by K. C. Wells
Epilogue
Seven months later
XAVIER PUSHED open the door to the group room and gestured for Heath to enter. He still had no idea why Heath had asked to see it again. In the year since Heath had first joined the club, he’d seen the room only once, that first visit. Xavier had made no attempt to press him on the subject, but he was more than a little intrigued by the request.
Inside, the activities were as usual. A sling had been set up in one corner, and there was a crowd of five or six men standing around it. From across the room, Xavier caught the sub’s cries as he demanded to be fucked harder.
He smiled to himself at the sight of the waiting men, all pulling slowly on their erect dicks, some already gloved up and ready, and one or two of them of a considerable girth. Be careful what you ask for.
Beside him, Heath stood in the light cotton drawstring pants and loose shirt that they’d agreed on. It had been a while since they’d done a Byerley-and-Malcolm scene, and both of them had expressed a wish to return to their first characters. That was something Xavier never grew tired of—Heath’s imagination, which sometimes proved infectious. And since they’d added bondage and a little pain play, the scenes had only gotten hotter and deeper.
He followed Heath’s gaze to a couple who were using a bench. The sub was bent over it, his wrists bound to its legs, his legs wide as the Dom crouched behind him, spreading his arsecheeks as he tongue-fucked him, his own dick rising stiff from his leather pants.
“Maybe… I could do that.”
Xavier gave a start and jerked his head toward Heath. “Excuse me?” In front of them, the Dom had risen to his feet and was slowly penetrating the submissive, his hands anchored to the sub’s shoulders as he filled him.
Heath gave a light chuckle. “Okay, maybe not that, at least not yet. I mean, I don’t think I could just jump in and say ‘Fuck me.’ But a little exhibitionism? Maybe I could cope with that.”
Xavier cleared his throat. “Okay. I’m not saying I misheard you, or anything, but… would you mind repeating that for me?” Inside he was buzzing at just how far Heath had come.
Heath laughed. “Oh dear. Failing hearing. A sure sign of impending old age. Should I be worried?”
Xavier caught a smothered guffaw and glanced around. Vic was standing behind them, smirking, with Wayne at his side. He fired them a warning glance before giving Heath his full attention. “I’d be more worried about the impending spanking that’s coming your way.”
Heath’s eyes twinkled. “Fine. You heard right. I’m saying I wouldn’t be averse to a little exhibitionism.”
“How ‘little’ are we talking? Kissing you? Fondling your arse?”
Heath bit his lip, and Xavier had to stifle his moan of desire. “Oh, we might be talking more than that.”
“I’ll have to bear that in mind for future visits.” Inside, he was already turning over ideas. “Now, we’ve got a room booked, but before we go in, I’d like you to go over to that rack and choose a butt plug. I don’t mind which kind you choose. Then go to the bathroom and get yourself ready.” He grinned. “It’s not as if you aren’t used to plugs by now.”
Heath rolled his eyes. “At least there isn’t a puppy tail over there. You won’t catch me choosing one of those again in a hurry.”
Xavier tried not to laugh. “Aw. Didn’t you like it when I rubbed your tummy?”
Heath gave him a hard stare. “Sure I did. It was when you offered me a flea bath that things got weird.”
Xavier chuckled. “You really should have gone for that. The flea bath involved me coming on you and then rubbing it in.”
Heath glared at him. “Now you tell me.” He strode over to the rack of clean butt plugs, perused them for a moment, then choose a nice fat one, which he held up for Xavier to see. Heath then left the room.
Xavier didn’t have much time. He signaled for Vic and Wayne to join him before spotting Kyle there too. The three men came over, all smiles.
“Was that Spot I just saw leaving?” Vic asked with a grin. “Is he going up on the woof?”
Xavier sighed impatiently. “I need your help with something.”
“You need our help?” Kyle snickered. “Well, that gives us paws.”
Xavier shook his head. “Okay, enough with the dog puns. And you,” he added heavily, pointing at Vic, “are spending way too much time with Rob. He’s having a bad influence on you.”
“What do you need?” Wayne asked practically.
Xavier grinned. “Any of you ever do any acting?”
That shut them up.
HEATH WALKED carefully toward the group room, acutely aware of the plug stretching his hole. He didn’t mind wearing one. Usually it meant that Xavier was in the mood to give him a rough fucking, and Heath had no problem with that whatsoever.
Byerley, remember? It’s a scene. There was something rather touching about returning to their first scene. Except that was Heath assuming a lot. After all, he’d just thrown the proverbial cat among the pigeons.
Will he change things, to add a little exhibitionist edge to the proceedings?
Heath had no idea, but the thought sent a trickle of anticipation through him.
As soon as he entered the group room, he knew something had changed. For one thing, an expectant hush fell over the room, and goose bumps erupted in a carpet on Heath’s arms. For another, the usual soundtrack had vanished, and Heath quickly ascertained the reason for this—no one was doing anything.
All eyes were on him.
Oh fuck. Well, I guess I have my answer. The only trouble was, he had no clue what to expect, apart from knowing Xavier wouldn’t push him too far.
Heath walked slowly toward Xavier, who stood in the middle of the room, his back straight, his white shirt unbuttoned, revealing his bare, broad chest. Despite his apprehension, a shiver of desire rippled through Heath. Mine. All mine.
