Nov. 27, 2013. Acacia Ave., Glendale, CA.
Scott
I knew this day was coming all week, but I had done my damnedest to stubbornly ignore that fact. But now it was here–Tay’s last day with me before hitting the road again. I could feel the sour mood looming, and I know it would hit me as soon as he walked out the door, but that was later. Now, I wanted to enjoy every minute with him. Which was why it had been so hard to slip out of bed, instead of curling up next to him, or maybe waking him up for round… whatever.
This week I had felt more domestic than I ever had before, but I liked it. I decided to give Tay a break from cooking, and was whipping up a batch of waffles when I heard him padding down the stairs.
“Scott?” He asked, a sleepy, confused pout on his lips.
“Morning, babe.”
“You… you’re cooking.”
“Yeah, and? I do know how…”
“And nothing,” he replied with a tiny smile. “Just… surprised me. In a good way.”
I turned back to the stove, poking at the slices of bacon sizzling in the pan. What did he think I did when he wasn’t around to cook for me? Lucky for him I wasn’t really annoyed; his concern and shock were more cute than anything.
“Bacon? Aww, you shouldn’t have.” He stepped closer, his grin widening.
“Waffles too,” I said, pointing to the waffle iron with my spatula. “They should be almost done.”
“Ugh, bacon and waffles? That’s it, I’m not leaving.” He gave a smirk that I returned.
“That a threat?”
“If I could stay, I would.” His smile fell into a pout as he sighed, leaning against the counter.
“I know, babe,” I said softly, touching his arm. He moved next to me and wrapped his arms around me, leaning his head on my shoulder.
“After the tour though? I’ll be here so much you’ll be sick of me.”
“That so?” I looked at him, a little surprised. We hadn’t really talked about what was going to happen after the tour, not even after my proposal. It had been at the back of my mind all week, but I’d avoided the subject, mostly out of an uncharacteristic lack of balls.
“Mhm. I mean, you didn’t specify how long those monthly visits had to be, and now that I know you can cook…”
“You’re welcome to stay as long as you want, ya know…”
“Good.” His arms tightened around me, and I felt a pain in my chest. I didn’t want him to go, not now, not ever. I wrapped an arm around his waist and kissed his neck.
“I wish I didn’t have to leave today.” He sighed against my neck. I nudged him back, forcing him to look at me.
“I know. I do too. But you’ll back soon enough.”
“Yeah, I know… I’ll miss you, though.” He couldn’t possibly have known how good those words made me feel.
“I’ll miss you too.”
“The rest of this tour can’t go by fast enough, though…” he murmured against my lips before kissing me gently. We kissed for a moment, slowly, and I never wanted it to end. But the waffle iron dinged behind me, and I pulled away.
“Can’t argue with that. Wanna get those for me babe?”
“Sure.” He stepped aside, grabbing a few plates from the cabinet and pulling the waffles off the iron. “Mmm, these look really good.”
“Yeah, I found the recipe online, some high-class fancy site. Hope they came out okay.”
“I’m sure you did great,” he chuckled. “By the way, that apron? It’s a good look for you.”
I looked down at my apron; it was one of those ‘kiss the cook’ ones, except with ‘kiss’ crossed out and ‘blow’ scribbled above it.
“Hey, cooking bacon in boxers is just asking for trouble.” I laughed as I plated said bacon and joined him at the table.
“That’s true. Been there; done that.” Tay giggled, eyeing me as I pulled the apron off before sitting down. I noticed Tay was wearing the ring around his neck; I smiled as I looked at it, hanging just below the lock I’d given him. Those two necklaces told the story of our relationship, or at least a part of it, how it had progressed in the short time we’d been together. I reached out and touched the ring, turning it so I could see the inscription.
“I’m not sure which one of us likes it more,” he said, blushing a little.
“You do like it though, right?”
“Yeah. Of course I do.”
“Good.” We smiled at each other for another second, then dug into our breakfast.
“You think things are gonna be okay with Zac?” I asked after a bit. His brow furrowed, and I hoped I hadn’t completely ruined the mood.
“I… I don’t know. I hope so, but it’s probably gonna be pretty bad at first.”
I sighed heavily. Coming between him and his wife, whom he admitted to no longer loving, that I could live with. But I’d come between him and his brother. If anyone knew how damaging and painful that could be, it should have been me.
