by Sara York
“Yes, sir.”
“When I get there, I want you in what you were supposed to wear to night. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good, now let’s go.”
Chapter Four
Wesley lay in his bed, his body aching to blow his load. He closed his eyes, thinking about the club. He’d overreacted. Crying in front of Scotty—what a baby. Tomorrow, he’d show Scotty he wasn’t like that. The man must think him too immature to date. He rolled over and moaned. His cock brushed against the mattress, reminding him of his punishment. A rebellious streak raced through him, and he almost called Scotty to tell him that he could take his rules and shove them.
Finally, after more than an hour of tossing and turning, he fell asleep. When he woke, his dick was rock hard. He’d been dreaming about sucking Scotty. The man had the perfect cock. He wanted to slip his tongue over Scotty’s knob over and over again. He shuffled to the bathroom and stood in front of the toilet for a long time, waiting to get soft enough to pee. After taking care of pissing and brushing his teeth, he stepped into the shower and turned the water on as cold as he could stand it. He washed quickly, groaning when he touched his cock.
He dressed for the day, pulling on a pair of jeans without underwear and a yellow shirt. The shirt he’d worn last night was too dirty and needed to be washed. He’d have to stop by the store again and buy another white T-shirt.
His design class flew by, and he had open study time in the afternoon. Dustin wanted to head to the library, but Wesley couldn’t face Scotty. They compromised by studying at the Starbucks down the street. Located in the middle of Savannah, the place was packed with businessmen, tourists, and students alike. The energy was much higher than at the library and less conducive to good study habits, but he couldn’t go back to the library today, not after last night. Plus, if he saw Scotty right then, he’d come in his pants.
On the way home from studying, he stopped by the store and picked up another white T, all the while wondering if he was doing the right thing. Scotty was enticing enough, but the power play was a bit overwhelming.
At home, he showered, then pulled on the white shirt and tried to relax, but all he could think about was his lips around Scotty’s knob and his own dick in his hand while he stroked it slowly. An hour passed and then another, and he wondered if Scotty would show up. His cock strained against his jeans, and he thought about pulling it out and stroking himself to paradise, but Scotty’s voice popped into his head, and he groaned, pulling a throw pillow over his face and screaming into the fluff. The screaming didn’t really help, because at the end of the scream, he was still hard as a rock and needed relief.
He had to do something, like go for a run or maybe a swim—in freezing cold water, with ice cubes in his swim trunks and a gator in the pond, scaring the shit out of him so he lost all desire except the desire to live. Another scream flew from his lips, his frustration at epic levels. When the scream died off, he heard a knock at his door. Fear filled him. Was it Scotty, and if it was, had he heard the yell?
Standing and walking over to the door should’ve been easy, he’d done it plenty of times, but he felt as though something had attached to his shoulders, pulling him back, leaving him shaking and afraid. He looked through the peephole, spying Scotty.
“Oh God,” he whispered and pulled at the door, forgetting again to unlock it. When he finally got the door open, he was ready to burst. He rushed out, jumping up and wrapping his arms and legs around Scotty, kissing his face and neck.
* * * *
The door rattled like it had the night before, and Scotty smiled. His man was too cute, forgetful but cute. When the door flew open, he expected to find either a pissed-off brat or a hesitant sub, but the enthusiastic greeting, more like that of a dog than a human, caught him off guard. He swore Wesley licked him at one point.
Scotty laughed and unhooked Wesley’s legs from around his waist and helped him settle onto the ground. The guy looked up at him with his big blue eyes as he leaned in. Scotty wanted to scoop him up and hold him forever, but he needed to stay in control.
He tried to be serious, but he couldn’t help the smile that curved up his lips when Wesley looked up at him, his eyes full of emotion and need.
“Wesley, did you obey my rules?”
Wesley groaned and inched forward. “Yes, sir.”
“So you didn’t come?”
“Noooo,” he moaned.
Scotty wanted to laugh at the way he said it, like not coming was the hardest thing he’d ever done in his life. “So you didn’t stroke yourself?”
Wesley shook his head and reached out with his hands to touch Scotty. “No, I didn’t. I swear.”
