The Fireman's Brat

It Was Just a Small Fire

2011-04-14T18:11:00.001-07:00

Title: It Was Just a Small Fire – a Drouble

Authors: Tarabeth and Jo

Characters: Mason and Billy

Implements: Hand and Paddle

Author’s Note: This was written for the Writing Lines Spring Chillax Drabble Challenge

Billy sat on the front step, with a black smudge on his face and an empty fire extinguisher. He looked up as Mason walked up the path, and saw the look of alrm on his handsome Top's face.

"Chillax, it was just a little fire,” he said. “On the good side you've been saying lately that you want to remodel the kitchen." Mason asked what happened, and Billy cocked his head to the side giving his innocent look. "I was going to grill burgers for dinner. Who knew that would happen when kerosine was thrown on a cooktop?"

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Mason pulled Billy into the lounge. He took a seat and ordered, “Drop ‘em.”

“Maaaaace…,” Billy pleaded.

“I’m not in the mood, Monkey. Take down your jeans,” he repeated.

Billy gave a pout, but lowered his pants as instructed. He was pulled over Mason’s lap and yelped when the volley of very firm swats began.

“Mace, I’m sorry,” Billy cried when the paddle ran over his ass.

Mason proceeded to set Billy’s butt aflame. He set the paddle down and ran his hand over Billy’s hot cheeks. “Chillax, it was just a little fire.”

Billy groaned, “That’s so not funny.”

Fabrication Breakers, Froward Brats, and Furious Butt Busters

2010-07-04T17:24:00.000-07:00

Title: Fabrication Breakers, Froward Brats, and Furious Butt Busters

Authors: Tarabeth, Jo, and Mel with a little help from LJ and Carol

Characters: Mason & Billy, James & Quinn, and Jimmy & Alan

Implements: Hand, Wooden Spoon

Warnings: The following content has been edited for time. Please do not attempt any of these activities at home as they were conducted by professional brats, stuntmen, and a stuntman brat.

Thank you to Lady Jodie for a wonderful Beta job.

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Two Weeks Ago

Quinn poured the microwave popcorn into the large serving bowl. He placed the bowl on the tray with the pitcher of iced tea, lemonade, and two tall glasses full of ice. He heard the theme music start to play. “Hey, press pause. No fair starting without me!” Quinn shouted to James who was sitting on the sofa reigning in as lord and master of the remote control.

“Jimmy and Alan are traveling to Jade Heights, British Columbia to try and break an ancient fabrication about the provincial gemstone.” The Narrator spoke over the picture of Jimmy and Alan, The Fabrication Breakers, boarding their seaplane from the dock outside their warehouse in Vancouver.

Quinn sat down on the sofa next to James. “It’s so cool that they’re coming to Jade Heights. I can’t believe they’re going to stay here at the Inn. Can we invite them over for dinner? You know they are going to shoot at the mine. I put my name in the raffle to be one of the miners who gets to help with their stunts. I wonder if they are going to blow anything up. I signed up for the explosives certification course today. I heard they might want to do some blasting.” Quinn’s daredevil nature was taking over and James could almost see Quinn’s brain formulating him becoming the third member of the Fabrication Breaker team.

James head swivelled hard from looking to the TV to staring at his husband’s face. “You did what?” he asked incredulously.

“I put my name in the raffle to be one of the miners who gets to help with their stunts,” Quinn responded.

James glared, "Quinn Seamus Sweeney, don't play games with me! You signed up for a course on explosives without even giving me the courtesy of a prior discussion. Now I'm waiting for a further explanation before I decide on the consequences to that action!"

"Consequences? I told you I needed to pass certain courses if I wanted to be a foreman. Why should I have consequences if you forgot that we talked about it?" Quinn replied with a bit of a huff.

James spent a total of five seconds recalling a several year old conversation about Quinn’s desire to possibly someday become a foreman. “If you are referring to a conversation we had round the time we got married. A conversation that discussed what you might need to do in the future to move ahead at the mine; then my boy you need to rethink your position here. At no point did that give you my blessing to take on a potentially dangerous position handling explosives. As a matter of fact I have made it clear on more than one occasion that ANY changes in you duties at the mine were subject to discussion PRIOR to your taking them on. I know full well that I married a miner, not an accountant, and that your job has certain risks--but I will not agree to you further endangering your life for the sake of a job!”

Quinn got up from the couch and spoke as he exited the lounge, "I didn't know that taking a course required for my job was endangering my life. Maybe I should cancel my appointment to take my Driver's License re-exam at the ICBC, because I could potentially die in a traffic accident. You had might as well turn the show off, I've lost my interest."

“Stop right where you are,” James voice was deadly quiet. “You do not walk out of the room when we’re talking.”

Quinn's body instinctively stopped. "You weren't talking. You were being a bastard!" He wished his mouth also had the ability to instinctively stop when he heard the words that came out of it.

James was off the couch and had Quinn by the arm before the younger man could utter another word. He pulled him towards the coffee table and put one foot up on the surface, bent Quinn over the now raised knee and smartly applied half a dozen hard swats to the upturned butt. Quinn let out several gasping yelps before he was up righted and guided to a corner. “You may stand there for ten minutes and think about how you speak to me; and not a word out of you until I say so!”

James went and turned off the television and took a seat in his favourite chair from which he could carefully watch his chastened Brat.

Quinn stood in the corner fidgeting. His emotions were a confused mix of anger, guilt, and remorse.

“Stand still,” James admonished. “You’re there to think, not squirm around.”

Quinn’s movements settled down some, but James could tell his husband was having a hard time remaining in place and silent. When the ten minutes had passed, James got to his feet, went to Quinn, wrapped his arms around him and kissed the back of his neck. “Do you think you can talk civilly now?”

Quinn released a lot of the tension he was holding when he felt James’ strong arms supporting him. He leaned back into his husband and took a hiccupped breath. He tilted his head back to rest on James’ shoulder feeling the wonderful scratch of James’ whiskers rubbing against his cheek. Quinn placed his hands on top of James’ and relaxed even more as James held him tighter. He felt James give him another soft kiss and answered James’ question with a whispered, “Yes.”

“Good,” James patted Quinn’s butt and guided him back to the sofa and sat down pulling his husband down beside him with his arm wrapped around his shoulder. “Okay baby, talk to me and I don’t want to hear about how this is the ONLY way for you to get ahead at work. Remember I’ve been married to a miner, who comes from a mining family, for more than five years and I know that explosives certification is not a requirement.”

"It's one of the options," Quinn said. "The other course is all about legal codes. The Explosives Certification pays more, and I could have it completed before the Fabrication Breakers come to town."

“Quinn, I love you, and as I said before I know I’m married to a miner and that a certain level of risk is involved in your job. But we both know that with using proper safety procedures that risk is made minimum. However, when you bring explosives into the mix, the risks go up and they reach a point that I as your husband am not prepared to accept. I’m sorry if you find it to be draconian of me, but this is one area where I’m going to put my prerogative as your Top into play and say no, I won’t permit you to do this. If you want to take courses to further your career I’m going to insist that they not involve explosives or other such high-risk ventures. Furthermore, I am concerned about the timing of this idea of yours. If it truly is your career you’re interested in furthering what has it to do with the visit of the Fabrication Breakers?”

Quinn raised his eyes to look at James. “No discussion of the explosives course?”

James raised his eyebrow.

Quinn gave a bit of a pout. “Well, the flyer for the course was hanging right next to the flyer about the raffle to help out when the Fabrication Breakers coming to town. I do need to take one of the courses if I want to be eligible for a foreman position one day. Can I take the other course?”

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Quinn was a bit moody the next morning at work. At the morning break, Sully signalled for his younger brother to come speak with him privately. “Hey there, Q, what’s with the grumpiness this morning?” He teasingly gave Quinn a punch on his arm. “Did James keep you up late last night?”

Quinn blushed at his brother’s insinuation. “No,” he said, his voice sounding a bit embarrassed and bashful.

“So, what’s wrong then kiddo?” Sully asked.

Quinn sighed. He took a moment to think of how to describe his argument with James. “James is worried and upset that I signed up for the Explosive Handling and Detonation Course. He would rather that I take the Health and Safety Course.” Quinn lowered his head and kicked at the dirt.

Sully laughed. “Is that all,” he said.

Quinn looked up at his brother, his cheeks even pinker as his mortification grew.

Sully stopped laughing, realizing that Quinn didn’t understand the purpose of his amusement. “Quinn, do any of us have the Handling and Detonation Certification?”

Quinn gave Sully a puzzled look.

“Pop, Rowen, Aedan, Patrick or me--do any of us have that certification?” Sully asked a second time.

Quinn shook his head.

“Q, James loves you. Why would any reasonable partner be happy that their spouse was going to start using explosives on a regular basis? Janie threatened to take the kids and move back in with her parents if I took the course, and don’t you remember what happened last year when Patrick signed up for the Handling and Detonation Course?”

Quinn looked up at his older brother and a large smile crossed his face as he remembered.

“Just because Patrick doesn’t have a spouse, didn’t mean he didn’t catch hell for signing up for the course. Ma was not happy. Don’t you remember she wore black for a week and half, carried her rosary with her all the time, and went to mass twice a day? And what about poor Pop, Mom made him sleep on the couch, stopped doing his laundry and refused to cook for him until he told Patrick he would put him on permanent sludge detail if he didn’t cancel his enrolment and take the Health and Safety Course instead.”

Quinn nodded at his brother. “Thank you,” he said.

“You’re welcome. Are you going to stop your moping now?” Sully asked.

“No more moping, I promise,” Quinn answered.

Quinn felt drastically better after his conversation with Sully. It was important for him to realize that a lot of James’ over protectiveness was what any loving spouse would want for their partner, and that it didn’t necessarily have to do with the power dynamics of he and James’ relationship.

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“Hey Monkey, it’s starting. Hurry up and put some clothes on and get down here,” Mason called out. Mason had arrived home from work to find Billy stark naked, that was hours ago. They had made love three times, had dinner and showered, but Billy still hadn’t bothered to get dressed.

Billy pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants; he almost fell down the stairs in his hurry to get to the TV. He snuggled into Mason. "They're coming here," he exclaimed, sitting upright, "Cool." He looked up at his Top, "You knew," he accused.

“Yeah, they called this afternoon, insurance company requires that there be fire and rescue personnel onsite.

"Will you introduce me to them?" Billy's mind was racing, “I wonder if they want an assistant on set."

“I don’t know about an assistant,” Mason said. He watched as Billy’s expression grew sad. “They did ask me if I knew of a good auto repair shop where they might be able to have access to some tools, and they were talking about needing a tow truck on set. They wanted me to recommend someone.”

Billy began to bounce.

“I told them I couldn’t think of anyone,” Mason said with a teasing smile.

Billy’s facial expression was beginning to show fury.

“Calm down Monkey,” Mason laughed. “I gave them your number at the shop. I think you must have just missed them, because you closed early to come home and prance around the house naked.” He gave Billy a wicked grin and a tugged at his sweatpants. “I’m sure there will be a message on your shop voice mail in the morning.”

"You didn't mind me prancing around naked," Billy pointed out, grinning, "In fact you were more than happy with it." He looked at Mason.

Mason huffed when Billy thwarted his advances and settled into watch the rest of Fabrication Breakers. Although Mason's chance for another romp was thrown off he and Billy were great fans of Alan and Jimmy. "Sometimes I swear that Jimmy is a Top. What do you think, Brat?"

"Well duh," Billy replied. "Seeing as Alan is pure Brat I would guess so. He has bratting down to a fine art. He's heaps better at it than I am." He looked up at Mason, "Should I take notes while he's here?" he joked.

"Don't you dare, if you value ever sitting comfortably again." Mason teased.

"Spoilsport," Billy muttered under his breath.

"Do you remember the episode where they were debunking tales of the old west? Alan said he was saddle sore, but I'm pretty sure he was sporting a spanked backside."

Mason started laughing hysterically. He couldn’t speak he was laughing so hard. Jimmy entered the screen wearing a pair of shiny gold hot pants, but that was not what had Mason laughing so hard-Jimmy was fully covered in gold body paint. Finally as Mason began to regain his composure, he said, “Hey, you and your friends should ask Jimmy if he wants to be in your calendar.”

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At lunchtime, Billy came bouncing into the Fire Station. "So, I'm guessing you heard from The Fabrication Breakers," Mason asked.

"Just when they needed me and how much they’re going to pay me," Billy replied. “What’s for lunch?”

“Tuna fish and vegetable soup," Mason answered. "So, are you gonna tell me about your deal?"

"They're sending through a contract you can read tonight if you want. Also I talked to them about the possibilities of doing something on screen with Jimmy and Alan." A devil may care light had come to Billy's eyes.

Mason gave his Brat a serious look. "And what exactly are you hoping to do on screen? Because you are not blowing anything up, setting anything on fire, swimming with sharks, firing any weapons, climbing any trees, or rescuing any kittens." Mason looked over at Billy and saw him loose some of his spark. "Unless I know what it is, have checkout it out, approved of their safety precautions, and given you my permission."

"Spoilsport," Billy muttered through his tuna, “Control freak,” he thought to himself and found himself blushing wondering whether he'd said it out loud.

"Are you looking to spend the rest of your afternoon with a sore butt?" Mason asked sternly.

"Absolutely not," Billy replied promptly, "but I do think you're being over cautious. It's not as though the production company will put me or anyone else in danger. The kitten shot wasn't fair," Billy pouted.

Mason pulled Billy close and kissed him deeply. "I'm a Top, the terms over and cautious do not register, because you, my funky monkey, are my world. I could never be over cautious when it comes to protecting you." He kissed Billy a second time. "And I was teasing about the kittens."

"Sweet talker," Billy said, coming up for air. "I'm happy to be your Brat and you are my world too." Billy very carefully didn't say the thought that came to his mind, which was, I hope they want to blow something up.

Mason gave Billy one last kiss. "Okay, my Brat, I think it's time you got back to the garage. I love you," Mason applied a playful swat to Billy's butt, "and you're not blowing anything up."

Billy just looked at Mason, "I didn't say anything," he protested. "You've already made your view known on that subject. I don't go around and ask to be paddled you know." He took off running, his laugh floating back on the breeze.

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One-Week Ago

It was all hands on deck at The Trillium Inn the day the Fabrication Breakers arrived in Jade Heights. It was pouring rain and James had all his staff busy preparing for the mass arrival of the Fabrication Breakers and their crew. The storm was making James anxious; he was worried that with all the guests arriving at the same time it would be difficult to keep all the guests and their equipment warm and dry.

Quinn was working by James’ side all morning. Sensing his husband’s nerves, he retrieved his cell phone out of his pocket and dialled his older brothers into a conference call. “Hi guys. James has all the crew of the Fabrication Breakers checking into the Inn in an hour and a half. Could you grab your golf umbrellas and come over for an hour or two? We could really use help with escorting the guests inside and bringing in their luggage and equipment.” Quinn looked up to see his amazed husband’s face and smiled. “That’s great. Please wear nice slacks and those nice scarlet sweaters we all wore in the family picture.” He looked to James for confirmation and received an appreciative smile.

“Scarlet?” Quinn heard several of his brothers’ question.

Quinn rolled his eyes. “Sorry, let me translate for the heterosexually color blind. The red sweaters Ma bought us for the family picture.”

James snorted a laugh.

“Great guys, thanks so much. We’ll see you in a little while.”

James took Quinn’s cell phone out of his hand and placed it on the front desk; he then pulled his handsome lover into his arms and kissed him passionately. “Thank you, sweetheart, that was just what I needed. I’m glad I decided to marry you instead of Cheyenne Jackson. He only has two brothers.”

Quinn put his mouth up to James’ ear and whispered, “I thought it was because I had a better ass.”

“Yes, that did have a lot to do with it,” James laughed. “I do really appreciate you calling your brothers. Shall we ask them to stay for dinner?”

“And have the wrath of the sisters-in-law, no way. Just give ‘em each a beer when we’re done and they’ll think they made out.”

“That I can do.”

The arrival of the Fabrication Breakers team went smoothly. After being escorted into the Inn by one of the handsome Sweeney men, Stan and Velma checked every of the guests in, James and Quinn showed them to their rooms, and Mrs. Chelsea served tea and desert cakes in the dinning room.

The production crew was staying on the third floor. Jimmy was staying in the Water Avens Suite and Alan was put across the hall, next to James’ office, in the Enchanter's Nightshade Suite.

The producer, director and other production staff were each escorted to the remaining rooms on the ground and second floors.

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Mason and Billy finally received the shooting schedule for the show. The Fabrication Breakers and their crew would be in town for five days shooting the segments for their one-hour show. There were three Fabrications they would be testing--the strength and effectiveness of jade arrowheads, a car stunt used in the Knight Rider television show, and a balloon lawn chair ride.

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Monday

Monday was a quick and easy day. The Fabrication Breakers tested the effectiveness of the pointy jade arrowheads. They had arrowheads on spears and on arrows used with a bow.

Although Quinn had not been selected as the member of the mine staff who would assist Jimmy and Alan--he was allowed on set to watch the filming because he was there helping James with catering. Catering didn’t allow him much opportunity to socialize with the filming crew, but he was having a great time watching, and he still felt he was a part of show business by just being there.

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Tuesday

The mine was still closed on Tuesday for the Fabrication Breakers shoot. Since Quinn didn’t have to be at the mine and the Inn was full of guests, James had Quinn come and help him with breakfast service.

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Alan woke early due to his excitement about the set up for the Knight Rider stunt; he would doing the bulk of the driving while Jimmy was doing all the measurements and equations to ensure that the ramp was at the correct angle and that Alan was driving the correct speed. He quietly crawled out of Jimmy’s bed in the Water Avens Suite, put his sleep pants on, and slipped into the hallway.

“Good Morning,” James said as he saw Alan sneaking into the hallway.

“Oh…uh,” Alan blushed. “I just had an early morning question about the show for Jimmy.”

James smiled, he didn’t want to embarrass the man, but he also wanted to supply some type of assurance to his guest. “You’re awake early. Breakfast is ready. You don’t have to wait until seven to go down. My husband, Quinn, is already down there. He can help you get anything you like.”

