Big Poppa ~ Part II

20.

“What do you think Siarl will say if he’s introduced to another one of your buddies?”

Poppa stood on the kitchen steps, hanging the garlands and balloons to the wall. “’Not again’, probably,” he grunted, reaching into the corner.

“Indeed.” Delwyn handed him another balloon. “You’re mean, Poppa; you should give him a break instead of trying to fix him up.”

“He should have a lover. Everybody should be happy with a lover. He’ll have a cardiac arrest if he keeps working like he does… Are we done?”

“Yes. Step down carefully.”

The steps groaned under Poppa’s weight, but he stepped on the floor safely. “Alright. So we have decorations inside, torches and large candles outside, sparkles and firework. We’re set, right?”

“I hope Pryce isn’t scared of the firework...” Delwyn walked to the kitchen, opening the fridge. “Nibbles, bubbles, salads.” He looked at the table. “Candy, more nibbles, crackers... We don’t have to starve.”

“As long as we have enough of those ‘nibbles’,” Poppa smirked. “I could eat a horse...”

“There’s a bit of yesterday’s pasta left in the fridge. I’m going to change. Don’t stall, hm? I don’t want to be late.”

“I’ll be up before you can say Pop’s your daddy,” the bear grinned, already taking the bowl with the cold pasta. It was party time. Boy, was he looking forward to it.

*

Siarl arrived with Jean and Pryce. They were still best friends and very fond of each other. Delwyn was delighted to see them. They welcomed each other with warm hugs and kisses, before checking out the new cabin. It was clear everybody was happy, cheerful, and it promised to be a great night.

“We should all be in the hot tub at midnight,” Jean laughed. “It can easily take all five of us, right?”

“It can even take six,” Poppa grinned with mischievously gleaming eyes, but the hint wasn’t noticed.

They went inside to have the first bites of food and some drinks. Everybody was relaxed, even Pryce. He knew all these people. It was good. He was still quiet though, sitting close against Jean as the men chatted. They all shut up when a vehicle honked its horn outside. It sounded like a motorcycle.

“More guests...?” Jean asked surprised, looking at Delwyn.

Delwyn stood up, nodding apologetically. “Let’s go out and see...” He was dying of curiosity.

Siarl stood up slowly, glancing at his big friend. “I hope you didn’t do what I think you did,” he growled suspiciously.

“Did do what? I have no idea what you’re talking about.” With a broad grin, he led the way out. “Leonin!”

“Big guy!”

Delwyn stopped on the porch, Pryce hid behind Jean to peek over his shoulder, and Siarl held his balance against the door frame. They all stared at the men, hugging each other with firm slaps on each other’s back and shoulders.

Big Poppa was large and heavy, and Siarl was big because of his authoritative appearance. But Leonin was tall, slim, and as he pulled off his leather biker jacket, they could see he was tattooed from his neck to his wrists. He was wearing leather pants, biker boots, and a muscle top. His hair was spiky and gray, he had light gray eyes, and his tanned face had nice wrinkles, clearly because he laughed a lot. His right wrist was full with steel braces and leather straps, and his fingers were either tattooed or carrying broad steel rings.

“Hello, gang! My name is Leonin. You can call me Leo.” He had a heavy cockney accent.

Poppa pulled him with him. “This is my husband Delwyn,” he said. “My pretty.”

“You sure are! Hey babe...” Leo took the offered hand, pulled him closer, and kissed his cheek once.

Delwyn was speechless. Luckily, Poppa dragged him to Jean next, introducing him. Jean got the same greeting.

“And who’s the shy little bunny? Hi!”

Pryce giggled, hiding a bit further behind his protector. He didn’t offer his hand, but curiously looked at the colorful arms and the braces. Leo didn’t try to persuade him. He had spotted Siarl.

Siarl had observed the introductions quietly. His eyes were shooting fire at Poppa, his lips a thin stripe. Surely he didn’t. He couldn’t be trying to fix him up, again!

Leo took a relaxed stance in front of him, sliding his gaze from the dark hair to the expensive shoes. “Rich guy, huh...?” he smirked. “But you’re Pop’s friend, so... Hello, I’m Leo.”

It took a moment to find his voice. “Siarl,” he growled, ignoring the offered hand. “And not amused.”

“Not amused? Oh dear, and we’re going to have a party! What’s up, love? Don’t you like body art?”

“Get lost,” Siarl hissed. He turned around, and legged fiercely inside. He heard the chuckle behind him. Perhaps he could leave now?

The others followed inside. Soon the cabin lounge was buzzing with activity. Leo got a tour, and he made compliments all the time. He ended up in the sofa.

For the occasion, Siarl had occupied the chair, and he wasn’t willing to leave it. He threw angry glances at Poppa, who pretended he didn’t notice. Everybody ignored him. Eventually, as the others weren’t looking at him anyway, he dared to take a better look at the new guest.
Leonin. In his thoughts, Siarl smirked. Tattoos everywhere -he wondered how far they went- and steel jewelry. The man had no style and no class. What the hell had Poppa been thinking?

