Home and Heart

by Sean Michael

  “Look at him, boy. He’s out of his mind. The controlled sub, completely gone.” Luke tugged Benny’s shirt out of his jeans.

  “How is this Derek?” He whispered because he didn’t want to insult Derek, but it just… he’d never seen this strength, this… mastery before. Not from Derek.

  “He’s found his sub, and it has woken that strength up inside him. They’ve been at it for two days, learning how to work together.”

  “Weird. Hot, but weird.” Benny lifted his arms up so Luke could pull his shirt off.

  “You telling me it doesn’t make you hot?” Luke asked, putting a hand in his lap.

  “No. Look at that.”

  Sawyer begged Derek, hair dark with sweat as Derek worked his ass. Sawyer was mostly hard, fucking Derek’s thighs. “Master, I need.”

  “I know.” The plug was tugged out, slammed in. “You disobeyed, pet.”

  Benny moaned. Fuck. Fucking shit. They looked incredible together.

  Luke slid his fingers along Benny’s waistband, teasing. “Are you hard, boy?”

  “God, yes.”

  “Me too. I’ve been hard since I got home and first saw them.” Popping his top button, Luke slid his hand in, cupping Benny’s erection.

  “Master.” He leaned harder, tilting his head for a kiss, even as he watched Derek punish Sawyer.

  Luke devoured his mouth, tongue pushing in and tasting him. The hand around his cock tightened, Luke beginning to stroke. Oh, that was good. That was what he needed. Just that.

  Luke pulled out of the kiss long enough to give him a single order. “No coming until I say so, boy.”

  “I won’t. I’m good for you.” Mostly. Sometimes.

  “Except when you don’t want to be,” Luke noted, giving him a knowing smile.

  “Or when I need not to be.” Know thyself. He loved playing with Luke, loved being the brat, but sometimes he just needed and needed hard.

  Luke’s expression softened, and he cupped Benny’s cheek. “I love you, Benny. You know that, eh?”

  “I do. I know.” He leaned forward for a kiss.

  Luke gave it to him, opening his mouth, tongue sliding right in. Yeah. He knew. It was more than simply the sex that told him. Luke wasn’t just some hot guy he got off with. Hell, neither was Derek.

  It occurred to him suddenly that maybe Derek wouldn’t need them anymore. At the same time, he wasn’t going to take orders from Derek. He just wasn’t. He wasn’t ever going to be a sub like Sawyer was either, so if Luke was getting ideas from watching Sawyer….

  Luke bit his lower lip, hard, like he’d known Benny was busy thinking when he should have been paying attention to Luke’s kisses. The sharp nip made him jerk, and he growled a little, pushing into the hand that still toyed with his cock. Luke eased his hand out of Benny’s jeans in response, making him groan in protest.

  “We should try the milking.” Luke toyed with his zipper, pulling it down tooth by tooth at a snail’s pace.

  What? No. Benny shook his head. That looked like torture—Sawyer was totally out of control.

  “Easy,” Luke murmured, fingers sliding along his belly, his very tight belly. All his muscles were stiff, hard, but he began relaxing as Luke nuzzled his neck and petted him. “I was only teasing. I know what you need, and as hot as the milking is on Sawyer, it’s not in our wheelhouse. Maybe one day we’ll push your limits in that direction, but for now, we’re good.”

  “It’s not my thing.” He was pretty damn sure about that.

  Luke chuckled and rubbed their cheeks together. “Like I said, I know what you need.”

  His zipper was finally down, and Luke patted his package for a moment, still not working his hand back in to grab it.

  “Stand for me and let’s get these jeans off.”

  That he could get behind. Or in front of. Whatever. Benny stood and pushed his jeans off, his underwear going with them. The material all pooled at his ankles, and he stepped out of them by moving to stand between Luke’s legs. His prick was hard and eager and right at Luke’s eye level. He couldn’t deny how turned on he was from watching Derek and Sawyer together.

  When Luke ran his tongue around the head of Benny’s cock, he didn’t care what had turned him on—this was what was going to make him come.