Alan seemed to relax at James’ kindness. “Umm, thank you. I think I’ll just take a quick shower and then go down. I think I met Quinn yesterday; I didn’t realize he was your husband.”

“He was helping with check in and with catering at the mine yesterday. He is a Jade Miner, but with the mine closed he had been a great help to me at the Inn this week. I hope you enjoy your shower. We remodelled the Nightshade room last year and our guests have just raved about the rainfall shower.”

Alan blushed slightly again. He and Jimmy had made love under that showerhead their first night at the Inn. “Yes, it is wonderful. Well I had better get moving. Thank you for the information about breakfast.” Alan inserted his key into the door of the Enchanter’s Nightshade Suite.

“You’re very welcome. I’ll see you at breakfast service.”

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Quinn was placing scones, fresh fruit, quiches, and breakfast condiments on the buffet in the dinning room when Alan entered. “Oh good morning,” Quinn said. “Breakfast service doesn’t officially start for about fifteen minutes, but Mrs. Chelsea has everything ready and is cooking eggs to order. Can I have her start a couple for you?”

“No,” Alan answered, “I’m not feeling like eggs this morning. I heard from our producer that yesterday she had a scone with fruit and cream; I was thinking I might have that. Are you one of the owners of the Inn?”

Quinn held out his hand. “My husband, James, owns the Inn. I’m Quinn Sweeney. I’m a miner, but with the mine closed this week, I’ve been helping James here. You’ll love the scone. Can I prepare it for you?”

“Sure, that would be great,” Alan answered.

“So what fabrication will you be testing today?” Quinn asked while he prepared Alan’s scone.

“We were hoping to try and fly a lawn chair today, but with the continued rain, we’re going to have to put that off until Thursday. So today we are going to try the stunt from the TV show Knight Rider where they would drive the car up a ramp into the traveling car lab that was housed inside a semi truck.”

“Wow, the flying lawn chair sounds really cool. Do you think it is really possible?”

“Oh definitely. We’ve been doing the math and testing prototypes back at the shop. What you need are extra large balloons with a six or seven foot circumference.”

“That’s huge. Where do you find something like that?” Quinn asked.

“There are places on line, and you can usually get them from any type of store that sells balloons. I bet the toy store here in town may have a few, but it takes about seventy-five of them to get off the ground.”

Quinn got a dreamy look on his face. “I bet that would be so amazing to fly like that.”

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It was a slow day on the mine; the Fabrication Breakers spent the day doing set up and figuring out camera angles for Wednesday’s Knight Rider stunt.

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Wednesday

Billy and Mason arrived at six a.m. as their shooting schedule had announced. Mason was on site in case any first aid was needed and Billy was on the logistics team for this stunt. He had tools and his tow truck on site to help repair and move around any vehicles needed for the stunt.

Billy had been bouncing since he woke up. Mason had thoroughly threatened Billy’s butt should the Brat do anything considered even remotely dangerous, but little could ruin the mechanic’s excitement. He had loved watching Knight Rider as a kid, and this was his favourite stunt being conducted this week in Jade Heights.

The premise of the stunt was for a moving car to drive into the back of a moving truck without crashing. The Fabrication Breakers had received a ton of mail requesting this stunt since the short-lived remake of Knight Rider and the appearance of the stunt on the current television show Burn Notice.

Billy and Alan met at the catering table and bonded early in the day while eating Mrs. Chelsea’s chocolate chip cookies.

At the afternoon break Quinn was bombarded by both Billy and Alan requesting more cookies. “Sorry guys, James only brought fruit and nuts for this afternoon’s break.” Both men looked as if their day may have been ruined. “I’ve been really impressed with how easily today’s stunt has seemed to go even though the weather has been miserable. I hope tomorrow will be nice so that you will still get to do the flying lawn chair stunt.”

“Well we need a third stunt for the show, so I’m sure we will be shooting the flying lawn chair stunt tomorrow no matter what,” Alan replied.

Mason had strayed over to the catering table. He picked up an apple, polished it on his t-shirt and tossed it into the air, catching it with his arm twisted around his back before he raised the fruit to his mouth for a bite. “Are you talking tomorrow’s weather?” he asked.

The three men nodded in response.

“This storm’s supposed to get worse, high winds until Friday afternoon. Then we are supposed to have a beautiful weekend.” Mason took another bite of his apple. “Well, I’ve got to get back to the first aid station.” He placed a hand on Billy’s shoulder and dropped a soft peck on his cheek.

“Damn. It will suck if you can’t do your stunt tomorrow. I was really looking forward to watching how you performed it. I thought it would be a fun way to check out the town and the crown land meadows,” Quinn said.

“We’ve conducted a lot of our stunts in less then optimal circumstances; I’m sure we’ll be fine. But I could give you copies of the stunt specs, if you’d like?”

Quinn and Billy smiled to each other and then answered in unison, “That’d be great.”

“How high can you get in one of those contraptions?” Quinn asked.

James accompanied Jimmy over to the catering area. “What contraption?” James asked.

“Oh, I was just talking to Quinn and Billy about our flying lawn chair stunt,” Alan answered.

“We don’t plan on flying more than a two or three stories when we do the stunt. Hopefully the weather will clear up so we can get it done tomorrow.” Jimmy informed the men around the table.

“Flying lawn chair?” James said in a bit of shock. “That has got to be terribly dangerous.”

“Oh, we’ve done a lot of testing, James, and we have a whole safety crew scheduled for tomorrow to ensure everyone is completely safe.” Jimmy answered.

“Still, I’m glad both Quinn and my jobs require us to be on the ground all the time.” James said. “Oh, here are those pistachios you were asking for.” James handed a bag of nuts to Jimmy. “I’ve got to head back to the Inn to do some paper work, but Quinn will be here should you have any catering issues. I hope the rest of this afternoon goes well.”

James kissed Quinn and left. Jimmy informed Alan that he had five minutes before he had to be back on the set.

“Hey guys, I’ve got a copy of the specs in my trailer. Come and see me there when we finish shooting today and give them to you.”

Quinn and Billy shared a look of sheer of mischief, as they knew they would eventually be flying over Jade Heights together.

The Knight Rider stunt went flawlessly and it was proved to be possible at both 30 and 55 miles per hour. After the crew shut down for the day, Billy made absolutely sure Mason was fully occupied and was secretly amused when he noticed Alan had glanced around to make sure Jimmy was no where near. He and Quinn picked up the plans for how to fly a lawn chair.

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Thursday

Jimmy hung up the phone after talking with the Fabrication Breaker’s producer. He turned towards the man dressed in Star Wars’ sleep pants and a Fabrication Breakers’ t-shirt and informed him, “Ginger has cancelled the lawn chair flight. This rain storm is expected to get worse and the forecast is calling for a major electrical storm.”

“Ginger’s over cautious. We can just shoot around the rain,” Alan protested.

“No Allan, we will not be shooting around the rain. The lawn chair flight is totally dependant on proper weather conditions. Not only will rain weigh on the balloons, but the heavy winds will make it difficult to steer, and the lightening storm would make flying around in a lawn chair a death wish.”

“We’re trained stuntmen, Jimmy. We can do this in a safe way. I’m sure this experiment will totally boost our ratings, we can’t not do it!” Alan emphasized the last bit with a stomp on the floor.

“Ginger said no. Doing this experiment in the storm would violate our insurance and the contract with the network, but most importantly I said no. I don’t want to hear any more arguments or you are going to being riding back to Vancouver on a very sore backside. Got it?

Alan shot Jimmy a very sour look.

James knocked on the door to the Water Avens.

“We are going to talk a lot more about that attitude after our breakfast has been delivered.” Jimmy warned his pouty Brat.

James wished Jimmy a good morning when the television personality opened the door, and nodded at Alan when he entered the room. “Would you like me to put your breakfast on the tea table?” He was not really surprised to see Alan sitting at the table in his pyjamas nor was he shocked to see that Alan was pouting. He had received a call from the show’s producer early in the morning letting him know that the show wasn’t going to shoot and would be checking out of the Inn earlier in the day than they had expected.

“Yes, that would be wonderful,” Jimmy answered. “Oh that raspberry peach coffee cake smells like it is just out of the oven.”

James smiled. “It is; Mrs. Chelsea took this batch out of the oven right before I came upstairs. I think I’m going to go get a piece when I go back down.”

“You have a wonderful staff and an amazing Inn, Mr. Lefebvre. We have had such a nice stay. You and your staff have truly spoiled us; I don’t think we have ever had such wonderful accommodations when we have been away on a shoot before.”

“Thank you so much. I’m very glad you have enjoyed your stay. I hope you think of coming back for another stay, maybe for a vacation when you have more time to enjoy all of the wonderful things Jade Heights has to offer.”

Jimmy moved to stand behind Alan. He placed his arm around Alan’s waist and replied, “Yes I think that would be nice.”

“Please enjoy your breakfast, and don’t hesitate to call if you need or want anything else or if we can help with your bags when you are ready to check out.”

“Thank you, we will,” Jimmy replied as he walked James to the door of the suite.

As soon as Jimmy closed the door, Alan erupted. “I’m an equal partner on this show, I should have a say in whether or not we call off a shoot. I’m calling Ginger.”

Jimmy placed the phone headset back on the receiver and took Alan by the hand and led him to the bed. “Do you want to take your pants down or should I?”

Alan grabbed hold of the waist of his sleep pants and held them firmly in place. “Hmph! You can’t spank me because I disagree with a work decision,” Alan protested.

Jimmy’s strength and long honed Top skills kicked into gear. He pulled Alan down over his lap and while Alan struggled with the position, Jimmy swept the pyjamas down. He applied a very firm swat to the Alan’s bum. “Do I have your attention now?”

“Yes,” Alan said with another humph.

“I am not spanking you because you disagreed with a work decision. Have I ever spanked you because of that?”

“No,” Alan sniffled.

“So why am I spanking you?” Jimmy asked.

“Because I didn’t listen to you, and I had a shitty attitude even after you warned me to stop.”

Jimmy landed a dozen more sharp swats before he up righted his Brat. Alan quickly pulled up his pyjamas and then leaned into Jimmy. “I’m sorry. I just really wanted to do the balloon flight.”

“I know, sweetheart, and you will. It’s a great stunt, but it isn’t safe to do today.”

Alan stood up on his tiptoes and looked over at the breakfast. “Can we eat now?”

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Billy flipped through notes and information Alan had given him. Alan had recommended that Billy do some type of trial run before he and Quinn made their actual flights, and Billy had decided that he had the perfect furry test pilots back at home.

The trial run went perfectly. Billy used the cat carriers, five helium filled balloons and plastic bottles of water. He lured Thomas and Biscuit into their carriers with food, and he rewarded them with catnip and their favourite toys once they were inside. He attached the balloons, punched holes in the plastic bottles, and watched the carriers rise majestically to the ceiling--ignoring the water soaking through the carpet below.

Biscuit made her displeasure known as the carrier rose. Thomas purred so loudly that it made Billy grin. He had always maintained Thomas was a brat cat. Biscuit always preferred Mason's lap to Billy's, and she always bossed Thomas around. But she never failed to comfort Billy after he'd been spanked, just as Thomas did.

He let the cats down by bursting the balloons with a pin. He needed to climb onto the back of the sofa to reach the balloons. Billy reflected that Mason would have had a heart attack if he'd seen him. When the cat carriers hit the ground with a thud, he let the two cats out. Biscuit let out some truly horrible language making sure to let Billy know how she had felt about the experiment. Thomas, on the other hand, purred and twinned around Billy's legs when he exited the carrier.

It was then Billy heard the front door open. He looked around the lounge--wet carpet, cat carriers, burst balloons--the place was a mess. He thought fast, stripped quickly and walked out to the hall to meet Mason stark naked.

Mason growled at the handsome man standing before him, and he felt his pants grow tighter at his desire to claim this sensuous man.

Billy got hard at the sight of Mason in his uniform. “Hallo Captain. Want to take me upstairs and fuck me stupid?”

Mason watched, as Billy grew harder, and gave his husband a devilish grin. “Yes,” he replied in a low husky wanton voice. He bent slightly, placed his arms around Billy’s thighs, and lifted the younger over his shoulder. “To what do I owe this pleasure?” Mason asked. He then applied a firm swat to Billy’s ass. “Have you been up to something? This isn’t a distraction, is it?” Mason started up the stairs to he and Billy’s bedroom. “Because if it is, you are very lucky; it worked.” He tossed Billy onto the bed and began to undress.

Billy crawled down the bed and helped Mason undress. Once his lover's cock was free, he started to lick its length. ‘Lucky my ass,’ he thought to himself, ‘who in their right mind would refuse some hot, monkey sex?’ He then swallowed Mason's cock.

Mason gasped in pleasure as Billy’s warm mouth engulfed him. His husband knew just when to lick, love, blow, suck, and swallow to make his body quiver. He moaned in delight as Billy’s hand fondled his sac, causing it to pull upward. Mason grunted his release; it felt like Billy had swallowed him whole.

Mason fell down onto the bed, pulling his lover on top of him. They kissed and fondled each other until Mason was ready to send his lover into oblivion. He pushed Billy into a sitting position. “Spread your legs wide and bend your knees,” Mason growled. He pumped lube into his hand and bent down to kiss Billy just below his navel. Mason continued with the kisses, dropping each one just a little lower than the last. At the same time he both had Billy’s cock in his mouth and pushed two fingers deep inside the handsome mechanic.

Billy howled in pleasure, held on as long as he could and came hard. His slightly glazed eyes looked at Mason, “Want you in me now,” he demanded, “your cock in me,” he amended quickly, as Mason wriggled his fingers, giving his Brat a wicked grin. Billy suddenly realised his cock was getting hard again, he'd never had believed he could have got so aroused, so quickly again.

Mason swirled his fingers over Billy’s prostate, and he smiled wickedly as Billy gasped with pleasure. “Are my fingers not enough for you?” Mason laughed as he watched Billy’s eyes roll back in pleasure. Not able to deny his handsome brat any longer Mason withdrew his fingers and slicked his cock. He positioned Billy’s legs on his shoulders and used his left arm to brace himself while his right hand guided his cock into the wanton mechanic.

“Finger's good,” Billy gasped, “Cock better.” He let out a howl as the cock entered him and brushed his prostate. “So good,” he panted. Mason slowly picked up the pace and then slowed down. “Oh God stop teasing me,” Billy begged shamelessly.

Mason smiled down at Billy, and pulled almost all the way out of his lover. “What, you want me to stop?” Mason teased.

“No,” Billy replied, “And you know it.” He gasped as Mason plunged back in him deeply, then again almost pulled out of him and drove in again. He screamed in pleasure.

Mason’s orgasm followed quickly behind Billy’s. When both men had regained their energy Mason got out of bed and threw on a pair of sweats. “I’m going to go start dinner, Monkey. I suggest you go clean up whatever it was you were trying to keep from me.”

Billy quickly cleaned up the living room, and Mason was kind enough not to mention the towels that were covering the floor in the lounge. His only comment being that Billy should arrange to borrow a carpet cleaner and finish the job.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Saturday

Quinn put his lawn chair into the back of the Bronco, and closed the door. James pulled him into a hug. “I wish I was able to bring the Camry by for a wash today, but with the Women’s Guild holding their Tea this afternoon, it is going to be swamped around here.” James reached into his wallet and handed Quinn a twenty-dollar bill. “Put this into the school’s donation bucket. We want our boys to make it to regional playoffs again this year.”

Quinn pocketed the money and felt his heart sink. He had told James he was spending the afternoon at Billy Monroe’s garage to help chaperone a car wash for the high school hockey team. Quinn gave James a peck on the cheek. “I will.”

“What time do you think you’ll be home?” James asked.

“Uh, probably four or five,” Quinn replied.

“I’ll expect you home by four thirty. It’s your turn to make dinner.”

“Okay, I’ll call if I’m going to be later.”

“No,” James said, “I want you home by four thirty. I’ll expect a call if you’re going to be late, but if I get that call you WILL be in trouble.”

Quinn bit his tongue to keep from saying something that would get him trouble. “Okay. I’ll see you then.”

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Quinn knocked on the back door of the garage. He hoped Billy would answer the door quickly, because the boxes of balloons were heavy. They also had not been cheap--three hundred and fifty dollars, and Billy had spent just as much for the helium tanks. Neither of them had realized their endeavour in lawn chair flying would be so expensive. He had no idea how he was going to keep this expenditure from James. He wondered if Billy would have a similar problem hiding the cost of the helium from Mason. Thankfully, Billy answered the door and took half the boxes from Quinn. “We need to get started right away. James expects me home by four thirty, and I think it is going to take a couple of hours just to get the balloons blown up.”

Billy grinned at his friend and co-conspirator. Mason would have been alarmed at the spark in his eyes. “That's cool,” he said, “I closed the garage today and gave everyone the day off. We've got plenty of time and space to get this done.” Billy thanked his lucky stars that Mason wouldn’t do the accounts until the end of the month, so he wouldn't notice the cost of the helium until after the stunt was done.

“I bought seventy-five six-foot balloons for each of us. I think we should take turns either blowing up the balloons and attaching the ropes or filling up the water jugs and attaching them to our chairs,” Quinn suggested. He and Billy had spent the several weeks since the Fabrication Breakers left town researching lawn chair flying. They had been thankful to Alan for sending them some helpful hints. They had even run a couple of sample runs with Thomas and Biscuit. They had done all their trial runs inside the house, as Billy seemed to have an odd fear of the cats getting stuck in a tree.

“Sounds like a plan,” Billy replied and the two men loaded the helium tanks on to a trolley and made their way to the outside to the back of the garage. They filled the jugs of water first as they were acting as the ballast for the flight. To rise they would release some of the water and allow the balloons to raise them and to come down they would release the balloons. The two had discussed using a bb gun to descend, but Billy with a sudden burst of common sense, had pointed out neither of them had a BB gun and no way to get hold of one without having to answer awkward questions.

