Falling Bundle

by Jace, Alex

  “What?”

  “I’m not your sweetling.” Arjen stared resolutely out of the window.

  It was just one more stab to the heart. Max swallowed hard. He tried to shrug it off. “I’ll call you what I want.”

  “Stop the car.”

  “What?” He was totally off balance in this conversation.

  “I said stop the car.” Arjen undid his seatbelt.

  “Arjen?” Max slowed the car in alarm.

  Arjen reached for the door handle. His face was set and blank.

  “Arjen! Stop!” Max caught his arm, trying to keep his attention on the road. Other cars were manoeuvring around him. Sunlight slanted into his face to dazzle him. “I won’t call you that any more. Okay? I won’t.”

  “Okay.” Arjen settled back in his seat and put his seatbelt back on, still without a flicker of expression.

  Max’s throat felt tight. For some stupid reason he was still capable of being surprised by the depth of Arjen’s anger toward him. He had not realised that Arjen would pass up on going home together over a little thing like that. “Would you really have gotten out and left me?” His voice came out small.

  Arjen’s jaw tightened. “Do I need to prove it?”

  “No.” Max fixed his eyes on the road. He did not want the proof.

  “What do you mean, you’re working today?”

  “I mean I’m working.” Arjen sounded annoyed.

  Max took a deep breath and let it go before he lost his cool and threw the phone across his living room. It wouldn’t be far to throw—Max’s flat was nothing to speak of, with its heavy dark curtains and bare floorboards. It was drab. Small. Colourless. Much like Max’s life when Arjen wouldn’t let him come over.

  He tried to stay patient. “It’s Saturday, Arjen.” Weekends were for spending time together. Weekends were meant to be spent in bed and in the shower and on the table. Weekends were for experimenting. He couldn’t believe Arjen was blowing him off. “Why do you have to work? You never work Saturdays.”

  “I have a case. I need to be in the office. I don’t need your permission.”

  Max set his teeth. Arjen was definitely testing his patience today. “You do not get to just—”

  Click. Arjen had hung up on him.

  “Son of a bitch.” Max did throw the phone. It bounced off the far wall and hit the threadbare carpet. He wanted to kick it for good measure. All week he’d been looking forward to tempting Arjen into bed, spending hours lazily twined around him, bringing him to the edge over and over. He’d had all kinds of fun things planned. Now he was staring at hours of silence. And a stupid part of him felt that a day without Arjen was a day wasted.

  Max growled. He did not have to put up with this.

  He went to the shining block of glass where Arjen worked. It must be empty, because only a couple of cars were parked outside, dusted with fiery leaves from the oaks that spread their branches overhead.

  Max had a special smile that he used for charming people, and it only took a few minutes to convince the receptionist that he needed to surprise Arjen for his birthday. “It’ll only take a few minutes, honest.” Then he was inside the law firm.

  The halls smelled of money. Expensive soft carpets rendered his footsteps soundless. Everything was panelled in dark gleaming wood; the nameplates on the doors shone. He found Arjen’s office and walked in without knocking.

  Arjen looked up from his laptop. His brow furrowed. “Max?”

  Max shut the door behind him. Locked it. Drew the blind on the single window. “Is anyone else in the building?”

  “What are you doing here?”

  “I asked you a question.”

  “No, there’s nobody here, but you can’t come in here and—”

  “Are there any cameras in here?”

  “No, but—”

  “Is there any reason you can’t spend ten minutes getting your mind blown?”

  “I’m at work!” Arjen sputtered. “It’s unprofessional!”

  “I’ll take that as a no.” Max came around the corner of his desk to stand in front of him. Arjen tried to rise, to face him standing, but Max put a hand on his shoulder and pressed down firmly, keeping him in his seat. Max towered over him like this, and he took Arjen by the chin, further emphasising how much bigger he was. “I’m going to fuck your mouth, Arjen. Then, if you’re good to me, I might get you off on this desk.”

  Arjen’s eyes darkened. He was so easily swayed. “This isn’t…” He trailed off, losing track of his own objections.

  Max ran his fingers gently through his hair, getting him into the right mood. “Will anyone catch you?” Arjen licked his lips, his gaze dipping to Max’s crotch. Max tugged his hair to get his attention. “Talk to me, Arjen. I don’t want to get you into trouble.”

