Part II
Walter stood at the bottom of the stairs, listening to the
sounds of his lovers emerging from their respective areas.
Fox had been working in his study, the latest chapter of
his new book about half-way done. Alex had been in the
attic.
Alex adored the attic. It was a bright, cheery space, with
odd corners and skylights. Alex had taken one look at the
room with its thick window seats, octagonal windows and
clapboard walls, and immediately claimed it for himself.
It was his office space, his reading nook and his work-out
room, all in one.
He appeared on the steps behind Fox, wearing a sweat-
stained tee-shirt and shorts, bare feet attesting to the
fact that he'd probably been doing martial arts of some
sort.
Pushing aside the lust this thought induced, Walter smiled
reassuringly at his lovers.
"Walter, what's up? Something wrong?" Fox, ever cautious,
had asked it before he was all the way down the stairs.
Behind him, Alex's green eyes were curious and concerned.
"No, nothing's wrong, relax. I just need to ask you guys
about something."
He paused and noticed a very faint hint of a grin on
Alex's face.
"I was just outside, doing some yard work, and I couldn't
help but notice a new addition to the back of the van."
Fox looked bewildered, and Alex was now grinning broadly
at his own naked toes. It took a lot of the guesswork out
of solving the mystery.
"We got hit?" Fox was moving towards the door now, but
Alex's voice paused him.
"No. It's a bumper sticker. I bought it this afternoon and
put it on."
Seeing that neither Walter nor Alex seemed upset, Fox
relaxed and jogged on out to see for himself. He came back
inside moments later, chuckling and shaking his head.
Walter and Alex were right where he'd left them; in fact,
they hadn't said a word, wanting to wait until the three
of them were together.
"Okay, I've seen it. Not that I don't agree with it, but
what were you thinking?"
Alex came the rest of the way down the steps, leaning back
against the banister. He was still a little shy when it
came to sharing his thoughts with his lovers, but he
always tried.
"I was thinking about this morning. How I felt, how good
it all was." He said it softly, but the light in his eyes
was even softer, and Walter and Fox pulled him into a
three-way hug, each man remembering how Alex had been just
a few hours earlier.
The morning had been one of those contented, lazy, drowsy
mornings, the kind where you just want to linger on your
pillow, happy and alive, yet snug and warm.
Alex especially had awakened in a glorious mood. He'd
snuggled close to Fox first, lips taking little tastes
from the cinnamon colored nipples, tiny licks of the
slender hips. Alex had next turned to Walter, nibbling on
the back of a strong neck, caressing broad shoulders.
Alex had proceeded to tease, taunt, awaken and arouse his
lovers in such a sweet, playful way that Fox and Walter
were chuckling even as they mock scolded.
"You're a total tease, Alex, you know that?" Fox had
groaned it out as Alex's tongue stopped tickling his
balls, moving instead to Walter's sac. Alex had giggled,
which apparently sent some interesting vibrations through
Walter, judging by the way the bigger man jerked.
"No," Walter had ground out as Alex once again abandoned
his post, moving back toward Fox, "he's a total brat. You,
Alex Krycek," Walter had sat up, quickly intercepting Alex
and positioning him face down over a knee, "are a spoiled
rotten little brat." Walter had punctuated each word with
a firm, but still playful swat to Alex's lovely upturned
bottom.
Knowing it was only pretend, Alex had laughed, dropping
into the role and playing along, going so far as to put a
hand back for effect.
"Ow! Big bully! Ouch! Fox, help!"
Delighted to see his normally more reserved partner
relaxed enough to indulge so fully, Fox had joined in.
"Glad to, brat." So saying, he had begun lightly spanking
the pale pink curves. Walter had taken one side, Fox the
other, and together they had carefully turned the backside
rosy, ignoring the squirms and laughing protests from
Alex.
"Now, boy," Walter had growled, knowing what that did to
Alex and Fox both, "it's time to finish what you started."
Walter had gently maneuvered them, putting Alex's lovely
mouth above his cock, while Fox had moved behind Alex,
caressing the bottom he'd had just helped spank.
It had been, despite the playful mood of all three men, a
tender bit of lovemaking, loving and attentive, caring and
full of gratitude for what they had. Alex had eventually
been moved to his back, and Fox and Walter had showered
him with kisses and touches, eventually sharing his
straining cock like an ice cream cone. When he'd come,
rather spectacularly, Alex had drifted back to sleep in
the arms of his lovers, easily feeling how much he meant
to them.
It was this that had made him buy the bumper sticker,
evoking the memories of what he knew would always be a
special memory for him.
"I know I shouldn't have, but I couldn't help it, guys. I
saw it and it was like being in bed with you both again,
hearing you laugh. Years ago, I-I might have fantasized
about us being in bed together, but I never dreamed you
could laugh with me like that. It gets me, every time, and
this morning especially. I felt like everything that
happened before was somebody else. This man, this Alex,
knows how to have fun with his lovers. I can play."
The wonder and joy of this simple statement threatened to
break Walter's heart, and Fox blinked to keep back a tear.
"So, I did it, and that's why. I'm ready for my spanking."
And he was, he knew from Walter that it would only be a
couple of mild swats, and those purely for the sake of
principle.
"Fox, I can't. I can't spank him, not even a little."
Walter was shaking his head helplessly.
"Me, either."
Alex looked up, confused, and saw that both men had been
moved by his words. It touched him, but Alex was nothing
if not a man that stuck firmly by his own personal code of
honor. "You have to, guys. We spanked Walter for it, I did
the same thing. I have to be spanked, too."
"Well then, Little Rat," Walter intoned earnestly, "you'd
better start swatting."
"I have to spank myself?" Disbelief made Alex's voice rise
a good half an octave.
"There's no way in hell I'm going to spank you for this,
not even a love tap." Walter's voice held that 'God' note,
the one that translated into 'I have spoken. Release my
people or eat plague.' There was no arguing with that
note.
Turning to Fox with wide eyes, Alex found an equal amount
of stone.
"No. I might adore any chance to play pat-a-cake with your
gorgeous tush, but I can't and won't spank you for this.
Like the big guy said, not even a love tap."
Alex caught his bottom lip between his teeth and slowly
lowered his shorts. He was only wearing a jock underneath,
so except for a few strips of elastic, his backside was
now bare. He blushed, feeling like an idiot, but gamely
drew back his hand. Alex placed three moderate spanks on
his own rear, matching what Fox had given Walter a couple
of weeks before, then pulled his shorts back into place.
"Okay, I spanked myself. Do I have to promise myself that
I'll never do it again, too?" He was sincere, and with a
snort of amusement, Fox reached out for him. Walter's arms
came around him from the other side, and Alex knew that
punishment, such as it had been, was over.
"So now we have a van that says to the world, 'Be Safe:
Sleep With a Marine ' and 'Brats Rule! '... Oh
yeah, people are going to take us seriously." Fox chuckled
it into the top of Alex's head, feeling the other man's
contented sigh against his chest.
THE END.
Bumper Sticker – Tailgate
by Raven
"Alex! Fox! Come down here, please."
