Part Ten Plain Brown Wrapper #4
Scott kept walking down the corridor, but far from leaving the people who were interested in him behind, he only found more of them.
Far from telling him to get the hell out of there or laughing at him for thinking he could ever be hot enough to be wanted in a place like this, they called to him with whispers and caresses.
They invited him into their games—and into their mouths and arses.
If they’d known he was with Joe, perhaps it would have made sense. Then it would have been obvious they were only making a move on him because they knew Joe would be part of the deal. As things stood, their actions remained entirely inexplicable.
But, one thing was obvious. If that number of guys were willing to make do with him, Joe had to be getting mobbed by a whole legion.
Unease made Scott shiver despite the heat. Joe had said he would be right behind him, and Joe kept his word. Joe wouldn’t let anyone else stop him. Even if he was tempted by a better offer and intended to go off and play with someone else, Joe would tell him first—and he’d even do it kindly.
Scott tightened his grip on his towel and kept pushing forward, speeding up his search for the exit with each minute that passed.
The corridor got narrower. The only way to keep going was to rub up against the men he needed to squirm past. Hard, strong bodies, and even harder cocks seemed to surround Scott completely. Mumbling excuse mes and apologies as he went, Scott kept wriggling forward.
A few guys tugged playfully at his towel, but Scott kept a death grip on it and refused to stop or even slow down.
A door. Thank God!
Scott pushed it open and stumbled out into the light. Cold air hit every part of his body at once, shocking him into coming to a sudden halt in the middle of a wider, more brightly lit, corridor.
He put out an arm and steadied himself against a blindingly well-lit white wall.
Every inch of him was damp with a combination of steam and sweat.
His hand slid against the paintwork. The door clicked closed behind him.
Scott took a deep breath but he couldn’t bring himself to turn around and stare at the door while he counted the seconds until Joe followed him out of the sauna-come-maze.
Hands landed on Scott’s shoulders.
Joe.
As addled and out of his depth as Scott felt, he still had no doubt who grabbed him. He knew Joe’s touch. Relief ran through him as he realised Joe must have left the sauna at the same time as he had. Joe really had been right behind him.
Joe spun him around. The next thing Scott knew, his back was against the cold wall and Joe’s steam-hot body was pressed against him, pinning him in place. Scott moaned against Joe’s lips as Joe plundered his mouth in a kiss that seemed to be fuelled less by desire than anger.
Joe caught hold of Scott’s chin and forced him to tip his head back before Scott had a chance to do it of his own free will. His fingers bit into the skin on Scott’s jaw just as Joe nipped at the tip of Scott’s tongue.
Scott scrambled to keep up. It was a familiar feeling. He was used to Joe’s kisses taking him by surprise, but he had no idea what he’d done to make Joe so angry.
Determined to do anything and everything possible to make Joe pleased with him again, Scott frantically tried to root out any hints that could tell him what Joe would most like him to do.
He leaned into the kiss, but that just made Joe make an angry sound in the back of his throat, almost like a growl.
He tried to kiss Joe back and reach out to pull him closer—making it clear that Joe could do whatever he wanted with him, but that just made Joe pull away entirely.
Scott looked up at him, far too panicked to say anything for several seconds.
It hadn’t been his overactive imagination making him think that Joe was angry. As he met Joe’s eyes, it was obvious that Joe really was furious.
“Come on.” Joe grabbed Scott’s wrist and headed off down the corridor. They passed several doors and several areas where walls had been replaced by mirrors or panes of glass.
Inside the rooms, men were having sex. Some of them were having sex in complicated numbers that involved far more limbs and penises than Scott would ever be able to cope with.
Was that why Joe was mad? Had he expected Scott to get involved with some of the guys in the sauna maze? Was he disappointed in him? Had he hoped they’d exit the other end of the maze with one or more extra guys in tow?
Suddenly, Joe jerked Scott through an open door and slammed it shut behind them.
There wasn’t anyone in the room. They were alone. That was good.
Another glance around the room informed him that part of one wall was mirrored. Scott had no idea if that also meant guys outside could see in, but he had more important worries than exhibitionism anyway.
“I’m s—”
Joe roughly covered Scott’s mouth with his hand. “What did I tell you about apologising for no reason?” he demanded.
Scott’s heart raced so fast he thought he might have a heart attack at any moment, but he still waited until Joe took his hand away before answering. “You s-s-said you’d spank m-me.”
“I meant it.” Joe caught Scott’s gaze and held it.
