Dreamspinner Press Year Nine Greatest Hits

by Michael Murphy

  “Because I’m concentrating on your pleasure.” He nodded once. “Do it now. Come.”

  Lance’s lips parted and Tide tugged hard at the sweet tip, knowing it would send Lance over. He watched Lance’s face as his boy came, watching waves of pleasure chasing each other. He dropped soft, gentle kisses on Lance’s cheeks, lips. Humming, he kept thrusting, Lance’s hand still tight around his cock, even through the orgasm. Good boy. It showed real focus.

  He took Lance’s mouth, moving his hips with more force now, searching out his own orgasm. Lance worked him, hand moving faster, fingers teasing the tip.

  “Yes. That’s it, boy. Almost there.”

  “Can I…?”

  He swallowed hard, holding his orgasm in. “What? Can you what?”

  “Suck you. I want to.”

  He was going to die.

  “Please.” He rolled onto his back, giving Lance access as he thought about cold water and ice cubes in the hopes that he wouldn’t go off the second Lance’s mouth wrapped around his cock.

  Lance grabbed his prick and bent to suck, pulling him in to the halfway point. Tide curled his hands in the sheets, doing his damnedest to not thrust into that amazing heat. The suction was gentle, tentative, but gratifyingly eager.

  He unlocked one hand enough to slide it over Lance’s head, pushing the long hair back so he could watch his cock sliding in and out of Lance’s mouth. Oh fuck yes. So fucking sexy. Lance made him moan.

  He touched Lance’s mouth where it was stretched around his thickness. Those lovely gray eyes blinked up at him.

  He smiled. “Soon,” he promised, his orgasm so close.

  Lance’s fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, squeezing hard. Soon turned into now and he shouted as he sprayed into Lance’s mouth. Lance gasped, taking him in, swallowing hard. He was so proud of his boy as Lance kept swallowing his seed.

  He stroked the long, silky hair, petting. “That was great, darling. Wonderful.” Unexpected but so special.

  Lance’s cheeks heated, turning fiery. Tide rubbed one red cheek and Lance leaned right in to his fingers.

  “Come on up here and let me taste myself in your lips.” He encouraged Lance up and his boy came to him.

  Covering Lance’s mouth, he slipped his tongue in to taste. The flavor of his seed in Lance’s mouth was an addiction.

  “I think I taste good. What do you think?” Tide asked.

  “I like it.” Oh, so difficult to admit.

  “I’ll have to make sure you get to taste it a lot.”

  Lance’s cheeks were going to catch flame. He kissed his boy to ease the tension. Then he settled them both carefully. They had a lot of things to discuss.

  Chapter Five

  LANCE DOZED for a bit, resting on Tide’s chest, listening to the steady heartbeat.

  Tide stroked the skin of his back, fingers spreading warmth wherever they touched. “You ready to talk about things, darling?”

  “What kinds of things?” He didn’t know if he was ready.

  “About what it means to be my boy. About what your safeword is.”

  “I…. Safeword?” He knew what that meant, but he couldn’t imagine choosing one.

  “Yeah. It’s a word that means stop. You pick one that you know you won’t use by accident, but that’s easy to remember, to say.”

  “Why do you think I need one?”

  “Because I’m a Dom and you’re a sub, and you’re going to be mine.”

  Lance traced nervous circles on Tide’s skin. “Do you think so?”

  “Don’t you?”

  “I can’t… I can’t compete with you and Tyrone and Bran. You guys are beautiful.” He was a skinny geek.

  “And so are you. Besides, love and pleasure are not competitions.”

  “That’s what I mean, though. How can I keep your attention when you’ve got….” Studs. Gorgeous studs with glamorous lives.

  “I want you.”

  “I don’t know about playing the games you do.”

  “That’s why we’re going to talk. We’re going to take it slowly and you’re going to love it.”

  “You are the most confident man I’ve ever met.” It was erotic as hell.

  “Because I know what I want. You.”

  He didn’t know what to say, so he didn’t. Sometimes just keeping his mouth shut was best.

  “Will you pick a safeword?”

  “Nikon?” Was that stupid?

