Mentally, Rylan had perked up since their visit to the pediatric oncology ward, and made several remarks about a certain promise from Brett during one of his PT sessions. The hospital therapists had provided them with pamphlets, two of which dealt with knee injuries and sex, those in turn prompted more comments and thinly veiled hints from Rylan.
Brett took all those as good signs, making him not only very happy, but giving his own libido one heck of a boost. Their trip to the airport as well as their flight was an antsy one for both of them.
The journey to Big Sky Skating complex and Brett’s home, compounded their mutual unrest. Some discrete groping went on in the back of the cab, ending as they pulled up the drive.
“Wow, you did some updating and redecorating since I was here last.” Rylan stopped inside the kitchen and leaned against the heavy, wooden table. “I like.”
Brett chuckled. “With Mom and Dad gone and Celia on the road when I retired and started living here, the 1970s stuff had to go. It was sort of my pet project to keep me busy at first. The funny thing was, I spent a long time dreaming about having free time and when I had it I had no clue what to do with it.”
“Is that why you got into the restaurants?” Rylan asked.
“Partially. I also started doing some volunteer coaching with some inner-city kids.”
“Don’t you work with the hockey players here, too?”
“Yeah.” Brett nodded. “But not every kid who wants this sort of training can afford it. You and I were lucky, we had people to bankroll our dreams. Even if a profession on the ice was expected of me.”
“It’s just us here, in the house?” Rylan asked, leaning to the side, and peering through the door to the dining room.
Brett stepped closer to Rylan and slipped one arm around his waist. “Just us. This is my—our—private home. I never had any offices here, though this old farm house is certainly big enough. When I was a kid I hated that my parents had admin offices in this house. It always felt to me like we were being invaded. Which brings me to another subject. The bedrooms are upstairs. I wasn’t sure if you wanted to have a bed on the first floor, until you’re better. We can move things around and make room.”
“We agreed we’d share a bed.” Rylan stiffened, but didn’t attempt to move away.
“We did and that’s what I’d prefer. There is no reason we can’t do that on the first floor as easily as on the second floor. However, there are stairs, though there are railings on both sides for some reason. Also, no elevator, no lift chair, those things can be installed—”
Rylan cut him off. “I don’t want to depend on that sort of equipment. You know, it’s not as if I haven’t been in pain from skating before. I’ll deal.” He grinned suddenly. “And the destination at the top of the steps is a real incentive.”
Brett laughed. “You’ll tell me if you change your mind?”
“I will, thank you.” Rylan nuzzled Brett’s cheek before leaning against him for a few minutes. “Now a tour and since we’re finally alone.…”
Moving his hand down Rylan’s back, Brett smoothed his palm over Rylan’s rear then gave him a little slap. Rolling his eyes, he chided, “You’re so needy. I’m expected to be your Dom, carry your luggage inside, paddle your naked, firm ass and then there’s date night! I suppose you’ll want dinner later.”
“Me, me, me…it’s all about me.” Rylan planted a kiss on Brett’s neck right under his jaw. “I can’t help it that I work up an appetite.”
“Hmm.” Brett turned his head and pulled Rylan closer, pressing his lips to Rylan’s.
Almost at once Rylan’s mouth opened to Brett’s tongue and he leaned more of his weight into Brett. He slipped his arms around Brett, appreciating the way Brett’s body felt against his. A shiver rippled through Rylan and he clutched Brett’s shirt for a few beats.
Brett broke their kiss. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” Rylan nodded and pressed his forehead to Brett’s shoulder.
Brett stepped away and took Rylan’s hand. He slid his other hand between them and rubbed Rylan’s cock through his pants until Rylan was dragging in deep breaths. “Now that tour.” He moved back and gently tugged on Rylan’s hand, leading him through the kitchen. “I had the offices converted into a sort of den. It’s pretty much my favorite room. The ultimate man-cave with huge windows.”
They made their way through the living room to the back of the house. What had once been offices was now one long room. Floor to ceiling windows looked out onto a deck. Steps led down to a narrow patch of ground and beyond that was a large pond surrounded by a tall, wooden fence.
Rylan’s face lit up. “You fenced in the pond.” He pointed to a fire pit near the pond’s edge. “Bonfires. This room is…relaxing.”
