The Ties That Bind

by J. L. Langley, Jet Mykles, Jet Mykles

  Noah's cock twitched, aching and leaking, against his belly. “It drove me crazy all day."

  "Poor pretty baby.” Noah got called ‘pretty’ a lot, but hearing Mitch say it like that while eyeing his cock made things inside him go gooey. “My pretty baby,” Mitch repeated, glancing at Noah's face to dare him to deny the words.

  Noah wouldn't dream of doing such a thing.

  Grinning, Mitch tossed aside Noah's clothing. “I'll take care of that in a minute.” He turned.

  "Why not right now?"

  Mitch opened one of the drawers in the cabinet that held the television. He faced Noah again with a long black nylon tether in his hands. This one was different than the one from the previous night, however, in that instead of handles, black Velcroed wrist cuffs were clipped to each end. “Noah, if this isn't what you want—” Mitch began seriously, stepping up to the foot of the bed. He wound the strap around his wrists, the cuffs jangling free. “—we don't have to."

  Noah found it hard to breathe over his stuttering heart. He took a good look at his friend-come-lover. Glossy black hair, harshly handsome face, steely gray eyes, broad, muscular shoulders, trim waist. The cock he'd savored the previous night pushed proudly at the placket of Mitch's slacks, taunting him.

  He sat up, quickly slipped out of his shirt and undershirt, then held out his wrists, very aware of the still unlocked chain about his neck. Instinct told him to lock it, but he didn't yet. He wanted to make love with Mitch once with his eyes wide open before that final step. “I want it."

  Eyes alight, Mitch strapped one of the cuffs around Noah's wrist. “I'll take good care of you."

  Noah twisted his wrist, liking the feel of the faux fur inside the restraint. “I know you will.” He did. Even without the previous two nights, he knew he could trust Mitch with his life. Now he knew he could trust Mitch with his body as well.

  Mitch brushed a quick kiss across his lips before urging him to lie back.

  Noah eyed him as he complied. “How is it I didn't know about this kink before?"

  "The kink only applies to you."

  Noah lay back on the pillows, belly fluttering at the casual seriousness of Mitch's tone. “You never tied up any of your girlfriends?"

  Taking Noah's posture as permission, Mitch stepped off the bed and circled around to the headboard. “I have,” he admitted, looping the tether behind the headboard and tossing the other end toward the other side of the bed. “You remember Pam?"

  Noah nodded as he watched Mitch cross around the foot of the bed to retrieve the tether on the other side.

  "She's the one who introduced me to it. She loved being tied up.” He grinned as he adjusted the tether behind the headboard. “She also liked to be gagged so that's why you didn't hear her the few times you were home when we were doing it."

  Noah bit his lip, mind reeling as he recalled one of Mitch's girlfriends from when they'd first started living together just out of college. She was older, some type of consultant who'd traveled a lot. He'd liked her and had always wondered why she and Mitch never made it any farther than they did. He guessed he had his answer now.

  "Anyone since then?"

  "A few.” He met Noah's gaze. “I swear, I know what I'm doing. I wouldn't hurt you for the world. If anything makes you uncomfortable, just say it and it stops."

  Noah released a nervous giggle and let go of his lip. “Okay."

  Completely serious, Mitch tugged the strap, pulling Noah's right arm toward the opposite corner of the headboard. “Comfortable?"

  Noah had to smile. So very efficient. Just like the letters, concise and to the point but with a lookout for Noah. It made him feel even more comfortable. He snuggled back into the pillows and took a deep, calming breath. “Yes."

  Mitch nodded, then picked up Noah's free arm. He paused, staring at it. “You've got such slim wrists,” he purred, bestowing a kiss on Noah's pulse point. “Beautiful hands.” He lapped at the palm.

  "All of these compliments are going to make me light-headed."

  Mitch nipped the end of his thumb. “Good.” He wrapped the restraint around it then fiddled with adjustments on the tether until Noah was secure.

  Bound. If he worked at it, Noah could probably get the strap out from behind the headboard, but until or unless he could do that, he was at Mitch's mercy. He stared up at the ceiling, unnerved.

  Mitch's handsome face appeared in his line of vision, all shadows from the light behind him. “You okay?” he asked gently, smoothing a hand over Noah's heart.

  "Yeah. Just ... kind of caught me off guard."

