Chain Lightning II: Sheet Lightning

Motel, Motel, Motel

by


Don Henry and Gary Nicholson



…When down the highway there appeared from nowhere
A flashing neon sign - Motel, Motel, Motel…


…Amid the passion the sign kept flashin’
Upon the paneled walls - Motel, Motel, Motel…

…when he turned he saw that word flashing on her skin
Motel, Motel, Motel – Motel, Motel, Motel








Motel, Motel, Motel




What a day they had all had! Billy loved the beach, so naturally they had gone with him for a beach walk. He had looked longingly at the waves, wishing it were better weather for surfing. But this was New Zealand, and August in New Zealand was not famous for balmy breezes. The celebrations had moved indoors and everyone had gone clubbing and pub-crawling. Liv and Viggo had eventually cornered Dom, and from the meaningful glances those three shared, Jean, Billy and Sean knew Liv and Vig may have found their third.

It had all started off wonderfully the next morning, rather late the next morning. Which couldn’t be avoided, but the hour was unfortunate as they didn’t get that much time off. Often they worked long hours seven days a week, but luckily enough, they had a day off today. There was much to be done, so their breakfast had been late. Liv and Viggo had left early, leaving the three of them the morning for themselves. Just as Sean had promised, Billy got his breakfast in bed.

Sean had been dreaming and the dream slipped seamlessly into reality. Which is how he had awakened to a raging hard-on and Billy’s hand around him, that boyishly handsome face looking up at him from his shoulder. Billy’s morning smile was sunny, a portent of what they hoped the day would be like.

“I’m ready for my breakfast.” Billy smiled, eyes twinkling with mischief. Yes, mischief and something more.

“Well, I rather had something more nourishing in mind, but…” Sean began. But Billy had already slid down his body and claimed his prize. “Oh, God, nevermind.”

Jean woke slowly from the sound and movement. When she opened her eyes she saw the look on Sean’s face, then saw the cause of said look. Watching the two men, she felt something stir, not only in her body, but also in her heart. There they were, her two sleepy-eyed boys, lazily enjoying a little eye-opener before they became busy walking their walk of life for the day. That was how she saw them, as walking a walk of life, so different from the men who had been in her life before, men who only knew how to take and take, bent on destruction, knowing the pain and degradation they left in their wake. Far from unawareness of what they did, they swam in pools of pain and sorrow, pools filled by the tears of the ones they used up and cast aside.

And then there were men like Billy and Sean. Men who were filled with giving, and because they were, they were never empty in heart or soul. The more they gave, the more full of life they became. They had spoiled her for any other kind of man. Now she could never go back to what she’d had; what she had been before she’s met these two. If she was a butterfly, these two were her cocoon. They had nourished her soul and brought her back from the dead. She felt like a creature reborn to the world, reborn and set free.

She kicked off the covers and snuggled up close to the two of them. One of her hands lazily caressed Billy’s morning-spiky hair, and Billy leaned into the caress. She reached up and laid her palm against Sean’s cheek and he, too, leaned into her caress, dropping a light kiss in her palm. She moved upwards and kissed Sean’s mouth tenderly, then kissed her way down, joining Billy in his morning meal briefly before moving further down for a meal all her own. As she took Billy in her mouth, he made a soft mewling sound. The sensations she gave him apparently traveled upwards, showing up as a soft, contented purr from Sean. His hand took the place of her hand in Billy’s hair, his touch more passionate, perhaps, but no less affectionate. Sean twisted his body about so that he could eat Jean and the circle of desire was complete, a wheel of heated, hungry flesh and full hearts.

After they were done, Sean, true to his word, served breakfast in bed. There were the obligatory ‘second breakfast’ jokes, of course. Then with full stomachs and full hearts, they showered together and out into the day they went. They had their beach walk, a light lunch, then met up with Dom, Liv and Viggo to go clubbing. Soon others had joined them, some for a few minutes, some for longer. One thing in common they all had. They had never seen Billy happier. Never a gloomy person, Billy was especially filled with delight this day, and everyone seemed to notice it.

