Wednesday, December 3, 2008


Title: Pushing
Authors: Tarabeth, Jo, and Carol
Characters: Billy, Mason, Jack and Jay
Implements: Paddle

Jay's eyes flew open, his heart was racing, and his body was soaked with sweat. `Oh God, they've got to stop,' Jay thought. He realized he was safe in the loft, and his body relaxed. He could feel Jack still sleeping next to him, and he let out a breath, closed his eyes, and tried to go back to sleep. It didn't work. He tossed back the sheet and climbed out of bed.

Jay padded to the bathroom. He pulled on a pair of boxers after he finished, and headed to the kitchen. Opening up the fridge, he scanned the contents until he found what he wanted. He grabbed the small bowl of chicken salad, and glanced up over the fridge door to make sure Jack was still asleep. He grabbed a beer and slid it into the sling, which was supporting his broken arm. He grabbed the small package of crackers and was on his way.

Jay knew that as long as he didn't touch the outside door, or the back door going to the garage, the alarm system wouldn't go off. He unlocked and opened the door with out any squeaks or clicks, and grabbed his laundry bag. He went to the storage area, and started his load of laundry. Jay settled on a folding chair with Studs in Leather Magazine and popped the top off of his beer. `Yap this should help me sleep,' Jay thought. He propped his feet up on a bucket, and took a long slow tug of his beer.

Jack woke up and sighed when he noticed his Brat missing. He thought, `What the hell.?' when he heard the washing machine start. He padded downstairs and stiffened when he saw the beer. "Is that going to help anything?" he asked, grouchily. "I know you've been having dreams. Do you want to talk about anything?"

Jay jumped, when Jack spoke, causing him to spill the beer all over his crotch. "Damn it Jack, you scared the shit out of me," Jay yelled, throwing his magazine to the floor. He tried to stand, but found it was more difficult to do with only one arm to supporting him. "And no, I don't want to talk about it! Are you going to help me up or just stand there?" Jay snapped.

Jack walked over. "You're sitting better," he said mildly and helped Jay to rise. He then placed a firm swat on his Brat's backside. "You do not talk to me like that," he reminded.

"Oww," Jay yelped. The swat startled him. "Yeah well you're not suppose to scare me like that either," Jay snapped. He pushed past Jack and headed back up stairs. Jay entered the bathroom and slammed and locked the door behind him. He plopped down on to the toilet, and jumped to his feet when the pain shot threw him. His whole body shook either from being wet or from the fear his nightmare had left behind. He gripped the counter tight until his knuckles turned white. "Damn you! I fucking hate you for this!" Jay told the mirror.

Jack was worried. Jay was acting weird, and he didn't think it was an after effect from his accident. He was worried that the pain his Brat was still in was bringing out a lot of underlying problems. He wasn't sure how to move forward. He was a big believer in talking things out, but he wondered how to help his Brat talk about his past.

Jay striped his beer soaked boxer and turned on the water in the sink. He grabbed a face cloth, and quickly cleaned himself the best he could. He then opened the bathroom door to see Jack. His Top was standing with his arms open. Jay was just a little scared at first. He thought maybe Jack was going to tare him a new one, but the look wasn't right. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to be rude, nasty, or disrespectful to you." Jay went to Jack and placed his arm around the big man. This was where he felt safe--at least for the time being. "I just can't handle it anymore."

"Couldn't handle what baby?" Jack asked, gently hugging his Brat. He picked Jay up and carried him to bed. Jack climbed into bed, and started to cuddle Jay close. "I'm here to help you if I can."

The combination of the beer and the pain pill seemed to loosen Jay's tongue; normally he just change the subject, but tonight Jay took a deep breath, and lying as close to Jack as he could, he let it all out. "I hated having parents who don't give a fuck about me. I wasn't able to stand up on my own two feet and fight my own battles." Jay took deep breath. "I don't understand why I was put on earth. Why did my dad's best friend rape me? Why didn't people believe me when I tried to tell them what was wrong." Jay snuggled even closer to Jack. "The only good things I've done in my life were to move here and to find you'" Jay looked up and kissed Jack's stubbly chin. "You need a shave," Jay said. He let out a long yawn. "See beer does help, it puts me to sleep."

"Sweetheart I can't change what happened to you," Jack said holding Jay close. "All you need to know is I love you. I will always be here for you. Nobody is going to hurt you again. Now, you fall off to sleep, and I'll be right here when you wake up." Jack kissed Jay gently, and smiled as his Brat fell to sleep.

Jack couldn't get back to sleep, so he went down to work on his design for Jay's pinky ring. He was seething that someone had raped his love. Eventually he was able to channel the rage of the event into his loving protection and his creative juices took over. His pencil flew over the paper.

Jay awoke to find himself in a half empty bed and an empty loft. His bladder was telling him to get up, but the pain in his arm was telling him to stay in bed. He finally listened to his bladder and got up. After his morning routine, Jay headed for the kitchen and a caffeine fix. He found Jack's note stuck the door of the fridge. "I've gone down stairs to help Mrs. Carlson. She would only allow me to help her."

Jay sat at the table thinking about all that happen at the park, and what he told Jack earlier that morning. His mind went back to the park, and he couldn't believe Billy was jealous over him. He found funny and smiled to himself. He got up and to get Jack's phone book. He found Mason's cell number, grabbed his cell and tapped it in. "Mr. Fireman you forgot to sign my cast when you came calling the other day, stop by anytime." Jay reread the text, to make sure it sounded fine. He thought about deleting it, and leaving things alone, but as a sly grin crossed his face, his finger hit send. `That will get the little shit,' Jay thought. He deleted the text message and Mason's phone number from his phone.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Billy picked up Mason's cell phone. His lover was half way through making him a chocolate cake, and Billy was relaxing in front of the television. He casually looked at the text message in case it was something Mason needed to answer urgently. He saw red and hissed under his breath, "The little shit. I'm going to fucking kill him." Billy ran out of the house and headed towards the jewelry shop.

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Jay was just pulling on a tank top when he heard a banging on the door. He shook his head. "Hold your horses!" he yelled out, as he pulled up his shorts. He was about ready to ask what the person's problem was when the door flung open. Jay stepped back when he saw a rather angry Billy standing in before him. "Hey, dude didn't expect to see you," Jay said, standing at his full height.

"You are a fucking troublemaker, " Billy hissed. "Mason's mine, I'm his, and you'd better stop flirting with him."

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Mason was surprised when he heard the front door slam shut. He opened the front door and looked for Billy, but saw nothing. When he came back into the house he saw Thomas sitting in the entry hall watching him. "What's up with our Monkey?" Mason said to the cat.

To which the cat responded with a meow.

"Yeah, me either," Mason replied. Mason was on his way back into the kitchen to finish the cake, figuring Billy would be back shortly, when he heard his cell phone beeping that it had a message. He retrieved the phone from the living room and saw Jay's text message. Mason quickly dialed his phone, "Jack, I think we have some trouble."

"Trouble?" Jack queried. "What's Jay done now?" he sighed. Mason told Jack about the text message, the subsequent loss of his Brat, and asked if Jack could handle the two warring Brats until he could arrive. He then hopped in his truck and headed for Jack and Jay's.

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"Hey dude don't came to MY house and start your shit." Jay said. "I've got Jack. Why would I want something like Mason." Jay told Billy as he went shut the door.

That did it. Billy totally lost his temper. He threw a straight punch, Johnno would have noted it was the first boxing move he taught his young pupil. Billy smiled as he felt it land right on Jay's left eye. Just in case there was a comeback, he automatically went into a defensive pose.

Jay stumbled back and blinked. "Thats the best you got man?" Jay said as he came back with a right cross and got Billy on the lower part of his chin. Jay could feel the jaw move, underneith his fist. "Boxing's for sissys," Jay told Billy as he stumbled back a bit.

Billy swore, it was a while since he'd been in a fight and his defense was sloppy. Jay had no defense to speak of, and was still able to land the uppercut to his chin just as Jack burst in.

"Stop," he yelled using his best Toppy voice. Jason froze and Billy followed suit without dropping his arms.

Billy turned and snarled at Jack, "This has got nothing to do with you."

Jay was seeing red, but not Jack, and he let his fist fly again. This time it landed on the tip of Billy's nose. Jay noticed Jack as he shook out his stance.

Jack's eyes narrowed, as he saw Billy sway out of the way of the punch to the nose. There was something different about his fighting stance. Jack realised what it was when Billy swept Jay's feet out from under him in a classic karate move.

Jay landed hard.

"Billy," Jack's voice snarled. "You stay right where you are boy or you'll be facing me, and I don't have a broken arm."

It took Jay only a few seconds to get back to his feet. Not only did his ass hurt, but now so were his eye, chin and arm. "Dude, you are so in trouble, and not only with Mason, but the law. Dude, you just assulted a goverment worker," Jay told him as he went to get his phone.

"Oh for fuck's sake," Billy replied keeping a very close eye on Jack. "You're a fucking postal worker, get a grip." Billy was not impressed "Anyway you try and charge me for assault, and I'll charge you right back," Billy said.

Jay let out a laugh. "For a crazy person you're funny." Jay told him. "You attacked me in my own home. That's assult. I fought back to protect myself, and I'm already injured. So Billy boy, your fireman husband can't save your scranny ass now, and what is your fucking problem anyway?" Jay asked.

"William!" Mason said, with a raised voice that demanded no argument. Mason held out his hand for his husband. With the other hand, he held up his cell phone, "Jason, would you mind explaining this text message?"

Billy might have been able to ignore Jack's Top voice but there was no way in the world he would ignore Mason's, especially when the full name was being used. Billy's belly suddenly filled with ice, and his anger drained away along with his colour. He was in sooooo much trouble.

"Yes Jason I can't wait to hear your explanation, " Jack said dryly. `Oh shit,' Jay thought. 'Think fast stupid.' "I was just being cute, I wanted you to sign my cast, thats all." Jay said. 'Come on, believe it, please,' Jay thought as he made his way over to Jack.

"I would've been perfectly willing to sign your cast Jay, but as you witnessed a bit of my husband's jealousy the other day, I find it a bit rude, and disrespectful that you would send this particular message," Mason said, giving Jay a very serious look.

"I was out of my mind with pain and drugs, do you really expect me to remember what happen the to the other day?" Jay asked looking at all three men in the room. Not liking the looks he was getting from Jack or Mason, or the fact that Billy's hands were turning into fists again, Jay took a deep breath and sat on the back of the sofa.

"Alright, shit, I was out of line sending it that way, but hell I thought it was neat that someone was jealouse of a white-trash numbskull from Vancouver, like me. Damn dude, I'm really sorry about all this. I didn't mean any harm by it; I just did it for the shit and giggle. I am sorry, really I am." Jay said feeling awful about the whole thing. God he was so dead.

"You're fucking unbelieveable, " Mason's hand on Billy's shoulder made him unclench his fists. "You sent that for a giggle, a fucking laugh. You're an idiot."

Jay jumped to his feet. "I'm an idiot, well I'll tell you something Billy Monroe, it takes an idiot to be jealous over an injured person."

