Another way (18 page)

He kissed me deeply, his hand holding my lower back firmly, and I let myself get lost for long minutes in the taste and smell of this man. The feel of him. The heart of him.

“You know when you subbed for Laura?” I asked him, settling back into the couch with Will tucked under my arm.

“I never subbed for Laura,” he said.

“What? Wait. I’m confused.”

“I trained with Laura, she mentored me, and she taught me how to be a Dominant, but I was never her sub.” His hand gently stroked my side as he talked.

“Were you ever anyone’s sub?” I somehow knew the answer before I asked the question.

“No.”

“Why?”

Will shrugged. “Contrary to popular opinion, you don’t need to be a submissive in order to be a good Dominant.”

“I don’t think that,” I protested.

“No, but a lot do,” he said lightly. “There isn’t one tiny little submissive bone in my entire body. If I were to sub for someone, I’d be going against all of my instincts. I learned by watching one of the most respected women in our community and letting her show me how to be the best that I can possibly be for you. I didn’t need to kneel for her to learn that.”

“How did you get into all of this?” I asked.

“You’ll laugh at me,” he said petulantly.

“I won’t,” I promised with no intention of keeping it.

“Porn,” he muttered.

There was about three seconds of silence before I laughed. “Seriously?”

“Yes, and I hate you.”

“How much porn? Can I watch it too?”

“A lot of porn, a lot of leather, and yes. Second drawer down in the closet.”

“You keep your gay porn in the closet.” I snorted.

“Still hate you.”

I wriggled down on the couch until we were both laid out facing each other. My feet hung off the end, but Will’s strong arm, anchored around my waist, stopped me from rolling off altogether. I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp. Will hummed and leaned in to kiss me gently.

His tongue swept over my lips and I felt arousal settling deep in my belly; his kiss and his hands and the feeling of being protected by him was a heady combination. We had the security of nowhere to go, nothing to do except be with each other, and hours of time stretched in front of us to do exactly as we pleased.

Will’s lips moved a path over my throat and he lapped against my pulse point, making me shudder.

“I don’t suppose you keep condoms and lube in here, do you?” he asked.

“No. Sorry.”

“Fuck. Okay, wait here.” Will clambered off me awkwardly, and I smirked at his lack of coordination as he practically tripped over his feet rushing out of the room.

“Don’t you just want me to come to bed?” I asked.

“No, stay here,” he said with a wink. I decided to follow his instructions and let him rush out of the door.

To tease him and please myself, I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled out my cock, stroking it enough to get it fully hard but playing with myself more than anything else. I wanted to make a picture for him when he got back—fully dressed and openly masturbating.

I got the reaction I wanted as he skidded to a halt when he ran through the door, his arms so full of stuff that he dropped the bottle of lube on the floor with a loud “clunk.”

“Holy fuck, that looks hot,” he mumbled.

I smirked at him and rotated my hand over the head of my cock.

“What have you got there, big boy?” I asked him in my “bedroom voice.”

He laughed and held up a DVD case. “Porn,” he said with a wink.

Nodding in approval, I gestured to the TV. “Be my guest.”

It was quite funny watching Will try to set up the DVD—he kept stealing glances at me over his shoulder and surreptitiously rubbing at his groin. A haunting sort of music started and the screen flashed with a red logo and the words “
Bound Gods
”; I snorted with laughter and gestured for Will to come closer.

“And you get off to this?” I teased him.

“Fuck off,” he said emphatically. “See if you’re still laughing in ten minutes.”

He crossed his arms over his chest and pulled his T-shirt off in a smooth motion, throwing it on the floor and pulling off his socks before crawling up my body, stopping to move my hand and licking a long line from base to tip. I wanted to watch him, honestly I did, but I was distracted by images of a dark room, clad in stone, and a hairless blond boy tied up in dark leather cuffs.

It was Will’s turn to smirk as he kissed up my chest, his head burying further and further under my T-shirt until I gave up and took it off, revealing a pair of swollen red lips.

“Hi,” I whispered as a loud cry of pain came through the surround sound, drawing my attention back to the TV.

