20. Chapter 20
Mason
I gently finger back Jinx’s bangs as he sleeps in my arms. Why do I love touching his hair so much?
Who knows? We’re lying naked under a blanket on a pallet we made by the fire in a room at the ski lodge.
I watch his eyes flutter in a dream, his lips parted, softly snoring.
What do you dream about, Precious? It should only be good things.
My fingers move across his shoulder, dusted with faint freckles from the past summer.
Since we’ve been doing this, he’s only had one nightmare that I’m aware of. It was enough to wake him up. I held on tight to him the rest of the night.
Despite what I said to him at dinner, I am concerned about my business if they learn about Jinx and what we do.
That they’ll react as my parents did. It’s one thing to date someone so much younger.
Factor in our dynamic… people will never understand.
But I also swore to myself that if I took on another sub, I’d never let anything get between him and me again.
As a Dom, it’s my job to protect my subs.
I absolutely failed in that with Jude. I won’t let anything happen to Jinx.
My restaurants are everything to me, but I’m not going to lose someone I care about again, and I care deeply for Jinx. Strong feelings that happen quickly aren’t unusual for a dynamic such as ours.
“I can feel you staring,” Jinx says sleepily.
“I’m sorry I woke you.”
“It’s fine. I didn’t mean to crash so early.”
“You were tired.”
He smirks crookedly with sleepy eyes. “Is that how sleep works?”
“Brat,” I chuckle. “But no spanking here. Who knows how thin these walls are?”
He sits up and lies on top of me. “So, I can be as bratty as I want?” He glances away, pretending to think about all the naughty things he wants to do. “Hmm, whatever shall I do?” he says in the most atrocious British accent I’ve ever heard, making me laugh.
“Be bratty. I’ll keep a tally and punish you when we get home.”
“When we get back, I’ll head home. Then you’ll have to wait until the weekend after Thanksgiving. By then, you’ll forget, old man.”
“Old?”
I sit up, taking Jinx with me, and flip him onto his back.
I pin his arms over his head with one hand, hooking my fingers into his bracelets.
I adore the sudden flush to his cheeks and him gnawing on his bottom lip.
So fucking cute. He truly is precious, even when he’s being naughty.
I definitely picked the right endearment for him.
“Are you ticklish, my pet?”
His eyes go wide, and he starts to struggle. “Don’t you dare!”
“There are other ways to punish you without spankings.”
I grin slyly and test his ticklishness under his arm. Jinx bucks and giggles. I love the sound. “No, stop, stop!”
I move down to his ribs and tickle him harder until he outright laughs with tears streaming down his face.
When I think he’s had enough, I let him go.
He huffs, feigning anger. “You’re so mean!”
“Just proving to you that I have my ways.”
“Clearly… And now I’m wide awake.”
I roll onto my back and bring him with me. “I like you on top of me,” I say.
He rests his hands on either side of my head and looks down with rogue bangs falling in his face again, no matter how much junk he puts in his hair to keep them back. “Did you punish me enough so that I can kiss you? I wanna taste you, too.”
“What do you think?”
“You definitely punished me. I hate being tickled.”
“Then, you’ve earned a kiss and my cock.”
Jinx leans down and presses his soft lips to mine.
It’s not a hungry kiss. It’s slow and languid.
He rolls his tongue in my mouth, savoring it.
He’s very good at kissing with very little saliva.
When he pulls away, he sucks on my bottom lip before he moves on to my cheek and jaw, kissing as he goes down to my throat, my chest, and stops at a nipple.
He suckles it before doing the same with the other.
My back arches when he bites down too hard, sending a jolt through my body, but I’ve always loved a little bit of pain.
He rolls his tongue over the sting, then continues to move down my body, heated blue eyes looking back at me, watching my every reaction.
I hate my uncertainty. I hate that I’m assuming this is the prostitute in him after telling him to be himself.
This is supposed to be about trust. It’s not that I don’t trust him, but I do know extreme trauma can make you do all sorts of things, like hide your pain away, as he’s prone to doing, even by his own admission.
“Is this hooker Jinx?” I ask because I must know.
He bites the side of my torso. “You’re supposed to trust me.
