Chapter 37 The D Word
The D Word
Neither of them spoke as they drove back to Fletcher’s apartment. Fletcher just wanted to turn his brain off for the rest of the night. He was tempted to throw Taylor in the backseat of his car and to not stop driving until they hit Seattle.
“Do you want to take a shower before we go to bed?” he asked Taylor as they slipped out of their shoes.
“Would that help you?”
Fletcher sighed. “I don’t know what would help me if I’m being honest.”
Taylor looked at him and nodded. He looked like he was contemplating something for a minute before his entire demeanor shifted.
“Take your clothes off.”
The assertiveness in Taylor’s voice was like a switch in Fletcher’s mind. He didn’t even question it as he pulled his polo off and let it drop to the floor. Taylor watched him intently as Fletcher reached down and unbuttoned his shorts and pulled them down to step out of them with zero hesitation.
He looked at Taylor with a patient look in his eyes.
“Everything comes off,” Taylor ordered. Fletcher quickly hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs and tugged them down, releasing his cock.
He carefully leaned down to slip out of them and to remove his socks.
The cold air in the room stung Fletcher’s growing erection as he stood in front of Taylor fully naked and feeling entirely vulnerable, yet he was completely comfortable with it.
“Come here,” Taylor beckoned.
Fletcher carefully approached him until he stood inches away from Taylor. He flickered his eyes down to Fletcher’s erection.
“Take my shorts off,” he commanded. Fletcher reached down to unbutton Taylor’s shorts and pulled them down. Taylor quickly stepped out of them. He tugged his own shirt over his head and dropped it to the ground.
Fletcher gave him a “what next” look while Taylor took a seat at the foot of the bed.
Taylor crooked a finger for Fletcher, beckoning him to come and stand in front of him. He slowly walked over until he stood over Taylor, who didn’t say a word as he pointed down towards the ground, signaling Fletcher to kneel.
He dropped down to his knees in front of Taylor as Taylor reached behind him for a pillow. “Kneel on this,” he instructed, handing Fletcher the pillow to place beneath his knees.
“Rest your head on my lap,” Taylor instructed.
Fletcher quietly obeyed, laying his head down to rest on Taylor’s legs.
Taylor started to run his fingers through Fletcher’s hair, sending a chill down Fletcher’s spine.
His mind went fuzzy with pleasure as Taylor continued to run his hands through Fletcher’s hair.
Taylor reached over to the bedside table and picked up his phone. He seemed to be calling someone as he put his phone to his ear and continued to caress Fletcher.
He brushed the back of his hand up and down Fletcher’s cheek as he spoke on the phone.
“Hey Jess. Just checking in. How’s it going?” Taylor’s assertive voice was replaced by a more casual tone.
Heat coursed through Fletcher’s veins as Taylor basically continued to pet him for the duration of his phone call. He kept his eyes on Fletcher the entire time, looking at him intensely. Looking at him possessively. Fletcher was overwhelmingly aroused.
“Yeah, it’s fine. We drove along the beach, and his parents did a fireworks show.”
Fletcher could hear Jesse’s voice from Taylor’s phone, but it was too faint to understand what he was saying.
“It was nice. I’ve seen better.” Taylor brushed Fletcher’s bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. “Yeah, I remember. They had a really good show.”
Taylor continued to look down at Fletcher and caressed him.
He cradled the back of Fletcher’s head with one hand and traced the outline of Fletcher’s lips with the other.
Fletcher’s lips parted as Taylor pushed his thumb inside of Fletcher’s mouth.
Fletcher licked his lips before wrapping them around Taylor’s thumb and sucked it.
Taylor slightly nudged the back of Fletcher’s head, encouraging him to take more of Taylor’s thumb in his mouth.
“You got a job?” Taylor asked his brother. He furrowed his eyebrows in surprise but kept his gaze transfixed on Fletcher as he sucked Taylor’s thumb. He swirled his tongue around Taylor’s thumb, tasting his salty skin. His entire body buzzed with excitement.
Taylor let out a slight smile in response to whatever Jesse had just told him. “So, you’re going to work for three weeks and then just quit?” He laughed. “I guess that works. I can’t believe Starbucks hired you. Maybe you can get transferred to one in D.C. and work there.”
He lightly tugged on Fletcher’s hair as Fletcher’s teeth grazed his thumb. Taylor pulled his thumb out of Fletcher’s mouth and spread the saliva around Fletcher’s lips before Fletcher took him back into his mouth.