“Like I said, no reason it can’t become a bedroom.” Brett waved at the far end of the room. “Large screen TV and the couch is a theater seating style recliner. Mini fridge, microwave…” he pointed to each feature as he talked. “Fireplace, book cases and charging station for all your electronic devices, and behind those wooded doors is a storage locker for skates, coats, sticks, that sort of stuff.”
“The view is certainly amazing,” Rylan said. “This is almost a little apartment.”
“All we need to do is add the bed,” Brett pointed out. “No reason to ever leave.”
“But we’re not going to do that right now, are we?” Rylan inched closer and brushed his lips lightly over Brett’s jaw. “Sir.” His voice was so soft he practically purred. It astounded Brett how quickly Rylan would dive into complete submissive mode.
That did it, Brett’s sort of hard-on turned into a full-fledged boner. He swallowed—it was more like a spasm—and took a few deep breaths. Sliding one arm around Rylan’s waist he pulled Rylan against him with enough force Rylan was thrown off balance and stumbled closer.
“Hmm…sorry,” Brett murmured and wrapped his other arm around Rylan’s shoulders, angling his hand to cup Rylan’s head.
Rylan blew out a soft breath that felt like a warm feather against Brett’s skin. A tremor ripped through Brett and Rylan chuckled. “It’s been too long.”
Brett glanced down at Rylan’s right leg. “What about your knee, before you had…there was…” He didn’t know exactly how to ask without dampening Rylan’s mood. Right now, he was concerned with taking good moods from Rylan when he could get them and devising ways to make his times of depression decrease. At this particular moment, he had some excellent ideas on how to accomplish his goals.
Pushing one leg between Rylan’s thighs, Brett applied fast, steady, upward pressure until Rylan was rocking against him. When Rylan’s head dropped back, exposing his throat Brett took full advantage. He raked his teeth up and down Rylan’s neck, stopping to nip at the skin below his jaw. Since Rylan wouldn’t be performing there was no need to worry about leaving marks.
Judging by the way Rylan would suck in his breath and shudder with every nip, he was thoroughly enjoying the marks Brett was leaving. Tightening his grip, Brett lifted Rylan off his feet and boosted him onto the back of the couch. Rylan tugged and yanked on Brett’s shirt buttons with trembling fingers then slipped one hand along Brett’s side to his belt buckle.
“Sir, please,” Rylan panted and pushed his fingertips under Brett’s belt. “I need…missed your hands, so much, I—” He stopped abruptly and hissed in a sharp breath before shoving his hand farther down.
Brett leaned away and reached for Rylan’s injured knee. “What? Are you—?”
“No, yes, don’t, sir, please every time I…” Rylan gave Brett’s cock a squeeze and he licked along Brett’s jaw. “The pain, it’s not…I need this so much more. Sir, please!” He tried to slide off the back of the couch.
It took a second for Brett’s brain to kick in. Moving fast he let go of Rylan and repositioned his hands so he held Rylan under his armpits. “You aren’t permitted to tell me you can’t do something without your safeword, but I sure as hell can decide if som
ething isn’t safe. Got that, boy? Kneeling is definitely out, at least for now.”
“Yes, sir.” Rylan gazed at the floor while he moved his hand up and down Brett’s engorged cock. “How can I…?”
Brett hauled in a shuddering breath. “We’ll figure it out. Stop, arms up.”
Rylan immediately complied and Brett pulled Rylan’s shirt and undershirt off over his head. His chest flushed an alluring dark pink, his muscles twitched and his blond hair was tousled.
Gripping Rylan’s chin in one hand, Brett murmured, “My God, you’re intoxicating.” Before Rylan could react, Brett kissed him, lips brushing gently over Rylan’s for a few seconds before he gave up and gave in. He gripped Rylan’s hair with one hand, he shoved his tongue between Rylan’s lips and was welcomed into his mouth. Brett got his free hand between them and gave one of Rylan’s nipples a roll and pinch. When Rylan tried to gasp, Brett broke their kiss. “Tell me what you want, boy.”
“Fuck me and spank me and fuck me harder. Sir, please, sir.”
Little bits of moisture oozed down Rylan’s chest and the aroma of arousal mixed with sweat to create an irresistible scent.
