“How can you ‘kind of quote’? Anyway, I want to know about a real vice. Something you don’t dare admit in polite company.”
Curtis threw his hands in the air. “Fine. You win. I like to sit on the couch warming my crotch with my hand Al Bundy-style while I watchThe Gilmore Girls. Happy?”
Andrew couldn’t help it. He started laughing so hard, his sides hurt. “That’s hilarious! I never thought it possible to have Al Bundy andThe Gilmore Girlsin one sentence!”
“Two series that definitely aren’t compatible….”
They looked at each other. Heat flared in Andrew’s belly. He licked his lips and watched Curtis’s gaze following the movement with hitching breath.
“What do you think? Are you up for a small scene? Or do you want to wait? Get to know me better? Both are fine for me.”
Andrew held his breath while Curtis thought about his proposal. “I think I’m good. I mean, technically, we already had sex—or at least a mind-blowing hand job—and on our second date no less. It’s moving fast, but then again, we’re no spring chickens anymore. We’re consenting adults who have needs.”
“You don’t have to sell me on it, boy.” Andrew lifted a brow.
Curtis sighed. “I’m not trying to. I think I’m trying to rationalize the need I feel for you. It’s been a while since I last felt so reckless.”
“Then let’s be reckless together, boy.”
Curtis nodded. “How do you wish to be addressed?”
“‘Sir’ or ‘Master.’ I like both.” Andrew hesitated a moment. “I’m not planning anything harsh, but I still need your safewords, boy.”
Curtis seemed surprised by his request.
“You didn’t think I would suggest playing without safewords, did you, boy?”
“No, of course not. It’s just—I only realized now that I don’t want to use green, yellow, and red for playing with you, and I’m wondering what words I should choose.”
“You never had individualized safewords?”
“No. Jasper—my ex—always said the traffic light system was easiest for him to remember during a scene, and I never cared enough to put my foot down.” Curtis sounded almost relieved. “Now I’m glad, because this is a first I can give you. My own safewords.”
Andrew knew something so simple shouldn’t make the butterflies in his belly do a little dance, but here he was, giddy with joy about Curtis’s words.
“I’m honored, boy. And I’ll gladly help you find other firsts for both of us.”
They looked at each other with such deep understanding it almost hurt, though in the best way. “Do you need time to think about it?”
Curtis shook his head. “I think I already have them. How about ‘Degenerate Art’ for stop, ‘Dali’ for slow down, and ‘macarons’ for go?”
“Combining both our interests. Clever boy. I can definitely remember those.” Andrew rose from his seat, extending his hand toward Curtis. With a happy smile, his boy took it and led the way upstairs to a generous bedroom with a plush lavender carpet on polished hardwood floors, and a king-size bed with a wooden frame and a headboard with a stylized tree in black metal that was ideal for holding on to during sex or a scene. Or both. Andrew had a lively imagination. Next to the bed, on the wall across from the door, hung a picture that was most probably from Collin, and Andrew knew he would take a closer look—later. Now he had his boy to focus on. Curtis was standing in front of the bed, seemingly unsure how to proceed. Andrew smiled. He would take care of his boy. He took Curtis’s hands in his and kissed the palms reverently, showed his boy how much he appreciated the gift he was about to give him.
“I want to undress you, boy. Is that okay?”
“Yes, Master.” It came out breathless, which had Andrew’s cock straining against the confines of his jeans. He reached for the three buttons on Curtis’s T-shirt and opened them. Then he took the hem and slid the T-shirt over Curtis’s head, revealed that fine upper body with a smudge of silver-black hair trailing down from the navel to the waistband of the slacks, and just enough additional flesh around the waist that Andrew would be able to properly grab him during sex. Not yet, though, and probably not even later tonight. They were still trying to get to know each other. There was no rush. This wasn’t a one-night stand or a casual scene with some stranger. This was so much more, and Andrew was determined to be patient, even though his libido was killing him.
He went for Curtis’s slacks next, exposed his long, fine legs and satin briefs in dark red. Andrew gulped when he saw Curtis’s cock tenting the smooth fabric. “You’re gorgeous, boy.”
Curtis whimpered. “Thank you, Master.”
Since Curtis wasn’t wearing shoes or socks, it was soon just his briefs hiding the most private parts of his body. Andrew took some time to watch his fill, to enjoy the faint flush on Curtis’s shoulders and neck. When his own cock screamed at him to finally do something, anything to break the tension, Andrew hooked his thumbs under the waistband of the briefs and tugged them down. Curtis stepped out of them easily and just like that, he was naked. Andrew stepped backward, took off his own T-shirt, and then resumed ogling his boy.
Curtis stood in a natural pose, his arms dangling loosely by his sides, his feet slightly apart, cock standing up proudly. It was obvious that he wasn’t ashamed of his body or his arousal. This easy, unforced display of self-confidence had Andrew drooling. He had always preferred partners with a backbone, a strong opinion, and he had thought it was because with such partners, the chances to mess up during a scene or unintentionally abusing them were smaller. Looking at Curtis in all his graceful glory made him realize he hadn’t been honest with himself. What he liked most about this situation was that a self-reliant man like Curtis was submitting to him. The thought made Andrew hesitate for a moment. Was this right? Was it okay to use a part of Curtis’s personality to feed his own kink? This was definitely something he would have to contemplate in more depth later on. Now he would concentrate on making it good for them both, so that even if he took unfair advantage of Curtis, he would have nothing to complain about.
Andrew stepped forward, circled Curtis, touched his soft, smooth skin, brushed his fingertips over the enticing curve of his ass, enjoyed the goose bumps following in their wake, teased Curtis’s spine with featherlight touches until his boy whimpered and a quick look assured Andrew that Curtis’s cock was already leaking precum. He pressed a few soft, wet kisses on his nape, between his shoulder blades, and on Curtis’s hard nipples when he stepped around him. Then he went to the bed, sat down at the edge, and looked Curtis in the eye. His boy’s gaze was soft, already a bit dazed. This was good.
“Would you kneel for me, boy?”
