by Sara York
Scotty stood and held out his hand. “Shower.”
There was only a second’s hesitation before Wesley rolled to him. The man stood, his body unfolding slowly. Scotty tossed the used condom into the trash before stepping into the tub with Wesley at his side. He shut the curtain and turned on the tap, waiting for the water to warm. He studied Wesley, the easy way in which he accepted Scotty and allowed him to take control. Scotty said jump, and Wesley gladly jumped. He flicked the switch under the tap, and water, first cold then hot, shot out of the showerhead.
Wesley yelped, then laughed. Scotty pulled him into a hug, his larger frame enveloping Wesley, as if he could absorb the smaller man into his body. He gripped the soap and lathered up, washing every inch of Wesley from his head to his toes, kneeling in the tub to get at Wesley's ankles. The insatiable nature of being young was never so apparent as when Scotty was eye level with Wesley’s fat cock and it started to stretch out, growing hard. He couldn’t hold back, the desire to lick the tip was too strong. Wesley shuddered and grabbed onto Scotty’s head, arching forward, begging to be sucked.
Normally, Scotty wouldn’t suck his lover’s dick. He’d make the man wait, teaching him patience, but the temptation was too huge. Wesley tasted so sweet, his skin like satin. Scotty reached up and rolled Wesley’s hairless balls, his index finger sliding over Wesley’s perineum. Wesley rode his mouth, fucking him good and deep. He hadn’t done this in a long while, the actions were almost foreign to him but so familiar. The salty taste of Wesley’s essence rolled over his tongue as little drops leaked from his lover’s slit. He stared up at his Wesley as his lips stretched wide, taking everything the man gave.
Wesley bucked hard, his fingers tightening in Scotty’s hair. It was strange being on his knees. Taking the lower position wasn't his way.
"Gonna come," Wesley said before he cried out, his body shaking as he came. Scotty pulled back a little, caught Wesley’s cum in his mouth, and held it there. When Wesley stopped jerking, Scotty stood and placed his mouth on Wesley’s, then pushed the jizz out of his mouth and into his lover’s. The boy never complained, just drank it down, licking at Scotty’s lips when he was done.
His own dick jerked, and he glanced down, wondering if he could get it up again so fast. With another guy, he’d never even try, he’d pull a power play and be done with the night—fuck, with any other guy, he’d never have sucked his dick this early into the relationship, if at all.
The vulnerability flowing through him was a kick to the gut. He didn’t want to be dependent on anyone. Allowing another to rule his mind and heart would lead to his eventual demise. Control kept him grounded, and right then, he felt like he was slipping and ready to fall. No, Wesley was a bad habit, and he needed to exert some power.
Scotty finished washing and shut off the water before toweling off quickly. He was going to hand the towel to Wesley, but he couldn’t help himself, he wanted to hold the man, and that worried the shit out of him. The want that Wesley had awakened inside of Scotty left him confused and off balance.
“Scotty?”
He stopped rubbing the towel over Wesley’s body and straightened, accessing his full height. “Yes.”
“Will you stay the rest of the night with me? I want to hold you.”
The smart thing would have been to tell him no, to push him away and set up an emotional barrier, but he ignored his inner voice, longing to crawl back under the covers with his beauty and hold him close.
“Yes, sweet one, I’ll stay tonight.”
* * * *
Wesley beamed. He knew he probably looked ridiculous, but he wanted this man. Scotty frightened him a little, but he also excited him. When Scotty had slid into him, he’d wanted it never to end. Somehow, the man knew exactly how to position himself, angling just right so Wesley could relax. While Scotty had been inside of him, his whole body had hummed with pleasure. His friends had told him that some guys were too fast, not at the right angle, or just not talented enough to give good sex. Scotty was perfect for Wesley, leaving him fully satisfied.
But it was more than the sex. He liked Scotty. The club had scared the shit out of him. He didn’t know if he could go back to that place. The way the men hit other men, leaving angry red marks, made him want to run in the other direction. Scotty had kept him safe, made him feel special when he had been afraid. He cringed, remembering how he’d cried.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Scotty slid his fingers over Wesley’s neck.
