Real or Not

by Tymber Dalton

  When he turned, Brett was standing right there, and dropped his bags where he stood.

  He stared down into Brett’s brown eyes and realized he was reaching for Brett even as the man was reaching for him, too. Kodie grabbed him by the shirt and hauled him in for a long, deep kiss he’d wanted to give him all during the drive.

  “Bedroom,” Brett mumbled around his lips. “Now.”

  Kodie backed down the hallway, even as they were pulling at each other’s clothes. By the time they reached Kodie’s bedroom, they were both naked. He didn’t bother reaching for the light switch, either. He fell back onto his bed, Brett landing on top of him.

  “How do you feel about testing the acoustics with a spanking right now, boy?”

  “I think that’s the best damn idea I’ve heard in my life, Sir.”

  Brett sat up and swung off him so Kodie could roll over onto his stomach.

  He felt Brett lean in. When Brett softly spoke into his left ear, Kodie shivered. “How about more than a spanking?”

  “Whatever Sir wants.” Kodie didn’t want to let his mind go to dark places, to wondering if this was really going to last.

  What he wanted to do was dive in and have as many experiences with Brett as possible right now.

  Just in case.

  In case Brett left again.

  Tonight, however, Kodie didn’t want to think like that. He wanted to get every bit of this that he could, make every memory, and not think about tomorrow or the next day or a week or month from now.

  Only tonight.

  Brett shifted positions on the bed, and his hands settled on Kodie’s ass, squeezing, fingers digging in. To the point of pain, making Kodie suck in a sharp breath.

  And making his trapped cock throb against the mattress.

  He’d missed this—all of this. Not just the play and the sex, but feeling like his place in the world was…secure.

  Like his heart was protected.

  Like his lonely soul had found a partner and received an answer from the wilderness.

  Like he wasn’t alone anymore.

  “Who do you belong to, boy?”

  “You, Sir,” Kodie answered without even having to think about it. “I’ve always belonged to you.”

  A throaty chuckle rolled from Brett. “The truth is, I’ve always belonged to you, too. I was just too scared and stupid to follow through with it. Until now.”

  Brett eased up on his grip but leaned in and bit him, hard, on the left ass cheek. Kodie fought back a whimper and fisted the covers, but he didn’t move, didn’t safeword.

  Not for this.

  Never.

  After sucking and licking that bite mark, Brett moved to Kodie’s right ass cheek and repeated the treatment, back and forth, leaving mark after mark along his ass and upper thighs, interspersed with him digging in his thumbs. Each jolt of pain sent delicious shards of pleasure straight to his cock.

  Yes, this. This had been missing from every relationship he’d tried to have. The unapologetic taking of whatever Brett wanted from him, giving him pain in return and all wrapped up in a deliciously sadistic package.

  This.

  Him.

  Finally, Brett sat up again and started spanking him. Open-handed impacts, at first. Kodie didn’t bother holding back his moans as Brett transitioned into pummeling, up and down the backs of his legs, up his back, across his shoulders and down his upper arms, driving Kodie deeper into subspace than he’d been in…

  Well, since the last time he and Brett had played, over a decade ago.

  Fuck, how he’d missed it.

  “Going to put in an order first thing tomorrow morning,” Brett whispered in Kodie’s right ear. “Have them ship it next-day air. Need some paddles, and cuffs, and canes, and all sorts of things to properly take care of my boy.”

  “There’s a feed store on the way to my shop, Sir,” Kodie breathlessly volunteered. “They sell tack. I’m sure they carry riding crops.”

  Brett nibbled on the shell of his ear. “Ooooh, baby. Then we’ll definitely be stopping by there first thing in the morning.”

  When Brett sat up that time, he slowly raked his nails down Kodie’s back before starting in again with the spanking and impact play. After one brief pause, where it felt like Brett climbed out of bed, he quickly returned and Kodie heard the snap of a belt.

  “I can use this tonight on you, though.” That was the only warning Kodie got before the belt bit into his flesh, leaving a gorgeously agonizing stripe of fiery pain behind.

