Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2002 04:08:41 +0000
From: Java Biscuit <javabiscuit@hotmail.com>
Subject: Babying Reuben, chapter eight

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Babying Reuben ~ chapter eight

by Biscuit


David's river front apartment was luxurious at any time
of year, but in winter, with its oversized fireplace and
velvety, deep cushioned sofas, it was pure seduction. At
Christmas, the place was in its glory. The combined
aromas of the wood fire, the tree and the feast David had
prepared wrapped around them at the door and drew them
inside. Jean saw Reuben's eyes widen at the sight of a room
like a Victorian picture postcard. Closer inspection would
find it not quite so quaint, and far more comfortable than
any home envisioned in the nineteenth century.

Jean had given in and brought Reuben to David's party,
the whole issue of the party becoming a question of the
boy wanting to prove himself. It didn't matter that Jean
said there was nothing to prove. Especially after Reuben
learned about Joey. He wanted to show he was adult
enough to mingle with Jean's friends; to prove he wasn't
tempted by David, or jealous of an old lover. Jean relented
when he saw how important it was to him. He said yes, and
enjoyed the benefit of making him happy. A happy boy
applying himself to his schoolwork for the afternoon and
greeting Jean when he closed up the shop at the end of its
abbreviated Saturday hours, with kisses and excitement
over what he would wear, was reward enough. Icing on
the cake, to take David off guard by accepting the
invitation without a struggle.

Amid the holiday glitter, Jean saw something that gave him
pause, wondering if he should have handed over his coat
so quickly. His eyes had been drawn to the dinner table,
beautifully set, with what he knew was David's best china;
he'd helped him find it years before. What he saw, was
that every other place was set with a silver baby's rattle,
tied with baby blue and silver ribbons. David followed his
gaze, and smiled.

"Jean, really," said David. "If I'd told you the truth,
you wouldn't have come, and isn't it better this way?"

"Not so fast with the coats David," Jean said to him,
though David was already walking away.

"What?" Reuben asked, turning back to look at him.
Then at the table, and back to Jean.

"I believe it's baby's first christmas, after all," Jean said,
putting his hand on Reuben's shoulder. The boy looked
so beautiful, Jean thought, his dark hair shining and his
eyes vivid. It would be a shame, he thought, not to stay
at this point, after all they'd gone through, back and forth
about whether or not to come. He saw Reuben's expression
change but it was hard to read at first.

"Will we stay?" the boy asked softly, but David heard him,
and answered.

"Of course you'll stay! I've killed myself cooking, and
your gifts are waiting. Are you crazy?" he said.

Then it became clear to Jean. Reuben looked like a child,
beseeching with his eyes, as if they were poised at the
entrance to some fantastic but frightening carnival ride
that he wanted on but was scared to ride. Jean smiled, in
spite of himself. The face was irresistible, the expression
of mingled hope and excitement, tinged with fear. He slid
his hand up into Reuben's soft hair, leaning down to
indulge in feeling it against his lips, in kissing the top of
his head.

"We'll stay, baby," he said, letting his arm fall across
Reuben's shoulders. He walked him deeper into the room.
Jean was sure he'd made the right choice. Whatever David
had in store, Jean was sure it couldn't be worse than the
disappointment the boy would be feeling if they'd left.

Joey was the only other guest there. Jean suspected he was
staying with David, he looked like he'd just come from a
shower. He was lounging at the end of one the couches in
a long, loose fitting dressing gown, his feet bare, up on the
cushions.

He was as handsome as Jean remembered. Athletically built,
with fair coloring, his light brown hair much shorter than
Jean had ever seen it, his smile broad in greeting. The right
choice, he thought again, introducing the two of them.

Very right, he felt more than thought, gazing at Joey for
the first time without a tug of wishing things might have
been different. If David had thought to stir things up,
presenting him with Joey, unattached, it was backfiring,
big time. What Jean felt, seeing him, was the contrasting
depth of his feelings, the confirmation of how engaged he
was in the complexity of loving Reuben. There was nothing
to compare to it in his year long affair with Joey.



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Reuben was dazzled by the visual feast of the place. It
made it easier for him not to stare at Joey, having so
much to look at around the room. His first thought,
when introduced, was how surprisingly different from
him Joey was. Nothing like he'd expected. Not what he'd
feared, not an older version of himself.

