Sep. 28, 2013. Acacia Ave., Glendale CA.
Scott
Tay’s reaction to my offer was almost instant. He glanced back at me with those big blue eyes, and suddenly it made sense. He didn’t just need someone to control him; he needed to not be in control. It was like he was holding on so tight to everything else, that he needed to let go of something, or crack under the pressure.
“You like that idea, don’t ya?”
“Maybe,” he said quietly, blushing harder than ever.
I curled my fingers and gave his ass a slap. “Maybe’s not an answer.”
“Y-yeah… yes,” he finally said, hissing at the pain.
I leaned over him to whisper in his ear. “You want a master?”
He didn’t answer with words, but hung his head and nodded. This was a turn I hadn’t expected. Sure, we’d been having fun, and it was obvious he was a total sub, but the thought of dominating him in the broader sense… I pulled my hand back and lined myself up, teasing his entrance with the tip of my dick.
“I asked you a question. Do. You. Want. A. Master?”
“Yes. Scott… please…” His whole body was shaking, and to be honest he wasn’t the only one. My twisted mind was coming up with all sorts of scenarios now, and not all of them involving sex. I tried to focus, pushing just the tip inside of him; I had to figure out how much of this was just dirty talk.
“You sure you can handle it? Living to serve, to please?”
“Yeah,” he answered, nodding eagerly. “Yeah, I can.”
I hesitated; this was getting serious, way more than I’d planned, not that I’d had much of a plan to begin with. If he was implying what I thought, it wasn’t something I wanted to dive into lightly. I’d been burned before, my impulsive nature biting me in the ass. But if he really was into it, the idea was tempting, to say the least.
“Think you can handle being my slave?”
He glanced back at me, his brow furrowed; apparently he could sense the weight of my words, and the shift in tone from pillow talk to an actual question. He thought for a second, before nodding again. “I… yeah.”
“You sure?” I asked, sliding an inch or two into him. “I’m pretty demanding…”
“Yes,” he half-whimpered, half-moaned. “I’m sure.”
I grabbed a fistful of his hair, turning him to face me. He felt way too good for me to concentrate on heavy shit; there would be plenty of time after, and really it was better to discuss that kind of thing without distractions. I stared him down while thrusting the rest of the way into him. “You got it.”
His eyes went wide and he moaned loudly, cursing. I didn’t miss a beat, driving into him hard and fast as he whimpered beneath me. He really was a gorgeous thing, writhing and gasping like that. It was something I could definitely get used to, I decided. I reached around and wrapped a hand around his dick, stroking to the same rhythm as my thrusts. I dragged the nails of my other hand down from his shoulders to his ass; he hissed, arching his back.
“Ya like that, slave?”
“Yess,” he whined, nodding eagerly. So he liked pain… I pulled him upright, sinking my teeth into his shoulder. He gasped and swore, tightening around me.
“Fuck, I’m close…” It’d been a while since anyone had gotten me worked up so fast. I didn’t know if it was how good he felt, or the sound of him moaning my name, or the thought of owning him that was doing it the most, but whatever it was, it was working.
“M-me too…”
“Better not come first,” I warned him, amping up the speed. He made a tiny whimper, biting his lip hard. I growled, slowing down but thrusting with extra force. Within seconds he was panting like a dog and shaking like a leaf. “You ready for me, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” he replied, nodding quickly. I let out another growl, thrusting as hard as I could as I let loose inside him. “Your turn, baby,” I whispered in his ear, and the tender pet name seemed to be the last straw. He moaned loudly, his head falling back against my shoulder. “Fuck…”
“That’s it, that’s a good little slave,” I whispered, slowing my hand as he came down from his climax. I kept my voice low and soothing as I lowered him down onto the bed, rubbing his back with one hand and reaching over to the nightstand for a few tissues with the other. He curled up in a ball, still shaking as I helped him get cleaned up.
Once he was taken care of, I slipped away to the bathroom for a second; when I got back he was right where I’d left him. I smiled and slid into bed next to him, rubbing his back.
“You’re alright, Tay. You’re fine.” It seemed to help a little; he wasn’t trembling as bad, at least. I kept a hand on him as I grabbed a smoke off the nightstand and lit it.
