Sparky

4.
Robin's alarm went off. He used his cellphone for that. He reached out for it, pushing it off the bedside cabinet, where it continued ringing on the floor. Groaning, he climbed out of bed, and finally shut it off.
“Ugh...” At the side of the bed, he stretched and yawned, slowly waking up. He felt as if a truck had hit him, that night. Or a Grizzly. The thought made him smile. Staggering, he walked to the bathroom, to take a long, hot shower. His hips were slightly bruised, he saw as he soaped his skin. His ass was sore too. Perhaps he needed a break, before they would meet again. It would be better for them as well. They shouldn't see each other that often, to start with. Robin chuckled softly to himself. Yeah, right.

Grizzly wouldn't be home soon. Robin used the key the man had given him, locking up, and went to work. He'd rather stay in bed to wait for his big lover... He should take a week off soon.
It was the first thing he arranged, at work. After that, it was work as usual. Boring, but easy. He made a very good salary with relatively easy work. Only yesterday he learned garbage-truck drivers made even more...

'You've got mail' The warning popped up on the screen. Robin thoughtlessly opened it.

'Dancing, next Saturday! No excuses this time, or we'll come and get you! Love, Nix.'

Oh, great. His friends were getting impatient. Robin hesitated before he replied, thinking about what, and how much, he would tell Nick.

'Fine,' he eventually typed, 'but we'll meet some place else. There's something I got to tell you.' He almost signed with 'Sparky'.
He ignored all the emails he received after that, and didn't answer his phone. Only when Grizzly phoned him, of course. The man called him every evening.

'Sparky... Grizzly needs you! I'm hard and my balls hurt... Get your juicy bum down here! Please?'

Robin smiled, clearing his apartment as he listened to the pleas. “Saturday, Grizzly,” he said, like he'd said for days. “Tomorrow. You can keep up one more day, can't you? And then you can have me for a whole week.”

'I want to start now! Tonight! It's weekend, sweety... I can't keep up for much longer...'

“One more day,” Robin almost sang. “You have to work tomorrow morning, and it wouldn't be complete. We'll meet at the pub, tomorrow evening, and then I'll spend the whole night with you.”

'You'll go dancing first,' muttered Grizzly. 'With your friends. It's not fair.'

“Oh, you big baby,” laughed Robin. “I long for you too, believe me. The more special it will be, hm?” He wondered if he would be dancing, after his friends had met Grizzly. “I love you, big guy,” he said softly as nerves briefly filled his stomach. “Don't let me down now, okay?”

'You know I'll never let you down,' growled Grizzly. 'And I goddamn love you too. So does my bad Daddy. I'm looking down on a painful hard erection, you know that?'

“I didn't know that, no...” Robin chuckled. “We're not having sex on the phone now, so put it away!”

'It's wet at the tip... Makes the skin all wet and slippery. It moves easily up and down. Mm...'

“Grizzly! You're cheating!”

'I don't give a shit. Gotta come, or my balls will fall off. Oh yeah...'

Robin listened to the soft sighs and moans, smiling dreamily. He ignored his own erection, since he truly wanted to safe it for the next night, but it was nice to hear the man enjoying himself. “I still haven't swallowed you,” he said softly. “Mm... I want to suck on that fat head, I want to lick you. I want to pull your hairy balls, and feel your ass with my fingertips...”

'Would you finger me?' asked Grizzly, already breathing heavier.

“Oh, yes,” said Robin with a groan. “Pushing in deep, to feel your contractions when I massage your prostate...”

'Yeah... Oh yeah... Go on, keep talking!'

“I'll lunge my fingers inside, harder, and bite your shaft...” Grizzly uttered a delighted cry. “I'll fuck you,” groaned Robin. “My other hand jerks you, and I'll suck you harder. Ah, Grizzly!”

'Shit! Sparky!' The man cried out again, ending in a satisfied moan. 'Ahh... I needed that...'

“Feel better?”

'Much better.' Grizzly sighed in the phone. 'You will do all that, eh?'

“Mm... I think I will, yes. I'm hard at the thought of fucking you...”

'You would be the first. Tomorrow, right? Eh?'

“Tomorrow, darling. I'll meet you at the pub. I promise.”

*

After a long, hard day Robin was all ready to meet his friends. He had a manicure, a pedicure, had been to the hairdresser for a new style and perfect shave, so nothing would stand in his way. He looked perfect. And he smelled delicious, the same perfume he always used since he met Grizzly. It would make the man really sad if he'd suddenly change his perfume.

He parked his car, and had just locked up when his phone rang.

'We're standing at that cafe you mentioned,' said Nick slightly annoyed. 'You can't be serious.'

“I am serious,” said Robin, starting to walk. “They're cheap and generous. You'll like it, Nix.”

'Well, hurry over. There's no way we'll go inside without you. I mean... look at the place! Have you ever taken a good look at it?'

Hardly, Robin had to admit, but he didn't tell Nick. “It's not that bad,” he soothed. “Hang on, I'll be right there. I can already see you.” He paced up and disconnected, hurrying over. “Hi, guys!”

“Robin!” At least the other two were happy to see him. “Oh, you look marvelous! D&G?”

“Yes... Hi Julio, Max...” They kissed on the cheek, just once. “Nix...” Nick kissed him reluctantly. “Don't just stand there, get inside!” Robin opened the door, and led the way.

The barman remembered him, welcoming him with a broad smile. “Hello sweety!”

“Robin,” muttered Nick, who didn't like pet names. 'Nix' was acceptable, but nothing else.

Robin ignored him. “Hello darling!” He had no idea what the man was called. “I'd like a scotch, please. Guys...?”

