Make Me Whole

by Marguerite Labbe

  “What? Other than bald-faced terror?”

  Nick’s gaze became serious, and his knuckles grazed Galen’s jaw. “Yeah. Are you feeling better?”

  Galen nodded and took a step back before Nick could ask any more questions. “A little wrung out, but better. Look, we should get going. Mom’s expecting us, and I’d like to stop somewhere and pick up a new shirt. I’ve sweated through this one.”

  “Okay.” Galen sensed Nick’s worried eyes on him as he walked back toward the passenger side. His legs still felt a bit shaky, and he’d really rather be anywhere, doing anything other than getting back in that little metal coffin.

  “Hey, Galen.”

  Galen looked up and met Nick’s eyes across the top of his car. “When we get home tonight, I’m going to answer that look you gave me a moment ago.”

  A little thrill went through Galen, and it gave him a boost of energy. The sense of Lykon seemed to subside, as if he knew that the time for fear was over. Galen found himself smiling as he leaned closer, folding his arms on the roof of the car. “Is that a promise?”

  Nick’s answering smile was wicked to the core. “No, sweetheart, that’s a fact.”

  NICK had enjoyed the chance to meet Galen’s mother. She hadn’t been anything like what he had expected, which just went to show that his whole viewpoint of mothers was skewed. She had been zany and warm without any of the abstracted distance that Nick’s mom had hidden behind more and more before she’d left. And it was obvious that she cared about Galen. It made him miss his dad. Nick had a lot to make up for with him, but that was a problem he was working on.

  Nick touched the small of Galen’s back as they climbed the stairs up to the apartment and sensed Galen’s answering shiver. He’d been a little quieter than normal during dinner, though gradually the lines of strain around his eyes and mouth had eased. There had to be another way for him to get past this terror. As much as Nick hated to admit it—because he wanted to be the one to help Galen—it would probably be best if he weren’t the passenger at first. Galen might be better off with a generic driving school.

  Galen fumbled with the keys at the door, and Nick swept aside the hair at the nape of Galen’s neck. He leaned in closer, breathing in his scent, and heard the catch of his breath. “I haven’t forgotten that look you gave me earlier.”

  Galen shivered again, harder this time, and Nick felt the raised hairs on Galen’s neck as he brushed a kiss over the spot. “I was hoping you hadn’t,” Galen replied in a husky voice.

  “Once you walk through that door, you’re all mine.”

  “I’m all yours anyway.” Galen turned his head and looked back at him in the dim light coming from their neighbor’s apartment.

  “One rule before we start—”

  Galen’s eyebrows knitted together in a frown. “Rule?”

  “Yeah, and it’s not one I’m going to compromise on either.” Nick wasn’t sure how far Galen wanted to take a submissive role, and Nick didn’t want to step over that line and do something Galen wasn’t ready for. That could damage this fragile trust they’d worked so hard to build. “If it reaches a point where you want to stop, you tell me. If I find out later that you didn’t and we went to place where you weren’t comfortable, it’s going to piss me off. Trust goes both ways with this. Do you understand?”

  They were both pretty new to this submission/domination game, and Nick didn’t want there to be regrets later on. He knew that Galen wasn’t into the idea of punishment, even if he liked spankings, and that was an important distinction to know. And that was just tapping the surface of what they could do.

  “Yeah, I trust you to be in control, and in return you trust me to let you know if I get freaked.” Galen’s eyes were solemn as he held Nick’s gaze. “I swear, I’ll tell you.”

  Nick smiled and took the keys from Galen’s hand. He reached around him to unlock the door and gestured into the darkened apartment. “After you.”

  “How do you make two words sound so sexy?” Galen didn’t hesitate as he stepped over the threshold, and a hot thrill went through Nick in anticipation. His hands trembled, and he almost dropped the keys. He’d never been in this position before, where someone wanted to hand over that much power, and he wanted a few minutes alone to make sure he was in complete control of himself.

  “I’m going to let the kids out for a bit. Go take a shower and be waiting for me.” Nick flipped on the light and gave Galen a gentle shove toward the hallway.

  “Don’t be long, okay?”

