Pavel’s club had upper levels where live sex shows were common, but he’d never participated in one himself before. The closest he got to exhibitionism was the nude modeling he didwhenever one of the other male models canceled last minute. He had a soft spot for Professor Jewel, a woman who’d been friends with his mom since their own college days.
That day Zane had walked in on class, Pavel had gotten hard and leaked all over the dais. The professor had excused herself but left class running, covering her eyes as she’d gone—probably because it’d been weird as fuck for her. She’d taken care of his skinned knees and rubbed his snotty nose when he’d been a kid, after all.
He hadn’t been embarrassed—he was hot as hell, why would he be?—and after class, walking around, checking out the sketches…Some of his peers' best work had been created that day.
It’d been a great day for other reasons too.
Pavel had caught the possessive gleam in his eye before he’d fled. Had noticed the way Zane’s nostrils had flared in displeasure when he’d realized everyone was paying an insane amount of attention toallof Pavel’s body.
His doctor really didn’t like sharing.
Pavel was going to have to navigate the broadcast delicately.
It wasn’t long before Zane changed course, heading East as though giving up. Was the weather already getting to him? He’d never had a problem with getting wet in the past.
Curious, Pavel followed closely behind, watching the signs of Zane’s tracks as they turned and weaved, clearly on the search for something in particular.
The cabin came into view shortly after and a thrill coursed through Pavel as he slowed his approach. The front door had been left wide open as if that weren’t an indicator enough of where his delectable doctor had gone, but it was also too obvious. Was it an invitation, or a trap?
It was hard to hear with the rain pounding around him, slapping against the wooden roof as he took the stairs slowly. The cabin was a newer addition to the property, something he’d had built especially after their jaunt through the forest over two months ago now. He’d be lying if he hadn’t made it specifically for this, and he wondered if Zane had bothered looking around inside yet, if he’d noticed all of the items that’d been carefully selected just for him.
Pavel paused within the doorway, scanning the main room. There was only this space and a small, attached half bath. The door to that was closed, and he thought maybe Zane was in there.
The second he took a step inside, however, he was proven wrong.
Zane darted out from the other side of the front door, slamming Pavel against the wall next to it, hard enough to rattle the glass of the window. His hand circled his throat and he squeezed in warning, not that he needed to, since Pavel had gone still.
“Hey, gorgeous,” Pavel smirked. “This isn’t exactly the game we agreed on, now is it? Why aren’t you still running through the woods, hmm?”
Zane’s brow was furrowed, and he was staring at Pavel’s side. With his free hand, he reached and tugged Pavel’s pajama top up, exposing the area where he was still bandaged. “I forgot about this. You’ve got it wet. We should head back and change—”
Pavel growled. “No, no. You don’t get to call an end to this whenever you feel like it.”
He huffed out a breath. “I’m worried you’ll get infected, you idiot. Let’s—”
“No.”
Zane stared him down for a moment, then seemed to realize it wasn’t going to get him anywhere. Switching things up,he pressed himself against Pavel, his touch around his throat gentling as his free hand roamed up and down his side, finger hooking into the waistband of Pavel’s pajama bottoms.
“How about a different sort of game then,” Zane suggested, voice silky and sweet, hinting that he had something wicked up his sleeve. “It’s called ‘Doctor, May I’. The rules are rather simple. You ask if you can do something, and I give a yes or no answer.”
Pavel quirked a brow. “I’m not sure how you expectthatto sound more appealing to me than getting to breed you in the woods.” Although, having permission to call him doctor was kind of hot…
“Well, for starters,” Zane slipped Pavel’s pants down enough for his cock to spring free, “I never said I’d be using my words to respond.” He moved to stroke him, tipping his head as he scanned Pavel’s face for any sign of change as he played with his most intimate parts. “If I can get you off within five minutes, you have to come back to the house with me and let me bandage your wound.”
“No.” Pavel couldn’t let him do that, no matter how tempting it sounded. Especially since it was the first time his bashert was truly coming onto him. Not to mention, the last time they played by Zane’s rules, he’d lost miserably.
“Fine.” Zane went to step away, but Pavel captured his wrist, keeping his hand on his heavy cock.
He really, really wanted this…Damn it. Pavel's injury was the only thing keeping Zane here. Using that guilt against him was the only card he had at the moment, and he couldn’t risk losing it. However…
There was no way he’d reach orgasm before five minutes were up. He wasn’t some horny teenager getting off to porn for the first time in his parent's basement. Which meant there wasn’t really a risk at all.
“Wait.” It was stupid, but he was greedy. “Don’t think I don’t recall how you beat me before. I’m onto you now. I know you only suggest games when you’re confident you can’t lose.”
“Does that mean you aren’t confident you can last longer than five minutes?” he taunted.
“It means,” Pavel corrected, making a mental note to prove to him just how long he could last later, “I want something more before I agree.”
