A gay story: Waiting for Love Ch. 02 Chapter 2 — The Challenge
For my usual readers, please note this relationship is D/s. With thanks to Blitzwing.
©Pelaam: February 2008
Stefan gave a sigh of pleasure that he was finally home. His face wore a warm smile at the thought of Kevin, naked apart from his collar, waiting for him. Just for him. As he opened the door and stepped inside he was quickly greeted by his mate. His jacket was taken from his shoulders and hung up and Stefan trailed in Kevin’s wake, admiring the sight of the other man’s taut buttocks and the unconscious sway of slim hips. Stefan sat on the settee, settling into a comfortable position. The television was on at the news channel he preferred and a gin and tonic appeared at his side. He smiled at his mate, admiring the nude form. His eyes raked over the naked skin, admiring the second piercing, he had pierced that nipple himself, the light dusting of body fur and then the collar.
The collar symbolised their chosen lifestyle. They lived it to their standards — no one else’s. Stefan would never do anything that hurt or scared his lover and Kevin trusted and loved him implicitly. The collar was a simple chain of stainless steel links fastened by a small padlock. The only key to which lay on a gold chain around Stefan’s neck. He smiled warmly as Kevin gracefully sank to the floor to sit at the side of Stefan’s legs. Stefan’s hand gently stoked the dark hair of his mate as he sipped his drink. It was perfect, like always.
He paid little attention to the TV programme. Instead he reminisced briefly on how their lives had changed over the last year. He was now the day manager of a successful, and busy, restaurant. At home he was responsible for all the finances and purchases, including the shopping. Kevin retained the job he had when they met. Although it was tempting for Stefan to have Kevin not working, they still needed two salaries if they wanted the luxuries Stefan liked them to be able to indulge in. Kevin’s responsibilities at home were cooking and sorting the laundry. They used a cleaning company for the mundane and Kevin took care of their bedroom himself. They were both happy with the arrangements, blissfully happy with each other and considering a commitment ceremony.
“How was work today, love?” Stefan asked, savouring his drink.
“I … um … the new guy,” Kevin said hesitantly. “He’s been hanging around my office.” He tried to put it as neutrally as possible, but Drake made him uneasy. And he had a confession he had put off for a couple of days. He leant into Stefan’s thigh, letting its solidity reassure him.
“He has said or done anything?” Stefan growled. He was possessive of his mate and Kevin knew it, needed it. Needed to know he belonged to the blond.
“No … yes …. I’m sorry, Stefan. I did a stupid thing.”
“Shh, shh,” Stefan soothed. “Come here.” He patted his knee and Kevin gratefully snuggled into the embrace. The intimacy always made it easier for him to speak when distressed.
“I don’t know how it happened. But you know I threw a shirt away because it was torn?” He waited for the nod as Stefan’s hand stroked his thigh. “My collar got snagged. I went into the men’s room to sort it. I checked the corridor,” he said, anguish colouring his voice. “But as I got the shirt undone, Drake came in. He saw my collar. He hasn’t said anything, but … his eyes,” Kevin shuddered and Stefan’s arms tightened around his body. “They took on the same look Terry used to get when he was planning something.”
Stefan gave a wordless growl. Terry was Kevin’s previous lover. Although Kevin had confessed some of the things he had been forced to do, Stefan knew there were others still hidden away. Whether Kevin told him or not was up to his lover. All he cared about was his beautiful mate knowing *he* would never abuse the trust, the love, Kevin gifted to him. Everything they did was consensual and for mutual pleasure. He tilted Kevin’s face upwards.
“I love you,” he said. “Now go into the bedroom. I want you face down and spread wide. Go.”
Stefan watched as Kevin obeyed instantly, admiring the lithe form as his lover headed to their bedroom. The blond took another swallow of his drink as he removed his tie, socks and shoes. Carrying them with him, he followed his lover. As he entered the bedroom, he stopped and drank in the sight.
Kevin lay stretched on their bed. His arms and legs were spread as dictated. He had placed a clean sheet over the normal covers and lay over a pillow to raise his hips. Stefan nodded approvingly. Slowly he moved around the bed, carefully fastening the thickly padded restraints. He checked the tension. Kevin could move fractionally, but no more. He slid a hand between the upraised hips and pillow and fondled already hard, damp flesh.
Moving away, he waited a moment and then leant down and nipped gently at the back of Kevin’s knee making him jerk and give a pillow-muffled cry.
“I wish to hear your enjoyment, love,” he husked into an ear, following the words with his tongue and earning a low groan. He licked from knee to buttock and nipped sharply to a yelp and jolt. “But you do not come until I say,” he added, before running his tongue between the cheeks he now held open. The moan of pleasure sent jolts to Stefan’s sex. But for now, this was about Kevin.
