Page 9 of Never Forget

I fucked his mouth, watching him closely for limits or signs he wasn’t into it, but the more I took control and used him, the more his eyes glazed over and his thighs clenched as his cock strained in the jock. I wanted so badly to splay him out and feast on him, suck him down and drink every last drop of his orgasm, but something told me he needed rules in place before I would be allowed to reciprocate this kind of pleasure. He’d set up the scene in a very particular way because he needed something specific from me. So after I came down his throat, I made him maintain eye contact while he jerked himself off, then watched as impassively as I could while he cleaned up his mess.

That night was the first of many. I could tell he liked it when I called him a dirty boy. When I used and degraded him and his skin flushed pink, eyes glossy and far away. It became routine—something he needed. Something I was happy to give him.

Naz shifts, nuzzling deeper into my side. The movement takes some pressure off my bicep and allows me to stretch out a little. Pins and needles race up and down the limb as the feeling in my hand and forearm returns, but I try not to move too much. I know exactly how this is going to go the moment he wakes up and notices the way he’s draped over me. I’m not trying to speed things along. I’m quite enjoying my moment of Zen, listening to the way his breaths are synced to the rhythm of the waves hitting the shore and having a chance to really look at him. The way his eyelashes fan over his cheeks, the strands of his thick black hair tousled over his face and my shoulder. His perfect lips pressed together in a pout. I love the way he looks grouchy in his sleep.

He’s so fucking beautiful.

And that’s just his face. I don’t dare look too long at the expanse of dark tan skin, covered in intricate ink, the sheet he’s tangled up in barely covering his bare ass and one gloriously long, shapely leg.

“Are you seriously perving on me while I sleep?” He grumbles without opening his eyes.

“Can you blame me?” I chuckle. “Besides, you’re not even awake yet, how would you even know?”

“For one, I’m obviously awake because I’m talking to you. And two, your boner is stabbing me in the leg.”

And three…

Two…

One.

Naz’s eyes snap open and he lifts his head, first looking down at the way he has his arm around my chest and then at his leg cocked up over my hips. Then he looks up at my face, scowl firmly in place.

“What the fuck is this shit,” he grumbles and tries to pull away, but I wrap my arms around him and pull him fully on top of me. His protests are even funnier smothered into my chest. “Oh my gawd, gerroff!”

“You get off,” I say, laughing. “Need I remind you that you’re the one who crawled over here and slept basically on top of me all night?”

“I’m glad you think you’re funny. Let me up, asshole.”

I bring a hand to his chin and hold it in place while I look down at him, intentionally giving him the hard eye contact that has become an integral part of our play. I like him to look at me as much as possible, because no matter how much he escapes into his happy sub space, I don’t want him to forget who’s giving it to him. I won’t let him forget who makes him feel good, who gives him what he needs.

“I’ll let you go if that’s what you really want, but there’s no reason we can’t enjoy ourselves while we’re here.”

I rock my hips up, pressing into him to make my point obvious, if it wasn’t already. My cock slides along his. He’s just as hard as I am, and I can see the restraint in the way he holds his body. He wants this just as much as I do, and I cannot imagine a better morning than a leisurely morning make-out and frot session while the sun rises over the ocean just outside our window.

But that’s not what we do. Even on vacation. Even when we were put in the same room without being asked.

It’s still breaking one of Naz’s rules. It’s too much for him.

I release him, smiling to make sure he knows I’m not upset.

Naz doesn’t make eye contact again until he’s dressed and nearly out the door. At the last moment, he turns to look back at me. There’s a spark of regret in his expression, and then I watch in real time as he schools his features before stepping out of the room.

Even in a houseful of the people closest to him, he wears it. The mask he puts on, the persona he steps into. Naz is the calm one who never takes anything too seriously. The reasonable one everyone comes to when they need to work things out. The unaffected, aloof, go with the flow but always gets things done guy. An extroverted introvert who is there for everyone else, but doesn’t think he needs anybody for anything.

Watching him put it on hurts almost as much as the way he keeps me at arm’s length, but then I remember I’m the only one who gets to see him without that mask. I’m the only one he feels safe enough to be real with.

He knows I’m here for him. And I’ll make sure he never forgets it.

Unknown: Hey Scott, I have a proposition for you. Big payout. Discreet. Give me a call.

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NAZ

I take a deep breath the moment the door clicks shut behind me. It’s not his fault that lines got crossed this morning. Scott is nothing but careful and diligent about boundaries. It’s one of the reasons I trust him.