Flawed Justice

by Tibby Armstrong

  Sliding his own open, Lawson slipped the button through the leather of his pants. Freed his dick and retrieved a condom from his back pocket. He tore the packet with his teeth and rolled it on. Grabbed the small bottle of lube he’d tucked in his pocket as well and slicked a generous amount on his dick.

  “Remember what I told you, Matt.” Lawson guided his dick to Matt’s slick hole, letting him feel him there before he added a bit of pressure. “Press back. I want to see my dick stretch you open. Hear you come while I’m deep inside you and Curtis is fucking your mouth.” He bent down and licked a trail up the center of Matt’s spine, a rough sound escaping him as Matt relaxed enough for the head of Lawson’s cock to pass the snug ring of muscle. “There were go. Fuck, you feel good. So fucking good.”

  Matt gripped the length of chain above his wrist cuffs, trying to pull away, then pressing back. “You’re… Christ, you’re too big. It feels amazing, but...a lot. I-ugh, don’t stop.”

  Lawson drew back, then rocked in a bit deeper. “Do you want to give me a number, pet?”

  “No. No keep going.” Matt’s hips shifted restlessly until Lawson latched onto them and slid in all the way. “Move. Please keep moving. Fuck, I need to come.”

  Breathing through parted lips, Lawson held still, the heat and pressure of Matt gripping him bringing him far too close to his own release. He leaned into him, taking him even deeper, and raked his fingers into Matt’s sweat slicked hair.

  “Open your mouth and relax your jaw. If you can’t control your teeth he has a special gag he can use on you.” The threat was a bit of a risk, but by the way Matt tightened around him, he was more aroused by it than afraid. He released Matt’s hair as Curtis put his hand on the back of Matt’s head and guided his dick between his lips. “That’s my good boy. When he comes, I’ll take off the cock ring.”

  Curtis let out a half laugh, half groan. “He’s going to fucking fly.”

  “Yes.” Lawson pulled almost completely out, working the tight ring of muscles with the head of his cock, rising and gripping Matt’s hips as he slammed back in. “Fuck, you feel good, pet. So fucking good.”

  This was the most he’d ever vocalized during sex, but the way Matt responded to each word kept him going. Sweat beaded on his skin, on Matt’s, they slid together, his hands slipping on Matt’s hips until he tightened his grip. The rhythmic sound of his flesh slapping against Matt’s, Curtis’s moans, the wet sound of Matt’s mouth on him followed by the deep sounds of pleasure he made, blocked out the music, all other voices, and even the distant crack of a whip.

  Releasing Matt’s head, Curtis let out a shout, his expression tightening with the force of his release. He bent down, kissing Matt even as he fought to catch his breath. When he rose and leaned back against the wall, he caught Lawson’s gaze and wiped a bit of his own come off the edge of his lip.

  Clenching his jaw to keep from coming at the sight, Lawson reached down and unclipped the cock ring, letting it fall to the floor.

  Matt cried out, his whole body shaking, clamping down hard on Lawson as his orgasm rolled over him.

  That was all Lawson could take. His balls lifted and he slammed into Matt, pleasure bursting from the base of his spine, rushing outwards as the earth shattered, spotting his vision like he’d taken a fist to the skull. He held close to Matt, bowing his head to rest on the man beneath him, kissing his slick flesh as he slowly returned to solid ground.

  He slid from Matt’s body gently, reaching over to unclip his ankle cuffs from the cross as Curtis did the same for his wrists. After cleaning himself and Matt with the wipes Curtis handed him, Lawson did up his pants and drew Matt into his arms. The cuffs would stay on for now. For some they provided a sense of security, avoiding the feeling of being released too quickly. Lawson sensed that would be the case for him.

  Eyes glazed, moving as though he’d been woken suddenly and was still half asleep, Matt leaned heavily against him. Lawson brought him to a large armchair set in the darkest corner of the room with several others and a small, round coffee table. Settling in, Lawson lowered Matt onto his lap.

  Curtis brought over two bottles of water. He looked down at Matt with a tender smile before lifting his gaze to Lawson. He pressed his lips to Lawson’s forehead. “Leave him with me like that again and you’re not getting him back.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind.”