  "Want me to take them off?"

  "No."

  Mitch sat at Noah's side, one arm braced on the mattress to Noah's other side. “You're so sexy,” he purred, eyes trailing from Noah's bound wrists to his chest to his face. “All spread out and trusting.” He leaned in to kiss Noah, softly, full of promise. “I love you. I want you to feel good."

  Noah let his head sink into the pillows, his trepidation melting under the simmer of heat Mitch's touch and words caused. “I feel good."

  Mitch nipped at his throat. “I'll make you feel better."

  "I can't wait."

  Lips trailed down his chin to find his neck, then lower. Mitch closed his mouth over the skin above Noah's heart and sucked hard, making a mark. “Mine,” he whispered over it, laving it wet with his tongue before inching down to find Noah's nipple. His tongue toyed with the nipple ring and the chain rustled softly against Noah's chest.

  He moaned, pulling at his wrists. The taut strap and sturdy cuffs kept his hands where they were. Cooling peace laced through the simmering lust, shutting down his capacity to think beyond the body above him and the lips devouring the small nub on his chest.

  He dragged his eyes open when Mitch pulled back. Lips wet and red, Mitch stood, never taking his eyes off Noah. His hands went to the buttons of his blue silk shirt. “I've got matching ankle cuffs at home,” he told Noah as the silk parted to reveal the dark patch of hair that covered his chest. “I've been dreaming of strapping you to my bed and having my way with you."

  Just the words put vivid, erotic images in Noah's head. He groaned, writhing. His cock dripped warm precum on his belly.

  The blue silk shirt flew aside. Noah enjoyed an eyeful of taut muscle under a light ruff of black hair as Mitch started on his pants. “We'll have to get a bigger bed,” he said, leaning from side to side as he toed out of his shoes. “One of those expensive, pillow-top deals. A California king with four posters.” He pushed his slacks and underwear down powerful legs. “And we'll rig it with straps, just for you."

  Noah's heart beat faster at the sound of his words, but his attention centered on the truly gorgeous cock that was revealed. How had he gone through so many years of knowing Mitch and not really noticed his cock? He'd seen him naked, but never aroused. To be honest, Noah had probably avoided noticing, an unconscious survival mechanism so that he wouldn't lust after his friend. Because if he'd gotten a good look at that baby all hard and curved up like it was now, he didn't think he could have avoided begging.

  After quickly shucking his socks, Mitch stood at the side of the bed and wrapped fingers around the thickly veined shaft, pulling the skin up and over the flushed, mushroom head. “You like?” Mitch asked, pulling back to reveal the head again and the clear bead of liquid at the tip.

  Noah licked his lips, nodding. “Let me taste.” He leaned toward Mitch as far and as best as he could. “Please."

  Mitch purred, kneeling on the bed. “Since you asked so nice.” He threw a leg over Noah's chest, straddling him. With one hand braced on the headboard above Noah's head, he reached down to again grab his cock, angling it for Noah's mouth.

  Noah opened up, rolling his eyes so he could see Mitch's expression as his cock touched Noah's tongue.

  Dark, possessive desire lit Mitch's face, an expression Noah had never seen before and was instantly addicted to. Humming happily, he bent his neck so he could take in more.
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  Mitch's hand cupped the back of his head, supporting its weight as Mitch slowly pushed more of that delicious rod into Noah's mouth. “So pretty,” he crooned, “your mouth looks so good wrapped around my dick, Noah."

  Noah lapped at the firm edge of the head of Mitch's dick, rubbing underneath as Mitch pulled slowly out. He watched the muscles of Mitch's firm belly roll as he thrust slowly in and out of Noah's mouth.

  "I could come in your mouth,” Mitch growled, stopping with as much of his dick stuffed in Noah as possible. “But I'm not going to.” He pulled all the way out, despite the desperate suction Noah applied to try and keep his tasty treat. Mitch dropped back to brace on all fours above Noah, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “I've finally got you exactly where I want you, hot and horny.” He pressed a kiss to one of Noah's nipples. “I'm going to fuck you. I need to be inside you."

  "Oh God, Mitch."

