Chapter 12
12
L eo shuffled around the stock room in frustration, searching for a new set of nail clippers. He had a few extras somewhere, he knew he did; he was just low on patience this afternoon.
That was the reason he was doing this and not hanging out chatting with Lexie. He was itchy, and he felt a little short tempered. He was terrible company.
It wasn’t any mystery why he felt this way. It was Friday, and he’d been impatiently waiting for this weekend for what felt like an eternity. He needed Dom time with Chrissy more than he wanted to admit, not because his own needs concerned him, but because Chrissy’s were still a little unclear to both of them, and he was very worried about pushing the boy too hard.
He didn’t need Chrissy to call himself a sub. He didn’t care what the boy called himself so long as Chrissy could find a way to be okay with calling him Master.
And not at some time in the future.
This weekend.
And if not…
He puffed out a breath and rolled his eyes at himself. If not, he’d try again another weekend. Who was he kidding? He wanted a sub, but he wanted Chrissy more.
He needed Chrissy’s service, but he wanted the boy’s love.
His phone buzzed, a picture of Chrissy and two K9s-in-training making goofy faces at him.
He smiled instantly despite how unsettled he was feeling. How could he not? The dogs were adorable, and Chrissy looked so damn happy.
He made a goofy face too, making sure to get the messiest corner of the room in the picture, and sent that back to his boy. Part of him had to wonder if Chrissy knew how he was feeling and had sent that at this exact moment on purpose.
Maybe he didn’t need to wonder. He was pretty sure Chrissy understood.
He slid his finger across his phone and Les’s name popped up. It took him a second to realize that he’d somehow dialed and the phone was ringing.
Les. Huh.
Maybe that wasn’t as much of an accident as it seemed either.
“Leo! How are you? All is well, I hope?”
“Yes. I actually dialed you by accident. Everything is great. Well, almost everything. I mean, things are good. I just need to… figure some things out. But it’s all good.”
Jesus. What was that? He didn’t even believe himself.
“I’m a little wound up, I guess. I need to make some good decisions this weekend.”
“Okay, talk to me. Are you in a safe place to chat?”
Such a Dom.
He chuckled softly. “I am, thank you.” All alone in the chaotic storeroom. “It’s pretty simple. I’m afraid I want more than Chrissy is ready to give me… but I think I need to ask anyway.”
“Then ask. If he says no, he does. But Leo, what if he’s waiting for you to ask?”
“For me? He’s not waiting for me. I’m waiting for him.” They’d established that, hadn’t they? Chrissy didn’t know what he wanted, so he just had to wait. “I told him I’d be patient.”
“But he’s also a sub. He’s also searching for something you can give him.”
“He won’t use that word. Not that it changes the truth of it.” Chrissy did seem to be looking for something. “You think asking more might be what the boy needs to make up his mind? Is that what you mean?”
“I don’t know, my friend, but I do know, absolutely, that you have needs, and you need to discover his. Why won’t he say he’s a sub?”
“He thinks he failed his former Dom, which is not the case at all.” Leo hoped by now Chrissy understood that this relationship was different, but heartbreak like that, and such a huge violation of trust, were hard to get past. “I don’t think he understands what a sub really is. I’m hoping to clarify that for him this weekend.”
He did have needs. He knew himself pretty well, and he had plans for their weekend.
Les sighed softly. “It’s so difficult when they feel as if they’re not enough, when they’re hurt on a soul-deep level.”
He nodded to himself. “It really is. All I want to do is take that hurt away.”
“Then be honest with him. You both deserve this.” That was definite.
That was the truth. They did. Chrissy did. “You’re right. And honest is all I know how to be.” For better or worse.
“I’m sorry he’s been hurt, but in my experience, he’s putting himself in a space to be… yours.”
That was everything he wanted. “I’m fairly confident I know what he needs, but there’s a piece of me—a big piece—that wants him even if I’m wrong. That’s what I’m wrestling with, but I guess that’s a worry for another day. I know I can’t let that stop me from asking for what I need.” Saying that out loud was more helpful than all the internal things he’d been telling himself all day.
A soft chuckle sounded. “I trust you, Leo. The rumor is that Chris has found a home in you.”
“We’re a rumor?” He had to laugh. “I’ve never been a rumor.”
