Teaching Teacher

Chapter Nine

Seb unlocked the cottage and walked into the kitchen, Dan following. Ruari left them to go and get changed. As he went upstairs, he thought Seb muttered something about he supposed it had better be coffee and not a dram.

Ruari smiled; he'd been looking forward to a glass of wine. He opened the bedroom door, and stopped dead. So that was why Seb had disappeared for a while when he had called into the pub on his way home from school. And they weren't going to be able to take advantage of his creativity. The stab of disappointment surprised him. A wave of guilt filled him. Here he was thinking with and of his cock when Mrs. Clifford was being held at the B… Fucking hell. He dashed down the stairs two at a time. His T-shirt lifted up around his chest, his jeans half undone.

"The beach," he almost shouted as he ran into the kitchen. "The beach at the Lochan. Where the mad poet held that weird party. You remember, Dan, you must. Just after he appeared on the scene. Invited up all to his mystical evening at the Lochan side and told us it was his spiritual home. And old Mr. Farquharson stomped down, said he was trespassing, and that although locals were very welcome, incoming upstarts weren't. Farquharson said the only person who had a spiritual claim to it was he. It belonged to his family, and he'd be damned if he was letting anyone else have a claim to it. He rounded off by saying his ancestors would put a curse on anyone who said otherwise; and he'd make sure the curse worked." Ruari's excitement levels rose. He had to be right.

Dan stared. "Fuck me, yes. Well, no, don't fuck me, Hamish would never stand for it, incest almost, and all that. But yeah, I remember. He was red in the face, old Farquharson, determined to get Corbett off his land, and not one of us reminding him that there is no law of trespass up here. Ring Struan. Or Hamish. Or both."

"You ring Hamish. I'll ring Struan." Ruari was dialing as he spoke. He grabbed hold of Seb and moved the phone slightly away from his ear, so Seb could listen. As he pulled him to his side, he hugged him lovingly as they waited for Struan to answer.

"Hi? Got a possible place for you to check." Swiftly Ruari explained his thoughts on the matter to Struan. In the background he could hear Dan also on the phone, presumably to Hamish. He could tell that Seb was following both sides of his conversation. "Fine," he said eventually. "Will do. Yep. Ten minutes, right. We're all here."

He clicked off his mobile and waited for Dan to finish his call.

"Struan is going to pick us up. Well, he only wanted Seb, but I said it was all or nothing, so there will be two cars to pick us up soon. I'd better get dressed." He looked at his jeans, which had slipped farther down his hips. The only thing keeping them in place was the one thing that would rather have been out and working. Ah well, hopefully later. Especially if it got to work in that bedroom as he had seen it.

Rather than go upstairs and indulge in wistful thinking as to what might have been while he changed, he simply hauled his jeans up, and tucked in his T-shirt.

"Phew." He wrinkled his nose as the glare of headlights through the window showed cars arriving. "I smell of beer."

"Never mind, love." Seb was sympathetic. "I'm sure you'll enjoy your bath later." The tone of voice had him on high alert. So, something more in the bathroom later? Damn the mad poet. If he got to the bloke first, he might just let his temper get to him as well.

Two cars drew to a halt. Struan got out of the first one and walked to the door. Ruari opened it and stood back to let the other man past. He nodded in thanks and preceded Ruari into the lounge to where Seb and Dan waited.

"Right, listen up and listen well..." Struan said. His voice was testy. "Seb has to come because Mrs. Clifford will trust him. Ruari, you and Dan are only coming because you know exactly where Corbett held that damned party. I wasn't there, and Hamish says he was too drunk to remember." Struan's tone of voice conveyed the distrust that the statement had given him. A wink from Hamish out of his eyeshot gave rise to the suspicion that the distrust was not misplaced.

"So, Dan, you go with Hamish and P.C. Gillon. Seb, you and Ruari will come with W.P.C MacArthur and me. We'll stop at the top of the track and wait for the others. Don't forget. We have no way of knowing what's going on, even if they are there. In theory it could be consensual and innocent." Struan made a gesture with his hands to show what he thought of that statement. "For myself, I think you could be right, Red. Right. Let's go." He went outside and waited by the cars. "Have you set the alarm and locked up?"

"Yes, Mr. Policeman, sir." Ruari's voice was meek. "Grandmother and eggs spring to mind here, except I know you're years older than me."

