Our Gravity

by Tymber Dalton

  “When are you telling them that?” Bryce asked.

  “Once I’m in Florida.” She smiled, and it looked…well, tired. And maybe a little pained. She sort of winced.

  “You working on a headache?” Bryce asked. “Did you get your eyes checked like I’ve been harping on you? You know you need glasses, stubborn. That’s why you keep having those damn headaches.”

  “I’m fine. Just really tired.” It looked like she reached up to the brim of her cap to take it off, then jerked her hand away again. “Listen, I have a lot of stuff to finish here if you want me there. And I didn’t mean to interrupt your…fun.” She smirked, a lot like the way Bryce did, and waggled her eyebrows at them.

  “Thanks, sweetie. Do not scare me like that again, huh?”

  “Sorry. Just been stressed. I wasn’t thinking about your momma bear mode.”

  “And I got banana pancakes with your name on them when you get here.”

  A wide, beaming smile. “Did you take him to Zook’s?”

  “This morning.”

  Now she looked sad. “I’ve missed our Sunday mornings.”

  “Me, too, sweetie.” He blew her a kiss. “Love you.”

  “Love you, too. Nice to meet you, Dustin.”

  “Same here.” He waved a hand far enough into the frame she could see it. “Looking forward to meeting you in person.”

  “Ditto.” She ended the call and the happy smile Bryce wore said it all.

  He laid his phone on the counter and turned to Dustin, squeezing him in a tight hug. “Man, we’ll be like the Three Musketeers or something. This is going to be awesome.” He gasped and looked up at him. “Maybe we can sic them on finding a great guy for her! She’s not full-on kinky, but like I said, she knows about the lifestyle and is fine with it.”

  “I don’t know her well enough to make that judgment call. That’d have to be up to you, Sir.”

  “Well, technically I guess it’d be up to her. We can talk to her about that.” Bryce laid his head against Dustin’s chest, and it felt right wrapping his arms around Bryce.

  Soooo right.

  “Time for a skills test!” Bryce stepped back, grabbed Dustin’s hand, and led him to the bedroom. They’d remade the bed earlier with another set of sheets. Bryce threw a towel onto the bed for Dustin to kneel on, and before Bryce even went into the bathroom to get it, Dustin knew what was in store.

  He lowered his shoulders to the bed and stuck his ass out, earning him an appreciative whistle from Bryce upon his return.

  “Such a good boy.” Dustin didn’t flinch when Bryce stroked his ass cheeks.

  He did jump, a little, at the feel of warm breath over his balls, moaning when Bryce licked them, gently sucking them into his mouth one at a time. His hands grabbed Dustin’s hips and it didn’t take long for Dustin to feel himself swirling down into a sweet haze that he’d swear was subspace.

  Without any impact play.

  Daaaamn!

  Apparently, all his cock had needed to recover from their morning struggle snuggle was a couple of hours and breakfast at an Amish restaurant.

  Who knew?

  Bryce took his sweet time, too, flicking his tongue along Dustin’s taint, warm, wet heat engulfing his balls, teasing just the tip of his cock, back again. A slice of heaven, sweet torture—he didn’t bother trying to stay quiet. He already knew Bryce loved to hear him make noises.

  No problem.

  It felt soooo fucking good! So good that when Bryce pulled away, Dustin moaned even louder, begging him not to stop.

  Yep. Total slut.

  “I’m right here, boy. Hold on.” Bryce sounded amused.

  A moment later, Bryce’s finger started playing with his asshole, and Dustin knew what was coming next.

  Probably Bryce.

  Bryce only teased him a little, though, before adding a second finger and more lube. Then the hand disappeared, replaced by something else Dustin had a feeling he was going to get to know very intimately.

  “Push,” Bryce ordered.

  Dustin did, and the butt plug easily slid inside him. He heard Bryce strip off a glove. A moment later, Bryce stretched out on the bed next to him—fully dressed, which surprised Dustin.

  In his hand he held the remote.

  He wore an evil smile.

  “Let’s play a game.” Bryce waggled his eyebrows at him, and Dustin knew he was fucked.

  Totally.

  Completely.