  “Yes!” Kodie gasped.

  “Hands and knees, boy,” Brett ordered. “Legs together.”

  Kodie complied, and Brett used the belt on his ass and the backs of his thighs. Slowly, methodically, working his way up and down and not leaving an inch of real estate untouched, from the feel of it.

  By the time Brett dropped the belt onto the bed and knelt behind Kodie, Kodie thought his cock would explode if he didn’t get relief soon.

  There’s my libido. Welcome back.

  Brett nudged his legs apart and pressed his body along Kodie’s, wrapping his arms around him and holding him. Brett’s flesh felt deliciously cool against his flaming ass and thighs.

  Fingers closed on Kodie’s nipples and squeezed, making him whimper. “Tell me what you want, boy.”

  “I need Sir’s cock. Please!” He lowered his head and shoulders to the bed and ground his ass against Brett. He felt Brett’s stiff cock rubbing against him, and it was good to know he still had the same effect on his Sir that his Sir had on him.

  “Condoms and lube?”

  Kodie pointed to the left nightstand with his hand. He felt Brett lean and heard the drawer open. A moment later, Brett had him lubed and was sliding his condom-clad cock into Kodie’s ass.

  Rolling his back, he tried to thrust against Brett, but he grabbed Kodie’s hips and held him still with his pubes against Kodie’s ass.

  “No.” Brett’s voice sounded tight, strained. “Just stay still for a moment, boy.”

  Kodie tried to play, to flex his ass around Brett’s cock, and received a hard slap against his left hip for it, making him chuckle.

  “No,” Brett gasped. “Don’t do that, dammit! I don’t want to blow yet. You want your fucking, you’ll give me a minute.”

  Kodie couldn’t help it. He lifted his head and looked over his left shoulder at Brett. In the light from the hallway, his face was cast in shadows, the beard and mustache even sexier in this light.

  Everything about this felt…perfect.

  Like putting on your favorite shoes after having lost them under the bed for months.

  “I love you, Brett.”

  Brett froze, then his grip on Kodie’s hips eased and he stroked his back. “I love you, too, Kode. I always have, and I always will.” He grinned, the evil, sadistic grin that made Kodie’s cock jerk and twitch. “Underwear rules are back in effect, by the way. Don’t you fucking dare let me catch you wearing them without permission.”

  “Jesusfuck!” Kodie gasped. He reached under himself and grabbed his cock, squeezing around the base, trying to hold back.

  Brett’s tone dropped into darkly dangerous territory. “That rule is back in effect, too. You come without permission, you’ll wish you hadn’t.”

  Kodie whined, now biting down on his lower lip to remain in control. “Yes, Sir!”

  Brett’s hand closed around Kodie’s on his cock and squeezed, harder, almost to the point of pain. “Soooo many things I plan on ordering to use on my boy. So many devious butt plugs and cock rings and allll sorts of toys. Just think, you’ll be on TV working on a bike, no underwear, and with a fat plug stuffed up that gorgeous ass, and a thick cock ring making your package stand out. No one but me will know.”

  Kodie whimpered again. “Please, Sir.”

  “Please, what, boy? Please stuff your ass and torture you like that?”

  “Yes, Sir!” God, that thought was evilly hot. Especially when he thought about maybe Brett’s fath
er watching. Being able to sneakily rub it in the man’s face without him even knowing.

  Brett’s hand released Kodie’s and returned to his hip. “Don’t you come until I tell you to, boy,” he ordered and started fucking Kodie.

  Not just fucking him, but plowing him hard, flesh slapping against flesh and Brett’s fingers digging into Kodie’s hips.

  If he was lucky, he’d have the imprints of his Sir’s hands there in the morning.

  He hoped.

  He tugged on his cock and breathed, wanting to obey, knowing exactly what Brett wanted. He loved making Kodie come just before he blew, so he could feel Kodie squeezing his cock as he shot his own load.

  Back then, they’d reached a point of perfection, achieving it nearly every time.

