“You’re in a good mood. And you haven’t removed your eyeliner.”
Dane grins. “I love the way you look at me when I leave it on.”
I roll my eyes. “Seriously, Dane, it can’t be all that different from the way I look at you any other time.” I am hopelessly, pathetically, embarrassingly obvious.
He smiles and shakes his head. “Not true.”
I give him my best you’re-not-getting-to-me scowl. “What would you like to eat?”
“Changing the subject, okay fine. I’d like something light tonight, maybe a salad or an omelet?”
“Is there a diner you especially like?”
“Tick Tock’s good.”
“Lead the way.”
He takes my hand and we walk along, side-by-side, with our matched gait, as if we’ve been walking together for twenty years.
“So, Sean said he and Riley can come to the show this Wednesday.”
“That’s nice. I’m sure they’ll love it.”
“Yeah, and Matt hooked me up with tickets.”
“Yeah.” He falls silent. We wait at a red light. “I don’t really know how to ask you this without being awkward about it . . .”
Heart in throat, I look over at him. I know better than to try to guess what’s on his mind or rush him. But damn the blasted waiting!
“Did you want to see the show again? Because you know, you’re obviously welcome anytime, more than welcome, I mean, but I know you have a life and that’s just weird and now how would you ever say you don’t want to come?” The light changes; we walk. He shakes his head and mumbles under his breath.
I probably shouldn’t tell him I’d like nothing better than to watch him perform every damn night. That’s not real healthy for either of us. But I also don’t want to hurt the guy’s feelings.
He stops his muttering and head shaking long enough to look at me. “Yes?”
“You know I love watching you perform. Or swim. Or . . .” breathe. I feel the blush on my cheeks, and I’m grateful for the cover of the night sky and neon lighting. “Right?”
“Okay, good. Now, I’m not going to crowd you during the three hours a day you have to yourself. Plus, I occasionally have some things to get done without you being all adorable and distracting.”
His shy smile goes straight to my groin. Another light stops us at the next corner. Such is the city; such is our talk. Start, stop. Start, stop.
“Fine. Only one question remains.”
“What’s that, Master?”
“What am I gonna do with you when I get you and your eyes back to our room?”
I pull open the door to the diner, and he walks inside.
“I have no idea, but I’m sure it will be interesting.”
My boy is ripe for some good, old-fashioned edge play, and I spend the next ninety minutes taking care of just that. Bound to the four corners of the bed, spread-eagle on his back, Dane is totally at the mercy of my filthy words, my hands, my mouth, my cock, and my toys. I bring him to the edge over and over again, until he is ragged with exhaustion and need.
I had the boy’s lips wrapped around my cock not long after I got him naked and trussed up; I blame the eyeliner of doom. My release early in the game allows me to draw it out even longer for poor Dane. He is a trooper; I’ll give him that. When asked just before his peak if he wants to come, he denies himself repeatedly. My beautiful boy. I really believe he would’ve kept going for another hour if I hadn’t brought out the latex gloves.
His eyes go wide as I pull them on, snapping the tight, black second-skin around my wrists. “Oh, Dane, you didn’t tell me you were into latex. Have you just let another secret desire slip out?”
He licks his lips, poor fella, and his cock practically does a back handspring into my hand. I wrap my fingers around his shaft, letting him have the feel of the cool, sleek material against his skin. Dane groans and squirms. “I think I just found your kryptonite, Super Boy.” My other hand cups his balls, drawing an animalistic grunt that sends shockwaves to my cock. Spent or not, it’s awake now.
Squeezing a generous dollop of Astroglide into my palm, I bathe the length of his shaft and balls. Dane goes nuts in my hands. I hadn’t anticipated this enthusiastic a response. When he likes something, he really likes something! What a joy to discover each new turn-on and watch while he loses every inhibition.
I pull away, and he protests with an angry growl, his hips lifting off the bed toward hands that won’t accommodate him. “Easy, boy. I’m coming back. Catch your breath for me. That’s it; just breathe.”
As Dane watches with desperate eyes, I squeeze out more lube onto my right index finger, making it damn obvious where it’s about to go. His abdomen rises and falls in rocky hitches like a dirt bike on a motocross track.
“You’re going to love this, Dane. I am going to finger you until you beg me to let you come. And when you do, I’m going to take this hand,” I say, raising my open, slicked-up left hand and waving my fingers at him, “and I’m going to jerk you off until you give me every last drop inside of you.”
In the still of our hotel room, Dane’s needy whimper echoes off the walls. It’s a heartbreakingly beautiful sound, to know he wants this so much and to know I can deliver it for him.
Poised between his thighs, I press the tip of my finger inside him as promised. He hisses and moans, offering little resistance.
“That’s beautiful, Dane. You’re so beautiful when you let me in.
“What is it, Dane? What do you want?”
“More, please, mmmm, more!”
I add my middle finger, rolling my wrist and pumping him until he’s dizzy and lost, meeting my fingers and working his hips for more friction, more depth.
“Ohgod, Master, I’m close, so close.”
“Close your eyes, Dane.”
He’s blinded when my hand comes down on him, and the result is immediate. He goes stiff as a steel pole. Hot streams shoot out while he fucks my fingers. His hips barely slow down even after he’s emptied, ghosting thrusts against my hands above and inside him. Every muscle in his body is tensed; for one terrifying moment, he looks like he could break free of the ropes holding him down.
