Bows & Ties by Rin Sparrow
When Nate plans a Christmas surprise for his boyfriend, he ends up getting an unpleasant surprise of his own - and the night has more twists ahead.
Chapter 1: Expect the Unexpected
Nate fluffed the pillows on the bed and surveyed the scene he’d created. The normally plain ivory comforter was scattered with blood-red rose petals, and softly scented candles burned around the perimeter of the bedroom. It was a tad cliché perhaps, but Nate wanted the scene to be a little tongue-in-cheek. After all, if you were going to present yourself as your lover’s Christmas ‘gift,’ it was best to have a sense of humor about it.
Well, technically the pretty pale-haired brunette had gotten his boyfriend a sweet little buttplug for his official present, but considering Robert would probably end up using it on him, Nate might as well say he was the present from the beginning.
Looking in the mirror, the young man straightened the scarlet bow about his neck and grinned. It was all he was wearing. He couldn’t help but picture Robert’s face when he came back home to find him sprawled naked across his bed. It was definitely one of Nate’s better ideas. They hadn’t been able to spend Christmas day together since Nate had been staying at his parent’s for the holidays. However, he left a day early so he could surprise Rob, hoping they could make up for lost time. Besides, as an adult, Nate preferred New Year’s to Christmas, anyway, and was looking forward to the craziness of Rob’s annual bash.
The two of them had met the year before at that very party, though they had only officially started dating a month ago. Nate had worn angel wings that night and after midnight (and almost an entire bottle of champagne) he’d decided to do a strip tease. He adored how shocked some of the other guests had been. Not that the strip show itself had been that unusual (everyone at the party was there because they knew Rob’s gala had a reputation for debauchery), but Nate looked the least likely to perform such a salacious display. His whole life, people had assumed that just because he was pale and petite and doe-eyed that he must be hopelessly innocent—and Nate had endless fun proving them wrong. There was quite a devil hiding beneath his angelic looks.
And that was especially true in the bedroom. Others were constantly surprised by how aggressive he was in general, but when it came to intimacy, Nate was definitely the master and commander. Although he looked like he had been made to be a submissive, Nate considered himself the dom. He had a knack for picking out the largest, toughest looking guys and rendering them helpless in the bedroom. He knew most people would be amazed that so many men who touted themselves as these big, muscular, masculine men actually loved to be tied down and forced to submit. Sometimes it took them a while to even admit it to themselves, but Nate always had his way. They might come to bed with the idea that Nate was going to be the sweet, naïve little bottom, but he always had them begging for him in no time at all.
It didn’t mean Nate wasn’t still technically the bottom most of the time. He enjoyed being taken—he just liked being in charge too. Unlike a lot of people, he didn’t see the two as mutually exclusive. Of course, there were times he wished it weren’t so easy—as the easier it was to tame his partners, the faster he became bored with them. Things were always the best in the beginning, when he could still see the surprise in the other man’s eye when he straddled him, desperately begging Nate to slide himself onto his stiff cock. But after a while, they grew too demanding, and it simply became too much work.
For now, however, Rob was still interesting enough, and Nate was looking forward to the evening ahead. Yet in the back of his mind, he wondered if he would ever find someone who could really challenge him.
Suddenly, Nate heard the sound of the front door downstairs being unlocked. Giggling to himself, he hopped up on the bed and rolled onto his belly. Resting his elbows on the soft down comforter, he brought his hands up to rest his chin on them and wait. In his mind he imagined just how he must look: naked among strewn rose petals, his pert little butt rising from the curve of his back invitingly. He’d be surprised if Rob didn’t shoot his load the moment he saw him.
Yes, it was all pretty much perfect…except for the part when Robert the Moron walked into the bedroom with someone else in tow. If Rob had brought a friend or co-worker over and they had accidentally stumbled upon him, Nate might’ve been chagrined, but he would’ve gotten over it. He wasn’t that modest. But it was an entirely different matter when your boyfriend walked into the room pulling some hot number along by the hand, with both their belts already undone.
The men stopped in their tracks when they saw Nate on the bed. Robert gaped and started sputtering useless excuses, and the man with him promptly flushed red, his mouth hanging open like a simpleton.
Nate lay there for a moment, his pale blue eyes turning icy. “Welcome home, honey,” he said in an equally arctic tone.
“Look, Nate, I—”
But Nate hopped off the bed then, stomping up to Rob while completely ignoring his lack of clothing.
