Babes in Toyland II

by Aspen Mountain Press Authors

  Dave looked at the two females, still chuckling. “We won't be long. Can't figure out why he got so pissed off.” He picked up the Mad Libs game pad and a pencil. “I'll just use the back of the sheets to jot down his suggestions and we'll be finished in a few minutes."

  * * * *

  Frank paced back and forth while he waited the agonizingly few moments before Dave joined him. Assuming he did join him. He'd given him a legitimate excuse to talk, but who the hell knew how he'd react to his petulant exit. He just couldn't think of any other way to get him alone. After all, what could he say? I want to be with you? Yeah, sure, like that was a good idea.

  "Frankie? You okay?"

  He whirled. Dave stood hesitating in the doorway, a pad and pencil in his hands. He had on his fucking underwear, as he called them. A deep blue silken pouch that barely contained his penis and a thong back that would reveal his muscled butt when he turned around. Frank shuddered. He rushed over to his suitcase at the foot of the bed, threw it open and grabbed a pair of shorts.

  Ain't no way he was going to tell him anything totally naked.

  "Well? What's up, bro? Is it Marcie? I thought you guys were getting along great.” He grinned. “I think she really has the hots for you. I mean she was all over you at breakfast and even the first night, she—"

  "Stop it!” Frank clenched his hands and shut his eyes. “It doesn't matter if she likes me or not. She's not the one I want.” He opened his eyes and saw only concern in Dave's.

  Dave took a step toward him. “Oh, shit, man. I'm really sorry. I know she has that effect on men. I mean, she is incredible. She's so fucking sexy. Man, you don't know how amazing Shari is. I'm really sorry, Frank."

  "It's not Shari I want.” He took a deep cleansing breath. “It's you. I'm gay. I love you."

  Dave stared at him, then slowly smiled. “Bro, you had me there for a minute.” He shook his head. “Shit, as if I wouldn't know it if you were gay. Not that I'd care and hey, I love you, too.” He grinned. “You're the brother I never had."

  Frank moved to Dave and stood in front of him, only inches away. He placed his hands on his shoulders and looked into his eyes.

  "I'm gay. I've known since I was fourteen. No, before that, but fourteen is when I realized I loved you and...” His voice broke. “And you would never want me or love me.” He dropped his hands and moved to the window. He turned and looked out. “Do you hate me?” He clenched his fist and hit the window frame. “Say something. Anything."

  Frank heard the anger in Dave's voice and leaned his head against the frigid windowpane.

  "I don't know what to say. You made a fool of me? Did everyone know but me?"

  "I never intended to make you feel foolish. Your family and mine don't know. I've been very careful to keep my lives separate. I was never going to tell you.” He laughed bitterly. “Not every gay sounds like a flaming queen. I could have gone on forever, keeping this a secret from you. But I can't any longer.” He sighed. “Marcie and Shari know."

  "You son of a bitch."

  Frank whirled around. Dave stood in the center of the room. The sunlight glinted off his short brown curls, finding traces of golden blond hair. And revealing the tears sliding down his face.

  "You think I give a shit that you're gay? I'm just so fucking pissed that you didn't trust me. That you lied to me.” He took two long strides and came up into Frank's face. He took another deep breath and cursed.

  "Fuck it."

  And he grabbed Frank's face, shoving open his mouth and grinding his lips against his. He thrust his tongue in and out, sucking his, driving Frank crazy.

  Frank's arms whipped around Dave's waist and he pressed his groin against his.

  And realized that Dave's penis was still soft.

  He wrenched his mouth away and wiped his lips with the back of his hand. “I don't want a pity kiss from you."

  Dave shut his eyes. “Damn, that's not...” He paused. “I do love you, Frank, but I ... I thought, maybe, I did love you the way you say you love me.” He shook his head. “I thought if I kissed you ... Boy, did I blow it."

  Frank breathed deep, cupped Dave's head and smiled. “No. That's the problem. You didn't blow it.” He dropped his hands. “Do I have to find a new apartment?"

  "No. I guess not.” Dave grinned, full out. “But please, no show tunes now."

  Dave thrust out his right hand. “It's a deal, but damn, I was hoping to take you to see Brokeback Mountain, the musical, next year."

