A New Home
The two flats were lovely, both situated in quite grand buildings, once magnificent Town Houses for the titled wealthy, but neither felt right to us. The mews house — Eli described it as a cottage — was different. It was right at the end of the mews and had a small garden enclosed by a high wall on three sides and the house on the fourth. The lower floor had once been the stable for around six horses, and the upper floor accommodation for the grooms. At right angles to the house, and linking it to the other houses on this side, was a garage, where there had been a coach house. This had been given an upper storey which now housed the master bedroom, with the en suite bathroom in the main part of the house.
“There you go. Master bedroom, two bathrooms and two small bedrooms or study rooms if you like, living room, dining area, kitchen and guest toilet downstairs.” Eli watched us. “What do you think?”
The whole place was newly refurbished. Everything, including the kitchen fittings newly installed and smelling of newness. The floors on the ground floor were heavy paving tiles and upstairs the floors were all heavy planking. There was no furniture.
“I like it.” Butch said, taking my hand. “The flats were nice, but this place …”
“It feels like us.” I completed his sentence. “But I have a horrible feeling it’s way beyond our price, Eli.”
“Let’s go downstairs, and have a talk,” Eli retorted. “It’s been almost completely rebuilt. There was a bad fire here a few years ago and I acquired the burned out shell.” We entered the living room with its wide French windows onto the garden area. “Some of the Phoenix boys have been working on it when things were quiet.” Grinning he winked. “One way of using up leftovers and salvaged materials. Anyway … it belongs to me, so I’m the seller if you’re buying.”
“Hang on, Eli. This place is fabulous, and we love it, but it must be worth a mint at current property prices, I looked up properties in this area, and a place like this is about four times what we can afford,” I stopped as he held up a hand.
“Yeah yeah, it would be if I wanted to flog it to some well-healed dickhead. I’d fleece him. But I’m not. I’m offering it to you guys. Now, how much can you afford?”
Butch and I had discussed our finances carefully. With our salaries — mine being bigger — the money had had, and still occasionally earned from posing for Eli, the royalties I got from writing for both the Vulcan and its related publications, and from Pegasus for the short stories I wrote for them, we’d struggle to put together the deposit to qualify for a mortgage. We told him what we had in the bank as a deposit.
“More than enough.” Pushing himself upright, he said, “I’ll see a man I know and we’ll agree a mortgage for you. Now, you’ll need some furniture as well. Work out what you need and we’ll see what we can sort out.”
He was moving too fast for us, and we both tried to stop him. Butch got in first.
“Hold on, Eli, you haven’t told us how much you’re selling for, and you’ve already given us a hell of a lot more than we’ve ever asked for or earned …”
“Bullshit, first the price is what I decide it is, and I’ll work it out with Mark and the bank, but your deposit will be enough to cover around twenty-five percent. The repayments we can manage from there. As for the furniture, there’s the never-never for some things and there’s a few things you won’t need to buy.” Holding up a hand, he added, “Don’t argue, one day you’ll have the chance to help some kids like you, or maybe some old gits who’ve helped you get started. One hand washes the other see, and there’s always someone needs a hand up. Now let’s go get some coffee and talk about how you want to manage your house buy.”
At home in our bed, I lay on my back and stared at the ceiling. Next to me, Butch propped himself on one elbow and ran his other hand over my chest. Things had moved fast since we’d viewed the Mews house, and we were now waiting for the final legal formalities to be concluded.
“Penny for your thoughts, love?” Butch asked softly.
“Probably not worth a penny, love,” I replied, smiling up at him as I put my hand over his and held it to my chest. “I was just thinking how lucky we are to have Eli and Mark and the other Bogtown Rats as friends. They’re rough and tough, but I can’t think of anyone I know that’s half the people they are.”
“That’s true.” Looking thoughtful, he teased my nipple with his fingers. “They’ve kind of adopted us. I mean, Eli and Mark … they’ve shared things with us I don’t think they’ve shared with anyone other than maybe Mick and perhaps Kat …”
“Speaking of Kat … did you know his Mum ran that furniture shop?”
