Bondage (14 page)

Noah laughed. "I like mint tea! There's some black tea in the tin there. Leaves." He started to rummage in another drawer. "I have a ball somewhere..."

"Two, the last time I checked."

"Perv. Aha." He handed the tea ball to Phan. "So how come Sir can listen to jazz and drink herbal tea, but I'm froufrou? Huh? How is that fair?"

Phan gave him a hard look. "He's Sir. He could wear a freaking dress and still be... Sir. You, on the other hand, are cute. Hot, but cute. And only in that uniform can you be close to that sort of authority."

Noah snorted. "That's it, I'm changing my clothes." He winked and headed toward the bedroom.

"Naked cop?" Phan called after him. "Fine. I'll just stand here! Pick out a movie! Make tea! Be a good boy!"

"You do that. I admire your restraint!" Noah shouted from the bedroom. He tossed his clothing in a pile as he stripped off and found himself soft sweats and a T-shirt to pull on.

"I'm faking it!" Phan called back, his voice a little closer, but probably still in the living room. Probably.

"Watch the kettle!" Noah put on his decorative cock ring, as he did everyday after work, then tugged his sweats on and headed back toward the kitchen still pulling the T-shirt on over his head.

"It's not going anywhere. Seriously. It's attached to the wall." Phan's voice was fainter again, and Noah could hear him rattling something in the kitchen. "Does popcorn go with tea?"

"You're the expert on tea, remember? I'm froufrou," Noah said as he returned to the kitchen. "But I'd say popcorn goes with everything. Did you find a movie?"

"Oh, yeah. Um, over on the coffee table; your kettle is ready and I'll put the popcorn in. You get us past the piracy crap, yeah?" Phan moved to the microwave, waving a packet of popcorn. "Mint, indeed. And tea balls. Sheee."

"Kiss my ass." Noah headed for the living room and started the movie. "You know I still haven't gotten this remote fixed?" he called back toward the kitchen.

"You need a keeper. And I'm allowed to kiss your ass, you know, so don't tempt me." The microwave started up and Noah could hear Phan pouring the water. "How long does this mint stuff have to steep?'

"I like it dark; just bring it in and I'll let it sit for a while." Noah punched at the dead fast-forward button on the remote several more times in denial. Sadly, it still didn't work. "Fucking thing," he snorted, tossing it on the coffee table.

Phan brought the mug in and set it down and a plate for the tea bag. With a wink he picked up the remote and banged it on the table, then pressed the fast forward button. When nothing happened he shrugged and went back to the kitchen without saying a word. He took the remote with him.

"Ha!" Noah shouted after him. Man, that was a nice view walking away. "Think you're so smart, huh? Don't you think I've tried that?" He had. And he'd also tried throwing it against the wall again and taking it apart.

"Did you check the batteries?" Phan called as the popcorn started popping like mad.

"Do you have to take classes to be such a successful smart-ass?"

"You didn't, did you?"

Noah laughed. "Ooooh, touché! I'm wounded!"

"Oh, poor baby," Phan said, coming back with his tea and the bag of popcorn. "Want me to make you feel better? Ease the agony of your wound? Check the batteries, teach a class, nag you into getting a new remote?"

"You know the fire escape is not a comfortable place to sleep this time of year."

"Why on earth would you do that?" Phan asked, his face all innocence as he sat down practically in Noah's lap. "I say, stay in here with me. It's much more comfy."

Noah shook his head. "I am apparently extraordinarily naive to think that I can out-snark you." He curled an arm around Phan and tugged him even closer.

"You can do other things so well," Phan said in what Noah assumed was a comforting tone. "You save kittens. Keep the streets safe for smart-asses like me. You're a hero!" Phan beamed at Noah and licked his ear.

No, he wasn't a hero, but he did okay in his little corner of the world. "You're too much. Hand me the popcorn." Phan smelled good. In fact, he smelled like Noah's shampoo and Noah's aftershave. It was pretty fucking sexy on him, too. Noah bent his nose to Phan's jaw and inhaled. "Mmmm. I love that stuff."

"Yeah? Kinda figured you'd like it, what with it being in your shower and all. Oh, leave me a list of stuff to get tomorrow and I'll do errands. And can I just say how much I hate this no wanking rule? Nearly killed me in the shower today."

