Curious

by R. G. Alexander

  “Everywhere,” Jeremy groaned. “But for now lie on your back and put your hands over your head.”

  “On my back?” Owen hesitated but then obeyed, his expression expectant. Aroused.

  Jeremy tore off his shirt and pushed down his sweatpants before climbing onto the bed beside his lover. He leaned over him, suspenders in hand. “Grip the headboard.”

  “Don’t make it too tight.”

  “Yes, Master Finn.”

  Owen breathed out a laugh. “Don’t think I’m going to forget this when it’s my turn.”

  Jeremy bent down and kissed him softly on the lips. “I promise I’ll make sure you won’t.”

  Owen’s eyes darkened to a stormy blue as Jeremy wrapped the suspenders around his wrist and the headboard, tying a knot that was sloppy but effective. “Too tight?”

  Owen shook his head.

  “Good. Now let me welcome you home properly.”

  Jeremy kissed and touched every inch of Owen he could reach, taking his time until he was squirming and swearing softly beneath him.

  “Jeremy, damn it.”

  “What is it, Owen? Don’t you like it?”

  “I love it,” he growled. “But you know what I need.”

  “Oh I do. You always need it. I love how greedy you get. How bossy. Order me to do it. Tell me what you want.”

  Owen spoke through gritted teeth. “I want you to suck my cock.”

  Jeremy took a steadying breath, moving until he was between Owen’s spread thighs, and then reached for the bedside bottle of lube. “Yes, Master Finn.”

  He poured some lube onto his fingers then lowered himself until his own aching erection was pressed against the bed and his wet fingers were sliding between Owen’s ass cheeks. “Have I told you how hard I get when you make me get on my knees to suck you off? That I think about it every day? Think about coming to your office at lunch? You’re right. I would do it anywhere. Anytime, just to feel you lose control, grip my hair until my scalp stings and fuck my mouth with your delicious cock. ”

  “Jesus, Jeremy.”

  He pushed one finger deep in Owen’s ass and heard him moan. “Do you like the way I communicate? I’m learning from the best. Maybe I should tell you how much I loved having you deep inside me. Only you, Owen. No one else has ever made me want to beg for it. You can bend me over your desk, the bed, anywhere you want and take me as hard and fast as you need to and I will never say no. But right now I want this more.”

  “Oh, you’re a teasing bastard.” Owen’s growl turned into a moan of pleasure when Jeremy’s mouth opened over his erection.

  He took him deep while his finger started thrusting in and out of his ass.

  “Yes. Fuck yeah, Jeremy.” Owen’s hips lifted helplessly, his knees bending and heels digging into the mattress. “It’s so good, babe. God, you know I love it.”

  He knew. Jeremy savored the salt of him, tracing each vein and ridge with his tongue and swallowing until he felt the pearly drop on the head of Owen’s shaft and knew he was close.

  Love you, baby. Gonna make you come so hard.

  He pressed his finger against Owen’s prostate and rubbed, sucking harder when he heard Owen shout his name. “Jeremy!”

  His eyes closed as Owen came, the hot taste filling his mouth and going to his head like an aphrodisiac. Now he would take him like this. Face to face. Nothing between them.

  He rose onto his knees and reached for the lube again, coating his erection as he watched Owen shudder with aftershocks. Bracing one hand on the bed, he came down over Owen’s body and used the other hand to grip the base of his shaft. “Look at me.”

  Beautiful blue eyes dilated with passion met his. “Welcome home, Owen Finn.”

  When the head of his cock pressed through the ring of tight muscles that led to heaven, Jeremy let out a ragged groan. “Oh, baby.”

  “Fuck,” Owen gasped out, wrapping his legs around Jeremy’s waist. “Untie me. I want to touch you.”

  “Fuck off,” Jeremy growled playfully. His hips slung forward, slowly filling the ass that was so tight around him it made him see stars. “This is mine. All mine.”

  Owen’s legs tightened, pulling him closer. Deeper. “Jesus, that is a big, fat cock. I need it all, Jeremy. Fuck me.”

  Jeremy leaned down and brushed his lips across Owen’s, pressing their foreheads together. “Love you,” he corrected softly, determined not to let Owen drive him to rush this. “I’m loving you, Owen. Let me.”

