Wednesday Briefs: Super Trooper #70 (16.4)

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Well, all good things must come to an end, so prepare to say good-bye to Evan and Chan! Their story ends today, and next week I'll start a new tale. In the meantime, see what's going on with them for the last time. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

Super Trooper #70 (16.4)

Chan wrapped one hand around his lover’s seeping cock. No one had ever made him feel the way that Evan did. Loved and cherished. Respected. He’d never thought he would find anyone as wonderful as Evan who would want to become a part of his life. But here he was, and here they were, and Chan knew he couldn’t love Evan any more if he tried.

He pumped Evan with sure, firm strokes, Evan’s pleasure more than evident from the noises coming from him.  But this was not how the night was destined to end, and Chan knew it. Pulling Evan’s face down to his, he placed a searing kiss on his lips, at the same time wrapping his legs about Evan, encouraging him to take the next step. As they kissed, Evan entered him in one push, filling him completely. Chan moaned into Evan’s mouth.

He wound his fingers into Evan’s white blond hair and gripped tightly, keeping pace with Evan’s thrusts as he snapped his hips, driving into Chan with sure, swift strokes. Their tongues tangled  in a mock battle. Chan could taste the citrus mouth wash Evan favored, one that always reminded him of his lover.

Normally, Chan kept his eyes closed, but this time he wanted to see Evan’s expression as they made love. That was something he’d always been curious about but had never dared to share with Evan. Now he peeped from beneath his lashes before opening his eyes wider. Evan’s own eyes were closed and Chan thought he resembled an angel caught in prayer.

Evan pulled back to catch his breath, and they both gasped for air for a moment.

“You’re so tight,” Evan murmured against Chan’s ear. “So hot and tight. I just want to love you forever.”

“Oh yes, forever,” Chan replied, bombarded by a myriad of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him, all centered in this one man. “I want to be yours forever.”

Chan felt Evan begin to tighten, knew that he was close. “You can do it,” he encouraged him, feeling bolder than ever. “Fill me with you.”

Chan’s words must have shattered Evan’s self-control as he reached his peak and began to release inside of Chan in long hard waves. And when he was spent, he collapsed onto his side and pulled Chan close. Chan nestled against him, content not to move for now.

When Evan began to stir, Chan clung to him. “Not yet,” he whispered, and Evan stilled his movements.

They held onto one another in a contented silence.

“Did you have a good birthday, baby?” Evan asked. He stroked Chan’s cheek tenderly, his beautiful emerald eyes soft and hazy. No one had ever looked at him the way that Evan did, never treated him with such love.

“I had a wonderful birthday,” Chan said. “Thank you so much. Not just today, but for everything. For helping my siblings through the hardest time in their lives.” He didn’t think he could have done it without Evan. Now he felt safe in saying they were all going to be all right.

“You’re my family and I love you,” Evan said, the most beautiful words Chan had ever heard.

And to think it had all started with a speeding ticket...

 

The End

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Wednesday Briefs: Super Trooper #69 (16.2)

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Super Trooper #69 (16.3)

Chan began to thrust into Evan’s mouth, gently at first, almost hesitantly, but then with greater speed. Evan enjoyed the taste and feel of his lover’s uncut cock. This was not the first time he’d encouraged Chan to push his limits, and he could tell Chan was becoming more and more comfortable in doing what felt pleasurable to him.

He anchored Chan, holding firmly as he plunged inside Evan’s mouth, over and over. Evan’s own cock was swollen with desire. He  ached for the feel of his lover’s channel around him. He’d never met anyone like Chan before, and he wanted to show him just how special he was to him.

Moving one hand to his own leaking dick, he wet a couple of fingers before sliding that hand along Chan’s crease.

“Oh yes, oh yes,” Chan moaned, as if he already knew what Evan was up to.

Evan pushed one finger inside of Chan’s pucker, and then another. Chan’s muscles gripped tightly, his rising moans serving to indicate his growing pleasure. When Evan added a third finger, he felt Chan’s cock begin to spasm, his thrusts becoming  more driven as he came long and hard into Evan’s mouth. Evan swallowed everything he could before taking a breath.

“Feel good, baby?” he asked, gently stroking Chan’s ass. Chan was holding on to the head board, letting his own breathing even out.

“Very good,” he finally got out before Evan pulled him down on top of him and kissed him thoroughly.

Chan was practically purring as he rubbed against Evan.

“Ready for sleep?” Evan teased, even though he was pretty sure he knew the answer to that question.