  “Trust me.” Nick winked, and Galen headed off with a light laugh. Thoughts of Galen naked, Galen begging, Galen writhing occupied Nick’s mind as he let Amy and Rory out while he filled their water and feed dish. He let them roam about until he heard the sound of the water shutting off in the bathroom. “Okay, you two, sorry for the short break, but in you go.”

  Amy protested loudly as Nick bundled them back in the cage, though she settled down when he covered it with the blanket. He didn’t feel too bad for them since they had been out all day until he and Galen had left. Nick washed his hands, listening to the sound of Galen moving about in the bedroom. He couldn’t help but wonder how far Galen wanted to take this.

  Nick went back to join him and paused in the doorway to the bedroom. Galen had stretched out on his stomach on the bed, his skin damp and flushed from the heat of the water. Nick’s cock grew heavy at the sight. His gaze traveled down the length of Galen’s spine, over the tempting curve of his ass and down Galen’s legs to his toes. Galen watched him with mock innocence, crossed his arms and rested his chin on them. “You’re too far away.”

  Nick crossed his arms as well and leaned against the doorjamb before he gave into the temptation lying in front of him. He’d thought about this more often than he should have over dinner, and he wanted to play, not rush things. “You haven’t told me what you wanted.”

  Galen wiggled his ass and raised one eyebrow. “I want your hands on my ass.”

  Nick’s cock jumped, and he rubbed a hand over his chin as he contemplated that ass. “That’s a given, but I want you to say the words.”

  Galen’s eyes went hot and his squirming stilled. “I want you to spank me, hard enough that you leave handprints. And I want you to keep spanking me until I’m hot and sore and it stings even when you touch me gently.”

  The image that Galen’s words gave him filled Nick with a rush of adrenaline. “That’s a good start. What else?”

  Galen’s brow furrowed. “Isn’t that enough?”

  “You tell me.” Nick shrugged out of his shirt and tossed it in the direction of the dresser. “Given the way you were looking at me earlier, I think that’s not all you were longing for. What were you thinking when you looked at me like that?”

  Twin spots of color appeared on Galen’s cheeks, and he wet his lips. He looked so damn beautiful like that, with a touch of shyness and a lot of desire. “I was thinking that I wanted to be helpless with you,” Galen said in a quieter voice, lowering his gaze.

  “Look at me.” Galen snapped his eyes back up, and the color on his cheeks deepened. “How helpless?”

  Nick wasn’t sure if Galen would answer as he shifted restlessly on the bed. He looked away, then jerked his gaze back to Nick. “Completely.”

  The possibilities that rose in Nick’s mind…. They really needed to go shopping together for toys sometime soon. Nick retrieved a few silk ties from the closet. At least they’d be good for something other than choking him on a weekday. Galen stared at the ties as Nick emerged and groaned under his breath. “The next time you wear those to work I hope you can’t function the whole day.”

  Nick laughed and tossed the ties on the bed before kicking off his shoes. “I think I’ll retire them, maybe make a shrine on my wall.” He drew Galen’s hands behind his back and bound them. The gray silk looked better there than it did around Nick’s throat. “Is it too tight?”

  “Nope.”

  “Good.” Nick picked up another t
ie and scooted down the bed to bind Galen’s ankles together. “If you want me to stop, flip me a double bird.”

  “What’s wrong with just saying stop?” Galen craned his neck to look over his shoulder, and Nick gave him a wicked grin.

  “It might be a little hard to understand you when you have a gag in your mouth.”

  Galen’s eyes widened, and Nick waited to see if he’d change his mind about wanting to be completely helpless. Then he shivered, and his muscles relaxed as he nodded. “Gagged it is.”

  Nick brought his mouth to Galen’s ear as he picked up another tie. “I bet you’re harder than you’ve ever been at the thought.”

  “You would be right.”

  Nick grasped Galen’s chin and kissed him. Galen groaned, his mouth going soft in surrender. Nick kissed him more deeply, stroking Galen’s hip, and when he pulled back, Galen’s eyes were hazy. Nick smiled and tied the gag on. The sight of the red-striped gray silk between Galen’s lips made Nick’s cock ache even more. He dropped a kiss on the corner of Galen’s parted lips. “You okay?”