“It’s nothing.”
“It doesn’t look like nothing.”
Wesley headed back to the bedroom, wishing Scotty would stop asking what was wrong. He didn’t want to talk about it.
Scotty stopped him, holding him still. “Seriously, what’s wrong? I want to know.”
Wesley stared up at the man, wondering if he could tell him. Was it fair to expect Scotty to comfort him over something so silly as not liking the club they’d gone to? They hadn’t known each other long enough to share deeply, but he liked Scotty, liked him a lot. Allowing Scotty to get into his head, to become friends with him, seemed somehow too strange. Scotty had this shield, some sort of wall that he threw up, warning Wesley that all was not as it seemed. Maybe he should walk away. He knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he couldn’t allow Scotty to strip him of his clothes and force him to kneel while others watched him get hit with a whip.
He opened his mouth to tell Scotty what he felt, but the words wouldn’t come. His inner desires needed to stay hidden. “I… Can we just sleep?”
Scotty’s face filled with anger, his eyelids narrowed, then he took a deep breath, apparently calming himself. “Fine, let’s sleep.”
Wesley turned off the light and crawled into bed. Scotty was stiff, his body almost unforgiving as Wesley snuggled close. It didn’t feel right, and he wanted to make this right, but telling Scotty everything wouldn’t work. The guy wasn’t his best friend and sharing seemed too hard. He wanted a long relationship with Scotty, but he feared that would mean giving up a large part of himself, and he didn’t know if he could. Would Scotty accept him for who he was, or would he become less himself and more Scotty’s, owned, instead of cherished?
He drifted off, and when he next opened his eyes, he found that the first rays of sunshine were bathing the room, allowing him to make out that the bed was empty. Pinning Scotty down would be hard. The man was in control, but there was something else hidden in the dark recesses of his soul that made Wesley wary. His doubts were growing, leaving him wondering if he was too excited about Scotty to think clearly. He dragged himself out of bed.
Scrubbing his teeth with his toothbrush, he glanced in the mirror, noticing a hickey on his neck. “Shit.”
“What’s wrong?” Scotty had snuck into his bathroom and was standing at the door. The man looked great, even though he was dressed in the same clothes he’d worn the night before.
Wesley hadn’t pulled on his underwear, and he felt vulnerable under Scotty’s gaze. He moved to cover his dick, and Scotty shook his head. Wesley didn’t want to obey, didn’t want to feel like he had to. Rebellion filled him, and he narrowed his eyes, wondering how far Scotty was going to take this. Neither of them gave in. Scotty pressed his lips together, and Wesley thought of those lips on his cock. His dick twitched, making the decision for him. He dropped his arms to his side, took a step closer to Scotty, and bowed his head.
His dick continued to fill out, embarrassing him like hell. Even if he wanted to say no to Scotty, he couldn’t. Scotty stepped closer, his fingers on Wesley’s abs, then on his chin, forcing Wesley to look up.
“You are a lusty boy. I let you come three times last night, and here you are, hard again. Tell me, how many men have you fucked or let fuck you since you started stalking me at the library?”
Wesley swallowed, knowing that his answer would show just how immature he was and how desperate he’d been for Scotty. His face heated and he swallowed.
“Ten?” Scotty asked.
Wesley shook his head. Scotty lifted his eyebrow, his expression more severe. “Fifteen?”
“God no. I’ve not even had that many partners in my life.”
Scotty grabbed his wrists and pressed him against the wall, holding his hands overhead. “Tell me, lover, how many?”
His inexperience was embarrassing. “Three.”
“Three since you’ve started following after me? You are needy.”
“No, two before you. I haven’t been with anyone in a long time. So it’s three total, that’s it.” His face was burning. He couldn’t believe that he’d told Scotty about his lack of lovemaking experience. The guy probably would dump him, especially after what he’d seen at the club. Scotty was so cool, calm and collected, and he was a child in comparison, totally and completely incapable of being suave in a situation like Barringers.
