The Nebraskan Peach Pie Incident

Someone\'s overzealous father had called the hotel that afternoon and not only upgraded them to the threatened honeymoon suite, but had also paid the bill in advance. Fitzy didn\'t let on, but made a mental note to have another discussion about pushing too hard with Jack when they got back to Possumville. The elevator was crowded, so they rode up without that fantasy getting played out, damn it. The suite was, well, honeymoon-ish, all feminine and romantic and pink, with a fruit basket- also arranged by Jack.

\"Too bad peaches are out of season,\" B said before, ridiculously, selecting a banana from the basket, taking a big bite and lying on the bed.

\"You wanna share?\" Fitz asked, playing along.

\"Oh, you want some of my banana?\" B responded, barely managing to get through the question without snickering.

\"Shit! I can\'t even try to answer that.\" Fitz laughed and crawled up the bed, settling himself over Brantley. The banana was rudely thrown aside and Brantley leaned up to kiss him. Brantley\'s mouth was overly sweet, but warm and welcoming. And, the fact that he knew that B knew that he wanted what he wanted and was therefore being disarmingly perfect was making it all the better, even if contemplating it was making him think in circles.

They took their time, necking and groping, slowly working off the barriers of their clothing. More than anything, Fitz wanted to make it good for Brantley. He\'d waited so long for Fitzy to get comfortable with this; he deserved for it to be good. So, once they were naked and sweaty, Fitz nuzzled B\'s ear and said, \"You want to tie me up?\"

Brantley rolled them over and pushed himself up on one elbow, leaning over him. \"Fitz, Peaches, you don’t have to do that. I don\'t need you to-\"

\"Please,\" Fitz interrupted. \"I know it doesn\'t make much sense, but I need you to run this. I need you to lead in this.\" He must have struck the right balance of need and confidence, because B didn\'t ask again. He just got up, dimmed the lights and fetched his new tie. Then he pushed Fitzy back down on the bed, kissed him slow and deep, pushed his wrists above his head and tied them together to the headboard.

Being bound- even if it was slack enough that he could easily pull loose- being bound was curiously freeing. Brantley had to do everything, choose everything. Where to kiss, what to rub, if Fitzy got off at all- it was all on Brantley. Fitz could just let go and let it happen to him.

\"B, please,\" Fitz begged as B teasingly, touched his neck, his belly, his hip, his thigh, then the inside of his knee before working his way back up the other side.

\"No,\" Brantley answered shortly once his head was even Fitzy\'s again. Then he kissed along the same path, coming closer to the places Fitz wanted, no- needed, him to give attention to, but still stopping short. Then he got up and searched the bags for lube and condoms, returning victorious. He gave Fitz a too short kiss, making him push up after Brantley as he pulled away. B kissed down the same taunting path- neck, belly, hip- Fitz let out a groan as B licked his way over to his dick, running his tongue up its length before sucking the head into his mouth.

Fitz liked giving blowjobs, making B resort to French was always good, but Fitz really loved B going down on him. He never knew when Brantley was going to go off the map- push past what they\'d done previously and show Fitz something new and mind boggling. Of course this time, Fitz knew where they were headed, but he still got to wonder how exactly B was going to get them there. He wasn\'t disappointed.

Brantley wrapped one arm around Fitz\'s thigh from below, almost slinging it over his shoulder, and a hand around the base of his dick, pumping and sucking in a slow syncopated rhythm that had Fitz bucking up, trying to make order out of chaos, a sprint out of a meandering walk. \"God, B, please,\" Fitzy pleaded again, not entirely sure what he was asking for, but sure that his lover would know. B kissed and tickled Fitz\'s balls, sucking them into his hot, hot mouth one at a time. Then he worked lower, slicking his tongue over Fitzy\'s opening, making Fitz grunt in amazement that B would do that for him, that anyone would do that fan-fucking-tastic thing for anyone else. God, he couldn\'t wait until he could do it to Brantley!

