Alois was nervous. Scratch that. Alois was NEVER nervous… Except now.
He was stood outside Spears, Restaurant ringing a piece of paper between his hands like it had offended him. He was dressed impeccably, well, for him. He was wearing a dress shirt and a trilby hat, both in stunning dark yellow, with black suspenders and black knee-shorts, and a pair of black dress shoes. His makeup was minimal today, a little foundation and some yellow and orange eye shadow, nothing to drastic; Alois didn’t want to scare Claude off.
Claude was stood about five feet away waiting for him, he had a cigarette in his hand and Alois was dying for one, but he hadn’t worked up the courage to walk towards Claude yet.
“Get over here.” It was a simple command, an imperative sentence that simply couldn’t have meant anyone but Alois himself. Alois’ feet moved of their own accord and pulled him towards Claude, he was stunned, the other hadn’t even looked up but he’d known Alois was there. ‘How long did he know?’ Alois pondered as he got closer to Claude.
The other had taken a second cigarette out of the packet and was handing it to Alois, ‘he’d known that too?’ he thought as he accepted it, and then Claude moved closer to touch-light the cigarette with his own.
Alois thanked him the looked up at the taller man “Hey.” He said dumbly and then blushed as he realised his own stupidity.
“Hello, you look absolutely edible.” The other answered, taking Alois free hand in his own “I love the shorts, not slutty but definitely sexy.” He finished, using Alois’ hand to make him twirl, which Alois, being the diva in shorts that he was, did willingly with a cute little giggle that was everything but manly.
“Don’t I get a hello kiss?” Alois asked cheekily after taking a slow drag of the cigarette, it was brand he didn’t know and probably cost more than his outfit, but it was a good brand, smooth but not unnoticeable.
Claude chuckled; in contrast to Alois’ girly giggle the sound was deep and reverberated through Alois like a bell. He was almost surprised when Claude leant down and pulled him into a breath-taking kiss, Alois dropped his cigarette he was so stunned, Claude dropped his as well to card his fingers through Alois’ spun-gold locks.
When the kiss ended Claude took Alois’ hand once again and led him inside, there was a maître di at a podium just beyond the entrance and Claude looked at him, “My table please Antoine, and I’d like the curtain pulled across. We’ll order in exactly five minutes.” With that he lead Alois towards a set of three booths, two of which had the curtain drawn and were occupied, the one in the middle was set up with candles in gold candelabras and a luxurious maroon table cloth, all of the plates had an intricate gold-plated design and even the glasses were adorned with the colour, Alois was sure he was in heaven.
Claude went into the booth first and then pulled out Alois chair, they were beautiful oak with yellow cushions, the fabric of which was adorned with gold threads for every few yellow ones. Claude let him sit down before he sat himself down, Alois couldn’t help but remember his lessons from his mother as a child and sat with his back ramrod straight. The curtains were closed with a single reach of Claude’s long, muscled arm, leaving them in privacy with the soft lilting piano and violin music from the main dining room calming Alois considerably.
“So, what kind of food do you eat here?” Alois asked, he knew William owned this place, had done for months, but also knew he wouldn’t be able to afford it on his salary, not that that was William’s fault, he gave them a fair wage, just not enough to cover a salad in this place.
“Traditionally in here you eat a light starter, perhaps a salad of some kind, and then a larger main, something meat based usually, and finally a desert of your own choosing.” Claude had spoken succinctly and yet he’d made three simple courses sound like a feast fit for a king.
“I think I’ll just have a salad please. I’m not really hungry.” He mumbled imagining that their bill would probably be somewhere in the triple digit range.
“Do you want a salad because you’re not hungry? Or because you think you won’t be able to afford a full meal?” Alois blushed and looked down, caught red handed. Claude smirked “I invited you, therefore I’m paying. A meal is not a meal if somebody leaves hungry.” He said as the waiter appeared from behind the curtain, it wasn’t Antoine, but it looked like a younger version of him, perhaps a younger brother or, more likely, son?
“Are you ready to order yet sir?” he asked, manners impeccable, Alois was starting to understand how he’d gotten fired from so many waiter jobs.
“Yes, two lightly dressed Salmon salads with lemon, the beef casserole and lemon cheesecake with vanilla ice cream and a suitable white to accompany please.” Alois eyes were wide at the order as the waiter just nodded and left, not even bothering to write it down.
After the waiter had left Alois could hear a suspiciously familiar giggle followed by a thump and a deep throaty chuckle. Knowing at once who it was Alois stood and left the booth, moving to the one next to him and slipping behind the curtain, his jaw dropping and eyes widening at the sight of Ciel placed in a tall raven-haired man’s lap, his arms around the strong throat as he gaped back.
“Ciel!?” he stage-whispered in shock before grabbing the other’s hand and leading him to the bathrooms he’d spotted on the way in, locking the door behind him.
