Night by Night

by Tymber Dalton

  Maddox nuzzled noses with him. “I can wait. I promised you at least two tonight.”

  Another long, comfortable silence settled around them as they stared into each other’s eyes. “Do you want to fuck me tonight?” Hank softly asked.

  Maddox smiled. “Another night. There are sooo many other things I want to introduce you to first.” But he sensed the relief in Hank over that. So he kissed him again, lightly nipping his lower lip, tugging on it, feeling more than a little triumphant when Hank’s cock twitched between them.

  “The first time I fuck you,” Maddox whispered, “I want it to be after you’ve begged me for it, because you’re so desperate to feel me there that it’s like an insatiable need.”

  Hank gasped, a sweet softness returning to his gaze that Maddox suspected might be more than a little bit of subspace.

  So he pressed a little further. “There are so many ways I can make you come, make you explode. And the first time I actually fuck you, I want to be able to do it raw. I want to fill you with me and look into your eyes and watch you while you feel me doing it.”

  Hank reached up and grabbed the back of Maddox’s head and pulled him in for a kiss, more than a little hunger in it. And, yes, Hank’s cock was definitely reviving. Already.

  Excellent sign.

  Maddox let Hank roll him onto his back, where he straddled Maddox on the bed. “I…I want to make you feel good,” Hank said. “That…that was…no shit, dude, that was the best blowjob I ever had!” And, yes, Hank’s cock was already chubbing again, Maddox was pleased to note.

  Maddox didn’t bother hiding his smile. “That? Oh, that was nothing.” His hands slid to Hank’s ass, where he squeezed and held him in place so he could grind up against him. “Wait until we have a night where I can tie you to the bed and edge you for an hour. By the time I finally let you come, you’ll be begging me for it, and it’ll make what you just experienced feel like a drunken fumble in comparison.”

  Hank’s mouth gaped. “Duuuude…”

  “I mean it, buddy.” Maddox knew this was a memory he’d take to his grave, this night, the look on Hank’s face—all of it. “I promise that in a couple of weeks you’re going to forget you ever slept with anyone besides me. I’m going to keep you so happy you’re going to think we’ve always been together, and that you’ll never want to be with anyone but me.”

  Hank’s gaze searched his face. “That sounds like a challenge-accepted kind of dare.” But the corner of his mouth curled up in a smirk.

  “It absolutely is.”

  “What about the kinky stuff?” Hank asked.

  “You simply follow those rules I gave you, and the rest will fall into place. I want control. Am I a sadist? Yes. But there are lots of ways for me to get my sadistic fix, including ways you might think are totally vanilla. A year from now, I promise, you’ll look back and not have any regrets about being with me.”

  Hank finally seemed to process he was fully naked but that Maddox still wore shorts. Hank reached down and fingered the button on them. “Thank you for being patient with me.” He took a deep breath. “I’m so…exhausted. I mean, emotionally. When the doctor told us, I thought a pit opened up to swallow me. I felt…helpless.”

  Maddox released Hank’s ass so he could stroke the tops of his thighs. “I know, buddy,” he gently said. “We all have a breaking point. You’ve been strong by yourself for so long, and you’ve been amazing. But I’m here now, and you’re going to hand all that over to me. Control. To me, that’s part of the ‘kinky stuff.’ Even when it comes to vanilla stuff like that.”

  Hank’s gaze met his again. “I feel like I should’ve been stronger.”

  Maddox shook his head. “Don’t do that. Don’t second-guess yourself, or put yourself down. Don’t compare yourself to others, or think about what you ‘should’ have done. You survived—that’s the important thing. You survived, and you kept JJ safe and happy. Now, it’s my turn to shoulder the burden for you, and it’s something I want to do. Your job is to obey me, go to work, and help take care of JJ. The hows I’ll take care of. Understand?”

  He took a deep breath and nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

  Maddox smiled. “See? That was easy, right? You got laid, you made me happy, and you can finally stop killing yourself with worry and stress. You’re not alone anymore.”

