by Sara York
Wesley tried to stop the orgasm, but it was so close, his balls so tight. “Scotty, I’m going to—”
“Stop.”
Tears streamed down his face. “Scotty,” he cried out, his knees about to give out.
“Wesley, you wait for me.” Scotty held him up, keeping him from dropping to the ground.
“Ple-please…”
He couldn’t hold back, his whole body shook. Scotty pumped into him once more, and his orgasm hit. Scotty pinched Wesley’s nipples, and sucking hard on Wesley’s neck, forced him over the edge.
Scotty pulled off his neck and growled. “Now, Wesley. Come now.”
Wesley emptied his balls, his orgasm taking everything he had. He slumped forward in Scotty’s arms, allowing the man to hold him. His legs didn’t work, his arms were useless. Scotty pulled out of him and picked him up, carrying him to his bathroom. He was propped against the wall as Scotty turned on the shower. He watched his new lover strip, admiring his torso.
“Wesley, I’m going to wash you, then we’ll sleep. Are you okay with me sleeping with you?”
He nodded, not trusting his voice.
“Baby, was I too rough?”
Wesley closed his eyes, squeezing his ass and feeling a little bit of pain but not a lot. “I’m fine.”
“Let me see. Spread your legs and bend over.”
Wesley obeyed because it was Scotty asking. He thought nothing of Scotty’s request. Any other guy, and he would have told them to go away. Wesley bent low, giving Scotty the access he wanted. The pressure of Scotty’s fingers running over his crease left him horny again. He wanted more, needed more.
“You look okay,” Scotty said.
Wesley nodded as he stood. Scotty helped him into the tub. The hot water felt good to his muscles, but Scotty’s hands on his body felt even better. The heat, along with the touch, drew him into a trancelike state. He moaned as Scotty washed him, soaping him up and rinsing him clean.
The water was off, Scotty was drying him, and then they were in his bed, Scotty holding him. Wesley was so tired, his body sore but in a good way. He closed his eyes, feeling secure in Scotty’s arms as he drifted to sleep.
* * * *
Wesley’s breathing slowed, and Scotty let go of a huge sigh. He cringed, thinking about what had happened with Kevin at the club. The man had been so needy, so desperate to do anything to sub, that Scotty had done a scene with him. Not only did Scotty feel that his dominance was being questioned when Aaron had pulled his shit, he needed to feel in control and gain some semblance of order.
Aaron had pissed him off, leaving him feeling unworthy to be a Dom when he’d been with Wesley. The fear and uncertainty of the night before had twisted him up, leaving him thinking a scene would break Wesley’s hold over him. Then Kevin was there, his willingness to do anything enticing Scotty. Kevin was exactly what he’d been looking for when he'd found Wesley. He wasn’t cheating, because he hadn’t touched Kevin—well, not really. He had held him after striking him seven times with the long whip, kissing his near-perfect ass with the leather, barely leaving a mark.
Scotty shivered as he thought about the scene. Kevin had been so responsive, his body arching just right as the whip came down on his butt cheek. Then the aftercare had been so sweet. He longed to do that with Wesley. While he’d been caring for Kevin, he’d imagined Wesley being in his arms, that it was Wesley’s body he was cherishing as he rubbed salve over his aches.
After Kevin had dressed and left the club, Scotty had driven like a wild man to see Wesley. Guilt ate at him, making him wonder if Wesley would understand. He’d planned on talking to him, explaining the scene and how it meant nothing, but then Wesley had opened the door, and he’d gone crazy, shoving into Wesley without asking. As he pumped into his lover, he’d questioned how fucked up he was. He wanted Wesley more than anything, but Kevin had pushed his buttons. Backing down would have made him look weak, and he wasn’t weak. Being weak would mean that someone could take advantage of him, and he never wanted that again.
Wesley snuggled closer, his scruffy chin prickly against Scotty’s chest. Scotty sighed and held Wesley tight. Barringers was off limits until Wesley decided he wanted to do a scene. The rule had to be put into place because as much as Scotty wanted to be the man in charge, he knew he’d gone too far with Kevin without first going to his lover and asking him how he felt about the situation. Scotty was stuck in a tough spot, and he hoped he didn’t have to explain his actions to Wesley, because he’d come out on bottom if the truth were ever exposed.
