by Dare, Kim
Jamie didn’t see Darren’s expression, his eyes were already lowered, his attention back on his task. Darren placed the glass back on the bedside cabinet once more. This time, while his hand was there, he took the opportunity to snag a tube of lube, too.
Rearranging his pillows, Darren made himself perfectly comfortable as he gazed down at the top of Jamie’s head. The other man lapped gently at the tip of his cock, licking away the bead of pre-cum that had formed there, before pressing a chaste little kiss against the glans.
Lapping his way down the shaft, Jamie soon turned his attention to Darren’s balls. Gentle kisses caressed his sac, teasing the dark hairs that coated them. Jamie’s tongue snuck out again, and laved his testicles. If Jamie’s murmurs were to be believed, the submissive was in seventh heaven. He worked away without pause, as if he really believed it was the ultimate privilege to be allowed to worship his master’s balls first thing in the morning.
Rolling onto his back, Darren spread his legs wide, inviting his lover to move into a more comfortable position between them.
Clumsy in his bondage, Jamie scrambled forward to kneel between Darren’s thighs. Now that he had room to dip his head properly and achieve the perfect angle to suck each testicle into his mouth in turn, he made the most of it. Darren stroked his lover’s hair in gentle praise as the minutes ticked by and Jamie’s head remained bent over his crotch, his mouth working diligently away to please his master.
As slow and delicate as Jamie’s attentions were, as the minutes ticked past, Darren had to call a halt to the teasing. A tug on Jamie’s collar quickly brought the submissive’s head a few inches higher. Darren’s cock slid easily into the other man’s mouth. For a few minutes, Darren was simply content to watch his shaft disappear passed the thin pink line of the submissive’s well-stretched lips.
Jamie frowned in confusion when Darren reached forward and tugged at his bound arm, pulling him around to kneel to one side of Darren rather than between his legs, but he didn’t try to fight the idea. He squirmed around until Darren patted him on the head to indicate he was happy with his new position. Jamie quickly took Darren back between his lips.
He had a talented mouth, and Darren had the distinct impression that he was bringing out his A game in order to impress—as if he didn’t know that his lover was already as impressed with him as any man could possibly be!
While Jamie’s mind was obviously focused on Darren’s cock, Darren made an effort to pull his own brain back above his waist for a few moments. The submissive didn’t look up as Darren slicked his own fingers with lube.
Jamie’s buttocks were lifted high in the air as he tried to balance himself with his head over Darren’s cock, without the use of his hands. The effects of the spanking were still visible on the firm globes as Darren slid his fingers between them.
A high pitched squeal surrounded Darren’s cock with amazing vibrations as the tips of his fingers brushed against the other man’s hole. Darren stroked Jamie’s jaw with his other hand, prompting the submissive to glance up at him out of the corner of his eye. But Jamie’s eyes soon dropped closed, as Darren slid first one, then two, fingers inside him.
Slowly, Darren set up a rhythm. Jamie was quick to follow his lead. His mouth moved over Darren’s cock in a perfect replica of the way Darren screwed Jamie’s arse with his fingers.
Each deep thrust into Jamie’s hole prompted the submissive to take Darren’s cock further into his mouth. Darren had no idea if Jamie realized exactly how his new dominant was controlling the way he went down on him, but the expression of authority over his lover’s actions rushed to Darren’s cock regardless.
“Perfect,” he whispered. Darren wasn’t even sure he’d said the word out loud until Jamie’s eyelids flickered up, and he once more peered at Darren from the corner of his eye. There was such desperation in his gaze, such hope, as if he needed so badly to hear that sort of praise.
Darren frowned slightly as his lover’s uncertainty cut through all the pleasure in his world. Jamie was his, and Darren was damned if he’d let him be unsure of anything. No, from now on, Jamie’s life was going to be all about certainty. Darren would see to that. It would be all sure and definitive knowledge of his place in the world—at his master’s side, kneeling at his master’s feet, leaning over his crotch with his mouth doing wonderful things to his master’s cock…
For a moment, Darren’s pleasure overrode his ability to think. He forced his fingers as deep as he could into Jamie’s arse, until the rest of his hand pressed hard against the skin around his hole. Jamie’s mouth sunk deeper around him in response, until Darren felt the tip of his cock slide into the submissive’s throat.
