Part Twelve First Class #4
“That’s right, Scottie,” Joe praised. His voice was rough and pleasure hung from every syllable. “You’re doing fine.”
A wave of relief mixed with bliss swept through Scott’s body, and almost prompted him to move. He resisted until Joe nodded, just once.
Scott didn’t need to ask what permission Joe was granting him with the gesture.
Still staring into Joe’s eyes, Scott pushed forward.
Inch by inch he slid his erection deeper into Joe’s body.
It felt like centuries since he’d felt that tight, hot, sensation wrap around his shaft, and there was nothing like it in the world.
As his hips came to rest against Joe’s buttocks, Scott had no choice but to still, barely able to catch his breath.
Part of him wished there was some sort of chastity device he could ask to wear.
Even if he hadn’t already given Joe his solemn word that he wouldn’t come without permission, Scott knew an accidental orgasm simply wasn’t an option tonight.
An early climax when Joe was topping might have annoyed Joe, but it probably wouldn’t have completely ruined things for him.
Coming too soon when he was actually topping… Scott whimpered. The consequences didn’t bear thinking about.
He took another deep breath, only to let it out as a heartfelt moan, when Joe clenched and relaxed his muscles around him. It felt so good, but he couldn’t allow himself to dwell on that, couldn’t permit himself to really feel the offered ecstasy.
In the mirror’s reflection, Joe nodded again.
Concentrating very carefully, Scott pulled back. Cold air caressed skin that had quickly grown to love the body heat that had encircled it. Every cell in Scott’s body screamed that he needed to get his cock back inside Joe.
He lurched clumsily forward. Joe’s gaze never wavered. Several jerky thrusts later, Scott saw Joe’s expression change.
“Stop.”
Scott froze. Even his heart failed to beat and panic bubbled up inside him.
Joe shifted his position, making his internal muscles do wonderful things around Scott’s erection. Moving his right hand away from the headboard, Joe reached back. For a horrible moment, Scott thought Joe intended to push him away, but Joe’s hand came to rest on Scott’s side.
“Just follow me.”
With the slightest pressure of his hand, Joe guided Scott’s whole body forward, then back again. Scott made three thrusts that were no better than those that had gone before. Closing his eyes, he concentrated upon Joe’s hand with every scrap of energy at his disposal.
Slowly, as if there were some strange and primitive magic at work, he felt his muscles relax. As the tension left him, it became far easier for him to follow Joe’s lead. His thrusts gradually became smooth, almost graceful.
“That’s right.”
Joe sounded just as in control of the world as ever, just as dominant as any man could ever be.
“That’s exactly what I want from you.”
And, somehow, those last few words made everything come into focus inside Scott’s head. This wasn’t about him and his cock, any more than it was about his tongue or his mouth when he sucked Joe off.
He wasn’t topping, not really. He was simply using a part of his body to make his master happy and nothing could be more natural or right than that. All he had to do was concentrate on pleasing Joe, and everything would be fine.
Scott opened his eyes. He barely noticed when Joe dropped his hand away from his side a minute later. His attention was all on Joe’s face as he fought to work out what sort of movements would please Joe best.
“Perfect,” Joe whispered.
Scott’s soul sung out in ecstasy at the praise and he thrust into Joe again.
* * * * *
Joe bit back a groan. He managed to keep his head up and his attention focused on Scott’s reflection, but even that little modicum of self-control took more and more effort to maintain by the moment.
Scott had found his rhythm now. Apparently, he’d found his confidence too. His thrusts were strong and determined—and every damn one of them connected with Joe’s prostate.
Joe had already let his hand drop away from Scott’s side. Scott didn’t need that kind of help anymore. But Joe would have been more willing to cut off his hand than return it to the bed frame.
Joe wrapped his fist around his cock and roughly stroked himself in counterpoint to Scott’s well-paced thrusts.
The joy pounding through his veins doubled over and over again.
He hadn’t indulged in this particular side of the game for so long, hadn’t felt the need to, hadn’t found anyone he wanted to do it with.
Scott moaned, a sound crammed full of both frustration and desire. Joe lifted his gaze back to the reflection. Scott was once more staring obediently into the mirror. Such a good submissive…
His desire to serve his dom and put his own pleasure last hadn’t changed just because he was topping rather than bottoming.
If anything, it seemed to have made that instinct even stronger.
Joe’s certainty that he had made the right decision when he planned out their scene for that night grew stronger than ever.
He saw in Scott’s gaze that Scott hadn’t missed the fact that Joe was allowed to jack himself off while he was being topped.
Joe didn’t need anyone’s permission to do that.
He didn’t need to wait until someone else offered him a hand or an order.
Joe was free to come whenever he wanted and by whatever means he chose.
The fact that everything they did that night was something happening for Joe’s pleasure rather than because he wanted to give Scott a special treat seemed to sink a little more deeply into Scott’s mind.
His peaceful acceptance of that lit the last little firework of bliss that Joe needed to push him over the edge.
Joe yelled out as he came, his hand working his cock more and more rapidly as he spilled across the sheet beneath him.
It was so easy to forget just how different it felt to be topped, when it had been so long since the depth of someone’s submission inspired his desire to feel another man’s cock inside him.
