A. J. passed the den looking for Jian-Michael. As usual, Rob as at his desk, a phone held in the crook of his neck while his fingers flew over the keyboard of his laptop. He was discussing strategy with someone before leaving for L. A. the next day. A. J. entered their bedroom and heard loud rock coming from behind the closed bathroom door. He didn't bother to knock, knowing he probably wouldn't be heard anyway.
The bathroom was very large and the focal point was an oversized white oval tub, set into a corner and filled with foamy bubbles. Textured glass block on two sides let in light during the day and seashells covered the windowsills. Since it was evening, small candles were burning randomly among the shell collection. Jian-Michael was in the tub, his hair pulled up into a soapy Mohawk and a huge bubbly mound of suds on his face that passed for a mustache and beard. He was singing loudly along with the CD and was surprised and somewhat embarrassed when his friend walked in. Not because of the childish antics, that was certainly nothing new for him. He was embarrassed because on the grey marble tile floor beside the tub, there was a large white bathtowel with a woven rattan basket on it tied with a red ribbon. In it was a disposable razor, a can of Gillette sensitive skin formula shaving cream, some baby lotion, he got the picture.
"Oh _f_u_c_k_, not again! I thought you hated that! Why the hell have I been trying to shield you at the gym until it grew back? He's doing it again? What the _f_u_c_k_ did you do now?" A. J. was lifting Jian-Michael's jeans off the hamper and going through his pockets as he spoke. He pulled out his friend's wallet and checked on his cash situation. "Holy _f_u_c_k_! You just got paid a few days ago and all you've got is $27?! What are you doing with your bucks, asswipe?"
"I'm almost paid up." Jian-Michael sang along with the CD, before finishing up in a singsong voice, "That's my 'maaad muneee'."
"Are you telling me you still owe on your plastic?" A. J. held the bills, trying to decide whether or not to rip his friend off. "I'm totally tapped, man. I had to pay my share of the rent to that _f_u_c_k_ing bitch. _s_h_i_t_, she is acting insane! Three and a half years of my _f_u_c_k_ing life I wasted on her! _f_u_c_k_!!"
At that last word, Rob had walked through the open door, still on the phone. He popped the CD out of the machine and slipped another one in. Light reggae replaced the loud rock. Then he turned to A. J. and took Jian-Michael's money, wallet and jeans out of his hands. He disappeared briefly to toss them on their bed and returned, removing bills from his own wallet. Five twenties were thrust into A. J.'s hand. Rob turned the mouthpiece of the phone against his shoulder, "Out and watch that garbage mouth. You know I don't like gutter language." He glanced at Jian-Michael, still covered in suds and smiled broadly. Then he went to the tub, squashed the Mohawk and pushed him completely under the water. When the younger man came up sputtering, Rob could barely keep from laughing. "You have five more minutes to play then I expect you to be ready."
"Yes sir." Jian-Michael took some suds and again pulled up his hair, that time into as many spikes as his spread fingers could form. Rob laughed out loud and resumed his conversation as he left the bathroom.
A. J. turned to leave. "You guys are way beyond weird. Do you think he wants that last piece of cheesecake?" It didn't really matter. "Do you have time to make a couple more before you leave?"
Rob returned a few minutes later, stripped and climbed into the tub. He lathered himself and his lover up with the soap while Jian-Michael scooped up a load of suds to give Rob a hat. They both looked ridiculous and burst out laughing. When the younger man tried to add more liquid to keep up their bubble supply, Rob stopped him. "It's time." He stepped out of the tub, pulled him across the room into the shower and turned it on. Then he washed their hair and briskly rubbed his boy's body, watching him squirm in delight at the attention. After he was sure the soap was off, Rob dried himself and Jian-Michael obediently lay on the towel. He was just starting to feel nervous at the thought of the sharp razor on his balls.
It was nearly a repeat of what had happened a month earlier; however, the second time was an attempt to put Jian-Michael in the proper mood to play a role in one of Rob's fantasies. It was also a matter of trust and submission. The second time he shaved him was slow, sensuous with stops for _s_e_x_ual play. Instead of just scraping away his short little bush, Rob told his younger lover all the incredibly lewd and lascivious experiences he wanted to share with his 'little boy'. Not just his tongue, but his fingers were making it more and more appealing. 'Little jian' responded to the kinder, gentler treatment and got himself right up and out of the way of the razor. Jian-Michael grinned as he watched his standard bearer rising in pleasure....what a difference from the last time! When it was over, the boy went back to the shower while his lover cleaned up.
Jian-Michael then waited to be dried off. It was a ritual Rob enjoyed, then he sat on the floor at Rob's feet to have his hair brushed. It was slightly tangled, got caught and pulled. "Owwww!! _f_u_c_k_, that hurt!"