“I don’t want to hear it!” Nate shouted.
Rob, though twice his size and intimidatingly muscled, backed up, nearly knocking over the man behind him. “Nate, I’m sorry! I was weak… This guy—” he said, pointing to the dark-haired man behind him who looked like he wanted to dissolve into the floor in embarrassment, “He’s nobody! I just met him and… I dunno, I guess I just missed you and got needy.”
“Oh, save it!” Nate snapped back, gathering up his clothes and shoving past the larger man. “This is why I avoided getting involved with you for so long! I knew you were the kinda guy who only thought with his dick!”
“Don’t say that, Nate! We’ve had fun, haven’t we? This was just a—”
“—momentary lapse in judgment?” Nate finished, still seething.
“Yes!” Rob said plaintively. He actually seemed relieved that Nate had supplied his excuse, not realizing how bad it sounded.
“I’ll show you a ‘lapse in judgment’!” Nate spat. And with that he amazed the stranger looking on by slugging Rob in the stomach. The bear of a man gave an ‘oof!’ but the punch, though well-aimed, was rather ineffectual against his mass of muscle.
Nate didn’t care. He’d made his point. Now he just wanted to get the hell out of the place as fast as possible. In his rush, he didn’t even bother to dress, just threw his overcoat on and stuffed his clothes into the duffel he’d brought with him. He snatched his shoes up just as Robert came down the stairs. Nate opened the door with every intention of stomping out in his barefeet, but cursed when he realized it was December. There was a foot of snow outside and Nate remembered he had taken the city metro to get there. The damn train probably wasn’t even running now that there was so much snow. Fuck.
“Please, Nate. Shut the door and let’s talk this out.”
“God damn snow,” Nate muttered as he bent over to try and get his shoes on as fast as possible.
He really should just go back, get dressed, and handle things, but Nate had a temper that, once sparked, triggered an inferno that raged out of control. It wasn’t that he was even that hurt by the huge dumbass; Rob was entertaining, but Nate didn’t have any delusions about their relationship. He knew it probably wouldn’t go anywhere, but he thought they’d at least been having a good enough time that the bastard wouldn’t go cruising for someone else the instant he went out of town!
“Nate, you can’t go out in the cold in nothing but an overcoat,” Rob insisted. “You’ll freeze!”
“Then I’ll freeze!”
“Be reasonable. Get dressed and let me drive you home.”
Staring daggers, Nate told him, “I would rather walk barefoot across glass than get into a car with you!”
“I could drive you,” said a quiet voice from behind them. Rob’s ‘date’ was standing there with a look on his face that said he was hoping for any excuse to get out of the house just as fast as him.
Nate was silent for a moment, trying to decide which option was the least hellish.
“Fine. Let’s get the hell out of here,” Nate said, holding the door open.
“You’ve got to be kidding!” Rob ranted. “You’d let a stranger take you home rather than me?”
“Sure looks that way. Besides, you chose a stranger over me, didn’t you?”
He shut the door on his now ex-lover and followed the black-haired stranger to his car. It probably wasn’t the best move, but if he had to look at Rob’s face for a moment longer he was going to punch him again and he didn’t relish hailing a cab in his disheveled state.
The second he and the other man were in the car, however, Nate warned the man, “Don’t say anything. Just drive to the corner of Maplewood and Heights. And if you touch me or try anything, you lose a limb.”
The other man just nodded. He still looked dazed and red with embarrassment. Nate thought absentmindedly that the stranger looked far more like the one who’d gotten caught with his pants down. It almost made Nate curious enough to ask what the hell his story was, but he held back, remembering that this was the turd that Rob had been planning to cheat on him with. And, now that he knew Rob was a liar, he wasn’t sure if he could believe that this man was even a stranger. Maybe he’d just said that to cover his ass.
“I’m sorry,” the other man said after they had been riding in silence for several minutes. “I-I didn’t know he was seeing anyone. My name is Glen, by the way. I don’t usually go home with guys like that, I—”
“I thought I told you not to say anything.”
“I know I just—”
“Please, shut up,” Nate said curtly. The last thing he needed was this guy trying to make him feel better about almost being cheated on. Especially when he could see exactly why Rob had been tempted. Glen was gorgeous: tall, but not too tall; toned, but not bulky; and the most intense pair of cool grey eyes that looked all the more remarkable in combination with his pale skin and jet-black hair. If Nate had met him under different circumstances he probably would’ve fantasized about licking whip cream off of his luscious, pale body. But as it was, Nate was irritated even more that he found him attractive.
