For Richer or For Poorer - 13. Chapter 13 - The Birthday Gift

It had been two weeks since the tragedies in Chicago. Ryan and Kieran were healing from Alexei’s attempts to eliminate them. Ryan, Kieran, and Mitchell worked overtime to get any clue on The Ripper’s whereabouts as well as trying to locate Jacob and Louis. The case had gone stone cold.

In Milwaukee and its surrounding suburbs, alert residents continued about their daily lives. The Marquette campus slowly came back to life after the horrors of ‘The Sorority House Massacre’ as the media had called it.

After all the homicides, The Ripper just vanished. It was quiet. Too quiet.

***

Bryce lay in bed with his arm shielding his eyes from the sun’s rays peeking from the bedroom window. He felt a wet, yet electrifying sensation on his dick. He turned his head to find Davis’ side empty. It was still warm. He frowned for a moment, until the sensations on his dick caused him to moan. The feeling stopped. Inquisitively, he pulled off the sheet covering his naked body. His eyes widened. There was Davis, in all his naked glory staring at him with his 9” cock stuffed in his mouth. Davis gave a mischievous smirk and pulled off his engorged meat.

“Hey baby. Happy birthday. I love you.” Davis said, kissing up Bryce’s sculpted, rock hard abs and licking his dime-sized nipples. Bryce moaned again.

“Hey gorgeous. If that’s what your blowjobs feel like, you can wake me up like this every morning. You want me to give you pleasure now?”

“Nope.”

Bryce frowned.

“Babe. It’s not that I don’t want a blowjob from you.”

“But…”

“But it’s your special day. Now kiss me so I can continue the blowjob and give you an earth-shattering orgasm.”

That’s all it took. Davis and Bryce shoved their tongues down each other’s throats.

After a couple of minutes, the mind-blowing kiss ended. Both stared into each other’s eyes.

“I love you so much.” Bryce said, breathlessly.

“I love you too.”

Bryce broke eye contact and frowned.

“What’s wrong Bry?”

“My hard-on needs relief.”

Davis chuckled and shoved his tongue back into Bryce’s mouth. After another electrifying kiss, Bryce saw stars. Before he knew it, Davis was back on his dick. The sensations sent electrical jolts up and down Bryce’s body. He grasped the sheets in his fists.

“AAGGHH!” Bryce thrashed and groaned as Davis pushed him towards orgasmic nirvana.

After twenty minutes, Bryce let out a loud, almost primal, guttural yell.

“FUCK! Babe…that feels amazing! I'm going to–I'm CUMMING!”

He experienced the most explosive orgasm ever. Bryce turned to Davis and said, “God! That was the most amazing thing ever. I've never cum so much in my life. EVER!”

Davis climbed on to Bryce’s lithe, sweat-glistened, muscular, naked body and gave Bryce a sloppy cum-filled kiss. After what seemed like an hour, although lasting maybe a minute or two, the kiss ended.

“Yum. And that was the best kiss we’ve ever shared.” Bryce said after the stars he saw subsided.

“Hehe. So how’s your birthday going so far, sweetheart?” Davis asked cheekily.

“That was amazing. I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

“So what possessed you to do that baby?”

“Do what?” Davis frowned, confused.

“You know…” Bryce said, shy and hesitant, “What made you ready to take our relationship to the next level.”

Davis gave Bryce feather-light touches down his taught and tanned body. He lay his head on Bryce’s shoulder and said, “You complaining?”

Bryce smiled faintly. “No…no complaints. Just curious. So how long have you been planning this?”

“The truth is…I’ve been planning your birthday since Halloween. I have so much prepared for you today.” At that, he gave Bryce a peck on the lips and crawled on top of him.

Bryce looked amused and curious. “Another round?”

“Absolutely. Now shut up and let me take care of you.”

Bryce smirked, “Yes sir.”

Bryce stroked Davis’ bed and sex tousled hair. The boys made out for a few minutes. The kisses had Bryce rock hard in an instant.

Davis could feel the erection poking his hip and smiled. He asked, “Ready for round two?”

“Absolutely.”

Before Bryce could say anything else, Davis enveloped his cock with the hot wetness that was his mouth.

“Oh God, babe that feels so fucking good. This is working out to be the best birthday ever.”

