CB Conwy

by Alphabet Soup [Torquere] (epub)

  Jeff stepped closer, staring CK down with a posture so threatening that CK closed his fists, preparing himself for his first fistfight since he was a kid.

  Andy’s boss wasn’t as tall as CK, but he was a lot wider, and somehow CK thought he knew how to use every pound of his body. CK steeled himself for what was coming.

  Then Jeff suddenly laughed out loud and slapped CK’s shoulder as he stepped back.

  “I like you. A little fucking prissy in my opinion, but hell, every man to his taste. And it seems you’re Andy’s.” Jeff walked over to a stack of leftover pallets and sat down, beckoning CK to follow him. “So, what do you want, man?”

  CK had to make a serious effort to adjust to Jeff’s changing moods, but he managed to unclench his fists and sit down next to the carpenter.

  “I want to know what happened to Bryce.” It had been nagging CK ever since Andy mentioned the abusive asshole for the first time. Andy didn’t seem concerned about meeting the man, and CK wanted to know why.

  “Hell, that’s none of your business, buddy.”

  “I think it is. I picked Andy up after his breakdown; I want to know if we risk running into that guy somewhere.”

  “’We?’ Are you moving him in?” CK began to suspect that Jeff was far from the simple, aggressive guy he pretended to be. In any case, he wasn’t simple.

  “No.” At least they hadn’t talked about that. “But we’re together.”

  “Huh. And now you want to be his knight in shining fucking armor?”

  “Yes.” CK shrugged. No way around admitting that.

  There was a slow, crooked smile spreading on Jeff’s face. “I think I might like you.”

  The idea of that seemed almost as threatening to CK as having Jeff against him. He pulled himself together, though.

  “Good. Then tell me about Bryce.” CK really wanted to know.

  “Don’t ask. Just fucking don’t.”

  CK opened his mouth to protest, and Jeff grabbed his arm, hard.

  “I mean it. You don’t want to know.” Jeff was deadly serious, all of his earlier bravado gone at once, and CK suddenly got a feeling that knowing really wouldn’t be a good idea. He nodded slowly.

  “Okay. But he won’t bother Andy?”

  “No.” Jeff didn’t look away. “He’ll never, ever bother Andy again.”

  Jeff took a deep breath as if shaking something off. “Andy thinks Bryce moved across the country, and I want it to stay that way. Don’t tell him anything.”

  “I don’t know anything.” CK didn’t, not for sure, anyway.

  “I’d do anything for him.” Jeff’s face was serious. “He was such a happy boy when he started working for me, and then that asshole came along and broke him. Bryce deserved everything that happened to him.”

  “He’s not broken. Not anymore.” Andy was strong. CK was determined to help him recover fully, but he was well on the way on his own, and CK was so proud of him for that.

  “He says the same thing. But the boy’s got a bad habit of saying he’s okay when he isn’t.” Jeff shrugged.

  “I know. And of doing all the wrong things to get what he needs. Have you ever played with him?” From what CK had seen so far, he had no problem imagining Jeff as a hardcore Dom.

  “No fucking way. He’s into far tougher shit than me.”

  Well, maybe there really was more to Jeff than the gruff exterior.

  “Apart from that, I had a bad feeling that he was out of his depth. I just didn’t know what the fuck the boy needed. So I did nothing.” Jeff kicked at the gravel with one of his heavy boots.

  “That was probably smarter than you think it is.”

  The big man next to CK wouldn’t look at him. “Yeah? Because I feel like I’m a fucking coward.”

  “Don’t beat yourself up over this. It isn’t easy; I made mistakes, too.” CK still winced inwardly as he remembered the beating he had given Andy at the club. It had been the completely wrong thing to do, and he had still done it in his attempt to help.

  “Yeah? Anything I need to make you pay for in a dark alley somewhere?”

  “I thought you had come to the conclusion that you liked me?”

  “Yeah, that was probably too fucking soon.” Jeff didn’t do anything to get up, though.

  “What I wanted to say is this: he needed someone in his corner, and you gave him that. Thank you.”