As the evening grew older the partying grew wilder. Jean, Billy and Sean watched Liv and Viggo as they gravitated towards Dom, and though no one said anything, knowing looks were exchanged between all of them. The hour grew later still, and the six decided to get a motel room. Nothing fancy or flashy, just a quiet little out-of-the-way place where the help knew how to mind their own business and keep their mouths shut.

Viggo, Liv and Dom filed in first, followed by Sean and Jean, who were pulling Billy inside by his shirtfront. The door slammed shut behind Billy. Sean reached around him and locked the door, then scooped Jean and Billy into his arms. Jean and Billy began kissing first, as usual; then Sean joined them with his registered, patent-pending, trademark purr. Then, a long arm about each one, he guided them to one of the beds. Billy picked Jean up and threw her in the bed. Sean picked Billy up and threw him in the bed. He turned to close the curtains and the flashing red neon sign painted his body with the word, ‘motel… motel… motel…’ Jean and Billy watched him for a moment, mesmerized by the sight. He turned, took off his jacket and leapt onto the bed beside his lovers.

“Come and unwrap your presents, Billy!” Sean, indicating Jean and himself, smiled that subtle, sexy smile of his, the one that smoldered. Then he simply relaxed while Jean and Billy undressed him, laughing like children as they each caught the eye of the other. Once Sean’s shirt had been stripped from him, Jean worked on his fly while Billy straddled Sean’s waist. Sean began unbuttoning Billy’s shirt, letting his hands slide briefly around Billy’s waist, his thumbs stroking Billy’s skin in small, sensual circles. Then he slipped Billy’s shirt off and tossed it on the floor. He raised his hips so Jean could pull his trousers off as he unbuttoned and unzipped Billy’s jeans. Once naked, the two converged on Jean and undressed her together.

“Well, Dom,” Billy grinned. “Hopefully we don’t have to go much further to make sure you get the general idea.”

Dom, his blue eyes lit with delight at what he was seeing, made an almost silent “Oooooo!” sound, his mouth shaped like an ‘O’. That was when Liv grabbed him and kissed him. Billy, Sean and Jean watched. Liv began undressing Dom as Viggo worked on Liv’s dress. “Billy, I wasn’t sure what you’ve been up to lately,” Dom grinned, “but I had my ideas, you horny little devil. I was right, you’ve been having a threesome!”

“Damned right I have!” Billy nodded, grinning. “If I had known how good it was, I would have done years ago!”

“You mean you haven’t done this before?” Dom looked surprised. “Not me! I love threesomes. Poor Billy, you’ve really missed a lot of fun, unlike myself.” With that, his hands found the respective crotches of Liv and Viggo and began working them with quite a bit of expertise. Liv’s shapely brows rose in surprise. Her eyes and Dom’s locked, then she looked suggestively at Viggo’s cock, and soon the pair were nested between Viggo’s legs and lapping at his cock, which was growing to epic proportions. Viggo’s brows rose in surprise and delight, and he sighed, relaxing into the pleasure.

Jean pushed Billy onto his back and took him into her mouth, eliciting a delighted, soft little moan. Billy reached for Sean’s cock, and Sean positioned himself so that Billy could taste what he so obviously hungered for. Sean moaned and sighed. “Oh, God…” He stroked Billy’s hair with a smile. “Oh, my bad boy, how good you are at that.”

Billy withdrew and looked up at Sean. “Because I love it, Sean. You’ll always be my favorite, you know.” He flicked the tip of Sean’s cock, gathering the clear fluid there. “Any time you want me to eat you, just say the word. I’ll never say no, not to you. You were my first. I’ll always compare every other man to you, Sean. I might have others, but I’ll always come back to you. You know it, too, don’t you? You know it, and that turns you on, doesn’t it? Sweet Jesus, did I say that out loud?”

“Yes, you did!” Sean laughed. “--And yeah, it does turn me on, Billy. Don’t stop, Billy, please, don’t stop.” Sean’s hands rested on Billy’s head and he forcefully pushed Billy’s face back to his cock. Billy delighted in Sean’s demands. Jean, watching this, was now even more ravenous. Watching her men interact made her hornier, and she sucked Billy with unforgiving hunger. She sucked Billy fiercely, bringing him to the edge and then backing off, waiting until Sean was ready to come so she could make Billy come at the same time. There was plenty of time for her to enjoy her meal since Sean liked it nice and slow, and she knew the sweet torment made it all the better for Billy. Billy could never get Sean off soon enough to suit him, because Sean always made him wait.

