by Sean Michael
They started moving, wandering down the road.
“I’ll still walk you home.” Walt put his arm around Reid’s waist.
He felt like he had when he was a kid—buzzed and nervous, horny and ready to kneel at booted feet. He wasn’t into that anymore. He wasn’t. At all.
Walt’s hand slipped down as they walked, cupping his ass.
“Walt, be good.”
“This isn’t being good?” Walt squeezed his ass cheek.
Only because Walt’s hand wasn’t on his cock. “There has never been anything involving your hand and my cock that involved being good, Walt.” Oh, had he said that out loud?
“Nonsense, I was very, very good to your cock.”
And his ass. His nips. His skin.
Work. Work in the morning. Work. Focus.
They got to Walt’s building. “You’ll have to lead the way from here.”
“I have a loft a couple blocks down. In the Westgate.”
“That’s a nice area and I’ve heard that the lofts have great views.”
“I like it quite a lot.” He’d been there almost a year and it was cozy, comfortable.
“I’d love to see it.”
“Come up, then. I’ll make coffee.” Reid glanced at Walt. “I’m not going to have sex with you, just to be clear.”
“I’m going to kiss you.”
“Are you?” He tried to hide his shiver.
“I am. Before you make me coffee.”
“If I say it’s okay,” Reid insisted.
“You’re going to turn me down?” One of Walt’s eyebrows went up and he looked skeptical.
“It’s possible.” Unlikely, given how he’d almost shot his load at the office when Walt had kissed him this morning.
They went into the elevator and Walt smiled at him, looking like he was just waiting to pounce, and Reid knew he’d like it. His entire body was betraying him. Walt was bad news, guaranteed to disturb his quiet, simple life. The elevator stopped, doors sliding open, thank God, because he almost embarrassed himself.
Reid hurried to his loft, unlocked the door. Bertie, his big tabby, did not show up to rescue him. Traitorous beast was probably out on the fire escape. Reid kept the window open just enough that Bertie could escape. “I need the restroom. Please, have a seat.” He needed to jack off, take the edge off.
“Hold on.” Walt grabbed his arm and tugged him up against the strong body, mouth dropping onto his.
No… He gasped, his mouth opening, hips rocking immediately. No fair. Walt cupped his ass and pulled him close, and answering hardness met his. His desperate cock battered against his zipper, desperate for the attention of a firm hand.
“Needy slut,” muttered Walt, hand shifting around to give him exactly what he wanted.
“Not.” Oh, he lied. The zing Walt’s words gave made him want to beg.
“Uh-huh.” Walt wasn’t buying it, he could tell, that big hand sliding up and down Reid’s length with nothing but his jeans in the way.
He widened his stance, rocking into the touch. The kisses got deeper, Walt’s hand fucking magic. His cock ached and his balls drew up tight.
Walt began undoing his jeans.
“I…” Reid tried to step back, but Walt’s fingers found his cock immediately found the clear retainer plug that kept his Prince Albert piercing open.
“Where’s my ring?” Walt demanded.
“In my jewelry box.”
“Why aren’t you wearing it?” Walt played with the head of his cock.
“My last guy thought it was tacky, slutty.” But he’d kept the retainer in. Always.
“We’ve already established that the last guy was an asshole.”
“Uptight too.”
Laughing, Walt stroked him, thumb flicking across his tip.
He could remember Walt plugging his cock and ass, trapping him in cages with metal sounds that pressed deep. Oh, God.
“I know what you’re thinking.”
“What? You don’t.”
“You’re thinking about the things I did to you. The things you let me do to you.” Walt’s lips dragged on his cheek toward his ear. “Do you remember kneeling at my feet? Holding your ass open and begging me to whip your hole?” Squeezing the tip of Reid’s cock between hard fingers, Walt went on. “I do.”
“I don’t. Not anymore. Ever.” God, he was such a liar. He lied to himself most of all, though, because he told himself all the time that he wasn’t like that anymore, that he didn’t need it.