  Luke wrapped his lips around Benny’s cockhead and worked his slit with a pointed tongue. The stretch stung in the best way, and his balls began to ache.

  “Gonna make me come, Luke,” he warned.

  Luke shook his head, the movement adding a special something to the suction. Then Luke pulled off. “Not until I say so, boy.”

  Benny swallowed his protest and nodded instead. “I told you I was good for you. I won’t.” He just hoped he could keep to that. Especially when Luke tightened his lips and increased the suction. Benny grabbed Luke’s head without thinking, moaning loudly.

  Luke’s smile felt weird around his prick, and Benny would lay odds on it being a wicked smile. Especially when warm fingers grasped his balls, Luke stroking them, rolling them in their sac.

  Whimpering, Benny spread his legs, giving Luke more access. Luke took advantage immediately, stroking the skin beyond his balls with a barely-there touch. That made the sudden hard pressure against his gland from the outside surprising, and he bucked without even meaning to, his cock pushing deep into Luke’s throat. He tightened his fingers in Luke’s hair, crying out as he nearly came.

  Oh fuck, that had been close.

  “Master.” He moaned the word out as Luke pressed that spot again. “I’m not going to be able to hold it back. Not if you do that.”

  Luke’s fingers gentled again, the strokes maddeningly soft now.

  He took a few panting breaths, trying to recapture his equilibrium. Each of Sawyer’s cries sent shivers along his spine, though, the ecstatic sounds alone keeping him on edge. When combined with Luke’s mouth on his cock and that constant barely-there touch along his perineum, he was almost as close as he had been moments ago.

  “Please. Please, Master, I need.” Benny wasn’t above begging.

  “What do you need, boy?” Fuck, Luke could be a tease when he wanted to.

  “You. To come. Anything you’ll give me. Everything.” A shudder went through him as Luke pressed a finger against his hole without actually pushing in. He cried out, bucking again, but Luke was ready for it this time and moved his head so Benny didn’t push any deeper into Luke’s mouth.

  Luke held him right there, finger at his ass, tongue touching his slit, but didn’t otherwise move or suck. It was like they’d frozen in this position. Benny wailed softly.

  “Whatever you choose to give me. Please, Master, that’s what I want.”

  He could almost hear the “Good, boy,” though Luke couldn’t have said it, because his mouth was still around Benny’s cock. Luke took him in to the root, and Benny tightened his fingers in Luke’s hair to keep from holding Luke in place and fucking his mouth. That would earn him a spanking at best.

  His patience was rewarded, Luke bobbing his head, pulling almost all the way off Benny’s cock before taking it all back in and swallowing around the tip. Benny sobbed as it continued. Luke was so good to him, loving on him like nobody else ever had, ever could.

  He wailed when Luke pulled off, but the words “You can come now” preceded the sudden resumption of Luke’s blow job. It only took two more swallows and a threat of teeth dragging over his cock before Benny came, his cry ringing through the room as Luke took his pleasure in. The orgasm seemed to go on and on as Luke kept sucking, and when his master’s mouth finally pulled off him, Benny’s knees went out from under him.

  Luke caught him, pulling him into his master’s lap.

  He curled into Luke’s chest, panting. When he’d finally caught his breath, he realized that Sawyer and Derek were quiet now, and he glanced over to find Derek watching him and Luke, Sawyer fast asleep in his arms.

  It made him blush somehow, which was crazy. Derek had seen him and Luke lots o
f times, often just watching, especially if he’d had his orgasm first. Then Derek smiled at him, and it wasn’t some aloof or knowing “master” smile, it was Derek’s easygoing, happy grin, and Benny smiled back at him.

  Okay, so not everything had changed. And he was sure that any minute now Luke was going to demand a blow job of his own or something, which he was very much looking forward to giving, but right this second, he was going to revel in the sensation of feeling melted and sated and let Luke hold him close.

  Chapter Thirteen

  LUKE WOKE up a little before six as usual. He knew that sleeping in for just a couple of days tended to mess with his schedule, and while he would on occasion, he tended not to. He liked having a schedule. He tugged his arm from beneath Benny and rolled to his back, stretching. Benny snuffled and pushed closer to the body on the other side of him. A glance proved that was Sawyer, who gave a small sigh and cuddled right in with Benny. It looked like Derek was already up. And that was surprising.

