Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Shopping Trip ❯ Shock and Awe ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

By: Tlynn

Chapter 2 - Shock and Awe

Ah, yes, ah, yes. Here you can look at the lemon but still no touch.

When Ryo actually squealed his name like that Dee couldn't help himself. Dee backed a few steps away from his frozen partner and leaned against the wall, laughing so hard he almost fell down. “Oh-my-dear-lord!” Dee said to himself . Ryo's reaction was even more classic than he had dared hope for. Dee suddenly wished he had actually bought that camera phone he had been looking at the other day. He would have given anything to be able to freeze this image for all posterity.

Dee knew that if he didn't want to lose the light of his life right then and there that he had to stop laughing and go to Ryo. Dee needed to put his arm, both arms, around his stricken lover. Dee needed to talk to Ryo softly and reassure him. But Dee still needed a couple of more seconds to catch his breath first.

When Dee went back to Ryo, Dee stood behind him and wrapped both of his arms tightly around his lover's chest. “He didn't flinch,” Dee thought to himself, “I can't be in too much trouble.” Then suddenly Dee got really worried, “Oh SHIT, did I send him into shock?” Ryo was standing very still and his eyes were dilated, but Dee, a seasoned policeman was able to do a quick assessment, “No, pulse is elevated but regular; breathing is normal if just a tad shallow; if anything his skin is on the warm side, not cold or clammy.” Dee relaxed, but just a little, “Good, it's not going to kill him (serious twinge of guilt) but if I can't get him to take a deep breath he still might pass out on me.” Out loud he said, very softly, “Ryo, sweetheart, come on now, you need to breathe.” Getting no immediate response he pulled Ryo even closer into his own chest, speaking now directly into Ryo's ear. “Come on now sweetheart, close your mouth and then take a deep breath.”

Ryo obeyed; closing his mouth, taking a few swallows before taking a deep if unsteady breath. “I…” Ryo barely got out, “I'm … okay”. Ryo took another deep breath and added in a still weak voice “Really, I'm okay. It's just this….,” his hands vaguely indicated the window in front of them.

And what a display window it was, a work of art in and of itself, in its own sick way.

In some of the pretty little boxes were things that looked like they belonged in such an opulent setting. One violet tinted silver box had some rather fancy little bottles of lotions, gels, and oils and some intricate tins of dusting powders. An emerald tinted gold box had a powder applicator made out of some kind of rich exotic feathers. An almost midnight blue box with just a hint of bronze held some sets of body paints and an assortment of really wonderful looking soft bushy paint brushes.

But those selections were far outnumbered by the other kind. There were the normal sex shop wares - anal plugs, cock rings, anal beads and other toys and enhancers. Then there was a wide selection of restraints ranging from soft cording to standard issue cuffs and cuffs with furry padding to what looked very much like an old fashioned leg iron.

The most shocking thing was that there was leather everywhere, all of it ranging from the kinky to just nasty looking, nasty enough to shock two New York City homicide detectives. There were leather wrist cuffs, leather ankle cuffs, leather belts, complete leather harnesses, to a collar with sharp looking spikes turned inward instead of out. There were also riding crops of various girths and lengths, and other whips of various sizes and shapes. In one teal box there was what looked to be a small, metal studded leather paddle. Then, there in the box closest to Ryo's feet, was a very thick, very long, sensuously coiled bullwhip with a really large phallus as a handle.

“It's just that I thought that we were going to…” Ryo tried to continue but really didn't make it. “I thought maybe there was, like, china or crystal or…” Ryo took another deep breath and seemed to be starting to get himself under better control. “Sorry,” Ryo said.

