Co-written by: A Friend and LJ
Callum had decided a few days back to repaint the spare bedroom. His nephew was making visiting noises and it had been a few years since the room had been redone. He could easily hire it but enjoyed the feel of doing things for himself more than standing around, tea in hand, watching. He had recruited Travis to help but as yet the young man had to make his appearance.
Callum had left him to sleep whilst he had come down to breakfast and a coffee to start his day. Mrs. Mills had long since insisted that he eat a good breakfast and she would try to get him to eat a decent lunch if possible. He strode into the dining room and headed to the buffet table to see what was on offer today. No fry ups here. She had prepared quiche, this one looked to be sausage and cheese, one of his favourites, and bread was out for toast, cereal with milk and berries to go in the yoghurt.
He poured a cup of coffee from the carafe and spooned berries into a bowl and topped them with a dollop of yoghurt, then took it to the table and ate.
The new colour was going to be a very light lemon with brilliant white for trim. He had purchased new bedding to go with it and had taken the furniture to the local shop for stripping, sanding and staining in a lighter colour. This room was always done in light, airy colours to suit his mother. The master bedroom was the one done to suit his tastes in darker woods and bedding.
He finished his starter and moved on to the cereal and finally to the toast and quiche and was having his second cup of coffee when he began to think that Travis was going to sleep the day away. Smiling, he thought of that man with his unruly hair, those big gorgeous eyes and the smooth as a baby’s bum skin and felt a stirring in his pants. “Down boy,” he said and sipped his drink instead.
Travis yawned, stretched and scratched. `Saturday morning, no work,' he smiled as he rolled out of bed. `Well, none at the post office this is…..Callum wants to paint. This should be fun.’ He grinned merrily as he used the loo, washed up and headed downstairs. He would dress and shave later….sleeping pants and a t-shirt would do for now….because at this moment his stomach was growling for food and he was on the prowl for a hug from Callum.
He ran down the stairs and as was his habit, slid across the highly-polished floor and skidded to a stop next to Callum’s chair. He enthusiastically straddled the bigger man’s lap, wrapped arms around his neck and planted a kiss on his lover’s slightly parted lips.
“Hmmm, coffee,” he purred.
Callum swallowed and smiled, kissing Travis back. “A good morning to you also, pet,” he said as he cupped both of his lover’s bum cheeks in his hands. “Ready to eat? Mrs. Mills has left us a nice breakfast this morning, although I have already eaten,” he eyed the buffet table again and grinned, “but I think I still have some room left. The sooner we get started, the sooner we can head for ice cream after and that game shop if you want.”
‘When didn’t he?’ Callum wondered.
Maybe they could find another two-player-one and he would let Travis coerce him into another match. Callum liked the co-op games much more than the competitive ones. They had spent a few nights playing them, with Travis getting the better of them but he had age on his side.
“Don’t you ever change,” he said and planted another kiss on Travis’ lips.
Travis eyed the buffet then nuzzled into Callum’s neck to inhale another satisfying breath of the older man’s after shave. Next he looked Callum in the eye, his own sparkling mischievously. “Don’t change, huh? That means I get to paint in my night clothes……works for me.” He laughed, kissed Callum again and pushed up off his lap.
Helping himself to a large serving of the quiche and a glass of freshly-squeezed orange juice, he chatted non-stop. “You realize had I won the bid on that comic book, I’d be doing some mega over-time to pay for it and you’d be stuck doing the bedroom yourself.” He turned and smiled lovingly at his partner. “But I’m glad ‘cause I’d rather be spending time with you,” he softly admitted.
Placing his plate on the table, he went back to the buffet to fetch some toast and fruit before sitting down and hungrily digging in.
Callum raised an eyebrow but said nothing. It didn’t really matter to him what Travis painted in as long as he was happy. “If you’d won that comic book, I daresay you’d be doing overtime of another sort as I paid the bill,” he laughed. “You could have had it you know, I wouldn’t have minded...much. Nicholas rang the other night and said he might be stopping in for a few days. He’s on his way back to university and somehow we are on the way. If you two decide to gallivanting, do not follow suit with those other two and ride the cows. Jonathan is still trying to coax them back to that pasture.”
He watched Travis eat and marvelled at just how much he could tuck away. Where? There was not an ounce of wanted fat on him anywhere. As a matter of fact, he was quite beautiful. When naked, fine blonde hair covered his arms and legs and ...yes other regions of his body and Callum stopped there.
“About ready?”
Travis’ eyes lit up. “Nick is coming? Great!” He smirked at the recalled memory of the impromptu cow rodeo. He had found just hearing about the adventure hilarious. “I’m sure we can find plenty of other things to do,” he unsuccessfully attempted to set Callum’s mind at ease.
Washing down the last forkful of food with the last of his milk, he wiped his mouth on a napkin, pushed back his chair and stood up. “Ready!” he announced.
“So he says, now whether his parents agree will be another thing.” Callum followed Travis up the stairs and into the room. He had laid out the tarps and brought the paint and brushes up earlier in the week along with sticks to stir if needed.
“So woodwork first, then the walls. I’ll take high; you take low because it’s so much easier for you to get down there. Old bones, you know.” Callum smirked and pulled the ladder out.
He poured paint into his pan and grabbed two brushes and climbed up. It would be a whole morning project but he enjoyed doing domestic things especially when he could do them with his partner.
“Have you met those new boys that moved into the big house down the road from us? Hear they are game programmers; you may want to get to know them. Think of testing out games before they hit the market.”
He wiped a bit of the white off the wall. “Strange pair though. I think they only come out at night.” He looked down at Travis and winked.
Travis willing followed along behind Callum. He was anticipating a fun day…painting and a trip to town for ice cream and new games. He readied his supplies and got down on his hands and knees to start the baseboard in one of the corners.
“What? Strange? They aren’t strange, Callum!” He looked up at the bigger man. “Okay, a bit different I grant you but kind of neat too and I’d really like to meet them. The game thing is an extra plus.”
Sitting back on his heels, he contemplated Callum’s last statement for a moment and chuckled. “Only at night, huh…..whoa, what fun.” He laughed and went back to his work.
