Fan Fiction ❯ Bisexual Bordello ❯ Chapter 3

Caribbean opened the polished wood door before him and led Rick into a plush, cozy bedroom.  A large, inviting-looking double bed was positioned in the center of the right wall, the headboard tucked snugly against the wall and the foot of the bed settled near the center of the room.  A large, antique-looking bureau and dresser set stood along the left wall and matching end tables were situated on either side of the bed along the wall.  

Rick gaped as he stepped inside.  "It's warm…nice."

Caribbean smiled.  "Not what you were expecting?"  

The businessman reddened slightly.  "To tell you the truth, I don't know what to expect any more.  I only set this night up in the first place because the rumor mill was saying that my boss seemingly wanted to see me with a girl at our company party this time - he's all big on appearances, doesn't want anyone to seem like the odd duck out.  I've never been to a…uh…" He stopped, not wanting to sound crude and insult him as he had Serenity.

"Cat house? Bordello? Brothel?" Caribbean supplied.

Rick blushed again.  "Er, yes," he stammered.  "I…my wife died many years ago and I just never really considered anyone else.  And I…well…I've never been with a man, even before her."  He twisted his hands nervously, wondering vaguely if perhaps this wasn't the best idea after all.  

Caribbean noted his nervousness and grasped the twisting hands in his own.  "Well, I'm certainly not here to make you uncomfortable," he said soothingly.  "Why don't you sit on the bed and make yourself comfortable?  Would you like some coffee or hot tea?"

"Tea, if you have it, thanks," Rick replied.  

The young man opened the bureau to reveal formica-topped shelves and an assortment of teas and coffees, as well as two coffee cups and a coffee pot already filled with water.  He turned the coffee pot on to heat the water and selected two tea bags from the assortment.  After opening the tea bags and setting them in the cups next to the coffee pot, he walked to the far wall.  He opened a closet door that so closely matched the room that it was nearly invisible and withdrew a rich, plush robe.  He opened a similar door next to the closet and revealed a large bathroom.  "I'll be right back out," he said as he disappeared through the door.

Rick released a long breath as the bathroom door closed.  He slipped off his shoes and swung his feet up onto the bed, then reclined back against the pillows.  As much as he felt that he should hate the thought, the bed was rather comfortable and he found himself easing deeper into the pillow and blankets.  He was feeling drowsy and he blinked sleepily against the soft fabric of the pillowcase.  

Just then the bathroom door opened again and Caribbean stepped out, dressed in the rich maroon robe. He moved easily to the bed and sat down beside Rick.  

"Tired?" he inquired.  

"Very," Rick replied.  "I can't remember the last time I've had this stressful of a night."

"Do you mind if I give a shot at releasing some of that stress?" Caribbean asked.  "I've been told that I do wonderful things with my hands."  He grinned at the man lying on the bed beside him.

"O-okay," Rick replied hesitantly.  He blushed terribly.  "What…what do you want me to do?"

"All you have to do is take off your jacket and shirt, and roll over on your stomach," Caribbean replied.  

Rick nodded; he nervously loosened the tie around his neck and untied it.  He fumbled with the buttons on his jacket and shirt, but managed to get those off as well.  He handed them to Caribbean, who draped them over the foot of the bed.  Rick hesitated for a moment, then set his glasses on the bedside table and rolled over onto his stomach.

The young blonde smiled at the older man's nervousness and opened a drawer in the bedside table.  He withdrew a small vial of oil and poured some into the palm of his hand, then recapped the bottle and set it on the table.  He rubbed the oil between his hands to heat it, and then set his hands to the older man's shoulders.

The shoulders jumped slightly at his touch but quickly relaxed into the bed once again.  Caribbean began to move his hands over the firm muscles and toned flesh he found on the man's back.  "Wow, I'll say you're stressed!" he commented.  

A muffled sigh came from the pillow that Rick had the side of his face pressed into.  "Nnhh," he mumbled.

Caribbean smiled.  "Enjoying that, are you?" he asked.  He began to move slowly downward as the muscles loosened under his hands.  

"Nnn," Rick agreed.  "Yes..."

Caribbean worked over the muscles in Rick's shoulders for a few minutes more, then started down onto the center of his back.  Rick found the motion to be incredibly soothing; he eased himself more into the plush bed and closed his eyes.  He focused on taking in the sensations of the warm, oily fingers moving over his back.  It's been so long, Rick thought inwardly.  I could really get to enjoy this.  His thoughts trailed off into a sleepy vagueness as Caribbean continued to massage his back.  