"Cheeky bugger," Struan said. Seb laughed.

"And it was me who locked up and set the alarm," Seb said.

Ruari got in carrying the rucksack he had brought from the house. Struan looked at it, curiosity in his eyes, but didn't to comment. Seb glanced down and then at Ruari.

"Something we may need," Ruari whispered as they set off. "If things pan out as I think they might. Tell you later."

There was silence in the car except for the odd comment on the radio, and Struan checking with Ruari to see if he was still heading in the right direction around the Lochan.

"Okay," Ruari said. They'd driven about halfway around the water. "Stop here, whenever you can. I think there's a wee clearing on the left you can pull into. Yeah, there, see? We walked along that side track and went to a beach about half a mile away. If he has brought her here, that's the only beach I can think of that fits"

They waited for the other car. After it pulled in behind them, drew to a halt, and its occupants got out, Struan took charge very commandingly.

"Sure you're not related to him instead of me?" Ruari muttered to Seb out of the corner of his mouth. Seb stifled a laugh. Struan was certainly in charge.

"Okay," Struan said. "Take us as far as we can go without being seen. Then I'll decide what we do.

They nodded. Ruari was fairly sure he wasn't the only one who thought maybe he should salute.

Ruari led the way along the track, thankful there was enough moonlight to prevent them from tripping over fallen trees and into bramble bushes. He was equally glad that due to the lay of the land, they were able to use dipped headlights on the cars until they stopped.

"Right," he said in a low tone. "The beach is just around the next bend. This track comes out at the right as you look at the water. The party was about a hundred yards along to the left where the beach is widest. And, er, I've got an idea that might get us onto the beach without worrying him." Swiftly, he outlined his idea.

“We need to recce and then try to catch them unawares by acting as if something nefarious is going on when it’s totally innocent.” He winked. “Allegedly.”

Struan listened carefully, grinned, and then nodded.

"That might just work," Struan said in a thoughtful voice. "In fact, I bet it will. What do you need?"

"All in here." Ruari swung the rucksack off his back. He opened the closure to show them the contents. "I have booze and a blanket. Seb, Hamish, Johnny Gillon and…?" He looked at the W.P.C.

"Shona," she supplied.

"Shona and I will do the honors. If you go back about twenty yards, there's a tiny track that'll bring you out near where I think they could be. Okay?"

Struan nodded and turned to the uniformed constables. "Jackets etc. off then. Try and look less police-like." They did as they were bid. Johnny Gillon stripped his shirt off. Ruari produced a pair of cutoff trousers and a pair of shorts and handed them over.

"The shorts will be too big, Shona, but if you belt them tightly around your waist or something." She nodded and ignored them all as she calmly changed out of her uniform trousers, pulled on the shorts, and unbuttoned most of her shirt buttons before tying it in a bow over her midriff. Johnny put on the cutoffs as Hamish and Seb took off shoes and socks and tried to look suitably drunk and disheveled.

"Okay? Great. Give us a few secs to make appropriate drunken noises, and hopefully we'll cover up your bull in a china shop movements." Ruari laughed softly to show he was joking. A none too soft punch on his arm was the response.

"All set?" He received nods in return. "Right. Let's do it." He raised his voice and broke into an off-key version of The Proclaimers' "Ten Thousand Miles" and led then down the last few yards of the track.

"Dinna you drap thon blanket, Dougie." His voice was totally unlike the one he usually used, the words running into each other. "Me and wee Shona here'll need that in a wee bittie." He reeled around the corner on to the beach, his arm around a giggling Shona, wondering if all the playacting was necessary. The place looked deserted. "Whaurs the Drams?"

"Haud on," Seb spoke.

Shit was that really Seb speaking? Ruari was hard-pressed not to laugh out loud. He turned around in a fair imitation of a drunken spin and watched admiringly as Shona giggled and stumbled before falling to the ground.

"I've got it in ma bag. Wait while we get there." Hers was probably the most understandable words. The rest, all spoken in thick country accents, were unintelligible. Probably a good idea. Whoever was around wouldn't associate those voices with locals. Or understand what we're saying.

"Whaur we gan onyway?" Now Hamish, his arm draped around Johnny on one side and Dan on the other, slurred as he dragged his legs.

"Down a bittie. Whaur there's room tae spread oot a bit." He pulled Shona to her feet. "What can you see?" he asked under his breath.