Both men had great fun filling the balloons and sharing tales of previous adventures. Quinn’s stomach was full of butterflies--some for anxious excitement over he and Billy’s planned flight, and the others knowing that this adventure would most likely end with him draped over James’ lap. But Quinn felt a spanking was a small price to pay for the wonderful adventure he and Billy were about to experience.

Quinn was blowing up the last balloons and handing them to Billy to tie onto their chairs. “Well I think that’s the last of them. So as long as we’ve got our snacks, I think we are about ready to take off.”

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

It was mid-afternoon and the Womens’ Guild keynote speaker was at the podium, allowing James a bit of breather. He slipped away up to his office and began to check his messages. He had a call from his produce supply and a wedding planner wanting to schedule a walk through with her bride and groom. James returned those calls and then called to check the messages on the home line.

“You have one new message.” The voice mail informed him.

James pressed the one key to listen.

“Hello. This is a message for Quinn Sweeney. This is Joe from the Toy Box. I accidentally double charged your MasterCard for the balloons you purchased this morning. I just issued a credit for three hundred and fifty dollars; I wanted to let you know in case it shows up on your statement. Call me back if you have any questions.”

James wrote down the phone number and quickly called the toyshop to find out what his brat was up to. He was worried sick when he found out the type of balloons Quinn had purchased. He grabbed his car keys, asked Stan to handle the rest of the Tea, and dialled Quinn’s cell.

Quinn’s phone went straight to voicemail. “Boy, your phone is not supposed to be off! I just received a call from the Toy Box stating you spent a small fortune on balloons. Your body is not allowed to leave the ground! I’m on my way to the garage, and I expect to find you sitting in the office of Billy’s shop when I get there.”

James ended the call to Quinn and dialled Mason Monroe’s number.

“Monroe,” Mason said as he answered the phone.

“Mason, it’s James Lefvebre. My husband left our house this morning with a lawn chair. He told me he was going to help Billy chaperone a car wash for the high school’s hockey team,” James informed the Fire Captain.

“Billy’s not hosting a car wash, James. Although he is at the garage catching up on some work,” Mason replied, feeling sorry for the Innkeeper and his errant husband.

“Quinn purchased one hundred and fifty six foot balloons. The kind often used for lawn chair flying.”

“Fuck,” Mason replied. “That’s enough balloons for two fliers. I’m on my way to the garage.”

“I am too. I’ll see you there,” James replied.

Mason dialled Billy’s cell phone.

Billy's cell phone was off and he'd set the office phone to go directly to the answer phone. He was equally certain he was going to end up over Mason's knees, but he wanted to experience the thrill of flying. He and Quinn tucked snacks down next to their legs and Billy began to turn the spigots to release the water and let the balloons lift him.

Mason arrived just as the two Brats were lifting off the ground.

Billy had a slight head start on Quinn.

Mason sprinted out of his truck and jumped into the air with both hands raised hoping to catch one Brat with each arm. He was able to grasp Quinn’s leg and pull him down to the ground, but Billy was already out of his reach.

“Billy Flemming-Monroe, get your butt back down here right now!” Mason shouted to his husband.

Quinn looked like a rabbit stuck in the headlights as James pulled up to Billy’s garage and stormed out his car. He tried to squirm away from Mason.

“Oh no, you don’t,” Mason growled at his friend. He began to release the balloons attached to Quinn’s chair, leaving the miner with no possibility of escape.

Billy looked down and saw Quinn's capture. He shivered when he heard Mason's voice, his Top sounded pretty angry. He suddenly realised he was flying and whooped out in sheer joy. This was worth every moment he was going to spend over Mason's knee.

Mason watched as Billy continued to gain altitude and soar out over Jade Heights. “I’m warning you Billy. You are not going to be a happy man when I get my hands on you! I want you to carefully start to release some of your balloons and get yourself back down here. NOW!”

Mason growled when Billy blew him a kiss and let more water out of the containers attached to his chair.

Mason was slightly distracted by James approach. “He’s all yours,” Mason said to the Innkeeper. “I’ve got to go chase my flyboy down.”

“We’re coming with you until we get that boy of yours down.” James replied. He grabbed Quinn by the biceps and shook him. “What the hell were you thinking?” He quickly undid the strapping that held Quinn into the chair and pulled him to his feet at the same time releasing the last of the balloons so that the chair apparatus didn’t go floating off with them. “Let’s go.”

“Alright,” Mason answered. “Did you two brainiacs have any type of flight plan for this incredibly dangerous and idiotic escapade?”

James was tightly holding Quinn by the upper arm, and Quinn couldn’t help but to squirm a bit. “We were going to head down Main Street, over the park and then head out of town towards the Crown Land Meadows. We’d turn around there and come home.”

James held tightly to his husband. He couldn’t believe Quinn had gotten himself involved in such a hair-brained scheme. “You and I are going to have a very long talk when we get home, and I wouldn’t count on sitting comfortably for the next week if I were you.”

Mason quickly shooed James and Quinn into his truck and they followed Billy’s balloon as it wafted towards Main Street.

The wind seemed to slow and Billy stopped for a moment just off Main Street near Jack’s gallery and Daisy Monroe’s Delicatessen.

Jay was up on the roof sunbathing and Billy steered himself over towards his good friend.

“Hi Jay,” Billy said, trying to get his lawn chair to co-operate. He laughed at Jay's expression after his friend opened his eyes.

A crowd was gathering on the street as people poured out of the shops to see the man in the flying lawn chair. The large group of people made it difficult for Mason to get his truck close to Jackson’s shop. He ended up parking several shops down and he, James and Quinn made there way up the block.

Daisy saw her fuming son approaching the deli and quickly figured out what was going on. She stopped Mason for a moment. “I take it the magnificent man in that flying machine is your husband,” she said unable to contain her laughter.

“It’s not funny, Mom,” Mason growled.

“Oh hello, Quinn dear, I see you have your handsome husband with you this afternoon,” Daisy sweetly said to Quinn before turning to Mason. “Don’t you growl at me, young man. And it is very funny. Billy is only about two stories high and having been the proud mother of a cub scout I would recognize the knots he’s using. He has a very well constructed apparatus there. Now just as long as he stays away from any kittens stuck in trees and doesn’t go any higher, he should be fine.”

Mason paled at the thought of more cats in their house. Thomas and Biscuit were full-grown now and each demanded their own lap to curl up on--another cat would mostly likely incite a major feline war at their house. “Billy Monroe, don’t you dare bring another kitten home! And land that contraption of your RIGHT NOW!” Mason shouted.

Billy rolled his eyes at Mason’s comment. It had been over a year since he had brought home any rescued kittens, and Mason certainly didn’t need to know about the two that Billy had rescued and found homes for with one of his customers.

Jay opened his eyes slowly so the sun didn’t blind him, looking around for the person who had called his name his eyes bugged out. “What the fuck are you doing up there,” Jay yelled out, when he saw Billy in a flying lawn chair. “Dude, you're nuts.” Jay tipped his energy drink to toast his friend's courage. “And Mason is going to kill you.”

“It's worth it,” Billy replied as he floated away. “This is way cool.”

Billy looked down at the street and realized a crowd was growing, and at the center of that crowd was his not to happy husband. Realising that Mason was near, he was thankful the wind seemed to be picking up again. He said his goodbyes to Jay and steered himself towards the park. The park was full of activity--families were picnicking, kids were running and jumping on the colourful playground, and two men were playing with their dog.

Kadyn tossed the Frisbee to Kyler, who whirled it back towards his friend and laughed at the antics of Kadyn's dog, Bandit, when Kadyn failed to catch it. Bandit caught the Frisbee meant for his owner and tried to get Kadyn's attention, but Kadyn was too busy looking skyward. "Kyler, look at that!" Kadyn exclaimed, pointing at a spot over the playground. "It's a big bunch of balloons with a chair hanging from it."

Kyler followed the direction his friend was pointing in. "Is that someone sitting in the chair?" He blinked his eyes in disbelief.

"Looks like it. Whoa, how neat is that?" Kadyn bounced excitedly. "Let's go check it out!"

When Billy noticed Kadyn and Kyler just below him, he gave them a wave. He could see Mason was close behind him in the truck, so he didn’t stop to visit with them, like he had with Jay. He made sure he was turned in the direction of the wind and continued to fly towards the outskirts of town.

He knew he was going in the correct direction when he saw the small neighbourhood that bordered the edge of Jade Heights. He let out a little more water and steered himself directly down the middle of the street.

Rene Pierce was working in his studio, enjoying the beautiful afternoon sunlight streaming through the expanse of windows. A shadow passing over the window caught his attention and he looked up to see the most astonishing thing. A man in a lawn chair floating slowly across the sky with dozens of colourful balloons keeping him aloft. Rene kept binoculars at hand to study some of the birds that lived in the large backyard. He snatched up the field glasses to get a better look and was astounded to see it was Billy Monroe perched in the floating chair. Wanting to capture this moment for a future painting, he grabbed his ever-present camera and began to snap pictures with the zoom lens. He got about thirty shots before Billy floated from his point of view out the window. “Zack is never going to believe this,” he muttered to himself as he ran down the stairs and out into the yard to see the balloons flight path taking Billy out towards the town line.

Billy had greatly enjoyed himself, although there was a slight chill running down his spine. He had pushed his luck about as far as he felt safe. He started to release balloons and slowly began to descend. He finally came down and landed just outside the city limits of Jade Heights. Mason’s truck slid to a halt and Billy looked up as the driver erupted out of his seat. “Hi Mace,” he said brightly. “What's up?”

Mason ran towards Billy as the younger man unfastened himself from his lawn chair. He pulled Billy into a tight embrace and kissed his face several times. “Thank God, thank God,” he said. He released Billy and began to run his hands over the mechanic, making sure he didn’t have any injuries. After assessing his Brat was healthy, he applied a very firm swat to Billy’s butt.

Billy yelped as the swat registered. Embarrassed that James and Quinn provided an audience for his chastisement, he blushed. “Mason,” he hissed urgently “There are people watching. I'm perfectly okay. We did heaps of research and even a trial run with Thomas and Biscuit.”

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

It wasn’t until Billy was safely in Mason’s arms that James allowed himself to stop and think about the disastrous consequences that could have befallen the two Brats. He’d always known Quinn had an adventurous streak in him that led him to trying some things that were not very well considered, but this one was the icing on the cake. Quinn had to know that such a public spectacle would hardly have escaped his notice. Even if Mason and he hadn’t known about it while it happened, word would have reached them quickly. Mason was the fire chief for heaven’s sake and someone would have called him out to respond to this. He looked to Quinn who was sitting silently in the truck beside him.

“You knew…you knew that this would get you into trouble and yet you did it anyway.” James stated his voice shaking with both relief for his husband’s safety and building anger over his actions. “Are you asking to be punished? Was this some way of goading me?” He saw Quinn squirm as he tried to formulate a response to James' questions. “No, don’t…don’t answer me right now! We’ll talk when we get home.” James moved to get out of the truck. “Sit right where you are and don’t move. I’m going to assist Mason with that damn flying chair.”

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

“You put our cats in a lawn chair and launched them into the air?” Mason asked with complete exasperation.

James approached the Fleming-Monroes just in time to hear Mason’s odd question and he looked back and forth between the Fire Captain and his Brat. Realising he hadn’t misheard them he silently began to release the balloons from the chair.

Billy tried to explain to Mason that he and Quinn had experimented with the cats inside the house, but was cut off by his husband.

“Thank you, James. I really appreciated your help and company this afternoon as we tracked my husband,” Mason paused and glared at Billy, “as he flew through town.”

“Of course. I’m so grateful to you for keeping Quinn on the ground. I think you would have had to shock me with a defibrillator had he actually gotten airborne.”

“Well we would all be better had this little escapade not taken place. Billy, grab your chair and get in the truck. I’m sure that James would like to get home so he and Quinn can discuss this in the privacy of their own home--as we will be doing--just as soon as we take them back to their car.”

It took about fifteen minutes to drive back to Billy’s garage and drop James and Quinn off. As soon as Mason saw the Innkeeper and his husband drive away, he turned to Billy and said, “You are in a lot of trouble, my dear Brat. Would you like to start your explanation of what led to today’s adventure now, or should we wait until we get home and your bare butt is over my lap?”

Billy gulped. “Well you remember the Fabrication Breakers had to call off the lawn chair flight because of the weather?” Billy started off, flinching a little from the anger in Mason's eyes. He continued his tale looking fixedly at his feet. “Quinn and I thought it would be fun to try and do it once the weather broke. We asked Alan how to do it and he told us what was needed and sent us an e-mail with more details. He didn't think it was a bad idea. He even said he'd have us on the show if we did the flight.” Billy looked up at Mason. “I don't know why you're mad. We did lots of research, even if Thomas and Biscuit will never speak to me again, and I was never in any danger.”

Mason shook his head. He couldn’t help but smile at the thought of Billy attaching balloons to the cat carrier and trying to fly the cats. He figured if the cats had their bed, a couple of catnip toys, and good handful of their treats, they were probably game for Billy’s flying adventure. The two men pulled into the driveway of their home, and Mason resumed the firm resolve he would need to discipline his Brat. He pulled Billy close and gave him a hug and soft kiss on his forehead. “Okay, Monkey, let’s get this done. You can fetch a wooden spoon and take a corner in the lounge.”

Billy's eyes widened. “A wooooodeeeen spooooonnn,” he stuttered. He stared at Mason. “Come on it was only a little bit of fun.” Billy was not regretting his adventure; he thought Mason was being over dramatic over it. Although at the back of his mind, there was the niggling thought that once Mason was through with him, he might be regretting his actions. He squashed that thought firmly down but it kept coming back. He honestly thought the worst he'd get would be a hand spanking. “I can't believe you think the wooden spoon is called for,” he moaned.

“Yes, Monkey, a wooden spoon, and if you keep me waiting much longer I’ll have you bring me the slotted spoon. Oh, now that’s an idea, it’ll pick up more speed as it whooshes through the air towards your butt.”

Billy yelped and made for the kitchen to grab the regular wooden spoon.

Mason went into the spare bedroom to check on the cats. They were both curled up on the guest bed. Thomas opened one eye to see what had dared to disturb his sleep, and when he saw Mason he yawned and slowly rolled over onto his back. Biscuit stood and stretched her front paws far out in front of her. “Hello kitties,” Mason said. He rubbed Thomas’ belly and scratched Biscuit’s back. “I hear you two had a bit of a misadventure recently.”

Thomas stood up with a large smile emblazed on his feline face, and Biscuit curled into a ball and lay back down.

Mason gave a small laugh and scratched Thomas’ ears. “I should have known you two would have loved it. He did find you both stuck up trees.”

Thomas let out another yawn, signalling to Mason that he was bored with the direction the conversation had taken.

“Well you had better make sure you are there to cuddle with him, because he’s not going to be a happy man when I’m done with him. I’m not sure if he’ll accept my cuddles.” Mason closed the door to the spare bedroom and made his way to the lounge where he found his Brat nervously wiggling in the far corner.

“Come here, Sweetheart,” Mason said.

Billy slowly crossed the living room, dragging his feet the whole way. “It's not like I was ever in any danger. I didn’t go any higher than two stories, and even if I hadn't been strapped in, the worst that might have happened is a broken bone or two.” Billy looked at Mason to see if his plea was working.

It didn’t, and Mason hooked a finger into the belt loop on Billy’s jeans when the Brat was within his reach and pulled him forward. Mason held his hand out for the wooden spoon.

They had several wooden spoons Mason used to make Billy's favourite chocolate cake. Billy had grabbed the thinnest and oldest of the spoons--he hoped it would break before Mason finished with it. Billy held out the spoon, and Mason placed it beside him on the couch. Mason pulled Billy to him and unfastened his pants. He gave a firm tug causing Billy’s jeans and boxer shorts to pool around the younger man’s ankles.

“This really sucks,” Billy moaned as he found himself over Mason's knees, bare butt in the air. He tried to relax; he knew this spanking was going to be memorable. He yelped when the first swat landed, ‘Not good, not good,’ his mind screamed at him, yelping on the first swat was not common at all. He bit his lip as the next one landed on the same place as the first one. ‘Maybe lawn chair flying had not been such a great idea after all,’ was all Billy was able to think, as the pain of the spanking began to really hit home.

Mason paused the spanking. “I hope that got your attention, you little cheeky monkey.” Mason ran his hand soothingly over Billy’s butt, and then over Billy’s legs and back. “I love this whole body--this whole man. I love you, and I don’t want any of you broken.” Mason applied several more swats to Billy’s other cheek. “I would have let you fly. If I were there to watch and make sure everything was okay.” Mason let out a small laugh. “Although I would have been holding onto you with a large rope.” Mason’s voice grew more serious. “You need to tell me what adventures you want to do and try. I may say no, but I just might say yes. You’re never going to know if you don’t ask. Not asking and just doing, putting yourself in danger, encouraging your friends to go along with you in your dangerous activities, lying to me about what you are doing--those things are going to land you over my knee every time.” Mason continued to spank until the soft white butt that he had pulled over his lap had turned an unhappy red. He picked up the wooden spoon. “And every time you’re going to get the spoon or the paddle.” Mason lifted the spoon and applied it firmly to the under curve of Billy’s bum.

Billy had been too busy crying to respond to Mason's scolding and was too far gone to realise Mason had picked up the wooden spoon. He cried out in pain when the spoon landed and tried to levitate out of its wicked reach. Billy heard a cracking sound when the second swat landed. Despite the pain he was in, Billy prayed the wooden spoon had broken.

“Damn it,” Mason said, “the spoon broke.” He set the spoon aside, repositioned Billy on his lap, and finished the remainder of the spanking with his hand.

Billy wasn't happy, the spanking really hurt, but the fact that the wooden spoon was no longer impacting his butt, gave him the strength to endure the rest of it. He knew from bitter experience that the wooden spoon or paddle left reminders that lasted a lot longer than Mason's hand. This way he would be able to sit comfortably in a couple of days, the spoon and paddle usually made their presence known longer.

