Do Unto Others
“I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore, Toto,” Brian muses with a smirk.
We are out in the middle of nowhere, that’s for sure, and I can tell as we weave the winding road of the entrance and up to the main building that the whole place is set up to be a romantic getaway type of retreat. Brian’s looking around, rolling his eyes and I suddenly realize that he’s getting very uncomfortable about the whole scene. It’s not exactly my cup of tea either but as long as I’m here with Brian, I could care a less what the scenery is like. But Brian… just the thought of romance-type stuff makes him squirm. Like if he enjoys any part of it, his dick might fall off or something. It’s one of his hang-ups and with a smirk on my face… I think I’ve found my payback. Yep, I’m gonna milk this for all it’s worth.
“Jesus, breeder central,” Brian says as he rolls to a stop, puts the car in park then turns off the ignition.
“Well honey,” I tell him, trying not to grin. “Maybe this is just the atmosphere we need to make that baby we’ve been trying so hard for.”
Brian’s head turns towards me so fast, I’m surprised his neck didn’t pop. He glares at me with this disturbed look on his face and it’s really hard to keep a straight face. I tighten my stomach to hold the laugh inside.
“Don’t,” is all he says.
“Don’t what?” I ask innocently while batting my eyelashes at him.
“It’s not funny,” he says getting out of the car. As soon as he slams the door shut, I can’t hold it in any longer and I bust up laughing.
I get myself together and get out of the car. He’s back by the trunk getting out our bags and he holds mine out for me to take, but I don’t; I just walk towards the entrance, completely ignoring him. I hear the trunk slam shut, loudly, and it gives me pause. Then I start to feel the daggers he’s shooting at the back of my head. Just as I’m saying ‘hi’ to the doorman, Brian catches up to me and a duffle bag gets shoved at me so hard that it knocks the wind out of me for a second. He mumbles ‘little shit’ as he walks by and I chuckle under my breath. Think maybe he’s getting just a little bit pissed?
While we’re at the front desk and they’re explaining everything to Brian, I’m standing next to him, smiling at him. He’s ignoring me, of course, as my punishment so I bump him with my hip. He doesn’t waiver at all. I bump him again and he pinches my side. Hard. So I don’t do it again. I’m worried now that he didn’t like me kidding around. Shit.
They tell him that Mr. Martin set aside the best suite for us and that it is the one that has all the bells and whistles so he’ll know exactly what the retreat has to offer. They give him a huge packet that contains all the brochures, menus, anything and everything about the place.
They tell us that there is so much ‘entertainment’ in the suites that we don’t even have to ever leave the room if we don’t want to. I really like that idea and smile, but Brian is still stoic and makes no gesture about it at all. They tell us to have a good time, with a wink, then a really cute guy in a suit comes around and says he’ll show us to our suite. As he leads and we follow, Brian bumps my hip and grins at me. Guess he’s not so pissed after all.
We’re led to a golf cart just outside the front doors, and the driver grabs our luggage to secure it to a padded bench-like thing on the back of the cart. Brian gets in the front passenger seat and wiggles his eyebrows at me as he does. I look back, yes the driver’s cute, and yes, he has a nice ass. Of course Brian sits up front. I roll my eyes and climb in the back.
He takes us through the winding sidewalks. Since everyone leaves their cars at the main building with the valet, there’s no need for roads through the property. That’s kind of neat and helps keep the romanticism of the place in tact. It’s naturally beautiful and really close to the river, too, so you can smell water and hear it flowing. I love that smell, that hint of mud and wet leaves… which doesn’t smell that great on its own… but it’s nature and it’s real so it connects differently in my brain and makes it pleasing. The sound of moving water is relaxing in its constant trickles... it’s telling me that it’s flowing someplace away from here, over rocks and tree stumps, around bends and sharp corners… it’s unstoppable and free. I love that too.
All along the river edge there’s a series of buildings tucked away and separated by tall trees and landscaping so in a way, each building is kind of secluded from all the others. They’re hard to describe because they’re all so different. I’m assuming because all the suites are different.
It looks like we’ve approached our building because he circles the whole thing, going around by the river and then back up toward the main sidewalk before coming to a stop. I notice that there’s only one door on each of the four sides of the building and each door has a plaque beside it, but we’re too far away for me to read them. Each entryway surrounding each door is decorated differently…some Victorian style, some contemporary. So from each side of the building it looks like a totally separate house. And some do look like houses from their fronts. Others seem strange; no building style but the décor is themed. A pink one with a red door, pink and white roses. Some are two story, like ours, others are only flats. Our door seems to be a themed one. It’s blue and the landscaping surrounding it kind of looks like an aquarium with coral rocks, shells, seaweed and stuff. I’m really curious as to what our suite will look like from the inside now because the theme seems to be something about oceans.
