by Luna, David
Gideon nodded and Sebastian breathed out a sigh of relief as they turned to the last full page before the signature page. Feeling excited about the possibility of signing the contract, if he could only get through the long weekend ahead, keeping the Dom’s interest. Gideon watched him closely, making Sebastian uncomfortable under the scrutiny. Sebastian set aside the contract, realizing Gideon had something on his mind.
“I need to explain some things to you, before we go any further.”
“Okay.”
“This contract, if we sign it after this weekend, is all we can have together. I’m not good with relationships. It’s not what I’m looking for. I want to say that now, so that you understand that going in.”
Sebastian shrugged, not surprised in the least. Relationships didn’t happen to him. He wasn’t what people termed “a catch.” Not having much to offer anyone kept him well insulated from romantic entanglements. “That’s fine, Sir.”
“I’m a good Dom. You’ll get what you need from me there. I’m also very physically demonstrative, even playful and affectionate with my contracted subs. It’s important to me that I not only meet your needs in a dungeon setting, but also in the bedroom.”
Sebastian grinned. “If the hot frotting session we just had was anything to go by, I can agree with that, Sir.”
Gideon chuckled. “Brat. I just mean that I’m the type of person that likes to touch and be touched. It’s important to have that connection between a Dom and their sub. I think all too often it’s missing. But if I hold you while you’re sleeping, or touch you casually while we’re talking, I can’t have you confusing my affection for love.”
“I don’t have a problem with that.”
“I’ll want my hands on you, often, and I’ll want to bend you over every surface in my home. But I won’t be taking you out to dinner or sending you flowers at work. I won’t be buying you gifts for special occasions, or asking you out to the movies. We won’t be spending holidays together, as that’s a time for family and I don’t want to blur those lines. I don’t want to confuse you or have you hoping that I’ll change my mind. That’s not gonna happen.”
Sebastian’s smile remained. “You don’t have to worry about me expecting more from you, Sir.”
Gideon’s eyes narrowed. “You sound pretty sure of yourself. Why is that?”
Sebastian thought about how to say it in a way that wouldn’t pose further questions. The blame was at his feet. He’d never be the one someone chose for their forever. He’d long since made peace with that and knew it to be true; like he knew the sun would rise in the morning, and set in the evening. “I’m not built for that, I guess. I’ve never been a romantic relationship sort of guy.”
When Gideon stared at him for several drawn-out moments, as if challenging and assessing what he’d said, Sebastian held his breath. Only when he realized that Gideon could see what he needed to see in his eyes, did Sebastian relax.
Gideon nodded. “Okay, that’s great. I’m glad we’re on the same page.”
Sebastian smiled and kept his gaze on the larger man, loving the soft touches he was absentmindedly giving his feet. Moving Sebastian’s feet off his lap, Gideon pulled him onto his lap to straddle him. Sebastian’s shirt—still hiked up from Gideon’s roving hands—revealed his stomach and he watched as Gideon’s eyes traveled down his chest to his navel. He looked down as well, as Gideon reached out his hand, gathering some of the cum that had escaped his jeans on his fingers.
Sebastian watched as Gideon looked at his own fingers and licked his lips. He thought Gideon was going to lick it off, which would have been so hot, but got even more turned on when he used those same fingers to open Sebastian’s mouth and slide them in. Sebastian gripped onto Gideon’s wrist and wrapped his lips around Gideon’s fingers, his dick giving a jerk in his pants as it tried, and failed, to get hard again. It was a close thing, though, as Gideon’s growl nearly did the trick.
“Clean them off, boy.”
Once he did, Gideon went back for more, until his stomach was cleaned of his own spunk. When Gideon finally pulled his fingers out of Sebastian’s mouth for the last time he gripped his face in both hands and pulled Sebastian down for a kiss that stole his breath. His Dom’s tongue swept in, as if searching for any lingering essence of Sebastian’s cum. He gripped Gideon’s muscular arms to keep from just floating off in blissful euphoria.
Gideon drew them apart and Sebastian tried again. “Please, can I make you come, Sir?”
