Chapter 12: Earl Grey and English Breakfast
Richard adjusted his sleeping on the plane and the day before so the jet-lag wouldn't interfere with his sense of time after landing. He also read his work-related emails on the flight, so he was up to date about the NDA lawsuit.
Since he was fresh and wide awake, it took him a single moment to see through Alex's shenanigans. He knew Robert was a slave to the core, so it was up to him to save his closeted ass.
"It's nice to see you two, with a new face no less, but let me say it anyway." He spoke ahead of everyone, loud enough to hear clearly in the noisy crowd.
"It's never too early for a cup of grey." He said to Alex specifically with an apologetic look.
"Welcome home, smartass!" She replied with a pout, but hugged him warmly regardless.
It was one of those convos Larry could not understand. He heard the words, but their meaning avoided him completely. He looked at Robert for some kind of hint.
The only thing he got from him was a massive relief spreading on his face.
"I'm not supposed to ask, but what is going on?" He asked.
Before Alex could explain things to him, Richard stepped in front of him, offering a handshake, which Larry accepted.
"Man, you are quite green for the Lady's taste. I'm Richard, and the gibberish about Earl Grey tea was my safeword." Rick introduced himself.
Alex stepped in from the sidelines:
"Larry's not contracted."
Rick's eyebrows furrowed, he looked at Larry from head to toe with a mix of suspicion and concern, still holding his hand.
"So your name is Larry. What are you doing with her without a contract?! She'll eat you alive." Rick leaned in as if he wanted to talk only to Larry, but kept his words loud so Alex could hear them.
"Quit ignoring poor Robert, and don't try to shake Larry up. It's futile, he's like a rock." Said Alex, retrieving the latter's arm from Rick.
"I'm not ignoring him. He likes to wait for me. Right, Rob?" Rick winked at him, inducing a bright red blush on Rob's face that could compete with his hair colour.
"See, he's too shy to even look at me." Teased Rick again, approaching said man step by step. He took his sweet time.
"Welcome home, ya bastard." Said Robert, forcing himself to look his torturer in the eye.
To avoid hugging, Rob slapped Rick on the shoulder squarely. Chances were, he would not survive more physical contact without a boner. The last five or so minutes already took a toll on his nerves.
That gesture didn't make Rick happy, but he knew he shouldn't get his hopes up. Rob was Rob, and he liked him just the way he was. The red face with that adorable expression was enough of a treat anyway.
"Do you have something in mind for us?" Rick turned to ask Alex.
"Just a welcome party at the playground." She replied.
Excitement lit up in Richard's eyes in an instant. He reacted like a kid hearing about a new candy shop in town. It reminded Larry of those salivating dogs in Pavlov's experiment.
"Should I unpack first, or want me to join as is?" Richard's earlier confidence and domineering vibe went out the window. Larry could almost see him wagging his tail.
"No need to hurry." Alex reassured him.
"Zack is still at work. He'll be back at The Crib by four, and needs at least an hour to change gears. Meet you downstairs at five." She waved goodbye.
After linking arms with Larry again, she guided him back to her car.
"Well, that was a flop. Rob got off easy." She complained.
"Why did Richard use his safeword?" Larry could guess the answer, but asked anyway.
"To stop me from tormenting his lover. Well, he teased him a bit on his own, so it's okay." She confirmed Larry's theory.
"Do you enjoy playing with other's emotions?" He asked out of pure curiosity, with no judgement in his tone.
"The official term is emotional sadism. They both have it on their respective list of allowed plays. On top of that, they torment each other plenty, but in a more subtle way than me." She explained.
Larry noticed her avoiding the question, but didn't inquire further. He didn't intend it, but his silence put some unexplainable pressure on Alex. By the time they reached the car, she caved.
"Yes, I enjoy it. Normally Richard goes along with it, while Robert doesn't even notice himself dancing to my tunes. They are fun to tease, that's all." She admitted proudly, as if taunting Larry to find fault in her words.
On the way here, Larry got lost in thought around totally different things. Hearing this confession, he didn't know what to do with it at first. Then the words from earlier clicked in his clunky mind.
"Oh, you mean the emotional sadist thing? That's fine, some people love drama, some don't. No big deal." He shrugged, then opened the door for Alex on the passenger side.