“Silly, I'm sorry.” Dee said, playfully rapping Ryo's head with his own. “I am the one who's sorry. I really didn't mean this as a prank or a joke or a shock.” Dee shrugged his shoulders, “It's just that I found this place a year or so ago and have been wanting to come here myself. But I didn't feel up to it at the time,” Dee tried to explain. “Then I started wanting to bring you here, fantasizing of shopping here with you. And then some of those nights, when we, when I was still alone and I would, and you know, be um comforting myself … at night, by myself and I couldn't help thinking of you - and then there was this place and well sometimes, ah, what I would start thinking, you know, the shopping here together thing and, well, when I would think of what we could buy, well the imagining would get kind of, you know, not kinky maybe but maybe a bit naughty. And now that we really are, that you are, you know and you keep getting more comfortable every day and stuff…”

When Dee's quickly unraveling attempt at an explanation finally ran out of steam Ryo couldn't catch himself in time to stifle a little giggle. Dee almost started to pout until he reminded himself that a giggling-at-him Ryo was much better than a turned-to-stone Ryo. Dee decided to forget the excuses and just go back to the plan. “Really, Ryo, I just thought that they might have some hard to find lotions,” Dee pointed at the violet box, “like those, see? Something kind of special for our anniversary night,” and Dee risked illustrating his point giving Ryo's ass the slightest grind with his hips.

Dee was rewarded for his effort when he felt a sexy little thrill go up and then down his lover's spine.

“Okay, Dee,” Ryo said. “Really it is okay,” the raspy-ness was back in Ryo's voice. “It is okay. And we might even be able to go in but only if you do one thing.”

“Really,” Dee perked up immediately, all the guilt and excuses and everything else forgotten. “What?” Dee asked, “What one thing?”

“Admit you brought me here, at least in part, for the shock value.” When Dee didn't respond right away, Ryo continued. “Come on Dee, admit it. A little, at least just a very little bit of your plan was that you wanted to bring me here and freak me out as a kind of a payback for all those nights you had to jerk yourself off all alone.”

Dee crumpled into his lover and buried his face into Ryo's neck. “Yes, of course it was, at least a little. Maybe more than a little,” came the muffled reply. Dee started to lick and nip at the spot below Ryo's ear where it was oh so sensitive. “Will you forgive me?” was slurred by the fact Dee didn't want to stop his ministrations.

“Damn it all, Dee, stop that.” Ryo hunched his shoulder to try to get Dee to stop teasing him like that, but Ryo didn't pull away but rather started pressing back into Dee. “Okay, okay, okay!” Ryo was now resorting to swatting at the top of Dee's head with his hand. “Damn it Dee. Stop. Okay, I forgive you; we can go in the store but only if you stop.”

The inside of the store continued the incongruity of the window display. Rich maroon walls held built-in shelving on the two sides that were tastefully whitewashed. The walls were topped by intricate crown molding that bordered the high tin ceiling, the detail of both picked out with gold leaf. Across the back of the store was a lofted office space with a curtained area below. Soft romantic jazz played on the sound system.

Then, between each section of shelving, were little brass hooks and from each of these hooks hung a different combination of leather, chain, vinyl, studs, and buckles - some of which were blatant in their uses, others of which Ryo wasn't sure he even wanted to try to decipher.

“Hello, hello, welcome!” boomed an exuberant voice from behind the front counter. Dee and Ryo turned to see two middle-aged men who were obviously the proprietors. The man who had spoken was tall and thin and seemed to be just barely containing the urge to jump up and down in excitement. The other man, in contrast, was short and stocky and slouched over the front case, looking for all the world like he would rather be anywhere else.

“Welcome!” the tall one said again, this time actually bouncing as he said it. “But oh my goodness, I wasn't sure you were going to make it all the way in!” Ryo blushed at the realization that their little drama outside had obviously been seen. He seemed to try to shrink under Dee's protective arm that was back around his shoulders.

“Oh, it's okay, sweetie!” the tall man continued, “We see the same sort of thing all the time! Don't we, Ted”. The shorter man gave a snort that must have been assent because the tall man continued. “I was just afraid that we would need to grab the smelling salts! Or at least brew you a good strong cup of tea!” Suddenly leaning towards Ryo the tall man asked Ryo in a stage whisper, “Would you like a cup of tea, sweetie? The water is hot.” Ryo shook his head against Dee's shoulder.

