Cherished

by Sara York

  The city was at full swing, vendors on the street and people strolling along the riverbank. Music wafted on the breeze, and a huge container ship slid up the river, bringing products from overseas. Wesley glanced up at him, his beautiful blue eyes so full of emotion Scotty wondered if he could live up to the hope he saw in Wesley’s gaze. Suddenly, he didn’t feel worthy.

  “Do you want to walk around for a while?” Scotty asked.

  Wesley stopped walking and turned to face him. “Do you want to know what I really want?”

  “Yes, I do.” And he did. He cared what Wesley wanted. This was different than other relationships. With Raphael, he’d been in control, but with Wesley, it was different. Wesley held all the cards.

  “I want to go back to your place or my place and cuddle on the couch, kissing and hugging until we fall asleep.”

  Everything seemed to stall, the sounds of the city died away, and all that was left was Wesley. He slid his thumb over Wesley’s mouth, his fingers caressing the smooth curve of his cheek.

  “I’d like that.”

  “I like sleeping with you. I like waking up with you.”

  Scotty’s heart expanded, his whole world felt too big, his life so small in comparison to the feelings growing inside. He wrapped his arms around Wesley, holding him close, and didn’t let him go for a long time. Scotty held on tight because if he didn’t, he might just get lost.

  When Scotty felt like he could stand on his own, he stepped back and took Wesley by the hand. “Come on. Let’s go home, my home.”

  All the way to his house, they held hands, only letting go when Scotty raced around the car to the driver’s side after shutting Wesley’s door. Going from hope to dread, then back to hope had Scotty feeling unsure of himself. He didn’t want to lose this young man, and yet he’d done a scene with Kevin, almost like he’d wanted to fail. He’d treat Wesley right from here on out, no questions about it. He wouldn’t do any more scenes with other guys, and he sure as fuck wouldn’t do a scene with Kevin. Not that he wanted to have sex with Kevin, but the man had gotten under his skin, leaving him needy as hell. A week ago, no question, he would have claimed Kevin as his new sub, not just a guy to play with, but Wesley changed everything.

  They pulled into the driveway, and Scotty cut the engine. He turned to Wesley, watching the emotions that played across his face. Wesley unbuckled his seatbelt and knelt on the seat. He looked at his shoes, then kicked them off before crawling over to Scotty.

  “Scoot your seat back.”

  “You know I have a bed inside. Two, actually, and a big couch.”

  “I want to kiss you out here.” Wesley straddled him, his hands cupping Scotty’s face.

  Scotty’s dick grew hard, straining against his zipper. The thump-thump of his heart was so loud, he wondered if Wesley could hear it. The perfectness of the moment took his breath away.

  “Wesley, sweet Wesley, what am I going to do with you?”

  “Scotty, make love to me.” Wesley’s breath feathered over his cheek, leaving him shaking.

  “Inside, in my bed, not here.”

  Wesley laughed as he climbed off him, his foot catching on the steering wheel. “Yeah, the bed would probably be more comfortable.”

  Wesley followed Scotty inside, taking in the stark decorations. The living room showed very little of Scotty’s personality. There were no pictures, no knickknacks, nothing personalized. No family photos hung on the wall or sat on the mantle. Austere and formidable came to mind, not warm and inviting. He shivered, wondering if Scotty had any warmth in his life, but Wesley knew the man was filled with warmth because of the care he'd shown.

  Those months spent watching Scotty as he worked at the library had shown him a little bit of Scotty’s personality, and this harsh environment kind of matched, but he knew how warm and loving Scotty could be.

  Scotty opened the door to his bedroom, and Wesley wasn’t surprised to find few decorations. It saddened him that Scotty lived this way. Did he not have anyone in his life, no family or close friends to warm up the place?

  He stood at the end of Scotty’s bed, waiting for his man to make a request. The flick of a lighter made Wesley jump. Scotty smirked as he lit two candles. The tension eased out of Wesley, and he reached for his shirt, pulling the hem, ready to undress.

  Scotty shook his head and wagged his finger. “That’s mine to take off. You’re mine, all mine.”

  Wesley dropped his hands and shivered. When Scotty talked to him like that, it made him feel so warm inside. He wanted to be with this man. He didn't know how close they'd end up, but he didn't want to lose him.