He began in earnest, raining kisses, nips, licks and nibbles along with the occasional slap to pinken the alluring buttocks before him. He never stayed in the same place or repeated the same action when he moved, ensuring Kevin remained teetering on the edge until moaning continually and humping the pillow as much as his restraints would allow. Stefan was pleased with the sensual haze into which Kevin had been enveloped.
He settled between the spread thighs and parted the pink mounds before thrusting his tongue as deep as possible. He relished the scream from his mate and thrust his tongue hard and fast to pillage the hot channel. Kevin’s cries of passion increased as Stefan occasionally slid in a saliva-slick finger to tease his mate’s sweet spot. He replaced tongue with fingers, spreading and scissoring quickly, desperate to be buried in his lover’s body.
He slicked his throbbing shaft and positioned the head at the prepared portal. He pushed just the dome past the guardian muscle and waited for a moment, relishing the feel of the hot, tightness and then surged forward in one fluid motion until buried balls deep. He growled his approval as the sheath rippled its welcome around him. He rocked gently and then began a punishing rhythm of hard, deep strokes, striking Kevin’s jewel with each movement. Listening till Kevin began to babble incoherently, pleading for release.
“Come now,” Stefan bellowed, reaching under Kevin’s hips to pull at swollen flesh. He groaned as the shuddering of the body beneath him was accompanied by wet heat over his hand and the tight channel around his cock clenched with brutal intensity. The contractions fractured his control and with a last few feral thrusts he emptied himself into his lover, filling the smaller man with his hot semen. “Love you,” he husked, as the last of his seed found its home in Kevin’s body.
He kissed the nape of Kevin’s neck. Licking at the drops of sweat he found. He nibbled languorously across Kevin’s shoulders before reaching to unfasten the wrist restraints. He remained on top of his lover until reluctantly expelled from Kevin’s body. Then he undid the ankle restraints. He checked and rubbed Kevin’s wrists and ankles to ensure his mate was unhurt before rolling the younger man onto his back. Sated, love-filled sienna orbs gazed adoringly into his own smouldering sapphire depths.
“I love you, Stefan,” Kevin whispered.
Stefan devoured his mate’s lips, leaving them red and swollen in the wake of his passion.
“I love you, too,” Stefan smiled. “Now go and prepare a shower for us. Then after we eat, we can watch a DVD together.”
Kevin’s smile was incandescent. If they watched a movie, his lover often played with his body using a toy before taking him a second time. He hurried to the bathroom.
Stefan stripped the bed of its protective sheet, replacing it with another, and pushing it, and his work clothes, into a hamper separate from the one the cleaning service were permitted to take. He was pleased to see how much happier his lover was already. He intended for Kevin to know just how loved he truly was.
****
The next couple of days passed without mention of any further incidents and soon Friday was upon them. The couple sat in their favourite armchair. Stefan wore his well-worn, black leather assless chaps and Kevin, as normal for them, was naked. Stefan was sharing his drink, feeding his lover from the glass or his own lips as he played with Kevin’s beautiful body, the smaller man’s erect cock hard and needy.
“There has been no further trouble from Drake?” Stefan asked his mate, as their lips parted once more.
“No. But he was away for a couple of days,” Kevin replied.
“If he does or says anything, you will tell me?” Although phrased as a question, the command was implicit and both knew it.
“You know I will. I love you.”
Kevin moaned as Stefan’s hand squeezed his engorged flesh before licking the intoxicating elixir that adorned his fingers in response. Stefan captured Kevin’s lips in a deep and satisfying kiss and then hugged his mate tightly.
“I need to keep you safe,” he rasped, feeling his lover shiver in response to the sound of his voice. “Tomorrow I have the day off. We will go to the bookseller you like and see if he has any of your Jeffry Farnol novels.”
“We will?” Kevin asked in a delighted gasp. “Thank you, Stefan.”
“Do you want to show me your thanks?’ Stefan husked, teasing Kevin’s turgid flesh. At the nod, he gave a feral grin. “On your knees and suck me. Do not make me come. When I am ready I will do something about this.” He ran his thumb over Kevin’s steadily leaking shaft, then lifted the thumb to his lips to lick it clean.
Kevin groaned and slid elegantly to kneel between Stefan’s splayed thighs. He enjoyed giving his lover this pleasure, relishing the taste and texture of his mate. He suckled slowly at the slit, drinking the pre-come as the treasured liqueur it was. He took the long, thick length, slowly into his mouth, deeper and deeper until his nose was pressed into golden curls and Stefan was moaning his appreciation. He let his throat carefully massage the shaft, remembering his lover’s instruction. As soon as he felt Stefan get close to completion, he backed off slowly. He knelt on his heels awaiting his lover’s instructions.