"Tent," she said as she held on to him and pressed her mouth to his neck. "Near the trees."

"I see it." He raised his voice. "I caun see a wee tent. If there's onywan in it, Ih'm gauna ask if me an Shona can borrow it for a wee while. If there's no, we caun hai it onyway." His laugh was pure sex. He wondered if anyone could understand even one word in three of what they were all saying. Not that it mattered; he was sure they looked like a bunch of half-drunk idiots out for an evening of merriment.

"That's nae faur," Johnny was grumbling well, his thick Glaswegian accent was perfect and so unlike his normal voice. If Ruari hadn't watched him speak, he'd never have known it was him. "Wha shud ye get a the fun. Whit aboot us?"

Ruari had to force himself not to laugh; he could see they were all in the same boat. For all the seriousness of the situation, no one could help but enjoy talking in a way they would have earned them a thick ear as youngsters.

"Ach weel hae the drams." Hamish hiccupped. "Fu… ah feel seek." He stumbled toward the trees, and realistic retching noises were heard.

Whoever would have thought they were all such good actors?

Hamish stood up and neared the tent. Ruari watched in amazement as he reeled on his feet.

"Ahh Ih'm ready for ma dram the noo." Hamish flung his arms out, stumbled, and seemingly by accident fell onto the side of the tent. He lay there laughing like a loon. "Ach, ah'll stay here, its awfy comfy. Dougie, gies ma drink. It's a braw nicht to be restin here." He began to sing. Very, very, badly.

While Hamish's antics had been happening, they stumbled along, getting ever nearer to the tent. Was that movement he could see? Yes, he was sure the zip on the tent was moving.

***

Seb, arm in arm with Johnny, caught the movement. He saw Ruari glance his way. Yep, probably not a good idea to be too noticeable whereas Ruari draped all over a woman would not bring his real persona immediately to anyone's mind. He moved to the side of the tent where Hamish was sprawled and put a hand out to him.

"Oops." He gave a drunken sounding laugh. "I canna pull ye." He knew his thick accent was nowhere as good as the others, but as long as it didn't sound like Seb Keo, he reckoned it would be fine. In the moonlight he saw Hamish wink at him.

At the front of the tent, he could see Ruari, his face mainly hidden by Shona, peering at the as yet unseen occupant. He listened to his assumed voice and grinned.

"Aw, there's someone in it. We cannie use it the noo."

Seb watched as with exaggerated care the pair at the front of the tent moved forward and onto their knees by the partially opened zip. Dan, carrying the blanket high in his arms to partially cover his face, was just behind them.

"It's a mannie." Dan had pushed in front of the pair and shone a torch into the person's face, effectively making it difficult for him to see them.

"Hey, he's got a woman with him. Ach, they're into bondage. She's all tied up."

From his viewpoint at the corner of the tent, Seb saw Dan grab the man and carelessly push him towards Ruari, who with a laugh fell onto him, taking Shona with him, as they in effect held him down and captive. While the man was unable to move or see what was happening, Seb slipped behind him and into the tent.

Poppy Clifford was lying fully clothed at the back of the tent. Her hands and feet tied, a gag over her mouth. Her eyes were frantic as Seb moved forward. He put a finger over his lips and saw in the weak light filtering through the tent that she recognized him.

Outside he could here Ruari, shouting at the top of his voice, still in character. "Look. See whit ah've got. It's thon mad poet. Wi a lassie. An she's ahll tied up." He assumed the raised voice was to get Struan there as soon as possible.

"Poppy," he spoke into her ear. "It's okay. Ruari worked out where he thought you were. Struan Struthers is on his way. There's three other police here as well. But I don't want to untie you until they see what that bastard has done. Hold on for a few minutes more, will you?" He saw her nod and gave her a hug. "Good. I think by that racket that's Struan now.”

It was, and he took charge.

A protesting Alan Corbett was brought up short as Shona ushered Poppy Clifford, now unbound, out of the tent. Corbett was frantic, saying they had made a mistake, that it was indeed consensual bondage.

She obviously heard what he said.

"What?" she screeched. There was no other word for it, Seb thought, as she marched up to the man. "You slimy bastard." There was a very satisfying thump as she slapped him hard across the face with one hand and punched him in the stomach with the other. "I may or may not like being tied up." Oh, interesting . "But not by you. You self-centered, pathetic weasel. With your half-baked stupid theories and anti-social behavior. Huh, and you call homosexuals perverts. If you ask me, you are the pervert. Pervert."

