by Aiden Bates
“What has gotten into you?” he asked when he got a chance. I wanted to make the joke that I was about to get into him, but my lips were otherwise engaged. He wrapped his hands around my waist as he kissed me back. I took my time exploring his mouth. I let my tongue dance in and out, thrashing with his and battling it. Saul tilted his head back, breaking the kiss.
“Kyler, hubby, slow down.”
I loved that his voice was almost pleading.
“I want to be inside you,” I whispered into his ear.
I sent my hands exploring his body to help illustrate my point. I began to fumble with the buttons on his pants, my fingers clumsy in their eagerness. I think he noticed the difference in my approach, because his eyes got that hard, penetrating glare that meant he was getting aroused.
I pulled him into the living room. Of all the rooms in the house, this was the one in which we fucked the most. There was just something about that thick Persian rug that brought out the kink in both of us. I led Saul to that very rug and knelt down in front of him. His pants fell to his knees, and out sprang his cock, already firm and glistening at the tip. It looked even bigger up close. And thick. There was no way I was going to fit all of him in my mouth. But I was incredibly excited to try. It was almost unthinkable that I had never given him a blow job before, despite the fact we had been together almost a month.
I swiped at the tip with one finger, collecting a bit of the pre-cum and spreading it along his shaft so it functioned as lube. His cock was slick and smooth, yet hard and unyielding. I loosened my wrist and worked my hand up the length of Saul’s cock, from tip to base. I quickened the pace as his breathing grew heavier and louder.
It felt amazing to be in control like that. Being an omega, taking charge sexually wasn’t something I did often, but I definitely loved the knowledge that I was the one giving him pleasure.
I licked the slit once, then again, and finally, I opened my mouth and eased him into it. It felt like my jaws were stretching just to accommodate his girth. He tasted salty, and that woodsy smell that I associated with him filled my nostrils. His cock went all the way down my throat, making me gag. I loved how responsive that made him, the fact that I was doing this to him.
I began to bob my head backwards and forwards, at the same time sucking and tugging at him.
It took him only a few seconds to orgasm.
Saul started groaning loudly and gripped the back of my head, his release imminent as his cock pulsed deep in my throat. He moaned loudly, his body going stiff as a board. I had half a heart to let his cock slide out of my mouth, to redirect the cum elsewhere. But I also wanted to taste him. I didn’t get a chance to decide. My mouth was suddenly full of him, and instinctively, I swallowed.
His knees buckled. He sank to his knees beside me, still panting.
I wasn’t even close to being done with him.
I grabbed his hands and pinned them behind his head, pushing him to the ground. His eyes widened in pleasant surprise.
“You like that?” I asked him, putting on my sexiest voice.
He licked his lips and nodded.
“Oh, I do. I like it very much.”
“Good, because this time, I’m in charge.”
“As you say.”
He was smiling, and I wondered if it was to assure me that it was okay, or because he was impressed. I let go of his hands and drew him onto his knees. With a firm hand, I pushed his head forward so that he was bending over, his ass sticking up in front of me in invitation.
I was only too happy to oblige. I raised my hand and brought the open palm down on his right butt cheek. The smack resonated loudly around the room. Saul gasped, but he did not move. I raised my hand and smacked him again, feeling incredibly emboldened. It was such a rush, flipping the tables like this. It was Saul who was supposed to be doing these things to me.
I smacked him a few more times, each blow sounding louder than the last, hitting harder. I concentrated on the same area to increase the pain. I had some experience with BDSM, so I knew there was such a thing as good pain. By the time I stopped, the area was a lovely shade of pink.
“You look so sexy like that,” I commented. And he did. The spanking had made him hard again. I could see his cock dangling between his legs beneath him. I reached through the backs of his legs and grabbed it.
“I’m going to fuck you,” I announced. It was bold, but I knew from what he had told me that he would be okay with it. He had experimented with being the bottom before.
I was so turned on I could feel my natural lubrication trailing down my thighs. Saul did not respond, but he bent over a little more, giving me a perfect view of his hole, and a better position to penetrate him.
I reached for the pants laying in a tangle on the floor, pulled out the lube I had brought with me and squeezed it liberally around Saul’s hole. I used my fingers to probe gently, making sure he was properly lubricated.
I grabbed my cock and slowly directed it into him.
With my hands on his hips, I thrust forward, sheathing myself completely inside him. He was incredibly tight. I felt his walls grip my cock, clenching and unclenching as he got used to the feel of me inside him. I started to move, slowly. The sight of Saul spread out on the floor in front of me like that, the idea that I was dominating him, spurred me on and I picked up the pace.
My own excitement mounted as I plunged in and out of him. Our voices were united in sweet agony; his grunting incoherent words, mine muttering his name over and over again. Still I rode him, and now he was bucking like a wild horse. I gripped his hips even tighter.
“Come on,” I heard him say through clenched teeth. “Cum with me!”
I exploded into a million tiny pieces. My eyes squeezed shut as I drove into Saul like a piston. I was coming but I did not stop moving, until I had sprayed every last drop of my seed into him. My eyes still shut, I collapsed on top of him.
