Chapter 12
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Z eke wanted to ask when Wesley was leaving.
He also didn’t want to ask when Wesley was leaving.
Maybe because he didn’t want Wesley to leave at all.
So he didn’t ask at all.
He just did his best to be the most pleasing boy he could be.
The best part was that it worked. Wesley was happy with him and told him so. The Dom didn’t leave any room for doubt at all. And he had stripes and pink skin and sore butt to remind him every second of the day.
“Earth to Zeke. Hello? Where’d you go, boy?” They were sitting on his roof, looking out at the water and up at the stars. It was a chilly night, but they were dressed for it, and they were wrapped in his blankets.
“I was thinking about you, Sir.” And that wasn’t even a lie.
“I like hearing that. I’ve been thinking about you too.” Sir nuzzled his ear with a cold nose.
“I’m glad.” He snuggled in, lifting his face for a real kiss. “I want to be on your mind.”
“I’m leaving Saturday morning. Early.” Day after tomorrow. So soon.
“So one more day.” He sighed and shook his head. “I’m going to miss you, so much.”
“Not for too long. You’ll visit me. I’m going to be the one you leave this place for one day.”
“Am I?” Oh, it was a thought, wasn’t it? That Master Wesley wanted him to come?
“It’s not really up to me, but I hope so. I’m not in a hurry. I think we’d be stupid not to make sure this isn’t some whirlwind fantasy tryst, but it doesn’t feel like one.”
“No, Sir. It doesn’t feel like it’s fake. You are the most real person I’ve ever known.”
“I try to be. I don’t know how to be anyone else.”
“I’m glad.” Zeke liked Wesley more than was reasonable, more than was fair.
Especially since he was going away.
“Can I call you every day?”
“If you forget, I’ll call you. And I can send pictures from my next fundraiser. Me in a tux. I pull it off pretty well, you know.”
It wasn’t his imagination. Wesley was holding him tighter.
“Oh. I bet you do. I bet you’re stunning in a suit. I don’t dress up well.” He was hottest when he was a mess, and he knew it.
“I’m not sure I believe you, but if that’s true, we’ll have to work on that. Sooner or later, I’ll want you on my arm for one my events.” Wesley chuckled. “I’m not used to having arm candy.”
“That’s because you are arm candy, Sir.” He could see Wesley at an awards show, looking about pretty.
“If you say so.” Wesley shifted so their eyes met. “I gather there is a farewell dinner tomorrow night. Have you been?”
“No. No, there’s never been any reason to.” And he didn’t want to. He didn’t want to say goodbye.
“Zeke, you know I would like to ask you to leave with me, right? It’s just that I don’t want to uproot your whole life and then discover we’ve made a mistake. I think we should miss each other for a while and make sure.” He sighed. “I don’t think we’re making any mistakes, but if we’re not, what’s the hurry, you know?”
He nodded. “Yes, Sir. It makes sense. It doesn’t mean I won’t miss you.”
Wesley might just decide he wasn’t worth waiting for.
“Oh. Don’t get me started. I’ll worry if a day goes by and I don’t hear from you.”
“It won’t.” Why would it? He had nothing to do but play music and wait to call. “You have my word.”
“That’s more than enough.” Wesley looked up at the sky again. “I’m going to miss this view.”
He watched Master Wesley, the strong jaw. “God, me too.”
That made Wesley laugh. “Clever. How about we go inside and I give you a better one?”
“I’d love that. Seriously. I want to love on you, to give you everything I have so you remember me when you go.”
“You’re a good boy. And a good man.” Wesley sat up slowly and shivered. “Oh, that’s cold.”
“Come on down. We’ll start a fire and warm you up, okay?” Zeke was not going to let his Master freeze on his watch, dammit.
“No need. We’ll make our own fire.” Master kissed him much too briefly, but it was enough to understand what Wesley meant. Then Wesley helped him put away the blankets.
As soon as they were downstairs, they started stripping. Both of them eager—damn near desperate to pretend this wasn’t almost over.
Master reached for his hips and pulled him into another kiss, this one deep and hungry.
It was easy to open up and dive in. In fact, it was all he wanted on earth. He wanted Wesley to stay.
