Page 63 of Various Intentions
Taylor laughed and took a swig of beer. I observed the way his gaze caressed Charles’ naked body. Riley and Charles were similar in build and stature, and I realized that Taylor had a type. But could I blame him?
I held out my hand to Vincent. “Come with me, gorgeous. Let’s get you two set up.”
I had the two men get on all fours in front of the sofa, side by side. Vincent’s arms and legs were longer than Charles’, so our ‘table’s’ surface was somewhat uneven, but it would do. I thought about covering their mouths with electrical tape but decided against it, although Vincent would have loved that. They wouldn’t be gagged at the event. Perhaps it was a good idea to rehearse how to ask for assistance in the case of an emergency. In deference to decorum, they faced the sofa, although I told them to keep their eyes on the floor.
Juno, Taylor and I sat on the sofa and chatted about different things while Vincent and Charles got used to the position. They did well, with only the occasional twitch.
After about ten minutes, I placed a large serving bowl of potato chips on each of their backs, near their shoulders, so we could reach them.
“I’m starting to see the appeal,” Juno said, crossing one leg over the other and regarding their boyfriend’s vulnerable predicament. They grasped a chip and took a bite, watching as a crumb fell into Charles’ hair. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” they said and reached to remove it.
I put my hand up. “No, no. Charles is merely a piece of furniture right now, Juno. He has no emotions or sensibilities that require an apology.”
I reached for a chip and pretended to fumble it, dropping the whole thing on Vincent’s head.
“Oh darn, I dropped one. I’ll get another.”
“You, Sir, are delightfully wicked,” Juno commented.
“Oh yes, I know,” I said.
“This is going to be quite the education for my darling Charles.”
After thirty minutes had passed, signs that the activity was taking its toll began to emerge. Vincent showed the stress with minute movements of his muscles and small twitches of his splayed fingers. Charles, on the other hand, broke out of position in ways that became more obvious as the time went on, almost causing his bowl of chips to fall.
“Charles…be still.”
“Yes, Sir,” he said, forcing his body into stillness, even though it must have been very difficult.
“That’s better. Not much longer. You’re over half done.”
He made a little noise. “I didn’t know it would be this hard.”
“Lots of things that seem quite simple are, in fact, very difficult,” I said, petting him on the head in a departure from the scene. “Quiet now. If you need to safeword, do it. But see if you can last another twenty minutes.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Juno clicked his tongue. “My poor boy. He lives the life of luxury. He’s not used to slumming it.”
“You must have experimented with bondage?” I said, looking over Charles and imagining him in soft ropes.
“Oh yes. But I only ever use silk scarves.”
I scoffed. “You’re kidding, right?”
Juno narrowed an icy gaze at me. “You do you. I’ll do me. And, best of all, I’ll do Charles, the way I like to do Charles, and you can fuck right off.” They took another chip, deliberately brushing crumbs onto Vincent’s smooth back.
“Touché,” I said, “But, really, that’s not fair.” I reached for a chip and broke it into pieces that landed on Charles.
“Now, now,” Juno said, picking up the pieces of chip and tossing them to the ground. “No need to get petty.”
I swiped the crumbs off Vincent and sat back, chewing contentedly. “They do look very nice.”
“I can agree with you on that point,” Juno said.
I decided to let them up early, because it looked like Charles wasn’t going to make it. All-in-all, though, they’d done very well.
“Careful when you stand. You might be lightheaded,” I said as Juno and I helped Charles and Vincent to get up. They looked flushed and alert, with sparkling eyes, as if they’d recently ended an intense yoga session.
