33 Degrees of Separation (Legacy)

by Rain Carrington

“I want to make a commitment to you, Ian. Me, I’m making it to you, and it’s up to you if you want to make one to me. I’m not pushing for that, but I need to show you my intentions, tell you that I am in this for a long time. I’m not proposing, Ian, I think it’s a little soon for that, but this is a gift, that if you accept it, is more like a promise from me that one day, when we are both ready, I do want to ask you to be mine forever.”

  Ian watched him, seeing how hard that was to get out, and how scared he was that Ian wouldn’t accept it. Without a word, mostly because he had a lump in his throat, Ian opened the box to see a beautiful silver ring, inlaid with square tiger’s eye pieces along the front.

  “It’s not a diamond, like you deserve, but-”

  “Shush. Jesus, Pat, I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life.”

  “Ian, it’s not. I saw it, though, and it called to me. I needed to do this.”

  He plucked the ring from the box and set it on the ring finger of his left hand and held that hand up to admire it. “Yeah, the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

  “You put it on. Does that mean…?”

  Ian turned to him, smiling at his nervousness, and said, “I accept it, and I make my own promise. I’ll love you forever, Pat, I already know that. You’re it for me.”

  “Damn, baby. I didn’t know I could feel so happy in the middle of all this horror.”

  “No, Pat, don’t. Don’t talk about that right now. Tonight is to forget all that for a little while. We both…we both need it.”

  Pat kissed him, then his hand began to wander, moving over Ian’s back, dipping over his lower back and grazing his ass. When Ian felt Pat’s fingers starting to explore, he sucked in a breath, then whispered, “Make love with me.”

  “Planning on it. All night, if we both hold out.”

  Ian devoured his mouth, holding onto him like he’d fly away if he didn’t have a good hold. Pat lifted them both from the tub and carried Ian, the two of them dripping all over the floor, to the bedroom. When he lay Ian on the bed, he didn’t apologize for the duvet getting wet, like Ian expected. He was fully ready to chide him for the apology, but looking in Pat’s steel eyes, he saw there was only one thing on Pat’s mind.

  “I, uh, there are some scarves here, in case you wanted to use them.”

  Pat’s grin was loving, but the look in his eye was pure wickedness. “I saw them. I have plans.”

  It was his turn to groan. “You do?”

  His own voice was foreign to him, it was gritty and hoarse.

  Pat moved over him and kissed him, then trailed more down his neck and chest. “You’re officially mine now that you took my ring. My baby, my man, my beautiful submissive…”

  Ian moved onto his elbows and grinned, holding the ring out so he could see it. “It’s, well, like a little collar I can wear with a tux.”

  “Yeah. Pretty much,” he laughed. “Move up high on the bed. I’m going to need some room.”

  After doing that, Ian felt himself shaking, but he wasn’t scared. On the contrary, he was crazy with anticipation. “Pat…”

  “What, baby?”

  He had no idea of what he wanted to say. He watched Pat waiting for him to finish the question, but he couldn’t. There was no question or statement, only the overwhelming way he felt, and it couldn’t be contained, so he spoke, but it couldn’t be expressed, so he silenced.

  “I just…”

  “Yeah. I know. Me too.”

  Soon, Ian’s wrists were each wrapped in a scarf, not tight, but enough to let Ian know that he was completely possessed by the man binding him. The silk of the scarves against his flesh was perfectly tuned with the silky kissing he was getting over his chest.

  The way Pat took his nipple between his teeth, a gentle flick of his tongue there, one hand caressing Ian’s thigh while the other held the bound arms above his head.

  His skin had dried from the bath but was covered in a sheen of sweat. Pat’s mouth was in his armpit, kissing there, and Ian became uncomfortable with it, feeling his own perspiration. “Pat…you don’t have to.”

  “Shut the fuck up, my love. I want to.”

  For some odd reason, that made Ian so hot, he felt a gush of precum suddenly leak from his cock. Panting, he said, “Pat…I…fuck…I…”

  Pat kissed his mouth, lingering there, whispering on his lips, “I love all of you.”

  And he proceeded to show Ian exactly what he meant by that, starting with his mouth.