Callum concentrated on what he was doing so as to not fall off the ladder and reached as far as gravity would permit him. He smiled to himself at the last comment, thinking he would have trouble if that proved correct because then Travis may think he had ammunition for going out later too. As if.
He peeked down to watch his Brat paint a bit and had to adjust his trousers before going back to work himself.
“Just remember, I would like to meet them before you go off cross country with them,” he said and came down to move the ladder again. In place again, he climbed back up and did another section.
Travis crawled along the floor, neatly applying paint in a smooth thick coat. His teeth toyed with his bottom lip as he concentrated on what he was doing. He softly chucked to himself as he thought of how it reminded him of trying to colour between the lines.
He glanced up when he heard the ladder being moved. He watched appreciatively as Callum climbed back up; his taunt pants drawn over one gorgeous butt. Travis sighed; now might not be the best time to entice his lover back to bed. They had work to do….so he contented himself with making plans for the very near future…..then he’d pounce.
Callum made it once around the room and was testing the start for tackiness and decided it would have to wait at least an hour before the second coat went on. He climbed down the ladder and wrapped the brush in cling film before setting it on the top of the paint pan.
“So, laddie, care for a bit of a break now?” He looked at what Travis had gotten done and nodded approvingly at the precise work. “You could very nearly have been a painter,” he said and grinned.
Callum went over to the opposite wall where they had installed a small fridge and opened it. Good Mrs. Mills had stocked it; when he would ever know that woman was a phantom. Going into the bathroom, he washed his hands with soap and water and then dried and applied hand lotion. Rough hands were a definite not-to-have thing in his book, especially when penetrating soft flesh and he grinned at himself wickedly in the mirror. When he got back to the room, he set out the cold meats and bread and condiments along with flipping the kettle on.
“Come eat, Travis. One more coat up top and then the walls. We should be done by three.”
“Just a couple more brush strokes and I’m done,” Travis informed Callum. He finished up, wrapped his brush in the same manner as Callum had his, and went to clean up. “We’re making good time,” he called from the bathroom. “Three o’clock’s good….gives us plenty of time to play,” he commented, walking back into the room and sitting down next to his partner.
“Hmm, looks good and I’m starving. Who’d of thought crawling around with a paint brush could make a guy so hungry?” He quickly put together a sandwich and took a big bite. He glanced around at the work they had done, nodding as he chewed. “Mmm, good job…..good job….” he mumbled, pleased with what they had accomplished.
The afternoon went by quickly and before they knew it, the room was done and Callum had Travis help him wash out rollers, brushes and put them away before they headed to the bathroom.
After taking turns in the shower to rid themselves of the paint they had acquired, Callum grabbed his boots and tossed Travis his and they headed out for ice cream. As all villages, theirs had no parlour like the larger cities sometimes did but they did have a man who sold ice creams down by the shops during the daytime. After purchasing what they wanted, Callum put one arm around Travis’ shoulders as they walked leisurely to the game shop in the village.
As they all go, it seemed each village had their special shop and the game shop was the one here. You could buy just about anything you wanted and if not, the clerks were more than happy to give you a ring if it came in.
Callum had been amazed at the friendliness of the girl who worked there most days and today was no exception. So he let Travis go and hunt while he made small talk with her on the various games, good and bad, and he was especially curious to know which a real gamer would buy, the new PS3 or WII.
He spent the time learning about this and keeping an eye on what his partner was doing too. It looked as though Travis was determined this time to buy out the store and he chuckled. “Come on, pet, I’m running out of intelligent questions to ask this young lady.”
Travis took his time looking over the games and making his choices. All was right with his world; this day off was turning out to be one of the best. He and Callum may have worked hard but they had done it together. Walking side by side in the sunshine, talking about nothing in particular, had been a made for a perfect afternoon in Travis’ mind.
“This is it,” he exclaimed as he dropped half a dozen games on the counter. “You’re going to like playing this one, Callum.” He handed a rectangular box to his partner and winked at the girl behind the counter.
“Have you got any plans for this evening, love?” Travis asked once they were on their way home. He leaned heavily against the bigger man and suggestively whispered, “Because I sure do. Only I don’t think I want to wait for later.” He grinned in invitation and began tugging on Callum’s arm to hurry him along.
Callum had paid for the games and looked at the one Travis handed him and grinned. He had been eyeing Star Wars Lego for a while now and at this price who could beat it? He was about to suggest they break it in but quickly changed thoughts as Travis drew closer and began to hurry him along. ‘Well, well, what a pleasant surprise,’ he thought to himself and gave his young lover a wicked grin as he picked up the pace. Anyone would think that they were on a first date he mused to himself once again and grinned.
Once at home, he tossed the bag with the games on the sofa and turned to Travis. “So you think you can just decide these things all by yourself, do you then? We shall see about that.” He reached out and undid the clasp on Travis’ jeans and lowered them inch by inch, his teeth biting into his bottom lip as he watched the slow and almost sensual baring of flesh. A body he knew so well and yet didn’t, and he pulled Travis roughly to him and ran an appreciative hand over his back, his thigh strong and straight and rested it lightly on his lover’s brief covered bum. He kissed him slowly, almost shyly but soon there was near hunger in that once-innocent kiss and Callum lifted Travis off his feet and took the stairs as briskly as possible before depositing him on the bed. “Let me look at you,” he growled.
Travis had smiled and watched his lover’s face as the jeans inched slowly over his hips and down his thighs. He had fervently returned the kiss and had felt deprived when it ended. Laughing as he was swept into strong arms, he had clung on tight while being carried upstairs, only letting go when he was placed on their big bed.
He squirmed seductively as Callum stared down at him through loving brown eyes. Travis reached up and ran his fingertips delicately across the older man’s short beard, tantalized by the feel of it. His own blue eyes gleaming with exhilaration as his heart raced and the need to be in his partner’s arms intensified. Wrapping his hand around Callum’s neck, Travis drew his gorgeous lover closer.
“I love you, Callum,” he tenderly murmured against Callum’s lips.
