Chapter 17
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S omeone was having fun with this, Wesley decided during his slightly inebriated post-Xanax hangover. Whoever it was that put people in each other’s paths to fall in love was giggling up their damn sleeve at him right now.
Let’s have him fall for someone who lives about as far away from New York as one can get, and definitely more than one plane ride, because that would totally fuck with him.
It was fucking with him all right. But he made it. He landed in Juneau where a flight attendant helped him off the plane and handed him over to Caleb, who bundled him into the resort’s fancy Jeep without any questions because they’d done this before. He didn’t even feel the need to say more than hello before he closed his eyes and dozed away the rest of the buzz.
Zeke
Are you here?
The sheets are clean
I ordered you food
He squinted at his phone.
Wesley
Yes yay yum
That covered everything, right?
Wesley
hedache
He knew that was spelled wrong, but it worked. He tried to type that he was looking forward to seeing Zeke, but he fumbled the whole thing and deleted it and just sent a heart.
So much easier, and it said even more.
“We’re about ten minutes out, Sir. It’s supposed to snow, starting tonight.”
“I do love snow.” He sat up straighter in his seat and stretched a little, then opened a water bottle Caleb had brought for him and took a long drink. Now that he was making himself wake up, he actually felt a lot better. He did have a little bit of a headache, but the water seemed to help.
The clouds were already starting to gather, but it didn’t matter to him if it rained or snowed.
He was where Zeke was.
“It’s good to be back.” That was a ridiculous understatement, and he figured Caleb knew it. He kind of hoped everyone knew it, not in a braggy way, but in a happy for Zeke kind of way. The boy had friends here.
“Yes, Sir. We’re all glad to have you back. Everyone’s been worried about Zeke.”
That got his attention. He knew the separation had been tough, but Zeke had insisted he’d been caught up in his writing. “Worried, how?”
“Oh, he’s just been in hiding. Jamie had to make him take a shower.”
“Hm. I’m sorry to hear that. I thought he was handling the separation a bit better.” But they would be together again in minutes, and he could get the boy back on track.
And get himself back on track. He’d showered, and he’d also pulled off a successful event, but he understood. He didn’t have words for it, but he understood.
“I’ll take your luggage to the cabin, if you’ll check in at the lobby. Would you like me to send Zeke down for you, Sir?”
“No, he ordered dinner to the cabin. Just tell him I’m on my way. Thank you, Caleb.” He had the urge to tip the boy but recalled from his previous visit that tips were not a thing here. He went to check in, shaking off the cold as he got inside where it was much warmer.
“Master Wesley! Welcome!” He remembered Ezra from before. He was dressed in a staff uniform, and he seemed so happy.
“Hey, Ezra. Thank you. Just checking in. Everything good?” He took a deep breath, feeling better the closer he got to his boy.
“Wonderful.” Ezra handed over his bracelet, which served as his key card. “I’m glad to see you.”
He nodded and took a step away. “You won’t mind if we catch up more later? I have someone waiting for me.”
“No, Sir.” Ezra’s look was kind and knowing. “Enjoy your dinner.”
“I will.” He laughed and his steps felt lighter as he ducked out the side door that led to the path to his boy’s cabin.
The clouds were gathering, getting darker, and Wesley shivered. They were going to stay in tonight, in bed. He smiled as all of Zeke’s pride decorations welcomed him and took the cabin steps in a leap. He knocked loudly. “Hi, honey, I’m home!”
“Master Wesley!” In about half a second, he had a happy boy in his arms.
He pulled his boy right in and hugged him hard, and everything that had been missing wasn’t anymore. Just like that. “Zeke.”
Zeke kissed him, tongue fucking him good and hard, demanding his attention. He stepped inside, dragging Zeke with him, and kicked the door closed. He let Zeke push at his coat, and between them, they got it off, and then he took Zeke’s jaw in his hands and took over, battling Zeke’s tongue into submission and pushing his past the boy’s lips.
Zeke whimpered, his fingertips catching and tugging at his hair.
He groaned and spun Zeke around, pressing the sudden, insistent bulge in his jeans against the boy’s ass while he worked Zeke’s jeans open.