He did not know for several moments that the spanking had finished. Mason pulled him up into a hug, and Billy pulled away, a pout showing through his tears. Then he broke and lent into the hug, “Not fair,” he mumbled into Mason's shoulder, “I was never going to go higher than two stories; it was Quinn who wanted to experience oxygen deprivation. He's just too weird.”

Mason dropped a kiss on the top of Billy’s head. “I didn’t know that what Quinn did or wanted to do had any effect on our relationship and our rules. You were punished based on the choices you made in violation of our rules. If anything was unfair, it was you trying to lessen your punishment by picking the cracked spoon. If you would like me to right the injustice of your spanking, I can go get the paddle.”

“Wasn't cracked,” Billy protested, “And you don't need to get the paddle. You got your point across well enough. There was no injustice in the spanking at my end,” he pouted at Mason. He took a deep breath and thought to himself, ‘I'm still not sorry I did it.’ He looked at Mason and wondered if he'd actually said that out loud.

Mason shook his head at his Brat. “Come on, trouble, put your pants back on and let’s go get an early dinner. I thought the Maple Grill might give you a chance to gloat about your adventure with your adoring public. I have one rule though—if any children come up to you to talk about it--you make sure to tell them it was dangerous, you will never do it again, and neither should they. You break that rule and your butt will feel the paddle. Got it?”

Billy blanched slightly. He liked the Maple Grill but sitting down was not a prospect he looked forward too. “Can I take a rain check?” he asked.

“Oh Monkey,” Mason cooed. He pulled Billy into a tight hug. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable or embarrassed. Why don’t we call and order take-out from the Grill? Then we can come back and just have a quiet night. How does that sound?”

Billy agreed to take-out, as long as Mason promised to bring home chocolate cake. They ate dinner and dessert in front of the TV. Shortly after Billy’s second serving of cake; he fell asleep on the couch, his head resting in Mason's lap. Thomas was curled in front of him and Biscuit stretched out along his back.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

James and Quinn sat quietly for the drive back to the Inn. Quinn in need of reassurance reached out and rested his hand on James’ thigh, hoping that the older man would take hold of it, of him, and assure him that things would be better.

James was feeling his anger rise as his fear level was abating, but no amount of anger could keep him from responding to Quinn’s silent plea for assurance. He took his hand from the steering wheel and wrapped it around Quinn’s, giving it a firm squeeze. He then pulled it up to his mouth and kissed the palm. Quinn’s hand was cold, which was a sure sign of his nervousness. “I love you baby. We’ll work this out.”

When James brought the car to a stop in their driveway, he turned and gave Quinn’s hand another squeeze. “Please go and wait in the corner of the study. I’ll be there in a few minutes.” James didn’t choose to go straight to the discipline room. This situation required a long talk before they got into any form of discipline.

Quinn nodded silently to James and made his way to the study. His brain was a swirl of thoughts. He knew James was upset with him, but he hadn’t thought this was a stand in the corner while James calmed down type of trouble. He made his way into the study, toed off his shoes, and stood nose to the corner. He started to run back through the events of the afternoon since James had found him. He hadn’t fully understood why James had wanted to help Mason with Billy. He would have thought that James would have wanted the two of them to come home to talk in private. He was also shocked by James’ thought that he was trying to goad his husband into punishing him. It was a rare occurrence that he did that--usually only when he was feeling guilty about something and he couldn’t think of anything he should be guilty about. And after all, he hadn’t actually gotten to fly. As far as Quinn was concerned, this should be no more than a simple hand spanking.

James took a few minutes to go to the washroom and get a couple of glasses of water to bring to the study with him before he followed his Brat into the quiet room. Quinn was standing as expected in the far corner from the door. James took a seat on the small leather sofa and decided he needed to centre himself before speaking to his husband. This afternoon had really thrown him for a loop, the very idea of Quinn doing something that seemed so insane to James’ mind. Was he over-reacting, he wondered? No, the whole idea of Quinn taking off in this contraption of helium and latex with nothing to protect him from a fall or a crash was just beyond James’ comprehension. This dangerous risk-taking had to come to an end. James knew he could never live with himself if he didn’t do everything in his power to make Quinn realize just how much he was valued and how completely destroyed he, James, would be if something happened to Quinn.

Knowing now what he wanted to do, James felt a sense of calm wash over him. Not that the next while would be easy but he had a direction now and that would make dealing with his dare-devil brat a little bit easier.

“Quinn, come and sit down with me please.”

Quinn turned slowly out of the corner and made his way to sit by James’ side. He didn’t look up at James’ face but kept his eyes down concentrating on the coffee table.

“I’m going to sit here very quietly and listen while you explain your reasoning behind today’s escapade. Did the potential danger even occur to you or did you just ignore any warning signals your brain sent you?”

Quinn was gnawing nervously on his thumb. James gently removed his hand from his mouth, and Quinn looked up from the floor and into James’ soft hazel eyes. They looked more relaxed than they had earlier in the afternoon, but he couldn’t quite figure out the difference in the look. He took a deep breath before he answered, “I just thought it would be a lot of fun. I thought it would be a good rush. Billy and I were sure it would be safe because we got the instructions from Allen, and Billy did a test run with his cats.”

James sighed. “So the idea that a wind gust or failure in your equipment could turn your ‘rush’ into a disaster never occurred to you then?”

“Umm...” Quinn stumbled for words, “...no.” Quinn’s heart ached as he realized the look he had seen in James’ eyes earlier had been fear. “I’m sorry, James...so sorry.” Tears welled up in his eyes. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“But you did know I wouldn’t approve of this. You out and out lied to me about going to a car wash. Why wouldn’t you tell me if you thought it would be safe?”

‘Damn,’ Quinn thought, now he was sunk. “Yes,” Quinn answered. He began to squirm a bit under James’ stern glare. “I knew you wouldn’t let me do it, even if it was safe. You get upset when I climb up on the roof to sunbathe. I didn’t want you to worry. I figured if I got in trouble it would be after I was already on the ground. I never thought you would catch me as I was taking off. How did you? How did you know what I was doing?”

“How I knew has nothing to do with it, does it? However if you need to know, the toy store called because they over charged your credit card for the balloons and wanted you to know they put the credit through.”

Quinn flushed when James mentioned the cost of the balloons--that was an issue he was sure he wouldn’t have to deal with today.

James shook his head sadly. “Quinn, do you know why I get upset when you do things that are dangerous? Do you have any idea how much it would kill me if something were to happen to you?”

Tears began to flow freely when Quinn saw the pain in James’ eyes. “I’m sorry, James. I know it makes you nervous, but I’m careful--I wouldn’t get hurt.”

James felt his anger rise again. “You don’t know that! And riding in some homemade flying contraption is not my definition of being careful. You are going to be punished for this Quinn and not just a spanking. I’m going to do everything in my power to ensure that you learn to take care of yourself because you belong to me and I don’t allow that which is mine to be put at risk.”

Quinn gulped. “More than a spanking?”

“Yes, this is something I’m not going to let go of easily. You are going to remember this for a very long time to come. Since this little event of yours was visible by the whole community and could have had repercussions to the community if something had gone wrong, you are going to be doing some community service of my choosing. AND since I cannot trust you to behave when out of my sight, you’re grounded for the next month. I am also going to look into a manner in which I can show you just what happens to family member when they lose someone to a tragic accident. And lastly I am going to heat that backside of yours in hopes of burning a reminder of my love for you permanently on your hide.”

Quinn looked at James in shock. “But I didn’t even get off the ground,” he whined as James stood him up and began to unfasten his shorts.

James guided Quinn across his lap and settled him so that his upper body was lying on the sofa. He rubbed Quinn’s back comfortingly before he raised his hand and brought it down in a sharp crack on the exposed butt. He continued in a quick thorough rhythm until the entire bottom and upper thighs were crimson red.

Quinn’s emotions were tightly strung after his conversation with James. He was quick to tears and quietly began sobbing out his guilt and remorse.

When Quinn’s sobs turned into gasping shudders James ended the spanking and began to rub his beloved’s back again. “Okay, baby, we’re done now. It’s over. I love you.”

Quinn twisted and cuddled into James. He rested his head in James’ lap--his tears wetting James’ slacks. “I’m so sorry. I hadn’t thought that I would scare you. I didn’t mean to do that.”

James carded his fingers through Quinn’s hair. “I know you didn’t mean to scare me, my love, but not thinking is the whole problem. I love you too much to let you get away with doing things like this without thought. You are my world and the very thought of you doing something like this and risking yourself is more than I can bear.”

Quinn looked up into James’ soft hazel eyes. “I’m sorry.” His breath hiccupped. “How can you forgive me for hurting you?”

James cupped Quinn’s cheek with his hand and gave Quinn a smile full of love and absolution. “Oh my sweet Brat, have you been listening to me? My love for you is forever--of course you are forgiven.”

Tears trailed down Quinn’s face, and he wiped them away and gave a small smile to his husband. “Are you going to keep me handcuffed to you from now on?” He gave a small pout that was ruined with a yawn. “I do tend to behave better when I’m by your side.” He covered his mouth as he emitted a bigger and longer yawn. “You are kind of kinky that way.”

James chuckled. “You’d love that too much.” He bent and kissed Quinn’s tear tracked face. “How about I tuck you into bed for a little nap? You look totally spent.”

Quinn thought for a second about arguing but a third yawn spoiled the effect. “Yeah, I guess I could use a short nap. Will you join me?”

“I’ll stay with you until you’re asleep.” James promised as he guided his husband to his feet and led the way into the bedroom.

A short while later, Quinn was deeply sleeping and James sat at his computer researching the programs offered at the Kelowna Hospital. Finding the perfect group to suit his needs, he copied out the time and place of the next meeting. After settling that, he placed a phone call to Patrick Dean and talked with him about potential volunteer work. Patrick knew of a perfect case and promised to get back to James after confirming with the individual in question. If Patrick’s idea did work out, Quinn would get an excellent firsthand look at the effect that reckless behaviour can have on the human body.

Two hours later, Quinn woke and followed his nose to the heavenly smells coming from the kitchen. He found James standing at the stove stirring a pan of vodka sauce with a big pot of boiling water beside it and a package of the best Italian penne on the counter.

“That smells wonderful.” Quinn stood on his tiptoes behind James, and looked into the pan. “Shall I make a salad?”

James turned and wrapped his arms around Quinn. He planted a soft kiss on Quinn’s lips. “Hi baby, how are you doing?”

Quinn shrugged.

“That good, huh? Why don’t you sit down, keep me company and we can both make the salad.”

Quinn ran his hand over his butt in an effort to figure out if he wanted to sit down.

James smiled softly at his Brat when he decided he wasn’t too tender to sit down.

Quinn gave James a sheepish look. “What does tonight hold for us?”

“A quiet night at home is in order I think. We can talk over dinner, and then I thought we could watch a movie. How’s that sound?”

“That sounds okay.” Quinn began to dice the tomato for the salad. “Have you decided about the rest of my punishment?”

James sighed. He’d hoped to keep things light until they were relaxing over dinner but perhaps it was better to get this out of the way. He poured the pasta into the boiling water and then put his spoon down and took a seat on the stool beside Quinn. He took the knife from his husband’s hand and turned him so they could look at each other while they spoke. “Yes, I have decided. First, Patrick Dean knows of a group for teen paraplegics. They are looking for an assistant to help coach their basketball team and you’re going to do that every second Saturday morning for the rest of the season. The other thing you’re going to do is to attend two sessions at the Kelowna General Hospital’s grief counselling for families of trauma victims. I want you to see what the families of victims of sudden traumatic deaths go through.”

Quinn took a hiccupped breath. His emotions and thoughts felt as if they were swirling in a vortex. He looked at James and felt tears beginning to fall down his cheek. He had never meant to scare James as much as he had. He wanted to continue to apologize, but thought it would be better to let James know he felt the punishment was just. “Okay. I think I can do that.” His breath hiccupped again, and he wiped his tears on his sleeve. “Will you come with me to the grief support group?”

James pulled Quinn forward and kissed him. “Yes, my darling, I’ll come with you.” He stroked his back. “Things are going to be okay. I love you and we’ll get this all worked out. Now how about we get the rest of this dinner made. Your pick for the movie tonight; do you have one in mind you’d like to watch?”

Quinn struggled to come up with a film he wanted to see. His favourites tended to be action and sports films--and neither was feeling very appropriate this evening. “Can I go look through the DVDs?” he asked.

“Of course you can. Don’t forget that we have a couple of Doctor Who episodes saved to watch.”

‘Ah ha,’ Quinn thought Doctor Who would be perfect. “Oh, those would be good to watch.”

“Okay, we’ll watch them after dinner. I’ve got a couple of slices of Mrs. C’s cheesecake for dessert. We can eat them while watching the good Doctor. And later I intend have my way with you, and make sure you really get just how much I love you.” James added with a leer.

Dinner went well. James had done a wonderful job on the pasta and the salad complimented the flavours in the vodka sauce perfectly. Quinn had more questions about the grief support group and the assistant coaching position. James answered the questions to the best of his knowledge and told Quinn they could both do more research in the morning by reading through the support group’s website, and calling the basketball coach.

After washing up the dinner dishes, they retreated to the lounge and started the first Doctor Who episode. Quinn cuddled against James, and James ran his fingers through Quinn’s hair.

At the break between the two Doctor Who episodes, James brought both slices of cheesecake out. Both slices were on one plate and there was only one fork. James sat on the couch and Quinn resumed his place lying beside his husband. Quinn started the next episode, and James began a slow process of feeding Quinn delicious bites of one of his favourite desserts. When the credits began to role, James patted Quinn on the butt. “Go take your clothes off and get yourself into the discipline room. I want you draped over the spanking bench.”

“James?” Quinn questioned.

“Do you need a swat to get you moving?” James asked.

While Quinn made his way down the hall, James locked up the house and then went to the bedroom and changed into black silk sleep pants. He made his way to the discipline room and dimmed the lights as he entered. He walked up behind his husband and stood so close that Quinn could feel the soft cool silk against his hot skin. James started to rub Quinn’s back and spoke softly into his ear. “My love, I’m here to take care of you--to show you how much I love you--how much I treasure you.” James started to drop small kisses down Quinn’s back. “Relax. Focus your mind and body only on us. Feel our love.”

James was now kneeling and he continued to drop kisses down Quinn’s body—eventually focusing on the warm red bum in front of him. He softly massaged Quinn’s bottom causing Quinn to wriggle into James’ caress.

James’ kisses stopped, and his tongue started to draw small squiggles on Quinn’s ass. He felt his husband begin to melt, and he parted Quinn’s cheeks running his tongue from the bottom of Quinn’s balls up to his puckered opening.

Quinn moaned in pleasure.

“There, that’s my boy,” James said. He fondled the sac hanging before him; his tongue dipped in and out of Quinn’s entrance.

Quinn’s breathing quickened, and his moans grew loader.

James moved his mouth lower and filled it with one of Quinn’s sensitive testicles. Quinn howled in delight and began to buck against the bench. James applied lube to his fingers and slid two inside his husband. He continued to pay close attention to the velvety scrotum with his mouth, and expertly used his fingers to massage Quinn from the inside out.

Quinn’s breathing quickened further, signalling he was close to coming.

James slid his fingers out of Quinn and down his perineum where he applied gentle pressure. “Not yet, boy. You may cum once I’m buried deep inside of you, and I give you permission.” James slicked his cock while Quinn moaned in anticipation.

“I need you,” Quinn whispered.

“And I you,” James said. He positioned himself at Quinn’s opening and slowly slid in.

James let out a moan as his cock was engulfed in the welcoming warmth of his lover’s body. He paused for a moment before he began a shallow rocking motion to slowly build the pleasure. With each stroke he pulled out just a little further than the last until he was using the full length of his cock to stimulate them both. He concentrated on striking Quinn’s prostate with each inward stroke, causing the younger man to gasp.

“Mine!” He growled as he began to fuck in earnest. “You belong to me, boy, mine to possess and control, mine to do with as I see fit.” James felt himself begin to crash over the edge. He reached forward and took Quinn’s cock in his hand and with two quick pulls, he felt hot cum pouring over his fingers. His own release followed immediately and with a yell of pleasure, he filled his husband’s cavity with his seed.

The two men were panting hard and glistening with sweat as they slowly separated. James helped Quinn straighten up and pulled him into a deep kiss. “I meant what I said, my boy, you belong to me and I won’t have that which is mine put into danger.” He emphasized his point with a light swat to Quinn’s butt. “Now I’m going to take your beautiful body that I own and bath it and then tuck it safely into bed with me.”

~The End~
Copyright Mel, Jo & Tarabeth 2010

Catnip

2010-06-13T00:11:00.000-07:00

Title: Catnip
Author: Jo
Written for the Writing Lines Spring 2010 Drabble Challenge

"But it's not a kitten," Billy argued, as Mason tried to lure Thomas and Biscut down from the top of the bookcases, they had retreated to. "And he wasn't stuck up a tree. He was tied in a yard with no food or water."

Billy looked down at the puppy he'd brought home. "He's so cute and I left him at the shelter but he whined so much I had to bring him home. I'm sure the cats will get used to him." At this Biscuit hissed and jumped down to face down the intruder in her domain. The puppy yapped and wriggled free of Billy's arms, and chased after Biscuit who took off. A couple of minutes later the puppy came racing back whimpering, with Biscuit in close pursuit. Mason burst out laughing.

"I'll call him Catnip."

I Don't Know What to Do

2009-12-02T06:15:00.001-08:00

I don’t know what to do. I love him, but I think he has developed a drug problem.

I thought I had gotten rid of his stash. It had taken a while to find it all.

I have no idea how he could have gotten more, but addicts have their ways.

He has more of an edge to him, been a bit speedy, and even at times violent.

This morning he tipped over the garbage, left me bleeding, and ran me over—twice.

“That’s it!” I say as I cuddle him close. “This house is now a cat nip free zone!”

Thomas' Rap

2009-12-02T06:13:00.000-08:00

My name is Thomas and I’m a ginger moggy.

When I takes a bath, I look real soggy.

I get away with murder doing the feline boogie.

My name is Thomas and I’m a cute ass kitty.

It’s a good thing because I'm a bit snitty.

