Part Four Orders Enclosed #4
Joe glanced down at Scott’s fly and the situation became far easier to handle. In spite of everything, Scott was still sporting a flourishing erection. He wasn’t that traumatised by the glory hole.
A bright fluorescent sign flickered into life inside Joe’s mind, completely overpowering the garish neon on the pub’s wall. An erection was something Joe knew how to deal with. They were practically his speciality.
“Did you like it?” Joe asked.
“W-what?”
“The pub, the glory hole, did you like it?” Joe repeated.
Scott looked down.
Several heartbeats passed. Joe impatiently counted them out inside his head, but he didn’t rush Scott along. He doubted Scott could have coped if he had.
Finally, Scott nodded. “I didn’t th-think I would, but I…I really did.” A blush crept back to his checks.
For damn near the first time since he’d entered the car, Joe felt no desire to frown. He smiled as he put his hand back on Scott’s knee, then slid it a little further up his leg.
As easily as that, Scott appeared to lose the ability to breathe. He stared down at Joe’s hand as if it was some sort of magical talisman that might do something startling and fantastical at any moment.
Joe leaned forward until his lips were within an inch of Scott’s ear. “When you were in there, down on your knees behind a grubby glory hole, did you wonder what it would have felt like if I ordered you to stand there instead?”
It was Scott’s turn to frown now. “S-s-stand?”
The way Scott’s leg trembled under his hand, Joe wasn’t sure if Scott would have been able to remain standing. The knowledge made Joe grin. “Yeah, stand,” he said. “I could just as easily have ordered you to stand on one side, and knelt on the other side myself.”
As Joe spoke, he undid Scott’s fly.
It was impossible to tell if the mewing little whimper Scott let out was inspired by the way Joe’s knuckles brushed against his cock, or by the pictures Joe was painting in his mind. Either scenario was fine with Joe.
Scott, once more, felt happy and safe. Anything that got them to that point was bloody fantastic as far as Joe was concerned.
“Didn’t you know doms can go down on their subs?” Joe asked, all teasing surprise. “We can you know. I give great head.”
Scott’s head dropped back as Joe deftly freed his cock from behind the fabric and wrapped his fingers around it. After just a few strokes, he could tell Scott was already on edge.
“Push your seat back.”
Scott blinked at Joe as if he were speaking a different language.
“It’s a simple order, Scott. Just because I didn’t write it down and stuff it in an envelope, that doesn’t mean you can ignore it.” Joe let just the tiniest note of dominance enter his voice. “Do as you’re told. Push your seat back as far as it will go. Now.”
* * * * *
Joe’s words cut through every scrap of arousal and confusion clouding Scott’s mind, and went straight to his nervous system. Messages rushed to his muscles; it was just a pity that none of them seemed to relate to co-ordination.
Scott scrambled at the plastic controls beneath his seat, damn near knocking himself out on the steering wheel in the process. It seemed to take a lifetime for him to find the leaver and free his seat. When his seat finally moved, it jerked so suddenly, Scott’s head banged against the headrest.
That wasn’t important though. Joe—Joe was what was important. Scott looked up and met Joe’s eyes, desperate to see approval shining in them.
Joe smiled. Light-headed with relief, Scott offered him a goofy grin in return. The note of censorship he’d heard in Joe’s voice seemed to be worlds away now, but Scott still needed to hear Joe to speak again, to check that Joe really had forgiven his mistake.
Scott held his breath, but Joe didn’t say a single word.
Instead, Joe leaned forward. Dipping his head between the steering wheel and Scott’s body, Joe wrapped his lips around the topmost section of Scott’s cock.
The second that wet, silky heat surrounded the tip of his shaft, Scott’s brain shut down. He was vaguely aware of someone letting out a strange noise somewhere between a yelp of surprise and a pleasure-filled scream, but he had no idea who it could have been.
Maybe someone in the pub had found the place even more shocking than he had? It was just about possible that there were guys out there who were even more inexperienced than him.
Scott lifted one hand, only to realise he didn’t know what to do with it.
Putting it on the back of Joe’s head was unthinkable.
