Chapter 23 #2
Thomas pushed down on his stomach, halting Scott’s plan to find relief. He clicked his fingers beneath Scott’s shirt, the harsh sound making him alert.
“On the screen,” Thomas said. “I meant you’re going to come again on the screen.”
“Oh. Right.”
Thomas waited until Scott’s attention had returned to the screen, his hands were on the move, roaming beneath Scott’s shirt.
“Get your cock out,” Thomas murmured.
Scott glanced down to tug at his jeans.
Thomas dug his nails into Scott’s skin. “Eyes on the screen, you don’t need to see what you’re doing.”
“Sorry,” Scott blurted, blindly pulling at the top of his jeans. He shifted, unintentionally grinding on Thomas’s lap as he released his trapped cock.
Thomas grunted, then twisted both of Scott’s nipples until he whimpered.
“You don’t need to move around that much,” Thomas hissed in his ear.
“Sorry – I’m sorry.”
“Let go of your dick, Scott.”
“But –”
“If I see you rub one more bead of precum out of your cock, I’m pushing you off my lap.”
Scott bit back a snarl and let go.
“Good.” Thomas spoke the word against Scott’s nape and Scott shivered.
“You’re about to come again,” Thomas warned. “Eyes on the screen while I undo your shirt.”
He dug his elbows into Scott’s sides, trapping him to his chest as he worked the buttons open.
Scott watched the other Scott on screen begging for his next orgasm, impatiently fucking the air, forcing it upon himself.
His moans and whines turned into sobs and pleas until his voice cut out.
He lifted his head, face a mess of sweat and tears, and looked to Thomas for help.
Thomas remained stone-faced until Scott dropped his head back into the pillow. He struggled through the pain, at one point growling through his teeth and accidentally spitting when he finally unclenched and panted.
Scott pushed back into Thomas, unsure, with pinpricks of embarrassment in his cheeks but his Thomas, along with the one on screen, reassured him, murmuring close to his ear that he looked hot as hell like that.
“Thomas…”
“It’s all good,” Thomas replied. “Lean forward so I can remove your shirt.”
Scott eased out a breath as Thomas pulled his shirt down his arms.
“I’m…feeling dizzy,” Scott admitted with a soft laugh. “I don’t know why.”
“A good dizzy?”
Scott swallowed hard, then nodded. Sweat slicked his skin, his cock throbbed, but he didn’t dare look down in case Thomas tossed him aside.
“Is seeing yourself like that strange?”
“Yes,” Scott whispered. “It doesn’t feel like me.”
The Scott on the screen was in the blissed-out stage, out of his mind in the space between pleasure and pain, the pleasant build-up where his breathing slowed and he relaxed completely to let the devices do their jobs.
“I can’t believe none of your clients used toys on you.” Thomas’s voice brushed against the sweat building down Scott’s spine. “But I’m so fucking glad they didn’t.”
“It wasn’t about me,” Scott panted. “It’s never been about me.”
“It is now,” Thomas promised. “I’ve made it about you.”
The Scott on screen asked for Thomas, begged him to come close. Scott covered his ears not to hear, but Thomas’s warning hiss of his name dropped them back by his sides.
“It’s too much,” he blurted.
“What is?”
“Seeing and hearing that Scott, the one of the past. Your voice. The sounds those machines make.” He shifted his hips, the move slapped his hard cock to his belly.
He whimpered at the sensation, needing to do it again.
He would've made himself come like that if Thomas hadn’t hissed into his ear to stop.
Scott shivered, biting his lip. “Can I at least touch myself?”
“Of course,” Thomas replied. “Anywhere above the waist.”
“What?”
“That beautiful cock of yours is being left alone.” Thomas looked at Scott’s crotch. “I love seeing it like that, hard and glistening.”
“Too much –”
“What is?”
“Right now. You talking, touching, not letting me jerk off, keeping me still on your lap, making me watch this. It’s a lot.”
“I know it is, but I can make it worse.”
“Don’t,” Scott begged.
“I could whisper in your ear all the things I’m going to do to you in the future. So future Scott can be turning you on too.”
“Future Scott?”
Thomas made a pleased hum. “Ask me what I’ve done with your cum…”
Scott widened his eyes. “What?”
“Ask me.”
“I don’t want to know.”
Thomas chuckled. “Yeah, you do… What did your vanilla brain think I was doing with it?”
Right up until that moment, Scott hadn’t thought about it, but he frowned, blurting out the most obvious answer, “Throwing it away.”
Thomas tutted in disappointment. “Do you really think I’d throw any of you away?”
He brushed a hand up Scott’s chest and pinched a nipple.
“I don’t… I don’t…”
“I’ve kept it, stored it, hoarded it.”
Scott screwed up his face. “Why would you do that?”
Thomas laughed into Scott’s skin. “It’s valuable to me.”
He gripped Scott’s jaw, making sure he had nowhere else to look but the screen. Scott came again inside the pump, and Thomas zoomed the camera in on the beaker and the cum dripping down to fill up to the red line. “I’m going to use it against you one day.”
“What?” Scott gasped.
“I’m going to make you come with it.”
Scott didn’t understand, he couldn’t understand. He heard himself whimper and whine, struggling and writhing on the bed in the footage as Thomas dragged his nails up his skin. His cock hurt, and jealousy spiked at the Scott on the screen, getting relief even if he was tortured for it afterwards.