Rick opened his eyes slowly at the sound of Caribbean's honey-sweet voice in his ear.  "Would you like me to rub your other side down as well?" he asked.

Rick nodded sleepily and rolled over onto his back.  The sudden change from the warm bed sheets to the cooler air startled the skin on his chest a bit, but it was quickly replaced with warmth again as Caribbean's hands found his shoulders and began to move with equal grace and tenderness as they had over his back.  He watched Caribbean through his hazy vision - the golden locks of hair blended into the slightly tanned flesh of his face, and his bright blue eyes shone in the center of white as they followed the contour's of Rick's chest.  The man really was quite lovely, Rick decided.  He let his eyes trail down Caribbean's chin line and along his collarbone to the neckline of the rich maroon robe.  He noticed that the robe had fallen open a bit across the chest and revealed lean but firm pectoral muscles.  He reached one of his hands up lazily and trailed his fingers across the exposed flesh.

Caribbean was surprised by the tender gesture, but he didn't let it come out on his face.  Instead, he rolled his shoulders subtly to let the front of his robe fall open further for Rick's exploring fingers.  He smoothed his hands gently across Rick's chest in a silent invite to probe further.  

Rick reached his other hand up and brushed a stray lock of hair of Caribbean's forehead.  "You certainly are lovely," Rick murmured.  "Your eyes are so blue..."

Caribbean smiled.  "It's how I got my name," he said.  "Lady Aphrodite says they're the color of the Caribbean Sea."

Rick pulled Caribbean down closer to him.  "Mmm," he mumbled, "and you're warm like the Caribbean too."  He ran his hands around the inside of Caribbean's robe and circled his arms around the younger man's waist.  Rick drew him down next to him in the bed and began to lay soft, gentle kisses across Caribbean's exposed throat and chest.

Caribbean smiled invitingly.  And here I thought I was going to be disappointed, he thought.  How could I get so lucky that he's handsome and interested?  He let himself slide into a comfortable position facing Rick and smoothly undid the belt of his robe.  

Rick felt the waist of his pants starting to suddenly get tighter, so he reached down and fumbled with his belt until the clasp came undone.  He quickly pulled the belt off and tossed it aside, then undid the clasp of his pants.  Then he hesitated and looked down toward the sheets.

Caribbean looked at him with genuine concern.  "What's wrong?" he asked.

"It...it's been a while," Rick said.  "I'm...I'm not even sure that I'm capable anymore..."

Caribbean leaned over and lightly nipped at Rick's chin.  At the same time, he reached a hand down into Rick's pants and took a handful of flesh in his palm.  The slight gasp and the stirring in the flesh in his hand let him know that he got the reaction he wanted.  Caribbean smiled.  "Seems to work fine to me," he whispered in Rick's ear.

Rick exhaled heavily and moved closer to Caribbean.  "That's good to know," he murmured.  He resumed his tiny kisses on Caribbean's chest, then moved on to lave the younger man's round nipples with his tongue.  The sensitive flesh contracted into hardened nubs under his attention, and he playfully nipped and licked at them.  Caribbean gasped underneath him at the sensations and Rick smiled.

The older man quickly slid his designer pants off his legs and tossed them onto the floor; silk boxer shorts quickly followed.  Caribbean rolled slightly and reached into the drawer beside the bed.  He fished out two small, flat packages and opened them.  

"Here," he said.  He handed one of the condoms to Rick.  "Best on the market."  

Rick smiled sexily and reached over to take the condom from Caribbean's hand.  He gave him a quick nip on the shoulder then sat back and slid the thin, snug sheath over his hardening erection.  He looked up at the younger man and saw that Caribbean had likewise prepared himself.

Rick lay down again and pulled the thick, warm blanket up over the two of them.  His cheeks pinked slightly as he ran his hand along Caribbean's hip.  "You're going to have to help me out with this," he said quickly.  "I'm not exactly experienced." His hand moved from Caribbean's hip up to rub the back of his own neck.  

"Not a problem," Caribbean said soothingly.  He rolled onto his stomach, edged himself underneath Rick and spread his legs wide.  "You've got a more than willing teacher."  

Rick eased himself down between Caribbean's legs.  He stroked his latex-sheathed member along the cleft of Caribbean's smooth buttocks and found the tight ring of muscle.  He started to seat himself and then stopped.  "I...I don't want this to hurt you," he said hesitantly.