A sheen of sweat covered my entire body. Or it may have been Saul’s. I could not tell as I lay there. I could not have said my name in that exact moment.
Sense, sanity and body returned to me gradually. In a way, it was like waking from a dream. Had that really been me? Details of what had just happened began to run through my mind, and I felt anxiety creeping into my body.
Saul stirred beneath me. I lifted myself off him and sat cross legged across from him, my heart pounding.
But he was grinning. He leaned over and kissed me, and it was tender and affectionate, not searing or possessive as I had come to expect.
“That was truly something special,” he said, his eyes blazing.
“Really?” I asked unnecessarily.
“I like it sometimes when an omega takes charge like that. It’s extremely exciting. Sex with you is always incredible, but that, that was mind-blowing.”
He pulled me into his embrace, which by now felt like home. It was as though an invisible barrier we had not known existed between us had been torn down.
“And that was just the beginning,” I assured him. “We are just getting started.”
12
Saul
If anyone had told me a month ago that I would be excited to go fishing, I would have laughed in their face. Fishing? I had tried it once or twice, more out of boredom than anything else. I would never have thought it was something I would have looked forward to doing.
But Kyler only had to suggest it once, and it seemed like a novel idea.
The truth was, I was running out of places and spots to impress Kyler with. I had assumed there was too much to see around the Mountains, and that it would take us forever to get through it all. All my secret spots we burned through in under a week. Not only had I seriously underestimated our thirst for adventure, I had made the mistake of creating plans based on my own experience of the area. I wanted to find the secret banks and hidden caves, while Kyler wanted to swim in the river and climb the lowest peak of the mountain.
When this became clear, I encouraged him to suggest place
s we should go or activities we could try. He went into the study and looked it up on the internet, emerging later with a list two pages long. On top of it? Fishing.
I often wondered what his life had been like before me. From what I gathered, he was a brilliant man with a curious mind, a quiet confidence and restless feet.
The other truth was the man himself. It was getting harder and harder to lie to myself about how I felt about him. I passed it off as a fondness, then a warmth, even a friendly affection. But there was no denying it anymore. I was falling in love, despite my best efforts. So when Kyler said fishing, I scrambled to make it happen because it had become impossible to say no to him.
My dad used to take me fishing sometimes as a teenager. It was the worst time for it. I sensed he was trying to get closer to me, so I rejected his every attempt to do so. Still, we went, a few times every summer, until I finally had enough and told him I would rather be out playing with my friends instead. Yet some of the practical knowledge remained, and I was extremely grateful for the chance to show off to Kyler.
We ventured out at dawn, because we were going as far downstream of the river as we could. We had toyed with the idea of making a bit of a picnic out of the trip first. I had pointed out that fishing could be a lonely, boring business, but Kyler waved my protests away. We had settled instead for a heavy breakfast.
Having never successfully fished in the region before, I was uncertain on how to proceed. All I had was a half-formed idea of taking a boat to the clearer waters downstream. Chances were we would get lucky. There was a simple skiff I had bought in Redvale when I first got here, tucked away in one of the makeshift sheds along the bank. We took it out and pushed it out into the river. The current was low, so we sat back and let the boat carry us along. We fell into the easy silence we always did.
“There’s something I never got around to asking you,” I said to Kyler after some time. He looked very fetching in his ‘fishing outfit with a twist’, as he called it. It was basically tight, fitted shorts, a t-shirt that said ONLY FISH IN THE SEA, and a vest jacket with a multitude of pockets. I wasn’t sure where the twist was, but I wasn’t about to argue his fashion sense.
“Yeah?”
“You used to work at Tall Oaks, right?”
“Yeah, for some time.”
“And you mentioned you got fired?”
“That’s the official story, yes.”
“Why? What did you do?”
He grinned.
“I was…inappropriate towards a customer.”
“In what way?” I pressed.
“Well, this guy was being weird and homophobic, so I kissed him to shut him up.” He said it like it was the most natural thing to do in that situation.
“You did what?”
“I kissed him.”
He had recently shown me how bold he could be, so I wasn’t surprised. I kind of understood it too.
“Ah, you wanted to shame him with the very thing he tried to use as a weapon against you.”
“Exactly, hubby. I’m so happy someone sees it my way.”
“It’s unfortunate, of course, that it cost you your job. I still can’t believe we live in a world where homophobia is still a thing. But I also can’t complain. Without a job you couldn’t support your father, and that brought you to me.”
“Have you had any experience with that?” he asked. “Is it more subtle in Hollywood?”
“In my experience, homophobia does not really go away. They just find smarter ways to conceal it, make it socially acceptable. Like how they stereotype the gay experience. There’s actually a number of sub-classifications of gay, based largely on inaccurate stereotypes. And that’s without factoring in token gay characters like ‘the gay best friend’ and the scarcity of roles written for gay people, roles which go instead to straight people playing gay.”
It sounded like something Rance McCormick would say, verbatim.
