A Helping Hand

By: DL
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Chapter 14

It took several moments for me to fully come round [well, maybe not fully; I'm not an early morning person at the best of times] and whilst I was surfacing, Juan continued to sit on the side of the bed settee and glower angrily at me.

Eventually I'd come round enough to say somewhat exasperatedly to Juan "Now what?" I soon realised that as an opening conversational gambit with an unamused and somewhat irrational young Spaniard at nearly four o'clock in the morning this wasn't the best I could have chosen. Juan had barely let me get the words out of my mouth before he retorted; "What do you mean 'Now what?' Only a few hours ago you were making a fuss about not letting Julian share the bed with me and here you are sharing the bed with him!"

I groaned – definitely not yet firing on all cylinders – hardly surprising as I tended often to work into the early hours and getting up at four a.m. never featured in my plans! I eventually managed to say "Juan, you seriously didn't wake me just to get stroppy about Julian being in the same bed as me, did you?"

"Why shouldn't I? What was wrong with Julian sharing the bed with me if its alright for him to share one with you?" he replied. I was beginning to become more than a little exasperated; and replied "For God's sake go back to bed and we'll have a talk about it when we're all awake at a civilised hour!"

This didn't work. Juan quickly retorted with "Why should I go back to bed. What's wrong with talking about it now." That was too much for me at such an early hour [well, for waking it was an early hour; though I often worked up to and beyond it!] "If you don't do as I ask and go back to bed, I'll put you over my knee and spank you and then carry you back to bed!"

Juan clearly was in no mood for listening or believing that I might carry out my threat! "I won't go back to bed like a little boy just because you ask me to!" I'd had enough by now, and throwing off the duvet, I got out of bed and quickly grabbed Juan around the waist and slung him over my shoulder – he didn't, as I noted earlier, weigh a lot – taking him by surprise. As I started off to the door he began yelling "Put me down! You can't do this!" and banging on my lower back with his fists. I didn't stop, but I did give his backside a smart slap with my free hand; that took him by surprise and he stopped complaining and started crying.

It didn't take long to march down the hall and shoulder open the bedroom door and then I gently deposited Juan on the bed and drew the covers back over him. Having got him back in bed, still crying, I crouched down and grasping his face gently, but firmly, I turned him toward me and said "Juan, for heaven's sake grow up! You're nearly an adult and behaving like a spoilt eleven-year-old! Go back to sleep and let me and Julian get the rest we need even if you apparently don't need it."

Juan started to argue and I stopped him with a cautionary hand gently tapping his lips as I simply said "Don't!" Juan stopped and I said, "We're going to have to have a talk later, because I'm not prepared to put up with you throwing tantrums every time something doesn't go your way. Just go back to sleep for now and let it rest, OK?" I think by this time Juan had got the idea that I was seriously pissed off as he started to say something, but stopped and simply nodded his head.

I straightened up and said "Rest, OK?" and turned and left, closing the bedroom door firmly behind me. Back in the lounge, Julian was awake and lying on his side, watching the door to the hall as I emerged and closed the hall door. He waited until I'd crossed the lounge and got back into the bed settee before he said "I heard Juan yelling as you took him back to the bedroom; did you have to smack him?" I wasn't in the mood for conciliation and turning toward him, said "Julian, I asked him nicely to go back to bed and he refused; I told him if he didn't reconsider I'd spank him and carry him back to the bedroom, and he persisted in refusing. I didn't spank him, but simply slung him over my shoulder to carry him back to the bedroom whereupon he started yelling and hitting me in the back with his fists: then I slapped his backside once. I'm not proud of it, but I don't think I was unreasonable either. The three of us need to have a talk later, but for now, please, can we get some sleep?" He nodded and turned away towards the wall.

I did manage to get back to sleep and woke unaided at nearly 8:15; feeling a bit more like usual. I eventually forced myself to get out of bed – Julian was still sleeping – and ambled down to the bathroom for my usual morning routine. Having cleaned myself up and got back into my pyjamas (I hadn't thought to bring clothes with me); I gently pushed open the door to my bedroom and peeked inside. Juan was asleep on the lefthand side where I'd left him. As it was a Saturday and work – although unfortunately nearly always with me, even at weekends – didn't require my presence at normal hours, I went round the bed and laid down on top of it on the righthand side and waited for Juan to wake up.

I must have dozed off again – albeit not for long as it turned out – and was woken by Juan stirring. Coming round quicker this time [well, it was more my usual time!] I smiled at Juan and reaching out, tousled his hair and said "I am sorry, really. But you were being totally unfair and unreasonable." He looked at me; I guess unsure of which Dave was talking to him – Kind or Angry – and seeing the look on his face didn't improve my feelings of reproach for my behaviour. I tousled his hair again and said, "We – that is: you, Julian and I – need to have a talk about things in general when everyone is up and truly awake, but I just wanted to say I'm sorry to you; what happened was out of character and I can only put it down to the hour and circumstances. Can you forgive me for it?"

