by Andrew Grey
Frederick leaned over the table, lowering his voice, but keeping the intensity just below the surface. “Are you playing with me, boy?” Frederick growled softly.
Duncan jumped and his fork hit the plate.
“You’re going to pay for that later, you know.” Frederick took a bite of his veal, eyes locked onto Duncan. “It’s always best not to poke the bear.”
Frederick saw Duncan’s mouth open and then close as he shivered with excitement. Frederick wanted to smile, but kept it off his face. With only a few words, he could already sense that Duncan was approaching the edge. “Eat. You’re going to need your strength.”
Frederick settled back in his seat and watched as Duncan shook. He knew the anticipation was about to tear him apart. Once they had finished their entrees, the server asked if they’d like dessert. Frederick looked over the menu, but took pity on Duncan when he groaned just under his breath. Asking for the check instead, Frederick paid for dinner and led Duncan outside. “Follow me to the house,” he instructed, and Duncan nodded.
Frederick drove the short distance to his house as the raw power from Duncan’s Ferrari pulsed behind him. Frederick parked in his usual spot, and Duncan pulled in behind, shutting off the engine. Frederick eyed the bright yellow car, and an image of Duncan bent over the hood, naked, flashed in his mind. Damn, he needed to get into the house before his imagination got the better of him.
Unlocking the door, he left it open and waited for Duncan in the living room. Frederick heard him walk inside, and the door closed quietly. “Come sit down,” Frederick said, and Duncan walked into the living room, sitting in the chair closest to him.
“Before you say anything,” Duncan began, “I am an adult and I know my own mind.”
Frederick leaned forward, making a spinning motion with his finger. Duncan looked at him, confused, before standing and turning around. “You need to learn to talk less and listen more,” Frederick said as he brought his hand down on Duncan’s ass once. “Now turn around,” Frederick added, and Duncan did so before sitting down once again. “You need to listen. I do not take any relationship lightly, especially the kind you seem to want. We must talk to one another and we must trust one another. I am not looking for a slave. If I were, I’d be after someone like the twink you were with at the auction. And I’m not.”
Duncan nodded his head once, and Frederick waited. “I understand,” Duncan finally said.
“Good. There are times I will ask for your opinion or input, and now is one of those times. Are there things you particularly hate? This is about making you feel good, not bad. I do not believe in humiliation, and what we do together will be done in private. I do not do public displays. If that’s what you want, I’m sure there are plenty of men who will be more than happy to accommodate you at The Room.”
Frederick saw Duncan shiver slightly. “No. I’m not public property. As for things I hate, I don’t like clamps and stuff like that. Bodily fluids don’t do anything for me either, if you know what I mean?” Frederick did. “I promise to tell you if there’s something that bothers me.”
“Good.” Frederick leaned closer, his face very close to Duncan’s. “One more thing you need to know. I do not share. If I find out you’ve been hanging around Twink Boy, he’s probably going to have a black eye and you are going to have a set of very blue balls. Do I make myself clear?”
“Does that go for you too?” Duncan asked. The question was valid, but Frederick curled his lips slightly anyway.
“The rules apply to me as well as you. I will never ask you to commit to something that I’m not willing to commit to myself.”
“Good, because for the record I don’t share either.” Duncan sounded determined, and Frederick liked that they were on the same page, at least on that particular issue. “Have you had longer-term relationships?”
Frederick shook his head. “This is going to be a learning experience for both of us.” Frederick could already sense deep inside him how right this was. The feeling startled him a little because he’d always been able to hide his own doubts behind his exterior. It seemed he wouldn’t be able to do that with Duncan. This man was going to see who he really was, but Frederick was going to get to know Duncan as well, and that prospect was fascinating indeed. “Bring over the stool,” Frederick said pointing to the ottoman in front of the sofa. “Then take off your pants and dress shirt. When I come back, I want to see you sitting in only your underwear on that stool.”