Rob stood suddenly and lifted him completely in the air, his feet dangling helplessly. "What have I told you about your language?! It's bad enough that it's every fourth word out of A. J.'s mouth! Now, you're picking up that habit? NO, it stops NOW!!"
Jian-Michael was too shocked to respond and he was afraid if he did, his friend would be thrown out that very night. The two men who were so important to him had an uneasy truce, at best. He tensely waited for what was to happen. His lover's face was grim and full of righteous fury, but his eyes were sparkling. The boy caught on. The games had begun and he had missed the starter's pistol, but there was always time for a power play.
Rob dropped him face down on the bed and he knew better than to move. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see him heading for his bureau and he knew by the heaviness of his footsteps that he was mightily pissed. Well, if he really wasn't, it was award material. There were two things on the bureau to be afraid of: Rob's large wooden hairbrush or his belt. Oh _s_h_i_t_!! He picked up the belt! Everything had been going so great, he moaned mentally. He had been on his way to receiving a very complete blowjob and in a heartbeat, he was in for pain!
Rob stood over Jian-Michael, ready to let fly with his belt. He was momentarily distracted by the faint ringing of the doorbell. He cracked the belt midair to enjoy the sound and then took a deep breath before swinging it again. That was interrupted by a knock at the bedroom door. He was frustrated and more than a little annoyed.
"GO AWAY! NOW!!" he roared. The rapping persisted a little more loudly.
A. J.'s voice filtered through in a tinny shout. "The lady next door is asking for Jian-Michael. Her dog is loose again and will only go to him! Come on, open up before the thing gets near the street!" Rob hesitated for a few seconds, wondering if it was one of their pranks, until he opened the door a bit and heard their neighbor's worried whine. _d_a_m_n_ that little mutt! Oh well, he knew he would have plenty of time to exercise his authority and besides, the best of his punishment tools were already packed.
"Go and help her, but this is not the last of this incident, comprende mocoso?" Rob boomed as he slapped once at the bare bottom to make sure he was listening. Jian-Michael mumbled into the mattress, praying his quiet thanks for the gift of animals.
Part 2: the next night.
When Jian-Michael checked in at the airport he was nearly unrecognizable. They were up to their old tricks again. Rob had instructed him that they were traveling as father and son. Upon hearing that, the younger man dressed as a 'mall rat', complete with nostril ring and a temporary magenta streak in his hair. He rather liked the ring, which was really an ear cuff, but was firmly told NO when he suggested making it a real part of his look. Curse or gift, with the right clothing, props and body language he could still pass for a boy in his mid-teens. Anyone looking at the businessman in an expensive pinstripe suit, carrying a briefcase and garment bag would never guess that he was with the kid in baggy shorts, oversized open floral shirt and hiking boots sullenly slouching along behind him.
Jian-Michael dropped his pack with the in-lines sticking out then the Game Boy fell out of his pocket when he bent over to retrieve it. His 'father' looked over his shoulder and snapped, "That new Discman in there had better not be broken or I'll be playing CD's on your butt! Pick that up and let's move it! We're not missing the redeye!" Some older people smiled their approval and nodded at Rob. He conspiratorially smiled pleasantly back. Jian-Michael struggled with his bags trying not to smirk at how Rob was getting off on it. He had some surprises of his own up his garish sleeve.
They eased down in their comfortable first class seats. Rob by the window and his restless younger friend on the aisle. They had asked for the last row and it was perfect for his plans. After take off the flight attendant asked what they would like to drink.
"Could I have a beer, please?" He was testing the waters. She smiled indulgently and glanced inquiringly at Rob.
"He'll have juice and I'd like rum, rocks and a twist, please."
"At least let me have a coke."
"After what I spent on those teeth? Your orthodontist should have his own Concorde by now. Juice."
As the attendant moved on to the next passenger, Rob said "Don't you challenge me or I'll put you over my knee right here, do you understand?" The attendant flashed an alarmed look their way.
He had been looking forward to all the free liquor he could consume on the way to L. A. Jian-Michael sat in angry silence, not faking his resentment. For that he got a loud slap on the thigh. "Owww! Yes sir, I won't do it again, Daddy." He was supposed to be playing a role and he'd better continue once they got started.
Rob smiled, pleased at the tone and the proper polite Southern response. The boy put on his sunglasses, hardly necessary at that hour; sniffled quietly, rubbed his sore leg and retreated to his soothing Discman. When the juice came he sipped at it in displeasure, poutily playing with the Game Boy and ignoring Rob. The young man then took a bored ramble to the other end of the plane noting everyone trying to sleep like sardines. On returning to first class, an attendant asked if he'd like to see the _c_o_c_k_pit.
