Chapter 27 The Bedroom Game
The Bedroom Game
Caroline dropped Taylor and Fletcher off at their hotel. Jesse told them that he was going to stay at Caroline’s because he felt bad leaving Rocco there with her, so he promised he would see them tomorrow when they were supposed to get dinner for their birthdays.
Fletcher made a mental note to update their plane ticket in the morning so they could bring the fucking dog back with them.
Taylor checked into their rooms and held Fletcher’s hand as they walked to theirs. “Don’t you think someone could see us if we’re…”
“I don’t care,” Taylor quickly told him. Fletcher could tell Taylor was trying to downplay his anger. “I’m holding my boyfriend’s hand.”
He unlocked the door and walked over to plop down on the large king bed. Fletcher took his shoes off before putting his carry-on on the luggage holder.
Fletcher was about to try and comfort his boyfriend, but his phone started vibrating in his pocket. He quickly pulled it out and groaned.
“Who is it?” Taylor asked softly.
“It’s my mom. She doesn’t really call me unless it’s important,” Fletcher told him, sounding conflicted.
“Maybe you should answer it?” Taylor suggested. “Maybe it is important?”
Fletcher nodded and kissed Taylor’s forehead before stepping outside on the balcony.
“Mom?” Fletcher said as soon as he picked up.
“Hey sweetie,” she said. She sounded a little sad.
“Is everything okay?”
“Of course, sweetie. Hey, when will you be flying out?”
“Mom, I’m not going,” Fletcher said plainly. “You can ask Dad why.”
He heard his mom sigh. “Fletcher, he didn’t mean what he said. He’s been doing a lot of thinking since then. You know Lauren quit figure skating, right? He’s taking it well…”
“Figure skating isn’t hockey, Mom.”
“We all miss you so much, son. Just come for the fourth. You still have that apartment, right? You don’t even need to stay at the house if you’re not comfortable.”
Fletcher sighed. Despite everything, he had always tried not to blame his mom for the things his dad did.
Even if she never really stopped him. In a way, he had control over his mom too.
“I don’t know, Mom. I’m in California until the 3rd.
I would have to fly straight to Florida.
It’s a lot of traveling and I already do enough of that as it is. ”
“What are you doing in California?”
“I’m…” Visiting my boyfriend’s fucked up family. “I’m just visiting a friend.”
“That’s nice sweetie. Look, you don’t have to give me an answer. Fireworks are at eight. You’re more than welcome to come. I know your dad would appreciate it if you brought that one teammate of yours. Piers, I think. He’s talked about him a few times.”
“What do you mean he’s talked about Piers?” Fletcher asked, trying to sound low-key about it. He didn’t want to make his mom sound like he cared too much. His dad could be there listening to the call. It stressed him the hell out. Why was his dad so fucking obsessed with him?
“Just about the charity, sweetie. I’ve got to let you go, but I hope you decide to come and visit.” And then she hung up. No “I love you,” no “I’ll talk to you later.” Fletcher sighed as he stepped back inside.
He walked over to the bed and lay down next to Taylor.
“What did she want?” Taylor asked. He rolled over and rested his head on Fletcher’s chest. Fletcher wrapped his arm around Taylor and ran his fingers through his hair. He loved how Taylor was such a little spoon. Their legs intertwined and Fletcher kissed the top of Taylor’s head.
I love you. I love you. I love you. He wanted to tell him so badly. He had come close a few times. Taylor kind of let it slip, which made him feel better about his almost-mistakes.
“She wants me to come to Florida, but I’m not going to go.”
“Why not? I thought you were working with the charity.” Taylor shamelessly reached down and cupped him through his pants. Fletcher loved it. He wanted Taylor to know that he belonged to him.
Fletcher smiled as he shook his head. “I was, but then my dad fucking called me and tried to threaten me about shit.” His smile fell a little bit at the thought of it.
Taylor lifted his head to look at Fletcher. “Threaten you about what, exactly?”
“The night before we left for Boston he called and told me that I was threatening my career and stuff. Cause of the trade,” Fletcher lied. He didn’t think Taylor was in the right headspace to know about what his dad was really accusing him of. Not after today and especially not on his birthday.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. You don’t deserve to deal with that,” Taylor frowned.
Fletcher let out a sigh before he rolled on top of Taylor.
“Do you want to talk about what happened earlier?” he asked.
Taylor shook his head and leaned up to kiss Fletcher. “No. Not really. Let’s talk about that surprise…” He said with a smirk.
“Anytime there’s a list associated with sex it always ends up bad,” Fletcher joked. He straddled Taylor’s waist and ground his ass against Taylor’s crotch. He could immediately feel Taylor grow hard.