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Pat looked down on him, taking in every naked inch of his baby. Ian watched him through heavily lidded eyes, panting, saliva leaking from the corner of his mouth, so he had to swipe at it with his tongue.

  Everything he did was beautiful and sexy. Pat knew he was in love, and that made him biased as hell, but he knew there wasn’t a better man in the world than his Ian.

  The taste of him alone was perfect. His skin was fresh and fragrant from the bath, but under that was a sweet, saltiness that made him ravenous to devour him. Like the sea air, that’s what Ian’s skin reminded him of, rolling waves and cool breezes on a spring day.

  When Pat licked a line in the center of his stomach, the muscles there jumped, and it was amazing how Ian’s whimpers matched that movement. Licking the precum from the crown of his cock was better than all the ice cream cones he’d treasured as a child. He tasted, smelled and felt like everything good Pat had every experienced rolling into one beautiful man.

  He grabbed another of the silk scarves and carefully placed it over Ian’s eyes as a blindfold. “Just feel and taste and smell tonight, baby. I want your other senses alive, and you won’t stop staring at my dick.”

  “I’m not just staring at your dick, Pat. I’m staring at all of you. I can’t help it if my eyes linger there a little each time I pass.”

  He was funny too. “Yeah, hence the blindfold.”

  Pat took Ian’s bound hands into his and started there, sucking each finger and both thumbs. Ian was grinding his hips in the air so much that Pat had to set a hand on them, stopping his movement.

  Up both arms and back to his pits, which he spent enough time on that Ian stopped wriggling with discomfort and started to enjoy the feeling.

  His chest and stomach were tasted again, a few bites and nipples making Ian squeak adorably. Ian giggled wildly when Pat concentrated on his sides, running his tongue over his ribcage. He was ticklish, and Pat smiled as he thought of the possibilities.

  Skipping over his genitals for the moment, Pat went from Ian’s feet on up each leg, biting at the tender flesh of his inner thighs.

  “Pat! I can’t! This is killing me!”

  “Shhh, baby, I’m only getting started.”

  “I’m going to shoot a load, I swear.”

  “Go ahead. That’s not going to stop me.”

  The noise Ian made then was halfway between a groan and laugh. “You’re awful.”

  As he sat up, he asked, “Do I need to make this last scarf a damn gag?”

  “No, sir.”

  “Good boy. Now shut the fuck up. Brat.”

  He got more giggles from Ian and that made him want to giggle. Slugging off the stress was exactly what they needed. Pat had never felt younger or better in his life than kissing, licking and nibbling on Ian’s perfect flesh.

  When a thought came to him, he started to chuckle, and he pulled back, looking Ian over with a fresh eye. “Damn it, how didn’t I see it before?”

  “What?”

  Pat moved off to the side from where he’d been, between Ian’s legs and told his story.

  “When I was a kid, about fourteen, my dad had me watch this movie from around the time I was born, so you know, old. Anyway, I saw the guy of my young, very wet dreams while watching that movie.”

  He was turning Ian over when Ian asked, “What movie? Who was it?”

  “The movie was Road House and the guy was Patrick Swayze.”

  “I’ve seen him. Dirty Dancing, r
ight?”

  “Yeah, also a good movie, but in Road House, there was just something about him, besides the fact he was bare-chested and half naked throughout the thing. He was mellow, but tough, and romantic, and all these things. I’d never drooled over a guy like I did him in that movie. Looking at you tonight, baby, I never really thought of it before, but you look very much like him, and you, like him in that movie, have all the qualities that I loved him for in it.”

  Turning his head to the side where Pat sat, he purred, “That is probably the best compliment of my life.”

  “Good. Now I’m challenged to top it.”

  Giving his backside the same treatment of his front, Pat tasted his boy. Smiling as he licked over every ridge and muscle, he thought of Patrick Swayze in Road House, how he’d fantasized about doing that same thing to him, tasting over Dalton in the movie. Ian was making his dreams come true in so many ways.

  When he was ready, he moved between Ian’s legs again, spreading his cheeks apart. His sweet hole, puckering as the air hit it, his cheeks clenching, and all of made Pat very hungry.

  He started with one lick. One swipe of his tongue over Ian’s hole, making Ian writhe under him. “Stay still, baby.”

