His Master kept up the gentle attention until he relaxed, before climbing up and stretching out long beside him. Saul touched his chest again, fingers tracing the scar. “Good boy. Beautiful.”
“Master.” Tears prickled his eyes, hot and stinging, and he tried to blink them back.
Saul kissed his cheek. “You’re mine, boy. My gorgeous boy. My crazy-hot lover. Mine.”
“Yours. As long as you’ll keep me.” Troy turned his head, stole a kiss.
“Hmm.” Saul grinned and kissed him back, sliding a finger along his jaw. “As long as you want me.”
“Then we’re golden.” Troy inhaled, let the breath out, and allowed himself to melt. “Thank you, Master.”
“My pleasure.” His Master reached up and loosened the knot holding his cuffs to the headboard. “Move a little, I don’t want you getting stiff.”
“Yes, Sir.” He wiggled, flexed, rolled his shoulders. Oh, he needed a few sessions with a massage table, but he felt so damn good.
“I’m going to take these off. You keep your hands to yourself.” Saul grinned at him and started removing the cuffs.
No fair… “Are you sure, Sir? I could make you a happy man.”
“I know you can. But I want you to rest, and,” Saul laughed. “Your meds are going to fuck you up any minute.”
“I want to suck you, have you fuck my mouth. I dream about it at night now.” He smiled, remembering last night’s dream, the hard-on he’d woken up with.
“You—” Saul swallowed and shifted beside him. “Really shouldn’t… you’re naughty.”
“You can beat me later, Master. Please. I need to taste you. I need you.” He was willing to risk this.
Troy watched Saul try to hold back a moan and fail, miserably. “You’re trouble, boy.” Apparently, the kind of trouble worth getting into, because Saul’s hands were shaking as he opened his jeans.
“Yes, Master.” He wasn’t playing a game. He wanted to be taken, he wanted to bring Saul off, and he needed his Master to want him.
“Fuck.” Saul kicked the jeans away and settled on one elbow, holding out the other hand to draw him in. “Come on.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Troy took a kiss before he eased himself down, breathing deep with his nose against Saul’s skin.
“Mm. So fucking hard. Your fault.” Saul gripped the back of his head, managing to tug on his short curls.
“Yes, Sir.” He opened up, dragging his tongue along Saul’s slit before taking his lover in. He moaned, the sound muffled by that sweet prick.
“Oh, fuck.” His Master bent a knee, planting a foot flat on the bed, and that voice was rough. “Need you.”
He nodded, the action slipping Saul in deep. Yours. Yours, Master. Take me. Remind me I’m yours.
Saul gasped and froze, and for a moment he thought his Master was going to hold back, but that was followed by a long groan. “Boy.” The hand around his head held him tight as Saul’s hips rocked up off the bed, pulled back and shoved in deep again.
Troy opened, taking every inch, accepting his lover’s will with a happy groan.
Saul was trembling, and using the foot braced in the sheets to take what he needed, everything in that moment was about that heavy cock for both of them. Sir wasn’t going to last long. Troy grabbed Saul’s ass and dragged him in deeper, swallowing hard and demanding his Master’s spunk.
“Troy!” Saul curled up with a gasp and then fell heavily back to the mattress as he shot, ass going tight in his hands and hot liquid going down his throat.
Troy took it—every drop—then cleaned his Master’s cock with gentle, careful laps. Oh. Better.
He closed his eyes, relaxing against Saul’s belly.
“Love you, boy,” Saul said between deep breaths. “Needed you bad. Damn.”
“Love you, Sir. Thank you.” He stroked Saul’s thigh, breathing his Master in.
Saul pulled on him, guiding him up to take a kiss, smiling against his lips. “Docs don’t know everything.”
“No. Sometimes touch is more important than anything.” They had needed this, them, together.
“Yeah.” Saul nodded. “I get it, but I don’t like to see you like that. Angry. Maybe this week will be easier.”
“I hope so. I’m ready for a little inner peace.”
Sir’s fingers scritched through the short curls on his once-bald head. “How do you feel right now?”
“Loved. Taken. A little stoned.” Maybe a lot.
“Sounds pretty peaceful. Close your eyes and take advantage of it, boy.”
“Yes, Master.” He sighed and snuggled in, cocooning them in the comforter. He was ready to rest.
33
Troy still had some time before he was released from restrictions, and although they’d now shared numerous mutual blow jobs, it didn’t look to Saul like a little switch was going to flip at that six week mark that would suddenly allow the boy to go back to work.
Stamina was a thing, standing all day was a thing, and moving quickly? Yeah, that was still a thing.
Saul wasn’t sure what was in Troy’s mind. He’d carefully avoiding asking his boy about it because Troy’s mood seemed better recently—mostly—and he really didn’t want to rock the boat. But they were in Troy’s truck on the way to Geoff and Carter’s for their first Sunday gathering since Troy’s surgery, and he had a bad feeling it was going to come up.
He probably should have thought of that before now, huh? What was he going to say when there were five minutes out that wouldn’t ruin Troy’s reasonably decent mood?
Not a damn thing.
Shit.
“Turn here, right?”
“Turn here, left.” Troy winked at him, teasing gently.
“Smartass.” He turned left. “Okay, boy. Quick ground rules. I’d like to treat tonight kind of like a scene. I’d like to make an impression, if you’re agreeable.” He wanted to do more than make an impression. He wanted to claim his place with the Doms, prove he wasn’t just young, that he wasn’t green. He knew people liked him, that wasn’t an issue, he wanted to earn their respect.
Maybe that was petty, but Troy was smart and loyal, and he knew his boy could make him look damn good. And a little formality might help Troy stay in a comfortable headspace.
“Yes, Sir. What do you expect, or will you let me know as it comes up?” Troy stopped short, and that grin bloomed like the sun through the clouds. “Pun totally not intentional.”
He started giggling as they pulled into the driveway and he glanced at Troy, his own grin nearly as wide as he put the truck in park. “Really?”
“Swear to God and my next hard-on.”
“Whenever it comes up?” He giggled hard enough that he snorted, and that just made him laugh harder.
They leaned together, howling with it, both of them ridiculously tickled. He caught Troy’s face in his hands and kissed his boy. “It feels good to laugh. That smile looks good on you.” Maybe not the best timing, but he’d take it when he could get it.
“Thank you. It does. I’m looking forward to seeing everyone and saying thank you. Everyone helped so much.”