by Sean Michael
Neal chuckled. “Switching time, it is.”
“Need you, Neal. Please.”
“I love the way you beg.” Neal slid back down Way’s body, spreading his legs and settling between them.
Way ached, his entire body empty and needing more.
Neal didn’t make him wait. He pushed forward, the hard cock working into him, filling him up and making him feel every inch.
Neal’s moan expressed exactly how Way felt, and he grabbed his lover’s hips, tugging him deeper.
“So pushy today. I need to get you hot and bothered more often.” Neal thrust in hard, then did it again, cock banging up against his gland this time.
Lightning shot up his spine, the heat flooding him. “Again! Please!”
“Like this?” Neal slammed into his gland again, pleasure exploding inside him. Then again and again and once more.
Every thrust shook him, and Neal’s gaze held his, keeping him from shaking apart. He could feel his body working Neal’s prick, his muscles rippling and bearing down hard.
Soon, there was a lovely sheen of sweat covering Neal’s muscles, making them shine. Way slid his hands down the tense, bulging arms, petting, admiring.
Neal moaned for him and leaned in to kiss the corner of his mouth. He turned his head, lips open, searching for more, for deeper connection. Neal gave it to him, mouth dropping onto his, Neal’s tongue opening his lips and sliding in.
Neal rolled his hips, cock rocking inside him, pushing in little thrusts. It was so good. How could it be so good each time, and still be even better every time too?
“Stop thinking so much, baby boy. Breathe and feel.”
Breathe and feel.
“Breathe and feel, my love.” Neal repeated the words like they were a mantra.
He fastened on to them, repeating them over and over, letting them support him.
“Good job.” The praise felt wonderful, almost as good as the sensation of Neal’s cock piercing him.
“I want to be good.” He did. He wanted to do this right.
“You’re not good, you are amazing.” Neal’s gaze was warm, holding his.
“I feel amazing.”
“You are amazing. I’m going to show you so many things, teach you all the things you want to learn.” Neal pushed in harder, moved faster, the pleasure beginning to take his sense.
All the things he wanted to learn. There were so many. So many.
Neal shifted and slammed in hard, banging up against his gland, driving everything away but the sparks that created inside him. The burn and ache. He was caught in the pleasure that Neal gave him, in the warmth of that gaze.
All Way’s worries dissolved beneath the onslaught of Neal’s cock, the strong pressure, the thick prick opening him up repeatedly.
“I need you!” The words shocked him, they were so loud, so wild and fierce.
“Yes!” Neal increased the strength of his thrusts, cockhead hitting Way’s prostate with every push into his body until he felt like he was flying, like the pleasure was pushing him higher.
He shot so hard it pulled his abs tight, and his balls drew up, began to ache. Neal moaned loudly, hips continuing to move, to press that perfect cock into him.
“Soon,” Neal murmured. “My turn.”
“Uh-huh.” He tried to help, even with muscles that were like overstretched rubber bands.
Neal moaned for him. Then he felt the heat of Neal’s come pushing into him and filling him deeply. It felt so good. It felt… like it was supposed to be.
Way reached out with a hand that shook more than a little and cupped Neal’s cheek. “Wow.”
Neal nuzzled into his touch. “Yeah, that’s a good word for it.”
Every one of Neal’s panting breaths shot air along his hand, his arm, tickling his skin.
He couldn’t believe how his day had started. How it was going. This was… crazy. Wonderful, but crazy.
Neal kissed his palm, then pulled the thick cock out of him. With a soft sigh, Neal settled next to him, pulling him into warm, strong arms.
“Love you, Way. Love every moment with you.”
“Yeah? That’s… that’s the coolest thing ever.” It was, and he loved Neal to death.
Neal chuckled. “I like that. Cool.” Neal kissed him again and rubbed them together. Not like to turn them on or anything, but to be close, he could tell.
“Never had a day like today, you know?”