I get away with murder, 'cause I'm my daddies itty-bitty.

My name is Thomas and I’m a naughty ass puss.

I may be little, but I ain't no wuss.

I get away with murder with an unscarred tush.

My name is Thomas and I’m a cute ass kitty.

M-E-O-W

You know you loves me.

Impatient

2009-11-28T17:33:00.000-08:00

Author: Tarabeth
Title: Impatient
Characters: Mason and Billy
For Billy and Jo

~*~

“Pants down,” I told him.

Billy gave me a pleading look.

I snapped my fingers and pointed to his jeans. “Now.”

He struggled with his button and zipper.

I batted his hand away, and slipped my fingers inside his waistband, undoing his jeans and tugging them down. I spun him around, bent him over the couch, and gave a firm swat to his butt.

He yelped, but it quickly turned to a moan as I inserted my well-lubed fingers inside of him. I rubbed my erection against him.

We grunted in unison as I buried myself deep inside of him.

Body Paint

2009-08-26T18:31:00.000-07:00

Title: Body Paint

Authors: Jo, Carol, Mel, Tarabeth and LJ

Characters: Billy, Jay, Kyler, Kaden, Quinn, Rene, Chandi, and Cameron

Implements: Hand

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Billy was giggling as he paged through the website he’d found. “Hey Jay,” he called out. “Come and look at this. It’s really cool.”

‘Probably more cute kitten pictures,’ Jason thought, grabbing a shop towel and wiping his hands off as he went over to see what Billy was looking at. “Wow! Hey, that’s cool!” He tilted his head to one side and then laid his chin on Billy’s shoulder for a better look. “But what is it?” he asked, trying to figure out what he was looking at. He’d seen a lot of strange things that people did with their bodies, but nothing like this.

“It’s body art,” Billy replied. “People paint themselves. It’s kind of an art form. I’d like to try it out. I wonder if there’s anyone in town with experience in this kind of thing? I’d love to surprise Mason.” He grinned wickedly. “We’ve only got chocolate body paint at home.”

“Sounds like fun.” Jason’s smile was also a wicked one. “There’s a guy who did Christmas art on Jack’s windows. I think he’s married to the Pharmacist. Maybe he might know someone,” he mused, trying to remember his name. “I can’t think of his name, but he’s real good. He’s also the one who does the murals around town.” He moved the web page down to check out the pictures.

“What about that model, Cameron?” Billy suggested. “The one who works in the lounge; bet he knows about it. Let’s go see him. It’s not like we’re busy at the moment. I can close early for once.”

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

“Body art?” Cameron looked at Billy and Jason curiously. “Why do you want to know about that? Sure, I did it once for an ad campaign. It was fun. You know, I think I saw some body paint in the store the other day when I was shopping but I've no idea why the ‘Forget-Me-Nots’ store was selling it.“ Cameron’s head tilted to one side as he smiled at the picture coming into his mind. “It would really be fun to do it. I could give Chad one hell of a surprise.”

Billy blinked in surprise as he remembered his own comment back at the garage.

“We’ll need to find a couple of artists,” Cameron pointed out. “I’ll ask Kyler when I see him next.”

Kyler unwittingly chose that moment to walk into lounge. It was a Wednesday morning and the day of the week he updated the books for Kipper and Chad. He waved at Cameron who was standing behind the bar and gave a friendly nod to the two men talking to his friend.

“Can I rope Kyler in?” Cameron asked.

Billy shrugged. “Sure, fine by me.”

“Looks like you guys are having a meeting or something,” Kyler teased. “Anything up?” He wondered what had brought Billy and Jay to the pool hall during working hours.

Cameron smiled at Kyler. “These two found some body painting art on the net and wanted to find out if I had ever been painted while modeling. And as it happens, I have. I think it would cool to paint ourselves and give our partners a surprise. We need an artist though and wondered if you could suggest someone.”

Kyler didn’t need to give it a moment’s thought. “Sure thing; I actually know of two people. But I’m only going to tell if I can be in on the fun.”

Seeing the wide grins on the other men’s faces, assured Kyler that he was included. “There is Jades Heights’ professional artist, Rene Pierce. Then there’s also Quinn, one of the Sweeney brothers who works at the mine and likes to draw for a hobby. He’s a lot older than the rest of us but might be persuaded to help out.”

He walked behind the bar and helped himself to a cold beer. “Kadyn bought a bunch of body paint a while back, but darn if I know what he planned to do with it. Maybe, I’ll pay him a visit and see if I can get us a deal on it. I’ll also talk to him about getting Rene involved as he and Rene are very good friends. What do you guys think of those ideas?”

“Sounds really cool,” Billy replied. “This is going to be so much fun. I know Quinn. Mason and I had our wedding at the Inn; then James and Quinn watched Thomas while we were on our honeymoon He’s lots of fun and it’ll be good that I’m not the oldest in the group.”

“Old is a state of mind,” Cameron commented, laughing. “At least, that’s what Chad says.”

Without thinking Jason took the beer that was handed to him. “Do we do it as a group or as individuals?” he asked, taking a swallow of the forbidden drink.

“Well,” Billy drawled, his eyes dancing wickedly. “I don’t see us all agreeing on the same theme. It would all end in fights.”

Cameron shuddered slightly. “I don’t need that,” he stated firmly. “No more fighting. I vote we get painted together but decide what we want individually.”

Kyler and Cameron exchanged knowing glances; both knew exactly what the other was thinking.

“Sounds like a plan to me. You got my vote,” Kyler voiced his agreement with what his friend had recommended. “Just one more question; it’s now mid-week, so when would you all like to get together and paint?”

“I’m easy as long as it’s not Sunday,” Cameron replied. To him Sunday was strictly a day he spent with Chad, even if it was just hanging out together.

“My garage closes at five-thirty every day,” Billy reminded them. “But I’m not open weekends. What about Saturday afternoon?”

“It works for me!” Kyler merrily announced. “And I can’t see Kadyn having trouble arranging the time off but will check with him this afternoon. Meanwhile, I better get into the office and do some book work. See you all later.” With that he drained the last of his beer and placed the empty glass on the bar.

“Cool. Sounds like a plan,” Billy responded and Jay happily nodded his concurrence.

Kyler gave a friendly wave as he entered the small room at the back of the pool hall to start work on the books.

Billy handed Cameron a card. “My cell number is on this; text me if there are any problems. Jay and I need to get back to the garage.” He and Jason headed out of the pool hall and Cameron heard them laughing.

Cameron absently wiped off the bar. ‘This is going to be so much fun,’ he thought as a smile spread across his face. Chad would have shuddered at the look in his Brat’s eyes.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Kyler grinned as he entered the candy shop. The little bell over the door announcing visitors’ arrivals always seemed so welcoming and made him feel good.

If Kyler was surprised to see the town’s artist sitting at the small table with a cup of coffee in his hand, he didn’t show it. Truth be told, he had been somewhat amazed when these two men had become such good friends. To him, Rene seemed so reserved beside Kadyn’s effervescent personality.

“Hi!” he called out to attract the store owner’s attention.

“Hey, Kyler. Come and join us, man. You guys know each other, right? If not: Rene, meet Kyler and Kyler, meet Rene.” Kadyn made the introductions as he reached for the coffee pot and an extra cup. “You’re gonna sit a while, aren’t ya, Kyler? Oh and by the way, congrats on finishing university.”

Kyler blushed and murmured his thanks to Kadyn while offering his hand to Rene. “Seen you around town a lot and admired your work, but have never been introduced until now.”

Rene accepted the extended hand and gave it a firm shake. “Thanks; it’s nice to meet you.”

“So what brings you by, Kyler?” Kadyn asked, filling the cup with hot coffee and pushing it across the table towards his unexpected guest. “Hope it’s something interesting. It’s been so dull around here lately, watching grass grow would be more exciting.”

Kyler swallowed a mouth full of the hot beverage. “Hmmm, not bad,” he commented as he smirked up at his old school mate. “To answer your question, I do have a fun idea to talk over with you. Actually, I have two things to run by you and I am hoping Rene will be interested in one of them.” His eyes gleamed when he saw the curiosity on their faces.

“A few of us were talking earlier at the lounge and came up with a brain wave to do some body painting. We thought it would be fun to surprise our partners. You bought in a small supply of that water-based body paint a while back, didn’t you, Kadyn? Sure hope you have some left.”

“I got almost all of it left and would be more than happy to get rid of it. My Dad wasn’t exactly thrilled with me buying it in the first place. I can let you have it for cost. Ya know, kind of split it among anyone who wants to join in.”

“So far there’s Cameron, Billy, Jason and me in on it. We’re doing it this Saturday afternoon. I was speaking to Cameron just before coming here and he thinks we’ll be doing it at Billy’s garage. Are you two up for it?”

“You can sure count me in,” Kadyn answered enthusiastically. “What about you, Rene?”

Rene smiled broadly. “Oh yeah, it will be a blast. A bunch of my fellow art students and I did body painting in our senior year. We actually did it as a class presentation and got an A for it. I haven’t done any since but I’d love to do it again. Does everyone know what they want done?”

“I’d like you to paint me, Rene; something colourful and lively looking.” Kadyn hadn’t given his choice a moment’s thought, already having a picture in mind.

“I have no idea what the other guys want, but I was thinking of something Celtic for myself,” Kyler answered after a couple of minute’s contemplation. He smiled at Rene. “Or would that be too difficult to do?”

Rene shook his head. “No, Celtic designs can be really interesting. What I suggest you do, is to look on the internet and see if you can find something that you like. Then what you will need to decide on is how much of ‘you’ you want painted. I mean body painting can be anything from small areas to the entire body. We did whole body paintings for that class, so if you guys want to do that of course it means being nude.” He blushed slightly. “And of course the more detailed you want in the design, the longer it will take. So you also have to figure on how long you want to sit still for it.”

“I want all of me done. I know you find it hard to believe, but I can sit still when I want to.” Kadyn laughed along with his friends. “Being nude doesn’t sound too bad, but I think I’ll at least wear a thong.”

“I think I want the whole-body thing too, and a thong also works best for me. Thanks, guys, for taking part. This is going to be a blast.” Kyler grinned broadly at the other two men. “I’ll put your suggestion to work right after supper, Rene, and check out the internet for ideas.” He drained his coffee mug and got to his feet. “I better get going so I’ll have time to stop off at the lounge on the way home and let Cameron in on everything. I’ll also let him know how much it will cost each of us and he can pass the word along to the others. Then I'll get back to you about the time and all.”

“Tell him the cost includes several large bottles of latex body paint in a variety of colours, some cans of base spray, sponge brushes and even some stencils,” Kadyn reminded him. “It’s going to take a lot of paint if what I read is true about the thicker you put it on, the easier it is to peel off. Is it, Rene?” he asked as he followed Kyler over to the door to see him out.

Rene nodded. “It could be, but I think with this paint it’s easier to just wash it off in the shower.” He smiled and waved at Kyler as he left. “Nice meeting you. See you on Saturday.”

Turning back to his friend, Kadyn asked, “You got time for another cup of coffee or do you have to make tracks for home?”

A grin split Rene’s face. “I’ve always got time for some more coffee,” he replied as he surreptitiously glanced at his watch. It was just past four-thirty, so he figured he would be able to make it home by his five o’clock deadline.

Thinking of his deadline had him thinking of Zack and how he would feel about him doing the body painting. “Kadyn, you think Vincent will have any problem with you participating in this body painting?”

Kadyn mulled over the question as he refilled their mugs and sat down. Then grinning mischievously, he shrugged his shoulders. “I have no idea what Vincent will think. He’s kinda old, you know. Besides, it’s supposed to be a surprise.” He chuckled as he tried to picture his partner’s face when he showed up painted from head to toe. “How do you think Zack will react to his surprise?”

Rene grinned; he couldn’t help but be drawn in by Kadyn’s carefree attitude. “Well, he always says he loves to see me express myself in my art, so I think he’ll be cool with it.”

“Then it’s a go!” Kadyn crowed and held up his hand for a high-five.

Rene raised his hand and clapped it against Kadyn’s. “Sounds like this is going to be a blast. Zack always works in the pharmacy on Saturdays, so I’ll be free to work on this without having to even explain where I’m going.” He hesitated. “Well, that is if Zack doesn’t ask ahead of time.”

“Just play it cool, man. It’s what I plan to do if Vincent happens to ask what my plans are for the day while he is at the book shop.”

Rene put on a smile he didn’t quite feel in his heart. “Yeah, I can play it cool.” At least he hoped he could.

“You seem to have doubts, my friend. Just remember, this is a surprise and telling your partner about it before hand would totally ruin it.” Kadyn put his cup down and looked closely at the other man sitting across from him. “You can keep this kind of info from your Top, can’t you?”

Rene brightened up some. “Yeah, you’re right. It is a surprise and it’s not like it’s something that I’ve been told I’m not supposed to do. I mean it’s not dangerous or anything. So yeah, I’m good.” He felt better the more he thought about it.

They chatted a bit more; then Rene glanced at his watch and saw it was only a couple of minutes to five. He gulped down the last of his coffee, not wanting to leave a drop of his favourite beverage behind. “I gotta run, my friend. Thanks for the coffee and visit. Send me an email with any ideas you have for what you want painted.”

“Will do and I’ll also keep you informed of anything else I hear from Kyler.” Kadyn followed Rene to the door and they parted company.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

It was lunchtime at the mine. The Sweeney’s were all sitting around a picnic table eating. Well, all the Sweeney’s except for Quinn. After the paddling he received last night, he had no desire to ever sit again. James had paddled him within an inch of his life and of course, somehow he ended up on bulldozer duty today; meaning he had spent the morning sitting on his very punished backside.

He was thankful when he saw Kyler walking towards the mine office. He didn’t think he could continue to ignore his father’s request for him to sit down at the table and eat. “Hey there, number boy, what brings you back to our parts?” Quinn called out as he walked cautiously to catch up with Kyler.

Kyler turned with a smile and jogged across the compound. “Hiya, Quinn. I was hoping to see you when I dropped off my uncle. Kipper, Gaetane and I went fishing this morning. It was great getting out on the lake. Man, it is only end of May and it’s already showing signs of being a long, hot summer. We’re gonna have to get together for another river rafting trip. But first, I have something else to talk over with you.”

“It’s nice to see you too. I’m not sure my butt can handle another river rafting trip. Between James’ displeasure with my leading you into the great Canadian wild and your partner’s terribly mean placement of syringes full of prescription- strength antihistamines, I was not sitting comfortably for several days.” Quinn gave Kyler a bit of a sad face and after ensuring there was no on around other than Kyler, he gave his butt a much needed rub. “You’re not looking to get me into any trouble, are you?” Quinn asked, turning his mood around and giving Kyler a bit of a tease.

“No way, man; there’s no trouble in the wind at all for any of us. I was just wondering if there was any chance you’re into body painting.” Kyler laughed at the expression on the other man’s face. “The reason for my wanting to know is that a group of us are getting together tomorrow afternoon with just that idea in mind. I told some of the guys about your drawing abilities; we were hoping you’d be free and willing to join us.”

"Well I've drawn and painted people, but I've never painted on people." Quinn laughed at his own joke, and then got a twinge of excitement as he thought of the nudes he had drawn and painted of James. These were all carefully hidden, but he was still trying to convince James to let him hang one in the discipline room. Quinn forced himself back to reality. "That sounds like fun. What time are you getting together?"

“We are meeting at Billy Fleming-Monroe’ s garage as close to noon as possible. You know where it is; just on the other side of town, not too far from the park and playground.”

“Cool, James is going be working at the Inn most of the day, I’ll be glad to have something to do.”

“That’s great, man. We’ll see you there.” Kyler waved as he headed towards his car. Moments later, he was peeling through the mine’s entry gate with a cloud of dust following in his wake. His frown was accompanied by a shrug when he remembered a little too late that his uncle was sure to take him to task for his driving.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Billy and Jason were busy clearing up the garage. Billy moved all the cars outside, even his precious, nearly-restored truck. He was putting old sheets on the floor to help with easy clean-up and Jay was making sure all the bikes were covered.

Billy looked up when he heard a noise. Cameron was standing there holding a couple of six packs of beer. “Great!” he exclaimed. “I was too busy to restock the fridge.”

Cameron grinned. “I may never have been a boy scout, but I’ve always tried to follow the rule of being well prepared.” He opened three beers and handed them out.

Jason hesitated for a minute, remembering his alcohol ban, but didn’t want to appear weak in front of Cameron.

“I wonder where the others are,” Cameron commented before taking a healthy swig of his drink.

“We’re here!” Kyler enthusiastically shouted as he sauntered into the garage. “I’ve got Quinn with me. I ran into him at the mine yesterday, told him about our plans and he’s willing to help with the painting.” Kyler turned to beam at the older man following him. “Quinn, you know Billy and these guys are Cameron and Jay.”

“Hey, Billy, how are you? Jay, aren’t you our mailman? Hi, Cameron, it’s nice to finally meet you. I’ve seen your picture on Chad’s desk at the mine.”

“Nay, I don’t deliver mail. I only sort it before it goes out,” Jason explained, shaking Quinn’s hand.

“By the way, I just texted Kadyn; he and Rene are on their way with all the supplies,” Kyler informed everyone.

“Cool,” Cameron replied. “I printed off the tiger I want. I’m not going to be a sissy and use a thong. I haven’t got anything to be ashamed of.” His eyes twinkled in mirth.

Billy laughed. “I usually go commando anyway, so why would I change now? Besides, the design I want involves shorts; tight shorts.” He winked at Jay.

Jason smirked and took another mouthful of beer.

“Here are Rene and Kadyn,” Kyler announced as another car pulled up in front of the building. “I’ll go help them carry in the supplies.”

Moments later, three young men entered carrying several well-filled cartons. Any necessary introductions were quickly made and then everyone excitedly got down to the business at hand; the first thing on the agenda being the handing out of more beer. The beverage supply had been added to by the others as they arrived.

Kyler put a can to his lips at the same time as he took a closer look at Kadyn who had just removed his ball cap. Almost spewing out the beer, he swallowed and tried to catch his breath before choking out, “What the hell did you do to your hair, Kadyn?”