  Galen nodded with no trace of the panic that Nick had seen earlier in his expression. If anything, he looked even more eager to get on with it. Nick stood and savored the heat in Galen’s eyes while he watched Nick undress. Galen groaned and stared at Nick’s cock with that look he got when he wanted to go down on him. Nick’s heart quickened. That was definitely a thought to explore later, after he had driven Galen out of his mind.

  He scooped up the final tie, bound it over Galen’s eyes, and looked down to admire his handiwork. Galen laid his cheek down on the bed, his breathing deep and even, his body relaxed. A surge of tenderness made Nick breathless. They had something special together despite the rocky start and the lingering issues they were struggling to overcome. He wasn’t going to let it end.

  Nick straddled Galen’s body on his hands and knees and hovered over him. “Helpless suits you, Galen. You should see yourself right now.”

  Galen made a sound behind the gag and tilted his head to give Nick better access to his neck. “It’s not going to be that easy, sweetheart,” Nick murmured as he lowered his mouth to Galen’s neck. He nuzzled, brushed kisses, and breathed against the sensitive skin. Galen squirmed, making pleading sounds as Nick remained gentle.

  Nick felt the goose bumps on Galen’s neck when he scraped his teeth, but he didn’t do anything harder than that. The sound of Galen’s wordless begging was too intoxicating to give in so soon. Nick moved lower and pressed open kisses along Galen’s spine. He paused on occasion and sucked, leaving little red marks behind.

  “I know what you want. Well, this is what I want, having you out of your mind, anticipating that spanking until it’s an acute ache and not knowing when I’m going to give it to you.”

  Galen’s squirming rocked the bed, but whenever Nick glanced at his hands, Galen gave no indication that he wanted this to stop. And the last thing Nick wanted to do was stop tormenting Galen. When he slid his hand beneath Galen to fondle his cock, he found it rock hard. Galen’s hips rotated as he pressed against Nick’s palm, and when Nick didn’t squeeze, the sound of pleas changed to curses.

  “Do you feel helpless yet, sweetheart?”

  Galen whimpered with a frantic nod.

  “You don’t know how much you’re turning me on right now,” Nick said in a rough voice and palmed Galen’s ass. His heart pounded while he squeezed Galen’s cheeks, and he traced his fingers down the cleft. Galen moaned and tried to lift his ass higher in supplication, though he didn’t have the leverage to do it. Nick smacked him lightly, just hard enough to tease, and the curses started up again.

  “Fuck, Galen,” Nick rasped. He stretched out beside Galen, one hand rhythmically squeezing his ass as he sought out Galen’s neck again. He could smell how turned on Galen was, and Nick nipped his throat. Galen whimpered and turned his head so that Nick could get at his nape. Nick fisted his hand in Galen’s hair and used that handful to hold Galen in place as he bit the side of his throat again.

  Galen struggled for a moment before relaxing with another groan when he realized that Nick wasn’t going to release his grip. Nick glanced at Galen’s hands again, then went back to tormenting his neck. He nipped Galen’s jaw, dragged his tongue back and tasted the clean skin from Galen’s shower. He kissed Galen’s favorite spot and smiled against his skin at the frustrated groan. “This is where you want it, isn’t it?”

  Galen made a frantic sound and nodded as much as he could with the leeway Nick gave him. He smiled again and kissed the spot as his hand came down and smacked Galen hard on his ass. Galen cried out and stiffened before trying to lift his ass up for another. Nick draped his knee over Galen’s thighs to pin them down. It only seemed to spur Galen on to writhe even more. He panted around the gag, and the edges of the silk started to dampen.

  Fuck, Galen was beautiful, his desire evident in the flush of his skin and those oh-so-sexy sounds coming from the back of his throat.

  Nick’s cock pressed against Galen’s hip, and every move that he made had Nick’s cock aching a little more. He slapped Galen’s ass again and watched the flex of his muscles as he squirmed. His hips circled, grinding into the bed. “I think one of those toys we’re going to buy is a cock ring. Then you can grind all you want and keep working yourself up with no relief.”

  The long, drawn-out moan was the only answer Nick needed. He traced his tongue over Galen’s favorite spot, smelled his scent sharpen, then bit him, just hard enough to make Galen cry out. He shuddered, and his hips jerked against the bed. Nick sucked on the spot and kissed the mark he made. It was hard to choose which he wanted to play with more, Galen’s neck or his ass. It was wonderful to know they’d have many more nights just like this so he didn’t have to choose.

