## A Rainy Day (M/M)

Post by Bennett » Fri Feb 20, 2015 12:09 am

Greetings! This story is half in response to an old request by AussieBoy and half an idea I've had in my head for a bit. I was trawling through archived stories and found his 2012 "Two Guys, One TUG" piece. I quite enjoyed it and thought I'd see if he had other works, and found a story request. The request and responding story featured a gay couple who were into TUGs. The story is non-sexual, doesn't get past second base.
The rain had long ago replaced the distant sighing of waves as the resident ambience. It fell in a steady shower, pattering on the tin roof of the house. By the second day Tom had become used to it, but being alone in an eight-person house, boredom had quickly set in. Daytime Foxtel was mostly repeats of the previous day, and the life guards had closed off the beaches because of a cyclone warning.
So when his phone practically exploded in the relative silence of the morning, Tom jumped in fright.
Kiran: Hey! I’m just getting on the ferry now, so half an hour I think?
Excitement easily drowned out fright after seeing the message. Tom quickly texted a reply and snatched his keys off the table. Nineteen years old, Tom had just finished his second year of health science. He’d met Kiran, eighteen and finished first year physiotherapy, last semester, after realising he kept seeing the same guy in about three different classes.
Half an hour later, Tom was standing under a bus shelter in a shirt and running shorts (he’d convinced himself he was going to exercise, but get real) as people hurried off the ferry. He waved to get Kiran’s attention, who dashed over with his backpack and sports bag.
‘You have no idea how happy I am to see you,’ Tom laughed as he embraced his boyfriend. A little taller than he was, Kiran was lean and fit with a brown complexion.
‘I’m sorry I couldn’t get out of work earlier,’ Kiran smiled apologetically.
‘Ah, don’t worry about it. We’ve still got a day before the others come over,’ Tom gestured towards the car. The idea was to cram eleven health science and physio students into the island holiday house for the weekend. The only way they’d been able to secure the house was by booking for longer than the other person, so Tom, whose only job was an athletics coach in season, had nothing better to do and volunteered to hold the fort. Kiran had quickly tried to shuffle his shifts around after being told of the plan.
‘Let’s not waste any time then,’ Kiran grinned.
Another half hour getting back and Tom was leading him through the house. They passed the main bedroom with the massive king bed and entered a cosy little add on occupied almost entirely by a double bed with metal slatted head and footboards. ‘So this one’s mine since the girls want to share the queen,’ Tom said.
‘Oh? And where am I?’ Kiran played along.
‘Through that door,’ Tom indicated across the small corridor. Kiran walked into the bedroom opposite where there were a pair of bunk beds. Tom quickly reached into one of his own bags, snatching a handful of zipties and stuffing them into his pocket, feeling giddy as he did so.
‘So you get the double to yourself and I’m bunking with the boys then?’ Kiran asked as Tom walked in. ‘I’d have thought you’d want me all to yourself.’ He put his bags down and gently slid a hand down Tom’s cheek until he held his chin between a finger and thumb. Kiran stepped closer and kissed him. Tom got a little carried away; the contact and warmth despite their half dried clothes was doubly welcome after being in this stuffy house by himself. He ran his fingers through Kiran’s short dark hair, running the other hand up his back, exploring the muscles there. Kiran’s hands were doing something similar, trailing down his spine. Tom managed to find Kiran’s hands and took them in his own, pushing him back until Kiran bumped into one of the bunks. Tom pushed Kiran’s arms against one of the horizontal beams that acted as a railing for the top bunk. He could feel himself grow as he held his boyfriend gently but firmly against it.
After a minute there, he quickly released Kiran’s left hand with his right, grabbed a ziptie from his pocket and managed to loop it around Kiran’s right wrist and the beam, cinching it tight but not all the way. Kiran opened his eyes and smirked, more amused than anything. Tom grabbed his other wrist and did the same, this time stretching Kiran’s arm out fully.
‘So with three girls on the queen, me on the double, four people in the bunks and two on the lounges, we’ve still only got ten spots for eleven people,’ Tom grinned. ‘I thought you might want to try spending the night here?’
Kiran turned his palms toward the ceiling in a hand shrug. ‘You’re so lame,’ he laughed airily.
Tom stepped up close and mimicked the chin caress Kiran had done. ‘Yeah, but you love it,’ he said after another kiss, glancing down and seeing confirmation in Kiran’s beige chino shorts.
Kiran tried to bite at his nose playfully but Tom leant away and went back into his room, grabbing a pair of scissors and a bundle of ties from his bag. He came back and started tying one around Kiran’s right wrist. Once it was knotted off, he cut the ziptie and drew the arm out straight and began looping the tie around the beam, pulling the thing taunt and making multiple knots out of reach of his fingers.
