When CK was back, lying over Andy’s body, he was still panting for breath. It didn’t keep him from kissing Andy, though, a messy, happy kiss that would have gone on forever if he didn’t have to pull out to get rid of the condom. He bent over the edge of the bed and grabbed his t-shirt, using it to clean up first Andy, then the lube from his own hands.
After taking care of his boyfriend, CK lay back down and snuggled in closely. God, that hard body felt good next to him.
He had only just closed his eyes when Andy started laughing. CK looked up, curious.
“It’s just -- I’m still wearing socks and a t-shirt.” Andy pointed at himself.
CK couldn’t help but giggle; there was something thoroughly un-sexy about a man in nothing but t-shirt and socks. Well, if it hadn’t been Andy, of course.
“Is that your standard reaction when your sub safewords? Because then I might have to do it more often.”
Andy was still smiling, but with a shock, CK realized what he had done. Or rather, not done.
“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Jesus, how could he had been so careless?
“Oh, no, you don’t. I said I was fine, and I don’t lie.”
CK blinked. No, Andy didn’t lie, but still...
“I don’t. Period.”
CK felt chastened at Andy’s tone of voice. Encouraged, too.
“So, why the... enthusiastic reaction?” Andy had a crooked smile on his face. He really didn’t seem traumatized in any way. Very sated, yes; traumatized, no.
CK had to take a deep breath and tell himself that trust went both ways. If Andy said he was okay, then he was. And he did look all right.
“You safeworded.” It seemed so obvious to CK.
“I know. I had expected a long talk afterward. Well, I just did it without thinking, but still.”
“That’s just it. You just did it. Don’t you get what that means?”
Andy was one big question mark. “Not really, no.”
“It means that you trust me. And yourself, too, actually. You trust me to stop and yourself to know when it’s too much, and it means that everything gets better. Safer. And a lot hotter, of course.”
“Safewording is a turn-on for you?” Andy sounded astounded.
“It’s not like that!” CK felt his cheeks burning, and Andy’s grin didn’t make it any better. “Okay, maybe it is. It’s just that... You trust me now.” He got serious. “That’s huge.”
Andy nodded, slowly. “I guess I get that.”
“Do you want to tell me why you safeworded?” Even if CK’s first reaction had been less than what the Leatherman’s Handbook recommended, he still wanted to know.
“It wasn’t that serious, as a matter of fact. It just reminded me of a situation with Bryce, and I didn’t want to relive that, and suddenly, I realized that I didn’t have to. I didn’t have to be close to a breakdown to safeword; it was just an unpleasant situation that I wanted out of. And so I did.” There was still a little disbelief in Andy’s voice.
“Okay.” Andy really didn’t sound traumatized. “Was it anything in particular? I’d like to know so I can work with it.”
There was a twitch around Andy’s lips, but he didn’t say anything about CK’s last remark. Instead, he answered the question. “It was the position. I’ve been over your knee or standing up the other times, and suddenly, I couldn’t see you, and then that hand on my back felt like you were holding me down.”
“And Bryce used to do that to you?”
Andy shrugged, looking uncomfortable for the first time in a while. “Yeah. He often tied me up on my stomach or held me down. He liked the power trip it gave him.” There was anger in Andy’s voice now.
“The annoying thing is that I like that position,” he continued. “There were just too many bad memories coming back to me.”
CK pulled him in close. “Don’t worry, we’ll work with it. Now I know to let you see me or have you over my lap. It probably won’t even happen again, but if it does, you just let me know.”
“I just might if it gets me laid like that.”
CK didn’t know if he was supposed to keep on apologizing or analyze the whole scene step by step. He had almost decided on the last approach when Andy spoke again, completely making him forget his plan.
“I’ve thought about my last scene, by the way.”
CK groaned inwardly; the whole Andy as a Dom experience was another thing he had been supposed to help Andy through. It was just that there didn’t seem to be much that bothered Andy at the moment.
