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  Buzz raised an eyebrow, “Are we, now?” he growled, “We’ll see about that.” He got up and got his phone out of his pocket. I watched in mild horror as he put his phone to his ear, “River?” he barked. “I want to see you at the door in ten minutes.”

  He ended the call and looked at me, “Time to tell him to wind his neck in, I think.”

  I nodded, chewing nervously on my bottom lip. I was shitting myself at the idea of facing an angry River...

  *

  Ten minutes later, Buzz had summoned most of his friends, including Seth, Alfie and Simon – and Jodie had also turned up. He smiled at me and raised his eyebrows. I gave him a watery smile back, feeling a little sick. I should have just stayed home and practiced my singing...

  “This, as I’m sure you are all very aware of, is Franz,” Buzz said in a dangerous tone, “We’re seeing each other, exclusively and on a more or less permanent basis – do any of you have a problem with that?” He glared around at everyone.

  Absolute silence. Simon, Jodie and Seth all shook their heads, “No, mate,” Seth said with all sincerity, flashing me a friendly smile. I could have kissed him.

  “River?” Buzz barked.

  River sniffed and looked at me with contempt in his eyes, “I don’t have a problem with your boyfriend, no.” he said.

  I rolled my eyes. Not much... “So what is it you don’t like about me, then?” I challenged him.

  He stuck his chin out and folded his arms across his chest in a defensive pose, “It’s your relationship with that Quentin guy.” He said bluntly, “I don’t trust it.”

  Buzz’s jaw dropped. “Well, that’s fucking rich coming from you.” He turned to Jodie, “No offence,” he said, looking at him apologetically.

  Jodie shook his head, “None taken.” He said with a small smile. Turning to River he frowned, “What’s your point, babe?” he asked gently.

  River sighed and shook his head, “Buzz is, as you well know, one of my best friends.” He said, “If someone had been there to warn you about me, wouldn’t you have listened?” he looked at his boyfriend beseechingly.

  Jodie shrugged, “Maybe,” he agreed, “but then I’d probably still be with a guy that wasn’t right for me and I wouldn’t be having the life I’ve got now – with you. You’re everything, River.”

  River’s eyes filled with tears and he looked at Jodie as if he was the most precious thing on the face of the earth – which he probably was – but that still didn’t really help the situation that I was currently in – and I had a tendency to be a bit like a dog with a bone when I was backed into a corner... I frowned, “And so what exactly do you have against me?” I asked, “I’m not in any sort of a relationship with Quentin – we’re just friends. We’ve never been involved romantically. He’s in a relationship already – when you saw us at the university, I was simply comforting him because he was upset about something.”

  River’s jaw dropped, “Seriously?” he asked.

  I nodded, “Yes, seriously...” I said grimly.

  River smiled at me a little sheepishly. “Oh.” He said, “I’m sorry – I guess I’m too good at jumping to conclusions, I kind of just assumed...”

  I pursed my lips, “Well don’t assume anything about me.” I said frostily, “I would never cheat on Buzz. Never.”

  Chapter 17 – Falling for you...

  Buzz

  “Thanks for calling, River.” I said with a smile. He was calling to apologise again for misjudging Franz.

  “I think he’s a really nice guy, actually, Buzz – and I think he’ll be really good for you – so I’m really sorry for doing my usual crap of judging everyone the same way as I judge myself.” He sounded so apologetic.

  “Give yourself a break, dude.” I sighed, “Jodie loves you – and so he should – you’re a great guy, River.”

  He snorted, “Yeah, right – whatever. Just remember that you’re the best.”

  I smiled as I ended the call. I’d had an idea that was feeling more and more like the best idea I’d ever had in my whole life.

  I’d gotten the key cut a couple of days ago, but with the last couple of days being so hectic, it had taken until tonight to get around to giving it to him.

  The doorbell rang. I flung the door open and grabbed a rather startled Franz. Gathering him into my arms I kissed him all over his beautiful little face.

  He beamed at me as I finally pulled away, “Wow!” he said, “Good evening to you too!”

