Will didn't smile. If anything his look turned even more intense. He drew Sinn forward until their lips almost touched. "Beg me," he said, his breath puffing across Sinn's lips.
Sinn could not mistake the command. Nor could he ignore it.
"Kiss me. Please." He had to taste those lips. More than anything, right now, he wanted to be consumed by this man. He wanted to be made into putty to be shaped by him. Just for tonight, he reminded himself. Just one night.
"Say it right. I think you know what I mean. I think you know what I want."
Sinn licked his lips, tasted the rain, enough to wet his parched throat. Yeah, he knew. He knew all too well. "Will, please kiss me. Or do you prefer I call you,” his throat locked up again. He swallowed and finally released the words. “Sir, or maybe master? You're right, I've been here before."
"Not right here," Will said softly. "Not with me. And Will is just fine. For now." And then Will's mouth came down over Sinn's, possessing, not with brutal strength, but a seductive masterful depth that left Sinn breathless.
Will pulled away before Sinn wanted. He tried to claim more, but Will held him back. He stroked the side of Sinn's face and this time he did smile. "Delicious."
"Then kiss me again," Sinn invited.
"Later. Come back to my place and we'll play some more," Will invited.
"Your place?" Again that small niggling of uncertainly.
"Not far from here. Down by the waterfront, near Pike's Place."
"You live down here?"
"I'm a photographer–I own some office space in one of the older buildings. I've converted part of it into living space because I sometimes work late. Do you want to play or not?"
Another chance to say no, to turn and walk away. But Sinn knew he wouldn't–certainly not after that kiss. Sinn never had been the type of man not to venture into dangerous unknown waters. And this was no different. He wanted Will, and he was going to have him on whatever terms were offered. He had a feeling tonight was going to change his life. He just had no way of knowing whether it would be better or worse when it was over.
"Yeah," he said. "I'm game. Let's go."
Will suddenly swooped forward and claimed another deep kiss. As far as Sinn was concerned, it clinched the deal. No turning back now.
CHAPTER THREE
The rain stopped, the sidewalks glistened wetly, mirrored puddles glimmered beneath the streetlights. Will was soaked; so was Sinn. Yet somehow it didn’t seem to matter. A certain heat emanated from beneath his skin, keeping him warm, if not wet. His cock burned inside his wet jeans. Once they reached his playroom, all would easily be remedied. He didn't rush things. They'd both be getting naked soon enough, and his dryer at the studio could handle most items of clothing. Not the leather, but the shirts, socks, and underwear.
Will knew he’d almost pushed too hard. Almost lost him. He should have known Sinn would be rather skittish after his L.A. experiences. As a journalist, Will knew to be thorough in his research. Wildlife was his specialty and he should have recognized the signs of a leery abused animal. Becoming too focused on the goal, he'd forgotten the patience required to make the journey enjoyable, the prey eager to eat from his hand. He slowed it down, way down, and he could sense Sinn's tension easing away.
"Are you ready to go?" he asked Sinn, giving over some of the control, but not all. "We can walk, I’m not far."
He felt more of the tension easy away. Sinn nodded. "Yeah, sure. Let's do it."
"You're positive."
Sinn glared at him. "I said yes, all right?"
"But do you want to do it, or are you just...surmounting a challenge so to speak?"
"What the fuck are you, my shrink or something? What does it matter why? You wanna fuck; I wanna fuck. It's one night for Christ's sake."
Did that account for how he'd disappeared for almost a year back in 2004? It wasn't until January 2005 through Will's digging via some Internet music sites, that he had uncovered Sinn in an underground band. Fan photos were a goldmine in his search. Apparently it was around that time when he had started using the name Sinn Midnite as far as Will had been able to tell. From that point on he'd been easy to track. But there were still those missing months to account for.
They headed out onto the street, splashing through puddles, turning onto First Avenue, just above Pike's Place. Will needed to know more.
"Had a rough time of it did you?"
Sinn shoved his hands deep into his front pockets. "What's it to you? It's got nothing to do with tonight."
