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Stewart grabbed him and turned their bodies, pressing Doug against the wall. “I am in love...” He leaned closer, hips pushing into him. “With Doug Crandall.”

Doug smiled. “I wasn’t sure you knew my last name.”

“It’s on your mail,” Stewart said. “I peeked.”

Doug grabbed Stewart’s head and yanked him in, capturing his mouth, driving his tongue deep. Stewart breathed hard through his nose, thrusting his hips into Doug’s. Still gripping Stewart’s head, Doug broke the kiss. “Bedroom.”

Letting out a breath, Stewart stepped back. “This way.”

Chapter Twenty

Stewart’s bedroom was sparsely decorated, but a king sized bed dominated the space. A traditional wrought iron headboard arched across the back, a puffy quilt patterned with dark, masculine colors. Stewart began undressing Doug before they reached it, pulling his shirt up over his head and fumbling with his zipper.

Doug helped him, unzipping his jeans the rest of the way and sliding them over his hips. Kicking his shoes off, he unbuttoned Stewart’s shirt, exposing all that creamy skin, nuzzling his chest on the way down, the scent making him dizzy. When he reached the bottom button and pulled open the shirt, he dropped to his knees on the floor and undid the zipper on Stewart’s jeans. Pulling his boxers down, he took Stewart’s erection into his mouth, savoring the salty taste of him.

Slowly gliding up and down his shaft, he looked up, watching Stewart’s face.

Stewart’s fair cheeks were already flushing as he watched Doug, holding his gaze as he slipped the shirt off his broad shoulders. He reached down, stroking a finger along Doug’s jawline, then slipped it into his mouth. Stewart’s finger probed, feeling along Doug’s tongue while he sucked his cock.

Stewart took in two quick breaths, face tightening in a grimace. “Wait...” He eased Doug’s head back. “Shit, you’re too good at that. I want to baptize my new bed with you before I come.”

Doug smiled up at him. “Okay. But I want to get you off that way sometime.” He rose to his feet and kicked off the jeans still tangled around his ankles.

Stewart grinned as he took off his own pants, stepping out of them. “Day’s not over yet,” he said. “Unless you have somewhere to be, I want to lock you in my bedroom for hours.”

Doug slid his hands around Stewart’s bare back. “My schedule is clear.”

Stewart walked him to the bed until the back of his thighs hit the mattress, then pushed him down onto it. Hooking Doug’s legs with his arm, he slid him over to the center of the mattress, then climbed on top, pressing his weight down.

 Doug sighed, his cock swelling against Stewart’s hot flesh. Reaching back, he gripped the rungs on the headboard, giving them a little shake. “Well, this is interesting,” he said, grinning.

Stewart laughed, propping up on his elbows. “You want me to tie you up?”

Doug had been joking, but Stewart’s words sent a zing through him and his cock twitched, growing rigid against Stewart’s hip. His breath grew shallow as he looked up into Stewart’s eyes. “Do you want to?”

Stewart’s pupils dilated, making his blue eyes look almost black. “Well, shit,” he whispered. “I do now.”

Doug grinned, frissons of arousal traveling down his lower belly, making his cock throb. “Let’s do it, then.”

Stewart climbed off him and went to his closet, returning with a long black bathrobe. He pulled the belt out from the loops and dropped the robe to the floor. “Will this do?”

Doug nodded, his throat too tight to speak.

Climbing back on the bed, Stewart straddled his waist. Running his fingers slowly up the length of Doug’s arm, he caught his wrist and wrapped one end of the robe around it, then secured it to the iron rung on the headboard.

Doug tilted his head up and watched as Stewart stretched the belt to his other arm and repeated the action. The soft material was tight around his wrist, but not uncomfortable as Stewart finished securing it to the other rung, giving it a little tug.

 Then he was bound, arms over his head, wrists tied to the headboard. He pulled a bit with his arms and the soft material around his wrists tightened further. Heart pounding he looked up at Stewart, who gazed down at him, eyes burning with lust.

Stewart shimmied back down Doug’s body, straddling his hips. His cock was full and flush with blood, raised and pointing toward his stomach. “Damn,” he said. “You look fucking good like that.”

Doug breathed slowly and deeply, stomach shivering. His cock strained against its confines, feeling ready to burst. “What do you want to do to me?”

“Everything.” Stewart leaned over, his palm dragging down Doug’s forehead. “Close your eyes.”

