25
Gregory
“No touching,”Gregory said, wagging his finger at his house guests. Justin and Micah nodded, Aaron chortled, and Keith stared at the floor.
“You can touch each other, I don’t fucking care. But you don’t touchhim.”
“Got it, boss.” Aaron mock-saluted Gregory with a roll of his eyes.
There was a knock at the door, and Aaron glanced down at his watch.
“I’ll get it. That’s my guest. Their Uber must have just got here a little late.”
Aaron opened the front door and ushered his guest inside, bringing them into the living room, which Gregory had cleared out for the night.
“Oh. Hey,” Gregory said, shocked, his lip tipping up into a grin.
“Thanks for having me.” Verity gestured around the room and dipped low into a curtsy.
Gregory watched Aaron dance his fingertips down Verity’s exposed arm then lace their fingers together.
“I was just telling everyone Landon is off limits.”
“No complaints from me.”
“I think he’s gonna figure out who’s here, but I don’t want him to blatantly know because I don’t want him to be hyper-aware of it. He says he trusts me to take care of him, so I’m going to make sure he really does. If you guys want to go out back and hang out until he’s here, I’ll come get you in a bit.”
“There’s beer?” Aaron asked, gesturing toward the back patio with his head.
“Be mindful,” Gregory chided.
Aaron mocked him, and pulled Verity along toward the patio. Justin and Micah followed with Keith trailing behind. Gregory glanced at the couch, taking note of everything he’d brought out and hoped he hadn’t overlooked anything. There were some things he’d left upstairs, but that was because he had plans for Landon that didn’t involve five extra pairs of eyes.
Minutes later, the front door pushed open and Landon walked in. He was dressed casually in loose fitting jeans and a black pullover sweater. He looked around the living room—the furniture rearranged and pushed against the walls—then swallowed thickly when his eyes landed on Gregory.
Gregory didn’t have any fancy pieces of furniture to strap Landon down to, but he didn’t need any. Landon would bend and mold into whatever position Gregory wanted him, and he fully planned on testing every ounce of Landon’s restraint tonight.
“Where is everyone?” Landon asked in way of greeting.
“That doesn’t matter.” Gregory curled his finger and gestured for Landon to approach.
Landon closed the distance between them, stopping a foot away from Gregory. He tugged on the hem of his sweater, the only hint in his demeanor that he might be nervous.
“You trust me to take care of you?” Gregory asked him.
“Yes, Sir,” Landon promised.
“Take your clothes off,”
Landon pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it onto the couch, kicked out of his shoes and socks, and stripped off his pants and briefs. His cock was already halfway hard and it bounced in the space between them, the head shiny with precum.
"Lie down.” Gregory pointed to the coffee table.
Landon situated himself on the maple wood, his arms and legs hanging over the sides. Gregory reached for a set of leather cuffs, strapping them around Landon’s wrists and ankles, then secured them to each other around the legs of the table. He grabbed a blindfold and held it above Landon’s face so he could see the smooth material before he fastened it around Landon’s head.
Gregory straddled Landon, deliberately grinding the rough denim of his jeans against Landon’s cock. He leaned down and wrapped one hand around the back of Landon’s neck and pulled him up, seizing his mouth in a ferocious kiss. He battered Landon’s tongue with his own until Landon was whimpering and writhing in his restraints. He nipped and sucked until he tasted blood; then Gregory tore his mouth away and smiled, covering Landon’s eyes with the blindfold and tying it securely behind his head.
“Don’t forget I love you,” Gregory warned.