“I shaved my head.” Kadyn thought it was pretty obvious as he ran a hand over his bare scalp. “I needed it this way so Rene can paint the alien on the back.”

Rene was smiling. He was finally getting to know some of the other gay men in town that he’d heard about through Kadyn, and he was going to spend a day sharing the one thing he knew he was good at with them. A year ago, the only thing in his life he had any confidence in was his art. Now he had Zack and a growing circle of friends and family.

He swallowed back the beer he’d been handed as he was laying the supplies out on the long table that had been set up in the garage. He turned to the others as they were looking curiously through the paint containers and asked, “So does everyone know what they want painted on them?”

“You already know what I want to be, Rene. I got the pics right here.” Kadyn put down the papers and the beer he was holding, picked up a can of blue spray paint in his right hand and a can of silver in his left and began to shake them up. Kadyn and Rene had already spent time going over each other’s choices. “I can probably get my legs from my hips down and left arm done on my own, but will need a bit of help with my lower back. I can also help get the silver sprayed over the parts of your body that you can’t reach. Then maybe Quinn will help you finish the fancy artwork part.” He smiled up at the bigger man who he had just been introduced to.

“Of course,” Quinn agreed. Although normally a bundle of energy, he was still a bit subdued by this week’s punishment and he wasn’t totally sure what James would think of him painting naked men. He knew James would not be very pleased if he were to allow someone to paint him and the fact that his butt was still several shades of pink, red and a bit of purple, he had no intension of getting naked in front of anyone other than his husband.

“I printed off a couple of Celtic designs from the internet like you suggested, Rene. I don’t need any spray paint as my selection only involves black paint on bare skin. I don’t know if it’s all freehand or if you’ll use stencils,” Kyler informed the young artist who would be working his magic on him. “At least it isn’t as detailed as Kadyn’s,” he chuckled as he began removing his clothing.

“Mine is pretty simple,” Billy said. “I need black paint for most of my body and I’ve done a template of the silver fern, which despite the name is done in white. I reckon as Rene is busy with the intricate work, Quinn can work on me.” He grinned and took a swig of his beer.

Quinn nodded his okay to Billy.

“Here’s my picture of a tiger. Have we got any hair dye?” Cameron asked, handing over his printout. “I guess I can do the orange bit, but I’ll need help with the stripes.” He opened a new can of beer absently and took a drink. “A tiger doesn’t wear underpants, so I’m going nude. What about the rest of you.”

Jason smiled. He had totally forgotten about his alcohol restriction and was on his second beer. “I want dark brown chaps and a matching vest painted on. What’s the point of having chaps on, if I can’t show everything?” He glanced over at Quinn. “Will you give me a hand, too?”

“Yeah, of course,” Quinn responded.

“I’m getting shorts painted on.” Billy’s eyes were twinkling. “Seeing as this is mainly for Mason, why would I restrict access?”

Rene laughed. “Well, then let’s strip off and get to work. I brought along some disposable razors and shaving cream. If you want a clean design on your body, I suggest that some hair may need to go. I understand there is a small shower in the back room. I’ve already shaved off at home but if you guys want a better look to your painting, then you need to lose the body hair.” Rene thought back to standing in the shower at home after Zack had gone to work and shaving off all his own body hair. He wondered how Zack was going to feel about that. Not that he had a lot of hair to begin with but still it was strange not having any.

“After you shave, I suggest that everyone paint the parts of themselves that they can reach and handle easily such as the solid background colours because those have to dry first anyway. If you’re using the spray paint, do not use it anywhere near your face. For those doing them, faces should be done very carefully with the brushes so that no paint gets into anyone’s eyes. Also in order not to contaminate the paint in the containers, we will be pouring out small amounts onto these little foil trays. We’ll use disposable foam brushes for the painting of any intimate body parts.”

Kadyn finished off his beer and, realizing he was falling behind, grabbed up another one. “I shaved too, because Rene already warned me. I’ve got a matching thong with me, but if none of the rest of you are going to wear one then I guess I won’t either.” Suddenly remembering something, he put down everything he was holding and darted for the door, only to return a couple of minutes later with a camera dangling from his hand. “I wanna take pictures; not of the proceedings though, just the finished products.”

“Good idea, Kadyn. Guess the rest of us never thought to bring one. I already shaved like you did, with the exception of my head and private parts.” Kyler laughed. Feeling any inhibitions he had slipping away to the point of not caring if he stood out by being different, he added, “But I’ve decided not to ditch my flesh-coloured thong.”

Billy, Jason and Cameron all got the giggles as they shaved themselves wherever necessary. Only Jason left his pubic hair as is.

“This is really kinky,” Cameron said. “I haven’t done this since that modelling gig when I was sixteen. It was the only time I got body painted.” When he’d finished shaving, he grabbed the bright orange body paint and began to shake the can.

Billy grabbed a can of the black and began to spray his torso. “Quinn, once I’m dry I’m going to need some cleaning up and styling of the top and shorts, plus the white fern on my chest. Is that okay with you?”

“Yeah, bring your stencil over. You know it might be cool to put some silver into the banding of your shorts. I think it would bring everything together,” Quinn suggested, and was pleased when Billy seemed happy with his suggestion.

Billy turned and gaped when he saw the colour Cameron had painted himself. “If you do my back, I’ll do yours,” he suggested to the ex-model. The two men finished each other off and waited while they dried.

Jason presented himself to Quinn for the brush work. Unlike the other two, he didn’t need a base coat. Quinn started painting the chaps on, making sure the crotch and butt areas were left au natural.

Quinn started to draw an outline of the chaps and vest onto Jason’s body. Jay’s design would actually go quite quickly once he had the detail of the chaps and vest outlined; it would be easy to paint in the rest. “Hold still, will you,” Quinn said as Jay giggled and squirmed when Quinn ran the paint brush along the under-curve of his butt.

Each man painted what he could of himself, getting help from others for the places impossible to reach on their own. Soon all base coats were sprayed on and dried. Then the real artwork began.

Billy and Jason were finished first, and they pitched in to help where they could with the others. The next one soon to be done would be Kyler. Cameron’s was taking a lot longer, as were Rene and Kyler’s.

Rene had finished up all his work on Kyler. He’d even had the young accountant painting with stencils on some of his own easier to reach bits. Kadyn was a work in progress as the inter-twined alien bodies and background had to go on in layer upon layer of colour. His own body was covered head to toe in silver paint and he’d begun putting on the outlines of the many impressionistic faces he had planned to have covering his torso. He noticed Quinn digging another beer out of the cooler as he’d finished his work on Jason and decided to approach the older man. “Wow, you did a great job of Jay’s chaps; they look fabulous.”

“Thanks,” Quinn blushed. He’d never had any formal art training and receiving a compliment from Rene meant a lot to him. “You’ve done a great job on Kyler’s Celtic designs. I think if I didn’t have to help at the Inn tonight I’d have liked you to do something similar to me.”

“You’re married to James, the owner of the Trillium Inn aren’t you?”

Quinn beamed with pride. “Yes, we just had our fifth anniversary.”

“My husband Zack and I stayed there on our wedding night last New Year’s. It’s a really beautiful place. I was admiring some wonderful charcoal drawings in the room we stayed in. They were signed QSSL, that’s you isn’t it?” Rene asked.

Quinn blushed again at Rene’s compliment. “Yes, I like to go draw in the crown lands. It’s always so quiet and peaceful compared to home. My brother’s weren’t very quiet when we were growing up, and being in a house with the four of them could be overwhelming. I’ve really enjoyed the murals you’ve done around town. You’re a very talented artist.”

“Thanks; you’re no slouch yourself. I was hoping you could help me with the faces I want painted across my torso.” Rene indicated some of the outlines he’d done on his chest and stomach, suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed by his nudity in front of the fully clothed man. He could feel the heat of a blush spreading from his chest right up through his face and was very grateful for the heavy silver paint that hid the bright red he knew his skin had turned. He quickly held up a sketch pad in front of himself. It displayed some drawings he’d done ahead of time. “This is what I’m going for; but of course, can’t reach to do all of them myself. Would you mind doing them for me?”

“Wow, Rene your drawing is great. I hope I can do it justice.” Quinn was terribly nervous at the prospect of duplicating Rene’s beautiful design. Quinn dipped the brush into the olive green paint Rene had mixed and began to paint the young artist’s shoulder, chest and the curve of his underarm. He found he was going much slower in trying to copy the exact curve of the each line.

Rene squirmed and laughed as the bristles of the sable brush stroked along the side of chest and under arm. "Sorry..." he giggled. "it tickles. Maybe we should have used a sponge," he laughed some more.

“I can’t get the detail you want with the sponge brush; you’re just going to have to suck it up and take it like a man,” Quinn teased.

Rene laughed and stuck a long pink tongue out of his silver painted face. "You could let me paint you and see how it feels."

Quinn blushed. "Umm..." he said as he tried to remember the reason he had given the others for why he wasn't getting painted. "I can’t, James and I are going to dinner with my brother and sister-in-law."

"Excuses...excuses." Rene teased. "You know I'd be happy to do you another time if today isn't good" Suddenly Rene thought of how that offer could be misinterpreted. "I mean PAINT you another time." He added with a burst of laughter.

Quinn couldn't help but laugh too. The younger men's fun was contagious, and a great thing to be around when nursing a sore butt. He was thankful for Kyler's invitation, because otherwise he would have either spent the day alone wallowing, or being towed around the Inn by James to ensure he didn't wallow. Being in this environment was just what he needed.

Rene enjoyed talking art with Quinn as the older man finished the painting. Once done Rene went to look in the long mirror they had set up for everyone to get a good view of their artwork. He turned looking at the variety of faces that curved around his torso, “Wow Quinn thanks this is exactly what I was looking for. You’re a wonderful artist; I can’t believe you didn’t have formal training beyond high school art class.”

Quinn blushed. “Thank you, that means a lot to me.” The five other Brats wondered over to Rene to see his finished artwork, he had been the last to finish being painted. The young men marvelled over their designs.

“Wait, we need pictures,” Kadyn said as he broke from the crowd to retrieve his camera. He began to take numerous pictures, and Quinn stood back and laughed as the younger men took turns posing and admiring themselves.

“Wow guys, you all look great. I think your partners will be most impressed.” Quinn looked over the six well-painted men, he wondered to himself if any of them had thought about how they were going to get home. He shook his head, of course one of them surely would have. “Okay, well I gotta go, I don’t want to keep James waiting.”

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Kadyn clicked through the photos on his camera once again. Kyler was on one side of him and Rene on the other, looking over his shoulder. The garage had finally been put back to rights and everyone was just hanging around finishing off the few remaining cans of beer.

“There must be a neat way we can show off all of these,” Kadyn commented. “We did such a great job and deserve to brag about it some. Hey, maybe we should put together a calendar. Maybe even sell for as a charity fund-raiser.” He polished off the last of his beer.

“That sounds good, Kadyn, but I wonder what work would be involved and how much it would cost.” Kyler almost always seemed to zero in on the business side of things. “What do you think, Rene? Any idea of how we’d go about doing something like that?” Kyler leaned forward and glance passed Kadyn to see Rene’s expression, but sat back in a hurry when the change in position made him light-headed.

Rene was sipping on his fourth, or maybe it was fifth, beer and enjoying the free feeling of sitting around au natural with the guys. No one seemed to give a damn about their state of undress. They were just having a good time and admiring the art work they had created.

“We really do look good. We’d make a hot calendar, huh? But I have no idea how you’d go about either getting it made or selling it for some charity.” He looked over to where Billy was talking to Jason and Cameron. “Hey, Billy, your husband’s the fire chief, right? Did he ever do one of those fireman’s beefcake calendars?”

“I don’t think so. He’s really serious when he’s in ‘Mason Monroe, Fire Captain’ mode.” Billy giggled. He was about to start on his sixth beer.

Jay looked up. “I’ve got a computer program that can create a calendar and I’m sure we can find a good colour photocopier, if we want to go that way.”

Cameron was listening to this intently. “I’m not sure we’d get many takers,” he said thoughtfully. “I did this for Chad. I guess he’d want a picture, but I’m not sure anyone else would buy a calendar of naked men; not even for a charity.”

Billy’s eyes glinted and Mason would have winced at the sheer recklessness in his eyes. “Let’s find out,” he suggested. “Let’s all go to the park and show off our artwork. We can ask people if they’d buy a calendar. It’s called Market Research.”

Cameron grinned. He was drunk enough to think this was a great idea.

True to form, Kadyn was up for taking part in Billy’s suggestion. He had consumed more beer than he was used to and therefore had no trouble at all throwing caution to the wind. Not that he was in the habit of thinking things through in the best of times.

Jay wasn’t so sure. He knew he was already in trouble for breaking his alcohol restriction and was quite sure Jack wouldn’t be happy with him walking through the park naked. He took another pull at his beer. ‘Hell, there was no way I’m going to act like a wimp, not in front of all these guys,’ he thought to himself. “I’m in,” was all he said.

Kyler stared at the partially empty can in his hand and tried to remember how many he’d had. “For a numbers guy, you’d think I’d know how much I drank.” He chuckled and downed the rest of his beer before adding, “Marketing research, huh? I kinda like that. I’m game even though I doubt there will be many in the park this late on a Saturday afternoon. How about you, Rene?”

Somewhere deep inside, a voice was telling Rene this wasn’t such a good idea. However, that voice was drowning in beer and bravado. “Why not? Look at us; we’re not naked! We’re art! That would make us ‘Art in the Park’ and that’s all the rage! And I know this for sure because I am an artist!” he giggled.

So it was a go! Everyone was laughing as they did up their footwear and headed out the door. None of them knew they were in for a very unpleasant surprise. Not only were there still a large number of people milling about, but the police were also there.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Kadyn slowed momentarily when he spotted a large sign a short distance before they would be taking the bend in the path that lead to the playground. “Hey!” he hollered. “Look at this! There was a bike rodeo for the kids today.” Unfortunately, no one heard him. If they did, then they didn’t pay attention to what he was telling them. “Oh well, it’s probably over by now.” He shrugged his shoulders and ran to catch up with the others.

Billy and Jason were in the lead. They suddenly came to a complete halt, causing Cameron and Kyler to bump into them.

Seeing the stunned looks on the others’ faces, Kyler glanced past them to get a glimpse of what had stopped them dead in their tracks. “Holy shit!” he exclaimed seconds before almost being run down by Rene and Kadyn.

“What the hell?” Cameron muttered. His face turned a bit pale when he saw the lingering group of kids and parents. “Oh shit; I don’t think this is our target market,” he joked weakly.

“I suggest we get the fuck out of here,” Billy strongly suggested, spying uniforms out of the corner of his eye.

Rene froze on the spot. “Oh my God!” was all he could say. He wouldn’t have moved if Kadyn hadn’t grabbed him by the arm as the group turned to run.

Six young men scrambled to make a hasty retreat but didn’t get far.

“Hold it!” Police Chief Chandi Barrett bellowed as he and Constable Paul Quincy began to give chase.

It didn’t take long for the two officers to amass half a dozen inebriated, naked men; bundle them into two cruisers and drive to the police station. There the six miscreants were processed and ushered into a sizeable interrogation room.

Chandi stood glaring at the quickly sobering young men seated around the large conference table in front of him and shook his head. He thought he had heard everything, but apparently he hadn’t.

“Okay, fellas; just so you know, indecent exposure is a criminal offence and can carry a jail sentence. But I can see where over-indulging probably had a lot to do with how you all ended up here, and I’d hate to see any of you having a record for what is basically plain old-fashion mischief. So I’m charging you with the misdemeanour of being a public nuisance and fining you each one hundred dollars. I also expect you to volunteer for some community service. Being as you like to paint so much, now about next weekend putting your talent to work by painting all the playground equipment at the park?”

The Chief of Police bit his cheek to keep from smiling when he saw six nods of understanding. Everyone knew his question was rhetorical and required only compliance. “Right now though, I want you each to give Constable Quincy the name and number of someone we can call to come and pick you up.”

Billy for one had sobered completely and was feeling seriously sick to his stomach. During the lecture Chandi gave them, his mind kept flashing to Mason holding a paddle.

Cameron wasn’t much happier. He knew Chad wasn’t going to be happy and had an uneasy feeling he was going to be grounded again. He knew for sure that he was going to get a spanking.

‘My ass is grass,’ was all Jason thought as he listened to Chief Barrett hand down their sentence.

After Chandi and the other officer left the room, Cameron caught Kyler’s eye and grimaced. Billy and Jason looked at each other and winced as they slid down in their chairs.

“I’m hoping about now that Mason hasn’t bought another spoon,” Billy said in an undertone to Jason, who was too busy praying that Jack wouldn’t remember the belt in the back of the closet to answer.

Rene looked to Kadyn who was sitting beside him and whispered, “Zack’s not gonna be very happy with me. How could we have done something so dumb?”

“Huh?” Kadyn didn’t appear too concerned; yet. That was subjected to change when Vincent showed up. In the meantime, Kadyn was still enjoying a buzz. “Hey, we were just having a bit of fun, man. And the Chief did say none of us would end up with a record.” It briefly crossed Kadyn’s mind to wonder if he was trying to convince his friend or himself.

Cameron’s eyebrows had risen in shock when he heard the comment Billy made. He had very sharp hearing. He glanced at Kyler who was sitting with his head in his hands. “Hey man,” he said very quietly. “It may not be too bad. At least we’re not the only ones dreading what our partners will do.”

Kyler lifted his head and glanced around. Rene and Kadyn were at the far end of the table, quieting whispering to each other. Across from him and Cameron, Billy and Jason were grumbling. They apparently had no problem with being overheard.

“We may have got off light where the law is concerned, but are we ever in deep shit with our partners,” Kyler groused for Cameron’s ears only. “Ah, tell me, Cam; we didn’t endanger ourselves or anyone else, did we?”

“No,” Cameron firmly insisted. “It was only a little fun that got a bit out of control. Although I don’t expect it to save my butt; we didn’t hurt anyone. It’s not like the kids will be scared for life, assuming they actually realised we were naked.” He grinned at his friend. “Hell, the women there might have even been turned on. Their husbands and partners may well thank us later on.” Cameron, as usual, couldn’t help but see the funny side of things.