After what felt like several hours—but was probably closer to fifteen minutes—Nate saw the familiar sights of his neighborhood.
“Right here is fine,” he said.
The car rolled to a stop and Nate muttered a brief ‘thanks’ before stepping out of the car.
“Wait—” Glen sputtered.
“What?” Nate asked, annoyed. “It’s freezing!”
The black-haired man looked like something was on the tip of his tongue, but he shook his head. “Never mind.”
He sounded defeated. Nate didn’t have much time to wonder about it, however. The wind whipped around him and right up his overcoat. Damn it was cold! Without another word he slammed the door shut, racing toward his apartment and the warmth that awaited him inside.
Two days later, Nate was still sulking. He’d ignored Rob’s calls for a while, then finally picked up to tell the man, in no uncertain terms, to never bother contacting him again. Their relationship had been fun, but Nate didn’t stand being cheated on--ever. His biggest disappointment was that now he had no plans for New Year’s and no date.
To perk himself up, he went out that evening to his favorite coffee house. It was quaint and comfy without being pretentious, and Nate frequented it often during the cold winter months. His tiny apartment, although warm, gave him cabin fever. The coffee house was a nice home-away-from-home where he could get some sketches done and still indulge in a hot spiced latte.
He stepped up to the counter and placed his order when a familiar sight caught his eye. One of the workers in the back bakery room happened to have a very cute ass. The man had only shown up in the last couple weeks—holiday help most likely. The coffee house’s cinnamon buns, pumpkin bread, and other baked goods were even more in demand around this time of year. The employees wore black pants and every so often Nate saw the enticing behind dusted with white flour while the man worked making the various sweet breads.
Nate hadn’t gotten a glimpse of the man’s face yet, but if that fine backside was anything to go by, he had to be stunning. When one of the baristas behind the counter accidentally dropped a cup and shattered it, the noise made everyone turn their head, and Nate finally got a look at the mystery man’s face. He gasped.
“Umm, can you bring the latte to my table please?” he asked quickly, leaving his money on the counter. As quick as he could, Nate turned and fled to his usual seat in the corner. He just hoped the man hadn’t noticed him.
Shit. Of all the dumb luck! He really liked this place and didn’t want to start avoiding it. But he felt humiliated whenever he recalled the scene in Rob’s house and he didn’t relish seeing Glen at the one place he went to in order to relax and forget about the complications of life. Maybe Glen was only temporary help, though; that would certainly make things easier. With the way Nate’s luck had been going lately, however, he doubted it.
“Your latte…sir,” said a hesitant voice.
Nate didn’t even have to look up. He knew that voice. With a sigh, he lifted his head.
“Small world, huh?” he said, trying to keep his voice light and hoping his discomfort didn’t show.
Glen’s smile in return was warm, but uncertain. Setting Nate’s mug down, he asked, “Do you mind if I sit down? I have a break right now and I really wanted to talk to you. I was hoping you’d come in soon, like you usually do.”
“Y-you mean, you recognized me before?” Nate didn’t know why it should embarrass him so much, but it did. Had Glen somehow noticed him ogling him when he’d visited before, too?
“I had seen you before, sitting here by yourself. I didn’t realize it was you that night—not right away, anyway. I mean you were…naked and everything, so that kind of threw me off. But while I was driving you home, I finally placed you. I almost said something, but then it seemed like an odd thing to bring up. I really was hoping to see you again. I wanted to explain myself after everything that happened.”
“Look, I was a little…upset when Rob came home and I know I was probably rude to you.”
“It’s all right. I’m really sorry that I caused so much trouble. I can just imagine how awful it must’ve been. I’m really not the type of guy that usually just goes home with strangers.”
Glen looked very contrite and Nate shook his head.
“You’re not the one that should be apologizing. Rob should be doing that—not that it would really make a difference. One strike and you’re out with me, when it comes to cheating.”
“I don’t blame you,” Glen said. “I can’t believe that anyone would ever cheat on you.” He paused and when he spoke again his voice was softer. “When I saw you on that bed, I thought how lucky that Rob guy was to have you—and how stupid he was for not appreciating what he had.”
