Dreamspinner Press Year Nine Greatest Hits

by Michael Murphy

“Of course. And you guys can have any of the files. All of them,” Lance offered.

  “I want some of you right now.” That sweet ass newly spanked….

  “I’m yours.”

  Oh fuck yes. He gathered Lance in his arms and took him to the bedroom. They needed to get Lance a bigger bed if they were going to keep making love here. He laid Lance down, letting that fiery ass feel the cool sheets against it. Lance gasped, arched a second before he settled.

  “Feels good, doesn’t it?” He stroked Lance’s belly, his hips.

  “Burns.”

  That wasn’t a no.

  Tide licked Lance’s left nipple, watching the bit of flesh harden up. The ring flicked up, down, drawing Lance’s nipple ever tighter.

  “How does it feel?” His own throbbed in sympathy.

  “Good. So good.” He loved when Lance admitted it.

  Moving to the other nipple, he blew on it. That one drew up even tighter, the flesh sliding over the metal. Groaning, he licked at it, then blew once again.

  “Tide….” Lance wiggled, went still as his ass rocked.

  Tide tongue-fucked Lance’s navel next. Lance giggled, grabbed his head, and tugged. Resisting Lance’s tugs, he wrapped his lips around Lance’s belly button and sucked hard. Lance curled around his head, holding on to him.

  Letting go of Lance’s flesh, he turned his head down and licked at the tip of Lance’s cock, the hard heat right there. “I want to be your master, darling. I want to be official.”

  He licked Lance’s cock again, then looked up at Lance, looking for his boy’s response in Lance’s expression. Lance watched him with a bemused look, but there was a hunger there too.

  “Do you understand what my being your master would mean?” he asked.

  “I’m more curious about what official means.”

  “It means we draw up a contract and both sign it. It means you call me Master. It means you wear my collar when we’re places where it means something.”

  “I— A contract?” Lance reached for him, obviously begging comfort.

  He kissed the tip of Lance’s cock again, then turned to kiss one palm, then the other.

  “Please. Hold me. Talk to me?” Lance begged.

  Tide moved up to lie at Lance’s side and drew his boy into his arms. “You want me to tell you what I’d like to see in our contract?”

  “Please. Please, because I… I have feelings for you.”

  Smiling, he kissed Lance softly. “Good. I wouldn’t want to enter a contract with you if you didn’t, if I didn’t.”

  “I do.” Lance gave him a trembling smile.

  He smiled right back, tracing Lance’s lips with a finger. “I do too, darling.”

  “Tell me what’s in a contract.”

  “Safewords. Hard and soft limits.” He traced swirls and shapes on Lance’s torso as he spoke.

  “Those sound interesting.” Lance wasn’t tense, not at all.

  “Do you know the difference between a hard and soft limit?” He wondered just how much Lance had been checking things out online.

  “A hard limit is really, really that’s not cool. Like, really off-limits not even to punish or tease.”

  “Exactly. Is there anything you know for sure is a hard limit?”

  “No cutting anything off. You know that’s a thing? Cutting off parts?”

  “I am aware that that is a thing. And you told me about your ex and the missing body parts. And that is one of my hard limits too. I’m also not interested in scat or pee play.”

  “No. No, that’s too much for me. Are there others?” Lance cuddled into him, holding on tight.

  “Off the top of my head? I’m not into humiliation.” Tide didn’t see the point of making your sub feel like that. Pushing, God yes. Humiliation, not at all.

  “No. I don’t need to feel bad. I’m sort of good at making myself feel bad,” Lance admitted.

  He kissed the top of Lance’s head. “I want to build you up, not tear you down.” He shrugged. “Some people get off on it. I’m not one.”

  “Right.” Lance nodded, then his voice lowered. “It’s hard not to judge.”

  “Yeah, sometimes it is. Like with the cutting off of body parts. That seems… well, crazy.”

  Lance nodded. “But I know that people might say what we like is crazy.”

  “Yeah, I know. Which is why we try not to judge.” He cuddled Lance closer. “Contracts can always be added to, amended as time goes on and our relationship grows.”

  “That makes sense. What are the soft limits?”