“I’ve thought about it, and I’ve decided that it was okay. I’m not going out to pick up subs, but it was okay to do it, and it was hot. There’s nothing wrong with that.” Andy’s voice was firm.
“Nothing at all. Are you okay with the fact that you’re a switch?” CK was still Dom enough to zoom in on what wasn’t said as well as what was.
Andy shrugged. “I think so. Or rather, I am, because it was hot, but I don’t want to have scenes on my own, and I don’t want you to, either.” He looked slightly shocked after he said that.
“I didn’t plan to.” Just the thought of playing with anyone but Andy seemed deeply wrong to CK. “But let’s make it a deal: no playing around and no scenes with strangers, except when it’s something like last time at the club.”
“Something where we’re both present.” Andy seriously took his hand and shook it. Then CK snorted.
“You really have to either undress or get some briefs on, Mr. Bareass.”
Andy goosed him, and the whole thing developed into a genuine pillow fight. Safewording, sex, and minor violence: all in all, a perfect evening.
***
CK woke up late the next morning. They had spent most of the night making love, and now it was past nine. The bed next to him was empty, which was a shame. Morning blowjobs were one of his favorite things.
He got out of bed, determined to find out where his lover was. CK found Andy in the living room, where Andy was standing, arms crossed, and staring at the jacket on the floor.
Tearing his eyes off the body that looked like a Greek statue, CK walked over to Andy.
“Counting down the seconds until I take it away?”
Andy turned his head to take a kiss. “No, actually. I’m making my peace with it.”
CK must have looked puzzled.
“You see, yesterday, I took it as a challenge at first. I wanted to show you that I could leave it here. It still bothered me so much, though, that I had to think of it as a part of submitting to you. You know, doing it because you told me to do it.”
“Jesus, were you thinking of all that while we had dinner?”
“Hey, neuroses take a lot of work to uphold.” Andy didn’t bat an eyelid. “But then I came out here this morning, and I realized that that jacket has nothing to do with me. If you like having it there, then peace be with it; I don’t have to control it. I don’t have to hold everything together.” Andy smiled, eyebrows lifted. “And so, Mr. CK, it seems that your work has borne fruit.”
CK leaned in, kissing Andy soundly.
“Have I been that good?” Andy teased.
It was all very well to loosen up a sub; being teased wasn’t a part of the deal. CK leaned in to kiss Andy again to prove that point, but Andy just pushed him back again, laughing.
“No, no, no, answer my questions, Mr... Wait. What is your name, actually?” Andy frowned.
CK groaned, both inwardly and out loud. “I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you.”
“No, really, it can’t be that bad.”
“Let’s just say that there was a reason why I left Chicago.”
Andy looked flabbergasted. “No way. That can’t have been the reason? Because people learned your real name?”
CK just nodded. Someone had found out, and then there wa
s the offer of a promotion. No need to stay after that. He leaned in again, trying to kiss Andy. In vain.
“Really?”
CK sighed. “Really. It’s either execution or emigration if you find out. The first one yours, the second one mine. Listen, haven’t you just won a bet?”
The glint in Andy’s eyes told CK that he hadn’t heard the last of this. Andy took a firm grip of CK’s arm, though, pulling him into the bedroom.
Then he had his wicked way with CK. At least Andy had his priorities right.
10
Andy could hear CK whistling as he came to answer the door. He was all smiles when he opened it, and Andy couldn’t help smiling, too. Seeing CK had that effect on Andy lately.
“You’re very cheerful, aren’t you”? Andy stepped into CK’s apartment. He felt the butterflies in his stomach. It was a little silly, really, but Saturday still felt like scene day, even though they saw each other almost every day now. And scenes meant exciting things, even with the really rough scenes behind them.
He was completely distracted from anything but his excitement when CK pushed him up against the wall and kissed him. As thoughtful as CK was, Andy really liked it when his Dom got a little forceful.
