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Shake Your Tree
You’re the cutest thing that I ever did see.
I really love your peaches; want to shake your tree.
- The Joker (The Steve Miller Band- Miller/Ertegun/Curtis)
Chapter 1)
Fitzy must have lost track of time again, Brantley thought to himself as he strolled into the library at 6:47 in the evening to find no one at the circulation desk. Luckily, this was Possumville, so nothing much was in danger of being stolen. Brantley really liked when Fitzy lost track of time at work and he had to come over and remind him it was time to close up and come home. Yes, he could just telephone and tell Fitz to get his ass home already, but in the almost two years they\'d been together, he\'d learned that it advantageous to do it in person. For some reason, seeing B in the library all but guaranteed that Fitzy would be itchy that night and B really liked him itchy. It was so much fun to help him scratch.
B searched the stacks, but Fitz was nowhere around. That meant that Fitzy had to be down in the archive room, which made having to come get him even better- the archive room was where Fitzy was working on his pet project- transferring all the periodicals from paper and microfiche to digital storage. Fitzy got really happy when he had time to get some work done on that, so B was definitely getting lucky tonight.
It was strange what set off Fitzy\'s libido- sure he got worked up over the normal things- dirty words whispered in French, a well placed flash of skin, the Mustang, red- but really, who didn\'t get off on the mustang, red? Brantley had been using it to get play for as long as he\'d had it- Damn, but he loved that car. Yes, Fitzy had all the traditional reactions to the traditional sexy stuffs, but he also got hot and bothered over some not so average things, things that were only sexy to the two of them. The library was only one of many- peach pie, the canned food aisle at the General store, when B wore a necktie, Gilligan\'s Island, just to mention a few. Not that he was only with Fitz for the sex- sure it was good, really good, but if Brantley had been all about the sex, he would never have pursued Fitzy for so long, never would have waited out Fitzy\'s hesitations, endured the bruises on his ass from getting dumped on it both literally and figuratively as Fitz freaked out about them going to far, too fast. No, this was love- dirty, sexy, pure and simple love and Brantley was more than glad to have it. It was good to have one constant- one thing to count on no matter what.
When B got to the bottom of the basement stairs, he could see Fitz shifting large, bound tomes of newspapers around. He was sweaty and a bit dusty and completely oblivious to B\'s presence.
\"Hey, Peaches,\" Brantley said, enjoying the contrast of the smudge of dirt on Fitzy\'s cheek against his pale skin. B really should get him out in the sun more, but right then, the pale was working for him, working really well. Must\'ve been the florescent lights.
\"B, what are you- doing here?\" he asked, a sheepishness seeping into this tone as he realized what time it was. \"Never mind. I\'m sorry- I really don\'t mean to get so caught up. It\'s just so interesting that I end up reading through most of it instead of just scanning it.\"
\"It\'s okay. It\'s good you love it here. I\'d hate to think you spent all this time at a job you despised. What\'s so interesting today?\"
\"Well, actually,\" he shifted through the newspapers and showed Brantley an article, \"Did you know that your family has been in this town since 1860 when it was just a few farms and a dirt road? And,\" he opened a different volume and pointed at another page, \"that one of your relatives- your great, great uncle, Eustace W. Floyd was integral in the founding of the first insurance agency in Omaha?\"
\"Only you would get so excited about the history of this little farm town and the insurance business, Peaches.\"
\"It\'s not just the history of Possumville or the history of insurance, B- it\'s the history of you,\" he corrected.
\"Oh. And, I get you excited?\" B asked, walking closer and rubbing his thumb across the smudged cheek, changing the contour of the mark.
\"Shit, yeah, you know you do.\" Fitz kissed him, short but very sweet before pulling away and starting to clean up the newspaper volumes. B helped.
They reshelved the already scanned ones and stacked the ones Fitz was yet to get to on a broken carrel table. It was missing its dividing walls, but the metal support bars that ran like an X about two feet or so above the top remained. It looked a little like where a treasure ought to be hidden- X marks the spot. One might expect that Brantley was helping because it was Fitzy and no matter what Fitzy was doing, he could count on B to help out- which was true- B loved him, so he\'d always help. Or one could reasonably expect that Brantley was helping his lover clean up so they could get home sooner and spend more time together enjoying domestic bliss- also true- B liked playing house with Fitz more than was in any way sane. But mostly, he was helping Fitz to hurry along what was about to happen, what he was counting down to, what Fitz was gonna do as soon as the last volume was stacked in the correct pile. . . .