  “Nobody would know,” Arjen whispered.

  “Good.” Max ran a thumb along his lower lip, pressing just a fraction. Promising more. “I know you want this.”

  Arjen swallowed hard. “Yes.”

  “You need this.”

  “Yes.” He was breathless now.

  “Ask for it, Arjen.”

  Arjen shifted in his seat, bit his lip, bit his lip some more, then finally cracked. “Please. I need your cock in my mouth.” He leaned in, nuzzling hopefully into Max’s crotch.

  “That’s good.” Max was about to call him sweetling again, then bit his tongue, remembering. He unzipped his trousers with his free hand. “You’re going to behave today, aren’t you. You’re going to do what you’re told. Say it.”

  “I’ll—I’ll be good.” Arjen shut his eyes and rubbed his cheek against the bulge in Max’s underwear.

  Max sucked in a breath. He wasn’t going to last a second if Arjen kept doing that. He freed himself from his underwear, but when Arjen tried to take him in his mouth, Max brought him up short. “Wait.”

  “Wait?” It was a protest.

  “You can suck my cock when I let you.” Max set his shoulders, taking steadying breaths, keeping himself under control. The longer he could drag this out the more explosive it would be when he finally let them both come. “You can taste me. But only a little.” He allowed Arjen to delicately taste the tip of his cock with his hot tongue.

  The sweet flicker of his tongue damn nearly tipped Max straight over the edge. Max’s hands fisted as he fought to hold back. He made Arjen keep licking, but when Arjen tried to take him deeper into his mouth, Max pulled him back by the hair again. “I told you to wait.”

  “But I need…” Arjen was irresistible like this, helpless with wanting.

  “I know what you need. All right. Just a little more.” He let Arjen take him inch by inch into his mouth. Arjen groaned aloud, leaning into Max, his hands fisted uselessly in Max’s shirt. “You’re perfect, Arjen. You’re mine.” Max gritted his teeth and slid slowly, slowly in until he was filling Arjen’s mouth entirely. “Touch yourself now. Don’t come.”

  Arjen pushed a hand into his trousers and began jerking himself off with short, frantic strokes. “Not so fast, baby.” Max made him slow down that too until he was just barely teasing himself. Arjen made a strangled sound of frustration.

  There was something particularly fantastic about getting a blowjob from Arjen in his office. The sheer wickedness gave it a delicious edge. No man could have resisted him for long; Max held out as long as he could manage before he finally started fucking his mouth the way they both wanted, pulling back only to plunge in.

  After all that waiting, Max only lasted half a dozen thrusts before it was just too good and the pleasure broke over him like a tide. Arjen swallowed his come eagerly. Then Max dragged Arjen onto his desk, pulling his trousers and underwear down, and pushed two slick fingers into him even as he took Arjen’s cock into his mouth. He expertly rubbed the sweet spot inside him and Arjen barely lasted a second before he came, arching up and crying out and clutching at him.

  The release had been brief but intense. Arjen seemed dazed, so Max helped him put eve
rything back to rights; he could be gentle now that he was filled with that wonderful warm glow of satisfaction. Anything to be allowed to touch him a little more. Then he kissed Arjen’s cheek, very quickly, and retreated before he could be told to leave.

  He was beginning to realise just how deadly a situation he was in. Because Arjen was a whole lot more than just a fuck. Max was becoming increasingly and dangerously fascinated with him. He loved Arjen’s sharp intelligence, his defiant nature, and the cold way Arjen treated him just made him even more crazy to crack that shell. He wanted to be let in.

  Max had learned better than to try to get Arjen to talk to him under normal circumstances. His best chance at having a friendly conversation with Arjen was to ambush him while he was sleepy and satisfied in bed. It was Max’s favourite time, when he was sometimes allowed to lie beside Arjen for a little while, when he could pretend everything was right.

  He planned his next attack like a military campaign. He laid in supplies beforehand and lured his target into a vulnerable position. Namely, handcuffs. He dangled them enticingly in front of Arjen.

  Arjen was immediately intrigued despite his attempt to hide it. “I don’t know.”

