The Gentle Dom

by Sean Michael

  Barclay nodded, moaning for him, the sound so satisfied.

  “I want to explore all the things that turn you on. Everything that makes you happy. I want to fulfill you.” He didn’t care if they called it love or BDSM or just fooling around. He needed to do it for Barclay.

  “I want to be good for you.”

  “You are. You make me happy.” He tilted his head, thinking about that. “It wasn’t that I was unhappy before you. But you make everything bigger. Better. I’m happier now. It’s deeper, somehow. If that makes sense.”

  “I think I’m figuring it out.” Barclay hummed softly. “It’s been a sad few months for me.”

  “I hope I’m making you happy.” He thought he was blowing Barclay’s mind with good things, but he didn’t want to assume anything or put his thoughts down as Barclay’s. He slid his finger along Barclay’s cheek, looking into the blue eyes.

  “You are. I didn’t think I’d ever….” Barclay shook his head.

  “Didn’t think you’d ever what? Don’t hold back.” Rec wanted to know what Barclay was going to say.

  “After the fall, it was bad.”

  “Physically or everything?” he asked. Barclay hadn’t really talked much about the accident or his recovery, barring the basics Rec needed as the man’s personal trainer. Oh man, did Barclay want someone new, given they were together now?

  “I… I think…. It doesn’t matter.”

  “Of course it matters. I want to hear your thoughts, B. You count, you know?” He hugged Barclay to him. “You do.”

  “I don’t think it was an accident.”

  “That we met?”

  Barclay shook his head.

  “You mean you falling off the roof?” His eyes went wide. Wow. That was…. “Have you told the police?”

  “No.” Barclay pulled away a little.

  “Okay. It’s okay.” He drew Barclay closer again. “It’s okay. Can I ask why not?”

  “They say I’m imagining it. That I’m just remembering the last person I saw.”

  “So you did talk to the cops when it first happened? I’m sorry they didn’t believe you.” He kept stroking gently, touching Barclay, keeping them connected.

  “Yeah. I mean, maybe, but I don’t think I’m lying.”

  “Well, what do you think happened? Who did this to you?” He was willing to form a posse and knock some heads together if needed.

  “An ex. It was a thing. What if I’m wrong?”

  “The same ex who pulled the ring right out of your nipple?” Rec was beginning to form a picture. And it wasn’t a pretty one.

  “It doesn’t matter.”

  “Of course it matters—if you falling off the roof wasn’t an accident, if you were pushed, then the person who did it should go to jail for attempted murder. I want him off the streets and safely away from you.”

  “It won’t happen. I can’t prove anything.”

  He sighed, holding Barclay close. “Are you sure? Surely you know if you got pushed or if you fell?”

  “I saw him, watching me.”

  “That’s creepy.”

  Barclay nodded, still refusing to meet his eyes. He took Barclay’s chin in his fingers and tilted his head until Barclay was forced to look at him. “What?”

  “I don’t…. What if he wanted to kill me?”

  “He pushed you off a roof—I don’t think there’s any ‘if’ about it.” And that was scary. What if this guy wanted to finish the job. “Is he unhinged?”

  “He thinks I’m worthless, more than anything. He didn’t like being argued with.”

  “He sounds like a real asshole.” Rec squeezed Barclay tight. “He sounds abusive as fuck. You know none of that is true, right? You’re not worthless. You’re special.”

  “I’m just a dude.”

  “‘Just.’ I don’t know—I think you’re pretty special.” He really did. “Have you seen him since the accident?”

  “Only once. He was there at the beginning, when I was drugged up.”

  “You’ll tell me if you see him again, right?” He wanted to stay on the ball with this. He did not want Barclay having to face this alone.

  “I won’t. I don’t want to see him.”

  “That sounds like a good plan.”

  Barclay chuckled softly, nodded. “Yeah. I think so.”

  He kissed the top of Barclay’s head. “I’ve got you. I do.”

  “I don’t want you hurt either, Rec.”

  “I won’t be. I don’t think that’s an issue. I trust that you’re here because you’re interested in me and enjoying our explorations.” He knew Barclay had a good heart.

