"Riders Of The Apocalypse"
Part 3
by Osiris Brackhaus & Beryll

 

Starring Brad Pitt as Famine

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London, Dr. Bean's flat

"Are you really sure you still want ice-cream?", Sean asked incredulously. "You've had five helpings, and not one of them has been a small one."

"Oh please!" Brad looked just too cute pleading for his sweets, Sean decided. "I saw you've bought lemon sorbet!"

The doctor shook his head, grinning widely. "Don't they feed you properly where you came from? You must have been starving... "

"So I get my ice-cream?"

Sean nodded and walked over into the kitchen to prepare the dessert. His guest had proven to be exceedingly fond of his food, and apart from a polite little portion for the host, Brad had devoured it all. And that was despite the fact Sean had originally planned enough to have the leftovers tomorrow for dinner again.

But there's hardly anything that flatters a cook as much as a healthy appetite, and as Sean walked back into the combined dining and living room carrying two large, ice-cream filled goblets, he couldn't help but return the radiant smile on Brad's face.

"Now, does that look like enough ice-cream?", he asked gently as he put down one goblet in front of his guest.

"Barely", Brad replied with a wide grin and thoughtfully sniffed at the dessert. "What have you put on it?"

"Gin. Goes much better with the sorbet than vodka, I think, and is good for your stomach. At least, that is what my father always said."

"Never tried this with vodka." Taking a spoonful, Brad took his time to almost lasciviously savor the taste. "But this is delicious...", he purred. After taking another spoonful, he asked: "Actually, why don't you run a restaurant?"

Sean laughed softly at the compliment. "Because I can only prepare about four dishes, two of them those you've tasted tonight. And besides, I think there are a lot of people far better at it than myself."

"Maybe." Brad didn't seem convinced at all. "But trust me, I know all about food, and this is truly prime stuff."

Watching Brad eat was a joy in itself, Sean noted. He had never seen someone eat with so much delight and so little gluttony at the same time. And there was a light in the young man's eyes he found plainly indescribable. So... satisfied. Happy. Grateful. Like someone who was eating for the first time after a long illness had forced him into some abhorrently dreary diet.

"Why don't we move somewhere more comfortable?", Sean asked all of a sudden, and his guest just looked at him with a blank expression, the spoon still in his mouth.

"All right...", Brad replied after a second's hesitation, but clearly he left all kind of initiative to Sean.

So the doctor went over to the open fireplace, lighting a small bundle of branches. It was mostly for show, but despite the fact that it was only late September, the night had an unusual chill. It felt like there would be a real early winter, this year.

With the first flames happily crackling, he turned his attention back to his guest, inviting him wordlessly to come over and sit on the couch.

Most gracefully succeeding at the challenge of eating and walking simultaneously, Brad swapped his dining chair for the couch, settling in a corner with his feet tucked under him. Still savoring his extra-large helping of ice-cream, the young man watched the fire, his expression such an odd mixture of sadness and fascination Sean just had to ask.

"You're not from England, are you?"

Brad looked at him, thinking hard, then said rather hesitantly: "No."

"So where do amazing, if a little weird, men like you come from?"

"I...", his guest started, then broke off. "I'm basically living off the suitcase."

"No, I mean, where you've been growing up, like, went to school, lived with your parents?" Brad was so much of a mystery that Sean just went on prodding despite a distinct fear his amazing guest might just pop and disappear in a cloud of fairy-dust.

For a long while, his beautiful guest remained silent, thoughtful and a little sad. "If it's okay with you, I'd rather not talk about it."

Oh. So there was a dark and probably pretty unpleasant secret lurking. "No, it's absolutely fine with me. Please excuse me for being so intrusive."

"No, no", Brad replied with a sudden light in his eyes. "You had all the right to ask. It's just... very difficult for me."

Instead of a reply, Sean just nodded silently, and offered his bowl of ice-cream to his guest.

"Really? You wouldn't mind?" Brad just looked so much like a boy on Christmas that Sean felt his heart jump.

"Not at all. I feel completely stuffed, and you still seem hungry."

