing in yet. "Maybe they think they're ready, but they're really not. Or maybe the idea of paying for sex is new for them. Maybe they've only ever bottomed, and they want to learn how to top. All sorts of reasons to be shy, mate," he finished, pressing in slowly with one finger.
"I... guess. Oh, that feels good! It's just, I can see being scared, like, well, if you've been hurt, you know? But just shy doesn't really compute for me. Oh, yeah, right there!" Adrian shifted a bit, trying to get Guy to hit that spot again.
"Mmm... now, see what you're doing right now? That's topping from the bottom... it's a good skill," Guy murmured, not yet making any move to come closer to hitting that spot again. "Some people like to be teased -- they like you to draw it out, make them wait for it... makes it extra good when you finally do what they're asking you for," Guy pressed gently against his prostate. "Others want what they want, and they want it yesterday, now and for the rest of the time you're there... you'll get to know who wants which." Guy grinned, sliding in a second finger beside the first.
Adrian giggled. "I'm sort of the impatient kind, I guess, from the way Johnny whines about it. I should learn to slow down sometimes though, yeah?" He deliberately stayed still, not nudging, wiggling or moving at all, just letting Guy do what he wanted to do at his own pace. It was hard, though, and his fingers started to ache after a minute of gripping into the padding of the bench.
"Relax, Adrian. Just relax and go with it," Guy encouraged, taking his time and prepping him carefully. "You said to go slow, and I'm taking your word for it, especially if you're not a frequent bottom, like you said. Go ahead and move if you want, let any sound out that you need to... loosen off your hands though. If one part of you is tense, the rest of you is gonna be tense."
Adrian obediently unclenched his hands, but then his butt tensed up. He relaxed that and then realized he was grinding down on his jaw. "It's hard! How do you relax everything at once? Mmmmm, right there! Oh, yeah!" and he went limp. "Ahh, you're good at that!"
"I'd better be, with what they pay me," Guy teased. "And you breathe, Adrian. Keep breathing, and focus on the sensation. Enjoy it as it's happening, take advantage of the prep stage -- don't just think of it as prelude to the good stuff. Although, speaking of which...." Guy eased his fingers out, lining up behind Adrian and pressing the head of his cock inside with a hiss. "Now you -- your pace, Adrian. Push back against me, be in control." Guy said through gritted teeth, hoping Adrian wouldn't take too much time.
Leaning forward with his weight on his arms and chest, Adrian pushed back with his hips, slowly taking all of Guy inside. He let out a little mewl of pleasure at the feeling of being filled, the solid pressure inside. He pulled off, then slid back down again, faster this time. "Oh, fuck that's good!"
Guy shifted his stance, bracing himself better, biting off a groan. "That's perfect, Adrian. Come on, then. Faster. Fuck yourself on me," he encouraged, resting his hands lightly against Adrian's hips.
"Sure, here we go!" Adrian sang out, then shifted back and forth, finding a faster rhythm. Once he settled into the quicker pace, he grinned and started experimenting with clenching his muscles around Guy's cock, first in time with his strokes, then at irregular intervals.
Jesus fucking Christ, this kid is a menace! Guy thought with a moan, forcing himself to keep mostly still, let Adrian run this one out, feeling in control. Guy hadn't forgotten the bit of nervousness in his voice at the idea of being fucked by Guy, and he was determined that it was going to be a good experience for Adrian. Even if it killed Guy.
"Do you like that? How's it feel? How about this?" Adrian shifted to slamming down as hard as he could with his muscles completely relaxed, then clenching as hard as he could while he slowly pulled off. He experimented with angles until he could feel the head of Guy's cock bumping hard against his sweet spot almost every time, and his own cock started leaking as the need to come built up.
You fucking sassy little minx! Guy shivered, his breath hot and fast against Adrian's back as he battled back the urge to take over and fuck him senseless against the bench. Instead, he shifted one hand forward, closing it around his cock and fisting him hard, letting his thumb rub over the head every few strokes. "Feels great, beautiful -- how's this working out for you?" he forced out, keeping his voice as level as possible.
