The Gentle Dom

by Sean Michael

  Rec leaned away for a moment, reached back and came up with another doughnut. He put it between their mouths, the sugar sweet and immediately melting on Barclay’s lips.

  So decadent. Decadent and weird and wonderful all at the same time.

  They each ate from their own sides, and while it was somewhat awkward, it was fun and sexy too. When they’d eaten all the treat away, their lips met in the middle, sugar and crumbs coating them. Rec licked Barclay’s lips clean and sucked on the lower one.

  “Crazy.” This was mad fun. Seriously.

  “Crazy delicious.” Rec noted. “I could eat you right up.”

  “And we’ve already done that,” he teased. He felt light and happy, almost giddy.

  “Yeah. That’s how I know you taste better than any doughnuts ever.” Rec licked his lips like he was remembering the flavor of Barclay’s come on them.

  Barclay laughed, wrapped his hands around Rec’s ass, and held on. Rec pushed back into the touch, then forward, bringing their cocks together. Rec rubbed, hips moving in circles to mash their covered pricks against each other.

  He didn’t have a third in him, did he? Did it matter? As Rec kept kissing him, rocking gently against him, he didn’t think it mattered. They were kissing and rocking and touching, and it felt so good. He wanted to sink into it and luxuriate in the sensations.

  Rec didn’t seem to be in any hurry or wanting to stop, so Barclay went with it and enjoyed everything about it. He didn’t want it to end, and he had a hunch Rec didn’t either. Still, it was getting late.

  “If I don’t go soon, I’ll miss the last bus,” he warned, just in case.

  Rec made no move to get off him or back off in any way. “Honey, my bed is more than big enough for two.”

  Happiness flooded through him at Rec’s words. “Just wanted to give you the option.”

  “What kind of idiot has the kind of day we’ve had and sends you home with the last bus?”

  “A big one, I guess.” And that made him pull Rec down for another kiss—just because.

  Rec followed that up with yet another kiss and then another, pushing the worry about buses totally out of his mind. He had a safe place to stay, a warm body to stay with, and cold pizza for breakfast.

  It didn’t get much better than that.

  Chapter Four

  REC WOKE up early, like he always did. Today he was spooned up behind a warm body. Which he did not always do.

  B.

  Humming happily, he pressed closer, his morning wood sliding against Barclay’s ass. It had been too long since he’d woken up with someone in his bed. He’d almost forgotten how nice it was.

  Barclay moaned softly for him and arched, rubbing right back, that pert little ass moving against his cock and hips.

  God, Barclay was sensual. Sexual. Rec wanted to fuck him into the mattress. He settled for nibbling on Barclay’s neck to start with. He didn’t use his teeth, just his lips, slightly parted so he could slip his tongue out to taste.

  Someone obviously liked that. Barclay arched against him, sweet and slow. Rec hummed and rubbed harder. He wanted inside Barclay’s lovely body, but he’d settle for rubbing off together.

  Barclay’s moans filled the air, the sounds moving from asleep to aroused as he moved.

  “Morning.” Rec licked Barclay’s ear, loving the way he shivered in response.

  “Hey. Hey, good morning.” Barclay sounded part sleepy, part surprised, and definitely part aroused.

  “Anything hurting?” Rec was totally up for some good solid massage where needed to knock any pain on its ass. That was more important than getting off.

  “Just the normal aches leftover from the fall.”

  “You want a massage for that? Or something more for this?” He slid his hand down Barclay’s body, wrapping his fingers around the half-hard cock he found and rubbing his thumb across Barclay’s cockhead.

  “Oh…. Oh.” That was a wonderful, needy sound. “That feels so good.”

  “Perfect. It’s supposed to.” Rec ran his nose along Barclay’s neck and hummed, then licked. God, he was already addicted to Barclay. To the taste of him, to the feeling of him, to the scent of him here in the bedroom.

  Barclay cuddled into Rec, his cock filling Rec’s fingers. He kept rubbing his own need along Barclay’s crack as he stroked the lovely prick. The heat in his hand was delicious, and he closed his eyes, enjoying it thoroughly.

  “Mmm. I’m going to touch you everywhere.” Barclay said it like it was a warning, but Rec was going to take it as a promise.

