The Eager Boy

by Sean Michael

  “You hear me, boy? We’re going to play.”

  “Master!”

  “That’s right, boy. You know who I am. Don’t forget it.”

  “I never have.”

  He rolled them, putting Robin beneath him now and driving in. He pulled out all the way, slammed back in, over and over.

  With one hand beneath Robin, he jacked his boy in time. The sweet prick leaked and dripped in his palm, proving Robin’s need. They slammed together, the sound of flesh on flesh like magic. His eyes closed, his heart pounding as they thrust.

  When he felt his orgasm coming, he squeezed Robin’s cock tight and bit his earlobe. Then he whispered, “Come.”

  Robin’s heat poured over his hand. He could smell Robin’s come on the air, could feel how Robin’s body tightened down on him, and he let go, filling Robin with his spunk. He leaned in, their skin pressing together.

  Stack dropped his head and rested against Robin’s shoulder. Robin melted under him, quiet and easy. It was good, this happy lying together with the pleasure of their orgasms still in the air. He inhaled deeply, his eyes crossing with peace.

  This was his deepest wish come true. Now he just had to figure out how to make it permanent.

  Chapter Seven

  ROBIN WASN’T sure whether to leave or make breakfast, to take a shower or call a cab.

  He wandered around the front room, pacing, finally settling on texting his friend Jim.

  u around?

  hey hon where u go last nite?

  Stacks. Oh God.

  FOR REAL????

  I wanted him. Couldn’t say no.

  so u back together?

  Don’t know :( God, he hoped so.

  be careful!

  He nodded, fully aware Jim couldn’t see him. I love him.

  then u should go for him. Jim was a believer in true love.

  Yeah. Wish me luck. He closed his eyes and turned off his phone.

  Robin heard noise from Stack’s bedroom, his master obviously waking, moving around. He found himself frozen for a second, totally frozen. Then he headed to the kitchen to make coffee. Coffee wasn’t breakfast, right? It was okay whenever.

  Everything in the kitchen was exactly as he’d left it.

  He fixed Stack’s coffee with cream and no sugar, then fixed one with sugar and cream for him.

  “Someone made coffee,” murmured Stack, coming into the kitchen.

  “I wasn’t sure whether you wanted me”—to stay—“to make breakfast.”

  “I’ve missed your cooking. Of course, I could take you out for breakfast. Get you your favorite from the diner.”

  “I don’t know what to do,” he admitted.

  “Then let’s go out to breakfast. We can probably talk more if we’re not in an environment where we can jump each other’s bones at the drop of a fork.”

  “I—are there still clothes here for me?” He’d only taken what fit in a suitcase and a bag.

  “Still in your drawers, baby.” There was something so sad about that, Stack not packing up his things.

  “I—I need you to understand it wasn’t because I don’t love you.” Love had never been an issue.

  “That’s why we need to talk, eh? You said stuff and left, and that was it. No discussion, no real explanation. I don’t understand.”

  “I needed you to see me, to…. I talked to you for hours, and it didn’t matter. You didn’t care. Did you even hear me?” Oh, what was he doing here?

  “Of course I cared! And I see you—I always see you. How can you think I don’t care?”

  “Because you just acted like I was invisible.” He sighed, staring into his coffee cup. “I was your maid service, your cook, someone to fuck when you had energy. If I was going to be lonely, I could do that by myself. I wanted to be… someone you wanted to talk to again.”

  And it would never not hurt that Stack had never once called him, checked on him.

  “Of course I wanted to talk to you again. I thought you’d made it clear you didn’t want me to.”

  He sighed softly. He wasn’t even making himself clear now. He emptied the coffee cup in the sink, washed it, his mind going a million miles a minute.

  “Let me take you to the diner, Robin. You won’t have to cook for me, and we can talk.”

  “Yes. I’ll go find some clothes.” He didn’t know what good talking was going to do. Stack wanted a sex toy that could cook and clean and otherwise not bother him. Robin wanted conversation, fun, someone to play with.

