Chapter 9
They meet with the others and are then ordered to leave the training area. Colton assumes there were cameras on them or something. They don’t walk out alone. All of the attention is on Graham. And Colton. At least, that’s how it feels.
“Graham and I are going by medical. He hurt his hand. I’ll handle him from here.”
Director Fein glances back and forth between them until Graham nods in agreement. “I’ll have the doctor come to your quarters.”
“Interfering bastard,” Graham mutters.
Colton inhales sharply, expecting to get in trouble. But Graham isn’t military and Fein snorts in amusement and walks away.
“Let’s go,” Graham says and they get into a car and are driven to an apartment block twenty minutes away. It looks to be the back side of the same building he was initially brought to. Which would make sense, Whitestone keeping their operatives accessible.
He keeps an eye on Graham, his own dominance rising as the submissive next to him starts to struggle. It’s visible.
“The other day when we met, you had a lot of energy. Anger. Your demeanor is different now.”
“I don’t want to fight you. Which means I can’t fight how I feel.
Usually, I know it’s coming and I’m just trying to stay ahead of the drop.
I think that if I don’t stop fighting, then I won’t give in.
Or… I don’t know. A doctor told me once that getting energy out, as much as possible before the drug, might help me come out of the drop sooner.
If I’m worn down enough, then maybe the drug will make me submit more, and I might… come more,” Graham says, embarrassed.
“That’s plausible,” Colton says, though he doesn’t really know. He needs to look up the drug regimen Graham is on so he has a better idea of his experiences.
Graham sighs. “I have no idea.” He flicks a glance over at Colton. “Now it’s your problem.”
Colton puts a hand on the back of Graham’s neck. “That’s right. Now it’s my problem.”
Graham stumbles from the touch and pulls away. “Don’t. I can’t.”
“Sorry. I didn’t realize it was that bad.”
“Oh yeah, I’m clinging on by a thread,” Graham says, chuckling. Though it’s true.
They go into the building and to Graham’s apartment, the doctor already there to meet them. “Private,” she says, smiling at him. “Nice to see you again.”
He says hello and looks around the apartment while she takes Graham’s vitals, his dominance needing to know the layout of where they’ll both be vulnerable.
And he wants to know everything about Graham. This is where his submissive lives. This is his view.
The living room and kitchen are tidy. On the right is a door, likely a bedroom. A hallway branches out from the left. Two more doors. A bedroom and a bathroom? Or is one a closet? How big is this place?
“I’ll be right back,” Graham says, giving Colton a moment to talk to the doctor. As if his own drop doesn’t concern him. Maybe he really has decided it’s Colton’s problem to fix.
Graham goes into the bedroom.
“His levels are terrible. Get him to come as soon as possible. Please let us know when that’s done.
Check his levels with this monitor,” the doctor says and holds it out for Colton to take.
“It’ll send a reading down to us. Ideally, you’d check him after each sexual encounter.
But, I realize that isn’t always possible.
And if you need help, you can press this button and we’ll be here in forty-five seconds. ”
It’s a worrying statement and a reminder that Graham didn’t want to let him close last time. Not at first.
“How many times should he come?”
The doctor blinks at him. “As many as you both can manage. Your needs will rise to meet his. Stay hydrated,” she says.
She isn’t joking. “Trying to satisfy an enhanced designation is not easy,” she says.
“You both have high designations but who knows how that plays out behind closed doors. We’ve brought some aids and toys to help the process.
” The doctor gestures to a plastic bag on the counter.
He escorts the doctor out and locks the apartment door.
Now what?
He hears the shower turn on.
He’s glad to have a moment to think about how this should go. For Graham. He doesn’t dare think about what he himself might want. It doesn’t matter. He’ll be satisfied. It’s Graham that’s the concern.
Colton takes off various weapons and his jacket, then his boots, and goes to the sink to wash his hands.
Which is when Graham appears. He’s pale but clean and covered in water droplets. He’s holding a towel around his waist but it’s doing the bare minimum to conceal an impressively large erection.
“You’re here,” Graham says as he comes toward the kitchen. It’d be cute if it didn’t imply that he’d expected Colton to have changed his mind.
Graham frowns at the items on the counter. “What’s this?”
“The doctor brought them.”
