“He l-likes it,” Scott whispered.
“Yes, he does.” Joe’s voice was filled with approval of that fact.
Scott slowly took in other details—ones which he was less certain about the implications of. The sub on the screen was built like a brick out-house, all muscle and tattoos. And it wasn’t just the man’s crotch that was shaved. There wasn’t a single hair on the actor’s head.
Scott lifted a hand to push it through his own hair as new uncertainty swirled inside him. Joe caught hold of his wrist and stopped him before he accidentally blocked Joe’s view of the screen. A second later, he released Scott’s other wrist and resumed masturbating him.
“I’m n-n-not like the g-g-guy on the screen,” Scott said, unable to avoid the obvious a second longer.
“No, you’re not.”
Scott swallowed. It wasn’t even as if the guy could be considered some sort of “after” picture—the image of a man Scott might become over time. A razor might give him the same haircut, but no amount of physical training could make him thatman. He’d never have that guy’s build; come to that, the man’s attitude was just as far out of Scott’s reach.
The man might have been a masochist, he might even have been a submissive, but there was nothing shy or uncertain about him. He looked like he could hold his own in any situation. He was the kind of guy who swaggered when he strode into a room and—
“If I wanted to screw him, or his double, that’s what I’d be doing. There are hundreds of men out there who look like him, and who act like him. Been there, done that.”
Joe’s grip tightened around both Scott’s wrist and his cock.
Scott’s fingers curled into fists in response but there was no way he could reach for Joe’s cock. In their new positions, there was no way he could touch anything. He couldn’t even grip the blankets without reaching over Joe’s thighs and making it obvious that he was already scrabbling for control.
“You d-don’t want that, w-want him?” Scott said, as calmly and conversationally as possible.
“No. I don’t screw second bests.” The frustration in Joe’s voice was clear, possibly because he didn’t seem to be making any attempt to hide it. “And I sure as hell don’t come back for more from someone unless he’s something pretty bloody special!”
Scott leaned to one side and looked over his shoulder at Joe. “So I should j-just shut up and enjoy the sh-sh-show without freaking out, r-right?”
“Smart boy,” Joe said, with one of his strange half-smiles.
He released Scott’s wrist and pressed another button on his remote. Apparently, he’d programmed everything very carefully, long before Scott had arrived on his doorstep. The next scene sprung into existence without either of them having to sit through boring titles or adverts for other releases.
Scott was almost ready for it this time. He did his best to remain composed and take in the most pertinent details without letting another rush of anxiety get the better of him.
One dom, one sub. That was good. Joe still hadn’t announced any desire to bring anyone else into a scene with them. Scott happily ticked that off his list of things to hyperventilate over.
The sub was on his knees, staring up at his dom with a look of pure devotion in his eyes. If he hadn’t known better, Scott might have thought the sub was looking up at some sort of religious artefact rather than another mere mortal. But, as he stared in the other sub’s eyes, Scott realised just how much better he knew.
That’s how I look at you.
Scott kept the words back, but it was a near run thing. There was no denying the truth. Scott knew, deep down, that that was the way he looked at Joe. The knowledge made his heart race so fast it was almost impossible to believe his rib cage would remain intact.
The dom on the receiving end of all that adoration stepped forward and fed his cock into his sub’s eager mouth. Whimpering his pleasure around the thick length, the sub took it as if he’d never even heard of a gag reflex.
A blowjob; that was what Joe was showing him!
Scott had never been more relieved to realise anything in his life. Forget adoration and silly sub-ish ideas. Joe was a practical guy who enjoyed straight-forward things. He was showing him a film about blowjobs.
Scott immediately tried to turn around. Joe apparently wasn’t in favour of the idea. He held Scott in place. For once, Scott battled against whatever it was inside him that continually screamed out its need to obey and fall in with Joe’s plans.
He tugged at Joe’s grip on him, as if there was nothing that had passed between them that could make anyone think that one of them had more right to call the shots than the other.
“Do you want to say your safe word?” Joe asked.
Scott shook his head. “No! I w-w-want to suck your cock.”
That announcement seemed to make Joe pause for thought. Scott hesitated, then stilled to wait for Joe’s verdict.
“If you want to move from where I put you, you should tell me that. If I approve of your reason, I’ll give you permission.”