Kyler’s smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. It wasn’t long before the room became quiet as each of the Brats fretfully contemplated the fallout for today’s alcohol-induced choices. Even Kadyn was finally giving the day’s activities some serious thought.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Chief Chandi Barrett walked out of his office and over to Constable Quincy’s desk. He sat in the extra chair and laid down the clipboard he had with him.

“Not as good as you did,” the other officer replied, looking down at his list. “I reached Chad Cavenaugh at the mine. He did not sound too pleased and I got the impression he was in his vehicle before I hung up the phone. Jackson McCallum will get here as soon as he can. He just has to lock up his shop. So far I’ve been unable to get a hold of Captain Mason Monroe. The fire department was called to an out-of-control field fire and there seems to be a lot of static in the area, but I will continue trying.”

“I was able to get a hold of Zack Pierce at the pharmacy. He should arrive momentarily. Vincent La Maur is also on his way and he sounded somewhat unhappy; not that I blame him. While I wasn’t able to reach Hugh Jackson, Dr. Patrick Dean is on his way back from Kelowna and should be here in a less than an hour. How did you fair out, Paul?”

Both men looked up as the door was roughly yanked opened and the town’s pharmacist rushed into the station, his lab coat billowing out behind him.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

The fire was finally out, and Mason was exhausted. He called into dispatch to update them on the fire's status and to let them know that he and Craig were getting ready to head back to the station, when he got the news that the Jade Heights police had been trying to reach him. The dispatcher put Mason through to Chandi at police headquarters. The Police Chief was very polite when he informed Mason that he was holding Billy at the station for creating a public nuisance. Mason slowly counted in head, as the Chief continued to tell Mason that he would need to post bail for Billy before he could take him home. Mason shot Craig a very dirty look when Craig erupted with laughter at the story of the six young men streaking through the park.

Mason had Craig drop him off at he and Billy's house so he could pick up clothes for Billy and get his truck. He got to the police station and paid Billy's bail. He carried a pair of Billy's sweats as Chandi lead the Fire Captain back to the office where Billy was sitting by himself. It seemed that several hours had passed since the Police Chief picked him up. The other streakers had already been picked up and gone home.

Billy looked up and shot an apprehensive look at his Top. He accepted and slipped into the sweats, relieved that he was no longer naked. As they walked out to the truck Billy finally said his first words, "Things kinda got out of hand," understatement was a talent he practised often.

“Yeah, Monkey?" Mason said softly. He slipped his hand into Billy's. "I'm sorry you had to wait so long for me. Are you doing okay?"

"I knew you were out fighting a fire," Billy replied, "I heard the fire engine going out at about 3:00 pm while I was drying the base paint. It wasn't too bad we were in the Chief's office. I would have been much more nervous in the cells. I'm just glad we don't have to go in front of a judge, just a fine and some community service next Saturday."

Mason pulled Billy close, and planted a soft kiss on his forehead. "I'm glad it wasn't too bad. He had worried how Billy would be after having spent several hours in jail, but seeing that Billy seemed more nervous than scared or angry, Mason decided he should follow the emotions that were being presented.

Billy gently squeezed Mason’s hand. “We never meant for it to get out of hand. It was only supposed to be a surprise for our partners."

"A surprise, huh." Mason grinned at his impish partner. "I didn't get a very good look at you at the station; you're going to have to give me a better view when we get home."

“I’d like that,” Mason said. “Do we need to stop somewhere and get your clothes?"

"They're at the garage," Billy replied. "I guess we can stop there and pick up all the clothes. We can parcel them up and return them to their owners." When they walked into the garage Billy gasped at the mess they'd left. He was just glad he'd laid sheets down to cover the tools and floor. There were empty and half full bottles of beer all around, and the back shower was clogged with hair. There were empty paint pots, spray cans, sponges and paintbrushes all around. "This is going to take hours to clean up," he said mournfully.

"Don't worry love, I bet with just a few calls, your friends could be here to help you clean up."

"You think so? I know for a fact Jay and Kyler are in the same kind of relationship you and I are. They may not be allowed to come and I'm not sure about the others. We were mostly too nervous to talk to each other."

“Why don't we get your clothes, go home, and discuss why streaking through a park full of children may not be one of your smartest drunken escapades.”

Billy was well aware the discussion would probably end in only one way--with him in tears over Mason's knee. He was still praying the paddle wouldn't make an appearance.

Mason took Billy by the hand, and together they picked up all the clothes strewn around the room. “I think you and your fellow conspirators may all be in better shape to clean up the shop tomorrow."

Mason steered his Brat out to his truck. He opened the door, took Billy's clothes out of his hands and placed them on the seat of the car. He then pulled his sweet husband into his arms and spoke softly into his ears. "I love you. You are in trouble, and I am going to spank you. I think that the mother's of Jade Heights would rather their children hadn't been witness to the town's Brats streaking through the park." Mason placed his hand under Billy's chin and raised the younger man's head so that Billy was looking directly into his smiling face. "But damn if I don't wish I had been in the park to see the show." Mason spun Billy around and applied a swat to his Brat's butt. "Now let's get home, and get your punishment taken care of, so that I can fully enjoy the beauty of your painted body.

Billy gave Mason a faint smile back. "Why don't we miss the spanking bit and go straight to the enjoy bit?" he suggested.

"Because that's not the way we do things in our family. We have a rule that breaking the law will land you over my knee." Mason gave Billy a soft kiss and helped his husband into the truck. He closed the passenger door to the truck, and then walked around to the driver side and climbed in. It was a short trip home, and an even shorter trip into the house. Mason guided Billy up to their bedroom. He took a seat on the bed and pulled Billy close and lowered Billy's sweat pants, and draped him over his knee. "Please tell my why you're getting spanked."

Billy blinked slightly; he hated this part. "I streaked through the park and got arrested," he replied. He tensed waiting for the first spank to land.

Mason looked down at the black painted bottom. He ran his hand over the firm round cheeks, feeling the texture of the paint. "Yes, sadly I think that your streaking escapade may have ended a lot differently if the kids hadn't been in the park. You may have gotten off with just a warning.” Mason continued to run his hand softly over Billy’s painted cheeks. “I would also like to add that you may have made a better decision if you hadn't had quite so much to drink." Mason raised his hand landed a firm swat to the curve of Billy's butt.

Bill gasped as the first swat landed.

Mason continued to spank, ensuring that Billy was justly punished.

Billy squirmed and cried as Mason spanked him. He felt well punished when he realised Mason had stopped, but was well aware it was nowhere near his most severe punishment.

Mason had ensured his Brat's bottom would sting, but he suspected the sting would be gone in a couple of hours.

"Hug me," he demanded, his voice somewhat hoarse.

Mason helped Billy to turn over. He separated his knees, so that Billy's butt could rest between them, and he enveloped his sad Brat in his arms.

Billy relaxed into Mason's arms, and as his butt slowly started to recover he knew his hand slowly slipped into Mason's waistband. "Want to fuck an All Black?" he asked. At Mason's puzzled look he explained, "An All Black, a rugby union player, more specifically the New Zealand Rugby Union team." He slid off Mason's lap and busily began at his Top's trouser buttons.

"Mmmmm," Mason moaned as he felt his cock straining against his pants. He placed his hand between Billy's legs and began to fondle his testicles. "Mmmm, ball's out."

Billy he moaned in pleasure as Mason began to fondle him. He released Mason's cock from his trousers and began licking it. He was growing as hard as his lover.

Mason was enjoying the warmth of Billy's mouth and the immense pleasure that Billy's tongue was bringing him, but he wanted to fuck his husband. He placed his hands on Billy's head and gently moved it so that his cock was free. "Let me look at you," Mason panted.

Billy gracefully stood up and twirled. "Like what you see?" he asked, with a wicked smile.

"Always. You are the sexiest thing I've ever seen." Mason pulled Billy to him for a long deep kiss. When they finally broke away, Mason bent Billy over the bed, and reached into the bedside table for the lube.

Billy opened his legs wide allowing Mason full access. He pushed back against Mason’s fingers as they entered him. He keened in need. The sting in his bottom was still there, but he'd had sex when he was freshly paddled and if truth were told Billy loved the feel of being fucked after a spanking. It heightened all his senses and was the ultimate reconnect with Mason. There was nothing remotely sexy when Mason handed out punishment spankings, but he loved the way the tingle in his ass was intensified by the flush of sexual excitement.

Mason removed his fingers and slicked his cock. He placed one hand on Billy's back, and with the other positioned himself at Billy's opening. He circled the tight sphincter with the head of his cock and asked, "Are you ready for me baby?"

"Hell, yes," Billy replied, wriggling his black painted butt impatiently.

Mason slowly pushed himself in. He gasped in pleasure as the head of his cock was swallowed up by Billy's ass--there was no better feeling in the world as that intense sensation. He continued to push forward until he was fully buried, and then placed both his hands on Billy's hips and set to a steady rhythm of thrusts.

Billy quickly picked up the rhythm and moved in time with his husband. He soon saw lights behind his eyelids, and felt his balls tighten. He screamed in pleasure as he began to cum.

Mason followed his husband over the edge. He rested bent over his husband, keeping himself firmly buried inside of Billy. “Mmmm, I love you; you’re so good at that.” Mason planted soft kisses on Billy’s neck. “I do love the paint, but I’m not so thrilled with the marks it made on the duvet. How about we take a shower, and I’ll scrub you clean?”

Billy enjoyed being cleaned by his husband, but grumbled all through the changing of the bedclothes.

Mason applied a firm swat to his Brat's pink bottom. "The sooner we get the bedclothes in the wash the better our chances of getting the Rugby stains out; we're just lucky we had the black linens on the bed. And Monkey, you know you love sleeping on fresh sheets just as much me. I'm going to go start dinner and feed the kittens. Put some clothes on when you're done and come down stairs. I want to hear all the details of today's painting, because it sounds like you were having a great day--up until you got arrested." Mason smiled at the combined pout and wicked grin he got from his Brat, he blew him a kiss, and went down stairs. He fed Thomas and Biscuit, placed a large piece of chocolate cake and a glass of milk on the counter, and began to cook dinner.

The End

This story is continued in separate stories with each of the Jade Heights' couples telling their own tale of the “Aftermath”. Here are the links to each of the couples' 'Aftermath':

James & Quinn

Zach & Rene

Hugh, Patrick, & Kyler

Jack & Jay

Vincent & Kaden

Chad & Cameron

Read about the Brats Swapping Stories and doing their Community Service.

Super Billy to the Rescue

2009-07-19T18:16:00.000-07:00

Title: Super Billy to the Rescue
Authors: Tarabeth and Jo
Characters: Mason and Billy
Implements: Hand
For the Loving Swats My Hero Challenge

Mason was having great fun. He had received the link to the Hero Factory from his cousin. He had started right away creating Super Billy, faster than a high volt impact screw driver, more powerful than a Mack diesel tow truck, and able to rescue small kittens in a single bound. "Dunn, dunn, dun, da, SUPER BILLY!" Mason sang. "Most vulnerable when presented with the hard wood from his native planet, especially when in comes in the shape of a spoon."

Mason was quite pleased with his handsome super hero. He clicked the print button, and out from the printer came a well-muscled cartoon version of Billy. His blonde hair hung down just below his eyebrows. His bulky strong arms were bare, except for the teal gloves. His chest was covered in a teal shirt that emphasized the muscles of his upper body. His emblem shone in a bright blue tone, the cat paw and scratch looked almost as if it had been torn out of his uniform top. Billy wore tight teal pants, which left nothing to the imagination, and very sturdy leather boots, which matched the bright blue of his emblem and eyes. "Perfect," Mason said, releasing a deep pleasurable sigh, at his husband’s likeness.

"What's perfect?" Billy asked, padding into the room. "I thought I was the one who had trouble sleeping." His eyebrows rose as he looked at the screen. "Is that supposed to be me?"

Mason's lack of sleep had made him a little loopy, and he giggled at the site of Billy, and once again broke into song. "Dunn, dunn, dun, da, It's SUPER BILLY!" Mason paused, and adjusted his voice to that of a deep throated and serious voice over guy. "Faster than a high volt impact screw driver, more powerful than a Mack diesel tow truck, and able to rescue small kittens in a single bound." Having found himself quite amusing, he again erupted into a fit of giggles.

Billy looked sourly at his husband. "I seem to remember the only time I rescued a kitten, you actually got it down from the tree and I got paddled," he said. "Some bloody super hero." Billy ran his fingers through his hair, "Did I tell you someone was looking for a home for a kitten?" he asked, casually.

Mason leaned forward and took hold of Billy's hand. He pulled Billy towards him, and deposited his Brat onto his lap. He wrapped his arms tightly around Billy’s waist. "You're MY Super Hero," Mason said in a sexy growl. He planted soft kisses and little nips on Billy's neck and ears as he spoke. "I shouldn't have had all those cups of coffee with my cake, because now I'm wide awake."
Mason tickled Billy a bit, causing his husband to squirm and emit a playful laugh. After Billy made a mercy plea for Mason to stop the tickle torture, Mason wrapped his arms back around Billy's chest and turned them both towards the computer. "Look what I got in my e-mail...It's a Super Hero factory. So I made my ideal Super Hero--Super Billy. He can fly, so that he can rescue kittens stuck in high trees. He has super speed, so he can fix a day’s worth of cars in no time, and still go out and save all of Canada's silly tree climbing kittens. Whadda you think? Personally, I think he's pretty hot!"

Billy cocked his head to one side. He squirmed on Mason's lap a little bit more. "You're hot. He’s just a grease monkey with bulging biceps," Billy said, pointing at the picture with a sigh. "All brawn, no brains."

“Hey there Monkey, I married a very hot and intelligent man. Being a mechanic is like being a surgeon for cars. You have to know all the parts, how they work, how to diagnose a vehicle’s problems and how to fix them. And you do that for all different types and ages of cars and trucks. I know that you hated school--but you use engineering, physics, and chemistry to do your job. Not everyone has the abilities that you do, you should be very proud of what an excellent mechanic you are, because I sure am."

Billy blushed; he was never that comfortable when people praised him. He kissed Mason, "Sweet talker," he said, when he came up for a breath.

"For kisses like that, I'll sweet talk you all day long." Mason started to stand, causing Billy to stand with him. "I think we could both use a little tiring out." Mason was still holding his arms around Billy, and the palm of his hand resting on Billy's stomach. Mason growled at how good his growing erection felt pressed up against Billy's ass and lower back. "I suggest we take this back to the bedroom."

"You're getting old," Billy accused, "What's wrong with right here?" His hand dropped to Mason's growing erection and he dropped to his knees, wincing inside as his knees protested the abuse. He took Mason's erection into his mouth, licking and teasing.

"Hey ... mmmmmmm... we were..... uhhhhhhhh ... going ... ahhhhh ... ups ..." Mason gave up all hope of getting his husband back upstairs to the bedroom.

Billy grinned around his husband's erection. He loved it when Mason vocalized his pleasure.
Mason placed his hands on Billy's head and continued to emit uncomprehendable words of pleasure until his orgasm caused him to almost loose his footing.

Billy gave a little squeak; a couple of minutes later, when Mason picked him up and carried him upstairs in a fireman's lift. He grew hard; he loved it when Mason went all he-man. "Super Mason," he mumbled, as his husband began to undress him.

Mason turned his husband around, and gently pushed him forward to bend over the bed. “Spread ‘em,” Mason said.

Billy not only spread his legs, but also reached behind himself and separated his butt cheeks.
Mason pumped lube into his hand and rubbed his fingers together to thoroughly coat his index and middle finger. He swirled his fingers around Billy’s tight hole, and then pushed two fingers inside his husband.

Billy grunted at the penetration.

Mason took a moment to rub Billy’s prostate; he then continued with his intended task of stretching and lubing his lover.

Billy began to groan in pleasure.

Mason removed his fingers, and applied a firm swat to his husband’s ass. “You better hold on until I give you permission to cum.” He lubed his hard cock, and teasingly rubbed its head around Billy’s beautiful sphincter. “Are you ready for a super fucking?”

Billy grunted his agreement, and Mason quickly entered him. Mason established the hard and fast rhythm that Billy liked best. Billy came quickly after Mason entered him, but Mason who had already come once that night was enjoying what would be a nice long ride.

When Mason finally exploded inside of his lover, both men were exhausted. It took the last of their energy to clean themselves off before they climbed into bed. Mason pulled Billy close. “I love you Super Billy.”

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

Billy woke at his normal time and pulled on his costume. It fit snuggly in all the right places. He and Mason had spent a long time developing the correct formula for the pants, they were claw, bullet, tool and stain resistant--all very important characteristics for a Superhero who specialized in rescuing kittens and travelers with broken down vehicles. He looked down at his feet still in socks. "Bugger it," he muttered, "Mason, have you seen my boots," he shook his sidekick awake.

Mason awoke just as Billy lifted the whole bed up, so he could have a better look for his footwear. Mason quickly grabbed hold of the headboard. "Billy," he said in a stern yet sleepy voice. "What did I tell you would happen the next time you lifted furniture with me in it?" Society may see Mason as Super Billy's sidekick, but at home Mason was boss, and Billy Monroe-Flemming was Mason's husband and Brat.

"But I can't find my boots," Billy grumbled, "I can't go out in just my snoopy socks, I'd never live it down." He grinned down at his sidekick and husband, "At least I woke you up this time," he said. "Anyway they're not there. Maybe, I’ll have to wear my 'oh fuck me now' boots.” Billy set the bed down and removed the thigh high boots from the inside of the armoire. “They’ll the just have to do."

Mason quickly got off the bed and grabbed his Brat. He pulled down the tight pants. The tights were half way down Billy's thighs as Mason rang a strong series of spanks to Billy's sit spots. Billy had many special powers, but Mason was his weakness in so many ways. This morning, Billy's very human butt was showing it’s vulnerability to the power of Mason's hand. "You know quite well you are not allowed to wear your fuck me boots outside of this house. Your work boots are in the hall closet where they belong."

