Date: Sat, 06 Apr 2002 22:47:57 +0000
From: Java Biscuit <javabiscuit@hotmail.com>
Subject: Babying Reuben, chapter twelve

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Babying Reuben ~ chapter twelve


by Biscuit


The Tracks almost shorted Reuben's circuits. The
dance bar was a sensory blast furnace; music, lights,
air thick with smoke like a fog, and heavy with the
smells of liquor and pungent sweat. He clung to Jean,
eyes roaming the mulit-leveled dance floor and upward
into the rafters. It looked like alien space ships hanging
overhead, spinning, flashing and shooting laser rays
of color.

And everywhere around him, men. Hard chests
glistening with sweat.

If he'd been by himself he might well have frozen up,
gaping, a foot inside the door. With Jean he made
uneven progress through the crowded room. Every
few feet someone would stop them to greet Jean
with a word, a signal, a touch. So many men. Reuben
tried to narrow his senses down to the feel of Jean's
waist, the hard curve of his shoulder where he wanted
to hide. He knew he was being looked at, appraised,
referred to, but couldn't make out a word, stunned that
people tried to talk at all. He saw there was a way they
did it, leaning in close to each other, talking right into
each other's ears. He didn't like seeing so men press
their faces so close to Jean's.

He found he could hear better when they reached the
bar at the side of the room. David and Daniel were
there. And Joey, in a costume that made Reuben
stare. Tiny red velvet shorts trimmed with fake white
fur and black boots. He had a beer in his hand and
was dancing a little as he drank.

"You missed my set, you bastard," Joey complained.
"But you'll get another chance in about forty-five
minutes. Meantime I get to hang around looking hot."

"Very, very hot," Jean said, which made Joey grin.

Reuben tried not to let his face show his dismay. He's
just being polite, he told himself. True enough though,
Joey did look very hot. Reuben tried not to stare at his
red velvet crotch, trying to remember if Joey's cock was
really that big. David caught him looking and Reuben
willed himself not to blush.

He was glad Jean had dressed him and understood
why he'd vetoed wearing anything more than a light
tee-shirt. He was already sweating.

It was better when Jean handed him a shot glass,
leaning close the way the others had done to him.

"Drink it up, baby," he said, and Reuben's heart beat
with pleasure. Jean was here with him, after all, not
to see all these men, not to look at Joey or to talk to
David. The shot was thick, sweet and strong and Jean
handed him an ice cold beer to chase it with. The hot
bloom of the liquor and the cold beer down his throat
were both more than welcome sensations. And Jean
was watching him drink, smiling.

Reuben couldn't help his own smile then. With me,
he thought. All of these men, and it's me Jean's with.

Then, as if to forcibly remind him of how it was he'd
come to be with Jean, Marcel appeared. Reuben was
jealous of how at ease Marcel seemed to be, sashaying
through the crowd of bodies. He wasn't shirtless but
he might as well have been; the strap of his tank top
was slipping off his shoulder, exposing his smooth
rounded chest.

"Oh my," said Marcel, eyes skimming past Reuben
with no more than the briefest nod. To Jean he said,
"Don't you think you owe me a few more bucks for
this one?"

Reuben didn't hear what Jean answered and hid his
discomfort by downing more beer. He heard Marcel
laugh. Reuben stepped closer to Jean, putting himself
between his lover and the blond. Jean put an arm
around him, drawing him close to his side. Reuben fit
himself in, resting his face for a moment against the
hollow of Jean's shoulder, feeling the warmth of him
on his cheek. Jean's lips brushed his forehead and
Reuben relaxed. He saw David's glance at him, felt his
disapproval and congratulated himself on pissing him
off.

This was a vantage point from which the dance floor
was a beautiful spectacle, not a threatening one. With
Jean's hand trailing down his back, Reuben could take
it all in with pleasure.

Another shot, handed to him by David. Reuben downed
it and began to feel seduced by the beat of the music;
it pulsed right up through the floor. I want to dance, he
thought, and was going to say so to Jean when Benny
appeared. The boy was shirtless, his strawberry blond
mop damp and his cheeks bright with color.

"It's you," he exclaimed, beaming at Reuben. And
Reuben felt a surge of pleasure. At least someone's
happy to see me here, he thought. "You've got to
dance with me," Benny said. He was tugging him by
his tee-shirt. "Take this off, okay?" And to Jean,
"I want to dance with the baby, I swear I'll bring
him back."

Reuben was unsure, but Jean was letting go of him,
setting down his beer.

"Dance with Benny," he said. "I'll fix your tee-shirt."

His fingers were at Reuben's waist, tugging the cloth
out of his jeans. The feel of Jean's fingers touching
his stomach made his cock take notice. He lifted his
arms for him to pull the shirt over his head and off,
feeling his nipples tighten when the cloth grazed over
them. He loved the way Jean looked at him then and
wished he was the one taking him out on the dance floor.
As if he'd heard him speak the thought out loud, Jean
leaned close and said, "I'll be there soon." He was tying
the tee-shirt around Reuben's hips like a scarf and he
patted his backside. "Go on."


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Jean felt no particular urge to dance. The truth was
he'd have been just as happy, if not more, to be home
on the couch with Reuben, or in bed.

Ah, you're just getting old, he chided himself. There
had been stretches, in his early twenties when he and
David had ended every weekend night in this place.
A lot of week nights, too, he thought. As if the day
wasn't complete that didn't end here.

The Tracks drew guys from a hundred miles around,
the biggest of the clubs. There were smaller places
Jean liked better, but there'd always been the sense
that they'd be missing something if they didn't come
here. Even before meeting Reuben he'd stopped
feeling that way. Now, though, he had less interest
than ever.

