An Unlocked Mind

by K. C. Wells

  Vic growled. He stood, grabbed Rob’s plate, put the pizza back into the box, added his, then put the whole thing in the refrigerator. He turned and stalked toward Rob, who had a very self-satisfied smirk on his face. “Ever heard the saying ‘don’t poke the bear’? There’s a reason for it, as you’re about to find out.” He grabbed a laughing Rob and hauled him out of the chair. Vic slung him over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift before heading up the stairs.

  Rob struggled until Vic pinched his arse.

  “Stay still, Rob.”

  Rob obeyed, but he was still chortling.

  Vic let out another growl. “I have to tell you, there have been a few brats to waltz their way through the doors of the club, but you? Boy, you take the cake.”

  “Do I really, Sir?”

  Rob’s voice was light and teasing, but it still inflamed Vic. He strode into his bedroom, tossed Rob on the bed, and began to strip off his clothes.

  “Gee, and here was I thinking all you Dom types prefer to rip the clothes off people.”

  Vic glared. “Do you know how much clothes cost?” he asked, removing Rob’s shoes and socks. “No way are we going shopping again until you absolutely need them.”

  Rob stilled. “I’m perfectly capable of taking my own clothes off,” he said, his voice sounding hurt.

  Vic came to a halt and stared down at him. “Hey, enough of that. I want to undress you. To see the skin that I enjoy so much revealing itself to me inch by inch. If your fantasy is to have your clothes ripped off, then yeah, I can do that. But I should point out that there are definite advantages to doing it my way. For one thing, it gives me time to do this.” He kissed Rob’s stomach as he removed the shirt, delighting in the shiver that coursed through his body. “Or this.” He ran a hand over the bulge in Rob’s jeans before unfastening them and sliding them off. “Having said that, although there’s something to be said for slow, fast can be good too.” He stood beside the bed, quickly removing his own clothes. His cock stood to attention, hard and wanting.

  Rob’s eyes were wide, his pupils dark. The blue had turned stormy. It was clear Rob was every bit as turned on as Vic.

  “Let’s take a shower,” he ordered. “I want to wash you.”

  Rob got up and took a few tentative steps toward the bathroom. He turned around, and the sight of him took Vic’s breath away, just like it did every time he saw Rob naked.

  “By wash, does that mean you intend to fuck me in the shower?” he asked, his grin once more in evidence.

  The thought of taking Rob in the shower was tempting, but Vic already had told him what they’d be doing, and there was no way Vic was about to deprive himself of that. Rob’s mouth stuffed with Vic’s cock, while Vic slid a razor over his hair, trimming it down to little more than stubble.

  Fuck, that was a hot image.

  “Not this time,” Vic replied. “Your mouth has a standing appointment with my cock, and I don’t want you choking because you get water up your nose.”

  Rob frowned. “Choking? Please. I have skills.”

  Vic bit back his laugh. Rob was working on his oral sex repertoire, but he could still only take about half of Vic’s cock into his mouth without gagging. It was a work in progress, and something Vic would have to remember when he was fucking Rob’s mouth while the razor glided over his head.

  He muscled Rob into the shower and pushed him against the glass wall. Leaning down, he licked a stripe up Rob’s neck, delighting in the groans that tumbled from Rob’s lips.

  “Vic,” Rob whispered. He reached up and wrapped his hands around Vic’s neck.

  “Hands down, boy. You’re going to stand there and let me do what I want.”

  Rob dropped his head and tilted his neck to give Vic better access, crying out when Vic latched on to the tendon in his neck, sucking hard.

  Vic paused. “That’s it, Rob. Let me hear you. Show me how much you’re enjoying this.”

  Rob’s eyes were wild. “Bastard! Shut up and get back to it.”

  Vic shook his head. “Not what I meant when I said let me hear you. I want your moans, your sighs, all those little noises that tell me you’re enjoying this. And I don’t want your smart mouth—unless it’s wrapped around my dick.” He turned around, and Rob lashed out and grabbed his bicep.

  “Where are you going?” he demanded.

  “To turn on the water. Shower, remember? I’ve got every intention of going back for another helping of dessert, Rob. Now that I know how sweet it is, I may have more than one.”