“Thanks,” Nate said with genuine smile.
He sipped his drink and wondered why this whole conversation wasn’t as awkward as hell. It was rather easy to talk to Glen actually, especially now that Nate was dressed and not boiling with anger. He still couldn’t believe that he’d not only run into Glen, but that he’d been staring at the man’s ass on a weekly basis without knowing it. The world just loved to throw him curveballs, but at least it kept him from being bored.
“My break’s almost over,” Glen said, glancing at his watch. “Look, I know we didn’t meet under the uhh…best of circumstances, but I’m glad we could talk.” He paused, fidgeting before saying, “My shift is over in about an hour. I don’t suppose you would care to hang around until then and maybe go out for a drink afterwards?”
“Uh…sure.” The offer was so unexpected it threw Nate and he answered without thinking.
“Good. I’ll see you later then.”
“Yeah,” Nate muttered, still wondering how he had just accepted an invitation to go out with the man who his boyfriend--ex boyfriend—had been about to cheat on him with just days before. Yet there was something about Glen that Nate was drawn to. He seemed like just another soft-spoken ‘nice guy,’ but he had to have some balls to ask him out after the way they had met!
Usually Nate could read people so easily, but something about Glen eluded him. He just couldn’t say what.
An hour later, they walked together to a local bar a couple blocks away and sat down for a drink. Nate was impressed: it was a pub that served beer exclusively, but from all over the world. It was just the kind of place he would’ve chosen and Nate was amazed he’d never been there before.
“I’m glad you like it,” Glen said with a grin after they’d gotten their drafts. He blushed just the slightest bit as he continued, “I have to confess, I would kind of sneak peeks at you when you would come into the coffee house. I really wanted to talk to you, but I never knew how to.”
“Oh really?” Nate asked with a sly grin. So they’d both been scoping each other out. “And what did you find so intriguing about me?”
Nate expected the rather bold question to throw the man off his game, but Glen surprised him by looking him straight in the eye as he replied, “Everything. Your looks, your intensity whenever you were drawing…the little milk mustache from the whip cream that you wouldn’t notice.” He chuckled and Nate, to his own astonishment, felt his cheeks flush with heat. He did not blush!
“You seem to have been watching rather closely,” Nate said, more sharply than he meant to.
Glen’s eyes broke away then. “Oh, I… Sorry. I didn’t mean to…I mean, I wasn’t staring or anything.”
Nate sighed. Now he felt like a heel. “That came out wrong. Don’t apologize, you do it too much,” he chided with a smile. “Anyway, I just might’ve noticed that cute little ass of yours before, though I never could see your face.”
Glen’s eyebrows rose and his eyes glittered with delight. “If I’d known I would’ve tried to show it off more.”
Nate gave a chuckle of his own and asked, “So what is it you do anyway? I mean, you haven’t been working at the coffee house for long, I’m guessing. What did you do before that?”
Glen blinked. “Nothing.”
“Well, that is, I’ve been going to school, finishing my degree. That’s why I’m only working during break.”
“Oh,” Nate replied, a bit surprised. Glen looked older than he did, although that wasn’t saying much.
“What about you?”
“I work at a graphics house. I’m a graphic artist,” Nate replied a bit stiffly.
“Wow, that sounds great! I can’t draw at all. How long have you been working there?”
“Almost four years.”
“Really?” Glen asked with surprise. “How old were you when you started?”
Nate frowned. Here it comes, he thought. “I started right out of college, when I was twenty-two.”
“But that means you’re—”
“I’m twenty-five,” Nate said ruefully, and waited for the gasp of surprise that always came after he told anyone his age. ‘Oh! But you look so young!’; ‘Really? I would’ve thought you’d just graduated high school!’ were some of the responses he often heard.
Glen, however, surprised him by replying with a simple, “Huh.”
Nate looked at him skeptically. “Aren’t you going to say something about how young I look?”
The other man shrugged. “Sure, you do look young, but you seem pretty mature, so your age doesn’t surprise me.”
Looking him over, Nate decided he could really like this guy, but there were a few things he wanted to know. Never one to pull punches, he said, “Look, I’m a pretty direct person, so I have to ask—why did you go home with Rob that night? You’ve said more than once it’s not like you, and if you’ve been eying me, then I can’t see Rob as being your type. We’re about as different as you can get in the physique department. So, I want to know. Why?”
