Joe smiled; punctuality was such a nice trait in a sub. He made his way to the front door, neither rushing nor making a point of keeping Scott waiting. There was no room for games like that in his plans for the evening.
He didn’t bother looking through the peephole before he opened the door.
Scott smiled as their eyes met, but his expression quickly changed as he took in Joe’s outfit of choice. Apparently, he’d never seen a man open his front door stark bollock naked and very ready to screw.
Scott’s lips formed a perfect O. He moved his attention all the way down to Joe’s feet before bringing it slowly back up his body. When Joe felt Scott had been given enough time to gawp, he stepped back and welcomed him into the flat.
It would have been wrong to say that Scott pulled himself together at that point. Joe wasn’t sure he’d ever seen Scott actually achieve “together” in all the time they’d spent with each other. But Scott stepped inside the flat and followed Joe to hisbedroom without hyperventilating, and Joe was very willing to consider that close enough.
“That’s n-new, isn’t it?” Scott indicated the huge flat screen TV set up on a low cabinet opposite the foot of Joe’s bed.
“It’s new to my place. I borrowed it from a friend,” Joe replied, casually moving to stand alongside the bed.
“Oh…” Scott’s brow furrowed in confusion.
“You asked me to show you exactly what I like,” Joe reminded him.
Scott nodded. A second later, everything seemed to click together inside his head. “Of course. Porn!”
Columbus couldn’t have sounded more thrilled with his discovery when he stumbled upon America.
“Yeah,” Joe agreed. “Porn.” He even managed to keep a straight face as he said it.
Scott headed toward the DVDs stacked up next to the screen.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Joe asked.
Scott stopped and looked over his shoulder.
“I’m naked. You’re not,” Joe hinted.
“Oh, I’m s-sorry.” Scott hurriedly grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it over his head.
Apparently, in some ways, Joe already had Scott better trained than he’d realised. Scott stripped himself down to his bare skin without any hint of shyness or hesitation; he was already getting hard, but he made no attempt to hide his cock.
All thought of DVDs forgotten now, Scott simply stood with his hands at his sides and waited for another order. Such a good sub.
Joe sat on the bed and settled himself comfortably against the pillows he’d propped up against the headboard in preparation for their scene. “Come here.”
Scott climbed onto the bed and crawled across the expanse of dark blue sheets until he knelt next to Joe. He licked his lips in apparent anticipation, obviously expecting Joe to give him permission to go down on him.
Catching hold of Scott’s wrist, Joe deftly re-arranged him so they sat side by side with both of them leaning back against the headboard and their legs stretched out toward the TV.
Joe picked up the DVD remote from his bedside table and pressed play. A hard cock appeared on the TV, almost completely filling the screen. There was a man’s hand wrapped around the shaft, pumping it in strong determined movements. A groan of pleasure filled the air as the TV speakers kicked into action.
A spurt of pre-cum left the tip of the actor’s cock. He caught it in his palm and used it to slick his touch. He gasped, obviously already close to coming.
Joe turned to Scott; he was staring at the screen, wide-eyed and completely mesmerised. If Scott had seen gay porn before, he was a bloody good actor. His impression of a man who hadn’t so much as caught a glimpse of anything rated above PG was Oscar-worthy.
Reaching across the thin strip of blanket between them, Joe wrapped his fingers around Scott’s cock. Scott jerked as if receiving an electric shock. Forget static, this seemed more like the voltage that inspired little yellow signs showing men and lightning bolts.
Scott glanced toward Joe and then back to the screen, apparently unable to cope with both at the same time.
Joe watched Scott’s reaction with great interest. He also made a point of keeping his hand in place while he waited out Scott’s momentary panic. There would be no backing off today. He wouldn’t take it easy on Scott just because he was soobviously innocent. Today, Scott’s only outs were his safe word or a full blown panic attack.
With plate tectonic haste, Scott relaxed enough to be able to lean back against the pillows rather than sit ram-rod stiff, ready to leap out of the bed at the next sudden movement.
Scott looked rapidly from Joe’s face to the screen and back, occasionally dropping his gaze to look at the way Joe’s hand encircled his shaft. A minute passed and a fourth point appeared on Scott’s itinerary—Joe’s cock. By the time another sixty seconds had slipped away, Scott had stopped looking at anything but Joe’s erection.
