Bruno Stages an Intervention
The weather in Bristol was foul. I mean really foul. And for someone with roots in The Azores, who has spent a lot of time in warm climates, it was awful. Rain, fog, more rain, sleet, even snow. It just went on and on.
At brunch the day our crazy night with Finn, we met with William at a little restaurant downtown. It wasn't the greatest experience for anyone. Stan was still moody about Sergio and William, I could tell, wished he was somewhere else. Like I said to Stan, I was more into him than he was me, which was painful to really experience. I wondered why he bothered coming out with us at all.
The meal ended and William said he had to go and do something which, given he was an adult, seemed fucking adolescent of him. I wish he had just said to me: this isn't going to work. I watched him walk away, feeling sad and angry.
Stan, ever the sensitive one, said, “He seemed a bit distant, don't you think?”
“Yeah. That's one word for it. He's on his way out...”
“I'm sorry, Bruno.” He put his hand on my back for a second, which felt incredibly nice.
I went to the train station with Stan and sent him on his way to Manchester with a hug and a promise to see him soon. And It wasn't just politeness. I was forming a plan to try and make sure he and Sergio didn't fall apart. I felt so strongly about it, it surprised me. I think they had become the model for the kind of relationship I wanted and the thought of them not being together, of breaking up and maybe in an angry, resentful way, was too painful to imagine.
I got to my flat and thought about my plan. I wanted to get the two of them out of their ordinary lives. I wanted, in a way, to recreate the same conditions as when they got together in the first place, except in England, not Vanuatu. If I had been rich, I would have sent them back there.
So I called Sandor. I didn't know him very well, but I liked him. He's a really solid person. I had met him a few times in Manchester and felt really sympatico with him. And more to the point, Stan was his best friend and had known him the longest.
“Sandor...it's Bruno.”
His voice was cheerful. “Bruno! Nice to hear from you. What's up?”
I thought for a second how to explain myself, then said, “You know that Stan and Sergio aren't doing that well these days?”
I heard him sigh. “Yeah. I'm worried. Stan seems really upset and I think Sergio is being a shit.”
Reassured that he understood, I said, “Right? So I've been thinking about how to help them. Or maybe I mean help Sergio figure out what's important. I want to come up and see them...can I stay at yours for a day or so?”
There was a moment of silence, then Sandor said, “But you usually...uh...stay with them, don't you?”
I laughed nervously and said, “Usually. But it doesn't feel right at the moment. I don't want to get in between them – literally or otherwise.”
Sandor didn't say anything for a moment, then said, “You have a plan, don't you?”
“I do. But Sergio is going to be the hard part. Stan's birthday is coming up, so I thought I could arrange to meet with him to plan something, that way he won't tell Stan where he's going. And you can get together with Stan which you do all the time, right?”
He said, “But then what?”
I knew this was the tricky bit. “You know that hotel they built in the old stock exchange? I was just reading about it. What I thought was you could arrange to go there with Stan and I could arrange to go there with Sergio. Once we're all together, then I could lay out my case and tell them they have a room for the weekend and to start working things out. What do you think?”
“I suppose that might work. But I think you're going to have to channel Sergio and be a very convincing defence attorney. Or prosecutor. I'm not sure which.”
He was right, of course. The risk was they would ignore me or think I was interfering. But I can be very convincing when I want to be. “I know. But I have to try.”
He laughed and said, “Well, they're worth it. But I'm impressed you're putting so much into this.”
“I know...I really love those two. Not like I want to marry them, but like brothers or something. I would hate to see them fall apart. If they can't stay together, then no one can.”
Sandor said more seriously, “It's true. I feel the same way. They're half the reason I finally came out.”
We talked for a little while and I arranged to come to Manchester as soon as Stan and Sergio agreed to meet us for dinner at the hotel and on the same day. I worried about coordinating that, about them refusing, about them catching on that I was up to something. But I talked myself down from the ledge and felt more settled, feeling that I was at least doing something. And I was able to take in the fact that William was just not interested in me. Too bad for him.
--
Feeling a little foolish, I went into Sandor and Aravind's flat, Sandor giving me a big smile and Aravind being quiet and gorgeous as always. I had only spent time with them on the occasions I was in Manchester, and always with Stan and Sergio, but things were different now. It felt like we were a team working together to save the world.
