“You’re a fucking mess,” I rasped out, wiping some of the cum and spit off his face as that blissed-out expression of his rearranged the insides of my chest in painfully satisfying ways that I’d fight to the death to hold onto. “And you’re fuckingbeautiful,” I added, because that was also true, even though it was definitely not the kind of thing I ever thought I’d be saying to another guy.
Well, hell, I never would say it to another guy. Just Noah. Only him. Forever.
He mumbled something I couldn’t catch, clearly wiped out, and I tucked myself away, then made quick work of stripping him down and cleaning him up, smirking with satisfaction when I got his pants off and found that yeah, I’d been right. He’d come like gangbusters, just from sucking me off.
The knowledge almost made the snake rear its head again, but then a wave of something that had nothing to do with lust washed over me, the devastated way he’d looked when he’d walked in the door still too fresh in my mind, and I squeezed Noah against me so tightly he coughed.
“Sorry, bro,” I said, which was only a little bit true. I made myself loosen my hold so he could breathe, though, definitely not hating it when he stayed plastered to me anyway. He felt fucking perfect in my arms… but then he suddenly stiffened.
“Gage?” he whispered, still sounding a little out of it, just like he should after coming for me like that… but now also kindalost, too, like all that bullshit with his parentals had just resurfaced from the sex-haze and was trying to sink its teeth into him again.
“Right here,” I said, holding him even closer—because fuck breathing, he neededme—and tipping his chin up so I could see his face. “Gonna take care of you, remember, sweetheart?”
“I know,” he started, his face crumpling a little. “But… but how will we actually…?”
I didn’t fucking know yet, but I’d figure it out.
“I’ve got you,” I said before he could start thinking about it too hard, picking him right up so I could settle him in my bed. And yeah, it was only midday, but on top of these parental worries, he was clearly worn the fuck out from emptying his balls so hard, all soft and boneless and too damn sweet.
My boy wasdone… and not gonna lie, despite my own lingering worries about coming up with a plan to handle the situation, it kinda made me want to beat my fucking chest and roar that I’d been the one to do him so well.
“Told you, I’m gonna figure it out, Noe,” I reminded him, pressing him down onto the mattress. He instantly tried to sit right back up, but I splayed a hand over his pecs to keep him where I wanted him. “Don’t worry about that shit right now. That’s my job.”
“But,Gage,” he said, grabbing onto my bicep. “I don’t want to leave y—”
“Who’s in charge?” I interrupted before he could say those words, staring him down while I held him in place.
Hewasn’tgonna leave me. Full stop.
Finally, Noah blinked, letting go of me as his hands fluttered up to touch his collar. “You are, Master,” he whispered.
“That’s right,” I said, my chest swellingwith satisfaction as he calmed down again. “And all you have to do right now is stay right here where I put you, baby, because Iamin charge, and I said so.”
He blinked up at me again, then finally nodded. “Okay, G.”
After a minute, he closed his eyes, trusting me like I’d asked him to, and something inside me relaxed.
“Just rest, baby,” I murmured, even though any other day, I’d have said that naps were for pussies. But Noah needed one, so that was what was gonna happen right now. He hadn’t slept enough the night before—my fault—and that exhaustion, on top of the metaphorical meteor strike his parentals had hit him with, plus waking up hungover this morning, not to mention how overwhelming this new level of motherfucking perfection between the two of us was… just saying, it was a lot, and it made me feel like a goddamn rock star to see him accept that I knew what was best for him. That it was my job to take care of him and that I was not only fully fucking qualified, but also ready, willing, and able to do so.
That collar he was wearing may have had its origins in a drunken game and a hot fantasy, but the way he’d embraced wearing it made it feel… serious. Like the collar and everything it meant about us was just as real—and just as fucking permanent—as his place in my life had always been.
Which I’d have to tell him.
Later.
Because first? He was gonna rest, just like I’d told him to, and I was gonna… well, guess I was gonna lie down and hold him while he did that, because that collar made me just as much his as he was mine, and right now—what with the afterglow from that epic blowjob settling into my bones, hot on the heels of how badly all that shit earlier had scared me—I just didn’t have it in me to let there be any space between us.
Nah, not “right now.” What I really meant was not ever.
I wasn’t going to let there be any space between usever.
8
Noah
I wokeup happier than I could remember being in approximately ever, which lasted a full ten seconds or so before I realized that the reason I couldn’t draw a full breath was that I was on a very small bed—Gage’svery small bed—sandwiched between Gage’s very-much-not-small body and the wall. That made me even happier… right up until I remembered the horrible breakfast with my parents and a black cloud of despair and misery descended, blotting all happiness and joy out of my life forever.
I must have made a sound.