  I chuckled, “I have something for you.” I said, half-excitedly and half-nervously.

  He raised an eyebrow, “Oh, yeah?”

  I nodded “Yeah.” I took his hand and reached into my pocket, “This is for you.” I said, as I placed the newly cut key into his palm, “You are welcome here at any time of the day or night. No one else will ever be here that you’re not expecting. Do you understand what I’m saying to you, Franz?”

  He nodded, “I th-think so.” He stammered.

  I smiled. He looked so beautiful, so unsure of himself and so vulnerable – a million miles away from the way he looked when we were in the bedroom. “I want to be exclusive with you.”

  He nodded, “We already are, baby.” He said, “I’ve not looked at anyone since we’ve been seeing each other.” He blushed at the admission.

  I grinned goofily at him, “Me either.” I said, “I don’t need anyone else.”

  His smile was absolutely mesmerising, “Take me to bed, big guy.” He murmured.

  I took his hand in mine, “Oh, my God, yes.” I said, “It would be my pleasure. Come on....”

  Chapter 18 – Massage...

  Franz

  Buzz turned as I let myself into his apartment. He’d given me a key not long after River and I had made our peace with each other and I felt a rush of love every time I stuck my key in his door.

  He had a massive smile on his beautiful face and looking the picture of domestic perfection with a tea-towel slung across his shoulder and his sexy little apron around his waist. “Hey, babe.” He said shyly. Every time I let myself in he looked at me as if he couldn’t quite believe his eyes that I was there.

  For my part, I still couldn’t quite believe that someone so fucking gorgeous as he was, wanted to actually have me hanging around him like a bad smell all of the time. It was beyond my comprehension that he actually wanted to be with me but I was just going to enjoy it for as long as he was willing to put up with me. The spell had to be broken one day. Sooner or later he’d wake up and think, “What the fuck have I been doing with him?”

  I smiled at him, “Hey, you.” I said with a definite sigh in my voice. I couldn’t help it – he made me go all gooey on the inside.

  He frowned, “Are you okay?”

  I blinked. He was so damned perceptive. Truth be known I’d had the shittiest day in a long time. My musical theatre assignment had been graded lower than I’d expected and my choreography assignment had been slated by the entire group, almost reducing me to tears – but there was no way that lot were going to see me cry. “Sure.” I tried to smile, but his face was all I’d wanted to see all day, and now that I was here and there was no one else to see me cry, it all became to much and to my utter mortification, I let out a sob.

  He came rushing across the kitchen to me and wrapped me up in a bone-crushing embrace, “Baby.” He said, stroking my hair and kissing me on the forehead, “What’s happened?”

  I let out a shuddery breath and shook my head, “Nothing really,” I said, because it really wasn’t anything in particular and everyone got slated at sometime or other, “It was just a really awful day, that’s all.”

  Buzz nodded, “We all get those,” he murmured, rubbing my back with his wonderful big, warm hands, “but something’s upset you – you’re never normally like this, sweetheart.”

  I leaned against his broad chest and breathed in the smell of him – warm, spicy cinnamon. He’d been baking something again... “I just feel...” Like I’m going to fail... my eyes filled with tears. I squeezed them shut and wrapped my arms around Buzz, just revelling in his strength. I felt so safe in his arms – like nothing could ever hurt me when I was with him.

  He hugged me a little tighter, “You’re all tense, baby.” He said, “Go and get a shower and then I’ll give you a massage while we wait for dinner to cook – I’m doing a roast goose for us tonight.”

  Goose? Fuck me. I’d never eaten so well in my whole life! “I don’t know what goose is like.” I said, “What if I don’t like it?”

  Buzz shrugged, “I’m quite sure you’ll love it – but if you don’t, it’s not the end of the world – we can order a pizza or a Chinese or something...”

  I nodded. Of course we could. There wasn’t anything that couldn’t be solved when Buzz was around...

  I stumbled across the room and into the bathroom. It was cold outside and my feet were stupidly cold in my Vans – I really needed to get some decent boots for the winter weather.