Doug complied, feeling Stewart’s fingers trail down his face. A finger slid into his mouth, gliding over his tongue. Doug sucked the finger hard, rewarded with a hiss of breath from Stewart.

He felt Stewart shift on the bed, then his breath was on Doug’s face. The finger slid out of his mouth, replaced with Stewart’s tongue as his lips ground down hard, hand gripping Doug’s chin as he forced his mouth open wider.

Doug groaned into Stewart’s mouth, eyes squeezed closed. His ass lifted off the bed, body twisting, cock begging for contact. Stewart’s tongue slid out of his mouth and trailed down his neck, then onto his chest, sucking a nipple. 

Stewart slid farther down his body, licking, sucking, biting as he trailed over his ribs, then down to his hipbones. Cool air chilled Doug’s flesh when suddenly Stewart’s hot mouth was gone. He felt him moving around on the mattress, then suddenly strong hands gripped Doug’s knees, spreading his legs.

Doug let out a huff and opened his eyes, looking down.

On hands and knees, Stewart looked up from between Doug’s parted thighs. “Close your
eyes
.”

Doug smiled, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back on the pillow. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“That’s the idea,” Stewart said, fingers caressing Doug’s inner thighs, gliding upward toward the bend of his leg.

Doug felt hot breath just before Stewart’s tongue lathed the underside of his sac, sliding up and over his balls. He jerked, the belt catching his wrists as a deep whimpering sound escaped his lips. The tongue came again, starting low then dragging upward. A third time, and Stewart’s tongue kept going, licking up the length of Doug’s shaft.

Doug’s cock throbbed, his balls tightening, breath coming in short gasps. “I can’t take much more,” he said. “I’ve been hard from the moment I stepped into your apartment.”

 “What do you want?” Stewart asked, making another long, slow lick up Doug’s cock.

“Ride me,” Doug said. “Please, I need to be inside.”

He heard Stewart suck a breath in just before he leaned over, pressing his cock against Doug’s, holding the two of them in his hand. “Do you feel how fucking hard you’ve got me?”

Doug nodded, keeping his eyes closed. “Yes.”

Stewart released him and the bed shifted, then Doug heard him pull open the bedside drawer. “Can I open my eyes? I want to look at you.”

Stewart sighed dramatically. “I suppose.”

Doug opened his eyes and watched Stewart climb naked onto the bed, condom and lube gripped in his left hand. He swung his leg over and rested on Doug’s thighs. Shaking his head, he smiled as he tore open the condom. “Fuck, look what’s tied to my bed.”

“No more teasing,” Doug said. “I’m too close.”

“So am I,” Stewart said. He rolled the condom onto Doug’s swollen cock, making him squirm. Filling his palm with lube, he coated the condom, then gave his hand another squirt and rubbed it along his own shaft as he raised himself up on his knees. Still lubing himself, he edged up the bed, hovering over Doug’s hips. “Ready?”

Doug laughed, then groaned. “You know I am, damn it.”

Stewart led Doug’s cock to his opening and slowly slid down onto him. “That better?” he whispered, rising up and gliding down again.

Doug’s hips lifted, his instinct to grab hold of Stewart’s hips and drive himself into him, but his wrists caught, reminding him his arms were tied.

Stewart chuckled softly as he rode him, his movements agonizingly slow. “You want me to untie you?”

Doug laughed. “No, I just forgot, I tried to grab you.”

Stewart leaned over, planting his palms on either side of Doug’s chest. “Don’t worry,” he said, kissing Doug, then drawing back. “I can make you come with no hands.” He thrust himself down hard to prove his point, Doug’s cock plunging into his tight heat.

“Oh, fuck.” Pleasure soared in a current through his groin as Stewart rode him harder, his wrists tugging at the restraints with each jerk of his body. The feel of the other man’s solid weight pounding down on him was more intense with the restraints, the knowledge that he couldn’t do anything but let Stewart get him off. “Fuck,” he said again as his stomach tightened, the fiery bliss of orgasm edging closer.

“You gonna come baby?” Stewart asked, sweating now, his hair falling in ringlets around his temples.

Doug lifted his hips to meet Stewart’s pounding rhythm. “Yeah.” He screwed his eyes shut, climax hovering close. “Oh, God, yes.”

“Can I come on your chest?” Stewart asked breathily as he lifted himself upright, his channel squeezing Doug like a vise as he slid down to the base.

“You can come wherever you want,” Doug said as orgasm crashed over him. “Ha! Oh shit...”

