Chapter Ten #2
“For the next two months,” Vincent said, rolling onto his side with his back to Jasper. “Now, pet. And don’t burn down my kitchen.”
Jasper stared a moment longer in disbelief before crawling out of bed.
He headed to the bathroom, still grumbling under his breath as he made his way down to the kitchen.
He had half a mind to call Keith and ask if this was really part of the deal, but now that he thought about it, it wasn’t like they could do nothing but have sex the entire time he was here.
Not that he was against trying.
The kitchen was well stocked, and when he found a container of blueberries, he settled on blueberry pancakes. They were half gone and were about to start wrinkling, so he picked out the bad ones and dumped the rest in the batter.
If this was really going to be how his next several weekends went, he’d have to learn how to cook better.
He could at least make simple things, but he was nowhere near “making spaghetti sauce from scratch” good.
Though considering how well Vincent was at cooking, why the hell was he stuck making breakfast?
Lazyass rich people.
Vincent joined him when Jasper was sliding the last deformed pancake onto a plate, and he paused at the sight of them with a soft laugh.
Jasper glared. “I said I could cook. Not cook well,” he grumbled. He took a plate and a glass of milk to the table, wincing as he sat, but it wasn’t as bad as he’d expected. “What do you plan on doing to me today?”
“Why would I tell you?” Vincent asked, settling next to him.
“Because I asked?”
Vincent raised an eyebrow, then turned back to his pancakes and took an almost hesitant bite. “Surprisingly edible.”
“Ass,” Jasper muttered. He glared as he shoved a forkful into his mouth.
“For someone at my mercy, you seem determined to test my patience,” Vincent replied, though he sounded more amused than anything.
Jasper smirked. “What are you going to do, spank me?”
Vincent chuckled, and it had far more dark amusement than it had previously. “You said maybe to orgasm denial.”
Jasper swallowed a whimper. Fuck. He had said maybe to that. But to be fair, he was sure everything seemed better in the controlled environment of his imagination.
He licked syrup off his lips and let out a slow breath. “How long?”
Vincent took another bite. “It’s not about the duration. But for your mouth so far, I’ll say tonight.”
An entire day of Vincent likely tormenting him and not letting him get off? It sounded like torture. Wonderful torture. He really hoped the “wonderful” outweighed the “torture” part.
“Okay.” He was going to regret that, but he’d gotten through the last week without touching himself. This couldn’t be too much harder, right?
IT WAS so, so much harder. In every way.
Jasper had been half hard since breakfast, and the cock ring Vincent put on him made everything more surreal. And intimate. And arousing.
Vincent set up on the sofa with his laptop, doing Rich People Things, and Jasper didn’t exactly have anything of his own to do.
He didn’t have any coursework due on Monday, so he took the chance to relax.
Sprawled out on the sofa. Found a movie on Vincent’s hundreds of cable channels.
Even managed to rest his head in Vincent’s lap without being pushed away.
By that afternoon, he was used to the way Vincent would casually touch him while he worked. The idle stroke of fingers through Jasper’s hair or the not-so-idle toying with his nipples. But even getting used to the touches didn’t make it any easier to control his body’s reaction to them.
He’d gotten fully hard after lunch when Vincent pinned him against the fridge and kissed him for several long minutes. Several glorious minutes that could have lasted forever for all Jasper cared. He couldn’t remember ever being kissed like that.
Like Vincent was interested in kissing him for the sake of kissing him, rather than it leading directly to sex.
And then Vincent pulled away, his hazel eyes a golden ring around his large pupils. Then he smirked, groped Jasper’s still-pink ass, and walked away.
Jasper stood in the kitchen for minutes after, still pinned to the fridge by the ghost of Vincent’s touch. Damn. He swallowed a whine as he watched Vincent settle in his place on the sofa and get back to work.
His body refused to cool down, but he didn’t mind. He liked the slow curl of heat winding its way through his limbs. His lips still tingled from the press of Vincent’s teeth.
He finally pushed off the fridge and ran his fingers over his lips, slowly making his way back to the sofa.
He gave up trying to get his “problem” to go away, especially since he was mostly naked and hyperaware of every time Vincent so much as glanced at him.
Which only served to heighten his arousal.
So far the “wonderful” part of this whole adventure was about even with the “torture.”
Not long after that, Vincent finally put his laptop aside and turned his full attention on Jasper. “Have you learned your lesson?”