  “I am. I’m here because I like you. Because I like us.”

  “Then we’re good.” Tilting Barclay’s head, Rec gave him a kiss, tongue sweeping through Barclay’s mouth, tasting him yet again.

  Barclay hummed and finally, blessedly, relaxed against him.

  Good. Very good. He let his eyes close and enjoyed the moment.

  Chapter Seven

  BARCLAY WOKE up in Rec’s bed, curled around Rec’s pillow. Rec had gone to work, and he was… a slacker. A real slacker.

  He made himself sit up and grab his phone, check Tumblr and Instagram, and then he got in his chair, butt naked, and started cleaning. It wasn’t too bad—Rec obviously kept a fairly neat house. It felt good to be doing something, though. To be helping out.

  He changed the sheets and ran the dishwasher, cleaned the bathroom, then took a shower.

  He was back in the chair, still naked, when he heard the front door open. “Hey, honey, I’m home!”

  “Hey you.” He wheeled out, towel in his lap. “How was your morning?”

  “Good. Look at you.” Rec licked his lips and waggled his eyebrows. He was hot in a pair of Lycra workout shorts and a tight T-shirt.

  “I just showered.” And now he was tingling, all over.

  “You look good enough to eat. Can I?” Rec came over and bent, taking a kiss.

  “Are you….” He let himself kiss back, luxuriate for a long minute.

  Rec drew back eventually and rubbed their noses together. “Am I what? Going to eat you? Absolutely yes! If it was something else, you’ll have to let me know before I answer.” Rec smile was warm, his eyes twinkling happily.

  “I was going to ask if you were hungry.”

  “I’m hungry for you.” Rec laughed softly. “God that was cheesy. True, though.”

  Barclay laughed and held on to Rec, letting Rec help him stand.

  “Mmm. You smell good.” Rec nuzzled his neck, then licked. “You really do. It’s making me want to eat you up all the more.”

  “I can handle that. I know how. Give me all you have.”

  “Bed?” Rec suggested as he tugged off his T-shirt.

  “I changed the sheets.”

  “Does that mean I need to shower too before I can use them?” Rec stripped his shorts off next, unapologetically naked.

  “No. You smell good to me.” It made him a little dizzy, honestly.

  “Cool. I like how you smell all hot and sweaty too.” Rec grabbed his hands and slowly walked him to the bedroom, leaving his chair behind.

  He felt steadier every day, more sure. A part of that was Rec’s belief that he could do things and the constant, solid support.

  Rec grinned as they got to the bedroom and sat with Barclay on the bed. Before either of them said anything, Rec took another kiss, devouring his mouth. It felt so good, so right, and he couldn’t bear to not touch, to not stroke Rec’s needy prick.

  Rec was ready for him, already heavy.

  Groaning, Rec dropped his head back, exposing the long throat to him. He leaned in to kiss and lick the lovely skin, earning himself more noises from Rec. It felt good, to be able to adore, to love.

  Rec wrapped an arm around him and fell back, bringing him down too. “You okay with your legs hanging off the bed like that?” Rec asked between kisses.

  “For now.” They were going to fall as
leep, but for now they were fine.

  “Say when they’re not.” Rec tugged on his lower lip, hands sliding up and down over his back.

  “Uh-huh.” God, he loved this. He let his own hands wander, sliding them on Rec’s amazing skin. Rec’s cock was hot, hard, pressing against his belly as he lay over Rec.

  He moved experimentally, undulating carefully, and he managed to make the move without causing any pain. Rec’s smile surprised him, pleased him, and Rec moved with him, rolling back against him. They found a rhythm, their bodies coming together in the best way.

  “You’re hungry, all right.” He tweaked Rec’s nipple, tugging a little bit hard.

  Arching, Rec gasped for him, fingers digging into his skin for a second before Rec relaxed back onto the mattress. “Starving, B. You have no idea.”

  “No? You get excited with all those studs at the gym?”

  “Nope.” Rec drew his hands up along Barclay’s sides, fingers firm on his skin. “I got excited thinking about you here waiting for me. It’s exciting, having you live with me.”

