A gay adult stories: Needing You part 3 by xmistiex ,
“Some guy. I think Vince found the guy on Craigslist or something.”White hot anger lit up inside Cason. “Vince did what?” He didn’t know who he was more furious with, the asshole who hurt Vince or Vince for giving him the chance without knowing him at all.
“Yeah, I know. I gave him a piece of my mind. It’s one thing to meet a stranger at the clubs, but he didn’t tell any of us what he was doing until he came stumbling home. He had bruises around his throat and was walking funny.”
“The guy beat him?”
“I think so.”
Cason’s lips curled in a snarl. He really hated the idea of anyone hurting Vince.
“What happened after that?”
“Well, he hasn’t been with anyone else since then, and he asked me about you. The night he went out to the club last weekend he didn’t go home with anyone, but I saw him talking to a few subs.” He winked at Cason. “Including the one that you were with right before I set my sights on you.”
Cason sank back in his chair. Was Vince staying away from new partners while he considered the way he’d been playing, or was he looking at Cason to play with? A large part of Cason wanted that, but he couldn’t help the drop dead gorgeous man and then watch him walk away, especially without the spirits involved.
He would though. He decided that the instant Vince walked in the door, shaking snow out of his dark blond locks, and they locked eyes.
Heat suffused his body. He wanted Vince under him, looking up with those smoky eyes shining with their green glints. His breath held, Cason waited to see what the submissive would do when he waved him over, pointing to the chair next to his.
Vince strolled over with an air of nonchalance, and shrugged out of his coat before he sat down. He raised an eyebrow while looking at Page. “You didn’t tell me we’d be seeing anyone else here, or is this just a coincidence?”
“Of course it isn’t,” Cason said before Page could open his mouth. “I wanted to see you.”
Vince’s lips looked chapped, which was really too bad because they usually looked soft. Vince started gnawing on his bottom one as he turned his eyes on Cason, who was staring at him. “Why?”
“To apologize, for starters. I shouldn’t have spoken that way.” Cason didn’t apologize for what he said, and he wouldn’t, but he did need to make amends for how and where he’d said it. A perfect stranger telling him he’d been handling his sex life completely wrong would have pissed him off too. In fact, it had, back when his family had issues with the way he choose to use his daimon abilities.
“It’s forgotten.” Vince shrugged one shoulder. The white T-shirt set off the caramel tone of his skin. Cason didn’t often mark his subs but he wanted to pull up a vivid purple mark right above Vince’s collar on his neck so everyone could see it.
“Thank you.” Cason said simply. “Can I get you a cocoa? Perhaps a peppermint flavor? I asked when I came in and they said they have it in sugar free syrup.”
The look Vince sent Page was hard. “What the hell, Page? Have you been spilling all my secrets?”
Page shrugged. “Maybe.” He tipped his head back and drained most of his mocha in one long drink.
“Maybe Brandon needs to know about your thirty minute shower this morning?” Vince’s smirk was back. Cason had to hide his smile. The man definitely had a wicked streak, though he didn’t seem as bratty as Page.
“Maybe Brandon told me to take that long shower.” Page looked at his watch in an exaggerated movement. “In fact, maybe I need to be off to meet him right now. Have fun.” He wiggled a single finger in goodbye at Vince as he left. Cason couldn’t stop himself from laughing at the vulgar salute.
“He’s such a brat.”
Cason agreed. “That’s why I thought he’d do so well with Brandon. He always needed a challenge. Now, cocoa?”
“I’d like a cinnamon cocoa, actually. I’m not a big fan of peppermint.”
“Good to know. I’ll be back.” Exchanging his cold coffee for hot, he waited until Vince’s cocoa was ready before he went back to their seats, carrying both mugs. He stopped in front of Vince’s chair and held out the cup. “Careful, grab the handle. The mug is hot.”
Their fingers brushed as he handed over the cup. Cason wanted to touch Vince more than that casual contact, but he restrained himself. He’d spent weeks trying to think of how to help Vince with advice, maybe arranging a set up with a Dom… but he’d changed his mind. Or maybe he’d always wanted to be the one for Vince’s awakening to what a real scene could be like.
Vince sipped his cocoa and pleasure spread across his face. He smiled at Cason. “It’s very good. They have the best cocoa blend here.”
“Good. I’m a big advocate of only accepting the best.”
He didn’t want anyone teaching Vince the truth of his submission, and the peace that could come from a scene shared to the mutual satisfaction of both the Dom and the sub but him. He could see the need practically pouring out of the man for someone to show him why he felt the need to submit, and how to find the right way to satisfy that urge.
It would be him. Once he figured out how get Vince to agree, of course.
Considering how the man had been questioning people about Cason, Vince might be interested in return. The difficulty lay in not seeing the path Vince’s submission needed to go, but maybe it would be better this way. He would delve into Vince’s desires in a whole new way from how he usually planned out scenes.
They sipped their drinks in silence; the chatter of other people who had come inside to avoid the snow and seek their daily dose of caffeine muted in the background as they studied each other. Cason set his cup down. He decided to be direct; it was, after all, what he’d told Vince Doms and subs should do.
“I heard you’ve been asking around about me.”
Vince’s face flushed a little, his cheeks turning pink. He shrugged one shoulder. “I was curious.”
“And did you satisfy that curiosity?”
“I talked to three different subs, and Page and Brandon too. Every single sub said you were amazing and knew exactly what they needed, even if they didn’t know themselves.”
He couldn’t really explain he had an ancient Greek daimon for an ancestor who had passed down the power to see the influence the spirits had on a sub. He knew how to read those needs and reach through that to their inner spirits. Thankfully, his grandfather had been a daimon who sought to help people find the truth within that would bring them peace… not all daimons were good. Some sought to influence humans toward the darkness inside them, breaking them for their own purposes.
He compromised with the truth. “I’m usually very good at reading people. I’m not perfect. No one is. It helps that I insist on communication being a foundation to each and every scene I plan.”
“So you plan out what you are going to do beforehand?” A bit of sugar free whipped topping from the garnish on his cocoa clung to Vince’s lip.
Plans on how slowly he could lick that dollop of creamy white sweetness from the soft pink lips instantly struck Cason. Watching Vince lick it off sent more ideas of how he could have the man use his pointed tongue to lick other, now throbbing, areas.