The urge to toss Wesley over his shoulder and carry him to bed almost won out over his good sense. Instead, he clenched his fists and flexed his muscles. Wesley shivered and stepped closer. He breathed in, catching the clean scent of Wesley. The boy had washed his hair recently.
“Did you take a shower recently?”
Wesley licked his lips and nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Did you wash everywhere?”
“Yes,” Wesley hissed.
“So if I strip off your pants and spread your cheeks, you’ve cleaned for me?”
Wesley’s eyes rolled up in his head and he moaned, swaying on his feet. Scotty didn’t hesitate, he picked Wesley up and threw him over his shoulder, carrying him into the apartment and halting to look around. He closed the door, making sure it was locked.
“Your bedroom, where is it?” he asked.
“Down the hall to the left, second door.”
“Roommate?”
“Gone for the night.”
Scotty entered the bedroom and gently set Wesley in the center of the bed. “Since you followed my orders, you shouldn’t be wearing any underwear, correct?”
“Yes, sir.”
“How does that feel?” Scotty asked.
“It’s a bit disturbing and abrasive. I’m so hard for you.”
Scotty straddled Wesley, loving the feel of the guy’s hard cock pressing against his jeans. “Disturbing?”
“The material is rough. I have to watch how I move.”
“Well, let’s see if the jeans have done any damage. Take off all of your clothes—wait, leave your T-shirt on.”
Wesley sucked in a breath as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. His dick popped out, standing up and away from his body. The boy was hung with the fattest cock Scotty had seen in a long time. The desire to have that thing lodged up his ass was so tempting he almost gave up the Dom role and begged to be mounted. He shook off the need, clenching his ass as he thought about how lovely the pain would be.
His man pushed his jeans down all the way, discarding his shoes and socks too. Wesley slipped off his watch and was only clad in his T-shirt.
“Stand on the bed.”
Wesley pulled himself up, standing in the middle of the bed, his shirt draping over his swollen cock.
Scotty sucked in a breath, loving how beautiful Wesley looked. “Turn around slowly.”
Blood rushed to his dick as Wesley turned around, the globes of his ass peeking out from under the shirt. “Stop,” Scotty bellowed, and Wesley jerked to a halt, glancing back over his shoulder, his eyes filled with worry.
“Hold still and don’t move.” Scotty climbed onto the bed, crawling forward. He sat back on his heels and stared at the perfect white globes. Not one dimple, blemish, or scar marred the surface. “Perfection.” Scotty stuck out his tongue, sliding it into the crack.
“Oh God,” Wesley yelled out, his knees almost buckling.
Scotty caught him, holding him up. “Steady.” He licked again, loving the way Wesley’s legs trembled as Scotty pushed his tongue between his cheeks. He pulled back a little, then nipped at Wesley’s pale flesh.
“Ahh.” Wesley jumped away from him, and Scotty grabbed onto him tighter, dipping lower to nip at Wesley’s leg.
“Scotty, I want t
o come so bad.” Wesley’s pleading was music to his ears.
“Down on all fours, and you may not have that orgasm until I tell you to.”
Wesley dropped onto the bed, his head hung between his arms. His shirt was in the way, and Scotty wanted access to everything.
“Take off your shirt.”
Wesley sat up, pulling off the material, then dropping his arms back onto the bed. Scotty feathered his hands over Wesley’s pale torso. The ripple of goose bumps on Wesley’s arms and back showed Scotty he was doing it right. His young lover enjoyed the game. He reached for Wesley’s chest, finding his nipple. The moan that went up from deep inside Wesley shot straight to Scotty’s cock. He could imagine the trouble Wesley was having holding back his orgasm. Scotty had jerked off that morning, giving himself a little relief, but Wesley hadn’t, unless he lied, but from the way the boy was moaning and writhing, Scotty doubted that he’d done anything to relieve the pressure.
“Spread your knees wider, I want to see everything.”
Wesley was shaky with his movements, giving further proof that he hadn’t taken matters into his own hands earlier. Scotty didn’t move, didn’t touch; instead, he waited for Wesley to moan or flinch. He wasn’t disappointed when the guy rocked his hips forward slightly. Scotty popped him lightly on the ass, nothing hard and nothing that would cause pain, just a little jolt to the system. Wesley jerked forward, his muscles twitching.