After twenty minutes of giving head, Davis got so excited from giving Bryce ultimate pleasure he came. A few seconds later Bryce came for a second time. This orgasm was just as intense as the first. Bryce would have laid there basking in the afterglow if he didn’t need to empty his bladder.

He lumbered out of bed, gave Davis a very sexual wink, and stretched his muscular yet flexible body before picking up his underwear and stepping into them.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Davis asked, frowning, getting out of bed himself and putting on his own boxers.

“I have to pee.”

“I know that. I'm talking about the underwear.”

Bryce smiled and removed the boxers. He tossed them playfully at Davis and wiggled his ass at him prompting a snicker.

“What about you? Why are you putting on your boxers?” Bryce asked, wondering why Davis was putting his shorts on when he was ordering him to stay naked.

Davis walked up to Bryce, squeezed his ass, and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and said lustily, “I'm going to the kitchen to make you my specialty birthday breakfast in bed, sweetheart.”

“Well you won’t need these,” Bryce said, pulling Davis’ underwear off his muscular ass and down his gym-toned legs.

“But I'm making bacon.”

“There’s a Kiss the Cook apron in the pantry. Put it on. If I can’t wear anything in the bathroom, you have to go naked when you’re cooking me breakfast. It completes my fantasy, love.”

“What fantasy?”

“A gorgeous, green-eyed, brunette, muscular jock, wearing naught but an apron making me breakfast in bed. The fantasy ends with us ravishing each other with our carnal desires.”

Davis chuckled, “MMMM…it seems I’ve awakened a monster. Go. Pee. Shower. I’ll be back with breakfast in thirty minutes,” Davis said slapping Bryce’s ass hard.

Bryce yelped in surprise. “Okay bossy anything you say.” He slapped Davis’ ass as he walked out of the bedroom to head to the kitchen, eliciting his own yelp.

***

Thirty minutes later, Davis entered their bedroom with a silver tray that consisted of two plates filled with bacon, eggs, sausage, biscuits, jellies, grapefruits, and blueberry muffins, two glasses of orange juice, and a crystal vase with a single red rose.

After setting the tray on Bryce’s lap and making him a chaste kiss, he said, “I thought I ordered you to take a shower?”

“You did. And I will. But I want to shower with my delectable boyfriend.”

Davis blushed slightly. “Okay, we’ll shower together. Now let’s eat. Bon appétit.”

They kissed between bites and fed each other. Bryce likened their sexually charged breakfast activities to the spaghetti scene in the Lady and the Tramp.

After finishing breakfast, the boys got out of bed, intertwined their fingers, and headed into their bathroom. Davis stopped Bryce from entering the massive shower, and instead picked up a bottle of eucalyptus bubble bath and turned on the Jacuzzi and poured a modest sum in the steamy water. Then he turned on the jets, creating a foamy bath for two. They soaped each other up and massaged shampoo into the other’s hair. They began a foam war and fondled their lovers’ bodies underwater. Not being able to keep their hands and tongues to themselves had the two springing massive, almost painful boners.

Bryce broke the kiss and murmured in Davis’ ear, “I'm ready.”

Davis stared at Bryce, his expression blank. His heart raced at the possible assumption. ‘Is he saying what I think he’s saying? Shit. Am I ready for what I think he’s saying?” he thought.

“Ready for what, babe?” he asked, trying to make perfectly certain of what Bryce had said.

Bryce leaned ever closer and whispered seductively in his ear, “I'm ready for you to take my virginity.”

Davis eyes widened. The cool ambient air and Bryce’s admission led to goose bumps forming on his exposed flesh. His dick throbbed under the water.

“Are…are you s-sure?” Davis stuttered.

“Yes Davis. I'm absolutely positive about this. I'm ready for you to take my virginity. I’ve been ready since that day in the hospital. I desire this,” Bryce said, squeezing Davis’ hardened member.

Davis’ green eyes sparkled with mischief. “Want what?” He asked, feigning innocence.

.”You know what I want,” Bryce said, adding to the playful banter.

“I want you to tell me exactly what you want.”

“I want you to slip your beautiful, juicy, fat cock up inside me. I want to feel it throb and make me quiver with passion. I'm ready for you Davis,” Bryce growled in Davis’ ear.

As an extra incentive to show he was ready, he nibbled on Davis’ left ear, eliciting a moan.

“That’s what I want for my birthday, sweetie. Can you do that for me?” Bryce whispered.

“Oh yeah…I can do that.”