  Noah again lost track of time and place as Mitch nipped and lapped at every inch of his chest and belly. He even ran his tongue along the groove of Noah's hip. He shoved Noah's legs apart and settled down between them, laving at the crease between thigh and groin before applying that wicked tongue to each of Noah's balls. “Smooth,” he murmured, pushing Noah's thighs up so he could lick the sensitive skin behind Noah's testicles. “Did you shave just for me, Noah?"

  "Yes."

  "Mmmmm.” He bit down on that small strip of skin and Noah cried out, bucking up into the bite of pain that turned into a luscious wash of pleasure. “Like that, do you?” Mitch asked, doing it again. And again. He pushed Noah's thighs up even higher, forcing his hips to tilt up. “Jesus, Noah, you're fucking gorgeous even down here.” Noah didn't think he'd do it, but he did. His tongue edged down to tickle Noah's anus.

  "Mitch,” Noah cried. Normally he was far more coherent during sex but the combination of the restraints and the fact that it was his best friend who started to eat him out made speech impossible. He was stuck with Mitch's name, rolling over and over with it, stretching it out to two and even three syllables. His neglected cock bounced on his belly, the gold crown just under the head making it so that the very air was a god damned caress. The thick metal chain rubbed against the base of his neck, the padlock a heavier weight on his clavicle.

  "Mitch, oh God, Mitch, I'm gonna come!"

  Mitch stopped, pulling back. Eyes closed, a look of pure bliss on his face, he turned into Noah's thigh, pressing kisses there. “Not yet,” he breathed. “Not without me."

  "No.” Noah agreed, panting. “But please hurry."

  His legs dropped back to the mattress. Mitch surged up over him, reaching for the nightstand. Noah opened his eyes to hungrily take in the expanse of bare chest. His mouth watered for a taste of one of those tiny little nipples peeking through a shallow forest of black hair.

  "I'm clean,” Mitch told him, sitting back on his heels, bottle of lube in hand. “Please believe that I'm clean."

  "I do,” Noah assured him, spreading his legs wide as he watched Mitch smear liquid on that gorgeous cock. “So am I."

  "We don't need a condom?"

  "No. Please, just fuck me.” Words suddenly returned to him. He looked up into Mitch's gray eyes and put on his best seductive face. One that had compelled plenty of other lovers to fuck him silly. “Shove that big, gorgeous cock inside me, Mitch. Take me. Fuck me. God, now!"

  Mitch shook, dropping the lube onto the mattress. He bowed his head, breathing, his fingers in a death grip around his cock. “Fuck!"

  "Please, Mitch,” Noah begged, knowing he had him, needing this to work. He grabbed the straps above the wrist restraints and undulated his body, making sure Mitch got a good look at everything.

  Groaning, Mitch pried his wet hand from his dick and reached for Noah's hole.

  "No. Just put it in me. Please! I need to come. I need your dick deep inside me when I come. Please, Mitch. Please, Master."

  The ‘Master’ had Mitch's head flying up, his expression full of fire as he searched Noah's face.

  Gotcha! Noah undulated again and added a whimper. He'd used the title for other lovers on request but had never, ever meant it more than he did at this moment. “Master, please."

  With a sexy little sneer, Mitch grabbed his cock in one hand and one of Noah's thighs with the other. “Fucking evil minx,” he muttered, rubbing the head of his cock against Noah's hole. “If I come before I'm all the way inside, it's your fault."

  Before Noah could think of more to say to spur him on, Mitch pushed in. Noah threw back his head on a cry of pure bliss as the thick crown of Mitch's bare dick popped inside of him. He'd never gone bareback and just the thought—let alone the feel—of Mitch's bare, velvety skin pushing inside him nearly blew his control. Mitch stopped, face drawn in a rictus of fierce concentration and Noah was glad for it, needing a moment to compose himself as well.

  "God, Noah,” Mitch groaned, dropping Noah's leg and leaning forward to brace his arms on the bed. “So hot.” He pushed in another inch, the wiry hair of his thighs scraping the soft curve of the bottom of Noah's ass. “So fucking hot."

  Noah opened his mouth, needing it to suck great gouts of air into his lungs as fire lit within him. He pulled his hands, wrists aching where they were securely held.

  Mitch stopped, his entire cock sheathed inside Noah. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto Noah's belly, mingling with the sheen that already coated the skin. Noah wanted to touch him, wanted to dig his fingers into those strong shoulders. The fact that he couldn't frustrated him, made him writhe, made him do what he could to rock his body on that cock.