“That is truly a shame.” Walt’s voice was like velvet. “Want to play a game, baby boy?”
“A game?”
“I tell you all the things I remember and if you come, I get you. All weekend long.” Those blue eyes challenged him.
“And…and when I win?”
“I’ll leave you alone. I won’t call, won’t bother you in any way, nothing.” Walt was that damn confident. The arrogant fuck.
“You asshole.” He could do this. “No touching, then.”
Walt flicked the plastic retainer at Reid’s tip, then let go of his cock. Walt didn’t back off, though, staying close instead and watching him with those eyes. “I remember the way you taste when you’ve sucked me.”
That wasn’t so special. “You mean just like everyone else who sucked you.”
Walt shook his head. “I didn’t kiss them like I kissed you. And you tasted different anyway. Because you tasted of you too.”
The words were exactly what Reid wanted to hear, to believe. Damn the man.
“I remember you on your knees, your cock bound and leaking, begging me to let you come.”
Reid sucked in a breath, his abs tightening as Walt continued.
“I remember one weekend you wore a hood, a plug in your ass, in your beautiful cock. You knelt at my knees and sucked me for hours, mouth gentle, hot.”
Reid shook his head, moaning. That had been the weekend after he’d been caught jacking off in the shower and Walt had made him come, over and over until he ached, then hired a twink to jack him for hours more, until he’d sobbed and begged for it to end.
Walt’s voice had gone thick and Reid swore he could smell the man, even through Walt’s slacks. Which had to be cheating, right? To make him smell Walt’s need?
“I remember the night you begged me to use my hand until it and your ass were on fucking fire, then you begged me to fuck you all night long.”
Walt’s hand had swelled up, the palm raw, tender the next day. Every time Walt had touched him, he’d felt that heat, was reminded how hot and burning his own ass was.
“I remember putting you on a stage and putting you through your paces. You shone and I was the envy of every other man in there.”
Reid shook his head. He wasn’t that person anymore. He didn’t crave that. Did he?
“I remember that weekend where I didn’t touch you at all. Two whole days where you didn’t get any stimulation to your cock.”
“You always were an asshole.” A beautiful, sexual, perfect asshole. Fuck, Reid had loved him. So fucking much.
“Call me as many names as you want, you know you’ve missed me. That no man has given you the things you need like I can.”
It was true. No one had ever turned him inside out like Walt had. He kept trying to convince himself that was just fine because he didn’t need anyone to.
“I remember the first time we kissed. And kissed and kissed and kissed, until you creamed your jeans.”
“I’d never met anyone like you.” And that was the truth.
“And you haven’t since.” The look in Walt’s eyes was enough to make his cock throb.
“No. I didn’t even look.” There hadn’t been any point in looking for what Walt had given him.
“No wonder your body is so desperate for it.”
“I’m not,” he lied.
Walt snorted, knowing his lie for what it was. “You’re hard. You’re leaking. You desperately want to beg me to touch you…” Walt’s lips
were at his ear, but not touching. “My sweet, needy slut, more than anything you want me to spank that needy cock with my hand as you twist, refusing to give in. You remember that stinging oil on your slit, coating the plug in your ass? I made you beg me to whip your cock so that the stinging would end?”
Reid shook his head, whimpering, hips jerking restlessly.
“I know you remember me fucking you with the sounds, each one bigger than the one before it. You begged me to use the biggest one, you screamed for me when I finally took it out and let you come.” Soft air blew in his ear, Walt’s husky voice undeniable. “I want to send you to work tomorrow, caged and plugged, bound to my will.”
Reid went up on tiptoe, stumbling forward. Walt caught him at his shoulders, steadying him, but not allowing a single touch to his needy prick.
“Walt. Walt, you have to…” Stop. Touch. Fuck. Something.
“Make you come with my words. How am I doing so far?”
He wanted Walt to quit playing and touch him. He grabbed his cock, tugged it.
The corner of Walt’s lips lifted. “I remember punishment after punishment for you touching yourself without permission, jacking off when you were told there would be consequences if you did.”