“If it w-would m-m-make you feel better, you can,” Scott offered.
For several seconds, Joe continued to glare at him, looking pissed off and gorgeous in equal measure. Then he broke into a grin and gorgeousness won out completely.
Scott smiled back, thrilled that he’d somehow stumbled upon a good suggestion. He glanced around the room again. There wasn’t a kitchen chair, like the one Joe had sat on last time he’d spanked him, but there was a bed.
Scott pointed to it. “W-w-would there be ok-k-kay?”
“Will I only be marking my territory just to make myself feel better, or do you like the idea too?” Joe whispered in his ear as he stepped up behind him. His erection rubbed against Scott through their towels.
Scott wasn’t sure what the right answer was. Joe taking hold of both their towels and tossing them away didn’t help him come up with any ideas.
“W-w-whichever you prefer?” he hazarded.
Joe made Scott turn to face him.
He studied Scott through narrowed eyes. “You have no idea why I just jumped you, do you?”
“I know you’re a-a-angry with m-m-me,” Scott ventured.
“You haven’t done anything wrong. I’ve got no reason to be angry with you.”
Scott nibbled on his bottom lip. Joe sounded really serious about that. The grin was gone.
“You did as you were told, didn’t you?”
Scott nodded.
“So, I’ve no reason to be angry with you. And even if I was angry, I’ve no right to take it out on you, do I?”
Joe still sounded serious, but ran his hands over Scott’s body as he spoke; and that made it so damn difficult for Scott to think clearly.
“Possessive,” Joe whispered in his ear.
Scott took a deep breath and tried to make sense of the word.
“You know they all wanted you, don’t you?”
Scott looked down at Joe’s wandering hands. His touch felt so different than all the other men who’d tried to cop a feel in the labyrinth.
“Y-yes, but I didn’t w-w-want them,” Scott whispered.
Joe spun him around so they once more stood face to face.
It had obviously been the right thing to say. Scott saw the success in Joe’s eyes; felt it in the raw, sexual energy pouring off Joe.
“I w-want you,” Scott blurted out.
“Be careful what you wish for, pet.”
Scott frowned.
Joe caught hold of Scott’s shoulders and twirled him around again. Before Scott had time to catch his balance, Joe had one of his wrists twisted up behind his back.
“Are you sure you wouldn’t prefer one of those nice, polite businessmen from the labyrinth, someone who’d be all gentle and considerate with you?”
Scott knew that teasing tone of voice. Joe already knew the answer. The question was just part of the game; a hoop Joe wanted him to jump through for his pleasure.
Scott shook his head. “I w-want you.”
Joe reached around Scott’s body with his free hand and pinched his right nipple.
“Maybe one of them would let you have everything just as you want. A nice, vanilla guy who’d let you have all the freedom in the world.”
Scott shook his head even more vehemently. He tested Joe’s grip on him as fear of suddenly being freed from Joe’s tight grasp shot through him.
Joe kept Scott in place, easily twisting his arm even further up behind his back.
His arm wasn’t meant to achieve that position painlessly.
Scott knew his shoulder would be sore in the morning, but all he felt right then was relief at being held; at being wanted by the one person he desperately wanted to want him.
To hell with guys who’d told him he wasn’t good enough in the past. The offers he’d fended off in the dark heat of the labyrinth were irrelevant. Joe wanted him.
“I don’t want to play nice tonight,” Joe whispered in Scott’s ear. His tone made the words a clear warning.
Scott swallowed rapidly. He’d been out of his depth ever since he’d first offered himself to Joe, but suddenly, he was well aware that he might never have actually ventured out of the shallow end.
Even after all this time, Joe was still babying him, taking it easy on him.
Need peaked inside Scott. The need to please Joe. The need to have Joe throw everything he had at him. Need. So much need.
“Good!” Scott got the word out without a single stutter. He tested Joe’s hold on him again, with far more determination this time.
“You want it rough?” Joe asked. He laughed, and for once it sounded like he thought that the joke might be entirely on Scott, but Scott didn’t care; he nodded rapidly.
“Yes!”
Joe pushed him forward. The front of Scott’s legs hit the edge of the bed, but Joe didn’t seem to care.
He kept pushing until Scott managed to get his knees onto the edge of the mattress.
Joe’s grip on his wrist twisted Scott’s shoulder, making him arch and bow his spine as he was unceremoniously put head down, arse up.
“Lube,” Joe demanded.