As much as he longed to wind his fingers through the glossy black strands of hair, he knew it wasn’t his place to try to influence whatever Joe may or may not want to do.
He couldn’t risk doing anything that might cause Joe to stop.
Joe was a very good, and very honest man. That much was obvious. Scott was never going to have to wonder if Joe was lying to him ever again, because, stereotypes and conventions aside, Joe was a dom who could give better head than any submissive on the planet if he wanted to.
And, maybe because Scott had done something very good in a previous life, Joe wanted to. Scott closed his eyes and reverently thanked any previous incarnation of himself that might have been listening from an afterlife.
Joe didn’t take a great deal of Scott’s shaft into his mouth. He didn’t have to. His lips and his tongue may only have worked on the top inch or so of Scott’s erection, but they were inspired by genius.
Scott pressed his lips together, trying to keep his groans of ecstasy to a minimum. When he managed to drag his eyes open, he was blinded by neon light.
They were still parked right next to the entrance—clearly illuminated for anyone who happened to walk past his car.
All at once, Scott knew what he should do with his idle hand. He covered his mouth with his palm, pressing his head back against the headrest in an effort to muffle his moans and not draw any extra attention to the car.
It was impossible for him to see Joe’s face or know if Joe gave a damn about being seen, but Scott had to guess he didn’t care if every man in the pub came out to watch.
Joe was all confidence. He wouldn’t care what anyone thought.
He didn’t care about anything, except maybe, just maybe, the man he was with.
Scott couldn’t see anything except the back of Joe’s head. He couldn’t hear anything over the pounding of his own heartbeat. All he could do was let his sense of touch fill in the gaps.
Joe’s fingertips were even rougher than Scott remembered. He was aware of every callous, as Joe jacked the length of his shaft.
All of a sudden, Joe stilled his hand. He began to flex each finger in turn, starting with the little finger at the base of Scott’s cock and working upward, as if he was literally going to milk the orgasm out of him.
The contrast between the coarseness of Joe’s hand and the lush perfection of his lips and tongue sent wave after wave of pleasure rushing through Scott’s body.
His mouth opened behind his own hand and Scott sucked at the skin on his palm as he fought for air while still desperately trying to keep his makeshift gag in place.
Scott had never realised another man’s mouth could be so silky and…
Scott frowned. No, not silky. Joe’s lips weren’t delicate—their touch wasn’t insubstantial. They were stronger than that, and firmer, yet at the same time…
Leather!
Scott moaned his approval.
Yes, that’s what they were like—like molten leather being poured over his cock. Hot and perfect and…
Scott barely had time to savour his success in solving the riddle before his brain dissolved. Like lava racing down a mountainside, the sensations Joe’s mouth sent coursing through Scott’s brain demolished everything in their path. No thoughts could survive that kind of onslaught.
As the thick layers of pleasure rapidly hardened into solid stone within his mind, Scott gasped. Joe dipped his head lower. The tip of Scott’s cock rubbed against the back of Joe’s throat. Pure ecstasy erupted through Scott’s body.
Scott was powerless to stop himself thrusting up into Joe’s mouth as he came, as helpless as any other man would be in the face of such a force of nature.
Scott managed to muffle most of his scream by biting down on the tender flesh between his thumb and index finger.
All he was aware of then was the bliss cascading through his veins.
Aeons passed by, mountain ranges rising from nothing before disappearing back into the sea as continents merged and broke apart again.
Finally, Scott collapsed back in his seat, mentally and physically drained.
By the time Scott managed to open his eyes and peer at the real world around him, Joe was lounging comfortably in the passenger seat and studying Scott with rather obvious amusement.
Scott had no idea how long he’d sat there with his eyes closed, his cock hanging out and his hand still wedged between his own teeth. Blinking, trying to clear both his fuzzy vision and a mind still clouded by mental dust and ash, Scott sat up straighter in his seat.
He took his hand away from his mouth. For the first time, he realised just how hard he’d bitten down on it. There were clear teeth marks on both sides of his hand. Blood seeped from three points where he’d actually broken the skin.
Scott licked his lips as he registered the bitter metallic taste that lay heavily on his tongue, wiping away all the previous taste of Joe’s cum.
