Chapter Four
Alan
Alan had never seen a sight more beautiful than Craig. When he rolled the boy over and started massaging his chest he was completely pliant under his touch. Alan’s cock was rock solid almost to the point of being painful. Being trapped in his trousers didn’t make things any easier. From the moment he first touched Craig and the boy whimpered and then relaxed, Alan wanted him. He wanted him relaxed, and happy, and begging. Then Alan rolled him over and Craig’s breathing became shallow and needy. His beautiful cock was rock solid, and it was all he could do to ignore it. This wasn’t supposed to be about that. This was supposed to be a simple massage, something to relax Craig and help him float for a while and hopefully forget about that bastard Tim.
Then Craig whimpered again.
“Please, Sir. Please. Please.” Craig’s voice was thick with need and his eyebrows started to draw together. The poor boy was aching for release. Alan ran his hands down Craig’s torso. He loved the way Craig’s muscles seemed to chase his touch.
“Please, Sir. Please. I need…I need…”
Alan couldn’t resist. Craig was too beautiful laying there, shiny and slick with oil. His face a perfect combination of bliss and need, his body taut, muscles twitching.
“Please, Sir. Touch me, please. Please, Sir.”
Alan wrapped his hand around Craig’s cock and even then Craig made no move to chase more friction. The boy was totally and completely immersed in his submission and fuck, he was so perfect Alan could’ve cried. He stroked his oil slick hand up Craig’s cock. He loved the way Craig’s lips parted as he panted and moaned.
Alan tightened his grip on Craig’s cock and stroked upward. He added a bit of a twist and finally, Craig fell apart, bit by bit. He bit back a moan, his hips thrust up slightly, then he slammed them back down and forced himself not to move. Alan stroked him again, and Craig’s head tilted back, his back arched, his hips bucked and spurts of cum splattered his beautiful stomach.
Alan reached for the box of tissues he’d left on the dresser and dutifully mopped the cum off Craig’s stomach and cock. Normally he would’ve preferred to use his tongue, but Alan didn’t want to go too far. He’d only met Craig recently and he didn’t want to do anything to scare the boy or chase him away, and judging from the way his breathing had evened out, Craig was asleep.
Alan carefully got up off the bed and turned the light off. When he climbed back onto the bed he pulled Craig into his arms and carefully removed the ear plugs and the blindfold. God, it felt good to have someone in his arms. It had been so long since Alan got to take care of someone he almost forgot how fantastic it felt. It amazed him that Craig trusted him as much as he did, but he’d be a liar if he said he was anything but thrilled.
Craig seemed to be coming back to earth in increments. Then Craig turned a little in his arms until he was tucked in against Alan. He wrapped an arm around Alan’s middle and snuggled into him even more.
“Thank you, Sir.” He mumbled sleepily.
“I guess that means you enjoyed yourself, boy?”
Alan looked down at Craig, who had opened his eyes and Alan found himself wishing he would’ve left the light on so he could see him better. He wanted to look into his eyes and see if he’d managed to chase away even a fraction of the pain he’d seen there earlier. No one so young, so beautiful, and so sweet should walk around with so much anger and devastation in their eyes.
“Yes, Sir.” Craig closed his eyes and snuggled into Alan. “Thank you, Sir.”
Alan smoothed his hand through Craig’s hair and he nearly came in his pants when Craig let out a content sigh. God, this boy was beyond perfect. Sweet and submissive and so fucking responsive. Alan found himself irate that Tim had treated this precious boy so horribly. Then he hated himself for allowing even a little gratitude to poke its way in. If it weren’t for Tim, Craig wouldn’t be here, cradled sleepily against Alan’s chest.
“Sir?”
“What is it, boy?”
Craig said something, but he was clearly embarrassed or unsure about it, because even though Alan had been listening, he wasn’t able to make out what he said. He ran his fingers down Craig’s cheek and traced the edge of his jaw. Then he tilted Craig’s face up and looked down at him.
“You’ll have to speak up a little, boy.”
Craig kept his eyes shut, but he managed to speak a little louder this time. “Can I…can I stay here tonight, Sir? I’m not ready to go home yet. Please, Sir.”