“No, I guess you haven’t. You want to talk about earlier?” Neal’s eyes were so blue and intense. It was like they were looking right into him.
“I don’t know. Robin said things that made me… curious.” Robin had let him in like he belonged in a circle of people he hadn’t even known existed.
“That’s good. I want to hear about all of those things. I want to know what you’re curious about, what you’re interested in. What things did Robin say that intrigued you the most?”
“That I was like him, that he knew I wanted… things.” And the whole subspace thing? What was that?
“It’s okay to want things, love. I want things too. There’s so much I want to do with you. So many roads to take. I want to be your master, Way. I want that kind of relationship for us.”
“Tide said we were, already. Does it show?”
“I imagine it does. To people like us, it’s easy to see. To the outside world, I imagine they haven’t got a clue.” Neal stroked his arm. “We fit together, you and I, like a lock and key—Master and sub. And other masters and subs can recognize that.”
“A lock and key, huh? I like that. Robin looked so weird. I can’t believe he let someone do that to him.”
“Did he look happy, though?” Neal asked. “Because that’s the real question—or rather, the important question.”
“Uh-huh.” Happy wasn’t even close. Robin had been ecstatic, soaring with pleasure, with arousal. Robin had said that he’d given it to Stack, given him the power to do it.
“Then that’s why he let Stack do it to him. He knew whatever Stack did, it would make him happy. He wasn’t worried about how he looked at all. Only about pleasing his master and finding something wonderful.”
“I….” Oh, he didn’t understand. He wanted to, but he didn’t.
“It’s okay, love. You can tell me anything. You can ask me anything.” Neal gave him an encouraging smile.
“I feel so stupid, you know? Like there’s this whole different world and I’ve been working there and trying not to see it.”
“That’s why you didn’t see it, love. You were trying not to. That’s not stupid, that’s pretty strong.”
“I…. I hate feeling like I need to catch up all the time.”
“You need to look at it differently. You’ve got all these amazing things to discover, to find out about. It’s quite the adventure that we’re at the beginning of.”
Oh, he liked that thought. Quite the adventure.
“We’re going to have so much fun together, my love.” He could hear it was a promise, the way Neal said it.
“I’m ready,” he whispered. “I’m a little scared, but excited too.”
Neal smiled, eyes so warm. “I’m excited too. And it’s scary. It’s a big thing. It’s a huge thing. It’s probably good we’re both a little scared. It means we care a lot.”
He reached out, squeezed Neal’s arms, and held on.
Neal nodded. “I’ve got you. I totally do.”
“Me too.” Because it was them. Together. Us.
“I know.” Neal kissed him, filling him with Neal’s breath, Neal’s need and love.
He pushed in close, licking at Neal’s lips. “We can learn this, together.”
“That’s the only way to do anything worthwhile. Is doing it with each other.”
“Okay, so… what do we do?” He didn’t know where to start. He didn’t know how to start.
“We love each other.”
“Oh. Oh, that’s easy.”
“It is. We love each other. We talk, we explor
e. We make it what we want it to be.”
Way nodded and leaned against him. “I love you, Neal. For real.”
“Good. I love you too. And we’ll figure this out. It’s going to be great.”
The excitement in Neal’s voice made him feel a little giddy, if he was honest.
Neal kissed him again, eager and needy like they hadn’t both come already.
“I love you,” he whispered. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”
“Oh sweet love. I love you too.” Neal squeezed him tight. “It’s going to be so good, I promise.”
“I believe you.” He licked at Neal’s lips. “Honest.”
“Okay, then.” Neal grinned and rolled them, putting Way on top of his strong body. “Let’s play.”
Chapter Two
NEAL HAD spent the afternoon making love with Way. Now he was cooking a special supper while Way napped. He’d exhausted his boy.
Grinning, he flipped the steaks.
Way wanted to learn to be his sub. Way wanted to learn the lifestyle.
He wanted to howl with excitement.
How had he gotten so lucky?