  “You haven’t got off yet.” Hank laced his fingers with Maddox’s again. “I want to get you off.” Hank’s gaze didn’t shift from Maddox’s. “I want to. Please?”

  Maddox already knew how he wanted to do it this first time, so that he could ease Hank into it, already eager or not. Incrementally. He wanted Hank to want to do more, to be hungry for it.

  To beg for more.

  He patted the mattress next to him. “Then lie down here, let me get my shorts off, and you can help me with that.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Hank rolled off Dox and lay next to him, on his left, where he’d indicated. He watched as Dox sat up and shucked his shorts and briefs and then grabbed something from the nightstand drawer before he stretched out next to Hank, his left arm extended toward him.

  It was obvious what he wanted, and Hank eagerly snuggled next to him again.

  He hadn’t realized how desperately freaking lonely he’d been. He’d known it, but in one of those you kind of ignore it or else you’ll cry sort of ways.

  He also hadn’t missed how Dox’s cock was erect.

  In his right hand, Dox held a bottle of lube, and he drizzled some over his cock and snapped the bottle closed. After dropping the bottle to the bed, he fisted his cock and turned his face toward Hank, where he kissed him again.

  Dox wasn’t a bad kisser, either, come to think of it.

  “Put your hand over mine,” Dox softly said.

  He did. As Dox slowly started stroking his cock, Hank realized what Dox was doing. Getting him used to it, easing him into things.

  Dammit, I love this guy. “You don’t have to make me start in the kiddie pool,” Hank said.

  Dox smiled. “My rules. I’m in control. This is how I want you to do it with me this time.”

  Hank returned his smile. “Yes, Sir.”

  Dox took slow strokes, squeezing the head as he tugged at the end, giving a little twist at the base. This was the first time Hank had ever touched another guy’s cock, but he was too busy enjoying the next kiss Dox laid on him to ponder that for long.

  A few minutes later, Dox was watching his face as he slid his hand out of the way and had Hank take over, covering Hank’s hand with his own so he could still guide him.

  Hank stared into Dox’s eyes before he leaned in and kissed him once more. Dox curled his left arm, where Hank was tucked against him, and buried his fingers in Hank’s hair to hold him in place, taking over the kiss. As Hank grew more sure of himself and how he was stroking Dox, Dox eased his hold around Hank’s hand.

  Dox’s gaze grew soft even as his breathing turned ragged, catching, his hips starting to work in time with Hank’s strokes.

  “Just like that,” Dox whispered. “Fuck, yeah, baby. Just like that.”

  Hank felt desperate to make him come, to give him a fraction of the pleasure Dox had just given him. “This what you used to fantasize about, Sir?”

  Dox smiled, his gaze now heavy and hooded. “Ooooh, yeah. Part of me always hoped you’d joke around, wondering what it felt like jerking another guy off. I would’ve volunteered to go first and jerk you off. In a heartbeat. Mmm.”

  Fuuuck.

  He’d been clueless. Totally clueless.

  It wasn’t like he would have randomly hooked up with any dude, but the more he thought about it…

  Yeah. If he was ever going to experiment like that back then, Dox would’ve been the only guy he would’ve done it with.

  Hank watched Dox’s face as he stroked his cock for him. His own cock was definitely starting to recover and show renewed interest.

  Live the rest of his life with this man?

  No
t only was it looking like the practical option, but the more they did together, the more it was looking like a damned spiffy option, in Hank’s opinion.

  Dox’s lips parted as his cock filled with heat, turned even hotter inside Hank’s fist. “Please don’t stop,” Dox gasped.

  Hank’s confidence soared, prompting his cock to fully inflate. There was a dramatic difference between the theoretical part of being with another guy, and the fact that this man, who’d just professed his deep and decades-long love for him, lay vulnerable before him, literally begging him for relief.

  Sure, he appreciated the irony in that he’d agreed to let Dox be in control. Except in this exact moment, he currently felt more powerful and in charge than he’d felt in years.

  Hank pressed his forehead to Dox’s again. “I won’t stop, Sir. I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel. I want to learn how to roll your eyes back in your head.” Dox’s gaze softened even more, helpless and pleading.