Juan looked at me fixedly for several moments and then slowly nodded his head, and then said "I should ask you to forgive me as well; you were right, I was being unreasonable and acting like a spoilt child, so I can't really say that I didn't deserve to get smacked and treated like one." I could see tears starting to well up in his eyes and I leaned forward and pulled him towards me, giving him a hug as I said "Its OK, you're forgiven as far as I'm concerned; it's a new day and a fresh start." I cuddled him and kissed him on his forehead, holding him close until I felt him relax – cuddling him had at least stopped him breaking down and crying again.

Once I felt Juan relax, and he appeared to have got over his emotional reaction, I let him go and laid back on the bed, propping myself up on my left arm, and looking at Juan as I said "So, apart from getting up, what do you want to do today? …" I was interrupted by Julian padding into the room, clad only in his boxers; he came over to Juan and grinning at us both, lifted the bed covers, and said to Juan "Well are you going to slide over so I can get in bed with you?" Juan had turned towards him as he'd pushed the door open and entered the room, and he said "But you know …" and I interrupted him, getting his attention by gently nipping the side of his neck; he turned towards me, annoyance plastered on his face, and I smiled at him as I said: "Its OK, I don't think it'll do any harm if Julian gets in bed with you now, even if he cuddles up to you." I slid back to the edge of the bed as I said it and Julian had lost no time in sliding in the other side and poking Juan in his midrif as he said "Come on, move over sleepy; its cold out here!" Juan complied and Julian was quick to cuddle up to him after dropping the bedcovers back over himself; I watched as Julian quickly slid over, kissed Juan and prompted him to roll over on his side facing me, whereupon he spooned up to him and insinuated his arms around him, snuggling close and smiling contentedly at me.

"OK, well, before you start again, Juan; I don't mind Julian being in bed with you now because even though I know he's definitely NOT going to sleep I'm equally certain that he won't be doing anything that I might disapprove of with you while I'm here, OK."Julian smirked at me from behind Juan's head, and I could see his right hand was caressing Juan's stomach and I had little doubt it was inside his pyjamas! Juan was visibly relaxing, almost purring contentedly, from the attention his lover was giving him (and I'm sure that both boys almost certainly had boners!) In fact I couldn't resist getting some satisfaction from embarrassing the pair of them, so I said "Be careful where you poke Juan with that thing Julian, remember he's getting over a bad beating." And I was rewarded by seeing both boys blush bright red as I mentioned 'poking' – it stopped Julian stroking Juan's stomach momentarily!

I watched as Julian resumed caressing his boy, and saw the pair of them lying there contentedly snuggled up to each other. It was obvious that despite the fact they'd had little time alone together, they were apparently mutually attracted to each other – it was almost exactly like 'love at first sight'! Silence reigned as I just lay propped up on the bed watching as the boys unashamedly made the most of the opportunity to get close together! Eventually, feeling embarrassed myself at being 'gooseberry' I said "OK, Julian, do you want to go and get dressed – I'll stay here with Juan so you're not too embarrassed whilst you do so."

Julian was apparently willing to continue intimately investing Juan as he smiled at me but made no move to comply. I took the bull by the horns again and said, "Well, I was trying to be subtle, but since it seems subtlety is incapable of penetrating your desires, perhaps I should mention that if you carry on for too long as you are, the erection that might have embarrassed you whilst dressing in front of me may well embarrass you rather more dramatically if you go past the 'point of no return'!" Juan smiled amusedly at this, but Julian flushed brightly at my blatantly mentioning his presumed state of arousal.

Julian had stopped caressing Juan once I'd mentioned his 'erection' and had kissed Juan's neck and removed his arms from around him, but still lay there, making no effort to get out of bed – for a reason I could easily guess – he'd found that getting aroused was easy enough, but that sometimes willing it to go away didn't work quite as well as one might wish! I just smiled sweetly at the pair of them, and this had the effect of making Julian colour up again. I decided to take pity on him, saying "To spare your blushes, I'll close my eyes and count to twenty – that ought to allow you enough time to extricate yourself decently from the room – and I'll stay here with Juan for a quarter of an hour while you take care of getting decent OK?" He flushed, but grinned and quietly muttered "Thanks!" and I kept my word, closing my eyes and audibly – and slowly – counting "One … two … three … four…" I felt the bed move and then the door close just before I reached 'twenty' and opening my eyes, I looked at a glowing Juan. At that moment I felt pleased for him that he appeared as if he may have at last found happiness after so much sadness.

To be continued . . .

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Posted: 06/08/07