Now it was Alex's turn to stand still with eyes wide open. She didn't realise Larry's silence was due to being absent minded, and not a strategic decision to pressure her for a reply.
She overreacted again. This was her second deflating pufferfish moment within hours.
< I've become too self-centered… I don't notice the person beside me is minding his own business, not me. Need more time away from the puppies. >
She thought, trying to digest Larry's fluctuating interest in her. It took her more than a few seconds, so she pinned it on her mental to-do list for the time being.
"Get in, Larry. I'm driving." She woke from her baffled state, and walked to the other side of the car.
****
An hour later, in Richard's room at The Crib, he got a proper welcome.
The almost naked Rob was kneeling in front of him, facing his hard dick, actively begging to be fucked.
"Rick, I missed ya so much." He rubbed his face on the warm and slightly pulsating rod through the boxer. The pants were already on the floor.
"I missed you too, Robert, but wait for me a bit more. We can play soon, and you love the shame of being boned in front of others." Said Rick, but didn't do anything to stop him.
"What if she tells ya to fuck Mikey instead? Ya wouldn't say no, and I'll just be horny and hurt." Rob pouted.
"How about you fuck me while I top Mikey? Lady would be beside herself with joy." Rick tried to argue, but his dedication was shaky at best.
"Ya know I can't do that. Privately, maybe, but I can't get it up in group. The lads think I'm impotent, remember?" Countered Rob.
His cock was hard as rock, and precum already soaked through his briefs. Seeing that, Robert gave in his urges - not without a catch, though.
"Do me then. Here, now. You are already hard, and I want to feel you inside me for a change."
He turned his back to Rob, rubbing his ass cheeks on his erection.
"I dunno Rick. I've never done a man. What if I'm bad at it? Don't wanna disappoint you." Rob started to get nervous.
"Don't waste my time you filthy dog and fuck me hard as I told you!" Rick shouted suddenly.
He changed tactics. Robert wasn't ready to top when he asked him honestly. Then, he can drive him so crazy with lust he won't be able to resist. At least, that was his idea.
"I'm a filthy dog, yes. I'm not worthy of topping you, Rick." With the last of his self control, Robert tried to talk his way out of it.
"That's right, you are not! But you're the only one here, and my hole is longing for a hard dick. You made me this way you stupid shit, so take responsibility!"
Said Rick, feeling his lover shaking with need.
He went one step further, and pushed Rob on the ground, so he would lay on his back. He saddled his chest, and pulled his cock from the boxers, and pushed it in Rob's face.
"You know what, Robert? I'll just do it for you. I'll ride that stupid dick of yours so good, you'll never get it up for a woman again. Not even Alex." He promised.
They were alone in the room, doors closed, but a shiver still ran down Rick's spine as he imagined the consequences calling Alex on her name.
"And don't even start with the English Breakfast safeword bullshit, you hear me? This is no play. This is me, using my boyfriend as a dildo to my heart's content." He warned Robert.
He was at his wits end, but still waited for consent. It was important to him that Rob agreed. He couldn't bear his rejection again.
The man on the floor looked up at his partner, locking eyes with him. He saw lust, power, determination, and desperation all at once. Rick was waiting for him to accept this step in their relationship.
Rob was scared. Rick never really pushed him like this. He made advances every now and then, or tried to talk about coming out with him, but never this way.
He wasn't scared of Rick, not the least. He felt safe with him, always. He was scared of himself, what he would become if he did what Rick asked. Deep down he wanted it too - he just wasn't brave enough to admit it.
< It's not a pickle… it's the whole fucking jar. >
He cursed internally.
For the first time in his life, Robert wanted something more than keeping his own integrity intact. He wanted Richard for himself, fully and without regrets.
Without breaking eye contact, he licked his lover's penis, and gave his consent with a shameless smile.
"Isn't it the horny dog's job to do the fucking?" He asked, but did not wait for a reply.
He raised his hip, threw Rick off him to the side, and mounted him, pinning his arms to the floor.
"I hope ya like spit, cause I ain't stopping for lube, babe." He said, kissing Rick deeply.
Then he released his arms, grabbed his knees from below, and pushed them to his chest. Pulled off his boxer, directly ripped off his briefs, and positioned his erection to cover Rick's hole and rub on his firm balls.
"Ya asked for this, so no backing out for ya either."
Those were Robert's last words before stepping into the world of admittedly gay men.
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