Chapter 6
6
L ike I said, I’m thinking I’m not a sub.
I’m not sure I’m into it.
He’s not a man you would take as a sub.
Willful, strong, hungry for a struggle.
I’m not a Chrissy.
“Ugh.” Leo sat up in bed with a sigh. He obviously wasn’t sleeping tonight.
All he could think about was that boy .
He knew most people wouldn’t continue to call the boy by a name he didn’t prefer, but Neil called him that, and Leo needed to see what the boy would accept from him. If the boy protested again, he’d relent, but not tonight.
He scrubbed his face with his hands, smoothed out his beard, and hauled his big frame out of bed. Maybe he needed a snack.
He hit the head first, pulled on Olaf pajama pants and wandered into the kitchen. Maybe some toast and a glass of water.
But even as he filled his glass, he knew it wasn’t water he needed.
He could see the lights on in his boy’s room. He knew Chrissy was up as well, struggling, fighting.
He swallowed half the glass of water and set it down on the counter. He wasn’t feeling patient, and he should leave the boy alone, but he didn’t lose sleep over anything.
Just Chrissy.
He needed to know.
“Chrissy?” He knocked lightly on the boy’s door.
“I—Uhn… uh-huh?” Oh, that was a husky, raw sound.
Damn . He cleared his throat. “When you uh… I was going to—” Awkward. So fucking awkward. “You know what? Never mind.”
“No… no, please! I’m coming.”
Whoa.
“That’s… what it sounds like.” And he was torn between giving the boy his privacy and busting in to watch.
“Gimme… I just gotta… fuck…” Chrissy came to the door in nothing but a tiny pair of workout shorts, cheeks and belly flushed, cock clearly outlined in the gray fabric.
Oh, he liked that look on the boy. Lovely. He chose to ignore that his cock did too. “Everything all right?”
“Uh-huh. You good? I was a little… I was… yeah.” Chrissy licked his lips.
They probably tasted good.
“Mhm. I get it.” His cock was happier than Olaf right now, and he was starting to wonder what he was thinking. “I can’t sleep.”
“Me neither. Hence the…” Chrissy made the universal jack-off motion.
He stepped through the door and into Chrissy’s sparse room. “Did you finish the job?”
“No. You want to…” Chrissy met his gaze, those eyes burning. “I’m aching, man. I want to.”
“Uh-huh. I want to.” He caught Chrissy by the nape and bent to kiss him, tasting those lips for himself.
Chrissy groaned, hands immediately going to his head to hold them together.
He’d meant to ask questions before going this far, but they would wait. This was happening, and they both needed it. He pulled Chrissy in with his other hand, lifting the boy off his feet.
“Yes.” The single word was hard and hungry, and Chrissy wrapped those strong legs around his waist.
Yes was good. Whatever else, yes was good.
Leo turned them and bent over the bed, dumping Chrissy onto his back. It took him seconds to lose his PJ bottoms, and he stared down at his boy, chest heaving.
Chrissy sat right up, hand on his cock, circling and jacking him good and hard, thumb working his slit.
He groaned, knees almost buckling at the touch. He braced a hand on Chrissy’s shoulder. “Give me your mouth, boy.”
“Fuck yes. You’re so friggin’ fine.” Chrissy opened up, tongue slapping his tip before heat surrounded the head of his prick.
Oh hell, yes. That was what the doctor ordered. He tangled his fingers in Chrissy’s hair as he groaned and leaned toward the boy. “Hot mouth. Jesus.”
Chrissy worked him like a master, sucking and licking, fighting to take him, inch after inch.
He didn’t fight it for a second. He knew what he wanted, and what Chrissy wanted too, and they’d both be perfectly happy before long. He let the boy push him, drive him toward his orgasm, making his balls ache and the heat twist and spiral in his gut.
Clever fingers rolled his balls, cupped them, slipped behind and tapped the sensitive strip of skin they found there. That sent electricity through his body, making him buzz.
“Boy…” Leo growled a warning, fingers wrapped around Chrissy’s head. He was right on the edge.
Chrissy hummed deep in his throat, and that touch stroked his hole, bold and brash.
He nodded as he shot, trembling as fire coursed through his veins. It seemed to go on for eons, blood roaring in his ears, and he groaned when he finally started to come down, finding a shaky deep breath. “Jesus, Chrissy.”
Chrissy licked his shaft, teasing him, playing with him.
Driving him insane.
He was still catching his breath, but he lifted Chrissy to his feet and kissed him to stop the teasing and because he needed the connection.
Chrissy tasted like him—bitter and salty—and his lips were hot and swollen.
He slid his hand down the length of Chrissy’s arm and took his hand, pulling him toward the bedroom door. “Come with me.”
“Coming…” Oh, that was a low, hungry sound.
His bed was bigger, and his supplies were in the nightstand. He already expected Chrissy to stay the night with him.
“Your mouth is something special,” Leo said, stopping near the foot of his bed. He tucked his fingers under the waistband of Chrissy’s shorts and pushed them down a little, but it was just a gesture. He expected the boy to remove them himself. “Take these off.”
“I’m sure I have something sarcastic to say, but I want this too bad to be an ass.” Chrissy stripped the shorts right off.
“Another time, I might be into that. Right now, I just want your cock, boy.” His voice was so rough he almost didn’t recognize it.
“Fuck yes. Lube.” Chris nodded, eyes focused. “How do you want it?”
