Chapter 14 #3
“Yes…yes to all of it. To everything you want. Please…just hold me, Roy. I’m going to fucking die if you don’t take over. I’m out in the cold here.”
Lust could become desperation and despair in a blink. Roy wasn’t going to allow that. Dropping to a knee, he closed his hands on DJ’s shoulders, his thumbs stroking the sides of his throat.
“No, you’re not. You’re right by the fire. Feel it. I’m always warm, and when I’m near you, I become an inferno.” Roy traced DJ’s lips with his non-oily fingers, pressed them into DJ’s mouth so he could suck on him.
“What’s the only thing a sub needs to remember in a moment like this, Dory?” he asked when he removed them.
“His safeword.”
“True, but there’s something else. What is it?”
Roy wanted DJ spiraling into a world where he wouldn’t have to remember anything but one thing. He shifted behind DJ and probed his rectum with slick fingers, preparing the way as Dory struggled to find the right answer.
“How to serve my Master.”
“You get a gold star. And this.” He moved DJ onto his back and unwrapped his legs before guiding Dory’s feet so his calves rested on Roy’s shoulders.
When he put himself inside DJ, he wasn’t done.
Once he was fully seated, he tightened his stomach muscles, lifted himself and Dory, and settled into his sturdy occasional chair, holding DJ fully impaled on his cock.
Roy’s arms were threaded under his cuffed wrists and against his arched back, his large hands curved over the incongruently wide shoulders.
“Oh, fuck…Roy.” DJ was practically folded in his lap, and Roy started pushing him down and thrusting up.
DJ’s cock was leaking come against his belly and his eyes had that wide, desperate look of someone so close to coming but unable to stop anything.
Roy grabbed him by the back of the neck, leaned in and kissed his mouth, then dropped to his throat, putting his teeth there.
He bit his shoulder, his pectoral, as he thrust in short, intense strokes.
DJ’s body convulsed in the restrained position.
“Don’t come until I do. You hold back, Dory. Your Master is giving you an order.”
Holding himself back was almost as difficult, but Roy managed it, teeth bared in a fierce challenge as he drew it out.
He got DJ groaning with the need to spew, and even when Roy let himself go, he pinched DJ’s cock in a hard hand, holding his nape with the other, his eyes on Dory’s as his mouth stretched out to absorb the pleasure.
The kid looked helpless, dazed, frustrated.
Then Roy was done, and he whispered it. “Now, Dory. You’ll come for me. But you ask and answer me first.”
“Yes, Sir. Please, Sir, may I come? Please…”
He made him do three pleases, a total babble of need, before he nodded. “You may come now.”
He held on tight as Dory bucked and shouted, his release fountaining over the head and shaft, pearlescent viscous fluid Roy used to lubricate the sensitive column. He squeezed and stroked as DJ’s shout became a helpless shriek, his body no longer under any semblance of his control.
It belonged entirely to Roy.
When DJ ran down, thanks to his emotional state, he was on an edge too close to subdrop, and Roy wasn’t having that.
He eased him back to his side on the floor, took the cuffs off his wrists and rubbed the abraded skin, kissing the marks the rope had left. After he lifted and moved him to the bed, Roy kissed hip bones, sticky cock, navel, quivering layers of stomach muscles, and his nipples and shoulders.
I’m here. All over you, inside you.
When he curved above him, staring down, DJ’s hands were out to either side like a sacrifice. He was treating himself as bound, even with no physical restraints. But his fingers were twitching, waiting for permission to move.
“Do you want to touch me, Dory?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You may do so.”
His hands flashed up, arms locking around Roy’s torso. His fingers stroked, nails digging in, all while DJ’s eyes stayed upon Roy’s face.
Until Roy stroked the tear away from DJ’s cheek.
But when DJ turned his face away, Roy leaned in and put his mouth to the prominent cheekbone, body full against the length of Dory’s.
He settled between his legs. DJ had long, strong arms, and they felt good around Roy.
His legs adjusted to wrap even more securely over Roy’s hips. Roy held him close.
“Let it go, kid.”
Dory’s body shook, and he cried into Roy’s throat, against his chest, hiding his face from the world. From everyone except his Master, who demanded to be shown everything.
Grief was a roller coaster. In the morning, DJ had lost any of the previous day’s sass.
