Pretty Tied Up

Chapter XII

Kinks and Fetishes: Gay bars, butts, and spanking. Also, Steven gets a dick up his ass for the first time.

It was a normal Tuesday afternoon. Steven was in the shower.

Steven was in the shower, hunched over, attempting to clean out his asshole before his boyfriend shoved his dick into it. His and Izzy's schedules finally matched up after four days of waiting and apologies for busyness. Sure, he was scared as hell and had almost no idea what he was doing, but that was true most of the time so there was no need to be worried. Aside from the fact that Izzy's dick was way bigger than a couple of his own fingers, but other than that.

He kinda missed Izzy, if Steven was honest with himself. Even though they had seen each other during band practices- band practices that were relatively unproductive due to the fact that Slash was still hiding at his Mom's place- they had only shared exactly five stolen hugs and only three of those hugs had involved a kiss. Three kisses over the span of four days.

Well, three kisses where they were both awake. Izzy had been staying out late the past few nights buying and reselling even more drugs, for what reason Steven didn't know, but the guy was racking up quite a bit of cash. Izzy had explained it as being a sudden rise in supply in a few concentrated areas of California where major deliveries had come in from drug cartels, so in certain places, heroin was slightly cheaper making it was easier to turn a profit. Steven didn't really get it. What he did understand was that Izzy had been staying out until five in the morning the past few nights so when he woke up he tried to let Izzy sleep. He couldn't resist a few kisses however, so if he counted those, they would have shared around nine kisses, but that was still not enough.

Steven switched off the water, figuring he'd done a good enough job at cleaning out his asshole and that he had probably wasted enough water trying. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he began to fight with his hair, brush yanking at the tangles and making his scalp hurt. He considered giving up, but Izzy had told him yesterday that they were gonna spend the night together and Steven wanted to at least attempt to look nice. Steven wondered if Izzy would want to tie him up again. His next thought was how he could ask Izzy to tie him up without sounding weird. It wasn't like at dinner he could just turn to Izzy and ask: "Hey Izzy, how was your day? I was wondering if you could tie me up again tonight, please? I'd really appreciate it." Or maybe he could. He was guessing he couldn't though. Steven wondered what Izzy himself had planned for the night.

Apparently, Izzy had planned to take Steven to a little french restaurant called Petit Trois that was two and a half miles away from the apartment. Other than the insane distance they had walked, the restaurant was nice; neither of them had any idea what anything on the menu was, but the food they ended up getting was good. Steven got something called nicoise pasta. His reasoning had been that pasta was pasta and would probably be decent. His reasoning had not failed him and his food was delicious. Izzy was slightly more ambitious and ordered something called a croque madame. Steven had asked Izzy if he had any idea what the heck he had just ordered. Izzy told him he believed he had ordered an egg sandwich. Steven was fully prepared to call Izzy's bluff- why the heck would an egg sandwich be called a croque madame- until the food showed up and Izzy smugly ate his egg and ham sandwich while Steven struggled with wrapping the spaghetti noodles around his fork. Eventually though, Izzy took pity on him and, glancing around to make sure no one else in the restaurant was watching them, put down his sandwich and helped Steven eat his pasta, feeding him a few bites at first and then showing him how he could scoop up the noodles with his fork, then rest the prongs of the fork against his spoon instead of just twirling the fork inside the plate of pasta and hoping for the best.

After a dessert that looked like a bagel with cream cheese, if the bagel was made out of buttery pastry and the cream cheese was actually whipped cream, Izzy paid the bill and led him... somewhere. They were walking down Highland Avenue when Izzy suddenly stopped. He had been holding onto Steven's arm at the time, causing Steven to stumble a bit at Izzy's sudden lack of movement. They were standing in front of a nightclub. A nightclub who's light-up sign flashed 'Dude City' across the front of the building. Before Steven could ponder if the sign meant what he was guessing it meant, Izzy was dragging him toward the line of people waiting to get past the bouncer.