  And Kodie loved it, too, because it was a personal point of pride for him to make his Sir happy.

  “I missed you so fucking much,” Brett gasped. “Now, boy.”

  Kodie furiously pounded at his cock, his own climax erupting nearly immediately as Brett’s cock drilled his ass. His hand filled with hot cum as his balls pumped it out of him, achingly sweet and pleasurable, like he hadn’t really come in…years. When Brett eventually fell still buried deep inside him, only the sound of them catching their breath filled the room for a moment.

  And then he heard Brett sniffle.

  Like a flash, Kodie sat up and turned, wrapping his arms around Brett, holding him, not caring about the mess or anything else. Brett desperately clung to Kodie as they knelt there for several long minutes.

  “I don’t know how I’ll do this,” Brett whispered, “but I swear, I’m never walking away from you again. I understand that you have no reason to trust me, but I promise.”

  Kodie’s grip on him tightened even more. “I do trust you, Sir,” he said. “I do.”

  After a quick shower, they ate their sandwiches and returned to Kodie’s bed. Brett fell asleep almost immediately, but Kodie laid there and watched him for several minutes and prayed he hadn’t made a mistake letting him back into his heart.

  * * * *

  On the way into work the next morning, yes, they did stop by the tack shop. Brett’s evil smirk as he picked three different riding crops and carried them to the counter to purchase them made Kodie’s cock harden in his shorts.

  Which was easy for it to do, considering he was free-balling it.

  After work, Kodie took Brett into Brooksville to go shopping, so he’d have clothes for the week, but neither of them talked about him leaving.

  They talked about everything else but that.

  They also went grocery shopping, and when Brett refused to let Kodie pay, and pulled him in for a sweet kiss right there in the checkout line, Kodie desperately hoped this would last.

  That they would last.

  Tuesday night, they got to use the new implements and other toys that were awaiting them in a discrete and unmarked box they found sitting on Kodie’s front porch. Brett had apparently put the order in early Monday morning via his phone while watching the film crew set up for their shots.

  Over the next several days, Kodie found himself no longer trying to mentally put the brakes on this. If Brett turned around and hurt him again, Kodie knew he’d have no one but himself to blame.

  Except…this felt real.

  Different than before.

  This felt permanent. No shadowy, background fragility or hesitance in anything Brett did this time around. Brett was careful not to engage in too many PDAs around the film crew—who turned out to be the same crew that filmed the Otherworlds show, which Kodie still wanted to fanboy over—but when alone, or even when with Kodie’s employees, Brett didn’t hesitate to hold Kodie’s hand, or drape an arm around him, or even brush a kiss across his lips.

  Unthinkable before, between them. Never in public, that was for damn sure.

  Finally, Brett made his flight reservation for the next Monday morning, and they planned to spend Sunday night at the hotel at Tampa International, so they wouldn’t have to get up so damn early in the morning and could spend some extra time together.

  They even brought the new toys with them, which Kodie would take back home with him. After a long, sexy scene, Brett slipped out of Sir mode and the two of them made love.

  Brett cupped Kodie’s face in his hands and stared into his eyes. “Thank you for giving me a second chance, baby.”

  Kodie slanted his lips over Brett’s. “Yeah, well, don’t shave this off, asshole.” He smirked. “I really dig this look on you.” He brushed his thumb over Brett’s goatee, his mustache.

  Brett smiled and leaned in for another kiss. “Whatever my boy wants, my boy gets.”

  “I want you.”

  Brett’s smile faded. “I’m yours. As long as you don’t mind me probably being an emotional mess for a little while when I tell Dad.”

  “I don’t care. Just don’t chicken out on me.”

  “Never.”

  Early that Monday morning, after a long, tearful hug in the main terminal, Brett looked up at him. “I’ll be back Friday night,” he said. “And then fly back up there Monday morning. We’ll do this until I’m down here for the filming. Okay?”

  “After that?” Kodie had to ask it.

  Needed to hear him say it.

  “We’ll figure it out. Weekends, at the very least. More sooner, if a new job pans out for me. I’m not going to leave you having to support me.”