“But yes,” I continued. “To answer your question, homophobia is still very much alive.”
Kyler had been nodding all along. I thought I detected a flash of pride as he looked at me.
“Almost makes you want to take off and go live in seclusion,” he said grinning.
“Right. These mountains do not judge.”
I realized it was the first time we had talked explicitly about sexuality. I was suddenly curious about his journey. What had it been like for him growing up? How did he come out? Did he have to come out? I knew it wasn’t easy being an omega gay, with the constant abuse at the hands of both alphas and homophobic straight men. No one did what he had done to the guy at the country club without having gone through something similar in their past before.
I didn’t ask, though. I had no doubt I would learn more about him in time. We did have the rest of our lives together, after all. I pulled out one of the boxes instead and got busy setting up the baits and hooks.
“I need to ask you about something as well.” Kyler said suddenly.
He looked so perfect perched on that plank on the skiff. I was overcome by an inexplicable yearning to preserve him just as he was in that moment. To immortalize him in art, or at least in my mind.
But he also looked troubled.
“Is everything okay?” I asked.
“Well, yeah. Everything is fine. I just had a request to make of you.”
Anything, I wanted to say.
“Sure.”
“It has been a while since I visited my dad. I kind of promised him I would still visit him as often as I could, but I have not really got around to doing it. I don’t really know how he’s doing. I was just thinking… We already met your parents, so why not meet mine?”
I had not expected him to extend the invitation to me. I had figured he would want to go back home every once in a while, if only to see his dad, but I was taken aback when he said that. It was a big deal that he wanted me to meet his father. Kyler had not spoken that much about his father Korbin, but when he had, it had been in glowing terms. I knew how much his father meant to him. Considering his condition, I thought it was a very significant gesture from Kyler.
The only objection I had was that if I went with him, it would mean essentially going right back into the world I had struggled to leave behind. But it felt so hollow to bring that up in the face of Kyler’s show of faith. I would have to figure out how to go about it. Selfish, rather.
“You could wear a disguise,” Kyler said. He had read my mind. “You know, like the hats and fake mustaches spies wear.”
“I don’t think I would even need those. Have you seen me? Compare this face to the one splashed in the tabloid years ago.”
“Exactly,” Kyler chipped in. “No one is looking for the Prodigal Son. There would be no reason to suspect that some random, kindly gentleman with the beard is the very same Saul McCormick who went missing all those years ago.”
He was pushing hard. I realized that he must really have wanted me to go with him.
“Of course I’ll go with you, Kyler. I would be honored to meet your old man.”
Anything for you, hubby.
“You’ll just let me know when you want to go so we can make arrangements. Now, come on, let’s catch something.”
I handed him one of the fishing rods, and together we cast them into the river. The current had slowed almost completely, so we found ourselves drifting ever so slowly on what was now a calm river. It was one of those beautiful, picturesque days when everything was perfect.
Even so, it only took a few minutes of us standing there like that to remind me how boring fishing really was. I looked over at Kyler. His eyes were also glazed over.
“You’re holding it wrong,” I announced. I placed my own rod carefully on the floor of the boat and made my way to him. I stood firmly behind him and leaned into him, my lips just brushing the back of his neck. Then, setting my feet against the gentle swaying of the boat, I placed my hands on his back and gave him a tiny little shove.
It was enough.
He lost balance completely, and he was forced to flail his arms to try and regain it. The rod slipped from his fingers. For a second, it looked like his wild oscillations back and forth would bring him back under control. But they did not. He fell into the river with a giant splash and a surprised yell.
“You’re dead, Saul McCormick!” he shouted when his head bobbed up again from under the water.
“What, we’re supposed to be fishing, aren’t we?”
“How is this fishing!”
“I thought you’d have a better chance catching one in there than up here!”
“Very funny. Now come on, help me out. These shorts will take ages to dry.”
It was the oldest trick in the book. I was disappointed that he expected me to fall for that one. I did stretch out a hand, but I braced against the side of the boat. When he tugged at my hand, as I had known he would, only my upper body moved forward. My feet remained firmly planted on the floor of the boat.
“Damn it!” he cursed.
I was smiling so much my cheeks were beginning to burn. This was what Kyler had turned me into. A giddy child. The voice in my head reminded me that this was just what happiness looked like. Don’t overthink, just let go.
And then, without warning, the solid footing I had established on the boat was snatched away. Kyler had decided to go for the nuclear option. With a few strong shoves, he managed to create some momentum on the boat and get it swinging this way and that. I was not ready for it, so by the time the boat swung back for the second time, I was already falling. I splashed in next to Kyler, and I could hear his laugh even underwater.
I reached for him and pushed him down, and then we were splashing about like kids, limbs flying as we laughed happily. I felt so light and carefree I was almost embarrassed.
We somehow made it back to the bank. We were drenched from head to toe, and the majority of our equipment was ruined. No losses there. I was just glad I had not been forced to sit there waiting for some hapless fish to bite. Overall, it was one of my better fishing experiences.
