Chapter 8
8
Z eke was dancing.
Zeke. Was. Dancing.
He couldn’t breathe, but yet he felt like he was floating with the amount of oxygen in his brain.
For all Master Wesley bitched, the man had rhythm and was light on his feet, moving around the floor, leading him like he understood the music.
It was a huge turn-on.
Something about the way Master Wesley was looking at him was different than yesterday. It was more direct, deeper. And there was nothing shy about the way he was being held either, that strong arm behind his back felt personal. Maybe even possessive.
He knew that Master Wesley had to know how hard he was, just from this. He wasn’t used to needing so much, not anymore.
“How am I doing?” Master Wesley asked. The smile on his face seemed to say he knew he was doing fine. “No bruised toes yet?”
“You’re lovely, Sir. This is magic.” And he meant it, balls to bones.
“Do you like this song, boy? I don’t think I’ve heard it before.” Wesley let his hand go and slid it along his jaw instead.
“Mmhmm.” It had a solid rhythm, a nice harmony, and no clap track. He was happy. “Yes, Sir.”
Wesley started to lean in, and he was sure it was for a kiss, but the song ended and Wesley stopped moving, then smiled and let him go to applaud for the band.
Dammit.
He wanted that kiss. He hoped he wouldn’t freak out. He didn’t think he would, but there were no guarantees.
The next song started, but Wesley herded him off the dance floor toward the bar. “The band is good, huh?”
“Yes. Very.” He played with all of them regularly, in his cabin. The lead guitar was a sweetheart and a half.
“There were a lot of eyes on us on the dance floor. Did you feel them?” Master Wesley pulled a stool out for him.
He shook his head. Nope. He was not paying attention, full-stop. Not at all.
“Me either. I didn’t notice until the band stopped playing.”
“That’s because the dancing was so good. I really enjoyed it, Sir. Am enjoying it, even.” Because hopefully it wasn’t over.
“Me too. But that kiss you didn’t get wasn’t for them. That’s just for us.” Wesley winked at him.
“Oh.” His cheeks heated, and his toes curled. That was a wonderful thing to hear. “That sounds wonderful.”
Master Wesley smiled at him. “I think it will be, especially now that I know you were disappointed. Would you like something to drink, or shall we get back out there?”
“I’d love to dance more, please.” He didn’t need more liquor. He needed contact.
“You got it.” Wesley chugged a glass of water that Jamie had set on the bar for him and, as a new song began, took his hand. “Ready?”
Wesley didn’t wait for a response, just pulled him along. They didn’t stop at the edge of the dance floor. Wesley pulled him right through the crowd and into the middle where they were surrounded by other dancing couples.
They began to rock together as the music got slower, more intense, and the lights went down. It made him dizzy.
“Someone hit the sexy button,” Wesley joked in his ear even as the Dom wrapped those long arms tighter around him.
“Is that what happened?” He leaned into Wesley’s arms, trusting in that touch.
“Seems like it.” Wesley rocked their hips together, and he could feel that cock against his thigh, firm and wanting him, just like he knew Wesley could feel him.
His eyes closed, and he moved, sinking into Wesley and the music.
A couple of songs went by—maybe three, maybe four—before Wesley whispered in his ear again. “I want to take you home.”
He nodded, panting softly. He wanted to be taken, and home was a good place for it. “Yes, Sir. Please.”
Wesley nodded and took a step back, putting a little air between them. “Get our things, boy. I’ll meet you at the bar.”
“Okay.” He headed off, trying not to think, not to worry. He just wanted to be with Wesley.
Wesley—Master Wesley—was waiting right where he said he’d be, and those eyes locked onto him. “You should have my coat, it’s cold out there.”
“Oh, I can just stay close!” He hadn’t meant to steal the man’s coat.
“I can stay close too.” Wesley held his coat open. “Arms. Come on.”
His lips parted, but he did as he was told. “I promise I wasn’t trying to be mean to you, Sir.”
Master Wesley gave him a smile. “I don’t think you’re capable of being mean.”