He moved deliberately because his knees were still weak, and the promise of the boy’s cock made him dizzy. “Hard. But if you mean position, that might take a little experimentation.” He was big, Chrissy… wasn’t. He tossed the boy his favorite bottle of lube.
Chrissy caught it one-handed and motioned to the bed. “You’re not that big. I can make sure you feel me.”
He pressed a rubber into Chrissy’s hand. “Then I want to see your face.”
“You know it.” Chrissy’s smile was beautiful, if a little wolfish. “Bed, please.”
He got in bed and sat up on his elbows, bending one knee to the side to give Chrissy some motivation to hurry up. “Next time, you’ll get your ass smacked for ordering me around, boy.”
“I said please. That’s not ordering.” Chrissy slicked up his fingers. “When I tell you to take me, that might be an order.”
“Pushy subs.” They had so much to talk about. But he didn’t want to talk anymore. “Give me those fingers, boy.”
“My pleasure.” Chrissy hummed deep in his chest and moved in, fingers pressing into his hole, slick and hot.
“Mmm. Yeah.” He bent that leg a little farther, eyes moving from Chrissy’s face, which was half-covered by wild hair, to the boy’s stiff prick.
“Gonna make you feel so good. Want to hear you moan.” Chrissy pushed in deeper, fingers driving into him, spreading him wide.
He moaned on cue and lay back flat in the pillows, ignoring the quiet voice telling him Doms didn’t let their subs have this kind of control. He’d dealt with that long ago, and although he could never seem to banish it entirely, that voice was nothing more than a nuisance now, and it retreated quickly as he relaxed for Chrissy, so ready for the boy to give him what he wanted. What he needed.
“So fucking hot and tight. You’re going to feel like Heaven around my cock.” Chrissy touched him fearlessly, focusing on his pleasure, on slicking and stretching him.
Chrissy’s touch was making him ache, and his cock was already trying to take interest. He loved sex talk too, and the way Chrissy was vocal without sounding dominant. “Want you, boy. Now.”
Chrissy searched his eyes. “You’re ready? I won’t hurt you.”
How sweet was that? Leo sat up on an elbow again so he could touch the boy’s face, returning the look. “Thank you. And I’m not going to break either.”
“Okay. Good.” Chrissy leaned into his hand for a second, and then he hummed and pulled his fingers away. Chrissy gloved up, turning just enough for him to see a stunning birds and such tattoo on Chrissy’s back, and then slicked up, stroking himself before that thick head spread his hole.
“Yeah. Good.” Leo dropped back into the pillows and bent his other knee out to the side in clear acceptance of the offer.
Chrissy stroked in deep, hips moving in slow, sure motions, filling him up. The boy’s confidence was such a turn-on, so sexy.
The sound he made was part groan and part satisfied sigh. “God, you feel so good.”
“You’re tight as hell, like magic.” Chrissy’s hips moved like he was dancing. “Want to make it good for you.”
“Such a—” He groaned as Chrissy moved, stroking inside him just right. “Good boy.” He wanted Chrissy to come so hard the boy saw blazing stars.
“Mmm… I felt that.” Chrissy repeated the motion, sending lightning chasing up his spine.
“Yes!” He gasped, one hand reaching for Chrissy but not connecting with anything. “More.”
“Oh, hell yes.” The boy was relentless, driving into him, pushing in a rhythm that was guaranteed to make him scream.
He lit up from his ass to his eyeballs. Every thrust felt so good, and Chrissy’s touch was deep and just right. But he was patient now; he’d already gotten off and he intended to hold out until his boy fell apart. He took a breath and concentrated, ass gripping that cock tighter.
“Fuck!” Chrissy arched, a deep flush clawing up that flat belly as he sank in deeper.
“Yes. So pretty. I want to feel you come, boy.” Leo wanted to see it too.
“Y-you? What about you?” Oh, sweet boy.
He dropped a hand to his freshly happy prick and stroked it a couple of times, which made him groan and spasm around Chrissy. “Close too.”
“Cool. Cool. Cool…” Chrissy started to shake, lips parted, face going lax as the rhythm faltered. “Gonna.”
“Yeah. Gonna…” He could get on that train. He watched Chrissy as the boy pegged him just right and tugged on his prick, shivering with his second climax of the night.
Chrissy’s grip joined his, threatening to pop the top off his head as he squeezed.
He gulped air and groaned, loving the way he rippled and contracted around his boy’s cock.
“Come on… tell me… lemme hear it. Need to know we’re good.” Demanding, needy man.
Funny that a boy who insisted he wasn’t a sub wanted a direct order. It made him grin. “Come for me, boy. Let’s see it.”
Chrissy bucked, eyes rolling back in his head as he bit out a cry. Oh, that was pretty.
Leo soaked in every second of the boy’s orgasm, then pulled Chrissy down into his arms. He took a second to tie off the rubber and toss it before settling with the boy, both of them still breathing hard. “Beautiful.”
“Uhn.” Chrissy shivered against him for a second, then melted into him.
“Mhm.” He felt like a million bucks. A boneless and really tired million bucks. He hadn’t forgotten the things they needed to clarify between them, but it wasn’t going to happen right now. Chrissy half-disappeared in his arms, and he grinned, letting his eyes close. “If I smother you, just pinch me or something.”
“Uh-huh. You’re so warm, man. Naptime.”
So warm, Sir. But Chrissy wasn’t complaining that he was too hot.
“Sleep. Sleep time.” That was not a nap event. That was a crash and be glad he didn’t have to get up early tomorrow event.
“Mmm…” Chrissy didn’t argue. He just nodded and snuggled in and held on.