  An expression of vulnerability crossed Owen’s face. “Love me then. Just…don’t stop.”

  Surprised and breathless with love, Jeremy vowed, “Never.”

  He kissed Owen again as he started to move, pumping slow and deep inside his lover. His.

  You’re mine, Owen. Truly mine.

  So good, he thought, his tongue dueling with Owen’s and his hips rocking gently against him. So good, baby.

  Owen tore his mouth away with a groan. “You’re trying to kill me as punishment. I swear I’ll call next time. You can even grow that damn beard back if you want to. Just—I need it.”

  “What do you need, baby?”

  Owen snarled, clamping his thighs on Jeremy’s waist almost painfully. “Love me harder.”

  Jeremy shuddered, unable to resist the demand. “Yes, Master Finn.”

  “I’ll show you Master Finn. As soon as I get free I’m going to spank that ass so—Jesus, yes. Fuck. Jeremy, yes!”

  Jeremy was powering into him, deep and hard the way he knew Owen needed it. The way he needed it. He looked into those blue eyes and watched Owen’s face transform as sensation overwhelmed him. “You love it. Love me. You can’t get enough.”

  Owen’s head was pressing back hard on the pillow beneath him. “I’ll never get enough. Christ, like that. Don’t stop. Don’t stop, Jeremy. I love it. Love you. God knows I do.”

  Jeremy felt the red haze of need pull him under as he started to lose control. He was so close. He never wanted to stop but he was so damn close... “Owen!”

  He pumped his hips as the scalding jets of his climax filled the ass beneath him. Owen was muttering his name and moaning for him but all Jeremy could do was let the waves wash over him, his body shuddering. “So good.”

  It took a few minutes to recover, but then he kissed Owen again, pulling out gently and rolling off the bed to grab a wet washcloth from the bathroom. He came back and slid the cloth over his lover’s body tenderly. “Your turn for aftercare. Damn, you are a perfect specimen, Owen Finn. I want to draw you like this.”

  Owen chuckled. “Well it’s not an explosion, but you’d probably sell more copies because, yes, I am that attractive.”

  He used the cloth to snap him on his hip and Owen yelped and then scowled. “What did you want me to say? Do it, Jeremy? Draw me like one of your French gi—”

  When Jeremy covered his mouth with a hand, Owen’s eyes sparkled with laughter.

  He couldn’t help but smile in return. “And now the moment is ruined.” Owen licked his palm and Jeremy lifted his hand with a sigh. “What?”

  “If you untie me, I’ll go make us some breakfast to celebrate our first successful round of make-up sex.”

  He reached up to untangle the knot of his suspenders. “The first round?”

  Owen nodded. “I know neither of us has actually been in a relationship before, but I’ve heard from people who have that make-up sex is vital. I also think it doesn’t count as an actual cessation of hostilities unless you do it three times.”

  “You’re just making things up now.” He released Owen’s wrists and rubbed his arms gently. “How do you feel? How’s your hand?”

  Owen grimaced. “I think I could use that ice.”

  Jeremy leaned over to kiss his knuckles. “How about we get ice on that and I make breakfast?”

  Owen slid off the bed and into Jeremy’s arms. “You like taking care of me, don’t you? See how nice it is when you let someone stick around?”

  “I see.�
�� Jeremy nodded. “I’m glad you don’t take no for an answer.”

  Owen smiled, looking pleased. “Is it too late for naked Xbox?”

  Jeremy sighed and shook his head. Some things hadn’t changed. “Sports or swords?”

  He felt a hand grip his stirring erection and shivered.

  “Swords,” Owen declared with a challenging grin. “And to the victor goes the paddle.”

  Jeremy smiled back at him, wondering how quickly he could throw the game.

  Welcome home, Owen Finn.

  Chapter Thirteen

  “Where is he anyway?”

  Jeremy looked up from his drawing. Jennifer Finn was at the end of the dock, supposedly attempting to fish. In reality, she was posing as if she were attempting to fish, but it served his purpose.

  “Your brother?” he asked. “I don’t know. He was just going to the grocery store. He should have been back by now.”