The conversation went from the hot rod shop to the club. Jean spoke with passion about his future Blue Lotus, and told Leo about the Black Lotus.

Leo slowly turned his head to the quiet man in the chair. “You have a BDSM club?” he asked in awe. “You?” He looked him up and down again, with a disbelieving grin. “No way. A sex club with leather and whips? Awesome! There’s more than meets the eye then, huh?”

“I own the place,” Siarl growled. “I don’t participate.”

“Uhuh, sure.” Leo laughed aloud. “I don’t buy that for a second. With a hot bod like that, you’d be more than willing to get fucked.”

No style, no class. Siarl already took a deep breath to give him a piece of his mind, when Jean came to the rescue by asking Leo if Pryce could see his tattoos. The man offered his arms immediately. Gritting his teeth, Siarl looked for Poppa again, to give him another angry look. The big man had hidden himself in the kitchen with Delwyn though, not ready to be confronted yet. He would tell him later. Oh, yes.

Pryce never lost physical contact with Jean as he looked at the colorful pictures on the new guy’s arms. Leo showed him everything, and even Delwyn stepped behind the sofa to take a look. Some tattoos were old, but most were crisp and modern. They all had meanings like ‘my first bike’, ‘my mum/dad/sister/first cat’, and ‘my birth town’. Leo even pulled off his top, to show a large back piece of a motorcycle with him on it. It was very well done. When he turned back to show his chest, they could see a stylized image of a cock on his abdomen. The boys all laughed. Leo glanced at Siarl, and winked.

Siarl didn’t try to look away. He had been looking at the tattoos, yes. Since Leo had caught him now, he didn’t try to pretend that he hadn’t. He looked up, into the man’s eyes, holding his gaze to see who would look away first.
Jean asked if he could see the back piece again, and Leo turned without letting go of his eye contact with Siarl. Now they couldn’t see his face anymore, the man lifted a hand, pointing at Siarl with two fingers. He mimed ‘you’, pointed at himself with ‘me’, and then slowly licked his fingertips. Siarl was intrigued at the length of the tongue... But of course, his face remained blank, his eyes betrayed nothing, and he didn’t look away.

Finally, it was again Jean who rescued him. “One hour left!” he announced, pulling Pryce next to him. “Is the tub hot?”

“What tub?” Leo asked with an uncertain grin, dressing up again. He had lost the staring-game now.

“The hot tub! We’re all having a dip at midnight, Leo. I hope you brought something?”

“Got my tattoos,” the man smirked. “I’m not getting naked with strangers, Jean, I hope you understand?”

“Oh, poo!” Jean pouted. “Hm.” He glanced at Siarl, who threw him a hard look, and sighed indulgently. “Alright, no tub. I was looking forward to that...”

“I can leave,” joked Leo.

“In that case we’re getting in the tub,” Siarl blurted before he could stop himself. He heard Jean laugh, and he bit his tongue. Why did he say that? That was so unprofessional and childish...

“Help me in the kitchen,” Delwyn said, poking Jean’s shoulder. “We have to get everything to the coffee table.”

Leo stood up too, supple and slowly, and took a low stool. He sat down next to the chair. “You hate me,” he said calmly.

“I don’t hate you,” Siarl said after a moment. “I don’t know you enough to hate you.”

“You don’t like tattoos, then,” Leo suggested, leaning on the armrest and looking up. “Or you only like young men.”

Perhaps it was easy to say that yes, he hated older tattooed bikers. But no. “I have nothing against tattoos,” Siarl said calmly. “Or older guys. Try again.”

“I’m lost,” Leo said. He dropped an arm in the chair, and took Siarl’s hand, then the other. “One ring only?” He observed the long fingers. “Never another ring either. They would suit you, though. No piercings?”

“No jewels, no piercings. Never spent time on it.” Despite himself, Siarl was amused. He relaxed a little.

“You spend a lot of time indoors,” Leo continued his observation. “Behind a desk. Working hard in your club? In the office, I mean,” he added before Siarl could make a snappy remark. “But you have a good-looking body, so you like exercising. Beautiful hair too. You like healthy food.”

“Are you a doctor?” Siarl asked with one eyebrow pulled up.

“No. You should look at me too, Siarl... Short nails, still with black under them although I obviously scrubbed them. I’m a mechanic. I build bikes, Siarl.”

“Why did Rick invite you?”

“Don’t know. It came as a complete surprise to me. Lucky for him I had no plans yet.” Leo was obviously at ease, on his low stool. He leaned on the armrest of the chair, supporting his head with a hand. “Why do you think he invited me?”

“To fix me up,” Siarl said, with a slight sigh. He didn’t object to the observation. It surprised him how relaxed he was. In turn, he took a better look at the man’s hair and face. Leonin looked older than Poppa, but he was handsome. His face was worn, mature, and the gray hair matching the eyes looked remarkably good on him.

“Do you need fixing?” Leo laughed softly. “I’m good at fixing. What broke? Your heart?”

Despite himself, Siarl laughed. “And you are good at fixing hearts?”

