A little after eight o’clock on Tuesday morning, Fenton White glanced at his desk, where his cell phone was currently buzzing from an incoming call.
Right now, Fen had too much to do to draw his focus from his current project. He was finalizing the plans on this valve for a customer, and the machine shop had to get the prototype started that afternoon on the CNC machine.
Not to mention Fen’s feelings still stung from last night’s encounter between them.
Fuck him. He can wait.
Three months into their relationship, and Fenton was ready to declare it over. Not that he wanted to, because Tom was smart, hot, well-educated, had a great job, and had his life together. Tom also seemed to have it bad for him. He was great as a Top in the dungeon and in bed.
Maybe it is me.
Tom was the latest in a line of guys who had either broken up with Fen, or he’d broken up with them before they could pull the trigger.
His phone stopped buzzing as voice mail finally picked up. Fenton nudged his wire-rimmed glasses farther up his nose and went back to work, hoping he could delay this conversation. Considering how he’d stormed out of Tom’s house last night after their fight, he wasn’t looking forward to their next talk.
The voice mail alert didn’t buzz, but a moment later, a text message came through.
Can we PLEASE talk about this? I’ll be home tonight by 7.
Fenton stared at the message and struggled against the urge to cry. There wasn’t really anything to talk about. Frankly, he was done talking about it. If one little thing was such a big deal to Tom that he’d be willing to tank their relationship over it, then Fen wasn’t going to give him the chance, no matter how right the rest of things were.
He was tired of putting himself out there—putting his heart out there—just to get stomped on time and again. Why should he always be the one expected to cave in?
And why the fuck couldn’t people be honest right from the start, instead of thinking they could talk him into changing who he was and trying to be sneaky about it?
Maybe I should turn myself into one of those selfish bastards, holding back, not letting people inside until they proved themselves.
Being the nice guy wasn’t working for him so far.
He waited until lunch to finally text Tom back.
Not much to talk about is there? You made yourself perfectly clear last night.
Fen set his phone aside and took another bite of the sub Ben and Jake had brought back for him for lunch. He was still working on this project and didn’t want to leave until he had the file sent to the shop.
Tom texted him back almost immediately.
PLEASE come over tonight to talk about this.
The last thing Fen wanted today was an emotional back and forth in text messages with Tom when he needed to have his mind completely focused on his job.
It wasn’t like they would come to a productive solution in text…or in person, most likely.
Wasn’t Fen’s first rodeo. He knew how this would inevitably play out.
Fen would finally break down and agree to talk to Tom. Tom would either apologize and back off for a little while before trying again, or try to wheedle and argue his point right up front.
Tell him how unreasonable he was being, and try to prove to Fen he wasn’t like other guys, he was special and should be given a chance to show him why, even though Fen had been up front with him at the start and Tom had agreed.
Aaannd they’d end up back at square one, which was when they first met and started dating, Fen had been totally honest and up front with him, and Tom had said sure, fine, no problem.
Just like nearly every other guy he’d dated for any length of time had said.
They’d all lied.
“FYI,” Fen said, before he lost the ability to speak coherently, “no sex doesn’t mean you can’t grope or feel around. So…feel free.”
“I just might.” A fist grabbed Fen’s hair and pulled his head back. Joel pressed his cheek against Fen’s. “Who’s gonna be a good boy for me tonight?” His deep, raspy drawl raked across every nerve ending in Fen’s soul and tugged on strings apparently connected directly to his now aching cock.
It easily rolled off his tongue.
“I get too rough for you, call yellow immediately. Understood?”
Hell, it’d taken three play sessions with Tom before he’d felt comfortable calling him Sir.
With Joel, it’s like…
It was almost like it felt natural. The way it should be.
Whoa, slow up there, kiddo. You just met him tonight.
Didn’t change how Fen felt, though. He had a good feeling about Joel, about them.
Like this time, maybe it really was different.
He’d never had that particular feeling before. There was always doubt lingering in his mind, eventually proven correct one way or another.
Joel dug his nails into Fen’s flesh along his thighs, his ass, his upper arms, pinching and playing, alternating with firm strokes that felt so damn great.
And when Joel cupped his left hand around the back of Fen’s neck, Fen suspected what was coming next.
The acrylic paddle was light and narrow and stung like a motherfucker. He hissed and gritted his teeth but didn’t cry out. He suspected the first several swats were Joel testing the waters, watching his reaction, because, seriously, he could spank his own ass harder than that.
The next one hit hard, across the crack of his ass and getting parts of both cheeks. That one made him whimper.
“Damn,” Joel muttered, then he went to town on Fen.
Yep. Joel had definitely been holding back. He alternated swats with the paddle with bare-handed smacks, with hard pinches to the insides of his thighs.
Then fingers gently stroked Fen’s sac, making him jump in startled surprise before he moaned and arched his back, trying to encourage him to do more.
The man’s callused palm cradled Fen’s balls, lightly rolling them along his flesh. “By the way, I personally enjoy giving a blow job as much as I enjoy getting one.”
Fen’s eyes fell closed and he tried to hump Joel’s thigh again.
A hard, bare-handed smack landed on his ass, startling him. “Didn’t tell you you could do that, boy.”
“Please, Sir,” Fen gasped, realizing he wasn’t heading for subspace, he was full-in deep inside it. “Please!”
“Nope.” Joel chuckled. “I’d rather leave you thinking about the image of me having you tied up just like this, except in the middle of my bed and on your back, with me taking my time licking and sucking your cock for a couple of hours.
Tom saved giving oral for special treats that had to be earned. He’d been pretty damned good at it, but it had always come at a price.
The last time had triggered the final fight, where Tom had started talking in the middle of said blowjob, about wouldn’t it feel so much better if Fen also had a prostate massager toy up there while Tom was blowing him?
First time Fen had ever put a stop to a blowjob.
He’d gotten up, gotten dressed, and walked out while Tom—who hadn’t gotten off yet—tried to beg and plead with him to talk to him about it and listen to “reason.”
Stop thinking about him!
Right now, all he wanted to think about was Joel and his hunky, talented hands.
Joel untied Fen’s legs but didn’t untie his torso yet, or move him off his lap. He did start switching implement out, though, including a fucking wicked cane that brought tears of pain to Fen’s eyes and drove out all conscious thoughts for…
When he finally could think again, he was untied and snuggled in Joel’s lap, resting against the man’s broad chest with the fleece throw draped over Fen’s back.
The good kind of fuck.
Joel sat with one arm draped around Fen’s back, the other holding Fen’s head, finger threaded through Fen’s hair. Fen looked up, staring into his eyes for a long, quiet moment.
The club didn’t exist. The could be totally alone right now, for all he cared.
Before he could stop himself, Fen reached up, hooked the back of Joel’s neck with his fingers, and pulled him down for a long, sweet, tender kiss.