I took his dripping hand off his softening cock and moved it over to my own, wrapping mine around his and holding it there, because once he was touching me again, I could not for the life of me make myself let go.
“Like this, Noe,” I growled, using his hand to start jerking myself off exactly the way I liked. “Just… just like… like fucking…this.”
And holy fuck, with his cum as my lube? With his hot, panting breaths on my neck and those pretty little whines of his starting to stutter out of him again as he let me use him as my own personal masturbation aid?
I wasn’t gonna last, and I didn’t fucking care. Especially not with my boy burrowing in even closer to me with every stroke, his sweet little body pressed up against mine and his grip on my cock tight and slick and motherfuckingperfectunder my hand as we jerked me off together. And when he finally used a little initiative and reached down to cup my balls with his free hand, rolling them just… fucking...right, and then pressing a finger up against my taint?
It was O-V-E-R,over.
“Noah… fuck… Noe… Jesus…baby.”
I shot so hard I saw stars, making a goddamn mess all over him… then shooting again, even though I should’ve been empty, when the possessive caveman inside me—the one that liked seeing that collar on him and fuckinglovedcalling him mine—realized I’d marked up my property. That I’d branded my claim right into his skin with my cum.
“Fuck,” I gasped, instantly wanting to do it all over again. He’d practically made me sprain my fucking balls with that last spurt, though, so I’d need a minute. Still, it was a small price to pay for the best damn orgasm of my life. Hell, the bestsexof my life, even if I wasn’t sure that the world’s fastest, sloppiest hand job actually counted as “sex.”
Next time, we’d do better.
Next time, I’d last more than a hot fucking second... and maybe we’d get a little more creative, too. Because now that I’d had a taste of what my boy really wanted? Oh,hellyeah. I was one hundred percent on board the master-slave train he wanted to ride, and there wasdefinitelygonna be a next time. That collar of his wasn’t coming off, maybe not ever, and after I’d cleaned him up and gotten some aspirin down his throat, I told him so.
“Okay, G,” Noah murmured, snuggling against me since I’d also told him he wasn’t allowed to sleep in his own bed, not now that he belonged to me. He said it with a yawn, though, and about two point five seconds later was already doing the adorable little snuffle-snore thing he always did when he’d been drinking.
I figured the chances of him remembering what his master had told him come morning were somewhere between slim and none. No worries, though. I’d just tell him again when he woke up… and maybe rethink the whole collar-not-coming-off thing, too, since it looked like it might be irritating his neck.
In the morning, though.
Noah wasn’t the only one sleep had slammed into like a goddamn freight train as soon as his balls were empty. At least I managed to wrap an arm around him and tuck him against me where he belonged before that train took me out completely, though, cracking my jaw on a yawn of my own as I started to go under. I had no fucking stamina tonight, that was for damn sure, but in my defense, it was a lot of work, taking care of my property like this.
Worth it, though.
Motherfuckingworth it.
Noah always was, always had been, and always would be.
4
Noah
My bladder woke me up,but I ignored it, because I could tell if I moved I was going to feel crappy. Not, like, death-is-preferable levels of crappy, but there was definitely a hangover hovering and waiting to pounce.
I took a slow, deep breath, careful to stay still so it didn’t spot me. (Inspiration from those super-stealth jungle animals in the nature documentaries Gage had made me swear never to tell anyone he liked to watch sometimes).
Then I took a second breath, a deeper one, because apparently I’d passed out in a warm, snuggly cloud of cinnamon deliciousness that smelled exactly like my favorite thing in the world, and I would happily die of needing-to-pee-itis if it meant I could just lie here and breathe it in for the rest of my life.
Butthenthe cinnamon-scented slice of heaven I was lying on moved, and my eyes shot open—too fast,ow, the hangover pounced—and I realized that this particular slice of heaven actuallywasmy favorite thing in the world.
I was lying on top of Gage.
“Morning,” he said in that scratchy, rumbly, half-awake tone that had been making my stomach feel more and more fluttery ever since we’d officially become roommates at the start of the school year. But then, just as fast as the flutters started, they choked on some seriously-blurry-but-omigod-amazingmemories from the night before, asphyxiated completely out of sheer terror, and fell over dead.
“Oh my God,” I blurted, scrambling backward and falling out of the bed—Gage’sbed—because it was only a twin which was definitely too small for the two of us and it was alsohisbed which I never slept in because why would we sleep together when there were two beds in the room but… but… but…
But we obviouslyhad.
We’dslept together.
In Gage’s bed.
And that meant that the whole getting-naked-and-touching-Gage’s-dick-after-I’d-come-so-hard-my-eyes-had-crossed part of those amazing, blurry memories from the night before might…