  "Guess you'll have to take someone else."

  Frank threw himself on the bed. “Jesus, I'm beat. I feel like I ran the marathon. I have to lie down for a while."

  Dave stared at him, his thoughts still whirling. He'd recovered fast enough from Frank's bombshell, but couldn't quite wrap his head around it. And that kiss. What the hell had he been thinking of? Damn, whom was he kidding? He knew what he'd been thinking; he'd been thinking of it off and on for a while and since they'd been stranded in the cabin, it seemed it was all he'd been thinking. Christ, he was tired, too.

  "Mind if I lie down next to you? You're not the only one who's run a mental race."

  "Sure.” Frank shrugged. “Not as if I'm going to jump your bones now."

  "Guess not."

  Dave stretched out on his side, his back to Frank. He tried not to move, to remain unconcerned that Frank lay mere inches away from him.

  He could hear him breathing.

  He tried to remember if he had missed some sign or something. He had interrogated enough drag queens and runaway teenage boys willing to suck some bastard's cock to score a fix to recognize the negative side of gay existence in the city's alleyways. But Frank was nothing like the lowlifes that prowled the filthy streets.

  He was Frank, his best friend who remembered his birthday and picked up the dry cleaning and went to the Knicks' games with him and drank beer and gorged on Chinese take-out late at night when he'd come home drained from dealing with some thirteen-year old drug dealer.

  And Frank loved him.

  "Dave?"

  He felt Frank's hand touch his shoulder, felt his warm breath on the back of his neck.

  "Are you okay?"

  Dave felt the mattress sag as Frank moved closer. Felt his hand slide down his arm. Felt his cock nudge his backside through his boxer shorts.

  "Dave, can I just hold you? For a little while?"

  Dave took a deep breath. God, Frankie, don't touch me.

  "Yeah, sure."

  He could barely hear Frank's response. “Thanks."

  Frank's fingers twined with his and he rested their hands on Dave's thigh. He pressed his lips against Dave's shoulder. Oh, God, his lips were as soft as he'd imagined.

  "Thanks for understanding."

  Dave trembled. Frank's lips felt too good. He managed not to draw away. Damn if he was going to let an innocent expression of thanks disturb him.

  Frank whispered in his ear.

  "The first time I saw you naked in the shower after PE at Franklin High, I thought of Michaelangelo's David. You were so perfect. Remember that bastard bully, Stewie Halperin? He caught me looking at you and said he was going to tell everyone I wanted to suck your dick. I punched him in the nose.” He chuckled. “He left me alone after that. Wouldn't do to let anyone know he'd been beaten up by a queer.” His hand drifted around to Dave's cock and he brushed it gently. It bucked against his fingers and Frank slowly ran his hand down its length.

  "Don't.” Dave's voice was hoarse. Don't stop.

  "Please, Dave, let me just ... please."

  Yes, please, please. I want to know.

  Taking his time, giving Dave every opportunity to stop him, Frank slipped his hand beneath the silk material covering Dave's prick. He felt his own flesh harden as he fondled Dave's lengthening penis.

  He shoved Dave's thong down around his ankles and let his hands roam freely, fondling Dave's testes. His heart raced.

  "Just tell me to stop and I will."

  Dave arch
ed against Frank's hands and moaned.

  "I want you to—ah, God. Don't."

  Frank squeezed Dave's cock. “What? What do you want?"

  "I'm not gay!"

  Frank laughed quietly. “I know you're not, babe. You're probably bi.” He nipped his shoulder. “Now, tell me what you want."

  Dave turned his head and looked at his best friend. I love him. I have to know.

  "Kiss me. Again."

  * * * *

  Dave looked at the length of Frankie's back as he stretched out above him, his face hovering near his throbbing penis. The moonlight coming through the window danced along the curve of Frankie's spine. He looked like a Roman gladiator fucking a slave before going into the arena. Frankie's skin gleamed from the scented oil smoothed all over every inch of his body with Dave's eager hands. He gripped Frankie's head; the curly hair twining around his fingers and he moaned as Frankie's lips finally engulfed his cock. It wasn't the same as Shari's mouth. Frank could take in more of him quicker and easier. And he sucked harder. Oh, God, it felt good. Too good, too quick, too—

  "Crap."