  “What’s the make of your camera?” Tide asked.

  “I have a Canon EOS Mark III and my backup’s a Sony. I’m thinking about selling it, though, and buying a Nikon. The D800 rocks.”

  “Then you should choose a different word.”

  “Like what?” His mind was blank, and now all he could think about were camera brand names.

  “Are you ever likely to talk to me about apertures? It has to be something you’re comfortable and familiar with without being something we’re likely to talk about. I imagine your Nikon might come up if you have that brand of camera.”

  “Aperture works.” That tickled him, made him grin. “I don’t know if I can be a sub, though.”

  “Why not?” Tide didn’t look like he believed it.

  “I… I never have.”

  “You don’t need to be experienced to be a sub, darling. Just a willingness to please, a need for what I can give you.”

  “I… I’m scared.” And confused.

  “What are you scared of?”

  “Fucking up.” Wasn’t that the ultimate fear?

  “Screwing up is human, Lance. We all do it. It’s what you do after you’ve fucked up that counts.”

  “Yeah. Yeah, I know, but… I mean, I’d never thought about this kink stuff a week ago.” He hadn’t done more than look at erotic photos when he jacked off.

  “I’m not going to just shove you in the deep end, Lance. I’m going to be right here with you, explaining how things work.”

  “Sex is complicated in your world.”

  “It doesn’t have to be. I tell you what to do, you do it.” Tide gave him a wink.

  Lance chuckled, but a little piece of him whispered that Tide wasn’t joking.

  “It can be as easy as that if you want, Lance. I think you want more, though. I think you want to be a partner in our relationship.”

  “Isn’t that what everyone wants?”

  “Honestly, no, it isn’t. It’s what I want with you, though.”

  His body felt like he was buzzing, his mind working overtime.

  “You might be scared and unsure, but your body knows. You’re excited by the thought,” Tide noted.

  “Who wouldn’t be excited by you? You’re amazing.”

  “My ego is going to get out of control if you keep that up.” Tide touched his cheek.

  “It’s true. You’re special.”

  “So are you, darling.”

  He closed his eyes. He was. He was a kick-ass photographer.

  “You’re lovely and beautiful.”

  Lance wanted his camera. “Can I look at your pictures now?”

  “My etchings?” Tide winked, gave him a kiss.

  “Yeah. Yeah, I”—need something I understand—“am curious.”

  Tide stood and drew him up, holding his hand as they went to the wall. The photos were technically lovely—black and white, classy—but they lacked a certain something. Not that he’d ever say that. Not ever.

  “See? Lovely.” Tide gave him a smile. “Even if I do say so myself.”

  “Hopefully you’ll like the shots I took.”

  Tide didn’t even hesitate to answer. “I can’t wait to see them.”

  “I have some work to do on them, but it’ll be soon.”

  “Cool.” Tide drew him close, snuggling with him.

  The easy touches were comforting and unnerving, all at once.

  “What intrigues you the most about the lifestyle?” Tide asked.

  “The visual, I guess?” He wasn’t sure. He was so jealou
s of Bran, of the attention, the focus.

  “How it looks? Or how the look makes you feel?” Tide’s fingers slid along his side, stroking almost idly.

  “It’s beautiful, erotic, strong.”

  “You’re beautiful too. And together we can be erotic and strong. You’re so much stronger than you know.”

  The words were just what Lance wanted to hear and he didn’t trust them. It was too perfect.

  “You look sad, Lance. Why?” Tide was too perceptive by far.

  “I’m okay.” That was amazing.

  “You can share anything with me. I want us to be open with each other.”

  “You say things that I want to hear and I feel like….” Like he didn’t deserve this.

  “Like what? I mean, if I’m saying what you want to hear, wouldn’t that be a good thing?”

  “Yeah. But… life doesn’t work that way, you know?”

  “Why on earth not?”

  Lance blinked. “You’re serious?”

  “Yes, I’m serious. Why can’t you have the things you want?”

  “You can, but people lie. All the time.” Lance knew that.

  “Oh. You don’t trust me.” Tide said the words softly, not like an accusation, more just a statement.

