Chapter 13
The concrete floor was shit on his knees, but Austin couldn’t bring himself to care. Not with Dominic rubbing himself through his sweatpants like that, teasing him like always.
Austin groaned, half-frustration, half-horniness. Dominic had already denied him in his bedroom this morning. He couldn’t do it again.
“You promised,” Austin said. “Quit dragging it out and—”
“Drag it out?” Dominic smirked at his own pun, squeezing his hard cock through his sweatpants. “I have to say, I’ll be glad to get these off. They’re pretty tight.”
He teased his thumb against the tight band of his sweatpants. Austin had never felt so small before Dominic came into his life. He made Austin’s clothes look tiny, the fabric stretching almost to bursting.
“Then take them off,” Austin said.
“Demanding,” Dominic murmured. He trailed his hand down over his bulge, rubbing gently along the tip.
Austin’s mouth watered as he thought about Dominic’s cockhead, red, rosy, and soft against the roof of his mouth.
“Sir,” Austin tried. “Please.”
Dominic’s dark eyes glinted. But he didn’t take his cock out as Austin expected. He just curled a hand around Austin’s head, the pressure so delicious it took Austin a moment to absorb what he said next.
“Take me out,” Dominic told him.
Austin blinked. Then he rushed into action, reaching for Dominic’s sweatpants and ignoring his aching muscles. He’d work out to failure every goddamn day if it meant he got to suck Dominic off after.
Dominic caught his wrists. “No hands.”
Austin stared up at him. “Huh?”
“Put them behind your back.”
Austin did. He clasped his hands together, trying to work out some of his pent-up energy. He was surprised he still had so much of it after that hellish workout, but Dominic awakened these things in him.
“Good puppy,” Dominic said. He nodded down at his straining sweatpants. “Keep going.”
“Right,” Austin muttered. He paused, considering. Then he went with the most obvious solution and fit the waistbands—boxers and sweatpants—between his teeth, pulling them down.
It took some time. The sweatpants were truly tight. Austin had to bend his head awkwardly, pulling hard. It made him feel like he really was Dominic’s obedient dog performing a trick, embarrassing and triumphant all at once.
Finally, he wrestled Dominic’s cock free, letting the combined waistbands snap under his balls. If it hurt, Dominic didn’t complain. He just stood there, petting Austin’s short hair, watching him with an expression so fond and hungry it made Austin’s scalp prickle with heat.
Dominic tapped his ear. “Hey. Hands behind your back.”
Austin blinked. He’d unclasped his hands from behind his back and had started reaching up. It was just automatic. Before Dominic, he’d never blown someone without some hand action involved.
“Sorry,” Austin said. He clasped his hands again, wondering if he’d like it more if he had to hold Dominic’s hips.
This whole hands-behind-his-back thing was distracting.
Then again, maybe he wanted distracting.
The whole dildo-blowjob-two-holes schtick from last night had been distracting, and took a significant amount of effort, but that had been what made him get all floaty in the end.
Even if finally going boneless in the end had been a relief.
Dominic’s cock jutted out horizontally, the perfect angle for where Austin was kneeling.
He leaned in, giving the head a light kiss before sliding his lips around it.
He tasted like old sweat. It should have been gross, but Austin seemed unable to find anything gross about Dominic, even the stab wound.
Austin would lick his stitches if Dominic told him to—which he’d never do.
Austin didn’t know a lot about wound care, but he knew you didn’t lick wounds.
Still. He’d do it. He’d do anything Dominic told him. Like kneel on this hard concrete floor, no cushion this time, and suck his cock with no hands despite all his instincts telling him to jack his shaft already.
“Good,” Dominic said, stroking his hair. “Now take it deeper.”
Austin moaned and did. Dominic wasn’t as wet as he’d like, but he wasn’t about to pull off and get him sloppy. Not unless Dominic asked. He bobbed his head, taking him deeper on every pass until his nose was pressed into Dominic’s thick pubes, Dominic’s cock throbbing in his throat.
“Just like that,” Dominic sighed. “Now swallow.”
