“We have a question for you, and you can answer yes or no. There is no wrong answer. But a friend of ours invited us to an event at their house next weekend, and it’ll probably last late, so they invited us to stay over in their guest room. Would you be okay spending Friday and Saturday nights with Ina and Chad and the boys? You can say no.” Rom glanced in the rearview mirror. “I should add, they have a pool.” He smiled.
Clay laughed, but it sounded nervous. “Do I have to tell you right now?”
“No, not at all. Why don’t you wait until after tonight, when you get to see their house and spend more time with them?”
Clay nodded. “Thank you.”
“The other option would be that we go and only stay a few hours, while you spend the evening with Chad and Ina, and we pick you up and bring you home. But he’s the friend who let us get married at his house. He heard about everything that happened and kind of wants to give us a mini-honeymoon. There won’t be any kids there, so we’re not trying to exclude you, but it’s not a kids’ party.”
Clay seemed to relax a little over that. “Okay. Thanks.”
But when they returned home and swung through the store downstairs, they found they had a visitor.
* * * *
Colton’s eyes widened a little to see Kent sitting at one of the tables in the classroom and schmoozing a totally entranced Sherry, Lucy, and about five other grannies.
“Kent? What are you doing here?” Colton asked.
He grinned as he stood. “Hiya.” He held out his hand to Clay. “Kent Corwin. Nice to meet you.”
Clay shook with him. “Clay Oa—Quinn.” He smiled at Rom. “It’s going to be Quinn as soon as the adoption goes through.”
Kent ruffled the boy’s hair. “Excellent. Ain’t it great when you can pick your family? Beats the heck out of the other kind, sometimes.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Listen, I was talking to Rom this morning, and I had to be in the area.” He retrieved something from under the tables, what looked like a laptop case, and waved the trio over to an empty table, where he set the case down and opened it.
“They said you might be interested in coding at some point.” He pulled out what looked to Colton to be a brand-new laptop, and a couple of books. “These are good starting points, even if all you want to do is play around, right? I figured you probably don’t have a laptop yet, and you’ll want one for school, at least.”
“Oh, my god, thank you!” He threw his arms around Kent in a hug while Kent grinned at Colton and Rom and gave them a knowing smirk.
By the time he left nearly an hour later, Kent had not only won over the grannies, but Clay, too.
Clay headed upstairs with his new computer to get changed and start his homework before they headed to Chad and Ina’s for dinner.
“I think it’s safe to say he’s going to be okay with us going to Kent’s next weekend,” Rom whispered as they followed.
Colton snorted. “No shit.”
Chapter Eleven
The next Friday evening, Rom returned to the apartment and headed upstairs. “One little bro safely delivered to Auntie Ina—ohhhh, my.”
Colton stood in the kitchen, cooking at the stove and dressed in nothing but his leather cuffs and collar, and an apron.
Which left his shapely, gorgeous ass exposed.
He cast a smile over his shoulder. “Like what you see, Master?”
“Mmmhmm!” Since Rom didn’t get to see that sight as often as he liked anymore, he definitely liked it.
Rom locked the apartment door behind him and started stripping as he walked, naked by the time he reached Colton. Rom stepped in behind him and wrapped his arms around him. “I see a little piece of Heaven right here in our kitchen.” He nibbled the side of Colton’s neck. “And it looks absolutely scrumptious.”
“You know,” Colton said, “maybe this works out really well. He can spend time on the weekends with Chad and Ina and the kids. That gives us all what we need. We can have weekend nakey time here or at Kent’s, and Clay gets healthy family social time.”
“You said it.” Rom pressed his face against Colton’s back and tightened his embrace. “We still need to re-do our budget.”
“Master?”
“Our vacation will, obviously, not happen like we’d planned. But more important, we need to start working on a college fund. We’ve only got five or six years. If he decides not to go, then we get our vacation. We’re not going to dip into our retirement savings. Like you said Grammy said, better to be comfortable later.”