Chan gave him one of his looks, the ones Evan was getting to know so well. This one clearly said Chan was not ready to roll over any time soon, an are you kidding look if ever he saw one.

Evan began to smile. “So what would you like to do instead? Something special for your birthday?”

“You know what I want to do,” Chan said, grinding meaningfully against Evan. “You know what I want, too. I want you, Mr. Super Trooper. And you know just how I want you to?”

Evan couldn’t resist playing dumb. “Super Trooper, am I? Tell me what it is you want and I’ll see if I can do it.”

Chan leaned down until his mouth was right by Evan’s ear, as if afraid someone could hear him, although that wasn’t likely. “I want you to fuck me. I want you to come inside of me. I want us to be as one.”

Evan could remember a time when Chan didn’t have the nerve to talk that way to him, or to express his own desires. They had come a long way in such a short time.

“You know I’d do anything for you,” Evan said then flipped their positions so that Chan was on bottom and he was on top. “Especially that.”

Chan’s mouth curved up in a sensuous smile that went straight to Evan’s heart… and his dick. “Do you want me to get out one of our toys?” They had recently begun experimenting with vibrators. Discreetly, of course, keeping locked away, far from curious eyes.

“Not tonight. All I want is you,” was Chan’s heartfelt reply.

 to be continued

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Wednesday Briefs: Super Trooper #68 (16.2)

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Chan's birthday has been perfect, and he couldn't be happier. But just because night time has fallen, and the kids gone to bed, that doesn't mean the fun has to stop! See what's happening in this week's chapter of Super Trooper. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

Super Trooper #68 (16.2)

Chan shivered at Evan’s words, even as Evan claimed his lips in a searing kiss. How had he ever lived without this man’s love, he didn’t know… and he hoped he never would again. He planned to dedicate the rest of his life to Evan, and to his siblings… his perfect family.

Evan lightly pressed his tongue against Chan’s lips. Chan gladly granted him admission. Their tongues tangled in a playful duel which took Chan’s breath away. He slid his hands along Evan’s back, feeling the strength beneath his fingers. Evan wasn’t built like a bodybuilder but Chan thought his muscular body was perfect just the way it was.

When Evan pulled back, Chan was momentarily bereft, until he realized where his lover was headed, as he kissed a trail down Chan’s body. Reaching up beside Chan, he grabbed one of their pillows. “Raise up,” he instructed, then placed it beneath Chan’s ass for better leverage.

Lightly pressing against Chan’s legs to spread them a little more, Evan stroked the sensitive skin of Chan’s perineum. Lowering his head, he licked it lightly, ringing the base of Chan’s cock with the fingers of one hand. He stroked his way up the shaft and pulled back the foreskin.

“Oh yes,” Chan gasped as Evan ran his thumb across the exposed head, which was already leaking pre-cum. Evan lapped at the liquid before taking Chan’s cock into his mouth in one fell swoop.

Chan wound his fingers into Evan’s short blond hair, anchoring himself as Evan sucked on him. So good, so very good. No man had ever made Chan feel the way that Evan did, and none of them had even actually tried. Evan was undoubtedly the best thing to ever happen to Chan.

As Evan sucked, he continued to pump Chan with a firm yet gentle motion. Chan loved the face Evan made when he sucked him off, his beautiful eyes closed in intense concentration, almost as if he was praying. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked, and when he hummed around Chan’s dick, the vibration only served to add fuel to the rapidly growing flames of Chan’s desire.

At this rate, Chan knew he wouldn’t last long. But did that matter? He also knew Evan had other things in store for him. Very pleasurable things.

Until suddenly Evan pulled away, leaving Chan rather confused. Didn’t Evan want him to come?

“Change of positions,” Evan said. “Stand up for a moment.”

Chan did as requested, while Evan positioned himself on the bed, his head on the pillows now. “Kneel over me,” he said. “And hold on to the headboard. I want you to fuck my mouth real good.”

Had anything ever sounded so sexy?

Chan wasted no time into assuming the requested position, kneeling with one leg on either side of Evan’s head, his cock at mouth level. Evan obligingly opened his mouth. At the same time, he reached around Chan and held Chan’s cheeks firmly in his grasp.

What more invitation did Chan need?

 to be continued

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Wednesday Briefs: Super Trooper #67 (16.1)

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Chan's birthday has gone very well, and he is beyond happy. Now the night is over, the children are in bed, what else can Evan have in store for him? See what's happening in this week's chapter of Super Trooper. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them! Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

Super Trooper #67 (16.1)

“Thank you so much,” Chan told Evan for the hundredth time as they were getting ready for bed.

