by Lucian Bane
Her fear moved along his skin, like a real pressure. “We need to come up with something to tell him,” Ben said.
I know a Mr. Wong.
Ben paused at the caution in his tone. You should, he’s the man who performed the surgery.
I know that too.
He’s also Alice’s dad.
Yes…he mused, sounding confused. I know that too.
“Maybe just say you had a bout of paranoia?” She eyed him. “Do you think Mr. Wong knows? About…Frank?”
Does he, Frank?
He does.
Ben’s gut tightened. What all does he know?
I wish I knew. I’m thinking it’s…supposed to be known at a certain time.
Great. My son is in love with his daughter. He better not turn out to be dirty.
I know, I like Charlie and Alice. I don’t know about Mr. Wong. I only know I know something and will remember it.
Ben felt Cheryl’s gaze on his naked torso again. “I need the bathroom,” he said, when his dick jerked painfully.
“Oh!” she shot up and he eyed her hips in her fitted jeans. The burgundy top drooped at the front while hugging her waist. His gaze locked on her tits, wanting to see them again. What color bra did she have on?
Black.
He lowered his gaze to the floor. How the hell do you know that?
She touched us. I saw it.
Are you shitting me right now? Your gift works like that?
Yes. That’s why I don’t touch. I don’t know how my brain sees it, but it does.
Fucking wow. He looked back up, finding her eyes on his groin this time. God, her need to be fucked was so potent, he could sit there and watch her body language and orgasm he was sure.
“Are you hungry?” she hurried, fighting not to show how aroused she was.
“More than ever.”
She caught his double meaning and it seemed like he could hear her heart speed up. He closed his eyes, realizing something else. She was…wet.
“I’ll…get you something to eat.”
I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that!
Mean what?
When you heard her heartbeat, I picked up other things accidentally. I didn’t mean it!
Wow. That was one gift he might not mind having. Except that Frank was wielding it.
Right now, Ben wanted to tell her he wanted to eat her pussy. And by the way her heart spiked, you’d think she knew that.
She does! How does she? Frank worried.
“I’ll…go now. And get your dinner.”
He couldn’t stop staring at her, caught up in the wordless sex happening between them. Then his eyes landed on her ass in those jeans. He made a sexually pained noise and she turned at the door, sucking his cock with her knowing gaze.
When she left, Frank gasped and practically ran us into the bathroom.
“It hurts!” he strained, trying to lean over the toilet.
“Calm down,” Ben said when Frank fought to get their cock aimed down. “Move, Frank,” he scolded lightly, “let me do it.”
“Okay, Ben. Okay,” he gasped.
Ben closed his eyes and took a calming breath so his dick could soften enough to piss. In his mind he saw Frank standing with his hands raised in surrender, eyes closed and panting scared. Is it going to hurt? Why was it hurting?
Because we need an orgasm. The idea that Frank never had one made him pause. Ever have one of those?
Never had one, never needed one, he said, matter-of-factly.
That’s what he needed. He needed to fuck. That would fix his fear of a hard-on at least.
Can we have our shower and bath now? he wondered, seeming over his dick trauma already.
“Good idea,” Ben said, heading to the shower and turning the water on.
You like it hot? Because I like it warm, just right. Not hot and not cold. Just right.
“I like hot. But I’ll go just right for you, Frank.” He’d indebt him in exchange for just one orgasm.
Mr. Sargis
“One more capful,” Frank said, playing in the mountain of bubbles that grew in the tub.
“That’s it,” Ben said. “Time starts now.”
“And the door is locked,” he said, maybe just to hear it out loud.
“The door is locked.” Ben took a deep breath, relaxing while Frank had a blast with the two puppets he’d made of his hands now playing hide and seek at the bubble beach.
“Where are ye Mr. Sargis?” he cried in a pirate accent, his left hand bobbing up in down. “I can’t see you.”
“I’m over here, Captain Snappy. Are ye blind, matey?”
“Arg, I got a great bubble in me one wooden eye.”
“Ohhh no, Captain Snappy. Let me give you a lift.”
Ben grinned to himself as Frank gave his buddy a ride to the edge of the tub. They proceeded to sit side by side before both feared they’d get heat-stroked and dove back into the cool bubble paradise.
The knock on the bathroom door turned his playmates into tight fists at the bottom of the tub. “The door’s locked,” Ben reminded him.
“She won’t unlock it, will she?” he whispered.
“Be right out,” Ben called. “Just taking a bubble bath.” He had to grin at how she repeated it with mild confusion.
I have twenty-four minutes left, Frank informed him. I always know times. Like he knew Ben would ask.
“Be out in twenty-five minutes,” he called.
“Twenty-four,” he corrected in a whisper.
“I gave you an extra minute.”
“Twenty-four,” he insisted, making Ben roll his eyes.
“Fine, twenty-four.”
“Did you say something?” she called
“Oh, no. I was just talking to myself.”
“Okay. Food is hot and waiting.”
Hot and waiting. She meant more than the real food.
Stop that! Frank said to the cock jerk, bringing his puppets back to the surface, ready to play again.
Sorry. Sometimes I can’t help it.