He was about to say that's for kids, but changed his mind when he saw the look Rob gave him. He smiled sweetly and thanked her. The door opened and a good-looking pilot sat in the Captain's seat.
"Yo, dude. Like the rings! This your first time up?" So, he wanted to close the generation gap?
"Yo, flyman. Nah, flew in Nam." The pilot laughed and shook his head. "Actually, my father did." Whoops! "Uh, I mean my grandfather did. My Dad is the grumpy guy in the corner." The pilot threw him a salute and Rob returned it. Tiny mistake and Jian-Michael was afraid of staying too long; he was really tempted to flirt with such a choice cut. When he returned to his seat, Rob swatted his ass as he went to sit down.
"What have I told you about being respectful to your elders? You keep acting up, you ARE going to get spanked." Rob glared at the boy as he moodily slumped down looking mildly rebellious.
One by one all of the passengers fell asleep except a lady who had given Jian-Michael a sympathetic look when he'd been hit. She was engrossed in a pile of papers in the nearly dark cabin. At last Rob closed his laptop and was ready to sleep. "Go brush your teeth and don't disturb the others." He ordered with fatherly authority.
Jian-Michael took his pack into the private bathroom after saying, "Yes Daddy." When there, he did as he was told then fished two condoms and a small tube of Walgreen's finest out of the pack, then slipped them into his pocket. The only light on was the lady. Would she ever get tired? The attendants were in the serving area behind them talking quietly. They wouldn't come around again unless they were summoned. Rob had pillows and a blanket for him and had it placed so that he could nestle against his muscular chest. His white shirt smelled lightly of starch, aftershave and the cigar he had smoked on the way to the airport. The boy was content and soon they were both asleep.
The young man wakened about an hour later to a completely darkened cabin. He pretended to slide down with his pillow to rest his head in his father's lap then he arranged the blankets for maximum privacy. Rob was sleeping legs spread, in a perfect position for being unzipped and woke with a start. "What are you doing?!" he hissed at the slightly moving blanket. "Stop that!" he whispered as he lightly thumped Jian-Michael's head. Then he felt the condom being unrolled over his moistened erect shaft.
His lover sat up, kissed him quickly tasting the rum on his tongue and murmured, "We have lift off. I'm going to the john and leaving the door unlocked. Don't wait longer than one minute to join me or you'll be sorry." Rob was aghast. He was a respectable professional man. What if they were caught? The humiliation....the threat, oh _s_h_i_t_, he never knew what Jian-Michael would do! Rob was furious but ferociously turned on and hurried into the bathroom after checking to see that no one was watching.
Jian-Michael's shorts were hanging on the garment hook. He was greased, sheathed and very ready to initiate him. It was a real tight squeeze, but they were highly motivated. Rob was ready to take back control of the situation. They both gasped as he rammed deeply into the warmth of his agile lover's body and stopped, keeping the little Asian moth roughly impaled on his rod. The younger man knew the drill and tried to hold back but he was too far along. His brief taste of power was over as he breathed, "_f_u_c_k_medaddy." Magic words for Rob as he started their plunge to a mutual knee-shaking climax. He remembered to cover the boy's mouth tightly, he could be noisy during meltdown. There was a little turbulence that added to the experience as they completed another 'where can we do it next'? When Rob zipped up he was treated to an impish smile, "Welcome to the Mile High Club, Daddy. You leave first, I'll be out in a minute." The older man pretended to smack his cub, but instead grabbed the back of his neck, pulled him into a bear hug and then made his way unnoticed to his seat.
They slept the rest of the way into L. A. and Rob noticed a change in Jian-Michael's attitude after their brief encounter. He wasn't submissive or deferential anymore, but his old _c_o_c_k_y self as they walked to the bus for the car rental. That changed quickly when Rob spotted a bench adequate for his needs. Dropping his bags on the floor he jerked his boy across his thighs for at least two dozen very hard smacks to the seat of his pants. "Owwwww Daddy, don't be mad! I thought you'd oowwww get a kick out of OOWWWW!!" The driver, a fiftyish black man leaning against the bus, smiled widely as they climbed aboard for the short ride.
"No sir, you don't see that much anymore!" he commented admiringly to Rob. "A real shame, too. Just what these young punks need today. Teach 'em some respect!"
"What do you say to the gentleman?" Rob prodded the chagrined young man who couldn't think how to answer. Another smack to his thigh. "Owww, yes sir. I don't get away with anything." Or so it was turning out. Jian-Michael guessed correctly that he was going to be very well disciplined over the next week as he again sniffled quietly.