Scotty cupped his cheek and let go of Wesley’s hands. “You mean to tell me that you’ve only had two lovers other than me?”
His face was so hot he needed to jump in shower to cool off. “God, it’s so embarrassing.”
Scotty leaned in close and sighed before kissing him. The smooth caress of Scotty’s hands soothed him. The man lifted him up, pulling him in so Wesley had to wrap his legs around Scotty’s waist. He held on tight as Scotty slid his tongue over his neck and nibbled on his ears.
“If you keep this up, I’m going to come again,” Wesley said, his dick extra sensitive and brushing against Scotty’s shirt didn’t help.
“Fuck, you’re such a tempting treat. You push every one of my buttons.” Scotty carried him back to the bed, tossing him to the sheets. “Don’t move.”
Wesley shivered, the desire to stroke his cock weaving through him. The painful pressure in his balls felt so good, but stroking himself would feel even better. He rocked his hips, having to move or go crazy.
“Wesley, I said not to move.” Scotty sat down on the edge of the bed, his expression severe. “Now come here.”
Wesley smiled and climbed over but was thrown for a loop when Scotty pulled him to his lap and flipped him face down, his cock sliding between Scotty’s legs. The first swat to his ass made him jump.
“What the hell?” he screeched and tried to get up.
Scotty smoothed his hand over his butt cheek, slipping his fingers into his crack and brushing against his pucker.
“Oh fuck,” Wesley moaned.
“You need to learn to obey, and I’ve wanted to take you to my knee for a long time.” Scotty swatted him again.
Wesley cried out and tried to fight to get free, but Scotty was bigger and held him steady. His dick brushed against Scotty’s legs, sending a stab of lust through him. Scotty swatted him again, smoothing his hand over his ass, cupping his cheek before letting his hand fly again. The slaps to his ass didn't hurt, not really. They did make his dick throb, and the need to come blossomed, leaving him in shock. His balls were tight, ready to blow. Scotty swatted him again, the sting like nothing he’d ever felt before, leaving him aching for more but wishing it were over. Humiliation and anger welled inside, mixing with his lust, pushing him over the edge as his sensitive dick was squeezed between Scotty’s legs.
“Fuck,” he screamed, his dick twitching as his load shot out.
Scotty’s hand smoothed over his ass, taking away the sting. Tears burned the back of Wesley’s eyes, but he refused to cry. He’d never been spanked by a lover before. The mixture of extreme lust and anger made him want to tell Scotty to leave him alone.
Scotty pulled him up and pressed him down onto the bed, hanging over him and staring at him, wide-eyed. It was almost as if the spanking had surprised the hell out of Scotty too.
Tears leaked out of the corner of Wesley’s eyes, and he tried to roll away from Scotty, but the man held him still. “Shh, baby.” Scotty cuddled him close, his lips on Wesley’s neck. He could feel Scotty’s hard erection poking against his hip. Worse than the humiliation of a spanking, he wanted Scotty. Wanted the man to fill his ass again and come inside of him. He rocked up, searching out Scotty’s lips. He forced a kiss, punishing Scotty with his intensity.
At first Scotty held back, then he relaxed and fumbled with his jeans, opening the fly. He pulled out his dick and pushed Wesley’s legs back, teasing his crack with the tip. Scotty grabbed some lube and a condom, sheathing himself quickly. He pressed in, shoving all the way to his balls, barely giving Wesley time to adjust. They fucked fast and furious. Wesley lost control, pushing at Scotty’s shirt and clawing at his back. Scotty came hard, his breath rasping and his body shaking. Though angry, Wesley wanted to cuddle and hold Scotty close. The emotions this man brought out were confusing. Scotty pulled out and stood quickly. Abandoned, he watched Scotty retreat to the bathroom without a word.
Wesley curled into a ball, his feelings all over the place. Had he not been at his place, he would have run out, leaving without saying a word. Scotty came back and stood at the side of the bed. So much had happened in the last few hours, leaving Wesley more unsure of himself than ever before. He didn’t know how Scotty had dug so deeply under his skin in such a short time, but it was too much. His inexperience was showing and he hated it. The bed creaked as Scotty settled next to him.