  “Yes, please do.” He wanted those touches, wanted Barclay to explore him completely. Every nook and cranny. And then he wanted to return the favor.

  Barclay reached back, hand on his hip sliding on his skin. He swore he could feel tingles wherever Barclay touched. He hummed at the warmth and jacked Barclay faster.

  Barclay rubbed against him, bucking against his cock. Rec groaned. “Gonna make me come, B.” He was going to shoot right up Barclay’s back if this continued much longer.

  “You want… you want to fuck me?” Barclay asked. “Do you do that?”

  God yes, he wanted to. “I’d love to fuck you. Do you do that?” He hoped so. He wanted Barclay very badly.

  “I totally do that. At least I used to. I think I still can.”

  “I’d love to help you find out.” Rec turned Barclay in his arms, admiring the slender limbs. Barclay was beautiful, and he turned Rec on.

  Barclay met his gaze. “I’m ready to try.”

  “Then that’s all we need.” He considered for a moment. “Well, that and lube and a condom.”

  “Right. Do you have those?” Barclay asked, looking hopeful.

  He smiled. “It just so happens I do. Don’t move, I’ll be right back.”

  “I can do that.” Barclay grinned, winked, playing with him.

  He laughed and kissed Barclay, then popped out of bed and went to the bathroom where he kept his supplies. Tube of lube and a box of condoms. He grabbed a couple of condoms out of the box. Just in case more than one was needed for any reason.

  He wanted in, wanted to make Barclay come on his cock. His prick stayed nice and hard at the thought. And it bounced along in front of him as he went back to the bedroom. It made him grin, and he was still smiling as he returned to Barclay.

  Barclay was stretched out, bones popping and creaking as he arched. Rec watched for a long moment from the doorway, admiring the naked man in his bed—slender limbs, the pretty belly, and the tousled hair. Then he walked in.

  “Found ’em.” He waved his lube- and condom-laden hands in the air.

  “Good. I was stretching out the kinks.” Barclay settled back.

  “Oh, don’t do that. I like the kink,” he teased as he climbed back onto the bed.

  Barclay chuckled softly. “I’m not sure I have any kink.”

  No kink? A man who did what Barclay did for a living wasn’t into kink? That surprised him. “Are you sure?”

  “No.” Barclay shrugged. “I never worried about it much.”

  “There’s so many fun things to explore.” Rec laughed and lay down on top of Barclay, making sure he kept most of his weight on his arms. He didn’t want to put any pressure on Barclay’s limbs.

  “Uh-huh. Exploring is good with me.” Barclay sounded eager for it.

  “Yeah?” He pressed kisses over Barclay’s face, licked one cheek, both lips.

  Barclay laughed softly, chasing Rec’s lips. It made him smile and place more kisses, making these slow and easy. He rubbed their cheeks together, one side and then the other. He didn’t feel any need to rush, and there was a freedom in that he enjoyed.

  “Oh…,” Barclay sighed, the man obviously starving for touch. Rec was aiming to be the one to feed that strong need.

  He slid his fingers across Barclay’s belly, feeling the hint of what had obviously been—and would be again—great abs. Barclay’s core was still fairly solid. What Barclay needed was his flexibility
back, his strength.

  Rec would help him get that. Later. Right now, Rec was going to touch Barclay everywhere, then make love to him. He couldn’t think of a better way to start a Sunday morning. In fact, right now he couldn’t think of anything better, full stop.

  Humming happily, he kissed Barclay and slowly slid his fingers from belly to nipples. He touched each one lightly, then went back to rub a little harder against them. They tightened up, calling to him, begging for more. He loved the way the scarring on the left made them different. It gave them personality.

  He remembered that they were fairly sensitive too, and rubbed them between his thumbs and forefingers, pinching alternately. He found the scarring on the one nipple fascinating. He wanted to lick it, bite it, taste it, over and over.

  Moaning, he went for it with his mouth, using the tip of his tongue to trace the old injury. Barclay whimpered softly, the sound so fucking hot. Rec pressed his mouth against Barclay’s skin and hummed again.

  “Please. So good.” Barclay begged so prettily.

