Chapter 16 #3
Roy closed the distance between them and took the items from his hand. “Bend over the desk. Hands braced on the surface. Ass up.”
He applied the lube thoroughly, using two fingers inside to work it in. DJ’s breath was coming fast by the time he stopped. Roy moved away to wash his hands, and looked at the floor of the bathroom.
He stepped back to the threshold. “Before I fuck you, get the hair up.” He dipped his head toward the stack of napkins that had come with their dinner last night.
When DJ turned an incredulous stare to him, Roy bit back a feral grin. He gave DJ three seconds before he sharpened his tone. “Do I need to repeat myself, Dory?”
As they swapped spots, Roy moving to the desk to prop his hips there and watch, Dory took the handful of napkins into the bathroom.
Dampening them and dropping to a knee to gather up the hair required him to claw back some lost coordination.
Roy braced his hands on either side of himself, fully, immodestly aroused, watching his submissive perform the task, also naked and aroused.
DJ kept stealing glances of longing at him as he did it. When he missed a lock, Roy would point to it, proving his attention to detail didn’t suffer from his aroused state.
He could almost hear his submissive grinding his teeth. Roy kept his expression impassive. Expectant. Strict. You don’t fuck with me, kid.
DJ craved the sexual frustration. The tip of his cock glistened with his response.
When he was finished, he put the napkins full of hair in the trash, then turned to Roy expectantly. Roy pointed to the pillow he’d put in the center of the floor while DJ was working. A few feet away from Roy, a nonverbal direction.
DJ came and knelt on the pillow, putting laced hands behind his head and casting his eyes down to the floor, while keeping his back straight and chin up. Silently waiting on what his Master would demand next.
God damn.
Roy moved forward and stroked the short hair. “I’m pleased with you, Dory. I want to fuck you face to face, eye to eye.”
DJ swallowed. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Get on the bed now. On your back. Knees bent, feet braced. Leave me room to get between them.”
DJ laid on the bed and adjusted. Roy followed him, putting the belt aside but in reach. He positioned his knees between Dory’s feet, and moved them so DJ’s ankles were on Roy’s shoulders.
Dory trembled. Suddenly, he was looking anywhere but right at Roy.
“Dory,” Roy said patiently. “Put your hands over mine.”
DJ moved his hands down so he covered Roy’s, braced on either side of Dory’s waist. “It’s all right,” Roy said. “Talk to me.”
“It’s weird, all of a sudden. It feels like if I look at you, I can’t hide anywhere.”
“No, you can’t. You have to look at me, because that’s what I require of you. I’m not going to let you out of it. You want me inside you, you hold my gaze. Understand?”
“Am I…hiding inside you?”
“No. Not hiding. Finding shelter.”
Dory’s gaze fastened onto his. “I’m afraid of what’s inside me, Roy. What will come out if too much is opened up. It will hurt so bad…”
“Wounds don’t heal until they hurt as bad as they need to hurt. But getting through it is why you have me.”
DJ’s fingers curled over Roy’s knuckles. “I want you to fuck me so hard it hurts more than the other things that are hurting.”
“No. I may spank or strap your ass, but I will never hurt you while I’m inside you. I will hurt what I know can bear it, and take care of what I know can’t. Understand?”
Slowly, DJ nodded. “Can I put one hand on your chest?”
“Yes. Just don’t pull any hair out.”
Dory managed his sweet half-smile, and put his hand over Roy’s heart. “Your heart’s beating pretty fast.”
Roy’s gaze landed on his throat pulse. “Not the only one.”
He’d put lube in DJ’s ass, but he added some to his cock. When he began to enter DJ, holding his gaze the whole time, he relished the tightening of muscles, how DJ’s eyes darkened, the taut need of his mouth, the way his ass gripped Roy and pulled him in.
“Oh God,” he said softly. “Please…Sir…”
Roy set a slow pace, just as he’d threatened. He bent his head and kissed DJ’s chest, his throat, his shoulder. While he pushed against him, rhythmically pumping in and out, Dory’s fingers dug into his chest. The orgasm was starting to build. Roy decided he didn’t mind losing some hair.
But afterward, he would tell DJ that was why he was getting his ass whipped. The kid liked to know the reason for things. Because he knew how many things didn’t have a reason anyone could understand.
For Roy, the reason he and DJ had come together was for Roy to protect and care for him, and help him through this. Falling in love with DJ fell in the understandable column as well. Since Roy couldn’t imagine it any other way.
“Now, Dory,” he said, and DJ convulsed around him, a groan bursting from his lips.