Gideon smiled, kissing him one more time. “Tonight was for you. The next time I come, I’m gonna be buried balls deep in your tight ass. Which brings me to the bag I brought with me.”
Shivers wracked Sebastian’s body at the promise of what was to come and he could do nothing but nod his head. Gideon stood and he locked his legs around his Dom. He used a hand to push Sebastian’s hair away from his face. He tried to turn his face away, uncomfortable being on display in front of the gorgeous man and having him see all his flaws up close and personal.
But Gideon’s grip was firm and he drew Sebastian’s gaze back to his. Kissing Sebastian on the lips, and then ever so softly on both cheeks and then his forehead, Gideon set him back on his feet and gripped Sebastian’s hand in his as he walked them both towards the table.
He handed the bag over and Sebastian peered inside the paper gift bag and saw several boxes. Pulling them out he realized he was the proud owner of a new bottle of lube and four different sizes of butt plugs, the last of which had his eyes popping wide. If the size of that one was any indication, he better be taking things seriously. He put the items back in the bag and set it down, unsure what to say. Gideon drew him back in with a palm to his ass and a smirk on his face.
“Beginning tonight, for a couple hours, I want you to begin wearing the smallest one. By the time Sunday morning rolls around, I want you to be able to take the biggest one for that amount of time. Think you can do that for me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy. No coming or touching yourself between now and tomorrow night at my place, unless it’s to wash, shave, plug, or relieve yourself. Is that understood?”
Sebastian nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“Pack enough clothes to stay until Tuesday. You can leave early from my place to drop Slap and Tickle back at home before work.”
Sebastian sounded like a broken record and tried to hide his grin. “Yes, Sir.”
After a quick spank to Sebastian’s ass, Gideon growled, “Be good for me.”
Sebastian couldn’t hide the grin at that comment. He nodded and watched as Gideon walked out of his place, making his way to an enormous boxy and expensive looking SUV. God the man was sex on wheels; big, heavy duty, all terrain wheels, apparently.
Fuck him sideways, he was gonna fall hard for the man. It could be quick and painful, or it might take a while, but he knew without a doubt in his mind it was only a matter of time. Shrugging, he picked up Slap and Tickle and began to walk upstairs to bed, all the while telling them he knew what he was getting himself into, knew it would end with his heart broken, but that he wouldn’t want to miss the ride, no matter how much it broke him when Gideon ended it.
EARLIER THAT DAY, HE’D MET his brother at the Custos Securities offices, and they’d had a discussion regarding Lars Janssen. He’d given Zavier all the information he had on the man, including everything he knew about what the man had done to his team, regardless of the fact that it was classified. He was hiring CS to find him, and he wanted Zavier to be armed with all of the info he had available.
Zavier argued about the hiring, refusing to be paid, but they all had each other’s account information and when he threatened to pay him personally instead of paying CS directly, he’d acquiesced. Then, Zavier shocked the hell out of him and offered him a position at CS. Apparently, they could use a man with Gideon’s background and the offer was open-ended.
When he tried to explain why he’d gotten out of the business, Zavier reminded him that d
oing what he assumed he’d done for the CIA was different than what they did at CS. Gideon said he’d think about it, feeling conflicted that a part of him wanted to join their ranks, against his better judgement.
When Zavier compromised, and said he’d take him on as a consultant, Gideon said he’d try it out. Why that appealed to him, he didn’t know, but thought perhaps keeping his mind sharp, rather than physically going out on jobs, might do him some good. Though he wondered if he was just seeking a reason to say yes.
Gideon passed the time working that evening, while he waited for his boy. Sebastian had said he didn’t know when he’d be done, but the fact that it was nearing 10 p.m. didn’t sit well with Gideon. They’d agreed that when he arrived, he’d head directly up to Gideon’s loft and key in the same code he used at the club.
He received a system text that someone had keyed into his loft and he walked to the front desk to let Khaleo know he was leaving and not to disturb him unless the place was burning down. He also explained that Roarke was covering until Tuesday. At Khaleo’s raised brow Gideon smirked and took the elevator to his loft. He didn’t need to explain himself, and his club was like the proverbial grapevine, it would be known soon enough that he’d signed a boy.