He whistled softly as he moved the steaks into the oven. He was in love. His boy wanted to learn. It was totally time to do a little dance.
He heard Way shifting on the sofa, stretching out tall.
He filled a champagne glass with ginger ale and brought it out to Way, leaving it on the coffee table.
His boy was waking up, beginning to search for him, look for him. He loved that, how Way naturally turned to him, even in sleep.
Sitting on the edge of the couch, he watched Way’s face as sleep slowly chased itself off.
“Neal.” Way slid his hand over his leg, petting him. “Something smells amazing.”
“Steak. Fries. Broccoli.” Simple but yummy.
“Yum. Do you need help?”
“Nope. It’s all taken care of.” He took the champagne glass and offered it over. “Ginger ale.”
“Fancy!” Way smiled at him, obviously tickled. “Thank you.”
“I thought it would be nice to really dress things up. I feel like we’re celebrating.” The beginning of the rest of their lives. He’d known for a while that Way was it for him, but to know he wasn’t going to have to give up this side of himself, that Way was going to share it with him, was definitely cause for celebration.
“That’s neat. I’ve never celebrated naked.”
“No?” He tried to think of a time he’d done something like this. “I don’t think I have either, but I think we should consider it a regular thing.”
“Me too!” Way’s laughter rang out. “Do you have a glass too, so we can cheers together?”
He grabbed the other glass off the table and held it up. “Cheers to us.”
“Cheers!”
Neal took a sip, then wrapped one hand in Way’s heavy mass of dark hair, drawing his boy in for a kiss. It might have been fun to do it with actual champagne, but he wanted them to be sober as they began their journey together.
Groaning, he broke their lips apart and rubbed their noses together. “Did you have a good nap?”
“I did. I never nap, but you wore me out.”
He chuckled and petted Way’s chest. “I plan to wear you out a lot.”
Way pinked and blushed, head ducking.
He hugged his boy and had another sip. “So, did you want to talk about anything you’ve learned or are curious about?” Neal wanted Way and his innate curiosity to lead their relationship.
“I don’t know. I mean, I’ve seen lots.” Yes, Neal imagined so. The upper floors of the gym were devoted to physicality—sexual and otherwise.
“You have. You’re in a unique position, having access to seeing things like that. Plus you already have some friends in the lifestyle. I bet that gives you a good idea of what types of things turn you on, what you want to learn more of.”
Way looked worried, then shook his head. “I don’t know if I want to learn about those things yet.”
“We’re going to take it as slow as you need to. Don’t forget about your safeword. That’s one of the most important things.” And he wasn’t all-seeing, even if most Doms would like to pretend they were.
“Asparagus. I remember.”
“Yeah, I do too.” He grinned as the oven timer dinged. “That’s our dinner. I hope you’re hungry.” He got up and headed toward the kitchen, humming happily.
“I’ll get dressed real quick, okay?”
Neal turned back. “You don’t have to do that. And if you do get dressed, just put on jeans, okay? I like your sexy body and want to see as much of it as I can.”
“Okay.”
He loved the way his words made Way blush.
He took the steaks out of the oven, pleased with how they looked. Setting two plates up with food, he asked his boy, “Where do you want to eat?”
“Can we eat in the garden? It’s a pretty day.”
“You’ll have to put those pants on after all.”
“I would have anyway, I think. Food requires pants.”
“I’ll have to change your mind at some point. But not today. Go and get them on, I’ll meet you out there.” He pressed a kiss against Way’s nose.
“I’ll be right there. I promise.”
“If you aren’t, I’ll have to spank you.” He watched Way for his boy’s reaction.
Way flushed—all over, warm, bright pink.
Grinning, Neal took the plates out to the backyard, then went back for their glasses and some utensils. Before he was done, Way was back to help, barefoot and bare-chested.
He admired his boy even as he teased. “You didn’t want a spanking? Shame….”
“N… not for doing something wrong.”