Evan laid his watch and his wallet on the dresser, then turned on the soft music they played at night, before turning toward Chan. “No need to thank me. You deserved everything you received,” he said. “And more.”

Chan’s smile grew even broader at his words. “Today was so… perfect,” he said, unable to think of a better word to describe how he felt. The only thing that could have raised his spirits any higher was if his parents had been there in the flesh, rather than in the beautiful urn they’d received from the funeral home.

Evan kissed him softly, and for a moment nothing was said.

Chan still couldn’t believe Evan had learned to make the traditional dishes of his maa, and Laksha had helped him. Her cake was very delicious, and the drawings made by Kamal were very good. And he was touched more than he could say by the sight of Madhu clinging to Evan for a good portion of the night. If he’d had any worries about his siblings accepting his love, those had all disappeared after today. On top of that, the gifts he’d received were all wonderful. He couldn’t have asked for anything else.

Well, there was one thing he would like, but he felt suddenly shy about asking, for some reason.

“Something on your mind?” Evan asked. He’d just closed the door to their room and locked it before he rounded the bed and lay down on his side.

To his surprise, Evan wasn’t wearing the sleep shirt and pants they’d both taken to wearing, what with having children in the house. Maybe Chan wasn’t going to have to ask for what he wanted.

“You,” Chan replied. “Always you.” He had been in the act of pulling on his sleepwear but decided against that and slid naked into the bed as well.

“Any particular part of me?” Evan said suggestively as he drew Chan to him, close enough so that Chan could feel his growing desire, matched by his own for Evan.

Oh yes, this was the most perfect day indeed.

“Your beautiful cock,” Chan blurted out. He was surprised he had the nerve to say such a thing aloud, even if it was true. Of course, he loved all of Evan’s body, every beautiful bit of it. But his cock was the stuff of wet dreams. So thick and so hard, and so perfectly fitted to Chan’s body, as though made just for him.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” Evan murmured against Chan’s neck as he nuzzled him, slowly rubbing against Chan as if he had all the time in the world with which to pleasure him.

Chan and moaned in happiness as he allowed Evan to take the lead, as he generally did.

“Would you like me to do anything special?” Evan asked, his tongue drawing a path along Chan’s jaw to his ear where he lightly nipped at the lobe, the way Chan liked.

“Everything you do is special,” Chan insisted. “Having you inside of me is what I love best.”

“I’m more than happy to oblige,” Evan replied. “But before I do that, there is something else I have to do.” He glanced up at Chan, his gorgeous green eyes glittering with lust.

“What’s that?” Chan was almost afraid to ask. Surely Evan didn’t have to leave him, not tonight? But his lover’s next words only served to turn him on all the more.

“I’m going to give you the best blow job I can.”

 to be continued

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Wednesday Briefs: Super Trooper #65 (15.2)

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Today is Chan's birthday, the first since the death of his parents, but no one seems to have remembered. Can this day get any worse? See what's going on in this week's chapter of Super Trooper! Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

Super Trooper #65 (15.2)

Chan’s unhappiness over the day’s events—or rather the lack thereof—grew even greater when he arrived at work to find it was just another ordinary day on the job. Not one happy birthday in the bunch, just business as usual. He tried hard not to be grumpy or morose, but he found that difficult to do when everyone else was just so full of smiles and sunshine.

He hadn’t brought a lunch, thinking someone would treat him for his birthday, as was the usual custom among his fellow employees. But when an offer wasn’t forthcoming, he finally decided what the heck, he’d just do something for himself. Why not? Even if no one else realized what day it was, he did.

But those plans never came to fruition either. As he was debating on where he wanted to eat, he received a phone call from Denise. She had an emergency and had to leave and he needed to come home to take care of Madhu.

“Did you call Evan?” Chan half-heartedly suggested, although he had a pretty good idea that wouldn’t work either, which she confirmed.

“I did. He must be out on a call,” she replied. “I’m so sorry.” Funny, he didn’t think she sounded sorry. That was probably just his bad mood thinking. He needed to not take this so personally.

“It’s all right, I’ll be right there.” Chan hung up and heaved a giant sigh. What next? Well, his manager could tell him he couldn’t leave work just now. Then what would he do?

But surprisingly she was more than happy to let him go. He could swear she was even working hard at keeping from grinning, but he was too irritated to analyze the reason for that, just grateful she wasn’t angry that he was leaving.

