No.
Scott scrambled away from Joe and toward the edge of the bed nearest the door.
“I’m not going to force you to stay and watch it,” Joe said, his feelings on that fact impossible to guess. “But I’m not going to switch it off just because you leave.”
Scott paused, sitting on the edge of the mattress with his feet already on the floor alongside it. Leaving Joe before he was ordered to felt wrong in every cell of his being, but the tiny bit of his mind that was still interested in sanity and self-preservation screamed that he’d be a fool to stay. He could—
“I love it when you do that.”
“W-What?” Scott couldn’t help but glance at the screen. Joe had paused the image. It showed Scott standing at the bottom of the bed completely naked, his head tilted back so he could look up at Joe.
“That moment,” Joe said, his tone relaxed and almost conversational. “You’re always a sub, and, even when you’re not submitting to someone, I’m sure you’re the kind of guy who’ll fall in with someone else’s plans whenever you can. But that moment when you look up at me at the start of a scene and you hand over control to me; the moment when you start to relax and all need for responsibility seems to leave you. It’s beautiful.”
Scott peered at the screen. All he saw was a pale, skinny guy standing around like an idiot and staring at the most stunning man the world had ever seen. Scott frowned as he risked a glance at Joe, sure there had to be a punch-line coming.
“I don’t joke about things like this. You made a request. You asked me to show you what I like. I’m honouring that request.” Scott had never heard Joe sound so serious.
“I’m s-s-sorry,” he whispered.
Joe said nothing. He simply sat there, one leg bent up so he could rest his forearm on his raised knee.
Gathering up as much courage as he could, Scott waved a hand toward where he’d been sitting next to Joe just a few minutes before. “May I?”
Joe gave one nod to indicate his willingness to accept him back. As Scott shuffled closer, Joe even raised his arm, inviting him to curl into his side and rest his head on his shoulder.
The moment Scott stilled, the image began to roll forward. There was no sound, but it was easy for Scott to fill in the words from memory.
“I like giving hand jobs,” Joe said as the images on the screen began to jack each other off. “Don’t get me wrong. I love screwing and sucking too. But it’s a control thing; literally holding you in the palm of my hand is a huge power trip.”
Scott nodded, as if he understood, but he didn’t. It was impossible for him to comprehend how anyone could look at the two men on the screen and not realise that Joe was completely out of his league, that he was—
Joe tapped Scott firmly on the thigh with the remote control. “Pay attention. No daydreaming. And no doubting what I say is true.”
“S-sorry.”
“Don’t apologise. Just do as you’re told.”
Scott glanced up—at the real Joe rather than the one on the screen. Joe was smiling. He actually seemed to really be enjoying watching them together. Scott dropped his gaze. Yep, Joe was definitely enjoying the sight. They’d barely caught their breath since round one, and Joe’s cock was already hardening.
Scott’s shaft had softened in his panic when he’d doubted Joe’s satisfaction with round one. His concerns might not have evaporated, but curling up against Joe’s naked body had alreadymade sure his erection was once more oblivious to any mental hysterics.
Joe seemed to notice that Scott’s cock was hard again. Glancing away from the screen for a moment, he wrapped his hand around Scott’s shaft, just as he had the last time they watched the screen.
Scott gasped. Joe had only moved his hand around Scott’s shaft a few times before Scott was right on the edge of coming.
“You have the most amazing mouth,” Joe informed him.
He must have fast forwarded when Scott was too busy trying not to come to have noticed what Joe’s other hand was up to. On the screen, Scott was going down on Joe with obvious enthusiasm. He remembered the sensation of Joe filling his mouth so perfectly. The taste of Joe’s pre-cum flooded his senses. Joe’s hand never stilled on his cock.
The combination was like an exquisite form of torture. Scott needed to come so badly that Joe’s touch offered more pain than pleasure, but he couldn’t bring himself to try to pull away or reject anything that Joe was willing to offer him.
Joe had seen all the men who’d filled the screen just a few minutes ago. He’d had the chance to compare Scott to all those guys, and somehow he still wanted Scott in his bed.
And alongside that, even though his shaft ached more with each moment that passed, Scott was starting to realise that there was something in him that actually seemed to like, no, that seemed tolove,being balanced on the very edge, afraid of falling, yet at the same time almost equally terrified ofnotfalling.
Like a tightrope walker who’s suddenly realised that there are guys underneath him who are rolling up his safety net and walking away with it, Scott knew falling was out of the question. But, having looked across and realised that someone had magicked away the platforms at either end of his rope, healso knew that trying to keep his balance forever would just be more painful in the long run.
“Come.”