"Aaaaaaah!" Adrian's eyes rolled back and his eyelids drifted half-closed. "Ohgod! Oh fuck!" He lost his rhythm as his hips began to spasm all on their own. His fingers dug into the bench one last time and he arched up against Guy, his muscles locking down around his cock as he jerked through his climax.
Guy let out a sharp hiss and let go, shuddering as his orgasm roared through him, lowering himself to rest against Adrian with a moan, being careful not to let his full weight against him. "Nicely done, mate," Guy muttered.
Adrian wiped the sweat off his forehead and panted for a minute, then wriggled out from under Guy as he pulled out. He stood up and stretched, his face glowing with a huge grin. "Oh, man, you were awesome! Hey, I'm here for two and a half weeks -- we've got to get together again, 'kay?"
"Christ, Adrian," Guy got up off the ground, stretching and heading for the hot towel dispenser, grabbing one and tossing another his way. "You don't need me -- you need half the bloody building! I'm surprised you haven't killed those two yet."
"Awww, they were just teasing. They wanted a chance to go off alone and make gooey-eyes at each other. We only fucked twice today, and there was like an hour in between." Adrian caught the towel and rubbed himself down with it. "Hey, why don't we go join them in the hot tub? I've never been in one and--" He cut himself off and just stood for a moment, standing in the doorway to the bathroom, then he turned and whispered, "C'mere! Check it out -- aren't they cute?" while gesturing for Guy to come and look.
Guy peeked around Adrian. "Awww... lookit them. You've done killed them. No, wait. I see breathing. C'mon -- lets leave 'em alone. We can check back in a bit and make sure their heads are still above water."
The sound of their voices fading away was Christian's cue to open his eyes. He could hear Guy and Adrian still, discussing the idea of having some lunch and leaving the 'lovebirds' to 'sink or swim.' He smirked and, bending his head, whispered into Johnny's ear, "Coast's clear. And remind me I'm not to tell Adrian that Palace even exists!"
Adrian, despite having just wrapped up his second major shag in less than three hours, was exploring the top drawer in the nightstand of the room on Lowers where he and Johnny and Christian had paused to try out the facilities. Johnny and Christian, who were still cuddling on the bed, getting their breath back and waiting for the sweat to dry, just looked at each other and exchanged eyerolls. "He just doesn't stop," Johnny whispered. "He's been like this ever since we started having sex, so I guess it's my fault. Sorry." He gave Christian a theatrically exaggerated wince and ducked his head in shame.
"I'd like to say I'll make you pay for it later." Christian spoke low into his ear. "Trouble is, I doubt I'll be alive later, much less capable of exacting revenge." The threat was spoiled by the grin that crossed his face when Johnny looked up at him and they shared a look for a moment before Christian decided that distracting Adrian from thoughts of 'more' might be the idea. "So?" he said, patting the bed by his side in invitation. "What do you think so far?"
"This is great!" Adrian shut the drawer with a click and came bouncing back onto the bed. He slithered up on top of Christian, reprising his position from earlier in the morning with his arms crossed on the man's chest, and beamed down into his face. "I've never seen a bed this huge before! And the mattress is perfect! And the carpet's great -- my toes thought they'd died and gone to paradise!"
Johnny grinned and tickled his ribs. "And there's even stuff to do when you're not fucking!"
"Eeek! Quitit!" Adrian jerked out of his reach, then settled back down. "And oh, man, yeah! I could just hang out at the pool all day and watch people going by! Who was that lady again with the shiny dark hair? Liz? And that blond dude in the library? And those two dark-haired guys we passed in the hall -- the little one was cute and the bigger one had a killer smile! Oh! And that other--!"
"Adrian!" Christian unfurled his arm from around Johnny and rolled Adrian over onto his back, coming to rest atop him. He proceeded to give Adrian what appeared to be a thorough examination, punctuated by Adrian's giggles and squeals, until the lad asked breathlessly what he was doing. To which he suavely replied, "Searching for the 'off' button. There has to be one." He busied himself with looking again.
Adrian just lay there giggling, twitching every now and then when Christian's "searching" turned up a ticklish spot. Johnny rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Give it up, love. We've looked. This model's obviously defective, 'cause there's no way to shut it down once it's turned on."