Callum had slowly lowered himself on top of Travis and was resting his weight on elbows and knees. He returned kiss for kiss and rocked his hips, giving just enough friction for them to feel tiny jolts of pleasure course through their growing erections.
He lowered his head and nipped at Travis’ neck and sucked at it but not enough to leave marks, finally going back to those lush lips that were becoming red and engorged from not only kisses but also the passion that was growing in them both.
Travis moaned as he lifted his hips for better contact. He ran his hands lightly down the back of Callum’s shirt, pulled it out from under the belt and slid underneath the silky material. His hands travelled up and down Callum’s back, relishing the feel of the smooth bare flesh beneath them. He slipped his fingertips under the waistband of Callum’s trousers and smiled inwardly when he felt his lover shudder.
It took every bit of will power he had, but Callum pulled himself from Travis long enough to get up and go to the cupboard for oil and a few other things. He padded back to the bed and set them down as he reached for Travis’ cock and began to work the shaft, rubbing a thumb over the head of it slowly. Soon liquid began to seep from it and he smiled.
“Turn over,” he told his young lover and waited for Travis to comply.
“Noooo,” Travis had complained when Callum moved away. Keeping his eyes on his lover’s movements, he hastily removed his clothes and pushed them over the side of the bed and unto the floor.
“Aaaah, yeah,” he breathed out and arched into lover’s hand before flopping over on to his stomach when ordered to do so and looking back over his shoulder, a wide grin of anticipation on his face.
Callum knew that look and smiled. “Not just yet, my frisky friend,” he said and picked up one of the oil bottles and spilled some into the palm of his hand. He worked it over his fingers and then without a word, entered Travis’ opening with one of them, soon to be followed by another. With the two inside, he worked them in and out as he reached down and began to once again stroke Travis’ cock.
Travis wiggled and raised his hips to allow Callum easier access to both his bottom and his erection. “More…faster….” he pleaded as fingers continued to massage his prostrate and a large hand stroked him closer and closer to a climax.
His excitement rose and so did the sounds he was making. Soft moans became louder and longer as he quivered with anticipation.
Callum allowed the tip of his finger to just graze the nub nestled inside of Travis and as Travis became more and more vocal, raked his digit over it a few times before withdrawing and plunging back in. His other hand pumped his lover’s shaft, at first slowly and then faster as he felt the head begin to expand. Callum knew Travis was close, very close and with a last thrust in with the two fingers withdrew them and stopped masturbating him, bringing his hand up and over the head and giving it a gently squeeze as he let it bounce from his hand.
He quickly positioned himself behind the young man and with one quick thrust was buried deep inside the warmth of him. Callum sucked his teeth and began to thrust his hips slowly at first and then at a much brisker pace. Settling back on his calves, he brought Travis back with him and reached out for the pillows to place them under his lover’s jutting member so Travis could use these to pump into.
Callum grasped both hips firmly then and began to thrust in long powerful movements, making sure to hit the sweet spot every other time. He threw back his head, sweat beading his forehead as the clenching of Travis’ ass brought him closer and closer to cumming.
“Nooo..” Travis had whimpered when Callum’s hands had stopped their tantalizing movements. “Aaaah…” he moaned loudly as his lover swiftly entered his body. “God, that feels sooo good. Love you inside me….sooo hot, sooo good. Don’t stop…that’s it…hit the spot, man…sweet….” he panted. His body was covered in a light sheen of sweat. The closer to the pinnacle, the more vocal he became; his body moving in perfect time to his lover’s.
“Yeoooww…..” he howled as his body convulsed with the force of his climax.
Callum was less vocal but he could hear his own panting as he came nearer and nearer to the cliff and he nearly lost his grip when the spasms took over and he thrust deeply and with more jerking motions as the semen spurted out and into the body of his lover. His movements became slower as the sensitivity of climaxing took its toll on him; almost a pleasure/pain feeling deep in his groin and finally, with one last thrust he withdrew and collapsed onto the bed still holding Travis tightly.
“I love you,” he said as he caught his breath. He kissed Travis once rather gently on the lips and pulled the covers up over them. Even though they were still in the warmth of the afterglow, he knew it wouldn’t be long before the chill of the air hitting their sweaty bodies made goose-bumps and he didn’t want to be groping for things half asleep.
Travis breathed deeply, willingly his heart-rate to return to normal. He reached up to take Callum’s face in his hands. “Love you…love you….love you…..” he repeatedly murmured as he planted feather-like kisses on his lover’s jaw and neck. With one more drawn-out sigh, he snuggled into Callum’s arms and they drifted off to sleep.
The End
Sticky Keys
Co-written by: A Friend and LJ
Travis stared open-mouthed at the screen. “What the hell happened this time?” he muttered in disgust. He tried repeatedly to correct the mistake, getting more worked up by the minute. Unable to figure it out, he went into panic mode. Then he did what he always does when in a panic…..he went looking for his man.
Travis knew where Callum was. He’d been hearing the cello for the better part of an hour. Tearing down the stairs, he ran across the wide lower hall and skidded through the entryway of the music room in his sock feet, coming to a stop next to Callum’s chair.
“Callum, our computer is acting up. I need you to fix it!” he breathlessly informed his partner.
Callum let the last note trail off and set the cello aside along with the bow. He quirked a brow at Travis and then smiled. “What is it doing?” he asked as he stood and stretched. God that felt good. He’d been sitting in one position far too long apparently. “Lead on.”
All but dragging Callum up the stairs and into the office, Travis halted and point at the computer. “See? I think it’s been attacked by a virus or something.” Seeing Callum’s blank look, Travis glanced at the screen and saw the screen-saver on. He jiggled the mouse and the page he had been working on came up. From the expression of Callum’s face, he figured further information was required. The Reader’s Digest version would work.
“I saw a comic I needed and made a bid of 10 pounds, but the computer changed it to 1000.” Travis collected comics. Each one was a prized possession kept protectively encased in its’ own plastic envelop.