  “I don’t know you. You don’t know me. I… I’m….” Embarrassed and unnerved and worried. “I think I should put some clothes on.”

  “How about coming back to bed and we can cuddle under the covers?”

  He shot Tide a glance. “You still want to?”

  “I like you a lot, Lance. I want to be your lover. In fact, I want to be your Dom. Yes, I still want to be close with you. I want to work this out with you.”

  He nodded, willing to compromise with naked but covered.

  They got back into the bed, and Tide sat against the pillows, tugging him in close before pulling the covers back up over them. “Okay?”

  “Yeah. Yeah, snuggly.” He could handle this.

  “Good.” Tide kissed the top of his head. “So how much experience have you got?”

  “With sex, you mean?”

  “Yeah. With anything sexual, really.”

  “I’m not a virgin or anything, but I’ve only had a couple of guys I trusted to get naked with.” He’d had a lot of rushed gropes in a bar, on the dance floor.

  “Was I your first blow job?”

  “My third. I….” Oh God. How did he explain Mark? “I dated a guy for like two years that wasn’t, uh, functional.”

  “He couldn’t get it up?”

  “He was a eunuch. I met him at school.” Lance had loved Mark, too, but in the end, neither of them could give the other what they wanted. They were still good, close friends, but that was it.

  “Wow. How the hell does that happen?”

  “He was in an accident and lost one and now…. It’s his thing. He’d had the other removed, one finger, both pinkie toes. We, um, I couldn’t handle it. I mean, if he’s happy, I guess, but….”

  “Wow, that’s pretty extreme. Has he got a master? Is he in the lifestyle?”

  “No. No, he does it all himself. That’s why we broke up. He was cutting his finger off in the bathroom. I….” He couldn’t stay still, the memory horrifying him. Fingers were important.

  “Oh my God. Lance, did you tell anyone about it? He can’t be doing stuff like that on his own.”

  Lance shook his head. “I— He’s happy. He needs it. I can’t…. Anyway, can we talk about something else?” Anything else.

  “Of course! So no penetration? And nothing in the Dom/sub realm?”

  “I tried a plug, but it wouldn’t fit. I mean, not everyone’s into anal, right?”

  “That’s a little easier to do with someone else, but also no, not everyone is into anal.”

  Lance nodded, feeling like a little kid. He wasn’t scared of sex. He was just worried.

  “Are you open to trying it? With me, I mean.”

  “Bran looked like he enjoyed it.” Lance had seen the bliss there—you couldn’t fake that.

  “He loves it. Having a partner who cares makes a huge difference.”

  “Maybe, yeah.” He dared to reach out, hold Tide’s hand. Tide’s fingers tangled up with his.

  “Can we keep talking?” Tide asked.

  “Yeah. Yeah.” This was nice. Soothing.

  “So when you hear BDSM, what do you think?”

  “Spanking. Uh. Leather.” He closed his eyes to focus on the question. “Contrast. There’s a lot of contrast.”

  “There is. Soft with hard, bound with loose. Quiet, stillness and shouting, writhing.”

  “Yeah. Yeah, it’s very visual, huh?” His cock started to fill.

  “It’s also very sensual, physical.”

  Lance took a deep breath, the air feeling a little heavy.

  “I love that talking about it turns you on. You’re on fire against me.” Tide held him a little closer.

  “It’s all so new.” Exciting.

  “I know. I’m so excited to teach you everything.”

  “You don’t want someone who’s more… I don’t know, hip?”

  “Hip?” Tide shook his head. “No, I want someone I care about, who cares about me.”

  “Me too. I mean, I’m not like Mr. Lonely Hearts. I have friends.” But he wanted a lover.

  “I don’t want to be your friend, Lance. Oh, that sounded bad. I didn’t mean I don’t want to be friends, but I want to be so much more.”

  Tide’s little slip of the tongue actually made him feel a little better.

  “I want to be your lover. Your master.” Tide held his gaze.

  “How does it normally work?”

  “We decide we’re going to do this and then we lay the groundwork and go on from there.”

