Chapter 16 #3
Another kiss. Words murmured against Ray’s skin. “It’s okay.”
Whatever Zavier was using stretched a bit, but after a couple more winds, Ray’s hands were well and truly tied behind his back, and everything seemed light and wavy. “Zav.” His speech was weird.
“Yes?” Strong arms held him. Zavier’s hand pressed against his stomach.
“Can I—kneel again? ’Cause I’m gonna fall over.”
A small laugh. “And here I was going to tie you up and spank you—but seems that’s not punishment at all, is it?” Zavier pulled Ray down against him. Moving and rotating him until he was, in fact, lying across Zavier’s lap.
Couch was real leather, too. This close, his nose pressed against the cushion, there was no doubt. “I’m sorry I’m not what you want.” He’d never been what Zavier wanted. “I just wanted you to like me. Join my band.”
Fingers skimmed over his ass. “Ray, you’re exactly what I want.”
The shock and the sting of the first swat against his ass drove breath from Ray’s lungs.
“And I like you quite a lot.”
Another blow, harder than the first. The pain spread up his spine, then turned into heat and light, and Ray bit back a moan.
“And I’m in your damn band.” There was an edge to Zavier’s voice now, and when his hand landed, Ray cried out. Fuck, that hurt.
“I’m really tired of hearing about high school, so we’re not going to talk about that anymore.”
Zavier kept spanking him, and Ray squirmed and slid and cursed.
Because each blow was fire that stung and made him shake, and each piece of that pain melted and shifted and made him want more.
“Please,” he said between gasps for air, “Oh god, please.” His cock rocked against Zavier’s thigh with each blow.
“You know how to make me stop.” There was such a coolness to Zavier’s voice. So much command.
Ray whimpered. He did know. Problem was, he didn’t want Zavier to stop—he didn’t know what he wanted—but stopping wasn’t even on the list.
But after more blows—Ray didn’t even know how many—Zavier did stop. Ray gasped and sobbed. “Fuck, no. Don’t stop!”
“Shhh.” The pinch Zavier gave his ass cheek made Ray see spots and flooded his senses with that heady mix of pain that melted to pleasure. “I have you. And we’re not done.”
He tried to move his arms, failed, and remembered they were bound behind his back. He was in the back of a tour bus with Zavier Demos, who’d just spanked the hell out of him. “What the fuck are we doing?”
Zavier tapped his ass, and even that gentle touch sent shivers of pain-pleasure all through him. He groaned.
“Something we probably should have done a lot sooner, in retrospect.” A click-snap punctuated Zavier’s sentence and cool, slick liquid spread down Ray’s crack.
Lube. Oh god. He squirmed. He was already damn hard from the spanking, but this—even the anticipation had him losing his head and nearly his load.
As if reading his thoughts, Zavier spoke. “Don’t you dare come yet.” There was a growl to it. “Not until my cock is nice and deep inside you.”
Ray bit his tongue and fought every urge to come unglued right there and then. “Better fuck me soon, then.”
Three sharp blows to his ass had Ray gasping. “I’ll fuck you when I’m damn well ready.” Zavier teased a finger against Ray’s hole. “And you’re not ready at all.” He pressed a digit in.
Ray’s mind blurred and slipped away at the familiar pain and then the sweetness of being breached and filled.
His breaths were closer to a long string of moans.
“Please. Please please please.” God, oblivion was right there.
He could taste the science and heat and light. Hell, he was already floating.
Zavier finger-fucked him, gently at first, then harder, hitting his prostate with each thrust until Ray couldn’t help seeking friction for his cock. He was so close. He wanted to let go and vanish into that heat. Would have, but for one little command. “Zav!”
A devilish chuckle. “You’re so damn beautiful, strung out. Almost makes me want to tease you for the rest of the night. Keep you right here—on edge until you can’t stand it. Until you’re begging me to let you come.”
He was already. “Zav, please.”
Zavier manhandled him, swinging him around until he was sitting on that lap again.
Zavier’s hair was disheveled and the skin under those amazing tattoos was flush.
And his eyes—oh god, they seemed to peer into Ray’s soul.
Zavier moved them again, the muscles in his arms flexing, and he sat up and on the edge of the couch.
Ray wrapped his legs around Zavier’s back and leaned in.
His ass hurt from the spanking. No doubt it would hurt more when Zavier fucked him.
He’d never felt more vulnerable with anyone. Or more safe. Naked. Bound. In Zavier’s arms. He pressed his forehead against Zavier’s shoulder. “Please make the world go away.”
Teeth scraped against Ray’s skin. “I will. For you, I will.”