Seb saw with amazement as she actually dusted her hands together as if to get rid of where she had touched him.

"Way to go, Poppy." He swung her up in his arms and kissed her soundly.

Well." She sounded flustered. "What is he? A wee man with wee ideas. And all mad. He brought me here to see where he was going to build his house. Hah, even I know that's not likely. Told me how stupid I'd been showing his leaflet and petition to Seb here. Said anyone could tell he was gay. Well, I couldn't. Does he think Seb has a label on him?" she demanded. "Then he shoved me in the tent and told me I had to stay with him. That's when I tried to phone you, Seb. And then," her voice rose in indignation. "The arsehole, excuse my language, tied me up and gagged me, because he said I needed to learn who was boss. If I hadn't been in that wee tent, I'd have shown him who was boss. I didn't go to self-defense classes for nothing. Actually, I must tell the teacher. He needs to include disabling pricks in a tent in his course."

That was enough. They all, with the exception of a glowering Alan Corbett, burst out laughing.

"So," Struan spoke when he was finally able to. "You'll be pressing charges, then?"

"Oh yes," she said definitely.

"What about me? The woman assaulted me. You all saw it." Alan Corbett all but whimpered.

Struan turned to look at the man. "I didna see her do anything of the sort. Neither did anyone else, did you?" he asked each of them. No one said they had. "Right. Let's get back to town and get things moving."

"My car," the man whined. "It's on the main track over that way."

"P.C. Gillon will bring it into the station if you give him the keys." Surly, he handed them over. "Right. Let's move."

One by one they all did as he asked.

***

"Fuck, Ru. I don't know when we're going to find time to…"

"Fuck?" Ruari supplied helpfully as they finally reentered the cottage in the early hours of the morning, having made statements at the police station and taken Poppy Clifford to her sister's house.

"I saw the bedroom before I had my brainstorm. I'm sure I'm not too tired." He looked at Seb hopefully.

Seb laughed. "I hope not. But maybe we need to use the bathroom as well. And make sure we set the alarm clock. I've more than an idea I won't have a secretary tomorrow, and you've tonight's glasses to clear up."

Ruari groaned. "Slave driver. Okay, then, let's use the bathroom. First." He moved to the bottom of the stairs.

Seb put his hand on his arm. "Maybe, maybe not. Wait and see. I need five minutes. Will you pour us two glasses of wine? And, er, bring the white box that's in the fridge with you when I shout? Without peeking."

"Spoilsport." Ruari laughed at him. Seb smiled.

"Oh, you won't be saying that soon," he promised as he began to climb the stairs, and Ruari went into the kitchen.

His preparations didn't take long. He'd wondered how Ruari had felt when he saw the bedroom earlier. And whether he would like the finishing touches? He knew he did, and judging by the way his cock was hardening, so did it. He took a final look around the bedroom and bathroom. Satisfied, he checked he had everything he needed, and walked onto the landing.

Ruari was sitting on a chair at the bottom of the stairs. He looked up as Seb spoke to him. "Ready?"

Seb nodded. "You can come up. Put the box and the wine on the table by the door."

He saw Ruari's eyes gleam. So, he was interested, then. He looked at the ridge clearly defined under the soft denim of his jeans. Very interested. Good. He hoped he'd stay that way. The dominie was definitely in a dominant mood.

Ruari's eyes narrowed as he approached the top of the stairs, he drew eye level with his throbbing cock and licked his lips before moving up to stand next to Seb.

He put the tray he had carried down on the table and waited.

So far so good. Seb's cock got even harder, something he thought wasn't possible.

"Unsnap your jeans. Lower the zip, just a bit. Enough. Let them slip as far as they can. Do not touch the zip. Turn around. Face the wall." He waited until Ruari reacted. "Hands on the wall above your head."

He fished something out of his pocket.

"I'm going to take photos. For our eyes only. You all right with that?"

"Sure. As long as I get to take some of you as well." Ruari's voice was husky and aroused.

"Later." Much later.

He snapped the erotic rear view of Ruari as he stood, his pose tightening the muscles in his butt.