  Buzz

  I shook my head as I watched Franz make his way to the bathroom.

  How the hell could he possibly be warm dressed the way he was – and in those ridiculous shoes too?

  Well, I knew the answer to that one – he couldn’t possibly be...

  I suddenly knew what I was going to get him for Christmas... It might be horribly practical – but it would be given with love and that was what mattered, wasn’t it? Or maybe not... I had no idea. I’d never dated someone long enough to be dating them at Christmas before. What if he wanted something romantic and impractical? I really had no clue about such things. I didn’t want fluffy toys or jewellery or bath-bombs or whatever it was that other guys I knew liked. Fuck. I was so crap at this dating thing... I had no idea why Franz wanted to be with a guy like
me – when he was so different to that.

  He emerged from the bathroom, smelling like tangerines and looking utterly delectable with his beautiful hair hanging around his face in ringlets. He was so damned pretty...

  I smiled, “Feeling better?”

  He nodded, “Uh-huh.” He said, “Honestly, you don’t have to give me a massage – I’m good.”

  I raised an eyebrow. It wasn’t all for him if I was gonna be totally honest. I quite fancied getting my hands on that rangy little body... “Are you sure?” I said, “I got the oils ready and everything...”

  His eyes lit up and he padded across the room in his bare feet towards me, “Really?” he asked.

  I swallowed and nodded. I don’t know what it was about a guy with bare feet but it always managed to get me going. My dick was hard already...

  “Come on, let’s go and lie on my bed.”

  He grinned at me, “Great idea.” He said, standing on his tiptoes and planting a quick kiss on my lips.

  I followed him into our bedroom. It had become our bedroom within weeks of meeting him. Somehow or other Franz had just become part of my life so easily I was actually afraid of him disappearing just as quickly and easily...

  Still. I wasn’t about to start dwelling on what might happen. He was here right now – and right now I was going to give him the best massage he’d ever had...

  Chapter 19 – Making love

  Franz

  Buzz had a look in his eye. He’d been planning this for some time, I could just tell – but exactly what it was that he had planned for me, I didn’t know – I was, however, pretty damned intrigued.

  “Lie down on the bed, faced down.” He said in his deep voice.

  My dick immediately started to take an interest – that voice alone was enough for that to happen. Stop it. I commanded myself. This is supposed to be relaxing...

  I did as he asked. “Should I keep the towel?” I asked teasingly.

  Buzz huffed a laugh, “No, you can lose the towel.” He growled.

  I nodded and loosened the towel, dropping it on the floor before I climbed onto the bed, “Good?” I asked.

  “Fucking fantastic.” He breathed, “Now, relax and just enjoy yourself.”

  I closed my eyes and waited. I didn’t even realise I was tense until he started to massage my shoulders, digging his thumbs into the muscles on either side of my neck as he massaged up my neck and across my shoulder blades.

  I felt myself relaxing almost immediately. Oh, my God... That felt absolutely unbelievable.

  His hands moved up and down my body, sliding and squeezing and massaging every inch of me. His clever hands started heading south, squeezing my buttocks and then working on my thighs. I wanted to tell him to pay a little more attention to the space in between but I didn’t like to assume that he wanted to get inside me – up to now I’d been doing all the topping. He really enjoyed me bossing him around too. But I didn’t really want to boss him around tonight. I wanted to be taken care of and stroked and fondled and made love to – and somehow, he’d tuned into that. He already knew what I needed...

  “How does that feel, baby?” he whispered, “Am I making you feel good?”

  His voice was warm and gravelly and as sexy as hell.

  “Uh-huh.” I managed.

  He chuckled. He slid his hands back up my thighs to my buttocks. He pulled them apart and slid his greased up fingers along my crease, circling my hole and making me gasp, “Oh, fuck, yes.” I cried out.

  He pushed my thighs apart and crawled onto the bed, settling himself between my legs. “You feel amazing,” he murmured, sliding a couple of fingers inside me. “So tight and so hot.”