  The blush that crept up Rob’s neck told Vic how much that idea meant to Rob too.

  “Showtime, boy.”

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  GETTING CLEAN had never been so… distracting.

  Rob did his best to follow Vic’s instruction to stand still, but fuck, that was difficult when Vic was running soapy hands all over his body, sneaking fingers into all his nooks and crannies. Rob shuddered at Vic’s touch, longing to forgo the cleansing and replace it with kissing, because all he wanted was that mouth on his.

  Apparently Vic didn’t have the same script. When he poured shampoo into his cupped hand and then proceeded to wash Rob’s hair, Rob wanted to scream with frustration.

  Of course, Vic knew exactly what was going on inside his head, the bastard.

  “Patience. I’m going to wash this before I cut it all off, okay?” Vic rubbed his fingers into Rob’s scalp, and somehow the activity morphed from frustrating into soothing. Rob leaned into his touch, craving more, loving the way Vic massaged his head with such dexterity. Vic chuckled. “There. That feels good, doesn’t it?”

  It took a second or two for Rob to realize that the sappy, happy sound that followed came from his own lips.

  Vic pulled him away from the tiled wall and under the jets, using both hands to remove all the lather. Then Rob caught his breath when Vic turned him around and pushed him up against the wet tiles. “Hands on the wall.” Vic’s breath fanned his ear. “I have to make sure you’re clean everywhere.”

  Rob shivered when slick fingers stroked down his back. He hoped to God he knew where they were headed.

  Another chuckle tickled his ear. “Yeah, you’re a dirty boy. You need a lot of cleaning today.”

  Rob gave a soft moan as Vic slid his hand through Rob’s crease, then paused to circle his hole. He pressed his forehead against the tiles and prayed silently and furiously. His pleas were granted when Vic slowly pushed a finger into him, up to the knuckle. Rob arched his back, not content to wait, and let go of the wall to reach behind him to spread his cheeks.

  Vic laughed. “Did I tell you to do that?” He slid his finger almost all the way out, and Rob wanted to groan.

  “No, Sir.”

  “Then isn’t it a good thing that I like initiative?”

  Rob’s moan was louder this time when two fingers penetrated him, moving in and out of him, and he pushed down hard on them. When Vic withdrew them completely, he wanted to yell, to tell him to put them back where they belonged, but he had a sneaking suspicion that Vic would only react by doing the opposite. I’m learning how he thinks. Right then he was waiting to see which direction Vic took.

  Vic kissed his neck, sending a frisson of pleasure skating down Rob’s spine. “We got some good news in the post today.” His deep voice reverberated through Rob.

  “Huh?” Rob stilled, momentarily perplexed.

  “Mm-hmm. Seems like you’re a healthy boy inside and out. I think we need to celebrate this.”

  Before Vic’s words had a chance to register, Rob gasped as Vic knelt down behind him and pressed his face between Rob’s arsecheeks, rasping his beard over the delicate skin.

  Oh God. Is he going to…?

  The thought died with the first jolt of electricity that shot through him when Vic licked over his hole with a deliberately languid tongue.

  It should have felt wicked. Sinful. Shocking.

  It felt fucking amazing.

  Rob let out a harsh cry and s
hoved back hard. “Fuck. More.”

  Vic chuckled against his hole. “I gather you like that.”

  “Are you fucking kidding me? Do I sound like there was anything about what you just did that I didn’t like? And why the hell are you talking? Use that mouth for something else.”

  A loud peal of laughter rebounded around the bathroom. “Well, if you’re not enjoying it, I can always stop.”

  “Don’t you fucking dare!” Then all other exclamations and expletives died when Vic gripped Rob’s cheeks, spread them with a rough movement, and speared his hole with a hot, wet tongue.

  Fuck. That was even better.

  Rob braced his arms against the tiles and widened his stance, his head bowed, his breathing loud as Vic plundered his hole again and again. When Vic reached between his spread legs to curl his fingers around Rob’s dick, it didn’t take long before Rob gave up his load with a loud groan, his come spattering the tiles. Vic licked and sucked, not pausing for a second, while he tugged at Rob’s length until not one drop was left. When he was well and truly spent, he sagged against the wall, and suddenly Vic’s arms were around him, holding him upright, his lips on Rob’s neck and shoulder.