Brett stepped back far enough to put space between them, while remaining close enough to hold onto Rylan’s arms and steady him. He needed to cool down some or this would be over very quickly. “Do you have control over yourself, boy?”
“I don’t know. The drugs and…” Rylan looked up at him for a split second before lowering his gaze again. “No, sir.”
Brett helped Rylan off the back of the couch. “The rest of your clothes need to come off.” It was a bit awkward, but with a little hopping around and Brett supporting Rylan’s weight they got his shoes, socks, and pants off, leaving only his underwear. He stood balanced on one foot, hands behind him and gripping the material covering the couch back, gulping in huge breaths. “Our supplies are in one of my bags. We left them in the kitchen.” Brett held up one finger. “Stay put, I’ll be right back.”
Rylan nodded and Brett twisted around on his heels, yanking his shirt off and dropping it to the floor in his wake. Brett blasted through the house, shedding his shoes and socks on the way. He’d left the duffle with their special equipment and supplies near the kitchen table. Snatching it up he dashed back the way he’d come, tripping over his discarded shoes on the way and stubbing his toe.
“Aw, fuck,” Brett grumbled and hobbled through the door. He took one look at Rylan and dropped the bag at his feet. Straightening he shook his arms out and slowly looked Rylan up and down.
Other than the knee and leg brace Rylan was completely naked. He was propped on the back of the couch, hands on either side of him. His left foot was firmly on the floor, clearly supporting his weight while his right foot dangled a few inches above the floor. The well-defined muscles of his left leg bulged and quivered ever so slightly.
Brett stalked close and ran his fingertips up and down Rylan’s left thigh. “Fuck, I love your legs.”
Rylan bit his lip, glanced into Brett’s eyes for a split second before focusing on the floor.
Brett moved his hand over Rylan’s hip and smiled when the muscles there jumped at his touch. He continued up Rylan’s side to his chest then brushed his thumb over Rylan’s nipple. Brett was rewarded with a very satisfying shudder and gasp from Rylan. He moved closer and brushed the back of his hand over Rylan’s cheek, leaned down and gently kissed him.
Stepping back, a few deep breaths and Brett went back to the duffle bag. He pulled out the leather cock cage, hip harness, and butt plug. “Boy, are you very, very sure you can do this?”
Rylan nodded. “Yes, sir. I’ll tell you if it’s too much.” He paused and looked around the room. “I want to be me again. As normal as I can be. I trust you to know our limits.”
Brett nodded. He wanted that for Rylan as well. “Understood.” Taking Rylan’s arm, he helped him off the couch and made sure he was balanced on his good leg and still using his hands on the back of the couch for stability. “If you don’t have the same control and come without permission there will be no repercussions. Drugs have odd effects.” While Brett talked he maneuvered Rylan’s cock into the cage then fitted the harness into place. He took full advantage and rubbed his fingers and palms over Rylan’s smooth skin and well-defined muscles. He especially enjoyed the soft, curly hair between Rylan’s legs.
By the time Brett completed his task Rylan was trembling and his knuckles were white from hanging onto the couch. Brett ordered, “Turn around.” He stepped back and gave Rylan room to shift and move so he propped his hips against the back of the couch, again his hands were on either side, gripping the material. With each passing minute Rylan’s breathing deepened and sped up.
Brett ran one hand down Rylan’s spine, pulled his hand back, and slapped Rylan’s ass a few times. Rylan sucked in his breath and rocked back into Brett’s hand. The muscles of his shoulders and back, as well as his ass, tensed and relaxed in time with Brett’s slaps. Brett stopped and inched away, giving himself the luxury of rubbing his very full cock.
He extracted a bottle of lube from the duffle and applied a generous amount to the plug. Next, he drizzled a large amount of lube between Rylan’s ass cheeks.
“Oh.” Rylan rocked up on the toes of his left foot. “Kinda cold.”
“Problem, boy? You didn’t have permission to speak.” Brett smacked Rylan a few more times. “I do like how nice and pink your rear gets and how that firm ass of yours shakes when my hand connects.” He pressed the tip of the plug to Rylan’s entrance. “Ready?”
“God, yes!” Rylan gulped in a breath and shoved his ass back. “Sir.”
Without further preamble Brett slid the plug into Rylan, making him squirm, shudder, and pant. He pulled the back strap between Rylan’s ass cheeks and gave a little jerk before buckling it in place.