“I… um…” He stammered, watching me closely; I just smirked and offered him the cigarette. He sat up and took it with a shaking hand, taking a long drag.
“Keep it,” I said when he tried to offer it back. “You probably need it more than I do.”
“Oh… okay…”
“You want a water? Or a beer?” I got out of bed, throwing my jeans on. I had a feeling we’d need to talk about what was said in the heat of the moment, and I knew a drink would help me, at least.
“Um, water’s fine.” He gave me a tiny smile, and it was almost too adorable.
I padded down into the kitchen and got a beer out of the fridge, downing half of it right away. Had he meant what he said? Had I meant it? I sipped my beer, leaning against the counter; it wasn’t a horrible idea. Somehow, life had always made more sense when I had a sub; it’d only been a few short affairs, but every time, the constant hole I felt seemed less empty. It probably had something to do with control issues, but I never stopped to question it. I’d always wondered, though, what it would be like to have a more… permanent situation.
I shook my head and killed my beer, then grabbed Tay’s water and headed back upstairs. It really depended on what he wanted; if it’d just been foreplay, there wasn’t any point in stressing over it. But if he meant it, if he wanted to be my slave, then we’d have to discuss that together. I took a deep breath as I climbed the stairs; strings weren’t always a bad thing, I reminded myself.
“Here ya go,” I said as I passed him his drink. He seemed to struggle to get upright; it was a huge ego boost to know I’d made him that weak. I chuckled, pulling him into a sitting position; for being so much taller, it’d been clear for a while how much stronger I was.
“S-sorry,” he muttered after taking a sip of water. “I’m kinda… my bones are all jello right now, I think.”
“Don’t sweat it,” I chuckled. “I know sub drop when I see it. And you’re not even the worst I’ve seen.”
“I just… I mean, you know stuff in theory, but when it happens…”
“Yeah, it can be pretty bad if you’re not used to it. Just relax though, it’ll pass.” I rubbed his shoulder lightly, and that seemed to help. He sighed, taking another sip of water.
“I’ve never really… gotten far enough for it to get this bad, I guess.” He leaned into my touch, not shaking anymore; I wrapped an arm around him, scooting closer.
“So what you’re saying is, I’m your first?” It was a teasing line, meant to distract from the tension, but the thought of popping his cherry felt damn good, too. He rolled his eyes, blushing again.
“Um… something like that?”
We both chuckled, but it didn’t last long. We were dancing around the elephant in the room, but there was no point avoiding it any longer. I gave a sigh and he looked over, his eyes intense and curious.
“I know things can get pretty intense, and people say shit they don’t always mean later. So if you wanna leave it at that, that’s fine by me. But if not…” I was being purposefully vague, but I seriously hoped he wasn’t too blonde to catch my drift.
He blinked, still staring up at me… he was really gonna make me say it again.
“If you’re really lookin’ for someone to be your master…” I smirked at him, hesitating; was I really about to go after this? Did I really want to put myself out there, to offer a commitment like that? To Taylor Hanson, no less; a guy I made fun of at best, and bitterly envied at worst… although the bitterness was all but gone by now. Five minutes with him had cured me of that.
I’d been jealous of Taylor Hanson the pop star; the guy staring up at me now, the one who’d screamed my name, the one I was having way too many non-sexual thoughts about… That was a completely different guy. A guy I wanted to get to know better, and see a hell of a lot more of, in more ways than one. But the question was, did I want to tie myself down to that guy? A million thoughts ran through my head at once, but in the end I concluded that yeah, I really did.
“I wouldn’t mind throwin’ my name in.”
Taylor
I stared at Scott, waiting for the punchline. There was an undeniable smirk on his lips, but the closer I looked, the more I could see other emotions lurking in the depths of his eyes, emotions like sincerity and even the slightest hint of vulnerability. I decided the latter was just me projecting my own feelings onto him. Then again, maybe not. When I was certain that at least he wasn’t going to laugh and tell me he was kidding, I decided to go with honesty.
“Oh… yeah,” I said. “I meant that. I do. I do want that.”
