by Sean Michael
Neal moaned and Way found himself echoing the sound without even meaning to. “Would you like that, boy?” Neal asked against his ear. “Would you like me to wax you all over, make you smooth?”
“Shh….”
“Oh, look how pretty….” Lance moved and Way peeked, unable to help himself.
Robin had a ring around the tip of his cock with a silver something pushed inside his slit. That was attached by fine chains to the ring around Robin’s bare ball sac, and then they traveled behind.
Stack got Robin turned, upended over his lap, and Way could see the chains attached to the plug end that stuck out of Robin’s ass. It was intricate and beautiful.
“I’m going to make some for you, some amazing plugs to fill your slit, boy, stretch you.” Neal’s cock was hard and hot against his ass, even through Neal’s jeans. “And the ones I ordered online will be here soon. We’ll be able to play for ages.”
“Please. Please, don’t say things.”
“You love it when I say things.”
Stack began to spank Robin, the big hand coming down hard, if the noise was anything to go by.
“God, that’s a great visual,” Lance whispered.
Way had to agree. It was sexual and sensual and really hot. Not that he was going to say any of that out loud.
“Push your ass out, boy, wag it. Make me look.”
Way moaned again as Robin did as he was told, ass rising up to meet Stack’s hand.
He’d never, ever met someone so perverse. He’d never known perversity could be so sexy either. So… appealing.
Neal’s hand slipped into his underwear, fingers finding the ring and moving it through his flesh.
The touch was enough to make him shiver, gasp. No fair. No fair, totally cheating.
“I’m working with the arousal that was already here,” murmured Neal. “From watching Stack and Robin do their thing.”
Robin was moaning continuously now, hips working hard to push his ass into every hard blow that came down on him.
The bare skin was dark and red, nearing purple.
Neal ran his hand along Way’s cock, sliding on his skin and sending shivers through him as he watched, as he listened to Robin’s cries get louder.
Way bit his bottom lip, teeth sinking in deep. Neal licked at his teeth, at his lips, humming softly. Neal never stopped moving his hand, stroking him, and he began to shift, to slide on Neal’s thighs.
“My beautiful, wanton boy.” Neal whispered the words against his lips.
“I want…. I’m aching.”
“You’re allowed to come. And when they go I’m going to fuck you through the mattress.”
“Please.” He wanted that. He wanted to touch and feel.
Neal’s hand tightened on him and moved faster, jacking him firmly.
Oh please. He was doing this. Here. In front of everyone. Of course, he wasn’t the only one—Lance, Bran, and Robin were moaning and writhing too, their home filled with the scent of sex.
Way swallowed, turned on by that, by everything going on in his den.
How could this—he slammed his head back, his throat working as Neal squeezed him. None of it mattered suddenly, only the sensations that Neal moved through him.
“Good boy. Such a good boy.” Neal’s words poured down upon him, over him. “You’re allowed to come, boy.”
“M-master.” His thighs went tight, his knees drew up.
Neal slid his other hand between Way’s legs, nudging his balls. “Give it to me, boy. Prove how much you want it.”
Neal jacked him harder, pulling closer and closer to orgasm, and he was spread out here, with his friends, his cock leaking, his balls full.
Neal nipped at his earlobe, then bit it, and he came, shooting hard, spraying into Neal’s hand.
Groaning, Neal nuzzled their cheeks together. “Such a sweet boy.”
“Master. Love.” Oh dear God.
“I’ve got you, boy. You don’t have to worry about anything.” Neal held him, rocked him, and kept him close.
Tyrone started the exodus, making Bran get dressed and blowing them kisses as they headed out.
Neal kept him close and let people file out as they would.
When they were alone, Neal stretched, then curled back up around him. “Well? What did you think of your first party?”
“It was… different than I expected, but fun. I would do it again, I think.”
“How about the idea of spending the whole weekend at Stack and Robin’s with everyone?”