Viggo, too, soon found he had to take control of his pair, or rather he had to attempt to do so. Dom went at him with an almost fiendish demand and Liv was caught up in Dom’s enthusiasm. Dom gave head so differently than Billy did. Billy liked to be controlled, but Dom was so greedy and demanding that Viggo had to use a great deal of control, and even then there was only so far he could go in holding back. He found himself coming almost against his will, and even then Dom and Liv were still insatiable. Viggo gasped, watching as Dom maneuvered Liv into position and fucked her fiercely, making her come almost immediately. He continued to pound into her cunt, then went after Viggo once more. Liv liked being aggressive, but Dom’s appetites were the same as her own, and she found that letting Dom take the lead was a delightfully different path to tread, a path she followed with equal aggression. It looked like Viggo’s pair would be the opposite of Sean’s. While they followed Sean’s lead, Liv and Dom forged ahead aggressively, not content to wait on someone else to take control. The sexual dynamic was entirely different, and Viggo loved it.

All this watching and being watched in turn made Billy even hungrier for his treat and made Sean yet more determined to make him wait. When first Viggo, then Liv, and finally Dom were coming a second time Sean did what was, to Billy, unthinkable. He made Billy stop. “Let me hear you beg, Billy,” Sean growled. “Come on, then, you know you love it.”

Billy didn’t hesitate one second. “Oh God, please, Sean, let me have it. Jean won’t let me come until you do. I feel like I’m going to die if you don’t, please, please, Sean, please give it to me!”

“One more time.” Sean demanded.

Billy gasped, desperate. “Please, Sean, I -- I’ll do anything; I swear it!”

“Oh fuck,” Sean growled. “Good, very good, Billy... come on then, lad.”

Sean gentled down a notch and Billy went after him in near-attack mode. Sean groaned. He had been aching to come, but now he was glad he had held back. When he came he felt as though he was being turned inside out. He watched Jean sucking Billy the same way, and Billy got off like gangbusters. He went deep in Jean’s mouth, deeper than he had ever gone. Billy’s growling vibrated Sean’s cock, making the older man’s pleasure all the more intense, so intense Sean lost control; he thrust upward, filling Billy’s mouth forcefully and deeply. He loved watching Billy come; Billy glowed when he came, he burned. It was like watching flames. And the brightest of these flames were the green ones that burned in those gorgeous green eyes.

And Billy…he found he felt possessed by his desires, willing to do anything as long as he didn’t have to give his threesome up. Coherent thought was suddenly abandoning him, leaving nothing but pure animal lust. Jean’s mouth was so hot and tight around his cock, sucking him so hard he felt he would be drained dry, and he could tell by her moaning and writhing that she was coming, coming from just having his cock in her mouth, not even touching herself. Between the pair of them, Sean and Jean, Billy felt completely claimed. When they had him, he was theirs, theirs utterly and completely. And on the tail of that feeling came the feeling that he owned them, too. And he was right. He was all too right. Of the three of them, there was nothing too great to ask or demand or give.

The three took their customary positions as Sean took them in his arms and watched Jean and Billy kissing each other. As Sean joined them in their kiss he could taste Billy’s come and his own mingled together. The three heard a sound from the next bed and turned to see they were being watched.

“Jesus!” Dom was laughing. “You three were so into it you forgot we were even here.” Viggo and Liv laughed with him. And the guilty parties could only join their laughter, because Dom was exactly right. They really had forgotten anyone was there besides the three of them. Billy, still laughing, began to slide down. He pushed Jean onto her back and buried his face between her thighs with a satisfied moan. He wanted to eat her just like he had eaten Sean, wanted to make her come so hard it would leave a mark on her soul, and from Jean’s reaction, he was off to a good start. Sean sucked her nipples until they were hard little nubs, holding her firmly until she clamped her legs around Billy’s head and arched her back with a high, clear cry… and still Billy hadn’t had enough.

Sean wanted to fuck her while Billy was eating her, and as he positioned her, he glanced over to the three in the next bed and saw that Liv had a cock in each hand and was quite happily eating both Dom and Viggo. Her full lips were passion-swollen; her eyes flickered between the two men she was eating and her audience in the next bed.