“Up here,” Stefan rasped. “Straddle me.” His voice was thick and husky and the raw sound made his lover shiver in anticipation as he obeyed the command.
Kevin’s cock bobbed elegantly as he positioned himself over Stefan’s thighs. He whimpered needily as thick fingers opened him and began to thrust inside his body. The corkscrew motion told Kevin that Stefan was at the edge of his control. Then strong hands were at his hips, helping position him over this lover’s solid flesh. He groaned as he felt the swollen cockhead nudge impatiently at his aching void.
“Ride me.” The command dripped with Stefan’s own need. “Hard. Fast.”
Kevin obeyed unthinkingly. His own arousal was forgotten as he rode his lover as directed. His hands clung to Stefan’s shoulders and he rose and fell, squeezing his inner muscles and adding a twist to his hips as he dropped down. A slight shimmy to adjust his angle and Kevin cried out in pleasure as hard flesh dragged across his jewel. Suddenly Stefan’s hand was on his throbbing dick and pumping vigorously.
“Make me come, Kevin,” Stefan bellowed. “Come on my cock. Come for me.”
Kevin’s head dropped back with a wail of his lover’s name as his seed adorned the smooth abdomen and chest and he felt Stefan’s hot, wet juices pour into his body. Then his face was framed by loving hands and his mouth plundered until he was breathless. Finally balmy blue depths locked with heated hazel.
“I love you, Kevin.” Stefan held the sated body against his own. He would fight with all he had to keep his lover safe, happy… and his.
****
Stefan glanced over at his mate with an indulgent smile. The brunette was diligently scanning the shelves to check for the author of the historical romances he enjoyed. It was not a genre Stefan appreciated, but he enjoyed his lover having the things he liked. In his own hand was a book on Greek cookery. Although cooking at home was Kevin’s domain, Stefan was expanding his culinary repertoire, occasionally preparing their meal when he had time off. Both men liked Greek food and, flicking through the book, Stefan could see several of their favourite dishes.
“I found one, Stefan,” Kevin’s voice was breathy and happy.
Stefan turned, schooling his face into neutrality.
“Are you certain it is one you do not already have? You have so many.” The stern voice did not match the merry twinkling in his eyes and he saw the second Kevin realised he was being teased. The brunette swayed closer.
“Quite sure. I’ll make it well worth your time to buy it.” He spoke in a rasping purr, nuzzling close to Stefan’s ear.
“Imp,’ the blond growled, swatting the pert backside as he took the favoured tome. “However, I will keep you to your promise. And tied to our bed,” he added, his voice a caress to Kevin’s ear. “Do you wish to continue browsing whilst I pay?” He smiled at the nod and the smile on his beautiful lover’s face.
On his return, Stefan’s smile became a snarl. Kevin was hemmed into an aisle by a man taller and slightly broader than Stefan. He effectively blocked Kevin’s only way out and Stefan could see the look of worry and trepidation on the beloved face. He instinctively knew who this was.
“Let him pass, Drake,” he growled, the sound hard and menacing.
The other turned and cold, glittering green eyes regarded him dispassionately. He took a step towards Stefan, clearly used to using his height as a means of intimidation. The eyes reflected anger as Stefan neither moved nor changed expression.
“So you’re the *boy*friend,” Drake said sneeringly. “He deserves better; a real man who can really teach him obedience and take care of him.” The voice was low and well-modulated. “If he were mine he would be at home now, waiting for me, naked and shackled.”
“He has exactly what he needs. Now let him pass.” Stefan took his own step forward, blatantly invading the other’s space, giving Drake the option to move or stand chest-to-chest with Stefan. Their eyes locked; challenger and challenged. “Kevin, go to our coffee shop and order our usual. Go now.” Stefan never broke eye contact with Drake as he felt the displacement of air that told him Kevin had obeyed.
Kevin hurried past the two men locked in silent, unmoving combat. He knew where he was headed and aimed unthinkingly towards the cafe. His eyes were almost unseeing as the word ‘shackled’ played over and over in his mind. Automatically he ordered the drinks they always chose and sat, shivering, waiting for his mate to come. He needed the blond. Only Stefan could take away the cold that had taken residence in his veins.
Stefan glared at Drake, daring the man to say or do anything to hinder Kevin, but he simply smiled; a movement of his lips that never reached his eyes.