  Was there a word sluttier than slut? He didn’t know.

  If there wasn’t, maybe he should invent one, because he was going to need it.

  Bryce held up the remote. “I get to pick the length of time it’s on. You get to pick the setting it’s on. The catch is, I don’t tell you how long until after you’ve picked the setting.” He also held up a folded sticky note. “I’ve written a number on here. In minutes, between one and sixty. That’s to keep it fair so you don’t think I just randomly picked in relation to the setting you picked.

  “Now, the other catch is that if you come before your time is up, you’re going to get punished. One bare-handed swat for every minute early. If you make it the full time, I will give you one minute at the end of your time to come. However, if you don’t come in that one minute window, I have a nifty little chastity cage you’re going to be introduced to for the rest of the afternoon. If that goes on you, I’ll give you a chance to beg, barter, or in some other adorable way plead your case to me to let you bust a nut by milking you while you’re wearing it.”

  The smile grew even more evil, if that was possible.

  Dustin’s cock throbbed. There wasn’t much of a downside to any of that, even the spanking.

  Bryce continued. “One more thing—keep in mind, it might be tempting to choose a low setting, thinking you can endure it more easily regardless of the time. But will it keep you at a high enough simmer to boil on command? Or will you think I’m automatically going to assume you’re going to think I’ll assume you’ll pick a low setting so I go for the highest time possible? Or do you think I’m going to think you’ll pick a higher setting so I’ll go for a lower time, or—”

  “Never go in against a Dom when your nuts are on the line?”

  Bryce’s eyes widened. He leaned in and deeply kissed him. “Fuck me, you can quote The Princess Bride?”

  Time for Dustin to smile. He affected an accent. “Hello. My name is Dustin Poole. You fucked my ass. Prepare to come.”

  Bryce let out a squeal Dustin never would have imagined could come from the guy before he started laughing and rolled onto his back. “Holy shitballs. You are the perfect guy, you know that?”

  “As you wish, Sir.”

  Bryce handed him the remote. “Pick. Before I cream myself, goddammit.” He climbed off the bed and started stripping.

  Dustin studied the remote. “Can I try a few of the settings first, or is it one and done?”

  “You can adjust it. Tell me when you want the time to start.” Now naked and back on the bed, he had his phone in his hand, the timer open.

  No time entered into it yet.

  Dustin knew the only way to get through this—not that he was complaining—was to get through it. “Any negotiation about the game?”

  Bryce sat back on his heels, his smile gone, all serious now. He nudged his glasses up on his nose. “You can always safeword. For anything.” He pointed at himself. “Again, sadist, not asshole. Do we need to stop and talk?”

  “I want to up the stakes.”

  His right eyebrow arched, but he didn’t interrupt.

  “Paddle strokes, not bare-handed. But I pick the paddle from your collection.”

  “Oookaaaay. That sounds kind of one-sided, though.”

  Dustin met his gaze. “I want the one minute to be me fucking your ass.”

  The other eyebrow joined the first. “Ooooh, baby.” He held up a finger. “Hold that thought.” He climbed out of bed. “I need to prepare.”

  “Is that a yes, Sir?”

/>   “Fuckin’ A, that’s a yes. I need lube. I thought we established last night I like you fucking my ass.”

  “Technically, Sir, last night you fucked your ass on my cock.”

  “Yeah, well, I still enjoyed it.”

  He returned a short moment later, spreading out a couple more towels on the bed before sitting on the bed in front of him, propped on his elbows, legs spread. “And FYI, you can always spend your time enduring trying to distract yourself by worshipping my cock, if you wish.”

  Said cock was rock hard and right there.

  Dustin leaned in and licked the tip, his gaze focused on Bryce as he did.

  The low moan rolling from Bryce finished hardening Dustin’s cock. He tasted pre-cum, warm and salty. Bryce had just a little bit of an Adam’s apple, and as he swallowed, Dustin could watch his throat working.

  “Jeezus, fuck, get started, because Papi wants to bust a nut.”

  Dustin smiled, swirling his tongue around the head of Bryce’s cock before releasing it and studying the remote.

  He knew damn well what the devilish thing could do.