"With respect Mason," Jack replied, "Although my partner was a bit rash in sending the text...." He shot Jason a look that made the younger man blanch slightly. "I don't think that's any reason for Billy to mount an assault on an injured man. Not that we will be pressing charges," he added.

"You are correct Jack, there is no excuse for Billy's attack. But, I do feel that Jay's text was innapriate. Billy didn't treat Jay very nicely the other day, but both Billy and I ensured that Jay was well taken care of. I did that as much because it's my job, as because you are a good friend, and it was important to me to ensure that I kept Jay comfortable and safe."

Mason took a deep breath, and lovingly took Billy by the hand. His husband was in a lot of trouble, but Mason also wanted him to know that he loved him and would defend him. "Thank you for telling the truth Jay. Right now, I would like to take my husband home, and look after his injuries. I appreciate you not pressing charges." Mason spoke softly into Billy's ear. "I love you baby. I want to take you home, and make sure you're okay. Sweetheart can you please give your apologies to both Jack and Jason, so we can go home."

"I'm supposed to apologise to that?" Billy said to Mason. He quailed slightly under the look. "OK, OK. I'm sorry Jack, I'm sorry Jason," Billy mumbled.

Jay changed his tone of voice. "And I thank you, Mason and Billy, for taking care of me in my time of need, and I am truly sorry I screwed up your picnic," Jay told them both.

Billy suddenly felt ashamed. He looked at his actions in the cold light of day and blushed. "Jay," he said, "I'm really sorry for my actions. I totally overreacted and had no right or reason to attack you. Will you forgive me?"

Jay wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but he looked over at Jack for some kind of clue, the only thing he got was a pair of raised eyebrows, a look that said it all. "Yeah sure, why not it's only a black eye no harm done," Jay told him as he extended his hand to Billy.

Mason gave Billy's hand a gentle squeeze. "Thank you, love." He gave a nod of his head to Jay. "I'm really sorry for all our trouble Jackson. I'll talk to you soon." Mason stroked his thumb over Billy's hand, feeling the need to keep a connection with his Brat. "Ready to go?" "Yes," Billy replied. He was not brave enough to look in his Top's eyes. "Bye Jack. Bye Jay." He followed Mason out of the apartment, his hand being firmly held.

Mason guided Billy to the truck, and before they got in he gave a Billy a strong hug and soft kiss. "I love you, Monkey. Let's go home and get you cleaned up and settled."

Billy loved the hug and kiss, but he was in turmoil. He knew he was in serious trouble, and he just wanted to get it over and done with. "Mace," he almost whined "I'm not hurt. He landed a punch but I've had worse during sparing practise." Billy swallowed convulsively and gathered his courage, "You said...a punch equalled a paddle," he looked at his lover through his fringe of blond hair, his blue eyes wide.

"I did," Mason replied, "and that's exactly what you can expect, after I've had a chance to check you out. If you don't we me to check you out, we can always make a trip to the emergency room, but they could be required to report your injuries to the police. So, it's your call Monkey."

"No, that's ok," Billy replied hurridly. "No need to involve any police." He bit his lower lip. "Honestly there really is no need to worry. I'm fine." Billy was ignoring the ache in his jaw. He was much more worried about what was going to happen after Mason had checked him out.

Mason pulled up in front of he and Billy's modest two story home. The two men walked separately into the house, and Mason closed the door behind them. "Go upstairs, honey. Take your shirt off and have a seat on the bed."

Mason went to the bathroom and washed his hands. He wet a soft wash clothe with warm water, and gave it a nice lather of soap. He took the first aid kit out from under the sink, and then entered the bedroom to find a nervous and agitated Brat.

Billy was sitting on the bed, to stop his legs from jiggling. He was sitting cross legged in the middle and looked up as Mason entered the room and eyed the washcloth. "What's that for?" he asked confused. "To wash the blood from lip and nose," Mason answered. "Hadn't you not noticed the blood?"

"Nope," Billy replied, realising the copper taste in his mouth wasn't from fear, but from blood. "Damn I thought I swayed away from the fucking prick's nose shot," Billy grumbled. "He must have just caught me. It doesn't hurt at all."

Mason cautiously crawled onto the bed, and sat cross legged next to his husband. "Okay, Monkey, I want to feel your nose and jaw. This is probably going to hurt a bit." As gently as possible, Mason began to touch Billy's face, felling his nose, cheeks, and jaw for any breaks. It hadn't hurt until Mason had began his examination. Billy winced as his husband checked for breaks over the bruises, he wondered idly, if the endorphines had dulled the pain until now.

Mason hurt along with Billy, as he watched his husband wince at his touches. "Okay, love no breaks here. But, your beautiful face is already swelling and turning pretty shades of purple." He began to softly clean the blood from the sweet face; and then he dropped light kisses over Billy's injured face. Mason pulled a large ice pack out of the first aid kit, cracked the chemical pack and held it over Billy's nose and jaw.

He almost purred as Mason kissed him, and sighed as the ice went to work.

Mason piled a stack of pillows against the headboard and motioned for Billy to scoot back. "Now I want to check out your ribs and belly." "I went down controlled, Mason," he whined, "My ribs and belly are fine."

"You didn't even realise you were bleeding, Monkey, so I'm doing the exam." Mason took out his stethoscope and sat next to Billy. He took a quick listen to his Brat's lungs, and then ran his hands over his husband's chest and abdomen. He pressed and poked where needed, and finally ruled Billy fit from the neck down. Mason sat next to Billy at the head of the bed, drew his husband into an embrace, and kissed him fully on the lips. "You scared me today. I didn't like it."

"I'm sorry," Billy mumbled. "I saw red and just took off without thinking." He looked up. "I guess I should give thinking ago next time," he admitted sheepishly. "I'm really glad Jack said they wouldn't press charges. I don't like jails." Billy shut his eyes to banish some nasty memories.

Mason rubbed Billy's back. "I know baby, and I prefer to keep you here too. So, I think now we need to make sure you have a strong deterrent to fighting." Mason reached into the bedside table and withdrew the wooden paddle. He unbuttoned Billy's jeans, and pulled his husband across his lap. Once Billy was settled, Mason pulled his little fighter's pants down and picked up the paddle. There would be no hand spanking this was serious, and his Brat needed to feel that.

Billy automatically clenched his butt, then relaxed. He knew this was going to be bad. His head went up, his eyes wide with shock, as the first swat landed. `Fuck, that was loud,' was his first thought, then the pain hit. `God, how I hate that paddle,' was his final thought as he wailed out a protest. "Massssooooonnnn, that hurts."

"I know baby. I wish you'd remembered that, before you got yourself into trouble." Mason noted that his comment had triggered Billy's guilt, and the soft sobs began as Mason continued to paddle the bare bottom in front of him.

It wasn't too long before the soft sobs increased. Billy thought his butt was so hot and sore it would explode into fire. His not-so-coherent thought, was he was glad Mason was a fireman. He sobbed helplessly and way before Mason finished, he was promising he'd never fight again. Then he lost the power of speech, and his cries of pain and remorse rang through the house.

Mason firmly applied the last swats to the under curve of Billy's bottom. He dropped the paddle on the floor, and lifted Billy into his arms. His Brat had long since lost his jeans, so Mason pulled the comforter at the end of the bed up and over his husband, and gave quiet and calm reassurances of love and safety until Billy fell asleep.

Billy didn't sleep for long, it was difficult to find a comfortable position when both his face and butt were hurting. When he woke with quiet whimpers, Mason handed him some pain medication and a glass of lemonade. It also seemed that a certain little fuzzy feline was rubbing up against Billy's hands for some attention.

"Hi Thomas," Billy muttered waiting for the pain killers to hit. Thomas jumped up and pushed at his hand, and Billy automatically began to stroke him. He looked up, and found Mason's eyes, his smile was crooked "I love you," he said. "I love my little family here, but I hate that damn paddle."

"I know sweetheart," Mason said crawling back into bed and cuddling next to Billy. "But, that turn with the paddle, was well earned. You were fairly warned what would happen should you get into a fight with Jason. Jay's text was cruel and unfair. It would have been better if I had forwarded the text to Jack and let him deal with it, and then I could have finished baking your cake, and spent the afternoon showing you how much I adore you."

Billy wrinkled his nose at Mason. "Okay so if it happens again, I'll stop and think it through." He grinned. "I'll waylay him in an alley," he said his eyes twinkling. He saw Mason's eyes darken "Hey kidding here," he protested.

Mason applied a firm swat to Billy's butt. "That's what you told me about the punch. I think maybe we need to emphasize this lesson with some lines. I think one thousand lines of: I will not ever engage in a physical or verbal fight with Jason Copeland again. Should I break this promise, I will find myself sitting on a firm surface, writing a similar line 10,000 times, on a very sore bottom." Mason watched as the twinkle disappeared from Billy's eyes. He was usually saddened to watch the twinkle disappear, but in this case he felt it was justified. "You may write them on your belly, or any other position you find comfortable, and you don't need to do it now. Right now, I would like you stay here with me and Thomas and let the medication work."

"A thousand lines," Billy spluttered "You've got to be kidding." He looked up. "Oh shit, you're not. That's so mean," he pouted. His eyes started to cloud as the medication hit. "I feel no pain," his voice slurred and he cuddled into Mason. "That doesn't mean you aren't still a meanie," he said.

"As long as I'm your meanie, I'm good," Mason said. He gave his Brat a smile and a kiss.

The End

Turn about sucks....

Title: Turn about Sucks
Authors: Tarabeth and Jo
Characters: Mason and Billy

Mason and Craig were leaving the building. They had assessed that there was no one in the building, and that the building was lost. They needed to retreat and fight the flames from the outside. Craig had just exited the door, when a ceiling beam fell and hit Mason hard on his helmet, and dislodged his oxygen mask. He fell to his knees, and struggled for a moment to gain his composure. His lungs inhaled the thick smoke, and jogged Mason back to his senses. He pushed his mask back into place and exited the building just as Craig had turned back around to get him.

Mason swayed towards the large fire engine, to get the blitz line. Craig grabbed Mason, sat him on the ground, and motioned to one of the other firefighters to bring over the stretcher and EMS gear. Mason tried to shrug Craig away, but when Craig removed Mason’s helmet and oxygen mask, Mason did a little sway of wooziness, and began to cough. Lt. Pike quickly had a grouchy and protesting Mason strapped to the gurney, wearing an oxygen mask, and on his way to the Jade Heights Emergency Department, with lights blaring.

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Billy was humming under his breath. He was very happy; with Micky on 
board they were able to get more cars in, so the business was 
prospering. He was very happy with Mason and he'd finally cut his 
family out of his life. "Could things get any better?" he wondered.

The phone rang. "Hi Craig," Billy said cheerfully, down the phone. 
The animation left his face as he listened. He hung the phone up and 
turned to Micky, his face absolutely ashen "Mason's been taken to 
hospital," he said, dully, "Smoke inhalation." Micky moved quickly, 
before Billy knew it the two of them were in Micky's truck, and 
breaking every speed limit posted, to get to the hospital. 

Billy sprinted for the door and almost went face first, into the 
automatic doors. He slid to a halt in front of the admissions desk. "Is Mason Monroe here?" he asked breathless.