Seeing that they were watching him and his own pair whetted his appetite, made something hot and hard and sharp twist deep inside him. He had Jean on her side now while Billy was still eating her, and he slipped into her glistening slit with a single, powerful thrust. He fucked her slowly, enjoying the sensations when Billy made her come around his cock. He continued his slow, controlled thrusts. Billy was insatiable. He loved eating pussy, and having Sean’s cock right there made it even better. Now and then he would let his tongue slip inside Jean and probe the underside of Sean’s cock with the tip of his tongue, eliciting the soft purr of a growl from Sean that both Billy and Jean loved to hear. Billy felt himself working up to a fevered pitch. When Jean came yet again, her clasping cunt pushed Sean over the edge, and Billy was treated with the juices of both of his lovers at once. When this happened, something hit him that had never hit him before, and he came without so much as a touch to his own cock.

His reaction was so much like that of Jean’s own, their expressions and appetites so mirrored on their twin-like faces that it was made all the more erotic for Sean. Like a man possessed, without recalling how he came to be doing so, Sean suddenly found himself licking Jean and Billy clean, as if he could devour them both. He found his mind slipping back to that first evening when he’d noticed Jean’s surgery had made her look so much like Billy. Sean hadn’t been able to sleep that night for thinking about having them both; thinking about watching them together -- a profanely matched pair of magical, feral creatures, like something from a dark fantasy. His lungs were still hitching and heaving as he held them tightly, and their arms wound around him in a scathing indictment that they returned Sean’s emotions. They had once more forgotten there was anyone in the room with the three of them.

Only there were other people there. And the others were witness again to how Jean, Billy and Sean got lost in each other. Their watchers began sharing knowing looks. And while watching the other three was pure porn, this audience was silent witness to the depth of the relationship between Billy, Sean and Jean. The latter three at times became so separate to themselves that it was impossible for the former three to ignore it. There was a brief moment of awkwardness when Jean, Sean and Billy realized they weren’t alone, then a brief space of seconds they filled with somewhat nervous laughter at themselves, followed by throats being cleared before the awkwardness passed.

Billy and Dom exchanged looks, and everyone could see the silent communication between the two; Dom’s look seemed to warn Billy, ‘—be careful…you could break all three hearts, my friend. You’re on very dangerous ground, Billy, for you and for them…’ Billy gave a small nod, swallowing hard.

Billy sat up so suddenly it caught everyone’s full attention. He was looking at Jean and Sean hard and deeply. He suddenly found he had embraced them both fiercely.

“Easy, lad, easy! You’re choking us, Bill!” Sean said, letting his fingers trail up and down two backs soothingly. “No need to say anything, Billy. We know. We know. We’ve grown close, haven’t we? And it’s all right. It’s all right. It’s good we care, Billy. It’s good it’s special. And it’s the best birthday present we’ve given you yet, Billy.”

Billy looked from Sean to Jean. She gave him a sweet nod and kissed his mouth tenderly. “It’s okay to say it, Billy, if you feel you need to.” She said softly, her hand cupping one cheek. “Do you need to say it?”

Billy went silent for a space of a few seconds. Then looking affectionately at Jean and Sean, he replied, “I’ll say it. Not because I need to, but because I want to. Just because we aren’t in love with each other doesn’t mean we aren’t in love. We’re in love alright. Not with each other, but with what we do. We’re in love with what we three are together.” Gently smiling, he nodded in self-affirmation. The smile spread to his eyes and made them sparkle. “Might as well say it. We already knew it anyway. On some level, we knew something had passed between us three. I guess I just needed Dom to remind me. And he’s right. Sooner or later, we won’t be together anymore, and we’ll miss it. Maybe even feel a little heartache over it. So let’s just know that, and be ready when the time comes to say ‘goodbye for now.’ I’m glad this happened, though.” He took Jean’s face between his hands and kissed her mouth softly, then, with one arm around Sean’s neck, pulled him close to join them. This went on for some time, this physical but silent confirmation that they had a special bond all the more precious because they knew it couldn’t last. When it ended, Billy looked at Dom, and again the two shared a silent communication, --‘thanks, Dom. Thanks for pointing out what I knew in my heart and didn’t want to think about.’