  He also knew as long as he was hard and horny, he could probably beat the one-minute buzzer.

  Switching it on, it apparently defaulted to the low, buzzing hum, pleasant, but tolerable. He clicked it one setting at a time until he reached what he assumed was midway. Throbbing, but a tolerable pulsation he could deal with.

  “Ready?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  With a smile, Bryce unfolded the sticky note and showed him the time written there. Ten minutes. Bryce punched it into the timer and hit start.

  The only bad thing about this position was that the butt plug could easily rub against Dustin’s prostate.

  Distraction…gooood.

  He dove onto Bryce’s cock, watching him. Bryce buried his fingers in Dustin’s hair, egging him on. “Yeah, boy. Sooo fucking good.” The slightly hoarse tinge of need to his tone only encouraged Dustin.

  But…Dustin realized he’d chosen well. This particular setting was definitely keeping him hard and ready, but not over the top. He didn’t even bother glancing at the timer, preferring to meet Bryce’s hungry gaze.

  “For the record,” Bryce gasped, “I like to keep you on your toes. Games like this.”

  “Mm-hmm.” That, at least, he could hum around Bryce’s cock.

  “Oooohhh, fuuuuck…”

  When the timer went off, Bryce grabbed his phone and switched it to one minute. “Get in there, boy,” he ordered, spreading his legs and holding up the tube of lube.

  Dustin eagerly did, slicking his cock and easily sinking balls-deep in Bryce’s ass in one hard thrust.

  “Yeah,” Bryce said. “Don’t hold back. Pound my ass. Timer starts…now.” He thumbed the button and dropped his phone onto the bed.

  Dustin grabbed Bryce’s legs and shoved them back, holding them with his arms under Bryce’s knees. He found his rhythm and started riding Bryce, loving the moans that now rolled from him.

  “Fuck yeah! Pound my ass.”

  Well aware he couldn’t take his time, Dustin took the remote, which he’d palmed, and flicked it to high.

  The butt plug’s steady throbbing became a hard staccato on his sweet spot. He dropped the remote and threw his head back as his orgasm rolled through him like a tsunami. Hard and almost painful, intense.

  “Yes!” Dustin fell still with his cock deep inside Bryce. When he reached for the remote, he couldn’t find it.

  “Looking for this?” Bryce held it up, a cocky smirk quirking his lips. “You want that to turn off, you’d better get me off.”

  Dustin pulled out and let go of Bryce’s legs to dive onto his cock again. This time, Bryce grabbed his head, fistfuls of hair. It wasn’t a blow job as much as it was a face fucking.

  “That’s it, you tricky boy. You fucking take it from your Sir.”

  Another moan escaped Dustin, loving this—

  Loving him.

  About the time he deep-throated Bryce the man exploded and rewarded Dustin with a mouthful of cum to swallow. And swallow he did, savoring it, knowing that he had the power to bring this man pleasure and now had him all to himself.

  Seconds later, the butt plug fell still. Dustin went limp, both of them panting, Bryce keeping his hand on Dustin’s head, but this time stroking his hair.

  Lovingly.

  Tenderly.

  Dustin heard the first snort. By the time he managed to look up, Bryce was full-on laughing and pulling Dustin up the bed and into his arms. Bryce’s laughter was infectious. Dustin started laughing, too, until they were both laughing so hard they were crying.

  When was the last time he’d laughed this hard? Had this much…fun?

  He couldn’t remember.

  Especially not in bed.

  Bryce rolled on top of him, smiling down at him.

  “Still think the age difference is going to be an issue?”

  Dustin shook his head. “No, Sir.”

  “You, my dear boy, are a tricky fuck. I’ll have to remember that.” He held up the remote, eying Dustin’s reaction, but not making any motions to turn it on again.

  “You didn’t say I couldn’t change the butt plug setting after the time was up, Sir.”

  “No, I didn’t.” His smile widened. “Just remember that I am a sadist. And I looooove operant-conditioning. There are all sorts of devious things I can reprogram your body to enjoy.”

  Dustin smiled. “Yes, Sir. Keep in mind, you break it, you bought it.”