“Oh.” What a sweet thing to say. “I wish, but I wasn’t this time. I swear.”
“Shh. I know. Let me be a gentleman.” Wesley put the coat on him, then tucked an arm around him as they went outside. The cold air hit them pretty hard, especially after getting hot on the dance floor. Wesley chuckled. “But, there’s no reason not to hurry home.”
“Right? It’s bitter. I have a gas fireplace in the house. That should be nice and warm.”
“You’re inviting me in?” That should have been a tease, but it sounded serious.
“I am. It’s warm and cozy. Bright.”
Wesley nodded. “I’m looking forward to it.”
He was too. Like whoa. In fact, he was a little breathless.
They hurried up the walk to the cabin, and Wesley blew into his fingers while Zeke found his key. “I’m ready for that fireplace.”
“Come on in.” He opened the door and hurried Wesley in. “I can turn the fireplace on. Do you want hot tea? Coffee?”
“No, thank you. I think we’ll be warm enough.” Wesley grabbed his wrist and pulled him close. “Don’t you?”
“I hope so.” He reached up and wrapped his arms around Wesley’s shoulders.
“Suppose I were to kiss you…” Wesley bent to him, obviously knowing already what his answer would be, but hesitating anyway, waiting for his answer.
“I consent, Sir. With all my heart.” He was all in. He just wanted someone to touch him.
No, not someone.
This one.
Wesley kissed him, gently at first. Then hot fingers slid under his ear and pulled him in by his nape, and Wesley demanded more, tongue working past his lips.
Zeke opened up, lips parting as Wesley tasted him. Fuck, that was sweet, and it made him hard as nails.
Wesley didn’t rush the kiss, exploring with that tongue, tangling it up with Zeke’s, nipping at his bottom lip. When it ended, Wesley didn’t go far, keeping their foreheads pressed together.
“Whoa.” He basically just breathed out the word.
Wesley nodded and exhaled heavily, without any words at all. Instead, he got another kiss, and Wesley pushed his coat off Zeke’s shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.
He worried about it getting dirty, but only for about a second or so. Then he found himself completely dazed again.
This time, the kiss was brief, and Wesley pulled back enough to look him in the eye. “I’d intended to walk you home, kiss you goodnight, and leave you to think about things like a gentleman should.”
“Did you? I’d like you to stay, because you make me… feel something, Sir.”
Wesley nodded, chest heaving with another big breath. “I don’t want to leave. I’m feeling something too.”
“I swear to you, this is a safe space.”
“I don’t doubt that. But I’m worried about you making an in-the-moment decision and regretting it tomorrow. I’m worried that you’ll feel rushed or pushed into something you’re not ready for. Honestly, it concerns me.”
Great. Good job, Zeke. Go you for being a special snowflake. “Do you want to come sit? No pressure, just sit.”
He didn’t know what he was supposed to do, dammit, so he’d fall back on polite.
“No, Zeke. I don’t want to sit. I want you to take me upstairs. I don’t need a safe space, but you do. I thought you’d appreciate honesty, but instead I’ve ruined the moment.” Wesley bent to pick up his jacket.
“I—” Fuck him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” But it didn’t matter what he wanted. He knew better than to put himself out there where he could upset people.
“It wasn’t you. You’re perfect. You’re beautiful.” Wesley reached for him again. “I overshared about wanting to take care of you, which is very un-Dom-like, but totally in character for me. The fault is all mine.”
“Tell me how to fix it?” Even if just for tonight. Even if for right now.
“Two choices. Throw me out or fucking kiss me again so I stop talking.”
“Oh, that was easy.” He grabbed Wesley’s face and kissed him hard, just shutting the man up in one fell swoop.
Wesley chuckled into the kiss and tossed the jacket toward the couch, then both arms wrapped around him, pulling him against the Dom’s chest.
Much better. The last thing he needed right now was guilt. He wanted to feel good things.