“True.” Colton patted Rom’s hands. “Let me finish with these, and then you can ravish me.”
Rom stepped back to lean against the counter and watch him. He was cooking pork chops for dinner, and the delicious aroma filled the kitchen.
Colton really did have a perfect ass, gorgeous thighs. Sometimes it made Rom feel a little inadequate in comparison, his skinnier body, but he knew he didn’t have the desire or discipline to hit the gym.
And there was the whole he was seriously worried he’d punch a guy if he saw them hitting on Colton problem.
Yeah. Assault…baaaad.
“Christmas should be interesting this year,” Colton said.
“Hmm? Why?”
Colton smiled. “Well, Grammy and I used to host it. After she died, I went over to Aunt Roberta’s. Now I have Ina and Chad’s, and we’ll still have to fit Aunt Roberta in, too. I might actually feel like putting up a tree this year.”
“Oh, we’re absolutely putting up a tree,” Rom told him. “We can’t let Clay not have a tree. In fact, maybe we should host Christmas here. We can always move the dinner downstairs to the classroom to have enough room.” He smiled. “I think Halloween will be a hoot, too.”
Colton finished cooking the pork chops and got them plated. They snuggled on the couch to eat in front of the TV and Rom felt a familiar peace settle over him. “This is the life,” he said.
There would definitely be play and sex tonight, but with rope and bare-handed spanking, not implements. He was saving that for tomorrow night when he could really cut loose at Kent’s.
While Colton did the dishes, Rom prepared his rope and set up the bedroom. After the previous week’s interruptions, Rom wasn’t sure he wanted to play in the living room and risk someone walking in on them. Clay had his own key now, and while he shouldn’t need to come home this weekend, if he forgot something, Rom knew Ina would bring him over to get it.
Once Colton joined him in the bedroom, Rom pulled him in for a long, soul-sucking kiss that had both their cocks hard and dripping by the time Rom released him.
“Bed, now,” Rom ordered. “Sit on the edge.”
Colton got into position and Rom quickly started tying him in the chest harness he’d learned to tie in rope classes with Scrye and June over at Venture. With Colton’s arms secured behind his back, it left him helpless and quickly dropped him into subspace.
His sweet, predictable boy.
* * * *
Colton’s cock throbbed as Rom tied him. When the chest harness portion was finished, Rom had him stand and crawl up on the bed, on his knees, shoulders on the bed, over a large beach towel he’d put down.
Rom palmed Colton’s cock and balls from behind. “Someone’s having fun.”
“Yes, Master,” Colton said, grinding against Rom’s hand. Now that the pump was primed, he felt hornier than hell and just wanted a good, hard fucking.
Well, and a spanking, duh.
Rom started tying his legs, forcing Colton’s knees wider apart and then tying them to the corners of the bed frame and leaving him unable to move.
“That’s better.” Rom’s warm hands caressed Colton’s ass, down his thighs, along his calves. “Now this is an even more gorgeous sight than what I came home to.” He leaned in and Colton felt his warm breath brush against his balls and the underside of his cock. Rom’s tongue flicked out and teased his sac, making Colton whine with need.
“M
y boy’s all horny,” Rom softly teased. “Just ready for Master’s cock in your ass, hmm?”
His cock twitched. “Yes, Master, please?”
“You need your spanking first. A warmup for tomorrow night.” Rom’s hand closed around Colton’s cock and gave it a slow squeeze. “Then I’ll reward you for what a good boy you’ve been for me.” The hand disappeared and he felt Rom change position.
Tonight, Rom didn’t start slow. The hard, bare-handed smacks stung his ass, his thighs, and made him cry out in all the good ways. Rom pinched and dragged his nails over his inner thighs, until Colton lost all track of time and was one trembling ball of needy sexual lust by the time Rom finished.
Rom fisted Colton’s hair and pulled his head up. “Someone ready for their fucking?”
“Please, fuck me, Master!” If he didn’t get fucked, and soon, he was going to cry in the not-fun way.