  Making Hank feel even stronger, more desperate to cross this line with him and not look back. This was something within his power to do, and he felt desperate to do it.

  To chalk up one fucking item in the Win column.

  He nuzzled noses with Dox, his lips a breath above Dox’s. “Please come for me, Sir.”

  Dox’s eyes went wide for a split-second before they squeezed closed and a low, guttural moan escaped him. Hank sped up his strokes and Dox’s cock twitched in his hand, pulsing as he exploded. Dox grabbed Hank’s hand and used him to finish, hot cum filling Hank’s hand and making Dox’s cock feel even more slick.

  His whole body went rigid against Hank’s before he went limp and his hand fell still as he gasped for breath.

  Hank kissed him, so many confused emotions rolling through him as he stared into Dox’s face.

  Except for one emotion, which floated to the top and settled there, gentling his emotional waves—love.

  He definitely loved this man, and not just as a friend. When he looked back on their relationship…he’d always loved him.

  Would what they have be perfect?

  No, but neither was life.

  Like hell would he walk away from him. Like he’d said, they’d take things night by night.

  Ignoring the mess, Hank pulled Dox into his arms, holding him the way he’d held Hank earlier. He nuzzled Dox’s forehead and inhaled.

  Sweat, cum, lube—them. He absorbed the way Dox felt in his arms, his breath brushing over Hank’s chest.

  The way his own cock throbbed now, fully engorged and erect as it rubbed against Dox’s hip.

  “Let’s go clean up in the shower,” Dox mumbled. “Then I’ll get you off again.”

  “You want a nap first, Sir?”

  “No, because if I go to sleep, I can’t keep my promise to you to make you come again.” He finally opened his eyes and met Hank’s gaze.

  The movies were right—there was a distinct zing he felt shoot through his heart, deep into his soul.

  With peace settling over them, Hank stared into his eyes. “I love you, Sir,” he said, confidence filling him as the words gently parted the silence.

  Dox cupped his cheek and brushed another kiss across his lips. “I love you, too, boy,” he whispered. “I’ve loved you forever, and I never thought I’d ever have anything like this with you. You’ve just made my biggest dream come true.”

  * * * *

  Maddox climbed out of bed and took Hank by the hand to lead him to the bathroom. There, in the shower, he pressed him against the wall as the steam built around them and Maddox kissed him once more.

  A lifetime of fantasies swirled within him, scenarios he’d never dreamed possible. With this step taken, he wanted to make them all come true now.

  Above all, he wanted Hank to know how much he loved him, and JJ.

  How much he wanted them to be a family.

  This wasn’t a Dom/sub thing, this was a man-in-love thing.

  This was him feeling more vulnerable than he ever had in his life and desperate not to fuck this up.

  His own cock twitched and jerked in interest as he worked his way down Hank’s body, taking time to graze his teeth along the man’s nipples, which elicited needy moans from him. By the time he was on his knees in front of Hank, with the man’s hard cock right there, his own cock once again throbbed, hard and wanting relief.

  He could wait, though. This was about keeping a promise to his boy, the first of countless promises.

  Slowly, he engulfed Hank’s cock in his mouth and took his time making love to it. He wanted this night to last in Hank’s memory the way he knew it’d last in his.

  Once Hank was rocking his hips in time with Maddox’s movements and softly begging him for release, he stood and reached for the bottle of lube he kept in there. He drizzled a generous amount into his right hand, then pressed his body against Hank’s for another kiss. He leaned back enough he could wrap his fist around both their cocks, drizzled more lube over them, and then slowly started stroking.

  “Kiss me, baby,” he hoarsely said to Hank.

  Hank draped his arms around Maddox’s neck and kissed him deeply, burying his hands in his hair and softly moaning into his mouth.

  This…

  Holy crap, this was perfection. Even if they never progressed past this point, never fucked each other, only did this with each other, it was still a lifetime’s more perfection than he ever dreamed possible.

  Hank broke their kiss to press his forehead against Maddox’s. “I’m close, Sir,” he gasped.