  “Can’t! Are you kidding me?”

  “Jesus, have you never been rimmed before?”

  Ian stopped completely, telling Pat that no, he hadn’t, but he tried to shy away from the question. “I thought we didn’t talk about our past lovers.”

  Pat placed a gentle kiss right on his hole and growled, “Okay, Ian, no talking about it.”

  Then, he dug in, open-mouthed kissing the hole, slipping his tongue in deep, making Ian scream into his pillow. Pat, knowing Ian had never had a man eat his ass, it drove him to give Ian the ride of his life. Tongue fucking him, sliding his thumbs in, a finger gliding right through the spit to press on his prostate, then more kissing, making out with his lover’s sweet, gorgeous and tight asshole.

  Every noise Ian made was higher-pitched and longer than the last, his panting loud and movements small but intense. He was shaking, grinding his hips into the duvet, the bed moving from him. Pat smiled as he ate, then got an idea. What was dinner without something to drink with it.

  He gave Ian a nice slap on the ass and told him to stay still and wait for him.

  “Where do you figure I’d go?”

  He hurried to the bathroom to fetch the champagne, glad to see have the magnum was still there. He got back on the bed and warned, “I’m about to stain your duvet, but I’m pretty sure you’ve already done that.”

  “Yeah, it’s ruined, and I don’t care a bit.”

  Pat laughed at that while he slid back between Ian’s legs, setting the lip of the bottle right over the sweet hole that was red from his energetic rimming already. Pouring some there, Ian jumped, yelling, “Cold!”

  “Shhh.”

  Slurping the champagne, he moved his thumb inside, opening Ian a little, then he poured more champagne there. Ian’s head came off the pillow and he wailed with that. “Fuck! Fuck, that’s bubbling in my ass!”

  “Sure hope your room is soundproof.”

  The wail trailed off and he started to laugh. “It is. Thankfully.”

  The champagne was perfectly matched with Ian, enhancing the sweetness of his skin, like it did to strawberries. Ian’s romantic night, his own, they’d come together like a dream, and Pat kept at his ass for another half an hour, making Ian crazy, and if he wasn’t mistaken, making him come twice.

  Sure enough, when Pat turned him over, there was a large spread of cum on the duvet and glistening on Ian’s body. “Having fun?”

  “I’m one big jar of jelly.”

  “I love jelly.”

  Pat readied himself and untied Ian, moving inside him slowly. “Wrap around me baby. I want you close.”

  Ian smiled wistfully, his arms wrapping around Pat’s neck, legs wrapping his waste. “Can’t I see now?”

  “In a minute, shhh.”

  He started excruciatingly slow, moving inside of Ian’s tightness, kissing him while he moved his hips. Ian was like a baby bird, mouth open, ready for Pat’s tongue, his lips, and Pat didn’t disappoint him, kissing him, loving him, sucking in his bottom lip.

  When he was seated all the way inside of Ian, he took the scarf off his eyes and looked there, seeing how wet they were, how wide as he stared back. “I like this view. You on top of me.”

  “I like it too, you under me.”

  Ian moved his hips, whispering, “Feels so good, Pat. You feel so good in me, I can’t even express it.”

  “You express it, baby. Your eyes, your smile, panting, sweating, wriggling.”

  Ian nodded, sucking Pat’s neck. Once he started to move, he groaned with how amazing it felt, fucking into Ian’s ass, but taking his time, savoring each second. Too soon the world would claw at them again, taking their attention and their comfort, but right then, it was all about his Ian and him. There was no one else in the world, no Grail, no threat of the culling.

  Ian held onto him tightly, his nails scratching at his back, teeth doing the same over his chest. The scent of him, rising between him as Ian continued to leak precum, it spurred Pat to move a little faster, fuck him a little deeper.

  When Pat was revving up, ready to come, Ian pled, “Let me ride you. I want to make you feel good too.”

  “Don’t you know how good you always make me feel?”

  Pat’s hips stopped their movement, and he watched Ian nodding. “Yeah, I think I do.”

  Pat turned them while not letting his cock fall from his boy and soon, Ian was straddling him, hands on his chest for balance and Ian started to dance.