  Rec moved to the other nipple and began to suck, tongue flicking back and forth across the tip of the hard little nub. It was so easy to start biting, tugging, giving Barclay a little more. Barclay gasped at that, body arching up toward his mouth. Needy. He approved. Hell, he more than approved.

  The things he could do with this sensitive, needy man. Groaning at the thought, he rolled his body against Barclay’s, wanting more contact.

  “Yeah. I want you.” Barclay hummed, rocking up to slide them together.

  “God yes, me too.” He grabbed the lube and slicked his fingers up. Then he got distracted feeling up Barclay’s cock. He let his fingers wander over the hot flesh, exploring each ridge and vein. He squeezed, enjoying the spongy hardness.

  Barclay sang for him, happy, needy little cries that made his eyes cross. He coaxed more of them out with his fingertips, pressing them into Barclay’s slit. When he pushed deep enough that it would sting, Barclay arched, crying out. So he did it again, then again. He loved the way Barclay moved, the slender limbs graceful despite Barclay’s injuries. And he was so beautifully responsive.

  “Oh fuck. Please. That—that aches.” Barclay’s voice was painted by his need, soft and wanton.

  “Please more? Because the ache is good and you want more and you want it over at the same time?” Rec asked. He wanted to hear Barclay say it. Wanted to hear him expressing his need.

  “I—” Barclay shook his head, then nodded, then just pushed back against him.

  He had to admit, that confusion was sexy as hell; he thought that Barclay being new to knowing all the things he could have, to knowing what he wanted, made him even more interesting.

  Barclay shifted, rolling onto his side and rubbing his ass against Rec’s cock. Barclay’s offer was clear, sure, straightforward, and it made Rec happy that while Barclay might have no clue about kink, he did know what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to ask for it.

  Rec grabbed the lube again and slicked his fingers back up, getting them ready to push into Barclay’s body. All the while he teased Barclay’s slit with his other hand.

  The next time that Barclay arched in his arms, he pushed a single finger into Barclay’s ass, tight heat gripping him immediately. Damn, Barclay felt good inside, all silky heat.

  “Oh.” Barclay hummed, one leg falling in front of the other, giving Rec more room to maneuver.

  “So nice and tight. You’re gonna feel great around my cock.” Rec didn’t want to rush things, though. It had been a while for Barclay, and he was going to respect that. Besides, taking his time would only build anticipation and make it that much better when he finally sank into Barclay’s body.

  Barclay moaned for him, the sound deep and sweet as honey, so needy. Rec tilted Barclay’s head back, then licked at Barclay’s lips. He took another kiss, tongue pushing into Barclay’s mouth. Barclay opened right up, moaning for him, crying out for him.

  He slid his finger deep, then tugged it out again. In no time he was fucking Barclay with it, working the tight hole with plenty of lube. Barclay’s body didn’t fight him, instead pulled him in deeper.

  Groaning, Rec worked another finger in, spreading them both wide, turning them inside Barclay. He worked Barclay’s channel, opening him for the invasion to come.

  “Mmm….” Oh, eager, happy sounds. It sounded like Barclay was not only enjoying it, but reveling in what Rec was doing to prepare the tight body.

  Rec grinned and repeated the motions of his fingers. He fucked Barclay again, just as slowly now that he had two fingers working the tight heat as he had when he’d used only the one.

  “You an anal man, B? You like having my fingers inside you? Do you want more? A lot more?” He had some amazing dildos and plugs. He could entertain Barclay’s ass for hours. Days. Weeks. He might have to go make some purchases to make that years.

  “I—Yeah.” Barclay’s initial hesitation disappeared, and he went on confidently. “Yeah, I like it. I like being touched.”

  “It’s been a long time since you’ve been touched, hasn’t it?” He could tell; he could read it in every reaction. Okay, so he also knew because Barclay had said he hadn’t even had an erection since the accident. But every reaction told him the same story, backed Barclay’s words up. Barclay was starving for the contact they shared.

  “Yeah. Yeah, too damn long.”

  “I’ll take care of you, B. I’ll make it good.” He wanted Barclay to come back for more. He wanted Barclay to beg for more.

  “I don’t doubt it. You’re… generous.”

  That was one of the nicest compliments anyone had ever given him. Rec rubbed their cheeks together. “I want you to feel good. If that makes me generous, then so I am.” He wasn’t doing it to be generous, just to make Barclay feel good.