The blond youngster shrugged apologetically, grinned and started devouring his second portion of dessert for tonight.

By now, there was a nice fire burning in the fireplace, flames dancing in a calm and steady rhythm. Sean leaned back and watched the flames, just to have anything else to stare at but the man sitting next to him. What would Bethany, his oldest daughter call him? A 'studmuffin', right. It would suit him, though, Sean noted with a sidelong glance at Brad.

The young man who was just scratching the bowl for last remnants of ice-cream looked up, smiling at his host. For a long moment, both men just look at each other, both a tiny, happy smile on their faces.

Then, acting mostly on instinct, Sean leaned forward and kissed his handsome guest.

Brad seemed a little stunned, and didn't react at first, so Sean stopped and sat back again, scanning his guest's features, anxious to see that he had thoroughly misjudged Brad's affection for him.
But there was no such reaction, just a very sweet kind of confusion and a little wonder. By all means, Sean thought, he manages to look as if he truly had never been kissed before.

In a totally subconscious and therefore even more sensual gesture, Brad ran his thumb across his lips as if he was still wondering at the sensation. Then he smiled at Sean, softly saying: "Thanks."

Sean laughed light-hearted. "Oh please. I'm probably the millionth fool to fall for you, so stop acting as if there was anything new in this for you. I should be the one being grateful for you deeming me worthy of your attention."

"But..." Brad blinked at his host, genuinely insecure. "But should anybody be grateful for being with me?"

Sean gasped in disbelief. This boy couldn't be THAT jaded to put this all up for show, he thought. Which only left the choice that Brad meant what he said, which was even more incredible than the other option.

"Why? Hello? Brad, when was the last time you've looked in a mirror?"

Still the blond youngster didn't seem to get the point. "Right before I came to pick you up..."

"And you still wonder why? Boy, I already said once you could earn millions with that face of yours, and your body seems to match pretty nicely."

"Oh." Of all things, Brad actually managed to smile shyly. "Never thought of it that way. Thanks for the compliment."

"Brad, seriously. You're not really trying to sell me that you're not constantly harassed by people craving a date with you, are you?"

"I... I am." With just the tiniest defiant frown, Brad hesitated for a second before he went on. "I think I'll have to explain. I - I don't meet many people in my job. It's mostly food, and figures, and weather statistics I'm dealing with. Right now, it's me feeling flattered that you are having me here at your place, cooking for me."

Sean still didn't really believe the whole thing, but his guest seemed so dead serious about it. "Whatever." Somewhere, deep inside, Sean noticed that he probably was so edgy about the subject because he was afraid that either way, he was only a nice interim amusement for Brad before he moved on to another glamorous model friend of his. He could almost hear him tell of the 'ordinary guy' he was currently dating at one of his posh cocktail parties he seemed to belong to.
Not that Sean usually would mind a short affair, not at all. But somehow, he had grown fond of Brad in a way that usually didn't get satisfied with a few passionate nights.

Though, Sean added at second thought, a passionate night would be just the right place to begin.

"Why don't you come over here?", he asked, invitingly lifting one arm, gesturing Brad to snuggle against him.

Again, his blond guest managed to give Sean this insecure-but-intrigued frown. But after only a second of hesitation, Brad turned around and snuggled against Sean, obviously savoring the sensation, though he didn't neglect his remaining ice-cream for one moment.

Gently, Sean put his arm around the young man, feeling a wave of excitement run through his chest as he felt Brad's body warm and firm so close against his own. Even though his guest was still completely occupied with his dessert, Sean felt this distinct tingle in his fingertips, this certain hunger to touch, to explore, to get beneath this little bit of fabric that still separated Brad's skin from his touch.

Almost subconsciously, Sean started stroking the young man's chest, closing his eyes to concentrate fully on the sensation of his hand on Brad's shirt, of the lean and firm body underneath. Damn, this was hot, Sean thought to himself, and we're both still completely dressed.