  Maddox slowed his strokes. He was close, too, but he wanted this to last.

  Needed it to last.

  He stared into Hank’s eyes, memorizing every sweet noise he made, the way he looked at him, his blue eyes heavy hooded and dark, like midnight now.

  He slowly twisted his hand at the top of every stroke, gliding around the heads of their cocks and Hank trying to fuck himself into Maddox’s fist with every downstroke. “Right hand,” Maddox said, holding up the lube.

  Hank held out his palm and Maddox squirted some into it, more onto their cocks, then dropped the bottle. “Put your hand under mine.”

  Hank wrapped his fist around their shafts under where Maddox gripped them. Then Maddox grabbed Hank’s head with his left hand and kissed him again as, together, their hands started moving.

  Hunger built between them, feeding off each other and growing in intensity with every stroke. “Almost,” Maddox mumbled against his lips.

  Hank nipped Maddox’s lower lip, sucking as he pulled back. “Come for me, Sir. I want to feel it.”

  * * * *

  And Hank did want to feel it. He’d gone from feeling like his world was shattering out of control to being rotated just a quarter of a turn or so, until he snapped perfectly into the place he was always meant to be and never knew awaited him.

  There was something so vulnerably erotic about all of this, about Maddox not simply tossing him onto the bed and fucking his ass. Although, as hard as he’d come the last time, and to have a second one this quickly—under someone else’s control—was absolutely fucking amazing.

  “I want to add a new rule,” Maddox hoarsely said.

  “Anything.” And Hank meant it.

  Maddox fisted Hank’s hair and stared into his eyes. “I want control of this. Of when you come. You give that over to me, too. You belong to me. I promise I’ll keep you happy and well-fucked, but if you feel horny? You come to me and ask for it.”

  A few months ago, if someone had asked that of him he’d have told them to go fuck themselves.

  Now?

  He felt like he was already headfirst down the rabbit hole.

  He was about to commit to this man for life, a man who’d proven his love already.

  “Yes, Sir,” he said.

  Fierce victory flared in Maddox’s eyes. He sped up his strokes and pulled Hank in for another kiss. They came almost simultaneously, their cocks pulsing against each other and inside their hands, and Maddox h
ad to brace himself against the shower wall with his left hand to remain upright. Still, they kissed, gentling to tender nuzzles as their hands slowed and stopped, remaining wrapped around their softening cocks.

  Hank felt it when, with his right hand still in place, Maddox’s pinky started stroking Hank’s fingers. Hank slid his hand up just a hair, so he could lace his index and middle fingers with Maddox’s.

  For a long time, neither of them spoke, just staring into each other’s eyes.

  “I swear,” Maddox finally said, his voice thick and hoarse. “I’ll take care of both of you.”

  Hank closed his eyes and tipped his head forward, against Maddox’s shoulder. “I know, Sir. You already do.”

  When they finally climbed out of the shower after the water went cold, they dried off, pulled on sleep shorts, and unlocked their door to check on JJ.

  Still asleep.

  After setting an alarm on his phone, Hank curled up in bed with Maddox, enjoyed feeling the way Maddox spooned against his back and the other man’s arms wrapped around him.

  And despite his terror over what might go wrong with JJ’s medical treatment, at least now he knew he could go to sleep and not stress over finances or how to pay for anything.

  He’d only stress over what Dox told him he could.

  That was peace of mind no amount of money could buy.

  Chapter Eighteen

  The next morning, Maddox and Hank decided they would break the news to JJ over breakfast. Maddox had asked Hank to let him take charge of it, and his boy had agreed.

  Once she was seated at the table and eating, Maddox took a deep breath. “We need to talk to you about something, honey,” he said. “You know how when I met your teacher that day, you told her I was your step-dad?”

  She nodded.

  “How would you feel if I was really your step-dad?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean, what if I marry Daddy for real?”

  She tipped her head as she stared at him. “Marry?”

  “Yeah.”

  She studied both of them for a moment. “But then I couldn’t call you ‘Uncle Dox’ because you wouldn’t be my uncle, you’d be my dad.”