"Turn and look at me over your shoulder. Yeah, like that." He laughed at the smoldering look Ruari gave him as he turned his head. "Lift your T-shirt up. Slowly. Use both hands crosswise, take it up from the hem." He took more photos. "Stop!" He barked out the command. "Leave it there. Good. Yeah, keep your arms like that. Fuck, Ru, that is so fucking sexy. Stay." He snapped off a shot. "Now move as I asked you, very slowly."

He watched, breathing heavily, as Ruari turned. He crossed his arms. They became pinned in his T-shirt as it was raised to his shoulders and left his nipples just showing. Another photo. Thank goodness for digital cameras. Ruari wriggled, and his jeans sank lower, exposing the tip of his cock. Commando! Oh fuck, what a teaser. Definitely time to take charge again.

"Right. Turn around again." Seb put the camera on the table, and opened the shallow drawer beneath it.

"No, don't move." Ruari had begun to turn at the sound. Obediently, he stopped. Swiftly, Seb covered Ruari's eyes with the scarf he had removed from the drawer, one he had placed in it earlier in hope of using it in the very way he was now doing.

Ruari moaned, not in pain, he hoped, but in anticipation.

"Remember our safe word," Seb whispered. He checked the blindfold was secure.

"I will."

"Promise you'll use it if you're not happy?" Seb persisted.

"I promise. But there's certainly no need for it yet." Ruari spoke in a positive manner.

Seb smiled and nipped the skin at the base of Ruari's spine with his teeth. "Glad to hear it. I hope there won't ever be a need for you to use it. Now we're going to move. I'll guide you and give you instructions, but I won't touch you. I won't let you fall or hurt yourself, but you do need to trust me."

Ruari's voice sounded even more hoarse than ever. "Sheesh, Seb. I do." It sounded like a vow.

"Then let me take you to heaven."

Ruari listened to Seb's voice. Fuck, he hoped he wouldn't fall flat on his face or his jeans slip down and trip him up. He was so fucking turned on, there was little likelihood of his jeans getting over it to be able to fall. Knowing Seb could see him like this, totally reliant on his voice and his care, was almost enough to make him come. Not being able to move his arms was even more of a turn-on. He'd never really thought a lot about bondage before. If he had, it had been on a he could take it or leave it basis, but now? He was definitely up for taking it.

"Listen to me," Seb said in a tone of command. "Walk forward slowly. Go right a little. Good. That's great, love. Two more steps. Stop."

He stopped and waited.

"Turn your head toward me. Follow the sound of my voice." He did as he was asked and heard the click of the camera.

"Now kneel. There's a cushion just in front of you. Kneel on it."

It was awkward, not being able to use his arms to balance, but Ruari went down one knee after the other, and found the softness of the cushion. He thought he was in their bedroom but since he couldn’t see, he didn't know for sure. There was a movement, a rustle, and then Seb spoke. "Stay like that. It will only be for a moment. No do not sit on your haunches. Stay straight."

Boy, Dom the Dom all right. And he was getting some interesting ideas for later when role reversal was in play. He sensed Seb moved away. A minute later he was back. A sharp sting on his butt had him moving upright again.

"You were slipping." Seb's voice was laughing. "Can't have that. Stand up. Take your T-shirt off."

Jeez. His arms were stiff from having been in the same position for so long. He rotated them to unlock the muscles and bring them back into play. Then slowly and deliberately, with sex in every movement, he took his T-shirt over his head. He stood, holding it in his hand, waiting for his next command. He didn't wait long. His hand being taken—what the fu…? —something cold and metal had snapped around his wrist. Handcuff? It didn't seem thick enough. What then?

"Drop the shirt."

His other wrist was treated similarly. He had no idea at all what had been put on to him. As far as he could tell all that had happened was something cold was encircling each wrist. Separately.

"I'm going to take your jeans off. Don't move whatever happens, understand?"

He nodded. Seb tugged on his jeans and pulled them over his cock and down his legs. He was steadied as each leg was carefully lifted in turn so he was completely naked. He shivered.

"Cold? I can soon warm you up."

"Nope. Aroused, hard, horny as hell," he said. His skin prickled with awareness. "Hell, hot as well—hell."

"Good." The voice purred. A sexy, low sound that sent sensual shivers all down his spine and into his cock. "What do you think I'm looking at now?"

