Chapter 8
Rupert knelt between Pike's legs, his head bobbing as he sucked at the thick length of cock in his mouth and throat. Pike's groans above his head, and the fingers tangled in his hair, excited him almost unbearably. "Rupert," he heard Pike husk, "Shit, yeah!"
He loved getting this reaction. He loved knowing he could drive Pike to the edge with his mouth and his skill at fellatio. Her gripped Pike's bare thighs and sucked even harder, feeling the cock twitch and jerk sharply. "Fuck!" he heard Pike growl as he began to spurt into Rupert's mouth. He opened his throat and let the semen run down the back of it, pooling warmly in his stomach.
Once he was finally done, Pike petted Rupert's hair. "That was great, Rupert," he said.
He lifted his head to smile slightly at Pike. He knew his lips were glistening with a shimmer of the juices he'd swallowed, and he licked at them deliberately. Pike's black eyes went slitted and feral, and his lips lifted into a sensual snarl. "Get your ass up here, Rupert," he growled.
He scrambled to his feet, and Pike grabbed him and hauled Rupert into his lap on the couch. "Now you're gonna get yours," Pike said, still in that deep, growly voice that made Rupert's stomach clench and his cock twitch in anticipation.
Pike urged him to sit up on his knees on either side of his head, and he nuzzled his nose into the front of the slacks that Rupert was wearing. He moaned, shuddering, as Pike's nose rubbed against his trapped, raging erection. Pike bit delicately at the fabric, making Rupert cry out. "What do you want, baby?" he purred savagely.
"I want...you to...suck me off," Rupert gasped, rocking his hips.
"Mmm, I think I can do that," Pike chuckled evilly, then his fingers made quick work of the fastenings at the front of the slacks. He pulled them roughly down Rupert's thighs, taking his underwear with them. Rupert stared blindly down at Pike's mohawk as he bent his head and engulfed Rupert's cock in his warm, wet mouth.
"Oh, God," he moaned, his head going back. Pike's tongue was moving in an eel-like manner the length of his shaft, driving him crazy. Hands cupped his buttocks and kneaded them sharply, pulling them roughly apart as Pike continued his expert blow job.
Rupert whimpered, staring blindly up at the ceiling, as a finger settled on his asshole and rubbed over it lightly. That felt so good, in conjunction with Pike’s sucking mouth, that he knew he wouldn't last long. A fingertip pushed into him, and he groaned and shook as he spurted into Pike's greedy mouth in a rush.
Then he was slumping, spent, as Pike's hands held him up so that he didn't fall. "Oh, oh," he panted. "Pike."
"Hmm, I think you must have liked that. You came pretty quick," Pike noted.
"It was... really good," Rupert husked.
A low laugh. "Just think about how much better it'll be when I fuck you," Pike commented, and he shivered helplessly.
A hand patted his ass, then Pike was maneuvering him down onto the surface of the couch. "Hey, Rupert?" he said, making him look up and blink a little as his mind tried to come back from where it had gone when he'd come.
"What?"
"This Saturday, I'm gonna take you out to a fancy restaurant," Pike told him.
He sat up, surprised. "You are? I thought you were just kidding about that," he said.
Pike frowned. "I wouldn’t have said it if I didn't mean it. I won the fights, so I’ve got enough money to take us someplace nice. I thought I'd rent a tuxedo," he went on, his black eyes laughing. "What do you think?"
"I think that your hair will definitely match the tuxedo," Rupert remarked dryly, making Pike burst out into open laughter.
"See! That's what I like about you, Rupert," he said, reaching out to pull him close. "You always make me laugh. We can rent matching penguin suits. I can't wait to see people's faces when I walk into some fancy restaurant," he add gleefully.
Rupert was trying to imagine that scene, and he couldn’t help but laugh too. "They'll probably all have heart attacks," he said, chortling.
Pike winked at him. "That'd guarantee us a good floor show, anyway," he said drolly, making Rupert elbow him for saying something so wrong - and for making him giggle because of it...
Rupert called around that week, trying to get a reservation at one of those 'fancy-schmancy' restaurants for himself and Pike. Most places required several weeks reservation beforehand, at least, but he finally found one high-class restaurant that had an opening for Saturday. He called Pike at the bar to tell him about it, and heard a laugh over the line. "Cool. We could go to the rental place today after you get off of work. Come and pick me up, will you? We'll go and rent them together."
"Okay," Rupert said. Pike crashed the phone down on his end without saying goodbye, which he was used to by now. He returned to his actual work, looking forward to going to a tuxedo rental shop and watching them fit Pike for a 'penguin suit'.
The guy helping Pike adjust the tuxedo on his body had the strangest expression on his face, Rupert thought. He was standing in the fitting room, observing, and trying hard not to laugh at the guy's expression of incredulity. The tattoos that blanketed Pike's arms had made the guy stare, his mouth open, when Pike had started to put on the tuxedo shirt. Now he was tweaking the legs on the pants to get them to hang right, and Pike was smoothing the front of the jacket with his fingers. 'So what do you think, Rupert?" he asked.