Mason was still on oxygen, but was much happier with the nose tube, than he had been with the mask. He could hear Billy, and asked his mother to go and fetch him. Billy came springing into the small ED room, and firmly attached himself to his husband. “I’m okay Monkey. I’ve got a nasty bump on my head, and inhaled a bit too much smoke. My oxygen stats are looking good, and it’s just a mild concussion, so hopefully they’ll let me go home in a few hours.”

Billy knew Mason would do anything and say anything to reassure him. 
He looked at Mason's mother, "Is he telling the truth?" Billy asked 
bluntly, never letting go of his lover.

Mrs. Monroe was holding Mason’s hand; she let go of his hand, and smoothed his hair off of his forehead. “He’s been very lucky,” she said to Billy, “but he maybe being a bit optimistic. His doctor would prefer to keep him overnight. But, our dear Mason is a bit stubborn, and would like to go home. The doctor did say, if his blood oxygen levels stayed good, continued to rise, and if he kept his dinner down, she would think about sending him home tonight.”

Billy looked hard at his husband. "If I argue and don't listen to a doctor you get mad, but when you don't listen it's okay. I think if a doctor says you should stay overnight you should." Billy had struck a pose that was unconsciously, like Mason's when he was issuing orders.

Mason gave Billy a weak smile, his head was furiously pounding, and that wasn't helping his nausea one bit. "Okay, Monkey, when Dr. Carter comes back around, I'll do whatever she says. I promise."

Billy just cuddled up to his lover, he hadn't seen Mason sick before, and wasn't sure how to deal with it. He was glad Mason's mom was there as well, and the doctor projected an aura of calm, which reassured Billy.

He made sure he told the doctor that Mason would do whatever she told him, and she immediately admitted him for observation overnight, Billy managed to calmly meet Mason's glare which was slightly spoiled by his Top throwing up in mid glare.

Mason looked for some vessel to throw up in, as the need to vomit quickly over took him. He was not happy that he didn't have a basin to use and ended up vomiting into his hands.

Mason's mother stepped into the hall as soon as she noticed the warning signal that her son was about to blow, and signaled a nurse. The nurse entered moments later carrying a large rectangular basin. Mrs. Monroe took the receptacle and held it while Mason continued to vomit. When the convulsive retching finally stopped, Mason was a sweaty, teary mess. The nurse pressed the call button, and asked a nursing assistant to come and help get Mason clean, and she also asked to have Dr. Carter paged.

The nursing assistant and Dr. Carter both arrived about the same time, and asked that Billy and Mrs. Monroe step out of the room so they could get Mason cleaned up and medicated.

"I'm not going anywhere," Billy replied "He's my husband and I'm staying with him. He gently rubbed Mason's back and swept his lover's hair out of his eyes. "I'm here baby. I love you."

“It’s okay, he can stay,” Mason said. “Ma, do you mind?” he asked.

“Of course not sweetheart. I’ll go grab a coffee, and be back in a little while,” his mother answered.

The nursing assistant closed the door, and pulled the privacy curtain. She helped Mason to remove his gown, keeping him covered by the sheet and blanket. She brought in a basin of warm soapy water and washed Mason’s hands. She pulled back and removed the dirty sheet and blanket, and handed Mason a new gown. Billy helped his husband get into the new gown, while the nursing assistant quickly placed a new sheet and blanket on the bed. Mason leaned back on the bed and closed his eyes trying to rest from his ordeal.

He wasn’t paying any attention as Dr. Carter pulled a pair of latex gloves from the box on the wall, and slipped them onto her hands. She then removed two antiemetic suppositories, and a tube of lubricant from her coat pocket. “Mason, roll over for me, I want to give you something to help with the vomiting and nausea.”

Mason made a bit of a disgusted face and turned away from Billy and Dr. Carter.

Billy spluttered, "Payback's a bitch," he said, trying unsuccessfully, to keep the smile off his face.

“Thanks for the support, sweetheart,” Mason said. He was about ready to give his Brat a piece of his mind, but was quieted by the feeling of the sheet and blanket being lifted and his gown moved out of the way to bare his butt. He let out a small gasp when he felt the gloved hand separating his cheeks. Dr. Carter slipped in the two medicinal bullets, and recovered him. She told Mason his room on the ward would be ready shortly, and that she would come check on him once he got situated.

Billy’s brow creased when the deep breath Mason took made him cough. He followed the doctor out. "Is there something you're not telling me about?" he asked suspicious.

The doctor told Billy that Mason had inhaled a bit of smoke, but didn't seem to be suffering any major effects from it, she explained the coughing was to be expected. Although it was possible that Mason could take a turn for the worse from either his head injury or the smoke inhalation, he seemed to be recovering well and she expected he would go home tomorrow. She told him that on the off chance that Mason's symptoms got worse, the hospital was the best place for him, and that was why she was keeping him overnight.

Mason began to wonder where his husband had wandered off to. "Billy, honey," he called out.

Billy came into the room. "I was just talking to the doctor," he explained. "You know in the next week or so I could develop a butt fetish," he joked. "Apparently with smoke inhalation, irritating the throat with pills and thermometers is not recommended. I don't trust ear thermometers," Billy grinned at his Top, cheekily.

Mason had not appreciated the insertions of the suppositories, and the thought of submitting his butt for future intrusions was making his already foul mood take a big turn for the worse. He was not a happy camper about having to spend the night in the hospital. His voice was hoarse. His mouth tasted of bile, and he thought his head would feel better if it actually exploded. “Lesson number one of dealing with a sick Top, Monkey, we get cranky, and it’s not nice to tease us,” he informed his terribly cheeky Brat.

"Same as Brats," Billy shot back, "And we have horrible bossy, swat happy Tops to deal with. At least you've got sweet little me." He knew Mason was cranky but he couldn't resist teasing him.

"Come here, sweet little you," Mason said, holding his arms open. "Careful with the wiggling, still a little nauseous here." Mason wrapped his arms around Billy, as if he were a big teddy bear. "I could use a Monkey snuggle?"

"Okay," Billy snuggled in. "I just hope we don't startle the natives," 
he said, giggling. A couple of minutes later he whined, "Mason, stop 
doing that we can't fuck in a hospital bed." He heard a noise and his 
head shot up to see Mason's mum and a nurse. His face turned bright red, although Mason's mum was obviously trying to hide a laugh, the 
nurse was obviously shocked.

Mason heard his mother’s strangled laugh, and looked up at both women. His hand was still down the front of Billy’s pants, grasping his husband’s cock. “Ummm,” the nurse stuttered, “Captain Monroe, hospital policy requires that you be alone in your bed. I’ll give you a moment, and when I come back I’ll take you up to the ward.” Mason blushed, and slowly removed his hand from Billy’s pants.

“Mason, give me a kiss. I’m going to go home for a while. I’ll come back after dinner, and stay for a short visit before you go to bed. Would either of you like me stop by the house and get you anything?”

"You mean like lube," Billy replied and was treated to a twin Monroe glare. He wilted. "Can you feed Thomas please," he said, in a small voice.

Mason's mother agreed to feed Thomas, and said she would also bring Billy back a change of clothes, and some dinner from the Maple Grille. She kissed both Mason and Billy, and said her goodbyes.

When Mason and Billy were again alone in the room, Mason applied a swat to his Brat's butt. "I can't believe you just asked my mother to bring us lube," Mason said teasing.

Billy smiled "Well she did ask," he argued. He shivered "Did you learn the LOOK from your mother?"

“Yes, it’s hereditary. Haven’t you noticed Uncle Doug, has the same look. We should ask for a cot for you, for tonight, because I don't think you and I could get much sleep in this small of a space."

Two orderlies appeared and transferred Mason up to the ward. Once there the nurse's came in to take Mason's vitals and get him settled. Mason informed Billy he was going to try and sleep, but eventually his headache became too intense to sleep, and also seemed to re-trigger the nausea, and Mason soon found himself vomiting in a bucket.

Billy heard Mason's moans and he was on Mason's bed in a flash as his lover threw up. He hit the nurse's button and gently rubbed his husband's back trying to reassure him. "Will you do something," he said, as a nurse arrived, "He's in pain."

The nurse was soon back with another dose of the antiemetics and a syringe full of pain medicine. "These will help you feel better," the nurse said. "I'm going to need you turn over for me so I can administer them."

Mason was beyond miserable. He turned on his side, took hold of Billy's hand, and closed his eyes. He winced as he felt the suppository inserted, and squeezed Billy's hand when the pain medication was injected into his hip. He let out a whispered, "Thank you," to the nurse, as she recovered his bottom.

"You're welcome, those should help you to sleep for a while," she replied.

Mason kept his eyes closed, and continued to hold Billy's hand, until he dozed off.

Billy was relieved to see Mason drop off. He stayed on the bed with Mason, alert to his lover's slightest movement.

Mason was still asleep when Daisy Monroe returned to the small hospital. She signaled for Billy to join her in the hall. "Hi sweetheart," she said, giving Billy a hug and kiss. "I brought you a change of clothes. I thought you might be more comfortable sleeping in these." She handed Billy a pair of soft sweat pants, his long sleeve 'Warning: Property of a Firefighter' t-shirt, and his monkey socks. "I also picked you up some dinner at the Grille." She noticed Billy start to protest. "Hush, you. Mason would not be happy if you didn't eat dinner. I got you a steak sandwich, with salad instead of French fries; I expect you to eat your salad. If you do, I'll let you have the piece of Mason's chocolate cake that I brought from your house. Now why don't you go change and eat your dinner. I'll sit with Mason for a while, and then leave you two alone for the night."

While she was talking he'd slipped off his t-shirt and wriggled into the long sleeve top. He loved the top, and had laughed so hard when he got it, he'd fallen off the couch he was sitting on. He looked at Daisy turning on his charm.

"Yes ma'am," Billy replied, his eyes twinkling. "You are bossier than Mason you know," he said, "He gets me french fries." He looked at Mason's Mama and gave her his best winsome smile, "If I promise to eat the salad, can I have the chocolate cake first?"

Daisy kissed Billy on the nose. "No, you will eat your dinner first young man. I think you should eat it in the visitor's lounge, honey. The smell of the food, maybe to much for Mason." Billy frowned at the suggestion. "I promise you can have him back when you’re finished," Daisy teased. "I expect you to actually eat that dinner, not push it around on the plate or hide it in the trash. I'm a mother and I'll know if you do," she told him.

Mrs. Monroe kissed her son goodbye, when Billy returned from eating dinner. "I'll be back tomorrow to pick you both up, and to help you get Mason settled at home." She kissed Billy and left for the night.

The cot they set up for Billy was not the most comfortable thing he'd ever tried to sleep on, and without Mason to cuddle around he just couldn't get to sleep. It wouldn't be the first time he'd stayed awake overnight. He knew from experience that morphine could cause nausea and he didn't really trust doctor's much.

Mason was surprised by the sleep that he got, but the nurses kept him well medicated in between their regular checks on him. By noon the next morning he was more than ready to leave. He changed into the clothes his mother brought him, listened carefully to Dr. Carter's instructions, argued with the auxiliary member about being wheeled out of the hospital, and was a general grouch the whole ride home.

