by Sean Michael
“Or you could go home,” Day suggested. “I know you’re not far, and then you can take as long as you need.”
“I have work at noon,” Way said.
“Take the day off, boy. You keep the place brutally clean. It’ll be fine missing a day.”
“But—”
Neal’s hand covered his mouth. “Thank you, Day. I appreciate the time.”
Day chuckled softly while Stack and Tide laughed out loud.
Keeping his mouth covered, Neal walked him to the stairwell, only letting go when they got there.
“Never argue with the boss when he gives you the day off, love.”
“I just…. I didn’t want him to think that… I’m so….” Confused. Hard. Aching.
“I think he thought you needed a day off to process everything. And he was willing to give it to you.”
They went down the stairs and headed home.
He could feel the plug moving inside him, his cock aching in his jeans.
Neal’s hand slid down his back and landed on his ass. He scooted forward, his entire body going tight.
“Where are you going?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know anything right now.”
“You need me to love the confusion away.”
They turned the corner to their street and Neal put an arm around his shoulders again, tugging him close.
“I talked to Robin.” A lot.
“Yeah? What about?”
“Uh. Stuff? Sex stuff?” He was going to burn alive.
“Master and sub stuff?” Neal asked as they walked to the front door.
“Uh-huh.” He chewed his bottom lip, making it sting.
“Did he help you understand stuff?” They went in, and it seemed so normal, so much like home.
Neal drew him over to the couch in the den and they sat together. Neal faced him. “Well, love?”
“He said that I had good instincts and that I should let you help me.”
“Robin’s a good sub. I guess one of the questions should be: Are you interested in being my sub?” Neal put a hand on his thigh.
“I want to learn about things—about these things.”
“And I’d like to teach you.” Neal cupped his cheek, thumb rubbing across his lips. Then, leaning in, Neal kissed him. The connection was sudden and fierce, sparking between them, and he gasped. Whoa.
Neal tugged at Way’s clothing, pulling his shirt out of his pants. Neal’s strong fingers played over the skin of his belly. His abs tightened and that moved the plug inside him. Every move he made stimulated him, both inside and out.
Pushing his shirt up over his head, Neal undressed him. Every move Neal made also stimulated him, aroused him.
Thank God they were home, here, safe and in private.
Neal pressed his thumbs against Way’s nipples, moved them back and forth, and it didn’t take any time at all before they started to ache, to tingle.
Leaning over him, Neal kissed him, pressing him down onto the couch.
He wasn’t sure why Neal was so excited, but he knew why he was, and he moaned into Neal’s mouth. Neal’s moan answered his, the sounds merging together. Like their bodies were trying to. He arched up to meet the pressure of Neal’s body.
“Needy boy.” Neal muttered the words into Way’s mouth, and Way nodded. God yes. He always needed with Neal, and today he was revved up from talking with Robin, from thinking about what had happened to Robin yesterday.
Neal dragged his hand along Way’s side, fingers leaving tingles behind them. He stretched into the touch, his toes clenching as he did. Oh, so good. So hot. And so much easier than talking.
Neal rubbed their groins together, and he could feel the heat and hardness of Neal’s cock against his, denim all that separated them. He nudged the heavy cock as he tried to get to Neal’s belt buckle.
That had Neal groaning and pushing harder against him. “Love your touch.”
That made him shiver, that it was just his touch that made Neal hard.
Neal got his jeans open and pushed half off his hips. Way’s cockhead was pressed against Neal’s jeans button. He was already dripping, leaving damp spots behind. The little pinch from the button only made him harder.
“You’re leaking for me.”
“I’m sorry. I can’t stop, Neal.”
“I don’t want you to stop. I like it that I turn you on, that you’re wet for me.” Neal’s hand wrapped around his cock. “Tell me what you talked to Robin about.”
“Masters.”
“Mmm. One of my favorite topics.” Neal gave him a wink.
“He says you’ll be able to help me. Teach me how to know all this.”
“I will help you with anything. With everything.”