“Nah… Bikes, not hearts. I usually break those,” Leo said with a blinkingly white smile.

“Mmh. Saying you’re a heartbreaker isn’t sexy, Leonin. I don’t know what you are doing, but this isn’t working.”

“Oh… You want me to be sexy, is that it?” Leo teased. “Maybe we should get in that tub after all then…”

“In your dreams,” Siarl assured him. “I’m not going to undress tonight. I want to relax, have fun, but nothing else.”

“What do I have to do to get you naked, Siarl?” Leo still teased, slightly grinning. He had nice wrinkles around his eyes when he laughed, and his eyes had a mischievous sparkle.

Siarl leaned towards him, looking deeply in his eyes. “I think I’ll let you find that out yourself,” he said softly, so the others couldn’t hear him. He knew the rest was watching them, but he didn’t look up. “Perhaps you should try real hard, Leonin, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll undress for you. But not tonight,” he added with a sultry whisper.

Leo moaned quietly. “You’re challenging me,” he whispered back. “Be careful, handsome. I like challenges.”

“Do you now… And what reward would you like, if you win?”

“When I win, Siarl, not if. Reward, hm? Mmm… I think I’d like some of you, handsome. You, with those long legs spread, under me. How would you like that?”

“You think I would offer myself as bottom for you?” Siarl smirked, but he still whispered. Their faces were now so close together, he could feel the warmth of Leonin’s lips on his own. “I’m a top, sexy…”

“You’ll be bottom for me, I’m sure. And I promise you, you will love it.”

“I see… You’re presumptuous, aren’t you…”

“No, I’m not. I’m just certain you will love it so much, and you will come so hard, you’ll be hooked for life.”

“Really…”

“Yeah, really. Am I intriguing you, gorgeous?”

“Even if you were, I wouldn’t tell you, would I… I won’t make this easy for you.”

“Good. Make it hard for me.”

The double meaning of those words was maybe unintentional, but it was clear. Siarl sniggered softly, but he stopped when Leo tilted his head and leaned forward. Watching him through half-closed eyes, he felt the tip of the hot tongue sliding over his lips. He held his breath, but he didn’t pull back or protest as the man abruptly pushed into his mouth for a hard kiss. Around him, he heard the others gasp. It amused him.

Leo finished the kiss, and licked his lips. “You taste good,” he said, still with that husky whisper. “Makes me want to have more.”

“Do your best,” Siarl replied. His lips were wet, but he didn’t wipe them. “It’s going to be difficult to catch and hold my attention, Leonin. I’m not easy.”

“I said I like challenges.” Finally, Leo stood up. Turned to Siarl but with his back to the others, only the dark-haired man could see the arousal in the leather pants. “You like? It will be yours soon, gorgeous… I promise.”

“We’ll see, Leonin.” For Siarl, the conversation was over. Mainly because he was afraid he would lose the game if Leo gave him a few more of those kisses. Although the man was still standing close against the chair, he stood up. He noticed Leo was almost a head taller than him, and sinewy rather than muscular. Although he was wearing leather pants, they were functional, and not for games. He tried to picture him in his club. It didn’t work. He could just kick himself for being intrigued.
“I’m going outside for a smoke,” he said. “Don’t follow me.”

“You’re in no position to give me orders,” Leo said, obviously amused. “But I’ll let you cool off, sexy. I can see you enjoyed my tongue.”

Although Siarl really wanted to place a snappy remark, he couldn’t think of any. Without pulling on his coat, he walked out of the cabin, to smoke a cigar in the cool air, alone.

Inside, the others began to whisper urgently with each other. Jean turned to Leonin, eyes wide. “What the hell was that!” he said in awe. “You kissed him!”

“And he tasted good, too…”

“I know. He’s a great kisser. But you’re no bottom, are you?”

“Heh! I like versatility, Jean, but mainly I’m a top, yes. What does that matter? I think he rather liked it…”

“Of course he liked it,” Jean said, sitting on the sofa with Pryce close against his side. “We all like to be kissed like that. But you shouldn’t set your hopes too high, Leo… Siarl is a businessman, and he’s married to his work. I tried to be his lover, but I couldn’t get his attention.”

“You’re kidding! But you have Pryce now, huh? So you’re okay with me hunting him?”

“By all means,” Jean waved with a dainty hand. “You’re hunting him?” he then repeated, frowning.

“He challenged me,” Leo grinned. “His ass is mine, baby, and quicker than your sexy friend expects. Married to his work? He’ll divorce very soon, I promise. Tell me about that club of his.”

“I don’t know if I should…”

Poppa joined in, grinning from ear to ear. “I knew I could count on you,” he said. “What are you planning to do? Don’t use him now, eh?”

“Use him?” Leo looked at the door leading outside. “I ain’t gonna use him,” he said with his accent fatter than before. “I’m gonna fuck him, and I’m gonna make him seeing stars, baby, but I ain’t gonna break his heart. If he’s what I think he is, he and I will have a lot of fun. So Jean, tell me about the Black Lotus. How do you get in?”