Darren’s head dropped back as his spine arched, pushing his torso up from the mattress. Buried as far as he could possibly get into Jamie’s body at both ends, he came, hard and fast, catching them both off guard.
A shocked little noise caressed Darren’s cock as he spilled across his lover’s tongue. Pure ecstasy shot through Darren. Every muscle in his body tensed, as if electrical impulses were racing through his physique, crackling over nerve endings as they went. His mind spun. Thoughts rushed by too quickly for him to catch.
His fingers began to move inside Jamie without needing any instruction from Darren’s conscious mind. The submissive’s lips and tongue moved in response, sucking around his cock, milking him dry of every drop.
Jamie only stilled when Darren’s fingers finally fell motionless inside him. For several long minutes, Darren stared blindly at the ceiling. He didn’t take his fingers away. He still held Jamie pinned between the penetration from his cock and his fingers.
A tiny twitch from the digits, prompted Jamie to lap at his softening shaft. Darren smiled up at the ceiling, wondering how the world could ever get more perfect.
Finally, Darren summoned up the will to break the moment and move. Catching hold of Jamie’s collar, Darren tugged the submissive away from his cock, but he kept his fingers where they were as he rearranged his lover on the bed.
A frown passed across Jamie’s brow as Darren moved him into what Jamie had to assume would be a more convenient position for the next part of the dominant’s plans for them that day.
Any control Jamie might have had over the situation had ended the moment Darren woke up. Jamie knew that. He loved it, too. But in those seconds as the fingers that had settled snugly in his arse casually guided him to move around the hotel bed, it suddenly occurred to Jamie that it was damn near impossible for any submissive to be as important to a dominant, as the dominant was to that submissive.
Any man who could follow the directions of a natural leader would do. It was Darren’s brain that was the important part of the equation, any submissive’s body could fill whatever other insignificant little sections of it were left over.
Jamie closed his eyes as Darren stopped encouraging him to move around the mattress and finally let him rest on his back in the center of the bed for a few seconds, his arms still cuffed awkwardly behind his back.
Darren’s fingers remained inside him, lingering there as if Darren wanted to make it quite clear that he had the right to stretch him wide open whenever the hell he wanted, and that there was only one man who would decide when any sort of penetration ended.
Jamie wasn’t sure what he expected to happen next. The fear that fact should have sent racing through his mind was conspicuously absent. It was then that Jamie realized that a large part of him had simply given up trying to predict anything. Whatever Darren wanted to happen, would happen. There was a beautiful simplicity about the world when he had little choice but to live in the moment.
A hot wet mouth unexpectedly engulfing Jamie’s cock was also a very glorious thing. Jamie jerked into a half sitting position. He’d never guessed that…
To hell with it—thoughts and getting a surprise blow job from Darren were in no way compatible. It was a waste of brain cells for Jamie to try to think clearly about anything while he could be using th
em to better process the way his lover’s tongue swirled around the tip of his cock, or the rapid realization that Darren’s digits had started moving inside him again.
As Darren’s tongue caressed Jamie’s cock, two of his fingers pressed against his prostate. There was no way to ride out the cascade of pleasure that rained down around him. No amount of brain cells could cope with that onslaught.
Jamie was pretty sure the guys in the neighboring rooms were going to really hate him for screaming that loudly at such an early hour in the morning. He’d apologize if he bumped into them in the hallway later, Jamie decided, but he couldn’t have kept his pleasure a secret if his life had depended on it. His dominant deserved to hear just how grateful he was for being allowed to come a second time that weekend.
The world faded out, the edges of it turning black, then rainbow colored as the last of Jamie’s bliss drained away and his lover finally separated their bodies.