  “Those are the things that bring you to your limits that we need to discuss before we do scenes involving those things.”

  “I don’t understand, Tide.”

  “Is there stuff that scares you, and you want to know it’s coming or discuss the setup before we do it?”

  “Oh. Oh God yes.” Lance nodded. “I like to know things, even if I worry.”

  “That’s what soft limits are. Then there’s all the things that you’re into and are willing to do without a lot of discussion or setup.”

  “And what you’re into and are willing to do.”

  “That’s right. This is a contract for both of us.” He loved that, how generous Lance was, how Lance always worried that things were good for him too.

  “Does it say what happens if we decide we’re not happy together?” Lance held him tight-tight.

  “We can dissolve a contract at any time. I hope it never comes to that, though.”

  Lance nodded, the action almost furious. “I do too. I’ve never…. I didn’t know you could feel like this.”

  Tide brought their mouths together, kissing Lance hard. Lance moaned, opening right up. He slipped his tongue into Lance’s mouth and began to touch Lance randomly. His boy was hard, rubbing gently against him. He rocked against Lance, loving the way their bodies moved together.

  He didn’t believe that his boy—his own boy—was already willing to discuss this. It made him hot, hard. “We’re going to have to discuss so many things, boy. Things that turn you on, make you freaked-out.” It would be a thing in and of itself.

  “Uh-huh.” Lance’s eyes crossed.

  “I want to hear all the things you want, all the things that intrigue you, the stuff that scares you.”

  “I didn’t even know I needed this, until you showed me,” Lance said softly.

  “I’m glad, you know that? I’m glad that you’re learning this with me.”

  “With you. I like that.”

  “So do I, darling.” He wrapped his hand around Lance’s ass, squeezing the burning globes.

  Lance jerked, bucking hard against him.

  “Mmm. I love how sensual you are.” He wanted to blindfold Lance, see if that made everything even bigger for his boy.

  “Thank you.” Lance drew a tiny line around his nipple.

  “Love it when you touch me.” He rolled back, lying there, offering himself to Lance’s desires.

  Lance moved to caress him, lips wrapping around his unpierced nipple. He pushed up, eager for Lance’s suction. Lance sucked, pulling over and over, lips fastened on him. He slid his fingers through Lance’s hair, rocking up against Lance. Lance nodded, moaned for him.

  He licked his lips, playing with Lance’s spine as he loved every touch his boy gave him. Lance nuzzled his neck, tongue sliding over the hollow of his throat. Groaning, Tide tilted his head back farther.

  “Can I leave a mark?” Lance asked.

  “Yes. I want everyone to know I’m yours.”

  “I do too.” Lance whimpered softly and began to suck.

  Fuck, that was hot. Hands opening and closing on Lance, Tide felt each pull of those hot lips on his skin. The suction was soft, sweet, and steady. Perfect. He moaned, hips shifting restlessly. Lance settled down harder, cuddling into Tide’s body.

  “You make me need, boy. Your touch is addictive.”

  “You taste good.” Lance kept licking at him.

  “It wou
ld suck if I didn’t.”

  “Yes. That would mean we weren’t compatible.”

  “Uh-huh. But we are.” Like whoa. Tide wasn’t worried on that front at all.

  “God, yes.” Lance’s teeth dragged on his skin.

  He bucked, his skin sliding against Lance’s.

  “That’s okay?” Lance asked.

  “More than. Don’t stop.”

  In answer, Lance fastened his lips on Tide’s throat, sucking hard. Tide wrapped one foot around Lance’s leg, holding them together. When Lance’s fingers found his pierced nipple and tugged the ring so gently, he almost lost it.

  “Going to make me come if you keep that up.”

  Lance hummed softly, tongue sliding over his skin. Rocking them together, Tide slid a hand through Lance’s hair, stroking Lance’s skull. They were caught together in a web of pleasure. Lance’s teeth scraped at his skin and Tide called out. The heat of Lance’s soft, soft tongue dragged over his skin.

  “You going to ride me, boy? You going to make us both come?”

  “Yes. Yes, Tide. I am.”

  “Good.” Tide pointed to the side table where the condoms and lube were.