Callum was in danger of losing the eyebrow forever in his hair when he heard the amount but knew that it would be rectified in short order. He sat down and began to type, fingers flying over the keys as the frown on his face became deeper. A few of them seemed sluggish but that shouldn’t have anything to do with why it wouldn’t go where he wanted it too. He grabbed the mouse and went to start and brought up the protection plan. It hadn’t lapsed. So he set it to looking for viruses and stood back up.
“There isn’t anything we can do until the virus program runs through. It won’t take long I hope, because that is a lot of money to pay for a comic and it will take you a long time to pay it back into the account.” Callum was already thinking of worst case scenario and transferring money from one account to PayPal to pay for it. There had to be a lesson in here somewhere. He just wasn’t seeing it yet.
Travis had watched, amazed at the speed with which Callum worked his magic on the keyboard.
“You think there is anyway to reverse my bid?” he asked hopefully. “I mean even with my promotion and raise, I don’t want to pay that kind of money out.”
“We can’t reverse it yet, but I’m hoping it’s just a little bug that can be found quickly and gotten rid of with this. If not, then I think you’re screwed.” Callum looked at the screen and found the check was done and all was fine, as far as the computer was concerned. “It’s not a bug.” He frowned at the machine for not behaving and sat back down and tried a few more tricks...nothing.
Pushing back from the desk, he laced his fingers together and put them behind his head to think. Not a bug, nothing amiss, damn machine should work then.
“Travis, walk me through what you did; each step,” he said, not opening his eyes. He was thinking of this as an acting scene and wanted to ‘see’ as well as hear.
Taking the request seriously, Travis started a tedious, long drawn out description.
“...then when I saw the comic I needed to complete my set, I posted a bid of 10...but two more zeros added themselves. It wasn’t my fault...I didn’t do anything...just hit the one and the zero and clicked on ‘continue to cart’.”
Callum sat back up and brought up word and then hit the naught key. There it went, right across the page! Now why on earth would it stick like that? He touched it again and it felt fine. Then he tried a few more keys and some stuck a little bit and others not at all.
“Travis, are you leaving something rather important out?” Callum turned the chair and looked up at his Brat.
Travis blinked and reviewed in his mind what he had just told Callum. “Nooo....” he said slowly, shaking his head. “I told you everything.”
“Well then, I’m afraid you are going to have to try and email the seller. Let’s see if we can get back to the site.” Callum turned around and began to type some more and as he did, it seemed the problem was getting worse and worse. He frowned. Almost like glue. “Did you spill something in here?” he asked distractedly as he waited for the computer to go to eBay. When the shut down message came up, he sighed and hit ‘send error report’ and was taken too Microsoft. Fat lot of good that did; it told him nothing. “Okay, can’t change it, can’t email, can’t even bloody get in.”
By now Callum was muttering to himself and threats were being made to the computer gods. All to no avail though as the machine happily thumbed its’ chips at him.
“I haven’t spilt anything since the ice cream episode.” Travis made a face. That hadn’t ended too well as his rear-end could attest to. He closely examined the keyboard. “Hmm, maybe I didn’t clean up as good as I should have,” he mumbled.
“I’ll just go get the alcohol and Q-tips to do a better job,” he suggested and turned to leave the room.
“Sounds like a plan to me,” Callum said and flipped the keyboard over to see what kind of screwdriver it took. If this was from that time, then they would have to clean the inside too.
He got up and went to get a Philips head and by the time Travis was back, had it part and the pieces carefully placed for maximum safety. He had had to shut the machine down and unplug everything first and now he was wondering just how long before he would have to set it all back up again. He had done this once before and ended up having to start from scratch.
“This is what happens when we eat near it, Travis. This is what I was trying to get across to you. What’s happened here,” he took the alcohol and cotton bud, “is it stuck in there, gumming things up and now look at what a job it’s become? Now do you understand?”
“Yes, Callum, and I’m sorry. I haven’t eaten in here since....” he sighed and stared remorsefully at the disassembled keyboard. “It’s going to be a lot of work, isn’t it?”
Callum hummed as he worked and still wondered why people paid someone to do this for them. It was the same with VCR's when they came out; pay someone to run a cotton bud over a few things and charge you thirty quid.
He was not a tight man. On the contrary, Callum was generous to a fault but he did not believe in throwing money away on stupid things and to him that was bloody stupid.
The machine now void of ice cream, was soon re-assembled and turned back on and that answered that question. Apparently it did not mind being on hiatus for short periods. He quickly logged in and went to eBay again and there was Travis’ bid, nice as you please. He nearly snorted a laugh but held it in.
“Well, boyo, it looks like you won’t be outbid on this one, that’s for sure. I think you scared any others off with that amount of money, although they may be wondering if the comic is printed in gold.”
“Let me see that.” Travis was more that a little ticked. Sitting down at the desk, he glanced at the screen and did a double-take.
“Whoa! Look at this, Callum. You guessed wrong. Someone did out bid me!” He bounced excitedly in his chair. “Hey, that must mean the comic has more valuable than I thought. Maybe I should up my bid too. What do you think would be a good one?” He grinned and turned to face his Top with a sparkle of delight in his eye.
Callum’s first thought was no. That was far too much to spend on a comic book. What he considered the lowest in reading material but he knew how much this sort of thing meant to Travis and he put it on a par with his art.
He looked at that gleam in Travis’ eye, the smile on his face, the absolute pure joy of it all and grinned back. “Go for it.”
Travis rubbed his hands together, bent over the keyboard and taking his time, typed in £1010 and clicked the necessary keys to complete his bid.
He jumped up and threw his arms around Callum. “Thanks, love.”
The End
Travis stared open-mouthed at the screen. “What the hell happened this time?” he muttered in disgust. He tried repeatedly to correct the mistake, getting more worked up by the minute. Unable to figure it out, he went into panic mode. Then he did what he always does when in a panic…..he went looking for his man.
Travis knew where Callum was. He’d been hearing the cello for the better part of an hour. Tearing down the stairs, he ran across the wide lower hall and skidded through the entryway of the music room in his sock feet, coming to a stop next to Callum’s chair.
“Callum, our computer is acting up. I need you to fix it!” he breathlessly informed his partner.
