Chapter 22
22
“I don’t think I’m going to supper.” Zeke had been leaving the cabin for a few days in a row, and he was done. He didn’t want to have food. He didn’t want to do whatever activity the Barn had planned. He didn’t want to be social. “You go ahead and have fun.”
He was going to hide in the closet and meditate.
“We’re going. Get your boots on.” Wesley liked his supper. Wesley liked meals in general. Wesley liked people. Sometimes, he wondered how they got along so well.
“I don’t want to.” He shook his head. He didn’t want to, and he was curious how far he could push.
Wesley stopped and squared his shoulders, then shot him a look, complete with a raised eyebrow. “What’s your angle here, boy? Are you looking for a spanking? It’s Sir, remember?”
“I’m not angling, I don’t think.” He went for brutally honest. “I don’t want to go, Sir, but I’m curious about how you’re going to respond.”
That was true, fair, and not in the least bit ugly. And he wasn’t opposed to the idea of a spanking, of a little Masterly attention.
“Well, ‘I don’t think I’m going to supper’ is going to be met with a different response than say, ‘Sir, can we talk about supper?’ So as things often are, my response is in your hands. Hm?”
“Okay, that’s fair, Sir.” Zeke pondered this for a minute, because he was of two minds about his answer. “I kind of want to be a brat. Is that weird?”
“Of course not.” Wesley crossed his arms and looked at him. “However, this seems to dovetail nicely into that conversation we haven’t had yet about rules. A brat is about shirking expectations, so if you want to indulge your inner brat—” Wesley grinned at him. “Then you’ll want rules you could choose to break.”
He nodded, and he had to force himself not to wiggle. “I think you’re right, Sir. Maybe we could have supper here together and talk about it? In a not-bratty way.”
Wesley kissed his forehead. “Why don’t you order us something? Something that involves french fries.”
“Yes, Sir. I know what you like.” He kissed Wesley’s cheek. “I love you.”
“It’s a good thing. I wouldn’t be here in the frozen tundra for just anyone.” Wesley winked at him. “I love you too.”
“You’ll love it by Christmas. I know it.” Except it would be dark, most all day, and pretty empty. He went to order burgers and fries, adding a milkshake for them to share.
By the time he got back, Wesley had stoked up the woodstove and the fireplace was roaring so it was toasty in main room. There were pillows and blankets arranged on the floor, and Wesley was sitting cross-legged, waiting for him.
“This is lovely. Thank you, Sir.” It was warm, comfortable. Just cozy.
“You like it? I wanted to be… casual for this conversation. Come sit.”
“Yes, Sir.” He went to settle close to his Master, his eyes closing.
“So, let’s back up to the other day when I teased you about making a rule that you had to tell me whenever you heard a song that you wrote. I thought your reaction meant you didn’t like the idea of rules, but you said maybe you did. So, tell what you meant.”
Zeke leaned in, pondering the question. “It was a visceral reaction, but it wasn’t all—maybe not even mostly—negative. It was worrisome, but exciting. A little arousing, a lot intense. I felt a lot of things that I didn’t think I could handle out in public.”
“Sounds like I need to come up with some rules.” Wesley chuckled. “Fun. I’ll think about that, and we’ll just have to see how you handle it. Remember you always have your words, at home, in public, in bed, in a scene… always. So, a brat can break rules, or a brat can just do things he knows are going to irritate me. The first time you said you weren’t going to go to dinner, I ignored you. The second time, you were bratty and disrespectful and that irritated me. Had you pushed it further, you’d have gotten a spanking and likely I would have made you go to dinner with me anyway and sit on your pink ass.” Wesley grinned.
“I want a way to play that doesn’t really irritate you, you know?” He wanted them both to play.
“Well, I didn’t realize how you were feeling before, but I get it now. And I wasn’t irritated as much as concerned because it didn’t seem like you. We’re still new in a lot of ways, right? So I think we should not overthink it and just… be ourselves and have some fun.”
“I’d like that. I’m not bad—but sometimes I like to pretend I am.” And sometimes he liked a nice punishment, a spanking, a way to blow off steam.
“You’re never bad. And I don’t believe in real punishments. I promised you that. But I think it might be fun to play too. Some rules really are made to be broken.”
He stroked a long line down along his Master’s belly, petting him, teasing him so careful.
“So, why didn’t you want to go to dinner?”