A wrapper ripped, Zavier rolled the condom down over his dick. More lube, then Zavier was lifting him up—fuck, he was strong. Drummer’s arms. Shoulders that Ray could lick and suck and bite.
Zavier lowered Ray slowly, and his cock was there, pressing against Ray’s hole, then stretching and burning. Ray groaned as Zavier entered him. The fullness, the pain that turned to sparks and heat in his blood.
“Oh,” Zavier breathed out. “Yes. Like that.”
Ray didn’t know what he was doing. He held on with his legs and cried out every time Zavier thrust up into him.
This was going to kill him. The decadence, the sheer overload.
Zavier pounding up, hard, fast, each stroke a perfection of light and sound and rhythm.
Ray rocked in time, finding Zavier’s beat, and added his own melody of grunts and pleas and moans on top.
He wanted so badly to come. If his hands had been free, he’d have been beating himself off to get there. But Zavier had taken that away, and given him so much.
“Look at me,” Zavier murmured against his ear.
Their gazes met, and there was fire in those eyes as they tracked over Ray’s face. “That’s it, Ray, let go. Let it all go for me.” He held Ray’s hips in a bruising grip and thrust up hard. Again and again and again. “Give all of it to me.”
Ray was consumed by both ecstasy and agony.
The concert. The high of fans screaming his name, the low of Carl’s snarl and his words.
The fear he’d never be good enough. His rage at Zavier for saying no all those years ago.
All those moments became the sobs, the cries, and the moans he threw at Zavier.
He didn’t know what he was saying or if anything made sense, but Zavier didn’t stop moving inside him, didn’t stop the sweet and agonizing beat.
Zavier seemed to drink all of Ray’s words down with moans and cries of his own, until at last he wrapped a hand around Ray’s dick and pumped.
Different rhythm, faster and tighter. Ray wouldn’t last another second, no matter what command. “Zav, I can’t, I can’t...”
“Come for me, Ray. For me.”
The world split into light and the shattering music of sparks and colors, and his whole body burned.
Ray was vaguely aware of Zavier’s surprised curse and his rhythm falling to pieces as he thrust into Ray’s body.
At the end, Zavier held Ray, his cock buried inside, and his breath coming in huffs on Ray’s shoulder.
Everything was perfect. No noise, no chaos. Just the rumble of a motor, Zavier’s kiss on his shoulder, and Ray’s gloriously aching body. He held on to the oblivion until the colors faded and his leg told him this wasn’t the most comfortable arrangement.
But even then, some of the peace remained, so he closed his eyes and leaned into Zavier.
“That’s some benefits,” he murmured.
Zavier laughed, and that was heaven, too.
Zavier eased out of Ray, though he wished he could have remained buried longer. Wanted to hold on to the compliant and relaxed man in his arms for a few more minutes. But practicality won out over desire.
Besides, he needed to free Ray’s wrists. Took a bit to unwind the wrap—cuffs would have been easer, but he hadn’t thought of packing those. Or rather, he had, but decided against it because he wasn’t going to get involved with Ray.
He had absolutely no regrets about tonight. None. Ray had needed him, had needed this.
And so had he.
Once his arms were free, Ray wrapped them around Zavier’s neck. “Thank you.” It was a whisper of words. “You have no idea.”
Zavier rubbed his back. He knew, probably more than Ray realized. “Your ass is going to hurt tomorrow.”
“Don’t care. Will remind me of you.”
Admittedly, he enjoyed the hell out of that thought—Ray aching and cursing, then remembering Zavier’s hands and cock. “Good.”
A chuckle from Ray.
“I need to get up,” Zavier said. “Lose the condom.”
Ray muttered something but relaxed, so Zavier shifted him over and poured him onto the leather cushions, grateful there was enough space to lay him out. Zavier stood and pulled off the rubber. In the adjoining tiny bathroom, he wrapped it in tissues and stuffed it in the trash.
When he stepped back into the lounge, Ray wiggled on the couch and winced. “Fuck, you’re brutal.”
“That was hardly brutal.” A little spanking and some fucking? He shook his head and chuckled. “But the real question is...did you enjoy it?”
Ray stilled. “Yes.” So much emotion was balled up into that one word. Ray reached for him...
...and Zavier went. Because after was just as important as before and during. Maybe more so. He lay down and wrapped himself around Ray, spooning against his back.
Ray settled in, relaxing against him. “I loved it,” he said. “Is that weird?”
“Not one bit.”
Ray trembled, the night catching up with him. The adrenaline slipping away. “You won’t use it against me, will you?”
“Never.” Zavier stroked his hair.
“Because I know I’m not—I’m not—” He gave a helpless grunt.