He gathered his things from his office and turned out the light, bidding the others good-bye as he passed on his way to the door. As he walked out the door, he could have sworn he heard giggling, but decided that was just his imagination. Oh well, Madhu would be happy to see him, anyway. He hoped nothing the situation with Denise wasn’t too dire. She didn’t sound stressed or anything, just insistent.

Maybe he could take his sister out for lunch? That thought cheered him a little until he reached the house and saw Evan’s cruiser in the driveway. What the hell? Had he left work for nothing? If Denise had reached Evan after all, why didn’t she call Chan and let him know?

Now he was beyond irritated. And majorly feeling sorry for himself.

He slammed his car door shut and stood for a moment, willing himself to calm down. Maybe he could just check on his sister, ascertain that  all was well in hand, and return to work to finish out the day. No harm done, right?

He took a deep breath, told himself everything would be fine, and strode briskly toward the door. Of course it was unlocked, so he let himself in and glanced around. No one in sight, but something smelled very good. Maybe Denise had been cooking.

“Evan?” he called out. “Madhu?”

And that was the moment when Kamal jumped out from the kitchen and burst into the living room, followed more sedately by Laksha, with Evan bringing up the rear, Madhu in his arms.

“Happy birthday!” they all cried out. Well, except for Madhu. But even she was smiling.

 Kamal screamed, “Are you surprised? Did we surprise you, Chan?”

Chan felt like bursting into tears, he was so happy. How could he ever think the people he loved would forget him, even for a moment? “You surprised me very  much,” he replied. “Good job, bro.” Kamal held out a fist expectantly and they fistbumped.

Laksha hugged him and kissed his cheek. She seemed particularly pleased with herself, he noticed. “Happy birthday, Chan. I made you a cake.”

To say he was touched would be an understatement.

“Happy birthday, love.” Evan greeted him with a kiss. Chan couldn’t help but notice the glint in his lover’s eyes.

“You deliberately misled me,” he accused Evan, even though he couldn’t stop grinning himself.

“I had to, otherwise it wouldn’t have been a surprise. I hope you’re hungry. I’ve been cooking since you left.”

“You have?” Chan was surprised.

Evan nodded toward Laksha, who beamed at them both. “She’s been teaching me to make your favorite dishes.”

This was all so amazing. Chan couldn’t help himself, his eyes brimming with tears even as his heart swelled.

“Is something wrong?” Evan asked, concerned.

Chan shook his head. “No,  no, on the contrary. Everything is perfect. Thank you so much.”

And suddenly the horribly gone-wrong day became the best day of his life.

 to be continued

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Wednesday Briefs: Super Trooper #63 (14.6)

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Evan has stayed home with Kamal and Madhu because of the babysitter's illness. Chan tells himself he isn't worried, but is he? See what's going on in this week's chapter of Super Trooper. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

Super Trooper #63 (14.6)

Chan wasn’t worried about the situation at home. Well, maybe concerned, but not worried. And it wasn’t a situation. Things liked this happened all the time, surely, where one parent had to stay home with the children rather than go to work because of circumstances.

Not that he and Evan were their parents, but they were responsible for them. And Chan loved them more than anything. He was sure Evan did too. With time, his siblings would warm to Evan.

He hoped.

Chan glanced at the computer clock again. Almost time to go.

He’d called home during the course of the day. More than once. Not that he expected anything to be wrong. He just wanted to see how everyone was doing. Just because he braced himself to hear screaming in the background was a testament to his concern for everyone, not any doubt in his partner’s ability to run things smoothly without Chan being present.

And he was very pleasantly surprised by how peaceful everything actually seemed. He tried to talk to Kamal, but he was playing with his friends and couldn’t take the time to talk to his big brother. Madhu was sleeping when he called. Besides, she wasn’t much of a conversationalist yet.

So all was well. Still, Chan couldn’t wait to get home and see what was happening for himself.

Time to leave came at last, and tonight he didn’t have to stay late. The branch manager was there for that. So Chan finished what he needed to do, bid farewell to his co-workers with promises to see them the next day, and took his departure.

When Chan pulled onto the quiet residential street where they lived, he saw Kamal and several of his friends engaged in a game of kickball in the street. They immediately moved to the side of the road at the sight of him, well out of the way of his car as he parked in the driveway beside Evan’s cruiser. Chan knew his parents had allowed Kamal and his friends to play like that because it was a very safe neighborhood, and the boys were careful and vigilant regarding traffic, which there was little of. The residents were equally watchful of the younger residents, and no one had ever been hurt. Chan expected them to return to their game once he was out of their way. But, as he climbed from his car, they ran toward him instead, all speaking at once.