“Do you really think *you* have what it takes to keep something as desirable as that?” Drake asked, his voice condescending. “You should have seen his face when he realised I’d seen his collar. I just knew there was something about him the first time I saw him. I bet you didn’t even punish him.”
“He is mine,” Stefan said, his voice cold and brittle. “Stay away from him.” He whirled on his heel and exited the bookshop without a backward glance. He hurried to the favourite coffee shop.
Stefan could see how distressed his lover was as he entered the cafe. He took hold of Kevin’s hand and gasped at the chill and the tremors that assaulted the slender frame.
“Would you like to go home, love?” Stefan was both angry and saddened that Kevin’s day had been ruined. However, he could see there was more than the simple encounter at the bookshop troubling his mate and Kevin would say nothing out in public. He received a nod, Kevin’s eyes refusing to meet his and the blond’s heart ached whilst his fury simmered.
When they reached their apartment, Kevin did not hurry into the bedroom to disrobe or offer Stefan a drink. Instead he walked over to the French windows, staring out and hugging himself. Stefan watched sadly. He walked over and helped his lover take off his jacket. He stood behind the lithe form and wrapped his arms around Kevin’s waist, pulling the smaller body close to his own. Pleased at the feel of his lover leaning into his embrace, Stefan tightened the hug. Whatever troubled his mate, at least it had not driven a wedge between them.
“I was shackled … once,” Kevin whispered shakily.
At the sound of the small, frightened voice, Stefan moved to scoop Kevin into his arms. Although similar in height and build, Stefan worked out regularly at the gym and prided himself on his ability to carry Kevin. He sat them in their chair, hugging his mate close and murmuring soothing sounds into brunette hair.
“Terry brought them home,” Kevin continued. He had to get this out now. He was not sure he could again if he stopped. It was still terrifying to think about, but Stefan deserved to know … needed to know. “He said I would like it. I didn’t. They were thick metal wrist manacles joined by a chain to ankle restraints. He was going to put my arms behind my back, but I think he saw the panic. Instead, he locked them in front. They were heavy and hard and I hated them. I begged him to take them off. All I could do with them on was shuffle my feet the distance of the chain and lift and lower my arms a short distance. He pushed me to my knees and I knew it would be really hard to stand again. I could see he was getting really turned on the sight of me naked and helpless, but I hated it. I hated it,” he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper.
“As bad as that was, it got worse, he unzipped himself and began lubing his cock and I knew no matter what I said, how much I begged, he was going to take me and I wouldn’t be able to stop him. He’d left the key on the coffee table and when he dropped to his knees in front of me, I lashed out, catching him with the manacles. I snatched up the key and managed to unlock my ankle to move. I grabbed the phone and locked myself in the bathroom. As Terry hammered on the door I called the security services and managed to get free of the shackles.”
Kevin stopped and Stefan rubbed his back in a reassuring gesture. Now the blond understood why his lover had been so freaked out over being retrained. But more, he knew just how much love and trust had been placed in his care that Kevin now enjoyed their mild bondage games.
“When security arrived, I came out of the bathroom in a robe and told them I wanted Terry removing from the apartment and he was not to be given access to the building. He tried to tell them that we’d just had a lover’s spat and if they left us alone for a few minutes things would be quickly sorted. Unlike with us, I didn’t have him as co-owner of the apartment and they refused to listen to him,” Kevin stopped to take a shaky breath before continuing.
“When he realised they were going to throw him out, he lunged for me and security barely managed to restrain him. It was only when they threatened to call the police that he suddenly went very calm. I couldn’t have called them; they’d have seen the chains and believed him and he knew it. He told them with such confidence that he would be back the next day, I could hardly believe it. As soon as he was gone I went round the apartment and packed away anything that was his, including every sex toy he’d made me buy. I posted it all to him; I didn’t care about the cost. I didn’t go out for a couple of months except to work and back. I even had groceries delivered. I’ve avoided anywhere he and I used to go. I’d only just been going out for a couple of months before I met you. I’d heard he’d found someone else and moved out of the city.”
Kevin shifted to be able to gaze into Stefan’s eyes, his own filled with long-suppressed pain and worry.
“Do I give you enough, Stefan? Are you really happy with what we do?”
Stefan devoured Kevin’s moth before replying. He framed the beloved face and held the anxious gaze with his assured one.
“What we do together is *our* choice. I would *never* treat you that way. We do what pleases us *both* or not at all. You give me all I could ever have asked for and more besides. You give me your body, your trust, your love. I am more than happy; I am a very blessed man. Will you let me show you how happy I am?”
