Gregor

Xavior had sent a luxury, driverless vehicle to our house. I was kinda shocked at the expense, but I shouldn’t have been, considering he owned a whole restaurant. Keith was giddy. After putting an overnight bag in the luggage compartment, we slipped into the back seat together, and Keith melted into the rich synth-leather.

“If this is how the night is starting out, I might die a very happy man later,” Keith said.

“Well, we know the food should be pretty good,” I said, and Keith chuckled with me and shook his head. He looked at me for a moment then crawled into my lap. My hands went to his hips.

“We have about thirty minutes. Want to fool around in a really expensive ride?” Keith asked. I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and pulled his face toward mine to give him a thorough kiss as my response.

His hands went to my jeans, pulled at my shirt, undid my belt, and then opened my fly. When his hand found my cock, I moaned into his mouth. I glanced out of the windows as Keith slid off my lap onto the floorboards. When he wrapped his lips around the head of my dick, I shoved my knuckles into my mouth to stifle a moan.

He pulled at my jeans and boxers to free me completely. I writhed under his talented tongue as my hand cradled his head. His hand was fisted in my shirt as he continued to tease at the sensitive nerves around the tip. My gaze was split between watching Keith and the scenery through the tinted window as it went by.

Keith crawled back into my lap, with his hand wrapped around his shaft. I smiled as he adjusted his hips slightly, then rubbed himself against me. His hands went to the top of the seat at either side of my head. I spat into my hand then threaded it between us. The minute I wrapped it around both our cocks, Keith groaned. I loved that sound. We kept at it until I knew I was going to come.

“Fuck, I’m going to come. We can’t make a mess in here.”

“Relax, I’ve got this. Keep going. Yes, just like that. Fuck.” Keith moved faster, and I trusted that we’d figure out how not to look like we had sex in the back of the vehicle.

He kissed me to the point I was distracted enough that my orgasm snuck up on me. Keith came after that. Our mingled mess was all over our shirts and pants. My hand was covered. I looked at him with a huge, fucking smirk on my face.

“Okay, how are we cleaning this up?” I said with a chuckle.

Keith leaned over, opened a compartment, and pulled a couple of tissues from it. I laughed a little.

“I think we have a bigger mess than that.”

“Just watch,” he said. He wadded the tissues up in his hands, said a few words, then opened his hands to reveal the same tissues, though they had a slightly different color to them. He gently passed the improved tissues over our skin and clothing. All hint of anything we’d done disappeared.

“The only thing it won’t get rid of is the smell, but we can open a window. That should help.” We cracked the windows. I nabbed my clothes from the floorboard. We were both laughing as we finished worming our way back into our clothes just as we pulled up to a private gate.

The gate code was transmitted from our vehicle. When the gate opened, our transportation rolled forward and drove its way up the private drive. It was a parade of vehicles similar to ours going up to the house and then driving away. I realized then that Xavior must have rented a fleet for the night to bring guests to and from his property.

We hadn’t talked much about who would be at the party, but he mentioned that we shouldn’t be surprised if we see people we recognized. When I noticed the house's size as we got out, I realized how much I didn’t know about Xavior Brantley. Xavior told me he’d put us up for the night at his place. He had insisted on it, in fact. I gave in and agreed since Xavior seemed pretty insistent about it.

“Oh shit,” Keith said as he got our bag out of the vehicle and looked at the sprawling limestone mansion. His sunglasses slid off his nose as he looked around. “Gregie, did you know about this?”

“No. I mean, we knew Brantley was well off, but I hadn’t realized when Vanessa talked about an estate she was serious. I thought that was lawyer speak.”

“You and me both. Xavior has enough room for a small country of people,” Keith said with a touch of awe in his voice.

The doors to the place opened, and several people in uniforms came out to greet us. I handed over our invitation, and like the restaurant, they all shifted from passive greetings to overly helpful assistance.

“Hello, Mr. Lyndon, Mr. Elliot, My name is Edward. Mr. Brantley has told us to make sure you receive excellent service this evening. Can we show you to your room first?” We nodded. Edward gave a curt nod, and another uniformed person came to take our bag out of Keith’s hands. “This way, gentlemen.”

Our room was a fucking house all on its own. Edward opened the double doors and began to explain to us what was available. The suite had a large, lavish bathroom, a small living room, a wet bar and kitchenette, and a huge fucking bedroom. Edward indicated that the space would be available to us for the whole weekend. I was floored. Keith was in heaven.

“Holy shit, Greg,” he laughed. “You’re not allowed to change work partners, ever.” I knew he was joking, but it didn’t make me feel any better. Keith walked further into the room as Edward handed me two keys to the suite.

“Mr. Brantley said to also mention that he left you welcome gifts. You’ll find them in the bedroom,” Edward said. “If you require anything else, any touch screen in the suite can send a message to staff who will see to your needs.”

“Thank you, Edward,” I awkwardly said. The last time I’d had to deal with butlers and house staff was when I visited my mother. I can’t say that I missed it all that much. Given the local ecology, I wondered how he’d managed to build a house this large. Then I realized that dragons, magic, material printers, and any other tricks like solar and wind energy and enough money, it was definitely possible. For all I knew, the house could be one big pocket dimension.

I went to the bedroom as soon as Edward exited the suite. I prayed by all the sacred texts that Xavior hadn’t left some kinky bag of toys or worse. I wouldn’t live down my embarrassment if Keith found that first.

Instead, I found two boxes with our names from one of the best suit tailors in the city. Keith came to stand next to me as I stared down at the boxes.

“No, fucking, way.” Keith plucked the lid off of his box, and inside was a suit I would guess was tailored to his body with precision and was worth a few months of the mortgage payments on our house. The suit of clothes was complete, with a tie, shirt, cufflinks, and black dress shoes with a matching leather belt.

Keith’s suit was a deep blue with a peacock mosaic tie and vest to match, including a cream white shirt that set off the suit's blue and the deep greens and reds in the patterns on his vest and tie.

When I opened mine, I noticed it was a dark green, with a pale green shirt and a cream white tie and vest. At the bottom of the box were silk robes that were the same color as the suits.

Keith and I smiled at each other. Xavior was freaking crazy, but the fact that he went out of his way to make sure we had clothes nice enough that we’d at least feel like we fit in was appreciated. We grabbed a shower then got dressed.

Keith adjusted my tie as we looked each other over. “Fuck, babe, you look spectacular,” he said as he smiled at me.

“You clean up pretty well yourself, sweetheart.” I brushed his shoulders.

“We should save these,” he said. “You know, if we ever decide to get hitched.” He turned toward the mirror to smooth his tie again. I felt my heart skip a beat then slam hard in my chest as it started up again. The fact that he’d even brought up marriage made my throat dry.

“Familiar catch your tongue, Gregie?” He teased.

“Uh,” I breathed out, not sure what to say.

Keith gave me a smirk. “Come on, babe. If these clothes are any indication, we have a fucking fabulous party to get to.” I followed him only to pause and turn back to our bag on the bed and fish out the small present I’d made for Xavior. Keith thought it was a cute gift. I only hoped Xavior thought so after giving us the clothes we were wearing.

I walked back toward Keith and slipped my hand into his as we left the suite to join the party downstairs.