  When he went into the bedroom, he was surprised to find the bed had been made. Not that he thought Stack was a slob who couldn’t clean without him, but it was unusual that Stack had taken the time to do it right away.

  He found a pair of khakis and a sweatshirt and dressed quickly. He even had deodorant in the medicine cabinet. It was like nothing had changed, as if he’d only been gone on a trip or something, and Stack had left everything as it was for when he came back.

  He wasn’t sure how to process that.

  Stack came in to change his T-shirt. “I spilled coffee on this one,” he said sheepishly.

  “I love you,” he whispered.

  “What was that?” Stack asked, tossing the dirty T-shirt in the laundry basket.

  He shook his head. “Nothing.”

  “You sure? Because you said I don’t listen to you, so I’m trying to make sure I do.”

  “Don’t make fun of me, please. I want to work this out with you. I want to.”

  Stack frowned. “I’m not making fun—I’m trying to do better!”

  “I said I love you, because it’s true.”

  “Oh…. You know that I love you too, right? I never stopped.”

  “I hoped you hadn’t.”

  “That’s good, right? That we both love each other.”

  “How can it be bad?” He found himself moving closer.

  “It can’t.” Stack slid his hands over Robin’s shoulders, squeezed them.

  “I just want… I don’t want to be lonely all the time.”

  “I don’t want you to be lonely either.” Stack slowly brought their mouths together, kissed him.

  He opened up, needing this connection, the heat. Stack groaned, slid his hands along Robin’s back and tugged him up against all those muscles as he deepened the kiss.

  This wasn’t leaving, but it felt so right.

  “God. We’re supposed to be going out to breakfast.” Stack’s words were spoken against his lips, and Stack took another kiss immediately after.

  “Mm-hmm.” He wasn’t hungry. Not for food. He needed Stack to love him.

  “You want to do this instead as badly as I do?” Stack already had his hands beneath Robin’s sweatshirt, pushing the material up.

  “Need you. I want my Master back.”

  “He wants you back too.”

  Stack bared Robin’s chest and drew him in, and Robin moaned at the heat. Then Stack brought their mouths back together. Robin never wanted the kisses to stop. He’d always felt that way, loved how Stack could make him feel amazing with those lips.

  As they kissed, Stack pulled Robin’s clothes away, and one of Stack’s hands cupped his ass, kept them so close that air couldn’t pass between them. He wasn’t aware of moving until the back of his knees hit the mattress; then he realized Stack had backed him up to the bed.

  “I love you.” The words rang inside him, Stack so serious.

  Then Stack laid him back on the bed and followed him down. His master’s weight was so perfectly heavy. “Master.” He leaned back, loving these touches, the pressure.

  “Right here, boy.” Stack rubbed against him.

  Robin nodded, trying to remember how to breathe. When Stack’s mouth closed over his, his lungs filled with Stack’s air. His world tightened to his master, right now, right here. Kiss after kiss filled him—gave him breath, then took it again.

  Stack was a solid presence above him, demanding his attention, his focus. And he had all of Stack’s attent
ion too. He felt it. Emotionally as well as physically. This was a start. A pretty damn good start.

  He pushed into Stack’s kiss again, moaning deep in his chest. Stack slid a hand along his side to grab his hip, fingers gripping tightly enough to leave bruises.

  The pressure, the pleasure, the ache—he needed it. Stack gave it to him, gave him more, teeth biting at his lower lip, hard enough that Robin tasted blood.

  “Master!” He nodded and arched, heels beating on the mattress.

  Stack’s gaze met his. “I’m right here, boy.” Stack grabbed his lower lip this time and began sucking.

  Right there. He moaned and nodded, holding on as tight as he could. Stack found new places to grip, fingers digging into his body. He was going to be covered in bruises the shape of Stack’s fingers.

  He already had a hickey that might get him fired. He couldn’t seem to care too much, though. He liked the bruises.

  He loved the attention.

  Stack’s lips left his, Stack kissing his way from mark to mark, loving on each one, nibbling and sucking Robin’s already sensitive skin. He lifted his chin, begging for more.