  He glanced over his shoulder and saw Shawn and Ellen Finn on the balcony, talking softly to each other while they enjoyed the day. They’d become frequent visitors at his house lately, and Jeremy couldn’t be happier. It felt more like a home now.

  “I’m glad he isn’t back yet. I’ve been working up the nerve to talk to you about something.”

  That sounded ominous. Jeremy set down his sketchbook and stood, walking over to sit down beside her. “Okay, I’m ready,” he said, letting his legs dangle over the edge. “Lay it on me.”

  “So, you and Owen have been together now for a few months,” she started.

  Three. Three months and five days. “Yes, we have.”

  “Are you happy?”

  “Blissfully.”

  “Things have changed a lot, for both of you I know. But for Owen, well, Tasha told me he was always at the club before, but he’s only gone back twice since you two have been a thing.” She paused. “She also told me both times you went with him.”

  Jeremy could feel his face heating. They’d agreed to go once a month and let Jeremy see what it was like. To meet some of Owen’s friends in the lifestyle. They’d been so friendly and welcoming, so accepting of Owen’s same-sex relationship, that it made Jeremy want to go back. It really was like its own little community of tolerance. With leather and paddles.

  But he wasn’t telling Jennifer any of that. “Do you just sit around all day thinking up uncomfortable conversations to have with me when we’re alone? Is Tasha coaching you?”

  Jen laughed, pushing a stray strawberry blonde hair back into the wide-brimmed hat he’d convinced her to wear for his sketch. He’d finished his current deadline and decided to try his hand at a different style just for fun. He was enjoying the challenge.

  She shook her head. “No, Jeremy, I swear. It’s just, I’ve decided I’m ready to go ahead and make a date with…someone from the club. I told you about it before, right—the negotiations?”

  “Oh yes, I remember,” Jeremy said wryly. “Tasha’s friend.”

  “Do you like it?” Jennifer’s voice was subdued and hesitant. “I mean it’s still pretty new to you, right? The kinky stuff? But blissfully happy has to mean you like it.”

  Jeremy sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he considered his response. “It depends on who you’re with, Jen. I think it should be someone who really knows what they’re doing. Someone you feel like you can trust with your physical safety. If Tasha suggested him, I trust that. She’s a hellion, but she wouldn’t steer you wrong. Have you met him?”

  Jen blushed and looked down at the fishing pole in her hands. “A few times for coffee. And we’ve talked on the phone. He’s sexier than I was expecting.”

  Jeremy narrowed his eyes. “Be careful, Jennifer. I mean, from what I understand, even with partners who aren’t in a relationship, things can get intense fairly quickly. You don’t want to mistake that for more than it is.”

  The youngest Finn made a face. “Believe me, I’m not looking for a boyfriend. I’ve only been single for two months of my adult life, and I plan on enjoying myself. But this guy, well you’re right. Very intense. The closer we get to our play date, the more dangerous it seems. He’s even mentioned bringing in someone else if I’d like.” She bit her lip. “It’s actually pretty damn exciting.”

  He groaned. “Why are you telling me this? Stop telling me things like this.”

  She laughed, but Jeremy shook his head. “I’m not kidding. A very intense, dangerous guy from a fetish club is taking Little Finn out for whips and chains with a possible side of three-ways. What am I supposed to do with that information?”

  “You keep it a secret. You always do.”

  “And I always will,” he sighed. “Though your brother Seamus had some very wise words about secrets that I would share with you…if I could remember them. The gist is they’re bad, and you shouldn’t have any.”

  Jen smiled. “That’s a man rule. Men aren’t allowed to have secrets. They don’t know what to do with them. But every girl gets to keep a few. It’s one of the perks. I just happen to keep them with you. And Tasha of course. She’s going to be there in case I need to make a getaway.”

  “Thank God,” Jeremy said, relieved. “Just tell her to tell me when I need to make sure your brother stays home. And be safe, Jen. I mean, have fun, have adventures, go crazy because you deserve it after all that insanity…but be safe.”

  She leaned against him affectionately and he wrapped his arm around her shoulder. She was a Finn. She would do whatever the hell she wanted.

  And he would always be here to keep her secrets and kick the ass of anyone who hurt her.

  He heard Owen shouting for him. “Jeremy? Damn it, a little help over here, please!”

