Joe collapsed forward as all the energy that had buzzed through his veins deserted him. He gave little thought to how comfortable Scott might find being pinned beneath him. Every time Scott took a breath, Joe felt it. He sensed every beat of Scott’s heart.
Scott was fine and, just as importantly, Scott was his. Joe smiled against Scott’s shoulder before slowly lifting his head and taking some of his weight onto his elbows. Scott didn’t rush to follow his lead right then. He kept his cheek pressed firmly against the blanket.
“Are you going to move?” Joe asked.
“Might c-c-come if I do.” The response was mumbled, as if Scott was afraid that even moving his lips might trigger his orgasm.
Chuckling, Joe took matters into his own hands. The moment their bodies were separated and the condom had been disposed of, Joe rolled Scott onto his back.
Scott gasped. His hips bucked. His cock thrust up into the empty air. But he didn’t actually come. Very slowly, Scott opened his eyes and peered up at Joe. His need was obvious. His expression was filled with a silent plea to be allowed his own release.
“When I give permission,” Joe reminded him. “Not before.” As he spoke, he reached out and ran one fingertip up the line of Scott’s cock.
* * * * *
“Ready for round two?” Joe asked, barely a moment later.
“R-r-round two?” Scott asked, unable to tear his eyes away from Joe’s finger as Joe ran the tip of it up and down his erection.
Suddenly, Joe moved his hand away from Scott’s aching shaft. He took hold of Scott’s wrist, and tugged until Scott sat up on the bed.
As Joe once more re-arranged them, Scott nibbled on his bottom lip, unsure how to ask if there had been something wrong with round one; if there was something that had stopped Joe enjoying it properly, or something about it that had left him unsatisfied.
He also wanted to know if he’d be allowed to come during round two. Did it make him a bad submissive to want to ask that?
Scott cleared his throat, not one hundred percent sure which question was going to leave his lips. “J-Joe?”
Joe shook his head. “Unless you want to say your safe word, we’ll talk afterwards, not now.”
Scott pushed his hand through his hair and tried to force his brain into some sort of clear thought process, but there was no point trying to formulate a carefully worded question now. There was no way he was going to push the issue and risk displeasing Joe further.
Scott’s need to come faded. His erection softened as Joe’s obvious lack of satisfaction during round one sent a shiver of panic down his spine.
Before Scott knew it, they were once again leaning against pillows propped up against the headboard. Joe picked up the remote.
Scott turned all his attention toward the screen. His desire to learn more about what Joe really liked was now a harsh, desperate need. He could feel Joe slipping further away fromhim by the moment. He had to work out how he’d screwed up, how he could do better in round two.
The screen lit up more slowly this time. It showed…Joe’s empty bedroom? Toys hung on the wall; the bed was directly opposite the camera and it was unmistakably Joe’s bedroom. There were no people visible.
Lines appeared across the picture as Joe fast forwarded.
He was going to show Scott what he’d enjoyed doing with his past lovers. Scott had no doubts about it. Joe was going to show him a recording of himself screwing another man; or maybe dozens of other men, one after another. And he was going to point out all the ways they were better lovers than Scott, and all the things they did more effectively than him.
Panic scattered Scott’s thoughts. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t sit there and let it happen. But he was helpless. He remained frozen in place, unable to object as a naked image of Joe blurred onto the screen. Joe stopped fast forwarding just in time for them to see another man step into view.
Scott’s lips started moving without permission from his brain. “That’s m-m-me!”
“You asked me to show you what I like,” Joe said, perfectly calmly. “It’s about time you faced the fact that you’re one of the things I like.”
The image on the screen began to remove his clothes. Scott’s eyes opened very wide.
“Maybe from this angle, you’ll be able to see how hot you are,” Joe continued.
Scott shook his head.
No.
He didn’t want to play this game anymore. He turned away from the screen. After seeing all those porn stars putting on expert displays, he knew how pathetic his own attempts toplease Joe would look. Maybe Joe didn’t realise that yet, but he would soon enough and…