Doug howled, climax tearing through his loins as he feasted on the vision of Stewart jerking himself off while he rode him. Pulling against the restraints, his back arched as he shoved himself as deep into Stewart as he could get, pulsing waves of bliss shooting through his dick, flooding the condom with hot fluid.

Stewart’s eyes locked onto Doug’s, teeth clenched as he spilled his load, hot cum splashing onto Doug’s chest. “Ah—” Stewart’s head fell back as he stroked out the last of his juices, his thigh muscles quivering as he visibly struggled to maintain the up and down rhythm, squeezing Doug’s cock inside him. 

“Okay,” Doug said as his orgasm ebbed. “Okay slow down,” he panted.

Stewart’s head fell forward as his motion stopped. Releasing his cock, he fell on top of Doug, head landing on the pillow beside him. He breathed heavily in Doug’s ear. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I’ll untie you in a second. Can’t...move yet.”

Doug fell into giggles, his body jerking with them, the motion causing his softening cock to slip out of Stewart.

Eyes closed, Stewart smiled. “Bloody hell. I’m glad you came over today.” He opened his eyes and climbed off Doug, then moved up the bed and gently untied him.

Doug brought his hands down, flexing his wrists.

“You want some water?” Stewart asked, hopping off the bed onto the floor.

Doug sat up. “Sure, where’s the bathroom?”

“Right through there,” he said, pointing toward a hallway as he left the room. 

Doug walked naked to the bathroom and cleaned himself up. Resting his palms on the sink, he looked in the mirror at his messy crop of hair and flushed face. “Holy shit,” he whispered, smiling. He shook his head and left the bathroom, heading back into the bedroom where Stewart was setting a bottle of water down on the end table.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, slapping Doug’s ass as he walked by.

Doug pulled on his boxers while Stewart used the bathroom, then settled back in on the bed, propping pillows behind him. He took a long drink of water and wiped his mouth, then set it down. Sighing, he eased back, rubbing his wrists.

Stepping back into the room, Stewart grinned at him. “Who told you to get dressed?”

“I’d hardly call this dressed,” Doug said.

Stewart snatched his own boxers off the floor and pulled them on, then climbed in next to him. He slid down onto his side, propping his head on his palm.

“You’re all sweaty,” Doug said, reaching out and stroking his brow.

Stewart smiled. “Can you stay? For the night?”

Doug nodded. “If you want me to.”

“I want you to.”

“Okay. I have to work tomorrow, but I only live five minutes away so it’s not a big deal.”

Stewart snickered. “I know where you live.”

Rolling his eyes, Doug slid down beside Stewart, mirroring his position. “Did that all really just happen?”

Stewart’s lips pursed and he frowned. “You mean did I tie you up and fuck you blind?”

He grinned. “Yeah. You bottom like a top.”

Stewart laughed. “I thought you liked me on top.”

“I do. Immensely. But I meant the rest of it, too. My head is spinning.”

“I don’t know what the rest of it is,” Stewart said. “Unless you’re talking about the part where I said I was in love with you and you didn’t say it back.”

Doug laughed, heat stinging his cheeks. “You know I am.”

“Too tough to say it?”

“I’m not too tough,” Doug said, snickering.

Stewart trailed his fingers down Doug’s shoulder. “But you feel the same? Really?”

Doug nodded. “I do. But since you brought up me being
in love
with you...”

“Ah,” Stewart chuckled. “There it is.”

Doug grinned. “I guess I have to ask something.”

Stewart sat up, turning toward him, crossing his legs. He sighed. “I know what you’re gonna ask.”

“Do you?”

He nodded. “You want to know how this will work. If I want the same type of arrangement that I had with Corey.”

Doug nodded, but stayed silent.

“Remember I told you about the infatuation wearing off with Corey, and how I hoped it would lead to something deeper? But it didn’t.”

Doug nodded. “Yeah...” he said cautiously.

“I can’t predict what will happen with you and me. No one can. I don’t know if it will get deeper eventually, or if it will fade away. All I know is, with you, I’d like to find out.”

Doug pushed himself up and sat. “So just us, then.”

Stewart grinned. “Just us. No side dishes. I mean, if that’s what you want.”

“Is it what you want?”

“Yeah.” Stewart nodded. “It’s what I want.”

Doug smiled. “Oh. Okay.”

“So we’re agreed then?”

Doug nodded. “Agreed.”

“We’re done with all the mushy, awkward, defining our relationship stuff for now?”