Glen’s eyes dropped, and Nate thought he looked a bit dejected. Had he been that out of line to ask?
“I don’t deal with the holidays well,” the raven-haired young man said. “I’m sort of estranged from my family, and I never have anywhere to go for Christmas. It’s really depressing. So sometimes I want to forget about it all and I just need…”
“A good fuck?”
“…to be held.”
“Oh.” Nate winced. Open mouth, insert foot.
Glen shifted uncomfortably. “Sex is nice, but if I don’t care about the person, it’s pretty meaningless. But it’s kind of difficult to find someone who wants to cuddle all night.”
Nate chortled. “Yeah, not very likely. Although I am a big fan of snuggling…afterwards,” he said with a teasing grin. To his relief, Glen smiled back.
The rest of the evening went well. Nate indulged a bit too much in his foreign brew, but Glen drove him home, so it wasn’t a problem. By the time they rolled up to his apartment, Nate was feeling comfortably buzzed and wondered if it would be presumptuous to make a move on Glen after his ‘meaningless sex’ remark. So he settled for a good night kiss.
To his surprise, Glen didn’t give him the soft peck he was anticipating from the unassuming man. Instead, he tangled his hand in Nate’s soft curls and grasped the locks tightly while he smothered the man’s mouth in a sinuous, burning kiss, plunging his tongue in and out of Nate’s mouth in a slick, heated rhythm.
By the time he pulled back Nate’s lips were bruised and his head was spinning. He was in a daze as he walked back to his door and wondered what on earth had just happened. Glen came off as such a gentle, mild-mannered guy. And Nate was the one who was usually the aggressor. Just what was happening here?
Over the next couple days, Nate found he couldn’t get the raven-haired man out of his head. He kept thinking of that thrilling kiss. It had hit him in the stomach and penetrated down into his bones. On the surface, Glen seemed much like the other men he’d dated—less arrogant perhaps, but still obviously a submissive at heart. But that kiss had shattered all preconceptions he’d had of the man. Nate’s heart pounded against his ribs every time he replayed the scene in his head—and he replayed it often.
On New Year’s Eve, he stopped in at the coffee house again, and was pleased to see he’d timed it just right. There was that perfect bottom perking out from the back room. He asked one of the baristas if Glen was busy and she called him over.
“Nate!” Glen said, beaming. “I’m so glad you came in. We close early today, so I wasn’t sure you’d stop by in time. I wanted to invite you to a party tonight.”
Glen gave him the details quickly before he had to return to work. Not many other places were open, so the café was surprisingly busy. As Nate left, he reflected on how much things had changed in just a few days, but he couldn’t complain. He had a date for New Year’s—and with a guy who was a bit of a mystery, which was rare. Life was looking up.
Chapter 2: Out With the Old, In With the New
The party turned out to be slightly different from what Nate had envisioned. He’d assumed it would be at someone’s home, but it turned out to be a huge bash at a dance club downtown. For some reason, he’d thought that Glen would go in for a more intimate party rather than the club scene, but once again the man surprised him.
Actually, Nate usually avoided the large club parties. They always seemed overblown with too many loud, drunken people, all of them pretending to have a good time in the crushing crowd. But that night, he actually had fun. It had been forever since he’d gone dancing and Glen’s quiet demeanor seemed to vanish once they hit the dance floor. He was flirty and sexy and, damn, he could move. But when it came to dancing, Nate was still superior. Flexible was the key word. He was pleased when his moves managed to keep the bulge in Glen’s tight jeans prominent almost the entire evening.
When the countdown started, Nate could feel his heart fluttering in anticipation. He couldn’t remember the last time the thought of a mere kiss had him this flustered. And Glen did not disappoint. The moment it hit midnight, Nate found himself in a crushing embrace, forceful lips over his own as Glen devoured him right there in the midst of the crowd. A few steps back and suddenly Nate was pinned to the wall, gasping for air.
“Nate,” came Glen’s husky voice, “I can’t help myself around you.”
The party would continue until dawn, but the moment Nate heard Glen whisper in his ear he thought to hell with the party.
“We can go to my place,” Nate suggested, grinding his hips against the other man’s just to clarify what his invitation entailed.
He saw Glen smile and there was a seductive wickedness there he had never seen before.
Two steps into the door, they were already tearing at each other’s clothing.
“Get on the bed,” Nate said, standing naked with his hands on his hips. Smiling, Glen complied, crawling obligingly onto the bed.
