Little Fantasies: The Craft Fair

Little Fantasies: The Craft Fair

Julien carefully propped his feet up on the coffee table as he held his bowl of cereal.  Settling his bowl on his lap, he grabbed the remote and aimed it at the television.  Although the sun was shining brightly, it was a chilly Saturday morning and Julien planned to laze around the house in his pajama pants and catch up on the sports news of the week.  Selecting the sports channel, he let the remote drop next to him and then picked up his breakfast.

Immersed in the recaps of the World Series, Julien didn't notice Alex until he was standing in front of the TV.

And then he became aware of something.  Not something he could name, but something that made him very aware of his toppish partner.  Maybe it was the way Alex was standing, or the look in his eyes, but Julien's body and mind started humming.  And he became aware of certain parts of his anatomy.  Like his butt.

"Come on, Julien," Alex said in a brisk voice. "Finish up your cereal and get dressed."

The voice, the look, the stance of Alex screamed Top Time to Julien.  Julien often had days when he had a need for Alex to be more dominant; it only made sense that Alex too would have days he'd WANT to be more dominant.  Apparently today was one of those days.

"Don't just stare at me," Alex chided as he reached down, took the remote, and turned off the television.  "Finish up.  There's a craft fair that I thought would be fun for us to go to."

Julien let the power of his husband wash over him.  This was what he had wanted, what he had hinted at last Valentine's Day, and he fell even more in love with him when Alex had seemed to understand his wants.  He needed a way to let Alex know he understood and was more than fine with it.  That's how their relationship worked best.

"Yes, sir."

And that was all it took.  Julien saw the flash of understanding in Alex's eyes and it seemed his dominance flared even more.  Quickly eating his cereal, Julien's body felt prickly inside and out.

"I'll go ahead and get out your clothes.  It's a little cool this morning and I think you should wear something that'll keep you warm."

Julien looked up when Alex had stopped talking.  Alex had an expectant look on his face, like he was waiting for Julien to respond.  Julien nodded, and then when Alex raised his eyebrows, quickly said, "Um, yes, sir."

Julien finished eating and stood up.  He had to adjust himself as Alex's tone of voice and his overall manner had gone straight to his groin.  His "trouser pup" had decided to stand up and beg.  But Julien knew that there'd be more to the day before he found his release.

After rinsing out his bowl and putting it in the dishwasher, Julien went into the bedroom.  On the bed lay jeans, a t-shirt, and a sweatshirt.  Pretty much what Julien would have chosen for himself.

"If it gets too warm you can take the sweatshirt off," Alex said behind Julien.

Julien jumped a little, startled as he hadn't seen Alex. A little embarrassed at the evidence of his arousal, Julien quickly slid off his pajama pants.  He stopped when he realized Alex hadn't laid out underwear.

"Hurry it up," Alex said sternly.  "It's a popular fair and we're already running a bit late.  We'll have to park miles away and walk to it."

Julien hurriedly stepped into the jeans, then slowed down as he zipped them up.  Getting a hair caught in the fastening wouldn't just be painful, but cause more color to rise in his face.  After his pants were zipped, he pulled on the t-shirt and then the sweatshirt.

Turning, he saw Alex holding out socks and tennis shoes.  Julien sat on the bed and finished dressing for the day.

The drive to the small rural town was pleasant.  It was the middle of autumn and the leaves had all changed into a glorious riot of colors.  Julien and Alex chatted to each other over the sound of the radio, stopping to sing along to favorite songs.  When they finally reached the small town, Alex's prediction of having to walk a ways proved true.

Alex grabbed his hand and said, "Stay close, there's a lot of people. I don't want you to get lost."

Julien looked at him incredulously.  Get lost?  Was he serious?  He was a grown man, he hadn't been lost since he was 2 years old.

A snapping of fingers brought his attention back to Alex.  He was holding his hand out, expectantly waiting for Julien to take hold of it.  Julien felt a tumble of emotions.  He figured out that this was Alex's way of telling him he wanted to hold hands and that brought him a feeling of warmth inside.  But there was still a touch of anxiety about holding hands in public.  

"I'm waiting."  Alex's voice was a strange mixture of command and understanding.  Julien smiled to himself; was it any wonder he'd felt so confident in showing his wants and his desires to Alex?  The man knew him and once he knew what Julien craved had fallen easily into the role of top.

Alex's hand felt cold as Julien grabbed hold of it, yet it warmed his heart.  Alex gave his hand a comforting squeeze and they started walking to the street that had been closed off for the fair.

As they neared the entrance, Julien saw a large banner hung over the street proclaiming a welcome to "Ye Olde Thyme Crafts Faire".  He rolled his eyes at the poor attempt at Old English displayed in the small, midwestern town.

Alex must have noticed as he said, "It'll be fun."

Walking with the crowds, Julien saw some of the booths and, with his hand still firmly held in Alex's, side-stepped over to one.  On display were beautiful hand tooled wood-workings: small curio boxes, picture frames, bowls, and breadboards of various sizes.

Alex's hand came up and caressed one of the small breadboards, one with an oblong body and handle.  "Oh, feel how smooth this is."

Dutifully, Julien's hand reached out and stroked the wood.  It did feel smooth, almost a satiny smooth.  He turned to agree with Alex but stopped before he even opened his mouth.  There was a gleam in his partner's eyes that made his stomach flutter.   His butt tightened when Alex picked it up, swinging it a few times.

It dawned on Julien that this breadboard could double as a paddle!  He knew the look on his face must have been one of pure shock as Alex smirked at him knowingly.