Bryce lifted himself out of the water and bared his ass ready to envelope Davis’ large engorged cock into his ass.

Davis chuckled softly. “Okay, but not here.”

Bryce pouted. “But…”

“You’re cute when you pout. You know that, right? I want to ravish your beautiful little ass in our bed. But right now I just want to lie here in your arms and cuddle.”

They wrapped their arms around one another, made out for a couple of minutes, and basked in the warmth of the water.

After a few minutes, Davis stood up and pulled Bryce to his feet. “We need to get out if you want your present.”

They got out of the Jacuzzi and toweled off. Davis faced the mirror getting the last vestiges of water when he looked up to see Bryce smirking at him.

“What?”

Bryce didn’t say anything. After a few seconds of staring, he turned him around, gave Davis a searing hot kiss, lifted him up, threw him over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold, and carried him into the bedroom. Davis squealed with delight. Once in the room, Bryce tossed Davis on the king-sized bed, climbed on top of him, and stared into his piercing green eyes.

“That was fun,” Davis said with a laugh. Bryce chuckled and flipped them over so Davis was on top of him.

Davis got the hint. However, just as he was about to go down and give Bryce his “present,” his phone rang. They both sighed in unison.

“Hello?” It was Xander.

“Where the hell are you? You guys are late.” Xander seemed irritated.

“Well good morning to you too, Xander.”

“Morning? Are you two still fucking? It’s almost noon. We have lunch reservations for the birthday boy. We have too much to do for you two to waste sucking face. Get out of bed!”

Before Davis could retort, he heard James tell Xander to give him the phone.

“Hey Davy, how is my baby brother?”

“Good. Well that was until Xander called. What’s wrong with him?”

Bryce frowned from under him. Davis gave him a peck on the lips. Their erections long dissipated.

“He’s been pissy since we picked them up this morning. I think his new girlfriend has been withholding sex;" Xander protested in the background causing James and Davis to giggle.

"Can you put my brother on the phone?” James asked.

"Hey James," Bryce said, when handed the phone.

“Happy birthday! So little bro how was it?” James said.

“How was what?”

“You know what. The sex, dummy.”

“We don’t know. Someone interrupted before we had a chance. All I got were two amazing blowjobs,” Bryce said. Davis chuckled into his neck.

“TMI, little brother. TMI,” James laughed.

“We’re on our way. Everything ready for today?” Davis asked, taking back the phone and heading to the closet. Bryce pouted at the loss of warmth.

“Absolutely. All we need is the birthday boy. So get his ass dressed and come on. We don’t want to be late.”

“We won’t. Oh, and tell Xander to get that stick out of his ass.”

He grabbed jeans, a sweater, and a gift-wrapped box and came back into the bedroom, throwing the clothes on the bed. Bryce looked curiously at him.

“What are we doing? Where are we heading?” Bryce asked.

“Unfortunately, I can’t give you the present you want just yet. But I promise we’ll do it soon.”

“What’s in the box?”

“That is your first present from me. Here put these on,” Davis said, throwing a pair of black 2xist boxers and headed back to the closet to get dressed himself, “We’re eating with Xander, James, Tamara, and Lacy at Ristorante Bartollota.”

Bryce smiled and his eyes brightened at the thought of real Italian food. Ristorante Bartollota was his favorite restaurant in Milwaukee. It had authentic Italian pasta dishes–none of that Americanized spaghetti pasta crap.

Davis entered wearing a sweater, fitted dark-washed Levi’s and a leather, sheepskin-lined bomber jacket. It was Bryce’s favorite. Bryce was also finished dressing, but the present still sat on the bed unopened.

“You aren’t going to open my present?” he asked.

Bryce looked sheepish and picked the box up. He ripped the wrapping paper exposing a nondescript cardboard box. When he ripped the tape off and opened the flaps, he gasped. Inside was a leather jacket, almost identical to the one Davis wore.

“Oh babe. Thank you.”

“Happy birthday. I know how much you admired my jacket, so I bought you one that looked identical. You like it?”

“Like it? I love it. And I love you.”

“I love you too. Now come on birthday boy, we’re running late as it is.”

***

They drove to the restaurant, hands clasped together sitting on the gearshift. Periodically Davis, who drove, lifted Bryce’s hand up to his lips, kissed the back of it, and squeezed. At each red light Bryce and Davis sucked tongue. At one red light, someone honked at them when they got too much into one of their soul-searching kisses. They drove off, but not before the person behind them went around, and gave them a scathing look as they drove past flipping them off. After some embarrassment, they burst out laughing.

