3. Merrick
Merrick
Merrick fucked two more men before the end of the night. Four in total, if he counted the dick sucking from the start of the evening. It was far from enough, but it would have to do.
He massaged his jaw the whole drive home, frowning at the quiet once he stepped inside.
His brother hadn’t stayed with him long at all, but Merrick had quickly grown accustomed to having someone there to talk to again.
Growing up, the conversation in the Shannon household was constant and endless.
When Merrick left for California, he’d had to learn to bide his time alone and quiet, even if he hated it.
Bryce had brought him back to a familiar volume, but as soon as Bryce was there, he was gone.
Merrick was alone again. Fine in some ways, not in others.
It was nice, for example, to come home after a night at the club and sit naked on the couch with his cock in his hand.
He was hard again, hard still. Far from sex-addicted, he could easily go without it.
He simply didn’t want to. Merrick liked to fuck, he liked to be used for sex, and he understood the hypocrisy of going after after his brother for also enjoying sex.
Maybe it was a defense mechanism, he wasn’t sure.
No matter.
He pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened an app, the one he’d posted on before heading to Rapture.
There were a couple comments and replies, some direct messages that looked like they were from chatbots, which he ignored.
He lazily stroked his fingers down the length of his shaft, clicking through the profiles of the people who had engaged on the post. It was late and he had to work at noon, but Merrick’s breath caught in his throat when he enlarged the profile photo of the most recent comment.
It was the first man… well, the man with the leather pants and the harness.
The man who’d wanted to get fucked. In his photo, he had on the same getup as he wore at Rapture, except the camera was focused on the bulge between his legs and his strong fingers gripping himself through the leather.
Merrick shivered, pinching the tip of his dick as he clicked the profile to explore.
The man’s name was Wilder, or at least that was the name he used on the app.
He had three other pictures—one of him on a black leather couch, legs spread wide in invitation; a second of him from behind holding a riding crop over his shoulder; a third photo of him wearing a pair of reflective aviator sunglasses, head thrown back and mouth open in pleasure.
Merrick wondered if Wilder had looked like that earlier in the night when he’d come all over Merrick’s face.
He hadn’t been paying much attention to anything except the rich smell of Wilder’s precum and the hot throb of his shaft against Merrick’s cheek.
Merrick had never been so desperate to suck cock as he was when he found himself between Wilder’s strong legs, but the gag…
The gag.
And Wilder had still finished all over his face.
Merrick’s dick hurt, and maybe it was because it was late and he was tired, or maybe because he had no real sense of self-preservation. He messaged Wilder.
SKCirreM
Were you at Rapture earlier tonight?
The activity dot besides Wilder’s avatar immediately turned green and a reply came through shortly after.
MrWilder
I was.
Did I fuck you?
You did.
Do you want me to fuck you again?
Are you offering? Right now?
Maybe.
How many men did you take tonight?
Three and a blow job.
And it’s still not enough?
Merrick’s cheeks flushed at the implication, the accusation.
He knew he was a lot.
Too much.
nvm
No.
Don’t do that.
Merrick’s erection finally flagged, and he swiped the messages away to skim through Wilder’s profile. He hadn’t read more than two sentences before his erection was back in full force, hard and leaking against his fingers.
Dominant man looking for submissive partner. Gender is irrelevant, compliance is not. Consent in all things at all times, but I love corporal punishment, domestic discipline, rough play, and humiliation.
Merrick did not like humiliation, though…
Maybe he did a little bit.
A lot.
He kept reading.
I do not share, not interested in being a third. Casual scene partners not ideal, but looking for something invested and long-term.
Merrick groaned, ignoring the incoming message in favor of staring at the unfinished painting of a sunset he’d been working on for the past week.
He’d been busy at the shop, which was good for his bank account but not for his creativity.
Drawing other people’s art was all well and good, but he wanted time to work on his own designs again.
Another incoming message and he read them both.
I wasn’t being critical of your sex drive or your kinks.
If there’s something you want, you should ask for it.
I did. Earlier tonight.
And so I ask you again.
Was it not enough?
Merrick pressed the edge of his thumb into his leaking slit, cursing himself under his breath.
No, it wasn’t.
There was no reply for almost a minute. Merrick was ready to turn his phone off and throw it in the dishwasher when another message came through.
I have to get up for work at six, but I’ll host if you want another round.
Merrick had about a thousand questions for this man, but he quickly mentally organized them and asked the most important one first.
What’s your address?
Wilder lived close, Merrick quickly learned, and less than ten minutes later, he was on the other man’s front porch.
Merrick had an apartment in an old pre-war building that hadn’t been updated since the early nineties, but Wilder lived in a small bungalow on a corner lot, an overgrown bougainvillea in the front yard.
The light in the living room was on, and Wilder opened the front door before Merrick even stepped onto the porch.
“You came,” Wilder said, pulling the door open to make room for Merrick to come inside.