  He arched under the touch, gasping softly as his muscles stretched.

  “Let’s move to the middle of the bed.” Rec shifted, tugging him up along. Rec bucked slowly, smiling as Barclay moved on the big body. “That’s better.”

  “It is. Thank you.”

  “It’s always my pleasure to make sure you’re in the best position you can be.” Rec continued to touch him, fingers sliding along his skin, slowly, firmly.

  “I’m going to get better and you won’t have to.”

  “Are we going to do acrobatics once you’re back in tiptop shape?” Rec asked, eyes dancing with amusement. “I might have to invest in a Kama Sutra.”

  “I might. You never know with me.”

  “I can’t wait to find out!” Rec drew him down into another kiss, tongue opening his lips and pushing in. When the kiss was over, Rec leaned their foreheads together. “Did you have a good morning?”

  “I cleaned up and took a shower, so yeah. I think I did okay.”

  “Good to hear. I’m glad you didn’t start working out or anything. You need your day of rest in between to let your muscles heal. Once you’re better, you can go back to full workouts every day, but for now….” Rec chuckled. “Sorry. We’re in bed—I’m not your trainer right now, I’m your lover. Sorry.” Rec nipped at the tip of his nose. “Wanna fuck?”

  Barclay rolled his eyes, and then he started laughing, holding on to Rec as he went with it.

  “Laughing at me.” Rec pouted, but the look didn’t make it to his eyes, which were laughing right along with Barclay.

  “With you.” He took a kiss, feeling free and daring. “And yes, I wanna fuck.”

  “You want to do the sling again, or you wanna lie on your belly, propped up on pillows?” Rec kept touching him, fingers sliding on his skin and leaving amazing tingles in their wake.

  “This is good. We’re here, right?” He didn’t want to leave the bed. It was cozy and warm with Rec beneath him, and it smelled good, clean and like them. Like both of them.

  He had a bed that smelled like him and his lover. How cool was that?

  “Yeah, we’re here and it’s good.” Rec nipped at his nose again, then rolled them, putting him beneath the strong body. Rec undulated against him, all their bits dragging in the most delicious way.

  “Oh….” He tried to arch up, meet Rec, and he managed with just a few twinges.

  “That okay?” Rec asked, rolling against him again. He swore he could feel the hairs on Rec’s thighs against his balls.

  “Uh-huh. It’s okay. I’m okay.”

  “Okay.” Rec chuckled again, then kissed him, stealing his breath on this one as their bodies worked to rub together.

  Then he was so much more than “okay;” he felt almost normal.

  Rec had the magical ability to move against him and touch him at the same time and make it all seem normal and natural and amazing too. “I’m going to turn you over, sweet boy, and take your ass. Make it last.”

  He moaned, the sudden image Rec put in his head intoxicating. Fuck yes, and also please.

  He helped, but Rec did most of the work, putting him on his belly, then sliding a pillow beneath him so his ass was pushed up.

  “Mmm… look at that. All mine.”

  He blushed, heat moving down his back.

  Rec hummed, fingers sliding from his shoulders on down, taking the same route his blood had. “God, you make me ache. You and your sweet hole.”

  “Rec!”

  “Hmm? Spread for me.”

  He did so automatically, Rec’s word all he needed.

  “Such a good boy. I’ll keep you.” Rec tapped his hole.

  He jerked, pushing back without even thinking about it. More. He wanted more.

  “Mmm… needy too. I approve.”

  He was, but because Rec seemed happy about it, he wasn’t horribly embarrassed.

  “More.”

  “Everything you can handle.” Rec bit his asscheek playfully.

  He yelped, but it was from surprise more than hurt, and Rec’s chuckle made him smile. “Sorry. You surprised me.”

  “I’m always looking for new ways to give you sensation.” Rec licked where he’d bitten and the sudden wet heat was enough to make him gasp.

  “You’re something else. A good lover.”

  “You’re inspirational, B.” Rec rubbed his cheek along Barclay’s ass, then licked his crack from top to bottom, right across his hole.

  He jerked away, the motion immediate, the heat huge. And Rec did it again, then again and again, his entire body lighting up from it.