"My cock," he said matter-of-factly, although his heart was thumping at the thought of Seb feasting his eyes on his naked body. "And my lorum. Deciding whether to take me in your mouth now or later."

A sharp slap on the butt was his reply. The sting left his ass and traveled to his cock. The sensations extended through his body like ever-increasing ripples in a pond.

"I said looking at, not thinking. And you're right. I'm looking at your incredible cock as it rears up, just for me, your precum gathering and ready to coat you. I'm taking a photo to show you just how fucking amazing you look. That lorum is so proud of its position. Now turn around. I want a photo of that delectable ass. Before I fuck it, if I fuck it. Yeah, that's so good. Bugger it, Ru. If I don't take a deep breath and relax, I'll damn well come before I'm even halfway through what I've planned."

"Well, at the risk of having my butt smacked again or even dare I say in the hope of, can I humbly suggest you take that deep breath?" Ruari asked. "Because I for one am very interested to see, or not see as the case may be, just what else you have planned."

He listened to Seb's laugh and knew a sensation of anticipation. "Oh, you'll see, that's for sure. Just not yet. So, we're walking again."

Seb's hands were on his shoulders guiding him forward. He could smell vanilla and maybe lavender. There was music as well, soft and sensual, something classical. He thought he was in the bathroom. The sound of the shower being turned on and then off again confirmed his thought. Seb pushed him gently forward as far as he knew into the cabinet and …not under the spray. Instead, his hands were lifted and fastened to something. What? He could detect Seb caressing him, fondling his nipples and stroking his cock. His naked body pressed up against Seb's back. Then the spray came on at a perfect heat. The air swirled around him as Seb moved away.

"One more fucking sexy photo. Yeah, bloody gorgeous. Now try and twist around a bit. Mmm, like that. Amazing."

He had twisted as far as he could with his hands fastened as they were. He knew his cock was throbbing and as erect as it possibly could be. If Seb was as turned on as him, God knows how long they would last once they got down to some serious touching.

He sensed Seb moving back toward him again, joining him under the water. Soapy hands caressed him. Seb's finger was slick, and Ruari silently begged it to push into him—just a tiny bit. Surely with all that soap Seb would be able to slide in his finger easily. Instead, there was another sting as Seb slapped his butt, harder this time than before. Then the caress of his hand as he rubbed the redness he knew must be there. Ouch. But aah. Shit, am I a masochist? Nah, I just love those bloody amazing sensations of Seb's hand on me.

"Wait." The voice was firm. "Or go without." Ruari moaned, his body on fire, as he continued to be teased, touched, and caressed, while the water streamed over him. Hell, he wished he could see Seb's face. Yes, it was incredibly erotic to be at his whim and command. Not to know what was going to happen next. To be helpless to change their direction unless he spoke their safe word. But there was no way that was going to happen. He wasn't scared, uncomfortable, or unhappy with what was happening. Not by a long shot. Just impatient.

The water stopped. He shook his head, knowing water droplets were going everywhere as they left his hair . The hairs on his body stood out, as if to say, stop it now, this water is chilly. It dripped down his back and goosebumps dotted his skin. Excitement or cold? He wasn’t sure.

Seb's hands were at the back of his head, and his blindfold fell away from his eyes. He blinked; the lighting was dim. A row of fairy lights snaked across the ceiling, twinkling the only illumination, apart from a series of fat scented candles arranged in height on their pedestals. The heady scent of tuber roses and musk filled the room. Ruari breathed it in and let it permeate his senses. He looked up at his hands with interest and shook them. There was no way of moving. He returned his gaze to Seb, who stood to one side, watching his reactions.

"Well?"

"Fucking amazing." Ruari looked back at his hands. He had been half correct in his surmising. It was metal cuffs on his hands. They were held together by a leather rope about four inches long, and a buckle in the middle. They’d been fastened to a ring behind the showerhead he hadn't seen before.

Seb must have seen where he looked and his puzzlement. "I fixed it today, for this very purpose. It was a success, I hope?"

Ruari grinned. "More than that."

"Good. I'm going to undo the strap, so you can move. I want you to walk out of the shower and stand still." Seb’s voice was strained. "Okay?"

"Okay." Ruari wondered with excited anticipation what else Seb had in store for their evening.

He didn't wonder for long. Seb loosened his ties and let him bring his hand down to his sides. He flexed and exercised them to get the blood flowing properly.