“Everything?” Even things like the huge cock? The need?
“Everything, Way. I’m willing to talk about anything with you, explore anything with you. Do anything with you.” Neal rubbed his belly, fingers drifting along the tip of his cock.
The tiny touch made him gasp, made his eyes roll back in his head.
“Maybe one day I’ll even have you ride a huge cock and whip your hole,” whispered Neal.
“Neal!” He jerked, almost pushing Neal up off him.
“You like that idea. You’re excited by it. Don’t worry, we’ll build to it slowly.” Neal pressed him back against the couch again, body rocking against his, denim sliding on his cock.
“I… I didn’t want to be turned on by it.” It felt wicked.
“Why not? I didn’t see it, but I bet it was so hot.”
“Because… it was dirty? It was private? I don’t know. I’m so confused and I feel silly.” And ashamed.
Neal didn’t back off, but he did stop rocking against Way, finding his gaze. “You shouldn’t feel silly for anything you think or feel. Okay? They’re your feelings and that makes them valid. And it was only semiprivate. They were in a place where they knew other people could see them, and they even had another master with them. And yeah, it is kind of dirty, but only in a sexy way. That makes things hot, doesn’t it? Stuff that’s naughty.”
“But is that okay?” He needed someone to tell him it was.
“Of course it’s okay. It’s fun and exciting and good and more than okay. You were invited in to enjoy it.”
“Not without you.” That was the one thought he actually got, that resonated inside him.
“Yes. Now we know. Not without me.” Neal kissed him again. “Never without me.”
“Never. That…. It would have been different if you’d been there.” And he knew that.
“It would have been better. We might have stayed. We might have been a part of it.”
He shook his head, but he wasn’t sure that wasn’t true. They might have stayed.
Neal pressed kisses over his face, hand moving on his cock again. “Just the thought has you leaking for me.”
“No. Don’t say that.” Please.
“It’s the truth. You’re aroused by what you saw, by the idea of participating, by the idea of being the one riding that cock.” Neal’s words kept coming, insisting on exposing his thoughts, his private, dirty thoughts.
He covered Neal’s lips with his fingers, his balls aching so bad. Neal drew two of his fingers in, sucking on them, pulling in time with the strokes along his cock. He arched, the plug inside him shifting. His head fell back, his hair heavy and tugging at him.
Neal continued to suck, to pull on his prick, to play with his nipple, and he wanted to scream.
His breath caught in his chest, and he couldn’t think—he couldn’t be here. He couldn’t do this.
“I have to get up.”
“You’re already up, love. Up and hard and flying with me.” Neal took his mouth, breath pushing into him.
This was scary. Scary and wonderful.
Neal rolled his body and Way’s followed, almost without his permission. Oh, he needed. He wanted to stroke himself, get himself off, jack himself good and hard.
> He reached for his prick, for both of them, together.
“No touching, boy. Remember our rule?”
“Oh God. God, please. I’m… I ache.”
“I’ve got my hand around you, love.” Neal squeezed it, fingers digging into his most sensitive flesh.
“Yes!” He kneeled up tall, his hips rocking harder, driving them together.
“Gonna make you come before you’re even undressed.” Neal sounded so wicked.
“Uh-huh. Yes. Yes, please.” He needed to let it go.
“Then come for me, boy.” Neal bit his earlobe.
Heat shot through him, pulsing from his cock, leaving him empty and aching.
“Mmm. God, I love the look on your face when you come. I love the smell of your spunk too.”
“Neal. You say these things….”
“It’s all the truth. It’s how I feel and what I want to do to you.”
Neal made him burn deep inside.
“And you like the things I say. They turn you on. They make you hard, make you need.” Neal rubbed the tip of Way’s cock, thumb moving back and forth.
That burned him down to the core, making his toes curl and his hips roll. Neal matched his movement, their bodies sliding together.
“You’re still hard for me, boy. You know how much I like that?”
He shivered at Neal’s words and bucked up again, so eager to show Neal how much he wanted.
