Chapter 11
11
W esley woke up in Zeke’s bed, having no idea what time it was. Alaska was weird that way. The light was different somehow, and Zeke’s little loft bedroom only had very small windows anyway.
It was cold, so Zeke was all covered up and burrowed into the blankets, but he knew underneath them, the boy’s skin would still be a pretty pink from last night.
Zeke had soared with him last night, offering himself in a beautiful way, giving himself fully. It had stolen his heart.
And now he had to figure out what to do about that because he didn’t think Zeke wanted to return it, and even if the boy did, he didn’t think he wanted it back.
He sighed and rolled up on his side, watching Zeke breathe, not a nightmare in sight.
Zeke’s fingers moved against his chest, stroking and petting him.
He’d been glad to learn that Zeke had been looking out for himself when he came here, instead of just running from a bad situation. That made moving forward together easier.
Easier—not easy. The days until he had to leave were disappearing quickly, and he didn’t know what he should do about it. Stay longer? Take Zeke with him? It seemed impossible that Zeke would just pull everything up and go with him—that this was the exact right set of circumstances that would make Zeke feel safe to leave here.
He assumed it would take some time and effort on his part, and he felt like he was willing to do it all.
After all, the internet was a thing. He could build their relationship, right? He could start now, by keeping his boy floating for a while. He caught Zeke’s fingers where they lay on his chest and kissed them.
“Mmm… Sir. You make me so happy…”
Well, that was all he needed. He was hooked. He took a deep breath and resolved to stay in the present and enjoy each day as it came. “I’m happy too, boy. You are a dream, really.”
“Thank you. Thank you so much, Sir.”
“We’re going to keep things formal today so you can enjoy your headspace.” And he could enjoy his own Top’s high as well. “You’ve earned it.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Zeke cuddled in, cocooning them in blankets.
“If it were up to you, we’d stay here all day.” Not that it sounded like a bad idea. “But it’s not up to you.” They were going to dinner later for sure. He wanted to show off a little. He couldn’t help feeling smug about being the lucky Dom who finally got Zeke’s attention.
The Dom who broke the thousand-day streak.
“Mmm… I would. Cuddling with you is the best. The absolute best.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not in a hurry to get up. Although coffee will be necessary shortly.” He took a kiss, a long one, just because he wanted to and he could. Zeke was his now, really his, and he was going to take advantage of that.
Zeke opened right up, wrapped around him, and hummed low in his throat. Those hands slid down his back, holding him close and rocking them together.
He should get the boy out of bed and make him kneel, make him make coffee, make him do something in service, but all he wanted was this right now. All he wanted was Zeke.
His boy touched him, focused on making him need, making him fly. No question.
“Naughty,” he said after a long moan. “You’ll be sorry when I make you wait.” He arched into Zeke’s fingers, happy to let the boy make him feel good.
“Mmhmm… Love the way you taste.” Zeke licked and nuzzled his jaw, his throat.
“I’m pretty happy with how you taste me too.” He grinned and slid his hands into Zeke’s hair. Hint hint. He wanted the boy’s mouth.
Zeke chuckled softly and slipped beneath the blankets, tongue teasing his chest on the way down.
He let the boy tease and play. They had time for fun, and he’d get what he needed from the boy soon enough. He slid one hand down Zeke’s neck and let it rest on the hot skin on Zeke’s shoulders.
Zeke’s hum vibrated his skin, and his hand spread his thighs.
He opened easily, inviting his boy to have whatever he wanted. It suited him just fine. But the touch made him shiver anyway and his balls drew up, making him groan. “Zeke. Boy.”
“Yes, Sir.” Zeke’s chin bumped the tip of his cock, rasping against the slit and sending electricity buzzing through him.
Doms didn’t like to use the word surrender, but that’s what he did. He bent one knee and slid it out to the side to give his boy all the room he wanted and curled his fingers into a fist in Zeke’s hair with a long sigh.
Zeke moaned for him, chin dipping to lap at his prick, the deep groan sliding right up his spine. He was burning, every nerve slowly being set on fire with that tongue.
Zeke sucked him like there was nothing on earth he’d rather do. Ever.
He rocked his hips and tugged Zeke’s hair, feeling heat move over his chest and up into his face. Zeke made him ache. Part of him wanted Zeke to slow down and part of him wanted to chase that high until he shot so hard he couldn’t see.
Zeke groaned, tongue lashing his shaft, working him furiously, making his eyes cross.
His toes curled and he grunted, arching with his need. “Fuck… close.” The words came out sounding tight and strained.
Zeke swallowed hard, lips pulling harder, faster, giving him everything he needed.
He bucked up, thighs clenching and belly trembling, shooting in waves that felt like fire rushing through his whole being.
Zeke’s nose was buried in his pubes, throat working around his cock as he flew.