Okay, who was Andy kidding? CK was fucking hot when he got all rough. Andy was all for the talky-feely part of CK, but this was just plain fun.
CK pulled back, grinning when he saw how fast Andy was breathing. Jesus, Andy was hard, enough that the pants bit into certain parts. Andy squirmed.
“Hard to stand still?” CK laughed at his own joke. Someone was really having a good time. Of course, CK’s pants seemed to have more room for being happy about seeing his boyfriend.
Andy rolled his eyes and tried to act exasperated. He didn’t even come close to pulling it off. Instead, he took a firm grip on his pants and tried to make more room for himself.
“Mmm...” CK was staring at him as if he were something edible, and Andy felt his cheeks redden.
“So, what are your plans for today?” Apart from actually wanting to know what they were going to do, the question had the added bonus of getting CK’s attention off Andy’s body.
“Oh, you’re going to hate it.” CK sounded so cheerful that Andy was sure he had misheard the man.
“What?”
“You won’t like it one bit. I will, though.” CK started walking toward the playroom, and Andy followed out of habit.
He took the two steps up into the quiet, white room, automatically letting his eyes stray to the padded table. Andy had never done so much hard work as during the times when CK had tied him up there.
“Yep, you’re going onto the table again. Undress, please.”
Andy blinked. CK’s joy combined with what he was asking of Andy was surreal. “I’m... Do I really have to?”
It had been such fucking hard work the other times, and he had come totally unprepared for something like that today. He kind of thought they had moved somewhere different in their relationship by now, but perhaps he was wrong.
CK got a little more serious. “Yes. And don’t worry, it’s not going to be anything like the other times I tied you down here. Get to it, boy.” He smacked Andy’s butt lightly, and hesitantly, Andy undressed.
They did the safeword ritual, and CK kept being uncannily cheerful while he tied Andy down. The cuffs felt really good, and CK smiled when he saw Andy’s cock twitching as the leather snapped shut.
“Are you comfortable? How does the table feel?”
CK had taken his shirt off as usual, his toned upper body towering over Andy. It looked really hot, and Andy felt even more naked before him. In a good way, though, and he had to concentrate to answer.
“It’s soft, really comfortable. I can smell the leather. It’s good.” It made him hard.
“You look good, too.” CK’s eyes appreciatively wandered over his body, and Andy had to look away in embarrassment. He hated it when CK did that. If he wasn’t too deep in the scene to care, it made him cringe.
“Yes, that’s just it, isn’t it?”
Andy met CK’s eyes again. Andy didn’t have a clue what he meant. Because CK couldn’t read minds, he just couldn’t.
CK smiled. “You just hate getting a compliment, don’t you? So, today’s lesson is telling you over and over again that you’re fucking gorgeous.”
“Oh, Jesus, no.” He was never going to survive this.
CK laughed. “Oh, Jesus, yes. And I’ll keep on going until you get it.”
“I knew it was going to be bad when you curs... Oh.” Andy was distracted when CK let a hand slide up his inner thigh. Mmm, that was good. He cast a glance at CK when he heard a soft laugh.
CK was watching him while caressing his thigh, eyes shining. His Dom looked so good that Andy almost forgot what CK intended to do.
“You have no idea how hot you look like this.”
Andy groaned and turned his head away. CK just laughed at him.
“You’re so fucking strong, and still, you’re tied down because I want you to be tied down.” CK’s hands slid up his arm to where the cuff held him down tight. “I really like the way these look on you.” CK bent down and placed a soft kiss just next to the cuff, making Andy shiver.
“Oh, yes. And I like the way you react to me. When I do this,” CK let his fingers slowly glide up Andy’s arm, finding the sensitive skin just before the armpit, “I can see it in your eyes, and I can feel it here.” CK’s other hand touched Andy’s stomach.
Andy was breathing fast now. CK’s hands felt so good, and the man’s touches almost made his words bearable. Almost.
