“Yes, sir.”
Scott came to a complete stop the moment the honorific hit the air.
Joe chuckled, tightened his hold around Scott’s shoulders and nudged him into resuming their progress toward his car. “I’m not going to complain if that’s what you want to call me, Scottie,” he whispered in his ear. Hell, if it was pet commands that brought out Scott’s subbiest side, Joe had no problem with that.
Scott blushed, but that was probably less at being treated like a pet and more from blurting out the honorific for the first time. He didn’t utter a single word during the drive across town, to the last McDonalds Joe could remember passing. He didn’t speak when Joe stopped his car, in the nearest on-street parking space to the McDonalds either.
Joe turned in his seat. If it hadn’t been for the fact Scott’s hard-on was tenting his trousers, Joe might have thought he was having a full blown panic attack.
“They had a really strict dress code in that restaurant,” Joe said, conversationally.
Scott glanced in his direction.
“No tie, no table.”
Scott swallowed, but he still didn’t speak.
“Of course, that wasn’t the only reason I told you to wear a tie.”
“I’m n-not sure what you mean,” Scott finally whispered.
Joe reached out and tugged Scott’s tie, tightening the knot. “It’s not leather cuffs, but it will look just as good tied around your wrists as it does around your neck.”
Scott peered down at the pale blue fabric as if he had never seen it before. “I prefer you when you’re l-like this.” His expression changed, making it obvious that he’d had no intention of saying that out loud.
“Like this?” Joe raised an eyebrow.
“Kinky s-suits you.”
Joe chuckled. Leaning forward, he brushed their lips together. “Submissiveness suits you,” he said, against Scott’s mouth.
Scott looked down, resting his forehead against Joe’s temple.
“So does confidence,” Joe murmured as he trailed kisses back toward Scott’s ear. “They’re not mutually exclusive, you know?”
Scott took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
Joe gave him a minute before he spoke up again. “Now, go and fetch some food for us, okay?”
Scott nodded. Taking his wallet out of his back pocket, Joe tossed it to Scott. One glance at Joe’s expression and Scottseemed to realise that who would pay wasn’t up for debate. He didn’t bother to argue, he merely listened to Joe’s menu order and nodded again before leaving the car.
Joe watched in the rear view mirror as Scott disappeared into the building. Just as he’d suspected, Scott’s jacket was long enough to hide his embarrassment. No one was going to spot Scott’s hard-on unless Scott wanted them to.
A few minutes later, Joe saw Scott step back onto the pavement; two brown paper bags and Joe’s wallet in one hand, and a cardboard tray containing two drinks balanced precariously in the other.
For some reason, Scott seemed to think that there was a curse attached to the wallet. The moment he was back in the car, Scott set the bags of food on his lap and pushed the wallet into Joe’s hands as if he couldn’t wait to get rid of it. “The bill c-came to—”
“I don’t ask men to trust me to tie them up, or spank them, unless I’m willing to put my trust in them in return,” Joe cut in. He slid the wallet back into his pocket without checking its contents.
Scott glanced up at Joe through his lashes as he offered him one of the bags of food.
“No. You hang on to it for now. I know the perfect spot for us.” Joe pulled away from the kerb. The park he had in mind was close to the edge of town. Their luck was in. There wasn’t a single car parked by the lake when they arrived. Joe pulled into the furthest parking spot from the path. Perfect…
The sound of rustling paper filled the car as they both opened their bags. While Scott kept his eyes firmly on his meal, Joe barely even noticed what he was eating. His attention was all on Scott. But, no matter how hard Joe stared at Scott, it was impossible for him to tell what was going on in Scott’s mind.He didn’t seem to be on the verge of a panic attack at that very moment—but that never seemed to last long with Scott.
Eventually, Scott glanced across the car at him. Joe made a point of catching his eye, more for the joy of making him blush than anything else.
“If anyone s-sees the windows all steamed up, they’re g-g-going to think we’re screwing each other in here,” Scott offered.