“Yeah, I like it a lot—I love it.” Neal cupped his balls, rolled them in his sac.
“One of us needs to be more naked,” Neal noted. Then he leaned in and whispered into Way’s ear, “It’s me.”
Happy laughter bubbled out of him as he reached for his lover’s shirt.
“Love that sound.” Neal had a bright smile of his own.
“Love you. Naked. You have your jeans on.” And there was spunk on them.
“You’ll have to help me take them off.”
“Uh-huh.” His fingers were clumsy, but he managed, mostly.
When he was done, Neal curled their fingers together. “Love that you’re so excited.”
“I am. You’re…. This is… wow.”
“Yeah. Lots of wow.” Once Neal was naked, he picked Way up, and Way wrapped his legs around Neal’s waist without even really thinking about it. “I think we need a flat surface to continue.”
“So strong. Bed?” He needed a bed.
“That was my thought, exactly. The bed thing, not the strong thing.” Neal kissed his nose and climbed the stairs.
Neal was, though, strong and perfect, and Way was addicted. He didn’t know if this was how love was supposed to feel, but he liked it.
Neal stole a kiss at the foot of the stairs, then in the middle, and again at the top. The last kiss left him breathless, shivering in Neal’s arms.
“I want to do something to blow your mind.”
“You do, all the time.” All the time.
Neal beamed at him. “Riding a massive cock and having your hole whipped blow your mind?”
“Shut up.” He chuckled and took another kiss.
Neal’s tongue slipped into his mouth, tasting him, and he leaned in, diving into the kiss. Groaning, Neal pressed him up against the wall, deepening the kiss even more. Way pushed his butt against the flat surface, the plug rocking inside him, trying to drive him crazy.
Neal humped against him, making his back hit the wall again and again.
He tried to explain, but his mouth was full, the world Neal’s kiss. He supposed he didn’t really want Neal to stop, anyway. The constant zings from the plug shifting were addictive. The pressure against his inner walls made him shiver, made him hard.
Neal’s cock was hard as well, pressing against Way’s prick and belly, telling him Neal was turned on too.
He wiggled, sliding against Neal, trying to give them both what they needed.
“Feels so good, doesn’t it?”
He wasn’t sure how Neal could still be talking.
“Shh.” He was obviously doing something wrong.
Laughing, Neal pressed their mouths together. He managed to grab on to Way’s tongue and began sucking on it. The pressure was odd, shocking, and hot as hell.
Neal’s teeth scraped along his tongue and he jerked, his eyes going wide. Neal smiled, that pleased, excited light in his eyes.
Way was pretty sure it wasn’t cool to bite another person’s tongue. He was also pretty sure it shouldn’t make his balls ache so bad, but it did.
As if he could read Way’s mind, Neal brushed his fingertips over Way’s balls, then behind them. Way tried to push into the touch, but he had the wall behind him and couldn’t get Neal’s finger close enough to tease the plug.
“My turn, Way,” Neal muttered. “My turn to make the calls.”
Way wasn’t sure he’d had a turn at making the call. He had gotten to come, though.
Neal pressed him against the wall again, mouth devouring his, and Way decided he didn’t care who made what call. He needed Neal.
Neal rocked against him, and his ass hit the wall again and again. Each little smack built up, a tiny burn that made him spin.
“Gonna love you so good.” Neal bit at his lower lip, then at his chin.
“Biting. You’re biting.” That was new. Different.
“Need to taste you, to have the flavor of you in my mouth.”
His entire body tensed—that was the most erotic thing he’d ever heard.
Neal licked his cheek, then nibbled on his ear, and Way rolled his eyes at the sudden pleasure. Neal’s hums vibrated over his skin as Neal slid his lips along Way’s face to his neck. Neal kept licking and kissing, tongue dragging on his skin.
Finally Neal pulled away from the wall and stumbled toward the bed, mouth on his skin, leaving a trail of fire behind.