“Oh, yes you have. Subs talk about you all the time. Just not for this reason.”
He rolled his eyes, more amused than anything. “I had no idea.”
“You’re the big daddy of them all, right? The subs are all in a tizzy.”
“Oh, good grief.” He had to laugh though. He understood his reputation. And now he’d be the one that tamed the wild beast. That was funny. “Well, that should elevate Chrissy’s status nicely then.” He was kidding. Mostly. There did seem to be some sort of subs’ club at the bar. He’d only ever looked at that sideways; he didn’t really want to know.
“It should, although I’m not sure your boy cares. He’s an island. Kind and friendly enough, but not one for making close friends here.”
“I don’t know. Once he feels secure maybe…” And in the meantime, Chrissy had his dogs. “And I heard that ‘your’. I better go make it true. I’m glad I butt-dialed you, Les. I feel more confident.” Or at least more steady. “Thank you.”
“Anytime, my friend. It’s my pleasure.”
Some people just said that off the cuff, but with Les, he believed it. “I’m sure you’ll hear from me again soon. Bye for now.”
Leo hung up the phone and shoved it in his pocket.
He had his plans, and that phone call made him realize that he wanted to be home before Chrissy. He gave up on the clippers, which his tech should really find for him anyway.
“Lexie? What does my afternoon look like?”
She smiled and glanced at her phone. “You’ve had a cancellation, and you have a nail clip and standard vacs. You want to take off? We can deal with it.”
He smiled at Lexie, who somehow, without really knowing anything, knew everything. “I do. And you’re going to have to ask a tech to find clippers, I broke the pair I was using this morning.”
“You got it, Doc. Do you want the ones from this morning tossed or repaired?”
“Tossed, they’re toast,” he said, heading back to his office to grab his leather jacket. “Thanks.”
The assistants would be fine with the techs, and Lexie knew she could call any time, and he’d answer.
Although not this weekend. His boy had cleared the weekend, and Leo wasn’t on call, he’d already made that clear.
He waved goodnight to Lexie as he left and headed home.
By the time Leo heard Chrissy at the door, he’d showered, dressed, put on some background music, and settled on the couch. He’d decided to look the part, which he didn’t actually do often, but he felt like they could both use the visual reminder of who they were to each other tonight. His leather jeans were old friends, soft and comfortable after several years of wear, and his black T-shirt was simple and fit him well.
The red flogger in his fingers was newer, chosen from his collection just for Chrissy, though he wasn’t sure he’d use it. He’d just been playing with it while he waited for his boy to come home.
The cuffs, though? They were not just for show.
Chrissy came in, wet-haired and wearing clean sweats and a thin T-shirt. “Happy Friday!”
He let himself grin for a second because he really did adore the playful side of Chrissy, but he’d planned to make an impression and set the tone right away, so he schooled the look and stood, turning toward the door. “I’m glad you’re finally home, boy.”
“I’m not late. You’re ear—” Chrissy looked him up and down, words fading. “Hey.”
“I think you mean, ‘hello, Sir.’” He moved out from behind the couch, setting the flogger down where Chrissy could see it.
Chrissy dropped his backpack on the floor. “Hello, Sir?”
“Are you confused, boy? That sounded like a question.” He was moving slowly toward Chrissy as he spoke.
“Confused? No. No, not confused. Surprised.” Chrissy’s gaze dragged over his body like a touch.
“Hm. I did tell you I needed you this weekend.” He hooked a finger under Chrissy’s chin and lifted it slightly. “That I needed Dom time.”
“Yes, Sir. I was…” Chrissy licked his lips, eyes searching his.
“I know.” He took the kiss he wanted, fingers sliding around to the base of his boy’s skull.
His boy’s hands landed on his chest, flattening out and giving him something to feel.
“Mm.” He moved his other hand to his chest and caught Chrissy by the wrist, fingers wrapping all the way around it. “It’s good to see you too. But you’re a naughty boy.” He ignored the backpack Chrissy left on the floor for now and pulled him by that wrist toward the living room. “You showered at work?”
“I did. I wanted to come to you clean and fresh.” Chrissy followed along, only giving him a little bit of a tug.
A little bit was still something though. It felt like a little fight to win, and he tightened his grip just because he could. “I like that. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome… Sir.” Was that a moan? That was absolutely a moan.