  CK had never seen the carpenter uncomfortable, but Jeff seemed ill at ease now. “This is turning into a fucking tear-jerker. Can I go now?”

  CK smiled. “Is it a trade thing that carpenters can’t handle praise?” He stood up and held out his hand. Jeff hesitantly got up and took it, the carpenter’s handshake exactly as crushing as CK had expected it to be.

  CK nodded to the other man and turned to leave. Jeff grabbed his arm, and CK turned back.

  “I’m not a murderer.” Jeff was serious. “I want you to know that.”

  CK looked thoughtfully at him. Then he nodded. “I’ll take your word for it.”

  “You better. One more thing: You’re getting possessive. Only do that if you’re ready to back it up. And don’t coddle him.” Jeff nodded to him.

  “I’m not...” CK’s words were hanging in the empty air as Jeff walked away.

  ***

  CK pulled up in front of Andy’s house, killing the engine and grabbing his bag and jacket before going to knock on the door.

  “Hi, CK!” Andy was smiling at him, reaching out and pulling him inside the house. He leaned in, kissing Andy thoroughly. Jesus, it was good. They had only been apart for a few days because of CK’s business meeting, but it felt like a lot longer. He finally managed to pull back.

  “Good to see you again.” Andy’s eyes were a little unfocused, and CK leaned back in and nipped at his lip.

  “Hey!” Andy blinked, seeming to wake up from his trance.

  “You invited me to dinner -- are you going to let me starve out here on your doorstep?” CK had a feeling that cooking wasn’t one of Andy’s hobbies.

  “You’re well into the house, and you’ll get fed all right -- I only need to put the steaks on the grill.”

  CK grinned; if not cooking meant steaks, then he wasn’t going to complain. After all, his own cooking was somewhat... random. The occurrence of it as well as the results.

  He was going to do one other thing, though. Making sure that Andy saw what he was doing, CK held out his jacket and let go of it, leaving it to lie on the floor in an untidy heap.

  Andy frowned and went to pick it up.

  “No.”

  Andy hesitated, watching him uncomprehendingly.

  “I dare you.” CK couldn’t keep the little smile off his face.

  “You dare me to do what?”

  “To let it be.”

  “But it’s messy!” There was outrage in Andy’s voice.

  “And?”

  “And, but...”

  “I’ll even bet you that you won’t be able to let it be.” CK was openly teasing by now.

  Andy crossed his arms in front of him. “Yeah?” Speaking to the man’s stubborn streak was apparently a good idea, because Andy nodded. “What will I win?”

  CK laughed out loud. “You have to let it be until tomorrow.”

  “Until tomorrow? But why?” It sounded as if CK had asked Andy to run around his house in the rain, naked.

  “So you can win any sexual favor you may desire?” CK wagged his eyebrows suggestively.

  Andy stepped closer, reaching out for CK. “And what makes you think that I can’t get that anyway?”

  With the way Andy kissed him, CK really didn’t have any good answer to that. Luckily, his stomach growled so loudly that Andy pulled back in consternation -- then laughed.

  “It seems we have to feed you before you start chewing on m
y furniture.” Andy turned around, glaring at the jacket on the floor. “Since you’re so determined to mark your territory, you can leave your ugly piece of clothing on my nice floor. But only so I can have you fuck me senseless.”

  CK almost stumbled when he heard Andy’s words, and he could see on his lover’s face that Andy didn’t miss it. Andy did show enough mercy not to comment on it, though, and CK was grateful for that.

  ***

  They had dinner outside, even though it was actually too cold for it. CK had to borrow a jacket from Andy, who grumbled about people leaving their clothes on other people’s floors and then mooching on their victims. But it was almost like summertime, standing side by side at the grill, waiting for the meat to cook. Andy got some potatoes from the oven and a salad from the fridge, and then they sat down to eat.

  CK gaped when he saw how much Andy ate.

  “What?” Andy sounded a little defensive. “I work hard, you know.”

  “Oh, I know. That’s still quite impressive.” Andy probably didn’t eat more than before; CK just hadn’t really paid attention to it before now.

  Andy had made a small mountain of meat and potatoes disappear. He wasn’t exactly emptying the salad bowl, though.