Callum let the last note trail off and set the cello aside along with the bow. He quirked a brow at Travis and then smiled. “What is it doing?” he asked as he stood and stretched. God that felt good. He’d been sitting in one position far too long apparently. “Lead on.”
All but dragging Callum up the stairs and into the office, Travis halted and point at the computer. “See? I think it’s been attacked by a virus or something.” Seeing Callum’s blank look, Travis glanced at the screen and saw the screen-saver on. He jiggled the mouse and the page he had been working on came up. From the expression of Callum’s face, he figured further information was required. The Reader’s Digest version would work.
“I saw a comic I needed and made a bid of 10 pounds, but the computer changed it to 1000.” Travis collected comics. Each one was a prized possession kept protectively encased in its’ own plastic envelop.
Callum was in danger of losing the eyebrow forever in his hair when he heard the amount but knew that it would be rectified in short order. He sat down and began to type, fingers flying over the keys as the frown on his face became deeper. A few of them seemed sluggish but that shouldn’t have anything to do with why it wouldn’t go where he wanted it too. He grabbed the mouse and went to start and brought up the protection plan. It hadn’t lapsed. So he set it to looking for viruses and stood back up.
“There isn’t anything we can do until the virus program runs through. It won’t take long I hope, because that is a lot of money to pay for a comic and it will take you a long time to pay it back into the account.” Callum was already thinking of worst case scenario and transferring money from one account to PayPal to pay for it. There had to be a lesson in here somewhere. He just wasn’t seeing it yet.
Travis had watched, amazed at the speed with which Callum worked his magic on the keyboard.
“You think there is anyway to reverse my bid?” he asked hopefully. “I mean even with my promotion and raise, I don’t want to pay that kind of money out.”
“We can’t reverse it yet, but I’m hoping it’s just a little bug that can be found quickly and gotten rid of with this. If not, then I think you’re screwed.” Callum looked at the screen and found the check was done and all was fine, as far as the computer was concerned. “It’s not a bug.” He frowned at the machine for not behaving and sat back down and tried a few more tricks...nothing.
Pushing back from the desk, he laced his fingers together and put them behind his head to think. Not a bug, nothing amiss, damn machine should work then.
“Travis, walk me through what you did; each step,” he said, not opening his eyes. He was thinking of this as an acting scene and wanted to ‘see’ as well as hear.
Taking the request seriously, Travis started a tedious, long drawn out description.
“...then when I saw the comic I needed to complete my set, I posted a bid of 10...but two more zeros added themselves. It wasn’t my fault...I didn’t do anything...just hit the one and the zero and clicked on ‘continue to cart’.”
Callum sat back up and brought up word and then hit the naught key. There it went, right across the page! Now why on earth would it stick like that? He touched it again and it felt fine. Then he tried a few more keys and some stuck a little bit and others not at all.
“Travis, are you leaving something rather important out?” Callum turned the chair and looked up at his Brat.
Travis blinked and reviewed in his mind what he had just told Callum. “Nooo....” he said slowly, shaking his head. “I told you everything.”
“Well then, I’m afraid you are going to have to try and email the seller. Let’s see if we can get back to the site.” Callum turned around and began to type some more and as he did, it seemed the problem was getting worse and worse. He frowned. Almost like glue. “Did you spill something in here?” he asked distractedly as he waited for the computer to go to eBay. When the shut down message came up, he sighed and hit ‘send error report’ and was taken too Microsoft. Fat lot of good that did; it told him nothing. “Okay, can’t change it, can’t email, can’t even bloody get in.”
By now Callum was muttering to himself and threats were being made to the computer gods. All to no avail though as the machine happily thumbed its’ chips at him.
“I haven’t spilt anything since the ice cream episode.” Travis made a face. That hadn’t ended too well as his rear-end could attest to. He closely examined the keyboard. “Hmm, maybe I didn’t clean up as good as I should have,” he mumbled.
“I’ll just go get the alcohol and Q-tips to do a better job,” he suggested and turned to leave the room.
“Sounds like a plan to me,” Callum said and flipped the keyboard over to see what kind of screwdriver it took. If this was from that time, then they would have to clean the inside too.
He got up and went to get a Philips head and by the time Travis was back, had it part and the pieces carefully placed for maximum safety. He had had to shut the machine down and unplug everything first and now he was wondering just how long before he would have to set it all back up again. He had done this once before and ended up having to start from scratch.
“This is what happens when we eat near it, Travis. This is what I was trying to get across to you. What’s happened here,” he took the alcohol and cotton bud, “is it stuck in there, gumming things up and now look at what a job it’s become? Now do you understand?”
“Yes, Callum, and I’m sorry. I haven’t eaten in here since....” he sighed and stared remorsefully at the disassembled keyboard. “It’s going to be a lot of work, isn’t it?”
Callum hummed as he worked and still wondered why people paid someone to do this for them. It was the same with VCR's when they came out; pay someone to run a cotton bud over a few things and charge you thirty quid.
He was not a tight man. On the contrary, Callum was generous to a fault but he did not believe in throwing money away on stupid things and to him that was bloody stupid.
The machine now void of ice cream, was soon re-assembled and turned back on and that answered that question. Apparently it did not mind being on hiatus for short periods. He quickly logged in and went to eBay again and there was Travis’ bid, nice as you please. He nearly snorted a laugh but held it in.
“Well, boyo, it looks like you won’t be outbid on this one, that’s for sure. I think you scared any others off with that amount of money, although they may be wondering if the comic is printed in gold.”
“Let me see that.” Travis was more that a little ticked. Sitting down at the desk, he glanced at the screen and did a double-take.
“Whoa! Look at this, Callum. You guessed wrong. Someone did out bid me!” He bounced excitedly in his chair. “Hey, that must mean the comic has more valuable than I thought. Maybe I should up my bid too. What do you think would be a good one?” He grinned and turned to face his Top with a sparkle of delight in his eye.
Callum’s first thought was no. That was far too much to spend on a comic book. What he considered the lowest in reading material but he knew how much this sort of thing meant to Travis and he put it on a par with his art.
