“Oh, just helping out a bit. Your chef got a phone call and walked out about an hour ago,” Quillan said before stopping and blinking. “That’s okay, isn’t it?”
Laz looked around the kitchen and was shocked to see the rest of the kitchen staff glaring at him. “Sure, cub. That’s fine. I just realized it had been a while since I’d seen you and wondered where you were.”
“Oh, I’ve been in here learning your menu, and helping where I could.” Quillan smiled. “You have a great staff, but I’ve gotta tell you, your chef is a putz.”
Laz couldn’t help but chuckle at the way Quillan lowered his voice as he shared his opinion of Tito. “Oh, we all know that, cub. But chefs that can cook roadhouse food aren’t all that easy to come by.”
“But he’s a putz,” Quillan repeated. “He’s mean and he yells and he adds too much spice to…well, everything.”
“We all know that, too,” Laz said with a chuckle. “I was going to take a break and have a beer. Would you like to join me?”
Quillan looked around with an expression of longing before he turned back and nodded. “Okay, sure.”
With that, Quillan crossed the room quickly, as if afraid the stove would grab him if he lingered. Laz followed, stopping only long enough to request a sample appetizer be delivered to his office.
“Three minutes, boss.”
Laz walked out of the kitchen and found Quillan just outside the doors looking nervous. “Cub? What’s wrong?”
Quillan dropped his head forward to stare at the floor before shaking it slowly side to side. “Not here,” he said just loud enough for Laz to here.
“Okay. What do you want to drink and we can go to my office and talk?” Laz said, taking Quillan’s hand and lacing their fingers together.
After asking Dori for a beer and a glass of orange juice, Laz led his boy down the hall to his office. They’d barely entered the room when Dori entered with their drinks, and one of the waitresses followed on her heels with a platter of nibbles, two small plates, and a stack of napkins.
“Thank you,” Quillan said as both women left again.
Once they were gone, Laz stood and crossed to the door. After closing it, he flipped the lock, wanting some alone time with his Little. He planned to hold off on sex until they returned home, but he wasn’t sure Quillan would want anyone walking in while he was sitting on Laz’s lap cuddling.
Rearranging the food and drinks on his desk, he sat down in his office chair and held out a hand. “Come here, cub.”
Quillan stood in the middle of the room, looking a little lost until Laz gave him an order. His Little boy was definitely submissive, which was just fine with Laz’s Daddy Dominant side.
“Quillan, come here,” he said with a little more power in his voice when his boy didn’t respond the first time.
Quillan jumped and hurried around the desk to him. “Sorry,” he said with a yawn. “I think my brain is tired.”
“That’s fine, cub. But I want you to eat something and drink your juice. Then you can take a nap on the couch while I finish up for the evening.”
“Oh, I won’t need a nap. I’ll be fine,” Quillan said just before he yawned widely.
Laz tried not to smile as he held his tongue. There was no need to because no matter how much he might fight, Quillan would be taking a nap after they ate because it was well past the bedtime they had established during over the week and Laz still had another two or three hours before he could call it a night and take his boy home.
Chapter Eight
Quillan woke slowly and frowned as he opened his eyes and found himself in Laz’s bed. He’d fallen asleep on the couch in Laz’s office at the bar. How had Laz gotten him home?
He tried to move, but a warm iron bar wrapped around his middle stopped him. Looking over his shoulder, Quillan took a breath and smiled at the sleepy man behind him. “Good morning.”
“Go back to sleep, cub. It’s still early,” Laz said, still more than half asleep.
Quillan pulled at Laz’s arm, trying to release himself from the big man’s hold. “Gotta pee,” he said.
Laz lifted his arm, and Quillan rolled to the edge of the bed and then scooted to the bathroom. He wanted to make it quick before Laz had a chance to wake up fully and realize they’d been sharing a bed. It wasn’t until he was standing in front of the toilet that he realized he wasn’t wearing the sleep shorts he normally wore. Instead, he was bare-assed naked.