  He slipped out of bed and grabbed one of the robes on the back of Sawyer’s door. Wait. There were three robes there. He had to presume that Derek was already wearing one. Sawyer had picked up robes for each of them. Benny was right—the man was the sweetest and the subbyest. He was glad they were here for Sawyer. The guy would have been lost if he’d landed somewhere he had to hide his true nature. He guessed that had been the plan—ignore his own needs. It was lucky for all of them Sawyer had rented here.

  The emerald robe was silky and cool—perfect for the current weather. It made him wonder if warmer ones would appear for the winter. It wouldn’t surprise him if they did.

  He found Derek—wearing the same robe in a ruby red—in the kitchen, pulling a steaming mug out of the microwave. Derek offered him an easygoing smile.

  “Hey, Luke. You want some hot cocoa? Sawyer made it yesterday so we could warm it up as we wanted it.” Derek grabbed a bag of mini marshmallows and put a bunch into his mug.

  “That sounds great.” Luke grabbed himself a mug, noting that the coffee maker was full and ready to go with a push of the On button, while the electric kettle sat on its element, already full of water, a little tea caddy with several kinds of tea right next to it. Sawyer’s man had trained him incredibly well.

  Derek grabbed a pitcher from the fridge, popped the lid, and poured the cold cocoa into his mug.

  Luke set the mug into the microwave. “How long?”

  “I did mine for two minutes on level eight, and it’s only barely too hot.” Derek lounged against the counter and buried his nose in his mug, breathing deeply.

  Getting the microwave running, Luke warmed his cocoa. He wasn’t much of a coffee drinker—it wasn’t great for the body. “You’re up early.”

  Derek shrugged. “I guess so. I woke up wide-awake, if you know what I mean, and instead of tossing and risking waking everyone up, I figured I’d get out of bed.”

  “You got stuff on your mind?” Luke asked.

  Derek shrugged again. This time the move was even more casual—but less authentic. “I guess.”

  “You wanna talk?” The microwave beeped, and Luke pulled his cocoa out. It was steaming lightly, so obviously hot enough, as Derek had predicted. He added three of the little marshmallows to it.

  “Let’s go sit in the living room,” Derek suggested. “The kitchen chairs are pretty hard.”

  “Imagine sitting on them wearing a plug.” Luke guessed that was the reason there were no cushions on the chairs. They were meant to give a man wearing a plug quite the workout. He could picture Sawyer sitting and squirming. He could picture Benny right next to him, doing exactly the same thing but being far more vocal about how unfair it all was.

  He followed Derek into the living room, grunting approvingly when Derek chose to sit on the couch. Conversations about intimate things deserved to be had in close quarters. He sat as well, the two of them not quite touching, but close enough that he could feel Derek’s body heat.

  Derek took a careful sip of his cocoa and sat back with a happy sigh. “Perfect.”

  “Sawyer enjoys doing things for his lovers.”

  “Yeah. He’s amazing. I felt bad that he was making all our meals, but he keeps insisting that it makes him feel good to do that kind of thing. To serve.” The words were spoken like Derek was testing them out.

  “That’s exactly how he sees it—that he’s serving us. You. Service is a very important part of BDSM for some subs.” Hell, there were as many types of subs as there were subs. They could be hugely different in temperament and needs, like Sawyer and Benny, though the two of them also had much in common.

  “I guess I worry that he’s doing everything for me and I’m not doing anything for him.”

  Luke snorted at that. “Come on, Dee—I saw him yesterday. He was blissed-out. Like absolutely. And now he’s in the bedroom, sleeping deep and hard. I bet he hasn’t slept as well as this since his husband got sick. He needs what you’re giving him.”

  “Yeah, I’m beginning to see that.” Derek took a bigger sip of his cocoa. It had obviously cooled down enough because he took a second sip, this one a whole mouthful.