When his head dropped back, Roy cupped it, bringing it up again, their gazes locked together as DJ shattered.
Roy stared into those beautiful eyes, allowing him no escape, proving to him that he didn’t need it, that Roy could handle any darkness inside him.
He shoved into DJ, again and again, until his own climax jetted into that perfect male body.
When DJ came out of the bathroom later, showered and dressed, Roy paused, his second cup of coffee of the morning poised at his lips. “That will work,” he said.
Last night they’d picked up a few more clothes from a Walmart.
DJ wore Wranglers, a blue T-shirt with a fishing logo on it, plus the Peterbilt cap Roy had bought at the convenience store.
The Wranglers were loose, which was good, since DJ had an unforgettable ass.
He wore sneakers that didn’t cost more than thirty bucks.
Just a skinny good old boy, like the young men who went fishing on lazy Sunday afternoons in Roy’s Louisiana childhood. Roy and his brother Redding had been two of them, a long time ago.
DJ’s eyes were haunted and tired, but he seemed on a decent keel today. He glanced at the trash can. “Pete suggested I sell my hair for charity.”
“I take it you didn’t agree?”
“It seemed creepy, knowing my hair was in the possession of a bunch of people I don’t really know. My DNA.”
“Probably a good call.”
“Where are we going today?”
“Figure we’d just juke around a bit. There’s a good botanical garden outside Charlotte. With your love of nature, you’ll like it. We can pick up some lunch there. We’ll find another hotel to keep moving around. Tonight we’re going here.” Roy handed him his phone so DJ could take a look.
“The Rocking Duck?”
“Two friends of mine are playing there. It’s a hole in the wall place, kind of like your early gigs.”
Roy could tell the “push away” part of DJ wanted to suggest something else, but a promising hint of interest was pulling him toward the idea.
“Are they any good, or is this a ‘show up to support a friend’ kind of thing?”
“I’ll let you decide.”
DJ gave the phone back to Roy. “At the next hotel room, if you want us to have one king and make it more motel than hotel, that’s okay with me.
There was a time a fleabag motel was a step up for us.
Usually, we were sleeping like sardines in the van with the equipment, and picking up Taco Bell drive-thru.
I’d wake up next to Steve’s feet, Pete’s head on my shoulder, Tal snoring… ”
DJ closed his eyes. Roy rose to put a hand on his shoulder, bring him close and hold him. “Okay,” he murmured. “A motel it is. I’ll take you out to a Waffle House for breakfast, and have them make you pancakes with a happy face on it.”
“You’re just too good to me.” DJ stepped back and ran a hand over his face. “Can I ask a favor?”
“Depends on the favor. And if it’s usually something I charge for.”
“You know, I’m not the only one around here who’s a wiseass.
” But DJ took a deep breath. “Marjorie. Like I told Gilda, I know I’m a total asshole for not reaching out to her.
It’s burning in my gut right there alongside of…
all of it. They were… We were all her boys.
I can’t call her yet, Roy. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me, but I can’t. ”
He gave a bitter half laugh. “She needs to hear from someone who…someone who can tell her where my head is at. That I’ll come as soon as I can. That I want to come as soon as I can. I know whatever you tell her will be the right thing.” DJ paused. “You’re my friend, right?”
“So is Moss. He’s been talking to her all along.”
“I know.” Dory pressed his lips together. “You’re not making this easy.”
“You’re not saying what needs to be said.”
“You’re closer to me than anyone in the world right now, Roy. You’re who understands what’s going on with me.”
Roy came to him again. “And why is that?”
DJ put a closed fist on Roy’s chest and tapped lightly. “I trust you, with what’s inside of me. You’re in charge of all of me, inside and out.”
“Okay.” It was close enough, because the answer he was pushing Dory to put into words was big for both of them. “You want me to call her before we head out to breakfast?”
“Yeah.” DJ retrieved his earbuds and music player from his bag. “I’m going to listen to this in the bathroom while you’re talking. I just…I can’t listen in.”
“Okay.”
DJ headed that way, but paused in the doorway without turning. “Roy?”
“Yeah?”
“What I just said, about trusting you with what’s inside of me. In charge of all that. Is that…how it feels to have a Master?”
He’d been wrong. DJ did want to say it. He just hadn’t been sure if what he was feeling was right. Or would be accepted. His shoulders were tense, his head tilted to the right.
Yes, a bodyguard job was temporary. But he’d done enough powerful one-time sessions with subs to know temporary didn’t mean insignificant.
Still, Roy’s reaction to it was heavier than expected, making a part of him want to deflect.
Tell himself he didn’t want to mislead DJ, give him the wrong impression.