By the time he finished and returned to bed, Laz had shifted onto his back, but had not run from the bedroom screaming. Quillan crawled back in and curled up next to the man, not sure how close he should try to get.
That question was answered when Laz shifted them both until Quillan was plastered to Laz’s size with his head on his shoulder.
“Mmmm, now go back to sleep,” Laz said as he patted the hand Quillan had resting in the middle of his chest.
Quillan closed his eyes, hoping to go back to sleep, but couldn’t. He’d been raised on a ranch, and his body was accustomed to rancher’s hours. Even when he’d lived away from home and worked nights, he was a zombie by the time the restaurant closed and still woke up by seven in the morning.
But he knew Laz needed his sleep, so he decided to just lie and enjoy the feel of the man lying beside him. This was the first time they’d shared a bed, and he was hoping that when Laz woke up, they’d do more than just sleep in it.
He did a good job lying still, or so he thought, but his fingers refused to just lie on the muscle-covered, lightly furred chest it was resting on. When the chest rose and fell dramatically with Laz’s deep breath, he froze, wondering if maybe he should just get up and go to his studio until Laz woke up.
“Don’t even think about leaving this bed.” Laz’s rumbling chest tickled his ear as he spoke.
“But you need your sleep and I’m disturbing it,” Quillan whispered so soft he wasn’t sure Laz even heard him. “I was going to go to the studio and do some work so you can get your rest.
But when Laz grabbed his hand and pulled it down his body, Quillan sucked in a breath and held it. His eyes went wide and he released his breath in a whoosh when Laz wrapped his hand around a long, thick appendage that wasn’t an arm or leg.
“You aren’t going anywhere, cub,” Laz’s deep voice grumbled as he guided Quillan’s hand up and down his impressive cock.
“Wow,” Quillan breathed.
Hoping this development meant they wouldn’t be leaving the bed any time soon, he decided to take a closer look at Laz’s cock. Wiggling out of Laz’s one-armed hold, he slid down the bed, pushing the covers with him to reveal Laz’s magnificent form.
When he reached the man’s cock, he could not help but moan at the beauty of it. Long, thick, and cut, Laz’s cock was a thing of beauty. If he’d been a musician, he would have written a song about it, and he had yet to feel it pounding his back hole.
Just that thought had his ass clenching in response. It had been a long time since he’d been with any man and Laz was bigger than all of his past partners. Maybe he shouldn’t be in such a hurry for the man to fuck him.
“Shhhh, cub. Nothing is going to happen until you are well prepped and begging for it,” Laz said as a hand combed through his hair. “But, if you’d like to give it a little kiss good morning, that would be all right.”
Quillan grinned up at Laz who was watching him closely.
Instead of speaking, he stuck out his tongue and licked from the root to the tip, earning a soft moan from the big man. Opening his mouth further, he took just the head into his mouth. He licked and sucked at just the head as he slowly slid his hand up and down Laz’s cock.
Precum coated his tongue, and he savored the tangy salty flavor of the man who had saved him from nearly certain death. Treating the head like a lollipop, he lapped and sucked before slowly taking more and more of his length in.
He was only able to take half of Laz’s length in before he began choking. Pulling back, he shifted around
so he knelt between Laz’s widespread legs. Using one hand to balance himself, he stroked his man’s cock and sucked, his own cock wetting his stomach with his own precum.
He could take Laz a little further in this position, but not by much. Each time his mouth was full, he swallowed, which had Laz moaning and starting to thrust up in response.
“Damn, you’re too good at that, cub,” Laz said just seconds before he jackknifed into a sitting position and lifted Quillan off his cock and turned the man over his lap. “But I’m not going to come until I’m buried deep in this sexy ass.”
Quillan looked over his shoulder at the man. “You’re not going to spank me, are you? I didn’t do anything.”
Laz grinned, looking like the most tempting sex god Quillan had seen anywhere at any time. “No, I’m not going to spank you. I’m going to stretch this beautiful ass so I can fuck it. But if you want a spanking…”
Quillan began shaking his head before Laz finished speaking. “Oh, no, that’s okay. I don’t need a spanking. I’m a good boy.”
