by Sean Michael
“Way!” He was pleasantly shocked. It would have been brave enough for Way at home, but here at the diner, in public, it was extremely brave. “Thank God you do.”
Way giggled softly, the sound warm, tickled.
Chuckling, he rubbed their noses together.
“So glad we stopped for supper.”
Neal beamed. “I knew what you needed.”
Way nodded. “Robin said to ask.”
“Yes. I’ll always be here for you, and if what you need is for me to totally be in charge, I absolutely will.”
Way squeezed his fingers and offered him a sweet little grin.
“We’re going to have some dessert. I think two different ones so we can share and each get to taste both.”
“Sounds good to me.”
“I thought it might.” He waved to their waiter, and when the guy came to clear their plates he asked for the white chocolate brownie with ice cream and a slice of bumbleberry pie. Also with a scoop of ice cream.
His boy loved ice cream. And tonight was all about things Way loved. Oh, sure, every day was about his boy, but tonight especially so. God, he loved Way more than he could say.
Chapter Thirteen
WAY SLEPT hard, dreamless and exhausted, his body submitting to his long week, and when he woke up, he felt sweaty and gross, desperately in need of a shower, a big drink of something cold, and possibly a snack.
Neal wasn’t in bed next to him, but he could smell something cooking. Not bacon, but it did smell porky. And there was whistling, Neal clearly in a good mood.
“Morning, love!” he called down. “I’m going to jump in the shower.”
Neal’s voice floated back up to him. “Want some company, love?”
“Sure, if you can. Or I could wait, if you want.”
“I’m coming up.” A moment later he heard Neal’s footsteps on the floor. “Hey, love.” Neal’s smile warmed him all the way to his toes.
“Hey. Something smells good.” He took a chaste kiss, then headed to the en suite to brush his teeth, because damn.
“Sausage and biscuits. I even made gravy. I found a site with some great tips and felt brave enough to attempt it.” Neal pulled off his clothing, leaving it in the hamper in the corner before starting the shower.
“Oh, wow. Really? Neat! I’ll make it a quick wash. I slept so hard I’m gross.”
“I’ll come in with you, love. But yeah, the biscuits will be nicer if we eat them while they’re still warm.”
“Cool. Encouragement not to lose track of time.” Way winked and stepped into the spray, grabbing the bodywash. He immediately felt better, more awake.
Neal’s laughter followed him, and a moment later Neal’s fingers followed his, leaving warm tingles behind them.
“Be nice!” He had to laugh along, though, because it was good, having a morning with his lover.
“This isn’t nice?” Neal asked, fingers dragging over him again.
“You know it’s nice. Better than. It’s the best.”
“You’re the best.” Neal nuzzled against his back, mouth sliding over his shoulder.
He chuckled softly and rubbed his ass against Neal’s thighs.
“Maybe a quickie—what do you say?” Neal rubbed his thumbs along Way’s crack, one pushing against his hole.
“You know your biscuits, love.”
“They’ll rewarm if they get too cold.” Neal pushed a finger into him, slick and warm.
“Will they?” He braced himself, leaned over to spread himself, expose his hole.
“Who the fuck cares?” Neal pushed another finger in, opening him quickly.
“Uh….” He had no idea. None.
Another finger joined the first two, Neal spreading them, opening them up inside him, making it burn a little bit, then a little bit more.
Then Neal pulled his fingers out and drove his thick, hot cock into Way, spreading him so wide, so perfect. He bore back, riding easily, driving himself on Neal’s prick.
Moaning for him, Neal grabbed hold of his hips and pushed in, Neal slamming his thick cock deep. Way took every inch, his eyes rolling up in his head.
Neal set a quick pace, pushing into him over and over, snaking one hand around to hold on to his cock.
“Harder. Harder, please.”
“Anything you need, love. I’ve got it right here for you.” Neal thrust harder, slamming up against his gland as Neal squeezed his cockhead tight.
Way bit out a curse and shot like he was the world’s biggest wanton. Moaning, Neal slammed in one more time, filling him with heat.