  His movements were erotic as hell, rolling his hips, grinding, licking his lips as he stared wickedly down on Pat. He was clenched nicely, but didn’t simply rely on that, moving back and forth, side to side, but barely rising at all, keeping Pat deep inside him.

  Being wrapped in tight heat, having that beautiful man staring down at him, his nails scarping down his chest, it was pulling him to come, like he was attached to a train with no brakes. Ian wanted it, milking him the way he was, and as much as Pat liked having control over his own body, he wanted to let Ian win the round.

  He gripped tight to Ian’s hips and moved them up, choking on the groan that had been coming as his orgasm hit. His eyes rolled back, and the climax swept him, rolling over and over through his entire being.

  He felt it, barely, through the cloud of his own release, Ian’s hand jacking his cock, and shooting a thin line of cum over Pat’s stomach. Pat was surprised he had anything left to ejaculate, being he’d come already.

  “Ian, stop moving,” he begged, getting laughter from his lover.

  Those hips kept grinding, so Pat threw him off his dick and rolled over him, holding him down while he joined in Ian’s joy. “Fucker.”

  “I want to drive you crazy. I always want to drive you crazy.”

  “I don’t think you’ll ever stop.”

  Pat kissed him deeply, then got off the bed, pulling Ian with him. “Take that Duvet off, and let’s hit that shower of yours.”

  “I’m so sticky,” he complained, brushing over his pubic hair. “I haven’t come like that in…shit, ever?”

  Pat led him to the shower after they stripped the duvet from the bed, and once in the shower, Ian hit the button, and the perfect temperature of water came shooting from each showerhead all around them.

  “There is something to this rich stuff, huh?”

  “The shower alone,” Ian agreed. “If we end up poor, I’ll save for five years to get another one of these, I swear.”

  “We’re never going to be poor, Ian. You know, I don’t have millions, but I have money saved. I have great credit, so we can always buy our home, live together there while you restore it to its former beauty.”

  Ian slung his arms around Pat’s neck, grinning. “I love that you are so on board with me restoring our house in the future.”

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sp; “Why wouldn’t I be? I think it’s amazing. That you want to take something and make it beautiful again, instead of tearing it down and building something else in its place. I love that about you, Ian.”

  Pat watched his face change, and he felt it as well, how the space in the shower closed in and the ills of the world poured in faster than the water.

  He washed Ian, then himself and led him back to the bed, covering them both with the sheet as he held Ian in his arms, trying to push the inevitable away, but it didn’t work.

  “I’m nervous.”

  “Of course, you are, baby. I am, and I’m sure your father is, and everyone in on this insane fucking plan.”

  “It is insane. It’s going to work though.”

  Pat watched him and there was no doubt in those beautiful eyes. “You sound sure about that.”

  “I am. I have a feeling, and I don’t get them often. Not about important things. The last one I got was about you. When you first walked into the cabin, that day we met. I…knew something was going to happen between us. Not sex or anything, it wasn’t that that was my initial thought. I knew you’d help me, though. I knew I could trust you.”

  “Well, if you know this is going to work, Ian, then I know it too. I trust you, so your feelings must be trusted too.”

  The emotions overcame them both, and they held onto one another, kissing, moving their hands over the other’s body, soon making love again, slow, easily. Ian grabbed one of the scarves and hug it around Pat’s neck, pulling him in with it and kissing him deeply as Pat rolled his hips, surrounding his cock in Ian’s tightness.

  Ian’s long legs were spread and bent, Pat taking every opportunity to kiss the insides of his legs, his knees, kissing his palms, loving him all over. Like the first time that night, nothing else could penetrate their world. While they made love, the billions of other people, the trees, the sun and moon, none of it existed.

  Ian fell asleep on his chest, neither having the energy to clean up again. Pat didn’t sleep for a long time, content with holding Ian, listening to him breathing, feeling the drool from the corner of his mouth as it dripped onto his pec, making him smile.

  Vows came to him as he felt Ian so close to him. Vows that outweighed any that a marriage could promise. He knew, if he had to, that he’d die for Ian. He’d live for him. His world was Ian, and he’d live his life knowing that he had found the man he was meant to be with.