Laz reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a bottle of lube and a condom that he must have placed there before falling asleep the night before.
Quillan rested his head on one arm as he breathed and worked to relax everything below his waist. He pulled in a sharp breath when Laz dribbled cool liquid down his crack and over his back hole. He blew it out as a thick lube-coated finger invaded his body. His body unconsciously tightened around Laz’s finger.
“Easy, baby. Take a breath. Now relax and let me in,” Laz said as he twisted his finger side to side before easing it further in.
* * * *
Massaging the globes of Quillan’s ass as he stretched his hole was the most fun Laz had had in ages. Once the muscles clamped around his finger relaxed, he added more lube and a second one, and then a third. He couldn’t help but grin as Quillan’s hips twitched and wiggled before lifting into his slow strokes as he tried to take Laz’s fingers even deeper into his body.
When Laz felt the man was prepared well enough, and his own cock was begging to bury itself in the small man, Laz patted his hip and said, “Up on all fours, cub. I need to be in you before my head explodes.”
As Quillan lifted from his lap and moved around on the bed, he looked from Laz’s head to his cock. “Which head?” he asked with a smirk.
“Both, I think,” he responded with a laugh.
Laz held his breath and tried to think cold thoughts as he rolled the condom over his cock. Quillan’s giggles didn’t help his concentration.
Moving to kneel between Quillan’s legs, he paused. “Are you ready for me, Little boy? Because once I enter your body, you are mine and there will be no other for either of us.”
Quillan whimpered as he nodded his head vigorously. His hips shifted from side to side as if begging for Laz’s cock.
“Words, cub,” Laz said with a slap to his boy’s right ass cheek.
“Yes, Daddy. I’m ready. Fuck me. Oh, please fuck me, Daddy,” Quillan begged.
Laz moved in and slowly eased the head of his cock through the ring of flesh and into Quillan’s body. When the muscles clamped down, he paused, giving Quillan a chance to adjust to his invasion.
Once the grip on his cock loosened somewhat, Laz began pushing further into Quillan’s body. He went slow but steady and didn’t stop until he was buried to the root. He stopped again, working to breathe and hold back the orgasm that was once again on the verge of overwhelming him.
“Move, Daddy,” Quillan demanded in a Little boy voice.
When Laz remained still, Quillan began to pull away. A sharp slap to his hip had the man freezing.
“Who’s in charge, cub?”
Quillan huffed a breath before dropping his head and answering, “Daddy is in charge.”
“And who is Daddy?”
Another huffed sigh, which had Laz smiling. “You’re Daddy, Daddy.”
With that small break, Laz’s orgasm retreated far enough to allow him to begin sliding out without worrying about coming too soon. Wrapping his hands around Quillan’s hips to hold the man still, he slowly backed out until only the head of his cock remained inside Quillan. Then he pushed deep again.
He moved back and forth, hoping to keep things relaxed and easy between them. But Quillan’s whimpering whines for more and faster had his body responding without his mind really thinking about what he was doing. It didn’t take long before he was slamming into Quillan’s body.
The tingling knot of arousal gathered low in his back before moving into his balls that had pulled up tight to his body.
“Come with me cub,” he ordered as his body shoved as deep as he could then tried to push even deeper as his balls squeezed tight, pushing his seed up and out his cock in an orgasm that had him throwing his head back and roaring.
Quillan’s cries of release joined his and had his hips thrusting forward, as if to fuck his semen all the way to his Little boy’s throat. His body locked into position, it was all he could do to breathe as his waited for the muscles to relax.
Once they did, he eased from Quillan’s body. Wrapping one arm around the man who had collapsed to the bed, he fell sideways, pulling Quillan with him.
Reaching between them, he quickly dealt with the condom, wrapping it in a tissue and laying it on the night table. Once it was dealt with, he wrapped his arms back around his Little boy while they recovered.
“Wow,” Quillan breathed a few long moments later.
“Wow, indeed,” Laz responded. “You okay?”
“Yes, Daddy. I feel amazing,” Quillan said as he wiggled even closer to Laz’s body.