Brantley kissed and licked, making the muscle warm and loosen and Fitz pull his legs up and open further, his body begging for the shocking delight. B jacked Fitz dick again, finally giving Fitz the hard, steady rhythm he\'d wanted earlier. Then he changed the motions of his mouth, shifting his rimming into hard little thrust of his tongue, opening him up, making him anticipate where they were headed. When Fitz was certain he was about to come, B\'s amazing hand clutched tightly at the root of his cock and held him back. Fitz whimpered more useless pleas for release before being distracted by Brantley\'s well-slicked finger sliding into him.

Brantley kept a snug grip on Fitzy\'s dick and worked another finger into his willing hole. By the time finger number three was deep inside him, Fitz was shaking and humping and cursing the day he ever met Brantley, the goddamn-fucking-prick-tease! B took mercy on him and moved up to suck him in again, loosening his grip and stroking him in rhythm with the marvelous fingers that were fucking into him. The next push hit the sweet spot and that was it, Fitz rolled over the edge into orgasm, seeing colors.

Brantley\'s hand inside him slowed as he slid up Fitzy\'s body and kissed him sweetly. In his hazy state, it was the most perfect thing Fitz had ever experienced- the kiss, not the rim, finger-fuck, blowjob combo he\'d just been given- that was a close second. \"I love you,\" slipped out without Fitz considering holding it in. He didn\'t have time to regret it before Brantley replied:

\"God, yes. I love you, Peaches.\" And, they were kissing, long, profound kisses that echoed their professions.

They did fuck that night. Brantley finally pulled back from kissing Fitz, whispered, \"Piccadilly Circus,\" and freed his hands. \"I need you to touch me, Peaches. Will you, please?\"

\"Yes.\" Fitz slid them over B\'s back to his ass and gave it a good squeeze, which made Brantley shove involuntarily forwards, his hardness poking Fitzy in the thigh. \"We really gonna do this?\" He asked, not at all worried that the question would kill the mood. Brantley knew his mouth by now, in many different ways. He expected it. B just kissed him and rolled off in search of the condoms.

When he came back, Fitz had rolled over and up to all fours. Brantley slid a tantalizing finger over Fitzy\'s ass and asked, \"Like this?\"

\"How else would we-\"

\"Roll over, Peaches,\" B ordered. Fitz complied; Brantley was still in charge of this, after all. Strong, thick, slick fingers found their way into him again and Fitz\'s legs fell shamelessly open. He was B\'s and it was good. B leaned down and kissed him. \"Hey.\" B waited for him to open his eyes again. \"I love you, Michael Fitzgerald.\"

\"I love you, Brantley Connor.\" Then B sat back, put the condom on and covered Fitz with his body. They kissed a long time, rocking together, Brantley\'s prick sliding along the crease where leg met body next to Fitzy\'s lax dick and B\'s breathing started getting ragged.

\"Peaches, sweet, Peaches, can I-\"

\"Yes, fuck! Please.\" So, B slid down, lined them up and pushed his cockhead in. It was good. Fitz was so ready it didn\'t hurt.

Brantley planted a small kiss on his shoulder and asked, \"You okay?\"

\"You\'re kidding, right? God! Fuck me, B!\" he demanded hoarsely. So, B pushed in further, slow and steady. And, yeah, that kind of burned, but Fitz could take it. He knew it was going to be extraordinary once they passed the stretching, B would do that for him. After a few dawdling thrusts, something inside Fitz released and then it was good, good and getting better. Two more rocking pushes and B found his prostate, perking Fitzy\'s dick right up. Fitz slid a hand between them and pumped him dick to hardness. They rocked and kissed, B\'s dangling earring keeping time until Fitz came in his own hand right before Brantley came inside of him.

\"Je t\'adore, Peaches,\" Brantley said before pulling out. They lay in each other\'s arms while they caught their breath, B kissing his eyelids, cheeks, and earlobes and murmuring in French. A little while later, B got up and went into the bathroom. He returned, crawling sleepily into Fitzy\'s arms, and dropped off to sleep. Supremely happy, Fitz kissed his beloved on the neck and let sleep take him, too.

Fin