“Consequences.” Reid moaned the word, tugging away. He didn’t even care anymore that he was giving Walt the win. Or maybe he did, maybe it was what he needed, deep down inside.
“You remember some of those consequences, baby boy? I’ve already talked about the big weekend when enough was enough, I’m talking about all the little punishments that led to that one.”
The tiny flogger on his slit. The hot wax. Weights on his balls. Oh, God. He remembered every single fucking one.
“I can see it in your eyes. I can see you remembering the cage around your cock. I can see you remembering the sound attached to your Prince Albert and the baby flogger.”
Reid whimpered, hips rolling, balls so tight they ached.
“I know you still think of me when you jack off. Me and the things I did to you. The way I touched your nipples and your belly. Your cock and your balls.” Walt’s soft words continued. “I bet you fuck your cock with the sounds, calling my name because it’s not as good.”
Spurts of semen shot from Reid, hot and shameful.
“Fucking love that smell, baby boy. Fucking love it.”
Reid didn’t know whether to apologize or cry or rejoice.
“I guess you’re going to work plugged and caged tomorrow.” Walt finally touched him again, fingers rubbing the come into the skin of his cock.
“You can’t…”
“Oh, love, you’re my boy until Monday.” Walt looked so fucking pleased.
“I don’t have those things here. I gave it up.” He’d told himself he didn’t need it, and gotten rid of everything, even though he’d known, somewhere deep down it wasn’t true.
“Then grab whatever you’ll need until Monday in an overnight bag and we’ll go back to my place.”
His eyes went wide, but…it was a bet. A promise. He wasn’t a liar and he never welshed on a bet.
“What can I do to help?” Walt asked.
“I need my clothes for tomorrow. These are dirty.”
“And something for Monday morning. But you won’t need clothes over the weekend.”
“You have a washer?” It was an inane question, but his entire body heated and he had to say something to cover it.
“I do. All the amenities. But as I said, you won’t need clothing over the weekend.”
“I’ll grab my stuff.” Oh, God. God. What was he getting into? His achingly hard cock knew the answer to that question, one hundred percent.
Walt stayed right with him, there when he turned around, eyes on him, on his place, like Walt was trying to ferret out all his secrets.
“I’m not going to run away.” He wasn’t, even if he’d wanted to and he was pretty sure he didn’t want to.
Walt waved that off dismissively. “I’m not worried about that.”
The words helped, actually. Reid wanted Walt to believe in him, which was stupid.
Once he had his bag packed, complete with toothbrush, Walt grabbed it and tossed it over his shoulder. Such a show off.
Walt stopped and looked at him. “What?”
He shook his head. “Didn’t say anything.”
“Not with your mouth, no.” Chuckling, Walt headed for the door.
They were out the door by the time Reid realized he hadn’t even changed out of the pants he was wearing when he shot.
Chapter Four
Walt was fucking thrilled with the way the evening was turning out. He had three days to get Reid on side. He could do amazing things with three days, really remind Reid how good they were together.
They went up the elevator of his building, which opened up into his penthouse if you had the keycode. He liked being able to walk off the elevator and into his home, not have to worry about messing with physical keys. The room off the elevator was open, windows on two sides offering an amazing view of the city, like a grand hall or something. “Welcome.”
“Nice building.” Ooh. Sarcasm. Reid was off-center, big time.
“You chose it,” Walt countered. After all, he’d only bought the place because Reid’s coffee shop was already here.
“I did. I love it here.”
“Then you do like my building.” He gave Reid a wink.
“I love my coffee shop.”
“Which is in my building,” he insisted.
Reid rolled his eyes. “It was my coffee shop first.”
His baby was so stubborn. “Whatever.”
“Yeah. Whatever. I don’t know what to do next.”
“That’s okay, because I do. I show you my bedroom and we pick up where we left off at your place.” He set Reid’s bag aside—it wasn’t going to be needed until morning—then took Reid’s hand. No more worrying, no more thinking. It was time to just be what they were.
