Chapter 3 #2
“I’m here for you,” Colton whispers. “If you let me help you, I’ll make sure you don’t regret it.”
Graham nods. Colton knows it’s not a real agreement. Graham is in distress and would agree to anything, but Colton doesn’t want Graham to suffer. He can help.
“Give me ten minutes to get the reading.”
She takes the monitor to a table next to a large bonding chair and leaves them alone again. He’s been so distracted by Graham and the punching bag that he didn’t realize this room had a chair made for a Dominant to hold a submissive.
“She’s gone,” he says. “I want to move us to the chair in the corner. Can you walk?”
Graham gets to his feet, releasing Colton slowly, and stumbles forward a step.
“Fuck. I’m dizzy,” he says.
Colton grabs him, drapes Graham’s arm over his shoulder, moving them both to the chair. Colton sits down but holds onto Graham’s hands, threading their fingers together as Graham stares blearily down at him.
“Across or riding?”
Graham blinks. “What?”
“I want you on my lap. We’re going to check your levels and you should be held for that.”
“Me?”
It’d be cute if it wasn’t so fucking sad. “Yeah, sweetheart. You. Please?”
Graham doesn’t answer, but he places one leg and then the other on either side of Colton’s thighs.
Colton is far enough back in the large, deep chair that there’s plenty of distance between them.
He’s also hard but Graham doesn’t need to feel it.
Graham rests his weight on top of Colton’s thighs and leans forward, trying to hunch closer.
It makes him wonder what Graham looked like before the designation. Was he smaller? Some of the transformations he’s seen have been incredible. It’s possible Graham gained six inches and a hundred-plus pounds.
Colton strokes his back in long, soft strokes, then rubs his arms, kneading the muscles. He finds the knots and digs in.
Graham moans in pleasure and asks him to go harder. He presses hard enough that Graham whimpers into his neck, and it’s the most beautiful fucking thing he’s ever heard.
“You sound amazing,” he says, because he has to say something.
He doesn’t say, You sound like you need my cock or Your noises make me want to come in you, so he figures that has to count as some restraint, at least. The way Graham is moaning and how hard Colton is working those tender areas are pretty big clues that Graham is likely a masochist.
“I can do the monitor if I can stay here on your lap.”
“Good. Of course you can stay. I want you here.”
Graham sighs. “I’m scared. Isn’t that stupid?”
“No. Of course it isn’t,” Colton says. He can’t help but press a quick kiss to the man’s temple.
It’s unusual, that a man like Graham has an aversion to needles, but so what?
If someone tried to make Colton eat beets, they’d see an overreaction as well.
A grown man gagging over a vegetable is pathetic. Or so he’s been told.
Colton picks up the monitor, which is a small handheld device. All he needs is a single drop of blood. It’s a pinprick. But Graham is in a drop and irrational, his emotions heightened. Including fear.
Graham lifts his head from Colton’s neck, cheeks pink, lips a flat, strained line. He’s tensing up, genuinely scared.
“Look at me, baby. You’re going to do so good for me. I know you are.”
Graham bites his lip. Tears fill his eyes. He offers his index finger, shaking as he does so.
“I can see you being brave, Graham. I see you.”
Graham blinks rapidly. Tears drip down his face. Just two perfect drops. The trust and vulnerability Graham is giving to him is stunning.
Colton’s cock aches in response. “Lovely,” he says, and he grips Graham’s hand firmly, brings the monitor close. “Do you want to meet my gaze while we do this?”
“If… if you want,” he says, sounding doubtful. Maybe he doesn’t believe Colton would want to see something so trivial?
“Yeah, I fucking want to watch you do this for me. I’ll be so proud of you, won’t I? We both know how hard this is for you. Do you want to do this for me, baby? Take this for me? Show me how strong you are.”
“Christ,” Graham says and shakes his head as if to clear it. “Yeah, I want that.”
“Good boy. I’ll tell you when. Is that okay?”
Graham shifts on Colton’s lap. The submissive is hard. The outline of his cock is easy to see. Not only is he hard, but he’s damp. There’s a wet spot where the head of Graham’s cock is. He’s leaking for Colton. That’s how turned on he is.
It’s a good sign, the first step in getting the hormone buildup out.
He places the device over Graham’s finger and looks back up, meets his gaze.
Graham’s nostrils flare in fear, and his thighs tighten around Colton’s. Neither of them looks away.
“I want this from you,” Colton growls.
Graham whimpers, presses his finger tighter against the device. Proof that he’s going to be good.
Colton pushes the button and Graham flinches hard when the needle pokes him, crying out like he’s just been whipped. It echoes around the large empty space and it makes Colton want to do more and worse to the submissive.
“Almost done. You were so good, perfect. Thank you,” he says, forcing himself to stay on mission and focus on Graham and not himself or them. He presses Graham’s finger to the test strip. The color change is instant. A purple so dark it’s almost black. Damn.
“Suck your finger. Show me,” he orders.
Graham puts his finger in his mouth, sucks the blood off obediently, waiting for further direction. Just like that the submissive is his to have and use. A little bit of pain and connection and they’re in this together now.
“You endured for me. How good you were,” Colton says, smiling at him.
Graham blushes.
Colton touches his hair and runs the back of his hand along Graham’s cheek. Graham presses close, utterly touch-starved. His levels are terrible.
Fortunately, Graham might let him help after all.