Fifteen minutes later, they pulled into the parking lot of Ristorante Bartollota. Xander and James were waiting outside. James was grinning madly at the two when they walked up and hugged. Xander, on the other hand was less amused at their tardiness.

“Where are the girls?” Bryce asked.

“Inside saving our table, waiting for you two to show up. Happy birthday, little brother.” James said with a shit-eating grin.

“Finally you two horn dogs showed up. What the hell took you so long? You can’t possibly fuck all day?” Xander whined.

“We don’t know. We never got to that.” Bryce said.

“What! You two disappoint me. What the hell have you been doing all morning?” Xander asked.

“It’s not with the lack of trying. We took a bubble bath and got him off twice. But when it came to having sex, someone called and interrupted us before we got the chance to pop our cherries,” Davis said all serious-like staring daggers at Xander.

James and Xander stared open-mouthed. They couldn’t fathom how Bryce and Davis had yet to consummate their relationship. They had been sleeping in the same bed since mid-September, or so they believed. How could they keep their hands to themselves?

Xander voiced exactly this thought. “How in the hell have you two been able to keep your hands off each other? I am straight, but damn guys, you’re so fucking HOT! What the fuck’s wrong with you?” Xander asked exasperated.

Bryce and Davis blushed furiously. Bryce answered, “Easy. Until Halloween we still slept in separate beds.”

“Really?” James asked in awe.

“Yeah. It was at his urging. He didn’t want to pressure me until I was ready,” Davis said.

“What changed?” James asked.

“After everything that occurred on Halloween, I didn’t want to be alone. I started having nightmares after those bastards put me in prison. They became worse after getting out the truth about my family. I knew Bryce needed to know, when one of the nightmares had me screaming woke him up.”

“Davis! Why haven’t you said anything?” Xander asked.

“I didn’t want to be perceived as weak,” Davis said sheepishly.

“Davis. We're family now. This won’t make us think any less of you.” James said, pulling Davis into a bone-crushing hug.

Xander joined in. Davis choked out, “Can’t…breathe.”

“Whoops,” Xander and James said in unison.

“The good news is, it seems that when I'm in Bryce’s arms the nightmares are kept at bay, and in the last few weeks I’ve been seeing a psychologist,” Davis stated.

“Good,” James said, slapping him on the back.

“You know, we wouldn’t mind if you decided to just go home and fuck your man,” Xander whispered.

Davis and Bryce blushed again. James burst out laughing and smacked him on the back of the head and said, “No time, the girls are waiting for us.”

***

When they were seated and introduced to Tamara and Lacy, they spoke about school, family, and their futures. Bryce and Davis were both surprised when Kieran and Ryan showed up.

“What are two doing here? Shouldn’t you be hunting you-know-who?” Davis asked.

“Well, we needed a break. The case has gone cold. He seems to have vanished. So we’re on alert.” Kieran said.

After a lunch filled with jokes and laughter Xander slipped up.

“So when do we have to be at the airport?”

“Airport? Where are we going babe?” Bryce asked Davis, who meanwhile stared daggers at Xander who wished the ground would open up and swallow him.

“It was supposed to be a surprise,” Kieran said, chastising his younger brother.

“Sorry.”

“It's probably better that I knew anyhow.”

“Why?” Ryan asked curiously.

“Because knowing Davis, he would try to blindfold me until we reached our destination. Remember the last time you tried to bindfold me?”

Davis shuddered slightly. That was not a fun day. It was almost two years ago. Moments after Davis blindfolded him, he became dizzy. No one knew Bryce suffered from darkness-induced vertigo at the time. He freaked out and tore the cloth off his face, but the wooziness had disoriented him so badly he slipped on an icy patch of ground and fell. He broke his arm attempting to stop his fall.

“Yeah. That's probably not a good idea. Breaking your arm again would put a damper on my master plan,” Davis said.

“Master plan? Sounds dubious,” Kieran said.

“He’ll love it,” Davis said confidently.

“I hope,” Bryce said.

***

Inside the private jet, Bryce tried to ascertain the flight plan, but the pilots refused to give it to him. When he playfully threatened to call his dad, the main pilot rebuffed him and said, “Who do you think told us not to tell you?”