His bedroom was down the hall to the left and also filled with windows. The shades were currently open, the city lights twinkling like stars outside. The bed was in the middle of the room, big and round, inviting.
Walt drew Reid to it.
Now he had his lover back where he wanted. All he had to do was prove to Reid he was worth taking a chance on, that he could give Reid everything. That was all…like it was so easy. He was willing to work for it, though. More than.
Finding Reid’s mouth with his own again, Walt took a take-no-prisoners kiss, fucking Reid’s lips. Time to play. He didn’t waste any time, his hands moving to tug Reid’s shirt out of his hastily rebuttoned jeans.
“Don’t rip my shirt…”
One of his eyebrows went up, and he grabbed the collar of Reid’s shirt, tearing it off.
“God damn it!” Reid snapped, grabbing his wrist. Someone had forgotten all his manners.
“Someone is angling for a spanking,” Walt noted.
“Fuck you. Just fuck you!”
God, that was stunning. All that passion, still right there, barely hiding beneath the surface.
Walt pushed the tatters of Reid’s shirt off his shoulders and went for the man’s jeans.
Reid turned away, but he grabbed the man’s waistband, tugged them tightly together. “Safeword still sunflower?”
“Yeah.”
Now they both knew Reid had it and could use it any time he wanted to. It gave Walt the freedom he needed to just go for it.
He swatted Reid hard, making sure the blow could be felt through the denim. “Yeah, Sir,” he barked.
“Fuck you.”
He swatted Reid again, even harder this time. Groaning, Reid tried to pull away, but Walt wrapped himself around Reid. “You aren’t going anywhere.” He dropped his hand down, cupped Reid’s painfully hard cock where it pushed out of Reid’s jeans. “What’s more, you don’t really want to.”
“I hate you.” Reid’s hips rocked into his touch.
“I hate you too.”
He knew what their words really meant. So did Reid.
Tugging at Reid’s pants, Walt dragged them down over Reid’s hips so he could get to that fucking gorgeous cock. That tight ass. Those sensitive balls. Groaning, Walt dragged Reid’s jeans right to his knees. That assured his boy wasn’t going anywhere.
Standing, he dragged his nose along Reid’s thigh, his cheek rubbing Reid’s prick on the way up.
“Walt…” Reid’s eyes rolled back, the sweet cock so sensitive.
“Tell me you grabbed my ring.”
Reid’s cheeks went dark red. Bingo.
“In your pocket or in your bag?” Walt was putting it back in. Now.
“My pocket.”
He dug around in Reid’s jeans’ pockets, giving a shout of triumph as his fingers found the little metal ring. It was carefully wrapped and sealed in a tiny plastic bag. So careful, his boy.
“It went in here clean, yeah?” He could put it right in if that was the case.
“Of course it did!” Oh, someone was affronted.
Chuckling, he opened the little bag, digging for the ring. He wanted to leave his mark, over and over. On Reid’s cock, on his balls, on his back, on his ass, his nipples, everywhere. He wanted to leave his need on Reid’s skin. Starting with his ring back where it belonged.
He pulled the ring out of the bag. It was a pretty little gold piece, just simple gold, but it looked fantastic against Reid’s most sensitive skin. He eased the retainer out, loving that Reid had kept the piercing open.
The ring slipped right in and he closed it, locking it in place. Reid panted, shaking, the scent of desire everywhere.
Walt rubbed his cheek along Reid’s prick. “Sweet, needy pain slut.”
“Not…” Reid’s cock nodded, though.
Chuckling, he gave Reid’s cock a little slap. Hissing, Reid went up on tiptoe.
Standing slowly, he let their bodies rub all the way. His clothed, Reid’s bare. Reid moaned, shook his head.
Walt slapped Reid’s cock again. “Every time you deny yourself I’m doing that.”
“Bastard.” Someone was fucking turned on and not wanting to admit it.
Walt slapped Reid’s prick again. “Name calling also gets your cock slapped.”
He loved how Reid’s belly went rock hard, stiff, rippling from with every open-handed slap.
