Part Thirteen Post Haste #2
Joe stared back at Scott, his forehead furrowing. He really didn’t seem to get why those two facts alone meant that Scott needed to run for a set of hills as big as the Alps.
Scott ran his hands over his face as he groaned with frustration.
I have to go because I’m falling in love with a man who I know can’t possibly love me in return. It was the obvious thing to say, and at the same time, the one thing he couldn’t possibly say.
“I n-need to go,” Scott muttered, and promptly sealed his lips before any further words could escape.
He pulled himself to his feet and tried to step past Joe, desperate to get out of there before his mouth won out over his brain and he ended up even more humiliated than he already was.
Suddenly, Joe’s hands encircled both Scott’s wrists. He’d moved so quickly the air must have blurred. He remained in his seat while Scott stood over him. But that didn’t make his grip any weaker; it didn’t alter his innate dominance either.
“You promised to do whatever I want tonight,” Joe said.
Scott frowned down at him in confusion. “W-What?”
“Earlier this evening, you offered to do whatever I want tonight.”
Scott blinked. “You said you’d w-wait and open the envelope at the end of the n-n-night.” It was impossible to keep the accusation out of his tone. Scott had come so close to having one more perfect evening with him…
“No. You asked me to keep the letter for later. You made a request. I just didn’t choose to grant it.” Joe was silent for a few seconds, as if to let those facts sink into Scott’s mind.
Scott nodded his acceptance. Everything Joe had said was accurate after all. Scott had always known that Joe had the final say in anything and everything they did together.
“You also made me an offer, which I accepted,” Joe reminded him.
“Anything you w-want tonight,” Scott whispered.
“Yes.”
Scott nodded again, a little more jerkily this time. They were going to have breakup sex. That was good. He could do this. It would be everything that he had hoped would happen. It would just take place in a different order.
He was still going to get to be with Joe one last time—that was the important thing.
Scott nodded for a third time.
Then, as if it had been waiting in the wings, hopping from foot to foot in its eagerness to make its entrance, the peaceful feeling that Scott had only ever experienced when Joe took control of him raced onto the stage and stepped into the limelight.
Scott had done his research. The internet called the feeling sub-space. Scott called it paradise.
The whole world took a step back, leaving just Scott and Joe. There were no decisions to be made now; no choices to agonise over. It was just him and Joe. And, if the occasional choice did crop up, Scott knew someone who would be more than happy to take it off his hands.
“Tell me what you w-want me to do, s-sir?” Scott asked.
Joe leaned back in his seat and smiled up at him—so calm, so confident. Releasing Scott’s wrists, Joe rested his hands on his thighs. Joe wasn’t hard. Scott looked down to double-check and be sure. For almost the first time, other than when they’d just had sex, Joe wasn’t turned on.
That situation had to be remedied; preferably before panic completely overtook Scott’s psyche.
Luckily, Scott knew just what to do to bring the world back to where it should be.
There was one thing that Joe had always enjoyed receiving from him, right from that first time Scott had climbed behind the bar at the club.
Scott dropped to his knees and hurriedly reached for Joe’s fly.
Joe didn’t stop him. He let Scott undo his jeans and free his cock from behind the well-worn denim.
Scott had never been more grateful that Joe always went commando.
Nothing else could get in his way. Dipping his head, Scott touched his lips to the tip of Joe’s shaft and worked his tongue beneath the foreskin to tease the glans as he steadied the length with his hands.
Almost immediately, Scott felt Joe’s shaft begin to swell and harden within his grip.
Relief rushed through him. Everything would be okay now.
Somehow, while Joe still got off on the way Scott went down on him, the world would keep turning on its axis and the seasons would pass just as they always had.
Closing his eyes, Scott pushed away any thought of what would happen to him after he left Joe’s flat at the end of the night. This was his last chance to enjoy himself with Joe. He wasn’t going to waste it worrying.
* * * * *
Joe stared down at the top of Scott’s head. Scott doesn’t want to submit to me anymore. The thought scrolled around and around in his mind. Scott doesn’t want to submit to me anymore.
Joe frowned as confusion clouded in around the thought and made it blur. Scott certainly wasn’t going down on him like a man who was even the slightest bit unenthusiastic about his task.