Sandor seemed happy to see me and we settled into their sitting room with wine and cheese. I felt very grateful for their hospitality. I raised my glass and said, “I know we don't know each other that well...but I thought since we had a shared interest in those two...anyway...I'm very grateful to you for having me. Here's to Stan and Sergio.”
Sandor put his hand on my shoulder, saying, “To Stan and Sergio. You seem like a very decent person and they're very fond of you, whatever might be happening now.”
I nodded, happy to hear this. “Have you seen Stan lately?”
Aravind quietly said, “In a manner of speaking...”
Looking at Sandor, I was confused. He said, “That was only once, Aravind.” He turned to me and continued, “A few weeks ago we had some quality time, shall we say...and we've seen him a couple times since then. Not very much, really. I miss him. He's my best friend...”
Sandor looked pained and I thought he would cry. I said, “Well hopefully that will change after this weekend. Or at least start to change.”
After a pause when no one seemed to know what to say, Aravind, “Let's have dinner.”
He had prepared a delicious meal and between the food and their warm presence, I started to relax and feel like maybe what I was trying to do would work. I was also really starting to understand why Stan and Sandor were such good friends. They were similar, but Sandor was more serious and this complemented Stan's light-hearted approach to life. But they had the same energy.
After the third bottle of wine and a wonderful coconut pudding, I said, “Well...I think I need to go to bed, if that's all right. It's been a long day.”
With a smile, Aravind stood up and said, “In the spirit of friendship, you can sleep with us if you want...”
Sandor grinned and took my hand. “That's right. Sleep with us.”
I looked at them both. They were such kind, generous men. Really attractive men, as well. I had heard from Stan that they were very sexual people, and this was proof. I got up and said very sweetly, “That sounds very nice. Thanks.”
They led me to the bedroom and almost ceremonially took my clothes off. Aravind unbuttoned my shirt and Sandor sat on the bed and pulled my pants down. He dug his hands in the back of my briefs and gripped my ass, then slid them down, my ever-eager cock springing out, hard and almost aching with excitement. Sandor grinned and sucked on the end at the same time as Aravind took my face in his hands and kissed me with all sorts of sensuous energy, licking my chin, sucking on my lower lip and running his hand through my hair.
He said, “I can believe you're single, Bruno. That's too bad. You're so beautiful.”
I was to learn that Aravind had a way with words. He could say things that sounded like some kind of incantation. His soft voice made my cock twitch in Sandor's mouth. I had heard stories from Stan about Sandor and I wanted to see the proof. I pulled back from Aravind and knelt down in front of Sandor. He had already opened his pants, so I tugged them off. He wasn't wearing underwear which for some reason I found insanely sexy. His cock was magnificent. I had never seen one like it. I suppose it was more than eight inches. Cut and not too thick, but the head smooth and meaty. Aravind was pulling his pants off and I almost shot a load onto the floor because his cock was the same size. A little tan coloured with a smaller, uncut head that needed to be sucked.
I didn't know where to begin with all this hot flesh. I looked at Sandor and said, “Stand up...I want you both in front of me.”
With a bigger grin, Sandor stood up close to Aravind. They started to kiss and I started to appreciate their massive tools. I stroked and licked and sucked and ran my mouth all over the place, enjoying the curves and veins and the muscular bases, running my nose through the contrasting hair: Aravind's trimmed bush and Sandor's almost blonde forest. Inhaling all that masculine heaven, I slurping their balls in my mouth and jacking them slowly, watching pre-cum ooze down the long poles. I ran my nose over them, smelling the hot, pungent aroma of men in heat. Aravind tried to push all that flesh into my throat which I didn't quite manage, then Sandor did the same. I alternated sucking and stroking as the two of them made out above me, then Sandor nibbled on Aravind's nipples while he groaned and put his hands on my head and ploughed his cock in my mouth as deep as it could go.
I took Sandor's smooth, meaty ass in my hands and did the same, pushing his cock into my throat for a second, before I had to breathe. His pre-cum tasted sweet and syrupy.
Finally I stood up and the three of us kissed lazily, trading spit and tongue. I managed to say, “I want to be fucked by both of you...but not at the same time.”
Sandor laughed and threw me down on the bed. I had heard that he was becoming a very forceful top and I wanted to experience it first hand. Aravind handed him a bootle of lube and I was glad to see it. I was in no way inexperienced with big cocks in my ass, but these ones were the next level.