  “You should have some more of this, too.” CK put some more salad on Andy’s plate.

  Andy cocked his head. “You’re taking this whole boyfriend thing very seriously, aren’t you?”

  CK was this close to blushing. They hadn’t really had a chance to talk about that since they had seen each other Saturday. Or perhaps it was just CK who avoided the subject every time Andy tried to bring it up.

  “You should eat your salad. It’s good for you.” CK didn’t quite manage to meet Andy’s eyes.

  “I know. Are you going to be like this?” Andy sounded thoughtful.

  CK was blushing now; there was no way around admitting it. “Yes, I’m afraid so. Is it weird?” He was protective by nature, and Andy really brought it out in him.

  “I think it’s sweet.” Andy leaned over the table and kissed him, making him blink from surprise. “But you should expect me to push back. I’m not a weak little sub outside of the playroom.”

  “You’re definitely not a weak little sub inside it, either.” And CK wasn’t just talking about Andy’s experience as a Dom. “And I got myself a boyfriend, not just a sub, am I right?” God, his cheeks were burning now.

  “You did. You’re really not used to talking about these things, are you? Your face is a little... Well, let’s just say it’s a good thing we’re outside.”

  CK ducked. “I’m... No, I’m not.” He took a deep breath. “I used to work so much, I never had time for, you know...” He shrugged helplessly.

  “Relationships?”

  CK nodded without saying anything, watching the food on his plate intently.

  “You’re younger than you seem, aren’t you?”

  CK looked up in surprise, meeting Andy’s eyes for the first time since they had started talking about this. There was a kind expression in his boyfriend’s eyes.

  “I’m twenty-eight. Why do you ask?”

  Andy laughed, but it wasn’t a mean laugh. “Because you come across as thirty-eight with all of your self-control and authority and carefully thought-out lessons. It’s okay,” Andy reached out to take his hand. CK couldn’t keep the feeling of embarrassment from showing on his face. “Hell, it’s more than okay. I like that you care. Just remember to make space for yourself, too, okay?”

  CK couldn’t help staring.

  “Like your rules that were all for my sake, even though they made you miserable? Or when you had the headache,” Andy continued. “You wanted to go out to dinner anyway, because you had promised me that. It’s okay not to be perfect.”

  CK felt a tension deep inside of him that he hadn’t even been aware of subside. He smiled a little. “This sounds suspiciously like one of my lessons, doesn’t it?”

  Andy grinned. “It does! You must be really good at them. Or perhaps I’m just really good at listening!” He laughed out loud again, and CK couldn’t help leaning over to kiss him again. Andy was so happy these days, so incredibly far from the broken sub CK had met only a few months ago.

  They finished the rest of the dinner, and CK was amazed to see that there were actually more than enough leftovers for Andy to make sandwiches for the following day.

  “I might have to buy something, too.” Andy cast a speculative glance on the small mountain of meat in the plastic container he was about to put into the fridge. He looked up in surprise when CK laughed.

  “It’s just... Never mind. So, do you want to play or just hang out?”

  CK heard Andy’s small intake of breath, and then his boyfriend hastily closed the fridge. “Did you bring anything exciting? I’d love to play.” He sounded eager and a little horny.

  CK smiled. “I have a paddle, really wide, but padded. It gives a lot of feeling, but not too much pain, if you get what I mean.”

  “Well, I’ll have to try it to find out, won’t I?” Andy sent him a flirtatious smile and sauntered into the bedroom.

  CK smiled to himself as he found the paddle and two nice leather cuffs in his bags. With the way Andy had taken to bondage, his boyfriend would love the combination of the cuffs and the paddling. CK felt his pants get a little tighter at the thought.

  When CK entered the bedroom, Andy was standing in his usual position. His head was held high, though, and CK smiled. It looked really good on him.

  They did the safeword ritual, and then CK reached for the cuffs.

  “Hands.”

  Andy obediently reached out both hands, and CK took his time making sure the single cuffs were secured safely. He made the leather snap when he closed them, and Andy was fully hard when he was done.