Wesley clumsily opened his own shirt, fingers moving back and forth between the buttons and Zeke’s ass.
He helped, needing to feel and to touch. “It’s been so long.”
“I swear I wasn’t after this tonight. I’d’ve left if you needed me to, but I’m so fucking glad you want me to stay.” Wesley pushed hot hands up under his shirt.
“Me too. I dreamed about you last night.” And he’d slept.
“Yeah? Was I hotter in your dream or in person?” Wesley grinned and pulled his dress shirt over his wrists and tossed it, showing off a hairless chest and smooth skin. The Dom was definitely strong enough to work with the heavier tools of the trade.
“You weren’t naked.” He licked his lips and went to his knees to open Wesley’s belt.
“Oh. Shit.” Wesley rocked on his heels and moved his hands out of the way, watching. “Good boy.”
He loved that, the way those words sounded against his soul. He nuzzled Wesley’s belly, as he opened the man’s fly.
He could smell how much Wesley needed.
Wesley took a wider stance and ran fingers through his hair. “Perfect boy.”
“Sir.” He freed the sweet, heavy cock, fingers tracing the shaft with a low moan.
“Are you going to give me your mouth, boy?” Wesley’s voice had turned rough and low.
“Yes, Sir.” He was going to give Wesley the blow job of his life. He was going to turn this beautiful, perfect man inside out.
Wesley tugged a little on his hair and rocked toward him. “You like to suck, Zeke?”
“Yes, Sir, and you have an amazing cock. I can make you happy.” And he intended to. He knelt up high, lips brushing over the tip of Wesley’s cock.
“I’m sure you can, and it’s a lovely gift.” Wesley’s fingers slid along his cheek.
He moaned, daring to flick his tongue out, drag it through the salt gathered on the slit.
“Fuck.” Wesley gasped, and he just knew the Dom’s toes were curling inside his shoes.
He hummed and groaned low in his chest, taking that thick cock in, tongue lashing the shaft.
Wesley’s fingers tightened in his hair, tugging as Wesley rocked back on his heels. “Jesus, boy.”
He nodded, bobbing his head and taking more. That was what he liked to hear.
His hips started to move, rocking toward him, demanding. “Tap my thigh twice if I push too hard, boy,” Wesley told him softly. “Love your mouth. Feels so good.”
“Mmhmm.” He held Wesley’s thighs, encouraging him to take his lips. He swallowed over and over, listening for the low noises that proved he was giving Wesley the pleasure he deserved.
Wesley held back at first, testing him, but it wasn’t long before those rocking motions turned to measured thrusts. Wesley praised him breathlessly. “Fuck, yes. Sweet boy. So pretty.”
He groaned, loving the music those words made as they slid down his spine.
“Close, boy,” Wesley warned, but he already knew. He could feel it in the way Wesley’s thighs were trembling and his ass tightened up. He could hear it in the Dom’s hitched breathing.
He opened his fingers, nudging the heavy balls as he took Wesley down to the root.
“Fuck.” The word was intense but surprisingly soft. Wesley’s hips jerked and stilled before he shot, sending bitter, salty liquid over Zeke’s tongue.
He swallowed, taking Wesley down, his eyes crossed with need. He wanted to jack himself off, but he wanted to know whether that would earn him a punishment first.
Wesley pulled away, cock slipping from his lips. “Up. Get up.” Wesley pulled on him, urging him to his feet.
His heart was beating so fast, and he was trembling like an autumn leaf. He didn’t know whether to scratch his watch or wind his butt.
“I’ve got you.” Wesley yanked his pants open and pushed them down. The cool air hitting his aching cock made his eyes cross, but he didn’t have time to think about it because Wesley turned him around to face away, then wrapped one arm around his chest and the other around his prick.
“Oh, sweet fuck!” He arched, his lips falling open on a wild cry. “Sir!”
“Don’t hold back, boy.” Wesley ordered and jacked him hard, fist working fast over his shaft.
He couldn’t. His eyes crossed and his balls drew up high and tight. Spunk sprayed from him in thick spurts.