His arse was sore from the pounding it had taken from Darren’s fingers. His mouth ached from the extended worship session he’d given Darren’s cock and balls. His shoulders protested the unforgiving treatment of the cuffs. And Jamie had never felt better.
Forget beach views or the glimpse they’d caught of a dozen leather clad men getting it on as they walked back to their room. Jamie smiled up at the ceiling as if the plain white surface were the prettiest thing he’d ever seen in his life. Even when he regained enough sense to realize his arms were still trapped behind him and he was starting to get pins and needles in his fingers, the goofy expression was impossible to repress.
The smile only actually faded when he was freed. As much as he’d longed to move his shoulders, the loss of the bondage from his wrists felt like a punch in the stomach. When Darren disappeared into the en-suite leaving Jamie alone in the middle of the bed, he’d never felt more lost in his life. The ecstasy was gone, the afterglow had already faded away. All that was left behind was an empty shell.
Sitting up, Jamie rolled his shoulders to work a little of the stiffness out of his joints. There were wipes on the bedside table. He automatically used a few to clean himself up and wipe the worst of the cum stains from his skin. As he worked, his brain whirled with far too many thoughts to process.
In the bathroom, the shower started up. Hand on the door handle leading into the en-suite, Jamie hesitated, unsure what sort of welcome he’d receive if he tried to join his friend there.
Was that the kind of thing a submissive was allowed to do? Did he get to act like he would with a friend or with a different sort of lover? Darren probably couldn’t be expected to have any use for him until he wanted to get laid again. Maybe he was supposed to stay the hell out of his way until then? Jamie folded his arms across his chest as a sudden shiver wound its way down his spine.
The sunlight pouring in from the patio doors looking out onto the veranda promised to warm his skin, even if Jamie was sure they’d be powerless to kill off the chill seeping into his soul right then. He stepped out onto the balcony and stared blindly out over the seascape before him. There were guys on the beach already, lying on loungers, working on their tan. Row after row of bare backsides filled the scene. There would be no tan lines gained at that resort.
Jamie couldn’t even raise a smile at the thought. His hand went to his collar. He wanted a tan line that ran all the way around his neck. He wanted it to look just like one of those lines that grew under a wedding ring that hadn’t been taken off for years, the kind of line that meant someone was still marked as belonging to another person, even when all the surface decoration was taken away.
God, but he was stupid. Jamie closed his eyes very tightly. What kind of idiot fell for his weekend fling? What kind of man was so stupid he forgot that the guy he was with only wanted a convenient bondage bunny to share his free holiday with?
“What are you thinking about?”
Jamie tensed. Instinct demanded that he spin around and glare at whoever snuck up on him, but Jamie fought against the desire to do any such thing. He moved his hands to the railing instead. He gripped it so tightly, his knuckles turned white. Somehow, he managed not to look around.
Apparently, he’d been more deeply lost in his melancholy than he first thought—either that or Darren was far better at creeping around than he’d ever guessed. Jamie cleared his throat. “I’m just wondering what Harry would say if he knew how we really spent our lads’ weekend away,” he said.
Jamie still didn’t look away from the view. He wasn’t certain what he’d say if he tried to turn and face the other man. All he knew for sure was that it was bound to be embarrassing.
“You think there’d be words?” Darren asked, as he stepped through the big patio door and joined Jamie on the balcony. “I picture more hyperventilating than anything else.”
Jamie managed to smile, but even when Darren moved forward and stood right next to him, Jamie couldn’t turn to face him. He dropped his gaze to where his hands still rested on the balcony railing.
There were faint red marks around his wrists where the cuffs had chaffed against his skin. He’d wanted to reach out and touch Darren so badly while he’d been sucking him off. Jamie lifted one hand and idly traced the flushed skin with one fingertip.