  “Would you ever want to… you know, get tested?” Lance asked.

  “So we can go without condoms?” Tide didn’t even have to think about his answer. “Absolutely. I want to go bareback with you.”

  “Yeah? You know that means just us, right? I mean, I don’t want to take Bran and Tyrone away from you.” Lance’s hands never stopped moving.

  He cupped Lance’s face, looking into his eyes. “I’m only with them when they take pity on me for being alone, okay? I’m not with them with them.” And while he’d always thought they might play together with their boys when he had one, Tide knew there was no way he would let anyone touch Lance but him.

  “No one would ever pity you. Never. You’re…. God, I want you so much. I want to be with you.” Lance pressed close.

  “The feeling is mutual, darling. One hundred percent.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah. We can go find a clinic tomorrow. Get tested.” The more Tide thought about it, the more he liked the idea.

  “I would really like that. It would mean a lot.”

  “Then we’ll do it.”

  Tide smiled at Lance, loving the look in his eyes. Lance stretched for the condoms, finding one and opening the package, sliding it onto his cock and fuck, it felt good, those clever, slender hands working the latex along his so-sensitive skin. Then Lance lifted up, rubbed the tip of his cock against that tight hole.

  “Lube,” he insisted, much as he wanted to buck up and take Lance right here, right now.

  “Lube.” Lance dripped the slick over his cock.

  “Uh-huh.” It was all he could manage, Lance’s fingers so good on his prick.

  “Now, Tide?”

  “Now is good.” His voice was a little hoarse, Lance’s touches making him need.

  “Yeah. Now is really good.”

  He helped Lance get in position, straddling his hips. Lance bore down, the tight ring of muscles squeezing his prick. Groaning, he held himself still, letting Lance take the lead for the moment. Lance moaned low, taking him in inch by inch. It was pure torture, the best torture in the world.

  His eyelids dropped closed, another moan pulling out of him. The slow rocking made his eyes cross. He wrapped his hands around Lance’s hips, trying hard not to take over.

  “Your hands are warm,” Lance told him.

  “All the better to hold you with.” He imagined he sounded as wolfish as he felt.

  That made Lance laugh, the sound merry, warm. Grinning, he bucked, going deeper.

  “Be still now,” Lance ordered. “This is mine.”

  “Pushy,” he said, chuckling softly. He stilled, though.

  Lance winked and began to ride again, sliding on his prick. Tide licked his lips, watching Lance as his boy rode. The heavy mane of hair bounced, Lance watching him closely.

  Reaching out, he flipped the ring on Lance’s right nipple. Oh damn. The way that Lance’s body squeezed him made him want to scream. He flicked again, bucking as Lance’s ass squeezed him tight again.

  Lance gasped. “Need you. Need this.”

  “Me too.” He didn’t want to think about his life without Lance now that he’d found his boy.

  Lance’s smile was pure joy, and his boy took him deeper.

  Tide tightened his hands around Lance’s hips, digging in. Lance’s hands landed on his chest, and they began to move hard and fast. He met Lance’s movements, thrusting up into the tight body, giving now as well as receiving. They bounced together, the little bed screaming with the pressure.

  He felt his balls drawing up, Lance’s tight body demanding his pleasure.

  “I want you to touch me. Please?” Lance begged.

  “You’re the boss,” he teased. He did wrap his hand around Lance’s cock, though, the hard heat fitting perfectly as he curled his fingers.

  “Yeah….” He felt that “yeah” all around his prick.

  Smiling, he rubbed his thumb across the tip of Lance’s cock, back and forth, watching a flush crawl up along Lance’s belly. Needy boy. He loved how every touch showed in Lance’s expression. He felt Lance’s reactions around his cock too, that beautiful body squeezing him hard.

  He wasn’t going to lose it before his boy did, dammit. No fucking way. He pressed hard into Lance’s slit, knowing his boy liked it a little rough on his cock. Lance stilled, and then his hips rolled so hard that Lance almost came off his prick. Tide dragged his nail across the top of Lance’s erection, ramping the sting up.

  Lance cried out. “Please!”

  Oh. Oh, someone liked that. Tide did it again, watching Lance’s face.

