He hadn’t even needed the compression shorts he’d worn under his regular workout shorts.
Unsure of Calen’s plans, Brent had decided that making sure he wouldn't get thrown out of the gym for being indecent would probably be a good idea. As they headed for the locker room, Brent started to relax and turn his thoughts to food.
He should have known better.
Walking down the hallway that led to the bathrooms, they turned a corner so that they were no longer visible to anyone in the gym. That’s when Calen struck. He gripped Brent’s shoulder and pushed him so that he was sandwiched between the wall and an incredibly turned on Dom. Calen’s erection was pressed tightly against his own growing arousal, making it clear his Dom didn’t want to just talk.
“Calen! Someone’s going to see.”
“We’re the only men in here, aside from the old guy working at the desk. Now behave, subbie.”
The growl in Calen’s voice and the desire radiating from him had Brent fully hard in seconds. “What—”
“No. My turn. I have one question for you. Are you mine? I know we haven’t gone through lists or safewords yet, but are you my submissive or do you need more time?” Calen pressed his body even tighter against Brent’s and whispered in his ear. “I’m not giving up no matter what you say, subbie. You’re going to be mine, eventually.”
“I’m yours.” Brent didn’t even have to think about it. They had a lot to talk about and discuss but he’d had more than enough time to figure things out. Calen might make him nuts sometimes, but he’d never had another Dom make him feel this way. He wasn’t going to give it up without a fight, either. Calen might have some reservations because of what he liked but Brent was confident they would be good together.
Calen’s serious expression changed to an almost wolfish grin. There was the Calen he’d been expecting when he’d come to the gym.
“I told you that you needed a reminder about who was in charge, didn’t I?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Who do you belong to, subbie?”
“You, Calen.”
“Very good. But to help you remember that, when you get in the shower you’re going to jerk off. Not because you want to but because I want you to. Do you understand?”
He had to masturbate at the gym? Sure, the showers were private, but would he be able to be quiet enough? There might not be that many people there right now but what if someone came in while he was playing with himself?
Calen’s cock rubbed against his, making it hard for Brent to think. There were probably a million good reasons why he shouldn’t do it but the way Calen was scrutinizing him made them all fade away. If Calen wanted him to come in the shower he would.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Such a dirty sub, aren’t you? You always look so innocent and in charge but you’re not. You’re my dirty sub.” The naughty words alone would have been enough to make his cock throb, but the thrusting of his dick against Brent’s made him want to beg for more. The fact that they were in the gym and someone could walk in at any time was the only thing that kept him sane.
Calen must have seen how close Brent was, because he stepped back, smiling his wicked grin. “Go shower, subbie. The stall that’s all the way down at the end. I’m going to be in the one right beside you.”
Brent did his best to make his legs work right as he pushed off the wall and walked over to this locker. Getting his things out took longer than it should have but in his defense, his mind wasn’t thinking about clothes and soap.
Doing his best to ignore Calen as he stripped down, Brent left his compression shorts on and made his way to the showers. He wasn’t usually shy, but getting completely naked in front of Calen felt more intimate now. They didn’t usually work out at the same time, and he couldn’t remember if Calen had ever seen him changing before.
If he hadn’t, now wasn’t the time to start. Not that the shorts left a lot to the imagination. Still, it was better than walking around with his erection waving everywhere. Doing his best not to look at Calen, Brent still felt the hot gaze of his…Dom…lover…Master…his friend.
They needed to have a conversation before they did anything like this but it was too late to protest now. Not that he really wanted to. Calen was right. Brent was buttoned-up and very in charge at work, but he liked being able to give up control and let someone else run the show other times.
The fact that his new someone was Calen made it even better. He liked Calen’s irreverence. He liked not knowing what the Dom would do. He liked the intensity Calen would get in his eyes when he watched Brent now. He liked everything about Calen.
Even though he enjoyed the unexpected, Brent had a feeling that Calen had something up his sleeve. Yes, Calen was proving his point that Brent belonged to him and that he would be the one to choose when Brent got to come, but there was something more. He just had to figure it out. Or maybe that was the point. He wasn’t supposed to. He was simply supposed to follow his Dom’s instructions.
He’d have to analyze it more later, but right now he had an order to obey.
Brent had never jerked off anywhere like this before. He’d played at the club occasionally but that was as close to public as he’d experienced. And he really saw that as more private than anything, no matter what other people might think. He was the most boring submissive ever.
Brent had a feeling Calen was going to change that.
Walking into the shower, closing the curtain behind him, Brent wished the gym had real doors on the stalls. He’d never felt exposed there before. In fact, he couldn’t ever remember even thinking about the showers but this time it was different.
He was aware of every little gap and movement in the curtain. The way it swung when he hung his towel over the top of the bar. The way it wasn’t quite wide enough to stretch all the way across without leaving a tiny space on one side or the other. As Calen pulled his curtain closed, the whole bar swayed, making the curtain flare out before settling back in place.
When he turned the water on, it only got worse. The fabric started pulling towards the spray just enough to make the gap even bigger. Could he actually do this? Hearing the water turn on next to him, Brent pictured Calen naked, water dripping down his body.