His first glimpse of Joey, who he could see, even in his
sprawl on the couch, revealed a young man much taller
and bigger than he was, cast of a much different substance.
It made him feel like laughing with relief. Not because he
didn't think the guy was good looking. On the contrary, he
thought Joey was gorgeous. He'd expected to see himself in
him, but older. What he saw and understood, in a glance,
was that he wasn't some kind of replacement for Joey, not
the latest model of a type that might be traded in down the
line for a newer, fresher version.

Daniel, he remembered well from Laurent's. Dark haired,
handsome, sarcastic. He and his boyfriend Benny arrived
just as Jean had steered to him the opposite, empty couch,
after introducing him to Joey.

Reuben liked Benny immediately. He was flippant, but it
was playful, not unfriendly, and he looked like a kid. The
hair, Reuben thought, might be why. It was strawberry
blond and fell around his cute face in a silky mop. He was
like a bundle of energy cascading into the room.

"This baby's cranky," he announced, first thing, as he
piled his coat and hat and scarf in David's arms. "If I've
got to drink from a bottle it better be full of something
good. Damn good, if you don't want to see baby's first
tantrum." He made his declaration with a laugh that left
no doubt that he was as far from cranky as could be,
bubbling, in fact.

Reuben found himself smiling, watching Benny launch
himself into the room without waiting for Daniel. He
waved at Joey, commenting on his robe. "How come you
get to lounge around all comfortable and I had to wear
clothes? Where's my robe?"

"You are cranky," Joey said. "You'll be out of those
clothes soon enough."

He would? Reuben leaned harder into Jean's side, feeling
a rush of arousal at the novelty of the night unfolding
around him. Jean's friends were so attractive, so free
with their bantering.

Benny was making a beeline for him and Jean. His green
eyes were lively under his fringe of bangs and his cheeks
dimpled up with his smile.

"I'm Benny," he said, offering a hand to Reuben, with
a slight bow. "You must be baby Reuben, God, you're
cute. And Jean ... the man, himself. Lovely to meet you."

He flopped down into an oversized armchair, as plush
as the couches that flanked it. He slipped his shoes and
socks off, wiggling his bare toes when he put his feet up
on the broad ottoman. Reuben looked up from the feet
to the face and found Benny grinning at him.

"These little piggies are ready for a nice foot rub from
Daddy," he laughed, and twisted around in his chair to
look for Daniel.

Reuben was so happy, so relieved that Jean had decided
to stay. When he'd seen the silver rattles on the table, he
knew what the reference was, but he thought they were
pretty. A harmless joke, that wasn't just aimed at him. It
wasn't like being at Laurent's where he'd felt singled out
by David and Daniel's jibes.

There was nothing else to give away the theme of the
party except Benny's chatter, until David emerged
moments later from the kitchen, with Daniel. Daniel
had a bottle of whiskey under his arm and a cluster of
glasses in his hand, but David was carrying a tray and
Reuben saw that Benny's comment about the bottle was
not just a joke. A flutter of panic rose up his chest at the
thought of drinking from a bottle in front of other
people and he wondered, if after all, he'd been a fool to
think he was equal to this.

"Jesus," said Benny, "the Daddies get the single malt
whiskey and we get what?"

"A spanking if you don't start behaving yourself," his
host threatened. Reuben felt the heat of his own blush
and was grateful for Benny's smart mouth distracting
anyone from looking his way. He wasn't so much
leaning into Jean by then, as cringing, wishing he were
on the other side of his lover, more hidden. But he
watched, unable to look away when David lowered the
tray to offer Benny one of the three tall baby's bottles,
their glass sides reflecting the christmas tree lights.
Daniel had seated himself on the ottoman by Benny's
feet and was pouring the rich amber whiskey into short
glasses.

Benny took a bottle from the tray and lifted it in
salute.

"Cheers," he said, and Reuben watched amazed as he
tilted it high and closed his lips around its generous
nipple. Benny's sucking motions were pronounced
and there was a deliberate popping sound when he
pulled it out of his mouth, causing a little spray of the
drink on his lips. He tilted his head, smiling. "Well,
all right then," he giggled, "milk of the gods."

"A little less cranky now?" David asked. He'd stood
watching him, awaiting his judgment.

"Oh yes," Benny said. "Baby's happy."

It was one thing to see Benny, so boyish and cute,
with his bottle. Reuben tried not to stare at Joey as
David held the tray out to him.