  “Oh. I… I think… I really want to spend time with you. You’re fascinating.”

  “You are too.”

  He ducked his chin, ignoring the praise.

  Tide tilted his chin back up, looking into his eyes. “You have your safeword, yes? And you’ll use it if necessary?”

  He tried to nod, to look away. Tide wouldn’t let go of his gaze, though, just stared right into him.

  “I…. You make me a little nervous,” Lance admitted.

  “I don’t think that’s a bad thing.” Tide grinned unrepentantly at him.

  “Why am I not surprised?”

  “Because you’re starting to know me.” Tide looked pleased as punch.

  “Maybe a little.” Lance was utterly taken with this man.

  “That’s how it works, a little bit better every day.”

  Or at least for today, right?

  Tide kissed his nose. “So I bet bondage intrigues you—ropes and cuffs and such.”

  “What?” Had he missed something?

  “I’m moving on to specifics. Okay?”

  “Okay. Yeah. I’m sorry. I’m paying attention.” He was. He just hadn’t made the same mental jump Tide had.

  “It’s okay. There’s a lot to talk about and we’re not going to get to all of it today. But I like how talking specifics makes you wiggle, your cock come back to life.”

  Lance loved how Tide wasn’t ashamed to talk about details, ask questions.

  “So from your body’s reaction, I know ropes and cuffs are on the try-it list. How about spanking?”

  “That’s a little humiliating.” That was his knee-jerk reaction to the thought.

  “No, not necessarily. Some guys love it. Some don’t. It makes an especially good punishment if you find it humiliating, though.”

  “I just can’t imagine doing that, draping over someone’s legs and letting them smack you.”

  “No? Lots of guys get off on it. You want to give it a try?” Tide asked.

  “Just… just like that?” Oh, he wasn’t that brave.

  “Uh-huh.” Tide’s hand slid to his ass, rubbing.

  “That’s very daring.”

  “You think?” Tide began tapping his fingers against
Lance’s ass.

  “Uh-huh. I do.” He did. Think that it was daring.

  “Then I guess I’m dragging you into daring.” Tide smacked his ass.

  His eyes flew open and he jerked forward, their bodies slapping together.

  “Mmm.” Holding his gaze, Tide rubbed his hand over Lance’s ass. “That felt more shocking and exciting than embarrassing.”

  “I….” He didn’t know what to say.

  Tide swatted him again, a little harder; this one stung.

  “Ouch.” He pulled away, swallowed hard.

  “Yeah? Big ouch or you think you should say it ouch?” Tide smacked him again.

  “I…. It stings.” It didn’t hurt, not really, but it made his cheeks hot. The ones on his face.

  “But you like the sting, don’t you?” Tide insisted.

  “Should I?” He did. He liked the little buzz he felt after even more.

  “There’s no right or wrong, darling. I can see that you like it and that’s good.” Tide spanked him again.

  “I don’t want to.”

  “You don’t want to like it?” Tide tilted his head.

  “No, but it stings and burns and I do.”

  “I’m glad you do.” Tide took his lips, the kiss sweet as pie.

  Everything with Tide was ramping up, then relaxing him. The kiss went on and on, Tide stealing his breath while rubbing his ass. Lance found himself melting against Tide’s chest. The very slight burn was intoxicating.

  Then Tide swatted him yet again. He groaned and hid his face in Tide’s throat. Tide continued to spank him, the hits not really hard, but warm and stingy, his skin getting hot.

  “Come now, darling, and lie down. I want to see.” Tide pulled off the covers and shifted up a little, sitting against the headboard and patting his legs. “Come on.”

  “I….” Lance shook his head, but Tide encouraged him to melt into the warm body, Tide’s fingers stroking his back.

  “Just breathe, darling. One breath in, one breath out, that’s all you need to do.”

  His legs couldn’t be still, couldn’t ease. Then Tide brought his hand down, right in the middle of his ass.

  “Tide!” He tried to get up, scramble away.

  “No, you stay right there.” Tide dragged him back over the strong legs and laid down another swat.

  “I don’t like this!”

  “Your cock says you do.” Another hit landed just on his right butt cheek.