"What?" Christian lifted his head from where he'd been searching under Adrian's arm. "No battery even? What about a lead? Surely there's a plug we can pull?" He made to flip Adrian over onto his stomach, his search option obvious.
Adrian rolled over the rest of the way on his own and waggled his arse invitingly. "I don't think so, but you can search if you want," he offered, winking up at Johnny.
"Dammit! Nothing." Christian eyed the area and then pushed himself up onto his knees. "Our only option is to keep moving, lover. Maybe we can wear it out that way."
He got moving, pulling on his jeans and pullover, running his fingers through his hair while he waited for the other two to do likewise. "Right," he said when they were done. "Let's went."
Next on the agenda was the Upper Chambers and they arrived with the minimum of disruption, due in large part to the fact that the lift was empty and Adrian had no one to drool over. Christian strolled along the first corridor they came to, explaining the flower light system and stopping outside one which was dark. "This looks good," he said, opening the door.
Johnny peered into the room and said, "Wow!"
Adrian walked in past him, stopped and said, "Whoa! This is awesome!" He spent some time gaping at the furnishings, running his hands over the hardwood bedstead, polished to a satin finish, and the thick, velvety spread. He noticed that although the headboard was large and elaborately carved, there was no footboard. There was, however, a long bench at the foot of the bed, thickly padded in the same soft, plush fabric that the bedspread was made of. He eyed the bench, then the bed, then looked over his shoulder at Christian and Johnny, a speculative expression on his face.
"Oh, dear God," Christian whispered, but loud enough that both could hear. "He's got that look again. Johnny! Run!" He pretended to make a break for the door.
"Awww, come on! Just try to tell me you can walk through a place like this and not want to fuck!" Adrian laughed, scoffing at the very idea, as he hauled Christian back by one arm. "Look, that bench is just begging to have someone laid out across it!"
"Not me, sunshine." Christian grinned. "I'm too tall. Bed's much more comfortable." He demonstrated by flinging himself down on it, rolling off the other side before Adrian's flying leap could pin him. "Or there's the spa?" He stood by the side of the bed, hands on his hips and watching as Adrian 'whoofed' when he landed. "If we're staying, I'll book the room." He pulled his com out of his pocket and switched it on.
"Of course we're staying! And I didn't have you in mind for the bench, anyway." He grinned and scrambled off the bed to pounce on Johnny. "Although you'd have fit anyway, 'cause he's going across," he explained, pressing Johnny down across the bench on his stomach. "Now, you sit there," he looked up at Christian and pointed to the end of the bed, right where Johnny's head was, "or lie down or whatever, and I'll be back here." He knelt behind Johnny, yanking his jeans down and helping him off with them. "How's that?"
"Whoa! Wait a minute there Adri...." Christian's protest was cut off by a knock at the door and he grinned and headed for the door.
"Hi, Guy," he greeted, sliding his arms around the new arrival's waist and giving him a quick but thorough kiss. "Thanks for this," he whispered. "I saw you were free. Hope you don't mind." He 'sent' Guy the basics of the situation with Adrian and saw the other man's small nod of acknowledgment in his direction before swinging around and guiding him over to where Adrian and Johnny were and introducing them.
Guy grinned and cut Johnny the wink. "So tell me about your friend, Johnny," he drawled, his thumbs resting against his waistband. "Should know something about him, since I've been called in to rescue the two of you."
Johnny, sprawled across the bench in only his T-shirt, grinned up at Guy. "Umm, hi. It's good to meet you. And we've already determined that he doesn't have an 'off' switch. He really wants to try out this room. I'd kinda like to too, I mean it's really great you know? But Christian and I are kinda tired, so...?"
"Ignore him, he's a wuss," Adrian said with a grin. He hopped to his feet and bounced over to Guy. "Hi! I'm gonna be a libertine when I'm old enough. You're a libertine, aren't you? I can tell by the pants, that and you're gorgeous so if you're not a libertine you should be. Are you going to join us? That'd be cool -- Johnny and Christian are pooping out on me, which kinda sucks, 'cause there's still so much to do and this place is just great!"
Guy raised an eyebrow and looked over his shoulder at Christian and Johnny. "No off switch, eh? Tried regulating his diet? Switching him to decaf, cutting out sugar?" he teased, throwing an arm over Adrian's shoulder. "No? How 'bout fucking it out of him?"
