“Ha!” Mickey barked out a quick laugh. “Right, like anybody can get close enough to him to actually fuck him.”
“Just saying. That’s the rumor now.”
“That’s fuckin’ stupid.” Mickey tipped his beer back. “No one will ever believe it.”
“Stranger things have happened.”
The oven dinged, signaling it was preheated.
Roger made quite the show of bending over to put the tray in, and he was rewarded with another hard smack on his ass. “Mmm, Mickey. You do care!”
“Take off your clothes,” Mickey ordered. “You’re way too overdressed. Next time, break in naked.”
“Sounds like a date,” Roger drawled as he stripped, flinging his clothes across the floor. He was already hard, and his chest was flushed.
Mickey let his eyes wander over Roger’s muscular body, enjoying every firm inch of him.
Mine.
“Pick up your clothes.” Mickey chugged his beer. “Go fold them, leave them by the bed. Oh, and when you come back? Grab me another beer.”
“Yes, master.” Roger gritted his teeth, but he obeyed. He gathered the clothes and stormed off in a huff.
Mickey snickered to himself, loving Roger’s rage as much as he savored the thrill of this power. Roger would do anything asked of him no matter what. That was weirdly comforting.
Roger would go above and beyond for him, as a matter of fact. Like breaking into the old safe house the police were probably still watching just to steal some damn lasagna they’d made together.
Mickey’s heart fluttered, and he was smiling when Roger came back.
He stepped toward the fridge, but Mickey cut him off. “Wait, master, your beer?”
“Later.” Mickey pulled Roger in close, dragging his hands down his back and cupping his round ass. “Mmm, you really are so beautiful.”
“Did you hit your head while I was in the other room?” Roger grinned. “I didn’t think I was gone that long.”
“Shut the fuck up and let me compliment you.”
“Mmm, yes, master.” Roger wrapped his arms around Mickey’s shoulders. “Whatever you want.”
“You’re beautiful, you’re strong, and I’m starting to believe you really love me.” Mickey kissed him. “Thank you for bringing the lasagna.”
“I’d do anything for you.” Roger brushed their noses together, sliding his fingers over Mickey’s scalp and rolling his hips forward. “Anything.”
“I know.” Mickey squeezed Roger’s ass, encouraging him to move as he took his lips once more in a fierce kiss.
Roger moaned, kissing him back passionately and grinding hard. “Mmm, yes. Come on. I need you, master. Please, please, please…”
“Not yet.” Mickey licked his lips. “Bend over the counter for me.”
“But master!”
“Gotta get your punishment out of the way before you can have your reward.”
Roger fussed but got into position, leaning over the counter and arching his ass up. “I’m ready for you, sir.”
God, yes. Mickey loved when Roger presented himself so obediently like this, like a fancy steak dinner about to be devoured. He felt more powerful than even Boss Cold to have another person so bound to carrying out his every little whim, and it was hard not to fuck Roger right there on the spot.
“I bet your ass is already full of fuckin’ lube too.” Mickey stood behind him, and he spread his cheeks wide. He saw a tell-tale glisten around Roger’s hole and chuckled. “Oh, you slut.”