Apparently feeling completely at ease, Brad snuggled closer against his host, sighing softly in delight. Sean opened his eyes again, noticing that his guest had finally stopped eating. The empty goblet was standing in front of them on the low table, and Brad had curled up on the couch, with his head still leaning against Sean's shoulder.

"This is lovely", Brad whispered, once again snuggling closer to Sean. "Thank you."

"You're most welcome." Softly raking his fingers through Brad's hair, Sean wondered how far this would be going tonight. Part of him screamed to rip this guy's clothes off and get it on, while the rest of him was seriously worried if there wasn't the distinct possibility that Brad might feel a little overrun if he rushed things now.

So, acting like the rather level-headed person he was most of the time, Sean decided to go slowly, step by step, but steadily until there was any sign of his breathtaking new friend feeling uncomfortable. Even though there was a pretty urgent throbbing in his pants by now.

Without another word, the doctor leaned down his head a little, kissing Brad on the side of his neck, right below his ear, earning another soundless sigh of delight. Turning his whole body a little more towards his guest, Sean now held the young man in both arms, stroking him gently, kissing him.

After a while of silent cuddling, the doctor pushed Brad softly away, only to climb onto the couch himself completely. Now the blond man was sitting between Sean's legs, leaning against his chest, obviously perfectly relaxed and feeling cuddly.

This time, when Sean bent down to kiss his neck, Brad turned up his head and kissed him on the lips. Softly, and surprisingly curious, but with a deep gentle longing that made Sean's heart race. Now this definitely didn't feel as if things would stop at smooching tonight, he thought, wondering when it had been the last time a kiss had set him afire like this.

It must have been a damn long time ago.

With fanned desire, Sean went on stroking the young man leaning against him, but this time it was more to explore his body, to touch him, to imagine how it would feel if there weren't any clothes in the way. He felt his fingertips tingle as they ran across Brad's chest, felt his heart beat, felt the warmth of his body through the fabric.

With a soft, almost soundless moan, Brad snuggled even closer, and the way he subtly arched into the other man's touch clearly indicated that his hunger hadn't merely been a craving for food alone.

And that was all the invitation Sean needed. With a growing, anticipative grin, he pulled his arms even tighter around him, his gentle caress turning into a firm touch. Slowly, he let his hands wander down from Brad's chest towards his stomach, smirking delightfully as he found only firm muscle.

My god, Sean thought in happy disbelief, this guy is fucking hot! I seriously have no idea why he's into me, of all people, but I just as surely won't complain.

Still Brad was leaning against him, silently, his eyes closed, his lips moist and slightly parted. Sean felt his own body shiver in response, and he once more bent forward and kissed his 'guest'. This time, the young man responded much less shy, actually, not shy at all. Leaning into Sean's kiss as if he had been starving not for food but for another man's love, Brad returned the kiss with such deep and demanding passion Sean virtually forgot to breathe. Slinging his arms around Sean's neck, he pulled the older man down even closer to him, not breaking their kiss as if it could be their last.

Now, this will definitely not stop at kissing, Sean decided silently. His cock was already throbbing hot and hard against his thigh, begging to be released from its awfully tight prison.

But first, he would unwrap this unexpected gift. Brad seemed completely lost in their kiss, And didn't even once react as Sean, one by one, unbuttoned his shirt, shivering in delight as his fingers found nothing but skin underneath.
Normally, people tend to be rather lazy after such an extended dinner, Sean wondered, but this young specimen apparently didn't care for what was considered usual. And I'm very happy with this. The whole moment made him feel dizzy, a little giddy, generally feeling so horny and excited as it hadn't happened in what seemed like ages.

So with his own body almost screaming with desire, Sean was more than a little confused as his hands reached down into Brad's pants and didn't find his partner equally excited. Apparently, the young man noticed his irritation and for the first time, broke their kiss.

"Everything okay?", Brad asked, his lips still moist and a little reddened around his mouth from Sean's re-growing stubble.

"That's just what I was about to ask you, dear." Sean gently stroked the young man's blond hair. "I just wonder if - if we both have the same idea on how to use the rest of the evening."

