Part 14 Yours Faithfully #4
Scott clutched at the blankets on the other side of his body.
His whimpers had ceased while Joe rearranged them.
Now they came back, and their volume had doubled.
Joe thrived on every sound Scott made. He teased Scott with the possibility of being completely filled, and their bodies finally coming together, but he refused to actually let that happen.
Joe remained in complete control of every detail through sheer force of will.
Scott had to know that Joe wasn’t all impulses and quick stolen little moments.
Joe could play his part in another man’s life for the long haul.
He was trustworthy, dependable, patient.
He was all the things he probably didn’t appear to be at first, or even second glance.
In that particular moment, Joe was also a man who really needed to come.
The spanking seemed to have made Scott’s hole hotter and tighter than ever.
Joe growled, low down in the back of his throat and tightened his hold on Scott’s hip.
If Scott moved now, Joe couldn’t guarantee he’d be able to reign himself in and outlast him.
“Mine,” Joe whispered into Scott’s ear.
Scott tensed.
“Right here. Right now. Mine.” If nothing else, if never again, Scott at least had to allow him that.
Scott moaned with an even deeper brand of pleasure and nodded his head.
That deserved a reward. Joe thrust into Scott’s body, sheathing his cock to the hilt.
His crotch came to rest against Scott’s freshly spanked buttocks.
The heat radiating out from his skin was astonishing.
Joe slid his hand around Scott’s body and placed it low down on his stomach, just above his erection; both holding him in place, and demanding he remain perfectly still.
Time passed, but it had little meaning for Joe. Pressed against Scott’s back, he sensed every breath Scott took and every beat of his heart. They were as close as any two men could get, and Joe didn’t want to let that go.
He loved Scott.
He’d been trying to avoid acknowledging just how deeply in love with him he’d been for weeks. But suddenly, it became impossible to hide behind vague ideas of “I might be falling in love with him”. As if his body wanted to distract him from the admission, he lost any ability to remain motionless.
Joe’s hips began to rock and he was helpless to stop them. Soon, the movements turned into powerful thrusts. He could hardly pound into Scott while they spooned together, but within a few minutes, both of them were writhing on the bed and gasping for breath.
Joe moved his hand down a few inches and wrapped his fingers around Scott’s erection. He must have been just as desperate to come as Joe was. A few strokes and a word of permission had Scott spilling across the blanket in thick, creamy ropes. He yelled as he came.
There was no improvised gag to help him this time, and Joe made no attempt to quell the sound. The whole building probably heard him. Scott thrashed and kicked out, pushing his arse back against Joe’s cock until his orgasm gradually faded away.
Joe had enjoyed every moment of Scott’s orgasm. Now, he permitted himself his own moment of bliss. One deep thrust, then another, and Joe came. For a few blessed moments, he had no doubts about anything. It was all very simple and just as it should be.
Scott was in his arms, pleasure rushed through his veins, and Joe’s world was perfect. Even after the ecstasy ebbed away, Joe kept his eyes closed and clung to that feeling.
* * * * *
Scott didn’t dare move. It felt suspiciously as if Joe had fallen asleep behind him; their bodies still joined together, their limbs entwined.
Moving meant risking waking Joe. Scott wasn’t willing to do that; not even when the position which had brought him so much ecstasy offered only aching muscles and soreness in some very intimate places.
Breathing carefully so as not to jostle Joe, Scott looked for something neutral to think about; something which could distract him from the way his buttocks burned with the combination of Joe’s hand falling on them earlier, and Joe’s crotch pressed against them now.
It was no use, whatever he thought of brought either pain or sadness with it. Almost everything about Joe and the time they’d spent together went straight to Scott’s cock, and his shaft wasn’t ready to harden again without making its displeasure known through his entire nervous system.
As for sadness, thinking about the future hurt his mind just as much as memories of the past hurt his body. It was too soon to think about those things.
Scott frowned. He’d been so lost in his own thoughts he hadn’t noticed how tense Joe had become. Every muscle in Joe’s body had turned rock-hard behind him.
“S-sir?” The plea for reassurance was impossible to keep back.