Craig’s voice cracked on the word please and Alan’s heart damn near split in half and broke for the sweet little sub. In the next moment though, Alan grinned from ear to ear. He leaned down to press a kiss to the boy’s forehead. “Of course, you can stay. I’ll clean you up and…if you’d like, you can sleep with me.”
That made Craig open his eyes. “With you, Sir?”
“Yes, my sweet boy. I want you next to me tonight, but first I want to hold you a little longer. Is that okay?”
Craig smiled and tucked himself down once again so his head rested on Alan’s chest. “Yes, Sir. It’s more than okay.”
Alan held Craig for a while longer. He carded his fingers through Craig’s hair. He stroked his arm and his back and any part of the boy he could comfortably reach. He catalogued all of Craig’s little reactions. His delicate whimpers when Alan touched a sensitive spot. The tiny flinches when he happened upon a particularly ticklish patch of skin.
Alan curbed his reluctance and decided it was time to get them into the bath.
“Come on. Bath time, boy.” Alan knew he should switch back to calling him Craig. Alan wasn’t his Dom, Craig wasn’t his sub, but be damned if he didn’t like the way Craig responded to it.
“Yes, Sir.”
Alan shifted Craig out of his arms and told himself that he didn’t instantly miss the feeling of the smaller man pressed against him. He climbed off the bed and produced a robe for Craig. “Up, boy. Let’s get you to the tub.”
Craig rose to his feet and allowed Alan to help him into the robe. Alan had to rein in his urge to grab Craig, wrap his arms around him and kiss him senseless. He needed to know if his lips were as soft as they looked. He wondered what kind of sounds the boy would make when Alan slid his tongue into his mouth. He wanted to know if he’d lean into the kiss, or turn into beautiful submissive putty in Alan’s hands.
Craig leaned dutifully against the counter and watched Alan as he poured the bath. When Alan reached for the top button of his shirt Craig pushed off the counter.
“May I, Sir?”
Alan forced himself not to grin like an idiot. “You may.”
Craig came forward, still draped in Alan’s robe. It was much too big for him, but Alan liked how he looked in it. The sleeves draped down to his finger tips and the robe went halfway down his calves. His boy looked so small and sweet and positively edible in it.
Alan twitched. His boy. He wanted to pretend that he didn’t know the exact moment he’d begun to think of the sweet sub as his, but he did. That first command. Kneel down, boy. Craig sank to his knees and Alan had brushed his fingers through the boy’s hair and when Alan felt him sag with relief, he’d latched onto the boy and he found himself wanting to keep him. The connection he felt was instant and electric.
Alan waited patiently while his boy undid each of his buttons, then his cuffs and slid the shirt off his shoulders. He folded it neatly before returning to start on Alan’s pants. His boy was sweet, methodical, and not properly trained, Alan noted. Alan found the lack of experience endearing. It was the little things he did, like the way he’d sneak too many glances at Alan’s face, rather than always keeping his eyes downcast until ordered otherwise. He liked that he was forward enough to ask for things, most subs Alan had come across knew his reputation as a Dom and would never be so bold as to ask if they were allowed to undress him. But his boy was sweet, and he liked how comfortable he was with him.
It had surprised Alan a little to learn that he d
idn’t like the club scene. And it surprised Alan even further when he felt a little sigh of relief. It was something he’d have to think about later when his boy wasn’t gently stripping him out of his pants.
When he was naked, and his clothes were neatly folded and stacked on the counter, Alan stripped his boy out of the robe and helped him into the tub. He climbed in behind him and pulled Craig against his chest. He cradled the boy in his arms and shut his eyes. He could get used to this, he thought, to having Craig around, to having him in his arms and in his bath and in his bed.
Alan squeezed some body wash into his hands and rubbed it into Craig’s smooth skin. If he were cleansing himself he’d have used a cloth, but he wanted to feel the smooth exposed skin under his hands. Satisfied that he’d washed all the oil off, he placed an impulsive kiss on the top of Craig’s shoulder.