“What the hell?!” Ciel asked, crossing his arms and glaring so hard Alois thought he was going to burn through his eye-patch.
Speaking of the bluenette’s outfit, he was wearing a faded blue almost-white dress shirt, navy blue short-shorts with a pair of nearly-navy suspenders, the eye-patch he was wearing was the same faded blue as his shirt with a navy pattern, a pentagram circled with barbed wire. His makeup was as minimal as Alois’ – silvery blue eye shadow and some foundation, the only difference was the smear of slightly-blue tinted lip-gloss smeared delicately across Ciel’s lips. The collar and cuffs of the shirt covered the scars Alois knew were there. His hair was perfectly styled to look messy and sexy, to complete it he was wearing mid-thigh socks with the nineteenth century style sock-suspenders and a pair of blue platform biker boots.
“Who was that guy?” Alois asked, trying his best not to scream.
“A guy from the club; he helped me get dressed while you were off prancing with Lady Bitchabeth Midford.”
“Hey! That is NOT fair, you know full well I’d rather dance with you any day of the week.” Alois said, upset by the dig at his performance.
Ciel, for his part, looked apologetic. “So, why you here?” he asked calmly leaning back against the sinks, if you could call them that when they look more like ornate water fountains.
“I, am on a date. Yellow eyes from the audience. He’s so sexy and he does this thing with his voice that makes me shiver so hard I think I’m gonna’ spaz out!”
“Niiiice, you always have had a thing for a deep voice. Which, by the way, Sebastian has in abundance. Not to mention slim, red eyes, black hair, the most gorgeous hands I have ever seen.” Ciel finished with a sigh, tipping his head back as a knock sounded at the door. “Ciel?” Sebastian’s warm, deep voice called out and Ciel called for him to come in, the cheeky “Yes, my lord.” Made Alois have to fight not to giggle until he saw that Claude walked in behind Sebastian, his expression promising a punishment.
“Um, hi…” Alois tried unsuccessfully, Claude face was not pleased, though he didn’t seem to displeased either.
Sebastian gave a small non-committal gesture that could have been an attempt at a wave, or something else entirely.
“Alois, let’s go eat before we both see something that will put us off the food.” Claude said, and Alois was smart enough to recognise it for the order it was. His head dropped down in shame at being rude to his date and he walked out, closely followed by Claude who shut the door behind them.
Once they were out into the hall leading back to the dining room, Alois back was slammed into the wall and his neck was attacked by a pair of hot lips.
He moaned softly and gripped Claude’s hair as the other grabbed hold of his ass in both hands and squeezed. He couldn’t help the drawn out moan at the twin, no, triple sensations he thought as Claude’s hair cooled the skin left ablaze by his mouth.
Suddenly the other pulled away, starting to move away from Alois and heading ou8t back into the dining area.
On the way back to their booth Claude didn’t touch Alois at all, as they’d walked toward the booth the first time, Claude was constantly touching Alois, his hands, back; even his hair. But now there was no contact at all and it hurt Alois to no end, he knew he was being punished with the lack of contact and was intelligent enough to know that defying his punishment by touching Claude himself, in any way, would make it even worse, so he hung his head and walked behind Claude, a sign to the other 5that he was accepting the punishment and that what he had done had earned it.
When they were sat down at their booth Alois still didn’t look up until Claude called his name softly and tilted the blonde’s chin up with a slender forefinger. It was the first time Claude had touched him since the hallway and he cherished it even for the small thing it was.
“What did you do wrong?” the words were soft and deep but held a very strong sternness about them.
“I ran off on you in the middle of a date. Sir.” He added the sir to appeal to Claude and the other raised his eyebrow, damn he’d guessed wrong!
“You’re right.” He spoke confidently, an amused lilt to his voice underlined with something dangerous; but Alois couldn’t tell whether it was anger or arousal, though he suspected a combination of both. “So, if you knew it was wrong, why do it?” now the amused lilt was almost gone, his tone more serious and his ever-present smirk dampened a little.
“I um,” he started looking down at his hands as he clasped them together and wrung them, a sign of nervousness that he wished he could kick. “I heard Ciel and wanted to make sure he was okay, then when I saw he was on a date, I got over-excited and took him to the bathroom to talk because I wanted to know about his date. I should have either; excused myself politely and knocked on their booth before entering and asking; not pranced in there and dragged him out, or just have waited until after our date. ” He finished politely, making sure to keep his tone serious but more professional than dangerous and still held the light boyish quality that Claude had started to really enjoy.
“Well done, you’ve identified what you’ve done wrong and two ways to fix it. Had you done those before we wouldn’t be in this situation now. Your punishment is no sexual activity; for a week you can’t have sex, jack off, get blown, or blow. Unless I say so that is. No sexual activity at all, dancing is an exemption but you may not experience an intended orgasm for a week.”