"Let's walk around some more.   We might come back and get this.  We really could use a breadboard."

With those words, Julien's butt cheeks started clenching and unclenching.  The combined mix of command in Alex's voice and the feel of soft denim on his ass kept him in a state of semi-arousal.

They continued down the street looking at the artists and their wares.  Some of them were giving demonstrations on how they created their pieces.

A potter had his potter's wheel turning and was helping a young boy try to shape a bowl.  An elderly woman was coaxing a young mother to try her spinning wheel to make yarn.   There was a blast of heat as they walked near the blacksmith who had a fire burning brightly.

Alex and Julien continued to walk holding hands, occasionally letting go as they picked up crafts to inspect them.  But their hands seemed to come together on their own as they'd turn to go to the next stall.

The smell of smoked meats wafted over them causing Alex's stomach to growl.  "I didn't sleep in, and I ate hours ago.  I want to try one of those turkey legs."

The command in Alex's voice rang clear.  The play of dominance had been constant and consistent all day.  And when Alex had his turkey leg, he looked the part of a warrior from days past.  Not in dress, but in the commanding look in his eyes.

Julien's body was buzzing with excitement.  That buzz, that vibration, grew as Alex held out the smoked meat for Julien to take a bite from it.  Not an offer of sustenance but a demand that he should take food from his top's hands.

As Julien tore off a piece of meat with his teeth, he was sure grease from the meat was shining on his lips.  He knew because there was grease shining on Alex's lips, making it so hard for him to resist leaning over and kissing them.

Before he could follow that instinct, Alex bit off a piece of meat, winked at him, and started walking.  When there was nothing left but the bone, Alex threw it away and headed to another stall.  This one was selling Old English Meade.  Apparently the meade was made by Budweiser, but Julien didn't complain when Alex handed him a bottle.  It was cold and refreshing.

As soon as they were finished with their beer, Alex suggested walking back toward the entrance along the opposite side of the street to see the vendors that they hadn't stopped at.

They ambled their way, stopping less frequently to see the artists as they made their way back to their starting point.  The sun had started to move its way to the west.  Julien checked his phone to see what time it was.  He was shocked to see that it was well into the afternoon.  The time seemed to have flown by as they'd looked at all the crafts.

They came up to one of the last stalls, one with leather wares.  The stall had the standard belts, moccasins, and vests, but it also had one item that neither Alex or Julien could figure out.  A square piece of leather attached to a long wooden dowel.

"It's a fly swatter," a young woman said from behind the table.  She had long straight hair and a long flowing skirt.  She made Julien think of a hippy, full of peace and love.  But then he changed his mind about the peace when she winked at him and said, "It can swat a lot of things, though."

Julien knew his face was glowing red and he turned his body, tucking it alongside of Alex.  Alex had looked thoughtfully at the leather and wood implement and then glanced to Julien.  The look of pure dominance in Alex's eye and the thought of that square piece of leather falling on his bottom went straight to Julien's groin. As he started to grow, his penis rubbed against the denim, making him even harder. All the blood seemed to have left his brain and headed south at the thought of what "things" could be swatted.

"Here feel it.  I get my skins from a rancher and make my own leather.  It's the softest you'll find anywhere," she said, holding out the swatter.

Julien obeyed the soft female voice and reached out to stroke the square piece of leather.  The hide was stiff, yet had some flexibility to it.  The leather held its shape but was pliable too.  The swatting part was securely attached to the long slim wood pieces.

The young hippy handed it to Alex. "See how much control you have?  You'd be very sure of your aim."

Julien just knew his face was going to burst into flames as Alex took the fly swatter from her hands and practiced by hitting imaginary flies.  Alex's body language screamed control.  His shoulders seemed broader as he slightly widened his stance.  Julien didn't know where Alex had found the ease and confidence as he swung the fly swatter, but the dominance he was displaying in such a simple act had Julien's heart thumping.

"Yes, a lot of control," Alex agreed.  "How much you are you asking for it?"

"I've been getting $10 for them, but I'll give you a deal on it since I know it's going for a good cause.  How about $5?"

Julien hoped that the quivering inside his body wasn't visible to anyone.  The look Alex gave him as he thoughtfully decided whether to buy the item sent Julien's insides trembling.  Julien didn't know if he wanted Alex to buy it or not.  He was a mass of confusion.  And arousal.

When Julien couldn't stand the suspense any longer, he reached into his pocket and pulled out some money.  All he had was a ten dollar bill and some ones.  He handed the ten to the girl.  "We'll pay full price.  We wouldn't want to cheat you."

The woman gave a knowing laugh and tucked the money into her leather money bag.  "Well, thank you kindly, sir.  You all have a good day."

Julien grabbed Alex's hand and said, "Come on, let's get outta here."

As the men passed by the stall with the breadboards, Alex stopped walking.  Julien glanced up into his face unsure of what had made Alex stop.  He followed Alex's line of vision and saw the breadboard that had first captured his attention.  His insides quivered, he knew his ass was going to have a lot of "flies" on it that night, and that Alex was going to swat them.  He wasn't sure about the breadboard paddle.

Alex must have read his mind as he said, "We'll save that for another time. I've had fun today; we'll have to go to more craft shows to fill our toy box."

Julien blushed again when Alex let out a loud laugh.  The men walked back to their car without stopping at any more craft stalls.

As Alex backed the car out of the parking space, he gave Julien a quick, hard glance.  "You know, I think I'm going to need some practice with that fly swatter."

Julien grinned back at him, yes he knew.  And he knew that some days they played a game of dominance and submission; some days it was more than a game; but everyday was full of love.

End