Cum…
Scott turned his attention back to Joe.
Joe had gone down on him.
Joe had swallowed his cum.
Scott stared at Joe, completely unable to fit those facts in with any kind of recognisable reality.
Joe laughed, a rich, contagious sound, which made Scott smile. Even though he was aware that he was acting like an idiot, it still didn’t feel as if Joe was laughing at him. He just sounded happy—as if Scott had made him happy.
As his laughter faded away, Joe took hold of Scott’s wrist and pulled his hand forward so he could inspect it.
Scott immediately tried to snatch his hand back. “It’s n-nothing.”
Joe tightened his grip around Scott’s wrist. “I’ll be the one who decides that, not you.”
He calmly tugged Scott’s whole body closer as he turned his hand over to get a better look at the damage. Scott blushed, half at having made so much of a fool of himself and half because it really seemed like Joe cared that he might be hurt.
Joe turned on the car’s interior light. Silently cursing, Scott fumbled to do up his fly with his free hand.
“Stop fidgeting.”
Scott hesitated for a moment. It wasn’t a tone of voice that invited disobedience. In an effort to compromise, he stilled, but left his hand resting over his softened cock.
Joe made no comment on that. All his attention remained on Scott’s hand.
“You’ll live,” he eventually announced, releasing his wrist.
Scott hastily finished doing up his fly, but he had no idea what to say. The silence stretched out between them until Scott couldn’t bear it a moment longer.
“Thank you.”
Joe chuckled. “You’re very welcome.”
Scott shook his head. “N-not for the…” he waved a hand at his crotch. “I mean for…you said on our last d-date about showing me part of your w-world…”
Joe’s smile seemed to turn a little gentler. “You’re welcome for that, too. This was the first pub I went to after I came out—my first taste of what it was like to be gay.”
Scott stared down at his hands, desperately trying to think of something to say in response.
“You know this means it’s your turn next, right?” Joe asked, entirely out of the blue.
Scott glanced across the car at him. It took him a second to realise Joe was talking about the envelopes. “There’s n-nothing about my life that you’d f-f-find interesting.”
Joe shrugged, turning his attention to the wall of the pub. “Maybe you’d be surprised. You’re nowhere near as boring as you seem to think you are.”
Scott automatically studied Joe’s profile, trying to work out if Joe was making a joke at his expense, and what the punchline might be, so he’d be ready to laugh along with it.
Joe frowned as he turned his head and met Scott’s eyes. “I’m not laughing at you.”
Scott looked down.
“Is that why you’re interested in submission?” Joe asked, his tone becoming more serious by the moment. “Because you’re so used to being bullied, you’ve decided that’s the way you deserve to be treated?”
Scott opened his mouth, only to close it again without saying a word.
“Well?” Joe pushed.
“I just like doing what you s-s-say,” Scott rushed out.
Joe’s expression slowly eased. His smile came back. “Good, because I’ve got lots more orders to give you.”
“I don’t m-mind not having a turn,” Scott offered, more than ready to give away any opportunity to screw up. “You could just—”
Joe cut him short with a shake of his head. Reaching into his back pocket, he took out a crumpled envelope. There was nothing written on it. It wasn’t sealed. The piece of folded paper it came with was blank.
Scott took a deep breath, having no idea what he could possibly write on it that would please Joe.
“You don’t need to fill it in now,” Joe said. “Take a while to think about it. In the meantime, you can drop me off at my place on your way home.”
Yes, driving. That would be a good idea. Scott frowned at the car’s controls, wondering why they looked so different to normal. He reached out to the pedals. His legs were too short.
“You might want to pull your seat forward,” Joe hinted. He didn’t laugh, but Scott knew he was amused.
Strangely, it didn’t feel like other men’s laughter had in the past. Scott found himself genuinely smiling along with Joe.
Right then, inviting Joe to spend a little time in his part of the world didn’t seem as scary as it had just a minute earlier. In a moment of uncharacteristic daring, Scott decided where he’d suggest Joe could meet him for their next date.
The moment Joe got out of the car, Scott wrote the invitation, before his courage could desert him.