"We tried that. Which is where you come in." Christian grinned and looked at Adrian. "I've known Guy for years and trust me, he knows all the ins and outs of this job." Shifting position, he yanked Johnny to his feet. "We're trying out the spa," he said. "You can talk to Guy, play chess with Guy, whatever you please."
Adrian wrapped his arms around Guy's neck and grinned up at him. "I think I like the idea of him trying to fuck it out of me. We can talk later. Or during. Or whatever."
"We just became redundant, thank goodness." Christian grinned down at Johnny. "Shall we soak?" He nodded toward the archway with a grand gesture.
"Excellent idea." Johnny pulled off his T-shirt and tossed it into a corner before heading into the bathroom to try out the tub.
"Bye, guys." Christian waggled his fingers at the other two. "Be good." He vanished after Johnny.
"So, just you and me. I wanna try out the bench, what do you think?" Adrian rubbed his hips up against Guy's while one hand threaded through his hair and the other explored his chest.
"Well, I'm guessing that the whole 'talk with a real live libertine' that Christian filled me in about is going to have to be preceded by a fuck by a real live libertine, because you are in no fit state for conversation." Guy grinned at the small demon wrapped around his neck. "So tell me, Adrian -- what do you like? What do you want? Apart from 'sex,' because I'm taking that as a given."
"You?" he offered with a grin. "Okay, that's a given, too. I like topping. I've only... well, I've bottomed a lot but I only liked it once so far, but that was awesome -- Christian's great at it! But I know I'll need to be good at it before I get to be a libertine, and you're a professional so you'll be good too so if you want to top me that's cool. And I'd like to try the bench 'cause I've only ever had sex in bed for the last few months. So... whatever you want, really."
"You've got me, beautiful, I'm right here," Guy purred, running his hand down Adrian's side. "Like the pants, do you? Everybody likes the pants."
"They're great pants," Adrian agreed. He dropped his hands down to caress Guy's arse through the silk pants. "Mmmm, lovely. But I'll bet what's in 'em is even better." He tugged at the tie and let them fall around the man's ankles. "Oh, yeah! Knew it!" He dropped to his knees and took the tip of Guy's cock into his mouth, suckling gently before sliding down to the root.
"Jesus bloody fuck," Guy hissed under his breath, running his fingers through Adrian's curls. "Do that pretty well for a self-professed top, ya know. Plus you look beautiful on your knees," Guy complimented.
"Mmm, thanks. I guess it's more...." He paused for a moment, then continued, "Well, Johnny says I'm a bossy little shit in bed." Adrian grinned up at Guy and shrugged. "I like being in control, and the one sucking is the one in control. Not that I don't like being sucked or anything." He gave Guy a lick and rubbed his cheek against the man's taut belly. "So, are we gonna try out the bench, or did you have some other ideas?"
"I have many, many ideas, at all times, but I think we'll let you play client for the moment. Your show, Adrian. You want to be a libertine, yeah? Take a moment, and imagine that you're me -- you're the libertine. How do you want the client to treat you -- how do you want them to ask you for what you want?" Guy paused for a moment, letting Adrian think it through. "Now you're the client. You walk into the room, which is filled with the wonder that is me." He paused and batted his eyelashes. "What's next?"
Adrian cocked his head for a moment. He eyed Guy up and down and smiled. "Well, you're dressed right. How about if you undress me so we match?" He took a step back and lifted his arms, striking a pose with his weight on one hip.
Guy paused and looked Adrian over, running the back of his hand over his cocked out hip. "I'm guessing you're a cheeky one too," he murmured, moving his hand up and teasing over the skin just above his waistband, dipping his fingers underneath his pullover and slowly, too slowly, raising it over his head, careful to touch as much skin as possible as he lifted his shirt away. That done, eyes locked with Adrian's, he dropped to his knees, bracing himself well, then leaned forward, teasing open the button to his jeans using his mouth, then dragging the zipper down with his teeth.
