The Nebraskan Peach Pie Incident

A week later when they were cuddled up on the sofa in B\'s father\'s house, slowly getting each other worked up with teasing touches and unsatisfyingly short kisses as they watched the world\'s longest soccer game, Brantley stroked a hand across his cheek and asked, \"You want to tie me up?\", which was hot a hell but really out of nowhere, so Fitz had to ask:

\"Uh, why? I mean, why would you think I\'d want something like that?\" There he went asking the wrong questions at the wrong times again. Deep down he must really like being alone.

\"Well, sexual violence is about control. You\'re afraid that I want all the control, that\'s why you can\'t let me unbutton things, even though you\'d like the things I\'d do once the buttons were out of the way. So, you tie me up and you get all the control.\"

\"But I don\'t want to hurt you, control you.\"

\"So we only tie me up a little.\" He nipped at Fitzy\'s neck again.

\"A little?\" he asked, holding back a moan.

\"Yeah, loosely, so I could get free if I really wanted to and we have a safety word. I say \'Piccadilly Circus\' and you stop.\"

\"You\'d really do that for me?\"

\"I\'d do anything for you, Peaches, don\'t you know that yet?\" More neck action.

\"Guess not.\" He stretched his head to the side to enable better access.

\"Well, get that through your thick skull, I\'m not him. I\'m me and I want this. I want us, no matter what it takes to make it work.\" B kissed him on his thick skull.

\"Why?\"

\"Now you\'re just fishing,\" he smirked.

\"Yeah, a little.\" They kissed for a few minutes more.

\"Come on, let\'s go upstairs,\" B whispered against his neck and, yes, that idea was scary in itself, but Brantley was perfect, so Fitz had at least a little faith that it would all be okay, so they went upstairs.

They\'d found a couple of silk ties and Brantley was shirtless and lashed to the bed, his arms spread wide-open and damn, but that was doing good things for Fitzy. \"Piccadilly Circus? That\'s the safety, right?\"

\"Yeah, that or ow!\"

\"Okay, Piccadilly Circus or ow, got it.\" He started with Brantley\'s mouth, familiar territory, yes, but still very good, very, very good. They kissed and Fitz slid himself over Brantley, fitting their bodies together. He worked his way down, neck, shoulder, chest, nipple- he stayed there a little while, which was good because it made Brantley buck up under him and curse, in French no less. He\'d have to ask him where that came from later, when real conversation could be held again. B\'s belly was smooth and hard and licking his navel made him curse like a Frenchman again. Fitzy was learning how sensitive the line of skin just above the waist of Brantley\'s jeans was when there was a noise from the floor below.

Fitzy sat up to listen just as B started frantically whispering, \"Piccadilly Circus, Piccadilly Circus, damn it, help me get untied, Fitz!\" Fitz did.

Someone was calling for Brantley from downstairs, making B panic. They found his shirt and he was working on the buttons when Jackson Floyd walked in. \"Oh hey, there you are, son.\" He took a look at Fitz, rumpled and breathless and did a double take. \"I didn\'t know you had a guest. You\'re the Fitzgerald boy, aren\'t you? Terrible shame about your parents, just terrible.\" He reached out to shake Fitzy\'s hand.

\"Uh, th-thank you,\" Fitz stuttered.

\"Jack, what are you doing home? I mean, I wasn\'t expecting.\" B stopped and winced. \"I mean, welcome home.\" He stepped up and hugged the man, easing some of the awkwardness of it all.

\"So, you\'re gay then? Guess I should\'ve expected something like that considering where you grew up.\"

\"Dad!\"

\"No, look, it\'s not a problem. I just wasn\'t expecting more secrets, that\'s all.\"

\"It wasn\'t exactly a secret, I mean, I\'m out. I just hadn\'t really got the chance to-\"

\"It\'s okay, Brant. Don\'t worry about it. Should I go out for a while, give you some privacy, or do you boys want to go and try and find a half-decent restaurant and get some dinner?\" He threw an arm around each of them and sort of jostled their shoulders good-naturedly.

Brantley looked across to Fitzy, who shrugged and answered for them, \"That would be great, dinner I mean, sir.\"

\"Don\'t call me sir. You\'re sleeping with my son, call me Dad,\" he laughed and started for the door. \"Well, come on, fellows, I haven\'t eaten in hours, unless you count the airline food, which I don\'t.\"

***

Jackson Floyd was a really nice guy, and hot, but that was beside the point because Fitz was taken, a concept that was still new and sparkly in his brain. They ate Pizza and Jackson told Fitz the story of how he met Brantley\'s mother. Fitz had the feeling that B might never have heard the story, or maybe heard a really different version, because it was not a great story, but it wasn\'t all that bad. Jack had had a one-night stand with a pretty girl when he\'d been traveling on business in Quebec and hadn\'t heard from her again until he got a letter from her executor. His description of Brantley\'s mother was really flattering and, if it had happened anything like he described it, then Fitz didn\'t really blame him for sleeping with her. It all sounded weirdly like a fairy tale. Brantley didn\'t seem impressed.

When B went to the john, Jack leaned over and asked, \"I\'m not doing so well am I?\"

\"I\'m not sure there\'s much you could do differently, Brantley\'s not ready to be easy about it,\" Fitzy answered, surprising himself by knowing B better than he thought he did. Somewhere between the fruit aisle and the pizza parlor Fitzy had learned Brantley better than he\'d ever learned anyone.

\"I just don\'t know how to make it all up to him. It\'s not as if I wouldn\'t have liked to have known him back then. His mother didn\'t tell either of us. She just left us letters as part of her will. So, not only is he mourning his mother, but he gets to find out that I\'m not dead like she always told him. His mother really did a number on him.\" Just then, B got back from the can and kind of swept them out of the restaurant.

They parted ways with Jack and Brantley came back to Fitz\'s place. Brantley spent the night, but they didn\'t tie him up again or even really make out much. They just slept in each other\'s arms, which was frustrating, but also good. Fitzy was glad to be able to be what B needed for once.

***

In the morning, Fitz had to open the Library, since his boss was still on maternity leave, so they kissed much more than was prudent considering that they weren\'t going to get to follow-through and Fitz was about ten minutes late, not that anybody noticed. Jack showed up around noon with sandwiches wanting Fitzy\'s advice as to how to proceed in trying to get Brantley not to hate him. The only thing Fitz could say on the subject was that Brantley was really forgiving by his very nature, so what Jack needed to do was to stop pushing so hard. Fitz could already tell that that was the last thing Jack was going to do, it was contrary to his nature.

When Fitz saw B that night- he was sitting on Fitz\'s couch when he got home from work, having remembered the key in the strawberry pot- when Fitz saw B that night and told him about his conversation with Jack, Brantley just nodded and said not to worry, he\'d handle it and left. If Fitz had thought that Brantley could really have been violent, he would have worried about Jack, but as it was, he just hoped that Jack would listen when Brantley told him to back off.

An hour later, Brantley was back and pissed off. Fitzy distracted him by getting down on his knees and giving his first ever blowjob, while Brantley leaned against the wall, banging his head back against it to keep from grabbing Fitz by the ears for leverage. It was a lot harder to give head than Fitz had expected. His jaw hurt and his knees hurt, but it was worth it for the French curses coming from B\'s mouth as he got close. By that time, Fitz had given in and dug his own dick out of his pants, pumping himself in rhythm with the work of his mouth. Fitz came first by about thirty seconds, which worked out well because if they\'d come at the same time, he surely would have choked. After that, they went to bed and in the morning, Brantley woke him before his alarm with a really fantastic hand job, which brought them both off, even though they never actually got B\'s shorts off.