  “Please…. It’s big.”

  “Just breathe and enjoy it.” Rec didn’t stop, the licking making Barclay shiver with how good it felt.

  He wanted to touch himself, but more than that, he wanted not to, to let the pleasure go on and on and on. Rec certainly wasn’t giving any indications that he was going to stop licking his hole.

  His balls drew up, his thighs beginning to shake, and he needed more. Like Rec knew, he spread Barclay’s cheeks and pushed his tongue right in.

  “Oh God!” He cried out, shocked, unsure what to do.

  Rec hummed and that made everything even bigger. Tongue-fucking him. That’s what Rec was doing, pushing that tongue into him over and over.

  He drove down into the pillow, trying to fuck himself, to get himself off. It wasn’t enough, though, and Rec wasn’t helping, not giving him any other sensation but that tongue pushing in and out of him. The pleasure was like nothing he’d ever felt before.

  A coil of need tightened inside him, his entire body lighting up.

  “When you’re ready, I’m going to push inside you. Take you until you can’t stand it another second and shoot your junk all over that pillow.”

  “Please. Please, I’m ready. I want you.”

  “You have to wait until I think you’re ready.” Rec continued licking.

  “No fair. I need. God.” He was going to lose his mind.

  “I’m not going to leave you hanging.”

  He believed it. He did. He believed it, but he still begged.

  And Rec still tongue-fucked him, sliding one hand down to stroke his balls.

  He bucked up, the gentle touch seeming so huge.

  It went on and on until he thought he was going to start screaming. Finally, Rec backed off and he heard the crinkle of the condom package opening and knew it wouldn’t be long before he had Rec inside him.

  He arched, feeling so loose, so easy. Two fingers moved in, slick and almost frictionless, and he arched back against them—he needed more.

  Rec’s fingers disappeared, and then he got what he needed, Rec’s thick length nudging against him, slowly opening him up. He sighed softly, letting his eyes drop closed.

  “You like that, B? Like feeling my cock inside you?” Rec kept pushing, sending his cock deep.

  “Yes,” he moaned, spreading wider so Rec could sink
in farther.

  “Yeah, I like being inside you too.” Rec’s voice had gone low and needy. He finally stopped moving forward when he was fully in, hips snugged up against Barclay’s ass. Then he began to rock, staying buried.

  Barclay whimpered and bucked back, trying to get more.

  “Patience, B. We’re going to take our time.” Rec stayed right there, not speeding, not moving faster. Keeping complete control.

  “Trying to be patient. Trying.”

  “Fact that you don’t want to be means I’m doing my job.” Rec pressed kisses across the back of his neck, adding sensations—making him want things to move along even more.

  No matter what he did, Rec never sped up.

  “Gonna make it last, B. Gonna make you beg for more.” Rec’s kisses moved lower, running from one shoulder blade to the other, tongue sliding on his skin.

  “No fair….” God, it was hot, perfect.

  “I’m going to make you come like you’ve never come before. I think that’s plenty fair.” Rec licked from the top of his spine on down, cock finally sliding partially out of him. Then the lick moved back up, Rec’s cock pushing right back in. Barclay felt every centimeter, filling him up and making him ache.

  More circling happened, making him shudder. He lost track of time, of everything but the cock inside him and Rec’s body over him, so hot, so solid. So right there.

  Time stopped, leaving him with low cries and a deep ache.

  He nearly screamed when Rec began moving properly, thrusting into him and nudging his gland.

  “Oh, you’re ready for me now, aren’t you?”

  All he could do was nod.

  “Yeah, I thought so.” Rec moved faster, finding a good, solid rhythm that finally felt like it was building toward coming. Barclay met every single thrust, making his muscles work.

  It felt good, being able to participate, to press back into each thrust. To make Rec moan the way he currently was.

  “Don’t stop, B. I want to feel you.”

  The words encouraged him, and he drove back onto Rec’s cock.

  “Fuck yeah.” Rec thrust in harder, and coupled with his own movements, that slammed Rec’s cock up against his gland in the best way. A low cry left him, and he repeated the motion, sending lightning through his body.