Billy began to struggle trying to move his bottom away from the smarting smacks.

Mason paused for just a moment. "Now instead of avoiding my question, please tell me what I told you the last time you lifted a piece of furniture with me in it?"

Tears were falling down Super Billy's face. “You said you'd spank me,” he sobbed. “I'm sorry please stop. There's a kitten up a tree, and it needs me to save it.”

"The kitten will be fine for a few more minutes." Mason continued to spank hard. "And when you are lifting furniture all willy nilly you could likely step on or put the furniture down on top of our own little kitten." Mason stopped momentarily and retrieved the paddle from the bedside table. "I spanked you last time you lifted me on the couch looking for your mask and you nearly dropped me when stepped on one of Thomas' toys. After that spanking I believe I told you that if it happened again you would receive a long hard paddling." Mason lifted the paddled and landed the first stroke. He paddled down Billy's thighs and back up to his round bottom, continuing to follow this pattern until the butt in front of him was fire engine red and emitting a large amount of heat.

Billy wailed, and wondered why his super powers protect his butt. He continued to sob until he realised Mason had stopped paddling. “Is my butt on fire?” he asked through the tears, “because it sure feels like it.”

Mason blew a soft burst of cool air across Billy's butt. "Just a little fire, baby, but I've put it out now. Although I expect you will feel the warmth from it for a good part of the day." Mason lay down on the bed, and pulled Billy on top of him. He played with wisps of his husband’s sweaty hair. "I don't mind if you use your superpowers around the house, but if you do I want you to think before you do it. I want you to make sure that you aren't going hurt or damage anything or anyone." Mason planted a kiss on Billy's forehead. He helped Billy up off the bed, and pulled his husband's super tights up and over a very sore and red bottom.

“Ouch,” Billy pouted at his Top, husband and sidekick. He looked up through his long tear dampened eyelashes at Mason. “Now can I go save that kitten? It's been stuck in a tree for at least a couple of hours. It got frightened up there by a dog. I was hoping it would be able to get down by itself, but now a rescue is necessary. It's so cute. She could almost be Thomas's twin.”

Mason gave Billy a soft kiss. "Yes, you may go save the kitten. I'm sure she will make some family very happy. Have you found a home for her yet?" He wiped the last of Billy's tears off of his cheek. Billy was quickly out of bed, and pulling his boots on, so he could make a quick exit. "Monkey," Mason called after his superhero, "I realize it is kitten season, but you've been pushing your luck with the times you've been coming home this week. You do have a cell phone, and the human society also has the ability to rescue kittens. I want you home by 5:00 pm this evening, or I will re-warm your bottom. Got it?”

“Got it, bossy,” Billy replied, rolling his eyes. “God, who is the superhero around here anyway?” He made a quick getaway without waiting for the answer.

After saving the small ginger kitten from the tree, and getting badly scratched as he did so, Billy found plenty of other abandoned kittens needing his attention. “Bloody owners,” he muttered to himself, “All they need to do is get their damn cats neutered.” He landed lightly on the deck of he and Mason’s yard with three kittens in the carry box. He opened the sliding door and looked around to see all the rescues from his previous missions. Eight kittens in all not including the three he was about to add. “Mason is not going to be happy,” he thought to himself, remembering the discussion they'd had last season about finding homes for his rescues.

He looked at the clock on the mantel and blanched slightly. It was five thirty and he still had to feed the kittens. His butt twinged and he groaned slightly, he was so dead.

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

Mason and Craig were called out to the Mine. A couple of teenagers had gone spelunking in the old caves and gotten stuck. The rescue had taken longer than they had thought it would. Mason sent Billy a text the first chance he had. “Hi Baby, so sorry I’m late. Go ahead and eat if you’re hungry. I should be home around six. Love you. XOXO”

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

Billy felt his phone buzz, and pulled it out of his utility belt. He looked at Mason’s message and breathed a long sigh of relief. He fed the kittens and the then flew around the house gathering them into the office. He was just closing the door as he heard Mason’s truck pull into the driveway.

Mason hadn’t changed before he left the station, and was still in his bright yellow over-pants with suspenders, his navy blue JHFD t-shirt, and his rubber boots. “Monkey, I’m home,” he called out. Billy flew into Mason’s arms just as he was finishing his sentence. The blue of Billy’s costume complimented the yellow of Mason’s uniform--just as they complimented each other.

Mason firmly kissed his husband, pushing his tongue into Billy’s mouth. “Mmmm, I missed you today. What a day I had pulling two kids out of the caves. I doubt their parents will be very happy when the boys are escorted home by the Jade Heights’ Police Department. I’m looking forward to a nice calm evening--maybe a nice soak in the tub and then curling up on the sofa with the paper. How does that sound to you?”

Mason wondered to the bedroom, and began to strip out of his shirt. He missed Billy swooping up three kittens as his t-shirt was over his head, but he did nearly trip on another, causing the kitten to yelp and run under the bed.

"Thomas," Mason called out, "be careful little one. I don't want to step on you." Mason got his shirt off and tossed it into the laundry. There was a little ginger kitten rolling on the bed begging for his belly to rubbed. Mason laughed. "Thomas you are such whore for having your belly rubbed," Mason teased as he rubbed the cat’s tummy.

He slipped his suspenders over his shoulder, slid out of his over-pants, then his uniform trousers, and eventually his boxers. Mason walked into the master bath and started the tub. He heard little meows as he adjusted the water and saw Thomas sitting on the sink counter. "Goodness you are demanding this evening," Mason said. He flicked a little bath water at the kitten, causing it to hiss and run out of the room.

Billy was frantic, even his super speed couldn't keep up with all the kittens. ‘Damn,’ he thought, ‘I wish I had made sure the office door was closed.’ He was just thankful that at the moment, most of the kittens were ginger, and Mason thought that Thomas was being extra affectionate. Thomas, was at the moment, sitting on top of the largest bookcase in the house very upset with the influx of kittens in HIS house.

Billy had a near heart attack, when Mason almost stepped on a little grey kitten, which dashed under the bed. He had been seriously distracted when Mason peeled off his t-shirt, and launched the three kittens he was holding, trusting them to land on their feet. Finally he managed to coral all the kittens. He shut the door with a weary sigh and headed upstairs. He peeled off his uniform and walked into the master bath. "Wanna share the bath?" he asked Mason seductively. Just then a ginger kitten walked into the room.

Mason held out his hand for Billy to join him in the bath. Billy began to climb in the tub.

"Meooow." the little kitten yowled.

"Thomas," Mason said, "what happened to your collar? I could swear you had it on just a minute ago."

"Meooow," the kitten responded.

A little grey kitten trotted into the bathroom joining the ginger kitten. He sat down beside the cat Mason assumed was Thomas. "Rrrooowl,” said the little grey kitten.

Mason raised his eyebrows at his partner.

"Meow.”

"Meow."

"Meow."

The remaining nine kittens were chased and corralled into the bathroom by a hissing Thomas."

Mason applied a very firm and wet swat to Billy's naked and vulnerable ass.

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

"Mason," there seemed to be a double echo, "Mason wake up. I got a cup of coffee here for you. Mason will you please wake the hell up." Billy was standing next to the bed in a loose t-shirt with "Billy's garage" emblazoned across the front, his dog tags, and nothing else.

Mason slowly came to; he smiled and took in the site of his sexy husband standing before him in just a t-shirt. “Mmmm, how can you be so sexy in the morning?” he questioned. Mason took hold of Billy’s free hand and pulled him down onto the bed. He pulled his husband close, and reached for the coffee mug.

Thomas, who had been curled up and sleeping at Mason’s feet, stood, stretched and gave a large yawn. He then crawled his way up the bed and onto Billy’s lap. The kitten walked a few circles, kneading his front paws, before he lay down and curled himself up.

Mason began to rub Thomas’ ears. “I had the weirdest dream,” he said. “It must have been because I was playing around on that create a superhero site. I dreamt that you were a superhero, and you were famous for rescuing kittens out of trees.”

"Ummm," Billy blushed slightly, "I've got something to admit." He got up and left the bedroom. He returned about five minutes later holding a cat carrying case. He sat on the bed and lifted out a tiny ginger kitten. "I rescued this little girl yesterday. I think she must be Thomas's little sister because she was stuck up a tree as well. I named her Biscuit, short for Ginger-nut Biscuit." Billy looked at Mason, his blue eyes pleading. "Can we keep her?"

Thomas walked up to the little kitten and whopped her with his paw.

"Thomas!" Mason said firmly as he picked up his bratty kitten. Thomas' attitude was quickly lost as he curled into Mason, happy that he too was receiving attention.

"She is lovely, Hun. But, do you think that having her around might put Thomas out of sorts?"

"I reckon Thomas will get used to Biscuit being around," Billy replied, "I didn't go through everything I did to abandon her now. Brothers and sisters always fight."

Thomas got up off of Mason's lap and walked towards Biscuit.

"Thomas," Mason warned.

Thomas stopped, turned to look at Mason, and then continued toward the smaller kitten. He curled up next to her and began to gently lick her face.

"Well, I guess Thomas has spoken." Mason laughed. "She does seem to be about the same age as Thomas, although she seems a little malnourished. I think she’ll be a lovely addition to the family." He then turned serious eyes on his husband. "Now how about you tell me 'everything you did' for her and when exactly you were planning on telling me that you had moved a new cat into the house?"

"Soon," Billy replied nervously. "Honest, I was working up to it. I only rescued her yesterday. I was hanging out with a cup of coffee, you know just taking a break. I heard Biscuit, and looked up and saw her in the tree. I decided that calling out the fire brigade again, was not a goer." He grined innocently up at his husband. "I remembered there was an old ladder down the side of the garage. So I called Jason to help, and he held the ladder as I climbed up it. I took the carry case up with me. Do you know how difficult it is to climb a ladder one handed? Almost more difficult than climbing down a ladder one handed with a scared kitten inside a cat carry case." He looked at Thomas and Biscuit, "Aren't they cute?"

Mason pictured Billy up on that old dilapidated ladder with a cat carrier, and the vision quickly turned to one of his husband lying bloodied on the ground.

"You climbed up that old wooden ladder?" Mason asked. "The one that is missing rungs? The one you told me you were going to chop into firewood? With a cat carrier? And why did you just happen to have a cat carrier at the garage?” Mason stopped to take a deep breath. “And you bloody well could have called me, and you know that; I believe the instruction was not to call 911 when you found a kitten stuck in a tree. Now, have you got anything else you would like to admit, before you go over my lap?"

Billy opened his eyes wide. "I thought you'd be pleased I didn't call you," he pouted. He always got nervous when Mason swore; he knew he was in serious trouble. Mason had zero tolerance for risk taking behaviour. "And the ladder was safe enough. I made sure Jason was holding it. The cat carrier was at the garage, because I forgot to bring it home for Thomas."

Mason tapped Billy on the leg. "So tell me, did you not call me or tell me about the kitten because you were concerned about what I might have to say about the danger involved in rescuing her?"

"No," Billy replied, looking steadily at his Top. "I remembered the ladder and just went up to rescue Biscuit. I didn't think it was that dangerous. Honest I didn't."

"And you felt it was safe to use that old ladder even though you were planning on chopping it into firewood, because it was unfit for use?" Mason said raising his eyebrows at Billy.

"I didn't think about it," Billy admitted, "I was focused on Biscuit; she wouldn't have been able to get down by herself. It was the only ladder nearby that was long enough, and can I point out, nothing happened to me. I got the job done; I’m fine."

“Ah," Mason said, "So you seem to think that you shouldn't be punished for doing dangerous things when you are lucky as hell to not kill yourself. How's that worked for you in the past?"

"I'm still alive," Billy joked, and as a joke it fell flat. Billy was losing hope; he wasn’t going to escape this discussion without being spanked. Thomas picked up the vibes, jumped off the bed, and stalked out. He meowed, and Biscuit, less gracefully, exited the bedroom. "Traitors," Billy muttered.

"So shall we get on with this then?" Mason placed his hand on Billy's back pushing him over his lap. Mason lifted the t-shirt to fully bare Billy's butt, and rested his large hand in the middle of the bare bottom right at the crease between cheek and thigh. "So, how about you tell me why not thinking about dangerous acts before you engage in them is not an appropriate excuse?"

Billy sighed; he hated this part of being punished. "‘Cause I should think before I do things and not just act impulsively. 'Cause not thinking is dangerous; I could get hurt," he answered hoping he'd got the right answer. He instinctively knew this spanking was going to be bad, and he didn't want to add to it--no way did he want to give Mason an excuse to grab the paddle.

"That would be the reason," Mason answered. He raised his hand and firmly brought it down, leaving a large red handprint on the under curve of Billy's bottom.

"Owe, that hurt," Billy complained, wriggling uneasily. While he still had a voice, he had a tendency to complain bitterly. The tears came once the real pain started, and were usually interspersed with promises never to do the crime again. He didn’t asd Mason to stop, he trusted his Top to give him exactly what he needed for absolution.

Mason gave a good spanking; it wasn't an easy punishment, but Mason also didn't want Billy to loose his sweet caring need to rescue small critters.

After landing the final swats to Billy's sit spot, Mason helped his Brat to curl into a post-spanking cuddle. They both laid down on the bed; Billy rested his on Mason's bare chest, letting his tears wet Mason's chest hair. Mason rubbed soothing circles on Billy's butt. "I love you. I think you are such a kind and gentle man for rescuing our kittens. You just need to think a little more before you embark on your rescue missions."

"I'm sorry," Billy said, curling closer to Mason. "I don't mean to put myself in danger, honest." Billy's head was working at a hundred miles an hour, "Thomas seems to like Biscuit."

"Yes, I think it will nice for him to have another kitten around, and I know you don't mean to put yourself in danger; if I did you would have felt the paddle." Mason smiled as Billy gave him a pout. "Please my love, I don't want anything to happen to you, please take a couple of minutes to think before you act."

"Deal," Billy replied. "Now your coffee is cold and I have to get to work, red butt and all."

They kissed, and Mason patted the sexy little red butt. "I hope you are planning on putting some pants on before you go to work."

"Overalls at least," Billy replied. "Just in case a sexy fireman comes over for a quickie at lunch time." Billy shot Mason a seductive look.

"I'll see if I can arrange that. You need to keep your fingers crossed that it is a slow day in Jade Heights, and get rid of Jay and Mikey, because I'm putting on any floor shows.” Mason got a wicked grin on his face. “I have always wanted to bend you over your tool chest, so you may want to make sure everything is put away. I don't think laying on top of your impact wrench would be very comfortable."

Billy grew hard at the thought of Mason bending him over the chest. "Mikey's not in today, neither is Jay, and we always close between 12 and 1 anyway, because a mean ol' Top insists on me eating lunch." Billy wrinkled his nose at Mason. He put on his overalls, being careful as he pulled them over his sore butt.

He whistled as he walked to work, thinking of a sex filled lunch hour. He found enough to keep him busy that morning and made sure the top of his tool chest was clear of all tools. Most of the time he was able to keep Mason's husky voice out of his mind, but his cock had other ideas, By noon he was almost whimpering with need.

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

Mason spent the morning in a particularly good mood, to the point of whistling his way through a weeks worth of paperwork.

"I take it you’re planning on meeting Billy for lunch." Craig teased his Captain.

Mason blushed. "Yes, and just because I enjoy spending my lunch hour with my husband gives you no reason to have your mind in the gutter about it."

Craig broke out laughing. "I just asked if you two were having lunch together, but your defensiveness makes me think I had good reason to have my mind in the gutter."

"Jerk!” Mason accused as he threw a pen at Craig. It would have hit Craig in the forehead, if the young lieutenant hadn't ducked.

"Just make sure it really is a quickie, because you have a meeting with the Mayor this afternoon." Craig said laughing as he turned to leave Mason's office.

Mason threw another pen, this time it bounced off the back of Craig's head.

"Oh, and make sure you zip your fly and put your clothes on right side out," Craig called from the engine house.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Mason arrived at the Billy's garage at just a couple minutes before 12:00. He had stopped by his mother's deli and packed a couple of servings of Chinese chicken salad and two brownies.

"Monkey." He called out as he entered the garage.

Billy was quickly in Mason's arms, passionately kissing him. Mason could feel Billy's erection, and his own cock came alive. "Let's make sure all the doors are locked, and that you have flipped the sign to closed. They scurried in opposite directions to close the garage, and met back at Billy's tool chest. "Where's the lube?" Mason asked.

Billy opened a drawer of the chest and removed a large bottle of lube.

Mason laughed. "Drop the overalls and bend over." He unbuttoned his own trousers, and pumped a generous amount of lube into his hand.

Billy stepped out of his overalls eagerly, and bent over the toolbox. He felt
Mason fingers enter and slowly begin to finger fuck him. He keened and began to move back against the fingers.

Mason smiled and gave a contented grunt as he watched Billy moving back and forth on his fingers. He bent the tip of his fingers so that they gently scraped across Billy’s prostate, causing Billy to arch his back and groan in pleasure. Mason could no longer contain his cock; it was forcing its way out of his briefs--its homing instinct directing it towards Billy’s tight opening. He used the remainder of the lube on his hand to slick himself, and then positioned himself closely behind his lover. Placing one hand on Billy’s hip, he used the other to direct his cock through the rings of muscle that opened to Billy’s tight hot passage. He moaned at the intense pleasure, and Billy howled in bliss as Mason took him--Mason’s cock was hitting his prostate with every stroke.

Mason gave a soft laugh of pleasure as Billy raised himself onto his toes to force Mason's cock even farther inside of him. He placed his hands on Billy's hips.

Billy rocked himself forward as Mason pulled out, and then they would both powerfully push their bodies back together. The sound of Mason's balls banging on Billy's ass echoed through the garage. As the two men picked up the pace of their fucking, they both continued to loudly grunt and groan their pleasure, until there was one final slamming of their bodies. Mason held Billy tightly as he exploded into the core of his husband.

"Oh God so good," Billy breathed. "Super Billy loves his Super Mason, husband of steel."

The End