“Good boy,” Nate told him, moving to join him. He pushed Glen down onto his back and straddled his hips, keeping one hand pressed down on the man’s chest. It was Nate’s favorite position. Usually it gave him a little thrill whenever he looked down at his lover beneath him. The knowledge that he was overcoming another man’s physical strength with a power of his own that was even stronger always made him smile. But when Glen stretched out beneath him—beautiful pale chest rising and falling with heated breaths—Nate felt a tiny, nagging disappointment that Glen had obeyed so easily. Oh well.
Swaying his hips, Nate wriggled his butt into Glen’s already rigid erection and reached for the man’s belt where it lay next to Glen’s discarded pants on the bed.
“And just what are you planning to do with that?” Glen asked with a curious gleam in his eye as Nate held up the leather belt and grinned.
“Give me your hands.”
Once again, Glen obeyed without comment, but Nate caught a look in his eye that made him wonder. He couldn’t explain it, but it made him feel like a child being momentarily indulged.
I’ll just have to make it clear who’s really in charge, Nate thought, wrapping the belt firmly around Glen’s wrists. The leather was stiff, but Nate had lots of practice with such things and he had his man bound tightly in no time at all.
“There,” he said when he’d finished. Pushing Glen’s bound hands over the man’s head, Nate leaned over him and grinned. “You’re mine now.”
But in the midst of his gloating, something happened. Glen’s arms lifted swiftly and his hands went over Nate’s head to settle firmly over his shoulders.
“Is that so?” Glen asked with a wink before Nate was suddenly rolled over onto his back and pinned to the bed under the raven-haired man’s weight.
Nate just looked up at him, mouth agape. Before he could respond to the unprecedented reversal, Nate found his mouth captured by Glen’s insistent lips. He was totally overtaken, completely at his new lover’s mercy—and to his amazement, it sent a heated jolt of pleasure racing through him. He whimpered and mewled against Glen’s lips as the man devoured him, Glen’s hard erection pressing into his own. Maybe Nate had finally met his match.
“I warned you that I couldn’t help myself around you,” the dark-haired man said before pillaging Nate’s mouth.
With Glen’s tongue plunging between his lips, Nate had to admit how strangely right it felt to finally be forced into submission himself. Maybe he had just been testing everyone before, to see who was really worthy of him. Or maybe he’d gotten so wrapped up in dominating his lovers that he never realized he secretly longed to be held down and allowed to surrender.
It would probably take Nate some time to figure everything out in his own head, but one thing he knew right now: it felt damn good to have Glen’s mouth gliding down the column of his neck.
He felt Glen slip his hands from behind his neck and slide down his slender chest until the man grasped both of Nate’s hands. Glen held Nate’s wrists to his chest tightly but not painfully as he bent over him and, in a daze of heated desire, Nate felt himself yield rather than struggle.
With the his hands firmly caught, Nate felt Glen’s mouth descend further, kissing the prominent curves of his hips before placing a little kiss over the tip of his weeping erection. Glen smiled as the adorable pink cock twitched under his attention. Nate squirmed, desperately wanting more and yet intoxicated by his own sense of helplessness. He wondered why, despite knowing Glen for so short a time, he trusted that he wouldn’t tease him too much or push things too far. Maybe it was ridiculous, but somehow, Nate knew he was safe.
A warm sense of satisfaction pooled in his belly at this realization, and Nate grew even harder as Glen’s tongue played across the sensitive flesh around the head of his cock. He squirmed and felt Glen hold him down tighter in response. Nate felt as if he was going to die from impatience, but what a way to go! Glen kept him rock hard, teetering on the edge of release as he laved his tongue up and down the Nate’s straining shaft. Then he bent lower to nuzzle and suck at his sac.
“Oh, god help me,” Nate murmured, barely aware he was speaking.
Looking down between his legs, a sharp spike of arousal jolted Nate as he saw Glen look up at him and smile. Nate wondered how someone could possibly look so wicked and so sweet at the same time.
Glen saw the needy look in his lover’s eyes and his smile broadened. Tilting his head in a playful manner, he asked, “Is there something you wanted?” And just to tease him a little more, the raven-haired man punctuated his question by flicking the tip of his tongue over the head of Nate’s erection, licking off the droplet of pre-cum that glistened there.