* * * *
Wesley woke wrapped in Scotty’s arms. He closed his eyes, remembering how Scotty had taken him. The coupling had been rough, desperate, almost frightening. As Scotty had possessed him last night, he’d realized he was falling in love. He knew it was too soon for that, but he liked Scotty—really liked him—and knew it was more than just affection; he wanted to be with Scotty forever.
The man scared him a bit, but the love was there, or something so close to love skimming the surface of his consciousness, leaving him wondering just how long he could go without a taste of Scotty. Maybe it was just lust, passion, need, or desire. He was probably crazy for wanting the guy so much. Inexperience left him confused about how deeply he felt. Maybe Scotty was all wrong for him, but damn it, the man seemed perfect.
Stretching hurt, but Wesley knew not moving would be worse. He rolled away from Scotty and was tugged back into the warmth. Scotty growled and wrapped his arms around Wesley, holding him so tight he thought he would suffocate. After a moment, Scotty let him go, and Wesley laughed a bit as he rolled quickly out of bed and headed to the bathroom.
When he finished pissing, the door pushed open, and Scotty entered, searing him with a heated stare. He watched as Scotty pissed, one arm braced on the wall, the other hand on his dick, directing the flow. Wesley handed Scotty the mouthwash, squirming as Scotty’s intense gaze stayed on him until he had to spit.
Scotty turned, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest, his legs crossed at the ankles. He looked relaxed, more than calm, which made Wesley shiver. The continued scrutiny made Wesley squirm.
Scotty cracked a smile. “I want to take you out tonight.”
Fear raced through Wesley as thoughts of Barringers and what happened there passed through his mind. He didn’t think he could go back to the club again. That had been beyond scary. Before going to that place, he’d felt experienced with his two lovers, but the things he’d seen in the club blew him away. He was glad he was leaning against the wall since his head suddenly felt fuzzy and his knees weak.
“Wesley, your face is pale. Do you feel okay?”
He nodded, then turned to leave the bathroom. Fear of being stripped naked in front of other people and struck over and over again made him want to tell Scotty he couldn’t go. He wanted to stay here with the man. Here was safe—well, there was that one time Scotty had spanked him, but the blows to his backside hadn’t really hurt, they’d only made his dick throb like crazy all through the spanking.
Scotty had his hand on Wesley’s shoulder, stopping his progress. “Wesley, what is wrong?”
“I don’t think I can go.”
“Excuse me?”
He turned to face Scotty, and his fear ramped up even more. “I can’t. Please don’t make me.”
“Shh, it’s okay.” Scotty pulled him into a hug, smoothing his hands over Wesley’s back and his bare butt. “I want to take you to dinner. Somewhere nice. A place we could maybe get to know each other better.”
Wesley pulled away. “You mean you don’t want me to—” He trembled, his eyes closing as he thought about what he’d seen.
“Dinner. No other plans. Just you and me eating together, getting to know each other. Are you okay with that?”
He felt a little foolish over his assumptions and stepped closer to Scotty, nuzzling his neck. “I thought—”
Scotty placed a finger over Wesley’s mouth. “I’ll pi
ck you up at six.”
“What do you want me to wear?”
“Something comfortable. Khakis or slacks. I don’t think you’ll need a tie.”
Wesley nodded, then kissed Scotty’s neck and jaw. He really liked this guy, liked holding him and touching him. His heart felt so full that he wondered if it was going to burst out of his body. How much could one man feel for another?
Scotty spun him around, pressing Wesley’s chest to the wall. Memories of the night before washed through his thoughts. He shivered as Scotty traced his hands over his body and down to his butt.
“I was rough last night.” Scotty nipped at Wesley’s neck. He moaned and pushed back against Scotty, grinding his ass into Scotty’s erection. “Did you like it rough?”
His dick hardened as a thread of embarrassment wove through him. He was helpless to Scotty’s allure. Scotty reached down and stroked Wesley’s belly, ignoring his cock.
“Tell me, Wesley. Did you like it rough?”
“Yes,” he hissed.