“Good boy. That was better.” A deliberate ‘Sir’ was a good start, and if the boy wanted to test him, he was there for it. He lifted the wrist he had a hold of and looked into Chrissy’s gray eyes again. “My boy.”
“Am I?” That hint of need, that hunger, if he hadn’t been looking, he might have missed it. It was definitely there though, and the bratty tease hit all his buttons. Confidence settled into his shoulders—and his balls—and he took a breath before answering.
“You are.” He thought about Les’s suggestion that Chrissy was waiting for him to ask for more. There was no need to tiptoe around this. Chrissy was on board. He could see it in the boy’s eyes.
He caught Chrissy’s other wrist, pressed them together and held them in both hands. “My boy. Mine.”
He was proud of the way that came out, the low growl in his tone making his point perfectly.
This time, he felt Chrissy’s shiver, all along his body, and his boy’s lips parted.
Oh, yeah. Chrissy heard him.
He stayed perfectly still because he had his boy’s attention. “Do you need a bio break before we get started?”
“No, Sir. I took care of all that at the office.”
Those eyes were wicked as hell, sparkling, focused.
“Very well.” He didn’t let his amusement show. “Fuss and plotz are your safe words.” If anything were to pull him out of his headspace, it would be those words. They’d get the job done, but good grief. “Yes?”
“Yes, Sir. Fuss and plotz. You remembered.”
There was no reason that a boy should be surprised by that.
“I have an excellent memory.” He let the hint of a grin tug at the corner of his mouth. “You might want to keep that in mind.”
Chrissy surged up and forward, licking the corner of his mouth.
He let go of Chrissy’s wrists and fisted his fingers into the boy’s shaggy hair. “Naughty.”
“Mmhmm.” That didn’t seem to be apologetic.
Maybe his boy needed something to think about.
He scooped Chrissy right off his feet—one of the things he did enjoy about being his size—sat on one of his dining chairs and wrestled his boy over his knees.
This spot was particularly fun because there was no way Chrissy’s knees were going to reach the floor.
“What?” Chrissy bucked, hips rubbing against his thigh, proving that cock was responding right on cue.
The answer to that question was a solid swat to that wriggling ass.
And three more for good measure.
“Fuck, you have huge hands.” Chrissy grabbed his calf, holding on tight.
“I’m sorry, did you say something?” He added a couple of swats, allowing himself some fun and letting his boy rock a little. “I hear better when my boy is respectful.”
“You’re such a Daddy! I didn’t mean to fucking cuss!” Chrissy was doing that on purpose.
He wasn’t a Daddy.
Okay, maybe he was. A little.
“How many of these do you want, my boy?” It wasn’t a question of want; it was a question of need.
The sweats were easy to shove off the boy’s ass—with a little coaxing around that pretty, stiff prick—and they slid right down Chrissy’s thighs like a dream. He smoothed his hand over his boy’s warm cheeks, loving how it made Chrissy moan.
Chrissy spread for him, just the barest bit, and Leo didn’t even fight his smile.
He just… missed a little on his next smack, fingers tapping his boy’s balls. “No swearing. And be respectful. You know the rules. You’re a smart boy.”
“Yes, Sir. I know.” And that meant his boy broke them on purpose.
So Chrissy knew very well what he was in for. Leo landed a couple of good smacks to remind his boy that he could, but a spanking wasn’t his goal for the evening, and letting his boy get off before he did wasn’t either.
Chrissy wriggled for him, nice and easy, rubbing against his thighs.
“That’s my boy. Feeling good?” He rubbed the pink skin and gave one perfect cheek a squeeze. It disappeared almost entirely under his hand.
“Yes, Sir. You have good hands.”
Nice. Very nice.
“Friggin’ amazing.”
He growled but followed that with a grin he didn’t let his boy see. “I see how you are. Up.” He lifted his hands. “Up, up.”
“Up.” Chrissy groaned and pushed himself to sitting.
Leo caught him by the cock before the boy could get his pants back in place. “There is a set of cuffs on the coffee table; bring them to me.” He let Chrissy go. “You can pull your pants up first.”
Chrissy rolled his eyes and hitched his sweats up before heading to the coffee table to pick up the cuffs.