Getting out of bed held no appeal. Roy had promised DJ a day at his home, but he wasn’t going to let him go back into his funk.
Milton had made sure that they left with a supply of DJ’s tea, so Roy brought him a cup and sat on the edge of the bed. “C’mon, kid. Wake up.”
DJ shifted to his back, his gaze sliding over Roy’s jeans and premium cotton, short-sleeved crew neck shirt worn loose over them. A favorite casual style, he had it in several colors and wore the cream-colored one today. The flicker of interest in his sub’s eyes said he approved.
Then DJ’s attention dropped to what Roy was wearing on his wrist.
DJ had kept Gilda’s bracelet on when he’d taken everything off to serve Roy last night. He’d worn it to bed, too. As Roy had listened to him sleep, his arm over DJ, his thumb had stroked it several times.
So when he rose to get showered and dressed, his eyes had landed on the only bracelet he owned, and he’d decided to wear it. The tiny sparkling blue beads were broken up by six letter beads in the middle. Be Kind.
“Did Gilda make you this?” DJ laid his hand on it.
“Yes and no. The original was a cheap one on a stretchy cord, like what parents buy their kids at dollar stores. She restrung them on a cable wire with a screw lock so it wouldn’t break. Still, I usually keep it here, so I don’t risk losing it on the job.”
“Can you tell me the story with it?”
“There’s no story. I just thought it added a pop of color to my army of gray suits.”
DJ rolled his eyes. Roy touched the beads, stroked DJ’s hand, and let their fingers lace.
“On my last few months in the service, I was stationed stateside. One of the kids on base got kidnapped. I helped the investigation. Her bracelet was found where she disappeared. It was broken, the beads scattered. We collected them as evidence. When I realized what the letters spelled, it had a strange effect on me.”
When he’d seen it in its normal spot in his closet, hanging on a magnetic hook on his gun safe, next to his lineup of gun holsters, he’d questioned whether DJ asking about it was the best thing. Then he’d thought of where the conversation might lead and took the chance.
“We got the guy, but…she was already dead. When they were packing up the evidence after the trial, the parents didn’t want it, so the lead investigator let me take it. For a long time, I would sit with it and try to figure out why it had the effect on me it did, and why I wanted to have it.”
DJ was staring at him. “Did you figure it out?”
“It reminded me of how precious innocent hope is.” Roy lifted his gaze from the bracelet to DJ’s face.
“Up until your teens, you had a pretty tough life, DJ. Yet I see that quality in you. It’s a permanent thing that nothing has been able to shake.
I think your connection to music is a big part of that. ”
“Nobody’s ever called me innocent. I’ll have to think about that.” DJ’s expression had shuttered some, but as he propped an arm behind his head, he kept his other hand linked with Roy’s. “What would you be if you weren’t a bodyguard?”
“What do you think I’d be?”
“I don’t think you’d ever want to be anything different than what you were born to be. If you were born a thousand years ago, you’d be a shepherd. When the wolf came, you’d protect your flock.”
“Same question for you.” Roy rocked their hands back and forth on his knee.
DJ’s gaze followed the movement like a metronome.
“What would you choose to be if rockstar’s not on the table?
Teach music lessons? Run a guitar store?
Play cover songs for quarters at a subway station?
Or, no, I got it. Costumed character at an amusement park.
Maybe the hind end of the donkey from Shrek. ”
“How did your mother not drown you as a baby?”
“Once upon a time, I was as irresistible as you were. Protecting rockstars changed me.” Roy nudged him. “When I asked you, you thought of something. What popped into your head?”
“Museum employee,” DJ said with a half-smile, but his eyes were moody. “One of the small regional history ones, like they probably have in this town. The people who come in are few, but interested. Lots of places to sit and think.”
Roy lifted a surprise brow. “I did not see that coming. There’s got to be a story with it.”
“I ducked into one a few years back, right after our first album went platinum. Up until then, the occasional hype had been flattering and fun. But that day…I realized the downside of what it meant. My days of going out in public without a disguise or protection were over.”
DJ waved his free hand. “I’m not bitching. I know how lucky I am and ninety percent of it has been blast. But sometimes…especially these past few days, I think, what if?”
His face showed stark pain. “When we went to the airport that day, I remember there was this dingy old mobile home park nearby, but there were these kids, playing on a rusty swing set, having the time of their lives. Happy, simple.