Yeah, well, Noah could fix that for him later. He'd love to fix that for him later. Come to think of it, he'd be more than happy to fix it for him right now. But that's not what he said. He said, "You know, Sir has done it to me so many times I'm used to it."

"Used to it?" Phan looked both startled and horrified. "I never ever got used to it. How'd you do that?"

"Not 'used to it' like 'okay with it.' 'Used to it' as in I expect it, I can manage." Usually. Not so well tonight, apparently.

"Christ, I wind up aching," Phan said seriously. "And the dreams! The dreams always get weird and intense. And Sir doesn't really make a distinction between whacking off and wet dreams."

He had dreams? "Tell me about your dreams," Noah purred. He suddenly had this need to know.

Phan blinked at him and then smiled slowly. "You mean in general? Or say, in the last three days?"

Noah snorted. "The raunchy ones, of course. The ones that make you come in your sleep."

"We're not going to watch this movie, are we?" Phan asked, wiggling a little.

"The off button is one of the ones that works." Noah grinned.

Phan grabbed the remote and turned off the DVD just as the previews were starting up. "Right, then. Drink your tea." He took a handful of popcorn and tossed a couple kernels at Noah, smiling broadly. "The weirdest one so far was Saturday night at the farm."

"Oh, Saturday was a good day." Noah's cock twitched as he remembered Saturday. A very, very good day. "You were dreaming while we were chained up and sleeping together?"

"Uh-huh. You were warm and there and you were all... content and happy. So sleeping wasn't an issue. But the dreams were wild -- in one you were a bird. That one wasn't sexy."

"Well? Get to the sexy ones already." Noah picked up his tea, pulled out the tea bag with his fingers, and dropped it on the plate Phan had provided him.

Phan grinned. "Had a dream that he caught you and me making out in the barn when we were supposed to be cleaning stalls. The horses weren't there, 'cause I'm not that insane, and we were rolling around in the hay, rubbing off on each other."

The picture formed in Noah's head. In full color. With sound. "Mmm. Nice."

"I thought so. So, you were on top of me, and we're kissing and moaning and rubbing off, and then you're, like... gone. And Sir's standing there, so pissed he's gone silent."

"Uh-oh. Did he have that look?"

"The one that means your ass is going to hurt inside and out for days? Oh, yeah." Phan shifted on the couch, tugging his jeans. "So, I'm lying there, you're sprawled off to the side, and he just undoes his pants. It's a dream, though, right? So he's way taller than normal, and his dick is huge, and I'm looking at you trying to figure out if he's going to hurt you or not."

"That sounds about right." Noah laughed softly and slid his hand up under Phan's shirt.

"So you begged," Phan said softly, sounding distracted. He licked his lips and blinked once. "You begged and turned around, ass in the air, and I watched him fuck you. My hands were tied and I couldn't do anything at all, just listen and watch."

"I love an audience. It's a kink." Noah's voice was much huskier than he'd meant it to be. "So... he fucked me? Is that it?"

Phan shook his head, his eyes dilating. "It shifted around. First the barn, then the house -- the club, my room at Bradford's... him fucking you, me kissing him and you. There was rain, and I was running, trying to get to him, and you found me. I think I actually almost came when we were climbing a tree." He grinned. "Told you it was weird. But yesterday morning? Before you both left for work I woke up thinking about the three of us going at it in one of the leather bars. Lots of noise, lots of people... and you with that swirly, spikey leather mask on, sucking my cock."

Noah slid his thumb over one of Phan's nipples. "I would love to suck you off in a leather bar." He would, in a heartbeat. The idea made his cock fill and he was sure Phan could feel it against his hip. He didn't care. "That mask is in the bedroom."

Phan arched. "We going there, or are you going to get it?" he asked, voice rough.

"Get up." Damn, without Tobias around, Noah was feeling awfully toppy for a sworn sub. Something about Phan just made him want to initiate things.

Phan scrambled up, tugging Noah to his feet as well. They didn't get much farther than that before Phan grabbed him, kissing him hard and shoving a hand between them to squeeze Noah's cock.

Noah moaned against his lips and pushed his cock into Phan's fingers as they moved awkwardly down the hall. They were bumping into everything along the way, and Noah didn't care. It was hot, it was mutual, and they had permission, and that was all he cared about. "Jesus, Phan."

Sex with Tobias was intense and heated. Even when they were rushed it was still about control. But with Phan, it was just getting off, in all its free-spirited, shameless glory, and Noah was loving every minute of it. He didn't even care if they ever made it to the bedroom. He dropped to his knees right there in the hall.