Scotty took Wesley’s cock in hand and started stroking him. Wesley’s balls were already tight, and he knew he wouldn’t last long.
“You are so lusty. I love how hard you get. Your dick is amazing. I want you to turn around, drop to your knees, and suck me off. But don’t touch yourself and don’t come. You let me come first. Do you understand?”
The command from Scotty shook him to his toes. Not the actual request, he was okay with that, but the way Scotty had the power to tell him what to do and he willingly submitted, never questioning what the man wanted.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good boy, now on your knees and show me how talented your little mouth is. I want your spit all over me, and I want you to swallow every drop of my seed.”
Wesley dropped to the floor and gazed up at Scotty, never breaking eye contact. The gleam of satisfaction in Scotty’s eyes made Wesley’s heart beat quicker. He stuck out his tongue and licked the tip, loving the way Scotty shivered. He wrapped his lips around Scotty’s rod and slid down to the base, burying his nose in Scotty’s pubes before he pulled back.
Scotty rocked forward gently, then held onto Wesley’s ears and pumped in hard and fast, fucking his mouth. Wesley gagged but settled as he relaxed his throat, opening up wide and taking all of his man. Scotty rode his mouth, fucking his face, and Wesley loved it. The first shot of cum slid down his throat, and the second filled his mouth. He swallowed, praying he could keep all of Scotty’s seed in his mouth and not let any leak out. The next spray hit the back of his throat and slid down fast. Then he sucked harder, milking the last of Scotty’s jizz. He breathed in deep, loving the manly scent of his lover’s pubes, wishing he could do this every day. If only Scotty would stick around.
Scotty slid out of his mouth and pulled him to standing, turning Wesley around to face away from him. Scotty’s strong arms wrapped around him and he began to jack Wesley off, whispering quietly in his ear.
“That’s it, babe. Feels good.”
Scotty sucked hard on his neck, his teeth grazing over Wesley’s flesh. He wanted to come, but Scotty hadn’t told him he could. His knees shook like crazy, and he almost pitched forward.
“I can’t—”
“Come, come hard for me, love.”
His seed shot out, covering Scotty’s hand, some landing on the floor. Neither of them moved, Scotty holding him tight as he recovered, his knees shaking hard.
“I’ll be by to get you at six tonight.” Scotty nibbled on his ear. “I’ll miss you today, and no orgasms. You keep your hands off your dick.”
Wesley nodded, then moaned when Scotty stiffened behind him. The last thing in the world he wanted to do was disappoint Scotty. It would take a little getting used to, but he’d go to almost any lengths to make the man happy.
“Yes, sir,” he said, remembering the rule to always answer verbally.
Scotty relaxed and stroked Wesley’s body. “I need to head to work. I'll be thinking of you.”
Wesley turned to face Scotty, cupping his face with his hands. “Thank you.”
Their gazes held for a long moment as they stared silently at each other. Scotty leaned down and brushed a soft kiss over Wesley’s mouth. When Scotty pulled back, Wesley thought his heart had been ripped from his chest. He couldn’t let go, so he threw himself at Scotty, wrapping his arms around the man’s neck and holding tight. The soft feather of Scotty’s hands over his ass made him tremble.
“Wesley?”
“Yes, sir,” he whispered.
“I’ll see you tonight. I want you to work hard on your studies so we can have fun on our date.”
Scotty kissed him lightly once more before heading to the bedroom to get dressed. Wesley watched his man pull on his shirt and pants, following him to the front door and seeing him off. Scotty smiled and waved goodbye, his gaze full of something that looked like love to Wesley. After Scotty left, Wesley tugged on a pair of shorts, then spooned cereal into his mouth, daydreaming about his lover. He’d closed his eyes and was thinking about how turned on he was by their rough sex last night when the front door banged open. Dustin blew in, his mouth going without even looking to see if Wesley was busy.
“Oh my God, Wesley, you won’t believe the night I had. So I was at Jack’s, the bar, and I ran into Jesse. You remember him. Well, he’s dating this new guy, and the dude took him to this club. Totally rad place is what I hear. We have to go there.”
“Really?” Wesley got up from the table and washed out his bowl, only half listening to Dustin babble about the place. He smiled when he thought about sucking Scotty, how the guy had pounded into him, his body shaking as he came.