At the small nod, Stefan urged Kevin to his feet and swept his lover back into his arms. He carried him to their bedroom and slowly denuded the desirable body. Each new patch of bared skin was stroked and kissed until Kevin was naked…panting…needy. Stefan stripped himself rapidly. He placed a long deep kiss to already swollen lips, then nibbled his way down to Kevin’s collar. He kissed the symbol of their trust and then sucked a small rose-pink nub into his mouth. He teased the other with his fingers and then alternated between them until they were hard and reddened, tugging at the silver rings adorning them.
Stefan dropped to his knees and, to a soft whine from Kevin, took his lover’s dripping arousal into his mouth. His hand squeezed and rolled Kevin’s sac as his mouth worked his length. His tongue stroked the pulsating vein and probed at the tiny slit and he drank all the pre-come Kevin could offer. Soon that was not enough. He directed Kevin onto the bed and knelt between out-flung thighs. He kissed the hard cock, the drawn up balls and lower to bathe the dusky rosette with tiny kisses and licks. He began to stretch Kevin as he sucked him.
Kevin writhed and moaned beneath the blond. It felt like Stefan was showing him he was treasured, desired, loved and the brunette found that as arousing as the physical ministrations to his body. His hips were pumping frantically, Stefan letting him use his mouth and Kevin felt such a rush of love it tipped him over the edge. He screamed his mate’s name as talented fingers brushed his sweet spot and a demanding maw swallowed all he had to give. As he lay boneless, his legs were lifted onto strong shoulders and Stefan sheathed himself effortlessly. As he sank fully inside, Kevin found his lips taken and his mouth devoured as hips drove into him with fast, deep strokes. Stefan’s arms reached around to cradle him as close as possible and then, within seconds, Stefan’s hot seed coated his channel.
They panted wetly, sharing each other’s breath, neither wanting to break the intimacy of the moment.
“I love you with all I am and all I have, Kevin,” Stefan vowed. “Never doubt it.”
“I love you, Stefan, so much, so very much. I need you,” Kevin whispered.
“Just as I need you, baby,” Stefan assured. He gently withdrew from Kevin’s body and they nestled so close together that it was impossible to see where one ended and the other began. They whispered words of love and devotion, content to lie and savour the languid afterglow.
****
Drake was not so easily deterred. On Monday there was a wrapped gift waiting for Kevin in his office. The brunette handed it unopened to his mate. Stefan opened it after sending Kevin to retire for the night. It contained a Jeffry Farnol novel and the blond’s blood boiled to think Drake had been watching his lover. As he joined Kevin in bed, he gathered the lithe form to him tightly.
“Who would I speak to in your offices to get to see Drake face-to-face?” Stefan asked.
“If you go to Customer Services, they could put a call through to his secretary, but I doubt he’d come out,” Kevin replied, drinking in his mate’s warmth and strength. He had been more than happy to put the unwanted gift into Stefan’s hands and let him deal with it his way.
“He will,” Stefan said with quiet assurance. “I will warn him one more time.”
****
Stefan used his most professional manner and winning smile on the young brunette girl behind the desk.
“I realise I do not have an appointment, but I assure you that if you pass on the message that Mr Jacob is here with his Jeffrey Farnol book, he will be willing to meet me.” Stefan was at his most suave and persuasive and could see the girl was practically melting in the heat of his smile.
“I’ll see what I can do,” the young woman said breathlessly. The blond man was sex-on-legs with a body to die for and a voice that oozed sensual charisma. However, she was not sure that Mr Drake would agree to see him. He was not a man to cross. She had heard that when he was charming, the birds would leave the trees for him, but when angry, it was time to take cover. She was glad she did not work for him. She got through to his secretary and held as the message was relayed. To her surprise she was told Drake himself would come and collect Mr Jacob. She informed the blond who gave her another soul-melting smile.
Drake made no attempt to shake Stefan’s hand; he just indicated the blond should follow him. Watching the by-play, the young woman shivered. Whatever was between the two men, seeing the looks in their eyes, she was glad it had nothing to do with her.
Drake took Stefan into his office and stood in front of his desk, smirking superciliously as he regarded the package.
“If my sub had received such a gift, it would be ashes,” he said scornfully. “You’re pathetic, weak. You should stand aside for a strong Dom to give Kevin what he needs.”
“This book is not the problem. You are. I did not destroy it because these are no longer in print and they are valuable to Kevin just as he is precious to me.” He moved so quickly that he caught the bigger man completely by surprise, ramming the book into his midriff to a grunt of pain. As Drake staggered against his desk, Stefan tossed the book onto it. “Keep away from Kevin. And if I find he is experiencing problems at work because of you I swear you will regret it.”
As the door to his office closed, hate-filled green eyes glowered menacingly.