Wesley made him feel wanted with every touch, those fingers digging into skin as their hips moved together.
His heart beat so fast—a mixture of hunger and desperation, sorrow and a need to remember every second.
“Something to remember us by, right?” Wesley’s voice was husky with need. Strong hands spun him to face the wall.
“Yes. Something that you’ll think about over and over.”
He heard the lube bottle open, and Master tapped his ankles with one foot to make him spread wider. “You too. You too, my sweet boy.”
“Yours, Master. All of me.” Even the parts he didn’t want to give away.
Master’s knowing fingers pushed inside him with confidence, making sure he was slick and ready. “Mine. No matter where I am. You will still be mine, and I am your Master.”
“You promise, Master, because I do.” It was maybe a stupid thing to promise, but it was true.
He meant it.
“I promise you, boy.” The fingers slipped away, and his Master’s thick cock took their place. Wesley pulled back on his hips and sank into him slowly.
Zeke threw his head back, his throat working as he clenched around the sweet prick piercing him.
“That’s it, boy. So good.” Master’s fingers curled over his forehead and pulled his head back to rest against one solid shoulder.
He panted, his eyes crossing with his need. Sensation zipped through his body, and the only thing anchoring him was his Master’s strength.
Master’s breath rushed past his ear with every thrust. Every grunt and growl was right there, drowning out even his own moans. He was surrounded, and it was everything he wanted.
Hell, it was exactly what he needed.
Then suddenly he was moving. Master turned them and bent him over the bed, both hands gripping his hips as Wesley dove back in, fucking him hard.
“Harder!” He huffed out the word, his lungs straining to keep up.
That got him a solid smack on the ass. It was loud enough and stung enough to get his attention. But it also got him what he wanted, and Master bent over his back, arms braced on the bed.
He was filled to the brim, aching with the need to come, and the desire to make it last forever.
“Ready, boy?” Master’s voice was soft, but the word came out on a growl. “Close?”
“Uh-huh.” He didn’t want to come yet, but he needed so bad. He went up on tiptoe, and that tilted Master inside him.
“Don’t.” The thrusts slowed suddenly, then stopped entirely as Master took a step back, cock slipping free and leaving him empty. He could hear Master’s heaving breaths behind him.
“Master!” What the fuck? “What’s wrong?”
Wesley chuckled darkly. “Just making us wait. Making you wait.” Master circled his hole with hot fingers.
“Oh fuck…”
Master swatted his ass. “Boy.”
Fuck, that was hot. “Sorry, Sir.”
“I bet you are.” Master’s cock slipped in deep, then slid right out again and those fingers were back, teasing.
How the fuck did Master do that? “Making me nuts.”
And it felt so good.
“Boy.” He got another smack and this one stung.
He grunted and wagged his hips, trying to work out the little burn.
“Tease.” When Master pushed back in this time, he stayed there, holding their hips together and not moving at all.
He clenched and relaxed, clenched and relaxed, over and over again. Master’s fingers dug into his hips harder at first, then he got another spanking, and then Wesley groaned, the sound long and needy and started moving again, rocking deep and steady into him.
Love you. He wouldn’t say it. Not yet. But he did. He loved Master.
Master kissed his nape, as if Wesley had heard him. More kisses landed on his shoulders as Master went a little harder. “Whenever you want, my good boy. Don’t hold back.”
“Yes, Sir. Yes.” His balls tightened, and for a second, he didn’t think he’d be able to shoot, but he did. He shot so hard his bones shivered.
Master’s measured thrusts grew shallow and erratic and then Master came on a hard thrust, that cock buried deep inside him.
His head dropped on his folded hands, tears threatening, as he fought to catch his breath.
This was wild.
He’d fallen in love.
They were still for a bit, each of them catching their breath, until Master finally shifted and ducked into his bathroom, came back to clean him up with a warm washcloth, then climbed onto the bed. “Come, boy. I want to hold you.”
“That sounds like heaven, Sir.” He pushed into Master’s arms, cuddling in close, cocooning in the blankets.
“It is.” Master held him tight and nuzzled his hair. “This is heaven.”
“It is.”
And the day after tomorrow would be hell.