He smiled at the yeowling little kitten when he entered the house. "Hi kitten, I missed you," Mason said, as he bent down to pick up Thomas. The small gesture brought about a coughing fit that sent Thomas scurrying under the couch.

"Billy help Mason get settled in bed, I'm going to swing by the pharmacy and pick up his prescriptions," Daisy instructed.

Billy helped Mason up to bed, and the big fireman was asleep as his head hit the pillow.

Mrs. Monroe arrived back at the house; Billy was holding Thomas, and quietly watching television on the bed next to Mason. “Hi honey,” Daisy said, handing the bag of medications to Billy. “Here are Mason’s medications. Dr. Carter prescribed the pain meds in both pills and suppositories in case Mason is still feeling some nausea. The anti-nausea meds are also in suppository form. Don’t let the big grouch talk you out of giving them to him if he needs them, and if he gives you a bad time, you call me. There are a couple of inhalers; he needs to use those several times a day. Don’t forget that Dr. Carter wants you to monitor his temperature for the next few days. His temperature should remain normal. I’ll leave you two to get settled, and I’ll bring dinner by in a few hours. I love you, honey. Give Mason a kiss for me when he wakes up.”

"OK," Billy replied quietly. He was not used to Mason the grouch and wasn't sure he could cope. He mentally shook himself and smiled at Daisy. "We'll be fine," he said, confidently. He kissed Daisy. "See you later," he said, hoping devoutly that Daisy wouldn't feed him salad again. He was smart enough not to mention it.

When Daisy had left, Billy settled back down next to Mason, and watched TV holding onto Thomas, as a safety blanket. When his programme had finished he stirred and looked at Mason who was still sleeping, but there was a furrow in his forehead and he was restless. ‘One of those headaches,’ Billy thought and got up and padded through to the bathroom, where he picked up the rectal thermometer and lube then padded back into the bedroom, just as Mason woke up.

It took Mason a moment to get his bearings when he woke. His head had a ferocious ache. He looked at Billy, and noticed what his Brat was carrying. "What the hell do you think you're going to do with that?" Mason growled with his husky smoke damaged lungs.

"I'm going to take your temp," Billy said, steadily. "Then I'm going to put some pain pills where the thermometer went and anti-nausea pills, if you need them." Billy didn't wilt under the look Mason gave him, although his knees did shake a bit. "Come on Mace," Billy almost pleaded. "I don't want to force the issue but your throat is in no condition to cope with any of these procedures."

Mason was not in the mood to be nice, but he sensed Billy's nervousness. He let out a sigh. "All right, Monkey." He turned over onto his stomach. "Do you know what you're doing, or do you need me to talk you through it?" he asked, praying he wouldn't have to give Billy the play by play.

"I'm used to being on the other side," Billy joked nervously. "I reckon I can do it but if it's painful make me stop. Not if it's uncomfortable it always is," Billy continued, flipping open the bottle of lube.

Thomas as always fled at the appearance of the lube. "Stupid cat," Billy groused, "He doesn't know the difference between fucking and medical procedures." Billy generously coated the thermometer with lube and holding his breath slightly began to insert it into Mason's butt. He felt some resistance but he was gentle and gently stroked Mason's butt, "Open up for me honey," he said softly, remembering his first encounter with the anal thermometer.

Mason hadn’t realized he was clenching, until he heard Billy. He took a deep breath, which caused the coughing to start. He curled into a ball until it stopped, and then resumed his position, and concentrated hard on relaxing. It wasn’t easy, when he knew what would happen when he did.

Billy waited until Mason's coughing fit was over, and his Top was back in position. He saw Mason relax and quickly and smoothly inserted the thermometer as if he'd done it a million times before. He let out a 
sigh and began to breath again. He suddenly realised something, "How long does it have to be in there?" he asked anxiously.

Mason let out sigh. Having the glass thermometer in his rectum wasn’t as bad as he remembered from his childhood, but he still wouldn’t describe it as a pleasant experience.

Billy’s hand rested across the cleavage of Mason’s ass and the thermometer was held firmly in place between Billy’s fingers.

Mason felt as if he could feel every millimeter of the probe, and he couldn’t stand the feeing of lube in and around his anus. He wasn’t sure if he would be able to talk with the thermometer in his butt. He closed his eyes a little tighter, focused on Billy’s question, and finding the answer somewhere in his brain. He took a gentle breath, careful not to cause himself to start coughing. “Four to five minutes,” he answered. “I then usually take it out, check the reading, and then shake it down and reinsert it to verify the reading. But, since you're just making sure it’s still normal; I don’t think you need to take a second reading.”

"I'll only take it twice if the first one is elevated," Billy replied, he was very well aware of how his lover felt. This was nowhere near Mason's kink, and Billy didn't like it much either. After about four minutes Billy removed the thermometer and checked it. "All clear?" he said, "How'd you feel, headache, nausea?"

"It depends what kind of medicine the doctor prescribed," Mason answered.

Billy silently showed him the suppositories. He kept the oral pain pills hidden, he knew Mason's throat was in no condition to take a pill; he'd never be able to swallow it at this stage.

Mason was ready to tell Billy he didn't need any medicine, because he was tired of being poked and prodded. He remembered back to his promise that he would follow the doctor's orders, and he told Billy that he needed both of the medications, and again presented his butt to his Brat. Billy ever so gently gave Mason the suppositories. "Thank you, Monkey. I could use a bit of a cuddle."

Billy went to the bathroom and washed his hands and the thermometer, and then came back to the bedroom and climbed into bed next to Mason.

Mason pulled Billy close to him and kissed him on the top of his head. "I'm sorry you had to do that, if you don't want to do it again, I can give myself any future doses."

Billy giggled, as he pictured Mason the contortionist. "Nope, I'm fine to give them to you until your throat improves," he said. "Then you can take the oral pain pills."

Mason held Billy close. His husband's giggle was great medicine. He kissed Billy's neck and then nipped at his ear. "What oral pain pills?" Mason asked.

Billy continued to giggle.

"Monkey?" Mason said with a somewhat playful growl.

Billy wriggled "The ones the doctor prescribed," he said, innocently. "They're in the medicine cupboard until you can take them safely."

Mason smiled to himself, and swept the fringe off of Billy's forehead. "Baby, my throat is sore, but okay to take pills. She prescribed the pain pills as suppositories in case I was having trouble keeping them down." He kissed Billy's neck again. "I think if I need more of the pain meds we should try them orally. It's good to know how my stomach will handle them." Mason laughed at the firm look Billy gave him. "I'm not trying to get out of anything. I promised you I would follow the doctor's orders, and I will."

Billy relaxed into Mason. "Ah, drugs are a wonderful thing," Mason said, as he could feel the nausea and headache finally relenting. He slid his hand into Billy's sweat pants, wrapped his hand around Billy's cock and began to stroke and tease it. "Thank you for taking such good care of me," Mason said.

"You're coughing if you move suddenly," Billy pointed out, "I'm not sure you're fit to take medicine orally." He gasped as he felt Mason's hand sneak under his sweat pants. "You're sick not dead right?" Billy asked "And I like taking care of you, if I get this sort of payment." Billy sighed in pleasure.

Mason didn't think he would be able to rise to the occasion, but he knew his Brat had been nervous and anxious over Mason's injuries and giving Billy this release was a good way to help calm and relax him. Mason pulled Billy close so that they were spooning, and slid his other hand into Billy's pants. He used his hands to fully engulf his husband's cock. Mason slowly and expertly brought Billy to orgasm. He then helped Billy to slip out of his sweat pants and used them to clean his husband off. The activity had tired both men out, and Mason drew his tired husband close and they both drifted off to sleep.

The End

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

The Green Eyed Monkey

Title: The Green Eyed Monkey
Authors: Tarabeth, Jo, Carol
Characters: Mason & Billy, plus a bit of Jay and Quinn
Implements: hand, paddle

Craig had finally returned from paternity leave, and Mason was glad to have a few days off. Although Billy was still working, Mason planned to spoil his husband during their lunch hours. Yesterday, he had fun sexually teasing his Brat, when Billy came home for lunch; Mason fed him a warm bowl of soup with freshly baked bread. After lunch he instructed Billy to go upstairs, get naked and lie on their bed with his butt in the air.

Billy blushed and danced off to the bedroom to follow his Top’s instructions.

Mason arrived in the bedroom and retrieved lube and the butt plug from the bedside table. He spent time slowly opening and preparing his Brat to take the plug. Mason then slowly inserted the plug, and instructed Billy to get dressed and get back to work. Mason expected the plug to stay firmly in place until Billy got home from work, promptly at five, at which point Mason would remove it and fuck Billy silly.

It had been a fun day. Mason spent the afternoon, getting hard anytime he thought of his Brat working on cars, firmly plugged, and their night had been everything he’d expected.

Today, Mason had packed a gourmet picnic. He was meeting Billy in the park at noon.

As Mason drove to the park, he heard the call go out over his radio, and waved as Craig and one of the volunteer EMTs drove past, on their way to the Crown Land Meadow on an emergency medical call.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Billy was dancing impatiently. Mason had not seen fit to explain to him what was gong on at lunchtime today. He guessed as they were going to be in public, so another session with the butt plug was unlikely. He hardened at the thought. He didn't know who'd been more frantic the night before him or Mason.

He saw Mason in the distance and waved at him to get his attention.

Mason smiled with delight when he saw Billy. He loved that his heart still pitter-pattered at the sight of his husband. Mason gave Billy a big hug and kiss when he arrived.

"Hi there, my love. I have a surprise for you." Mason decided to spoil his husband by serving desert first, knowing it would make his Brat drool with pleasure. Mason poured Billy a cup of coffee, with milk and sugar, and then handed his love a big slice of black forest cake, whip cream, cherries and all.

Billy drooled. His man was such a romantic. He took a big bite out of the cake, ending up with a big dollop of cream on the end of his nose. He laughed and reached over to kiss Mason, cream and all. "I love you," he said, eyes sparkling, as they disengaged.

Mason had selected a secluded part of the park. He and Billy had a lovely view of everything going on, but they were nicely hidden under a tree--a perfect spot for kissing and cuddling.

Mason filled his fork with a large bite of chocolate cake, and fed it to his beloved. Just as he was removing the fork from Billy's mouth he saw Jay fly over the trashcan and then the bench. "God damn it," Mason uttered. "That damn kid is going to kill himself; I need to have a more serious conversation with Jackson."

"Hey you," Billy teased, although there was a slight edge to his voice "You're supposed to be spoiling me, not eyeing up other Brats." Billy had early on picked up the tell tale signs of another discipline relationship between Jack and Jason.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Jay headed out towards the library park. He quickly glanced around to make sure the pain in the ass, fire captain, was not around, or the cute cop that patrolled the area.