“Maybe, yeah. I mean, it’s us together with them. You’ll make sure I don’t mess up.” There were still rules he didn’t understand.
“More than that—I’ll make sure you have an amazing time. And I keep telling you that you can’t do it wrong, as long as you’re honest.”
Way nodded, but he wasn’t sure of that. There were so many rules, so many possible missteps.
“What’s the doubt in your eyes about, love?”
“I want to know everything right now. Kind of.”
“But at the same time, you want it to spread out so that you never have to stop learning,” Neal suggested.
“Yes.” It was one of his favorite things, ever, the way Neal heard him.
“You’ll be fine. And I know the other masters intimidate you, but they’re good men and they know I’m your master.”
“They do. They’re so fierce, and you aren’t. You’re my hero.”
“Thank you, love. That’s who I want to be. The man you love. The man who helps make your life better.”
“The man who’s my master.”
Neal kissed him, soft and easy. “Love you, Way.”
“I love you, Master. We should clean up.”
“I think it can wait until morning.” Neal stood, bringing him along, and headed for the stairs. “Right now I have plans for your ass. I think we might have to call you in sick to work, even.”
“Master!” Silly, wonderful man. Way adored him.
Chapter Twelve
NEAL MADE his way toward the gym, whistling happily. It was Friday evening and he was on the way to pick up his boy. It had been a week since they’d had their game night and Way’d called in unable to go to work Thursday and Friday. The entire weekend had been spent making love and driving his boy out of his mind. Which had been a good thing, because one of the other cleaners was sick this week and Way’d been working overtime. A lot. He’d barely seen his boy all week.
He glanced at his watch. Nearly eight o’clock. Way should be done for the weekend about now. Neal didn’t have any specific plans for his boy yet, but he knew there would be loving, and lots of it. And probably supper out somewhere, because he hadn’t eaten since breakfast—he’d been wrapped up in his work—and now he was starving.
Going in, he waved at the new boy behind the desk. The newbies always got Friday nights, as nobody wanted to work during prime date hours. He checked his watch. Two minutes until eight, and no message from Way, so he assumed his boy would be down any minute now.
“Are you enjoying your new job?”
“Very much, Sir. It’s interesting and I’m meeting so many new people.”
“Even if you do get the shifts no one else wants, eh?” He didn’t look at his watch again. Way would come down when he was ready.
“That’s what being the newb is, right?”
“Yep. Gotta put in your dues.” He gave the kid a grin, liking the attitude.
“Besides, I don’t have a date to miss. I just did the breakup thing, and I’m taking a little break from relationshippy things.”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” Breakups sucked. Of course, Neal wasn’t planning on having to ever go through that again.
If he and Way had issues, they’d deal with them.
Speaking of Way, he wondered what was keeping his boy. Hopefully not another exploding toilets issue….
“Hey, Neal. Sorry. I was making sure things were ready for some weightlifting competition th
ing here tomorrow. There was a list, and I have trouble moving some of the weights.”
“You should have asked one of the musclemen to help you out. I’m sure they didn’t mean for you to move them all on your own.” He opened his arms for his boy.
“Yeah, I’m going to be sore in the morning.”
“Then a night of pampering is in order.” He placed a soft kiss on Way’s lips. “Starting now.”
“I was hoping for pizza.” Way waved to the guy at the front. “Have a great weekend. I’m off.”
“Bye. Have a good weekend, guys.”
“You don’t want supper out?” Neal asked, his arm sliding around Way’s shoulders.
“Sure. Sure, did you? I mean, I’m… I’m tired, Neal, so you make the decisions and I’ll go along and be happy.”
He shook his head. “If you’re tired and you’d rather have pizza at home, that’s cool. It’s our weekend. As long as we spend the time together, the rest is details.”
“I want you to lead, okay? Robin told me I could ask for that.”
“Absolutely, love.” He kissed the top of Way’s head, leading them to their midnight diner. He didn’t want Way to have to wait until a pizza showed up.