Caribbean smiled up at him.  "It's all right," he said reassuringly.  "I'm relaxed, and these condoms are lubricated.  You don't need to prep me at all unless you want to - you should be able to slide in easily."

Rick let out a quick puff of breath in an attempt to relax and then pushed carefully into Caribbean.  He gasped and then groaned at the sensation the tight muscles were causing in his engorged flesh.  Underneath him, Caribbean groaned in pleasure and rolled his hips upward, urging Rick to push deeper.  Rick complied and followed the rolling motion of Caribbean's hips.  

He lost himself in the smooth, rhythmic motion for a few moments.  The soft sighs and small moans of pleasure from Caribbean melted together with his own groans and heavy breathing to create a kind of pulsing, echoing symphony in his ears; the rocking motion lulled him into a state of dreamy enjoyment.  Suddenly, he felt the muscles in his thighs and abdomen start to stiffen; the rest of his body soon followed and he gasped through his climax.  His body settled into a light tremble, and he let himself slip down onto the sheets next to Caribbean.  He lay there gasping for a moment, while Caribbean gently nuzzled his shoulder and neck.  His glazed eyes wandered around the room and he noticed the lined garbage can under the bedside table.  He absently removed the spent condom and tossed it into the garbage can, then rolled over onto his stomach next to Caribbean.

"That was incredible," he finally said.

"You were incredible," Caribbean affirmed.  "And you claim no experience."  He playfully poked Rick in the ribs.

"Mmm, I think I'd remember having done something like that before," Rick replied.  He glanced over Caribbean's lean body and noticed that the younger man was still hard.  "So, is it my turn then?" he asked.

Caribbean raised his eyebrows.  "If you'd like," he said.

 

Rick smiled warmly.  "Only fair," he said.  A teasing note in his voice told Caribbean that fairness wasn't the foremost thing on his mind.  "Besides," Rick continued, "I have a feeling I'm going to sleep well tonight - might as well get the most of my night while I'm at it."  He reached over and ruffled Caribbean's golden hair lightly.

 

Caribbean laughingly pounced on Rick and tangled the two of them in the blankets.  "Sounds good to me," he said.

 

~ * ~ * ~ * ~

 

Serenity was sitting in the drawing room with a few others drinking coffee when Caribbean and Rick walked in the next morning. She glanced at them with surprise, but said nothing.

 

"Is Lady Aphrodite on her morning rounds?" Caribbean asked. "I want to let her know I'm taking one of the cars out to drive Rick home."

 

A red-head sitting next to Serenity nodded. "She just walked through here a few minutes ago," he said. "I think she put Venus back up at the front desk again."

 

"Thanks, Fox," Caribbean said. He waved at the others in the room, and he and Rick exited though the far door.

 

Serenity waited until the two men were out of ear shot and then glanced down the hall after them. "Well, he doesn't seem that much worse for wear this morning," she commented. "I'm surprised he got any sleep at all, being in the same room as Caribbean."

 

Fox grinned and nudged her with his elbow. "Heh, they both probably slept like rocks last night," he said. "You should have heard the two of them - there are times when I truly enjoy having a room right next to Caribbean." He winked at the brunette.

 

Serenity turned red to the roots of her hair. "You're shitting me," she muttered. Then she squeezed her eyes shut and scrubbed her hands though her hair. "ARGH!" she shouted. "And now I've got a mental image! Argh! Someone give me something to scrub my brain with."

 

"You're the one who started it, Serenity," Tyger said. She grinned across the table at the petite woman. "Besides," she continued. "I rather like the mental image myself - Caribbean's got himself one fine catch."

 

"Gah!" Serenity exclaimed. She jumped up from where she was sitting. "Excuse me while I go drown myself in the fountain now! Argh!" She shook her head as she left the room.

 

Near the front of the mansion, Caribbean and Rick ran into Aphrodite. She looked up as the two of them approached.

 

"Good morning, Gentlemen!" she said. "You had a good night, I presume?"

 

"Yes, very good," Caribbean replied. Rick blushed slightly. "I was just looking for you. I'm going to drive Rick home so that he doesn't have to call a cab, so I wanted to let you know that I'd be taking one of the cars out."

 

Aphrodite reached into her pocket and withdrew a keychain with a large key attached to it. "It snowed last night, and the plows haven't gone through yet," she said. "Take the pickup out - it has a full tank and will do better if you come across any snow ridges." She tossed the key to Caribbean.

 

"Thanks!" Caribbean said. He caught the key. "I'll check in when I get back." He and Rick continued past Aphrodite.