  “You so are. I appreciate it.” Barclay reached back and took Rec’s cock, stroking it base to tip.

  Amazing. It hadn’t been as long for him as it had Barclay, but he was still hungry for Barclay’s fingers on him, making him feel. He hummed and slid yet another finger into Barclay’s hole, spreading the tight body wider.

  Barclay tried to arch and open more, the motion a little stiff, a little awkward. Rec didn’t want that. This was supposed to make Barclay feel good, not leave him with aching—or worse—muscles.

  “How about we get you on your back with pillows under your legs?” he suggested. They could shift things around until Barclay was perfectly supported.

  “I—I’m okay. I don’t want it to be weird.”

  “You being comfortable isn’t weird. It’s… comfortable.” Like Barclay straining his muscles and ending up in pain wouldn’t be weird. Rec slid his fingers out of Barclay and grabbed a couple of pillows. He got Barclay situated comfortably and ran his hands along the man’s inner thighs, starting above his knees and working upward to the point where they met Barclay’s torso. Rec kept his touch fairly light.

  “Oh.” Barclay’s eyes crossed.

  Rec grinned. He’d thought “weird” would disappear under the weight of pleasure. He did it again, pressing more firmly this time. Then he rubbed with his thumbs, digging in, massaging deeply.

  Groaning, Barclay bucked for him, trying to move toward his touches. That didn’t look particularly comfortable, and he touched Barclay’s belly, pushing gently down toward the mattress.

  “Easy. Easy, I have you.” Rec didn’t want Barclay hurting himself. This was supposed to be all about pleasure.

  “I know. I’m sorry. I am.”

  “Shh. No apologies.” This wasn’t about guilt or worries either. Rec kissed Barclay’s belly, then looked up the lovely chest to his face. “You just need to lie back and enjoy it, okay?”

  Barclay shook his head and sighed softly. “I’m not a lazy lover, you know.”

  “That’s what you’re worried about, B? Come on—I know you’re on the injury list, and I don’t expect you to be the perfect lover.”

  “I hadn’t expected to
be a lover at all,” Barclay admitted.

  “I’m glad you are. I’m enjoying myself. Are you?” He drew his fingers up along the insides of Barclay’s thighs again, spreading them to get more coverage.

  “Uh. Uh-huh. A lot.” Barclay grinned at him, but the look was surprisingly young, worried.

  “Excellent. That’s what I was going for.” Bending, he gave Barclay’s belly another kiss, lingering this time. The sweet muscles rippled and jerked for him. Barclay was so wonderfully responsive.

  Leaning over Barclay and feeding him one kiss after another, Rec slowly worked his fingers back into Barclay’s hole. The tight little ring opened for him, begging him and welcoming him in. Barclay was still slick from his earlier prep, but Rec got some more lube and pushed it in.

  It wouldn’t be long now before Barclay was ready for him. He spread his fingers wide, tugged them partway out, then pushed in again. He loved the heat of Barclay’s body and how it held his fingers tight. How it proved Barclay wanted him.

  “You… you like to take your time.” Barclay watched him with wide eyes, pupils huge.

  “I like lazy Sunday morning fucks,” Rec admitted. “And a first time with you—I want to make it special. I want you to remember me. Remember this.” He wanted to be the best lover Barclay had ever had.

  “I couldn’t forget. No way.” Barclay reached for him, hands smoothing down his chest. “I’m glad you asked me to come.”

  “I’m even more glad I came and got you.” He gave Barclay a wink.

  “Yeah. Yeah, me too.” Barclay found his cock, fingertip sliding on his flesh. Fuck, that was good. Really good.

  He moaned as Barclay wrapped those warm fingers around him. It was even better than the random touches, maybe even too good. “Not too much. I want to come inside you.” He didn’t want Barclay to stop, but he didn’t want to pop off either, which enthusiastic stroking would result in.

  “Easy. I get you.” Barclay’s touches gentled, became caresses instead of strokes.

  “Mmm. Yeah, you do.” He matched the movement of his fingers inside Barclay to the caressing of his cock, bringing them in sync. Barclay’s eyelids went heavy, and the air buzzed with electricity.