"Ooooh, that's nice!" Adrian hummed in pleasure, enjoying the feel of Guy easing his jeans down. "Never had anyone do that for me, have to remember." He picked up one foot and then the other, then kicked his jeans out of the way. "Mmm, now what?" He glanced over his shoulder and his eye lighted on the bench again. "I think I want you to fuck me over the bench. It's been calling to me ever since I walked in here, you know? Umm, go kinda easy at first, okay?" He ran his hands through Guy's hair and over his muscular shoulders, his hands betraying a bit of nervousness.
"You're the client, remember? We go at whatever pace you want," Guy murmured, standing up and kissing Adrian thoroughly, his hands drifting down his back and over his ass, squeezing gently.
"Mmm, that's nice too." Adrian rubbed his way down Guy's body with his hands, then kissed him back, long and thoroughly. He took a step backward, drawing Guy along, still kissing, then another, until the backs of his knees bumped against the padded edge of the bench. "Here we go," he said, breaking the kiss. He knelt down and wriggled into the plush of the upholstery. "Oh, yeah, that feels good." He grinned over one shoulder and wriggled in Guy's general direction. "Can we try the pina colada lube? At least, they had it in the other room -- I couldn't believe there were so many different flavors! I love coconut, though, 'cause Jeannie back home makes the best coconut cream pie with pineapple sauce, it's my favorite dessert!"
Guy groaned inwardly. "Adrian? Christian said something about you having a vested interest in East. You know what a safeword is?"
"Uh huh."
"Right. I safeword on pina colada lube. But I'll make you a deal," Guy said quickly. "I will steal -- uh -- snag -- the pina colada lube from every client room that I go to while you are here, and give you one hella supply to take back home with you. Can't say fairer than that," Guy bargained.
Adrian laughed. "Okay, deal!"
"Excellent. Can I interest you in a nice lime, or perhaps a raspberry?" Guy suggested, sauntering over to the basket with a sway of his hips.
"Ooo, they have lime here? Sure, let's try that one!"
"Beautiful, this is Palace. We've got everything," Guy purred, snagging one out of the basket and heading back over to him, letting his hand drag down Adrian's back before kneeling behind him. "Lets see those legs open a little more then -- I know you're not shy," Guy teased, kissing him on the small of his back.
"Nope, not at all." Adrian shifted his position so his knees were spread farther apart. "Do you get people coming in who are shy? That must be weird. I mean, coming in and paying someone for sex and then getting shy?"
"Sure we get people who are shy," Guy said casually, slicking his fingers and teasing over Adrian's opening, not pressing in yet. "Maybe they think they're ready, but they're really not. Or maybe the idea of paying for sex is new for them. Maybe they've only ever bottomed, and they want to learn how to top. All sorts of reasons to be shy, mate," he finished, pressing in slowly with one finger.
"I... guess. Oh, that feels good! It's just, I can see being scared, like, well, if you've been hurt, you know? But just shy doesn't really compute for me. Oh, yeah, right there!" Adrian shifted a bit, trying to get Guy to hit that spot again.
"Mmm... now, see what you're doing right now? That's topping from the bottom... it's a good skill," Guy murmured, not yet making any move to come closer to hitting that spot again. "Some people like to be teased -- they like you to draw it out, make them wait for it... makes it extra good when you finally do what they're asking you for," Guy pressed gently against his prostate. "Others want what they want, and they want it yesterday, now and for the rest of the time you're there... you'll get to know who wants which." Guy grinned, sliding in a second finger beside the first.
Adrian giggled. "I'm sort of the impatient kind, I guess, from the way Johnny whines about it. I should learn to slow down sometimes though, yeah?" He deliberately stayed still, not nudging, wiggling or moving at all, just letting Guy do what he wanted to do at his own pace. It was hard, though, and his fingers started to ache after a minute of gripping into the padding of the bench.
"Relax, Adrian. Just relax and go with it," Guy encouraged, taking his time and prepping him carefully. "You said to go slow, and I'm taking your word for it, especially if you're not a frequent bottom, like you said. Go ahead and move if you want, let any sound out that you need to... loosen off your hands though. If one part of you is tense, the rest of you is gonna be tense."
Adrian obediently unclenched his hands, but then his butt tensed up. He relaxed that and then realized he was grinding down on his jaw. "It's hard! How do you relax everything at once? Mmmmm, right there! Oh, yeah!" and he went limp. "Ahh, you're good at that!"