Frederick got up and left the room, walking up the stairs. He could hear Duncan moving in the other room. In his bedroom, Frederick opened a small drawer and pulled out what he was looking for. Stopping for a bottle of lube on his way out, Frederick slowly descended the stairs. He heard no movement, and when he stepped into the living room he saw Duncan sitting exactly where he had told him. Damn, the man was gorgeous: strong chest, bright eyes, thick legs shaking with excitement. If that wasn’t enough, Duncan’s briefs were tented almost to the breaking point.
Duncan watched every move Frederick made as he stalked closer. Standing in front of Duncan, Frederick handed him the plug he’d brought down. “I want you to see and feel it before it goes inside you,” Frederick explained, and Duncan ran his hand over it, looking questioningly at Frederick. “It’s a little bigger than you would have thought, but I want you to try it... for me.”
“Okay,” Duncan said handing it back to Frederick.
“Do you want me to insert it?” Frederick asked, and his heart jumped when Duncan stood up and leaned forward, placing his chest on the ottoman. “Fuck, that’s beautiful,” Frederick moaned as he slowly pulled the cotton fabric from Duncan’s firm round butt and down to his ankles. “Spread your legs,” Frederick coaxed, and Duncan’s crack parted, presenting Frederick with an amazing view of Duncan’s smooth hole. As he slowly stroked with his fingers, Frederick’s cock throbbed in his leather pants as Duncan throbbed for him. Kneeling on the floor between Duncan’s legs, Frederick slid his hands up the back of Duncan’s thighs before running the tip of his tongue over Duncan’s puckered skin.
“Jesus Christ!” Duncan cried, and he arched his back, but didn’t pull away and kept his lower body still.
As a reward for his control, Frederick probed deeper, Duncan’s musky flavor bursting on his tongue. This was the true taste of Duncan, and to Frederick it was damn near ambrosia. In a few seconds, Duncan writhed under him, making a steady stream of sounds that drove Frederick on. Moving back, Frederick took the plug from Duncan, lubing it liberally before slowly pressing it into his body. “Breathe for me,” Frederick coaxed as he slowly worked the plug into Duncan’s ass.
Rubbing the spot at the base of Duncan’s back, he could feel him relax, and the plug seated. Duncan continued making deep guttural sounds, and Frederick pulled his underwear back up his legs. “Pull them up and sit back down on the stool.” Duncan groaned but did as he instructed. Frederick waited until he was seated before standing in front of Duncan.
“I love that you have my plug inside you,” Frederick said as he took Duncan’s cheeks in his hands, kissing him hard, possessively, letting the man know he was his, because everything inside Frederick was screaming that very message. Stepping back again, Frederick slowly stripped off his shirt, letting Duncan watch and wonder what would happen next. “You look incredible, you know that? Your legs are shaking for me, aren’t they?”
“Yes,” Duncan answered.
“Yes what?” Frederick corrected lightly.
“Yes, Frederick, my Frederick.” Duncan answered. He’d been going for Sir, but that answer was better than anything he could ever have hoped to get.
Stepping away, Frederick walked behind Duncan’s back. “Look forward,” he said softly and then opened the buttons of his own shirt, taking it off and letting it fall to the floor. Moving right behind Duncan, he pressed his chest to Duncan’s strong back, his hands sliding around Duncan’s sides and along his powerful chest. Duncan rested back against him and groaned loudly. The so
unds only increased when Frederick’s hands found Duncan’s nipples, flicking the buds lightly until they pebbled. “You like that?” Duncan nodded as Frederick’s hands reached around to him. “No. Hold onto the edge of the ottoman.
“Okay,” Duncan answered breathlessly, and Frederick slid his hands over Duncan’s skin as muscles twitched just below the surface.
“I can feel how much you like this,” Frederick crooned into Duncan’s ear. “I bet your ass is clenching and throbbing around my plug, isn’t it?” Frederick ran his hands down Duncan’s stomach, and his entire body stiffened before he returned them to Duncan’s chest.
“Yes,” Duncan admitted his voice trembling.