****
Kevin had a bad feeling, but put on a happy facade. It was two weeks after the book incident, although all Stefan had told him was he had returned the book. In the aftermath, Kevin had caught a couple of glimpses of Drake staring hungrily at him, but the big man kept his distance. He had thought of telling Stefan, but part of him reasoned that there was little his mate could do about looks he was given. Especially when, on the subsequent occasions Drake had been required to speak to him, the older man had been personable and professional even if his green eyes had remained uncannily shuttered. For the last week, Drake had even stopped the looks and Kevin had started to believe the bigger man had lost all interest in him. However, today he and a group of the store’s managers were having lunch together, and that included Drake. They were in Stefan’s restaurant and the looks the older man was giving him made him very uneasy.
Drake seemed to know exactly how to make him uncomfortable. He would stare into Kevin’s eyes, lick his lips slowly and more than once, when the opportunity arose, he had stared hungrily at Kevin’s crotch. Now he was staring at Kevin whilst running his fingers suggestively up and down the stem of his wine glass.
From where he stood supervising the activities in the restaurant, Stefan seethed inwardly whilst retaining a professionally calm facade. The booking had not been made by Drake, but the blond was certain this was the older man’s doing. He could see how uncomfortable Kevin was becoming, but to go over would invite unwanted attention from his lover’s co-workers.
Lunch was brought over by one of the efficient staff. Although Kevin knew the food was good, he could barely taste it as he waited for … something.
He glanced up as a young, slim, devastatingly beautiful, brunette male entered the restaurant. He was immaculately dressed to show off his lithe, almost boyish physique. It seemed as though all eyes were upon the beauty although he seemed to be looking for someone specific. As his eyes found Stefan, his face lit up with an incandescent smile and he rushed over to the blond. As Stefan turned, Kevin was stunned to see him enveloped in a passionate embrace by the younger man and their mouths fused together in a fervent kiss.
For a few seconds all of Kevin’s insecurities about his place in Stefan’s life crashed around him. Was this what… who… the blond wanted in his bed? He felt as though his chest was being crushed and he could barely breathe. Then it was though he could *hear* Stefan’s words from the day they had returned from the bookshop. ‘Never doubt it.’ His eyes flicked to Drake and he saw the triumphant smile.
Stefan was taken completely by surprise by the actions of the chestnut beauty and the whistles and claps flustered him even more. As the kiss ended, he pushed the younger man away, his anguished eyes seeking his mate, fearing what he would see.
“You *planned* this,” Kevin’s distraught voice accused as he stood to glare angrily at Drake. Now all eyes were turned in his direction, but he barely noticed. He watched Drake’s smile freeze as people turned to look at him. “Why are you doing this?” Kevin no longer cared if people’s guesses about his sexuality were right or not. “I love Stefan. Why can’t you leave us alone?”
Across the room, the brunette had taken a couple of steps away from Stefan when he had seen the look in the oceanic orbs. He could see the pain that was in both men’s faces and shame suffused his body.
“I’m sorry. Really sorry. I was told this was just going to be a harmless joke. I can see it wasn’t.”
“No,” Stefan husked. “Not a joke and not harmless.” He was so proud of his lover, he was hardly aware of the brunette’s words.
“I’ll leave. Please don’t think too badly of me. I was warned about how manipulative Drake was but thought I knew better. I’m sorry.”
Stefan spared a quick glance at the brunette beauty and could see how genuinely sorry the other man was. He gave him a quick nod to show he had accepted the apology and then focused all his attention on Kevin. He met his lover halfway as Kevin had left his table to seek the sanctuary of Stefan’s arms. He could feel the shaking of the slender form and he caught the eye of his deputy manager.
“I’ll take care of everything,” the younger man said. “Get him out of here, Stefan.”
“Tell his table he will not be back at work this afternoon. I will come back as soon as possible.”
The other man shook his head. “Stay with him. He needs you more than we do. We’ll manage.”
Stefan nodded gratefully and ushered his lover through a ‘Staff Only’ door.
“That was unbelievably cruel, Drake,” the lone female of the group said as Kevin was whisked away. She glanced up at the young man who appeared at their table.
“Mr Jacob sends his apologies,” he improvised, “but his partner will not be returning to work this afternoon.”
“That’s quite alright,” the woman assured, reaching for her purse. “I’ll take care of everything. I would also like my bill. I’ve lost my appetite.”
The four other men at the table followed suit, leaving Drake alone and seething. The mouthy little sub had ruined everything. He had expected Kevin to be crushed not furious. His mind worked furiously to calculate his options. They seemed very few.