"I'd better be, with what they pay me," Guy teased. "And you breathe, Adrian. Keep breathing, and focus on the sensation. Enjoy it as it's happening, take advantage of the prep stage -- don't just think of it as prelude to the good stuff. Although, speaking of which...." Guy eased his fingers out, lining up behind Adrian and pressing the head of his cock inside with a hiss. "Now you -- your pace, Adrian. Push back against me, be in control." Guy said through gritted teeth, hoping Adrian wouldn't take too much time.
Leaning forward with his weight on his arms and chest, Adrian pushed back with his hips, slowly taking all of Guy inside. He let out a little mewl of pleasure at the feeling of being filled, the solid pressure inside. He pulled off, then slid back down again, faster this time. "Oh, fuck that's good!"
Guy shifted his stance, bracing himself better, biting off a groan. "That's perfect, Adrian. Come on, then. Faster. Fuck yourself on me," he encouraged, resting his hands lightly against Adrian's hips.
"Sure, here we go!" Adrian sang out, then shifted back and forth, finding a faster rhythm. Once he settled into the quicker pace, he grinned and started experimenting with clenching his muscles around Guy's cock, first in time with his strokes, then at irregular intervals.
Jesus fucking Christ, this kid is a menace! Guy thought with a moan, forcing himself to keep mostly still, let Adrian run this one out, feeling in control. Guy hadn't forgotten the bit of nervousness in his voice at the idea of being fucked by Guy, and he was determined that it was going to be a good experience for Adrian. Even if it killed Guy.
"Do you like that? How's it feel? How about this?" Adrian shifted to slamming down as hard as he could with his muscles completely relaxed, then clenching as hard as he could while he slowly pulled off. He experimented with angles until he could feel the head of Guy's cock bumping hard against his sweet spot almost every time, and his own cock started leaking as the need to come built up.
You fucking sassy little minx! Guy shivered, his breath hot and fast against Adrian's back as he battled back the urge to take over and fuck him senseless against the bench. Instead, he shifted one hand forward, closing it around his cock and fisting him hard, letting his thumb rub over the head every few strokes. "Feels great, beautiful -- how's this working out for you?" he forced out, keeping his voice as level as possible.
"Aaaaaaah!" Adrian's eyes rolled back and his eyelids drifted half-closed. "Ohgod! Oh fuck!" He lost his rhythm as his hips began to spasm all on their own. His fingers dug into the bench one last time and he arched up against Guy, his muscles locking down around his cock as he jerked through his climax.
Guy let out a sharp hiss and let go, shuddering as his orgasm roared through him, lowering himself to rest against Adrian with a moan, being careful not to let his full weight against him. "Nicely done, mate," Guy muttered.
Adrian wiped the sweat off his forehead and panted for a minute, then wriggled out from under Guy as he pulled out. He stood up and stretched, his face glowing with a huge grin. "Oh, man, you were awesome! Hey, I'm here for two and a half weeks -- we've got to get together again, 'kay?"
"Christ, Adrian," Guy got up off the ground, stretching and heading for the hot towel dispenser, grabbing one and tossing another his way. "You don't need me -- you need half the bloody building! I'm surprised you haven't killed those two yet."
"Awww, they were just teasing. They wanted a chance to go off alone and make gooey-eyes at each other. We only fucked twice today, and there was like an hour in between." Adrian caught the towel and rubbed himself down with it. "Hey, why don't we go join them in the hot tub? I've never been in one and--" He cut himself off and just stood for a moment, standing in the doorway to the bathroom, then he turned and whispered, "C'mere! Check it out -- aren't they cute?" while gesturing for Guy to come and look.
Guy peeked around Adrian. "Awww... lookit them. You've done killed them. No, wait. I see breathing. C'mon -- lets leave 'em alone. We can check back in a bit and make sure their heads are still above water."
The sound of their voices fading away was Christian's cue to open his eyes. He could hear Guy and Adrian still, discussing the idea of having some lunch and leaving the 'lovebirds' to 'sink or swim.' He smirked and, bending his head, whispered into Johnny's ear, "Coast's clear. And remind me I'm not to tell Adrian that Palace even exists!"