“No. But hell, I’m not going to object to her supplying that lounge suite, or the bed.” Butch lowered himself half onto me and kissed me. “Or the little gifts the rest of the guys have given us.” He paused. “What I can’t figure out is how we got this lucky.”
“I doubt we ever will.” I worked my arms around him and kissed his lips. “How do you feel about Eli’s suggestion to pay off the difference in our deposit and the utilities deposits …”
“You mean that we do a photo shoot with Kat for a bondage spread?” He grinned. “I’ve no problem with it. I wonder what he has in mind?”
“Who knows.” Laughing, I studied his face. “Kat’s bloody creative when it comes to bondage.” Hugging him, I grinned. “You know, I think I’m ready for some more of the loving you were doing to me earlier.”
“Getting greedy, my love?” Butch’s hand gripped my stiffening cock. “Mmm, now I think of it, I need another dose. Sixty-nine?”
“You got it.” Changing position, I located his erection and kissed the tip of his cock, then began to enjoy it as he began to give mine a good workout. Taking our time, we focused on simply enjoying making love to each other. Butch was a real artist at giving head like this, and he knew how to build me up and keep me just on the edge without bringing me to ejaculate.
I loved it, and I loved reciprocating. More than anything I loved submitting myself to his caresses and sexual needs, and he to mine. We’re both, if anything, bottoms, me probably more than he, and we switch roles according to who leads. It also makes our occasional games with Eli, Mark and a couple of the other Bogtown Rats all the more enjoyable since we can then both submit and enjoy whatever our friends want to do with us.
Now, having brought each other off for the second time since we’d gone to bed, Butch spooned into my back, wrapped me in his arms and whispered, “Sleep well, my love. Only another couple of weeks, and we’ll be in our new home …”
Mews Cottage was a big step up from the ‘porn set’ flat above Vulcan Rubber Supplies. Suddenly we had a bedroom large enough for a queen sized bed and nightstands, but a whole wall of cupboards and a small sofa. And then there were the two small ‘bedrooms’, one now my study, and the other, at Butch’s insistence, our ‘playroom’. The living room, with its large window and French window opening onto a patio and the garden now boasted a sofa and easy chairs, occasional tables and a television. There was also a hifi Mick ‘just happened to no longer need …’
“Have we got everything for the party, love?” Butch asked hugging me from behind as I finished setting out the snacks on our refurbished dining room table. Our only ‘new’ furniture was our mattress, almost everything else was refurbished and came from Kat’s Mom and connections with second-hand dealers and friends who did magnificent refurbishing and reupholstering.
“If we haven’t, it’s too late now, Gorgeous.” I retorted, pressing my butt against his bulge. “Think we have enough beer and wine for the guys?”
“I hope so!” His hand gripped my crotch and he kissed my neck. “I still can’t believe that this is ours! Our home, our house …” Kissing my neck again, he bit my earlobe. “And I’ve got the sexiest, most beautiful man in Fenchester as my partner …”
Twisting myself round in his arms, I put my arms round his waist, and said, “You say the nicest things.” Our mouths met and we kissed. “But you’re wrong about one thing … I’ve got the most beautiful man in my arms.”
The doorbell sounded, and we both laughed and said together, “You’re the man of the house …” In a fit of laughter we released each other, and I said, “Go on, you’re closer to the door!”
Planting another kiss, Butch grinned, and released me. “Don’t go away …”
Watching him move to the door, I thought, not for the first time, that he moved like a ballet dancer, gracefully, with an awareness of every muscle as he moved. Even doing something as mundane as opening a door was done with artistic, yet masculine, grace.
Our first guests were Mark in his wheelchair, and Eli, but from then on it was a steady stream of arrivals until we were spilling onto the patio and all the Bogtown Rats were assembled.