Rom leaned in for a long, sweet kiss, his tongue tracing Colton’s lips. “Then hang on, baby.” He moved around to Colton’s ass. A moment later, Colton felt fingers and cold lube pressing against his greedy hole and he couldn’t help rocking back against him.
That drew laughter from Rom. “Someone really is needy tonight. Hold on, baby.” A moment later, the fingers disappeared and Colton heard him ripping open a condom pouch.
When Rom pressed the sheathed head of his cock against Colton’s hole, he rocked back as far as the ropes would allow, impaling himself on Rom’s cock and moaning to feel him finally there, inside him.
Rom’s hands settled on Colton’s ass and held him steady. “I’m driving, baby.” Rom started a slow, grinding rhythm as he fucked him that still made Colton whine because it wasn’t enough, it was never enough unless his guy was plowing him like a cornfield. He loved feeling owned and used by Rom, willingly submitting to him however his Master asked.
Because Rom made everything else in his mind go still and quiet. For that brief and blissful time, nothing from his past or present snuck in to steal his joy in any way.
Mixing it up with long, slow strokes, and hard, short, jabby ones, Rom finally found a combo that shoved Colton closer to the edge. “Think you can come just like this, baby?” Rom asked. Every stroke sent the head of Rom’s cock gliding perfectly against Colton’s gland, but he still couldn’t quite make it over the edge.
“I…I don’t know, Sir.”
Rom hooked fingers through the rope around Colton’s arms and held on, while with the other hand he reached around him for his cock. “Then let’s get you over like this.” He slicked pre-cum down his shaft and started squeezing, stroking, making Colton gasp and tremble.
Right…fucking…there.
Sooo close.
He hovered on that edge for several minutes, even with Rom stroking and fucking him. Rom slowed his thrusts. “Be my good boy, and come for me.” Followed by him squeezing Colton’s cock, almost to the point of pain.
Colton exploded. From riding that edge and unable to get over, to pleasure almost too intense to tolerate, his toes curled and he let out a cry as Rom focused quick, hard strokes with his fist around the head and glans of Colton’s cock, coming all over Rom’s hand as he milked it from him.
Once Colton finished, Rom hurried to catch up, pounding into him and finally sitting up and fucking him until he let out a gasp of his own—“Fuck, yeah!”—and finally fell still.
Colton trembled, sated, exhausted, spent.
“Hold on, baby.” He pulled out and Colton knelt there, eyes closed, as he heard Rom in the bathroom. He returned a moment later and started untying him. Once he was free, Rom wiped him down with the beach towel and then tossed it to the floor so he could roll Colton onto his side and spoon against his back.
“Better, baby?” Rom asked.
Colton found Rom’s hand and squeezed hard. “Waaaay better, Master.”
* * * *
With Clayton spending the weekend at Ina and Chad’s house, the men were going to enjoy their mini honeymoon.
All morning Saturday at the gym, Colton tried to focus on working with his training clients, but his mind kept drifting back to Rom’s promises for tonight.
Anticipating what might be in store for him.
Looking forward to the fact that they would get to go to Kent’s early, before anyone else arrived, and have privacy in the playroom. That kept Colton fighting a semi that stubbornly refused to go away.
That they’d be able to spend the night there and have freedom the next morning to play again didn’t help Colton’s focus, either.
It was the only drawback to living above the shop, that they had to watch their activities while anyone was downstairs. They could have sex, sure, as long as they weren’t loud, but spanking and other play like that was too noisy.
Although now that rope had entered Rom’s repertoire…
Rawr.
There was something so amazingly sexy and freeing all at the same time while Rom tied him. They’d told Scrye and June that they might be hit-and-miss on classes, and the couple offered to give them private lessons once they heard the circumstances.
They also received their first invite to a family-friendly Suncoast Society event that’d be held next weekend, a family cookout. Where they were assured there’d be other kids and zero kinky activities.
Even better? Apparently a couple of the kids who might be in attendance were gay, and could be a valuable support system for Clay.
