“How did you end up living here?” he asked Jasper when they’d finished eating. He sat back with his arm resting along the back of Jasper’s chair, fingers lightly brushing against his shoulder.
Terrance paused, sharing a look with Jasper before gathering up the rest of the dishes.
Jasper shrugged but kept his eyes on the table as he answered. “My dad was drunk. Like,always. Usually it wasn’t too bad, but he’d just lost his job.” He said it like that was a valid justification.
“Someone heard him yelling and called the cops, and Kris from next door called Amber. She saw my black eye and brought me here. And then she refused to let me go back home, even after Dad got released. I was, like, a week away from turning eighteen, so I kinda ended up staying here.”
Vincent stared at Jasper a moment before turning to look at Amber. When she only shrugged, he looked at Terrance, who was studiously washing the dishes. “I see,” he finally said.
Amber cleared her throat and stood. “Thank you for dinner, Vincent.” She mussed Jasper’s hair and took her glass to the sink, groping Terrance on her way to the stairs.
Vincent fixed Jasper’s hair without thinking, ignoring the stupid smile Jasper gave him in return. He leaned in close enough to steal a quick kiss, a thrum of satisfaction settling in his limbs when Jasper let out a soft needy whine.
Jasper chased after him when he pulled back, pouting when he didn’t get another kiss. “Will you stay the night, Sir?” A flush spread across his cheeks. He shot a quick glance towards Terrance, who was still at the sink, and lowered his voice. “You could… you know.”
Vincent raised an eyebrow, settling his palm against the back of Jasper’s neck. “Mmm, do I know?” he asked. His fingers rested near enough to Jasper’s pulse to feel the quick, excited beat.
“Don’t be a dick,” Jasper whined.
“I thought you liked it when I’m a dick,” he said, feigning shock. “Don’t you?”
Jasper groaned and let his forehead thunk against Vincent’s shoulder.
Vincent laughed softly and tilted his head, pressing his lips against Jasper’s ear. “Am I punishing you for being an absolute brat?” he whispered, relishing the shudder that went through Jasper.
His erection twitched with interest, and he curled his fingers tight in Jasper’s hair, tugging his head back and taking in the warm flush and darkened eyes. He hummed in approval and let go. “Lead the way,” he murmured, snorting softly as Jasper lurched to his feet, practically ran out of the room, and thundered up the stairs.
He bid Terrance a quick good-night as he followed.
When he reached Jasper’s bedroom, he stepped inside and closed the door quietly behind him. There were clean piles of clothes on the dresser; textbooks, notebooks, and a laptop in a mess on the desk; and a few posters of a violinist he didn’t recognize on the wall.
Jasper sat on the edge of his bed, hands clenched in the blanket as he watched Vincent. His breathing audibly stuttered when Vincent flipped the lock, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
Vincent let him sit there a moment before stepping farther into the room, then came to a stop in front of Jasper and lifted his chin with a finger. “Do you know what I’m going to do to you, pet?”
Jasper’s breathing hitched again and sped up. “Punish me?”
“Mm-hmm. And why am I punishing you?”
That pink tongue flicked out again. “Because I was a brat?”
“You were a brat,” he agreed. “You had the audacity to call me old and decrepit.” He raised an eyebrow when Jasper bit his lip; it did nothing to hide the twitch at the corners of his mouth as he fought a grin. Hetsked and stepped back. “Strip and lie down on your back, pet.”
Jasper stood and peeled out of his clothes with eager but clumsy efficiency, then flopped onto the bed, wiggling until he was stretched out on the far side.
Vincent let his eyes wander over every inch of exposed flesh as he leisurely removed his own shirt. He tossed it over the back of the desk chair, then toed off his shoes and slowly unfastened his pants, aware of Jasper’s eyes watching his every movement. He snagged the condom and lube packs from his pocket before draping his pants over his shirt, leaving him in his undershirt and boxers. The packs he tossed to the bed as he stretched out beside Jasper.
He slid his palm down Jasper’s arm, grasping his wrist and guiding it up to press into the bed above his head. Then he settled his hand lightly around Jasper’s throat, holding his chin between his fingers. “That tongue of yours has gotten you into trouble,” he murmured, leaning down to nip Jasper’s lower lip. “So now you get to deal with the consequences. Starting with: You don’t come unless I tell you to. Understand, pet?”
Jasper swallowed and let out a soft moan. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good. I might test your limits as a result. You know what to do if it becomes too much.” He waited for Jasper’s nod, then pressed a kiss to his lips and licked his mouth open. He drew the kiss out long enough to get Jasper worked up before finally pulling away to replace his tongue with his index finger. It slipped past Jasper’s lips, pushing in all the way and lazily tracing all along the outer edge of Jasper’s tongue, from one side to the other and back again.
Jasper’s breaths came hot and quick until he sealed his lips around the finger and swallowed.
“That’s it,” Vincent murmured, pressing his finger against the center of Jasper’s tongue and holding it down. “Now touch your nipple.”
Jasper jerked as if the order itself had sent pleasure through him. He swallowed again and whimpered in protest but lifted his hand from beside him and slid up his chest.