Dee tried to keep a chuckle out of his voice, “We were interested in some of the lotions you had in the window.”

“Oh, Yes, Delicious!” The tall man started bouncing again. “They are over there on the right just past that red leather thingamabob,” he pointed. “Now, we are William and Theodore Harmon-Smyth and we are the humble owners of Sin-Tit-Elations, the Village's most intimate sex shoppe,” he pronounced the “e” at the end of “shop”. “I'm Bill.”

“Ted,” the shorter man finally spoke, unnecessarily.

“Any questions, or if you need help finding anything, just give a holler!” Bill said with one last bounce as Dee and Ryo started to move away to the section indicated.

Once the customers were out of earshot, Ted said to Bill in an undertone, “it is always the quiet ones that become our best customers.”

Over at the lotion area Dee and Ryo stood next to each other, overwhelmed by their choices. Five full shelves were lined with rows of different colored bottles, each row with an open bottle in front that had a sticker on it saying “O, Pleasetry Me!” All and all, this section almost looked like a regular display in an upscale department store, or rather it would have if it wasn't for the fact that the plastic gag from the harness hanging next to them didn't insist on dangling right in the middle of the array.

After Dee had tried to nonchalantly bat the offending object away a few times Ryo finally reached up, took the gag and tucked it into the rest of its ensemble. “We won't be needing that,” Ryo commented.

“No,” agreed Dee without any regret in his voice. He was just so glad that Ryo had calmed down.

“After all,” Ryo continued, “you really like listening to me when we fuck.” Dee's head snapped towards his lover, Ryo was looking at the lotions again with a little grin on his face. “What, like it's a secret? You're always egging me on,” Ryo turned towards Dee and placed his arm in Dee's open coat, resting his wrist on Dee's hip so that the tops of his own long fingers could just brush the top of a buttock. “What, am I wrong? Does `scream it, baby,' mean something else?”

When Dee blushed but couldn't say anything, it was Ryo's turn to giggle. Putting both arms around Dee's waist, Ryo pulled Dee to him so he could kiss one of Dee's bushy eye brows which had shot up to Dee's hairline in his surprise. “Come on, Dee, if we can't talk about this stuff in here,” Ryo nodded to the store in general, “where can we?”

“No, no, it's great!” Dee said turning towards Ryo and also putting his arms around Ryo's waist. “It's great. It's just, you know, since we haven't had many chances to talk about it, I still don't always know how comfortable you'll be with it. Actually talking about what we do in bed, I mean.”

“Well, no, most places I'm not comfortable talking about this, out loud and all,” Ryo agreed. “At home there is always Bikky. Even at a gay bar or something, I mean, it's our business, no one else's. I guess the only other place it's really comfortable is our bedroom,” Ryo blushed a little bit, “and when we are there, well, I'd rather DO stuff, than, you know, just talk about it.”

Dee couldn't take it anymore. He pulled Ryo to him and gave Ryo a hard, passion-filled kiss. Ryo, for his part, pulled himself into Dee's embrace while letting his one hand stray down to cup Dee's ass. When Dee finally had to come up for air he whispered, “Damn it, man, are you ever going to stop surprising me?”

“God, I hope not!” was Ryo's reply. He gave Dee's lip one last playful nip. “Come on,” Ryo nodded towards the shelves, “let's do some shopping.”

Ryo was disappointed when some of the prettiest bottles contained rather ordinary stuff, just the same as what they got from the drug store. But the other bottles all seemed to hold something different. As practical as ever, Ryo suggested they start in the upper right corner and work their way down. Some had beautiful or musky fragrances, though the one that Ryo liked best made Dee sneeze. Some gels were super sticky while many of the oils were so slick that Ryo couldn't feel his thumb when he rubbed his fingers against it. Ryo vetoed those, saying something about a little friction being good that made Dee nibble his neck again.