Frederick teased Duncan again, his fingers skimming just above the waistband of the underwear that was barely controlling Duncan’s cock. “I know what you want, and what I want is for you to keep holding into the ottoman and concentrate on what my plug is doing to your beautiful, tight little hole. You can barely think of anything else, because every time you move, it reminds you it’s there, touching you deep inside.” Frederick let his hands slide beneath the waistband, and Duncan hissed with excitement. Frederick lifted the band and settled it beneath Duncan’s balls. He heard Duncan breathe a small sigh, and then Frederick fanned his fingers lightly over the skin at the base. Duncan tried to buck to get more sensation. “Do that again and I’ll go back upstairs and leave you sitting here for the rest of the evening,” Frederick chastised. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, Frederick,” Duncan answered breathlessly, and Frederick cupped Duncan’s balls in one hand, rolling them with his fingers as the hairless, shaved skin caressed his hand.
“Did you do this for me?” he asked continuing to lightly touch Duncan’s smooth-everywhere skin.
“Uh-huh,” Duncan gasped.
“I like it,” Frederick whispered in Duncan’s ear as he wrapped his hand around Duncan’s shaft, moving it slowly along the length. “And I like touching you and listening to you moan for me.” Frederick stroked a little harder, and Duncan gave him one of those moans, louder and more urgent than the others.
“You can’t come until I tell you, so just relax and let me touch you. I want to feel how wonderfully amazing you are.” Frederick sucked on Duncan’s ear, and he groaned again. Frederick felt Duncan shift on the stool and he moaned again, probably as the plug moved inside him. “That’s it, move that tight butt of yours. You’re becoming so worked up you don’t know where to concentrate. My plug in your hole reminds you of me, and my hand on your cock feels so good. You want both at the same time but don’t dare move.”
“Yes,” Duncan hissed between clenched teeth.
“You’re balancing on the edge of a knife right now, aren’t you?” Frederick hissed into Duncan’s ear, as his own desire for Duncan began to eat away at his control. “If I stroke you just a little harder you’ll come and you know it.” Duncan nodded, and Frederick sucked at the base of Duncan’s neck, making sure he left a mark.
“Has anyone ever been able to read you like this, give you just enough to build the pleasure higher and higher before releasing it?” Frederick continued stroking and he could hear Duncan’s breathing becoming ragged. He knew he was teetering on the absolute edge of his control, trying desperately not to come until Frederick said.
One of the things that Frederick felt very strongly about was that exercises like this were to help them both learn control, but his job was to see that Duncan didn’t fail. Small success built on small success led to what he hoped was a relationship built on passion and trust. Someday he hoped he could add love to that list, but he knew that took time. “Come for me, Duncan. Show me just how magnificent you are when you completely lose it for me.”
Duncan’s entire body stiffened, and Frederick felt Duncan throb in his hand as he cried out and shot hard on his own chest and stomach. The sounds he made filled the room, and when he began to move, the plug moved too, and Duncan began coming again, yelling at the top of his lungs. “That’s it,” Frederick said on Duncan’s ear. “Let yourself go, I have you.”
Frederick held Duncan tight as he came apart in his arms, shaking, crying and gasping for breath. “I have you, let it all go.” Frederick wondered for a minute just what he’d brought to the surface when Duncan’s breathing evened out and Frederick felt him lean back against him.
“That was hot, Duncan. You were hot,” Frederick reassured even as he moved away. “I want you to lie on your stomach,” Frederick let a touch of his own pent up desire show in his voice, and Duncan moved, leaning over the stool, his cotton-clad ass in the air.
Unable to wait any longer, Frederick pulled Duncan’s underwear off as he removed his shoes. Frederick peeled off his own pants before stepping between Duncan’s legs, his cock throbbing with every step. Tapping the plug that filled Duncan’s ass, he heard him moan softly. Frederick pulled the plug slightly, twisting it, and Duncan groaned again between clenched teeth.
“Take it out, I want you!” Duncan demanded, and Frederick smacked Duncan’s ass for his impertinence before tugging on the plug, Duncan’s body opening like a flower around the latex and then closing again as he pulled the plug free. Dropping the plug on the floor, Frederick reached for the condom he’d gotten with the lube and rolled it down his pulsing shaft before settling between Duncan’s legs and plunging into his body.
He couldn’t take any more. Frederick groaned chest-deep as Duncan’s heat surrounded him. “Fuck, you feel good,” Frederick gasped.