“Sweet white wine,” said Nick with tight lips. “If you have it.” The other two ordered red vodka.

The barman had it all, even though he had to blow a little dust off the bottles. “A tenner will do, honey. Thank you.”

“Ten dollars? Tsk. Probably worth even less.” Nick carefully sipped the wine, ready to pull a face. His eyes grew a little, as he couldn't find anything wrong with it. Of course, he didn't say it. “So, Robin... Why on earth did you ask us to meet you here?”

“Well...” Robin thought about the answer. It was nowhere near his place, or near the others. It wasn't on the way to the club, either. Perhaps the truth would do...?

“Excuse me,” said Nick haughtily, before Robin could say anything. He looked over his friend's shoulder, one eyebrow pulled up high. “We're talking...?”

“Uhm...” Robin turned his head, and his nose bumped into Grizzly's. The man instantly kissed him, wrapping his arms firmly around him from behind. Robin deepened it happily, his hands grasping the man's wrists. They broke the kiss with a loud, pleased smack. “Missed me?”

“Deadly! Mm...” Grizzly sniffed deeply, sliding his nose from Robin's cheek into his hair. “Sweet and sparky,” he growled contentedly. “You please Grizzly.”

“I thought so,” smiled Robin. He accepted another warm kiss, before he finally turned back to his friends. All three were staring at him, with open mouths and wide eyes. “Oh. Yes, of course. Hum. Guys, this is Grizzly. Grizz, meet my friends. This is Julio, that is Max, and last but not least... Nix. Nick,” he corrected quickly.

“Ah... The precious friends. Hello, ladies. Nice to meet you all.” Grizzly nodded at all three, and gave Nick a longer look. He was still holding Robin tight. Nick's reaction amused him. “Sparky here is my lover,” he said, as if he needed to explain.

“What did you call him?” asked Nick with a low growl.

“Grizzly thinks I'm sparkling,” smiled Robin. “He likes smooth young men. Don't you, big bad bear?”

“Oh, yeah.” Grizzly sniffed him again, moaning in appreciation. “That sweet smell is to die for.”

“Maybe you should, then,” said Nick nastily. “Robin, let's go dancing. This place is stuffy. It's not worth my Gucci and D&G.”

“You're not leaving at all.” Grizzly finally let go of his hold, and turned to the table he'd been sitting at. “First I'll have to introduce Sparky to my friends.”
Three large men, all quite similar to Grizzly, stood up at the man's gesture.
“This is Javier,” nodded Grizzly. “That's Steve, and we call this handsome lad Angel. Because of his pretty face and all.”

Javier and Steve grinned at the fashionable group. Angel grunted, giving them long, thoughtful looks. He wasn't pretty, as Grizzly had said, or maybe it was difficult to see beneath all the prison tattoos in his neck and on the shaven sides of his head. He had a short, dark Mohawk haircut. “Ladies,” he nodded eventually.

“Will you please stop with that 'ladies',” sighed Nick, pinching his nose bone. “We're men, just like you.”

“I dare to differ,” rumbled Angel, looking him up and down. “Real men don't dress like that. Or use eyeliner. You're wearing makeup, for Christ sake. What man would do that?”

“Men who are about to go out dancing in one of the hippest clubs in town,” bitched Nick. “A place where you wouldn't even be allowed to enter, with worn jeans and boots like that. When was the last time you washed those clothes?” He curled his nose, and smirked. “Or yourself, for that matter?”

“I bet you'd love a deep sniff of my hairy balls,” bitched Angel back.

Nick jerked his head to Robin. “Let's leave,” he growled. “Right now.”

“Yeah, run, lady.” Angel smirked, elbowing Grizzly aside. “Run, before you realize you need a real man to satisfy you, like Sparky here.”

Nick lashed out, smacking the man hard in his face. Angel barely flinched, even though his lip burst against his teeth. He slowly licked the drop of blood off, and grinned. Robin and his other friends cried out in terror. Grizzly kept them at a distance, laughing softly.

“Weak,” commented Angel. “You know the drill, I hope? You hit me, and I hit you back...”

“No!” Robin pushed Grizzly away, jumping between the two bickering men. “You would kill him! Nix, will you please stop aggravating him? You act like a spoiled bitch!”

“You act like you like him,” added Grizzly, grinning broadly. “Every dandy secretly needs a bear, eh?”

“No!” Nick actually stamped his feet in frustration. “Robin, I want to leave, now!”

“Alright, alright...” Robin gave Grizzly a kiss and a warm hug. “See you in a few hours, okay? Don't start without me.”

“Have fun. Don't take too long, eh? Grizzly wants Sparky, real bad.”

Robin had little time to react. Nick dragged him out of the pub, meekly followed by the other two. Outside, he took a deep breath, and started to yell. Robin didn't listen to him. “Finished?” Nick seemed to have no more breath left, and finally shut up. “Good. Grizzly is my sweetheart,” he said calmly. “My lover, my man. Accept it or not, I don't really care. I thought I would...” He shrugged, and started walking. “But I don't,” he concluded.

Muttering quietly, Nick followed at a short distance. The name 'Angel' could be heard under the young man's breath. Robin stopped abruptly. Nick bumped into him.

“About Angel, Nix... He could've ruined your face, what with you hitting him like that. Don't aggravate him. Bad idea. Okay?” As Nick rumbled something, he nodded. “Okay.”

Of course Nick wouldn't listen to him. He would either avoid Grizzly and his mates, or look them up for another fight. Frankly, Robin liked to see them meeting again. Grizzly was right about that; it sounded as if Nick liked Angel. He wouldn't be surprised. Much.