"Thank you, Daddy," Joey said in a mock whisper,
taking a bottle, and leaning back deeper into the
pillows cushioning the arm of the couch, to raise it
to his lips. Reuben's anxiety wasn't lessened by the
way Joey drank, his mouth opening, taking the nipple
in his teeth to squeeze it before closing his lips around
it and sucking hard. Oh God. David was rounding the
table that formed the center of the grouping of the
couches and chair. I can't, he thought, his hand
fisted in his lap. He could no more make a joke of
what was so intimate to him, as Benny could, or
make the casual, sultry display of himself that Joey
had made, than sprout wings and fly.

But when David leaned down to offer the tray, his
blue eyes, both amused and curious, on Reuben's face,
it was Jean who took the bottle from the silver
platter, with a casual, "Thank you, David." Reuben
saw their host's blue eyes move to his lover's face and
he too looked at Jean who was leaning forward to set
the bottle down on the table. Reuben was both relieved
and oddly disappointed, wanting the drink even though
he was afraid to touch it. But Jean turned to him. His
handsome face, which Reuben had lost sight of, relying
on the feel of him beside him, had an instantly calming
effect on him. Jean had the slightest of smiles playing
on his lips, and his gold flecked eyes were loving.

Reuben felt a deep rush of pleasure, pride, and a sense
of the night's erotic possibilities as Jean reached for
him. He wants me, thought Reuben, he loves me,
feeling the firm grasp of Jean's strong hands under his
arms.

When Jean lifted him across his lap, arranging the
pillows to make him comfortable, Reuben tried to hide
his smile, but couldn't. His only embarrassment, at that
moment, was at his wealth of riches in being pampered
by his beautiful lover; feeling like the other babies at
this party must be envying him. Who would not want to
be held by Jean, cradled in his lap, and fed from a bottle?
Reuben could have purred watching Jean lift the bottle,
touching the end of it to his own lip, tasting a drop to
test it.

"It's cold, baby," he warned, guiding it to Reuben's lips.
Mouth watering in anticipation, Reuben let the broad
firm nipple tease him before clamping onto it to suck,
his eyes trained on his lover's face.

Good, he thought, so good. The taste of his drink, the
feel in his mouth, a warm glow spreading as he drank
the delicious concoction. And Jean. The pleasure was
pooling in his crotch and for a moment he wished they
were at home, alone, where by now he would be feeling
Jean's hand between his legs.

Realizing he'd emptied half of his bottle and that his
drink was incredibly strong, he stopped sucking, laying
the bottle on his chest. Then good became much, much
better. Jean kissed him, his hand stroking exactly where
Reuben wished he would touch him. His cock, lazily
swollen, half hard, reared up fully erect under Jean's
warm hand.

It seemed like the surrounding buzz of talk stopped and
Reuben was jolted by keen awareness that they weren't
at home in the privacy of their bed or playroom. It made
his dick even harder, though he fought back a wave of
alarm when Jean started to ease back from the kiss.
Reuben moaned a quiet protest, afraid that Jean would
sit back, leaving him totally exposed to the others.


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Jean could feel the heat coming off the lithe body in
his arms. The suppleness of Reuben's lips, the arch of
his hips and the bone hard erection that was threatening
to tear its way through the boy's silk trousers, prompted
Jean to push his lover's limits for the sake of giving him
some relief. He knew Reuben couldn't last long at this
pitch, let alone make it through gift giving and dinner.

He gambled that Reuben's need to come would outweigh
the anxiety of being exposed. As he sat back, he put his
hand to Reuben's mouth, knowing in his gut that the boy
needed some sort of shield. Reuben grasped at Jean's
wrist, holding him there. Jean rubbed a knuckled finger
between Reuben's lips and the boy clamped onto it with
his teeth, as Jean's other hand moved to his waist,
working open his strained fly.

"You're spoiling that child," David chided him.

Jean shook his head at David, as Reuben used his hand
like a shy girl, hiding behind an old fashioned fan to
shield her modesty -- except for the teeth biting into his
finger.

One handed, Jean managed to slide the narrow trousers
down Reuben's hips. The boy's briefs were damp and
warm and Jean left them covering him, rubbing him
hard through the soaked cloth. He could feel how close
he was in the quiver of his hips and in moments Reuben
was spurting hot into the palm of Jean's hand.

"Good boy," he murmured, soothing him after. "Uncle
David, surely you've got something soft and cuddly for
a baby in one of those packages."

"I think Santa might have brought something like that,"
David said.