Way hung there, panting, the water pouring over him. Neal placed soft kisses across his back and shoulders, making him shiver.
“We should go eat.” He squeezed Neal’s cock.
Neal groaned and came slowly out. “Uh-huh. We should.”
“Love.” His eyes rolled a little as the tip popped out of him.
“I love you, Way. So very much.” Neal dropped another kiss on the back of his neck. “Now let’s go eat biscuits.”
“Right. Biscuits. Gravy. Coffee.”
“Yep. Then we can have a sexy, lazy weekend together.” Neal turned off the water and tugged him out of the shower.
“That sounds amazing, Neal. For reals.”
“I know, doesn’t it?” Neal hugged him and tugged on his hand, grabbing his robe as they made their way down to the kitchen.
“Is there anything I need to do to help?”
“Sit at the island and enjoy, love. I made this for you. We’ll let the pampering continue.”
“Should I pour some juice?” He had to do something.
“Nope. You should sit already.” Neal filled two plates up with food, and put a plate in front of him. “And eat.”
“It looks amazing.” He dug in, the gravy creamy and spicy all at once.
“How’s it taste?” Neal asked, sitting next to him and grabbing his fork.
“I like it! I like the sausage chunks.” The biscuits were a little hard, but that was okay.
Neal dug in, running every spoonful through the gravy before eating it. “The biscuits taste better with lots of gravy. I guess it made a difference how long they sat after all. Either that or I suck at making them.”
“They’re fine. I like them.” He would eat all of them, to make Neal smile.
“You don’t have to eat them just to make me happy, love.” Neal kissed his nose. “But I appreciate it that you’re willing to.”
“I am. I think they’d be good with cinnamon-and-sugar butter too.”
“Maybe put them in the microwave so they’re back to warm again too?” Neal suggested.
“Or we could toast them? Yum.”
“Sure thing. There’s like twenty-four. We can experiment.”
Way loved how that was always Neal’s first idea. Let’s experiment. Let’s look and see. Let’s play. Let’s try it.
“Sounds like tasty fun.”
“It does. Of course, everything with you is tasty fun.”
“Dork master. I’ll do the dishes, since you cooked.”
“Oh, no. Didn’t you hear? It’s Way pampering weekend. There is no work for you.”
“Nonsense. That’s not nice.”
“Nice has nothing to do with it. I’m pampering you and that’s that.”
Way shook his head, torn between agreeing and cleaning the kitchen.
“Love. This is your master talking. You’re being pampered and that means no dishes. And you have to obey me, or I’ll have to punish you.”
“Okay….” Well, that was weird. A little intense.
“Good boy.” Neal kissed him lightly, then cleared up, putting everything in the sink and beginning to wash the dishes. “Do you want some juice or something?”
“I think I’d like a cup of tea. Would you like one?”
“I’m good. But you sit there and I’ll make you your tea.” Neal stopped doing dishes long enough to put the kettle on.
“Thank you.” So
weird. So. Weird.
Neal laughed. “You’re going to have to spend the rest of the weekend not lifting a finger. You think you can manage that?”
“No.” He knew better.
Neal chuckled. “I do love your honesty. I want you to try, though, okay?”
“Okay. But I feel bad. Like I’m taking advantage of you.”
Neal came over, drying his hands on his sweats. Cupping Way’s cheeks, Neal smiled down at him, staring at him. “You are not taking advantage of me. You work so hard every day to make my life better. I have chosen to pamper you this weekend. My choice. You didn’t suggest it, you didn’t ask for it. I am doing it for you and you’re going to enjoy it.”
“Yes, Master.”
Neal smiled at his words, like he’d done something right.
“Love how that sounds.” Neal kissed him, then went and grabbed a cup, sticking a tea bag into it.
“I like saying it. It’s satisfying.”
“It’s very satisfying to hear too.” Neal finished up the dishes, then took the bag out of his tea and put a little bit of milk in before putting it in front of him.
“Thank you.” He loved the green smell, the richness.