Had he ever seen Calen naked?
He didn’t think so. Their schedules at the gym never seemed to have them in the locker room at the same time. And even if it had, Brent wouldn’t have stared at another guy’s junk. Friend or not, gay or not, it would have been a bad idea. But at that moment, Brent would have given almost anything to have been able to picture exactly how Calen looked.
“I can’t hear you.”
“Calen!” Brent couldn’t believe that Calen would bring it up while he was in the shower. But the Dom laughed, sending shivers down Brent’s spine. Brent’s head was conflicted but his body knew what it wanted.
Even the worry over the curtain hadn’t diminished his erection, and knowing Calen was listening only made him harder. Turning to face the water, Brent pushed his concerns out of his mind and did his best to obey. He took a deep breath and let Calen’s image fill his mind.
Leaning into the water, letting it pound the stress away, Brent imagined himself pressed against the wall again, Calen leaning against him. The fear that someone could walk in any minute, that they would hear Calen’s instructions, made him even more aroused.
Opening his legs wider, Brent tilted his body so that the water was running down his erection. Did Calen know how much Brent loved jerking off in the shower or was it a coincidence? With all his brothers in the lifestyle, he might have over-shared at some point. But he was betting Garrett had been the one to say something, trying to tease him.
Growing up with so many brothers, no one was going to leave you alone if you had a habit of taking very long showers. It made Brent think. What else did Calen know about him? There were probably so many little things that he’d said or that his brothers had teased him about over the years. Did Calen know th
at much about him or was this a fluke?
Bringing one hand up to his chest, Brent braced the other against the wall. As the water pounded against him, he let his fingers trail over his skin towards his nipples. Going back and forth, he let them tease the sensitive skin.
Gradually, he stimulated them more until he was pinching them and tugging on them. He loved having his nipples played with. He’d orgasmed once just from having a Dom play with them during a demonstration of nipple clamps. Brent had been embarrassed at the time, but the Dom had loved it. They’d even dated a few times, but it hadn’t worked out.
Doing his best to be quiet, Brent could hear Calen moving only feet from him. Knowing that the only thing that separated them was a flimsy wall gave him all kinds of naughty ideas. Spreading his legs even more, he pulled on his nipples as he pictured Calen sneaking in behind him.
Letting his hand snake down his chest, Brent imagined the feel of Calen pressed against him. The Dom would watch him playing with himself as he’d been ordered to. Calen would bring his arms up and wrap himself around Brent, teasing at his sensitive nubs until they were tender, each touch making Brent squirm and beg.
Calen would watch as Brent’s hand wrapped around his cock. Running his hand up and down his shaft under his Dom’s gaze, he could almost hear Calen’s whispered orders telling him to speed up and then go slower. Calen would keep him on edge, not letting Brent come until he was ready.
Tightening his hand around his cock, Brent built the fantasy up in his mind and he fucked his fist. Calen was listening. And even though the sound of the shower muffled some of the noises, could he hear the rhythmic sounds of Brent thrusting?
It was like thunder to Brent. Skin rubbing against skin, the way the pulse of the water would change as his hand moved through it, the way his breath would hitch even though he tried not to moan…it seemed to echo in the quiet of the room.
Tilting his ass out, Brent wished he’d thought to ask if he could play with his hole. Did he need to ask? He had so many questions. Calen had told him to orgasm, but he hadn’t been specific about what Brent was allowed to do. Would he be able to tell?
Shifting around so his shoulder was pressed against the wall, Brent braced himself then let his free hand slide around to his ass. If someone walked by and the curtain moved even the slightest bit, they would see. They’d see Brent teasing his fingers around his hole as he jerked off.
Easing one finger in just enough for him to feel the stretch, he gripped his cock even tighter. He wasn’t in the right position to hit his prostate but the slight burn radiated out, pushing him right to the edge. Hips flexing back and forth, Brent felt the pleasure building.
His balls pulled up and he felt his orgasm swelling, like a wave that was about to crash over him. One last thrust of his finger and tug on his cock then it was there, pressing against him in an almost endless rush of pleasure. He tried so hard to be quiet, but he knew little sounds escaped before he stopped them.
Could anyone hear him?
Did they know what he was doing?
Calen knew what he was doing. The only sound from the next stall was the splash of water against the floor. He could almost picture Calen trying to be as still as possible so he could hear Brent’s orgasm. Just the thought that Calen was listening kept the pleasure coursing through him.
When his orgasm had finally stopped, his cock was sensitive and his nipples were puffy and tender. He felt like he’d been hit by a train. Pushing away from the wall, he stood under the spray and let the water run over him. Pumping the button that released soap from a little dispenser on the wall, Brent worked on cleaning his body.
He’d been in the shower long enough that even if no one had heard him, they would still think it was strange. Quickly moving through his routine, Brent rinsed and turned off the water. Drying himself, he tried not to guess what Calen was going to say.
Would he tease Brent?
Would he ignore it just to make Brent crazy?
Had he found it erotic?
There were too many questions. As Brent wrapped his towel around his waist and pushed the shower curtain aside, he was surprised to see a dressed Calen leaning against the wall across from the stalls.