"Please--" Phan had his cock in his hand, already stroking himself. "Noah, please!"

Batting Phan's hand away, Noah opened his mouth and took Phan in. He angled to take Phan's cock straight down his throat and worked him that way several times in succession before pulling back and gripping the shaft with his fingers.

"God, don't stop!" Phan stared down at Noah, eyes wide and desperate.

Noah ignored him and pulled back to lick up his length, then ducked and bathed his balls with his tongue. His fingers slid down and pinched the base of Phan's cock hard enough to hold him off.

"Noah," Phan groaned. "You're teasing."

"And?" Noah asked, taking him into his mouth again. He made a point not to let his fingers falter for a moment.

"But why?" Phan sounded downright pitiful.

Noah pulled off his cock and stood. "Because I want to hear you beg," he said frankly, and kissed Phan hard.

Phan kissed back, pushing his tongue in deep and then retreating for a moment. Noah could feel him trying to push and shove them toward the other wall again, but the move more or less wound up as Phan rubbing against his leg. "Suck me, Noah," Phan whispered. "Want your mouth around me, need to come for you so bad..."

"How bad?" Noah asked, looking Phan in the eyes.

"So bad I'll get on my knees and beg if that's what you want. I'll rim you, suck you, do anything Sir lets us, make you come so hard your eyes cross." Phan started to slide down Noah's body, licking at his collar. "Please, Noah? Suck me, let me come in your mouth? Please?"

Noah put his hand on Phan's chest to stop him, pushing him back into the wall. "You can do all of those things... in a minute." He slipped to his knees again, put his lips around Phan's prick and let him go. His hands slid around to Phan's ass and gave his cheeks a squeeze.

Phan moaned, the sound loud in the hallway, and his hips twitched, the thrust shallow and more than likely instinctive. "God, yes," he said, one hand stroking through Noah's hair to curl at the base of his skull. "Let me? Christ, so hot. Want to fuck your mouth."

Noah swallowed him deep in response. It was such a turn-on to let Phan do exactly as he pleased -- Phan, the one that didn't want to ask for anything, the one that was always putting his needs after everyone else's.
That
Phan was asking for control this time, asking to take. He wanted this? He damn well could have it.

The sounds Phan made were more whimpers than cries, but they were constant and honest. Noah could feel Phan's legs shaking and then Phan was pushing deep, his hips rocking and snapping as he moved, fast and hard.

"Noah! Oh, shit, gonna come -- Oh, God!"

Phan's cock swelled in Noah's mouth and the taste of him grew stronger as Phan started to come, the hand on the back of Noah's head holding him tight as Phan pushed into his mouth, spunk filling his throat.

Noah swallowed over and over to keep from choking. Phan had been saving it up, on Tobias' order, and his orgasm seemed to go on and on. When Noah finally needed some air, he pushed Phan's hips back against the wall and held them there, pulling off Phan's dick to gulp down a few quick breaths, then spent more leisurely moments licking Phan clean and worshipping his body.

At last he stood slowly, his tongue working its way over Phan's abs to his chest, hands shoving Phan's shirt up until Noah's tongue could circle a nipple on his way to Phan's collar bone. He engaged his teeth along with his tongue on Phan's shoulders and finally took his mouth in a long, unhurried kiss.

Phan was pliant and malleable under Noah's hands, his breath coming in quick gasps and pants as they kissed. His tongue slid along Noah's own as if seeking every bit of his own flavor that he could find, and Phan's hands were skimming Noah's body, not stopping anywhere for long.

"God, that was good," Phan murmured into the kiss, his mouth sliding away to kiss and nibble on Noah's neck. "So fucking good." A hand finally wrapped itself around Noah's prick, gripping him lightly. "Let's go take care of this."

Noah hissed and pressed his forehead into Phan's neck. God, he ached. He'd been so focused on Phan, he hadn't realized how much until Phan touched him. But he felt it keenly now, all the way up his spine and into his belly. "Yes," he panted. "Need it, Phan."

"Got it." Phan buried his head in Noah's neck and inhaled. His hand was still loose on Noah's cock, like he was trying not to tease but just didn't want to let go. "Bed," he said, finally giving Noah a gentle push. "Lie down with me; less chance of falling. God, you're hard. Want me?"