Chapter Chad Brand
It had been five days since his night with Chad when Peter found the note in his kitchen. He had just gone to make himself a cup of coffee, wondering if he had milk or if he needed to call down for some, when he spotted the piece of paper lying on the counter.
Thank you for last night, I had a great time. Sorry I had to run—signed up for morning classes.
Chad Brand
Peter read the note twice, tracing the phone number on the bottom of the page with his finger. He didn’t know whether to laugh or slam his fist on the counter. Why couldn’t Chad have left the note in the living room, study, bedroom, hallway or any of the rooms that Peter actually used?
It would have saved him so much fucking grief.
Heart beating uncharacteristically fast, Peter pulled out his phone and dialed Chad’s number. As he listened to it ring, he consoled himself that at least now he wasn’t coming across as being at all desperate or clingy.
“Hello?”
Peter’s cock twitched at the sound of Chad’s voice.
“Chad, this is Peter Tank. I’m sorry I didn’t call you sooner, I’ve just had a lot on my plate. How are you?”
“Peter,” Chad exclaimed, sounding surprised but pleased. “Don’t worry about it. I’m in California, actually. My dad was sick so I flew out to help.”
A knot of tension Peter hadn’t even been aware of loosened in his belly. He’d been worried that Chad would be hesitant or cold when he called, but that wasn’t the case at all. He leaned back against the counter and crossed his ankles, relaxing.
“I’m sorry to hear that. Is he going to be okay?” Peter already knew the answer, but he didn’t want Chad to know that. He was entirely aware that he’d crossed several lines by keeping track of Chad the way that he was.
“He’s going to be fine. I’m actually flying back tomorrow.”
Peter grinned. He felt like a teenager talking to Chad. There was an honest-to-God flutter in his stomach at the thought of seeing the younger man, and his balls felt full and heavy between his legs.
“That’s great. Would you like to go out with me sometime after you get back?”
“Like a date?” Chad sounded happy, and Peter grinned.
“Yes,” Peter said. He wasn’t entirely sure what he wanted from Chad, only that his feelings were a bit more possessive than they had any right to be. But a date was a good place to start.
“I’d like that, sure. When?” There was no hesitation in Chad’s voice. Peter reached down and fondled his shaft through the front of his suit, closing his eyes and imagining just what he’d like to do to Chad after—or during—their date.
“When have you signed up for morning classes? I don’t want a repeat of last time.” Peter kept his voice light.
“Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays,” Chad said, sounding a little embarrassed. “And I’m sorry about that, by the way. I should have woken you up to say goodbye.”
Peter agreed wholeheartedly, but he didn’t say it. “That’s fine. I didn’t tell you either way, so you didn’t do anything wrong. How about Wednesday night?”
That should give Chad a day or two to get settled in after his trip home.
“I’d like that.” Chad sounded happy, and Peter loved that he wasn’t trying to seem cool and unaffected. He decided he should follow suit and demonstrate a bit of the enthusiasm he was feeling too.
“Good. I’ll pick you up at seven.”
Chad tried to argue that he didn’t need to be picked up, but Peter shot him down.
Picking Chad up was a small but significant display of dominance.
Peter didn’t want to start things off with the younger man on too equal of a footing.
If Chad couldn’t handle submitting outside of the bedroom too, it was better they found out now.
“Have a nice flight home, and I’ll see you on Wednesday,” Peter said, ending the call. He pushed away from the counter, coffee forgotten, and headed to the living room.
Getting comfortable on the sofa, his legs spread wide as he unzipped his fly to free his rock-hard cock, Peter picked up the remote and turned on the DVD player.
Two alphas appeared on screen, both of them dressed in tight leather pants, their muscles and cocks bulging beautifully, and Peter started jerking himself off.
As the stronger alpha quickly subdued his opponent, wrestling him into a leather hood and cuffing his arms behind his back, Peter’s balls pulled up and his cock twisted. Closing his eyes, imagining Chad bound and laid out before him, he shot his load all over his chest.
Milking his knot, the sound of the alpha on screen fucking into his submissive filling the room, Peter relaxed his head back against the couch and allowed himself a moment to just enjoy the fantasy.
When his balls were empty and his cock went soft, Peter cleaned himself off with a towel. He wondered if Chad would ever let him do anything like that to him for real. It was one thing to be held down and fucked, and quite another to be bound in head-to-toe leather with a gag shoved in your mouth.
Aiden, or any of the alphas he’d tried dating, had let him get as kinky and controlling as he wanted.
Tucking his spent cock back into his pants, the smell of come lingering on his skin, Peter hoped that Chad would be different.
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