He glanced at his watch, saw that it was nearly 10:15 p.m. and shook his head. He didn’t like the fact that Sebastian worked weekends. He got the distinct feeling that the boy was holding back information from him about any number of things, but he wasn’t going to push. Yet. As the bell dinged and the door slid open, both kittens stopped playing with their toys and their tails puffed up as they both started doing a sort of scared side shuffle that had Gideon chuckling as he stepped into the room.
The elevator closed and the kittens sped toward him, winding around his feet as he squatted to pet them both. They tumbled over each other trying to hop up on his knee, and he gazed at Sebastian. His boy was leaning against the back of a chair, amusement sparkling in his eyes as he watched Gideon interacting with his little terrors. His shy finger wave did things to Gideon that he’d have to think on later.
He continued to give the kittens attention but kept his eyes on Sebastian. “You wearing a plug, boy?”
The blush pushed even more of his buttons and he smiled as his boy nodded and said, “Yes, Sir.”
Gideon, still squatting with the kittens, rested his elbows on his knees as he gazed up at his boy, grinning. “You look good enough to eat.”
Sebastian’s blush deepened and he turned his face away, avoiding eye contact. Gideon watched as an emotional wall came up, insulating his sub from any unwanted compliments he didn’t believe were genuine. He’d have to work on that.
“Speaking of eating. Have you had dinner?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Come on into the kitchen, I’m gonna grab a beer and you can look through what I’ve got to see if you want anything.”
Sebastian followed him quietly and when Gideon pulled a beer from his fridge, he left it open for Sebastian to look through. He saw a spark of interest and then a sideways glance at Gideon before he shrugged and said, “I’ll just take water.”
“Nope.”
That brought Sebastian’s focus directly on him. His eyebrows reaching toward his hairline. “Pardon?”
Gideon grinned at his boy’s proper response and used the neck of his beer bottle to point at the fridge. “You saw something that interested you in there. Go ahead.”
A blush crept up the boy’s neck to his cheeks and Gideon smiled wider, wondering what on earth could garner that much embarrassment from his refrigerator. He frowned when Sebastian insisted that water was what he wanted. That wouldn’t do at all.
Setting his beer down he lifted Sebastian up and sat him on the countertop, and watched as the boy wiggled to get his plug-ladened ass comfortable. He smiled and wedged himself between the boy’s legs. Watching his eyes dilate when he wrapped both of his legs around his waist like he’d done the night before sent a little thrill through Gideon. He loved how Sebastian responded to him.
He leaned in and trailed soft kisses up Sebastian’s neck, smiling when he felt his whole body shiver. Kissing his way to his ear he whispered, “What’s got you blushing in my fridge? Hmm?”
Before Sebastian could respond Gideon kissed his lips and pulled back. “We’re not gonna move from this spot until you tell me. I’m a very patient man, Sebastian.”
Sebastian huffed, blushing again. “You’ll laugh.”
Gideon laughed. Guilty as charged. And reveled in the fact that Sebastian felt comfortable enough to shove him away playfully.
“See? I told you, you’d laugh!”
“You haven’t even told me what you want yet!”
“Well, I’m not gonna tell you now!”
Gideon snuck back in between the boy’s legs and tested a theory from a response he’d gotten the night before, digging his thumb lightly into Sebastian’s ribs. When the boy squeaked, and tried to shove him away again, he dug his fingers into Sebastian’s other side until he was squirming and trying desperately to get away from those tickling digits.
“CHOCOLATE MILK!”
Gideon stopped his torture in complete surprise. A laugh escaping before he could stop it. “What?”
Sebastian’s mouth dropped open at his audacity. “See?! You laughed!”
Gideon gripped the edge of the counter, leaning into Sebastian, the top of his head resting on Sebastian’s shoulder, hiding his face as he kept laughing. “I’m not! Really. I’m not.”
Sebastian gasped and tried to shove him away. “You so are!”
