Someone working further down the bar called time. Everyone began to make their way toward the door, except Scott—he remained on his stool. Even if he hadn’t been sure that was what Joe expected him to do, looking away from Joe was unthinkable.
The room fell silent around them. Scott’s heart beat faster and faster. Finally, Joe’s lips quirked into a smile and the world kicked back in motion. Joe walked a little way down the bar. Scott glanced into every shadowy corner of the room, checkingno one else was around. He took a deep breath. They were the only ones there.
If this was going to happen, it was going to happen now. Scott wiped his hands on his jeans as his palms turned slick with sweat. The skin across his buttocks tingled, and Joe hadn’t even looked at his arse, let alone struck it.
Adrenaline rushed through Scott’s veins, and his throat went dry. He was going to be spanked by Joe. He grinned at that knowledge, unsure how he’d managed to get so lucky.
Incapable of sitting still for another moment, Scott clambered down from his high barstool. His trainers squeaked against the floorboards. Joe looked up from whatever he’d been doing on the other side of the bar.
Scott froze. “Sh-should I…?” He waved a hand toward the empty room.
“Should you what?”
Scott fiddled with the end of his belt as he tried to think of a sensible way to finish the sentence. Should he set up whatever Joe needed in order to spank him? Should he bare his backside in readiness?
“Your arse will get hellish cold on the ride home if you drop your jeans now,” Joe warned, when Scott failed to utter a single word.
“H-home?” Scott repeated blankly.
“What?” Joe asked, turning to face Scott properly. “Did you think I was going to spank you here? And then what, send you off home before you could even sit comfortably behind the wheel of your car?”
“Um…Yes?” Scott said. “Or in a t-taxi anyway—turns out my car’s a write off and…”
His words died as Joe shook his head in apparent disbelief.
“Well, like you said. I know what I’m doing. You don’t.” Joe pushed himself away from the shelf behind the bar. “You’re coming home with me tonight.”
Joe stepped out from behind the bar, picked up his jacket and headed for the door. Scott hurried after him. He only just reached the front door in time to slip out before Joe pulled the shutters down and ended up locking him inside.
Joe tutted. “Keep up, Scottie.”
Scottie?Folding his arms across his chest, Scott just stood there, feeling very much like a spare part while Joe locked up the club.
Joe never hesitated. His movements were strong and confident. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t doing anything kinky at that particular moment; Scott was still enthralled by every movement of Joe’s body.
Scott was so busy admiring the view, he was caught completely off guard by a set of keys suddenly being thrown in his direction. He missed the catch and had to pick them up off the pavement.
“In the panniers on my bike, there’s a spare helmet, some gloves, and a jacket; put them on.”
Scott obeyed; it didn’t occur to him to do anything else. Obedience was what his dates with Joe were all about. Every command made Scott’s cock harder.
All things considered, Scott was quite proud of how steady his hands were as he undid the lock, took out the garments, and re-locked the panniers.
Shutters were still rattling down behind Scott as he pulled the helmet on and clawed at the chin strap, determined he wouldn’t make a fool of himself by fumbling about with the damn thing in front of Joe again. Scott let out a relieved breath as he realised he’d completed that part of his assignment before Joe joined him alongside the bike.
The helmet muffled the sounds of the outside world and made them hard to distinguish, but Scott didn’t worry about that as he pulled on the gloves. The leather was thick. They limited his sense of touch just as thoroughly as the helmet reduced his hearing.
Scott wasn’t sure if it was the muffled sound of footsteps that alerted him to Joe’s approach, or if it was some sort of sixth sense, but he turned just in time to see Joe step up alongside him. In the comparative privacy of the helmet, Scott was free to grin like an idiot.
Joe pulled on his jacket. Quick to follow his lead, Scott reached for the one he’d placed over the bike’s saddle. The bulk of the helmet made it difficult for him to look down to see what he was doing as he tried to zip up the jacket. The gloves were too big for him and made it feel like he was working through a dozen layers of thick cotton wool.
The visor blurred his vision, mostly because there was a smudge of something on the bit just in front of his right eye, but he was still able to recognise Joe’s bare hand as it calmly brushed his gloved fingers aside.
Joe had been sensible enough not to put his gloves on until he’d done up all the fiddly little buckles and clasps on his own jacket. Scott could only stare down, feeling helpless and childlike as Joe finished dressing him.
“All done,” Joe announced. He left Scott standing idly next to the bike as he threw one leg over the saddle and settled himself comfortably astride it. He slid his helmet on as easily as if it had been moulded specifically for his head. Finally, Joe nodded to Scott to get on behind him.
Scott already knew how amazing it felt when he was allowed to wrap himself around Joe for a ride. He didn’t need a second invitation. He slid his arms around Joe’s waist and tookas firm a grip on him as the oversized gloves would allow as Joe started the bike and pulled away from the kerb.
