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Chapter Seven – The Same Thing

Christian could tell Brown was surprised by his sudden confession. Just how dense could he be not to realize the real reason Christian had been pissed at him?

“Explain.” The order was short and brooked no contradiction.

Ah, damn, this was hard. He moved his wrists and ankles, but it was impossible to get out of those restraints without assistance. Maybe accepting that position, one that didn’t allow him to run, hadn’t been that brilliant an idea.

He looked away. Brown’s rough hand rested on top of his sex, without doing anything.

“Christian. There’s nowhere for you to run. Be honest.”

“You,” Christian started but choked on his word. “You just didn’t think anything of it. Of me.”

“I certainly did. You made me come while fucking yourself with my cock. What other proof did you want?”

“You thought I was bad.”

There was a short silence. Then a sigh followed. “What am I to do with a hothead like you?”

Christian had a few ideas, but he still had half a brain and knew what Brown meant by that. So he kept his mouth shut.

“You stirred me all right last night. You gave me a taste of you, and then you run away. Like a coward.”

“Who’s a coward?” Christian revolted.

“If you didn’t like something, you should have stayed and talked about it.”

“But then you would have had the upper hand.”

And made me feel young and inexperienced.

“Is this what things are about with you? Having the upper hand? Being in control?”

“Aren’t you about the same stuff? You should hear yourself talking.”

There was a small pause again, from the other. He was ready to ask to be released, regardless of consequences, but the hand on his cock began teasing it again.

“You’re too young.” The hand was warm, but the voice was cold. “You shouldn’t walk around, pretending you know what you’re doing. Don’t you realize what position you are in, Christian? I could do everything I want right now, and you wouldn’t be able to stop me.”

What that supposed to scare him? Maybe a little. But no, that wasn’t the kind of game he played. He let out a small moan and turned his head so that he could bury his face into the crook of his shoulder.

“Please, put your mouth on me, Mr. Brown,” he whispered.

“I never suck off my subs.”

“I’m not your sub,” he replied.

“That’s true.” The harsh voice was gone; the tone was now amused. “Since we’re at the point where you seem to consider yourself still much entitled to make demands, what else would you like?”

Christian knew why he was hiding his face. He could barely keep in a smile. “Suck my cock. And lick my ass,” he added quickly.

“Lick your ass?”

“Do to me what you never do to your subs.”

An exaggerated sigh was the immediate reaction. “You’re lucky you’re this beautiful.”

Beauty didn’t have much to do with anything. Christian was sure he wasn’t Brown’s type, seeing what kind of men he preferred as his playthings. But he could bring something to the table that even a guy like that could consider a novelty.

A penchant for disobedience. A true challenge. Of course, at any moment, Brown could just start laughing, leave him in that humiliating position, and go watch sports or whatever. To some degree, he would deserve it, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t try and see how much he could get away with.

The warm, firm tongue on his balls made him gasp. It was so sudden and nothing like he was expecting. That had been just a way to rile up Brown more, to take him further, but this was a surprise.

Was that hotshot CEO and sexy dom really doing what he wanted? It looked like it.

“Oh, Mr. Brown, this is so good,” he whispered.

His breath hitched in his chest as the bold tongue went lower and poked at his backdoor. Wow. Pleasure flooded him, and he squirmed, crazy about getting more.

“I’m putting my tongue inside your ass. One would think that you could drop formalities by now. When are you going to call me Rhett?”

He wasn’t ready for something like that. He had to up the ante with a crazy idea, but his brain was too much of a mess right now. “I can’t call you that.”

“Why? Because I’m too old for you?”

No, because you’re intimidating.

“Yes.”

“You cheeky brat.” Brown smacked one of his buttocks, making him yelp, but compensated by sticking his tongue again as deep inside as he could.

“Don’t call me that.”

“Hmm, and why should I listen to you?”

“I’ve been called that before. Call me something else.”

***

He had more fun than he was supposed to. What was the game about anymore? Christian was shameless, but, right now, that got him going like no other things had managed for a while. He was demanding, hot and sexy, and he knew how to push a few buttons.