“You’re so hot like this. God, you look good.”
Jesus. He couldn’t do this. For the first time ever, Andy considered using his safeword even though he didn’t really need it. He wasn’t panicking or anything, just...
“My favorite part of you is your shoulders, right here where they turn into your chest...”
CK’s hands followed his words, and the touch was the only thing keeping Andy from really freaking out. He pleadingly stared at CK, unable to speak.
“This is really hard for you, isn’t it?” CK seemed surprised, more serious than before.
Andy only nodded. He could hardly look at CK.
“That’s okay. But I’m not going to stop.”
Andy groaned out loud. Then CK’s lips were on his, and he clung to them, seeking comfort in the familiarity of being kissed by CK.
“I’m not going to let you fall, okay?” CK had pulled back a little, voice low as he stroked Andy’s hair.
Andy managed to nod, taking a deep breath.
“I’m still going to enjoy every inch of you.”
Andy didn’t even know himself if his moan was from exasperation or from the feeling of CK’s lips just under his jaw.
“I like your neck,” the lips caressed him a little lower, “and your ears,” the next kiss was just in front of his right ear, “and the way you move when I do this,” and Andy closed his eyes and moaned as CK found that spot just under his ear. He was straining in his bonds by now, the feeling as CK sucked up a mark there encompassing him fully.
“Yeah, I like that,” CK’s voice wasn’t quite steady as he lifted his head, and Andy looked up at him again, “but not as much as this,” and then he had his mouth around Andy’s nipple. Andy arched, crying out with the pleasure of it.
CK let go way too soon, and Andy cried out again, in disappointment this time.
“Shh, you’re okay. You’re so hot like this, tied down and excited for me.”
Andy writhed, but it was to get more; he didn’t care what CK said anymore. CK just smiled and kissed his stomach.
“Your muscles here are amazing.” So were CK’s lips, slowly, way too slowly, wandering down Andy’s stomach. He was tight as a bowstring now, holding his breath in antici
pation as CK licked the skin low on his stomach, right next to where his dick felt as if it was about to explode.
“Do you see how much I like the way you look?” CK pulled back, but Andy’s disappointment was brief, given the way CK slowly lowered his zipper. The Dom reached in and pulled out his rock-hard cock, moisture clear in the slit.
CK moaned as he touched himself for the first time. “You make me so hard.”
Before Andy had registered what was happening, CK was straddling him on the table.
“Oh, yes.” CK pulled out his balls, too, gently caressing them and moaning quietly with it. Andy was mesmerized with the way CK looked, eyes closed and chest heaving with his heavy breathing. Then he opened his eyes again and smiled down at Andy.
“Do you see me?”
Andy nodded frantically. God, yes, he saw CK.
“All this because you look so good.” CK bent down and kissed him, saving him from answering. “All this because you make me so excited. You see it now?”
“Yes.” Andy saw the lust on CK’s face, the way his eyes shone when he watched Andy, the way his heavy breathing made those big muscles move in his chest and stomach.
He saw it.
“Good.” There was a wealth of satisfaction in CK’s voice, and then Andy shouted out as his Dom grabbed his cock, too, rubbing it together with CK’s.
“So good. Jesus, so good.” Andy moaned, the feeling of CK’s hands around them too good to keep in. His sounds mixed with CK’s groan, CK starting to stroke them together.
“Please!” Andy didn’t know what he was asking for, if he wanted it to go on or if he wanted to come right now.
CK bent down, never taking his hands off their cocks as he kissed Andy, his lips and tongue and hands the only thing in Andy’s universe. Andy strained against the bindings, the feeling of being tied down and taken care of so good.
Then he didn’t think anymore, caught between CK’s lips and CK’s hands, and he let himself fall, shouting out into CK’s mouth as he came. The pleasure went on and on as CK pulled his come out of him until CK roared in release, too, their come mixing on Andy’s stomach.
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