****
Stefan and Kevin did not speak on the way home. The blond cast worried glances over at his mate, but knew they needed to get home. As they barrelled unceremoniously into their living room, Stefan found his arms full of passionate, demanding brunette. Their kisses were hard, fervent, needy and Stefan hardened almost instantly, growling his approval as Kevin’s taste replaced that of the other. He manoeuvred them towards the bedroom, tearing at Kevin’s clothing to achieve the feel of skin-to-skin he craved.
Kevin pushed his mate onto the bed and worked feverishly, his hands shaking, as he fumbled with the fastenings of Stefan’s clothes. He was desperate to have his lover as naked as he was, to see and feel Stefan’s body.
“Yours, yours, yours,” he chanted. His mouth paid homage to his mate’s nipples and ribs before his nuzzled the thatch of thick blond curls at Stefan’s groin. He moaned softly as Stefan moved the erect flesh over his face, leaving trails of pre-come in its wake. Then Kevin was rolled beneath Stefan as the blond loomed over him.
“Mine,” he growled. He moved to flip Kevin onto his stomach and rumbled approvingly as the brunette’s legs parted instantly. He pulled the globes open roughly, shoving his tongue inside as he fumbled for lube. He wanted to be inside his mate as quickly as possible. He pulled Kevin up onto hands and knees as his fingers impaled his lover and his hand pumped hard at Kevin’s equal needy cock. Once…twice…Stefan tugged at Kevin’s sac to prevent his mate coming. He lubed himself generously, knowing it was going to be a hard ride.
He slammed into heated depths to a wail of approval from his mate. The coupling was fast and feral, the most uninhibited they had ever made love. Kevin pushed back to meet every thrust of the bigger man, demanding deeper, faster, harder in inarticulate moans, wails and growls. The air was quickly saturated with the scent of sweat, musk and pre-come and the animalistic sounds of possessor and possessed as well as the rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh.
Stefan pulled out of Kevin’s body to a shriek of denial. He shoved his lover onto his back, pushing Kevin’s knees back to almost touch his shoulders and rammed inside to a shout of approval. Now he could watch Kevin unravel, watch his cock plunge in and out of the willing body. He saw the lust-darkened eyes, the sweat-sheened chest, his lover’s smattering of chest hair now damp with their combined heat and the hard, red flesh of Kevin’s neglected cock as it left silvery trails over his lover’s abdomen.
“I love you. You are mine.” He repositioned Kevin’s legs around his waist, leaning over the smaller body to pin the brunette’s wrists in one large hand. Kevin’s erection now had the friction of their bellies and Stefan plundered Kevin’s mouth over and over as they soared towards a shared zenith. Possessed and possessor, it was suddenly impossible to know who was which. Stefan was buried in heated depths and surrounded by the man he loved, his body, his scent, his love. “Come for me,” he growled, gazing into eyes so dark as to be black.
Kevin’s body tensed at the command, the tendons on his neck straining and then with a cry Kevin came hard, shuddering and moaning his pleasure.
At the sight, sound, scent, sensation of his mate’s orgasm, Stefan could no longer resist the demands of his own body. He groaned a low, deep guttural sound as Kevin’s silken sheath contracted and he let himself fall into his release. His hips pumped arhythmically, emptying his essence into Kevin’s body. As the last of his semen left his cock, Stefan bit hard at Kevin’s throat. He never marked the younger man where he could be seen, but here, now, he would not be denied.
“Mine,” he said, huskily, darkly, possessively, as he released the flesh, staring proudly at the bruise.
“Yours,” Kevin affirmed, softly, lovingly, submissively.
Stefan pulled out of his lover’s body, noticing the soft hiss and slight wince, but Kevin did not hesitate as he was pulled into protective arms.
“Only ever mine,” he said, aggressively, passionately, a response to the challenge issued that had been met. He inhaled deeply, relishing their combined, satiated scents and the soft snuffling sounds of his lover sleeping in his arms. When Kevin awoke he would bathe his lover to ease some of the aches. He nuzzled closer, content and secure.
****
The next day Stefan could see that Kevin was almost vibrating with suppressed excitement as he sat alongside Stefan’s legs. The blond drew the brunette to kneel between his splayed thighs. He caressed the beautiful face and trailed his fingers down to hook into the nipple rings to tug at them.
“Is there something you wish to tell me?” Stefan asked with a smile.
“Remember Brenda, the only woman of the group yesterday lunchtime?” Kevin asked his face alight with excitement. “She took me aside today and told me that Drake has requested a return to his original office citing as personal problems the reason why he can’t settle here. He’s likely to be gone within a month.
Stefan felt as though a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He caressed his lover’s cheeks.
“And you are happy?” He teased his mate.