Scotty smoothed his palm over the cheek he’d slapped, bending low to kiss the spot, then sliding his tongue over the globe. He licked over and over again until Wesley was moaning. Then the begging started.
“Oh please, Scotty, I need to—I can’t stop. Please.” The plea from Wesley pulled at Scotty’s balls and his heart. He couldn’t push the young man too much more or he’d break. He didn’t want a broken sub who blindly followed, not really. Raphael had seemed like that, but really, he’d been screwing Scotty over. He wanted a guy who still had spirit and would show that spirit every once in a while.
“You can hold back a little longer.” Scotty buried his face between Wesley’s cheeks and licked at his pucker, loving the moans from his man. He got Wesley totally wet, slipping his tongue into the hole.
“Fuck, Scotty, please!” Wesley cried out, his whole body trembling. “Please, please.”
Scotty sat up and sucked on two of his two fingers while he placed his other palm on Wesley’s rear, smoothing his thumb over his hole. Wesley moaned, his whole body flinching as Scotty touched him.
“So beautiful,” Scotty said as he removed the fingers from his mouth. He slid them over Wesley’s crease, loving the whimper coming from his lover. With a twist of his wrist, he pushed his fingers into Wesley’s hole.
Wesley arched and cried out, his hips pushing back as he took more of Scotty’s fingers. “Please!”
“Come now,” Scotty commanded, his free hand wrapping around Wesley’s dick, sliding down, then back up once before the first burst of cum covered his hand. Wesley shivered and moaned, whimpering and crying out with pleasure as he shot more and more cum over Scotty’s hand.
His movements slowed, his dick jerking a few more times as he panted. When he’d milked the last drop from the man, Scotty lifted his cum-covered hand and took a long lick, loving the taste. He slid his fingers out of Wesley’s ass, careful not to pull out too quickly.
“Sit up.”
Wesley moved slowly, his legs and arms shaking as he turned to sit. Scotty noticed that his eyes were red, his face splotchy. He’d pushed his young lover so far. Scotty would wager that Wesley had never been pushed like that, never had to hold back and receive pleasure without rolling with it.
“Wesley?”
The smaller man sucked in his breath, his body shaking. “Yes, sir.”
“Lick my hand clean.”
Wesley leaned forward and stuck out his tongue, licking his own cream off Scotty’s flesh. The gentle licks drove Scotty wild, and he leaned close, licking too. Soon they were licking in the same spot, and then their tongues were together, dancing against Scotty’s hand. He growled and pushed Wesley to the mattress, covering his body and kissing him long and hard. He ran his hands down Wesley’s slight frame, touching and holding, petting and soothing.
They were both moaning, their hips rocking together as they heated up the sheets. Scotty broke the kiss and rose up, hanging over Wesley. “You are so amazing. I want to kiss you everywhere, and I want your lips on me.”
Wesley slid his hand over Scotty’s hip to the front of his jeans-clad body, slipping his fingers between them and grasping onto Scotty’s erection through his pants. Scotty rolled to the side, and Wesley undid his button and zipper, pulling Scotty’s dick free. Wesley ran his hand over Scotty’s cock, then gripped tightly, jacking him so expertly, he wanted to cry. He reached down and touched Wesley, appreciating how his flaccid cock was still long and thick. Scotty closed his eyes, and Wesley moved above him, kissing his way down Scotty’s body to his dick. He felt Wesley hanging over him, and he opened his eyes. Wesley’s gaze dipped to Scotty’s cock, then back to his face.
“May I suck you?” Wesley asked.
Scotty thought he would come unglued. The submissive pose and gesture was more than enough to please Scotty.
That Wesley had asked for permission sent him into overdrive. “Yes, Wesley, you may suck me, but you must swallow all of my seed.”
The young man nodded and pushed Scotty’s pants lower, exposing his cock and balls. He stuck out his tongue, slowly licking from the base of his cock to the tip. Scotty got lost in the sensations, loving how the boy used his whole mouth and didn’t ignore any part of Scotty’s dick and balls. Before long, he was aching to shoot off his load. Wesley took him in his mouth again, cupping Scotty’s balls and tugging slightly.