My father arrived early and, after a moment of awkwardness when he discovered that one of the guests was someone he’d arrested and sent to jail early in his career. He ended up accepting a hug and the guy’s thanks for setting him on the road to finding his feet. Everyone had brought some small gift, from Carlos and Angelo a framed collage of us modelling characters from the illustrated novels and the catalogues, from Eli and Mark an original painting for the living room, from others, wine, or things they’d chosen to be amusing, or useful for us.
Letting Butch show them round the house, I concentrated on ensuring everyone had a drink and something to eat and enjoyed the teasing and conversation. It was hard work, but enjoyable. These folk were fun, different, rough diamonds, but with hearts of gold, and they were, as friends, worth more than their weight in gold.
“Come and sit down for a minute, Penn.” Mark’s quiet request was accompanied by a touch on my arm. “You’ve done a magnificent job, but you need to relax and enjoy yourself too.” He waved a hand at the others, and grinned. “They know where the food is, and the booze. They can look after themselves now.”
“Thanks.” Taking a perch on the arm of the sofa he’d parked next to, I joked, “I must admit, I need to take the weight off my feet for a bit.”
“Good. Got a drink?”
“Somewhere!” Laughing, I admitted, “I must have four or five glasses of wine I’ve poured and put down somewhere. Would you like another?” I made to stand , and he pushed me back down.
“I’m ahead of you.” From his chair he produced a clean glass and a bottle of the wine I’d put out. Pouring a measure he handed it to me, then poured another measure for himself, before pushing the bottle back into it’s hiding place. “Here’s to you and Butch and your new home.”
“What do you think of it, Mark?”
“You boys have done well for yourselves.” Patting my knee he winked. “When Eli told me about the first time you modelled for him, and how Butch hadn’t told you exactly what he wanted to do with the pictures … well, I thought Butch might have bullied you into it.” Watching my response, he smiled over the rim of his glass. “Eli thought so too — and almost sent you packing. Then he saw Butch’s face when you agreed to go ahead.” His hand gripped my knee. “You were what Butch needed to keep him from doing something stupid — and the bonus was who you were as far as Eli an’ me were concerned.”
“Butch was my dream lover all through school …” Watching Mark’s face, I said, “I was shitting myself that night, in case anyone recognised me … but once I saw Butch …” A laugh escaped me. “All my fantasies handed to me, in skintight rubber. I couldn’t say no, and I have absolutely no regrets.” Taking a drink from my wine, I asked, “Why was Eli looking out for Butch?”
“He was a stray. Just luck that Kat and Jonas saw what was happening and took him to Eli. Eli has always had a soft spot for strays.” His grin widened. “How’s the book going?”
The abrupt change of subject threw me for a moment. Then I grinned. “It’s with our editing team. They’re ripping it apart I’m sure, and I’ll have a lot of rewriting to do. But they’ve asked me to consider a sequel to it, so it can’t be that bad.” I looked up as Eli joined us, his hands gripping Mark’s shoulders from behind. “And it’s all thanks to you guys. We can honestly never thank you enough.”
“Bullshit.” Eli put in. “You don’t give yourselves enough credit.” Winking at me, he added, “We just steered you and a few things from time to time. You want to thank us? Do the same for lads like yourselves sometime.”
It was well after midnight when Butch and I finally fell into bed, Eli’s injunction to ‘do the same for other lads like us’ still in mind.
“Our own bed, in our own home.” Slipping my leg over his as my hand found his nipple, I kissed him gently, my hardening cock against his hip. “I can’t believe how lucky we are.”
“Don’t jinx it.” His kiss cut me off. “To use Eli’s expression — we landed with our arses in the butter.” Kissing me again, his tongue explored my mouth. “Just let’s count our blessings, and spread a little of the luck when the chance comes …”
“I agree.” My hand found his erection and I turned on my side. “In the meantime … I think we need to celebrate …”
“An invitation I can’t refuse …”
We took our time, enjoying each other’s body.
