Barry’s sleep was also disturbed. He heard the calling to pursue Carson, who left quite bothered with his partner not accepting his efforts to mend the strife between them.
Shit! I should have listened, when he reminded me of the night we met and first made love. I better go after Carson and make it fast.
Barry jumped off the sofa where he slept, during their love spat. Hurrying, he swung open the door without any clothes.
He must have gone to the pond. He always goes there. It reminds him of the spot we discovered, when we first moved into the house.
He protected the bandages on his shoulder and the brace on his wrist, careful not to let the thorny blackberry vines rip them off, as he ran. He entered the rocky shelf overlooking the pond. He scanned the area, hoping he would be there.
Damn! He’s not here. Where’d he go?
“Thou should have been here a minute earlier.” Puck teased. He sat on a branch of a large maple tree overlooking the boulder and pond, where Barry stood.
“And who are you?” Barry turned around to see the person speaking.
“Ah, I am but Puck. I’m here to advise thee of the way to reconcile your lover’s quarrel the one you pursue.”
“And how do you know about that? Have you been talking to Carson?”
“I have been keeping you both awake these last several Midsummers’ nights. And yes Carson has been here; all teary-eyed, weeping about the love you have lost.” Puck jumped down from the tree, landing next to Barry. His eyes perused Barry’s naked body, his stare stopping at Barry’s cock and balls. “Oh, you have a nice one. Do you still know how to use it?”
“Shit! You’re getting way too personal.” Barry shook his fist, denouncing Puck’s latest comment.
“Well do you? I suggest you try working it to get Carson back. He also has a nice one and is tempted by my very own.” Puck’s lover-sized penis swelled, taunting Barry a little more.
“I sincerely doubt he would stray, especially with the likes of you.”
“Don’t be so sure. You couldn’t find him and don’t know where he is. But I could help you, if you really want him back.”
“Of course I do.” Barry laughed. “And just where is he, if you really know?”
“Come a little closer, and I’ll whisper the secret where Carson is.”
“Damn this is ridiculous. But I’ll do that. I want to find him.” Barry slowly walked towards Puck.
“Lean your ear close to my lips and I will reveal.”
Barry leaned his ear against the man’s lips, but then Puck pressed his dick against Barry’s. “He went home to rediscover your romantic gifts.”
Barry pushed Puck away, feeling a blotch of sticky moisture on the base of his own penis, which grew hard and erect. “You dirty old man. You’ve made me horny.”
“Now hurry home and share those secrets I have endowed you to make you love again.” Puck turned away. Walking back past the maple tree, he disappeared into the shrubbery and trees and echoed his farewell. “Tis all a midsummer’s night’s dream's dawn.”