Colton couldn’t wait until Rom’s rope skills had reached the level needed to safely do suspensions. He’d already envisioned in his mind how he could hook up a hard point downstairs in the workroom area, where the ceilings were high enough. He could easily install a hard point there and no one would ever notice it. The workroom wasn’t visible from the front windows, so once everyone cleared out at the end of the day, they could have all sorts of fun if Clayton wasn’t home.
Kind of like their own private dungeon.
Without the dungeon. Because trying to hide dungeon furniture from Clayton, Aunt Roberta, and the grannies would be impossible.
That was a conversation he damn sure would prefer not to have with any of them.
Once he finished with his last client of the morning, he opted to skip his own workout and head home.
He couldn’t wait to be with Rom.
And, hell, tonight would sort of be a kind of work-out.
Cardio, right?
He opted to wait to shower until he returned home, heading straight upstairs via the back entrance, where he found Rom lounging on the sofa.
Naked.
Colton immediately headed for the sofa, stripping as he walked, kneeling in front of Rom.
“There’s my boy,” Rom said, reaching out to stroke Colton’s head.
Immediately, a sweet, soft curtain of peace descended over his brain. The way it always did like this with Rom.
Rom silenced all the voices in his head, the memories of his parents’ harsh and angry words.
His self-doubts.
Everything.
Everything drew in tight and focused on Rom, and quieted his mind.
Rom sat up and leaned in. “Ready for a shower, baby?” Rom raked his fingers along Colton’s scalp, making him shiver.
“Yes, Sir. I waited.”
“You’re home earlier than I expected.”
“I skipped my workout.” He looked up at him. “I wanted to be with you. I figure tonight and tomorrow morning will be plenty enough of a workout.”
Rom’s evil grin finished hardening Colton’s cock. “Ooooh, boy. You got that right.”
Rom stood, holding out a hand to Colton, his meaning clear. Colton slipped his hand into Rom’s and let him lead him to their bathroom, where Rom pulled him into his arms for a kiss. “I know we’re going to need showers later before we go, but I can’t resist teasing you for a few minutes.”
Chapter Twelve
Can’t resist?
That was the understatement of…ever.
Rom could barely ke
ep his hands off Colton. The man was just…
Haawwwt.
And sweet. It wasn’t merely Colton’s looks that held Rom’s heart and soul captive. It was his boy’s gentle nature, his devotion, his heartfelt submission in everything he did for Rom. Add to it he was a fantastic big brother, which only made Rom fall harder for Colton, and that was something he hadn’t thought possible.
Colton was the whole package, and not just a gorgeous face, lickable ass, and Adonis belt to make Rom’s cock throb.
Plus his art was gorgeous. The man was a master with his hands, whether it was drawing or sculpting or working with pottery.
Most people who saw Colton and knew nothing about him assumed he was a gym rat or something, when nothing was further from the truth. Sure, he trained. He was a personal trainer, and kind of needed to stay in shape. Plus, training helped keep his mind focused. It was a means to a mental and emotional end more than it was a physical one.
He made it through the shower without either of them coming, although they were both hard now. Rom wanted to save it for Kent’s. After checking in with Clay to make sure he was doing okay and still wanted to spend another night at Chad and Ina’s—he was, and apparently enjoying the heck out of their pool and playing video games with the boys on their brand new game console—they prepared to head out to Kent’s.
Kent greeted them at the front door as they walked up. “How’s my new daddies?”
Rom and Colton both burst out laughing as they hugged him. “Um, that sounds sooo totally wrong like that, dude,” Rom said.
“Is he liking the computer? I received his thank you note. I’m impressed—that was old-school and very nice of him. Extra dad points for you two for that.”
“He loves it, and he’s started working on some of the stuff in the books.”
They headed inside, where Tim and Paul were preparing for the evening’s party. After catching up, Kent grinned.
“Playroom’s yours all night, gentlemen. Plan on sleeping in there, if you’d like.”
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