“So do you,” Duncan said pushing back against him. “Fuck me, Freddie!”
Frederick pulled completely out of Duncan’s body, plunging back inside, the cool from the air contrasting with the searing heat of Duncan’s body. Frederick repeated the motion before driving deep into Duncan’s body, listening to the deep moans his lover made. Again and again he drove into Duncan, joining them together. He wasn’t sure how much he could take, so he grabbed onto Duncan’s hips, tugging him up and back before fucking him with total abandon. He lost track of himself as his entire focus shifted to Duncan. Frederick’s back tingled and his legs shook as he turned into a fuck machine, driving them both to the top of a cliff that loomed in front of both of them. Frederick could hear Duncan crying out, pushing him further toward the precipice. Frederick couldn’t speak; all he could do was suck air and snap his hips.
The tingling began at the base of his spine and spread throughout his entire body. At first Frederick wasn’t sure what was happening, but as his legs shook, his balls tightened and his entire body become rigid as he gasped for breath and came in waves over and over, feeling it throughout his entire body as he poured himself into Duncan.
Frederick collapsed onto Duncan’s back, his head resting on Duncan’s shoulder blade as he gasped for breath. Never in his life had he come so close to completely losing control. He could barely remember anything except the overwhelming sensations of being inside Duncan.
Slowly, he lifted himself off Duncan’s back and stood, his head spinning slightly. “Did I hurt you?” he asked Duncan, who slowly stood, turning to Frederick with a huge smile. Frederick took that as a no. Once he could get his legs to work, Frederick gathered up his things while Duncan did the same, and led the way upstairs. Thankfully, they didn’t talk. Frederick wasn’t sure he had the energy to anyway. Frederick set his clothes and things aside before climbing beneath the covers, saving a place for Duncan, who disappeared into the bathroom.
When he returned a few minutes later, Frederick patted the bed, and Duncan climbed in next to him. They immediately moved together, legs entwining. Frederick held Duncan tightly as they kissed gently, languidly, the touches now soft and tender in complete contrast to their highly energetic coupling. Frederick closed his eyes, fully intending to open them again, but his body had other ideas.
Chapter Four
“Duncan, could you come down to the store?” Frederick asked almost as soon as he answered his phone. Duncan looked at the calendar sitting on his desk
at the Prescott Foundation offices. It appeared to be clear for the rest of the day.
“Okay.” He wondered just what his inventive lover had in mind. He’d never called him so urgently before, and Duncan found he was already on his feet and walking toward his door before he’d even thought about it. Frederick didn’t play games, or at least he hadn’t over the past few weeks. They’d talked a lot, fucked even more, and Duncan was beginning to realize just how much Frederick had worked his way into his heart. Those nights he spent alone at his apartment seemed interminable, while those he spent in Frederick’s bed flew by in seconds.
“Heading out?” his father asked as he passed him in the hallway.
“Yes. All the transactions we talked about are complete and the money transferred for all approved projects. I’ll see you on Monday.” Duncan had already pressed the button for the elevator.
“You’re coming to dinner on Sunday.” It wasn’t a question.
“I’ll ask Frederick,” Duncan responded, wishing the elevator doors would open.
“You know how I feel about that,” his father said, his eyes narrowing.
A few weeks earlier, Duncan would have capitulated. “It doesn’t matter how you feel, Dad. It’s how I feel that counts. So you have a choice. Either Frederick and I come to dinner and both you and Mom give him a chance, or neither of us will be there. It’s no skin off my nose.”
“Now see here,” his father said gruffly.
“I’m happy, Dad, truly happy, and that means more to me than you do.” The elevator arrived and the doors opened, but Duncan didn’t get in. “I was raised by nannies and rarely saw either you or Mom, so don’t get all upset because we aren’t best friends. That’s your problem. I have someone in my life, and either you accept both of us or neither of us.” The elevator doors started to close and Duncan placed his hand over the sensor to get them to open again. “You can call me after you talk to Mom. Right now I have places to be.” Duncan shrugged and stepped into the elevator letting the doors close behind him.