Many warmed on skin contact while a few cooled. A couple even seemed to have a slight grit to them that made Dee wary but because it had Ryo so intrigued he decided they could try one. Finally they ended up with a selection of three lotions, one gel, one bottle of massage oil that they agreed wouldn't be used for lube, and a little tin of sweet tasting dusting powder that came with its own feather applicator.

They were just gathering up their selections when Ryo jumped at a voice behind them. “If I could make a suggestion,” said Bill, “sorry to make you jump, sweetie, but if you are interested in trying some of the gritty stuff you might want to start with the purple bottle there.”

“That one didn't feel like much of anything,” Dee looked to where the owner was pointing.

“Oh, it's a deceptive little concoction to be sure. Here give me your hands,” Bill said pulling something out of his back pocket. They were wet wipes, “first of all, it doesn't work well if you have any other products on, especially oils.” Bill then took the hands that Dee and Ryo offered him and turned them palm up before cleaning them off with the wipe, “secondly, because it is subtle, you have to try it on sensitive skin.” Saying this, Bill reached down the purple bottle and poured a generous dollop into the center of Ryo's palm before replacing the bottle. “And lastly,” Bill explained taking Dee's hand and pressing into Ryo's, “and most deliciously, it works best when rubbed between two different bits of sensitive skin,” and Bill demonstrated this by taking Ryo and Dee's clasped hands in his own and rubbing them together.

“That's, um, that's nice,” said Ryo staring down at where their hands where being pressed together.

“Yeah, sold,” said Dee as Bill took his hands away from theirs. Dee reluctantly let go of Ryo's hand as Bill offered him a second wet wipe.

“Now, as you have accepted my intrusion so far, I was wondering if you would let me pry a little more. You see,” Bill continued without waiting for permission, “my partner and I have been running this store for quite a while now, and, well, we've learned a thing or two about our customers. Especially the newbies, like the two of you. We're guessing that neither of you have been in a serious gay sex shop before.” Ryo nodded while looking at Dee. Dee for his part gave some sort of noncommittal bob of his head. “Well, at least not often or not with someone you were seriously in love with,” Bill expanded and Dee had no problem agreeing to that.

“As we thought, Teddy is never wrong; just don't let him know I said that. The two of us have found through the years that people like yourselves that are drawn into our store despite all the nasty things we put in our window, or rather because those nasty things are there in a nice way and with all the more normal stuff, well you are here because you're just a tad bit curious about the spicy stuff but not at all sure what to do about it.” Bill ignored the blushes on both customers' faces, though he noticed they looked away from each other. “While we have many good books on the subject,” Bill pointed to a section closer to the door, “we found that some couples, some individuals really appreciate the chance to talk one on one with someone they can relate to.”

“Now, Dee,” Bill addressed him directly, “why don't you give me and your precious little, is it Ri-o?”

“Ryo,” Dee corrected wondering how he knew their names.

“Ryo, oh how lovely, is it Japanese?” Ryo nodded to Bill's question, “Oh, lovely, I see it now, yes beautiful. Well Dee, why don't you give me and Ryo here a little space by going and talking with Ted. Go on,” Bill urged, “believe me, I won't bite or even try to bite. After all, the two of us are not only completely in love with our own lovers, but we are both obviously `bottoms'. Ukes unite! The most I will do is serve him the tea I was threatening him with earlier. You just go and have a nice `top' to `top' chat with Ted.”

“It's okay, Dee” Ryo said to Dee's questioning look. “I do kind of want to talk to Bill. Go see what Ted has to say if you want. Or you could just look around.”

Hesitantly Dee turned away and started walking towards the front counter but not without looking back over his shoulder every few steps.

“My, but he is a possessive one,” Bill commented once Dee was finally far enough away to not overhear.

“Yeah,” Ryo agreed.

“Kind of nice, isn't it? Being possessed like that,” Bill now turned to Ryo.

“Yeah,” Ryo agreed while blushing yet again.

_____End Chapter 2_____

To be deliciously continued………