He did like that view, and the slight stiffness his boy had in his gait. Hopefully that would help Chrissy settle. The boy had walked in at about a hundred and ten on the nervous energy scale.
Now they were at… oh… eighty-five.
Chrissy brought him the cuffs, that pretty cock full in the sweats. “Here you go.”
“Thank you. Hold your wrists out.” Chrissy hesitated, and Leo could almost read the thoughts in his boy’s head. “Come on. A wrist, please.”
“Yes, Sir.” Both wrists were offered over, easy as you please. Bingo.
“Mm. Good boy.” He fastened the cuffs on each wrist. They were sturdy enough Chrissy couldn’t forget they were there but not so heavy as to be difficult to wear. He didn’t lock them together just yet. “How do you like them?”
“I like your hands better, but they still feel like you, somehow.”
“Don’t worry.” He slid his hands around Chrissy’s thighs and pulled him closer. “I’m holding onto you in other ways.”
Chrissy’s expression softened, and his boy came to him. “Oh. Yes.”
He loved the cuffs. He loved the visual and the way Chrissy found that level of respect he was asking for—at least long enough for him to put them on.
He pulled Chrissy into his lap. “You’re important to me, boy. You’re enough for me. I’m going to find out what’s enough for you.”
“I—” Chrissy pushed closer with an odd little hum. “You’re enough for me.”
He could hold his boy and let it go, but that wasn’t going to get either of them what they needed. He pushed for more. “Finish your thought, boy.”
“I don’t want to.” The words were belligerent, but the tone absolutely was not.
“Okay. I hear that, but why not?” He knew some of it—maybe all of it—went back to Chrissy’s former Dom, but that had become an obstacle they needed to get past now.
Chrissy met his eyes. “I could just get lost in you. I want to, but I can’t disappoint you. It would kill me.”
Poor boy, putting so much unnecessary pressure on himself. “I don’t see how you could possibly disappoint me by being yourself. It’s you I want. A hundred percent honest, unapologetic, you.”
“I’m falling in love with you.”
He held his boy’s gaze, intending to give that statement all the weight it deserved despite the tight, aching feeling that struck him in the chest and seemed to pull all the air from the room.
Damn .
He’d asked for honesty, and he’d gotten it.
Breathe, you idiot, he told himself, but the words he wanted to say just weren’t coming out right now.
Instead, he took a kiss, hard and strong like his life depended on it.
Chrissy cried out, cuffed hands twisting in his T-shirt as his boy opened up, tongue fencing with his.
The ache turned into something deeper and moved south, settling into his groin and making him need. They had all weekend, and he wanted what he wanted; he might as well take it now.
They were moving toward the bedroom before he’d completely made up his mind—his body, and his boy’s, were already several steps ahead. He stretched Chrissy out on his back and undressed the boy easily, fingers touching and stroking as he went, so hungry for more.
Those cuffs were beautiful on Chrissy’s wrists, dark and fine on the pale skin. His boy was hard for him, focused, licking his lips over and over.
Leo straightened up at the foot of the bed and tugged his shirt off, then made a “come here” gesture with one hand while he lowered his fly with the other.
Chrissy rolled up to sitting, gaze fastened on his cock. “That for me?”
He pushed the leather down and kicked the pants over his bare feet. “Yours,” he managed to say, meaning so much more than just his hungry cock. Words were still failing him, and he hoped his boy heard everything else he meant to say.
Chrissy managed to brace himself on Leo’s thighs, lips slipping over the tip of his cock like liquid heat.
His groan was low and long and felt like it came from somewhere deep in his soul. He watched his cock slide past those pretty lips. The boy’s mouth was a damn wonder of the world.
Of the universe.
Chrissy worked him, base to tip, slow and easy, swallowing around his head on every downward stroke.
Leo grunted and tangled his fingers in his boy’s hair, tugging firmly. “Easy, boy. Go easy. I want to come, but not until your cock is inside me.”
Chrissy’s moan vibrated all around his cock, those beautiful eyes burning into him.
He promised himself he’d let this be more one-sided later, but this time, there was too much emotion wrapped up in it, and he wanted Chrissy to understand. “That’s it,” he said, finding words again after a soft moan. “Beautiful boy.”