Much to Heath’s surprise, it wasn’t Xavier who spoke first, but Vic, who sauntered toward Heath, pointing at him. “Byerley, isn’t that your manservant?”
Xavier gave a slow smile. “It is indeed.”
Oh God. He hasn’t….
Heath froze, holding himself straight, his eyes on Xavier, mindful of Vic, who drew closer, looking him up and down.
“I think you’ve been very selfish, not sharing your… good fortune.” Vic licked his lips, and the first frisson of excitement skittered down Heath’s spine.
“I concur.” Xavier’s friend Kyle approached Heath, smiling. “Surely as your best friends, we deserve to get a turn at sampling the… er… goods.” He joined Vic, a predatory look in his eyes.
“Now would seem as good a time as any.” Wayne’s voice coming from behind Heath made him jump. Suddenly, all three men were circling him, devouring him with their eyes, though no one laid a finger on him, much to Heath’s relief.
Heath caught Xavier’s amused gaze and knew exactly how to play this scene. The word was right there. “Master!”
Xavier broke into a huge smile, then quickly dialed it back. He walked over to them in an unhurried manner and stopped in front of Heath. “My apologies, gentlemen, but this one is not to be shared.” And before Heath could utter a word, Xavier grabbed his head and pulled him into a fervent kiss.
Heath closed his eyes and lost himself in the sensual embrace. Xavier’s hands were on his back, gently stroking him before moving around to the front to cup his stiffening cock. Xavier unfastened the drawstring at his waist and slipped his hand inside, his fingers meeting the bare heat of Heath’s dick. They traced his length, and Heath let out a low moan of pleasure.
“You please me,” Xavier whispered, removing his hand.
A boldness stole over Heath, and he fell to his knees in front of Xavier, nimbly opening the fastening at his waistband. Xavier gazed down at him, openmouthed, as Heath fished out Xavier’s hard cock, wrapped his hand around it, and turned his face upward to gaze expectantly at him.
Xavier regarded him with wide eyes an
d, without a word, merely nodded.
Heath ran his tongue over the taut head, flicking it under the ridge, enjoying the hiss that fell from Xavier’s lips. It was a heady sensation, knowing all eyes were upon them, and Heath reveled in it. He took the head of Xavier’s dick into his mouth and slid his lips down the shaft.
“Oh yes,” Xavier whispered, placing his hands on Heath’s head and holding him there. “That’s it. Take what I give you.” He proceeded to snap his hips, sliding back and forth out of Heath’s mouth, and Heath did his best to take Xavier as deep as he could, his own erection jutting out against the soft fabric of his pants, leaving no doubt as to the state of his arousal. Heath exulted in each moan and cry that fell from Xavier’s lips, from the way Xavier held him still as he encouraged Heath to swallow his shaft.
Heath was vibrating with need, aware of an underlying current of panic as to how far Xavier would push him. His pucker tightened, and his dick poked straight up, jerking each time he bobbed his head on that meaty dick.
Suddenly, Xavier pulled free of his mouth. He managed to get his cock back inside his pants, then hauled Heath to his feet before hoisting him up onto his shoulder in a fireman’s lift. The world was upside-down as Xavier patted Heath’s arse. “Gentlemen. My apologies, but I refuse to fuck the man I love in front of an audience.”
Heath caught laughter from Vic and the others, but he wasn’t laughing. How long had Malcolm waited to hear those words from Byerley?
Xavier carried him to the door and paused there. “Sorry, guys, if you’ve been enjoying the show, but like I just said… I refuse to fuck the man I love in front of an audience.” After a moment’s silence, he added, “At least, not yet.”
A pleasurable shiver ran through Heath.
“Spoilsport!” someone called out.
“Like we didn’t already know you loved him,” Kyle hollered.
“Next time?” another voice asked expectantly. More laughter followed.
As they passed through the door, Heath tapped Xavier’s backside. “You can put me down now.”
Chuckling, Xavier gently set him on his feet. “You liked it. Being manhandled in front of everyone.”
Heath wasn’t going to bother denying it. Xavier’s words still lingered in his mind, a pleasant aftertaste that filled him with anticipation. “So you’re not going to fuck me in there—yet?”
Xavier’s gaze focused on him. “Is this you saying no, no, no?”
“Did you hear me say that?” Heath was still buzzing from the notion of Xavier taking him in front of them.
Xavier’s smile widened. “Wow.” He caressed Heath’s cheek. “I can wait, okay? Whenever you feel you can. But for now, let’s make the most of our room.” He gestured to the door. “Ready?”
“Well, that depends. Who are we being tonight?” Heath was suddenly in no mood to hear words of love for Malcolm.
He wanted them for himself.
Xavier smiled. “I thought we’d be Xavier and Heath, two guys in love.”
Heath let out a happy sigh. “I love it when we’re on the same page.”
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K.C. WELLS started writing in 2012, although the idea of writing a novel had been in her head since she was a child. But after reading that first gay romance in 2009, she was hooked.
She now writes full-time, and the line of men in her head clamoring to tell their story is getting longer and longer. If the frequent visits by plot bunnies are anything to go by, that’s not about to change anytime soon.
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