  Then Stack came back to his throat and began sucking, choosing a new spot this time, one untouched so far. Stack latched on, teeth scraping, tongue laving, lips creating suction.

  “Yours,” Robin gasped.

  “Yes. I intend to keep you.”

  Stack’s words rang through him. “Promise? Please?”

  “I promise. You’re not leaving again.”

  He began to cry, feeling so foolish, but he couldn’t help himself.

  Stack kissed his tears away, lips soft on his skin.

  “Forgive me, Master.”

  “Shh. You needed me to see you.”

  “I did. I do. I love you so much.”

  “I love you too, boy. Enough to work on this, okay?” Stack continued to move against him.

  “Yes. Yes, Stack. Master. Love. Yes.”

  “No more running away, though.”

  “I thought you’d come after me,” he admitted.

  Stack blinked down at him. “You were pretty adamant you wanted to leave me.”

  “I would always want you to come after me.”

  “Well, next time I won’t let you leave in the first place.”

  Robin didn’t know if that would happen, but the idea made him warm.

  Stack bent again, finding his right nipple this time and sucking strongly. Loving on him. He knew what Stack was thinking, that he missed the heavy rings. Biting his nipple, Stack tugged on it, pulling it up.

  “Master!” Fuck, that felt so good. Like he was coming alive. So many months of slow death.

  Stack hummed, sounding pleased. Then he moved to the other nipple, taking it between his teeth and biting down on it.

  Robin rocked, his hands sliding up and down on the sheets.

  “You’re allowed to touch me, boy.”

  Forever. “Thank you, Master.”

  He began to stroke, petting every single inch of Stack he could reach. Groaning, Stack went back to working his nipples, making them ache and swell. Robin’s hands shook, but he slid his fingers through Stack’s hair, keeping his master close.

  “Needy, needy boy. You should have left the rings in, twisted them on a regular basis.”

  “My job wouldn’t let me. My heart needed it to be you.”

  “I want them back. As soon as possible.”

  “Yes, Master. They’re at my apartment.”

  “You’ll need to be repierced to put them back in.” Stack looked at them closely.

  “I could force them in.”

  “You will not, boy.” Stack actually growled, then bit his right nipple again, making Robin arch and twist. “You don’t get to pierce your nipples. I do.”

  “Yes, Master. Yes. As you wish.”

  “Yes. And don’t forget it. You are mine. Head to toe and everything in between.”

  He nodded, swallowing convulsively. “Master. Master, please.”

  “Please what, boy?” Stack rubbed his cheek against Robin’s nipple.

  “Let me be yours.”

  “You are, boy. And don’t forget it.” At the words, Stack pushed two fingers into him, opening him up.

  “Never.” Not even for a second.

  Stack spread his fingers wide and turned them in a circle, stretching him. Then Stack sent his fingers deep, just barely touching Robin’s gland. The sensations were delicious.

  He spread wider, pulling one knee up to beg for more.

  “Such a needy boy.” Stack added another finger, fucking him with all three, opening him up.

  “Yes. My hole’s been empty for months.”

  “I’ll make sure it’s full from now on, boy. So full you won’t know what to do with yourself.” Stack nuzzled his jaw. “You will never feel neglected or invisible again, boy.”

  He shivered, the thought of having Stack’s full attention all the time rather intoxicating.

  “That’s right, boy. I’ll make a plan. Never again.”

  Stack pressed his fingers up against Robin’s gland again and again.

  “Never…. Oh, Master.” It was heaven. Torture, but heaven.

  “I’ve missed the sound of those words.”

  That warmed him, down to the bone.

  Stack stared at him, fingers working his hole, stretching it and hitting his gland.

  “Master. Master. Master.” It was a hymn, a song, a prayer.

  “You can say it as much as you want—I won’t stop wanting to hear it.”

  “Good. Thank you.” He felt himself melting.

  Stack tugged his fingers away, and Robin cried out, his asshole clenching tight, though it was too late to keep Stack in.