  "Master please, please, please, fuck me, Master, please...” He kept babbling, rocking to fuck himself as best he could while Mitch held still.

  Then Mitch moved. Abruptly, he pulled back, almost out of Noah. Which made Noah gasp. Then he shoved back in one smooth, hard glide. Which pushed a scream out of Noah.

  "God yes!” he shouted. “More."

  Mitch did it again with the same deliberate precision. And again. Too slow to push Noah over the edge but enough to keep building the fire hotter and hotter. His cock slapped his belly and the padlock slipped from his chest to nestle somewhere on his shoulder.

  "Noah.” Mitch shifted his weight to one arm, freeing the other so the hand could wrap around Noah's cock.

  "Oh God, wait! Yes!"

  It only took a few firm strokes and a swipe of a thumb over the too-sensitive tip and Noah was coming. Spunk splashed over Mitch's hand and onto Noah's skin in a surprisingly long series of spurts. His chest contracted and his spine exploded through the back of his skull. Cries bled from his lips while his insides clamped down on the gorgeous invader.

  "Noah!” Mitch shouted, losing control. As Noah's orgasm spurted to a halt, Mitch's hips thrust in earnest, spearing that cock into Noah's body, nailing his gland in such a way that Noah wasn't sure he had stopped coming. Then warmth filled him when Mitch stuttered to a halt, crying wordlessly as his cock spent deep in Noah's body.

  Noah's hips sank slowly to the mattress as he fought for breath. Mitch fell in a near collapse over him, braced on elbows on either side of Noah's chest. His lover pressed an open-mouthed kiss on Noah, stealing his breath until he wrenched his head to the side with a whimper.

  Shaking, Mitch pushed up higher and reached for one of Noah's wrists. Velcro ripped and Noah's hand dropped to the pillow. A moment later, the other hand did the same. Noah groaned when Mitch gently, carefully placed one, then the other hand on his chest, rubbing the wrists and kissing the red marks. “I love you,” he murmured, holding Noah's palms to his chest. “God, I just love you more."

  "I love you too,” Noah breathed, drinking in Mitch's flushed, sweaty face.

  "You mean that?"

  Noah gently dislodged his hands from Mitch's. As Mitch watched, he reached up to right the chain about his throat, finding the padlock and bringing it forward. He turned it correctly and clicked it closed. “Yours."

  Mitch slid hands up under Noah's shoulders, dropp
ing down chest to chest. “Mine,” he agreed, sealing their mouths.

  Although his arms were sore, Noah wouldn't let that stop him from wrapping them around Mitch for the first time as lovers.

  * * * *

  "That's so romantic,” Rachel sighed, elbow on the bar, cheek on her palm, dreamy smile on her face. “After all those years, finally finding each other."

  Noah smiled big, eyes on the drink Richard handed to him. His shift was over and he wore street clothes rather than his work outfit, but he was still hanging around, waiting for Mitch to pick him up.

  "Oh, look at you smile,” she squealed. “You're so cute."

  "All right, cut it out."

  She laughed. She, too, was out of her work outfit. Unlike Noah, she could leave at any time. She was hanging around to bug him on his first day back after Valentine's Day. “So, where are you two off to? Romantic dinner?"

  Noah flushed, sipping his rum and Coke. “Nowhere special."

  On the other side of the bar, Richard snorted. Noah glanced up to see the other man finish rolling his eyes. “You might as well tell her. Or she'll ask Mitch when he gets here."

  "Ask me what?"

  Noah and Richard both jumped at the sound of Mitch's voice. He'd come through the side entrance with Kenneth, who was right behind him.

  Not pausing for an answer to his question, Mitch slid an arm around Noah's shoulders and planted a kiss on his upturned face. His tongue swiped Noah's bottom lip, but when Noah opened up, he pulled back with a smile that made promises for later. While he straightened to look at Richard, Noah took a brief moment to admire his profile.

  Mine, he thought, happily slipping an arm around that trim waist and hooking his thumb in Mitch's belt.

  "Where are you taking Noah?” Rachel asked.

  Mitch smiled big. “We're going bed shopping."

  Noah closed his eyes, smiling over a groan when Rachel practically screamed.

  When he opened his eyes again, she had her hands laced over her mouth and her eyes were simpering sweet as they darted from his face to Mitch's.