  “Yes, you do.” Max turned him around by the shoulders and nuzzled into his throat from behind. He had taken his time undressing Arjen, tasting and teasing him, getting him into the right frame of mind. Dying sunlight poured thick and rich as honey through the tilted window above the double bed. “If you let me handcuff you, I’ll make it good.” He reached around to squeeze him. Arjen moaned, and leaned back into him. “Say yes.” He stroked slowly, temptingly.

  “Yes.” Arjen was so easily swayed.

  Max closed the handcuffs around his wrists and took a moment to adjust them. The click gave him an intense thrill; he didn’t think he’d ever exerted so much sheer power over anyone as he was about to now. “Do they hurt?”

  “No.” Arjen tested his strength against them, then subsided.

  “Good, because I’m not letting you go until I’m finished with you.” Max nibbled on his ear, enjoying his shiver. “I’m going to give you a safeword, okay? Just to be on the safe side. If you say the word red, everything stops. Say it back to me.”

  “Red.” Arjen leaned into him harder, letting Max hold him up.

  “That’s good. Unless you say that word, I’m not going to stop.” Max sat back on the edge of the bed and yanked Arjen down over his lap.

  Arjen yelped. He struggled half-heartedly, face down over Max’s lap with his hands cuffed. “What are you—”

  Max slapped his ass. The crack rang out across the room. The blow stung his hand; Arjen yelped louder, pulling against Max’s grip. Max delivered another slap, then another, heating up the delightful firm curve of his ass. Arjen squirmed in his lap, protesting even as he got harder, trying to rub himself against Max’s thigh. “You can’t—”

  “Safeword or put up with it.” Max slapped him again. Arjen gasped. He was enjoying being spanked just as much as Max had hoped, squirming and eager, and when Max teased his pucker for a moment between blows, Arjen squeaked. He was so hot and the friction of them rubbing together was unbearable. Max kept up the spanking as he slid his free hand up between Arjen’s legs, finding his pucker again with one slick finger.

  “Max!” Arjen arched against his grip.

  “Yes?”

  “I—ah!” Arjen’s voice wavered as Max slipped that finger into him. Another slap to his ass, and Arjen clenched deliciously around his finger. “That hurts,” Arjen complained without much force.

  Max squeezed his hot, sore ass. “Too much?” He stroked the sweet spot inside him.

  “Gah!” Arjen was getting incoherent, which was exactly how Max liked him. He rubbed that little spot until Arjen could barely get out a word, much less a sentence.

  Then he showed Arjen what else he’d brought—a nice thick dildo just like he’d promised. “I’m going to fuck you with this. Get it up inside you.”

  “Won’t fit,” Arjen managed, his voice hoarse.

  “It will fit. You just need to relax.” Max pressed the dildo into him.

  Arjen’s breath caught and he spread his legs wider as he offered his body willingly. It must be testing him to the limit, because he bit his lip and took deep breaths as it slid inside him. “Big,” he said breathlessly.

  “You can take it,” Max soothed him, running a hand up and down his thigh. He kept up the steady pressure.

  Finally the dildo sank home and Arjen moaned aloud. He was panting, clenching hard around the invasion. “That’s… I…”

  “Good?” Max dragged it nearly all the way out, then pushed it home.

  “Ah!” Arjen jumped against him.

  This was too easy. Max fucked him into incoherence with the dildo, loving the urgency of his need, his pleas to finish it. Only when Max’s own need become unbearable did he finally take mercy on Arjen; Arjen cried out as he came, his whole body tightening, stuffed full of the dildo.

  Max threw him down on the soft bed and drove straight into him. Arjen could not be more ready for him; Max slid home easily into the gripping heat of his body. Arjen’s breath was coming in gasps, he was worn out from being so thoroughly fucked. Max pounded him hard until he reached his own fierce climax.

  Afterward he took the handcuffs off. Arjen stretched out in the warm covers with a decadent groan of utter satisfaction that made Max want to fuck him all over again. Thankfully for his heart rate, Max was too worn out right now. “You liked that?” Max checked with him.

  “Mmm.” Arjen’s eyes slid closed, the lashes casting a curved shadow on his cheekbones, and he lapsed into silence.