“Thank you. Thank you a lot. It wasn’t a bad day, just long, you know?”
“It’s been a very long week too.” He could totally do in charge of everything. He’d take care of his boy.
“Yeah, but I’m done now.”
“And all mine.” They got to the diner and he hustled Way in, going to the booth at the back, which had become theirs. “And I know exactly what you need.”
“Do you? That’s good to know. Like really.”
Their usual waiter arrived at their table, eyes going wide. “Oh hey. You guys are early today.”
Neal chuckled and nodded. “We decided to come in for supper. We’ll both have beers, please, and two blue plate meatloaf specials.”
“Waters?”
“Yeah, sure, please. Do you do dinner rolls with supper?”
“We do. I’ll get you a basket when I bring your drinks. Any appetizers?”
Neal shook his head. “We’ll wait for dessert.”
“Excellent. Be right back with your drinks.”
“Thanks.” Neal tugged Way against his side. “We got an invite from Stack and Robin for next Friday night. Game night sleepover at their place.”
“Hopefully work will be better next week, huh?”
“Yes. It’s not fair to make you work so much. I mean, I get needing to fill in a day or two, but if Randy’s out sick for any longer, I hope they get more help.”
“Me too. I have that photo shoot this week too.”
“You already had the time off approved, yeah?” He smiled at the waiter as their drinks were delivered, along with a basket of warm rolls and butter. “Oh, thank you.”
He grabbed a roll for Way and began buttering it.
“That smells good, doesn’t it? Yeasty and yumminess.”
“Yeah.” He offered the roll to his boy. “Enjoy.”
“Thank you.” Way snarfed it up like it was nothing. “I skipped lunch today.”
“Way!” He shook his head. “On top of all the extra work. No wonder you’re tired.” He was going to make sure his boy ate every crumb on his plate. In the meantime, he buttered and offered another roll before finally taking one for himself.
“Well, there was a guy who was homeless, and I can skip a meal.”
“Oh, love.” He hugged Way tight. “You are such a good man.” Maybe he’d make sure Way had a five in his jacket pocket, so if he gave away his lunch in the future, he could buy himself something.
“I just know, huh? How scary it is to be hungry.”
“Yeah.” Neal couldn’t help wondering if Way was getting enough, though. It was his job. He added a kiss to the hug. “Maybe you should start making a little extra with your lunches. That way you’d always have enough to share.”
“Maybe, but I’d hate to waste the food too, you know?”
“I get that. You could bring something extra that would keep. Or you could eat a little more yourself on days you don’t give anything away.” Way wasn’t too skinny, but a little more flesh on his bones wouldn’t hurt either.
“We’ll see. You want to share the extra roll?”
“No, you can have it.” He buttered it and handed it over. Man, he’d buttered his butt off this evening.
“Are you sure? I’ll share….”
“I’m the master and I said you could have it, so you have it.” He grinned, and rubbed their shoulders together.
“Yes. Yes, Master.” Way murmured the word so softly.
He stroked Way’s cheek. “When we get home, I’m going to draw you a bath with scented oil and watch you float, make you feel amazing.”
“You spoil me.” Way kissed the center of his palm.
“That’s my privilege.” It felt like it was what he was made to do, to spoil Way, to love him, to make him happy and content. To make Way feel like the center of the universe.
Way leaned against him, warm and close, trusting that no one here would fuss at them. He loved that his boy was relaxing, was happy.
Their waiter brought their dinner, the big blue plates full of food. There was mashed potatoes and gravy next to the meatloaf, and green and yellow wax beans next to them, and a slice of homemade bread, buttered lavishly, filling the last of the plate. It looked good, and it smelled even better.
“Oh, man. This is stunning. I could kiss the cook.” Oh, Way was in a good mood.
“No kissing anyone but me,” Neal teased softly, keeping it light. He didn’t want to make a big deal of it, ruin the mood, but it needed to be said. Way was his.