  Scotty flicked the light switch, and the room went dark except for the gentle candlelight. Wesley sighed, relaxing, no longer worried about what would happen or if Scotty would treat him right. He felt safe here. The thought of another spanking wove through him, and his dick jerked. His face heated as he imagined what it would feel like to have Scotty’s hands on his ass again.

  “What are you thinking about?” Scotty whispered as he approached, his walk more like a slink, making Wesley envision a predatory cat, and he was the prey.

  Wesley didn’t want to reveal his secret desire. It was hard enough to think about wanting a spanking, voicing his craving would take too much. He raked his teeth over his lower lip, stalling.

  Scotty was beside him, his gaze drilling into Wesley’s, his hands caressing slowly up Wesley’s arm as he worked his magic, leaving Wesley wondering how he could ever stand to lose this beautiful man.

  “Wesley, I asked you a question. You must answer.”

  He swallowed hard, embarrassment flaming through him. “I-I was thinking about stretching out over your lap.”

  Scotty waited for him to say more, but Wesley said nothing else. “Tell me more.”

  Heat welled up, he felt almost faint. Wavering on his feet, Wesley looked up at Scotty, afraid of how much power this man had over him. “I was thinking about you spanking me again.”

  “And?” Scotty whispered.

  Fear laced through him. “This is so hard.”

  “Tell me what you want me to do.”

  Wesley wrapped his arms over his chest and clutched his shoulders. “I liked it. I get hard just thinking of being over your legs, my ass exposed and your hand smacking my cheeks.”

  Scotty drew in a long breath and slowly let it go. “Take off your shirt and your pants. Actually, strip everything off. I want you totally naked and ready for me. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Scotty stayed clothed as Wesley stripped. Wesley felt small and a bit out of control as Scotty watched him get undressed. His dick throbbed and was ready to blow. Remembering the sting of the slap against his ass had him shivering. The bedsprings squeaked as Scotty sat. He reached for Wesley’s hand and pulled him close.

  “Lie across my lap like last time.”

  Wesley edged closer, his body vibrating with anticipation. Admitting that he wanted to lie across Scotty’s lap and get spanked had been so hard. Now that he was about to allow this man to slap his bottom, he felt a little ridiculous, a bit turned on and more embarrassed than he had been in ages. The heat hadn’t abated, and he was sure he was red, blushing up a storm.

  He placed one knee on the bed, his gaze locked with Scotty’s dark-blue eyes. His hands shook as he lowered, crawling over Scotty’s lap to stretch out across him. The feathery touch of Scotty’s hand shocked him so much he jumped.

  “Settle down,” Scotty commanded.

  Wesley wiggled, then folded his arms under his head but failed at relaxing. Scotty’s hand cupped his ass, squeezing just a little bit, enough to cause pressure, but not enough to massage his skin. The first strike was a total surprise. The shriek flew from his lips, and he almost bucked off Scotty’s lap.

  Scotty smoothed his hand over the stinging sensation, his voice whisper quiet. “You’ll learn to settle quickly. Won’t you?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “No wiggling a
round. Stay still. I don’t want your dick to get too stimulated.”

  The mention of his dick made him need more. Prior to Scotty saying something, he hadn’t thought of his dick since he lay down, but now all he could think about was coming.

  “I love that cock of yours. It’s perfect. When I had it in my mouth, it was heaven.”

  Wesley groaned at the thought of Scotty sucking him again. He lifted his hips slightly, trying to create some friction. Scotty punished him, his open palm slapping against his ass cheek.

  “Stay still,” Scotty growled.

  Vibrating with a mixture of pleasure and fear, he almost nodded, then remembered he needed to speak up. “Yes, sir.”

  “Good boy.” Scotty smoothed his hand over Wesley’s ass, his fingers dipping into his crack. “I want to tongue fuck you again soon.”

  Wesley couldn’t help the tiny movement of his hips. He hadn’t meant to move, but his dick was so sensitive and his balls so tight against his body, he just needed a little bit of relief. The two pops to his ass were almost enough to push him over the edge.

  “Wesley, are you about to come?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Not yet. I want you to hold back.”