His body was resting casually, but his expression was intense and his eyes filled with desire. Brent felt his cock try to make a valiant effort to respond even though he’d already come. Something about the way Calen looked at him made him think that the man was barely hanging on to his control.
“You follow directions well, subbie. Very good.”
Brent tried to fight the blush that he knew was starting to heat his face. He wasn’t sure how to respond. Not hearing anything coming from the other parts of the locker room, he looked down at the floor then peeked up through his lashes giving Calen the same innocent slut expression he’d liked before.
“Thank you, Sir.”
Calen shook his head like Brent wasn’t fooling him, but he reached down to adjust his cock, so Brent knew he wasn’t completely unaffected. “Get dressed. I’ll meet you out front, but you’ve only got a few minutes. I’m starving.”
The way Calen said it told Brent that his Dom was hungry for more than food. Was he next on the menu, or were they really only going to talk? He couldn’t wait to find out.
CHAPTER 7
Calen
Sitting across from Brent at the diner was trying Calen’s patience. He’d spent all night dreaming of the sexy sub, and all morning at the gym watching his body move and strain. He was quickly coming to his breaking point. What pushed him right to the edge was listening to Brent pleasure himself in the shower.
He didn’t jerk off efficiently and get it over with. No, he drew it out. Calen had nearly climbed over the wall to get to him. And he didn’t even seem to realize how sexy it had been. Brent had tried to be quiet, but the little moans and gasps had given him away. Calen had wanted to go peek around that curtain so bad, but he knew they weren’t ready for that yet.
Conversation first, then he’d get to see Brent naked and hard.
Calen thought that doing it the other way around would probably be jumping the gun a little—even if Brent wouldn't have complained. Eventually, he’d have Brent recreate that scene so he could watch. They’d probably have to do it in a more private setting so they wouldn’t get arrested, though.
“What are you grinning about?” Brent was giving him a quizzical smile as he looked over the menu.
“You.” Calen didn’t even try to hide his arousal.
Brent shook his head and went back to looking for breakfast, but Calen could see the smile in his eyes and the way his lips were trying to turn up. He might have been attempting to look calm, but Brent didn’t seem to mind Calen’s desire.
Setting his menu down, Calen leaned against the table, grinning. “I was thinking that I was going to have to make you do that again soon but somewhere I could watch next time.”
Brent coughed and gave Calen an embarrassed grin before glancing around. “I’m not sure how to respond to that.”
“All you need to say is ‘yes, sir’ because as long as our talk goes like I think it will, it wouldn't be up to you.” Calen gave Brent a wicked grin that he knew hinted at all the naughty thoughts going through his head. “Would it?”
Brent went back to looking over the menu again, but shook his head. “No. It wouldn’t. I would prefer that you decide those kinds of things.”
So he wanted to go for the G-rated version of this conversation; Calen could work with that. At least, until they left the restaurant. “I would prefer that as well. And just to make myself clear, you would need permission for any of those types of activities. There will be no private activities without asking first.”
Brent’s eyes widened a little and Calen could see his pupils flare. He understood exactly what Calen meant, no masturbating without permission, and it looked like he didn’t have a problem with that at all. “I assumed you would prefer something like that. I have no problems with t
hat. I would like some rules spelled out in more detail, eventually. I like to know boundaries.”
“I agree, that would be important as well. We can have specifics detailed later on today.”
“That soon? Do you want to discuss a contract or something more informal?” Brent’s question came out low and there was no obvious stress in his voice, but Calen could see that he’d been looking at the same picture of pancakes for too long. Especially considering Brent didn’t like them. He preferred waffles if he was going to eat anything like that at a meal.
“It doesn’t feel too soon to me. A contract illustrates my level of commitment correctly.” Calen knew he was in it for the long haul. They had too many topics to talk about for him to insist on something more permanent yet, but he’d always had a very good long-term vision of situations and this was no different.
“I see.” Brent was quiet for a moment but Calen wasn’t worried. The sexy sub was a thinker and would always need time to process things outside of a scene. But Calen was curious to see how Brent reacted when his brain was turned off. “I think that a contract is an acceptable idea at this point.”
Calen could almost hear the wheels in Brent’s brain going when he paused again. “But you are already considering something of a more permanent nature?”
“Yes. I can very easily see a more long-term commitment.” Calen wasn’t going to hide his intentions from Brent…even if Brent wasn’t sure yet.
“I see.” Again, Brent seemed to be mulling over what Calen had said, and probably what Calen hadn’t said. The fact that Brent was defaulting back to his business persona and trying to analyze their discussion didn’t bother Calen. It was what Brent was most comfortable with.
And Brent might not have said much, but he hadn’t said no.
“I think the idea has merit.” Brent nodded like he agreed with Calen’s conclusion. It made Calen fight to hold back his grin. Brent probably wouldn’t find the situation as funny as he did.
“Are you ready to order?”
“Yes, are you?”
“Yes. I eat here a lot on the weekends. Cooking a big breakfast for one person isn’t that much fun.” Hopefully, he’d be able to cook for both of them soon.
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