He tells us that each building contains only four suites and each has its own private entrance and that no one should bother us. There isn’t anything to do here outside of our suite, and the only amenities that the place offers is one restaurant. He explains that people don’t come here to socialize and for the most part, use room service for food. That anything and everything we should need is already in the suite and if it’s not, then we just call and it will be provided. Brian and I steal a glance at each other and smile. We get the picture. My dick stirs. Can’t wait.
We file out of the golf cart, Mr. Cute Guy grabbing our overnight bags and leading the way to the door. When we get a little closer, I read the plaque by the door. Aquatic Honeymoon. I’m intrigued at what the apparent ‘aquatic’ part could mean for the amenities to the room, but the ‘honeymoon’ part…well, I’m not stupid. And neither is Brian. I turn to him with an arched eyebrow and grin my biggest grin.
“Don’t.” he says. I have to smirk at him.
“Here we are,” Cute Guy says, opening the door and going inside. Brian follows him. I stay outside, in the doorway…waiting. Brian’s going to kill me, but I just can’t resist.
Cute Guy takes our bags somewhere around on the other side of this wall. I don’t know what’s over there since I’m still outside and can’t see. He comes back into view but doesn’t give much of a tour of the suite. He says that we’ll figure it all out and that most people don’t like to be shown everything that’s in there. That the exploration of the place is part of the fun. He shakes Brian’s hand then puts the money that Brian palmed him into his pocket, walking toward me to leave, so I step to the side to let him out.
“Have fun,” he says with a smile as he goes by.
“Oh, I will,” I tell him with a smile of my own.
Brian is off emptying his pockets onto the table. I wait.
When he realizes that I’m still outside, he turns toward me. “What?”
“You gonna carry me over the threshold?”
He narrows his eyes into a death glare…I gulp just for a second. “You’ve got two legs,” he says a little annoyed. Okay, maybe a lot annoyed.
I put on my best mock-pouty face, up the pitch in my voice and forge ahead. “But it’s our honeymoon, honey,” I whine.
“Ah,” Brian says, rolling his lips in to keep from grinning. He’s trying to keep his annoyed look, but he’s not really succeeding. I grin just as sweetly as I can.
He starts to approach me and I gulp again. He’s sporting a smirk on his face so I don’t know if he’s going to play along with my silliness and really pick me up or slam the door in my face. He gets just inches in front of me and smiles. God, he’s gorgeous and smells so good. I raise my eyebrows questioning his next move.
He starts to speak, “The last time I checked, which was just a couple of hours ago…”
He pauses for effect, straightens his face and grabs my dick in his hand, squeezing it and pushing the air out of my lungs.
“…you had a dick between your legs,” he continues. He clutches it tighter and I gasp, but as usual, my cock has a mind of its own and wiggles in his hand.
“Ahh, I see you still do,” he adds, commenting on my growing erection. He sticks his tongue in his cheek and practically lifts me off my feet by pulling me into the room by my dick, and ends up carrying me over the threshold the Brian Kinney way.
“Ow, ow, okay, okay,” I stammer, grabbing his arm and stumbling into the room on my toes.
As soon as he has me clear of the doorway, he slams the door shut then the pull he had on me suddenly changes to a push and I find myself squished between him and the hard, cold metal of the door in a matter of seconds. He leans his chest against me to hold me in place, his hand still on my dick; only the grip’s not as tight. He’s massaging it firmly, but not harshly. My cock is against the palm of his hand, his thumb stroking against the crook of my leg and his long fingers kneading my balls, rolling them back and forth, back and forth. Oh, god.
His hot breath washes over my face, I want him to kiss me. I’ve waited all afternoon and this seems as good a time as any. I mean, our faces are so close and all. I tilt my head up in invitation for him to take my mouth but he softly kisses my cheek instead, then gives me a long lick so close to my ear that I hear it’s bumpy texture brush across my skin. I accidentally let out a whimper.
Damn, I didn’t mean to do that. He always knows when I’m putty in his hands and this makes it twice in one afternoon. I have to try to maintain some kind of control over my body. I mean, really. Am I that easy?
He huffs in my ear then drags his tongue across my face and along my bottom lip. I open my mouth a little and breathe into him. He nibbles my lip, sucks it into his mouth, tugging enough that when he backs away too far, it resists with a snap. Just like the rest of my body, my tongue is up and erect, waggling in the middle of my mouth; waiting for him. His grazes over my teeth so I touch it with mine and that’s all it takes… the kiss is underway. Finally.
I’m so horny right now, it doesn’t take long before I’m panting through my nose and humming into his mouth. I reach for his hips, hooking my fingers into his belt loops and pulling his body closer. He abruptly ends the kiss and backs away, leaving me standing there with my mouth still open and my eyes still closed. When I open them, I find him looking at me with a satisfied smile on his face. He puts his hand on my cheek and lightly slaps against it three times as if to say ‘good boy’ or ‘there, there’ or some shit like that. Whatever.
Then he turns and walks away. Oh yeah? I don’t think so.