The spikes of ecstasy that strummed through Joe’s veins hit different notes, the pitch it sung at was higher, the waves and vibrations of bliss that coursed through his body were far more rapid.
Joe tried to catch hold of the melody and work out exactly how it differed from the joys of topping another man, but it danced away from him, leaving him gasping, his grip on both his cock and his headboard white-knuckled.
Head bowed, Joe forced great gulps of air into his lungs. A full minute passed before he straightened up and could look in the mirror. Scott’s eyes were closed very tightly, his face a picture of concentration as he bit down hard on his bottom lip.
Joe licked his own lips. He had no doubt Scott had broken his skin in his effort to control himself and not to come. Even though there was no earthly way he could twist around and bring their mouths together, Joe swore he tasted Scott’s blood.
“Scott.” His voice was gruff with satisfaction; the word was damn near barked out. “Look up.”
Scott did as he was told. His eyes opened very wide, his terror of coming without permission shining brightly for anyone to see.
It was an easy fear to cure.
“Come.” Joe held Scott’s gaze as he said it.
Relief. Gratitude. Then, every single emotion was wiped away as pure rapture took their place.
Scott’s hips bucked. He thrust his cock deep into Joe’s arse several times in quick succession.
He tossed his head back, screamed, and came.
There was no way Scott could reach out and steady either of them.
With his hands still cuffed behind his back, he was no more in control of anything than he had been on any of the times Joe topped him.
Joe was the one who kept them steady. He took everything Scott could give him without showing any reaction, and didn’t move a single inch until Scott eventually fell still.
Keeping a careful check on Scott each step of the way, Joe separated their bodies. Scott’s only contribution involved slumping back to sit on his heels in the middle of the mattress.
Joe left the bed and tidied himself up. When he turned back to the bed, Scott still hadn’t moved.
Sitting on the mattress next to him, and refusing to squirm like a man who’d just been very well screwed, Joe ruffled Scott’s hair—that made him look up.
“Hi.”
Joe smiled. “Hi yourself,” he murmured.
Without another word he removed the used condom from Scott’s cock. Scott didn’t say a thing as Joe cleaned him up. When Joe guided him to lie down on the bed, Scott followed his every hint with his usual clumsy willingness, but his brain really didn’t seem to be taking any part in the proceedings.
It was only when they lay together that Joe finally undid Scott’s cuffs and released his hands.
Moving with obvious caution, Scott brought both his arms in front of his body and warily worked the blood-flow back through them. Within a minute, one hand came to rest against Joe’s chest as he curled in closer to him.
Topping really hadn’t made him the least bit toppy, but it had given him a strange kind of confidence. Joe was sure Scott would never have dared to snuggle that way at the end of any of their previous scenes—not without a clear order.
Joe happily welcomed Scott into his embrace and, content that all was well with the world, quickly began to doze.
* * * * *
Joe had been fast asleep for almost an hour now.
Scott knew that, if he had any sense, he’d have been as quick to follow Joe’s lead in that as he was in everything else. It was already stupid o’clock in the morning. Most of Scott was perfectly willing to curl up and simply forget about anything and everything.
Afterglow danced in his veins; pride at being able to hold back and resist the temptation to come despite very, very severe provocation, took up a large portion of his brain.
He’d never imagined anything as erotic as the events of that night. He’d never felt lust like it.
Lust.
Scott sighed to himself.
After pounding so hard that he’d thought it might explode from his chest, Scott’s heart had now settled into a slow steady rhythm; not entirely unlike the beat beneath his palm where it rested on Joe’s chest.
Hearts.
If only the difference between his heart and Joe’s had been to do with something so simple as beat or blood flow. If it had been something like that, perhaps it would have been easier to fix.
Surgeons could do wonderful things these days. Scott had read in the paper only the other day that—
No.
Scott closed his eyes very tightly, but that didn’t make the matter any easier to hide from.
There was no point avoiding the truth anymore.
Denial had been increasingly difficult to maintain the last few weeks.
He didn’t need a cardiologist. If there were any specialist who could help him, it would be a psychiatrist.
Determined not to wake Joe up, Scott took as deep a breath as he dared and let it out as slowly and as calmly as he knew how.
He couldn’t write it off as lust anymore.
Scott was in love with Joe Stuart.
There. He’d said it; only silently and within the confines of his own mind, but still, it had been said.
Scott might have been aware for a long time that he probably liked Joe far more than he should.
Lust; he’d been in that with Joe since the first moment he’d set eyes on him.
He’d desired him, fantasised about him, longed for him.
Scott had done a hell of a lot of things that revolved around the sight, sound, and even scent of Joe.
He just hadn’t been willing to fully admit to himself that he was stupid enough to have fallen head over heels for a man like Joe. Even now that he knew he had crash-landed into it, it was impossible for him to pinpoint the specific moment he’d given in to such a foolhardy emotion.
Not just tonight, that was for sure. The last time they’d met up? No, long before that, too. Scott shook his head slightly, causing his cheek to rub against Joe’s shoulder.
The one thing Scott was sure of was that the moment he was given the chance to write his next note to Joe couldn’t come soon enough.
He knew what he had to write in it. Now, he just had to keep his nerve when he put pen to paper.