Scott knew that teasing tone of voice. Joe already knew the answer. The question was just part of the game; a hoop Joe wanted him to jump through for his pleasure.
Scott shook his head. “I w-want you.”
Joe reached around Scott’s body with his free hand and pinched his right nipple.
“Maybe one of them would let you have everything just as you want. A nice, vanilla guy who’d let you have all the freedom in the world.”
Scott shook his head even more vehemently. He tested Joe’s grip on him as fear of suddenly being freed from Joe’s tight grasp shot through him.
Joe kept Scott in place, easily twisting his arm even further up behind his back. His arm wasn’t meant to achieve that position painlessly. Scott knew his shoulder would be sore in the morning, but all he felt right then was relief at being held; at being wanted by the one person he desperately wanted to want him.
To hell with guys who’d told him he wasn’t good enough in the past. The offers he’d fended off in the dark heat of the labyrinth were irrelevant. Joe wanted him.
“I don’t want to play nice tonight,” Joe whispered in Scott’s ear. His tone made the words a clear warning.
Scott swallowed rapidly. He’d been out of his depth ever since he’d first offered himself to Joe, but suddenly, he was well aware that he might never have actually ventured out of the shallow end.
Even after all this time, Joe was still babying him, taking it easy on him.
Need peaked inside Scott. The need to please Joe. The need to have Joe throw everything he had at him. Need. So much need.
“Good!” Scott got the word out without a single stutter. He tested Joe’s hold on him again, with far more determination this time.
“You want it rough?” Joe asked. He laughed, and for once it sounded like he thought that the joke might be entirely on Scott, but Scott didn’t care; he nodded rapidly.
“Yes!”
Joe pushed him forward. The front of Scott’s legs hit the edge of the bed, but Joe didn’t seem to care. He kept pushing until Scott managed to get his knees onto the edge of the mattress. Joe’s grip on his wrist twisted Scott’s shoulder, making him arch and bow his spine as he was unceremoniously put head down, arse up.
“Lube,” Joe demanded.
Scott’s heart rate doubled. Lube! Why hadn’t it occurred to him to bring lube?
He tried to stutter out an apology and an explanation at the same time, but quickly gave up, knowing that everything he’d said had been unintelligible.
“D-d-don’t need it,” Scott promised. Even as he said it, he knew he was an idiot. Joe was hung like the devil. This wasbound to hurt, but Scott carried on anyway. “S-s-spit is f-fine. I can—”
“On your free wrist,” Joe cut in, but he didn’t ease his hold on Scott’s other wrist so he could reach for the complimentary wallet that had been in the locker—the one that Joe had ordered him to wear.
Scott awkwardly scrabbled at the Velcro that fastened the thing in place with his teeth, and then at the zip holding it closed.
Years seemed to pass, but he eventually managed to tip the contents onto the bed. Several sachets of lube and condoms blurred as he tried to make out the writing from the corner of his eye. There were all sorts of sizes, colours, flavours, and God only knew what else. Some of the sachets were decorated with flames, fireworks, and weird symbols he didn’t understand. There was no time for deep, complicated thoughts. He grabbed one packet of lube and a condom at random and clumsily handed them to Joe.
Joe didn’t say a word.
Scott took a deep breath and tried to relax as he waited for Joe’s fingers to push into him, slick and demanding.
He heard Joe tear open two packets—presumably the lube and a condom—but he didn’t feel Joe’s fingers against him. A few seconds passed, then the round, blunt tip of Joe’s cock pushed against his hole.
Joe had obviously chosen to only lube up his cock, and leave Scott’s hole to take care of itself. And this time he hadn’t rimmed Scott to help him relax, the way he had when they’d ventured into the woods. Scott’s breath caught in his throat as Joe pushed the head of his cock inside his arse.
Scott hadn’t remembered how to breathe before Joe thrust forward, lodging another two inches of his shaft inside Scott’s arse and pushing against his prostate. Scott’s mind spun. Pleasure pounded through him. There was pain too, but againstall his expectations, it wasn’t enough to override the bliss of having any part of Joe inside his body.
Scott bucked, trying to push back against Joe’s pelvis, but Joe wouldn’t allow it. He held Scott motionless on the edge of the bed, his fingertips biting into Scott’s wrist and shoulder.
Scott had no idea how long Joe made him remain still. He only knew that he hadn’t remained silent for more than a moment. His whimpers filled the air over and over again, until, without warning, Joe released his grip on Scott’s wrist, dragged Scott upright, and pulled him back to lean against his chest.
Scott let out a triumphant yell as Joe finally gave him what he wanted and lodged his cock in him to the hilt. Their bodies joined firmly together, Joe turned them and took a few steps forward. With both his hands free, Scott was able to brace himself against the wall alongside the door. It was the mirrored wall.