” I swear, sometimes he can read minds. Before I can respond, he says, “This is Jinx after his hooker days, when I was with women. I never did this to clients. I sucked them off, or they fucked me. There was nothing fucking tender or intimate about it.”
I nod and let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. “Thank you for that. I’m sorry.”
Jinx sits up on his hands and sucks in his bottom lip, tilting his head. “Maybe you should be the one who’s punished for not believing me.”
I’m fucking grateful he’s not angry with me. “Maybe I should,” I chuckle. “But not tonight.”
He rubs my skin where he bit me with a finger. “I want to mark you. It’s a weird itch I can’t reach. That’s how much I want to do it. Will you let me?” He kisses the spot he was rubbing. “I want to do it right here. Only you and I will know it’s there.”
I debate saying yes. It’s not about me but about whether he’s earned such a thing. But tonight is very casual between us. It doesn’t always have to be about having a session. We’re allowed to be ourselves now and again.
“You may,” I tell him.
Jinx smiles mischievously before sucking on the skin, pulling the blood to the surface. He pops off, inspects his handiwork, then he’s back at it until he’s satisfied. Once again, he swirls his finger around the area. “Looks good on you,” he says, glimpsing up at me with those coy blue eyes.
I run my fingers through his hair and tug on it gently.
It’s hard not to look at him. He’s truly beautiful, especially when he smiles, which he doesn’t do enough of.
His eyes aren’t only stunning, but they’re shrewd, intelligent, like he can see through you.
I’m sure he’s incredibly observant, but not so much introspective.
That’s difficult to do. And he seems to fight it.
I push those thoughts away to focus solely on Jinx and our pleasure. I yank on his hair a little tighter. “Suck me down.”
He scoots down, pokes out his tongue, then he swipes it along my length.
I hiss and sit up on my elbows to watch him.
There’s nothing hotter than seeing a man between my legs, worshiping my cock.
And Jinx belongs down there with stretched lips and watering eyes as he chokes on me, pushing his mouth to the limit.
It doesn’t take long to feel the familiar tingling and pressure. Before I get close, I tug on his hair again and force him to pop off.
“Grab the lube from my bag. Front pocket,” I order.
Jinx says nothing as he stands and rummages through my backpack. He grabs the lube and returns, sitting between my legs.
“On your back, Precious.”
He does as he’s told, his head falling back on a pillow, looking up at me with eyes filled with lust and eager obedience.
I hover over him and drag my fingers across his face. My thumb brushes over his lips, and I push it in. He suckles it; the vision makes my heart race, and the blood pools straight to my cock. I pull out my thumb and brush a kiss on his cheek.
“You came into my life at the right moment, my pet. I didn’t think I was ready, but you’ve proven me wrong.”
“It’s like fate forced us to collide, not that I really believe in that.
You came to me at the right moment, too.
I’ve never felt so… free to be myself. My head is clear whenever we’re together.
It’s like… I can breathe again.” He looks away and rolls his eyes, pink dusting his cheeks. “Ugh, that sounded so stupid.”
“It sounded perfect.”
“Still embarrassing.”
I chuckle and help him sit up. “I have another idea. Straddle my legs and sit close enough to where I can fist our cocks together. Have you ever frotted, pet?”
“Actually, no, but I know what it is.”
“I like having some firsts with you. It’s a silly notion, like virginity, but it’s still a turn-on.”
Jinx climbs onto my lap and drapes his arms over my shoulders, looking down to watch as I squirt some lube into my hand. I stroke myself, spreading the oil around, then I do the same on his length.
With one hand pressed to his back, I fist our lengths together and languidly stroke us. His eyes slide closed, and he chews on his bottom lip, one of my favorite looks on him, and rests his forehead against mine.
I capture his lips and slide my tongue into his mouth. His fingers dig into my neck, then slip into my hair as we deepen the kiss.
Something has shifted in me. I know when that moment was.
When I told him about Jude. Something unknotted deep inside.
It unfurled, like I’ve been chained by life, and now I’m loose, the ghost of Jude vanishing into the past where he belongs.
Being a Dom feels different this time, too, less rigid.
It’s almost as if I’m just as happy to be with Jinx as we are without the sessions.
For the first time in years, I’m… happy, and I tell him that. “I’m so happy I bumped into you, Precious,” I say on his lips as I keep stroking us.