Oh dear, what now?

Chan cast a concerned glance at his brother, before trying to sort out the babble of young male voices. It took him a second to realize they were just excited, not upset or angry or anything the least worrisome.

“Have you been inside the police car?” “Are you going to be a trooper too someday?” “Does he let you run the siren?” “That car is sooo cool.”

Chan couldn’t help but smile. Apparently Kamal had been showing off Evan’s patrol car, and his friends were more than impressed, they were ecstatic. Score one for Evan.

“Yes, I have been inside the car,” Chan replied. He wasn’t sure which question to answer first, and that was the easiest one. His words were greeted with a multitude of oohs. “Many times.”

“That’s so cool,” was repeated by the boys. A quick glance at his brother showed Kamal fairly bursting with pride, just as happy as his friends. That had to be a good sign, right?

“Does Kamal really get to ride in the car too?”

“Yes, sometimes he does.” On rare occasions, they did use the cruiser, mostly for short trips.

Now Kamal was the center of the admiring glances of his friends. Good time to go inside and see the rest of his family. He tousled Kamal’s hair. “Come in soon and clean up for dinner,” he told them. “See you guys later.”

He walked through the door to find Laksha sitting on the couch, her nose in a book. Madhu sat beside her, also looking through a book. But to his surprise, Evan sat on her other side. He was pointing out letters and words and pronouncing them for Chan’s little sister. She never said a word, but her sharp eyes followed his movements with great interest.

Chan’s heart swelled at the sight. He was so happy to be here, with his family. For a moment, he stood there, silently drinking everything in.

Evan looked up and smiled. “Welcome home, love,” he said.

 to be continued

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Wednesday Briefs: Super Trooper #59 (14.2)

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Evan finds a surprising ally in his plot to do something special for Chan's birthday. When Kamal calls Chan to complain that Laksha has no time for him because she is busy with Evan, Chan worries that something is wrong. See what's going on in this week's chapter of Super Trooper. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers! Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

Super Trooper #59 (14.2)

The savings and loan where Chan worked locked its doors promptly at noon on Saturday, since it was just a half day. But that didn’t mean any customers still inside were kicked out. Everyone who was already inside at twelve was taken care of before the employees closed up and left for the day.

Everything was running smoothly today.  Chan hoped the same could be said of his home. He’d called Evan on his break and talked to him briefly. But Evan had seemed a little… distracted. Chan had asked was anything wrong and had been assured that nothing was. Still, he couldn’t help but worry just a little.

His concern only increased when his cell phone rang just as he was walking out the door.

What has happened now?

To his surprise, the caller was Kamal. Chan steeled himself for the worst but hoped for the best. “Hello?”

“When are you coming home, Chan?” Kamal hadn’t even bothered with a salutation. Not surprising.

“I’m getting to leave work now. Is something wrong?” Chan held the phone away from his ear as he bid one of the tellers a good day, then returned to his phone.

“I’m booooooored,” Kamal complained. “I want you to come home and play with me.”

Ah, so nothing earth-shattering or critical. Chan breathed a small sigh of relief.

“I thought you were playing with your friend Gene today?” Chan asked. He juggled the phone as he locked the door behind him, the alarm already set, then crossed the parking lot to where his car sat beneath one of the few shade trees around.

“I was, but he had to go visit his grandma.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Chan automatically commiserated. He barely remembered his grandparents. They had died when he was little, long before his mother’s remarriage and before she had his siblings. He wondered if Kamal missed not having a more extensive family. Not that there was anything he could do about it, other than be the best brother he knew how to be.

“Yeah, me too,” Kamal replied. If he was disturbed at his lack of a grandmother, he hid the fact rather well.

“Maybe you can play a game with Laksha till I get home?” Chan suggested as he started the car, glanced automatically behind him, and backed out of his spot.

“No, she’s too busy for me.” Kamal sounded aggrieved. “She told me to go outside and play if I was going to keep whining.”

“Is she playing with Madhu?” Chan wondered if he expected too much from his sister. She was still a child herself, after all.

“No. Her and Evan—”

“She and Evan,” Chan automatically corrected him.

“She and Evan are doing something, and she won’t tell me what.” Chan could practically see the pout on his little brother’s face. Despite himself, he had to smile, even as he wondered what Laksha could be up to with Evan. Should he be more concerned or relieved? Hopefully it was nothing serious. What that something serious might be, he couldn’t say.

