Part Twelve First Class #2
As one silent minute slipped into another, it seemed more and more like Joe was waiting for him to do or say something.
Scott took a deep breath. He had to at least try to give Joe something. Everything Joe had said about him being more confident and more certain his submission would be well received came back to the front of his mind.
“So,” Scott said, in as close to a flirtatious tone as he had ever managed in his life. “Are you g-going to screw me now?”
“No.” There was nothing flirtatious in Joe’s tone. He was all seriousness.
For several seconds, Scott was sure he had tripped over some unspoken rule that meant submissives weren’t supposed to ask questions like that.
Maybe it had sounded like he was demanding sex from Joe? Or perhaps it had seemed like he thought that he was the one who should decide what happened between them, and when? Scott’s heart raced faster and faster. Maybe—?
The thought died unfinished as Joe finally spoke up. “Tonight, Scottie, you’re the one who’s going to screw me.”
* * * * *
“I don’t want to be a dom!”
Joe had mentally prepared himself to deal with a few different reactions, but that was one he’d completely failed to anticipate. All the stress that had been building in him through the day dissolved.
Laughter bubbled up inside Joe, more from a combination of relief and the realisation that he’d been an idiot to imagine Scott would react in any other way, than from amusement, but it still felt wonderful to let it out.
Scott’s look of horror faded. A small, self-mocking smile appeared in its place. He joined in with Joe’s laughter. “You r-really had me g-g-going there! For a s-second I actually thought you were s-serious.”
“I was. I still am.”
Joe’s laughter trailed off into a chuckle before drawing to a perfectly natural conclusion. Scott’s laughter cut out as if something had pressed a mute button.
It was several seconds before Scott found the remote and was able to break the silence. “P-pardon?”
“I was serious,” Joe repeated. “And I still am—perfectly serious.” He stepped forward.
Scott already stood close to the bedroom wall. One step back and he was pressed firmly against the paintwork.
Joe placed his hands on the wall either side of Scott’s shoulders. Dipping his head, he brought his lips to Scott’s ear.
“You are going to screw me, sweetheart. But don’t, for a single moment, think that means you’ll be the one giving the orders.”
“I…um…” Scott swayed toward Joe and his naked skin rubbed temptingly against Joe’s clothes.
Scott’s nerves only made Joe more confident that he had made the right decision.
As Joe pulled back far enough to study Scott’s expression, Scott took a deep breath and tried to calm himself a little.
Now that he was trapped safely against the wall, he seemed to find that a far more manageable task.
A minute passed. Scott’s attention seemed to focus in on Joe’s lips, but Joe couldn’t tell if that was because Scott found it so hard to believe what he had just said and was waiting for more words that would explain everything, or because he wanted another kiss. Joe gave him neither.
Another minute of silence.
“Yes, s-sir.” For Scott, the words were spoken with surprising tranquillity. That in itself raised a red flag in the most protective part of Joe’s mind.
Joe stepped back from Scott and folded his arms across his chest to make sure he didn’t reach out to Scott before he should. It would be far too easy to lose focus and make the wrong decision if his senses were alive with the sensation of Scott’s skin beneath his hands.
Joe even made himself keep his gaze up on Scott’s face, away from all that wonderful naked skin. “Are you just saying that because you think it’s what a sub should always say to a dom?”
“More because it always f-feels like the right thing to say to y-you,” Scott whispered.
It would have been hard for him to have picked a statement more likely to head straight to Joe’s cock, but Joe steeled his resolve and forced at least a little of his blood to aim for his brain rather than his shaft.
“Before tonight, have you ever thought about screwing me?” he asked.
Scott shifted his weight nervously onto the balls of his feet and back. The movement made Joe look momentarily down, and Scott’s erection bob temptingly.
“It’s not a trick question,” Joe promised, dragging his gaze back up to Scott’s eyes.
Scott gave a jerky nod. “Yes, I’ve th-th-thought about it.”
Something inside Joe relaxed. He wasn’t pushing Scott into doing something he didn’t want to do after all. Scott wanted to screw him, and Joe had never imagined he could be so thoroughly overjoyed by finding out a guy wanted to top him.
It wasn’t that he’d been worried about making a fool of himself when he announced his plans for the night, of course he hadn’t.