At first, Austin thought Dominic meant he was coming, and he had to fight back equal feelings of thrill and surprise. Then he swallowed, the movement thick, difficult, and clunky, and realized that Dominic just wanted to feel it.
“Good,” Dominic repeated. “Shit, Austin. That feels fucking amazing.”
Austin swallowed again. Tears swelled at the corners of his eyes, threatening to fall. And still he swallowed, basking in the feeling of Dominic’s approval, his hand in Austin’s hair. It was incredible. He was lightheaded with it.
“Puppy,” Dominic said. “You’re allowed to breathe.”
Okay, Austin thought. Maybe lightheaded for other reasons, too.
He pulled off Dominic’s cock, gasping for breath.
Dominic chuckled and ran his hand down the nape of Austin’s neck. “Eager for it, huh? That’s okay. I’ll give it to you.”
With that, he dragged Austin back onto his cock and started thrusting. Austin choked, his throat spasming as he took the unexpected intrusion. But then Dominic eased up, and Austin relaxed his throat until he stopped gagging.
Dominic wiped a stray tear from Austin’s cheek. “Good puppy. Just sit there and take it.”
Austin did. He wanted to start touching himself, but he was actually liking the whole hands-behind-his-back thing, and Dominic hadn’t told him he could.
He was half-tempted to do it just to see how Dominic would react.
But Dominic was so thick and hot in his throat, and Austin had to focus on breathing when he could.
His head was getting floaty again, and only half of that feeling was from the lack of oxygen.
Dominic’s hand tightened in his hair. His thrusts sped up, his balls smacking into Austin’s chin.
“Good puppy,” he panted. “Gonna take it all?”
Austin gurgled in agreement and stared up at Dominic, who was blurry through the tears. He could grab his ass, press him even deeper, let him know how much he wanted it. But Dominic hadn’t told him he could move his hands. His fingers ached from clasping them so tightly. He hadn’t noticed.
Dominic groaned and came, shooting hot ropes of come down Austin’s throat. Austin swallowed, his head sweet and fuzzy as he focused on not choking. He loved feeling Dominic pulsing inside him, no matter which hole. He was always sad when it was over.
Dominic didn’t pull out at first. Austin sucked hopefully on Dominic’s softening cock, hoping for another spurt.
“Very fucking hungry,” Dominic said breathlessly. He pulled Austin off his cock, and Austin was gratified to see Dominic’s legs shaking. He had done that.
Dominic pulled him up and kissed him. Austin moaned as Dominic licked the salt out of his mouth, sucking on his tongue.
Finally, Dominic pulled back. “How are your knees?”
“What?” Austin considered. They were pretty sore, but not as much as his aching arms. “Fine.”
“Good,” Dominic said. “Don’t fall down.”
With that, he got on his knees and started undoing Austin’s belt. Austin’s hips jerked, unable to stop himself.
Dominic squeezed his hip warningly. “Stay still.”
“I don’t know,” Austin croaked hoarsely. “Might have to hold me still.”
Dominic laughed and did. Austin came barely a minute later, legs shaking so hard Dominic was less holding him still and more holding him up. He sank down to sit bare-assed on the concrete with Dominic as soon as Dominic let him go.
For a moment, neither of them spoke. Their heavy breathing rang off the walls of the home gym.
“Okay,” Dominic said finally. “I think it’s time for a shower.”
Austin talked him into letting him join.
To save water, he said, as if either of them were particularly eco-conscious.
But Dominic didn’t call bullshit on him, so Austin was treated to the surprisingly intimate experience of washing each other’s hair and, after they got out, changing Dominic’s bandage.
“Least I can do,” Austin said as he smoothed tape around the bandage, both found in the depths of his first-aid kit. “For my big, bad bodyguard.”
“It’s part of the job,” Dominic pointed out from his spot leaning against the kitchen sink. “Literally. They make us sign a waiver.”
“Yeah, but still.” Austin paused, then before he could think better of it, he pressed a kiss to the corner of the bandage. Then he turned away, piling his supplies back into the first-aid kit so he didn’t have to see Dominic’s reaction.