He looked at that gleam in Travis’ eye, the smile on his face, the absolute pure joy of it all and grinned back. “Go for it.”
Travis rubbed his hands together, bent over the keyboard and taking his time, typed in £1010 and clicked the necessary keys to complete his bid.
He jumped up and threw his arms around Callum. “Thanks, love.”
The End
What Did I Do?
Co-written by: A Friend and LJ
Travis threw down the damp, dirty cloth on the step beside him. “Enough is enough,” he grumbled under his breath as he leaned his head against the wall. “There must be fifty bloody miles of baseboard in this house and I am damn well not cleaning all of them.”
He turned slightly and stretched out on the stairs with his bent arms supporting his upper body and staring up at the ceiling. “Okay, so I was a little late last night…..well I guess I better make that this morning. And maybe I had one too many, but hey that happens when you’re celebrating. Besides I apologized for not calling.” He was rationalizing and knew it.
Callum had let him sleep in. Even fed him a good breakfast while not once mentioning the events that led to where Travis now found himself.
“Yeah, right!” he snorted. “Lulling me into a false state of security is what he was about.” Pushing himself up off the stairs, Travis went in search of his man.
Callum was in the music room practicing the cello again. He would get the piee right if it killed him and it very nearly was. Why the directors had decided on chamber music was beyond him. No, it really wasn’t. They were inducting another actor into the Hall and it was all so very posh; just the thing he hated most about this whole gala.
He had been going to tell Travis about it and wanted him to come along this time even though it would mean an overnight in London, when his Brat had decided to stay out late when there was a clear and defined rule about this sort of thing. Now Callum had no recourse but to punish him and if it kept up the way it was shaping up, there would be tears before bedtime.
He could hear the clomping of slippers as Travis stomped through the house and again he raised his eyes heaven ward thinking that perhaps hardwood had been a mistake in judgement. They should of gotten carpet, deep and very expensive, loose your feet in carpet; much better for stomping noises.
Sighing, he set the bow aside and called, “In here, Travis! Chained to the cello again.”
“I just wanted to let you know I’ve done with the woodwork,” Travis said, crossing his finger behind his back. ‘Or all I can possible stand to do today,’ he added silently to himself.
He slid in behind his partner and slowly massaged the tired shoulders. “I really am sorry for last night, love. I promise not to let it happen again.” Although sincere in his apology, he was rather hoping it might earn him a reprieve.
Depending on Callum’s response, Travis thought he might even tell him what he and his mates had been celebrating. Travis was nothing if not stubbornly closed-mouth if life wasn’t treating him fair.
“All of it? And so quickly! My, my, aren’t we just speedy the wonder Brat today? Shall we go and check a bit of it then?” Callum stood up and stretched. “I need to walk around anyway. I was getting cramped and then perhaps you will enlighten me on the whole sad story of why you thought it prudent to not inform me you would be late or even where you were for that matter. Rules are put in place for those who cannot remember the right thing to do, Travis. Not to keep check on you. You’re grown. I expect you to give me the common courtesies of being an equal partner and a phone call or even a text would have been appreciated.”
Callum walked to the nearest baseboard and ran a finger over it, pulling said finger away and looking at it. He turned the digit to Travis and quirked an eyebrow. "Done are you?”
“Ah, I guess I might have missed a spot or two, Callum. There’s an awful lot of it you know.” Travis glared at the tell-tale finger and turned a soulful look at his partner. “And it was a last minute thing, Callum. We were excited is all and I…..well, I didn’t mean to be thoughtless or rude.”
“Well, then I have to suggest that you start at one end and work your way around the house. The whole of the ground floor is open so there really isn’t a very good excuse for missing bits.” Callum swatted Travis’ bum for emphasis. “Now, young man, do it properly or there will be more; so very, very much more added to it and you will not be going for drinks for a long, long, long time. Now scoot!”
Callum gave Travis another lighter swat sending him on his way as he went back to the cello and glared at it. “Damn thing anyway.” The intercom beeped then and he picked up the in-house phone. After listening for a few moments, he set aside the bow again and went to find his Brat. “Lunch is in exactly twelve minutes according to Mrs. Mills. We mustn’t be late or she will dump it.” He grinned and put an arm around his partner. “I do love you, you know.”
“Lunch…and then what? Ah-ha, amnesty, maybe.” Travis’ eyes lit up at the thought and he did a little dance. Then he grabbed his head and wished he hadn’t. “Ohhh,” he moaned and sat down on the nearest chair. “Have a heart and let the rest go….please, Callum. I said it wouldn’t happen again.”
“Hate to say it but I will anyway, told you so. Drinking to excess is never a good thing the next day.” Callum laughed and reached down to help Travis back up. “Let’s go eat and then you can get back to work. After the baseboards there is a bathroom and a wet room with a big T stamped on them, just waiting for you.”
Callum knew he was being rather harsh but then he was not only a bit angry that Travis would worry him like that, but hurt too. This might serve as a reminder that he was only a button away and make sure to use it.
“I think I’ll change my name to Sam,” Travis grouched. He stole a furtive glance at his lover’s handsome face. “Are you going to stay mad for very long, Callum? I’ve got to know.” Travis never did fare too well when feeling shame or remorse.
Callum snorted out a laugh and hugged his lover close. “Imp,” he said and planted a kiss on Travis’ cheek. He stopped their forward motion when Travis asked his question and gripped both of the younger man’s shoulders in his hands. “Travis, I am not mad ‘at’ you. I am angry that you showed such little regard. It’s the action, never you. You, my love, are perfect.” Callum drew him in close. “Now if you need further assistance, we can forego lunch here and settle this matter and go for a burger in Bristol and maybe do a little browsing.”
Travis gazed into his lover’s beautiful eyes. He wrapped his arms around Callum and nestled into his shoulder. “I love you too,” he murmured. After a few moments of thinking over the offer, he settled for the trip to Bristol. “I trust Mrs. Mills isn’t going to mind us running out on her lunch.”
Callum looked deeply into Travis’ eyes and then smiled. “Alright then,” he said as he led them up the stairs and into their bedroom. He sat on the bed and pulled Travis down next to him. “Why am I spanking you, Travis?”