Fitz handed it to him, the last one. Brantley put it on the top of the broken carrel table and before he even turned around, Fitz snugged up against Brantley\'s back, slipped his arms around him and- yeah, there it was- Fitz bit his earlobe. They\'d never actually had sex in the library, but they got closer to it each time and B was enjoying waiting for it- anticipating getting down and dirty in a place both sacred and forbidden to Fitz. Like making out in a church or fucking in your parents\' bed- it was hot just to think about it and he wasn\'t even the one who worked here.
\"So, what are we playing here Fitz- Naughty Librarian and Innocent Valedictorian?\" Brantley asked as he leaned his head to the side to ease Fitzy\'s access to his neck and got a good grip on the x-shaped crossbar over the table, getting ready for anything Fitzy wanted.
\"You just wanted to say valedictorian.\" Fitz accused as he found the smooth warm skin of Brantley\'s belly.
\"Dict, dict, dict,\" B repeated defiantly.
\"I\'ll give you dict. I got your dict right here,\" Fitz gigglishly warned as he moved a hand down to cup Brantley\'s and used his other hand to pop open B\'s top button- yes.
\"I fucking hope so . . .\" Fitzy worked down Brantley\'s zipper, took a step back and pulled B\'s jeans and shorts down to his knees. Then Fitz snugged back up against him the texture of the fabric covering Fitzy\'s erection pushed up against naked skin. Fitz wrapped his hand around B\'s dick and begun jerking him off in an off kilter manner- pulling first at one angle, then another and Fitz was using his left hand, so the rhythm was erratic, all of which was random enough to keep Brantley really enjoying himself without taking him too far too fast. It was fantastic.
Fitzy pulled back from him again and a moment later rubbed a slippery finger over B\'s opening, and then slipped inside- sweet.
\"Umm, sweet Peaches. Come on- yes,\" B begged because this was even better than fucking in a forbidden place- this was Fitz taking charge- an all too rare occurrence. Most of his previous boyfriends had been tops and B had gotten to really like giving up control. Fitz usually needed things to be reversed, needed to have Brantley take the lead and B did. So when Fitz got riled up enough to want to bend Brantley over a broken carrel table in the basement archive room of the Possumville Library, B was gonna give him all the encouragement he could. Fitz was working three fingers in and out of Brantley with slow deliberate strokes now, and B was having a hard time not reaching around to grab Fitzy\'s wrist and make him push harder, faster- more, more, more.
\"You want this?\" Fitz whispered in his ear.
\"Please, Peaches, yes.\" Fitz eased his fingers out, hurried out of his pants and snugged up against B once more. His cock fitting so nicely in the crease of Brantley\'s ass, Fitz rode that track up and down a few times, making B push back at him with his hips in impatience. \"Come on, Fitzy.\"
Fitz lined them up and gave a quick short push, just popping the tip of his cock inside Brantley and pulling back out again. Then he repeated the process- repeatedly. This was the kind of tease that made B crazy, made him hate giving up control, love giving up control- it was so damn good. Each push in went a little deeper until Fitz was sliding all the way in, giving a grunty little extra thrust that lifted B off his heels and then sliding all the way back out.
Fitz was holding onto Brantley\'s hips for leverage and B was holding onto the crossbars above the table for dear life. He knew his mouth was spilling every dirty, sweet, French thought he\'d ever had as a response to him holding back the orgasm he should have had at least five minutes ago. And, Fitzy was sputtering something about reorganizing the Juvenal Periodicals Section, which was not surprising- Fitz talked about all kinds of mundane things when he was about to come. B used to wonder if he knew what he said, but by now he was sure Fitz had no clue he was even talking, let alone about what.