“I’ll have to send my compliments, then, because it looks great.”
“That works. I bet it tastes even better too.” He pushed his fork through Way’s meatloaf and dipped it into the mashed potatoes. From there, he offered it to his boy.
“Uhn.” Way reached for the fork, mouth already open.
Neal didn’t let Way take the fork, instead feeding the bite directly himself. Way’s lips closed over the tines of the fork and Neal found himself groaning as he pulled it out from between them.
His cock thought this was a fabulous temptation, a promise of more, soon.
He gathered more food, once again feeding his boy. God, Way was sexy. Made him want and need.
“Is this okay? I don’t want to get us beat up.”
“We’re in the back, and it’s not like we’re making out—we’re feeding each other. It’ll be fine, love.” He would stomp anyone who made Way feel in any way bad about this.
“Okay. I worry. I’d hate to be the reason you were hurt.”
“Nobody’s going to get hurt.” He kissed the top of Way’s head and grabbed a forkful for himself. God, it was good food. Simple, but delicious and filling.
“Excellent. It’s like the best food. I think it’s going to get cold soon, huh?”
He chuckled. “I’ll let you feed yourself for a while, then.” He took a bite from his own plate.
“I mean the weather, Neal. Autumn is coming.”
He blinked and started to laugh. “I totally didn’t get you.”
“You’re forgiven. Maybe.”
“Maybe? Oh, you’re a hardass today.”
Way hooted, drawing attention from some of the other tables. “That’s me, a hardass.”
“Well, you have been working out.” He waggled his eyebrows.
“I have! I almost did the doorknob grips on the gladiator course. Almost.”
“Seriously? That’s pretty cool. Oh, I think we have one of those on the DVR that we haven’t seen yet. It would be pretty cool if you and Lance get to compete.”
“Oh, I can’t. I’m just being a friend.”
“Of course you can! You just said you almost had the doorknob grips. You’re good at this.”
“Yeah, but you have to sign up, you have to do stuff, you
have to be better than me.”
“Hush. I don’t want to hear you talking down about yourself. You’re great, Way. And you can totally do this. If you want to—I’m not trying to force you or anything.”
“Maybe. I mean, you have to do all this stuff. Trials.”
“Well, when you decide, if you want to do it, I will be in your corner, big-time.” Neal snagged a green bean.
“Thanks. You have been working so hard that you haven’t been able to come in and work out.”
“I had a couple big orders I needed to fill. And then you’ve been so busy too. It’s been a lonely week, huh?”
“It has been. It’s hard to be grown-ups.”
He chuckled. “Sometimes it’s good being a grown-up, though.” He kissed the top of his boy’s head again and then fed his boy a bean.
“Sometimes it’s sort of important.” Way snorted and fed him a bite of meatloaf.
Neal managed not to choke as he laughed. “God, I love you.”
“Good. I love you too. Lots. Which you sort of know.”
“I do. But sometimes, the feeling gets so big that I have to say it. And I have to sit back and look at you and feel it. Because it’s… it’s overwhelming.”
“Yeah, weird.” Way waggled his eyebrows and then ate another bite.
“Brat!” He poked Way in the ribs, but he was grinning too. It was nice to be with Way, to let the evening wash over them after such a busy week. He was glad his boy was relaxing too.
“Me? Me? I’m an angel! Pure as new snow!”
Neal nearly choked on his food again as he laughed at Way’s words. “Nutburger.”
“Have you ever had one of those?”
“What? An actual nutburger? Is that even a thing?”
“It totally is. So is Tofurky.”
“Did you used to be a vegetarian?”
“Nope. My best friend in high school was, though.”
“Ah. Gotta admit, I’ve never been into a meatless diet.” He liked having real food to eat.
“I like my sausage too.” Butter wouldn’t melt in Way’s mouth.
Neal laughed, totally enchanted. “I know how much you like your sausage.”
“I like your sausage.”