He got his puppets all dressed in bubbles again. “It’s okay, Captain Snappy. We know you’re one prong shy a fork.”
“Wait a minute,” Ben laughed. “I’m Captain Snappy?”
“Well yeah, who else is here?”
“And you’re Mr. Sargis?”
“Of course!”
“Of course,” Ben grinned. “And who did you play with before me?”
“Nobody,” he said after a few seconds.
An absolute sadness filled Ben at his easy answer. He didn’t even know how lonely he was, but Ben felt it. In this case, his ignorance was bliss. And he’d leave it that way.
“Because you’re a good boy, aren’t you Frank?” Ben said in a deep voice, using his foot as a third puppet, making Frank’s excited laughter echo through the bathroom.
“Mr. Blowhole, is that you?” Frank played along.
“Why yes, it is Mr. Sargis.” He brought his other foot in now. “Me and Mrs. Balooga were just in the neighborhood. Ohhh, Mr. Sargis,” he said in a rickety lady voice. “Excuse my hair, my bubble rollers got eaten by those bastard killer krill.”
Frank’s laughter rang out and the feeling made Ben not care who heard. In those twenty-four minutes, Ben and Frank created Bubble Bottom world. It had a bubble gum store and a bubble amusement park full of bubble rides. They even had bubble submarines that took you to Bubble Bottom where you ate bubble burgers and drank freshly bubbled milk, frothed by none other than Mr. Bubbles himself.
Frank suddenly stood up. “We’re done,” he announced, letting Ben know that his time limits were no joke. A question for another time. And as fun as that was, Ben was ready to see his wife. And then his son. He needed to thank him and Alice too. If it wasn’t for them, he wouldn’t be alive maybe. Or his wife.
Wrapping in a towel, Ben carefully checked that his wife had vacated the room before Frank ran them to the closet and shut them in.
“Why are you laughing?�
� Frank panted, not letting go of the door.
“Because you’re funny,” Ben snickered on. “How are you going to dress if you don’t let go of the doorknob?”
“I’m feeling where she is.”
“Are you serious?”
“Shhh!”
“Feeling or hearing?” Ben whispered.
“I can feel if big mouths aren’t distracting me.”
Ben held his mouth shut and Frank let go of a breath. “She’s on the north side of the house, first floor, but on the move. Hurry!”
“Wow, that’s pretty cool. You need to teach me that trick one day.”
“I don’t think it can be taught like that, Benji.”
Ben paused. “Where did you hear that name?”
“In your head. Where else would I hear it?”
“You’re asking that when you can touch things and know shit?”
“You said where did I hear it, not where did I learn it. Touching and knowing is a different kind of gift.”
Interesting. “You hear all my thoughts?”
“Only the ones you don’t hide.”
“How would I hide a thought?”
“By not wanting it known,” he said, again like that should be obvious.
“That’s it? I just have to not want you to know?”
“Your mind has natural blockers that are created by emotions. Fear is our most powerful blocker.”
Can you hear me now?
Yep. She’s coming!
Ben hurried for Frank’s sake, unable to keep from finding it funny. By the time they exited the closet, she was knocking on the door.
Go easy with the marriage things, Frank said as Ben raced to open it. That he seemed at least willing to try made Ben happy.
“Hey,” she smiled, entering.
Raisins and bologna.
“Hi,” he said, immediately getting sucked into her gaze and that earlier sexual conversation they’d had. She walked in and they both stood there like two awkward teenagers. Ben shut the door resisting the need to lock it then remembered the food.
“Was going to eat,” he said.
She spun to the small table next to the bed where she’d set the tray. “It’s probably ice-cold,” she complained sweetly. “Why don’t you lay down and I’ll feed you,” she suggested.
Their combined appetites almost sent them running to the bed and getting in position.
She stood next to them, smiling.
“What?”
“Just…you seem…so…”
“Non-psychopathic?”
She let out a burst of laughter and sat, nodding as she pulled the table closer. “Yes. That.”
Her pain sliced his chest open and Ben reached out and stroked her face with a finger.
I need to kiss her.
No, please. Let’s eat, I’m starving.
Ben pulled his hand back and glanced at the food.
She turned to it and opened the lid. He fought with Frank over use of their eyes, wanting to watch her while he wanted to see what was for supper.
I can’t eat those beans, Frank said. And I can’t have that kind of bread.
Ben focused on what he was saying, remembering his plan to indebt him. Damn. I really like those beans. And that bread. “I don’t really want those beans right now. Or that bread. But I would like everything else.”
She paused, glancing at the plate. “Okay. Let me know whatever you’re hungry for and I’ll fix it.”
Ask her to move it off the other food.
Really?
It’ll get on the other food. It makes me retch.
Like literally?
What other kind of retch is there?
“I can do it if you don’t mind.” He reached for the plate. You see that, Frank? You upset her. She wanted to feed me.
I don’t mind her feeding you, he swore in defense. Why didn’t you make her move the food?
Because she’s going to know something’s not right. I don’t act like that.
Frank was quiet as Ben began eating. Two seconds in and both forgot all about feelings other than satisfying their appetite.