Neal grabbed a glass of water and sat with him. “Having a good morning so far?”
“I am. I like spending time with you.”
“Yeah. I’d say time together is the best part of any week.” Neal slid a finger along his arm, leaving a warm trail behind it. “Are you looking forward to your photo shoot?”
“I guess? I’m a little nervous, I think, but not scared or anything.”
“Good, I’m glad. Hopefully it’ll be fun, eh?” Neal’s finger worked its magic along his leg, pushing aside the edge of his robe to climb higher up his thigh.
“I hope so. Lance makes it cool.” Lance had done a few photo shoots with him, and it was always a little surreal and tons of fun.
“Yeah, he’s a good guy.” Neal leaned in and kissed his neck, the slow touches and kisses seductive.
“Uh. Uh-huh.” What were they talking about? Oh. Pictures.
“Mmm-hmm.” Neal didn’t sound like he was paying very much attention to their conversation either, the soft kisses along his throat sweet.
Way put his mug down, the action a little too hard, a little too much.
“Careful,” murmured Neal, but Way could feel Neal’s smile against his skin.
“Sorry. I misjudged.”
“You were distracted.” Neal looked up at him and grinned. Then he flicked his tongue out, sliding it along Way’s neck.
“A little.” That made his eyes cross.
“I’ll have to try harder. I was going for a lot. Or at least, I am now.” Neal put an arm around his shoulders and tilted him back slightly, exposing more of his neck and making it easier for Neal to latch on to his chest below the hollow in his throat.
His nipples tightened and began to ache, and the sensation made his mouth dry.
Pushing open his robe, Neal nuzzled his breastbone before slowly kissing his way over to one nipple. Neal licked at it, tongue flicking back and forth, awakening all of Way’s nerves.
“M-master.” Oh. Oh, his cock filled and the ring moved, caught on his robe.
“Right here, boy. Loving on you.” Neal ran his tongue around the hard little nub of flesh, then flicked across it again. “Though I suppose we should move this to the den at the very least, if not bed.” Neal made no attempt to move, though, instead staying right there, playing with his sensitive flesh.
“Gonna make them crazy sensitive again.”
“Yeah, I am.” Neal sounded very pleased about that.
Way shook his head, but he knew that wouldn’t matter. Neal gave him what he needed.
But what if they were still swollen and red on Monday when he went in for the shoot?
Neal moved to his other nipple, sucking it at first before biting down around the little nub and worrying it with sharp teeth. Way’s worries dissolved with the bite, his toes curling as he pushed up in the chair.
Standing suddenly, Neal picked him up, gathering Way close against his firm chest. That casual strength was intoxicating, making Way moan as Neal carried him into the den.
He vaguely heard the clatter of the kitchen chair as it toppled over. It didn’t matter, though. The only thing that did was Neal, and Neal’s kisses.
Keeping him right where he was, Neal sank onto the couch and dove in for a kiss, tongue sliding along his lips, then slipping between them.
He groaned softly, his entire body lit up like fireworks.
Neal’s tongue wrapped around his, sliding along it and bringing Neal’s taste into his mouth.
He pressed their bellies together, the kisses going deeper, more and more breathless.
It always happened so quickly, moving from light kisses to hard need. It was like every one of Neal’s touches were magic.
“I love you, Neal. Sir. Master.”
“And all of me loves you, Way. You’re my heart.” Neal kissed him again, hands pushing the robe off his body. Neal’s hands trailed down his body, molding him, massaging him.
Sometimes he thought Neal knew his body even better than he did, those strong fingers finding all the spots that made him arch and cry out, that sent tingles through him. “I love how you need me.”
He did too. He needed Neal like breathing.
Neal bent him back, arm supporting him as Neal licked at the hollow at the base of his throat, then moved down along his breastbone. Neal’s tongue tickled and teased.
He let his head fall, let Neal have everything he wanted. Neal’s moan tickled its way across his skin, as did the next breath Neal exhaled. Way’s nipples drew up hard, his entire body on high alert.
“Look at your nips, trying to get my attention.” Smiling, Neal licked his way over to the right one.