They landed on the bed with a thud, bouncing a little as Neal covered him. Neal continued to lick and bite, sucking on his skin, teeth scraping him.
It stunned him how Neal made him want to scream.
Every inch of Way’s neck tingled from the touch of Neal’s tongue, the sharp sting of teeth. He didn’t know what to do, so he stopped trying. He simply let himself feel.
Neal licked at the hollow in his throat, tongue tickling him. He reached out and cupped the back of Neal’s head, and Neal smiled against his skin.
Then his lover moved down to nibble at his nipples. The bites were gentle at first, but got sharper and harder, and his breath caught in his chest.
His poor little nipple felt like it was going to be bitten right off. Stranger still, though, was that he thought he liked it. Cock was hard, aching, his balls felt tight and too heavy. The plug inside him felt like it wasn’t big enough. He needed more. He wanted bigger.
Looking into Neal’s eyes, he silently begged for his lover to understand.
“What do you need, love? You know I’ll give you anything.”
“More. More, please. I need more than the plug.” His face burned.
Then Neal beamed at him and suddenly he didn’t feel so embarrassed. “You’ll have me soon. And the next plug will be bigger, I promise.”
Oh. Oh, okay. Yes. He nodded, relief making him melt. Neal kissed the nipple he’d so abused, then slid a hand down Way’s body, between his legs. Way spread wide, and at the same time, he reached up to tug his own nipple, pulling a little hard.
“Naughty, naughty boy,” murmured Neal, but it didn’t sound like an insult at all.
“Not.” Way rolled his nipple, making the burn continue.
“You so are.” Neal’s hand stole up and their fingers tangled together as Neal pinched his nipple along with him. “My beautiful, wonderful, naughty boy.”
Way gasped, and his moan filled the air, so loud.
Neal took that moment to grab the plug and pull it out, the thickest part seeming to stretch his hole so wide.
The sudden emptiness was shocking, overwhelming, and wrong.
Thank God, Neal pushed two fingers in almost
right away, with cool lube that felt good against his swollen flesh.
“Please.” He squeezed hard, bearing down to take more.
“My eager, hungry boy.” Neal pushed another finger in, stretching them out inside him, then curling them together.
Way loved each sensation and he rocked, still wanting more. Neal sped his movements in response, fingers pushing hard and fast into Way’s body.
“I am. I want you. Need you.” That was clear, right?
“I know. I want you too. And I’ve got what you need right here.” Neal’s fingers disappeared and he looked down, watching as Neal slicked up his cock. It was thick and dark and shiny with lube.
He opened up, licking his lips.
Neal licked his own lips, gaze locked with his. “You want me in your mouth or in your ass, love?”
“Oh God.” His eyes crossed and he almost shot.
“Mouth first, ass second, hmm?” Neal grabbed a corner of the sheet and wiped the slick off, the shine fading, leaving only the velvety flesh.
“That’s okay? You’re okay with that?”
“Love, I am so much more than okay with that. I love being in your mouth and in your ass. Getting to do both during the same session is perfect.”
He reached for Neal’s hips and opened up wide, wanting Neal to push inside him.
Moaning, Neal thrust his cock into Way’s mouth, and he clamped his lips around Neal’s flesh. It earned him another moan.
The only thing that would make this better would be if his hole was filled too.
Neal began to rock, sliding his cock along Way’s tongue, dragging it over the roof of his mouth. “I’m going to fuck you, baby boy, and then I’m going to plug you again.”
The words went through Way and made him suck harder. Yes, please.
“I’ve got a bigger one. I’m going to fill you so good with it.”
His toes curled and he pulled, sucking harder, hoping to keep Neal talking, needing to keep the pleasure going.
“God, you’ve got a sweet, talented mouth. Don’t want this to ever end.”
The words made him ache, made his eyes roll. Neal pushed his cock deeper, right into his throat for a second.
“Almost don’t want to stop and switch, but I want to feel your ass around me too.”
He groaned and lifted his head, his lips coming off with a pop.