Just at that moment, Scott let out a whimper filled with pleasure and longing. As far as Joe could tell, Scott still thrived on being on his knees in front of him. Joe had always trusted his instincts regarding a man’s desire to submit to him before, but now…
Reaching out, Joe ran his fingers through Scott’s hair.
He tugged firmly at the strands, encouraging Scott to tilt back his head and open his eyes, without taking his mouth from around Joe’s shaft.
Right on cue, Scott blinked up at him; big blue eyes sparkling with need and lust. Looking at him, any man would think nothing had changed between them; that everything was right and as it should be with the universe.
But, whoever thought that, they’d be wrong. Joe knew that nothing was right anywhere, anymore.
“God, you’re beautiful.” Joe hadn’t intended to let those words out. They escaped from between his lips without his permission; his lack of control over the situation apparently ruining his control over his own voice box as well.
Scott glanced down for a moment.
Was that the problem? Joe’s mind raced faster and faster as he scrambled to work it out.
Was he being too soft, too romantic with him?
Maybe Scott didn’t think it was right for a dom to act that way with his sub.
Maybe he just wanted straight forward sex and orders from him.
Maybe he should never have let Scott top him.
Did Scott think that an occasional desire to bottom to another guy made him less of a dom, less of a “real man”?
Joe stared into Scott’s eyes as Scott looked back up at him. The pleasure Scott coaxed into him with every dip of his head didn’t make it any easier for Joe to think clearly.
Scott’s tongue flicked rapidly against the tip of Joe’s cock, making him groan and tighten his grip on Scott’s hair.
Tell me what you want.
Somehow, Joe regained enough control over his voice box to keep the words inside his head. He’d always known that Scott wasn’t the kind of man who’d be able to tell him what he wanted directly. He could hardly blame Scott for being the same man he’d always been.
No, Scott hadn’t changed; Joe was the one who suddenly found himself acting in ways he never would have believed possible just a few months ago. Soppy dates. Snuggling. Spending the night. Admitting to occasionally enjoying catching as well as pitching…
Joe took a deep breath.
Scott didn’t need to fix whatever had gone wrong between them. Joe was the dom; he had to be the one to sort it out. He had to find a way to make sure Scott wanted nothing more than to belong to him for the rest of his life.
Scott lowered his head, taking Joe’s erection almost all the way to the base.
As he pulled back, he caressed Joe’s cock with his tongue, right up to the tip.
On any other day, after a long shift at the bar dealing with idiots, Joe knew he’d have been quite content to lean back and simply enjoy watching the way Scott knelt and damn near worshiped his cock.
It wasn’t any other day.
Action was required. Joe wasn’t sure what sort of action; but that had never stopped him throwing himself into the first idea that arrived in his head before. Now was no time to be either sensible or cautious.
“That’s enough.” Joe pulled at Scott’s hair, just to reinforce the order.
Scott glanced up at him through his lashes but, instead of lifting his head, he tried to keep it over Joe’s lap and continue to work his mouth around his shaft.
Joe glared down at him. Scott had kept his hands resting neatly on Joe’s legs from the moment Joe’s erection had stiffened enough not to need support.
Now, Scott’s grip on his thighs tightened, as if he actually intended to wrestle with him.
That was a bad idea. Joe knew that grappling with a man whose teeth were in such close proximity to his cock was bound to end badly. Yet, even primitive self-interest couldn’t compete with Joe’s need to take control, with his desire for Scott to know that he was in control.
He tugged harder on Scott’s hair. “Do as you’re told!”
Scott suddenly quit struggling. He brought his mouth up off Joe’s cock and rose to crouch rather than kneel before him.
His surrender was too sudden. Joe didn’t realise he’d won the battle quickly enough. He kept trying to drag Scott backward.
Scott tumbled off his feet. Springing from his chair, Joe caught hold of Scott’s arms and tried to hold him up.
Momentum conspired with gravity. They landed with a thud so loud the downstairs neighbours were bound to complain about it next time Joe saw them.
Quickly recovering from his shock, Scott rolled and twisted around, trying to get out from underneath Joe’s heavier bulk.
“Are you hurt?” Joe demanded.
“N-no, I just—”
“Then stay still.”
Scott’s brow furrowed. He parted his lips to question Joe’s authority again.
Yes, that was the problem. Joe had been far too easy going with him. There had been too many attempts at romance and not enough statements of dominance. Well, at least that was something Joe knew how to correct.