Oh, his boy was a special one.
“One spanking for the joy of it, coming up. After we eat.” He pointed to the chairs by the table.
Way’s cheeks were bright red, his boy refusing to meet his eyes.
“I think desire makes food taste better.”
“You think desire makes everything better.”
“Nothing’s proved me wrong yet.” He grabbed his knife and fork and cut into his steak, his mouth actually watering because he was hungry.
Way ate with him, eager and making the best appreciative noises.
He knew he had it bad, because he loved everything Way did, and he wanted to spend every second with his sweet love.
Way offered him the best bite of his steak, gently, carefully. He leaned in and pulled it off his fork, holding Way’s gaze as he did so.
Way’s smile burned him, down to the ground—sweet and happy. He reached out and slid his thumb along Way’s lower lip. Way sucked him right in, eyes falling closed as that hungry mouth pulled and tugged.
His cock responded immediately, as if Way was sucking it. “Love….”
“Mm-hmm.” Oh, that was lovely.
“I think I’m done eating.” He watched Way sucking on his finger. “I think we should move this back inside.” Because he was thinking thoughts that were probably illegal to even think outside.
“I’ll grab the plates and clean up.”
“The longer you take, the more plans I’ll have made.” It was a promise.
“I… is that good? Bad?”
“That depends on whether you like wicked ideas or not.”
Way snorted softly and went to clean the kitchen without complaint.
He was going to have to teach Way how wicked he could be. Definitely a spanking. Maybe a sound. Not necessarily to use, he wasn’t sure that Way was ready yet, but definitely to show him, to tell him what it was for and get Way thinking about it.
He thought that anticipation was going to be a huge thing for his boy. Anticipation, waiting, needing. Letting it sit and fester in Way’s brain so he thought about it over and over again, until he wanted it very badly. He wanted Way to need, to be in a state of constant arousal.
No more jacking off for his swe
et boy. No stolen orgasms, no early tugs in the shower. They’d talked about this a little, but never made any rules, set any punishments. That was about to change.
He made his way upstairs. “Come to the bedroom as soon as you’ve finished down there, boy.”
“I’ll be a few minutes. Did you want coffee or a beer or anything?”
“No, I want you.” Way was just delaying the inevitable. It made him chuckle. Was turnabout fair play? Way making him anticipate.
“I’ll be right up there in a second.”
“Be naked when you get here,” he called down.
“Before I get to the bedroom?”
“Yes. I want to see how excited you are when you get here.” He could almost hear Way’s blush from up here. His perfect, needy boy. The sound of the dishes clanking made him smile, and he imagined he heard Way hurrying.
He took off his own jeans and T-shirt and lay back on the bed, waiting for his boy to appear. Anticipation had him hard too. He stroked himself in slow, steady motions, revving himself up. Arousal rose through him and he had to bite back a demand that Way get up there right that moment.
“You’re so pretty,” Way moaned. “So pretty.”
He was pleased to see that Way was as aroused as he was. “Thank you, boy. You’re not so bad yourself.”
Way twirled, playing with him, staying just out of reach. Chuckling, he leaned out of bed, nearly going down when Way managed to get away.
Way hooted softly, but came close enough for him to catch. Laughing, he tugged Way down on top of him, bringing their mouths together in an eager kiss.
Way settled against him, cock heavy and hot against his hip.
“Don’t get too comfortable. We’re going to play, and we’re starting with a spanking.”
“I…. Just like that?”
“You want a few minutes to think about it? You want to hear how I’m going to use a sound on you after? You want to see the sound before we start anything?”
“A sound? See a sound?” Way’s fingers trailed over his chest, tangling in his chest hair.
“Uh-huh. It’s a long, thin piece of metal that goes into your cock.” He watched Way’s face closely as he said it.
Way shook his head, hid his face in Neal’s throat. “I…. You mean a piercing? That would hurt bad, huh? I mean, I’ve heard about a lot of different ones.”