“I mean, no one’s really happy that I came out here for the week. Not that anyone but Zac knows I’m seeing you… I did text Natalie when my flight was landing, though. Gave her a little early warning.”
“She mad you didn’t come home?”
“Probably, but she has this way of being really, really nice when she’s angry. It’s kinda scary. She think’s I’m working, though. At least, she can’t really prove that I’m not…”
“Well I did put you to work,” I said, smirking and trying to lift the mood. The blush that immediately painted his cheeks was priceless.
“Yeah, well…”
“And what a job you did,” I went on, leaning closer and nipping at his ear.
“Thank you,” he giggled. Suddenly, waffles and wives were the furthest things from my mind.
I rested a hand on his thigh and lowered my voice, whispering in his ear. “Such a hard worker. So eager to please.”
“Mhm,” he sighed out, his eyes fluttering shut. I wrapped a hand around his dick through his boxers, not the least bit surprised at how hard he was already. He groaned, his head falling back as I kissed his neck and stroked him slowly. He moaned my name, and that was all I could take.
“Think I found something better for breakfast,” I said, pulling back and smirking.
“Oh, is that so?” He replied, his breathing ragged. I nodded and pushed my chair back.
“Breakfast in bed.”
“Sounds good to me.”
As I headed upstairs, I thought about something. Taylor had been so good to me, the perfect sub. He was more than I ever could have asked for. And it went beyond just the sex; he was good for me, making me a better person. I’d never known love like I felt for him, and though part of me hated the idea of getting all emotional over a guy, a different part felt like I was really living for the first time. I wanted to show him just how much it meant to me, but words didn’t seem like enough. Proposing was definitely a major step in the right direction, but it only represented half of what our relationship was.
There was one more thing I could give him, I realized.
“C’mere,” I said, sitting on the edge of the bed and holding Tay’s hips.
“Where, here?” He smirked down at me, then bent down so I could kiss him. It was always that way, him letting me lead. It was one of the things I loved about him; not that he was submissive, exactly, though that was obviously part of it. But it was that he trusted me so much, handing over control without even thinking.
We kissed for a minute, holding each other, but I didn’t want to drag things out, not now. I turned and tossed him to the bed, then crawled over him. He giggled softly as he hit the mattress, his eyes widening when I gave a playful growl.
“Somethin’ funny?” I asked, biting his neck and running a hand up his chest.
“Not a damn thing.”
My fingers toyed with the ring hanging from his neck. I pulled the necklace off of him, taking the ring and grabbing his hand.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You,” he answered, with zero hesitation or uncertainty.
“No one else?”
“No, no one.”
I nodded, then slipped the ring onto his finger and kissed him hard. I felt him sigh against me as he returned the kiss. I pulled back, looking him in the eye as I moved my own ring from my neck to my hand.
“Mine?” he said softly, and I felt my heart swell a little.
“Damn right,” I replied with a smirk, taking his left hand in mine and kissing him deeply. His back arched as he leaned against me, trying to be closer. I rolled to my side, flipping us so he was on top. He eyed me curiously as he kissed my neck, and I could see the questions he wanted to ask. I held his cheek, trying to keep my dominant tone.
“You said you’d do anything for your Master, right?”
“Yeah… I did. And I will.” His eyes widened a bit, and I knew the suspense of what my next order would be was probably killing him. I pulled him in for a kiss, then whispered against his lips.
“I want you to fuck me.”
“I… oh. Okay.” Taylor trembled a little, and I smiled.
“You know that’s not really an order, right?”
“Order or not, you think I’m gonna refuse?”
I rolled my eyes, and part of me wanted to smack him for the sass, but this wasn’t the time for that. “I just want you to know what this means, okay? You know me; do I look like the kind of guy that lets anyone top him?”
“No, I know this is a big step for you… for us. If it’s what you want, then it’s what we’ll do.” He leaned down and kissed my jaw and neck more gently than I thought was possible, even for him. I took a breath, trying to relax and just enjoy the sensations. I stroked his hair gently as he kissed further down my chest, taking his time, his eyes never leaving mine.
I wanted to tell him he didn’t have to go that slow, but the torture was a pleasure all its own. Finally, he made his way down to my hips, batting his eyelashes as he tugged at my boxers. I lifted my hips a little so he could pull them down, and as he looked at me he smiled and ran his tongue slowly across his lips.