  He gritted his teeth, his whole body shaking with the need to come. “Please,” he cried out.

  Scotty tried to stay in control, but with Wesley stretched out across his lap, his ass a beautiful shade of pink, he was having trouble keeping his dick tamed.

  “Please what?”

  “Let me come. I need—”

  He cupped Wesley’s butt cheek, squeezing gently. Perfect skin, smooth and delicate, tickled his palm. The guy’s balls were tight against his body, and he could probably come with little stimulation. He wanted Wesley’s lips wrapped around his cock now.

  “Stand up,” Scotty commanded.

  Wesley didn’t move for a moment, and then Scotty pulled him up, loving the look of helplessness and need on his face.

  “Get on your knees, place your hands behind your back, and clasp them tight. Don’t let go and don’t touch yourself.”

  Scotty pulled at his belt buckle, his gaze steady on Wesley. He noticed the slight shaking of Wesley’s hands as he reached behind himself and clasped his fingers together. The pink tint to Wesley’s face brought to mind the old china dolls his grandmother used to display above her mantle.

  He smoothed his hand over Wesley’s cheek. “So beautiful.”

  Wesley looked up at him, his clear blue eyes shining bright. Scotty sucked in a breath, taken by how lovely this man was. He’d been given a treasure, an opportunity to have something good—something so pure and innocent, he would ruin it if he wasn’t careful. The responsibility was too great, and he had no idea why he’d been given this treasure.

  His breath stalled and his heart skipped a beat. He wanted to drop to his knees and tell Wesley he’d love him forever, to open up and express his undying gratitude and love, but he didn’t. Instead, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock and balls, presenting them to Wesley.

  “I want you to use your mouth, only your mouth, to pleasure me. Make me come and make it good, real good. I don’t want to be disappointed.”

  Wesley blinked twice and licked his lips, his pink tongue darting over his luscious strawberry-colored lips. “Yes, sir.”

  Scotty hissed his approval as Wesley maneuvered his mouth just right to take in Scotty’s cock, sucking him down far, opening his throat to take the full length. Scotty rocked in and out of Wesley’s mouth, loving how good Wesley was at sucking cock. His balls were tight, his load about to pop. Wesley reached around and pulled Scotty’s ass cheeks apart.

  For a second, Scotty thought about stopping him, telling him that he’d broken the rules, but Wesley’s finger was at his entrance, pushing in. The pressure from his digit, along with the feel of his mouth, pushed Scotty over the edge. He came, his body shaking as he emptied down Wesley’s throat.

  When he was done, Wesley stood and placed both hands on the sides of Scotty’s face. “I couldn’t help but touch you. I wanted to feel your ass squeeze around me as you came.”

  Scotty questioned his sanity at that point. He should walk away from Wesley. This man was too good to be true. Allowing the disobedience would ruin any chance he had at having the upper hand. He should push Wesley away, forcing him to leave. Opening up to this young man, allowing him to be a part of his life might kill Scotty. He didn’t need the aggravation of a lover, and he didn’t know if he could live through the loss once Wesley realized what a total failure and a fake Scotty really was.

  But the desire to have Wesley with him won out. No matter how smart it would be to make Wesley leave him now, protecting his soul from more damage, he couldn’t send the man way. He’d just have to adjust when the time came and Wesley left him. He might not survive once the man wised up and said goodbye, but he sure as hell couldn’t live with himself if he forced Wesley away right then.

  Chapter Nine

  In the morning, Wesley went to classes, his mind only half on the material the professor presented. Scotty occupied all of his thoughts, leaving him in a state of near stupidity. He wondered how he’d get by not seeing Scotty that evening. Dustin, his roommate, found him on campus in Crites Hall, his eyes bright and darting around the room, not meeting Wesley’s gaze for long.

  “You still on for clubbing tonight?” Dustin asked.

  Wesley knew he should want to hang out with his friends, but he needed Scotty. “I don’t think so.”

  “Come on, buddy. What’s wrong? We’ll have fun. I heard the place is amazing.”

  He bit his lip, remembering how Scotty had sunk his teeth into the tender flesh. “I don’t know. I’m tired.”

  “Tired—what are you, eighty?”