  It was such a warm moment that Max dared to sneak a little closer. He ventured one of those questions that Arjen only answered in the immediate aftermath of sex. “What part of your family is Dutch? You don’t have an accent.”

  “My mother’s family is from Leiden. Arjen is a family name.” Arjen sounded rough and scratchy with exhaustion.

  “Speak Dutch for me.”

  Arjen opened his eyes and gave him a sidelong look; Max was obviously pushing the boundary of what he would permit. Then he said, “Ik lief je.”

  That was sexy. “What does it mean?”

  “It doesn’t mean anything.” Arjen looked away.

  “I like it. Ik lief je.” Max tried to mimic the sound.

  Arjen tried to smile, but it came out twisted. “You’re butchering it.”

  “Languages were never my strong point.” Max slid lazily down Arjen’s body, trailing kisses down the hot skin, lingering at the sensitive navel. Arjen tried to grab his hair, but Max slapped his hand away. “No touching.”

  Arjen could be very obedient when he wanted Max to get him off. He fisted his hands in the bedcovers.

  Arjen twitched with suppressed impatience as Max inched down, spreading his legs only to nip the hot inside of his thigh. Arjen squeaked and his grip tightened on the covers. “Good,” Max murmured, and nuzzled into the heat of his cock at the same time as he pressed a slick finger into his ass.

  He loved the way Arjen clenched with a gasp every time Max first did that. The reflexive tightening of his body was delicious. Arjen was being very patient for him, so Max rewarded him by taking him all the way into his mouth, pressing his finger deeper. Arjen arched up into his mouth with a moan. He was fucking hot like this, barely able to hold back. Max rubbed that sweet spot inside him.

  “Max!” It was a yelp.

  “Mm-hmm,” Max murmured around his mouthful. He could probably take Arjen now without any more preparation, but it was fun to play with him. He pushed a second finger in.

  “Ah!” Arjen jumped under him; Max draped a heavy arm over his stomach to hold him down. “Max! Please just fuck me.”

  If he was still coherent enough to talk, Max wasn’t finished with him. The hot, slick grip of his body around Max’s fingers was making Max hard to the point of pain, but he settled in to play with him some more, driving his
fingers in and out. Arjen tightened helplessly around him; he must be getting very close to the edge. “Ah—I—” Max slipped him a third finger and his voice went up an octave, his whole body jolting against Max’s restraining arm.

  All right, that was enough. Max pulled his fingers out and dragged Arjen across the covers toward him so he could press the tip of his cock against him. “Ready now?” Max teased him.

  “I—nnn!” It melted into a groan as Max pushed home.

  Christ, it felt good. Arjen was so hot underneath him, clenching so sweetly. Arjen’s arms came up around Max’s neck and Arjen clung to him, his grip tightening with each thrust. Max dipped his head to steal a kiss from him, then another, buried so deep inside him he could have sworn he felt the pulse of Arjen’s heartbeat.

  He wanted to drag this out forever. Just stay here with Arjen wrapped around him. But his tension was building, his balls tightening, and all he could do was muffle his groan in Arjen’s throat as he came.

  In the shuddering aftermath he wrapped his hand around Arjen’s cock and Arjen came for him easily within a few strokes. It was always magic to feel Arjen climax around him, tightening up and arching into him, biting his lip to stifle a cry. Then they just lay twined together during the last pulses of pleasure.

  Mmm. Arjen felt nice under him. Maybe Max could stay draped over him a little longer.

  Arjen pushed at him. Max only pulled him closer; he craved his nice warm Arjen snuggled into his arms. “Stay.” If he was allowed to fuck Arjen, he should be allowed to cuddle him. Already he felt sleep setting in. It would be so simple to drift off together, safe and entwined.

  “Red.”

  “What?” Max’s eyes snapped open.

  “Red.” Arjen met his gaze.

  “I just want to hold you! Jesus!”

  Arjen said in an extremely cold voice, “Is that a safeword or not?”

  Max felt like he was breaking into pieces. Something had splintered inside him and the sharp edges kept stabbing him. Max drew out reluctantly and shifted over to give Arjen room.

  Silence followed while they both caught their breath. Max was in absolute dismay. He wanted so badly to tell Arjen everything he was thinking, but the words piled up to choke him. “Arjen—”