“Have you given any thought to what you want to write in your next letter to me?”
Scott’s frown deepened until his forehead threatened to cramp. Was that what had made Joe so stressed out? Was Joe worried that he’d ask for too much, or maybe not enough? Did he think that he’d lie, or just that he wouldn’t like the truth when he read it?
“I…” Scott had no idea what to say.
Joe pulled away, separating their bodies. Scott closed his eyes but he didn’t sense Joe leave the bed. Joe merely rearranged himself before bringing their bodies close together again.
“It’s okay if you haven’t made any decisions yet.”
Scott relaxed slightly, but only slightly. He had the distinct impression that Joe didn’t really mean that. As unlikely as it was that a man as exacting as Joe would lie to try to spare someone’s feelings, Scott couldn’t believe that his words had any other purpose.
Joe probably wrote his note to him in just a few seconds.
There would have been no worrying or hesitating.
Joe was far more sensible than that. Scott was the only one who was so stupid he couldn’t even string together a few words well enough to explain the most important thoughts that would ever exist inside his head.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” Joe suddenly announced, lifting himself up to lean on one elbow and look down at Scott.
Scott turned slightly and gazed back up at him in return, holding his breath as he waited to hear what his future would hold.
“Pass my jeans to me.”
Scott obediently leaned over the side of the mattress and pulled Joe’s jeans up onto the bed.
Joe reached over him, dug into one of the back pockets, and pulled out an envelope.
“You’re going to put some thought into exactly what it is you want from me, from your life, whatever.
Then, you’re going to write it down. Then, you’re going to call me and tell me you’re ready for us to meet up. Any questions?”
Scott stared at the envelope as if it already held the answers to those questions. “How l-long do I have, s-sir?”
“As long as it takes.” Joe even sounded like he meant it. “Here.”
Scott took the proffered envelope, but he had no idea what to do with it at that particular moment. He held it very carefully, although it was impossible to believe that any more creases could fit onto the crumpled surface.
Scott ran his fingers over a deep fold in the paper. Joe was always hard on envelopes. They rarely arrived in particularly good condition, but the contents were always fantastic.
“Any other questions?” Joe prompted.
Scott shook his head.
“If there’s anything you need in the meantime, you’re to call me immediately.”
“Yes, s-sir.” There could be no doubt that Joe was trying to make him feel better now, and Scott knew it was probably his duty to repay that kindness by actually cheering up, but he couldn’t do it.
He still felt as if someone had cut a piece out of him. It was too late, he realised, in that very moment. It was pointless for him to worry about what would happen if he fell too far in love with Joe and ended up getting his heart broken beyond repair.
He’d already done the falling. It felt like his heart was already halfway through the breaking part, too. He was in love with Joe. If their, their whatever it was they could have together, ended now or in a year’s time, it was going to hurt like hell.
His choice wasn’t about how much pain; it was just about when he’d feel it.
If he was sensible about it, Scott knew he’d end it now.
Joe might be able to tempt him, but he couldn’t insist they become some sort of item.
He was bossy, but Scott had always known that Joe would take no for an answer if it came down to that.
If Scott walked away now, the ending would be safe, predictable. Scott liked safe and predictable; always had, always would.
“Scott?” Joe prompted.
“Do you have to leave s-s-straight away, sir?” Scott blurted out.
“No. I have time,” Joe said.
“Maybe you could r-rest for a while before you l-l-leave?” Scott asked, as emotionlessly as possible.
“Yeah, I can do that,” Joe said, as if it were no big deal.
Scott closed his eyes. It was a huge deal. As Joe lay down and wrapped his arms more firmly around Scott, it was the most humongous deal ever.
Scott dipped his head and pressed a kiss against Joe’s arm, just in case he wouldn’t get the chance to do it again. Opening his eyes, he looked down at the envelope Joe had given him to fill.
You have far more balls than you give yourself credit for…
There was just a small chance that Joe had been right when he wrote that. Scott took a deep breath. As crazy as the possibility sounded to him, maybe he did have it in him to be brave and take a risk. Maybe this really wouldn’t be the last time he’d share a bed with Joe.