Fitzy pulled B\'s hips down just that little bit that was needed for him to slide over the sweet spot as he thrust in and- God he was going over. B let his head drop and found himself focused on his own dick, his ready to go, really hard dick hovering inches above a stack of bound newspapers. Shit- Fitz would never do this again if they got spunk on the archival materials. B dropped one of his hands from the crossbar to the pile of newspapers and shoved them sideways. They landed with a resounding crack just as Fitzy hit him just right again and that was all- he was done- he came all over the table, Peaches\' name on his lips. Fitz gave another push and came grunting.
Once they\'d managed to start breathing regularly again and Fitz had pulled out, they examined the damage. The table was easily cleaned with Brantley\'s handkerchief, but one of the books B had saved from staining had a broken binding and the pages of newsprint had spilled out onto the floor losing their proper order.
\"I\'m sorry, Fitz. I was trying not to damage them, you know,\" Brantley offered, starting to sort the pages.
\"It\'s okay. None of the pages ripped, I\'ll just repair the binding tomorrow.\" He lined the pages up, leaving them out of order, and placed the cover over them. \"It\'s my fault really. I shouldn\'t have done this here.\"
\"Come on- it was hot,\" B said, hoping that the one damaged book wasn\'t really going to make the library off-limits.
\"Well, yes, but it was dangerous and disrespectful. We\'re never doing this again.\" Fitzy\'s tone lightened up enough to tell B he was not so far gone that the amazing sex was going to lose out over a tome of old newspapers.
\"Yeah sure, that\'s what you said last time we made out in the stacks, but here we are. Hell, next time I bet you lash me to the card catalogue and find new and exciting uses for your rubber stamps. It\'ll say, \'Due back by March 13th,\' in purple ink over every part of my body,\" B said with a wink as they walked to the stairs.
\"Perish the thought- I wouldn\'t dare desecrate the sanctity of the rubber stamps- that\'s a sacred trust.\" Fitz shut off the lights and followed B up the stairs.
***
AN: B and Fitzy are in a long-term, monogamous relationship, so I opted for them to act accordingly in regards to safe sex. Don\'t take that as an endorsement of unprotected sex outside of a monogamous relationship. Safe is sexy. :)
I really love your peaches; want to shake your tree.
- The Joker (The Steve Miller Band- Miller/Ertegun/Curtis)
Chapter 1)
Fitzy must have lost track of time again, Brantley thought to himself as he strolled into the library at 6:47 in the evening to find no one at the circulation desk. Luckily, this was Possumville, so nothing much was in danger of being stolen. Brantley really liked when Fitzy lost track of time at work and he had to come over and remind him it was time to close up and come home. Yes, he could just telephone and tell Fitz to get his ass home already, but in the almost two years they\'d been together, he\'d learned that it advantageous to do it in person. For some reason, seeing B in the library all but guaranteed that Fitzy would be itchy that night and B really liked him itchy. It was so much fun to help him scratch.
B searched the stacks, but Fitz was nowhere around. That meant that Fitzy had to be down in the archive room, which made having to come get him even better- the archive room was where Fitzy was working on his pet project- transferring all the periodicals from paper and microfiche to digital storage. Fitzy got really happy when he had time to get some work done on that, so B was definitely getting lucky tonight.
It was strange what set off Fitzy\'s libido- sure he got worked up over the normal things- dirty words whispered in French, a well placed flash of skin, the Mustang, red- but really, who didn\'t get off on the mustang, red? Brantley had been using it to get play for as long as he\'d had it- Damn, but he loved that car. Yes, Fitzy had all the traditional reactions to the traditional sexy stuffs, but he also got hot and bothered over some not so average things, things that were only sexy to the two of them. The library was only one of many- peach pie, the canned food aisle at the General store, when B wore a necktie, Gilligan\'s Island, just to mention a few. Not that he was only with Fitz for the sex- sure it was good, really good, but if Brantley had been all about the sex, he would never have pursued Fitzy for so long, never would have waited out Fitzy\'s hesitations, endured the bruises on his ass from getting dumped on it both literally and figuratively as Fitz freaked out about them going to far, too fast. No, this was love- dirty, sexy, pure and simple love and Brantley was more than glad to have it. It was good to have one constant- one thing to count on no matter what.