Once Sandor and my hole were very slippery with this lube that looked like, and was the consistency of cum, he got between my legs and circled the head of that amazing thing on my hole, pressing with increasing force. I breathed deep and relaxed and he slid in, slowly, then not slowly at all, pushing hard until my asshole stretched almost to the point of pain. I felt pinned the bed. He looked down at me with a sly grin. He said, “Your ass feels like silk, Bruno. I bet Stan and Sergio had a lot of fun with you.”
He didn't say anything else but gripped my knees and pulled back, then with a powerful lunge, impaled me. Then again, pushing me into the bed. I was in heaven and a little pain at the same time. He kept his eyes on my face as if he was watching to make sure it wasn't too much. But it wasn't. I had my own cock held tightly, giving it a little stroke but my attention was all on the feeling of being stretched as my body tried to mold itself to that amazing column of fuck that was ploughing me.
Aravind moved over and slid his dick into my mouth, letting me swirl my tongue all over the head, then the shaft as I sucked him further. His pubes tickled my nose and smelled like a forest. I took hold of his balls and massaged as Sandor started a rhythm that shook the whole bed.
After a few minutes I was a little dazed, then I heard Aravind say, “My turn.”
They switched and Sandor left my ass gaping, but soon it was filled by Aravind's dick which felt even longer somehow. He fucked me a little more gently and Sandor plunged his slippery cock into my mouth. The lube tasted like vanilla or something and made my head spin. I had the crazy thought that I would have to do some shopping after this night. Sandor's face was sweaty, his curls were damp and his chest seemed to be dripping. I ran my hands over his nipples, giving them a pinch and he moaned.
Switching again, Sandor was all business and drilled me into the bed until I felt him begin to tremble and he swore in Hungarian – I assumed – and bit my upper lip which I guess was his way of dumping a load of cum. Aravind pulled out of my mouth and, stroking fast, spewed cum all over my lips and tongue which I shared with Sandor who bent down and we kissed between the ropes that Aravind fed us. It was crazy and crazier still when Sandor slid down and jacked me really fast and I exploded into Aravind's mouth who was crouching down beside him.
Once I settled down, feeling dazed, they lay down on either side of me. My ass felt stretched and wet, but my body was relaxed. I don't always like to be fucked by two guys, much less fucked by world-class cocks, to be fucked into the floor, but with those two sweet men, I wanted to. I wanted to give them something they would remember. Sandor kissed my cheek and said, “You all right?”
I turned to him and lazily kissed him back. “More than all right. Thank you. This helped. A lot.”
Aravind threw his arm over my chest and kissed my shoulder. His voice in my ear was magic. “I'm glad. You're a sweet man. I'm definitely going to do some match-making.”
I liked the sentiment even though I knew it wasn't that easy. But if he wanted to try, then I was fine with that.
--
The restaurant was old fashioned, but somehow felt modern. Marble and soft fabric, big round tables and squishy chairs but also formal tables with white linen on them. A lot of money had gone into the transformation of a stock exchange into a hotel. We were led to a table in the corner and we sat down and looking around at the ostentations space.
The first thing I noticed about Sergio, was he looked tired. He told me he had just finished a complicated case and had been working long hours. The only reason he met me, he said, was the case was done. He glanced at the ceiling and said, “I've always wondered what this place was like. They did a good job renovating it.”
I smiled my best smile and said, “Well, I thought it would nice to go out for a proper meal. I never get to see you these days. You seem tired, if you don't mind me saying.” What I really wanted to tell him was shagging your idiot co-worker takes a lot of energy as well.
He looked at me, his eyes seeming darker than usual. “I am. And I...never mind.”
His face looked pained and I knew what he wasn't saying. It was the reason I was doing this: him fucking his co-worker and not telling Stan. But instead I said, “The legal profession asks a lot, doesn't it?”
Nodding, he stared at the menu that had been brought by a beautiful man. He was tall and slim and looked a little like Sandor, I realized. He was distracting and I didn't need to be distracted. He said, “Do you two want anything to drink?”
His smile was dazzling. I looked at Sergio and then back to the waiter. “Give us a few minutes.”