  Bryce kissed him one more time. “Who said I’m ever letting you go?”

  Chapter Ten

  Bryce finally dragged himself out of bed again, relieved Dustin of the butt plug, and they grabbed a quick shower.

  Note to self, stock up on batteries for it.

  Bryce didn’t bother putting on clothes, either. He did put on music, however, filling the house with a shuffled mix from one of his favorite playlists. Since they both needed to check e-mails for work, they sprawled across the couch, Dustin with his head in Bryce’s lap as they scrolled through their phones and handled anything needing their immediate attention.

  Even Archer was being nice, settled quietly on the back of the couch and staring down at them but not waving his butthole in their faces or anything.

  For once.

  This felt sooo damn right.

  Dustin felt right.

  Bryce was staring down into Dustin’s face when the man’s gaze swiveled up and caught him watching. A sweet smile curved his lips. “Sir?”

  “Yeah, I’m going to go with my gut here.” He ran his hand through Dustin’s hair. “How about I spend tomorrow night with you at your place, since you have the day off? I’ll come over after I stop by here to take care of Archer.”

  Dustin’s smile widened. “I’d like that.”

  Bryce laced fingers with him, his own smile fading. “I don’t care how crazy this might seem, or how fast this is happening. Every other guy I’ve been with and dated, I did it reasonably and smart and took my time. It got me nowhere, in the end. I’ve never been with someone where it feels like this, even after several months.”

  Dustin let out a deep breath. “Me, too.”

  “Oh, my god, I got me a boyfriend. Kimbra is going to be impossible to live with for a while.” His smile returned. “And she’s going to tell me ‘see, I told you so’ every damn time I turn around.”

  “I have a feeling Lara will be fairly smug, too.”

  Bryce squeezed Dustin’s hand. “I do have ASL classes on Fridays right now.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Sign language. Friday evenings. Six to nine. Meet somewhere for dinner after, and then come back here for the weekend?”

  “Sure. What about Wednesday and Thursday nights, Sir?”

  It was difficult for Bryce to focus when Dustin called him that. “I have to come by here regardless for Archer. But what’s your preference?”

  “I don’t have one, Sir.�
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  Bryce’s cock threatened to stir. “How about your place, then?”

  “Works for me.”

  Bryce set down his phone and stroked Dustin’s cheek with his other hand. “I hope this doesn’t come out sounding wrong, but it makes me feel better knowing you’re feeling the same crazy way I am.”

  Dustin laid his hand over Bryce’s. “Me, too.”

  * * * *

  “Now that’s the kind of smile I hoped I’d see on your face this morning.”

  Bryce looked up from his computer monitor to spot Kimbra triumphantly grinning ear to ear. She leaned against his office doorway, arms folded over her chest.

  “Yes, you were right. Yes, you told me so. Yes, I should have let you do this sooner.”

  “Boo, I didn’t even need you to say that. But now that you did, I’ll take it.”

  And with that, she returned to her office.

  He’d honestly expected her to milk that a little longer, but whatever.

  Bryce had a hard time peeling himself off Dustin that morning. Dustin had waited until the very last moment to get dressed, and when he saw Bryce dressed in a suit and tie for work, his cock had hardened.

  Aaannd that had meant Bryce popped one, too.

  Except he had to be in court at eleven this morning, so skipping work today wasn’t an option.

  I bet he rocks a suit.

  Aaannd there was his chub, back with a vengeance.

  At this rate, he was going to be useless in court if he didn’t get his head in the game.

  Eh, the one on his shoulders, not the one currently trying to hog his blood supply.

  He received a text a little after three that afternoon.

  Any preference for dinner, Sir?

  Bryce leaned back in his office chair and softly moaned as his cock—which had been behaving once he’d pulled himself into his work—woke up and screamed howdy, y’all.

  What am I going to do with this boy?

  He could think of at least sixty-nine things, to start with.

  He thumbed open his photos and looked at the selfie he took of the two of them that morning before he’d left for work. Both of them smiling, and looking into each other’s eyes instead of at the camera.

  When was the last time he’d smiled like that in a picture? Hell, he wore a goofy-ass grin on his face. So did Dustin.