  “Good.” Curtis smoothed back his hair from his face and took a deep breath. “Soon as he’s able to walk, take him home. I’ll close up the place with Doc.”

  Lawson nodded and took the water bottles, opening one and handing it to Matt. “Thank you.”

  “Thank me by taking care of this one.” Curtis gave him a pointed look, then returned to the cross to clean the space.

  About thirty minutes later Lawson had Matt in his loft, wrapped in a black robe he’d grabbed from the supplies at the club, drinking a cup of hot chocolate as he sat on Lawson’s bed and stared out the window. He still seemed a little dazed, but steady enough.

  Sitting on the bed facing him, Lawson tried to get a read on where his head was at and failed.

  He put his hand on Matt’s thigh. “Are you okay?”

  Nodding, then shaking his head, Matt opened his mouth. Shut it and frowned. “I’m… I don’t know. That’s not how I expected my first time to be.”

  “No?”

  “Seriously?” Matt rubbed a hand over his face. “Not even close.”

  No surprise there. He didn’t sound like he regretted what they’d done, more like he didn’t know how to process it.

  “Tell me how you imagined it would be.”

  Matt made a face. “It’s lame.”

  “I doubt that.” Lawson caught Matt’s jaw in his hand and held his gaze. “Not every time we’re together will involve floggers and chains.”

  “Or other men?”

  “That will be very rare, if ever again.” Lawson’s tone hardened. He forced it to relax as he traced his thumb under Matt’s bottom lip. “I prefer not to share.”

  Brow furrowing a bit at that, Matt lifted his shoulders. “I don’t need…all that.” He looked at the cuffs still around his wrist. “But it was…fuck. I have no words.”

  “The only ones I want to hear is the answer to my question.”

  Cheeks reddening, Matt brought his cup to his lips and spoke quickly. “Me and a guy holding me down in a bed. Like I said. Lame.”

  Inclining his head, Lawson took the mug from Matt and set it on the nightstand. He latched onto Matt’s wrists with one hand just over the cuffs and pinned him to the bed.

  Gasping as Lawson undid his robe, Matt stared up at him. “W-what are you doing?”

  “Giving you another first.” Lawson lowered his lips to Matt’s and smiled against them. “Did you think you’d get to sleep tonight?”

  Already, Matt’s dick was hardening against Lawson’s stomach as he spread his thighs with his knees. He squirmed under Lawson, tugging at his wrists. Groaned as Lawson brought his lips to his chest.

  “We can’t—but we just—” Matt dropped his head back on the pillows when Lawson glanced up at him. “I’m going to regret opening my big mouth, aren’t I?”

  “Not this time.” Lawson released Matt’s wrists, shaking his head when Matt moved to lower them. The man wisely left them where they were. Bracing his hands at either side of Matt’s shoulders, Lawson gave him a hooded look. “But as we discovered earlier, I can find other uses for your mouth.”

  “Don’t you mean Curtis can?”

  Oh, so he wants to play that way? Lawson let out a dark laugh.

  “Now that, you’re going to regret.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Drying his hair with a plush-as-fuck white towel, Matt paused to appreciate Lawson’s sleeping form and grinned. Face down, on a diagonal across the bed, the man hadn’t moved since Matt had woken up. Looked like he’d worn them both out real good.

  Every move Matt made, showering, drying off, hell brushing his
teeth, tested the delicious soreness along his shoulders, thighs, and ass. He only had to glance to the shadowed bruise on his right hand to remember Lawson holding him down, Lawson telling him not to move, Lawson, telling him not to come. Lawson fucking him deep and hard until Matt’s teeth rattled and his bones turned to rubber. Even now, he felt Lawson’s hot breath on his ear, growling ‘good boy’ when Matt hooked his forearms under his thighs to give him better access to his hole.

  He laughed silently. Hell, he’d gone from virgin to well-fucked bottom boy in less than twenty-four hours.

  And he had zero desire to go back.

  Towel in his hand, he reanimated. He’d spent an embarrassingly long time just staring at Lawson, curling his fingers into his palms and imagining kissing the vee of flesh right above his ass. Not that he thought Lawson would mind, but he looked so relaxed, in a way he never did. It’d be a shame to disturb him.