  Luke went ahead and tested his own, pleased that it was cool enough too. “Damn, this is good. We’re all going to benefit from Sawyer’s need to serve. I suggested to him that we could all contribute to the pot for groceries and his contribution could be to cook for us. I didn’t mean to step on any toes—you hadn’t laid your claim yet.”

  Derek’s cheeks pinked, and he ducked his head. “It sounds so… possessive when you say it like that.”

  “Do you feel possessive about him?”

  “Well, yeah.”

  “Then it’s an appropriate way to put it. I knew you had it in you, but I have to admit, you’ve taken to it like a fish to water. You’ve progressed a lot faster than I would have expected.”

  “I want to be what he needs me to be. No, I need to be what he needs me to be. I have no problem with the four of us being together, but it would make me crazy if he had to turn to you for everything.” Derek looked him in the eye. “I need to be the one to give it to him.”

  “I understand that,” he told Derek gently. He really did. He’d been living it ever since he’d come out, after all. “Are you getting what you need from the relationship too?”

  Derek laughed, cheeks going a darker red. “Oh yeah.”

  “I’m glad it’s working out.”

  “Me too.”

  “You know if you have any questions or need anything, you can always come to me.” He was totally there for Derek, and for Sawyer too.

  “I know.”

  “How did you land on the milking?” He was curious. Out of everything in the books he’d given Derek, it was on the more extreme side of the scale.

  “Sawyer told me about it. About how much he liked it.”

  That actually surprised Luke. “Oh?”

  “Yeah. We were, uh….” Derek cleared his throat. “We were talking dirty to each other, and it came up.”

  “I bet that wasn’t all that came up,” he teased.

  Derek laughed, and that seemed to relax him. “Things were kind of already up. Anyway, he asked if I’d read about fisting or milking, and of course I had, so… well, one thing led to another, and when it made him as wild as it did, it made me want to keep making him that way, to give him what he needs even more than I already did.”

  “You’ve already learned the most important lesson for being a Dom.”

  “I have?” Derek looked surprised.

  “You’re listening to your sub.”

  “Isn’t that true for being anyone’s lover?” Derek asked.

  “It should be, Dee, it really should be. But it goes double for being a Dom.”

  Derek took another mouthful of his cocoa and was quiet for a few minutes. Luke could almost see the wheels turning in his head.

  “So what’s the second most important lesson?”

  “The safeword.”

  “You m
ean that’s really a thing. Like for everyone?”

  Luke realized that Benny had never safeworded in front of Derek. Okay, so Benny had never safeworded period, but it wasn’t something they’d discussed in front of Derek either. “The safeword is so that you can push your sub and he can deny that he wants what you’re doing all he wants, but if he doesn’t safeword, you know it’s not more than he can take.”

  “But why would I want to do something to Sawyer that I know he doesn’t want? Why wouldn’t I listen when he says no or stop?”

  “Well… for a lot of couples, pushing boundaries is an important aspect of BDSM. And if you’re doing something that causes pain—pain that your sub wants—you might not notice when you push too far, you might not even realize that you have. So it’s important to have a word that stops everything.”

  “I don’t want to whip Sawyer. I don’t want to make him hurt.” Derek sounded very sure about that.

  “What if he wants that from you?”

  Derek sighed and stared down at his cup. He was quiet for long enough that Luke thought he wasn’t going to answer the question. Then he sighed again. “I don’t know if I could do it. But if I tell him that, he’s going to say that’s fine, he can live without it. But what if he really does need it?”

  “You do have the advantage of a second Dom here,” Luke noted.

  “No.” Derek’s answer was immediate and firm. “If he needs it, I’ll figure it out, come to you to learn how to do it. But I don’t want you doing anything to him that I won’t. I… I want to keep playing with you and Benny, but he’s mine. I’m sorry?”

  “You don’t have to apologize for how you feel, Dee.” In fact, Luke was pleased to hear the sentiments from Derek. It meant he was serious, that he was in it not only to make Sawyer happy, but because he felt that Sawyer was his. “And you know, you can bring up the safeword, bring up the whipping and whatnot, as one of the things you’ve read about and gauge how Sawyer feels based on that. In other words, find out if it’s something he’s into before you let him know how you feel. That way you’ll get his honest answer.”