“Anyway, it’s fairly exclusive, but I asked if you could go. The dude said yes.”
“That’s nice.” He did need to spend time with his friends. Scotty would understand.
“So, you going to go with us tomorrow?” Dustin asked.
“Yeah, I’ll go. It sounds like fun.” Wesley headed to his room and pulled on his clothes, wincing as he lifted his leg to slide his pants on. Everything reminded him of Scotty, every move, every sore muscle or twinge of pain brought forth a memory that had him feeling like a million bucks. Tonight would be amazing, and then tomorrow he’d spend time with his friends, going to some stupid bar, but it would keep them off his back when he started seeing Scotty every day, spending as much time with the man as possible.
Chapter Eight
At six, Scotty pulled up in front of Wesley’s apartment and stepped out of his car. He still felt horrible about Kevin. Doing a scene with the sub had been wrong, but his life had been in shambles since forever. He’d thought he’d had it together, commanding Raphael in the club and keeping him at an emotional distance in their relationship, but really, it had been a farce. Then the devastation from losing Raphael had shaken him to the core, revealing the depths of his self-deceit. He pushed the revelation to the back of his mind, ignoring the truth of the matter.
The tight grip he had on his emotions since delving into the life of being a Dom threated to disappear when Raphael left, leaving him broken. He’d played around but nothing serious because none of the subs appealed to him. Then there was Kevin. The man was all he’d been looking for in a sub when he’d met Wesley. Kevin was total obedience without question, and he was into the lifestyle, unlike Wesley.
The scene he and Kevin had done had been beautiful. At the end, he’d looked around and seen jealousy from the other Doms and desire from the subs. His ego had been boosted, and that should have been enough, but it wasn’t. He wanted Wesley, not their admiration. That scared the shit out of him. He didn’t want to want Wesley, not like that.
The blinds in Wesley’s kitchen moved, and a shot of desire hit him hard. No matter what he told himself, how much he tried to deny it, he wanted this man. Wesley had cracked open his front door before Scotty was halfway up the walk. He smiled to himself and paused. Wesley must trust him. Scotty continued up the walk, and he pushed the door wide, s
tepping inside. He heard the toilet flush in the bathroom and he stilled.
The warm feelings inside worried him. Then Wesley stepped out of the bathroom and shot him a smile, melting his heart. His whole body tingled, and his knees went weak. No matter how hard he tried to convince himself about needing the club and the lifestyle, all he wanted was Wesley to be his forever and always. If only he could let loose and really love, but he had no clue how to let the love through without losing himself. Pain laced with pleasure, stealing the air from his lungs, and he thought his heart would break.
Wesley frowned and moved close. “My beautiful Scotty, what's wrong?” Wesley’s fingers were on his cheeks, then threading through his hair.
Scotty closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, loving the way Wesley touched him. He felt safe, like he could stay there forever wrapped in his man’s arms. Wesley kissed his neck, then his jaw. Scotty’s dick grew hard. He drew in a lungful of air, shuddering as Wesley drew him closer.
“We need to leave to make our reservation,” Scotty whispered.
“You would tell me if something was wrong?”
Had this been a year ago and he with Raphael, he would have made a snide comment, telling Raphael to mind his own business, but this was Wesley, and the man twisted him in knots he had no idea how to get out of.
Scotty smiled, pushing the bad feelings away. “I’m good. Come on, let’s go.”
Scotty took Wesley’s keys from him, leading him out to the parking lot. They were silent as he started the car and headed to the riverfront. Wesley slid his hand over Scotty’s thigh down to his knee. Wesley’s touch was comforting, giving him hope that life would be good.
Dinner was perfect, the food just right, and Wesley seemed to enjoy their time together. As they were finishing up, Wesley’s lips spread in a wide grin.
“You make me happy. I enjoy being with you,” Wesley said.
The words, the smile, the look in Wesley’s eyes all combined to make Scotty want the moment to never end. But like all things good in his life, it couldn’t last. A bout of melancholy hit him, and he covered his emotions, standing to lead Wesley out of the restaurant and to the walkway that would take them to the car.