"It's good for the kid to get out, don't you think,"
David said. "Meet some guys."

"Fuck you," Jean said lightly, but meant it.

"Look at him. He's barely gotten his feet wet. Think
you could have done happily ever after at fifteen?"

"Sixteen," he corrected automatically. But the truth
of it nagged at him.

"You're probably his first," David said. "You can't
honestly think you'll be the last."

"What do you want, my permission to fuck him?"

"Down boy, I don't want to fuck him. If I did," he
half-joked, "I would. And don't think you could stop
me. But I think Benny's got it bad."

Jean shook his head, unconvinced by David's professed
lack of interest. He took the comment as David's usual
brand of bravado.

Benny and Reuben. About as threatening as the thought
of a pair of puppies tumbling around in the grass. The
memory of Benny climbing over them in David's bed,
pushing his way into Reuben's arms, made his dick stir.

He wondered where Daniel had wandered off to, and
then saw him, dancing with a pony-tailed blond boy.
Were he and Benny already done with each other? So
fast these things flared up and died out. How many
times had it been like that for him? Many. Not a very
reassuring thought as his eyes found Reuben. David's
right, he thought. Crazy to think he'd be the first and
last for him. And yet it was exactly what he wanted.
He looked at David, who was lifting a pair of shots off
the bar. He held one out to Jean and tossed his own
back quickly.

"If I know you, and I think I do," David said as Jean
tipped the shot back, "you're about ready to hit the
dance floor." His hand slid familiarly down Jean's
back, "Don't worry, we'll close in on your baby and
make sure Benny isn't doing him out there."

"It's not Benny I'm worried about," Jean said, letting
himself be steered into the press of bodies. How many
times had he done this with David? The two of them
cruising together. Always the edge of competition and
something else. Flirting with each other, attraction to
each other like an undercurrent threatening to erupt;
measuring potential partners against the barometer of
whether or not the guy was hotter to them than they
were to each other. It wasn't a game Jean wanted to
play with him now.


Reuben and Benny had attracted a crowd of dancers
around them that looked like a swarm of sharks to
Jean. He was about the part the sea of them when he
felt David's arm circle him from behind, pulling him
back against his swaying body.

"Let him dance," David said against his ear. "He's
having a good time, let him go for awhile."

David had both of his arms around him then, moving
Jean with the motion of his hips, his torso. It wasn't
hard to move with David. It was seductively easy; the
beat traveled from David's thighs into the backs of
his legs. It couldn't hurt, thought Jean, to let Reuben
keep dancing with Benny, to let him stretch his wings
on the dance floor without being hovered over. But,
God, whenever the bodies shifted, revealing Reuben's
bare shoulders and slender arching back under the
colored lights, Jean wanted to be holding him.

As if David had sensed he wasn't going to take off,
his hands started to roam over the front of Jean, down
to his hips and then up his stomach, teasing his tee-shirt
out of the front of his jeans; a thing he'd done to him
many times on this dance floor.


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He felt loosened and aroused and exhilarated. Benny
was a playful dance partner, mirroring Reuben's moves
and then teasing him by turning around to wiggle his
small round ass at him. Reuben didn't mind Benny's
flirting. He went along with it until the boy's thin bare
arm wrapped around his neck, pulling him so close that
their chests were pressed together. Reuben thought
he was going to say something to him but instead got
an earful of tongue. He laughed but wiggled away from
him. He wiped at his damp ear and shook his head. It
was then he turned his back on him to get some
distance and saw Jean.

Reuben was struck between alarm and staring at the
sight he glimpsed of Jean displayed in David's arms,
barechested, head dropped back on David's shoulder.
He looked so beautiful it was painful that it should be
with David holding him. Reuben walked away from
Benny, pushing his way through bodies that had closed
up in a wall against between him and them.

He saw Jean catch sight of him and the alarm inside
shut off. Jean pulled away from David effortlessly,
and was already holding his arms out to him. Mine, he
thought, seeing him through yet another prism than he
had before. To him, Jean was the essence of grown up,
a daddy. But now he was seeing how young he was --
his hair nearly loose from its tie, his hard slim upper
body painted with light, tee-shirt swinging like a tail
from his back pocket. Reuben felt a whisper of fear.
Why should Jean give everything up to be like a parent
to me? What do I give him? But then Jean was reaching
for him and Reuben felt strong hands curved under his
armpits, lifting him. His thoughts flew from him with a
laugh as he felt himself rise in the air and he instinctively
wrapped his legs around Jean.

For a long, very intoxicating, moment he was astride
Jean's hips, being kissed with enough heat and hunger
to banish any doubts he had that he was exactly what
Jean wanted. Even David's continued presence near
them couldn't dent Reuben's happiness. He became
like a small moon dancing around the sun.

Spotlights hit the half dozen raised platforms through
the room and the speakers throbbed with a heavy tech
drenched Here Comes Santa Claus. Jean took Reuben's
hand. He led him to the darkened edge of the dance
floor where he leaned against a post and drew Reuben
in front of him, pointing for Reuben to look up. And
there was Joey.

As Joey gyrated in a burst of glittering confetti, Reuben
was pulled into the valley of Jean's thighs and flush to
his chest. He felt Jean's hand stroking down his sweat
damp stomach, under the edge of his jeans, teasing at
the top of his underwear. Reuben sucked in his breath,
spreading his legs. His blood was pounding.

Joey's dancing was blatant, beautiful, and Reuben was
incredibly turned on by watching his velvet hips grind.
Jean fingers dug under the elastic, curving around his
cock and stroking downward. Reuben's groans were
lost in the loud music as he let himself go, thrusting
into Jean's grip until he bathed his lover's hand in cum.