He’d changed from the club, standing there in a pair of black flannel pajama pants and no shirt. Merrick had on the same shirt and track pants he’d worn to Rapture, a single condom shoved into his pocket.
“I did.”
The corner of Wilder’s mouth quirked up. “And you speak.”
Merrick laughed under his breath. “You have no idea.”
“A talker, then?”
He nodded.
“So the gag is a necessity?” Wilder asked.
“Yes.”
“What if I want to hear you?”
Merrick traced his tongue across the backside of his top teeth. “What if I didn’t want to hear myself?”
“Is that it?”
“Sometimes.”
Wilder made an amused sound in the back of his throat, and Merrick stepped into the house.
The door closed behind him and he took in the space.
The living room was small, a loveseat and a coffee table, a mid-century styled entertainment center with a TV on top and a stack of books to the side.
There was a lamp on the side table that illuminated the room, but Merrick didn’t see light from anywhere else in the house.
“I do talk a lot,” he admitted. “I don’t know how to be with myself when it’s quiet sometimes, but the constant conversation frustrates everyone.”
“Not me,” Wilder said simply.
Merrick scoffed, tucking his chin toward his chest. “You don’t know me.”
“No,” he agreed. “Not yet.”
A painful silence fell between them, and that was exactly why Merrick used the gag and made the sign. There was no need to pretend there were things to say when there were no words that needed to be said. They both were there for the same thing. There was no point in formalities.
Merrick reached into his pocket and pulled out the condom, holding it up between his first and middle fingers.
“Where do you want me?” he asked.
“Are your rules the same as from Rapture?”
Merrick thought hard about the things he’d read on Wilder’s profile, about the kinks and the rough play. He imagined they’d engaged already in the latter when Merrick had fucked him, but he also imagined that wasn’t quite what Wilder had in mind when he made the post.
“Maybe it’s safer that way for now,” he said, “since you have to be up soon for work.”
“I can do both,” Wilder said softly, taking the condom out of Merrick’s hand and tearing it open with his teeth. “Take off your clothes.”
Merrick kicked out of his shoes and stripped out of his pants and shirt. He left it all beside the couch, waiting for Wilder to tell him what to do next.
“What can I call you?” Wilder asked next.
It was careful wording, Merrick recognized, not specifically asking for a name but still asking for something.
“Merrick,” he answered.
“Wilder,” Wilder said back.
“I saw,” he said. “On your profile.”
“What else did you see?”
Merrick’s mouth went painfully dry, and that was answer enough for the both of them.
“Can I tell you something?” Wilder asked, gently plucking the condom out of the wrapper. He closed the space between them and lowered his hands, one brow arched. “May I?”
“Yes and yes,” Merrick rasped.
Wilder grabbed his shaft and used it to pull Merrick closer, setting the condom against the tip of his dick and rolling it down toward the root. Merrick shivered at the touch, unashamed, and he bit his lips between his teeth.
“Earlier at Rapture, when I tried to touch myself and you smacked my hand away, I wanted to take you over my knee and spank you until you were bruised in the shape of my hand.” Wilder paused, finishing his work with the condom. “How does that make you feel?”
Again, Merrick faced a hundred different questions and a thousand different answers. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, not sure what to say until Wilder spoke and narrowed down his options.
“Honesty or you can leave,” Wilder warned. “I’m a dominant bottom, Merrick. I am fully capable of fucking myself to the point of completion if that’s what I’m in the mood for, and I’m capable of doing it without assistance.”
“I think I like it.” He forced the words out, tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth.
“And what you saw on my profile?”
“Also liked it.”
“But I have work in the morning,” Wilder said, not quite a statement but far from a question.
Merrick nodded.
Another silence, and then Wilder pushed down the waistband of his pajamas to behind his balls, revealing his thick, hard cock and heavy sac.
“I would like to lead you through my house by your dick, Merrick,” Wilder said like he was recounting his favorite movie or a meal he wanted to make. “Walk you to my bedroom, leave the lights off. What’s your favorite position? How would you want me if it were up to you?”
“I like them all.”
Wilder tightened his hold on his cock and Merrick sucked in a sharp breath, precum smearing into the reservoir tip of the condom.
“If it were up to you.”
Merrick blinked hard, looking down at Wilder’s hands, one around his own cock and one around Merrick’s.
The questions from earlier hadn’t gone away.
In fact, they’d somehow multiplied, procreated, grown so out of control in their number there was no way Merrick would be able to organize his thoughts long enough to pick one out to ask it.
If he opened his mouth, he wouldn’t close it, and his fear of not being able to stop when he needed to terrified him.
He realized, in that moment, he wanted to please Wilder, not just by fucking him but by being obedient, by doing what he’d been told.
“If it were up to me,” he said carefully, glancing up at the other man from behind the fan of his dark lashes. “I would want you to choose.”