“It sounded like a fun invitation,” I told him; felt him squeeze me a little more in response.“Is your...”
He chuckled, though that might’ve been at my looking around almost guiltily.
“Don’t worry about him.He’s in the bedroom, waiting.But you’re here to see me, remember?”
I tugged him closer, so that I could stroke down the curve of his spine through the loose shirt.Fingers shaping the ample heft of his ass, enjoying the way William’s grip on me shifted as his hand was trapped between us.
“Do you do this a lot?”
William laughed.“Were you hoping for a virgin?I’m sorry to disappoint.”
I squeezed more, a palmful of his cheek.Relishing the soft muscle, the way it filled my hand.How he lifted, just slightly, onto his toes, to press himself against me.
“I didn’t say I was disappointed.”
Another laugh, and then he pulled away.Still holding my hand, though, to lead me down the hallway and into the bedroom.
Big bed, dim lighting.It felt a little like a hotel room, even, though a nicer one than where I was meant to be sleeping that night.William’s hand groping at me again, as I turned to see the whole space.
Then froze, at the sight of the man in an armchair in the corner.
Flynn’s eyes widened, above the simple leather gag.
He was wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants, his feet bare on the rug.The strap across the lower half of his face was the only restraint I could see, even if Flynn’s body language was that of someone tied up, immobilized.As though being robbed of his voice was enough to render him powerless in all other ways, destined to only observe.
I should say something, I knew I should.
“That’s...”I started.
William eased my face around, away from the intent stare of his boyfriend.“Ignore him, and kiss me.”
We’d not negotiated kissing; I knew some guys weren’t up for it, even if they wanted to have sex.William apparently was not one of those guys, his mouth hungry and urgent.
It was a good kiss, could even have been a mesmerizing one, if it wasn’t for the knowledge of who was watching me do it.A sense of exposure like nothing I’d ever experienced before, Flynn’s gaze feeling like it burned where it touched me.
A flicker of guilt, at William’s fingers tugging at my jeans.I groaned into his mouth as he pushed his hand inside, groping me through my boxer-briefs.
He pulled back, just slightly.Close enough, still, that I could barely focus on his swollen pupils.
“It’s fatter than it looked in pictures,” he purred, approvingly.
His voice was louder than it needed to be, that was my first thought.Until I realized William wasn’t saying that for my ears, for my benefit.A report intended for his partner, sitting little more than ten feet away.
I couldn’t help it, I had to glance over.Wanting to see if Flynn was ready to leap up out of the chair and drag us apart; if his eyes had narrowed into a hate-filled glare.I’d thought I could just about understand the dynamic of a couple doing this, on the cab ride over, the motivations of exhibitionist and voyeur.Yet those mechanisms only made sense when the two people were strangers, I realized: all my explanations fell apart, with the reality that Flynn was an actual, fully-rounded person.
A person now watching his boyfriend ease my jeans down, as he licked and nibbled along my neck.
I rocked on my heels slightly, as William released me.Only for a moment, though; steadied as he crouched down, his hands on my hips.Tugging my pants to my ankles, then off completely as I instinctively, obediently, lifted each foot in turn.
His face was hot through the white cotton of my trunks, as he pressed his cheek against my erection.When I looked down, it was to see a glazed sort of pleasure in his expression.I felt the twist of his grin.
“Take your shirt off.”
It was easier to watch him as I did it, to hold his eye rather than allow my gaze to once again be dragged across the room.Enjoying, too - despite everything: the shock, the sense that all of this was deeply wrong, somehow - the clear lust in William’s stare as he eyed my torso.How his fingers tightened on the backs of my thighs.
“That’s hot,” he murmured.
My grin was automatic.“I’m glad you think so.”
