Big Poppa ~ Part II

2..
Delwyn was still looking at his ring when they left to go to the cabin. It blinked so lovely in the first rays of the morning sun. He still had that light-headed, fuzzy feeling. With a deep, happy sigh, he put his hands in his lap, and looked at the scenery. “I want to tell Jean,” he murmured with a soft smile. “He’ll be delighted...”

“You think?” Poppa chuckled as he imagined Jean’s reaction to the news. “Invite him for dinner... Then you can show off that ring. He probably wants to see it immediately.”

“Oh, what a good idea. Tonight?”

“You really can’t wait, can’t you?” Poppa laughed out loud. “Here I was, thinking we would have our honeymoon for a week, and you want to invite your friends the first day!”

“Not my friends,” Delwyn said apologetically. “Only Jean.” It didn’t work out between Joseph and Barney after all. They had their fun together, until Barney decided he liked women better. He didn’t even have the courtesy to break up with Joseph first, when he slept with two young women at once. It had cooled their friendship a little, to say the least. And he hadn’t seen Elizabeth for months.

“Tell him to pack his toothbrush. He can spend the night, so he doesn’t have to drive back through the woods. We’ll be quiet.” Poppa liked Jean. He didn’t want him in the tent outside, like the young man had done once or twice in the summer. It was much colder now.

“I doubt he would mind hearing us making love.” Delwyn took his cellphone, and began to type a message. Better than phoning him. He would spoil the surprise immediately.

“He could be jealous... Oh! How about I invite a friend of mine too? Maybe we can fix him up.”

“A friend?” Delwyn stared at Poppa for a second. Sure, the man mentioned friends from time to time, mostly like ‘Sharl-who-owns-that-club-you-know?’, but he had never actually met one. Excuse number one: too busy. Real reason: Poppa loved to stay in bed with Delwyn every spare minute. “Yes, why not? But we’re not trying to fix Jean up. He wouldn’t appreciate it.”

“I don’t know if Siarl can make it...” He pronounced it as ‘Sharl’. “He’s very busy with that club of his. I’ll give it a try when we’re unpacked, alright? Could be fun... Too bad we can’t have a barbecue!”

“I can grill meat and make potato salad, if that makes you happy. Having a little indoor party, hm?” That said, he took his cell again -Jean had already answered him with enthusiasm, he saw- and sent his friend the request to bring something with him. He made great filled peppers. Maybe he could bring the ingredients, and cook together. The reply came instantly. Jean was looking forward to it.
Pleased, Delwyn leaned over to his lover, kissing the rough cheek. “I’m already having fun, and we haven’t even started yet.”

*

It was different, at the lake. The trees surrounding the cabin and water were bare, the light was paler. The lake looked darker and less invitingly. They sure wouldn’t swim, this week; there even was snow in the air.
Inside, it was much better. The wooden walls and woolen curtains were warm, even with the watery sun coming through the windows.
Poppa brought the bags in, putting them upstairs and in the kitchen. He left Delwyn to it, and went back to the truck to get the new rugs and the boxes with candles. It involved a lot of moving around with furniture, but by the time Delwyn had unpacked and filled the larder, Poppa had transformed the lounge in a cozy nest for the winter. He received another kiss and a smile as a compliment.

“Phone that friend of yours. I want to know if I have to cook for another Poppa. I reckon he’s just like you...?”

“I’m unique,” snorted Poppa. “But yeah, he can eat a lot. Real men don’t diet.”

“Thank you,” Delwyn replied with a pout, but he knew Poppa didn’t mean it like that. He let the man to it, and went back upstairs to make the bed and to change into more comfortable clothes. He couldn’t walk around naked yet. Maybe later, when the guests were gone. He hoped Poppa had enough wood for the whole week. He loved the open flames of the hearth on his skin.

“Siarl will come as soon as he can!” Poppa grinned as he climbed up. “Seems he wasn’t at the club anyway, today. We better get things ready fast.”

“I hope they won’t show up that early though! I just made the bed and all...”

“So? Want to ruin your hard work already?” Poppa pushed his hands in the pockets, parting his feet a little, knowing perfectly well what effect that stance had on his younger husband.

“But... Furs!” The blonde looked at the bed, eyes wide, explaining everything he felt in one word. He bit his lip as Poppa burst out in a laugh.