  “Dustin, cut me some slack. I’ve been busy.”

  “It’s your new boyfriend.” Dustin shot him a sly smile and then tapped Wesley on the shoulder. “He been fucking you hard?”

  Wesley glanced around, hoping no one heard them. “Shit, be quiet.”

  Dustin locked gazes with him, intensity shining in his eyes, his interest a bit disturbing. “Has he been?”

  Wesley didn’t feel comfortable talking about their sex life—it seemed wrong. He really liked Scotty and didn’t want to piss him off by spilling the beans on what they did in bed. Scotty was different than any other person he’d ever dated and so much different than the two other guys he’d slept with. It was one thing to talk about a one-off, but he’d only had one of those in his entire life—he didn’t even remember the guy’s name and felt terrible about it.

  His experience was lacking, to say the least, and he wasn’t sure how a man like Scotty would respond. “I’m not talking about mine and Scotty’s love life.”

  “Love life? God, Wesley, you’ve got it bad.”

  “Yeah, and that’s why I’m not going out with you guys tonight, and I’m not going to tell you what we do in my bedroom.”

  “Shit, you’re making me hard just thinking about you with another guy.”

  Wesley stepped back, annoyance filling him. “Stop. You’ve never gotten this way before.”

  Dustin leered at him, his eyes narrowing. “That you know of.”

  Wesley rolled his eyes and took off, heading to Smooth Cafe where he could sit and study for a few hours while he snacked on muffins and drank coffee. Dustin called to ask him again if he was going to go with them, and he said no way. After finishing with his studies, he thought about stopping at the library to see his man, but he didn’t want to disturb him at work. And if it made Scotty angry, he’d get another spanking. With that thought, Wesley stopped walking and turned toward the parking lot around the corner from his apartment where his car was parked. After a few paces, he stopped walking and leaned against a tree, closing his eyes. He wouldn’t push Scotty to punish him. He’d be good and loving, not a clingy, crazy boyfriend who always had to put his nose into everything.

  Scott hadn’t made any plans
to come see him, but he hoped the man would stop by. After fixing a dinner of chicken and broccoli, he watched some TV before heading to bed, disappointed that Scotty hadn’t even call him.

  * * * *

  Dustin and Jesse met up outside B&D Burgers and walked to Oglethorpe Square to wait for Jesse’s boyfriend. Dustin wished Wesley had come with them. A car pulled up and double-parked, a huge guy stepping out, his gaze icy cold, almost cruel. The man headed straight for them, and Dustin couldn’t help but wish he could beg off, claiming he needed to be somewhere else.

  “Dustin, this is Aaron. He’s going to take us to the club. Aren’t you?” Aaron wrapped one arm around Jesse and pulled him close, kissing Jesse while staring at Dustin. When he finished the kiss, he reached out and grabbed the back of Dustin’s neck and drew him close. His piercing gaze made Dustin’s knees weak, and he smiled nervously.

  “I like you, kid. Kiss me and we’ll see if you can come with me.”

  Dustin was going to say no when the man lowered his head, placing his mouth over Dustin’s and delivered a very sweet kiss. Aaron’s hands were on Dustin’s waist, then dipping lower to his crotch, his fingers tracing Dustin’s dick. He moaned and Aaron chuckled.

  “Jesse, you did good. I want both of you on my arm tonight. Hell, I might want the two of you to kiss for a bit. Turns me on to watch two twinks making out.”

  Dustin sucked in a breath. He’d never kissed any of his friends, but Jesse seemed okay with the idea as he stepped up to Dustin and wrapped his arms seductively around Dustin’s waist, pulling him close. Dustin’s heart hammered, and he wanted to run again, but Jesse had his arms around him, and he felt trapped.

  Aaron sneered, a low growl emitted from his lips. “Kiss now and make it sexy.”

  The refusal was on Dustin’s lips, but then Jesse was kissing him and a hand was on his dick, rubbing him through his jeans as the other played with his nipple. The heat between them was amazing, almost like an explosion of passion. His dick throbbed, and he forgot that he and Jesse were just friends, he forgot that they had an audience, and he focused on Jesse’s tongue and lips and his hands on his body. Dustin rocked his hips forward, brushing his cock against Jesse’s.