  “You don’t understand—I would love to support you. I can support both of us, if I need to. I meant it back then, and I still mean it now.”

  Brett smiled and brushed his thumb over Kodie’s lips. “I know you can, and do. I don’t want you to have to support us. But I promise, if I haven’t found a new job within six months, I’ll quit and move regardless. No longer than that.”

  “Six months?”

  “From today,” Brett clarified. “And you’ll get me every weekend, at the very least. I promise. Unless weather cancels a flight or something.”

  Okay, that wasn’t so bad. He kissed Brett again. “Yes, Sir.”

  Brett stared up at him. “Be my good boy,” he whispered. “I’ll text you as soon as I’m on the ground, and I’ll call you tonight. Send me a text once you’re back in Brooksville, okay?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Love you, boy.”

  “Love you, too, Sir.”

  One last kiss, and he was left watching Brett walk up to the TSA official checking boarding passes before allowing people on the monorails to the airside terminals.

  He waited until Brett gave him one last wave before stepping into the monorail, and then watched as the monorail whisked him away.

  He sighed.

  Please don’t let me down, Sir.

  * * * *

  Brett had just made it through security and was settling in at the gate to await his flight when Ryan Ausar texted him.

  I have to be in the DC area tomorrow. Would love to meet with you and Darren for dinner.

  Wow, the guy was up early. He texted him back.

  I’m fine with that. You’ll have to coordinate with Dad, though. I’m at TIA, waiting on my flight right now.

  Ryan responded with a thumbs-up emoji.

  By the time he landed at Dulles and turned his phone back on, he had another reply from Ausar.

  Talked to Darren, and we’re on for dinner with him and Pete and Jaylynn tomorrow night. Looking forward to it.

  Brett groaned as he read the message.

  Well, at least one of us is looking forward to it, he thought.

  Chapter Ten

  Monday afternoon, Brett had been home at his condo for less than an hour when his doorbell rang.

  Fuck.

  He walked over and peeked through the viewfinder, irritated to see Jaylynn standing there.

  Even knowing whatever this was wouldn’t go well, he wanted to get it over with. He opened the door and stood there, blocking her entry. “What?”

  She grimly smiled. “Oh, you’ll
want to do this inside, not out here. Trust me.”

  He finally stepped aside, but he remained by the door after closing it. “What do you want, Jay? I told you, we’re over.”

  She walked over to the couch before she turned to face him. “No no no, you don’t get to take that tone with me, honey. I wasted two fucking years of my life on you, and I find you fucking around on me, with a guy?”

  “Technically, we were done fucking around when you showed up. And I never asked you to come to Miami. Plus, I’d already broken up with you. I made that pretty clear on Friday, before I left. So we weren’t a ‘thing.’ No cheating involved.”

  “How many other guys were there before him, huh?”

  “None. He’s the only guy I’ve ever been with, and I’ve known him since we were kids. You wouldn’t understand.”

  “Well, I understand something.” Her smile turned positively reptilian as well as turned his stomach. “Your father, and mine, are from an older generation, and it’s no secret to either of us that both of them are bigoted as fuck. They don’t care if they have someone gay working for them, but they damn sure don’t want a child who’s gay. You have a good life, making a lot of money. So you’re going to marry me, and I won’t say anything to either of them about what I saw.”

  He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the door. “You realize that’s extortion, right?”

  “I don’t give a shit what it’s called, asshole. I will not be humiliated like this. So either you do this, or I’m going to ruin your life.”

  “Well, if you thought I wasn’t giving you sex before, you damn sure wouldn’t be getting it even if I did agree to your scam, which I’m not.”

  “I think you will.” Her smile widened. “Daddy’s retiring next year. Your father doesn’t even know that yet. That means I’m going to be the COO of the company. That’s a lot of fucking money to walk away from, Brett. We can leverage your father out the door. We’ll have a quiet prenup that gives us both a lot of money, and then in a few years, we’ll get divorced, citing irreconcilable differences, and we’re both happy.”