“I don’t feel social, and I want to be with you. It’s cold and wet out there. I want your attention.”
“So… you’re a cat.” Wesley chuckled. “Okay, brat, you have my attention.” There was a knock at the door. “Dinner.”
“I’ll get it, Sir.” He unfolded himself from the floor with a satisfied sigh and headed for the door. The food was well-packaged, the milkshake still cold. “Thanks, man. You rock.”
“Have a great night. Seriously.”
“I hope to.” He winked at the delivery sub, finally feeling free enough to do that.
“Picnic? We can eat on the coffee table and stay by the fire.” Wesley was watching his every move.
“Yes, Sir. That sounds like heaven. What would you like to drink?” Zeke was feeling loose and easy, like he could breathe and focus.
“Just some water for me, I think.” Wesley took the tray from him and started cleaning their books off the table. “And extra ketchup, please?”
“I can so do that.” He couldn’t stop smiling. He just couldn’t stop.
“First rule, you will always go to dinner with me.” Wesley took the ketchup from him when he got back.
“Have or go?” It was an important distinction.
Wesley rolled his eyes at him. “You will accompany me at dinner wherever I choose to have it, and you will eat with me. Is that clearer?”
“Yes, Sir.” He resisted the urge to grin. He wanted to, though. Damn.
“Have a seat. And if that’s not clear, I mean sit down next to me.” Wesley did grin, and winked too.
He sat close by, wiggling so they were snuggled right together. “Like this?”
“Mm. Good boy.” He got a kiss, a long one, then Wesley pulled back, grinning again. “Although we might need a little elbow room for burgers.”
“Just a little?” He opened Wesley’s food for him, then opened his own.
Oh, that did smell so good.
“Tomorrow, I have some calls to make and emails to deal with. I would like you to serve, what do you need to get done tomorrow?” Wesley dug into his burger.
“I don’t. I sent in my score. I’m waiting for the orchestra to send me files.” He would be free until after Christmas, he imagined.
“Perfect. Then I’ll keep you busy kneeling for me. Fry?” Wesley held one out for him.
He opened his mouth and let Wesley feed him the fry. Oh, crunchy, salty goodness.
“Tonight, I’ll make sure you have something to think about while you’re kneeling tomorrow.”
A sweet rush hit him, right in the pit of his belly. “Mmm… yes, Sir.”
It was an amazing thing, to feel seen. Wanted. Desired.
“Is there anything else you’re curious about? Nothing is off-limits for a discussion, you know.”
“I—I’m curious about our limits. I was so… dead inside before.” He nibbled on his burger, and damn it tasted like heaven. “Like I watched scenes, I saw all this kink, and I didn’t care. Now, it’s like someone turned on a spigot.”
“I’m curious about limits too. Yours especially. Even more than I was before. I know you can handle my flogger, but I’m thinking about boundary work. Trust work.”
“Trust work.” He nodded, chewing on his bottom lip. “That can be hard, I think, but necessary too, and good for my soul. That was what was damaged, you know? Not my body, not even my heart. My soul.”
Wesley nodded. “I think anything that can bring us even closer is good to do. I was deceived by a sub who wouldn’t use his safe word, so I find it hard to trust myself sometimes. Trust work is good for both of us.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” He put his burger down and met his Master’s eyes. “That’s awful, Sir. I hate that for you.”
Wesley shrugged and smiled. “Everyone has that one-time story, right? It wasn’t a disaster, but it scared the fuck out of me. We haven’t gone that deep yet because I’ve been waiting for… I don’t know. Maybe this conversation. But I want to. We will.”
“I’ll call it before it gets bad. I swear, Sir. I promise.”
“You’re a good boy, Zeke. I love how you take care of me.” Wesley kissed him again, just a slow, sweet kiss, a loving one.
He cupped Master’s cheek, their kiss going just the slightest bit deep, letting Wesley feel his love.
Wesley pulled him closer, moving so they were free of the coffee table and pushed him down into the nest of blankets and pillows in front of the fireplace.
Oh.
Oh, that felt like heaven, and the heat in his belly grew proportionally.
Wesley kissed him again, fingers tangling in his hair, slow and sweet changing quickly to deep and needy.
He let himself go with it, refusing to think, to worry. He wanted to feel.
Wesely tugged and pushed at his shirt until they got it off. His pants and the rest of what he was wearing followed quickly, leaving him naked and his Master still fully dressed. “Beautiful.”
