Chapter 17 #3
With the world lifted off his shoulders and music in his veins, Ray was a sight to behold. Zavier would certainly do his part to keep him like that—and relish every moment, breath, and moan doing so.
After the sound check, they headed back to the lounge and dressing rooms. Dom ducked out to the bus for his book and Mish was hanging out with the crew, which left him and Ray alone as they made their way to the dressing rooms. Ray gave him a look that was sly and full of teeth, and slipped into one of the rooms. Well now, someone wanted a little action. Zavier followed and shut the door.
Ray leaned up against the vanity on the far side of the room. “I figured we had a few moments by ourselves.”
“So we do. Which makes me wonder why you’re over there and not kneeling at my feet.” Zavier pointed to the floor in front of him.
A lovely blush crept up Ray’s neck, and he was across the room and on his knees in an instant.
Good. While they’d set ground rules, they hadn’t talked about how they’d start scenes, especially given the limited time and privacy they had.
Zavier ran his fingers through Ray’s hair.
“You can always kneel if you want to play, Ray. Or ask me to fuck you, or however you wish. But if you don’t want to, simply say ‘red’ and I’ll back off. ”
“Safeword for even starting?” He looked up. “I’m saying yes now.”
Indeed, he was. Large pupils. Slight trembles. All that lovely tension. “I don’t want to be manhandling you and pressing you against a wall if that’s not your thing. Consent is sexy.”
Ray smiled. “That—I want that. Yeah, maybe not always, but I promise I’ll tell you if it’s too much. Or the wrong time. But please, please, surprise me. I need—” He took a breath. “I want to surrender. Make me.”
Oh, that was just too good to pass up. He tightened his hand in Ray’s hair. “You remember how I taught you to touch yourself?”
No nodding—his hand was too tight in Ray’s hair. “Yeah. I remember.”
“Get your dick out and show me. Slowly.”
He didn’t loosen his hold in Ray’s hair, but Ray obeyed—and nearly perfectly, too. Took that hard cock out of his pants and into his hand and stroked its length so slowly. Teased the head. Pressed into the slit. Twisted and slid.
He panted. “Can I touch my balls?”
“Yes.”
Such a show at his feet. Ray, his eyes closed, his mouth open, jacking himself off. Fondling his nuts. If they didn’t have a show in a few hours, Zavier would have whipped out his own dick and fucked Ray’s mouth.
Ray hissed. “Fuck.” Oh, he was close. Tempting to let him come, but even more to let him dance on stage and sing unsatisfied.
“Stop.”
Ray flicked his eyes opened and sighed, but he stopped. And that was lovely, too. The obedience. “You’re gonna make me wait.”
“As I said before.” Zavier stepped in and pressed his hard length against Ray’s face. “And you’re still not alone in that.”
Ray nuzzled Zavier’s jeans-covered shaft with his lips and nose. “You should wear leather tonight.”
Zavier pulled back on Ray’s hair. “Up, please.”
Ray rose, his jeans hanging open, and Zavier spun him around. “Hands on the vanity.” He spoke the order into Ray’s ear.
A little moan, and Ray obeyed. A few taps of Zavier’s hands against the inside of Ray’s thighs had him spreading his legs so nicely. All the tension fled from Ray’s body. “Zav...”
“You like this?” He stroked down Ray’s sides. So much clothing between them, but Ray still moved under his touch. Liquid and needy.
“Yeah. Can’t think when you do this. Don’t wanna...”
That was part of the point. Zavier chuckled and peeled Ray’s pants and underwear down, exposing his ass.
“Oh, that’s nice.” He ran his fingers over the bite mark he’d left.
Not a deep bruise, but enough for both of them to know what it was.
There was also a smattering of light bruising from the spanking.
“I can’t wait to lay a crop on you. Or a flogger. ”
“I—want that.” Ray was breathless. “At least try.”
Deep thrumming sounded through the room. Five Asylum’s sound checks. Zavier pressed a hand against Ray’s back. “Oh, we will.” He stroked one side of Ray’s ass, then slapped it. Hard.
Ray yelped, and Zavier held him in place. A bass refrain cut through the air and before Ray could settle, Zavier spanked the other cheek. “So here’s a little rule when we’re playing like this: you don’t tell me what I should do.”
“Oh fuck. Zav—I—”
Another blow, then another. And more until he’d laid down ten blows to each cheek.
Ray groaned, but through it all, he hadn’t moved much. Hadn’t tried to cover his ass. Which said something.
Zavier ran his hand over Ray’s ass cheeks. “Was that too much?”
A hiccupped laugh, then a whisper. “No.” Ray bowed his head. “I liked it. I hated it too, but I liked it.” He chuckled again. “Which I guess kind of defeats the purpose of punishing me.”
“Not at all.” Zavier skimmed his fingers between the cheeks and brushed Ray’s hole, which earned him a deeper moan. “It leaves you hot and bothered and wanting me, which is its own punishment.”
Ray sighed. “Yeah. I’ll give you that.”
Zavier tapped his ass lightly. “Get dressed. As much as I’m enjoying this, we’re pushing our luck.”
Ray moved slowly and carefully, but in a short time was relatively decent again, albeit with an impressive bulge in his pants. Not that Zavier could fault him. His own erection bordered on painful.
When Ray was done, he met Zavier’s gaze. “Can I at least ask for a kiss?” That sly smile was back.
Zavier grabbed the back of Ray’s neck and kissed that grin right off him. They moaned and melted and ground against each other—not so much a scene anymore, but two men desperate to tangle into each other until they both got what they wanted.
Ray broke the kiss. “Okay, maybe that was a bad idea.”
Zavier dug his fingers into Ray’s tender ass and savored the way they moved against each other. He could get off just on that. “I don’t know. I like your mouth, Ray.”
“And you haven’t even fucked it yet.” A murmur of words in his ear.
They eased apart. “Don’t tempt me. You need that instrument of yours.”
Ray scrubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, I know. I should probably go pre-game with tea.”
Yeah, that would be wise. Zavier stepped forward and claimed another kiss. “Go. I’ll start getting changed.”
Man, that smile was really everything. It looked so good on Ray, so easy. He gave a little salute and slipped out the dressing room door.
Zavier sank down into the nearest chair and cast a look around. He hadn’t been planning on leather tonight—it was hotter than hell out—but maybe he could compromise with something on the tighter side. Or really loose.
This is different, his mind whispered. And it was. It had been a long time, and if he were being truthful, the first time he’d enjoyed a partner both in and out of bed.