Due to his position – the one he had chosen for himself a long time ago – he rarely performed such sexual acts. So it was surprising to see how much he liked it, rimming the boy, and making him moan like that.

“Hmm, so you don’t like being called a brat. Does it remind you of how young you are?”

There was no reply. Rhett alternated small licks with steady smacks on both buttocks. After all, the punk did deserve a red behind for his shenanigans. “Then I’ll stick to your given name. It is, after all, very beautiful, just like you.”

“Works for me. Punk is also nice.”

Rhett couldn’t allow himself to start laughing. How come he had never known what a riot Eddy’s cousin was? He would have made a move sooner.

But no, he had been caught up in other things. The timing was right, and it also gave him the leverage he needed, the kind he preferred to have. He could allow Christian to have fun and his ass licked. It was, after all, a sure way to get him hooked on him.

“All right, you little punk,” Rhett said and stood up. “I believe it’s high time you got a proper dicking.”

“I got one last night, thank you very much.”

“So young and no stamina?”

The teasing hit its mark. “You know what I mean.”

“All right. Then I think it’s time for us to stop here.”

“Can you?”

“What kind of question is that? Of course I can. I’m not a dog in heat.”

“Aren’t you hard?” Christian was struggling to move and see him better.

“Nothing happens unless you say ‘yes’, Christian.”

He could tell the little punk wasn’t all that pleased with having to ask. He pouted and then murmured, “Please fuck me, Mr. Brown.”

“Ah, should I?”

“That’s it! I’m going home!” Christian protested.

Rhett placed his hands on the boy’s waist. His hands looked rough and dark against the supple marble-like skin that made Christian’s ephebic beauty stand out even more. “Not so fast. I haven’t said ‘no’.”

“Then hurry and say ‘yes’. You ask me to confirm all the time. Now tell me that you want to fuck me. Please.”

“All right. If you’re so keen.”

“I’m not keen, I’m horny,” came the petulant reply.

“And I can’t wait to be inside you properly.”

Pools of blue filled with desire set on him, but their daggers were not as sharp as always.

He opted for praise. “You did well last night, Christian. You knew what you wanted and took it. You’ll grow up to be a great man one day.”

That seemed to appease the unruly youth for the moment. Rhett took his time to prepare both himself and the tight channel of muscles presenting itself so nicely. Christian shivered, moaned, and cursed softly.

“But you’ve also been a bit naughty and didn’t think that your body needed the proper preparation to accommodate someone else inside it. So, pay attention to this lesson, ‘cause it’s free. Don’t go around, challenging men to fuck you. Not all will be as considerate as I am right now.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

‘Little punk’ suited him. Rhett pushed inside gently, allowing the young body to adjust to his girth little by little. As much as everyone thought he enjoyed rough sex, it hadn’t brought him the usual pleasure for a while now.

It had to be because it was all new, but simple things, like how he took the time to get inside Christian, made him aware of everything he experienced at the moment, all he felt. With his usual partners, it was all about having a strategy, a plan.

But as much as he had tried to do the same with this beautiful boy before him, nothing was the same. It was laughable to think that it was an emotion experienced for the first time. He had fucked dozens of men before.

Another new desire grew inside, too. He never fucked raw. It had been ingrained in his mind from an early age that he needed to be safe from the world in all possible ways. But right now, he had this sudden, overwhelming wish to be inside Christian without the rubber between them, to fuck him until they both lost himself, and then looked at the cum gushing out of that well-fucked hole, a proof that he had been there, and a little part of him had fused with the other.

Something was wrong with him these days. He exhaled once he was all in.

“Mr. Brown, you’re so big,” Christian whispered, his beautiful eyes far gone, his mouth red and moist, his cheeks flushed with excitement. “Fuck me now.”

Rhett shook his head. Who made Christian so valiant? His parents doted on him and tried to keep him away from all evils. But that didn’t seem to stop him from being himself, someone brave and unrelenting in the pursuit of his desires.