Scott blinked slowly, then chuckled, and I was certain I heard the other shoe drop. This was it. He was going to tell me it was all just a joke.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
“Nothing,” he replied, shaking his head. After a deep breath, he added, “So… you’re serious about this, huh? ‘Cause I take this very seriously.”
“I… yeah. I am.” I nodded slowly.
Scott eyed me again, no doubt trying to assess how serious I was. It seemed neither of us was quite ready to accept that the other really wanted the same thing. Had I not been floating on a strange, euphoric cloud that I only barely understood, I would have been experiencing a lot more self doubt and fear that Scott was just playing some twisted game with me.
After another moment of scrutinizing my expression for any signs of insincerity, and evidently finding none, Scott replied, “You know I’m talking full time here, right?”
“Yeah,” I replied, then heaved a sigh.
I did want it, but Scott’s words reminded me that this wouldn’t be easy. Cheating on my wife was one thing, and I was sadly no stranger to that. Carrying on an actual relationship, especially a Dom/sub relationship, behind her back… that was something else entirely. Yet it was something I was positive I needed.
Scott stared at me again, and I feared he could sense my inner conflict and would call the whole thing off. Instead, he stood up wordlessly and walked to his closet. I watched, confused, as he dug through various boxes that looked like they had been shoved into the closet on moving in day and never looked at since. Finally, he found the one he seemed to be looking for and pulled something out of it. Although I saw a glint of metal, I wasn’t entirely sure what it was until Scott sat down next to me.
“Found this in a little shop in New York a few years back… thought it might come in handy someday.” He opened his hand and revealed a chainlink band with a small padlock. “You trust me? ‘Cause that’s the only way this’ll work.”
Staring down at what I realized was a collar, I nodded slowly. “Yeah… yeah, I do. God knows why, but I do.”
Scott chuckled softly, but for once, it felt like I was in on the joke. He leaned in to wrap the necklace around my neck and I bowed my head to help him. I felt myself trembling a little; this was a big commitment to jump into and so what was a fairly innocent touch compared to other things we had done that night suddenly felt very, very intimate. Scott secured the padlock carefully, letting his fingers linger on my neck for a moment, his lips turning up in a genuine smile. It faded quickly, replaced by a smirk.
“Guess how you take it off.”
“I… I don’t,” I replied, realization dawning on me. “I mean, there’s a key, right?”
Scott’s only response was to smirk again.
My lips quivered as I attempted to smile. “That’s… that’s kinda cool.”
“Like I said, the first rule is trust. You gotta trust that I know what’s best. ‘Course, we’ll need a safeword…”
I fingered the padlock while Scott seemed to be considering his options. This was getting very, very serious very, very fast, but it was too late to back out. And truth be told, I didn’t want to.
“I got it,” he said suddenly, his lips curling into a cheshire cat grin. “Mmmbop.”
I rolled my eyes. “Somehow, I doubt I’ll be using that safeword very often.”
Scott ignored the eye roll, his face stony as he said, “If something does go too far, just tell me, okay? I can’t fix what’s wrong ‘less I know something’s wrong.”
“Yeah… yeah, I will,” I stuttered out, a bit unnerved by how serious he seemed.
“That’s the next major thing,” Scott continued. “Communication. Gotta be able to tell me shit, got it? Doesn’t even have to be about this… if something’s goin’ on in your life, I need to know. Good bad, whatever… my job’s to take care of you, but I gotta know what’s goin’ on so I can do that.”
“Yeah… yeah, that makes sense,” I replied, even though truthfully, so little about this made sense. As an afterthought, to let Scott know I grasped the gravity of what he said, I added, “I will. I promise.”
He gave me approximately half a smile. “Good. Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll take good care of ya.”
“Thanks,” I replied, giving him a smile of my own in return.
“‘Course, it runs both ways… you gotta keep me happy too.” The hint of a smile turned back into the smirk I already knew so well.
“Right…” I felt myself blushing; I could only imagine what ideas he had in mind for just how I could keep him happy.
“You’re too cute, ya know that?” Scott laughed.