I bring him back with soft caresses, but he can’t calm down while the latex is touching him, so I peel off the gloves and press my hands to his skin. “You were amazing, Dane. So free and open. Such a beautiful boy.” I murmur soothing words as I work the bindings off him, checking his muscles for leftover tension or strains. “Does anything hurt?”
Dane giggles. “I feel like I’m made of rubber.”
I smile down at his giddiness. My heart. He’s so free and easy this way, so utterly relaxed and trusting. If I could keep him in a post-orgasmic state all the time, I’d be a very happy Master.
When I’ve liberated him from all the bonds, I lie down beside him and pull his body into my side. Holding him against me, I caress him with light strokes down his arms, across his shoulders, along his scalp.
“I don’t remember reading about a latex fetish on your checklist, Dane.”
“Yeah, that was a bit of a surprise for me, too.”
His eyes are closed, and his voice still has that half-asleep rasp to it. His lips can hardly be bothered to form words. This is no time to delve further into whatever adventures in latex Dane did or did not have with a previous dom. My hands find themselves in his hair as I pull his head to my chest. He hums and sighs and burrows deeper into my body.
Mine, mine, mine!
“Are you up for a little reading, or would you rather just go to sleep?”
“Mmm, I don’t think I can open my eyes, but I’m happy to listen.”
“I wasn’t going to make you read tonight, Dane.” I drop a kiss on his head as I reach for the new book on the nightstand.
“Can you describe the pictures to me, Master?”
I fix the lights and the sheets and I tuck Dane into my chest again. “No pictures.”
“What? Why?” He opens his eyes with a squint. “What’s this?”
“This is what we’re reading now.”
“What happened to Huck Finn?”
“That was a poor choice on my part.”
Dane pushes away so he can look me in the eye. “I’m sorry, did I ruin it for you?”
“No, Dane. It just wasn’t what I wanted us to be reading together, so I abandoned it for something else. I do it all the time. Life is too short to read something that makes you unhappy.”
“Okay,” he says uncertainly. “So, what is this new book?”
“The 500 Greatest Poems of Our Time. Only a slightly pretentious title,” I chuckle.
“Do you have something against poetry?”
“No, not at all. I’m just surprised.”
I rub my thumb along his cheek and smile. “I guess we’re both full of surprises, huh?”
He gives me that sleepy smile again. “So, how does this work? We read in order?”
“Nope. You pick what you want to read when it’s your turn.”
“Okay, that’s cool. I might need a little time to look things over. Is that okay?”
“Sure, Dane. You can take it with you to work if you want.”
“I know which one I’d start with, if it’s in there.”
“Oh yeah? What?”
“Do I have to tell?”
My lips curl into a smile. “No, but you’re screwed if I read it first.”
Dane shakes his head. “What are the chances? There are five hundred poems.”
“Okay, fine. Be stubborn.”
Dane sighs loudly enough to make his point.
“Would you simmer down, please? I’m about to read.”
He cracks a grin. “Sorry, Master.” Dane finds that spot where his body fits into mine without effort or strain, and closes his eyes. “Ready.”
I open the book to the page where the new Top Shelf bookmark sits, smiling at my memory of Marie. Maybe I’ll tell Dane about her tomorrow, but right now, he’s not exactly in conversation mode.
I’m carefully monitoring his expression when I divulge the author. “I chose a poem by Robert Frost.”
I jigger my thumb next to his ear. “I said, ‘Robert Frost.’”
Dane smiles, eyes closed. “I heard you, Master.”
“You’re killing me, Dane.”
He chuckles into my chest. “He’s not my pick.”
“Good, because this is my favorite poem, and it would’ve spoiled it for me if I’d spoiled it for you.”
“Now you’re trying to confuse me.” He chuckles again.
“God, you’re ridiculous. Okay, shush. I’m reading.
'Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”
I’m lost in Frost’s yellow wood, and maybe that’s why Dane’s soft singing at the end of the poem creeps up on me, or maybe it’s because I thought surely he’d fall asleep while I was reading. But in large part, it’s just what is this incredible sound?
“Are you singing the poem?”
“Hmm? Oh, sorry. I didn’t even realize I was doing that.”
“Are you making up the tune as you go along?”
“No, Master. We sang it in four-part harmony in boys’ chorus in high school. I find myself singing it sometimes when I have a difficult decision to make. I guess I find it comforting.”
I could weep with gratitude for Robert Frost, offering Dane some measure of comfort when life’s decisions were more than he could handle. “That’s beautiful, Dane. Maybe we could find it sometime and listen to it together.”
He opens his eyes and smiles. “I’m pretty sure I can find it. It’s on my phone.”
“Are you being a wise ass, Dane?”
“No, Master. I am being a tired ass. Please excuse my lapse. What time is it, anyway?”
I stretch to set the book down on the nightstand and catch the digital display before turning out the light. “It’s 12:06.”
He spins in my arms, and even in the dark I just created, he finds my lips with his. “Happy birthday, Master.”
Add Tick Tock to the OUAD/KEA/RM tour of NYC! One of my readers found and posted a picture of Ben Ash deli yesterday in the Patch. How fun!
The beautiful Randall Thompson arrangement of Robert Frost's "The Road Not Taken" can be found here. The end gives me chills. I had the great privilege of accompanying the men's chorus in high school, and I never forgot the beauty of this piece. I love imagining Dane's voice among these. You have a road not taken?
MASTER'S BIRTHDAY! Squeeeeeeeee! :D See you soon-ish. xoxo