  “Soon. Soon, Tide.”

  “You first, darling. I need to feel you around my cock.”

  “Need to….” Lance gasped, seed spraying in wild bursts of wet heat.

  Groaning, Tide let the squeezing of Lance’s ass around his cock bring him over the edge, and he shot, filling the condom. Soon he’d be filling his boy up. He brought their mouths together, sliding his tongue into Lance’s mouth. Lance’s kiss was sloppy, lazy, well sated.

  He pressed their foreheads together when the kiss was over, just breathing with Lance.

  “Love you.”

  “I love you, darling.” He pulled out, dealt with the condom. This was one of the last times they’d use one.

  Lance settled against him, heavy, still. Yeah, they needed to get Lance a better bed. Or better yet, they needed to move Lance into his place. The idea made him smile, and he tugged Lance even closer, kissed the top of his head.

  “Mmm. Nap?”

  “Uh-huh. Definitely.” He got the cover pulled up over them and held on tight to Lance.

  Lance yawned, cuddling in. It was only seconds before his boy was dozing. Smiling, he let himself doze off as well.

  Chapter Fourteen

  THEY WERE at Tide’s house again. It was beginning to feel more and more comfortable, especially now that his laptop was with him, some more clothes. Tide had looked at his wardrobe and rolled his eyes, but Lance just ignored it. He wasn’t a gorgeous fashion plate like his Tide. Lance was a guy. Just a guy. It hadn’t stopped Tide from buying him a few shirts, though. One of them was made from silk, and it was so soft. He ran his hands over the fabric, his eyes crossing, his pierced nipples going hard.

  “You like the shirt.” Tide smiled at him, watching his hands.

  “I do. Thank you. It’s so soft.”

  “Almost as soft as your skin.” Reaching out, Tide stroked his cheek, his throat.

  “Flatterer.” He leaned into the touch.

  “Uh-huh.” Tide gave him a soft, warm kiss.

  Oh. He pushed into Tide’s arms, loving the feel of strong arms around him. The silk shirt rubbed between them and it felt so good. His nipples ached, his cock full and heavy.

  “You need so well,” Tide told him.


  “I have you here.”

  “Yeah, I know the feeling—I get hard just by being in the same room as you too.”

  Lance reached down, cupped Tide’s cock. Yes. Hard. Groaning, Tide pushed into his touch. He dragged his thumb up and down Tide’s rigid shaft. He could feel the heat of it even through the denim of Tide’s tight jeans.

  “Wish we’d heard back already,” Tide muttered.

  “Me too.” They’d gone to a clinic and done their HIV tests that morning. Tide had promised him many perverse things once they had their results back.

  “Maybe we should work on our contract while we’re waiting, boy.”

  The word contract made Lance shiver.

  “It’ll give us something constructive to do, and the next time I come, I want to be able to plug my seed inside you.”

  “Okay. That works for me.” They’d better call. Soon. Lance needed so bad.

  Tide grabbed his laptop and handed it to him. “You going to write this down for us, darling?”

  “I will. Is there a template?”

  “Yeah, there’s a number of trusted sites with them. We’ll start with something generic. Or we can make it up as we go along. It’s up to you.”

  “Let’s start with a basic one and embellish.”

  “Okay, let me see if I can find you one here.” Tide took the laptop back and looked on one of the BDSM sites he trusted.

  Lance leaned against Tide, resting hard.

  “Here’s one. We can substitute Dom and sub for Master and slave,” Tide suggested, handing the laptop back to him. “Or at least trade out sub for slave.”

  “I’d like that. Slave is… sort of heavy with history, huh?”

  “Yes. And it’s a little more extreme than we’re looking at, I think.”

  “So, is there, like, a difference?”

  “I think so. Slaves are expected to be completely subservient to their masters. I think there’s a different mindset if you call yourselves Master and slave than Master and sub.”

  “Yeah. I’m not…. I mean, I like to get along, but I have a brain.”

  Tide chuckled. “Good. Because I don’t want blind obedience.”

  “No, I can’t see that with you.” His Tide liked to talk, liked to discuss things and argue.

  Tide peeked over Lance’s shoulder at the laptop. “So where do we start?”