‘Too bad we’ll have barely any classes together next year,’ Tom said as he tied another around Kiran’s right arm, just on the distal side of the elbow.
His captive laughed, ‘Maybe I organised my subjects like that so I might actually pass.’
‘As if! You haven’t failed anything yet.’
‘When that prick dropped out from that assignment and you told me the night before it was due that you liked me, I almost did,’ Kiran said, letting Tom push his shoulders against the beam as Tom fed another tie under his armpit. They’d gone from saying ‘hey’ in the corridor and complaining on the way to tutorials about the readings to grouping together for assignments. One particular essay was a three-person job, but the third guy had dropped out, leaving them struggling with the extra work. That had meant late nights in the library or crashing at the other’s place to make uninterrupted progress, but just as often they’d procrastinated and talked instead. After weeks of slowly realising he had a crush on his study partner, Tom had finally voiced his feelings the night before the due date, in a drunken-like haze of an ongoing all-nighter.
His thoughts a bit crazy after sixteen hours of skimming health literature and proofreading, Tom had thought of every response from the romantic sweep-the-books-off-the-desk-and-kiss to an outburst of disgust. Kiran had simply smiled and hugged him, saying he felt the same way, but they really should get the essay finished first.
‘Look how well that turned out for us,’ Tom paused in his binding to peck him on the lips. ‘What was that kid’s name?’
Kiran hand-shrugged again. ‘I can't remember. Bennett? Benson?’ He looked down his arm at the three ties holding it securely. ‘A bit of overkill isn’t it?’
‘I know you’ll tie me just as tightly, so I’ll have my fun while I can.’
Kiran rolled his eyes. In the weeks after the assignment, they’d spent a lot of nights together and found that tie ups were one of the passions they both shared. Tom gave Kiran’s other arm the same treatment, leaving his arms completely immobile.
Kiran let his muscles go slack. ‘Nice try,’ Tom teased, having deliberately chosen areas with little tense-able muscle to prevent him from slipping out that way. He kissed him again, at first lightly and then more, but pulled away just as they started getting more passionate. Kiran tried to lean forward with his head, but Tom kept himself just out of reach; with his shoulders trussed Kiran was limited by the length of his neck.
‘You’re so cruel,’ he groaned.
‘Aren’t I just?’ Tom purred, digging his fingers into Kiran’s side.
‘Ah! You bitch!’ Kiran growled, breaking into laughter.
Tom messed with him for a while, tickling his sides, armpits and neck. A few times he kissed him only to pull away again, or ran a hand underneath his tight cotton shirt, probing the muscle for a response. He wrapped a tie over Kiran’s eyes and continued so he didn’t know when or where attack was coming from. He later opened Kiran’s bag and pulled out a nice pair of boxer briefs (smiling to himself at a roll of duct tape and coil of rope hidden below the clothes) and pressed them into Kiran’s mouth without resistance, cleave gagging him with yet another tie and performing further torment, eliciting muffled groans of laughter, annoyance or pleasure. Eventually Tom took the gag and blindfold off and they talked and joked for an hour, as if they were sitting on the lounge rather than one of them tied to a bunk bed. Tom had missed this. Even if had only been a couple of days.
‘I almost don’t want the others coming over,’ Tom complained. ‘I just want to keep you here. All to myself.’
‘We’ve got the day after they leave too,’ Kiran reminded.
‘Yeah, true. It’ll be good. Just not as good as this.’
‘We could tie up Declan, introduce him to the fun,’ Kiran joked. Declan was a slender blond footballer from physio.
‘Maybe not with everyone around,’ Tom said, ‘but definitely keep it in mind.’ He walked over and ran his fingers through Kiran’s hair, kissing him. ‘Ready for lunch?’ he asked, knowing he’d kept his captive for nearly two hours.
‘Yeah, that’d be good.’
Tom started undoing the ties, working from the shoulder out, alternating sides to keep his boy bound as long as possible. He finally undid the ones around the wrists and Kiran shook his arms out. Kiran took hold of the back of Tom’s head and pulled him close so their foreheads touched.
‘I’m glad for the rain,’ he smirked, ‘means I’m stuck inside all day with you.’

### Re: A Rainy Day (M/M)

Post by alex967 » Fri Feb 20, 2015 11:25 am

Nice story

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Post by tony2 » Fri Feb 20, 2015 12:02 pm

Nice, soft lead-in. keep it up. Thanks for posting.
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Post by Lake Lover » Sat Feb 21, 2015 3:41 am

Very nice, warm story.
Rather clever to work the name into the story. Bennett? Or was it Benson? Ha ha!

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Post by fratboydanny » Sun Mar 01, 2015 6:38 am

Thanks for the story. I do up there will be more, including the seduction of Declan into the ropes.