Chrissy licked and lapped at his cock, soft and gentle, making him shake as he fought to hold on.
“Lie back now, all the way.” He took a couple of breaths, counting in his head and regaining his control. As Chrissy slid back up the bed, he followed, climbing over his boy to untuck the tie downs, fasten them to the strong cuffs, and pull them tight. “There now. How do you like that?”
“I—” Chrissy gave him a confused look, but then his boy just pulled hard, testing his will and his bedroom. “I like it a lot.”
He nodded, as pleased as he was turned on. “I thought you might.” He pinched Chrissy’s nipples between his fingers, watching his boy’s face for the reaction.
“Dammit…” Chrissy pulled at the cuffs, arching toward his fingers. “Making me crazy.”
“Am I?” He shifted back so he could bend and suck a little stiff nub into his mouth. “Mmm.”
“Yes!” Oh, he liked that little sound, the way it tore from Chrissy’s throat.
He let that one go and switched to the other, sliding one hand lower to cup and tug on the boy’s balls. He hadn’t restrained the boy’s legs, but he had a heavy spreader bar he would try next time. Chrissy wrapped those legs around him, squeezing him tight and holding on.
Then again, maybe he was going to have to haul it out from under the bed after all. This wasn’t going to do at all. “Let go, boy,” he ordered with a stern growl.
He should have known better.
Chrissy blinked up at him, shaking his head as if to clear it. “You got my hands, Sir.”
A hint of amusement made it through his own fog of need, but he kept it inside. “Legs, boy.”
“Huh? Oh. Right.” Chrissy squeezed him tight once more before letting go.
That let him move lower so he could lick his boy’s very stiff prick before sliding off the bed. He fished a condom out of this nightstand and his lube.
Chrissy watched him with burning eyes. Hungry boy. The need that shone there stole his breath.
“This is for you, my beautiful boy.” He tore open the condom and took his sweet time rolling down Chrissy’s cock.
Sweat popped up on Chrissy’s top lip. “Thank you. You trust me so good. I swear to God, I’ll make you feel good.”
“I do trust you.” He opened the lube, trying not to moan as he slicked himself up and settled back over his boy, straddling those narrow hips. He leaned down and took another kiss. “Don’t you come until I say.”
“I won’t. You can ride me as long as you need.”
He snorted. “Thank you for the permission. I intend to.” And soon. Every fiber of his being ached for this boy right now.
He circled his fingers around Chrissy’s cock and lined up, slowly taking the boy in, loving every bit of stretch and burn.
Chrissy never once glanced away, hips slowly rocking, giving him perfect friction.
Once their hips met, he grunted softly and leaned forward a bit. “You look incredible like this.” He started to move, lifting and lowering his hips, using his boy to suit himself, and hopefully to drive Chrissy wild too.
“So tight.” Chrissy tugged at the cuffs, trying to get to him.
He watched Chrissy fight the cuffs, feeling his boy fill him up the way he needed. He and Chrissy fit so well. “So perfect.”
“Yours. Oh, fuck. All yours.” Chrissy was focused, right there with them.
He didn’t hold back. Leo found the angle he needed and rode his boy hard, letting himself get lost in the rhythmic sounds of their moans.
Chrissy’s teeth were bared, hands fisted around the chains as he held on to his control.
“Soon, boy.” He sucked in air, making sure his boy’s cock found just the right spot—over and over. “Fuck, yes. Oh, yeah. Fuck!” He sank down on his boy’s cock and went still as he shot, aiming for Chrissy’s perfect abs even as his vision blurred and made it hard to see. His heart pounded and he shivered as it went on for what felt like an eternity. A perfect, dizzying eternity.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Chrissy chanted the word, over and over.
Oh, poor boy. And such a good boy. He got his wits about him so he could give Chrissy an order that sounded more Dom-like and less post-nut brain. “Show me, boy. Now.”
“Master…” Chrissy squeezed his eyes shut, humping up, motions rough and rhythmless as he flushed dark and arched, muscles hard and still as he let go.
Jesus—that word, the timing—if he’d had another load to shoot, he would have right then. As it was, his balls tried to offer it up, and his ass rippled and contracted around his boy’s pulsing prick.
He only had one response, and he growled it because he wanted to make sure Chrissy would never forget.
“Mine.”