“Good boy. Now go back to sleep,” Laz ordered even though he was smiling.
Chapter Nine
“If you know so much about how to keep bikers happy, you run the kitchen. Tell Laz I quit.” Tito pulled the bandana off his head and threw it at Quillan.
In seconds, the man was slamming his way out the back door, having only stopped long enough to grab the backpack he’d walked in with just a few minutes earlier, two hours after his shift was supposed to start and obviously drunk.
“Oh, shit,” Quillan said as he glanced around the kitchen with wide eyes.
While he’d run a kitchen for a short time in Kansas City, he wasn’t sure Laz was going to appreciate him causing such chaos at Saints. All he’d done was answer a call from Joe, the dishwasher, to come help in Tito’s absence.
It had been two weeks since he and Laz had become Daddy and Little boy, and he was coming to love Laz more every day. Tonight, he was supposed to be finishing up a quilt and going to bed early. But he couldn’t ignore Joe’s call. The restaurant needed help, and he could give it.
“Thank you.” One of the kitchen staff came over and patted his back. “He’s been an insufferable asshole ever since Laz named him head cook.”
The atmosphere had lightened as soon as the moody cook walked out, but he wasn’t sure Laz would be happy to hear the man had quit. But when Quillan had smelled his breath, he knew he couldn’t allow the man to take over the kitchen.
He just never expected he’d be left holding the bag…or rather the kitchen. Crossing to where the clean laundry was kept, he found a T-shirt that would fit and quickly changed into it. Grabbing a clean bandana, he tied it on. Taking a deep breath, he turned to the staff who were watching his every move.
Swallowing hard, Quillan crossed to them. “Okay, guys, we’re going to have to do an extra great job tonight so Laz doesn’t get too mad when he finds out I caused Tito to quit.”
The five members of the kitchen staff nodded and in unison said, “Yes, Chef.”
“All right, then. You all know your jobs. I won’t interfere unless I can offer a helpful suggestion. Now get to work. We have people waiting for food.”
With that, the staff returned to work. Quillan grabbed an apron and tied it on before circling the room to make sure everything was going as it should. He made a positive comment here, a suggestio
n for streamlining things there, and then began checking plates before the dresser handed them over to the waitresses.
He hadn’t told Laz he was going to stop by tonight, so he was hoping he could run the kitchen and sneak out again before the restaurant closed. But, as usual, fate was laughing at him.
He was cooking up another batch of the spicy sausage for the cheesy sausage dip that was seemed to be a popular appetizer when the door to the dining room swung open and a familiar voice asked, “Where’s Tito?”
Scooping the last of the sausage off the stove, he turned and looked at his Daddy. “He quit. Is there a problem?”
Laz frowned at him as he slowly crossed the kitchen. “Why did he quit?”
“Because he’s a butthole?” Quillan offered with what he hoped was a cute look.
Laz’s frown deepened. “Try again, cub.”
“Because he showed up two hours later and drunk and I refused to turn the kitchen over to him?”
Laz nodded. “That sounds more like the man. But why am I just now finding this out? Why didn’t someone come tell me earlier when he didn’t show?”
“We didn’t want to bother you,” someone said.
Then Joe stepped into the space between Quillan and Laz. He faced the big man and planted his hands on his hips. “I called Quillan and asked him to come cover. If you’re going to fire someone, fire me.”
Laz looked at Joe before turning his gaze to the rest of the staff who moved closer and provide a human shield between Quillan and his Daddy.
“Guys, get back to work. I’ll deal with Laz,” Quillan said, patting Joe’s arm and then stepping between him and the pastry chef.
Taking Laz’s hand, he led the man out of the kitchen and down the hall to his office. Once they were inside with the door closed, he flipped the lock before turning to his man.
“Don’t be mad at them. I had a feeling Tito wasn’t going to work out and told them if they needed to they could call me to fill in without clearing it with you. I just wanted to help. I didn’t mean for Tito to quit, but he was drunk and late and I didn’t want him to poison anyone by mistake.”
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