My blush deepened until it felt like my entire face was on fire. I buried my head in my hands, half to cover my embarrassment and half to cover my grin at one of the first real compliments Scott had given me, and groaned. My voice muffled by my hands, I replied, “A fucking woman is what I am.”
Scott chuckled. “Yeah, right… tell that to the chicks in line after your show.”
I gave a little snort of laughter. “Pretty sure they’re all lining up for Zac these days.”
“Yeah, well… can’t say I blame ‘em,” Scott said.
I lowered my hands and scowled at Scott, who just smirked back at me, then chuckled.
“What, you can call him hot, but I can’t? Doesn’t seem fair to me…”
“I didn’t say he was… just that the fans…” I sighed. There was no point in debating it with Scott, since it was clearly just an offhand comment, one of his strange little jokes.
“Don’t get your nuts in a bind. I’m not after him,” Scott said, rolling his eyes. Toying with the padlock on my neck, he added, “He’s not my slave, is he?”
My scowl began to soften a little, even though I was hardly any happier. “Well… no.”
He leaned in closer and lowered his voice. “He’s not the one who just got his ass rammed, is he?”
“N-no…” I whimpered, trembling involuntarily at the fresh memory of what Scott had so crudely described.
“He’s not the one I want bound to me.” As he spoke, Scott stared straight into my eyes. He leaned in so closely that I could practically feel his words, and the emotion behind them, on my own lips.
All I could do was smile at him, my entire body trembling at the intensity of what Scott had said. He didn’t speak another word either; instead, he grabbed the chain and used it to pull me to him and crush our lips together. I let out a soft whimper of surprise at the suddenness of it, but I kissed him back readily.
After a moment, he pulled away and laid back, looking completely relaxed except for the smirk on his lips. “So don’t worry about Zac. And for Christ’s sake, don’t let him get so uptight about you.”
I scooted closer to Scott and curled against his side. “Easier said than done, but… okay.”
Scott wrapped an arm around me tightly. It was a more comforting gesture than I expected, and I felt completely at home in his arms. With that smirk still turning up the corner of his mouth, he remarked, “Shouldn’t be that hard. He’s your brother, not your boyfriend, right?”
“That’s just…” I huffed, scrunching up my nose in disgust at what Scott was implying. “That’s not even funny.”
“Yeah, it is.” He chuckled.
I huffed again and mumbled, “S’not my damn boyfriend.”
“Whatever you say, sweetheart,” Scott replied, still chuckling softly.
I let the subject drop then, preferring just to curl up in his strong embrace and let myself drift off into some of the most peaceful sleep I’d had in ages.
Scott
I woke up slowly, one arm tossed over my face; I didn’t know what time it was, but the sun was high enough to make the room way too bright for my taste. I cracked one eye open and looked over, and smirked when I saw Taylor watching me. Watching me sleep… some people might find that creepy, but I thought it was cute.
“Mornin’, sunshine.”
“Morning,” he replied, blushing; he did that a lot, but I loved that I could get that reaction from him. I chuckled, hooking a finger around the chain around his neck. I stared at the lock; this was a big decision, and part of me still wasn’t sure what’d made me do it. But it felt good; it felt right.
“How’s it look?” Tay asked, smiling.
“How’s it feel?” I shot back, cocking an eyebrow.
“Different… but a good different.”
I didn’t know what the hell I’d gotten myself into, but I wasn’t about to do it half-assed; if this was going to work, I had to take the reins fully, with no room for doubt. I pulled him by his necklace and gave him a deep kiss; he whimpered, but relaxed against me and returned it.
“No regrets?” I said quietly; if he wanted to back out, now was the time. But he shook his head, his expression the picture of sincerity.
“No. Which is scary, but… it’s good.”
“Good,” I said, sitting up, and a wicked idea popped in my head. “Cuz I lost the key to that a few months ago.” I smirked as I watched his eyes bug out and he sat up straight.
“I’m just going to assume, for my own sanity, that you’re kidding.”
I let him squirm for a few seconds, but then laughed, nodding. It was too much fun to tease him.