 

The two of them walked to the far side of the mansion to a large, heavy door. Caribbean opened it, and Rick saw that it led into an expansive garage. Several vehicles were parked inside. Caribbean hit a button on the keychain and the dome lights on a large pickup lit up and its doors unlocked.

 

Rick and Caribbean walked to the vehicle and climbed in. Caribbean hit the garage door opener and the garage door rolled up behind them. Bright sunlight streamed through the doorway and flooded the garage with light.

 

"Wow!" Rick suddenly commented. He gave a low whistle.

 

Caribbean followed Rick's gaze through the windshield. The sunlight had illuminated the back of the garage, revealing a long, sleek vehicle painted in spit-shine black. Chrome glinted in the early morning light. Caribbean grinned. "Nice, isn't she?" he said. "She's Lady Aphrodite's personal car. 133 years old this year and she still runs like a dream."

 

"She's an original, then?" Rick asked. "She's not the 2067 anniversary replica that Ford put out?"

 

"Mostly original," Caribbean replied. "Lady Aphrodite had to have the engine converted to biodiesel like all of the other vehicles, but the rest of it is genuine 1967 Lincoln Continental. I've never seen a car so babied, but at the same time she deserves it for holding up this long."

 

Caribbean put the truck in gear and backed it out into the driveway. The vehicle's large, heavily-treaded tires crunched quietly on the newly-fallen snow. He glanced around and saw Eagle and Mouse walking around the far side of the garage with snow shovels in hand. He waited until they neared the driveway then quickly hit the gas and spun the tires of the pickup. Snow shot out from underneath the spinning tires and pelted the two men. He laughed as he watched Mouse shake the snow out of his dusty brown hair and backed the rest of the way down the driveway. Eagle threw an obscene gesture in their direction as they backed out onto the street.

 

"I've wanted to do that to them all winter," Caribbean gloated. "It's payback for them ganging up on me and dumping me in the snow during that blizzard a few weeks ago."

 

The two of them chatted amicably as they drove through the snowy streets to Rick's house. Caribbean pulled into the driveway and put the truck into park. He fished around in his pocket and withdrew a wallet. "Here," he said. He extracted a business card from the wallet. "My card - in case you decide to arrange another visit."

 

Rick reddened, but he accepted the card. "Thanks," he said. "I'll…I'll think about it." He tucked the card into the front pocket of his jacket. Then he climbed out of the truck and walked up to his front door. He put his key in the lock, then turned and waved to Caribbean before walking inside.

 

Caribbean was elated, but held his emotions in until he got back to the Academy. He parked the truck back in the garage and went into the mansion. He was just walking past the front door when he was suddenly grabbed on either side by firm hands. Eagle and Mouse each lifted on the arm they were holding and carried Caribbean outside.

 

"Do you know what that snow bank in front of the house looks like to me?" Eagle asked.

 

Caribbean chuckled warily. "A snowman that fell over?" he asked hopefully.

 

"It looks like a hill called Revenge to me," Mouse replied.

 

"Hey, wait guys," Caribbean pleaded. "You know I was just joking around…and it was fresh snow, after all, it was too good to pass up…"

 

"You're right," Eagle agreed. "A chance like this shouldn't be missed." He and Mouse heaved Caribbean forward and planted him face-first into the snow bank.

 

The two of them turned around to go back into the building, but Caribbean jumped to his feet. He didn't stop to brush the snow off of himself; instead he tackled the two from behind and pulled them down with him into the snow in the front yard.

 

A small group of other students from the Academy stepped outside to watch the three of them wrestle in the snow. They laughed as the three men got whiter and more powdery looking with each face plant and every snowball that was heaved.

 

Suddenly, a snowball that Caribbean had intended for Eagle flew past the dark-haired man and splattered on the stone wall near the door. Caribbean looked up sheepishly with the hope that he hadn't hit anyone else with it and saw Aphrodite leaning against the doorframe with a bemused expression on her face.

 

"You know," she said, "if the three of you wanted laundry duty that badly, you could have just signed yourselves up on the volunteer sheet." She watched with amusement as consternation crossed their faces, only to be quickly replaced with looks of embarrassment and begrudging admittance as they realized that they were soaking wet from head to toe. Aphrodite jerked her thumb toward the inside of the building.  "Go on and get those wet clothes changed before all three of you end up with pneumonia," she said.  "I doubt very much that any of you want to be laid up over the holidays - I expect us to be fairly busy."