He leaned down and pressed a kiss to Taylor’s neck where the hickey from earlier was barely visible. “What do you have in store, handsome?” Fletcher asked, trying to sound as seductive as possible. “Anything you want to do, birthday boy. I’ll even let you tie me up.”
“Mhmm,” Taylor hummed. “I bet you’d like that.” Fletcher ground on him again.
“Keep doing that, sweet boy.” Fletcher loved when he called him that. “It feels good.”
Taylor’s hands found their way to Fletcher’s waist as Fletcher practically started dry humping him. He could feel himself growing hard beneath his jeans.
“Does that feel good for you?” Fletcher asked softly.
Taylor responded by pulling Fletcher’s shirt up over his head and throwing it down on the bed beside them. He unbuttoned Fletcher’s jeans and Fletcher sat up a little so Taylor could pull them down. “Sit up against the headboard,” Taylor instructed. “Let’s play a game.”
Fletcher eagerly obeyed. The idea of playing a sexy game definitely excited him.
He quickly pulled his jeans and underwear the rest of the way off and crawled up to the head of the bed.
Taylor got up and stood at the end of the bed.
He was still fully clothed, though the bulge in his pants was prominent. It looked almost painful.
“I want you to touch yourself,” he told Fletcher, sounding so dominant that it sent a chill down Fletcher’s spine.
“Really?” Fletcher asked, sounding a little nervous. Taylor’s eyes darkened as he looked down at Fletcher like he was his prey.
“Yes, Fletch. Spit in your hand and stroke yourself.” He commanded coolly.
Fletcher spread his legs on the bed as he lifted his hand to spit in it before reaching down to stroke his throbbing cock. He made lazy strokes. “How long?” he asked Taylor, unintentionally sounding kind of submissive. He sucked in a breath as he found a good rhythm.
“Until I tell you to stop,” Taylor answered. He folded his arms across his chest and watched Fletcher as if he was studying him. It made Fletcher nervous in the hottest way possible. He’d never felt this way during sex. So submissive. He really liked whatever kinky game they were playing.
“Do you like watching me play with myself?” he asked Taylor, sounding dirty. He tugged on his bottom lip with his teeth to try and hide a moan.
“Do you like it when I watch you play with yourself?” Taylor countered with another question. Fletcher’s cock twitched in his hand. Fletcher nodded, but Taylor pursed his lips. “Use your words, pretty boy.”
“Fuck, Taylor,” Fletcher whimpered, not ashamed of showing Taylor how aroused he was.
“I like it when you watch me. I wanna be so good for you, baby.” God he sounded like a fucking porn star.
But it just came out of him so naturally.
Taylor had some weird fucking super power where he could turn Fletcher into…
this. But it made Fletcher feel good the way Taylor talked him through it like this.
Really good. It made him feel validated in a way.
“Am I your good boy?” Fletcher asked. He wasn’t shy about it at all. And the way it made Taylor look at him was just the cherry on top.
Taylor didn’t answer. He just kept on watching as Fletcher stroked himself. He could feel his orgasm coming. But Taylor still hadn’t said anything. “Am I your good boy?” he asked Taylor again. A little more insistent.
Taylor looked at him with a hint of playfulness in his eyes as he finally answered. “No, Fletcher.”
Wait, what?
Fletcher stopped stroking and narrowed his eyes at him. “No?”
Taylor smirked. “Keep stroking, Fletcher.” He said coolly. “I think you’ve been pretty bad today. Do you remember why, Fletcher?”
Fletcher nodded as he resumed his stroking. He slowed his pace down so he could last a little longer. “The airplane,” Fletcher answered hesitantly. “But I was trying to—”
“Shhh. I didn’t ask you to explain yourself, sweet thing,” Taylor said. “It was a very naughty thing to do, Fletcher. And I know my boy is not naughty.”
Fuck, this was too hot for him to handle. “I’m your boy, Taylor,” he whined.
Taylor nodded. “You’re my sweet, beautiful boy. But this morning you were also a very bad boy.”
He wanted to crawl over to Taylor and kiss him. But if this was the game he wanted to play tonight, who was he to stand in the way of his man’s dreams?
“Do you think I want my sweet little boy to misbehave?”
“I wanna be a good boy, Taylor.” Fletcher smirked.
Taylor made a fake frown at him. “Do you?”
“I’m sorry for being bad.” Fletcher told him, sounding not at all apologetic. “I’ll be such a good boy for you.”
“How good?” Taylor asked, cocking an eyebrow. He walked over to the side of the bed and reached over to brush the curls out of Fletcher’s face. Taylor cupped his jaw and tilted his head up to look at him. Fletcher looked at him with pure devotion in his eyes as he continued his lazy strokes.
“How good can you be?” Taylor asked him calmly.