  “So beautiful when you just let go.” Vic’s kisses switched from fierce to gentle in a heartbeat. His arm was across Rob’s chest, the other around his waist, and those soft kisses showed no signs of stopping. “Ready for your haircut?” He chuckled. “You know what I really want is to feel your mouth on my cock again, right?”

  Rob knew that feeling all too well.

  ROB KNELT in front of Vic, eyeing his long, thick cock with its shiny piercing. He knew what he wanted to do—take it all the way into his throat—but so far, that particular feat had eluded him.

  If ever an occasion called for deep-throating, it’s this one.

  He wasn’t stupid. He knew exactly why Vic was doing this.

  Right on cue, Vic lifted Rob’s chin with one hand, the other holding the electric hair clippers. “You okay?”

  Rob grinned. “Just so we’re clear? You’re cutting my hair like this so you can feel the vibrations on your dick, right?”

  Vic laughed. “Smart boy. Ideally, between the clippers and your mouth, I could shoot faster than a rocket. Your job is to make sure that doesn’t happen.” He let go of Rob’s chin and grabbed his own cock, holding it out. “Open wide.”

  Rob obeyed, and Vic smacked the wide head of his cock on Rob’s tongue. “Take a deep breath. You’re going to be sucking me off the whole time I’m cutting your hair. I know you can’t take me all the way, so don’t worry about it. If it gets too much, tap me on the leg and I’ll stop.”

  That was enough to make Rob determined to accomplish the task.

  He sucked on the hard, taut dick, filling his mouth, and Vic shuddered. God, that made him feel so fucking powerful. He pressed up close, taking more and more of Vic’s thick length into him, until his nose was buried in Vic’s pubes and he had never been so full. He could feel the metal bar against the back of his throat.

  “God, yes, just like that,” Vic sighed. Seconds later Rob felt the clippers against his head, and Vic’s hand holding him steady while he moved it slowly and carefully from his nape to his crown. When he paused, Rob took a moment to breathe, spluttering a little, before resuming his fervent sucking. Vic laughed, and Rob could feel it all the way through him. “I think I need to go a little faster.”

  Rob relaxed his throat as best he could and then took Vic deep once more. The clippers skimmed over his scalp, only this time a bit faster. He felt the vibrations all the way down to his toes, and moaned around his mouthful of dick. Rob worked Vic’s shaft with his tongue, conscious of not wanting to move too violently while Vic was cutting his hair. When tremors rippled through Vic’s body, Rob knew he was close and redoubled his efforts, his goal in sight.

  He wanted to taste Vic’s spunk, to feel him shoot his load.

  “Nearly done here.” Vic caressed his head and then shivered. “Oh God, that’s—”

  Rob eased off Vic’s cock and gave the head a hard suck before tugging on the bar.

  Vic was toast.

  “Fuck, what did I say?” Vic shuddered, his body jerking as he pumped come into Rob’s mouth. Vic dropped the clippers onto the bed beside him and then gripped Rob’s shoulders, his breathing harsh and rapid.

  Rob took his time, making sure he had every last drop before he licked the shaft clean from slit to root. Vic’s hands were gentle on his head, soft noises of encouragement pouring from his lips.

  When Rob was done, Vic hauled him to his feet. “We are so not finished.” He tugged him across the room to the wide leather armchair, then dropped into it, legs splayed wide. Vic held up his softening cock. “You made me come, so now your job is to get me hard enough to fuck that tight hole of yours.”

  Rob didn’t hesitate. He knelt between Vic’s muscled thighs and applied himself to the task with alacrity, exulting in the low moans and noises of pleasure that escaped Vic’s lips. Vic stroked Rob’s head before grabbing it with both hands and holding him steady while he proceeded to fuck his mouth, moving faster, sliding deeper. Rob groaned aloud and held himself still, letting Vic use him. God, the way he sounded as he thrust into Rob’s mouth, his dick growing harder with each passing minute.

  He knew he’d done a good job when Vic pulled free of his mouth and reached into the drawer beside the bed for a condom and lube. “Up here, feet on the arms,” Vic rasped out, his fingers busy with the latex.