“Yeah yeah, don’t worry.” I chuckled as he sighed with relief, closing his eyes. I shook my head as I got up, not bothering with my jeans, and headed down to the kitchen. I started a pot of coffee, watching Taylor come down in his boxers a minute later.
“So, you headin’ off today?” I didn’t want to think about him leaving, sappy as that felt; we’d just gotten started having fun, and it was a bummer we didn’t have more time. I ran a hand through my hair, trying not to think about it too deep, and got a couple mugs out of the cabinet.
“Yeah, we’ve got that festival thing this afternoon, then we’re heading up to Seattle. I wish I could stick around here a little bit longer…”
“Yeah…” I sighed. “Gonna be tough to keep an eye on you when you’re halfway cross country.” I winked at him and he giggled, blushing.
“I’m sure you can find a way. You don’t have spies or something?”
“Yeah, dozens.” I rolled my eyes, pouring him a cup and handing it over. For a meek little sub, he sure had his smartass moments too; I liked that about him. I looked around the room, thinking; how was this going to work?
“Guess I’ll have to set some ground rules for you, so you don’t get into any trouble. When the cat’s away and all…”
“Me? Get into trouble?” Tay tried his best to look innocent, and it almost worked. I stepped closer, tugging his chain.
“Other than me, that is.”
“But seriously,” he said, trying, and failing, not to grin. “What sort of ground rules?”
I poured myself a cup and sipped it slowly, thinking. My first time doing this had been a disaster, and I didn’t want to go through that again; but then, that sub had been completely different, and in it for totally different reasons.
“Well I think it’s pretty obvious that this…” I paused to give Tay’s ass a slap, and he yelped, jumping a little. “Is mine.”
“Mhm. Sure is.”
“Let’s see, what else…” I paced the room, thinking. I really couldn’t do all that much; he still had to be discreet, after all. “How often you jerk off?”
“Um, on tour… couple times a week? Not a lot of privacy, you know.”
“Yeah… let’s see if we can’t cut that back. Say, every other week?” I almost laughed at the way Tay’s eyes widened; I didn’t think it was too extreme, but then I wasn’t the one who was being cut off.
“Y-yeah, okay.”
“You’re gonna check in, too. Every day shouldn’t be too hard, right? Doesn’t always have to be a call, texting is fine. But I gotta keep tabs on you somehow, right?”
“Mhm… I mean, yeah. Of course you do.” He nodded again, chewing his bottom lip, and I frowned; that was another habit of his, and it showed, his otherwise perfect lips marked with little dents and cuts.
“Hey,” I said, stepping closer. “None of that.” I brushed his bottom lip with my thumb. “I don’t want anyone damaging the goods, not even you. Got it?” I gave him a smirk, lowering my voice. “Something this gorgeous, you gotta take care of it.”
“Yeah, yeah…” he said, rolling his eyes. If there was one thing that pissed me off, it was people rolling their eyes at me.
“Excuse me?” I said in my best stern voice.
“What?” Taylor blinked at me, apparently unaware of his transgression. The whole modesty thing was cute, but honestly it was starting to get a little annoying.
I straightened my back, narrowing my eyes. “I don’t throw around compliments like free candy. So when I say something nice, I expect you to be grateful.”
“Okay,” he said after a moment. “Thanks?” He smiled, but it was weak and obviously fake. I sighed, shaking my head. Did he really think that little of himself?
“I don’t want you to just take it, Tay. I want you to believe it.” I softened my expression and lowered my voice, running a hand through his hair. “You really are so much more than you give yourself credit for.”
“I know,” he sighed. “It’s just… It’s not easy for me. But I’ll work on it, okay? I promise.”
“You do that. And not just with me, okay? You gotta learn to stop shrugging it off every time someone says something nice.”
“Okay, I will. It’s not gonna be easy, but… I will.” He smiled sincerely at me, and I believed him. I knew what it was like to not be too happy with myself, but I learned a long time ago that if you don’t put yourself on a pedestal, no one else will.
“Good. See? I’m here to help. A benevolent god, if you will,” I added with a teasing tone.
“Yeah,” he laughed, rolling his eyes again. “And so humble, too.”
I laughed, slapping his ass hard as I walked past him to go back upstairs. “You know it!”