Scott ground his teeth. “Too much.”
Thomas chuckled, not understanding the warning, but it was too much.
Scott had phantom pains in his abdomen, he could feel the relentless beat against his prostate, and he couldn’t stop twitching his dick, tightening and relaxing, he could feel the pull all the way to his hole.
It felt like he was in the pump. It felt like he was being sucked and fucked again while his nipples burned.
“I’m going to push it all inside you,” Thomas murmured. “I’m going to make you –”
“Thomas!” Scott shouted, cutting him off.
He folded at the waist, but Thomas grabbed him, stopping him from taking a dive onto the floor. Scott’s cock jolted as he came, covering his thighs in cum.
Thomas hauled him up, pinning Scott to his chest. “Holy shit, did you just…”
“I’m sorry,” Scott blurted. Even his ears were blushing. “I don’t know what happened.”
Thomas gripped his chin and turned Scott to face him. His eye was wide, and wild, as it took Scott in. “Never fucking apologise for that.”
Scott panted, looking back at Thomas. His hair stuck to his forehead, and his nape prickled with sweat. Thomas still had hold of him, doing his best to get Scott to focus, but adrenaline made it difficult, and the background noise of the video continued to affect him.
“I can’t believe you just did that,” Thomas murmured.
Scott could very well believe it after being mentally edged the whole time.
Thomas grinned. “Maybe those scientists are on to something after all.”
Scott fixated on Thomas’s smile. He slowed his breathing, edging forward, and before he fully came back to earth, he pushed his lips to Thomas’s.
Thomas froze.
He didn’t part his lips; he pressed them firmly together, sealing his mouth from Scott in an obvious rejection.
“Shit,” Scott groaned, pulling his mouth away. “I’m sorry. I know.” He scrunched his face up. “I know you’re not into kissing. I shouldn’t have done that.”
“Why did you?”
“Because I wanted to,” Scott replied, not making eye contact. “I’m selfish, and I wanted to kiss you.”
Thomas gripped the back of Scott’s neck and pulled him in.
His lips were cautious as they met Scott’s, slow to move, and even slower to part, but Scott had experience on his side. He coaxed, he teased with flicks of his tongue, he angled his head to one side, taking control.
Thomas opened his mouth for him, and Scott twisted his body, breaking the kiss for a few seconds so he could rearrange their position, still on Thomas’s lap, but facing him.
The shape of Thomas’s tongue sent a pleasant chill down Scott’s body. The forked tip poked at him, and he smiled.
“Don’t laugh at me,” Thomas mumbled.
“I wasn’t.” Scott pressed his mouth to Thomas’s again, waiting until Thomas was ready to go again.
Thomas moved it differently to anyone Scott had ever kissed before, experimenting with it against Scott’s, licking, flexing, stabbing.
Scott broke the kiss, wanting Thomas’s tongue against this throat. He lifted his chin, making it obvious. Thomas’s licks were firm, pushing against Scott’s jugular, feeling his pulse. His fingers dug into Scott’s back, keeping him captive as he licked up and down his neck.
“I want to make you come again,” Scott gasped, and once the words were out of his mouth, they were all he could think about. He looked into Thomas’s eyes. “Please let me.”
Thomas watched him through a squint. “Is this an act?”
“It’s not a fucking act, Thomas.” Scott squeezed his shoulders. His eyes were burning at even the hint of the accusation. “I want to do this for no other reason than I want to do it.”
“Okay,” Thomas breathed. He bit his lip while touching Scott’s mouth. “Make me come.”
Scott slipped from Thomas’s lap onto the floor. He made quick work of Thomas’s trousers, and Thomas lifted his hips to help Scott get them down his legs. He swirled his tongue around the wet head of Thomas’s cock, then took him into his mouth.
Scott looked up at Thomas while he sucked, but Thomas split his attention between the action going on between his legs and the footage on screen. He cursed softly, spreading his thighs apart. Scott brought his hand into the mix, jerking Thomas’s cock while suckling the head.
“Christ, Scott,” Thomas moaned. His hips jerked.
Scott tried to block out the sound of the video playing, the pump, and the buzz, and his own cries of pleasure. It was disorienting to hear himself like that when his mouth was stuffed full of Thomas.
Thomas brushed a hand over Scott’s hair, loosening the stuck strands. He didn’t say anything but breathed hard, and fast.
The other Thomas, the one on screen, he was talking, though.
He was speaking to that Scott, the past one, murmuring softly.
“Who would’ve thought,” Past-Thomas said, pausing to exhale. The pump and vibrator both got louder. “Who would’ve thought you’d be so…”
He didn’t finish.
The pump and vibrator stopped. Thomas said Scott’s name, speaking to him in a soft, urgent tone, asking him to wake up, come back to him.
Scott’s grunt was quickly followed by a sigh of relief.
Then there was no sound at all. The video had stopped.
Thomas swelled inside him, pushing against the side of his cheek, making it ache. Scott pulled off before he could come, panting as he asked, “What were you going to say?”
“What?” Thomas asked, lifting his hips, trying to get Scott to take him back into his mouth.
“Who would’ve thought…” Scott started, needing to know.
Thomas licked his lips. “Who would’ve thought you’d be so perfect for me…”
Scott’s smile made his face ache. He blinked back the sting in his eyes, took Thomas in his hand and his mouth and made him come hard down his throat.