“Yeah. That’s it. Good boy.” Wesley whispered words in his ear while that hand slowed until it just held him gently. Good words. Pleased words.
He slumped in Wesley’s arms, trusting the Dom to hold him up.
“Mmm.” Wesley held him close, quiet and patient. “Thank you, boy. That was something special.”
“Th-thank you… Seriously. Thank you so much.”
“My pleasure, believe me.” Wesley levered him onto his own feet and made sure he was steady, then turned him back around and kissed him.
He moaned softly, the sound muffled inside their kiss.
Wesley ended the kiss and helped him tug his pants up. “Can’t have you tripping.”
“No. No embarrassing crashes to the ground.”
“No.” Wesley zipped up as well. “I’d like to stay, Zeke. Until morning. I’d like to sleep here with you.”
“I’d like that too, Sir.” He might not be able to sleep, but he might not dream, and at any rate, he trusted Wesley.
“What do you need before we go upstairs, boy? Water? Tea?” Wesley watched him patiently.
“I think I need a water, Sir. Do you need anything? I have all sorts of drinks.” He even had decaf.
“I would also like a water, please. Cold, if you have it. Where is your bathroom?”
“There’s a powder room behind the stairs, and a full bath upstairs in the bedroom. It’s nice and comfortable.”
“Oh, I’ll wait and we can go up together.” Wesley bent to pick up their shirts.
He grabbed two big bottles of water. “Do you need a phone charger?”
“Oh, if you have one that would rock. Thank you.” Wesley waited for him patiently, not rushing him at all.
He grabbed his spare, and then they headed upstairs. It was dimly lit with the bedside lamp, and the bed linens were clean, fresh.
Wesley set their shirts down over a chair and kicked off his sneakers. “I’m just going to—” Wesley pointed to his bathroom. “Be right back.”
He nodded and went to clean up the shirts that he’d decided not to wear. There were a ton of them.
It was quiet for a bit, and then he heard the water running. Wesley reappeared in just his black boxer briefs, socks and jeans in hand, and he set everything down with his shirt. “I wanted to freshen up a bit.”
“No problem. I was hanging the reject shirts.”
Wesley laughed. “Well, all of your angst over what to wear paid off. You looked great. You look even better out of it.”
“Thank you, Sir. Get snuggled under the covers. It’s chilly, I know.”
“A little.” Wesley didn’t hesitate, climbing into his bed and pulling up the comforter, then reaching for his bottle of water. “Are you joining me?”
“I am.” He stripped down, then pulled on his Wile E. Coyote pajama pants. “Let me do my thing in the bathroom.”
“Okay, super-genius.” Wesley was plugging his phone in next to the bed as he shut the bathroom door.
“They’re the softest ones.” He liked soft fabric against his cock.
“Noted.” Wesley called from the bedroom.
He cleaned up, then hurried over and snuggled into the blankets. “Mmm… you’re warm.”
“I’ve been toasting up under this amazing comforter.” Wesley let him scootch right in. “I have an important question. Am I the first guest you’ve had in your bed?”
“You’re the first person I’ve had in my bed since I came here.”
“I am so fucking smug right now.” Wesley laughed and pounced on him, kissing him hard.
He chuckled into the kiss, tongue sliding against Wesley’s, teasing them both.
Wesley leaned up on an elbow and looked down at him. “Your bedding is much comfier than what I have in my room. Softer. I like it.”
“It’s a great bed. I like a lot of cushy and comfy. Beds should be luxurious, I think.”
“I agree. Then again, not too luxurious or we’d never get out of them.”
“I hear you.” Not that that was a problem for him. The music would start calling his name.
“Come on, snuggle in, and we’ll take a little nap so we can wreck this bed later.” Wesley rolled onto his back, grinning.
“Yes, Sir.” He found the place where his body belonged, settling in with a sigh. “Thank you.”
“Mhm. Thank you for trusting me. I know what that means to you.”
He nodded.
Everything. It meant everything.