“Fucking tease,” I muttered, smirking. He giggled, but then dragged his tongue up my length. I groaned and leaned my head back; if there was one thing Taylor was amazing at (among countless other things, of course), it was giving head.
“Fuck, you’re good at that…”
He smiled up at me, taking my dick deeper down his throat. I tangled my fingers in his hair, gripping it for a second, but stopped myself. It had to be different this time. I moved my hand away from his hair and grabbed a fistful of the sheets instead.
“Just tell me if I need to slow down or anything,” Tay said as he pulled back, reaching for the bottle of lube on the nightstand.
“Don’t worry, babe. I trust you.”
“Okay. Good.” He smiled, then poured a little lube onto his fingers. When he pressed one against me, I winced a little but tried to hide it. He watched me like a hawk as he slid his finger part way in.
“Fuck,” I hissed, biting my lip and taking slow breaths. It hurt a little, but not enough to make me want to stop. Tay pressed his other hand on my hip, steadying me as he slid his finger into me fully. I felt my back arch off the bed and I let out a sudden breath. My fists tightened, the knuckles blanching, and Tay held still. The hand on my hip held me tight, his thumb circling against my skin slowly. After a few seconds of forcing myself to relax, I gave Tay a nod. He slowly began thrusting, while also taking my cock in his mouth again.
“Ooh, fuck…” As good as his finger felt inside me, having him fuck me with it was ten times better, and feeling him suck me off at the same time just added to it. He smiled around my dick a little as he picked up the pace. I reached down to stroke his hair, forcing myself to keep a gentle touch. I was breathing heavier, my head swimming as I tried to focus. I felt him press a second finger against me, and he raised an eyebrow up at me.
“Yeah,” I panted, nodding. I wanted more, I wanted him. He slid the second finger in with the first, thrusting both of them. When he moved his head lower to lick at my balls I let out a loud moan, my hips bucking a little.
He stared up at me, his eyes lit with a fire I’d never seen in him before. I wondered if that was how I looked to him when I was taking him. I liked it.
“Fuck, Tay…” I bit my lip hard as I rocked my hips against his hand.
“Just say when,” he purred, his lips curled in a prideful grin. My first instinct was to remind him of his place, but right then, that was his place. I’d given him the reins, and I couldn’t fault him for taking them.
“Driving me fucking crazy here, I hope you know that…” I let my head fall back to the bed, gripping at the sheets again.
“Thank you,” he chuckled, his cheeks pink.
“Pretty sure that’s my line right now.” I squirmed against his thrusts, it was good but not enough. I wanted him to fuck me, more than I’d ever thought I wanted to be fucked, but what he was doing with his fingers felt so good I didn’t want that to end either. “God, Tay, just… just don’t stop, okay?”
He chuckled again, curling and thrusting his fingers, and running his tongue teasingly slowly up my dick. I cursed and writhed, rocking my hips and staring down at him. I didn’t care how needy I looked right then, how completely not-Dom I was acting.
“Tay… please…”
“Yeah?” Tay pulled back and crawled over me, his eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks. I held his face and kissed him deeply, then looked at him. “Okay… yeah. Ready?” He pulled away just far enough to grab the lube, pouring some onto himself and moaning a little as he rubbed it in.
“Yeah,” I said, nodding. I had been kind of vague before, and we had never really talked about my history, but it needed to be said. I needed him to understand exactly what I was offering him. “You know you’re the only guy who’s ever gotten to do this, right?”
He paused, his hand still on his own dick. “No, I… no. Wow. Okay.”
“I know that’s kind of a lot to put on you, but I wanted you to know.” I looked up at him, smiling a little. “First, last, and only, far as I’m planning.”
“No, that’s… That means a lot to me, Scott. Really.”
I nodded, and pulled him down for a kiss as he lined himself up. “All yours, babe.”
He smiled down at me, carefully thrusting the first couple inches into me. My eyes shut and my back arched, every muscle tightening.
“Holy fuck…”
“I’m gonna assume that’s good,” Tay said, smiling proudly and thrusting deeper in. I wrapped my arms around him, moaning louder and cursing. He grinned wider, placing his hands on either side of my head and thrusting all the way in.