“He’s doing good. He’s pretty beat after the day we’ve had, so we’re going to bed a little early tonight.
How are the kids liking the dog?” Taylor removed his thumb from Fletcher’s mouth and went back to caressing his cheek with the back of his hand.
Fletcher closed his eyes and let out a satisfied breath.
He craved Taylor’s physical touch, and the way Taylor was touching him was probably the most intimate way he had ever been touched. Fletcher fully gave in to Taylor and loved every second of it.
“Well, I’m glad Gretchen got him groomed. He did kind of smell,” Taylor laughed.
Fletcher slowly ran the back of his hand up and down Taylor’s leg. His erection was becoming harder to ignore the more Taylor pet him. He could’ve reached down to stroke himself, but a voice in his head was telling him to wait for permission.
“Okay. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Love you, buddy,” Taylor told Jesse before hanging up.
He reached back over to put his phone back on the table before giving Fletcher his undivided attention.
“Do you like this?” Taylor asked softly after a few more moments.
“Yes,” Fletcher answered. It came out more strained than he intended for it to. Heat rushed to his face, and he could feel himself blush as Taylor continued to pet him.
“I do too,” Taylor told him. “I like you like this.”
“Like what?”
Taylor tried to bite back a smirk. “Submissive.” There was a hint of uncertainty as he said it, like he was trying to test the waters saying such a loaded word.
A breath escaped from Fletcher’s lips. “Is that what game we’re playing?” he asked nervously.
Taylor shook his head. “Does this feel like a game to you?”
Fletcher could feel his heart beating out of his chest. “Not really,” he answered honestly. “I like you like this too.” He pressed a kiss on Taylor’s knee as Taylor widened his legs. Fletcher moved between Taylor’s legs and mouthed Taylor’s erection through his boxers.
Something very quickly grew ravenous inside of him as he felt Taylor’s hard cock on his lips. His hands went to pull Taylor’s boxers down, but Taylor shook his head.
“Not yet,” he said coolly. Fletcher swallowed nervously. He scooted back until he sat up against the wall, patting the bed next to him. Fletcher crawled onto the bed.
Taylor grabbed the remote and turned the TV on, choosing the next episode of Game of Thrones for them to watch.
Fletcher lay his head down on Taylor’s lap again, feeling the obvious erection as his cheek rested right against it.
Taylor continued to run his hands through Fletcher’s hair for a few more minutes while they silently watched the TV.
The anticipation of what would happen next was eating Fletcher alive.
He wanted to take Taylor into his mouth and let Taylor empty the entirety of his balls into his mouth.
He wanted Taylor to take him from behind and fuck him senseless.
He waited for something to happen, and nothing did.
He just laid there as Taylor continued to pet him.
Fletcher realized that this was a part of it.
Giving Taylor total control over himself.
And for some crazy reason, he loved it. He would do anything Taylor told him to.
He would do anything in return for Taylor’s attentive devotion.
There was no power imbalance here. They were entirely equal in this exchange.
Fletcher was in charge just as much as Taylor was.
Fletcher knew that control was something that Taylor craved.
He needed it. Just as much as Fletcher needed validation and intimacy.
“You’ve been such a good boy,” Taylor purred. Fletcher’s breath hitched. “I think my baby boy deserves a reward.” Fletcher’s excitement grew.
“Like what?” He whispered.
“Anything you want, beautiful,” Taylor told him softly, sounding like a caress.
Fletcher’s hand landed on Taylor’s thigh as he turned his head and nuzzled his face into Taylor’s crotch, closing his eyes and allowing himself to revel in the act of it.
He pressed kisses to Taylor’s bulge before putting his mouth on Taylor’s tip and sucking him through the fabric of his boxers.
Taylor kept his breathing stable as he calmly brushed his fingers through Fletcher’s hair.
“Tell me what you want, Fletcher,” Taylor cooed. “I need you to use your words, sweet boy.”
“I want to suck you off,” Fletcher answered softly.
He looked at Taylor with confidence in his eyes.
Taylor allowed Fletcher to pull his cock out of his boxers as Fletcher took him in his hands and licked the precum that had leaked from his tip.
Fletcher took his time as he took only Taylor’s tip into his mouth.
He swirled his tongue around it as he looked up to Taylor with reverence.
“Look at those pretty, pink lips wrapped around this cock. You’re such a pretty fucking boy,” Taylor muttered. “Do you like how I taste?”