Then suddenly Billy began to laugh, and it was so contagious that soon everyone had joined in. Billy laughed so hard tears streamed down his cheeks, throwing himself on his back and holding his sides. “Oh!” he sighed, his accent suddenly thicker, “Oh, tha’ felt sae good! Ah’m havin’ a brilliant time, me! Let’s go back to havin’ our orgy!”

He looked toward the slightly parted curtains. The red neon sign flashed, painting his smiling face and his wonderfully muscled little body. “Motel…motel…motel…”

Jean found herself trapped by the image. Later, she would recall this night and how she had seen Sean and Billy painted by the pulsing red light; she would see it as a foreshadowing of what was to come. When she would recall this night later, goose flesh would rise on her arms and a shiver would run up her spine. This night of nights she kept in her heart like a small and precious stone, like a blood red ruby, red like the flashing neon sign that would beat in her memory like the beat of their hearts. This memory was a thing filled with life, beating fiercely, a vibrant and living thing, beating like the wings of some rare red exotic bird, its moment come round at last, uncaged and flying free.

Looking back, she would recall how she had rolled over on her belly next to Billy and kissed his cheek almost chastely, and how her sisterly emotions soon smoldered into something not quite so sisterly. She kissed her way down his body, and Billy let his eyes slide shut. His lids fluttered like the neon sign, “Motel… motel… motel…”

Billy’s skin felt lovely under and against her tongue and lips. His taste, somehow sweet and spicy at once, was different from Sean’s skin, or Viggo’s. Sean’s skin was saltier and subtly musky and had a taste that could only be described as warm. Viggo’s taste was stronger and sharper. Not unpleasantly so, in fact it had its own appeal. But as much as she liked Viggo, nothing compared to Billy and Sean to Jean.

Sean settled himself on Jean’s other side, chin resting in hand, elbow propping him up so that he could watch Jean and Billy. Nothing made him smolder as much as watching the pair of them together. She nuzzled Billy’s neck and shoulder and Sean heard Billy sigh contentedly. He smiled that gentle smile of his, the one that made him seem so boyish, and Sean felt himself smile in turn.

Jean was so absorbed in what she as doing a bomb could have gone off next to her and she would scarcely have noticed. The taste and texture of Billy’s skin sent her to a far-off place, a place where there was only this, only the taste and texture of the man she wanted to devour…she could nearly count the pores of his skin with her lips and tongue.

From neck to nipple to navel, then his inner thighs, and finally that which she wanted to taste the most. She moaned around him, her mind adrift in the pleasure of it. Yes, Sean was right, eating Billy was the devil’s candy. She found herself so aroused by it than when Sean slipped two fingers inside her and curled them toward her pubic bone she came, taking Billy with her, the taste of his juices running through her like fire in her veins.

But Billy was a greedy thing. He wanted more. He wanted to watch Sean and Liv and Dom. And Dom was more than eager to experience what he’d just seen Jean do to Billy. Now, on all fours, Jean had Dom in her mouth and Sean mounting her from behind, and it felt so good she didn’t know which way to rock: towards Dom or back against Sean and Liv’s full lips at her clit from underneath. Jean found Dom tasted very much like Billy, and the similarity drove her further into that hot, dark place, and Billy was so entranced by watching he had completely forgotten about Viggo until the bigger man –in all respects—made his presence known by grabbing Billy around the waist. Dom’s eyes widened at the sight.

“Don’t look so surprised, Dommie-boy,” Viggo grinned. “Just an example of what you’re going to get later.”

Viggo’s fingers were slick with gel. It was the kind that had a warming effect, a new experience for them both. With one hand working Billy’s cock and the other probing his ass, Billy soon found himself once more adrift. Viggo pushed Billy face down. He then grabbed Billy’s hips so he could get a good purchase on that round, hard little ass, then slowly and carefully slid inside Billy. The sight made Dom come instantly, but he continued pumping into Jean’s mouth. Watching Billy get fucked cross-eyed by that huge member turned Dom on in way he hadn’t expected. Billy had never struck Dom as the type that would take to submission like a duck to water, and seeing his friend in such a state made Dom ravenous. He couldn’t help thinking that Viggo must know what he was doing, thinking ‘will it feel that good for me?’ His surprise at seeing this side of Billy aroused Dom’s curiosity as well as his libido, and he was beginning to think of himself in Billy’s place. This feeling aroused as well as surprised Dom even further.