  “Easy,” Stack said. “I’m slicking myself up, and then you’ll be full again.”

  “Please. Please, I need you. Now, Master. Please.”

  “You beg so prettily.” Stack kissed him, and he felt the blunt heat of Stack’s cockhead pressing against him.

  He had years of practice and months of need.

  Stack pushed into him, cock slowly spreading his hole and breaching him. He moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head.

  “Yes.” Stack kept sinking in until he was all the way to Robin’s gland, coming up against it and nudging it gently.

  Robin’s cry this time was pure joy.

  Stack moved slowly, his thick erection letting Robin feel every inch as it moved in and out of him. Every stroke made Robin cry out, made him sob and twist.

  “Want to do this all day long. Take you forever.” Stack’s voice was thick with need.

  “Until the end of time. Please.”

  “You might get chafed,” Stack said quietly.

  “You might get calluses.”

  Stack laughed and punched in, setting up a hard, constant rhythm. Robin met each thrust, wanting Stack to feel his need.

  “You won’t come until I say so,” Stack reminded him.

  “Yes, Master. Not until you say.”

  “That’s right. Going to make you wait. Going to push you hard.”

  Always. Stack always pushed.

  Stack thrust harder, making him take it. Then Stack found his gland and concentrated on that little spot. Hitting it over and over, Stack sent him soaring.

  His abs were taut, shudders shaking his fucking soul.

  “I haven’t forgotten you’re waiting for my order. But you can wait a little longer.”

  There was no way. No way. He needed this—needed to come and remember how to breathe. Still, he managed. For Stack.

  “Such a good boy.” Leaning in, Stack bit at his earlobe, and he could feel his balls ready to let loose. Thank God Stack whispered “Come now” into his ear.

  He shot so hard his eyes rolled back in his head, and he was pretty damn sure he’d pulled something deep inside.

  “So fucking good,” Stack muttered, slamming into him several more times.

  “Yours,” he whispered, still
lost in his orgasm, in his lover.

  “All mine. Gonna make sure you know that and don’t forget it,” Stack murmured.

  “Please.” It’s all he wanted, to believe he wasn’t invisible anymore.

  Stack stayed buried inside him, hot and hard and making him burn. His ass jerked and twitched, gripping Stack tight.

  “Sweet boy—you trying to keep me hard?”

  “Yes, Master. I’ve missed you inside me.”

  Stack kissed his throat, his shoulders. “Then keep it up and so will I.”

  Robin had to chuckle. Stack did love his puns.

  He could feel Stack’s lips against his skin a moment before he bit Robin’s shoulder, the sharp sensation zinging right through him.

  “You’re not a lion, Master.” Oh, that stung so good.

  “But I do have teeth.” Stack bit again, on a different spot.

  “Marking me.” He was totally going to get fired.

  “You’re mine. I can do what I want to you.”

  At least until you don’t want me anymore.

  Stack continued to lick and bite at his skin, the soft and hard alternating, making his body sing. Inside him, Stack was so hard, so heavy.

  “Love your skin.”

  “It loves you.” Please, don’t stop.

  Stack chuckled, and his breath blew across Robin’s wet skin, making him shiver. “You’re stunning, boy. You make my mouth dry.”

  Robin arched, pushing up along Stack’s body. Stack pressed back in response, grinding down against him and sliding their bodies together. It was simply touching, but it was intense.

  The scent of them together was a drug—sex and man and soap and sweat. Stack moaned and sucked at Robin’s throat, leaving yet another mark. Fuck, he was going to look like a leper, but he couldn’t quite find it in him to care. He wanted more. More from Stack.

  Hell, he wanted to have to come home, stupid as it was.

  “Stop thinking and just feel, boy. I want your entire focus right here. On me. On us.” Stack dragged his fingers along Robin’s sides, scratching as he went.

  “I’m sorry! There’s just so much.”

  “Shh. That’s the point, Robin. You don’t have to think about anything right now. All you have to do is feel.” Stack rocked against him. “I need you right here and only here. Everything else can wait.”