  T-shirt over his head, Matt stretched his arms high, teasing the soreness in his muscles again, just to remember Lawson’s hands on his skin. And Curtis’s... Last night had been a-fucking-mazing. If anyone had told him he’d enjoy being tied up and flogged, fucked, and manhandled in front of a room full of men, he’d have either called them pervs or punched them in the mouth.

  Maybe both.

  Some Shakespeare line he recalled from ninth-grade English class about protesting too much made him shake his head. He should have known he was both queer and kinky. He’d been jacking off to that fantasy about being held down and fucked by some faceless stranger for as long as he could remember. If he wanted to come hard and fast, he just dropped a coin in that slot and let the film roll behind his eyelids until he was spent. Gaze coming to rest on his half-empty cocoa mug on the nightstand, he recalled Lawson’s reaction to his bashful admission and blushed. Being held down, told not to move, and Lawson knowing exactly how to take control of the situation for them both had been even better than the fantasy.

  Fingers to his neck, he teased the tender spot Lawson’s teeth had created when he’d dared to test him. His dick twitched and he bit his lip, willing it to chill out. Any more handling today and it was going to have permanent rug burns. Yanking on his softest pair of briefs, he hissed, the phrase ridden hard and put away wet taking on new meaning. Jeans, he tugged on more gently and managed to button without further damage.

  Opening the door, he looked over his shoulder. Lawson still lay in the same position, though sunlight had crept over his shoulders making his olive skin gleam. White lines and a few suture marks crisscrossed like a modernist painting at intervals over his back. Matt’s gaze came to rest on glutes that were as rock hard in sleep as when Lawson was awake, and he smiled, unable to believe he was allowed to touch the man, much less have sex with him.

  He padded into the kitchen, closing the door softly behind. Scooping out the coffee, he let his vision go soft, remembering the way Lawson had held him on his lap. He’d never felt so languid, so drugged, so...safe. Palms curving over the counter’s edge, he hung his head and felt the burn in his muscles, the places his skin tightened where Curtis’s flogger had cut across his back in increasingly powerful strokes. His mind replacing Lawson behind him did nothing to calm down his arousal.

  The hissing of the coffee’s last drops into the pot pulled him from his sex soaked haze, and he poured both himself and Lawson a cup. Frowning, he tried to remember if it was four sugars and cream or just the four sugars, and shrugged. He’d put in the sugars and bring a fancy little pitcher that he’d seen in the cabinet when foraging for the mugs.

  Tray balanced on one hand—at least his waitering jobs had been good for something—he returned to the bedroom. Lawson had rolled over. Forearm flung over his face, sheet kicked off the side of the bed, he presented everything Matt hadn’t truly gotten to see the night before. The tray rattled, and he steadied it with his other hand. He’d been fucked with that? Even soft, Lawson’s cock lay against his leg in a way that said its length and girth wouldn’t be easy to swallow down. Still, his mouth watered when he thought about trying.

  He put the tray on the nightstand closest to Lawson, hoping the scent of the coffee would do the trick and wake him up. Somehow, he didn’t think shaking him awake would be a good idea.

  “Hey.” He stared down at Lawson’s relaxed features, the curve of his lower lip and the firmer line of his upper, and smiled. “Wake up, sleepyhead. Day’s a’wasting.”

  Memories of his mother saying those words flooded back, and Matt realized it was the first time he’d said them to anyone.

  A subtle firming of Lawson’s mouth and jaw, a shift in his arm, and the tightening of the skin over his abs said he was awake but not yet fully conscious. Matt waited a moment, chewed his lip, and wondered if he should leave the man alone.

  “What is it?” The words were full of gravel.

  “I brought you coffee.” Matt glanced worriedly at the tray. “And cream.”

  Fuck, he’d forgotten a spoon.

  Whirling, Matt left the room, dove for the silverware drawer, and retrieved a teaspoon. Flew back to the bedroom in time to see Lawson push his way up along the mattress and reach for the coffee, scowling at it like it had offended him by not levitating into his hand.

  If it had been Matt, he would have covered up, embarrassed, but clearly Lawson had nothing to be embarrassed about, and one knee bent, splayed to the side, the other leg straight out, he sipped his coffee and closed his eyes, not opening them until more than half the cup was gone.