Callum refused to punish in this way unless they were both certain as to the why of it. Many times he remembered being spanked as a child and each time his father would ask him the same question. It became ingrained and now in this relationship he did the same with his partner.
Travis had solemnly allowed the older man to lead him upstairs. He understood. They had rules and the broken ones had to be paid for. Much as he hated being spanked, he knew he’d feel better inside once it was over. He trusted Callum to fix things for him.
He leaned against Callum’s warmth and softly answered the question. “I did not let you know where I was last night or what I was doing.” He took a deep breath. “And I worried you when I came home so late.” There it was out and although he didn’t understand why, Travis felt better already.
“Okay then, up you get.” Callum helped Travis to his feet and then went to the dresser and got the hairbrush they used just for this purpose. He padded back to the bed and sat down, guiding Travis over his lap. He took a firm hold of the slender waist and as Tops everywhere do, he sucked in the deep first breath.
There was no need for further talking and Callum set about his business in a brisk manner. He laid the brush gently over every inch of Travis’ upturned bottom and then reached down to undo the button and zip, watching as he slowly unclothed his lover’s arse to him. He then gave a little shove and jeans and boxers fell to the floor. As they fell, he gripped Travis’ waist again and raised the hairbrush to land it right at the sit spot. They had danced around this for all of the morning and Callum was going to make his point clearly before he was done. Several smacks later he moved the brush to include both white cheeks which were turning an English rose red and then he moved to the upper thighs.
Travis would not be sitting comfortably for a day or so and he would remember each time what this was for.
As he spanked Travis began to wriggle a bit and he stopped long enough to grip him firmly again, bringing his Brat’s body closer to his own. He did understand the need to escape the punishing blows but that was paid no mind at all as he raised and lowered the hairbrush several more times. When the first involuntary jerks began, he paid more attention to how Travis was behaving, taking his cues from him instead of what his eyes were showing him. Once the sobs became louder, he spanked only a few more times landing the last one to each cheek, two to the sit spot and two to each upper thigh. Then he tossed the hairbrush aside and gathered his snotty, sobbing Brat into his arms and rocked him gently as he kissed the wet tear-stained face over and over.
“Shh Luv, it’s over now; wiped clean and pristine again. Shh, Baby Boy,” Callum crooned over and over knowing little of it was being heard and not caring. He so loved this young man.
Travis had compressed his lips when he saw the hairbrush being picked up. He was going to be stoic. Yes sir; that was the plan. It was the same one every time, the one that would go awry before it was over.
Settled securely across the bigger man’s lap, Travis silently berated himself for once again getting himself in this position. He groaned when his backside was bared. He didn’t stay thinking for long, nor did he stay quiet or still. He squirmed and whimpered; all to no avail as the spanks rained down.
It was only when he was crying loudly that the punishment ended and he was lifted and held tightly against a broad chest. He clutched onto Callum’s shirt and sobbed, only vaguely aware of the soothing words being spoken.
Gradually the heart-rending sobs faded. “S-sorry. Love you. I want to s-sleep now?" he hitched and was grateful for the strong arms lifting him to his side of the bed and holding him close until sleep overtook him. Lunch would wait.
The End
Travis threw down the damp, dirty cloth on the step beside him. “Enough is enough,” he grumbled under his breath as he leaned his head against the wall. “There must be fifty bloody miles of baseboard in this house and I am damn well not cleaning all of them.”
He turned slightly and stretched out on the stairs with his bent arms supporting his upper body and staring up at the ceiling. “Okay, so I was a little late last night…..well I guess I better make that this morning. And maybe I had one too many, but hey that happens when you’re celebrating. Besides I apologized for not calling.” He was rationalizing and knew it.
Callum had let him sleep in. Even fed him a good breakfast while not once mentioning the events that led to where Travis now found himself.
“Yeah, right!” he snorted. “Lulling me into a false state of security is what he was about.” Pushing himself up off the stairs, Travis went in search of his man.
Callum was in the music room practicing the cello again. He would get the piee right if it killed him and it very nearly was. Why the directors had decided on chamber music was beyond him. No, it really wasn’t. They were inducting another actor into the Hall and it was all so very posh; just the thing he hated most about this whole gala.
He had been going to tell Travis about it and wanted him to come along this time even though it would mean an overnight in London, when his Brat had decided to stay out late when there was a clear and defined rule about this sort of thing. Now Callum had no recourse but to punish him and if it kept up the way it was shaping up, there would be tears before bedtime.
He could hear the clomping of slippers as Travis stomped through the house and again he raised his eyes heaven ward thinking that perhaps hardwood had been a mistake in judgement. They should of gotten carpet, deep and very expensive, loose your feet in carpet; much better for stomping noises.
Sighing, he set the bow aside and called, “In here, Travis! Chained to the cello again.”
“I just wanted to let you know I’ve done with the woodwork,” Travis said, crossing his finger behind his back. ‘Or all I can possible stand to do today,’ he added silently to himself.
He slid in behind his partner and slowly massaged the tired shoulders. “I really am sorry for last night, love. I promise not to let it happen again.” Although sincere in his apology, he was rather hoping it might earn him a reprieve.
Depending on Callum’s response, Travis thought he might even tell him what he and his mates had been celebrating. Travis was nothing if not stubbornly closed-mouth if life wasn’t treating him fair.
“All of it? And so quickly! My, my, aren’t we just speedy the wonder Brat today? Shall we go and check a bit of it then?” Callum stood up and stretched. “I need to walk around anyway. I was getting cramped and then perhaps you will enlighten me on the whole sad story of why you thought it prudent to not inform me you would be late or even where you were for that matter. Rules are put in place for those who cannot remember the right thing to do, Travis. Not to keep check on you. You’re grown. I expect you to give me the common courtesies of being an equal partner and a phone call or even a text would have been appreciated.”
Callum walked to the nearest baseboard and ran a finger over it, pulling said finger away and looking at it. He turned the digit to Travis and quirked an eyebrow. "Done are you?”