Jasper tilted his head away from the action movie he’d found. “Was I supposed to learn a lesson, Sir?”
Vincent snorted. “Not if you’re enjoying your situation that much. If that’s the case, I’ll have to find something else to torment you with.”
Jasper licked his lips, enjoying the subdued warmth that spread through him at the non-threat. “Promise?”
“How have you avoided the scene this long?” Vincent asked dryly.
Jasper shrugged. “I didn’t think it really existed outside of porn or the web until I moved in with Amber.” He crawled across the cushion between them and settled into Vincent’s side, nuzzling at his shoulder.
“Do you know what cockwarming is?”
Oh fuck. “Basically?” He blinked when Vincent didn’t continue, realizing he was actually waiting for Jasper to agree.
That was as surprising as it was a relief, but there was still a teeny tiny part of him that wanted to be ordered.
Maybe even forced. That’s how this was supposed to work, after all.
“Do—I mean, I’ll cockwarm you. Sir.” He didn’t even squeak.
Vincent’s eyes darkened as he spread his knees. “Get a towel.”
Jasper hopped up, taking the stairs two at a time and retrieving his towel from last night from the bathroom.
He paused with his hands braced on the sink, nerves and excitement making him momentarily queasy.
Gods, what was he doing? Really? He’d known this wouldn’t all be restraints and spanking, but it was still exciting to branch into other things.
Even something that was basically a prolonged blowjob.
He could do this. Especially since Vincent wanted it. Wanted him. Or at least Jasper’s mouth.
He took a deep breath and headed downstairs to hand over the towel.
Vincent pointed to the throw pillow between his feet. “On your knees.”
Once Jasper was settled, Vincent pushed his sweats down and draped the towel over his lap.
He reached over to the end table and pulled a condom out of the drawer, deftly opened it and rolled it on.
Then he motioned Jasper closer, guiding Jasper’s arms around his waist. “You’re going to sit like this, with my cock in your mouth.
Don’t suck or swallow or try to get me hard. Understand?”
Jasper shivered, his own cock hardening again. Not that it had waned much. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good. When you’re ready.”
Jasper licked his lips, glad Vincent wasn’t ordering him to get right to it no matter how much he expected otherwise.
He shifted his legs to sit sideways instead of kneeling, getting as comfortable as he could.
Then he leaned in and opened his mouth. He wrapped his lips around Vincent’s cock, wrinkling his nose at the taste of rubber.
He took a breath and slowly inched his way down.
It took every ounce of control not to start sucking Vincent off, but he managed to keep still.
Vincent sighed, burying a hand in Jasper’s hair. “Good boy,” he purred, scratching at Jasper’s scalp. “Relax, pet. You’re going to be there a while.”
Jasper moaned and closed his eyes, taking slow breaths through his nose and forcing his tongue to stay still. Gods, this was weird. And hot. And a little humiliating. At least they were alone and no one could walk in on them.
After a few minutes, he was finally able to relax, sinking into Vincent’s lap with a low moan.
In none of his fantasies had he ever imagined he’d be on the floor with some guy’s cock sitting in his mouth.
This was certainly not what he’d expected for the weekend, but he was happy he was finally able to touch Vincent.
He dared to wiggle his fingers until his fingertips settled against the warm skin of Vincent’s hips.
Vincent sighed again and seemed to relax into the couch, his fingers continuing to stroke through Jasper’s hair as he turned the TV up a bit.
It was strangely intimate. Even more intimate than Vincent fucking him last night. He could practically feel Vincent’s heartbeat through his cock, beating a steady rhythm against Jasper’s tongue.
“If you need to stop, tug my shirt,” Vincent murmured.
Jasper couldn’t help the soft hum as warmth spread through him. He hadn’t even thought about how he was supposed to safeword it he needed to. He carefully took Vincent a little deeper into his mouth and went still.
The towel soaked up the drool that leaked past his lips, and he tried not to be grossed out by it.
He could only imagine how good it felt for Vincent, having his dick resting in a hot, wet mouth.
He wanted to ask if he was doing it right, if Vincent was enjoying it, but if he wasn’t, Vincent surely would have said something by now.
Minutes ticked by as he slowly gave himself over to whatever this was. Being a sub? He was a bona fide sub now, wasn’t he? With a proper contract and everything. It might not have been what he’d expected, but somehow this felt like what he’d been wanting ever since he saw those first kinky pornos.