He shook his head and cleared his throat, finding himself completely surprised, pleasantly so, that he was having so much fun. When was the last time he’d had fun like that? His expression serious, he gazed into Sebastian’s eyes, his own twinkling with mirth. “I’m not. I promise. This is serious. Chocolate milk is serious business. Hang on.”
He went about getting out a long ice cream spoon and the largest glass he could find. He filled it with milk and got the chocolate syrup out of the door of his fridge and proceeded to brandish it high above the milk glass, squeezing a ridiculous amount of chocolate into the glass with a flourish.
Setting the syrup down, he held up the spoon to be examined by Sebastian, who was now crossing his arms over his chest, eyes narrowed, doing his level best not to laugh. When he nodded, Gideon proceeded to take said spoon and stir in the chocolate, the milk changing color gradually until it was as dark as he could probably get it.
When Sebastian moved to pick it up, Gideon held up his finger and turned to a drawer. Back a second later, he was brandishing a plastic, bright blue, loopy straw with a penis as the tip and Sebastian lost the fight and finally let loose his laughter. When Gideon handed him the huge glass of chocolate milk he took it with greedy hands and started drinking from the penis with outrageously exaggerated enjoyment, making Gideon laugh again.
When he finally stopped drinking, the glass was half empty and Sebastian smacked his lips. “Ahh! Sooo good! Thank you, Sir.”
Completely charmed, and thoroughly enjoying himself, Gideon replied, “You’re welcome. I’ll keep it stocked for you.”
Sebastian tried his best to look stern. “See that you do.”
They grinned at each other a few more seconds and Gideon remembered the box of pastries his brother had given him earlier. He snagged them from the counter and opened them, watching as Sebastian’s eyes widened comically and he reached in the box, but then yanked his hand back out, looking up at Gideon. “May I, Sir?”
He smiled gently and nodded, loving hearing Sebastian call him Sir. “Please. That’s why I opened the box. Braden made them.”
They snacked on the sugary confections quietly for several minutes and Sebastian took another long drink from his glass and then looked at him seriously. “Um, Sir?”
Gideon smirked. “Yeah?”
Sebastian looked down at his drink and then back up again, grinning. “Don’t think I�
��m gonna let it slide that you have an electric blue, loopy penis straw in your kitchen.”
Gideon threw his head back and laughed. “Well, see… There was this party…”
“Uh huh, sure. I’ve heard it all before!”
“You’ve heard a story about an electric blue, loopy penis straw party favor before?”
“Who hasn’t?”
“I’m gonna go out on a limb and say, probably most people.”
Sebastian smirked at him and asked, “Okay, so there was this party?”
Gideon set aside Sebastian’s glass of chocolate milk and lifted the boy off the countertop. He grabbed the milk and his beer in one hand and clasped Sebastian’s hand in the other, leading him to his large chocolate brown leather couch. They both sat, facing one another and Gideon handed back Sebastian’s tall glass of diabetes.
“There was a bachelor party for a gay couple at the club several months back. There was penis themed everything. We had a lot left over, so I put them in the storage room at the club. Occasionally, Khaleo is up here to see me and he took to bringing some of those penis party favors up and hiding them in my loft. Every once in a while, I’ll come across one of them and most of the time they end up in my kitchen so that I can gather them and bring them back down to the club.”
“I like Khaleo. Even more now, after that story.”
“Yeah, well, you say that now, but eventually you’re gonna find something penis related where it has no business being and you’re gonna wonder about the guy’s mental health.”
They grinned at each other and Gideon took Sebastian’s empty glass, setting it down on the side table and leaning in close. “You gonna lapse into a sugar coma while I’m trying to talk to you?”
“I hope not, Sir.”
“You and me both, boy. So, I’d like to propose something this weekend.”
He wrapped his hand around the back of Sebastian’s neck, tugging him closer so he could kiss the boy’s neck as he talked, causing him to squirm. “Mmm… Yes. What? Okay.”
Gideon chuckled and finally pulled back. “I think we need some time to establish trust with one another before we sign the contract. I’m proposing that this weekend isn’t about Domination and submission, or at least that’s not all it will be about.”