Nate just watched in a delirious state of arousal as Glen sucked the head of his cock in and out of his mouth, occasionally licking it like his own personal ice cream treat.
“If you ask nicely, maybe I’ll give you what you want,” Glen urged.
But before Nate could clear his head to form his request, he saw Glen dive between his thighs. The man dragged his tongue from the crack of Nate’s ass up over his balls and along his shaft in one seductive sweep. And then, just to make the man beneath him completely incoherent, Glen completely swallowed Nate’s ample cock and held him there, pressed to the back of his throat for several seconds.
Nate was so shocked with ecstasy it was all he could do not to shoot his load down Glen’s throat right then and there. But if there was one thing Nate prided himself on, it was his self-control, and he managed to hang onto it—barely. When Glen moved back up and hovered over his body, however, Nate was so turned on that he felt as though he’d been drugged.
“Tell me, Nate. Tell me what you want,” Glen coaxed, whispering against the other man’s ear. He let the weight of his body press down into Nate’s smaller frame in a dominant gesture.
With a moan, Nate gave in. “Fuck me!”
Glen smiled, his eyes half-lidded with his own need. “Say the magic word,” he teased.
“Please!” Nate whimpered.
The raven-haired man smothered his mouth and then nuzzled the crook of his neck affectionately. Glen shifted so that his knees rested on the outside of Nate’s hips, then said in a soft yet commanding lilt, “Turn over onto your stomach.”
Nate obeyed, his pulse racing. He started to rise onto his hands and knees, but Glen’s bound hands pressed him down.
“Lie flat,” the man told him.
Glen then proceeded to torture him further by kissing and caressing every inch of Nate’s body within his reach. Light, fluttering kisses drifted up and down Nate’s back and rough teeth grazed his tender skin. Meanwhile, Glen’s bound hands settled between Nate’s shoulder blades, lending a slight but noticeable pressure that kept the man right where Glen wanted him.
It was heady and intoxicating, but Nate was already so turned on that he knew he must be making a little pool of pre-cum on the sheets beneath him. He found himself grinding his rock-hard cock into the mattress as the other man dragged his tongue down his spine to settle along the valley of his ass. Glen kissed and nipped the round hills of Nate’s buttocks before burrowing deeper to flick a greedy tongue over the rosy bud hidden there. Nate bucked his hips, wanting—no, needing—more direct stimulation. He’d already admitted he wanted a good fuck, hadn’t he? What was Glen waiting for?
“Please,” Nate begged, wiggling his ass invitingly.
“Shhh,” was all Glen replied as he slowly crept down further, sucking the other man’s sac from behind.
“Glen, I can’t wait,” Nate insisted, the slightest bit of annoyance in his voice.
The raven-haired man moved up then, placing his substantial length between Nate’s thighs, so the weeping head slid against the underside of Nate’s ball sac. Glen’s wrists, still bound, came to rest on the pillow before Nate’s face.
“Bring your hands up,” he said.
“Wha—?” Nate asked, his mind clouded by lust.
Glen nipped at his earlobe and repeated, “Bring your hands up, so they’re under my own.”
By now, Nate’s body was covered with a fine sheen of sweat from having to hold back from consummating his passion for so long. He wasn’t used to it. His willpower was wearing down, but he had to admit he hadn’t felt this level of need in years. It consumed him and he could only imagine how satisfying it would feel to finally have Glen inside him.
As instructed, Nate slid his hands up under Glen’s bound wrists until the man’s hands gripped him. Somehow, it was unbelievably stimulating to be captured by the person who should have rightly been under his submission. Seeing his wrists held fast by Glen’s bound hands illustrated the point that much more strongly and Nate felt the heat in him rise higher.
“It seems the master has become the slave,” Glen whispered, as if giving voice to Nate’s thoughts. “I wonder if I’ll pay for my impertinence later, hmm? I suppose I better fuck you good and hard while I have you at my mercy.”
Nate groaned loudly and pressed his face against the sheets beneath him. He could not believe this was the same man who said before that he just ‘wanted to be held,’ but Nate was enjoying the game nonetheless.
“I have been a naughty little master, haven’t I? Maybe I deserve a fucking.”
Glen gave a soft, musical laugh in reply. He moved his hips so that his cock glided down past Nate’s testicles and up along the underside of his cock in a delicious caress. It also gave Nate a good idea of Glen’s size and length—and made him all the more eager for Glen to make good on his threat to fuck him.
