Page 42 of Whirlwind

He sighed internally. This was where it was probably all going to fall apart. Micah was sexy, eager, and submissive, but the chances were that they’d have nothing in common. Or he’d have some terrible personality flaw.

If they chatted and it went badly enough, Eric might not even want to do the scene, though he didn’t think that was likely.

More likely, they’d chat socially, have some good chemistry for the scene, and then never see each other again.

He felt frustrated and exhausted just thinking about it.

The chemistry he had with Micah almost made it worse. He was just so perfect as an alluring mystery that it would be a shame to tear that down.

Suddenly, Micah pulled away from his chest, breaking him out of his morose thoughts.

“Is everything alright… sir?”

How had he figured out that something was wrong when he couldn’t even see because his head was buried in Eric’s neck?

“Everything’s fine, baby. I was just planning our scene.” He lowered his voice. “I’ve got big plans for this sexy body.”

Micah squirmed against him, pleased.

Alright, it was time to bite the bullet. “But before we can enact those plans, we’ve got a couple hours to get to know each other. You sit right here,” he dropped a kiss on Micah’s forehead, something else he never did, “and I’ll grab my jacket and our lemonades and be right back.”

Gripping Micah to his chest, he stood from the chair, turned, and then nestled Micah back in it.

The trip to collect the things he’d mentioned wasn’t nearly long enough. What were they going to talk about?

As a Dom, he found it easy to step into a role of command, easily barking out orders, checking in, and supplying ready praise.

In everyday situations, he was just a bit… quieter. He hoped that wasn’t a turn-off for Micah. He hoped even more that the conversation wouldn’t falter.

When he returned to the chair, he settled Micah into his lap, but sideways this time. It would give him a bit of emotional and physical space, even though he wanted to stay close.

He wanted to torment his boy, too. Maybe he thought of this as a little lead-in scene...

He ran his fingers down Micah’s chest, brushing lightly over his nipple and the leather straps, then continuing down to just below his shorts.

“So, Micah, tell me what you do all day.”

What followed was a scintillating conversation that left Eric re-thinking all his assumptions. Micah was a database administrator, so he understood immediately when Eric talked about his work as a software engineer. He asked interesting questions about things that would have bored anyone else to tears.

While Eric usually found user mistakes and complaints annoying, Micah found them hilarious, and had an endless stream of funny stories to recount.

Micah started talking about politics—something that Eric tried to avoid unless he was pretty close to someone. But Micah put his views out there without fear and with great conviction.

He saw a better world and spoke passionately about rights for oppressed groups. Moreover, he believed that somewhere amidst the corruption, voters and protesters could fight for changes that would make a difference.

He was refreshing.

He shared stories about his friends, the men that would hopefully be scening with them tonight. He’d planned to do that, but he’d surprised himself by also talking about his family. He didn’t have anything to hide, nothing traumatic or difficult, but it was rare that he shared that much of his private life.

Their conversation segued into music and movies, where Micah shared insightful and nuanced opinions about a number of titles that they both enjoyed. They got into little squabbles about silly things, and Eric realized that he was enjoying himself greatly.

If Micah weren’t dressed provocatively in leather straps and bare skin, it would almost feel like he was hanging out with a good friend over coffee.

Micah was bubbly and outgoing, nimbly guiding the conversation, but also paying close attention whenever Eric spoke.

For perhaps the first time in his life, sharing things about himself with someone new felt easy.

Long after their lemonades had turned to tepid water from the melted ice, he realized that he hadn’t even followed through on his plan to tease the boy while they chatted.