  Rob climbed up, planted his feet on the wide arms, and gripped the back of the chair while Vic reached under him to slide a slick finger deep into him. Vic focused on Rob’s face as he prepared him, adding another finger.

  Rob had had enough of waiting.

  VIC GAVE a jerk of surprise when Rob reached back and grabbed hold of Vic’s stiff shaft, already slick with lube. “Fingers, out, now,” he growled.

  The desire to reprimand Rob for his brazen behavior died when Vic saw his face. There was a hunger in Rob’s expression that he hadn’t seen before. He pulled his hands free and let Rob take control. Rob steadied Vic’s cock before pressing the head against his hole. Slowly he sank down onto it, his own dick hardening as he did so, rising up to point toward the ceiling.

  That more than anything told Vic that Rob wanted this with a passion.

  When Vic’s cock was buried all the way in Rob’s body, Rob began to move, riding him carefully at first, but before long he was bouncing on it, his fingers digging into the leather chair back. “Fuck, feels so good when you’re hard inside me,” he moaned.

  Vic had no complaints either. The tight heat that surrounded his dick was sheer bliss. “Take what you need, boy,” he gasped out. “Fuck yourself on it.”

  Rob nodded. “Have I ever told you… that I love the fact… that your cock is so thick and long?”

  Vic laughed. “Heaping praise on my dick will not get you any more fucked, you know.” He shoved all the way into Rob’s hot channel. “Like that?”

  A low groan poured out of Rob as he leaned forward to seize Vic’s mouth in a brutal kiss, all teeth and tongues. Vic received him eagerly, his hands on Rob’s back, gently raking down his spine with his nails, loving the way Rob moaned all the more, the way he moved faster.

  “I wish I could watch your thick dick as you slide it into me.”

  “Trust me, it looks amazing,” Vic said breathlessly. “I want you to feel every inch of it.”

  “Not enough,” Rob ground out. “I want you deeper. Want to feel you tomorrow, like you’re still inside me.”

  Vic grabbed hold of Rob’s cheeks and lifted him bodily, pushing up out of the chair and carrying him over to the bed, his cock still wedged inside Rob’s arse. He lowered Rob carefully onto the bed and eased out of him. “On all fours,” he growled. “Arch your back. Gonna pound your hole.” His need was white-hot and the thought of plowing into Rob consumed him.

  Rob responded instantly, flipping over and tilting his h
ips, legs spreading wide to present that beautiful hole. He glanced over his shoulder. “Come on, Vic. What’s taking you so long? Fuck me.”

  Vic grinned. “Okay, what have you done with Rob?” He liked this new, demanding boy, who was not like any sub Vic had ever known. And maybe that’s what is so special about him.

  Vic brought the head of his dick to Rob’s hole and slid into him in one long, fluid thrust. Rob cried out and pushed back, already riding his cock, and Vic grabbed on to his hips to piston in and out of his slick channel. There was no time for sensual caresses or kisses as both of them moved together, Rob meeting Vic’s thrusts with low cries. Vic reached under him to stroke his fingers along Rob’s solid length, and Rob dropped his head and shoulders to the bed.

  “Close.” The word shuddered out of him.

  “Come when you’re ready.” Vic wasn’t about to make him wait, not after all the effort he’d put in to getting Vic hard again. He curled his hand around Rob’s shaft and tugged, aware of the warmth that covered his fingers. Rob shivered beneath him, and Vic covered him with his body, stilling inside him while the last of Rob’s orgasm ebbed away. Vic brought his come-covered hand to Rob’s lips. “Clean it,” he instructed.

  Rob’s tongue lapping up his load seemed to have a direct link to Vic’s dick, which throbbed inside the tight arse. He waited until Rob had removed every trace of come, and then he bent over him to kiss the back of his neck. “Now grab on to something.”

  Rob clutched the sheets under him, and Vic took a moment to admire the long line of his back, the smooth skin, the dimples where his arse curved, and the narrow waist. My boy is beautiful.

  As soon as the thought had flitted across his mind, he realized the truth of it. He is mine.

  Vic gripped Rob’s hips and commenced fucking him, hips snapping forward as he reamed Rob’s hole. “Fuck, the way your arse feels on my dick.”