“Okay, out we get. It’s time for bed, boy.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Craig climbed out of the tub, and like a good little sub, he handed Alan two towels. Alan took one and wrapped it around his waist. He grabbed the other and gently dabbed it all over Craig’s body. With the boy dry, Alan wrapped the towel around Craig’s waist before drying himself off.
“I’ll give you something to sleep in. I have some lounge wear, it’ll be a little large on you.” Alan was desperate to feel the boy’s skin against his. He took him by the hand and led him into his room where he grabbed a pair of lounge pants out of the top drawer and handed them to Craig.
“I don’t think I could contain myself with that sweet little naked ass pressed up against me all night. Into the pants you get, boy.” Alan grinned at the flush of pink that swept up Craig’s chest, cheeks and even tinted the tops of his ears.
“What if I didn’t want you to be a gentleman, Sir?”
Oh, fuck. This little sub was going to kill him. Alan bit back a groan and cupped Craig’s cheek in his hand. He didn’t want the boy to feel bad over the rejection, because it was anything but that. It was the opposite. The boy was vulnerable tonight and he didn’t want to take advantage. So far Alan felt confident that he’d stayed on the right side of this, but pinning the boy down and fucking him into the mattress would cross that line. He simply didn’t want to fuck this up. “Tonight isn’t about that, boy.”
When Craig’s eyes dropped down to look at the floor, Alan tugged him into his arms and kissed the top of his head. “You’ve been so good, and so sweet, but you’ve also had a really long, hard day, haven’t you, boy?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Tonight, I’m going to hold you and we’re going to go to sleep. In the morning I’m going to make you the best cup of coffee you’ve ever had and then we’re going out for breakfast.” Alan furrowed his brow. “Unless you have to work tomorrow. It is a weekday.”
“I work weekends, Sir, when it’s busier. I usually get Tuesday and Wednesday off.”
“Good. Then put those on and crawl into bed.”
Alan slid into bed and turned back the covers. He watched Craig slide into his pants. They both laughed when the pants slid down Craig’s waist. They barely held onto his hips, one tiny tug would leave them in a puddle of fabric around his ankles. Craig hiked them up and held them with one hand while he crawled into bed.
Alan opened his arms and Craig went into them. He pressed his face into Alan’s chest. Alan tucked them in and let himself indulge in touching Craig some more. He smoothed his hand up and down Craig’s back and felt the boy relax. His breathing softened and evened out and for a moment Alan thought he was already sleeping.
“Thank you for everything, Sir.” He whispered.
Alan’s arms tightened around his boy and he lay awake for a long time, holding his boy in his arms and wondering exactly what he did to deserve this sweet boy. He hoped he could keep him for more than one night, because now Alan knew what it was that he’d been missing.
Him.
This.
Someone who needed him to do something other than flog him into subspace. Someone who needed comfort and protection and reassurance. Craig needed someone to talk to him, to be sweet to him and to comfort him and cuddle him. Alan needed someone who would let themselves be taken care of. Someone who wouldn’t take Alan for granted, or be bratty to try to eke a punishment out of him. Alan wanted someone who wanted to submit, who relished it, no matter what that submission led to. Most of the subs he’d come across wanted a specific kind of domination. Flogging. Caning. Humiliation. If he was right, Craig wanted submission, he wanted to please, no matter what that meant at the time.
Alan didn’t fall asleep for a long time. If he was only going to be given one night with this beautiful, perfect, sub, he was going to enjoy as much of it as he could.
Chapter Five
Craig
Craig woke with the sun on his face and with two strong arms twined around him. He snuggled closer to Alan and breathed deep. Thank god it hadn’t been a dream. If Craig had woke in his own apartment, alone one more time, he might not have believed any of it happened at all. But here in Alan’s house, in his bed and his arms he could breathe in the reality of it all.
And the reality was that Craig found more last night than he ever hoped for. When he entered that club, he expected to stumble on some sort of giant Dom who’d want to tie him up and flog him or maybe he’d want to put him in a cock cage and shove a butt plug up his ass and parade him around for a while before he fucked him senseless.