“Yes.”
The single word conveyed a world of emotions and Stefan smiled, his hand reaching for the zip of his work pants.
“Show me how happy,” he husked and then groaned pleasurably as Kevin bent immediately to obey.
****
Stefan smiled as Kevin swayed before him. The club was not their normal scene. If they went out they preferred gay bars. This was an occasional indulgence. It was a discreet D/s club. There were other parts, for those in a more intense relationship, but here it was mostly just drinking and dancing with the Doms displaying their subs. Stefan was dressed in steel-toed biker bots, well-worn denims with his leather chaps and a tight white t-shirt.
His eyes raked proudly over his mate. Kevin wore a scoop-necked sleeveless vest that displayed his collar and a new silver slave bracelet fastened to his right biceps. The gauzy material left little to the imagination. The barely-there top was so sheer that the chain linking his pierced nipples was clearly visible. The pants Kevin wore were also of a thin material. The only underwear on his lover was a cockring and sheath combination. The sheath had a small steel circle at the head through which Stefan had threaded a leather tie and so Kevin’s hard cock was restrained against his belly. As they danced, Stefan was able to fondle the hard flesh, the freely-swinging balls and follow the trail of the leather tie around his mate’s waist.
They never stayed at the club for more than a couple of hours. Stefan liked others to see but not touch. He accepted the admiring looks, but growled at any getting too close. Kevin was still a little overwhelmed by the attention he got. However, an hour or so was usually enjoyable for both men. They had been out on the floor for a few dances and now Kevin danced just for Kevin. It was little more than a gentle swaying of his lover’s body, but Stefan loved it.
As one song ended and another began, Kevin perched on Stefan’s knee. He sipped his orange juice and Stefan shared a drink of his gin and tonic.
“I need to cool down a little, lover,” Kevin rasped, pushing at his sweat-damp hair. “Back in a minute.” He grinned happily as he made his way to the men’s room. The gentle exhibitionism never failed to get Stefan hard and Kevin wanted nothing more than to be taken home … and taken. In the wash room, he splashed cold water on his face. As he straightened he glanced in the mirror and gasped at the sight of the man behind him. Kevin tried to move, but a hard fist in his lower back drove the breath from Kevin’s body. He was then pulled back against a hard chest and a cruel hand dropped to his groin, squeezing hard.
“I leave for my home town tomorrow,” Drake’s voice was cold and hard as he dragged Kevin towards a cubicle. “I was expected to get a promotion after this move, now I have to start over. James, the pretty boy I had been working on, wouldn’t even answer my calls after the restaurant fiasco and all because of a mouthy sub. I couldn’t believe you would come to this club. I thought this far too risqué for you two. Since you’re here, I’m going to show you what that mouth of yours is really good for.”
Kevin understood all too well the implication of Drake’s words and tried to struggle free. Before they could get any further, Drake gave his own pained cry and his grip was suddenly gone. Kevin turned to see Stefan holding Drake’s arms so high up the older man’s back that he was forced to stand on tiptoe. Another swift move and Drake was on the floor, Stefan’s heavy boot on his cheek.
“I could have dislocated your shoulders,” Stefan’s voice was low and deadly in the small space. “It would have taught you not to touch that which belongs to another. I could crush your cheekbone, but Kevin and I like coming here and you are not worth the hassle. Instead you will leave. Now. You will speak to the blond doorman, Michael. You will give him your name. In five minutes I will check with him you are gone. Michael is also from Romania and a friend of mine. If you have not left we will search for you. And you had best pray it is Michael that finds you. I will not be so forgiving next time.”
As Drake was allowed to stand, the bigger man rushed from the room. Stefan growled his approval and then turned to take his lover in his arms.
“Are you hurt?” He asked solicitously.
“No, you came in time,” Kevin said. The pain from Drake’s touches was already forgotten as he nuzzled against Stefan. “You would really have fought for me, wouldn’t you?” His voice was tinged with a hint of awe.
“Of course. I would do whatever it took to keep you safe and keep you mine.”
“Take me home?” Kevin asked, rubbing against Stefan’s thigh. Arousal had rapidly replaced fear.
“Soon. First I ensure Drake left, then we will have one more drink.” He caught hold of one of Kevin’s hands and lifted it to his lips and nipped at the heel. “Then we will go home and I will show you how much you are mine.” He indicated Kevin to precede him
Kevin moved from nuzzling at Stefan’s throat to obey. If his lover had bent him over the wash basins, he would not have resisted. His eyes were filled with adoration as he watched Stefan stride towards the entrance of the club. He had no doubts now. He really was Stefan’s and he would have it no other way.