  His cum erupted into Frankie's mouth.

  "Frank, I'm sorry. I came too soon. I—"

  Frank shifted off him and laughed.

  "Oh, man, I can't believe it. I got you so wound up you shot your wad early.” He turned onto his stomach and looked up at Dave's reddened face. “It's gonna be fun being the leader for a change."

  Chapter Four

  "What do you think they're doing in there?” Shari asked. “It's been awfully quiet for a while."

  Marcie stared at the innocent looking top lying on the dusty floor. How could she answer Shari without hurting her? She knew Frank was going to tell Dave how he felt about him. Had Frank told Shari that he was gay? Aw, crap, what the hell should she do?

  "Do you think he's telling him he's gay?"

  Marcie raised her head and looked into Shari's eyes.

  "You know?"

  "Frank told me last night.” Her eyes grew bleak. “He ... I, I figured out that he loved him.” Tears filled her eyes. “Oh, Marcie what will I do if Dave loves him back? I'll—"

  They both felt it. The floor reverberating to a slow, steady thumping.

  Marcie opened her arms and Shari fell into them. She wept quietly while Marcie patted her back.

  "Listen, just because Dave may love Frank doesn't mean he doesn't love you, too. Hon. There's no limits to the number of people you can love or how you can love them.” She laughed softly. “Hell, you should know better than that. Who's the poster child for alternate life styles?” She lifted Shari's chin. “If Dave loves Frank, you should love him, too. Hon, I've seen the way Dave looks at you. He adores you."

  Shari pulled away and sat on the couch. She grabbed one of the shabby sofa cushions and pressed it against her breasts, leaning her chin on top. She shook her head.

  "No. He adores fucking me. I told him everything and it seems I'm an answer to his prayers. He likes it best rough, too.” She laughed bitterly. “Now he doesn't have to go trolling at any sex clubs or get the phone number from someone he arrests. He's got me."

  "You're nuts. Do you think if it were only the sex that he'd take you up here to his grandparents’ getaway place? Sweetie, he could have anyone he wanted with a snap of his fingers. But he chose you. If he had had his way, it would have only been you and him up here. He wants more from you than just sex. He wants the whole package."

  "You think?"

  "Yeah, I think."

  "Marcie, I don't know that I can deal with seeing them coming out from the same room."

  Marcie picked up the clothes she'd lost and stood. She pulled her t-shirt down over her head and pulled on her jeans.

  "Get dressed. We'll go into the kitchen and you can put together one of your gourmet lunches."

  Shari grabbed her clothing and tossed them on. She took a deep, cleansing breath and squared her shoulders.

  "Let's get cooking."

  * * * *

  "Do you think they know what happened?” Dave lay on his back staring at the cracked ceiling, his cock, finally limp. And sticky. “I can't believe we—"

  "Yeah.” Frank's voice sounded dreamy. He turned on his side and looked at Dave. God, he was so beautiful. He shut his eyes and blessed a benevolent God for giving him this one moment with him.

  He wanted more.

  "Dave, I hope you don't regret what happened. I know you love Shari. Please, don't feel like you cheated on her. After all, you weren't with another woman.” He ran his fingers down Dave's chest. “It was just me."

  Dave looked at Frank's hand resting on his chest. My God, what that hand had done to him. Made him come. Made him groan. Made him happy.

  "I have to think."

  He got up and found his underwear. He looked at the skimpy blue material and clenched his hand before he pulled on the jock and opened the door.

  "I'm going to take a shower,” He announced and firmly closed the door behind him.

  Frank's favorite dream shriveled and died.

  * * * *

  Lunch was a quiet affair. Marcie finally gave up trying to lighten the mood after the third funny story.

  "Okay, that's it. Here's the skinny, gang. Remember that game we've been playing? Remember the rules? No recriminations—no matter what. I think it's great that you all finally revealed your secrets to each other. Let's just get past this. We still don't know when or if the plow is coming. I really don't want to spend my final days surrounded by silence and playing with my vibrator."

  Shari's lips twitched.