  “Let’s see. I think I want you across the bed, ass up. Take off your pants only.” It would make Andy feel even more naked.

  Andy cast a surprised glance at CK; then he obeyed.

  “Reach out your hands in front of you, as if you were bound. Yes, like that.” There wasn’t anything to fasten the cuffs to, so they would have to do it like this. It wasn’t bad at all; Andy would have to work to keep himself still.

  Andy crossed his hands over his head as if he were bound and adjusted his position, moving his arms a bit. CK gave him a moment to shuffle around.

  “Okay, that’s enough. Lie still.”

  Andy didn’t quite manage, some tension staying in his body and making his shoulders twitch almost imperceptibly.

  CK noticed, and giving Andy a little more time to adjust, he walked behind his sub. Andy was almost still by now.

  “I’m going to start.” CK put a heavy hand on Andy’s back to keep him grounded.

  “No! Yellow!”

  Andy was up so fast that CK didn’t manage to grab him, and he stumbled a couple of steps back, swaying a bit and breathing heavily.

  “Andy! Are you okay? What happened?” CK kept his movements slow in order to keep from scaring his sub, but he did manage to get close enough to touch Andy, gently letting his hands slide up and down Andy’s sides.

  “Yeah.” Andy sort of shook himself, almost looking surprised. “Yes, actually, I’m fine. It just reminded me of something with Bryce, and I didn’t want that. So I safeworded.”

  “You’re really okay?” CK kept his hands on Andy, rubbing his boyfriend’s shoulders.

  “Fine. Really.” There was a stubborn note to Andy’s voice now.

  “You safeworded.”

  Andy’s eyes met CK’s, insecure “Yeah. Is it okay?”

  “You safeworded.” CK could feel the smile spreading on his face. “It’s amazing.”

  “How... Mnn.”

  CK saw Andy’s eyes open wide in surprise, and then he was too close to see any more when he kissed Andy thoroughly. He
pushed close, feeling Andy’s hands scrabble around until they wound around him tightly. He deepened the kiss, caressing Andy’s neck with one hand and holding the man tightly with his other hand. CK was gasping when he had to pull back for air.

  CK pushed Andy down on the bed, ignoring the squeak as Andy hit the mattress. Then CK got rid of his own clothes. He didn’t even give himself time to enjoy the sight of the naked body in front of him before grabbing the lube and condoms in the drawer and letting himself drop down on top of Andy.

  He might have been less than careful, because he heard the breath whooshing out of his boyfriend. It was nothing that a kiss didn’t cure, though, and Andy moaned out loud when CK finally managed to get the slick out of the tube and slathered it generously on Andy’s ass. He couldn’t stop kissing Andy, and he felt more than heard the man’s excitement when CK pushed a wet finger into Andy’s ass. Andy opened right up around CK’s fingers as always, and CK moaned into their kiss as he hastily added another finger and then another.

  “Ready?” CK was out of breath as he fumbled with the condom.

  “Jesus, yes. Hurry.” Andy only just let him get the condom on, then his boyfriend pulled him down, and he let himself sink deep inside that wonderful, yielding opening.

  Andy cried out, and for a moment, CK was afraid that he had hurt the man. Then Andy impatiently pulled at his ass.

  “Come on!”

  CK wanted to laugh, but then Andy tightened around him, and he groaned and pushed as deep as he could.

  Andy bent his head back, closing his eyes in pleasure.

  CK wanted to take in the sight, but he had to move, had to pull out and push deep again, and then again. There was no rhythm to it, just a burning need that demanded to be sated. His hand was still glistening with lube, and he took a firm hold of Andy’s dick.

  Andy shouted out, eyes wide open now. CK found that place inside Andy, and it made Andy gasp every time CK ground against it. The pleasure was clear on his boyfriend’s face, and CK let himself be swallowed up in it, pushing deeper and faster, the pace getting frantic as the need for release made his back tighten up and his hips slam into Andy as fast as he could. It was clean, animalistic desire, and with a roar, he came deep inside Andy’s body. It was so intense that the world went gray for a moment, and he only distantly registered that Andy gave a hoarse cry as his boyfriend came, too.