“Darling... You’ll get more exercise on those furs than you can handle, believe me. Come on down with me. You won’t drop your pants just yet, okay? Keep it up, a little.”

“Are you already bored with me?” Delwyn mumbled, sitting down to pull on fluffy socks.

“What? No! No way, pretty...” The big man knelt in front of Delwyn, and took his face between his hands. “I love to have you, you little horndog... You know that. I know you love it too. But sometimes, I like to tease my balls a bit. I like them to cramp, sometimes. Okay, silly?”

Delwyn knew what he meant. Sometimes it was great to be on edge all day, to feel his half-hard package rubbing against his pants. He sometimes enjoyed the constant sizzle in his lower belly as he looked at Poppa, knowing he could do something about it any moment, but deliberately refraining from it.
As an answer, to tell him it was indeed okay and he wasn’t silly, he pulled Poppa close, giving him the first of many teasing, hot kisses.

*

“Wy-y-yn!”

Poppa pressed his hands to his ears to protect them against the happy screech. Jean always did that, but he was too late.

“Jean!” Delwyn pulled the slender man between his arms for a firm, loving hug. “Come in, quick! It’s nice and warm here. Poppa will take your bag in. Come here! I have to show you something!”

Affected by his friend’s enthusiasm, Jean let him tug him to the sofa. “You look good,” he commented. “Had a bit of fun before I arrived...?”

“No,” answered Poppa before Delwyn could open his mouth, “we’re cock-teasing today. What do you drink, Jean?”

“Dry red wine would be lovely. What does he mean?” he added quietly as Poppa walked to the drinks cabinet.

“We’re keeping up for tonight, while making it as hard as possible for each other. Literally,” Delwyn chuckled. “Don’t worry, we’ll be quiet tonight.”

“Mmhmm, sure.” Jean didn’t believe it. “Ah, Poppa... Thank you, darling.” His blue eyes -one with a huge pupil- fell on the man’s finger as he took the glass from him. “Is that the reason you two are burning with passion, darlings...?”

Delwyn rolled his eyes. “It’s so you to spot that ring, just like that! Damn, and I wanted to lead it in...”

“Lead what in?” Jean blinked innocently, pressing his four-fingered hand against his chest in mock-shock. “Go on,” he said, sitting straight. “Tell me the way you wanted it. But I saw that ring as soon as you hugged me, darling. I may be blind in one eye, but the other one works perfectly. Poppa’s ring simply finished the puzzle. Tell me, Delwyn Llew. Or...”

“Bowen-Llew,” Delwyn said, looking briefly at Poppa with warmth. “We are married.”

Poppa had to block his ears again, and even Delwyn winched at the loud cry. “You are?! Oh my gods that’s so wonderful! Congratulations!” Jean kissed his friend full on the lips, and jumped up to do the same to Big Poppa. “You monster!” he laughed, slapping the belly. “First you seduce that classic closet-case of mine, and now you married him? You are such a romantic beast!”

Laughing, Poppa tried to stop the slapping hands. He took the slender wrists gently in his hands, pulling them up to kiss the fingers. “I wanted him to be mine, and I want others to know it. Hence that exorbitant ring. So you approve?”

“Oh, hell yes! Of course I do. I love to be your brother-in-law. After all, Del is my unofficial little brother...” Jean sat down again, and took his glass. “Did you tell the others yet?”

“I told no one... You’re the very first to know. Yes, you’re that special to me. I have to tell you something else...” Jean’s good eye lit up expectantly. “We’ll have another guest tonight. Poppa’s friend Charles will be the second to know. He wants to fix you up,” he added with a loud whisper.

“Siarl,” corrected Poppa, sitting in his large chair. “He’s Welsh too.”

Jean wanted to make a snappy remark about fixing him up, but now he closed his mouth with a soft thud. He self-consciously stroked a lock of black hair behind an ear. “Welsh, hm? And friend of yours...? Does he look anything like you, or...?”

“Jean! Oh, I should have known.” Delwyn shook his head. “You’ll behave, alright?”

“Oh, sure! I’ll keep my hands above the blankets while you two spill out the result of a day long of cock-teasing, and I won’t touch a hunky man sleeping in the same cabin.”

“Bed.”

“I beg your pardon?”

Poppa emptied his glass, and stood up to get a refill. “Same bed. That sofa you’re sitting on. It’s our spare bed. We have only one.”

Delwyn and Jean looked at each other, too stunned to react just yet. O-kaaay...