When B got to the bottom of the basement stairs, he could see Fitz shifting large, bound tomes of newspapers around. He was sweaty and a bit dusty and completely oblivious to B\'s presence.
\"Hey, Peaches,\" Brantley said, enjoying the contrast of the smudge of dirt on Fitzy\'s cheek against his pale skin. B really should get him out in the sun more, but right then, the pale was working for him, working really well. Must\'ve been the florescent lights.
\"B, what are you- doing here?\" he asked, a sheepishness seeping into this tone as he realized what time it was. \"Never mind. I\'m sorry- I really don\'t mean to get so caught up. It\'s just so interesting that I end up reading through most of it instead of just scanning it.\"
\"It\'s okay. It\'s good you love it here. I\'d hate to think you spent all this time at a job you despised. What\'s so interesting today?\"
\"Well, actually,\" he shifted through the newspapers and showed Brantley an article, \"Did you know that your family has been in this town since 1860 when it was just a few farms and a dirt road? And,\" he opened a different volume and pointed at another page, \"that one of your relatives- your great, great uncle, Eustace W. Floyd was integral in the founding of the first insurance agency in Omaha?\"
\"Only you would get so excited about the history of this little farm town and the insurance business, Peaches.\"
\"It\'s not just the history of Possumville or the history of insurance, B- it\'s the history of you,\" he corrected.
\"Oh. And, I get you excited?\" B asked, walking closer and rubbing his thumb across the smudged cheek, changing the contour of the mark.
\"Shit, yeah, you know you do.\" Fitz kissed him, short but very sweet before pulling away and starting to clean up the newspaper volumes. B helped.
They reshelved the already scanned ones and stacked the ones Fitz was yet to get to on a broken carrel table. It was missing its dividing walls, but the metal support bars that ran like an X about two feet or so above the top remained. It looked a little like where a treasure ought to be hidden- X marks the spot. One might expect that Brantley was helping because it was Fitzy and no matter what Fitzy was doing, he could count on B to help out- which was true- B loved him, so he\'d always help. Or one could reasonably expect that Brantley was helping his lover clean up so they could get home sooner and spend more time together enjoying domestic bliss- also true- B liked playing house with Fitz more than was in any way sane. But mostly, he was helping Fitz to hurry along what was about to happen, what he was counting down to, what Fitz was gonna do as soon as the last volume was stacked in the correct pile. . . .
Fitz handed it to him, the last one. Brantley put it on the top of the broken carrel table and before he even turned around, Fitz snugged up against Brantley\'s back, slipped his arms around him and- yeah, there it was- Fitz bit his earlobe. They\'d never actually had sex in the library, but they got closer to it each time and B was enjoying waiting for it- anticipating getting down and dirty in a place both sacred and forbidden to Fitz. Like making out in a church or fucking in your parents\' bed- it was hot just to think about it and he wasn\'t even the one who worked here.
\"So, what are we playing here Fitz- Naughty Librarian and Innocent Valedictorian?\" Brantley asked as he leaned his head to the side to ease Fitzy\'s access to his neck and got a good grip on the x-shaped crossbar over the table, getting ready for anything Fitzy wanted.
\"You just wanted to say valedictorian.\" Fitz accused as he found the smooth warm skin of Brantley\'s belly.
\"Dict, dict, dict,\" B repeated defiantly.
\"I\'ll give you dict. I got your dict right here,\" Fitz gigglishly warned as he moved a hand down to cup Brantley\'s and used his other hand to pop open B\'s top button- yes.
\"I fucking hope so . . .\" Fitzy worked down Brantley\'s zipper, took a step back and pulled B\'s jeans and shorts down to his knees. Then Fitz snugged back up against him the texture of the fabric covering Fitzy\'s erection pushed up against naked skin. Fitz wrapped his hand around B\'s dick and begun jerking him off in an off kilter manner- pulling first at one angle, then another and Fitz was using his left hand, so the rhythm was erratic, all of which was random enough to keep Brantley really enjoying himself without taking him too far too fast. It was fantastic.
Fitzy pulled back from him again and a moment later rubbed a slippery finger over B\'s opening, and then slipped inside- sweet.