About forty-five minutes after taking off they landed. Bryce was excited at finding out where they were, but Davis told them they were just picking people up.

Before Bryce could ask, the hatch opened and Michael, Annabelle, Gabrielle, Marc, his girlfriend Sarah, Yvonne, Jason, Mitchell, and his wife Lindsey stepped on the plane.

“Okay, what is going on? Is this a family vacation or something?”

“Yes. And no we’re not telling you.”

The jet took off to their final destination. After what seemed like minutes after falling asleep on Davis’ shoulder, the plane’s landing jostled him awake.

“Are we there yet?” he asked groggily.

“Yes babe. We’re here.” Davis said kissing his forehead.

“Ooh. I'm so excited. Where are we? Where are we?” he said seemingly bouncing off the wall.

“Calm down kiddo. Excited much?” Michael asked chuckling.

“Are you kidding! I’ve been excited since I found out about the airplane.”

“Well guys let’s get off the airplane. Shall we?” Davis said.

“Yeah!” everyone said in unison. Bryce cheered the loudest.

They headed towards two limos standing on the tarmac.

Bryce cocked an eyebrow. “Uhh…Dad, what’s with the second limo?”

“Well buddy. The white one is for just you and Davis. I learned you two were interrupted this morning.”

Bryce and Davis’ jaws dropped with surprise. James burst out laughing and Xander choked out a “What?”

“Oh come on boys. I'm not some ol’ fuddy-duddy. A little birdie told me. Your limo has a little surprise for you.” Michael said.

The boys approached the white stretch Hummer limo and opened the door. What they saw astonished them. The backseat had been converted into a bed with silk sheets and a huge variety of flower petals. Lilies, roses, and tulips covered the bed. They looked at each other astonished. After rushing to Michael and giving him a bone crushing hug.

They got into the limo, lay down on the plush bed, stared into each other’s mesmerizing eyes, and began a kiss that they could have sworn set off fireworks worthy of the Fourth of July.

They ripped off their clothes and Bryce said, “It’s time. Take me Davis. I need you in me.”

Davis gazed at him lovingly and asked, “Where’s the lube?”

They looked around and found it next to a bucket of champagne and a bowl of strawberries and chocolate.

“Dad is something else isn’t he?” Davis said chuckling.

“Hey less talking. More making love. Chop chop.”

Davis jumped on top of Bryce, but was pleasantly surprised when Bryce grabbed him and rolled them over putting Davis underneath him. He slowly and methodically gave him butterfly kisses down his toned, tanned, muscular chest and eight-pack abs. When he got to his crotch, he circled it with wet, sloppy kisses. Davis’ hard member grazed Bryce’s cheek.

Davis tried to protest saying it was about Bryce’s pleasure, but Bryce told him that his pleasure gave him pleasure. He engulfed Davis’ cock down to the hilt. After a few minutes, he climbed back on top of Davis and gave him a heatedly passionate kiss. He picked up the bottle of lube and drenched his cock, and rubbed the lubricant into his hole. Davis took over and began to finger the substance into Bryce’s hole then tapped his unconquered rosebud with his cockhead.

“Do it, baby.”

“You sure you’re ready?”

“Yes. Do it babe. I'm ready.”

“I need you to relax. I’ve heard it will hurt a bit. Just push out like you’re taking a dump.”

“Babe, that’s not really romantic imagery, you know,” Bryce said, trying everything not to laugh.

The disgusting imagery worked. It broke the tension and Davis slipped inside Bryce, provoking a loud moan. He leaned over and shoved his tongue down Davis’ throat. Twenty minutes later, Davis came to a roaring climax. His orgasm’s first shot triggered Bryce’s own fountain of cum.

After laying in each other’s arms and saying that it was the best thing they had ever felt. After filling their stomachs with chocolate and strawberries and refilling their champagne flutes Bryce tried to get Davis to talk about their destination to no avail, so he told him he wanted another round. Davis readily agreed on the condition that Bryce topped him. Bryce’s eyes widened with glee.

After another round of passionate sex, they dressed. The limo stopped and the chauffeur held the door open for them.

Bryce looked up to see their destination: the Waldorf Astoria Hotel.

“Welcome sirs to New York City.”

Bryce jumped into Davis’ arms and showered him with kisses.

“I love you so damn much.”

“I love you too.”