The brush of Scotty’s fingers over his back made him shiver. “Wesley, what the hell am I going to do with you?”
Wesley didn’t look up and didn’t answer. He didn’t know what was happening. He’d never experienced anything like this before. His past lovers had been just as green as he was, their ability to understand the complexities of sex as faulty as his own.
“Come here.” Scotty pulled at his shoulder. Wesley resisted at first but then rolled over, his anger mounting with each passing second.
“You going to hit me again?”
Scotty sucked in a breath, then tucked his hands under Wesley’s arms, forcing him to his lap. Scotty cradled him, kissing his shoulder and face. “Babe, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to misunderstand the situation. I don’t want to hurt you, just bring you pleasure.”
“Then why did you…”
“Did you get no pleasure out of it?”
Wesley ducked his head. This was the most embarrassing thing he’d ever experienced. He shouldn’t have found pleasure in the act, and yet he had.
“Please, Wesley, tell me that you took no pleasure from that and I’ll never do it again.”
Wesley glanced up, staring into Scotty’s face. They both sucked in a breath, desire burning in Scotty’s gaze. His lips were on Wesley’s again. Scotty turned and pressed him into the mattress, covering his body. They kissed as if their lives depended on them staying locked together, their only breath coming from each other. Scotty pulled away, gasping for air.
“Boy, you are going to be the death of me. I can’t get enough of you. If you say the word, I won’t do that again, but please, don’t walk away from me.”
Wesley shivered. “Scotty,” he choked out, his throat closed with emotions.
“Talk to me.”
“I don’t know what to say.” The feelings were too big to keep contained. “How can I admit that I liked that and not be sick?”
Scotty shook his head, dropping soft kisses on Wesley’s shoulder. “You aren’t sick.”
“But you spanked me. I’ve never…”
Scotty sat up and separated from him. Wesley couldn’t stand it so he followed, crawling back onto Scotty’s lap, kissing his chin and jaw. “Please, don’t leave me.”
“Wesley, after last night, I don’t think I could physically walk away from you without losing a very significant part of myself.”
Wesley blew out a huge breath, the release cathartic. “Scotty, what the hell are we doing?”
Chapter Six
Lost didn’t even come close to how Scotty felt. Control was what he needed, but with Wesley in his arms, he had none. Spanking the man had fed his need, but it also showed how powerless Wesley made him feel. He'd been stupid, doing that without establishing a safeword showed how
out of control he was. He needed to leave and think about everything, including the freak-out session last night. Where the fuck had that come from? He had his issues taken care of, or at least he thought he did, but the tight constraints that ruled his life had masked his stability. He didn’t have anything under control, and it was more than evident to him now.
Wesley made him feel totally and completely out of control. How the fuck could he contemplate being with a guy who twisted him so tightly he lost it, but how could he leave this man—ever?
He needed to exert his power, keeping everything in its place. He functioned better when everything was in the proper order. He smiled down at Wesley. “I need to leave and head to work. What are you doing today?”
“I have a class at ten.”
“I want you to wear underwear today under your jeans. I don’t want you getting chafed.”
Wesley hesitated before agreeing. Scotty didn’t know if he should allow the rebellion or quash it. With Wesley, he felt the defiance had less to do with brattiness and more about inexperience with the lifestyle.
He leaned down and whispered in Wesley’s ear, “If you do as I ask, I will make it worth your while. You obey my commands, and I will reward you richly.”
Scotty rose up and walked out the door, adjusting his pants as he went, praying like hell that he’d have the concentration to work instead of thinking about Wesley underneath him, his legs spread wide as he brought Scotty more pleasure than he’d ever experienced before.
* * * *
Scotty stared at his computer, not seeing the words or numbers. He was supposed to be fixing an issue with a book that had been listed wrongly, but he couldn’t concentrate. The urge to head to Barringers that evening almost choked him. Control was his life, and allowing that control to slip, even for one minute, would be disastrous. Everything in its place was more than just a good idea for him, it kept his life running smoothly.