“I’ll be home in just a few minutes. We can do something then, okay?”

“Yay!” Kamal’s mood instantly brightened. “We can have fun without them!”

“Kamal…” Chan thought carefully how to phrase his next question. “Laksha and Evan… they’re not yelling at each other, are they?” Not that either one of them actually yelled. The only yelling he’d ever heard from Evan was when he was in State Trooper mode. Not yelling exactly, but definitely a get-your-attention voice.

“Yelling? Why would they be yelling? I’ll meet you out front!” Kamal ended the call before Chan could get in another word. Well, he supposed that was his answer. He’d have to wait to find out what was going on.

How bad could it be?

 to be continued

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Wednesday Briefs: Super Trooper #58 (14.1)

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Since the picnic in the park, peace has prevailed in the household, but for how long? Chan's birthday is coming up and Evan wants to do something special. Will he be able to do that or will he make things worse? See what's going on in this week's chapter of Super Trooper. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

Super Trooper #58 (14.1)

A week had passed since the picnic in the park. An uneventful week, neither bad nor good. No more outbursts or bad behavior. Homework and chores were done to satisfaction, bedtimes observed without too much whining. And yet, Evan found himself in the guest room almost every other night. If it wasn’t one thing, it was another. Mostly bad dreams. Sometimes Kamal claimed to hear someone in his room, and refused to believe there was no one there, despite Chan showing him otherwise.

Evan accepted  whatever reason was given and  he never complained. This too would pass, he was sure. Life would return to normal.

At least he hoped so.

Chan’s birthday was coming up. This would be his first birthday since they had begun to live together, and also the first since the death of his parents. Evan wanted to celebrate the occasion, but thought he should keep it low-key, under the circumstances.  He wanted to do something special for his lover, but what?

Chan was working a half day. Luckily he only had to work two Saturdays a month. Evan wasn’t scheduled until Monday. Kamal was playing at the home of a friend who lived nearby.  Madhu was keeping herself occupied with some blocks, sitting cross-legged on the living floor. Laksha was reading a book, but she kept a watchful eye on her sister.

Evan stood in the doorway between the kitchen and living room, unaware he was staring until Laksha glanced up to meet his gaze.

“Is something wrong?” she asked.

“No, no,” he assured her. “I was just thinking.” She returned to her book, apparently satisfied with his response. But he did have something on his mind. He just wasn’t sure if she would be interested in helping him.

He wouldn’t know until he tried, would he.

“Laksha,” he started again, hoping she wouldn’t be annoyed with him. The look she gave him was more curious than anything. “You know Chan’s birthday is soon…”

The young girl nodded.

“I was thinking about making him a special dinner. What would you think of that idea?”

“I think that would be good,” she agreed. “Did you have something in mind?”

“Yes, I did.” Evan drew closer as he spoke, taking a seat at the end of the couch. “I’d like to make some of the dishes your… mother used to make.” He tried not to pause too long on the word, make it sound natural and good. She didn’t seem to notice.

“The trouble is,” he continued. “I’m not the cook Chan is, not even close. And I’ve never made those dishes before. What I was wondering… Would you… I mean could you…” Why was it so hard for him to ask a simple question? Maybe because he was afraid of upsetting her? Or maybe he was even more afraid of her rejection?

Just ask the question.

“I was wondering if you’d be interested in helping make your brother’s dinner? Maybe show me how to make some of the foods you and Chan love?”  If she said no, there was always the Internet, of course. Maybe he should just have gone that route first and not said anything?

“I think that’s a great idea,” Laksha said. “Maa taught me a few dishes. I think Chan would like that.”

Evan was surprised to discover he’d been holding his breath, waiting for her response. He let it out in relieved sigh and darted a glance at Laksha. Was she really smiling at him? She was.

“You want this to be a surprise, right? Can I make the cake?”

Evan’s heart swelled at her enthusiasm. He’d assumed he would pick up something at the bakery, but if she wanted to do this for her brother, who was he to tell her no. “Absolutely,” he replied. “I think that’s a great idea.”

“Then I will start to plan the menu. Secretly,” she added with a knowing look.

“Sounds good. We can go shopping for the ingredients together, if you like?” Had he pushed his luck with that particular request?

“Okay, “ she said just as Madhu knocked down a stack of blocks. The small girl began to clap, obviously proud of her accomplishment.

