“And you should probably dress before we go,” Joe said. “As much as I’d love for you to ride home behind me nude, it’s too cold today.”
“Yes, s-sir.”
Joe grinned. If he’d ordered him to leave nude, he was sure Scott would actually do it. His submission was that deep. No survival instincts now; not even any nerves, just complete trust.
“Anyway, I’m looking forward to seeing you squirm when you feel your clothes against your skin.” He palmed Scott’sbuttocks with one hand, pulling him close so Scott’s nipples rubbed against his chest.
Scott whimpered, but the only words that left his lips were another, “Yes, sir.”
So perfect, Joe thought to himself. And that gave him so many options. The possibilities were endless with Scott. As they made their way around, cleaning up the stations they used, Joe couldn’t help but realise that Scott’s depth of submission meant he might be able to enjoy doing things with him that rarely appealed to him with less spectacular submissives.
Joe’s cock hardened behind his fly. Yes, Scott was one of those guys he really did want in that very particular way. He had their next date planned already.
Part Twelve: First Class
My place. Friday. Midnight. Expect to stay the night.
Scott would have felt better if there had been a little bit more information contained in Joe’s note. Or, maybe not. Scott was reasonably sure he was never going to be able to turn up for a date with Joe without feeling his stomach tying itself into knots.
It was equally impossible to believe that he’d arrive at Joe’s without his cock being so hard it was testing the strength of the stitching around his fly, but he was quite happy to keep popping wood every time he visited Joe. It was a far more pleasant sensation than nervousness, and he didn’t want to stop finding Joe as hot as hell.
Scott smiled at the idea that Joe could ever be anything other than hellishly erotic. Just at that moment, the door swung open.
“That’s a nice surprise,” Joe said.
Scott blinked. “Surprise?” He peered down at his wrist-watch. “I th-thought—”
“I meant the smile,” Joe cut in. “It’s good to see you looking more relaxed, more confident.”
“Oh…” Scott dutifully tried to ignore the fact that he was now as tense as any man could be.
Joe chuckled and shook his head in mock exasperation, as he stepped back and let Scott in.
Scott shuffled his feet against the hall carpet, unable to think of anything to say that didn’t revolve around the fact that Joe had decided to wear clothes when he answered his door tonight. It would have been rude to complain that Joe’s foray into nudity had been so brief—like Scott thought he could make demands and state expectations.
Obviously, Joe had the right to wear whatever he wanted. He wasn’t the one who was frequently ordered to—
“Strip.”
Joe couldn’t have timed it better if he’d been able to read Scott’s thoughts straight out of his head. In the middle of setting down his overnight bag, Scott hesitated. The possibility of Joe being privy to all the crazy babbling that bounced around inside his mind was almost enough to make him want to turn tail and run.
“Any time you’re ready,” Joe prompted.
That was all he needed to say to pull Scott back into the moment. He pushed aside his irrational panic regarding sudden psychic abilities and focused on the far more sensible brand of panic that came from having kept Joe waiting.
At least that was something he could fix.
Placing each item of his clothing neatly on top of his bag in turn, Scott revealed his body with something closer to composure than he’d ever thought possible. He’d done it so often now, it almost felt natural.
After all this time, Joe was unlikely to realise that he was way out of Scott’s league and that he didn’t want to have sex with him after all.
Completely naked, Scott turned to look at Joe along the stark white hallway.
Against all logic, Scott couldn’t help but think that Joe looked nervous tonight too.
No. Not nervous. That didn’t make any sense. Joe wasn’t an anxious sort of guy. But, stressed-out, maybe?
“Have you had a b-bad d-day?” Scott blurted out.