He wasn’t the type. Joe had always done whatever the hell he wanted without worrying about what anyone thought and…
and he really wasn’t fooling himself with that line of bull anymore.
Things were different with Scott; and whatever way Joe tried to twist the facts, it was bloody fantastic to know that the limb he’d crawled out on wasn’t going to be cut off when he least expected it.
Joe allowed himself a small smile. “I’ve thought about it too.” He finally let himself move, but rather than close the gap between himself and Scott, he strode across to his wall of toys. “And I promise you, there wasn’t a single scenario that passed through my mind that featured me as a sub.”
Scott licked his lips. He was still nervous, but now, unless Joe was very much mistaken, that was all due to anticipation. Scott’s only concern now revolved around finding out which toy Joe intended to introduce him to.
Joe ran his palm over a paddle. His fingers flirted with a whip. Scott would love them—their session with the crop had left Joe more convinced of that than ever. But, when he finally took an implement down from its hook, it wasn’t anything that might fall against Scott’s skin and redden his arse.
Scott let out a soft little moan of pleasure as he saw the handcuffs Joe had selected. The moment Joe stepped toward him, he held out his wrists to be cuffed.
“No.”
Scott’s gaze jerked from the restraints up to Joe’s eyes.
“Behind you.”
The words had barely had time to leave Joe’s lips before Scott turned around and put his hands behind him, offering his wrists close together at the small of his back.
The cuffs weren’t the kind sold in the high street sex shops.
There was no furry padding around them, no safety release function.
When the metal curled around Scott’s wrists, it sounded serious.
That only seemed fitting to Joe, since he’d never been so serious about a guy.
Scott, however, damn near jumped out of his skin.
It only took Joe a moment to have Scott’s other hand restrained.
Scott squirmed, instinctively testing his bonds, even though they both knew he’d never actually want to escape them.
“They’re not supposed to be comfortable,” Joe told him, stepping closer and trapping Scott’s hands between their bodies. This time, when he put his lips to Scott’s ear, he nipped sharply at the lobe. “They’re supposed to remind you who’s in charge.” As if there could ever be any doubt…
“Y-you are,” Scott confirmed, leaning back against Joe without any apparent care for the comfort of his own wrists.
“Smart boy,” Joe said. He stepped back. It was only the fact that Joe reached out and caught hold of his arms that kept Scott on his feet once his support was taken away.
“I’m sorr—”
Scott’s words cut out with a shocked little gasp when Joe released Scott’s left arm and brought his hand down sharply on Scott’s naked backside.
“What did I tell you about unnecessary apologies?” Joe asked.
Scott looked over his shoulder and met Joe’s gaze. “I…” he frowned. “I’ll k-keep working on it?” he hazarded.
“Good idea.” Joe grinned as he released his hold on Scott and moved away.
Now very ready to play, Joe pulled his T-shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Stripped to the waist, he sat on the end of his bed to undo his boots.
Scott stood and watched. There wasn’t much else he could do while his hands were cuffed behind his back. Joe tugged one boot off and set it aside.
There were certain things that were difficult to ignore, no matter how determined a man was to forget about them, or how engrossed he was with his lover.
The way the plug that Joe had lodged in his arse shifted around when he sat down was one of his top ten in that category.
The way it moved when he leaned forward and untied his laces was right up there, too.
Boots and socks off, Joe stood up and undid his fly.
The messages his prostate sent shooting through his body were an unfamiliar distraction. That was his only excuse for not realising that Scott had moved until Scott was already down on his knees, positioned directly in front of him with his mouth open.
Joe’s jeans were still around his hips, his cock barely exposed, but he abandoned all thought of undressing further. Priorities were priorities. He nodded his permission.
Scott shuffled forward. The first kiss he placed upon the tip of Joe’s cock was very gentle, almost chaste, but any idea of anyone ever being pure or innocent died the moment Scott wrapped his lips around the shaft.
Internal muscles that weren’t entirely under Joe’s conscious control tensed. The plug pressed ever more firmly against Joe’s prostate.
Scott sucked around Joe’s cock as he dipped his head forward; his tongue did fantastic things against every inch of flesh that slid past his lips.