"What do you mean?"

"I - I know it's just our second date, but you seemed all but disinclined, and..."

Brad sat up a little and turned around so he was able to look straight at Sean. The elder man had hoped his guest would get the polite hint, but there was nothing but a guileless question in the blond man's eyes. So, with a soft sigh, Sean added:

"Brad, how far do you want to go tonight?"

"Going where to?"

"Brad!" Nudging him hard, Sean grinned at him, still not believing anybody couldn't be thinking the same direction as he was right now. "Stop that. I'm not joking. I'm just trying to make sure that we both want the same."

"Neither am I." The young man seemed so seriously insecure Sean for the first time wondered if he hadn't sorely misinterpreted something along the way. "I am feeling very well with you, and I love the way you kiss me."

Pausing thoughtfully, Brad looked as if he had to fully understand what he had just said. Then, with a soft light in his blue eyes, he explained: "I told you I am inexperienced."

"You're not trying to tell me you're a virgin, are you?" Sean's question came out harsher than initially intended, but this finally was overdoing it. Heavens, no guy with such a face and body could seriously claim to be a virgin as soon as he reached legal age. And very few people would have had believed him for years even then.

But Brad, instead of insisting or calling hoax, just blinked at Sean, guilelessly, thinking. Then, with just the slightest widening in his eyes, he said: "Oh."

"Oh what?"

"I - I didn't think you were talking about sex."

"Oh please", Sean exclaimed, pressing his still-hard dick against Brad's hip with emphasis. "And what did you think I was having in my pants all the time? A tumor?"

"No." Chuckling softly, he shook his head, but neither did he move away to stop Sean's cock pressing against his side. "I just was very much occupied with kissing you, which I think is on the way to become one of my all-time favorite pastimes. And yes, I think it would be proper to call me a virgin." Seeing the incredulous expression in Sean's face, he added cautiously: "I hope that doesn't put you off..."

Sean shook his head, too stunned for words. This was all just too incredible. "No, it doesn't", he finally pressed out, grinning awkwardly as he saw the relieved smile on Brad's face. "It's just very... unexpected. And exceedingly hard to believe."

"Thanks. I'm sure it sounds odd to you." Cuddling back against Sean's chest, Brad continued: "I grew up very secluded, and as I said, my current job doesn't really bring me into contact with people."

"Yeah. I can't tell what's scaring me more, that you are trying to convince me you've never been touched or that I am seriously inclined to believe you." Hesitating a moment, Sean added: "But you... you've had sex with yourself before, haven’t you?"

Honestly, Brad shook his head.

"Holy Jesus!", Sean exclaimed, feeling somewhat overwhelmed and pretty out of script. "Where have you been growing up? In a monastery?"

"I - I think the monastery isn't so bad a picture. And could you leave out our Lord Jesus Christ? Please?"

"No prob." Cuddling the young man against his chest, Sean wondered how he ended up with such a sexy and yet so, well, virgin guy.

For a while, both men just lay on the couch, cuddling, Sean gently stroking Brad's hair, Brad gently playing with Sean's fingers. Then, Brad asked:

"So tell me, Doctor Bean, how far do you want to go today?"

Sean's first instinct was to burst out into laughter, but then he realized Brad's question had been dead serious.

"Well", he replied ponderously, "initially I just wanted to rip off you clothes and fuck you senseless." Gently, he took the younger man's fingers and kissed them. "But I think, given the circumstances, we should take a much slower approach."

"Well, being fucked senseless by you still doesn't sound like a bad thing to me", Brad replied leaning against Sean's chest, a tinge of amused indecency in his voice. "But I trust you. You'll do the right thing." Looking up at the older man, he asked with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes: "And now you kiss me again?"

"As often as you want, dear."

And once more, both men engaged in a passionate kiss, only this time, Brad's hands were all over Sean's body as well, insecure but curious, soon finding their way down to Sean's throbbing cock. Brad's touch was exploring, gentle, without any real intent to pleasure him, and yet it was more than enough to have Sean shiver and moan in delight.