“Then you shall have it,” Glen said.
In one fluid movement, he managed to slip between Nate’s cheeks and pop the head of his rod into Nate’s tight entrance. Then, inch by excruciating inch, he pushed forward. Nate felt his whole world suspended in time until Glen was finally buried.
Never before had Nate felt so full and his mouth gaped in a frozen moan as he felt the coarse hair at the base of Glen’s shaft grind up against his ass. Not until the man began to move inside him did Nate finally break free of the spell, shuddering and gasping loudly.
“Oh, yes!” he groaned, his fingers clawing the pillow but unable to get a grip with Glen’s own hands holding him so tightly.
Nate felt completely taken and totally forced into submission as Glen’s speed increased. The man pounded into him demandingly, and all Nate could do was beg for more.
He never would’ve imagined that he’d enjoy being overpowered, and the fact that Glen—soft-spoken, unassuming Glen—had been the one to do it was so unexpected! After all the complaining Nate had done over people constantly assuming his character too quickly, it looked as if he was just as guilty. Glen was full of surprises.
As the raven-haired man continued to thrust, hard and deep, he became more and more vocal, murmuring heady gasps of ‘Uhh, god you are so tight!’ and ‘That’s it, take it—yes!’ Nate, who was a sucker for dirty talk in bed, couldn’t hold back, and his climax ripped through him before he could stop it. He exploded on the sheets beneath him but remained hard, his passion still not yet sated. And still Glen continued his demanding rhythm, lifting up his hips only to swiftly drop down, letting gravity increase the force of his thrusts.
Nate was lost, floating on the afterglow of his orgasm and drunk on the pleasure Glen was pounding into him. When he grew dizzy from passion and thought he couldn’t take anymore, Glen tensed above him and Nate felt the man’s seed spurt deep inside him as he finally reached release.
Glen’s heavy weight fell onto him then, and Nate sighed in satisfaction at the warm security the sensation brought him. After a while, however, it was difficult to catch his breath and he shifted under him. Glen took the hint and raised himself up, but he remained there, just above Nate’s body.
“Untie me,” Glen ordered.
Nate tried to move his hands, but his wrists were still caught in Glen’s grasp. The game was not over yet.
“Tsk. No hands, love,” the raven-haired man clarified.
Nate bit his lip to stifle a little whimper as a flash of fresh arousal swept over him. Scooting himself up a bit, he opened his mouth and bit down on the belt binding Glen’s wrists. Gradually, he wrangled the stubborn leather loose. Glen waited patiently until Nate had him completely free, then immediately reached down to grasp Nate’s still-swollen cock.
“Nuuhh!” he grunted incoherently.
“I wouldn’t want to be selfish with my pleasure,” Glen whispered as he stroked Nate towards yet another mind-shattering orgasm. Soon Nate was shooting another round of semen to coat the already soiled sheets.
When Nate collapsed after his release, Glen caught him and pulled him away from the wet spot to lie curled together on their sides.
The next thing Nate knew, it was morning. He had been tucked under the sheets and was warm and relaxed—and alone. Well, Happy New Year to you too, he thought ruefully, the glow of the pleasant morning spoiled. Glen hadn’t seemed the type to just up and leave. Then again, he didn’t seem the type to suddenly turn the tables on Nate and make him writhe and moan in the excruciating pleasure of surrender either…to say the least.
With a sigh, Nate rubbed his tired eyes. What had he expected, really? He asked himself, trying to rationalize away his disappointment. Well, at least he’d enjoyed the night before and--
The sound of cheerful humming reached his ears and Glen appeared in the doorway, a breakfast tray in his arms.
“Oh, you’re awake!” he said with a smile. “I was kind of hoping you’d still be asleep so I could surprise you.” Setting the tray across Nate’s lap, the raven-haired man dipped his head to take his lips in a sweet, sensuous kiss.
Nate felt light-headed by the time Glen pulled back. “Oh, I think you still managed to surprise me,” Nate said, cocking an eyebrow. “Especially last night.”
“Oh?” the other man asked innocently.
“Don’t give me that,” Nate said with a good-natured chuckle. “You knew what you were doing.”
Glen gave him a mischievous smile and Nate leaned over the breakfast tray to smother his smug mouth. Several moments later Nate pulled back, grinning widely before he spoke.
“Good thing I like surprises.”