"Move," Seb told him. Ruari did as he was asked and walked out of the shower and stopped. He saw how erotic the bathroom was with a new picture on the wall. An abstract, it depicted what could be two bodies together, suggestive and arousing. There was the perfume of incense sticks and music playing to arouse the senses. The bath where they had enjoyed themselves before was now empty except for rose petals, adding their heady perfume to the scents already in the room. It seemed his dominie was a closet romantic.

Ruari swiveled to look around and saw the shower, which he knew he would never use again without remembering the last few minutes, and wanted to come. His cock jerked at the sight of the innocent-looking ring on the wall.

"So, we move on." Seb said to him. "Walk to the bedroom door. Don't open it or go in. Wait for me to allow you."

Allow? Oh yeah, Dom mode. He waited. Seb moved in front of him as he opened the door, shielding the view from him.

"Walk in."

Ruari did and stopped abruptly as he looked around the room. Anticipation washed over him, and his pulse raced. Ruari smiled; it was a room with a view to seduction.

"Fuck me, Seb." Ruari didn't know what else to say.

"I intend to." Seb all but purred the words. "Long and hard. Lie on the bed. On your back."

"Like this?" He stretched out on his back, making sure his cock was on show. In fact, it would have been hard not to do so. It was so fucking hard, throbbing and needy, especially as he watched Seb looking down at him, absently playing with his down-right turn-on nipple rings, his cock a mirror image of Ruari's own.

"Just like that," Seb said. "Now open your legs. Look up at the mirror. Touch yourself."

Ruari moved his hand to his cock and stopped. As Seb had predicted, his precum was showing, the head slick and glistening with the moisture. "Fuck, Seb, if I touch myself, I'll come."

"And your problem is?"

He groaned. Ruari wanted to come with Seb inside him or tonguing him. Then he saw the look on Seb's face and realized he was being asked to do something very special. He's not sure if I can do this for him. He needs me to confirm my intentions. Oh, Seb. Ruari ran his tongue around his lips and watched as Seb's eyes followed the movement, and Seb swallowed convulsively. He repeated the movement.

"My pleasure, then, love. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do." He moved his hands to his cock.

"Wait. Don't touch, not yet. Do not move." Seb walked away from the bed, his cock swaying with the movement of his body. Ruari's mouth was dry with longing as he watched Seb open the door, lean out, and reenter holding the white box he had been commanded to bring upstairs. The one he hadn't peeked into. What other pleasures had Seb got in store for him? He realized he was still wearing the metal cuffs. He looked at them closely. Shit, they were silver, no more than a half a centimeter wide, like bracelets, and there was an inscription on them. Ruari lifted his hands for a better look, the light from the flickering candles making it difficult to decipher.

"It says, Sebastian and Ruari, together forever on one, and on the other our names are reversed." Seb was back and stood next to the bed. "I hope we'll wear one each as a symbol of our love," he paused. "I hope," he repeated.

For the first time, Ruari thought he sensed a note of uncertainty in his lover's voice. He'd soon get him to lose that. "With pleasure, my love," Ruari said. "I'll be honored. They're perfect. But how the hell did you get these for us?"

Seb smiled, the corner of his eyes crinkled. "I made them."

"What?" Had he heard that properly?

"I made them." There was a wealth of satisfaction in Seb's voice. "It's my hobby. I came home from school, hammered the silver how I wanted it, and made them. The silver was in strips. I just did the rest."

"Made with love." Ruari was overcome. He blinked rapidly, determined not to let the tears gathering show themselves, even though they were tears of happiness. No one had ever done something so special, so personal for him before. "I love them, and I love you. Er how come I got the honor of both of them?"

"Because they are made for one of us to wear like you did if we so desire. And I did desire in fact." Swiftly Seb buckled them together again. "I so desire to see you fuck yourself like that. With this to help." He reached into the box and brought out a small tub. Seb opened the lid and turned the tub upside down and let the thick creamy contents slide over Ruari's cock. Ruari gasped as the first drop touched him. The tingling sensation of the cool, thick liquid as it coated him and slid close to his balls had every nerve in his body on high alert. He moved his hands toward his groin.

"Wait," Seb commanded. "Don't touch until I take a photo. This will be one bloody amazing album."

And they hadn't even fucked yet. Definitely amazing.