"Mind if I take it out?", Brad asked curiously, and in the first moment, Sean could only shake his head.

"Not at all, by all means." Helping the younger man to free his throbbing dick out of its confines, Sean grinned widely. "You're not shy, that much is for sure."

"I'm not shy", Brad pointed out while he gently stroked Sean's dick, fascinated by its texture. "I'm just a little underdeveloped."

"Yeah." Leaning back his head, Sean moaned deeply. "But you're a fast learner."

Sitting up a little straighter again, Sean started to peel Brad out of his shirt. God, this boy was a real beauty. Feeling somewhat hot himself, Sean got rid of his sweater and shirt in rapid succession. Then he had Brad cuddle against his chest again, only this time, there was no clothing between them.

"Here, relax." Sean said gently and started to unbutton Brad's trousers. "You'll have as many occasions to explore my body as you want. But first, we'll take care of you."

Though apparently feeling a little restless, the younger man didn't object, instead curiously followed Sean's hands with his eyes.

"Hm." Sean stated with moderate surprise as his hands slid into Brad's crotch. "Apparently, wearing briefs was one of the things they didn't teach you as well in that monastery. But then again, this leaves much more room for us to maneuver."

Gently, he started to stroke Brad's dick, his thighs, his loins, and before short was rewarded with the natural reaction to such caress. "You see?", he asked in a soft purr. "That's what your dick is meant to be used for."

Brad's only reply was a soundless moan, his breath going deeper and harder as with every heartbeat his cock grew more rigid under Sean's hands.

"Let's get rid of this annoying piece of cloth," Sean suggested after a moment, tugging at one of the legs of Brad's trousers with his toes. "Let me see you all naked."

His eyes closed but grinning softly, Brad started to peel himself out of what remained of his outfit, then once more snuggled against the other man.

"You like it so far?", Sean asked, stroking the younger man's whole body as far as he could reach it.

"It's wonderful." Brad pressed his back against Sean's hard cock, smiling at the sensation. "Never thought a human body could feel this... great."

"And the best is yet to come, dear." Grinning, Sean focused his attention on Brad's dick again, stroking the straight shaft, massaging, rubbing just the right places.

The young man between his legs reacted with a deep groan, and bit his lower lip, Brad grabbed Sean's neck with one hand. Almost clawing the fingers of his other hand into the older man's thigh, Brad arched up and relaxed, breathed hard and moaned, so unselfconscious and passionate that Sean was sure he could come just by watching this.
With only a little light coming from the dining table and the light of the fire reflecting on Brad's sweat-slick skin, Sean thought he could see each individual muscle move under the other man's skin, he could almost see his passion rise and ebb and rise again.
Soon, far sooner than Sean had hoped and yet all that he desired right then, Brad's body grew even more rigid, his moans merging into a single, guttural howl. With a hard shudder, the young man came, his cum splattering across his chest, slicking Sean's hands.

Slowly, Brad calmed down, his breath still going hard, his sweat-slick body leaning against Sean's skin. Wiping his hand nominally clean on Brad's stomach, Sean smiled and kissed him, gently, on his shoulder first, then on his cheek. Opening his eyes, Brad looked at the results of his passions on his chest with mixed feelings, tracing lines across his skin as if trying to get accustomed to the thought.

"Everything okay?", Sean asked softly, only to have Brad look up at him with eyes, wide and blue as the ocean.

Instead of an answer, the young man suddenly grabbed for Sean's head, kissing him wildly, with passion and fascination equally conveyed in his touch.

"Wow," Sean laughed softly as Brad let him go to catch some breath. "Seems you liked it."

Brad nodded softly, still licking his lips. "But what about you?", he asked, softly touching Sean's cock with his forearm.

"I'm fine."

"Can I - can I return the favor?"

Sitting in front of him like this, naked, sweaty and sticky, biting on his lower lip and still breathing raggedly, there was hardly anything else in the world Sean wanted him to do. So leading Brad's hand towards his crotch, he replied with a wide grin: "Of course you can. As often as you want...."

 

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