“So,” he said, forcibly casual. “Got anything on today? I don’t have shit until my next contract starts next month. We could chill, watch a movie. I could order more fancy food for you to make. Or, you know, just get takeout.”
Dominic said nothing. Austin forced himself not to react, his back still turned as he snapped the first-aid kit closed. He couldn’t remember how many times he’d invited Dominic to watch a movie with him this past year. Dominic said no every time.
Why shouldn’t he now? He was tired, he was injured, and he was probably looking forward to changing into his own damn clothes. Austin opened his mouth to tell him not to worry about it, only for Dominic to talk over him.
“Alright,” Dominic said quietly.
Austin turned, surprised. Dominic was leaning against the bathroom sink, adjusting his shirt, sliding it over the corner of the bandage Austin had kissed.
Dominic looked up expectantly. “What do you want to watch?”
The day passed too fast. Austin was shocked every time a movie ended, looking at the end credits and realizing they had talked their way through yet another movie. Thankfully, Dominic had relented and let Austin pick old action movies they’d both seen before, so it wasn’t much of a loss.
When it started to get dark, Austin asked if Dominic wanted to order something in again.
“My treat,” he added.
“You paid for lunch,” Dominic pointed out.
“I can afford it,” Austin said flatly. “Come on. Call it a tip. For going above and beyond.”
Dominic snorted, rubbing his chest bandage through his shirt. “Again, it’s the job.”
“The job is making sure crazy fans don’t mob me,” Austin said, scrolling through Uber Eats. “Getting stabbed is not part of the job description.”
“It’s always a possibility,” Dominic said.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. So, what are we getting? I’ll even let you order me more carbs.
” Austin kept scrolling, holding his breath.
He was pushing it; he knew that. Even he would want to go home at this point, if he was in Dominic’s position.
And he always got the feeling that Dominic valued his alone time.
He’d had to talk Dominic into staying over, let alone staying all the next day.
Surely now was the time Dominic would politely excuse himself and head home.
He waited. But Dominic didn’t say anything. Finally, Austin risked a look over at him.
Dominic was watching him from the other side of the couch, his arm slung along the back. Austin had never seen him so relaxed. He’d spent the last year watching Dominic stand at attention, scanning the room for any potential threat.
Austin smiled, nudging their socked feet together. “What?”
Dominic shook his head. “Nothing. Just realized I’m on shift.”
“Huh?” Austin checked his watch. Tonight was a Dominic night. He wasn’t going anywhere tonight, which usually meant coaxing Dominic in from the outer perimeters of the house and roping him into a conversation until he made an excuse to leave.
“Guess so,” Austin said slowly. “So, you’re saying you have to stick around and watch another Fast and Furious movie?”
“I’m saying I should probably head out and talk to the team at some point,” Dominic said. “Address the Gail situation. But I suppose I can fit another movie in.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Dominic gave Austin’s socked foot another gentle shove. “Should probably head home after that, though.”
Austin reminded himself this was the part where he should accept that gracefully. Should remind himself that he had already coaxed Dominic into staying one night; he shouldn’t try for another.
He climbed into Dominic’s lap instead.
“What if,” Austin began, settling down against Dominic’s thick thighs. “I made it worth your while?”
Dominic hid a smile, but not fast enough that Austin missed it. Dominic put his hands on Austin’s hips, rubbing thoughtfully at the skin showing underneath his shirt.
“How so?” Dominic asked, his voice so low it made Austin shiver.
Austin bit his lip, letting all his desires show on his face. “You've thought about me since you started working for me. You must have some fantasies you want to try.”
Dominic’s eyes darkened. His grip tightened on Austin’s hips, sending a fissure of excitement up Austin’s spine.
“You sure?” Dominic asked.
“Anything,” Austin said eagerly. His throat still throbbed, and his arms still ached from this morning, not to mention his tender hole from last night. But he didn’t care. Not with Dominic looking up at him like this.
Dominic hummed, stroking a hand up Austin’s spine before wrapping tantalizingly around the back of Austin’s neck.
“Call us a car,” he said. “We’re going out.”