“Wow, you were hungry!” Cheryl said when he handed her an empty plate.
No, you’re not licking the plate, Ben said, forcing Frank to release it. She’ll definitely know something’s off. I don’t lick plates.
Can we have more?
“Would you like more?”
In a minute, Ben begged him when it felt like he was going to blurt his yes!
What are you going to do?
Talk to her? Can you handle that?
Not the kind of talking you did earlier though, he kind of beg/warned.
After Cheryl put the plate down, she launched on him, her mouth on his.
Even as Ben moaned and fought to taste the deepest part of her mouth, Frank got in his “Help!” which of course put an immediate three feet between them.
Help?
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I shouldn’t have…”
Ben couldn’t even look at her, but he saw her fighting to appear like his rejection hadn’t come as a blade in her chest. That hurt her, Ben said, holding his jaw tight.
I’m sorry, Ben. I was going to try hard, but she attacked us.
Can I try? Ben begged.
What if she attacks us again?
I won’t let her.
Are you sure?
“How about I go get you some dessert?” she asked, with a bright smile. “I made a fresh apple pie. You like that right?”
“I love it.”
I don’t really like apples, Frank said.
“But not now,” Ben said. “Lay with me.”
Lay with you?
Try to trust me, Frank.
“Okay. Now?”
“Yes,” Ben said. “If you want.”
“I do want to. Very much.”
Ben lay on the bed and she climbed in next to him.
It’s doing it again, Frank warned when his dick began to grow.
It’s normal. Just don’t panic.
I’m trying.
Cheryl lay on her back in the middle of the bed and Ben reclined next to her, elevated on his elbow. “I just want to look at you,” he whispered, sliding his finger along her face.
I thought you wanted to kiss her?
I do, Frank. But I’m going slow for you.
Why is our thing doing that still?
It’s normal. Stop focusing on that. Think about…our bubble town.
Ben slid his thumb over her brows then along the bridge of her nose. He moved to the silk of her lips next.
Ben that was…that was a big one, Frank said, like he measured the impact of his arousal on some cock Richter scale.
Your safe, Frank. I wouldn’t let you get hurt.
She parted her lips when he touched the tips of his fingers along the seam. He watched in rapture as she closed her eyes and kissed each one.
It’s hurting again, Ben.
Her tongue licked the tip of his middle finger and Ben couldn’t stop Frank’s painful hiss.
“Did I hurt you?” she worried.
“No,” Ben hurried. “No, God no. I’m…”
I think we need the bathroom, Ben.
It’s not the bathroom. He lowered to her forehead and pressed his lips against the skin.
You’re kissing her?
Yes, I’m kissing her.
I’m not looking.
You don’t need to.
I can still see it, Ben, he complained.
Just…please. For me, Frank, let me have just one kiss.
Her hands captured his face and pulled him to her lips.
Don’t fight it, Frank, please! God, I missed this.
I don’t like this, Ben.
“Ben,” she gasped, her tongue playing along his. “I need you.”
You kissed her. I let you.
Ben pulled up and rolled away, sitting at the edge of the bed.
“What…I’m sorry, did I…”
“No, you didn’t do anything.” He reached behind him, and she grabbed his hand and held it. “You didn’t do anything.”
“What’s wrong?” she whispered, suddenly at his ear, hand stroking in his hair. “Hey…you can tell me anything, you know that right?”
Don’t tell her, Ben. Please don’t.
“I know I can. Thank you. Maybe that pie would be nice.”
“Okay,” she said, kissing along his neck. “Then…maybe I can…make you feel good?”
His eyes rolled in his head.
What does she mean by that?
“Maybe so, yes.”
“Or not,” she hurried. “I mean…if you’re tired. I definitely understand.”
He watched as she climbed off the bed and stood, smiling at him. “I’ll be right back with that pie.” She gave a bigger smile somehow. “Milk too?”
I like milk.
“A big glass please.”
“You got it.”
She hesitated then hurried out. The second she was gone, Ben fell onto the bed on his back.
What’s wrong?
Nothing.
No, there’s something wrong.
How very perceptive, Frank.
What did I do? I let you kiss her.
I want more than a damn kiss, Frank. She’s my wife. I need…more.
When I remember stuff... I can help, he reminded.
The worry in his tone made Ben feel worse. “I’m not going to do anything with her. I’ll wait. Like I said I would.”
Are we…still gonna have pie?
Yes, we’ll have pie. But…you’ll have to let me have an orgasm.
But you just said…
Not with her.
With who?
Myself.
There was a brief pause before he said, Ohhhh. That’s called masturbation.
Yes. It’s called masturbation. Where did you learn that?
In your head just now when I asked with who. You said yourself and you gave pictures with it.
Hmm. Well? Will you let me at least do that?
As long as I don’t have to be touched by anybody. I think it’s okay.
Ben hoped at least.
Frank’s First Big O
After pie and a very painful third rejection, Ben asked Cheryl if she minded sleeping separately until he was sure he was okay. Now it was just Ben and Frank laying in the bed and Ben trying to figure out how to have his orgasm.
“What are you doing?” Frank asked when Ben went to the door.