Rupert thought that he looked incredibly sexy in a tuxedo. The formal black-and-white outfit didn't make him look ridiculous, as he'd thought it might. Instead, it gave a certain nobility to his shaved head, it echoed the black-and-white in his mohawk, and it somehow made his piercings look like fine jewelry instead of stainless steel. He swallowed a little, heavily, unable to take his eyes off of Pike.
Seeing his expression, Pike's own eyes went narrow in that way that told Rupert that he was having dirty thoughts. His lips lifted slightly in an evil smile, and he darted his tongue out and laved his bottom lip with the tip of it, just for Rupert's benefit.
He gasped silently, feeling his knees going wobbly. A sudden image of Pike dressed like this, kneeling in front of him to suck him off, made Rupert feel dizzy and lightheaded. Dear God, what an image! He thought he might come in his slacks right here and now. Pike’s eyes took on a devilish gleam, and he turned back to the mirror with a smirk on his face. He knew what he'd just done to Rupert, and he was enjoying himself. Bastard!
"So we're ready for Saturday," Pike commented as they left the rental place an hour later with their tuxedoes in plastic protective bags draped over their shoulders.
"Yes," Rupert said, going around to lay his tuxedo on the back seat of his car.
"I'll wine you, dine you...then maybe sixty-nine you?" Pike remarked, his voice full of evil amusement.
Rupert took in a sharp breath. "Pike, I do believe that you might just be a devil," he told Pike sternly.
Pike folded his arms on the roof of the car and smirked at Rupert across it. "That’s right. And I'm enjoying corrupting your soul, Rupert. Maybe someday soon I'll get to corrupt your body, too," he added, his eyes running over what he could see of Rupert's body in a blatant leer.
He wanted that. He wanted it so badly! Rupert didn't say anything, but he knew with a surety that after their 'fancy-schmancy' dinner Saturday night, he was going to invite Pike back to his apartment and let him take his despised virginity at last. He'd save it as a surprise for Pike, because he knew that it would please him to no end. He'd quietly buy everything that they needed and have it on hand, ready to go. Because he was definitely going to be 'ready to go' himself...
Rupert sat at the table in the restaurant and tried very, very hard not to laugh wildly. The stares they were garnering from all sides were making him want to howl. Shock, incredulity, and disbelief seemed to be the main emotions being felt, as people stared at the sight of a thuggish-looking man with piercings and a bristling mohawk wearing a tuxedo and serenely reading the menu. Many stared at him as well, probably wondering why such a normal-looking guy was eating with someone like Pike.
He concentrated on his own menu to contain his amusement. There were no prices on it, which didn't surprise him. This meal was probably going to set Pike back several hundred dollars, at least. But since he didn't seem to care, Rupert wasn’t going to concern himself over it. He studied the choices, liking the look of at least a half-a-dozen dishes. It might be hard to narrow his choices down to only one.
Their waiter sidled up to the table warily, eyeing Pike as though he expected him to attack at any moment. Rupert's lips quivered, and his bit at his bottom lip to stop himself from laughing at the poor, hapless waiter. "Have you decided, sirs?" he asked, his voice wavering a little.
Pike lowered his menu, eyeing the waiter coolly. "Yeah, I've decided," he replied. "Bring me the White Wine Broiled Main Lobster Tails, and the shrimp risotto as an appetizer. What about you, Rupert?"
"I'd like the Beef Tips in a Cream Sauce, and a fresh spring lettuce salad as an appetizer," Rupert said, handing over his menu.
"Oh, and bring me a glass of white wine, the best you have," Pike added. "My friend will have the fanciest bottled water you've got, put it in a glass."
"Very good, sir," the waiter said, grabbing the menus and retreating hurriedly away from their table.
Rupert snorted. Pike's eyes swiveled to his face. "Something funny?" he asked silkily.
Rupert put a hand over his mouth. "Yes," he said between his fingers, "That waiter is scared to death of you, Pike!"
Pike lifted a dark brow. "Are you saying that I'm scary, Rupert?" he asked.
"To him, yes. To me, not in the least," Rupert replied simply.
Pike's lips softened into a smile. "I've never met anyone else quite like you, Rupert," he remarked. "You really aren’t scared of me at all, are you?"
He shook his head. "No. How could I be? I know you'd never hurt me, Pike."
The absolute confidence in his voice made Pike look rather sheepish. He scratched at his mohawk with his fingers. "I'm really glad that I happened along that day at the bodega, Rupert," he said.
He smiled. "So am I, Pike," he said, meaning that for several reasons. "So am I."
A/N: Hmm, what could be in the next chapter, I wonder?>> Leave a review and you just might find out! :P -Dl
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