He didn’t bother to argue and pulled back slowly, only to push harder inside.

“Oh, oh,” Christian chanted with each of his thrusts. “You surely know how to fuck, Mr. Brown.”

“I surely hope so.”

Wasn’t it ludicrous to let such praises hit home? Everywhere he went, people did that, to curry favors, without a doubt. But there was honesty in Christian’s words, and that made all the difference.

“This is so good,” Christian moaned. “Right there, ah, right there. Please, more.”

“You are really not supposed to ask for anything.” Rhett grunted as he found his rhythm, and pleasure soared inside him, too. “You are such a punk.”

Christian liked being called that. Maybe he had been called a good boy all his life. And sometimes a brat, according to him.

The swing helped his ample moves and hitting the same pleasurable spot over and over. It looked like it wouldn’t take Christian a lot to go over the edge. That was good because, surprisingly enough, he was not that far, either.

How was that plan again? To keep Christian on the verge of climax while he took care of his own business. That was hardly fair, and this way better. Sometimes, things were just that simple.

He took Christian’s cock and pumped it to control his partner’s orgasm. For silly reasons, he wanted to have both of them come together at the same moment.

Christian squirmed and shivered. “Not fair,” he moaned. “I want, I want …”

The words that followed made little sense, and Rhett knew why. That was just how he felt, too. They wanted the same thing.

He leaned over Christian and pulled him into a kiss as he moved his hips and his hand into the same rhythm for the last few times. They were the best kiss and the best fuck in a long time, and it was too bad he couldn’t bottle those moments and keep them forever.

***

Christian blinked lazily while Brown massaged his buttocks. They had abandoned the swing in favor of the bed, and they had made love again.

It was lovemaking; he tried to convince himself. It was complete and amazing, and his ass didn’t hurt as much as before. Brown really knew how to give it to him, and he was thankful for each minute of it.

“Is this how you treat all your subs?”

“I thought you didn’t consider yourself one.”

“I don’t. But I’m curious.”

Brown kissed his shoulder and pressed him down with his body by climbing on top of him. “You should stop getting so jealous. You’re young, you’re beautiful, and there’s an entire life before you. Don’t bother your pretty head with things like that.”

This guy was good; he was just so good. He knew exactly what to tell him, the words he longed to hear. But even knowing that Brown just wanted to play him, he still couldn’t help feeling happy.

“Were they many?”

With a small huff, Brown got off him and plopped down by his side. “Why are you so interested, Christian? Do you want to be my boyfriend, perhaps?”

Boyfriend. Christian frowned. “Of course not,” he replied, hoping his aggressive tone wasn’t making him sound like a liar. “Who would want that?”

Brown grinned. “I would go out on a limb and say that person is you.”

All right, he needed to get this fixed and quickly. He straddled Brown fast and placed both hands on his hard pecs. “Not interested. But I do like how you fuck. You’re awesome.”

“That hurt, you know? So, you’re just using me?”

Christian snickered. “So far, you seem to like it, too.” He leaned in and stole a kiss. Boyfriend. Right.

“I do. We should take a shower and then have you on your way. I’ll take you home.”

“No. I can’t risk being seen with you again. I’ll get in trouble.”

The illicit nature of the entire affair gave it flavor, and he loved it.

“Your cousin gave me an earful and told me to stay away from you.” Brown pinched his nipples playfully.

Christian recoiled. His entire body was a sensitive spot right now. “Ed doesn’t think you’re good for me.”

“He’s right. I’m not.”

“So? I don’t want you to be my boyfriend, anyway.”

Brown allowed him to indulge in the kiss more this time.

“Fuck me one more time,” Christian demanded.

“You’re one crazy beautiful punk. Your ass will definitely be sore.”

“It was sore before. What’s one more time going to do to it?”