His fingers curl tighter in my hair. “Me, too.” His voice is barely a whisper. “I’ll always protect you.”
I’m not sure what he means. Protect me from what? I simply nod.
We return to kissing, throwing everything we have into it as my strokes grow faster and tighter. We’re breathing heavily, and I’m sure his heart is racing as much as mine. The first threads of pressure spread throughout me, and his cock is hot in my hand.
I brush my thumb over our cockheads, sending a sensitive jolt coursing through my body and pulling out a groan from Jinx, my precious.
“More,” he says. “Please…”
My hand speeds up, and I close my eyes to fully enjoy the heat of his skin and his length rubbing against mine. My body is burning for a release, for him.
When his fingers dig deeper into my scalp, and his cock swells and heats even more, I know he’s close.
Jinx grabs my face, kisses me, crying out his orgasm into my mouth.
His hot cum spurts over my hand. I’m close myself, so I let go of his softening cock to finish myself off.
He rests his head on my shoulder, looking down at my hand, watching.
He reaches for my tip and gently rubs it, spreading pre-cum around as I pump and twist.
It doesn’t take long before I’m coming, spilling over, my cum mingling with Jinx’s. I hold my breath, milking the last threads of my orgasm, chasing my climax, groaning out my pleasure.
“That was… hot,” he says, still panting. “My dick rubbing against yours was fire.”
“It was. You feel perfect against me.”
Once our hearts settle and numbness washes over us, I say, breathing out the words, “Be a pet and clean us up, please.”
Jinx rushes off and returns moments later with a wet washcloth. He wipes my hand clean, then he cleans our cocks. I take the used rag from him and toss it on the floor to deal with later. First, I want to hold him. He needs that the most.
I lie down, and he curls against me, fingering my chest hair. Meanwhile, I’m completely sated and numb.
“What do you do without me in bed when you’re at home and have no one to hold?” I ask him.
“I usually sleep with one of the dogs or cats. Cats are fussier about it, but we have a lot of dogs who are willing to sleep in a bed. Orange Crush sleeps with me the most. You met her. Nutmeg, our first dog, is the sweetest, but she’s mostly Aleks’ dog.
We picked her up after… We were on the road after we escaped from LA.
Nutmeg was there, waiting to be adopted while we were on a hike in the desert. ”
He chuckles and kisses my chest. “What?” I ask.
“I’m just laughing at myself. I hated the outdoors, and I was definitely not a hiker. Now, I love it. I can’t imagine not being surrounded by nature or riding my horse through the rivers and mountains. I never want to live in a city again.”
“Seems we have more in common than I thought. I was always a city boy myself. New York City is one of the largest and most densely populated areas. I needed a place to unwind and start a new life. I didn’t want to be buried in my past back there.”
“But you did get buried in your past,” he corrects.
“You’re right. I did. Why do you think that is?”
He thinks about it a moment, sliding his leg over mine. “Because you can’t run from your past?”
I smile and kiss his head. “Exactly, but I tried to anyway.”
“I’ll protect you,” he tells me again, making me more curious.
I roll over to face him, fingering the bangs from his face, which try to live permanently over his eyes. “You said that earlier. Protect me from what?”
“Everyone. Everything. Like that asshole tonight. He just wanted to be all up in our business.”
I chuckle. “He did.”
“It’s just… You see me, you know? All of me. And you’re not running for the fucking hills like everyone else… sorry, that slipped. Anyway, I never thought that would matter. I didn’t think I’d even care, but now that I have it, I don’t want to let it go.”
This is definitely my favorite time with Jinx.
“You’re a remarkable and beautiful man. I’m sorry they couldn’t see that.”
“Meh, it’s also my fault. It’s not like I’m an open book, except with you. I’m a disaster, just like you said.”
“I didn’t mean it like that. I said that to show how perfectly imperfect you are.
What I meant was you are beautiful in all your imperfections, Precious.
None of us is perfect, especially me. I truly wish you’d never suffered.
I wish I could take away all your pain. All I can do is be there for you, protect you, and help give you a safe place to be yourself without judgment. ”
Jinx rolls on top of me, and I wrap my arms around his smooth back. “I do feel safe.”
That right there makes it all worth it. He’s quickly become someone special to me.