Jay did a few practice runs up and down the sidewalk, jumping over a trashcan, and a bench. The board handled like a dream. Jay headed over to the steps with the handrails; he bent his knees and grabbed the edge of the in board in one swift move. He was up, and then sliding down the handrails, but just as he went to jump the opening between rails, the board shifted under his feet. Jay flew through the air, landing first on his shoulder, and then sliding ten or twelve feet on his side, before his head stopped the slide, by hitting the cement flower box. Jay shouted in pain as he felt and heard a pop in his arm, and then again when he heard and felt the thunk of hitting his head. His world went black.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Mason gave Billy a smile and was leaning in to kiss his darling jealous Brat, when he saw Jason flying through the air. Mason grabbed the keys from his pocket and placed them in Billy’s hand. “Go to my truck now and grab both my first aid kits,” he instructed Billy.

Billy gave Mason a confused look.

“Jay’s had a bad fall, go now,” Mason ordered, pointing towards the truck.

Billy took off in the direction Mason had pointed. "Where did he park the fucking truck?" Billy looked around spying it and headed for it at a dead run.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Mason unhooked his radio from his hip and started speaking as he ran towards the limp body. He alerted dispatch that he was responding to an injured skateboarder and was patched through to the medical centre.

Mason arrived by Jay’s side, as Jay was coming to. “Jay, Jason, this is Mason. Do you know where you are?”

Jay’s eyes opened then closed, he tried to shake his to get his bearings straight. He opened his eyes again and saw Mason staring at him, "On the ground dude." Jay told him as he tried to get up.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Mason placed his hands on either side of Jay's head, to hold it still. "Jay, I need you to lay still 
so I can check you out." Mason looked down into Jay's eyes, checking his pupils. He did a 
quick assessment noting that Jay's arm was fractured and bleeding. 

Billy had brought both first aid kits, the normal car one and the paramedic one. "Here you go," he said.

"Thanks baby,” Mason said as he took hold of his gear.

"Why don't I go get Craig and we can 
carry on with our picnic?"

"Craig's out on a call, Baby, It's just me for a while. Hold my radio. Remember when I showed you 
how to use it?" Mason asked. "We're patched through to the hospital. I want you to relay 
what I say to them. Okay?"

"Yeah," Billy replied. "I remember." He noted absently that Jason was very handsome. He shook his head "Get a grip," he said to himself "You know this guy is partnered to Jack."

Mason opened his first aid kit and pulled on a pair of latex gloves, and grabbed his scissors. 
"Jay, I need to get a better look at your arm and shoulder, I'm going to cut open your shirt."

"No, it’s brand new dude, just pull it off." Jay told the big man, and he tried to pull the shirt off himself. "FUCK!" Jay yelled.

"Jason!" Mason's voice grew very stern. "I need you to lie still now, so you don’t injure yourself anymore. Do you understand me?"

Billy bit back a smile. "Better listen to him dude," he said, "He ain't kidding around." Billy knew Mason's Top voice when he heard it.

"Just let me up so I can go home,” Jay demanded. Jay tried to fight Mason off, but stopped when he felt a wave of nausea. He closed his eyes tight and tried to roll onto his side. "Sick!" Jay said.

Mason helped Jay onto his side. “Take slow breaths,” Mason instructed. Jay’s breathing returned to normal, and Mason ran soft circles on his back, until he was sure Jason wasn’t going vomit, and then he rolled Jay onto his back. “Better?” Mason asked. He brought his voice down to a more calming tone. “Okay, sweetheart, I know you’re scared. I can’t let you go home, you’re going to have to go to the hospital. I’ll take good care of you until you get there. Now, why don’t I have Billy call Jack, and you be good and lay still for me while I finish checking you out?”

"What am I, a fucking telephone exchange?" Billy asked. "And he's not your fucking sweetheart I am." Billy crossed his arms but wilted at the look Mason shot him. "Ok, grab his cell phone and I'll call Jack."

"He's out of town, and I don't know when he'll be home." Jay told Mason. Jay licked his dry lips. "And you can't take me if I don't want to go."

Billy was still cowed by the look Mason had given him, but he did roll 
his eyes. ‘Stupid bastard,’ he thought to himself. ‘Mason doesn't take no for an answer.’

"You are correct, I can't take you if you don't want to go. But, if you aren't going to let me take you to the hospital for your own health, than I think you need to think of your partner. Jack loves you very much and he would be devastated if you had a bad head injury that you let go untreated. And whether he is out of town or not, he would want to know, and needs to know that you are hurt." Mason looked over at Billy, giving him a very stern look about his recent behavior. "Billy, please call Jack and tell him that Jay has had a skateboarding accident and needs to go to the hospital."

Billy picked up the phone and dialed Jack. He explained the situation to Jack and then reported back. "Hey prat," Billy said, somewhat shaken with Jack's use of his Top's protective voice. "Jack says to calm down and listen to Mace. He'll be 
back as soon as he can." He shivered at the LOOK Mason gave him, and he 
thought Jack had been scary. His blood ran cold.

"Fine, my medical, information’s in my wallet." Jay told him. "He's going to kill me," Jay mumbled out loud.

"He's not going to kill you, he loves you," Mason said. As Jay settled, Mason placed a bandage on his arm and secured it in a brace. "Thank you," Mason said to Jay.

"William, I don't know what has gotten into you, but I expect it to stop right now. I need your help, not your attitude." Mason took an IV out of his bag. "Jason, I need to start an IV. Don't worry you won't feel a thing. I promise." Mason quickly and expertly started Jay's IV, and handed the bag to Billy. "Please hold that up for me, Monkey, while I finish examining Jay."

Billy chanted a litany in his head ‘I'm dead, I'm dead.’ Mason's use of his proper name, sent him right back to the bed and breakfast during their honeymoon.

Mason ran his hands down Jay's body, examining his abdomen, hips and legs. "Okay Jay, I need to check out your back, I'm going to roll you over, this may hurt a bit."

Mason rolled Jay over, and discovered that Jay had ripped out the back of his jeans. His butt and upper thighs were pretty badly scratched. "Jay, honey," Mason tried to sooth Jay knowing he was on the verge of a major outburst. "I'm going to cut your pants off. I need to get the material away from your abrasions."

"Cut my pants off. Dude, nothing’s on under them," Jay whispered to Mason.

Billy couldn't hold back a laugh when Jay's whisper reached him.

Mason gave Jay a sad smile. "Sorry kiddo, but I think you’d rather be embarrassed than have to deal with the ED staff trying to get your pants off if that blood clots. I'll just cut off what I need to, and I'll keep you covered in the front, okay?"

Jay let out a sigh. "Yeah alright, go ahead." Jay told him. He turned his head toward Billy. "What’re you laughing at?" Jay asked.

"You, man. You're lying there with a busted arm and you're worried you don't have underpants on. Didn't you listen to your mother about wearing clean underpants in case you had to be taken to hospital?" Billy laughed, "Jeez it's not like you've got anything special."

"Fuck you asshole." Jay tried to give Billy the finger but it was difficult with one arm tied down to his chest, and the other one with an IV hanging out of it. "And my mom could hardly care less if I was alive or dead, say nothing about clean underpants." Jay snapped back.

Mason looked at Jay, and gave him a wink. "I'll bet you ten bucks, my husband's going commando."

"Lucky guess," Billy accused Mason.

Jay let out a laugh, but stopped because it made his arm hurt. "Why couldn't you find Winnie the Pooh Underoos for him?” Jay asked with a smiled.

"Fuck you man," Billy replied. "You interrupted a great picnic with your fucking accident. Bloody show-off."

Mason reached over and applied a firm swat to Billy's butt. "I don't want to hear one more word from you, unless I give you permission to speak."

Mason reached into his bag and withdrew a vial and syringe from his bag. As Jay began to laugh at Billy, Mason swabbed Jay's hip and injected the painkiller. "That goes for you too, Jason. I don't think Jack would be very thrilled with your behaviour today. So, from now on you are both are going to do EXACTLY as I say. There will be no arguments!"

"Sorry." Jay told him.

Billy jumped. ‘Shit,’ he thought to himself, that swat really 
stung. "Yes sir," he muttered, glaring at Jay.

"Owww! You're not..." Jay stop short at the look Mason gave him. "Fine," Jay snapped.

Mason relayed Jay's vitals for Billy to relay to the hospital. The hospital informed the group that Craig had just arrived with his patient, and as long as Jay was stable, they would have Craig leave to pick up Jay as soon as he reported on his patient.

Mason cleaned and bandaged the scrapes and cuts on Jay's hip and buttocks. He than placed a blanket on the ground underneath Jay, and covered him up with another. Mason did another assessment of Jason's wounds, and checked his pupils and mental status. "Okay, Jay it shouldn't be too much longer before we can get you to the hospital. How's your stomach feeling? Are you still feeling nauseous?"

"Yeah it's fine for now," Jay told him. When Mason went to stand up Jay grabbed his hand and pulled him down. "Umm, Mason can you go with me, please? And stay until Jack gets back, ‘cause I don't like hospitals?" Jay asked giving Mason a scared look and a weak smile.

Mason brushed Jay's hair out of his eyes. "Of course I will, honey. I've got the day off, so I can stay with you as long as you need. Jack’s a good friend, and I wouldn't want him to worry that you were all alone." Mason continued to softly brush Jay's hair, as it seemed to be calming him. He looked up towards Billy, who had also calmed, and was quietly holding Jay's IV. He gave his Brat a wink and a smile. "Jay, did Jack ever tell you about the time I was baby-sitting him, and he put a snake in the mail box to scare our mail lady?"

Billy was quietly fuming. ‘Why the hell did Jason want Mason? Craig would stay with him if he was that scared.’ He kept quiet; he knew he'd pushed Mason about as far as he could.

"No, he hasn't told me about that." Jay told him feeling much calmer now than he had been a few minutes ago. Jay was so relaxed without meaning to he pushed his head into Mason’s hand and let out a soft purring sound.

Mason smiled at Jay's purring. "I'm glad that shot is doing some good, kiddo. Hmmm, let's see…” Mason continued with the story, but also noticed that his Brat was still brooding. He placed a hand on Billy's knee, blew him a kiss, and mouthed, 'thank you,’ before he continued with the story.

The hand on the knee and the mouthed, ‘thank you,’ didn’t mollify Billy. He had to reign in his temper, when he saw Jason move his head into Mason's hands, and start purring. If Jason hadn't been hurt already, he'd have punched him in the mouth. It didn't occur to him that if Jason hadn't been hurt, the situation wouldn't have occurred.

Jay gave Mason a sweet smile, and without thinking he gave the back of Mason hand a gentle rub. Jay let out a yawn, "No, don't stop that feels nice." Jay said through half closed eyes, when Mason stopped rubbing his head.

Mason resumed smoothing the hair off Jay’s forehead until he finished telling the story of the time he paddled Jackson with a wooden spoon.

"Wow my Jack was a total brat as a kid huh?" Jay giggled. "We have a snake her name is Amie." Jay told Mason. Jay licked his dry lips. "Thirsty," Jay told him.

Billy winced and felt some sympathy with Jack. His jealously factor was rising as he saw Jason touch Mason's hand. "Hands off," he growled unable to say silent any longer. "He's my husband not your play toy," he hissed.

"Huh??" Jay said, sounding a bit confused.