  “Duty calls.” He jumped up and went running toward the house, seeing Owen struggling with something in his arms at the foot of the stairs.

  Something wriggling excitedly.

  “You didn’t.”

  He smiled at Jeremy and then grunted when a paw whacked him in the stomach. “Sadly, I did.”

  Jennifer’s squeal of delight increased the animal’s excitement. “A puppy? You brought home a puppy?”

  “Oh, it’s so cute,” Ellen Finn called down from the patio. “Shawn, did you see? Owen got them a dog.”

  Owen handed the bundle of red and amber fur to Jeremy. “I did. Consider him a bonus birthday present.”

  Jeremy laughed when the tiny black-nosed imp licked his face. “A baby boy. Hello, boy. What do we name him?”

  Owen’s hand came up to scratch the dog behind his ears, as if he couldn’t help himself. “I don’t know. I suppose we could name him after my favorite thing.”

  Jeremy grinned at him and Owen scowled as his ears turned red. Guess they weren’t naming him after that favorite thing.

  Jen jumped in. “Pizza?”

  “You’re both smartasses,” Owen grumbled. “What about Xbox? Or Boogie?”

  “Boogie?” she frowned.

  Jeremy glared in warning at Owen, who was trying to embarrass him as payback. “Let’s try something less obscure. He’s a stubborn one—look at how determined he is to get down and play. He’s a Finn.”

  “I had a dog named Angus when I was a boy,” Shawn Finn said as he walked down the steps to inspect the newest member of the family. “Damn thing bit my leg three times and ate all my mother’s good cushions, but it’s a good name.”

  Ellen joined him, squinting at her phone. “Wait, I need to take a picture, and then Jen can use my phone to find a baby name site. We’ll pick the perfect one. Stand closer to Jeremy, Owen. Oh, you three look adorable.”

  “Badass,” Owen crossed his arms, nodding in finality beside him. “His name is Badass Finn.”

  Jeremy smiled for the picture, then looked down at the angelic puppy face and shook his head. “Don’t worry. We’ll find you a name you can be proud of. One we can shout in public when you inevitably escape your leash. Until then, welcome to the family, Badass.”

  ***

  Owen was in the living room pla
ying with the puppy and setting up his sleeping crate when Jeremy joined him, handing him a beer. “How’s our little Badass?”

  “He’s earned his name already,” Owen answered, watching the tiny bundle tug on the rope toy in his hand. “He’s got a lot of energy too. I was thinking of slipping some beer into his food dish to knock him out.”

  “Don’t you dare.” Jeremy sat down on the floor beside him.

  “Hey, what were you and Jen whispering about before they left?”

  Shit. “Nothing important. She’s still dealing with wedding backlash, I think. Antsy to get out into the world and find her place.”

  “Well, I wish Seamus hadn’t let her move into the cottage behind the pub. That’s no place for a young, single girl on her own. Maybe she needs a guard dog like Badass. He did have a few brothers and sisters who hadn’t found a home.”

  “She’ll be fine, Owen. She has us to look out for her.” He patted the ground and laughed when the puppy pounced on his hand. “I can’t believe you did this. I thought we’d decided to wait a while before we made the shared pet kind of commitment.”

  Owen slid his fingers into the hair at the base of Jeremy’s neck and pulled him closer for a kiss. Oh, that tug. He loved it when he did that. It made him shiver. “It doesn’t get more committed than this, babe. You know that. And he was begging to come home with me. With us.”

  Jeremy’s throat tightened. “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome.” Owen grinned. “So far, I have to say I think I’m pretty good at this relationship business.”

  “Cocky bastard.” But Jeremy didn’t disagree.

  Every day, Owen surprised him. This was new to both of them, committing to a long-term monogamous relationship, but it came so naturally now. It was as if they’d both been waiting, storing up all the love they had to give until they found the right person to give it to.

  And the sex. He couldn’t forget about that. For two men who’d been known to like variety in their sexual partners, neither one of them was complaining. It kept getting better. Jeremy’s trust with Owen’s control. Owen’s love of his more primal urges… He couldn’t imagine ever being tempted to stray. And if he still had any doubts about Owen changing his mind about him—well, they were fast disappearing.