“Good job,” Laksha praised her. Madhu giggled and patted the floor. Laksha closed her book and set it down before sliding onto the floor next to Madhu.

“Thank you,” Evan said, his heart appreciably lighter as he returned to the kitchen to finish the dishes.

 to be continued

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Wednesday Briefs: Super Trooper #56 (13.2)

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Chan is guilty because Evan spent the night in the guest room and still got up and made them breakfast. Evan makes a great suggestion, and Chan is very happy to hear his idea. See what's going on in this week's chapter of Super Trooper. Don't forget to see what's going on with the other Briefers. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

Super Trooper #56 (13.2)

After breakfast, Chan volunteered to do the dishes. Only fair, since Evan had cooked. Even so, Evan insisted on helping, so they worked together in a companionable silence, the only sound that of the running water, and the dishes Evan dried and put up.

Laksha had carefully cleaned Madhu’s face and hands then instructed Kamal to make his bed. When he protested that it was Saturday, his day off, she gave him a look and he grumblingly did as she asked. Chan had to stifle a laugh. Maybe she was acting like his mother instead of his sister, but he had the feeling she felt better for doing so. He wasn’t about to tell her not to.

Once everything was done, and the kitchen was clean once more, Chan dried his hands as he turned toward his lover. “Breakfast was delicious. Thank you again.” He wanted to say more, but he didn’t want to open any wounds, his or Evan’s. Evan said he wasn’t angry, he would have to believe him.

“You don’t have to go in today, do you?” he asked Evan, a hopeful edge to his voice. He didn’t think so, but he wanted to make sure Evan hadn’t had to take on another extra shift for any reason.

“Nope. Not until Monday morning.”

Chan smiled in relief as Evan wound his arms about Chan’s waist and held him in his embrace.

“Afraid you’re stuck with me for the weekend.” He leaned in and kissed Chan softly.

“Mmm, guess I am,” Chan murmured, returning the kiss. “Good thing I like to be stuck with you, Mr. Rainsford. In handcuffs or out.”

Oh the things they’d done with Evan’s handcuffs. Role-playing had never been so much fun.

“I had an idea,” Evan said softly.

Chan’s cock began to twitch. He had to remind himself the children were awake, and any such ideas would have to wait until tonight so please behave.

“It’s a beautiful day. Why don’t we take the kids to that park they like so much? Let them play?”

Chan’s heart melted at Evan’s words. Even after everything they put him through, he was still making an effort. No wonder he loved Evan so much.

“I think that’s a wonderful idea. You sure you’re up to it?” He was trying to be thoughtful, considering Evan had worked a double yesterday, and had gotten up early today to cook for them.

Evan arched a white blond brow. “If you’re trying to insinuate that I’m getting old,” he said in a faux stern voice. Chan had to resist the urge to giggle. He loved Evan’s playful side, although that was something he’d seen little of lately. Not surprising, considering everything they’d been going through.

“Well, you are over thirty,” Chan teased. “Perhaps you should think about your poor old bones—”

“Want me to show you what these old bones can you?” Evan licked around the edge of Chan’s ear, pressed up against him so hard that Chan could feel Evan’s unmistakable desire for him. Which matched his own for Evan.

Oh yes, show me right now.

Those were the words Chan longed to say, but he knew that wasn’t likely to happen. They couldn’t very well excuse themselves and go into the bedroom without an explanation. And he was not ready to give the birds-and-the-bees speech quite yet. He wondered how parents managed to have second and third children or more, what with dealing with the first one.

“I’ll show you tonight,” Evan promised with a long hard kiss that did indeed promise much.

Chan quivered at Evan’s touch. While Evan’s words didn’t satisfy his immediate need, they provided anticipation, and wasn’t that just the best aphrodisiac? He could hold on to that thought as long as he needed to.

“I’ll tell them to get ready,” Chan said happily. Maybe they could have a little picnic too? His siblings would love that. He’d be sure to tell them this was all Evan’s idea too, so they would hopefully appreciate his thoughtfulness.

Hopefully.

to be continued

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Wednesday Briefs: Super Trooper #55 (13.1)

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Chan is worried that things are strained between him and Evan, but he isn't sure what he can do to change that. He feels torn between wanting to be there for his lover and also for his siblings. It's tearing him apart. See what's going on in this week's chapter of Super Trooper. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them! Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

Super Trooper #55 (13.1)

Chan had meant to carry the children to their own beds, once they fell asleep. He didn’t think there’d be any harm in their sleeping with him until then. It had all started when he heard Madhu crying. He was just about to go to bed when he heard the whimpers coming from the room she shared with Laksha. Alarmed, he’d hurried to the door and gently opened it.