  He began spanking Galen—hard, measured slaps that quickly began to redden the sweet globes of his ass. The small bedroom was filled with the sound of bare flesh smacking against bare flesh and Galen’s muffled pain-tinged, pleasured-laced cries. Galen’s body moved in an erotic dance. With each blow he jolted and tensed, then his hips would grind as he moaned before he’d lift his ass again in anticipation of the next one.

  Nick’s handprint stood out stark white against Galen’s skin before the blood rushed to fill the space. And when he would rub Galen’s ass between the strikes he could feel the heat burning hotter. Watching Galen rub himself into the bed, searching for the right amount of friction to get himself off as he was spanked, made Nick’s mouth go dry. He stared at Galen’s ass and thought about how it would feel to fuck him with that scorching heat pressed against his hips, to hear Galen’s hoarse pleas as his tender skin was given even more stimulation.

  Nick groaned and squeezed Galen’s ass as he circled his cock against his hip. Fuck, if he kept this up he’d be coming himself, and this was not where he wanted to do it. Nick pulled his hips back and brought his mouth close to Galen’s ear again. “You going to come for me? You think you can get off from being bound and spanked?”

  Galen moaned, sweat dampening his body as his cries became more and more frantic, and his body tensed. “That’s it, sweetheart,” Nick breathed, his gaze fixated on Galen. “You’re almost there. Fuck, you’re beautiful to watch.” His heart pounded, and he leaned down to nip Galen’s shoulder blade.

  Galen’s hips jerked hard and his muscles stiffened even more. The gag did little to mask his shout of completion, and the scent of his orgasm rose hot and heady. Galen’s hips stilled, and he trembled, limp and sated next to Nick.

  “Damn, that was hot.” Nick eased him onto his side and stroked his fingers over the ankh tattoo on Galen’s hip. Galen’s ass pressed against Nick’s hips, and Nick’s cock jumped, pressing forward eagerly. Galen whimpered and squirmed, and Nick’s jaw clenched under the onslaught of raw need. As much as the thought of fucking Galen now tempted him, while he was still on edge from that intense orgasm, Nick wanted his mouth even more. “I’m not done with you,” he said hotly, and Galen shuddered.


  Nick eased him off the bed and onto his knees, supporting Galen until he was steady. The sight of him, still bound hand and foot, gagged and blindfolded made Nick wild inside. He didn’t think he was going to last long once Galen’s mouth was on him. As he stood up, his cock brushed against Galen’s cheek, leaving a smear of wetness behind. Galen moaned and leaned toward him.

  When Nick stripped the tie from Galen’s mouth, he wet his lips and searched blindly for Nick’s cock. Nick’s heart jumped, and he threaded his hands in Galen’s hair, cradling his head and guiding him. Hot, sucking heat swallowed his shaft, and Nick groaned. Arcs of tingling need jolted through him, and he allowed Galen to take the lead. He bobbed his head on Nick’s cock with hungry sounds, and already Nick’s balls began to tingle and tighten.

  He had to remind himself that this wasn’t what Galen wanted for tonight. He wanted to be helpless. Nick tightened his hands in Galen’s hair, holding his head still. Galen moaned, the sound vibrated around Nick’s shaft. He pulled out, the head of his cock brushing against Galen’s slick lips, and Galen retaliated with teasing flicks of his tongue.

  “Please.” The husky, urgent note in Galen’s voice was enough to make any man’s knees weak. Nick stripped the blindfold off him, and Galen blinked before his gaze focused on Nick. The expression there, a mix of desire and trust, made Nick groan. He nudged his hips forward, sinking his cock into the welcoming heat of Galen’s mouth.

  Galen’s head became heavy as he relaxed even more. He sucked harder, his tongue rubbing, his stare spurring Nick on. Nick’s heart pounded. “Fuck, Galen. Oh fuck.”

  He didn’t last nearly as long as he wanted to. It was fucking impossible with the way Galen kept looking at him and the sight of Nick’s cock disappearing into his mouth. He came hard, the sensations rolling over him in hot waves. Galen pulled back and Nick let him. Come splashed against his cheek. Galen sat back on his heels, panting. “Oh God, that was intense.”