***

He should have known better. His ass was something else, so Christian chose to find things to do while standing all Monday while working at the law firm. He itched to know what Brown was doing, which was silly because they were nothing but …

What exactly were they? Fuck buddies? That sounded like an arrangement, and they hadn’t talked about it. He had left Brown’s penthouse the day before without any promises that they would see each other again. They hadn’t talked about anything, really. Brown had indulged him in staying on top and getting as much pleasure as he wanted but had taken him on all fours, too.

Only thinking of it made Christian shiver in pleasure. When had he stopped thinking of mastering plans to play with Brown and had it replace with this feeling?

It was only physical pleasure, and since he was new to it, it was normal to think so much of it. At least, there was the promise of something more to come. They had exchanged phone numbers, and while he was dead set on the idea that he wouldn’t be the first to call, he surely hoped for the phone to ring and hear that rough, pleasant voice on the other end.

He checked his phone and saw a new message. Since he had to be an outstanding temp while working there, he had muted it.

Why are you so bad at driving?

The direct question put a smile on his face. He looked around to see if anyone noticed him typing messages instead of filing documents and then decided to escape to the bathroom.

I’m good at it. There are just too many obstacles everywhere.

He put the lid down and climbed on the seat. There was bubbling excitement in his chest, and he couldn’t stop grinning.

I’ll teach you.

What? Christian had been deemed a horrible, helpless student when it came to driving by people with a lot of experience teaching others. Where did all of Brown’s confidence come from?

But if you wreck my car, you’ll have to pay for it with your body.

Deal.

You don’t know what you’re agreeing to. It’s an expensive car. It might take you years to pay it back.

Then that’s a risk I’m willing to take.

All right, punk. This Saturday, at ten pm sharp. Be at the race track. You know which one I’m talking about.

Of course he knew. It had been there that he had given his first successful blowjob. It was unlikely he would forget about it all his life.

And he would learn how to drive! In that kind of car! Christian put one fist up and muttered a very quiet ‘yes’. He had something extraordinary to look forward to this weekend.

And he expected that they would have sex again. What new torture could he invent until then? He liked it when Brown dominated him, but even then, his mouth never shut up. It was also cool when he was on top and called the shots.

***

“Is this the car you were talking about?”

Rhett kept a straight face as he took in the petulant lips and disappointed expression on Christian’s face. “Of course. It is one of the best out there to teach someone how to drive.”

“So not cool,” Christian complained, but he got closer to inspect the Subaru Rhett had chosen for their lesson.

“It is cool enough to help you get the basics right without feeling the need to run out of tarmac. Get in.”

“If I wreck it, I think I can pay for it with like half a blowjob.”

Christian should know better than talk of blowjobs so soon. Not that Rhett couldn’t control himself; in all his dealings, he was anything but reckless. It was just when it came to the boy in front of him that he tended to forget about his usual modus operandi.

“Don’t be such a punk. You have a long way to give that good head.”

Christian’s face lit up. “Then I need more practice.”

Rhett shook his head. “Just get in the car already, and let’s see why you’re such a danger for society when you climb behind the wheel.”

***

Christian had been surprisingly obedient, but just as surprisingly, it looked like simple sequences of operations offered a challenge to him. In a way, it seemed like the young man was too smart for his own good. He treated driving like a problem for which he needed to find a solution, regardless of how many steps he skipped.

Still, Rhett didn’t lose his cool or concentration. Whatever driving teachers Christian had had before, they must have been stunned by the boy’s unconventional logic. It took him some time to figure out where the problem was, but it was smooth sailing after that.

“I am driving,” Christian said excitedly, both hands on the wheel, hunched forward and looking straight ahead.

“Now you can relax a little.” Rhett patted his shoulder and helped him lean back.

“Next time, can I drive your Aventador?”

“Not just yet.”

“But sometime in the future?”

“Maybe.”

They stepped out of the car, and Christian stopped in front of him. “I really got it this time. How come you’re so good at teaching?”

Rhett shrugged. “I don’t know about teaching. I’d rather say that I’m good at giving directions.”

Christian cocked his head. “Is that a way of saying that you’re a good dom?”