It felt like eons before he finally came down enough to think, to offer his boy some praise. And all he could think was there was no way he was going to let this boy get away from him. He didn’t care how long it took, how hard he had to work, Zeke was his, and would stay that way.
Zeke rested hard against his belly, cheek hot and sweaty.
“Thank you, boy. That was incredible. Your mouth is magic.” He petted that damp head.
“You’re magic, Sir. Love how you feel in my mouth.” Zeke’s voice sounded blown, pun intended.
“Come here.” He lifted one arm, and after Zeke slid back up and curled into him, he tucked that arm tight around his boy with a sigh. They should talk. He promised Zeke last night that they would. But he was going to enjoy his buzz first and let Zeke float with him for a while.
“Oh, perfect.” Zeke snuggled in, lips on his collarbone.
“Mm. It is. I plan to keep you close all day.”
“Yes, Sir. Whatever you want. I’m all yours.”
“I’m going to want coffee and breakfast, and later, we are going to have a drink at the bar and dinner, and… and then I’m not sure.”
“Yes, Sir.” Zeke was a cuddler.
“How do you feel today? Physically, I mean. Your back, your backside? How sore are you?” He didn’t think he’d gone that hard, but every man was different. He was going to suggest another scene, but he’d have to make it work around how Zeke felt.
“I feel amazing. I feel like I could fly around the resort, silly as it sounds.”
That was a forgivable nonanswer that actually told him what he needed to know. He would have to be flexible tonight. “That’s not silly, that’s the ideal, and I’m pretty proud of us for getting you there.”
“You amaze me, Sir. I’m so happy right now.” Zeke sounded satisfied as hell.
He couldn’t feel more satisfied. When he’d arrived, Zeke was this mysterious loner struggling with self-doubt who’d been essentially hiding at this resort without the support of a Dom for ages. He felt like he’d helped a winter seed grow into a spring flower. And that’s the word he’d use for Zeke, the man was blooming right now, opening up and showing him all his lovely colors.
That made Zeke vulnerable though, and the weight of that responsibility wasn’t lost on him. But that was his job as a Dom and a lover, and he was ridiculously happy to take it on. That was good work.
A roar sounded, making him jerk, and Zeke grinned. “That’s Fat Millie. She wants breakfast. She gets grumpy when she can’t get in the kitchen.”
Fat… “Who?” What in the world was Zeke talking about?
Another roar sounded, and he heard, “Bad bear! Shoo! Bad bad bear!”
“Fat Millie is a bear.” He chuckled. “And she’s a frequent visitor I take it?”
“She is, and she is. She loves bacon. Loves it.” Zeke chuckled softly. “Almost as much as she loves arguing with the chefs.”
“Well, I’m glad to hear it’s a bear with a name like that and not the poor, hardworking kitchen help.”
“No. No, the kitchen guys are amazing. Seriously. Well paid, well cared for, you know?” Zeke sighed and smiled. “They’re good guys, huh?”
“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised you know them so well.” He was though. Zeke was full of surprises.
“I’ve been here a while, and one of the things I know, you need to be good to the folks that deal with your food.”
“Seems wise to me. And speaking of food…” He nuzzled Zeke’s ear.
“Uh-huh…” Zeke sighed softly, shivering.
“I need coffee.” He grinned to himself, because that wasn’t what Zeke was hoping for, he was sure. “And maybe an omelet.”
“Coffee, I can do. I don’t cook. I can make a phone call, however. What do you want in your eggs?”
He laughed. “You don’t cook? Shit, we’re doomed. Neither do I.” He was a champion eater, however.
“That’s why I work so hard, so I have money to have someone cook for me. I’ve never lived anywhere that had a full-sized kitchen, even.”
“I like the way you think.” And he could afford a chef without working very hard for it at all. Zeke would be so excited.
“I’m good at music, and I can so open a Pop-Tart…”
“Oh yeah? I bet I can open one better.” He poked Zeke in the ribs to make him squeal.
“I bet you’re the Master of Pop-Tarts.” Zeke’s laughter filled the air.
“That’s me. Master of Pop-Tarts. And tarts like you too.” He blew a raspberry on Zeke’s neck.
“Oh, ho!” Zeke cracked up, just rolling with his laughter. “So mean!”
“I know. Horrible. Now you have to go make this ogre coffee and order a cheddar, bacon, tomato and spinach omelet. Rye toast. Maybe some fruit.”
“Cheddar, bacon, tomato, spinach. Cheddar, bacon, tomato, spinach, with RYE. Cheddar, bacon, tomato, spinach, with RYE.” By the time Zeke was done, the order was a song.
“And maybe some fruit!” he sang over it all in decent harmony but a terrible voice. He’d wrecked it shouting to the heavens over his boy’s outstanding blow jobs.
“Oh, I never forget the fruit, Master Pop-Tart.” Zeke winked at him. “ Never .”