Chapter Twelve
Nash still had his dress pants on but had taken everything else off, including his socks. He leaned against the headboard of the bed closest to the door and waited for Abi to get out of the bathroom so Nash could get in.
He listened to every sound Abi made while in the shower.
It wasn’t very hard, even with the water pattering on the tiles.
Unlike his nose, his ears worked the way a dragon shifter’s should.
He heard every little thing—the shampoo bottle when he squeezed some onto his hands, the washcloth when he rubbed it over his body.
Nash memorized every movement Abi made, listening for the exact moment Abi took himself in hand.
But it never happened. No moaning or a soapy hand jacking off a cock.
Nash wondered why, right up until the shower shut off. Abi, still wet, walked out with nothing but a towel around his waist.
Abi had a bead of water trailing down the center of his chest, and his hair was wet.
He was lean but muscular in the right places.
His ass was probably the biggest thing on him.
Not that Nash could see it since Abi faced him, but he’d gotten a good feel of it the one time Abi let Nash kiss him.
Nash pictured how it would look, all bare and ready for his cock.
When Nash went to move from the bed, Abi shook his head. “Don’t read too much into this.”
Abi let the towel hit the floor before heading over to Nash. Abi’s cock was hard and jetted out as if craving Nash’s touch.
Nash sat on the edge of the bed and licked his lips. He wanted to reach for Abi but didn’t. Instead, he waited for Abi to make the first move.
“I don’t want to do it myself.” Abi bit his lip as if afraid to ask for what he wanted.
Nash forced himself to meet Abi’s gaze, even though all he wanted to do was make Abi feel good. But Nash would make him beg for it. “Do what yourself?”
Abi’s cheeks flushed a pretty pink. He had pale skin. Not even a partial tan on his arms or legs was evident. “You know.”
Nash smiled. “You’ll have to ask me for it.”
Abi whimpered and looked away.
“Will you touch me? Please.” It was close enough to begging to make Nash’s blood boil even more than Abi’s bare body already did. “I just…” Abi sighed. “I can’t trust this thing that’s between us. Not yet. But you’re still driving me fucking crazy. I need you to help me out. Please.”
Nash raised his eyebrows. “Help you out, huh?”
“Nash.” Abi whining his name did it for Nash in ways it shouldn’t.
Nash had a few parameters Abi would need to agree to first. “I’m in charge.”
Abi nodded. “Understood.”
“What’s your safe word?”
Abi widened his eyes. “Um, ketchup, I guess.”
“When are you going to use it?”
“When I want things to stop, or if I don’t like something.”
Nash smiled. “Good boy.”
“Boy?” Abi might have asked casually, but Nash knew he understood exactly who Nash was and what he preferred.
They had already talked about it. Abi knew Nash would take control even during something like a blowjob or handjob, or whatever he planned to do to get them both off.
So Nash understood it wasn’t really a question, but more Abi testing the sound of the word and seeing if he liked hearing Nash say it.
“You can safe word at any time and over anything.” Nash wanted to make sure they agreed. That Abi understood exactly what it would mean.
“I don’t need to. I want this.”
Nash nodded and then stood. “Get under the covers.”
When Abi was settled in, Nash kissed him on the forehead and then cupped his cheek when he smiled. “Lie here without touching yourself. When I get out of the shower, we’ll talk about what you like. What are you not going to do, boy?”
Abi huffed and shut his eyes when he answered. “Touch myself.”
“Now be a good boy and do what Daddy says.”
Abi nodded, but as soon as Nash went into the bathroom, he heard Abi growl.
Nash smiled.
He didn’t rush through the shower, but he wanted to. He forced himself to go slower, drawing out Abi’s need, making the anticipation build. He wanted to see if Abi enjoyed delayed gratification.
By the time he came out of the bathroom, naked but dry, he was hard everywhere.
Abi’s gaze fell to Nash’s cock, and his eyes widened. “Big Daddy.”
Nash chuckled. “It’s not going inside you today, boy.”
Abi poked out his bottom lip, but he recovered when Nash got under the covers with him. He lay on his side, facing Abi, and took Abi’s cock into his hand.
Abi moaned.
“Tell me what you like.”
“I like it when you touch me.” The words spilled out in a desperate rush.
When Nash took his hand away and stood, Abi whimpered. “Please don’t stop. Please, Nash.”
Nash came back and sat on the side of the bed. He cupped Abi’s cheek and met his gaze with no small amount of concern. “I won’t stop or withhold your orgasm from you, unless you’d like me to, of course. I have lube in my bag. I’m going to get it.”
Abi sighed as if in relief. “I don’t want you to withhold. Not this time. Please.”
Nash dug around in his suitcase and then pulled out a small bottle of lube before coming back to bed again.
“Do you like delayed gratification or edging?”
“Delaying it.” Abi shut his eyes and sighed when Nash took his cock in hand again. This time, he slicked the way with lube. Nash kept his strokes slow, paying close attention to the head of Abi’s cock.
“What else do you like?”
It was clear that Abi struggled to answer the question. Nash didn’t intend to make it easy for him. “I like it when you call me boy.”
Fuck. That went straight to Nash’s cock.
“Do you need a Daddy, boy?”
Nash picked up his pace. Abi’s hips had a mind of their own and countered every pull on his cock. “Yes. Oh, gods. You. Daddy.”
“What else, baby? What kind of boy are you?” Nash took Abi’s hand, put lube on it, and then guided it to Nash’s cock.
Abi matched Nash’s strokes. “I don’t…know.”
The talking stopped. Neither one of them wanted to do anything but feel.
It would seem to be a simple handjob, except it was the best one Nash had ever gotten. And it solidified something within him. The mating pull really didn’t matter, not to Nash. He wanted to pursue this thing between them, regardless of what it was.
Abi turned into Nash and his touch. He buried his face against Nash’s chest, kissing his nipple. “I’m gonna.”
“Not until I say so.” Nash moved faster. He was just as affected by Abi’s touch as Abi was by his.
“Please. Can I come?”
Nash panted. He moved into Abi’s touch. “Yes. Do it.”
And that was all it took.
They came together. Recovery took a few minutes. Nash pulled Abi against him, cradling him in his arms while he came down from his orgasm.
“Best handjob I’ve ever had, Daddy.” Abi kissed Nash’s chest before laying his head there.
Nash lifted him in his arms and carried him to the bathroom. He cleaned Abi up first, then himself, and then carried Abi back to bed. Abi let Nash draw him closer and be the big spoon.