What he found was so much more than that. Kind and gentle, not only did Alan come to Craig’s rescue, but he stayed with him afterward and made sure he was okay. He seemed to be genuinely interested in the events that led to the confrontation in the club, and not only because it was his club—something Craig would have to spend some time wrapping his head around. He got the impression Alan wanted to know what happened because he cared. Why he cared, Craig didn’t know, but was glad he did.
He certainly never expected the Dom to climb on top of him and massage him into subspace. Then Craig remembered the grip around his cock, powerful and firm and not too much, but not too light. It had taken only a few strokes and Craig soared so high so fast that the only way to recover was to immediately fall asleep. And waking up in Alan’s arms the first time had felt almost as good as—and maybe even better than—his orgasm.
Craig’s stomach clenched. and he squeezed his eyes shut. Alan took care of him last night in a way that no one ever had before. Was this what it was like to belong to someone? Was this what it felt like to have a Daddy? Craig exhaled a deep breath and tried not to dwell on it. It was only a pipe dream.
“I can hear you thinking.” Alan mumbled. His voice thick with sleep was sexy as fuck. Craig’s cock, which was already awake, twitched with renewed interest. He gave his ass a little wiggle and laughed when Alan put his hand on his hip and forced him to stay still.
“Is today not about that either?” Craig quipped. He wanted to sound pouty and indignant, but he couldn’t keep the joy and the bliss out of his voice. It was only then that he realized that he’d come awake with a smile on his face…and that he actually slept all night long. Nights were usually spent restlessly tossing and turning and grabbing a few hours before dawn. Last night he’d fallen asleep so easily and slept so soundly that he almost felt like a different person. Or maybe he felt like his old self, but it had been so long he almost forgot what the old Craig was really like.
“Do you always think so hard first thing in the morning?”
“How can you tell I was thinking?” Alan had dropped the endearment which made Craig happy. While he loved being called boy, he wanted to be more than that to Alan. He didn’t want to be nothing more than some kid Alan plucked up off the floor of the club and decided to play with.
“When you think too much you get all rigid and unresponsive.”
Craig took a deep breath and made himself relax in Alan’s arms. He didn’t want to do anything to ruin this beautiful feeling. This bright, floaty feeling was the stuff that dre
ams were made of. But, all good things must come to an end.
“I have to pee.” He rolled over, so he could see Alan’s face. “And I’m pretty sure that you promised me coffee last night.”
Alan reached up and brushed his fingers over Craig’s cheek. He loved how tactile Alan acted with him. He loved being touched and petted. The way Alan touched him made him feel like there was something about him that was worth appreciating. “I did promise you that, didn’t I.” Alan leaned in and pressed a kiss to Craig’s forehead. “First thing’s first.” Alan kissed him one more time, then seeming a little reluctant, pried himself away from Craig. “I’ll use the bathroom downstairs and get the coffee going. You can use the ensuite again. There’s a new toothbrush in the bottom drawer.”
Craig watched as Alan strode to the dresser and pulled out a pair of lounge pants. He almost wished he’d stay naked, but at least his ass looked fabulous in the clingy fabric.
By the time Craig finished in the bathroom and made his way downstairs to the kitchen, Alan had the coffee started.
“Wow, does that ever smell good.” Craig held onto the waistband of the borrowed pants so they wouldn’t fall down again, and took a seat on the same stool he’d sat at last night. A lot had happened in the twelve hours that Craig had known Alan. Shit. Only twelve hours? Craig chewed on his lip and mulled it over. Yeah, it was about eight when he’d gone to the club and he met Alan shortly after entering. It was now a little after nine in the morning.
“Something wrong?”
“No, not all. I was thinking that…I’m really comfortable with you, you know. We only just met, but…I’m having a really nice time. You’ve been good to me and I was thinking that it was nice to connect with someone again.” Craig dropped his gaze down to the floor, not out of submission, but embarrassment. He hadn’t meant to say all that. But when he started talking, Alan smiled and the man's whole face seemed to glow with joy that shone out from inside of him. Craig found himself somewhat embarrassed that he’d said so much.
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