Neal made him feel so needy, so slutty.
Neal opened his mouth and breathed on Way’s nipple, then attacked it, sucking hard. He leaned back farther, making Neal work for it.
Neal’s soft laughter blew air over his wet flesh, making it cold for a second, and goose bumps slid over his skin. Neal licked at them, tongue hot.
“Love you,” murmured Neal against his skin, lips rubbing over his nipple.
“I love you.” God, what came next? Did it just get bigger?
“Oh good. I was hoping you did.” Neal grinned up at him. Then his lover nipped at his left nipple, teeth sharp but quick.
“Ow!” He grabbed his chest, hiding his nip.
Neal met his gaze again, then tugged his hand away and leaned in to lick at his nipple with a long, slow drag of his tongue.
“That’s nicer than the biting.”
“But the biting makes a nice contrast.” Neal blew on his nipple, then snapped his teeth above Way’s flesh without actually making contact.
He gasped, a rush of excitement surprising him. Neal’s smile got wider. “And you like it.”
“N-not the biting.”
Neal snapped his teeth together again, right above Way’s right nipple.
His belly went tight, and he pulled away, shivering hard.
Neal hauled him closer and dragged his chin over Way’s nipple, stubble rubbing his skin. The rasp made him gasp, and he caught himself rocking closer.
Neal turned his head, cheek rubbing against Way’s nipple this time.
“Sandpaper man,” Way teased.
Neal grinned. “I’ll have to do it again after I shave.” Neal turned his head, teeth scraping over the hard little nub of flesh again.
“Have you—have you ever grown a beard?” He tried to make conversation, distract Neal.
“Yes. Ugly.” After he answered, Neal bit at his right nipple, making it burn.
“Ug—” He arched furiously, his heart slamming in his chest.
Neal sucked on the nipple he’d bitten, soothing the burn. The alternating sensations had Way all keyed up, his balls aching.
“Mine doesn’t grow
in right.”
Neal let go of his nipple. “No?”
“No. It’s patchy, like my chest hair. That’s why I shave it.”
“I like you smooth.” Neal licked from the top of his breastbone all the way down to his belly button, where Neal circled his tongue before dipping it in.
“I know.” He loved to shave for Neal.
Neal gnawed at his abs, teeth scraping along his skin. This wasn’t the same as biting, and didn’t even sting. Way began to relax, to go boneless.
“Don’t get too comfortable,” Neal murmured, teeth digging in a little deeper.
“No?” His cock throbbed, bouncing against his stomach.
“You never know what’s coming next.” Neal pounced suddenly and raspberried his belly, right next to his navel.
He snorted, the laugh hiccupping out of him. And he loved the sound of Neal’s laughter as it drifted up to him.
“Sweet boy.” Neal pounced again and this time bit his right nipple, hard, stealing his breath. He grabbed for Neal’s hair, trying to pull him away.
Neal’s touch changed, smoothed out, and gentled as biting became licking again.
“You make me nuts.” And he could tell Neal didn’t care.
“Uh-huh.” Neal flicked his tongue back and forth across his right nipple, then began to kiss his way down toward Way’s hip.
“Do I taste good?”
“You taste wonderful. Like magic, like love.” Neal sucked on his hip.
“Oh.” Oh, that made him a little shivery.
Neal hummed, the vibrations going through Way, from hip to hip. The sensation made him a little giddy, more than a little dizzy. And Neal did it again, increasing the sensations.
Then Neal tugged him back up into his lap, mouth covering his in a long kiss that was slightly flavored by the salt of Way’s own skin.
He pressed close, shoulder to hip, his cry trapped in their kiss.
Neal’s hands opened and closed on his ass, squeezing hard, maybe hard enough to leave bruises for him to feel in the morning, to see in the mirror. He pressed back, taking the pressure, the marks.
Groaning, Neal bucked up, rubbing their cocks together.
“What do you want? Anything,” Way offered.
“I know. And I want it all.”
“Okay.” That was easy. He could handle that.