He couldn’t help but wonder if Darren had any idea how big a sacrifice he’d made when he’d decided to display his submission that way. His palms itched with the desire to feel Darren’s skin beneath his hands. In that moment, he’d have given anything just for the right to reach out and press his hand flat against Darren’s chest, to be able to feel the other man’s heartbeat and know if Darren felt even a touch of the panic that was already consuming him.
“You think they’d all freak if they realized we’re gay?” Jamie asked, his voice strangely hollow.
“I’m pretty sure all the guys on the beach know that every man staying at this hotel isn’t exactly on the straight and narrow,” Darren said, slowly.
“No, I mean at work,” Jamie said, still keeping his attention firmly facing forward.
“No. I honestly don’t think they’d give a damn,” Darren said, after a moment’s thought. “But, after this weekend, it really is a case of when they find out, not if. You do realize that?”
Jamie was so shocked, his self-control failed him. He looked up at Darren out of the corner of his eye. It was just for a second, but that was long enough. Their eyes met, and Jamie was even more lost than he had been before.
“The only reason I didn’t tell any of them that I’m gay is because who I’m inclined to screw is none of their business,” Darren said, his tone suddenly very serious.
Jamie nodded his understanding. “Of course, I mean—”
A fingertip came to rest lightly against Jamie’s lips. It silenced him more effectively than the previous day’s ball gag ever could have.
“I won’t lie to them,” Darren said. “I’m not ashamed of which way I swing.”
Jamie nodded again. The fingertip moved and stayed on his lips the whole time.
“And I won’t pretend we’re not together while we’re at work, either.”
Whatever had been wrapped around Jamie’s ribs, making it damn near impossible for him to take a full breath of air, suddenly disappeared. At least, he wouldn’t have to pretend the other man meant nothing to him—that was something. It might not have been all he was hoping for, but he wasn’t above accepting some sort of friendship with benefits, or the occasional kinky hook-up, if that was all he could get.
Jamie slowly nodded his understanding once more.
Darren dropped his hand away from Jamie’s mouth, but Jamie didn’t immediately try to speak. It was several long, silent moments before he finally felt confident trusting his voice. “I’m glad,” he said softly. Without any permission from his brain, his fingers moved to rest against his collar. The sun had warmed the leather—if felt even softer, even more right against him.
“But that doesn’t mean I don’t intend to keep some things private.”
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“Of course,” Jamie rushed to say. “You don’t need to worry. I won’t embarrass you in front of everyone.”
“What?”
Hands came to rest on Jamie’s shoulders. He glanced up at Darren as the other man turned him around, and took away any possibility of not facing his lover.
Somehow, Jamie forced a smile to his lips. “It’s okay,” he said.
The frown on Darren’s brow only deepened.
Jamie tried to take a step back but Darren’s hands dropped down and came to rest on Jamie’s sides, keeping him exactly where he wanted him. Jamie looked down. Darren’s hands were a shade or two more tanned than his own torso, they looked so strong, so perfect. It was all Jamie could do to stop himself dropping to his knees and kissing the fingertips, begging Darren to hold on to him as tight as he could for the rest of his life.
“What do you think I just told you?”
Jamie swallowed until he was sure the words would come out level. “That you don’t intend to tell anyone that I submit to you when we’re alone together.”
“Yes,” Darren agreed. “Because most people don’t have a bloody clue what that really means, what submission really is.”
Jamie couldn’t even bring himself to nod.
“It doesn’t mean I’ll blush if someone did find out, just that I’ll make damn sure they realize that there’ll be hell for them to pay if they try to make things difficult for you because of it.”
Jamie blinked up at his friend. Darren was still frowning. He looked pissed off with the whole world, but the only thing that Jamie really registered was that he looked pissed off with his submissive.
“Maybe I won’t be screaming about our private life at the top of my lungs, but that doesn’t mean we can’t indulge in the kind of whispers only we can hear,” Darren said. His voice was even deeper when he was angry. “But I fully intend to select a suitably discreet day-to-day collar for you to wear.”
“Then, I’m glad about that, too.” Jamie whispered.