“Ah, I guess I might have missed a spot or two, Callum. There’s an awful lot of it you know.” Travis glared at the tell-tale finger and turned a soulful look at his partner. “And it was a last minute thing, Callum. We were excited is all and I…..well, I didn’t mean to be thoughtless or rude.”
“Well, then I have to suggest that you start at one end and work your way around the house. The whole of the ground floor is open so there really isn’t a very good excuse for missing bits.” Callum swatted Travis’ bum for emphasis. “Now, young man, do it properly or there will be more; so very, very much more added to it and you will not be going for drinks for a long, long, long time. Now scoot!”
Callum gave Travis another lighter swat sending him on his way as he went back to the cello and glared at it. “Damn thing anyway.” The intercom beeped then and he picked up the in-house phone. After listening for a few moments, he set aside the bow again and went to find his Brat. “Lunch is in exactly twelve minutes according to Mrs. Mills. We mustn’t be late or she will dump it.” He grinned and put an arm around his partner. “I do love you, you know.”
“Lunch…and then what? Ah-ha, amnesty, maybe.” Travis’ eyes lit up at the thought and he did a little dance. Then he grabbed his head and wished he hadn’t. “Ohhh,” he moaned and sat down on the nearest chair. “Have a heart and let the rest go….please, Callum. I said it wouldn’t happen again.”
“Hate to say it but I will anyway, told you so. Drinking to excess is never a good thing the next day.” Callum laughed and reached down to help Travis back up. “Let’s go eat and then you can get back to work. After the baseboards there is a bathroom and a wet room with a big T stamped on them, just waiting for you.”
Callum knew he was being rather harsh but then he was not only a bit angry that Travis would worry him like that, but hurt too. This might serve as a reminder that he was only a button away and make sure to use it.
“I think I’ll change my name to Sam,” Travis grouched. He stole a furtive glance at his lover’s handsome face. “Are you going to stay mad for very long, Callum? I’ve got to know.” Travis never did fare too well when feeling shame or remorse.
Callum snorted out a laugh and hugged his lover close. “Imp,” he said and planted a kiss on Travis’ cheek. He stopped their forward motion when Travis asked his question and gripped both of the younger man’s shoulders in his hands. “Travis, I am not mad ‘at’ you. I am angry that you showed such little regard. It’s the action, never you. You, my love, are perfect.” Callum drew him in close. “Now if you need further assistance, we can forego lunch here and settle this matter and go for a burger in Bristol and maybe do a little browsing.”
Travis gazed into his lover’s beautiful eyes. He wrapped his arms around Callum and nestled into his shoulder. “I love you too,” he murmured. After a few moments of thinking over the offer, he settled for the trip to Bristol. “I trust Mrs. Mills isn’t going to mind us running out on her lunch.”
Callum looked deeply into Travis’ eyes and then smiled. “Alright then,” he said as he led them up the stairs and into their bedroom. He sat on the bed and pulled Travis down next to him. “Why am I spanking you, Travis?”
Callum refused to punish in this way unless they were both certain as to the why of it. Many times he remembered being spanked as a child and each time his father would ask him the same question. It became ingrained and now in this relationship he did the same with his partner.
Travis had solemnly allowed the older man to lead him upstairs. He understood. They had rules and the broken ones had to be paid for. Much as he hated being spanked, he knew he’d feel better inside once it was over. He trusted Callum to fix things for him.
He leaned against Callum’s warmth and softly answered the question. “I did not let you know where I was last night or what I was doing.” He took a deep breath. “And I worried you when I came home so late.” There it was out and although he didn’t understand why, Travis felt better already.
“Okay then, up you get.” Callum helped Travis to his feet and then went to the dresser and got the hairbrush they used just for this purpose. He padded back to the bed and sat down, guiding Travis over his lap. He took a firm hold of the slender waist and as Tops everywhere do, he sucked in the deep first breath.
There was no need for further talking and Callum set about his business in a brisk manner. He laid the brush gently over every inch of Travis’ upturned bottom and then reached down to undo the button and zip, watching as he slowly unclothed his lover’s arse to him. He then gave a little shove and jeans and boxers fell to the floor. As they fell, he gripped Travis’ waist again and raised the hairbrush to land it right at the sit spot. They had danced around this for all of the morning and Callum was going to make his point clearly before he was done. Several smacks later he moved the brush to include both white cheeks which were turning an English rose red and then he moved to the upper thighs.
Travis would not be sitting comfortably for a day or so and he would remember each time what this was for.
As he spanked Travis began to wriggle a bit and he stopped long enough to grip him firmly again, bringing his Brat’s body closer to his own. He did understand the need to escape the punishing blows but that was paid no mind at all as he raised and lowered the hairbrush several more times. When the first involuntary jerks began, he paid more attention to how Travis was behaving, taking his cues from him instead of what his eyes were showing him. Once the sobs became louder, he spanked only a few more times landing the last one to each cheek, two to the sit spot and two to each upper thigh. Then he tossed the hairbrush aside and gathered his snotty, sobbing Brat into his arms and rocked him gently as he kissed the wet tear-stained face over and over.
“Shh Luv, it’s over now; wiped clean and pristine again. Shh, Baby Boy,” Callum crooned over and over knowing little of it was being heard and not caring. He so loved this young man.
Travis had compressed his lips when he saw the hairbrush being picked up. He was going to be stoic. Yes sir; that was the plan. It was the same one every time, the one that would go awry before it was over.
Settled securely across the bigger man’s lap, Travis silently berated himself for once again getting himself in this position. He groaned when his backside was bared. He didn’t stay thinking for long, nor did he stay quiet or still. He squirmed and whimpered; all to no avail as the spanks rained down.
It was only when he was crying loudly that the punishment ended and he was lifted and held tightly against a broad chest. He clutched onto Callum’s shirt and sobbed, only vaguely aware of the soothing words being spoken.
Gradually the heart-rending sobs faded. “S-sorry. Love you. I want to s-sleep now?" he hitched and was grateful for the strong arms lifting him to his side of the bed and holding him close until sleep overtook him. Lunch would wait.
The End
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