Alois’ eyes flew wide at that “I can’t cum for a week? B-but, I jack off every DAY! How am I supposed to…”
Claude’s near-scathing look silenced him “Then it is going to be a VERY long week for you.” With that a waiter arrived and gave them their order, Alois’ spirit seemed incredibly dampened to Claude, but he didn’t know whether it was the reprimand or the impending punishment that had done it.
By the time the second course had arrived, Alois still hadn’t returned to his usual jovial demeanour so Claude took minor pity on him, although it was more for Claude’s benefit than Alois’
“What’s wrong, love?” he asked gently, working at lowering his mask enough to sound as sincere as he felt.
“I disappointed you.” Alois stated simply before looking up from playing with his food to continue “I was rude to the first decent guy to look my way in months, on top of that I earned a punishment that will be especially hard and painful for me because of my own actions. The worst part of it is your disappointment, I can deal with anger, I’m used to it, but I can’t stand disappointing people who are important to me. The punishment you gave me also punishes you and I hate that, I’m not trying to get out of it” he hastily and sincerely added “But, I want to please you, to give you something to make up for how rude I was to you.”
Claude nodded as if to urge the other to continue, he was halfway through his own main course but Alois had yet to eat a bite.
“With your permission, Sir, I would appreciate it if you would allow me to get you off, I wouldn’t gain any physical pleasure from it myself, I just want to please you in a way that I know I am good at.” Alois added the last part as a deal breaker, knowing the other wouldn’t be able to resist seeing whether Alois was good at it or just cocky, in a manner of speaking.
Claude appeared to ponder the idea for a moment, when in reality he already knew his answer he, after all, was still a man and men in general found it very hard to say no to a particularly attractive person offering to bring them to orgasm with no thought to their own pleasure.
“All right. You may after we’ve eaten the main course but before dessert, that way there will be enough time for you to ATTEMPT to bring me to pleasure uninterrupted.” He added in the ‘attempted’ purely to make Alois a little more coy and playful, it had worked well in juncture with the affirmation that he could do as he wished to and he was suddenly more energetic about eating and he reached across the table to take Claude’s hand, stopping just before touching it remembering that he was in punishment.
Claude, however, couldn’t resist just how cute that small action was and took the other’s hand in his own, giving the other a pleasant smile before finishing off his own main. Alois took a few more minutes to finish his own food and once they were both done eating their main, Claude pulled on a chord in the corner of the booth that Alois hadn’t noticed before, the chord made no sound and Alois looked confused for a moment before Claude began to illiterate.
“My brothers and I built this place to be a perfect hybrid between new and old, all the convenience and ease of a high tech restaurant with the comfort and homeliness of a Victorian one, the electrical sockets around here are hidden by small covers designed to look like Victorian doors, everything out here is designed to be as authentically Victorian as possible, yet the kitchen and food prep rooms are as high tech as possible.”
As he’d just finished speaking the same waiter from before entered and gathered their plates, removing them and taking them presumably to the kitchen. The moment the curtain billowed shut behind the young man Alois stood and knelt, crawling beneath the two-person table to kneel between Claude’s open knees, even behind the taut cloth Alois was amazed by the size of what he had already predicted to be quite a sizeable cock. He just hadn’t expected it to be QUITE so thick in girth or long either; it was beautiful – even hidden behind the fabric of Claude’s slacks. Alois slowly trailed his hands up the thick, muscular thighs of the older man, leading them towards the zip and button of the trousers. Once he’d gotten the fly undone he was both surprised and pleased to find Claude apparently didn’t have a taste for wearing underwear.
Slowly he pulled the already-hard cock from its confines and marvelled at the mere size of it, it had to be at least twelve inches at the moment and it was only half hard.
Ciel leant back against the sink row, his hands resting on the counter and his blue-flamed motorbike boots crossed at his ankles as he waited for Sebastian to say something. “So, that was the famous best friend?” the other joked, moving forward to runs his hand down Ciel’s soft, pale cheek. It was on the side of his bad eye, and Ciel was surprised when he didn’t feel the need to flinch away; even Alois couldn’t get close to his eye without an adverse reaction on Ciel’s part.
“Yeah, friend, bother in all but blood, dancing partner. Take your pick there’s lots of thing we are to each other.” His voice was soft an almost whisper, Sebastian was moving even closer, their faces now close enough for Ciel to feel the warmth of his body and see the shine of arousal in his eyes. “We have food to order.” Ciel murmured, receiving only an “Mhm…” in response.
“And Alois and Claude will know what we’re up to.”
“Mhm.” Again, after that Ciel moved backwards after only a peck on the lips to Sebastian and headed out the door, he thought Sebastian had scrambled, but when the other re-joined him, almost at the booth by then, he was cool and collected as ever.
“Come on,” he murmured, his hand warm and comforting on the small of Ciel’s back as they headed for their small secluded booth and Sebastian tried not to notice the near-silent groaning coming from the adjacent booth.