Mason was thankful to see Craig pulling up in the ambulance. "Give me just a minute, kiddo," Mason said to Jay. He stood and took the IV from Billy, and pulled his husband into a hug, and whispered into his ear. "I'm sorry this has been so hard for you, baby. I love you, and only you. Part of my job is to calm and reassure my patients, that's what I was doing for Jay. I did nothing for him that I wouldn't for any other patient, because I always think about how would I want someone to take care of you, if I couldn't be there. Now look Craig's here, and I need to help him get Jay into the ambulance, and your lunch hour is over. I'm sorry our picnic didn't go as planned. I owe you one, okay. I'm going to go to the hospital with Jay, while you back to the garage, and you and I can talk more about this tonight. I love you. Now can I have a kiss?"

Billy gave Mason a peck on the cheek, turned around and stomped back to the garage. He carefully made sure to set the alarm clock, and Micky wise in his generation said nothing. He'd seen Billy in a temper tantrum many times before.

The alarm went off at 4.45 and very nearly collected a wrench. "I can't go home like this," Billy thought to himself. A wicked idea came to him. He smiled, as he texted Mason, "Going to Pool Hall. Meet me there?"

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Mason spent most of the rest of the afternoon in the Emergency Department with Jason and Jack. Once he knew things were settled; he said his good byes.

His heart ached at Billy's anger and jealousy. He wanted to comfort his
Brat, but Billy also needed to understand the demands of Mason's job. Mason felt his phone vibrating M-O-N-K-E-Y. " He looked at the text and frowned. Mason responded to Billy's text. "Not tonight Baby. I'd rather you came home. I'd like to spoil, cuddle and fuck you into forgiving me for this afternoon. I'll be home in 15 minutes in the shower waiting for you. I love you with all my heart, my sweet Monkey."

Billy smiled. A night of cuddling, snuggling and fucking was just what the doctor ordered. Maybe Mason wasn't as interested in Jason as he suspected. He knew Jack and Jay were partners, but he had a sneaking thought that Mason would be interested in a threesome. He'd wondered occasionally, if Mason and Jack had ever been lovers.

When he walked into the house, he heard the shower going. He stripped as he walked up the stairs, and walked into the bathroom. He caught his breath; he always forgot how handsome Mason was, when naked. "Room for a little one?" he asked with a wicked grin.

"Only if he's ready to forgive me for cutting our picnic short," Mason said pulling Billy close, and devouring him with a kiss. "I love you so much. I'm sorry." Mason slowly ran his hands over Billy's hips, and pressed his growing erection against Billy's pelvis. "What can I do to make it up to you?"

"I guess you can fuck me into memory loss," Billy replied, laughing. "And feed me lots of freshly baked chocolate cake for the next week." His eyes danced and he returned the kiss whilst gently stroking his husband's rapidly growing cock.

Mason grunted at the attention Billy was paying him. "Oh, is that all you want. I guess I'll have to sell the ticket's I got to the classic Mustang show in Kelowana this weekend."

"Don't you dare," Billy replied, "Fuck me, feed me, and take me to the car show and I'll forgive you the picnic." The smile was wider, and he went down to his knees, and took Mason into his mouth.

Mason pulled his cock out of Billy's mouth. "I thought this was supposed to be all about you," Mason said. He helped Billy to stand, pushing his Brat up against the wall, and kissing him passionately. Mason pushed his tongue into Billy's mouth, tasting himself along with the luscious flavours of his husband.

Mason pumped lube onto his hand, and slipped his arm under Billy's knee. He raised Billy's leg, and shimmied two fingers inside his wanting lover. As Mason stretched and tantalized Billy with his fingers, Billy began to purr with pleasure. The handsome fireman removed his fingers and slicked his throbbing cock. He pushed Billy's knee up farther, and buried his cock deep inside his sweet little tramp.

Billy moaned in pleasure as Mason entered him. "I hope you're 
enjoying as well," he managed to gasp, as Mason began to smoothly 
move inside him. And then just gave himself over to the pleasure of 
his big, handsome fireman moving in and out of him hitting his sweet 
spot with every thrust. He began to emit a high-pitched keen of 

Mason brought Billy over the edge, and then came himself. He had to physically support his husband as he washed and dried him. Mason carried Billy to bed, and then brought a tray of dinner and a bottle for Thomas to the bedroom. Thomas demanded feeding first, so Billy cuddled and fed Thomas, while Mason cuddled and fed Billy strawberries and small bites of roast beef sandwiches.

Billy sighed, he was so happy. He firmly pushed his jealously into a little box and screwed the lid down. Thomas finished his bottle and headed off downstairs to use his box. Billy laughed, deeply in his throat "Now the kid's left, let's fuck again," he said, to Mason, his eyes dancing. "Unless you're feeling old today."

"Old?" Mason said with outrage. "Did you see me out there saving lives today?" Mason turned and flexed his muscles and flashed a grin at his husband.

Billy grinned back. "My hero," he replied laughing. "Leaping fallen skateboarders with a single bound." He fell off the bed, he was laughing so hard.

Mason helped Billy up from the floor and began to tickle his Brat. "Are you laughing at me, Monkey?" he asked as he tortured his naked husband with soft light strokes of his fingers.

"Would I do that," Billy replied, writhing under his husband's assault. He turned the tables and began to tickle Mason back, targeting all his erogenous zones. He saw Mason grow hard again, "Not so old," he said in appreciation.

"Listen here, Brat, I'm not old!" Mason said. He rubbed his hardening cock against Billy's belly. "Older than you, does not mean old." Mason kissed Billy to stop his laughing. He took hold of his husband's butt cheeks and squeezed and massaged them, turning Billy's laughs to moans of content and satisfaction.

"Grumpy Top," Billy accused, his eyes still dancing with amusement. He trailed his finger butterfly light over Mason's back. "I love you," he whispered into Mason's ear. "I don't ever want to lose you."

"I love you, too," Mason said, gently biting Billy's bottom lip. Mason dipped his finger into Billy's cleft, and swirled it around Billy's opening. "Don't worry, love, I won't ever let you get lost."

Billy just moaned, drowning in sensation. "Nice," he whispered and his hand slowly moved down Mason's body, to finally encircle his Top's hard cock. He then claimed Mason's mouth in a long, deep kiss.

Mason's finger inched inside of his lover, and slowly massaged. He withdrew his finger and again massaged Billy's firm cheeks. His thumbs rubbed the inside of the cheeks, and he inserted one of his thick thumbs into his partner, getting Billy ready to take him. "Raise your legs, Baby," Mason instructed.

Billy eagerly complied and soon felt the sweet burn of intrusion as Mason smoothly slid into him. "Feels so good," was all he was able to say as waves of pleasure crashed over him, leaving him only with screams of ecstasy.

Mason came and joined in Billy's euphoria. Billy lowered his legs and cuddled into his husband. Mason tucked Billy's head under his chin and rubbed his lover's back. The two men enjoyed a short period to relish in their afterglow, before there was a furry orange thing standing on top of them demanding to be included in the cuddle. Mason used his free hand to press the kitten to his chest, and provide the petting that Thomas required.

Billy laughed, as he petted Thomas as well. "I guess that's it then," he said, "Time to sleep." He rolled over and promptly fell asleep.

The next morning, he was the first one awake, as usual. "Mace wake up," he said shaking his lover. "I've got to go to work and I want a good morning cuddle."

Mason awoke and pulled Billy down on top of him. "Mmmmm, good morning my love," he said. "I've got to take Thomas to the Vet for his immunizations this morning, but I was hoping we could meet for lunch, the Maple Grill maybe, what do you think?

"Sounds good. I hope they've got their chocolate cake on this time," Billy said, his eyes twinkling with laughter. "Thomas is not going to like you at all," he continued. "I'm going to be his favourite Daddy forever."

Billy walked downstairs and put the coffee onto brew. Something seemed out of place and he looked around confused. His face clouded, when he saw the skateboard sitting in the corner. He got into his jeans, t-shirt and mechanics overalls, poured a couple of cups of coffee and took one up to Mason.
"Why is Jason's skateboard in our kitchen?" he asked, his voice a bit sharp. "You ain't going to visit the little toerag today are you?"

"Oh yeah," Mason said. "I told Jack I'd come by and check on Jason, and drop his skateboard off. Honey, what have you got against Jay?"

"He wants you," Billy spat out "I know he does. I wouldn't be surprised if he came off that skateboard on purpose. He would love to be fucked by you and Jack at the same time and watch you and Jack go at it." Billy's jealously erupted. "You're mine, not his. He's got Jack why does he want you as well? I don't want you to go see him," Billy finally demanded.

Mason was shocked by the extent of Billy's jealousy and vulgarity. He pulled
Billy to him, and embraced him. "Sweetheart, I don't think he has any interest in me at all. In fact I think if anything he really doesn't like me. I've heard quite a few strings of profanities, and several rude things said about my mother when I have reprimanded him for his dangerous skateboarding tricks.

"But the most important thing is, that I only want you. I don't want Jay, I don't want Jack, or anyone else." Mason kissed Billy on the forehead. "Now Jack is a dear friend; the man made our wedding rings, and gifted us with our matching cufflinks. I told him I would come by and check on Jay, and I promised Jason I would drop off his skateboard. I don't go back on my word Monkey. So, I will make it a quick visit after I take Thomas to the vet, and then I will be all yours for lunch."

"Hurray," Billy said, "Don't let me stand in your way," Billy said bitterly. "Come on, didn't you see how he acted in front of you? He was so flirting. He's a slut and I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to fuck him." Billy turned and walked out the bedroom "I'm off to work, see you tonight. I wouldn't want to break into your precious time with Jay and Jack." The last was said with bitter irony.

"William!" Mason called out after Billy; he put his robe on and followed his Brat. "This burst of temper is unacceptable. You do not tell me what to do, nor do you criticize my decisions. Do you need a more serious reminder of the rules of our relationship?"

Billy felt the chill run down his back at the use of his full name. However the temper tantrum he was indulging in quickly warmed him back up again. "No," he spat out. "I have to go. I'll be late for work." He quickly walked out the front door knowing Mason probably wouldn't follow him only in his robe.

Mason followed Billy out into the yard. When he caught up with his Brat, he picked him up and placed him over his shoulder in the classic fireman's carry. He carried Billy into the house not saying a word; stopping at the living room sofa, he set his Brat down and quickly divested Billy of his trousers. Mason than draped his bared Brat over his lap and applied a dozen firm swats to the under curve of Billy's bum. "Obviously you do need a reminder that I am in charge in this relationship, and fits of temper are not acceptable."

“Oww. oww," Billy protested "Maasssoooonnn, I get it. I get it. Please no more. I'm sorry."

Mason landed six more swats before he righted his husband and replaced his clothes. He pulled Billy into a hug and planted a firm and forceful kiss on Billy's lips. "I suggest you behave yourself today, and remember you belong to me. I do not want anyone else, and I will not have you working yourself up over made-up falsehoods involving our friends. Now get to work, and I will meet you at the Grille at noon."

"Yes sir," Billy was contrite and feeling somewhat sorry for himself. "I understand." He made his way to work and realised with trepidation that his stomach was still twisting with jealously. He tried to concentrate on the sting on his bottom but he couldn't. He finally lost it at about 11.30 when he saw Jack and Jason pass the garage. He looked over to Micky, who had come in, despite technically having the day off. "When Mason comes looking for me, tell him I'm at the pool lounge," he said through clenched teeth and stalked off.

