Part 14 Yours Faithfully #3
Joe frowned. Was that part of it? Was Scott worried that Joe wouldn’t be able to provide for him, that he wouldn’t be able to look after him financially if he needed to?
Joe’s mind raced as he flicked through a mental scrapbook of the time they’d spent together.
It was possible that Scott thought Joe was barely able to care for himself financially, let alone another man.
Never betraying anything about his thoughts, Joe turned accountant and raced through a whole host of calculations he’d never bothered with before. Wages. Overtime. Rent. Bills. Joe hadn’t done that much mental arithmetic since he was in school.
* * * * *
“My toy collection is complete.”
Scott snapped out of his near Zen-like state with a jerk.
He’d known deep down that Joe would be disappointed to find that he hadn’t even added an extra fly swat to his toy collection since his last visit.
Scott had been to Joe’s place often enough to know how important having the right equipment was to him.
Hell, Joe didn’t even seem to own anything that wasn’t kinky. “I’m s-sorry. I d-didn’t—”
“I’m not complaining,” Joe cut in. “I’m perfectly happy with my hand. I’m just…mentioning it.”
“Yes, s-sir.” Scott peered blindly down at the blanket beneath him, trying to work out what the hell Joe was trying to tell him.
“So, I don’t need to spend any more money on toys,” Joe went on.
“Yes, s-sir,” Scott said again. It seemed like the only safe thing to say while he remained completely baffled.
“The club and the sauna both pay well,” Joe announced. “So do the other places I work occasional shifts. And a lot of my income will be freed up now I don’t need to buy any more leather and stuff.”
“Yes, s-sir.” Finally, something inside Scott’s brain joined the dots. An image of the real conversation taking place appeared before his eyes. “N-No, sir!” Scott twisted around and tried to look over his shoulder.
Joe’s hand came to rest on the back of his neck and stopped him short. “Stay where you are.”
“I d-don’t want your money,” Scott blurted out.
Joe’s grip on his neck didn’t ease in the slightest.
“It’s n-not about that.” Scott closed his eyes. The obvious thing to follow up that statement with was what this was about. He drew a complete blank and dipped his head toward the bed sheet in defeat. He really wouldn’t have blamed Joe if he walked away from him in disgust that very second.
As soon as Scott stopped trying to look over his shoulder, Joe eased the pressure on his neck. He went back to rubbing his palm across his buttocks.
Scott tried to breathe deeply and slowly, but he was only moderately successful.
Joe’s hand disappeared.
Scott tensed, waiting for Joe to take another guess at the root cause of his idiocy. Instead, Joe’s hand came back, connecting sharply with Scott’s right arse cheek.
With a yelp that had everything to do with shock and nothing to do with pain, Scott shot forward on the bed.
Apparently, Joe hadn’t expected that. He made no move to try to stop him. Scott automatically turned to look at him. This time he succeeded. Joe blinked at him, obviously too surprised to hide his first reaction.
A moment later, Joe’s lips twitched and his expression cracked into a grin.
Blushing brightly, Scott moved himself carefully back onto his hands and knees, presenting his arse to Joe again.
Joe didn’t punish him for his mistake or make him beg. He immediately settled his fingers back against Scott’s arse. A few circles later, Joe lifted his hand. The palm came down on Scott’s left buttock this time.
Now that he knew what to expect, Scott didn’t flinch. He remained exactly where he was and took the firm smack with pleasure. Heat radiated out through his body until it reached the tip of each finger and toe.
He clawed at the blanket and tried to hold onto his wits as the spanking began in earnest, but no grip on mere cotton had any chance of helping him keep his sanity.
Joe stole his mind as easily as he ever had.
“Please, s-sir.” Scott had no idea what he begged for; only that he needed something, and Joe was the only one who could provide it.
His hand fell on Scott’s arse again and again.
Crying out as both his intellect and his emotions spiralled and whirled out of control, Scott kicked out against the sheet. His limbs were no longer his to control and—
“Scott!”
The word cut through all the madness and confusion in Scott’s head. It sliced straight toward that part of him that was the most ancient and primitive. The syllables didn’t matter; the tone made Scott freeze.
Dominance, authority, confidence. Whatever it was that filled Joe’s voice, it swept away all Scott’s uncertainty and brought him back to the here and now. Scott cautiously stole a glance over his shoulder.
His gaze met Joe’s.
Joe stared back at him very seriously for several moments and Scott found himself incapable of looking away. Then, Joe smiled. He lifted his hand closest to Scott’s face and rested it tenderly against his cheek.