Scotty groaned and came, shooting deep into Wesley’s mouth. He loved how Wesley kept sucking, making sure that all of Scotty’s seed was swallowed and not a drop was wasted. He finished and Scotty pulled Wesley up next to him, then kissed his lips.
He tucked Wesley beside him and pulled up the covers, holding on tight to the small man as he drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Five
Scotty woke in a panic. He clutched the sheets, fear overwhelming him as glanced around the strange, dimly lit room. Someone moved beside him and he flinched. A hand settled on his chest, pushing him to the mattress. He fought to gain control, but darkness surrounded him.
The bedside light flicked on and he recoiled. It took him more than a few seconds to remember.
Wesley.
He dove for Wesley, pulling him into his arms, holding on tight. The enemy wasn’t on top of him. He didn’t need to run for cover, and no one was going to kick in the door, trying to harm him. He was safe.
“Are you okay?” Wesley asked, smoothing his palms over Scotty’s face and chest. “Babe.” Wesley crawled on top of him, his head resting on Scotty’s chest.
Scotty held his lover tightly, trying to will his breathing back to normal. This was why he never slept at other people’s places. He had a ritual, a pattern, and his room had more light. If he woke in the middle of the night, he knew he was safe. He’d forgotten where he was tonight. Fear for Wesley rolled through him. What if he’d attacked, thinking that Wesley was the evil that came after him?
He pushed Wesley off, intent on leaving. He rolled out of bed and stubbed his toe. “Shit.” He fell back and Wesley came to see, inspecting his toe. His soulful blue gaze was filled with hurt. Scotty moaned and shut his eyes.
“Hey, please don’t go. I need you,” Wesley begged.
The urge to run away filled him. Embarrassment and anger pushed him to leave, but Wesley was kissing his cheeks, his chin, and his nose, leaving him wanting to stay more than he needed to protect his pride. The soft assault wooed him to lie down on the bed, allowing Wesley to take over, kissing his face and neck, then down his belly to his cock. The urge to pump up into Wesley’s mouth filled Scotty. He needed a good long fuck. If We
sley sucked too long, he’d be coming before he had time to fill the hole he wanted to claim.
He pushed at Wesley’s shoulders, forcing him away. Puzzlement showed on Wesley’s face, then pure lust blossomed.
“I want you,” Wesley whispered.
“Condoms?” Scotty asked.
“Top drawer, along with the lube.”
Scotty reached for them, and while grabbing the foil packet, he checked to make sure they weren’t extra large, like Wesley would need. He sighed with relief, seeing that they were normal-sized condoms. He opened the package and rolled on the rubber, then applied lube. Wesley lifted his legs high, wrapping them behind Scotty’s back.
Their gazes connected. Scotty was amazed at how open Wesley was being with him. Had he ever been this trusting? Of course not, he’d been through hell and back before he turned thirteen. The memories tugged at his mind, but he ignored them, focusing on the man below him. He pushed forward, stretching Wesley’s tight hole. When he slid in, the heat was so welcoming he didn’t ever want to leave.
“Wesley. So good.” He slowly slipped in deeper, lowering his head as he nibbled at Wesley’s ear, loving the moans and hums coming from his lover.
Wesley gasped when Scotty shoved in fast and hard, then he whimpered when Scotty took it slow. It was a symphony of little noises that drove Scotty toward the edge. The soft, silky feel of Wesley’s legs wrapped around him, his flesh holding Scotty close, drove him crazy. He tried to hold back, tried to not empty his balls so quickly, but the passion from Wesley tugged Scotty into bliss. He arched into Wesley, grinding hard, his dick pulsing as he came. Under him, Wesley cried out as his spunk splashed across his chest. What they were doing was more than fucking, more than what he and Raphael had done. He and Wesley were connected, and he didn’t know if he wanted that type of connection. This is why he rarely fucked his subs, but with Wesley, he was powerless to say no.
Scotty dropped on top of Wesley, kissing his face and neck. He held on tight, needing the closeness. Wesley wiggled underneath him. Scotty held onto the base of the condom and pulled out, unhappy that they were no longer connected. Upon his exit, Wesley sucked in a quick breath and lowered his legs.