Laksha was pushing back her blankets, about to get out of bed to tend to her sister.

“I’ve got her,” Chan whispered, scooping Madhu up from her bed. She wound her arms around his neck and burrowed her face into his chest. He could still hear her soft moans. “Go back to sleep, please.” For a moment, he thought Laksha might argue with him. Instead, she lay back down and rolled over, obviously too sleepy for anything else.

Taking his younger sister to his room, Chan had rocked Madhu until he felt her quiet in his arms. He laid her in his bed, then lay beside her and watched her sleep. His heart ached for her, longed to take away her pain. But he just didn’t know how to do that. Not more than a few minutes later, Kamal padded into the room and climbed up into Chan’s bed without so much as a by your leave.

I’ll move them before Evan comes home.

Not until Chan’s alarm went off and he opened his eyes to the new day did he realize that his siblings were still there. Alarm bells began to go off in his head, until he smelled something cooking. He took an appreciative sniff. Bacon. Evan must be making breakfast.

Which meant he must have slept in the guest room.

A pang of guilt raced through Chan. He hoped Evan wasn’t angry with him. On the other hand, how mad could he be if he was willing to cook for them?

Carefully, he extricated himself from the sleeping children.  He’d wake them when breakfast was ready. Truth be told, he wanted at least a few minutes alone with Evan.  He slipped into his robe and cinched it as he made his way down the hall to the kitchen. Pausing in the doorway, he admired the sight before him. Evan, in a pair of sleep shorts and T-shirt, was quite a delectable sight. Just looking at him filled Chan’s heart to bursting with love for this wonderful man.

He softly crept up behind Evan and wrapped his arms around his waist, laying his head against his warm back. “Good morning, love,” he murmured.

“Morning,” Evan murmured in return. They stood together without speaking for a long moment before Evan placed the skillet he was cooking in on a back burner and turned off the heat.

Chan peeked from behind him to see what else he’d done, and was greeted by the sight of a second skillet, heaped with fried potatoes. Everything looked and smelled amazing.

“I missed you last night,” Chan confessed as Evan turned to face him. “I’m sorry you had to sleep in the guest room.”

“I didn’t want to disturb you all,” he replied. “You looked so comfortable.”

“But that’s not the point. That’s your bed, and I meant to take them back to theirs. I must have fallen asleep.” Chan felt very guilty, even though he knew he’d had good intentions.

“No worries.” Evan kissed him softly. “How was dinner? Everything go all right?”

“Everything was fine.” Chan nodded. “How was work?”

“It was fine.”

Chan thought he detected something in Evan’s voice, but maybe he was reading into things too much. His mother had always said he had a tendency to worry when there was no need to do so. He thought for a moment before saying, “You aren’t upset with us, are you?”

Evan started to say something then closed his mouth abruptly as a timer went off. He reached for the oven door. Chan backed out of the way so he could open it, as he pulled out a sheet of biscuits. He set them on the stove and closed the door before turning back toward Chan. A slight frown marred his forehead.

“Maybe a little, I won’t lie,” he finally said.

“About what?” Chan asked, distraught, a knot forming in his stomach. He told himself to calm down and let the man speak. He’d rather hear the truth than some pretty lie.

“It just felt to me as if you were rewarding Kamal’s behavior… and… well, what he said. I know you didn’t mean it that way. I shouldn’t have said anything.” He reached into a nearby cabinet and pulled out a plate, covered it with paper towels, and then scooped out the bacon onto the plate so the grease could drain.

“No, I always want to know what you think,” Chan said. “He shouldn’t have said that, and I’m sure he didn’t really mean it. Please, don’t be upset.” He laid his hand on Evan’s arm, his breath catching at the idea that he hurt the man he loved. Sometimes he felt as though he was talking a tightrope between Evan on one side and his brother and sisters on the other. He was afraid something might actually break, and he prayed it wasn’t their relationship. He didn’t know what he’d do without Evan.

Evan enveloped him into a warm hug, holding him tightly while Chan struggled not to cry. “I love you, Chan,” he said softly. “Please don’t push me away.”

Chan tried to protest that he never would but their moment was interrupted by Kamal’s cries of “Bacon!  Mmmm, I’m starved.”

Evan released him and he turned reluctantly away to set the breakfast table.

to be continued

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