He walked into the pool hall and looked around. He saw Cameron at one of the pool tables not wearing the lounge uniform. He slinked over "Hey handsome," Billy said fluttering his eyelashes "You not working today."

Cameron's eyes opened wide when he saw Billy but he was willing to play along. "Hello sweets," he replied eyeing Billy up and down "It's my day off want to hang?" Cameron flashed his most devastating smile. "Do you play," he asked gesturing to the pool table. At Billy's nod he said, "Rack 'em up then." Both Billy and Cameron outrageously flirted with each other, admiring each other's butts as they took shots and occasionally squeezing each other on the aforementioned butt.

Poor little Thomas was not a happy camper. He cried through his visit at the
vet's office. Mason was thankful that the baby seemed more upset with the doctor, and looked to Mason for comfort and cuddles, but his crying tugged at the big man's heart.

When he got the kitten back home, Mason made Thomas a bottle. Thomas was far passed the weaning stage, but Mason and Billy loved feeding the little guy a bottle almost as much Thomas loved getting them. He had a received a bit of a scolding from Dr. Chan on the need to move Thomas off the bottle. Once Mason had the kitten calmed and asleep, he moved the baby to his bed, and made sure that Thomas would find some of his favourite toys when he awoke.

Mason then made a quick visit to Jack and Jay, to say hello, check on Jay, and drop off the skateboard. Poor Jay was hurting, but seemed happy to be at home. Mason thought Jack was quite darling in his care and affection of his injured Brat.

After leaving his friend's loft, Mason went to the Maple Grill to meet Billy for lunch. At 12.10, Mason called Billy's cell and was put through to Billy's voicemail. Mason left a quick message. At 12.20, Mason placed another call to Billy's phone and once again received the voice mail. This time he left a message saying he was on his way to the garage and that his Brat had better have a good reason for standing him up. He was not happy.

Mason arrived at the garage to find Micky, but no Brat. Mason was visibly angry when he was informed that Billy had left for the pool hall. Mason informed Micky that Billy would not be returning to the shop, and asked if he wouldn't mind closing the shop that evening. Micky agreed. Mason thanked he and Billy's friend and left for the pool hall.

Mason was fuming by the time he arrived at the pool hall, and was sure that smoke was coming from his ears when he walked in to find his Brat very actively flirting with Cameron.

Mason was not jealous; he knew what his Brat was up to. He took a deep breath and decided it was time get this situation in hand. Mason walked over to Billy and pulled his husband close. "Hello Cameron," Mason said. "I realise that MY HUSBAND has been inappropriately affectionate with you, but I would appreciate that in future you keep your hands to yourself." Mason growled into Billy's ear. "Young man you are in so much trouble. You belong to me, and me only. I do not appreciate this very public temper tantrum. Please say goodbye to your friend. We are going home now.

It was Cameron who saw Mason first, "Oh fuck," he breathed, Mason was vibrating pissed off Top to the entire lounge. He saw Billy half turn and bleach white.

"Hey man," Cameron replied, to Mason. "We were just playing around. No harm, no foul right?" The look he got in return could not have been bettered by Chad. He backed off, hands in the air. "Hey I've got no beef with you." He looked sympathetically at Billy, "Okay?" he mouthed to him and received a slight nod in return.

Billy had never seen Mason that mad before. He was practically pissing a circle around him, claiming him for everyone to see. He was not at all surprised to see Cameron back off, he thought absently that Cameron had remarkable, instinctive, avoidance tactics down pat. "Bye, Cameron," he said, weakly as Mason practically marched him out of the lounge. The walk home was very silent and Billy was shaking in reaction.

Mason marched Billy into the house, and sat him on the couch. "Start talking," was all Mason had to say.

"What about?" Billy asked, and quailed at the look Mason leveled at him. "OK, I was jealous I thought you and Jack had fucked each other, and you wanted to start up with him again, with Jason added in, as spice. I know it's not logical, I know we're together but I couldn't stop thinking about it. I decided to get some of my own back and used Cameron." He stopped and an appalled look came to his face "Oh God, I used Cameron," he repeated, numbly "I don't believe I did that and I did it to try and hurt you." He looked at Mason "I don't know why I was so jealous I honestly don't."

Mason came and sat down next to Billy, pulling him into a cuddle. "I wouldn't ever do that," Mason said. "I'd never hurt you like that." Mason pulled Billy into a kiss. "Why don't you just keep talking, and see what comes up?"

"I don't know why I'm jealous," Billy repeated "It's not as though I've ever had a long term relationship. The guy who I first had sex with said he loved me, but after fucking me left. The second? I never knew why he broke up with me."

Billy looked at Mason. "I have abandonment issues I guess, but that's no excuse." Billy's laugh was hollow "You'd think I'd be used to it by now. After that performance in the pool lounge, I have no more doubts about you," he said, honestly "You claimed me in a very public place." He leaned into Mason's chest. "I'm in really big trouble huh?" he asked his voice muffled.

Mason kissed Billy, and gave a little laugh. "Our wedding wasn't a public enough claiming for you?" Mason rubbed Billy's back for a few minutes before he continued. "Yes, you are in trouble--Not for being jealous, or for having abandonment issues. It makes me sad that people have hurt you and you feel that way. I want to make sure you understand that you aren't in trouble for those things. You are in trouble, for continuing a temper tantrum that you had been told to stop, and for purposely trying to hurt my feelings. I also think
that there are quite a few people you owe apologies to."

"Hmmm a few?" Billy questioned "Cameron for sure." He looked at Mason "Oh for Christ’s sake you mean Jason don't you?" Billy pouted, "Why should I apologise to him, it was his own fault, he came off the skateboard, and ruined our picnic."

"I wasn't specifically talking about Jay. But, you brought him up, how come? I wonder if you are feeling guilty about the way you treated him? You treated him as if he purposely ruined our picnic."

"That's how it felt," Billy protested. "He's hot isn't he? He's younger than me. And he was flirting with you," he added with a pout.

"Billy, baby, he wasn't flirting with me. He was hurt and scared, and most of the time he was fighting me tooth and nail." Mason said kissing the pouty lips. "Jay is not my type. You are the hottest and most handsome man I know, no one compares." He gave Billy another kiss. "And if anyone in this relationship were going to worry about their partner running off with a younger man, I think it would be me." Mason teased, planting a kiss on his Brat's nose.

"You have got to be kidding," Billy spluttered. "Why the fuck would I run off with someone when I've got you? You're nuts."

Mason laughed and hugged Billy tight. "Well I'm glad we can both agree on that."

Mason patted his husband on the hip. "So my love, I think we have a spanking to take care of?"

"I'm in no hurry," Billy replied, never the less his hands headed for the buttons on his jeans. He stood up and wriggled out of the jeans, as usual he was going commando. "I hate this," he complained.

"Well Monkey, you know how to avoid getting a spanking; you just need to follow our rules." Mason pulled Billy down across his lap, and ran his hand soothingly over Billy's butt cheeks. "So, sweetheart, do you think this spanking is deserved?"

Billy whimpered. "Yes sir," he replied. "I kept throwing a temper tantrum after you told me to stop and I disrespected our partnership by flirting with Cameron." He somehow felt safe over Mason's lap, despite the fire Mason was about to ignite on his backside.

"Good man," Mason said. "I love you, honey. We'll be done and past this soon."
Mason lifted his hand and began the spanking. It was a quick and firm spanking, and when it was over Mason lifted Billy into his arms with reassuring words of love and forgiveness.

It hurt. His backside was on fire by the time Mason had finished, and he was sobbing, but it hadn't been even close to his worst spanking. He was even more surprised Mason hadn't used the paddle. Not that he was going to say anything. He leaned into Mason's chest and gradually calmed down.

"Shh, my sweet love. I'm done." Mason held Billy close and rocked him. "No, more turning those beautiful blue eyes green. Okay? I married a blue-eyed monkey, not a green-eyed monster. I'm never going to leave you, or give into anyone's advances but yours." Mason pulled Billy into a kiss. "Any more jealous tantrums like this, and not only will you be my blue-eyed Monkey, but you will be my teary eyed, red bottomed Brat, got it?"

"Got it," Billy sniffed. He looked up at Mason with a teary grin "Wanna play some pool?" he asked, "I might as well start my apologies now."

"Is that what you want? They can wait until tomorrow. I thought it might be good for just the two of us to be together for the rest of the day. I want to make sure that you're feeling okay, well loved, no more jealousy."

"Tomorrow sounds good," Billy replied leaning into Mason. "You got Micky to look after the garage right?" At Mason's nod he relaxed completely. "No more jealously," he repeated, "Even if people do flirt with you. If Jason tries it on again, I may punch just punch him on his nose," Billy said, vindictively.

Mason wagged his finger at his Brat. "Ah, ah, ah, my little green-eyed Monkey. A punch equals a paddle," Mason said, as he kissed Billy's pouty lip.

"Nasty Top," Billy accused, "Everything will be okay as long as he doesn't flirt with you. I trust you. I don't trust him." "You know I could get green contact lenses," he said smiling brightly up at Mason.

“Very nasty,” Mason said. He pulled Billy in for another kiss. This time he gently bit his Brat's lip. “No contact lenses. I like your baby blues.” The kiss grew more passionate, and Mason grew erect.

Billy wasn't too far behind his Top. They'd been playing quite a bit recently and Billy had grown quite fond of erotic spankings. There was no way the spanking he'd just received had been erotic, it had been pure punishment, but Billy now had no problem having sex with a burning bottom.

He leaned in again to kiss Mason and his hands began to roam.

Mason laid his husband down and took advantage of the fact that Billy was still without pants by devouring his cock.

Billy arched into the warm mouth. "Argh," was the only thing that came out of his mouth. A combination of the burn in his bottom and Mason working on his cock over stimulated him, and he came in a rush.

"Enjoyed that did you?" Mason teased. He dropped light kisses on Billy's body. Working his way up his husband's body, until he and Billy were kissing passionately. Mason took hold of Billy's ass cheeks and squeezed. "Can I have some of this?" he asked.

"Just want you in me," Billy said, catching his breath, after returning the kiss eagerly. "Please," he begged.

Mason continued to devour his husband's mouth with kisses, as he swept Billy off of his feet and carried him to their bedroom. He sat Billy on the bed and removed his shirt. "Don't move until I tell you," Mason instructed.

Mason seductively stripped for his partner, and when he was done he pushed Billy down on the bed and climbed on top of him. Mason put one of Billy's legs over his shoulder, applied some lube to his fingers, and began to tease he Brat's opening. As Billy moaned and wiggled trying to push himself onto Mason's finger, Mason drew his finger up from Billy's anus across his perineum, over his testicles to Billy's cock. Mason gave the beautiful phallice a few strokes, and then his finger followed the trail back to Billy's entrance. Mason didn't make Billy wait long before he pressed inward, exciting and preparing his partner.

Billy just watched as Mason stripped staying as still as he could. His cock started to harden. It became rock hard as Mason played with him. As Mason slid in he sighed in pleasure. "Oh God," he moaned, "Feels so good." Billy was wondering how he could have ever doubted his husband.