“Master.” Zeke leaned back against him, and pushed back against him, rocking hard.
He got the boy’s jeans and boxers down, finding his boy slick for him already.
“Jesus, boy.” He gave Zeke’s ass a solid smack, then tore open his own jeans and pulled his aching cock out. “Do you have something in your pocket for me too or do you want it like this?” He rubbed his bare cock between the boy’s cheeks and groaned.
“I want you. Now. This is forever.” Oh, sweet fuck. Such a good boy.
“It is, right? It is. Wider.” He tapped Zeke’s ankle with his foot. His boy complied and reached for the back of his couch to hold onto, and he leaned in, the head of his cock slowly stretching his boy, making the boy open for him. “Fuck.”
“Yes…” Zeke arched, going up on tiptoe, that sweet ass clenching around him. “Yours. Yes. Don’t stop.”
He had no plans to stop. Far from it. He gripped his boy by the hips and moved deep and hard. He was going to take everything Zeke already wanted to give him.
Everything his boy had.
Zeke cried out, the sound filling the air, and so fucking happy, so turned on, and all for him.
He was happy too, and he let himself enjoy this. He and Zeke had two gears, sweet and slow, and rough and reckless, and he’d missed them both. He loved how they filled Zeke’s little cabin with sounds—grunts and sighs, heavy breaths and whimpers, and the sound of their bodies coming together over and over and over again.
The couch creaked as it threatened to move, and Zeke hauled it back, ass squeezing him like a fist.
“Tight. Fuck.” He planted his feet and pulled back on Zeke’s hips, making sure Zeke felt him too. This wasn’t going to be a marathon. He could hear Zeke panting and his thighs were already trembling.
Zeke nodded, breathing hard. “Gonna. Gonna, Master. So fucking close.”
“My good boy. Whatever you need.” That was his promise as a lover and a Dom, after all. Zeke’s needs were his.
“Yes.” Zeke milked his cock, working him good and hard as he came.
“Boy.” He had no hope of holding out even if he’d wanted to. His hips lost their rhythm, and he shivered as he let Zeke drag him through his climax. He shuddered and groaned as he shot, breath coming in tight, shallow pants.
Zeke slumped down over the sofa, breathing hard, his entire body shuddering.
He tugged his jeans up a little so he wouldn’t trip on them and reached for Zeke, coaxing his boy up and into his arms. “Let’s sit where I can hold you.” He half carried his boy around the couch and sat, pulling Zeke mostly into his lap.
“Master. You’re here.” Zeke cuddled right in, humming for him. “You’re really here.”
“And you were so ready for me, naughty boy.” He had to grin though. What a fucking welcome. Worth every goddamn second on an airplane.
“I had to be. I didn’t want you to have to wait.”
He found Zeke’s lips and kissed them hard. “You’re worth it. Fuck, I missed you.”
“Me too. I missed you so damn much.” Zeke smiled at him, and he noticed how tired Zeke looked, a little drawn.
He wouldn’t bring it up. He was here now, and he’d just make sure Zeke got sleep and food and lots of—lots of love. “We figured out quickly that we’re not cut out for long distance, huh?”
“Yeah. It was hard. I worked a lot, but… it was hard.” Zeke blinked at him. “I got food and stuff.”
“I also worked a lot. It didn’t help.” He slid his fingers over every part of Zeke he could reach. “Are you hungry?”
“No. I’m happy. I’m with you.” Zeke snuggled harder.
“Honestly, I’m not either. Yet. Maybe we should go have a nap and warm it up later and have dinner by the fire.”
“Perfect. Come up. There’s fresh sheets.” Zeke stood and held out his hand. “Come love on me.”
He stood, just basking in how sweet his boy was and how much he wanted to do just that. He took Zeke’s hand, finally feeling balanced again, and in no hurry at all.
He was here, he had his boy, and he had shot so hard his bones rattled. It was amazing.
They had a lot to work out, and some of it would probably be hard, but they didn’t have to worry about that tonight.
Tonight was for catching up on the weeks they’d missed.