"Are you sure? I don't need some guy going all crazy on me if we get into this. You did bolt on me back there, remember."
Sinn wouldn't look at him, he kept staring straight ahead, lagging just a step or two behind Will, letting Will take the lead. Will sensed a war going on inside Sinn. He had to wonder who would win in the end.
"Are you really sure you're up for this?"
"I told you I was. Quit asking."
Will spun around on him. The streets were deserted, hardly a car passing by let alone any pedestrians. "What happened? What made you run?"
"I don't–"
He didn't get to finish the thought as Will herded him toward the front of the candy store, pressing him up against the glass. It was the only way Sinn understood. The only way Will was going to get the answers he sought.
"What happened? And don't lie to me. I don't like liars. I want the truth."
Sinn stared at him for long moments. Rebellious, angry, mulish. Will understood those emotions. And he had a feeling they were emotions that had gotten Sinn into a lot of hot water over the years. As well as intriguing the wrong sort of man. But hungry was there as well. Not so evident as it might have been years ago, but still there. Maybe not for the same things. Maybe this hunger was for something different.
"For a kid you're real bossy, aren't you?" Sinn finally said.
Will leaned both hands to either side of Sinn's head, caging him against the building. "I knew what I wanted when I came to Seattle. Maybe I just met the right man at the right time." And he had. He had a feeling his introduction to the BDSM scene had been a lot different than Sinn's. He'd met a man who'd been honest and up front about his lifestyle. Handsome, intelligent, and experienced.
"Well, you did better than me, I guess," Sinn muttered.
"What happened?"
"The music is what happened. I wanted it too bad. And I was willing to do anything to get it. I was willing to pay with my soul, and I did."
"The shrink?"
"I didn't have a way out. It was at a...party. I couldn't take it anymore. Pills, booze, and me. One of the guys at the party was a trained EMT, besides what else he did on the side. He got me into the hospital, helped me find a shrink. If he hadn't–"
Sinn might have ended up just like Bobby. Dead.
Will stepped back. Could he go through with this? Sinn's sanity might be at stake. Maybe he should call the whole thing off.
Sinn must have sensed something because he lunged forward and claimed Will’s lips, thrust his tongue deep inside. Will knew he should have stopped it, but Sinn got past his defenses with one fell swoop. All his good intentions melted away. He clamped his hands down on Sinn's forearms and shoved him back against the glass. He pulled back and looked into Sinn's eyes.
"What is it you want?"
"What you're offering," Sinn said. His glance slid away. "I've missed it. Not the pimping out part, but there was more to it than that. At the beginning–I loved how he made me feel. Maybe that's why he could use me, get me to do what he wanted so easily. But in the beginning I loved how he made me feel. That's what I want to feel again. I didn't realize it before." He returned his focus on Will. "Not until tonight. No man has made me feel the way you make me feel in a long time."
"Can you handle it?" Will still wasn't sure he should go forward with his plan. "Without falling apart. Without memories resurfacing."
"I was all jumbled up back then. Too young to know any better. Too you
ng to understand what I really wanted. I've never known quite where to find it. Like a bull in a china shop I thought any man would do. Especially after what I'd let myself in for. But it's not just any man–it's your kind of man. Tonight–I need to find out if I’m right. I need to find out if there's a way to be left more than just feeling empty after fucking."
"You trust me?"
"I have to," Sinn said, his tone drenched with some soul-deep desperation. "My music should fill the void. I want–I'm finally on the right path with my music. Or at least finally heading in the right direction. But inside, something's still missing. And it's killing me."
The problem was, Will wanted this too. Maybe too badly.
"Let's go then."
* * *
Inside, Sinn was shaking. He never thought he'd find himself looking forward to scening with anyone ever again. For four years he'd prostituted himself. Whored for powerful, but sleazy men tied to the music industry–or so they'd said. He'd believed their promises and done everything they'd asked. He'd been a fool. but it was after learning of Bobby's death in a freak car accident that he'd spiraled down the rabbit hole and didn't think he'd ever find a way to climb back out. He’d never been totally honest with Bobby. He made it all seem bigger than life, that all his dreams were coming true. He’d never wanted Bobby to know the sordid truth.