  I groaned as he hooked his fingers and stroked my sweet spot, “Oh, God.” I whimpered, “Don’t stop, Buzz – never stop.”

  He chuckled, “Want another one?”

  “Fuck, yeah.” I groaned, “Anything.”

  “Slut.” He whispered, sliding in another finger and starting to work my hole, making my mind go blank so all I could feel was his fingers fucking my hole.

  “Say something else.” I whispered, my dick going rigid.

  “What?” he asked, a smile in his voice, “You want me to say something dirty?”

  I groaned, “Fuck, yes. Dirty as you like.”

  He chuckled, “What? Do you want me to call you names and shit?”

  I nodded, “Call me stuff, tell me what you’re gonna do to me – that sort of thing.”

  “Okay...” he was silent for a moment, just working his fingers inside me and then he started talking and I’m not gonna lie, I was more turned on than I’d ever been in my life... “I’m going to hold you down.” He whispered, “I’m gonna fuck your tight little hole until you’re begging me for mercy,” he stopped, “Like that?”

  I nodded, panting. “But you’re not gonna really hold me down, are you?” He was fucking massive and as much as I liked to fantasise about a man that would throw me around in the bedroom all night long and then let me watch cartoons in the morning, all snuggled up while he made me breakfast – it was just a fantasy... I didn’t actually want to be thrown around in real life...

  He laughed out loud, “Could you really see me wanting to do that?” he asked, “I like it when you do it to me, because it’s safe – you’d never really hurt me because physically, you probably couldn’t anyway. Let’s face it, I’m fucking massive and I’d crush you – so no, I’m not going to hold you down at all. I would, however, love to push my cock inside your beautiful hole. It’s so soft and pink and inviting.” He leaned down and licked it, making me squirm with desire, “May I?”

  I’d never been described with so much adoration in my whole life. And I wanted nothing more than to feel his cock deep inside me. I wanted it more than I could even begin to describe, “Oh, fuck yes.” I panted, “Do it – do it!”

  I felt him get off the bed and then I heard him start to take off his clothes. This I had to see. He was utterly stunning when he was naked. Those shapely, toned thighs. That washboard stomach, those pecs and those incredible erect nipples with the silver sleepers through them. Fuck. He was absolutely magnificent. His biceps were thicker than my thighs. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He was incredible... “Gonna get ready for me, baby?” he asked passing me a bottle of lube.

  I snapped the cap off. “I’m not sure if I really need this.” I murmured as I dribbled some over my fingers and reached down, “Feeling pretty damned good without it.”

  The look on Buzz’s face as I slid my own fingers inside me and started to work myself for him told me that this was more for his pleasure. I grinned at him, “Perv.” I whispered, “Getting off on watching me touch myself.”

  He nodded with his mouth slightly open. “Can I suck you first?” he murmured, his eyes fixed on my cock as it bobbed around.

  I nodded, “Of course,” I said, still fingering myself, “Should I stop?”

  He nodded, “I’d like to do that for you.” He said, “May I?”

  I nodded, “Yes.” I said, “Suck me right down into your throat.” I could sense that he wanted to be told what to do – he loved being ordered around. His cock was as hard as a rock and he was already leaking pre-come in a steady stream down his length. I was dying to taste him, dying to feel him inside me too. There was far too much I wanted all at the same time.

  He took me into his mouth, his fingers found my slippery entrance in seconds and he groaned, his eyes closed and his face buried into my crotch. He had my cock right down his throat and I could feel his throat muscles working me. Fuck. He really knew what he was doing and he really didn’t have a problem with his gag reflex.

  I tensed a little. The familiar feeling of the beginning of an almighty orgasm was starting in my balls. I threaded my fingers through his hair, “Gonna come, baby.” I gasped as I let go and shot hot streams of come into his eagerly waiting mouth.

  I watched him in fascination as he swallowed and then slid his mouth off my softening cock. His lips were red and shiny and he looked utterly beautiful. “Now get that beautiful, thick, leaking cock in my arse and fuck me hard.” I said.