  "Ah, ah I see a smile. Wait, wait, Miss Shari is starting to smile. Hmm, maybe if I say the word ‘vibrator’ again, one of you strong, silent types may smile, too."

  She gazed at the two men.

  "Aha! Detective Harris, arrest this man for laughing at lame jokes. And while you're at, put yourself on report for cracking a smile while on duty."

  Dave leaned over the table and kissed Marcie's cheek. “Enough, woman. You made your point.” He turned to Shari and Frank. “I love you both.” He looked at Marcie. “I think I even love you.” He paused. “Maybe."

  She let loose a whoop of laughter. “Good enough for me. Now, behave, guys."

  "Yes, mama,” Frank said. “I'll be good ... but not too good."

  Shari chimed in a throaty, femme fatale impersonation. “After all, goodness is highly over-rated."

  * * * *

  "Aw, come on guys, one more game? I'm the only one who hasn't won yet. The odds are in my favor."

  Dave threw another log on the fire and shook his head. “It's pure chance which way the dreidle falls."

  "Aw, please? Look, if I don't wind up being the first one naked, I won't ask for another try. I promise. Hey, I probably won't win. It would be a miracle."

  "I don't think that's the kind of miracle that's granted,” Shari offered in all seriousness.

  "Well, there you go."

  Frank picked up the dreidle.

  "I'll spin first."

  * * * *

  Marcie gazed at the Hebrew letter engraved on the side of the top. A gimmel. Three pieces of clothing to take off. And then she'd be naked. She hadn't thought it was going to happen.

  She'd won.

  "It's miracle.” Shari's voice was hushed.

  Dave laughed. “Just luck."

  Marcie took off her thong, bra and fuzzy slippers and stood up.

  "I don't know what it was and I'm not going to try and guess.” She looked at Shari. “Girl, if you want, I have my vibrator with me in my purse in the bedroom. But sorry, hon. I want you and you.” She pointed to Dave and Frank still sitting on the floor by the fire.

  "Both of us?” Frank asked.

  Marcie nodded. “Winner's choice, remember. And Dave, we'll use your bedroom.” She laughed slyly. “You have more toys there. Well, what are you guys waiting for? Move it! I'll be with you in a minute."

  Dave and Frank scrambled to their feet. Marcie
took a second to admire their butts as they left the room.

  She sighed.

  "They are so fine."

  "Aren't they?” Shari paused. “I'm not mad. I've been thinking about what you said earlier and if Dave wants to be with Frank, too, I'll agree."

  Marcie hugged her.

  "Hell, sweetie, give yourself a chance. You might want to be with them both, too.” She grinned mischievously. “I'll break them in for you."

  Shari laughed.

  "You are so wicked. Where did you say your vibrator was?"

  "In my purse. See you in the morning."

  * * * *

  "I've never done a three-way with two guys,” Dave said. “Two women, yeah—and that was before Shari."

  "What? You think I have? Hey, just because I'm gay doesn't mean I'm not a middle-class Italian kid from Flatbush. I've never been with more than one guy at a time. And not that many, either. You kinda ruined me for any long-term relationships."

  "Well, excuse me. What about all those women you brought over?"

  "You can ask me that after this afternoon? They were shills. Good friends. An actress, once. A hag another time.” He shuddered. “God, she was awful. You remember Sonya? I almost had to get a restraining order. She followed me around for months after that Holiday party your folks threw three years ago. I finally got rid of her by telling her I'd sic the INS after her. Course, I'd never do that, but it did the trick. I should never have invited her, but I was desperate."

  Dave laughed. “Yeah, Sonya. She barely let you out of her sight all night. My mom liked her. My dad liked her Russian accent.” Dave grinned. “Didn't she have a mustache?"

  Frank fell laughing on to the bed. “Jerk. Just some excess upper lip fuzz.” He caught his breath, then started laughing again. “Hey, maybe she was a tranny."

  Dave collapsed next to him. “Stop, stop. Wouldn't that make her gay?"

  "Well, I'm happy to see you guys are having fun. I was afraid I'd find you on opposite sides of the room."

  Marcie strutted inside and closed the door.

  Frank and Dave stopped laughing.