Liv crawled from beneath Jean and nudged Dom to one side. She grabbed Jean’s face and pulled it to her cunt, positioning herself so Dom could fuck her from behind. She came with a fierce swiftness. The four of them couldn’t decide who was best to watch, themselves or Viggo and Billy. The latter was now sweating and pushing back against Viggo demandingly, and Dom saw that Billy’s passive role gave him a kind of power over a man in the aggressive role. Billy was obviously a hot lay from the way Viggo was focused on what he was feeling. He would frequently pause and wait for Billy to whimper or moan and eagerly wriggle his little bottom against Viggo. What surprised Dom the most was what happened next.

Billy pushed back against Viggo, his glittering green eyes afire. “Give it to me, damn you!” he growled. “Come in me, you great bastard! You fucking well know you want it, do it, give it to me hard! Deeper… I said deeper, you bastard, fuck me like a bitch!”

Viggo gave Billy’s ass a sharp slap. “Mind that filthy mouth, Billy. You want it; I’ll give it to you. And you’ll come for me when I do.”

That was how Dom found that Billy was actually the one in control here, because Viggo did exactly what Billy wanted. He gave it to him; oh he definitely did that, one hundred per cent. And when Viggo and Billy came, so did Dom. And there was the sexual chain reaction…Liv came, bathing Jean’s face in her juices mixed with Dom’s, and Sean came in Jean’s cunt, setting Jean off once again.

All of these events had surprised Dom in a not unpleasant way, but his surprises weren’t over yet. Viggo dragged himself off to the bathroom. When he did, Sean swung his long legs off the bed, leaving Dom with the two women. Sean, still panting from his recent romp and drenched with sweat, seemed to almost leap onto the other bed. He had an odd look on his face, something somewhere between possessiveness and irritation. This was the biggest surprise of all to Dom. Billy was playing Sean against Viggo, and Sean knew it. Sean knew it, and was not about to be out-done.

Dom saw Sean looking at Billy. He must have been aware he was being watched, because when he spoke, though his eyes never left Billy, he spoke to Dom. “You know, Dom, the thing about Viggo is he’s a horseman. He understands them and he understands people who are like them. Now me, I’m more a cat and dog person.” Sean looked at Jean. “Take Jean, now…”

“Any time.” Dom grinned.

“Well, that’s just the thing, though.” Sean continued. “Jean is like a cat. She’s not to be taken for granted or forced to do something. Fuck up and she’ll leave, just like a cat. If she wants to do something, let her and she’ll always come back to you. Fail in that regard and she won’t come back. The only way to get her to keep coming back is to keep letting her go.”

“True,” Jean said. “You nailed me, Sean.”

“Sure did,” Liv agreed. “When I found her she was this beat-up little stray, scared to trust anyone. Lots of TLC later and some understanding and patience and now look at her.”

“Exactly,” Sean said. “While I’m on the subject, Jean, I’d like to talk to you about those pictures, later. You’ve been sharpening those claws, I can tell. You’re up to something, and I want to know what. We’ve taken too much care of you to let you get hurt after all this time, okay?”

“Sure, Sean,” Jean smiled. It always made her smile when Sean went all ‘daddy’ on her. He was a chronic caregiver, addicted to it, but she didn’t mind, because at the end of the day it was a kind of love. “So, is Billy a cat, too?” she added. Viggo had been listening from the bathroom and now settled himself next to Liv to hear more of what Sean had to say. He had a thoughtful look on his face.