He blushed, but he didn’t hide away. “You too, Master.”
Wesley sat on one hip beside him and ran a warm hand over his chest and abs, stopping to tease a nipple. Wesley stroked and tugged and rolled it until it went stiff between those knowing fingers.
He stared at Wesley, captured by the hunger he could see in Wesley’s eyes.
His Master’s fingers slid lower and combed through the patch of hair at the base of his cock before sliding between his thighs and coaxing them open.
He curled his toes, a deep groan bubbling out his chest. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do, but he was confident Master Wesley would let him know.
Wesley fondled his balls, rolled and tugged them with hot fingers, eyes roaming over him like they were drinking up his skin. His Master’s hand moved from there to his prick, curling around it and playing up and down his length, tracing the veins and circling the head.
Master Wesley did a lot of touching, but he didn’t say a word.
He licked his lips and reached out, cupping his Master’s face, rubbing his bottom lip.
“No.” Wesley took his hand gently and pressed it down at his side. “No touching. Just me.”
And with that said, Wesley’s hand tightened around his prick, thumb pressing firmly into the slit.
He groaned, a deep noise sliding from him. The jolt of electricity that hit his balls made his head spin.
“Pretty boy. So needy.” Wesley stroked him from base to tip and back, driving that thumb in again on the next pass.
“H-how? How could I not be? You’re amazing and I’m yours.” He couldn’t stop his smile for love or money.
“My boy.” Oh, he liked that he knew how to make his Master growl. Wesley looked down at him, face half warm and lit by the fire and half in deep shadow.
It was exciting as hell, and it made him ache, more than a little.
“You’re going to get to come for me tonight, boy. As much as you want. And tomorrow, I’m going to give you a present.” Wesley kept stroking him, teasing his slit, tugging on his balls.
His lips parted, and he jerked up, almost losing it, right then and there.
“You like that idea? I have others. It’s going to be a good day.” Master Wesley moved over him and licked his lips, but instead of the kiss he was expecting, Wesley moved down his body, dragging that tongue over his sternum, across his belly, and circled his hip bone.
“M-Master…” He wriggled, his cock beginning to leak, leaving wet kisses on his belly.
“So perfect.” That tongue bathed his balls, then lapped at the shaft of his cock, deliberately pushing him toward that cliff. “Delicious.”
“Making me need, so bad.” Master Wesley made him a little dizzy with need, and his heart pounded with it.
“Are you close? Let me taste and see.” Wesley pushed his tongue across the head and dragged the tip through his slit.
“Fuck! Sir!” He gasped, arching hard against the urge to just shoot. “Please!”
“You may take what you need, my good boy.” Wesley closed those lips around his cock and let him slide in.
That was all it took, he pushed in deep and came hard, his entire body shuddering with the pleasure.
His Master hummed with satisfaction and let him fly, swallowing around him, then licked and kissed and nuzzled him, letting him come back to himself in his own time.
“Master…” He swallowed hard, blinking down at Wesley. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. You’ve done some hard things in the last few days, things you wouldn’t have tried if I hadn’t insisted. I wanted to reward you.” Wesley slid back up and stretched out beside him, the hard length under his fly was unmistakable.
Oh. He felt a little like he was flying. “Can I touch now, Sir? Make you feel good?”
“I don’t know, should I let you?” Wesley smiled at him, and it was hard to tell if he was joking or not. “I’m kind of enjoying my buzz.”
“Mmm… It’s a powerful sensation, isn’t it?”
“I like it. I like that turning you on turns me on.” Wesley nipped at his chin.
“Does it ever make you stunned that we found each other?”
“Oh, all the time. I mean, what were the chances? I’d never been to Alaska; it was a whim. A… an indulgence. I’d planned to come play and then go back to New York. This seems—this is practically impossible.”
“It’s a miracle. You’re my miracle.”
“I don’t believe in miracles, but I do believe in fate, and this? We were just meant to be. It’s just written in the stars.” Wesley kissed him again and whispered, “I can’t wait to find out what the stars have for us next.”
“Oh, me either. I swear to you. Me either.”
“Let’s go up on the roof later and see.” Wesley kissed his chest. “I’ll even let you get dressed. It’s cold out. But first… I think you can touch now.”
“Oh.” He reached out, dragging one hand down along Wesley’s shirt, unbuttoning on his way. “I do like your clever ideas. I like them very much.”