  “I’m not going to bite. Sit down.”

  Matt scurried to do as he was told, grabbing his own mug and perching at the head of the bed. “Did you sleep well?”

  Lawson leveled a look at him, appearing to need to parse the question. “I don’t recall. I was asleep.”

  Matt laughed, then realized the man was serious and sobered. Note to self, no questions before the second cup. The carafe he’d placed on the tray at hand, Lawson poured himself more coffee and stirred in some of the cream and more sugar, cradled the cup and nodded. “Good coffee.”

  “Thanks.” Matt preened, as happy as if Lawson had told him he’d gotten in a good swing in the ring.

  Lawson rasped a hand over his stubble, breathing deep through his nose, and shook his head as if clearing it of sleep’s last muzzy edges. When he surfaced, his eyes were clearer, his expression less out-of-it. Resting his attention on Matt finally, he leaned over with a “Good morning” and a kiss.

  Blinking, Matt returned the gesture, not sure whether to put his cup down and cuddle closer or whether to stay away. Lawson solved the problem by taking his cup and placing both his and Matt’s on the nightstand before scooping his arm around Matt’s middle and yanking him close.

  In the crook of Lawson’s arm, Matt ducked his head and grinned. “You awake now?”

  “Mhm.” Lawson placed a kiss on top of his head. “How are you doing? Sore?”

  Lawson palmed Matt’s ass, and Matt hissed. Even so, he pressed into Lawson’s touch, inviting the discomfort.

  “Yeah. But not in a bad way. It’s...a reminder.” He tilted up his chin, catching Lawson’s gaze. “Ya know?”

  Searching his face, Lawson seemed to find what he was looking for. His lips quirked. “I do know.”

  Matt lifted his face, tentative, inviting Lawson’s mouth. The man didn’t disappoint. Coffee and heat, the taste of cream and sugar, filled Matt’s senses with the hungry kiss. Lawson growled, deepening the kiss when Matt fisted his hair, pulling him closer.

  Reaching between them, Lawson pressed the heel of his palm where Matt’s dick strained against his jeans. The touch was welcome, but his dick was so sensitive he automatically winced. Tried to hide it and resisted the urge to shift away from Lawson’s hand.

  Lawson slid his hand to Matt’s waist and arched a brow. “Not sore. Let’s rethink that answer, shall we?”

  Matt skipped his gaze past Lawson’s ear. “I’m sorry.”

  Stupid thing was, he wanted Lawson just as
much as he had the first time, if not more. Exploring the man’s body in the daylight, finding new ways to fit their bodies together, would have been number one on his to-do list. Except, his dick needed some kind of training regimen to learn how to keep up.

  “Look at me.” Lawson issued the command without touching Matt’s face, but the words alone were enough to make Matt meet his gaze. “There is nothing wrong with you. It’s normal.” One brow lifted. Serious but not unkind. “All right?”

  Matt nodded once, waited to feel the hot wash of shame, and blinked when it was oddly absent. He tipped up one side of his mouth. “I suppose I shouldn’t stand up Reed two days in a row.”

  “Mm.” Lawson’s eyes darkened, and he frowned. “I need to talk to Ezran before he thinks I’m taking what happened yesterday too lightly.”

  Remembering Garet on the back of the motorcycle, racing away from him and Reed with Ezran at the helm, Matt pulled away. Nothing like the memory of cold, stark terror to douse arousal.

  “If Curtis has any say, I’m betting he’s already scrubbing out the downstairs bathroom with a toothbrush.” And Matt didn’t mean just the floors.

  Lawson tipped his head in acknowledgement and slid from the bed. Matt admired the sleek line of his flank where it tapered to a powerful thigh, and the dark hair that peppered his calves in just the right proportion below.

  “I’m going to shower and dress. I’ll meet you downstairs in a while.” Clearly preoccupied with the problem that was Ezran, Lawson made his way to the bathroom and partially closed the door, leaving Matt to find his socks and shoes and his way downstairs.

  Rough-hewn wooden pillars formed a natural dividing line between the game tables, dartboard, and the rest of the bar. Here, he found Reed, ass up, digging in the bottom of the crate and flinging straw onto the floor.