\"Umm, sweet Peaches. Come on- yes,\" B begged because this was even better than fucking in a forbidden place- this was Fitz taking charge- an all too rare occurrence. Most of his previous boyfriends had been tops and B had gotten to really like giving up control. Fitz usually needed things to be reversed, needed to have Brantley take the lead and B did. So when Fitz got riled up enough to want to bend Brantley over a broken carrel table in the basement archive room of the Possumville Library, B was gonna give him all the encouragement he could. Fitz was working three fingers in and out of Brantley with slow deliberate strokes now, and B was having a hard time not reaching around to grab Fitzy\'s wrist and make him push harder, faster- more, more, more.
\"You want this?\" Fitz whispered in his ear.
\"Please, Peaches, yes.\" Fitz eased his fingers out, hurried out of his pants and snugged up against B once more. His cock fitting so nicely in the crease of Brantley\'s ass, Fitz rode that track up and down a few times, making B push back at him with his hips in impatience. \"Come on, Fitzy.\"
Fitz lined them up and gave a quick short push, just popping the tip of his cock inside Brantley and pulling back out again. Then he repeated the process- repeatedly. This was the kind of tease that made B crazy, made him hate giving up control, love giving up control- it was so damn good. Each push in went a little deeper until Fitz was sliding all the way in, giving a grunty little extra thrust that lifted B off his heels and then sliding all the way back out.
Fitz was holding onto Brantley\'s hips for leverage and B was holding onto the crossbars above the table for dear life. He knew his mouth was spilling every dirty, sweet, French thought he\'d ever had as a response to him holding back the orgasm he should have had at least five minutes ago. And, Fitzy was sputtering something about reorganizing the Juvenal Periodicals Section, which was not surprising- Fitz talked about all kinds of mundane things when he was about to come. B used to wonder if he knew what he said, but by now he was sure Fitz had no clue he was even talking, let alone about what.
Fitzy pulled B\'s hips down just that little bit that was needed for him to slide over the sweet spot as he thrust in and- God he was going over. B let his head drop and found himself focused on his own dick, his ready to go, really hard dick hovering inches above a stack of bound newspapers. Shit- Fitz would never do this again if they got spunk on the archival materials. B dropped one of his hands from the crossbar to the pile of newspapers and shoved them sideways. They landed with a resounding crack just as Fitzy hit him just right again and that was all- he was done- he came all over the table, Peaches\' name on his lips. Fitz gave another push and came grunting.
Once they\'d managed to start breathing regularly again and Fitz had pulled out, they examined the damage. The table was easily cleaned with Brantley\'s handkerchief, but one of the books B had saved from staining had a broken binding and the pages of newsprint had spilled out onto the floor losing their proper order.
\"I\'m sorry, Fitz. I was trying not to damage them, you know,\" Brantley offered, starting to sort the pages.
\"It\'s okay. None of the pages ripped, I\'ll just repair the binding tomorrow.\" He lined the pages up, leaving them out of order, and placed the cover over them. \"It\'s my fault really. I shouldn\'t have done this here.\"
\"Come on- it was hot,\" B said, hoping that the one damaged book wasn\'t really going to make the library off-limits.
\"Well, yes, but it was dangerous and disrespectful. We\'re never doing this again.\" Fitzy\'s tone lightened up enough to tell B he was not so far gone that the amazing sex was going to lose out over a tome of old newspapers.
\"Yeah sure, that\'s what you said last time we made out in the stacks, but here we are. Hell, next time I bet you lash me to the card catalogue and find new and exciting uses for your rubber stamps. It\'ll say, \'Due back by March 13th,\' in purple ink over every part of my body,\" B said with a wink as they walked to the stairs.
\"Perish the thought- I wouldn\'t dare desecrate the sanctity of the rubber stamps- that\'s a sacred trust.\" Fitz shut off the lights and followed B up the stairs.
***
AN: B and Fitzy are in a long-term, monogamous relationship, so I opted for them to act accordingly in regards to safe sex. Don\'t take that as an endorsement of unprotected sex outside of a monogamous relationship. Safe is sexy. :)