“Fuck…” I bent my knees and rocked my hips against him. I had never felt so stretched, so full, but so… good. I was on fire, that carnal thrill I got whenever I topped someone multiplied beyond count. I let out a laugh, just to break the tension. “No wonder you like this so much…”
Taylor laughed as well, rolling his hips to match my small movements. I hissed a little and gripped his arms. It was a tease, and I couldn’t take much more.
“Tay, just… fucking please.”
Finally, he braced himself and started really thrusting. I moaned, growled even, as I was filled over and over again with his cock.
“Fuck,” he moaned, biting his lip. “You feel so… so good, Scott.”
“Yeah, you too babe. God…”
He sped up, leaning his head on my shoulder. I kissed his jaw, turning his face so I could kiss him deeply. I felt his hand snake between us and wrap around my dick, stroking in time with his thrusts. I wrapped my arms around him, my fingers digging into his back. I was starting to break a sweat, but I didn’t care.
“Love you so much, Scott,” he panted. “So fucking much.”
“Love you,” I echoed, letting my head fall back. “Need you.”
“You got me, Scott. All of me.” He slowed down, but thrust deeper, harder into me, and I started to see stars.
“Same. More than anyone’s ever had. More than I’ve ever wanted to give.” I pressed my left hand against his chest, over his heart, and I could feel it racing. There wasn’t any separating the physical from the emotional anymore, and really, there never was for us. Our entire relationship, the two sides had always been intertwined.
“Oh, Scott…” His eyes went glassy as he rested his head on my shoulder. I closed my own misty eyes as I felt him touch my cheek, kissing me with a tenderness that should have contrasted how hard he was fucking me, but somehow didn’t.
“So fucking good to me,” I whispered against his lips. I hadn’t even meant to say it out loud, but he deserved to hear it.
“You deserve it, Scott,” he said, his voice low and his thrusts deep and intense. “You do. So good to me, too. You deserve… everything.”
“Bullshit. Just got lucky,” I started to say, but he put a finger over my lips and shook his head. I grabbed his hand and held it over my heart. “Just… you make everything better. You make me better.”
“Love you so fucking much, Scott.” A tear rolled down his cheek as he held me tight, his hips speeding up again, making me moan.
“So fucking much. God, babe. I’m so close.”
“Me too, Scott.” He wrapped his hand around my dick again, bringing me closer to the edge. I wrapped one hand around his arm, and tangled the other in his hair.
“Fuck… Take me there, Tay.”
“Come on, Scott,” he urged, trembling as he brought me to my climax. My back lifted off the bed, my limbs shaking as I came all over his hand and both our stomachs.
“Fuck… Taylor…”
He echoed my moan, digging his fingernails into my hip as he came a moment later. The sensation made me moan and shake all over again, my grip on his arm tightening.
“Fuck,” he sighed as he collapsed against me. “That was…”
I nodded, holding him and stroking his hair as I tried to catch my breath. “Best feeling ever?”
“I’m just… fuck.” He let out a relieved laugh, and I had to join in. “Really, though,” he said after a moment. “I know how big of a deal this was. And I guess I should say thank you. For trusting me this much.”
“You know I do,” I said, my eyes tearing up again from the emotional and physical overload. “Might be crazy, but that’s been our M.O. since day one, hasn’t it?” I let out a sigh and stroked his hair, kissing the top of his head. “I meant it, though. First, last… only.”
“I know. And I’m not… I’m not taking any of this lightly, I swear. I know it’s not simple now, and it’s probably going to get even more complicated, but I need you to know I’m in this just as much as you are.”
I looked down, letting his words sink in. Who cares if we’d only been together a couple months? We loved each other, wholly, and that was what mattered. I played with the ring on his finger, twisting it.
“Not a bad way to spend our last day together,” he said, watching me. I felt my smile fall, not really because of the reminder, but other things on my mind, other things he made me think about.
“There were times when I wasn’t sure I’d live to see thirty,” I told him. “The idea of a future, period, let alone with someone…” I gave a sad laugh, then looked up at him. At the man I loved. “You changed all that. I want a future. With you.”
“And you’ll have one. I promise.” He smiled sweetly at me for a few seconds, but then his expression turned more playful. “But how about right now you have breakfast with me? Even if we do probably have to reheat it…”
“Sure thing, babe,” I said, grinning. “But this time… you wear the apron.”