The End.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

My Vacation

Title: My Vacation
By: Thomas the Kitten
Characters: Me (Thomas the Kitten) My daddies and Sir and boy.
Spankings: Boy gets a bare bottom spanking

We had a really nice wedding, my daddies and me. We got married so I would be the most popular kitty ever. I already was, but I didn’t want to hurt my daddies’ feelings, they seemed kind of excited by the whole thing.

After lots of dancing and yummy treats, I sat on my big daddy’s lap and he fed me yummy little curly pink things. Mmmmm, we have to get those at home. When it was all over my daddies gave me lots of kisses and cuddles; they told me we were each going on a vacation. I was going to stay at this cool place with the black haired men, and they were going…well I don’t remember what they said…monkey daddy was packing and he put that bottle of goo, I don’t like, in their bag so I stopped listening. Anyway, monkey daddy gave one of the black haired men all my stuff, you know my potty, my toys, my bed, my food and other stuff and they went and set them all up for me. I made sure to try everything out and make sure it was okay. Then my daddies left and I cried, and cried, and cried. The black haired man with curly hair made me a bottle and we all sat down together on their sofa. I felt better while I drank my bottle and they petted me. I must have fallen asleep, because I woke up and they were kissing all over each other. That was when I finally learned their names, Sir and boy.

The next morning, boy got upset when I was eating breakfast. He wanted to know what kind of idiot cat stands in their food. It hurt my feelings. I’m a little guy, and my food dish is BIG. It is much easier to get to my food if I don’t have to try and lift my head over that big wall on the dish. Sheesh, don’t humans understand anything.

So, after breakfast I had to use my potty. I did just like monkey daddy taught me, and I used my box. I was so proud of myself. Sometimes my daddies clap when I go pee and poo-poo in my potty. But, did boy clap? No, he got all upset about the smell, and ran around opening all the doors and windows. My daddies don’t get all upset when I have a poo. In fact, big daddy says I’m amazing, being so little and producing such a big smell.

I don’t know what boy’s problem is. He’s just a big grouch. I should have a talk with Sir, when monkey daddy gets cranky like this big daddy can fix it. So deciding I didn’t want to hang out with the grouchy face anymore, I decided I should go find Sir. I pushed the screen door open with my nose and paw, and trotted off towards the big house.

Oooo, Sir and boy have a much bigger yard than we have at home. There are lots of good places to hide. I like to play hide and seek. I find the littlest places to hide, and my daddies pretend to get mad, and call my name. Sometimes they yell at each other about who was supposed to be watching me. That’s funny. Sometimes big daddy pretends to give monkey daddy a spanking by just putting a couple of swats over his clothed bottom. When monkey daddy gets a real spanking, it’s lots of smacks on his bare bottom. Monkey daddy gets sad when he gets a spanking. But I can cheer him up by letting him rub my belly and scratch my butt. That seems to make him happy. So when I heard boy start calling my name, I knew it was time to start playing hide and seek. It’s about time he came around and learned my rules.

I hid under some petunias, but he saw me. Boy plays the game perfect. He pretended to be angry when he reached for me. I jumped out and ran under his legs and then I lost him when I ran through the hedge. He kept looking for me until Sir came outside and asked him what he was yelling about. Boy told a fib and went back in the house and closed the door. Boy shouldn’t tell fibs. Monkey daddy gets spankings when he fibs to big daddy. I wonder if boy gets spankings.

Well if we weren’t going to play hide and seek anymore, I was gonna ‘splore the garden. There are lots of bugs in the garden. I like bugs. They are fun to play with. But sometimes they stop playing and just lay there not moving. I don’t like that. Then I saw a butterfly. They are my favorite. So I jumped and jumped to try and catch him. But he can fly higher than I can jump. Boy came outside when I was playing with the butterfly; he was pretending to be angry again. Woo hoo, game on. I ran back under the hedge and then up the big apple tree. I had a great view of him hunting for me from up in the tree. He was doing a really good job playing, he seemed extra angry.

Sir came back outside again to see what was going on, and boy fibbed again. This time Sir didn’t seem very happy about it and told boy to mow the lawns. Boy complained, and Sir told him to stop or he could mow the lawn with a sore butt. Monkey daddy has had to mow the lawn with a sore butt before. He didn’t like it.

I don’t like the lawn mower. I’m afraid it’s gonna run me over. I noticed from up in the tree that it was an easy jump into an open window of the big house. So I jumped in. Cool, there was a big cushy bed. So I climbed in and took it nap.

I woke up to a lady vacuuming the room. I don’t like the vacuum. It’s like an indoor lawn mower. So, I ran out of the room. I had to go potty, but I couldn’t find my box anywhere. I did find a big plant with lots of dirt. Monkey daddy wouldn’t be happy, but I had to go and it seemed like the best place.

I was sad, and knew my daddies wouldn’t be happy I had pottied in the plant. I don’t like to be naughty, unless I have planned it with the intent of fun. I didn’t potty in the big house plant on purpose. I couldn’t find my box, and I felt kind of lost. I wanted to go back to the little cottage, where my food, toys, potty and bed were. I was getting a little scared and I started to cry. I was so grateful when a nice lady found me and took me to Sir. She gave good cuddles. I was so excited to see Sir, that when he took me in his arms. I gave him lots of cuddles, and lots of purrs. I also made sure to tell him all about my morning that I wanted to go back to his house, and that I thought boy needed some attention—because he seemed a little grouchy.

Sir and I arrived back at the cottage. Sir took me to the potty. I was very excited to see my potty. I purred and made sure to tell my potty how happy I was to see it. I was a little worried about boy though. I wanted him to stop being a grouchy puss, but Sir was using the voice that big daddy uses when monkey daddy is in trouble. I hoped that Sir was telling boy the right way to play hide and seek, because boy doesn’t play properly. He has to actually find me! My daddies always find me.

Well it was probably best if I left Sir and boy to have their discussion, so I decided to do a little ‘sploring. I started in the bedroom. They had a big fancy closet, with lots of shoes. I would need to remember this would be a good place at naptime. Then I checked out their dresser. Nothing super exciting, some smelly things, a plate with some of that stuff big daddy calls money. I don’t know what money is, but big daddy makes it sound like it’s important. The bed looked like it might be comfy, so I checked it out. It smelled like Sir and boy, and I thought it needed to smell a little more like me, so I rubbed myself all over the pillows, and the blankies. Ah, much better. Since I wasn’t very tired--there wasn’t much reason to stay on the bed. I decided to check out how good of a hiding place under the bed was.

Hmm, this under the bed is excellent!!! Way better than at home. There are boxes to hide behind, and not as many dust bunnies. I don’t like dust bunnies; they make me sneeze. I like to hide in boxes, so I decided to see if I could get inside any of them. I decided to start with the big box, because the lid looked like it might be a little open. Uhhh! OOOO! Ohhhhh! Rrrrrrrr! Hsssssss! Finally after much work and a serious conversation with the lid, I got it open. Hey, this is way cool!!! This is where they keep all their cat toys. I didn’t see another cat, maybe these are all for me!!!! Hey, look they have some big cat collars in here!!! I like my collar; it was a present from my daddies. It has a little bell. I’m gonna try this one on. Ugg, help! Help! Help! Help! Oh hey, this is kind of cool, it is pink and squishy. What a cool toy! I must have it. Wait, I’m still stuck! Help! Help! Help! Yep, I’m definitely keeping this toy. Prrrrrr! Prrrrr! I want out of this collar! Help! Help! Help!

Sir and boy came running to save me. Sir lifted me out of the box. He and boy were laughing! Laughing at me! Sir took the collar off of me and set me on the bed. He patted my bottom and told me to stay out of trouble. Hmff. I turned around, so I wasn’t looking at either Sir or boy, and began to clean my paws they seemed a little dirty. I finished giving myself a bath, and then I took a nap.

I woke up from my nap, and the house was quiet. I wondered out into the big room and saw boy reading something. I wanted to see what it was…I like to read too. So, I jumped onto his lap and stood on his book, so I could see the letters. Boy got all mad, and said bad words, and then he put me back out in the garden and shut the front door. I was not happy. I cried, and cried, and cried, but the mean boy wouldn’t answer the door. So I decided to go back to the big house and find Sir. There was a door open so I wondered in. There was a big kitchen, and it smelled good. Like when big daddy makes cake. I hopped up on a chair and then on the counter, and there were pans with the greasy powdery stuff that tastes really good…so I started to lick at the pan. And then this scary old lady yelled at me and started chasing me with a broom! I cried and ran really fast out of the kitchen and down the hall and right into Sir. He saved me from the scary lady. He said he was going to take me back to see boy. I wasn’t happy and I scratched Sir. I wanted to stay with him. He was much nicer than boy. We got back to the little house, and Sir was not happy with boy. He asked boy how I had gotten out again…and boy didn’t answer Sir. Sir said maybe they should go discuss it in the study. Boy seemed sad and said they might as well he was going to end up there anyway. I decided to go have a snack while they went to talk. Then I heard the smacking sound, like when big daddy spanks monkey daddy. I ran to the study, and peeked my head around the door…oh my goodness, boy was over Sir’s lap, getting his bare bottom spanked. Poor boy, he had been kind of mean, but I know that monkey daddy doesn’t like to have his bottom spanked. Then boy started to cry. I hate it when my monkey daddy cries…and when boy cried it made me sad, so I went and hid in the bathroom cupboard.

I hid in the cupboard for a long time, until I heard someone in the bathroom, so I poked my head out of the cupboard, and saw Sir having a potty. I said hello, and he jumped up and got some pee on the floor. Then he was mad…so I decided I should go see boy. Monkey daddy likes to cuddle after a spanking.

I went into the study and boy was lying on the couch with a soft blanky draped over him. I hopped up onto the couch and rubbed my face against his cheek. He sniffed and told me to go away. Monkey daddy used to say that too, until he figured that he would feel better if he rubbed my belly and scratched my butt. I rubbed my head against boy again and started to purr. He started to rub my ears, and I could tell he was starting to feel better, so I flopped on my back so he could rub my belly. That would make him feel really good!!!! Eventually boy fell asleep, and I stayed on the couch to protect his bottom in case Sir decided to spank it again. Sir poked his head in the room, and I growled at him. He laughed and told me to take good care of boy and to behave myself. Sheesh! I always behave myself.

After that boy and I were good friends, mostly because he learned how to do stuff the right way. He fed me on time, didn’t complain about my potties, played hide and go seek the right way and gave me lots of cuddles. Then one night when boy and I were cuddling the doorbell rang. Sir got up to answer it, and in walked my daddies!!!! I was so happy to see them. I jumped off of boy’s lap and ran to my daddies…okay I ran up monkey daddy’s body. It was faster than waiting for him to pick me up. Monkey daddy laughed and gave me lots of kisses. I purred, and purred, and purred.

Monkey daddy handed me to big daddy and I purred, and purred, and gave him lots of cuddles. Then monkey daddy had all my things gathered up and me and my daddies went home, and lived happily ever after.

The End

Copyright Thomas and Tarabeth 2008