I ignored his muffled laughter, and even though I’d seen my fair share of porn in my youth, I had to admit that this was in a whole different league. It was dark and sexy and well,
gay
porn, which was something I didn’t have a whole lot of experience with. I wanted to see more though. A lot, lot more.

Without my noticing, Will had gotten back down to face level with my cock, and in a move that shocked and thrilled me, he swallowed it in one long stroke.

“Fucking hell!”

I got the impression he would have laughed, were it not for having my dick filling his mouth.

What followed was undoubtedly one of the best moments of my sexual life. I watched as a large, muscled Dom whipped the smaller sub with a long leather flogger, turning his whole body softly pink. In the moments where my attention had been distracted, he’d been accessorized with a leather blindfold and red ball gag, and he was tied up in a spread-eagled X shape so his Dom could walk around him with the flogger, paying attention to his whole body. While all of this was happening, lovely things were going on around my lower body as Will licked, sucked, and nibbled all of the most sensitive spots on my cock and balls.

He wouldn’t let me repay the favor, holding me down as a wet, skilled finger started to gently probe my entrance, preparing me for his cock. I wanted him to fuck me; the naughtiness of watching porn in the daytime and being fucked on a leather sofa was appealing, to say the least. Will took his time working the lube into me, longer than he usually would, and I got the impression he was drawing it out for our mutual benefit.

I was moaning and whimpering as he stood and stripped off his jeans. Will made a big show of rolling the condom down his cock and covering it with lube, raising an eyebrow at me as he gave it a few experimental strokes.

As he knelt between my legs, I dropped one to the floor for extra leverage and lifted the other to rest on his shoulder. Will looked pointedly at the TV; the sub was now being fucked with an absolutely fucking huge black dildo; at least he seemed to be enjoying it. But he did have a thick ring circling the base of his cock.

Will pushed into me with teasing indulgence, slower than I needed, more intense than I wanted—he was trying to make me come. I reached up and pulled his head down to mine for wet, sloppy kisses that teased us both and made him make noises like the boy in the film. I clenched around him, determined to make him lose control.

We were both laughing breathlessly, stealing glances at the TV as his cock rocked inside me at a powerful pace, driving me to make noises that only blended with those of the beautiful sub on the screen.

I loved that we could be fun and silly with each other, messy and noisy and watching BSDM-flavored porn while we made love. From experience, I knew that this kind of connection was rare, and special, and I cherished it even as I selfishly chased my own orgasm.

Will bent my body in half as he leaned forward on his arms and drove me harder, faster; our thighs slapping together as his cock pounded into my ass, stretching and filling me over and over until I bowed back, arching underneath him and coming so hard I swear I felt my come hit my chin. I wasn’t paying close enough attention to know exactly when Will started to come, too, but he made enough fucking noise to draw attention to the fact soon enough.

He collapsed onto my chest, forcing the air out of me with a loud grunt, and I punched him in the shoulder for his efforts, and then kissed his cheek. He wriggled his softening cock out of me, and I held on to him as he pulled the condom off and flung it on the floor. I smacked him for that too.

I
T
WAS
early evening by the time we left the protective sanctuary of each other’s arms, and then our only reasoning for it was because we were hungry. I didn’t want to wait for take-out to be delivered when we had plenty of food in the house, so I pulled some stuff out of the fridge and set to work. Will started frying the chicken, and I started chopping vegetables. He was shaking his ass in time to the music, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

My phone rang and Will turned the music down so I could answer it.

“Hello?” I sang.

“Jesse Nathanial Ross, just when did you plan on telling me?”

“Hello, Mother,” I said, although my voice had developed a distinct tone of depression. Will snorted with laughter. I leaned back against the counter and kicked one leg over the other. This could be a long conversation.

“Don’t you use that voice with me. I’ve just this minute gotten off the phone with your sister. She’s been speaking to Lila Pierce who told Jennifer that Adele has moved out of your apartment and in with some
chef
, and that you’re living with a man who’s a known homosexual.”

“Don’t be bigoted, Mama.”