He'd learned to make peace with himself although it hadn't been easy. He'd learned so much about himself and there was a lot of it that was pretty ugly. He’d coming to Seattle only after reading an ad online at one of the music sites. A band in Seattle was looking for a lead guitarist. Answering it on a whim had changed his life. It offered him a new start in a new town. With a new name. He thought he'd come to terms with what he'd made of his life and that he’d left L.A. behind. Until tonight. Until this man.
All this time he'd only been running. And sure enough, you can run, but you can't hide. Not when what you were running from was rooted right inside you. He'd come to love this city with its many faces. He'd always known growing up in Montana, he was not made for the ranching life. Bobby had tried to convince him otherwise. Bobby had stayed. Sinn had left. Bobby had wanted the girl, the ranch, and all that went with it. That had never been what Sinn wanted and he'd never quite known how to tell Bobby, his best friend, the truth. Sinn was scared, but he couldn't regret leaving that dry little town. No, he couldn't regret that at all. Though he had to say he still mourned Bobby's death which left a vacant spot in his chest.
Will gripped his arm and guided him down the street toward one of the old manufacturing buildings still standing in this part of town, dragging Sinn back to the here and now.
"This is your place?" he asked as he gazed up at the faded lettering on the chipped red brick facade.
"Yeah, well, actually I own the whole building. Got it pretty cheap considering. It's got a great view of the bay. When the clouds lift at any rate." He pulled out a ring of keys and unlocked the door. He glanced back at Sinn. "You sure you're still okay with this?"
He kept asking, which in and of itself seemed to give Sinn some assurance about the man. His early lovers had never asked, they'd only ever taken. Taken until he was nothing but a dried up husk, more arid than the Montana prairie in the searing heat of a summer drought. Surprisingly, Sinn didn't have a second thought, he needed Will to help him face down his monsters. He needed to feel alive again. He'd been scared of that much feeling on a personal level for far too long. Just looking at Will made him aware on a different level. Maybe it was that odd sense of familiarity he'd felt when he first laid eyes on Will at the bar. Sinn had not trusted anyone for a long time. He didn't know why he trusted this man. And yet...
There was a surety about the man. He emitted an energy that spoke of concern as well as power. Experience as well as empathy. He was not a hard man; he was not a jaded man. Hadn't Sinn already experienced that? What Sinn didn't know is if it was all just an act to get Sinn where he wanted him. Once inside, once they were alone and there was no place to run, would everything change? Would Will be more like the chameleon and change just as quickly? With Sinn's first lover that's exactly what had happened. But, he'd been a whole lot older than Will, and harder for sure.
Will stepped inside and Sinn followed him. When Sinn passed Will, Will turned and shut and locked the outside door.
"Can't have vagrants thinking this is a good place to spend the night off the streets." He checked the locks, then pivoted toward the second door. He turned to the left and opened a panel. To Sinn it looked like an alarm system. Oddly modern for this old building. Will punched in the appropriate code and the second set of doors popped open.
"The first thing I had installed.” He opened the second door and waved an arm. “After you," Will said.
"Lots of security."
"In this part of town, it pays to take precautions."
"Yeah, I expect it does."
They stepped past the doors and into the pitch black interior. Sinn smelled dust and ancient wood; a dull echo met his hearing as his boots scuffed again the old linoleum beneath his feet.
"Give me a minute while I reset the alarm system," Will said.
Before he knew it, Sinn heard the door close, an older deadbolt lock set into place, and then the presence of the younger man was behind him. Sinn started to turn to face him, but Will stopped him. A warm hand settled on Sinn's neck, stroked across the wet, exposed skin. Will nipped his ear, sending a spasm of arousal coursing through Sinn.
The entranceway smelled of old wood, topped by the scent of fresh paint. Then Will nipped his neck. He kissed and then sucked; Sinn groaned, his cock thickened as blood roared through him. Will reached around and cupped his balls, kneading through the wet leather. He pressed his hand around Sinn's erection.