Colton keeps his distance, leaning against the counter, watching Graham while he investigates. Graham’s brows rise. He reaches into the bag and pulls out a small syringe. “Is this…”
“It’s for lubricant.” Colton’s arms are crossed and he wills his cock to calm down. Nothing is happening yet. “It’s called a lube shooter. That way you don’t have to worry about getting your partner slicked up inside. It’s used for anal sex.”
“Oh.” He puts it down. He blushes rather adorably.
Does he really not know? And Colton can’t parse how Graham feels about the suggestion. “Which we certainly don’t have to do. You look worried.”
“That’s not how I’m feeling,” he says, looking Colton up and down like he’s a steak on legs.
Colton holds up a hand when Graham takes a step forward, stopping him from moving any closer. “Just a moment. We should talk about what’s going to happen. What you want out of this experience.”
“Are you going to be here in the morning?” Graham asks, dragging his gaze from Colton’s mouth to his eyes.
“If you’ll let me, then yes, I am.”
“If my levels aren’t good in the morning, will you stay longer?” he asks, carefully blank. The answer is a lot more important than Graham is letting on.
“I don’t have to be back on base for seventy-two hours,” he says with a smile. “I’ll go when the time is up or when you kick me out and not a moment before.”
Graham blinks. “I heard you had to be convinced to leave me?”
It’s interesting that Graham is asking this again. When Colton has already told him it was hard to let Graham go.
“Yeah. That’s true.” Now he’s looking at Graham’s mouth, imagining kissing it, putting his dick in between those plush lips. “I think it’s going to be true this time, too. Why the hell would I want to let you go?”
Graham starts moving forward again. He stops close to Colton and drops the towel. “In that case, you can do whatever you want to me.” As if to make his point, he drops down to his knees, puts his hands on Colton’s clothed thighs. His eyes are pleading.
Colton wants to touch him. He wants to stroke a finger across Graham’s lips, slide it into his mouth, get his cock out and feed it to him. He’s rapidly making a mental list of what he wants to do to Graham Knox.
“I should shower.”
“I don’t care. I just want you,” he says and buries his face in Colton’s crotch, breathing him in.
Graham’s hand goes between his own legs, around his hard cock, and he begins to jerk himself off, hard and aroused.
He moves his face to the crease of Colton’s thigh and mouths at his balls through the fabric and then along his shaft.
“You didn’t use me. That’s all I keep thinking.
I was on my knees for you and you didn’t let me. Will you let me now?”
Graham shouldn’t have to ask. He’s a submissive. He should get the relief of being ordered to do something for his Dominant. He should get the pleasure of being used.
“Yeah, I’ve gotta feel your mouth on me. Take me out, sweetheart.”
Graham groans, uses one hand awkwardly on Colton’s clothing while he continues to touch himself.
“Two hands.”
Graham huffs but takes his hand off his cock and gets Colton’s pants and underwear down. He looks up at him pleadingly, hand straying back down toward his weeping erection, unable to stay away, and Colton nods, loving the way Graham moans as he starts jerking off again.
Graham takes Colton as deep into his mouth as he can, sucking and licking everything he can reach. He’s frantic, needy and whimpering in no time. He’s gripping his own cock rather desperately as tears slide down his cheeks, and Colton stops him, puts a hand on his jaw.
“What is it? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Graham says. He hauls in a deep breath.
“We wait here until you tell me, baby. You’re mine now.
I’m taking care of you. Your tears, your cock, your ass, it’s all mine now.
You don’t lie and you don’t keep things from me.
Do not test my patience.” He lets a little bit of his dominance loose, has been keeping such a tight rein on his own desires that it feels good.
His cock is throbbing, and the desire to just grab Graham, to use him to come and get some relief, spills through him.
No.
Not now. Not yet.
“I will wait you out,” Colton says, their gazes locked until Graham looks away, conceding.
Graham slumps down so his ass rests on his ankles, looking defeated.
His voice wavers. “It’s always difficult for me to come.
I want you and I need to… I need to come.
I tried in the shower and I had to give up.
And now we’re here and what if…” He swallows.
“I wish it wasn’t so difficult. I should have gotten the stimulant but I had hoped I wouldn’t need it.
Not with you. And I worry you won’t want to be with someone that can’t get off easily. If I have to go to medical—”