With a nod, the waiter walked away, and I was sorry to see him go. But we were expecting Stan and Sandor at any minute. I had told Sandor to arrive ten minutes after we got there, which was at any moment. I looked around the big room with its arched ceiling and big booths. It was a bit much, but for this purpose, I think it was the right place.
Then I saw Sandor coming across the room followed by Stan. Sergio had his back to them, so had no idea what was coming. Sandor stopped and said, “Hello, Sergio.”
Startled, Sergio looked up and smiled, then saw Stan who seemed as surprised as he was. Sergio said, “What's going on? Is it someone's birthday?”
Stan looked at me, clearly puzzled. “My birthday's not for a few weeks...”
I stood up and hugged Stan, then Sandor. I said, “Sit. Let's have a nice meal. I'll explain.” I was getting nervous as if I had to give a speech to the whole restaurant.
The waiter came back and charmingly took our orders. I decided that if nothing else happened that day, I would get to know this boy and hopefully arrange to go out with him. That was motivation enough. His curls were adorable and his lips were delicious-looking. I had to almost shake my head to concentrate.
Once we had wine, I toasted, saying, “To friendship.”
Stan and Sergio looked at each other and I could see the complications even in the simple look. They clearly had something to work out. But we all raised our glasses and drank. It was all up to me at this point. I put my glass down and said, “Sandor and I planned this. We wanted you two to get together away from your house, away from any distractions.” I stopped, thinking. I could feel Sergio's lawyer eyes on me, assessing. “We know you two are having trouble. Which is ridiculous, if I can be blunt. So I've booked you a room upstairs for the weekend. Use it. Figure out what the hell is going on. We all see it and we're worried.”
Stan looked stunned, but he also seemed curious, as if it hadn't occurred to him that someone would notice his marriage was in trouble. His greenish eyes were wide like a child's. Sergio looked annoyed. He almost snarled, “I don't appreciate being sideswiped like this, Bruno. It's not like a weekend in a posh hotel is going to solve anything...”
Sandor was lightening fast. “Because there's something to solve, isn't there Sergio.”
Stan looked at Sandor, startled. I said to Sergio, “He's right, isn't he?”
We had cornered him and I was worried he might get up and storm off. But I should have known. Really, I should have. Sergio's eyes filled up and he looked down at his plate. I never thought I would see a Crown Prosecutor cry. Well, he didn't cry, but he came close.
He looked up at me and nodded. That was our cue. I stood up and Sandor followed. I said, “So this is the part where we leave you two to fucking talk to each other. Solve this. We love you but you are the ones who have to do the work. The room is paid for.”
I felt passionate and a little angry, a little sad. But I also felt some hope that they would find their way back to each other.
I looked at Sandor who nodded and we left the table. I looked back and Stan and Sergio were looking at each other as if there had been an earthquake. Good, I thought.
As we made our way through the tables I saw our waiter at the bar so I said, “I'll be right out...”
Sandor had, of course, noticed him and my reaction and he grinned and left the restaurant. I innocently walked over to our waiter. “Two of us are leaving now. The two we left behind are married, but they're having some issues that I hope they'll work out this weekend, so I hope you'll treat them gently.” I stopped, suddenly nervous, but I managed to say, “What's your name?”
He looked at me directly, his eyes like searchlights, all blue and clear. “James. You must be Bruno? I saw it on the reservation.”
“Nice to meet you James.” I paused, wondering if I could take the chance.
But he was ahead of me. “Would it be too bold to ask if you want to have a drink some time...?” He handed me a card with the hotel logo on it. But also his name and details.
My smile must have been very bright. I said, “You read my mind. I'll call you...” I looked at the card, “James Galloway.”
We grinned at each other like fools and I turned and left. I find that feeling like a fool is a good sign. And if both people feel like fools, it's a very good sign. I was still grinning when I made it to the lobby where Sandor was looking up at the ornate ceiling. He saw me and said, “You made a new friend! He seems lovely.”
I put my hand on his back and said, “He does, doesn't he?”
Sandor opened the entrance door for me and we walked out into the street. The weather was cool and it had rained earlier so everything was damp. But the wind had come up and was blowing down the street and the clouds that had been thick and grey were breaking up, little patches of blue appearing, the sun flashing, catching bits of roofs and glass in bright bursts of colour. Maybe, I thought, things were going to be all right. And not just for Stan and Sergio.
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