“Bigotry has nothing to do with it. A chef! I’ve never heard of such a thing.”

“It’s someone who cooks your food when you go to a restaurant.”

“I don’t know why you do this to me. You know I have a nervous disposition. Letting me find out all of the details through that awful Pierce girl.”

Will had turned off the burner on the stove and came over to where I’d taken to pacing the kitchen. He grabbed me around the waist and pushed his hands up under my T-shirt so they rested on my bare stomach, and put his head down on my shoulder.

“I don’t know what to say, Mama. You’re as healthy as an ox, and every doctor you see tells you the same thing. Are you more concerned about Adele and I breaking up, Adele living with a chef, me living with a homosexual, or the fact that you found out from Lila Pierce? What’s wrong with Lila, anyway?”

“Horrible common girl,” she sniffed. Will hid his face in my neck, and I could tell that he could hear her, and that he was smiling.

“I’m sorry,” I said in my most apologetic voice. “I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you myself. It’s been a difficult few months for me.”

“Months?” she shrieked. “This has been going on for months?”

I winced. “Yes.”

“Are you in trouble, Jesse? You know you can come home whenever you want.”

“I don’t need to come home, Mama. I have a home.”

“This is a permanent arrangement then? You living with this, this
man
?”

“Yes, Mama,” I said carefully. “His name is Will.”

“Jesse, are you gay?”

I stiffened under his touch. “I was with Adele for over five years.”

“Then why did you break up? And that wasn’t an answer to my question.”

“Adele and I just grew apart. It just didn’t work between us. There wasn’t anything sordid about it.”

“Come home, Jesse,” my mother demanded.

“I am home,” I insisted. “I’m a twenty-four-year-old man and I can make these sorts of decisions for myself.”

“First, carrying on with a married woman, then this,” she huffed. “I don’t know what I did wrong when I was raising you.”

“I’m not having this conversation with you again, Mama,” I said sharply. “I’ve told you before that I was not ‘carrying on’ with Laura. She’s a good friend to me. She took care of me when I was left here alone.”

It was a dig, one that we both recognized, that my family had moved back down South and left me in Seattle on my own.

“Took advantage of you is more like it,” she said.

I took a deep breath. Yelling at my mother would only make more problems for me in the long run.

“I don’t know what more I can do other than apologize. I’m happy, Mama. Things are finally working out for me. I’m going back to college, you know, I’m going to make something of myself.”

“Oh, Jesse,” she sighed.

“I’ll be back for Thanksgiving.”

“Bring this man back with you, you hear me?”

“He’ll come if he can,” I promised. Will kissed my shoulder and nodded.

“Call me soon,” Mother threatened.

“I will,” I said solemnly. “Bye, Mama.”

She hung up before I could say anything else. I dumped the phone on the counter and turned in Will’s arms, burying my head in his shoulder.

“Oh, baby,” he said, kissing my hair.

“So, yeah, that’s my mom,” I muttered.

Will tilted my chin up and laid his lips on mine in the sweetest, most beautiful kiss. I sank into his arms and let him hold me close and, yes, love me.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Will said quietly.

“What do you mean?”

“People aren’t the most welcoming when they find out you’re living with me.”

“I can handle it. You probably need to know now though—I’ll never be able to come out to my parents.”

“Really?” he asked, rubbing my sides gently.

“Yeah.” I sighed heavily. “Oh, shit, it’s complicated. They would never, ever accept that you’re my boyfriend or partner or whatever. I’d be disowned.”

“But your mother just invited me to Thanksgiving.”

“Yeah, I know. That’s just the way she is. I’m already the black sheep of the family because I still live here. Now, I’ll just be the black sheep who lives with a man.”

“Doesn’t that bother you?”

“No, not really,” I admitted. “I’ve thought about it, and I think I’ll probably just become that taboo subject that no one likes to talk about. Like my sister’s abortion when she was fifteen, and my uncle’s Thai bride, and the fact that my dad is my mama’s second husband.”

“Your family is crazy.” Will laughed and kissed my head.

“I know. I’m sorry. I should have mentioned it before.”