Brett decided against the use of a flogger or paddle, opting to continue smacking Rylan with his hand. His bare hand cracking against Rylan’s warm skin was more intimate and he felt better able to judge how Rylan’s body reacted with the flesh to flesh contact.
It didn’t take long before Rylan was leaning completely on his hands, his head was down with his blond bangs swaying softly. When Rylan’s moans were low and continuous, Brett stepped close and pulled his hips back. The feeling of Rylan’s heated skin and round ass against his groin nearly sent Brett over the edge. He slipped one arm around Rylan’s waist, leaned over him, and licked Rylan’s ear, humming softly.
Rylan pressed closer, tilting his head backward so he rested on Brett’s shoulder. His hips jerked back and forth and his breath came in quick gasps. Brett bent to the side and ran one hand along the inside of Rylan’s thigh.
“Doing okay?” Brett murmured in Rylan’s ear.
Nodding once, Rylan whispered, “Yes…sir. Better, sir.”
“Do you feel you can handle the stairs?”
“Yes, sir. That’s where the bed is, sir.”
Brett shifted Rylan’s weight forward again so he could brace himself against the couch. Taking a few steps to the side, Brett grabbed Rylan’s cane then moved closer and took Rylan’s arm to steady him while he positioned the cane.
Once they reached the base of the stairs and Brett took Rylan’s cane. For some reason Brett never questioned there were wide, wooden railings on both sides of the steps. He’d never changed it because the look was interesting and he liked it.
Balancing on one foot and using the railings to pull himself up the steps, Rylan went up the steps first. Brett followed a foot or so behind, giving Rylan encouraging slaps to his rear. With every step up, Rylan’s cheeks would clench together, no doubt causing the plug to shift inward and press against Rylan’s prostate. That in turn would illicit a soft groan.
Every noise from Rylan made Brett’s cock twitch and leak. “Uh, just this once…in the interest of time…” Brett’s voice trailed off, he was too afraid to ruin the mood.
Rylan stopped, twisted around, and hooked his right l
eg over Brett’s outstretched arm. “Oh, yeah.”
Brett chuckled and scooped Rylan up, holding him securely to his chest. When they reached the bedroom, Brett gently deposited Rylan on the bed. It took a little maneuvering and creativity once Rylan’s plug and harness was removed but they managed to find a position that was enjoyable for them both as well as protecting Rylan’s knee. The best part was Brett managed not to mention he’d done some research on behalf of Rylan’s injury and their sex life.
With Rylan on his back, legs opened to him, Brett knelt between Rylan’s thighs and lifted his ass, slipping his cock deep into him. Brett stretched over Rylan, gripped his wrists, and pinned his arms above his head. Rylan’s legs draped loose over Brett’s, so there was no pressure on his knee.
Brett could put plenty of pressure on other parts of Rylan’s body. The more he pressed down on Rylan’s arms, keeping him immobile, the faster Rylan panted, the more flushed his chest became and the more his hips squirmed.
He tried, but there was no lasting this time. No matter how hard he tried to slow the pace of his thrusts hearing Rylan’s moans and seeing his quivering body had the opposite effect. Brett’s body had no choice but to comply with Rylan’s begs of faster, harder.
Rylan arched his back and cried out when Brett’s body jerked forward. His cock throbbing and muscles twitching while he gasped for breath. Moving as carefully as possible Brett eased out of Rylan and stretched out beside him, rubbing his hand lightly along Rylan’s side and down his chest. Rylan shifted and moaned when Brett grabbed one of his nipples, twisting and pinching.
Brett pressed his lips to Rylan’s neck, nuzzling and kissing softly. “Hmm…You make me feel so good.”
“Th-thank you, sir,” Rylan whispered. He shivered when Brett ran his fingertips over Rylan’s abs, applying the lightest of pressure. He admired the way Rylan would suck his breath in, stretching his torso, making the definition between his trembling muscles stand out.
“Are you ready?” Brett murmured in Rylan’s ear.
Rylan’s only response was a thick swallow and one jerky nod. Brett took Rylan’s cock in one hand, used his other to alternate between Rylan’s nipples, rolling and pinching then he’d rub Rylan’s belly.
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