“No, not at all,” Sean said, returning his gaze to Billy, who acted more like a deer in headlights than anything else when Sean looked at him like that. “Our Billy, now. Billy is a tough, feisty little scrapper, like a terrier. But like a cat, you have to know how to handle them. You see, if Billy doesn’t know who’s in charge, like a pup, he’ll feel like he’s in charge. Dog people are like that. They want someone in charge, and if no one is, then you’re going to have some… shall we say behavior modification to do. Simple, really.” Sean was smiling a secretive little smile. Tension made the air thick. The red neon light kept flashing through the slight part in the curtains… motel… motel… motel…

“You see, the thing is you have to assert yourself.” Sean said, his voice soft, low and soothing. “You break a horse. You handle a dog. Big difference. A horseman breaks a horse differently than a trainer handles a dog, you see. A horse is a powerful animal. It has to be controlled. It has to know who has power. Handle a dog badly and you wind up with a shy biter or a broken spirit. That doesn’t mean they don’t want someone in charge; they do. Like I said, though, you break a horse. With a dog, you just assert yourself and the dog does most of the rest because he wants to please. When you’re dealing with a dog person, if you want to be in charge, you can’t just let them do whatever they damned well please. Just like handling a pup, really. You just have to get them to relax and let you take charge. It’s a kindness, really. They stress out when they don’t know who’s looking out for them.” Sean stretched out next to Billy. Billy really did look tense, stressed. Sean placed a splay-fingered hand on Billy’s chest and gently but firmly pushed Billy onto his back.

“What are you doing, Sean?” Billy nibbled his lower lip.

“Ssh, it’s okay, just relax,” was Sean’s only reply. Billy tried to sit up again, but Sean pushed him back down again, his touch still gentle but firm, his voice soft and low. “Ssh, now lad, relax, just relax, Bill, everything’s going to just fine…”

When Billy tried to sit up the third time, Sean pushed him back down, this time more firmly, but still very gentle, very controlled. “Ah-ah-ah!” he scolded. “Just relax, Billy. You don’t have to do anything, just relax.”

They watched as Billy began to settle down, and Sean stroked his side soothingly. Speaking softly, he said, “That’s right, Billy, that’s good, just relax.” His voice was velvety, soothing. Dom saw Billy give an enormous exhale of breath and his tension seemed to just dissipate. Sean continued to stroke Billy, letting his hands skate softly along Billy’s skin, still speaking softly. “There now, you see? Now he knows who’s in charge and he can relax. Right, Billy?”

“Mmmm,” was Billy’s only answer. It made Sean grin.

“Shit,” Viggo grinned. “Sean is a Scot-whisperer!” Jean and Liv giggled. Dom gaped.

Sean continued to touch Billy firmly but gently, speaking soothingly. “That’s good, Billy. You’re doing great. You see? Even a little scrapper can be tamed down if you know what you’re doing. Once the groundwork is laid, the fun can begin. Playtime is much more relaxing because there’s no power struggle. I won’t need to assert myself and he won’t stress out over who is going to do what.” Sean let his hand skate up Billy’s body to cup his chin. With his thumb he traced the outline of Billy’s lips, eliciting a grin from the smaller man. Billy bit Sean’s thumb gently, opening his eyes, which seemed to sparkle with mischief. “Are we relaxed now?” Sean asked.

Billy nodded, laughing. “Does this mean it’s playtime?”

“I’d say so, yes,” Sean said. His hand drifted back down Billy’s body to cup Billy’s ass. “So, then,” Sean said, “Tell me, Billy, have I got you mapped out?”

“Mmmm…”

“I’ll take that as a yes, then.”

Billy laughed. He sat up and pushed Sean on his back. “You’re a madman, Bean!” Billy chuckled.

“Yeah, I am,” Sean replied. “But I’m also right and you know it.”

Billy straddled Sean’s waist, then propped himself up with his elbows firmly on Sean’s chest, resting his chin on his hands. “Yeah, I guess you are right. It’s… not the same with Viggo. I was having a few control issues. I just didn’t know why. No offense, Vig. I mean, it’s great… but I guess Sean really does have me mapped out.”

“Billy, your elbows are killing me!” Sean laughed. He rolled over, taking Billy with him. Sean turned to Jean and held out one hand, palm up. “Jean…” he said softly. Jean hopped up from her place and padded quietly to the other bed, got in it and curled up beside Sean and Billy.

“Meow.” Jean laughed.

From the other bed, Dom, Liv and Viggo watched the other three going through their little rituals of foreplay, the red neon light flashing on their skin.

Motel… motel… motel…

Motel… motel… motel…