He kept his other hand on Scott’s arse. He didn’t caress or stroke. He didn’t need to. Every bit of Scott’s skin that Joe touched still trembled with bliss.
“That’s right,” Joe said, his voice dripping with gentle reassurance. “You’re fine, aren’t you?”
Scott nodded.
Joe moved his hand over Scott’s spanked arse very slowly, making him whimper. “Painful?”
Scott shook his head.
“Sore?”
Scott shook his head again. He probably should have been sore, but pleasure overruled the possibility of any negative sensation entering his body right then. “Just h-h-hot, sir,” he managed to whisper.
“Hot’s good,” Joe said. “I’ve always thought you were the hottest sub I’ve ever met, but when you’re like this, it’s the icing on the kinky cake.”
Several minutes passed before Joe moved his hand up and rubbed his palm over Scott’s freshly spanked arse once more. This time, he dipped the tips of his fingers between Scott’s cheeks and caressed his hole.
* * * * *
Joe didn’t just admire Scott’s arse as he teased the cleft between his buttocks.
He studied every line and muscle in Scott’s body.
There was no hint of fear or pain in him.
He was all acceptance, all submission. If there had just been a little more certainty of his own worth mixed in with it, he’d have been undeniably perfect.
Joe’s need to reassure collided with the desire to bury his cock deep within Scott’s arse and make everything very simple and straightforward between them.
His erection ached, but so did something deep inside his brain.
“Lay down.”
Joe didn’t expect to issue that order, or any order. One second he was busy trying to decide what to do next; the next moment, his instincts had taken over and the decision had already been made.
With no possible way of knowing how much confusion reigned in Joe’s head, Scott obeyed him without any hesitation. He lay down on his stomach, turning his head to the side so he could see Joe and track his movements.
Nothing complicated. Joe had no doubt he’d be able to find plenty of pervertable things among Scott’s belongings if he wanted to tie him up, or do any of a dozen other kinky things with him.
But this wasn’t the time for any kind of elaborate set up.
Joe grabbed lube and a condom from his jeans, then tossed the crumpled denim back onto the floor.
It only took him a moment to sheathe his cock with latex.
Scott made no comment, although he watched it all.
Slicking his fingers, Joe wasted no more time before finding Scott’s hole and starting to prepare him. His buttocks were scorching hot after the spanking. The heat seeped into Joe’s palm as he steadied Scott while he worked the fingers of his other hand deeper inside his body.
Joe knew Scott’s body better than he’d ever known another lover’s. And even if he hadn’t, he didn’t need to look at a guy’s arse to know what he was doing. Joe was free to look at Scott’s face, and he eagerly watched each emotion and reaction spread across his features.
God, but he was gorgeous.
Scott’s whimpers and moans filled the air. He sounded as incredible as he looked. Joe had never heard anything so beautiful.
If the walls weren’t soundproof, whoever lived in the rooms on either side of Scott would have no doubts about just how much their neighbour was enjoying himself—no doubt that Scott’s boyfriend was very capable of keeping him satisfied.
They’d have to have been idiots to think he needed anyone else in his life.
Joe wished he could believe that Scott was as happy and content as he sounded.
Perhaps he couldn’t know that for sure until he read whatever was in Scott’s next note to him and fixed whatever was broken between them.
But, if nothing else, Joe was soon certain that Scott’s hole was as ready for him as it could ever be.
Moving one hand to Scott’s waist, Joe tugged at his torso until Scott got the hint and rolled onto his side with his back toward Joe. Scott shuffled around the bed very carefully, obviously doing his best to follow Joe’s silent orders without making a single mistake.
Soon, Scott was spooned in front of him.
“That’s right,” Joe whispered, as he lay down behind him. The moment their bodies lined up, he had his cock nestled snugly between Scott’s super-heated cheeks. “So good.”
Scott murmured his agreement and rolled his hips, encouraging Joe to thrust deep inside him. Placing one hand on Scott’s hip and holding him still, Joe pushed forward. He only allowed the head of his cock to enter Scott’s hole; then he stopped.
Scott took a shaky breath and squirmed beneath Joe’s grip on him.
Joe refused to offer Scott any hint of freedom, or permission to move.
Keeping everything very slow, very controlled, Joe pushed his cock just a little deeper, before retreating.
Barely an inch of his shaft slid into and out of Scott’s arse with each movement of Joe’s hips.