“I suppose.”

Many things were a challenge with this boy. Rhett was no longer surprised. “I’m starting to understand what goes through your head.”

“You do?” Christian’s eyes grew wide.

“Yes. Right now, I can bet you’re just devising way of proving to me that I’m not that great a dom.”

“Close, but not quite.”

“Then indulge me, just this time. What are you thinking?”

Christian paused and then said quickly, “You don’t enjoy being a dom as much as you think.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. You enjoy it when I get on top of you and do anything I want with you.”

“Eh, then I must say that I notice a smidge of wishful thinking in what you say.”

Christian snorted. “No way it’s wishful thinking. Isn’t it nice to let go of all that tiring control once in a while, Mr. Brown?”

He had to reconsider. Christian could still take him by surprise with his line of reasoning. “All I do is let you feel good.”

“And? Why would you do it if you disliked it?”

Hmm. That was true. Rhett wasn’t one to beat around the bush. “I guess you’re right. But I’m wondering how come you get off so much on being the one on top? Young guys like you usually prefer a strong hand to guide them.”

Christian laughed, and Rhett felt an impulse to grab him and kiss him. “Maybe that’s me only when it comes to driving.”

***

“Christian, slow down a little.”

Brown could use his stern voice all he wanted. But he had given permission to have his cock used as Christian pleased, so there was no backing down from it.

All week, he had looked into what made the perfect blowjob. He had even used his dildo to practice and then dreamed of how it would feel while trying all those tricks with the real thing.

“Why should I slow down? Are you coming already?” Christian kept his hand tight around the base of the hard cock he was playing with.

“How come you went from level zero to one hundred at this?”

Christian shrugged. “I’ve studied all week.”

“Did you go around, sucking guys off?” Brown sounded alarmed.

Christian glared. “Of course not. I’m not loose. I just read, watched videos, and practiced on my dildo.”

“Ah, I see. If you told me you made your dildo come then, I wouldn’t be surprised.”

He could feel a grin splitting his face. “Is this what’s happening to you? Am I too good for you?”

Am I better than your other partners?

He didn’t ask that because he didn’t need another lecture on how he didn’t have to be jealous.

“There’s no such thing as too good. But sometimes, your intelligence scares me a little.”

“Good,” Christian said with satisfaction.

He had restrained Brown with the promise that he would not run away like a week ago. It was necessary since he was bent on not letting the other take the reins when he felt like it. It had been easier than expected to convince his host to have his hands tied to the headboard again.

And damn, Brown looked good like that. Christian had undressed him completely this time, and he had kissed all his body, insisting, of course, on his cock and balls. At first, Brown had teased him over what he wanted to do, but right now, he no longer seemed amused.

He was aroused, and a bit sweaty, and Christian loved to lick his neck and made him curse. But the main course wasn’t that.

Damn, he could get addicted to sucking that cock. The fact that Brown didn’t care about keeping his voice down or his thoughts to himself made it all the more rewarding.

“Will you beg me to let you come?”

Brown growled playfully. “You’re taking things too far, Christian.”

“Am I?” Christian used the hard cock in his hand to slap himself over the mouth and cheeks.

“All right. This time. Please let me come. Punk.”

“All you ever have to do is to ask nicely.” Christian pushed as much as he could into his mouth and began pumping, using one hand, too.

It didn’t take long. After being teased for a while now, Brown no longer needed anything else. The reward didn’t fail to show, and Christian swallowed, timing his last few suction motions to prolong the other’s orgasm. That had been one thing he couldn’t properly study on his dildo, and as far as tries went, it seemed to work just fine.

“Ah, so good,” he said with satisfaction as he pushed himself back.

“Untie me,” Brown demanded impatiently.

This time, he obeyed. It could be pretty uncomfortable to have his arms spread like that. His host was barely out of his restraints that he was grabbed, pushed on his back, and his cock swallowed to the hilt.

Of course, he still couldn’t deepthroat. But he had all the time to master that, as well.

TBC

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