Starlight Stories Rich and Love: Burns Song

Chapter 16: Mile High-Jinks

"Attention, valued employees, drones, and seat warmers," said Smithers excitedly over the intercom, "while Mr. Burns and I are on our – our honeymoon," he giggled giddily, laying his left hand over the back of Burns', their wedding bands making a scarcely audible clink as they collided.

"Actually, Smithers, this month it's more of a blood moon," interjected Burns.

"Yes...well, while we're away on our fabulous island retreat, we need someone to step in for us. Congratulations...Lenny and Carl!"

"Do us proud, Lenny and Carl, and you shall each receive a handsome reward." Burns patted his pocket, which held a pair of fifty dollar gift certificates to Sears.

"Well, so long! Our plane is waiting," said Smithers, grabbing their luggage in both hands as Burns climbed up on his back and held on tight. He dropped the mic and scampered out of their office and up a few flights of stairs to the roof, where they boarded their helicopter, which Smithers piloted to a nearby airfield where they transferred to Burns' private jet.

Sitting in seats opposite to each other as the plane took off, they clinked glasses of champagne and sipped, some of the fizzy beverage sloshing out of their glasses and dribbling down their chins. As Smithers dabbed at Burns' neck and chin with a monogrammed handkerchief, Burns said, "So, Smithers. What do you want to do first? Stroll down the seashore, go birdwatching in the brush, go hike in the hills...?"

"That all sounds good to me. Whatever you want to do, I want to do. As long as we're together, I'll be in heaven."

"Oh, for the love of – give me a real answer."

"Okay. I'd like to walk on the beach with you." He rested his elbow on the table between them and cradled his cheek in his hand as he stared deeply into Burns' eyes, which gazed far off out the window, distracted and disturbed. Smithers took Burns' left hand loosely into his own and gently squeezed his palm a couple times as he ran his middle finger and thumb up and down Burns' ring. "It'll be okay, Monty. We'll get through this. We've gotten through so much worse."

"I know I want you. But I still keep thinking about your father."

"You said he loved me unconditionally, right?"

"More than anything."

"Well, who I am is someone who loves you."

"And who I am is someone who defiled his precious, only son."

"Oh, Monty...my history professor beat you to the punch twenty-five years ago." He chuckled inwardly at the fond memories of his college dalliance. "You didn't defile me. I came on to you, remember?"

"Oh...I suppose you did."

"Of course I did." He slid his hand away from Burns' and patted the back of his hand as he stood. "I'll get you some caviar."

"Yes, consuming the unborn young of a nearly extinct sturgeon always lifts my spirits."

Smithers retrieved a small container and a little spoon from the fridge and sat beside Burns as he fed him little bites of caviar, smiling waggishly as Burns savored each bite and moaned in satisfaction each time. Burns' pleased responses to his meticulous servility had long taken on a sexual undertone for Smithers, for when he had all but abandoned hope that a sexual relationship might materialize between them, he had taken to viewing Burns' expressions of sensuous pleasure at his service as a surrogate for sexual reciprocity.

"Have some," said Burns as he finished a spoonful. "It's heavenly."

"I think I'll take you up on that," said Smithers as he slipped another spoonful of caviar into Burns' mouth. Immediately after he withdrew the spoon, he closed in and kissed him, spreading their lips and sucking some of the caviar out of his mouth. Burns put his hands on Smithers' lapels, partly pushing and partly pulling, while Smithers moved his hands to caress Burns' cheeks.