"Unlace your pants," he whispered against Sinn's ear.
"Here?"
"Don't make me ask again. Unlace them. Right now."
Sinn shivered, but he didn't think it was because of the cold and damp atmosphere. No, it surely wasn't. With shaking hands he unlaced the crotch of his pants. He wore no underwear. Will's hand reached for the edges and peeled his pants open. "There now, you've got to breathe. Take your cock out for me. And then put your hands behind your back."
Sinn did as instructed. Will nipped at his neck again. Then Will's hands were on his prick, his fingers sliding around, then up and down. He released him, then readjusted the leather; readjusted his testicles so they draped over the lower edge of his pants and he felt the bite of the hard hem of fabric digging into his scrotum. He felt exposed in an oddly different way than ever before as Will moved his hands away, leaving him open and bobbing in the breeze. He then tugged Sinn’s wet T-shirt up over his head, leaving his torso bare. His nipples grew erect from both the chill atmosphere and his heightened arousal.
Will feathered his fingers through Sinn's wet hair. "Pretty Sinn. Delicious Sinn," he said.
And then Sinn felt the cold metal of handcuffs snap around his wrists. And that shocked him awake.
"What the hell!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Like a wild thing Sinn struggled to free himself of the shackles. But Will was well schooled in soothing wild things. He'd always had a certain gift, and he set to soothing this wild thing now. He stroked over Sinn's arms. He reached down to enclose his cock. He whispered in his ear as he teased his prick; tickled his balls.
"Shhh. Shhh. Do you think I’m going to hurt you? You know this game, don't you? We've had a chance to get to know a little about each other. You and I." Even as he continued to arouse Sinn, he was aroused by touching the body of this jaded rocker. So much to teach him, so much to enjoy about him. Would Sinn allow himself to be placed into Will's hands? Would he let himself experience the pleasure? Or would his past serve to scar the enjoyment he would experience tonight?
Will felt him tremble as he feathered his fingers over the silk heat of his aroused prick.
"See? Your body knows. Tell me your soul doesn't know th
e same." He scattered kisses along Sinn’s whiskered cheek. With the hand not pleasuring Sinn's cock he clasped Sinn's throat and tilted his head back. He then cupped his jaw and angled his head toward him. Sinn's eyes glittered in the darkness. The panic was lessening, replaced instead by intense arousal deepening his gaze.
"Delicious Sinn. Jaded Sinn. This is what you wanted, isn't it?" Will murmured the words, breath that skimmed over Sinn's lips just before he possessed the man's mouth with his own. Sinn shuddered, fell back against Will and he gave himself over to the younger man with the expert hands and the whisperer's expertise.
Will lifted his head. He removed his hand from Sinn's cock. Too soon to let him climax. Much too soon.
"You won't come until I tell you, will you, Sinn?"
He watched Sinn closely; Sinn's head still anchored by Will's hand, forced the bound man to meet his look, his expression illuminated only by the soft glow of the street lamps outside. Forced to yield. He no longer struggled to be free of the handcuffs. There was still some measure of uncertainty in his eyes; still a war raged inside him.
"Do you want to be here—with me, Sinn?" Will skimmed a flattened palm down the length of Sinn's chest, stopping at his lower abdomen, nested in his short wiry hair, resting there. Getting him used to the feel of Will's mastery, but not yet fully claiming him. He still had an opportunity to say no. Still could leave. "Say it, Sinn. You have to tell me the words."
A shudder passed through Sinn. "No half measures with you, are there?" Sinn asked. Will didn't bother to answer; Sinn knew what his response would be.
"You're not like the others. Fuck, you're nothing like them." He wiggled his hands and the cuffs jangled loudly in the silence of the deserted hallway. "You could kill me right now and I've got the feeling I'd thank you. You could beat me to within an inch of my life, and I'd ask you for more. How the fuck do you do that? I've been here before, and yet I haven't. Never like this. Never with someone like you."
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