Page 14 of Promises Kept

“Fuck, tú diabhal beag, you little devil,” Dylan swore. “You’re quite a kinky little bugger, aren’t you?”

Alec smiled lazily and continued hitting the ruler against his thigh. Dylan’s eyes were drawn to it, as Alec intentioned.

“If you don’t want to,” Alec waved the ruler, “you can always grovel at Barry’s feet. That’ll be the only thing maybe that gets you back in his good books. You might even have to kiss those hideous shoes he wears too.”

Dylan knew when he was beaten. He grabbed the ruler from Alec’s hands and pulled him to his feet roughly, wrapping strong arms around him, pinning him in place. Alec stood pressed against him, his lips parted and an anticipatory look in his eyes. His hardness pressing against Dylan’s was testament to how turned on they were with this little power play.

“You know, a ghrá mo chroí,” Dylan growled softly, “one of these days you’ll be the one on the end of the ropes binding you to the bed and then we’ll see how much you can take before you beg me for bloody mercy.”

Alec leaned in, his warm breath against Dylan’s ear. “I’m counting on it,” he whispered. He drove Dylan crazy with want. Dylan pulled Alec to him, taking his mouth in a fierce kiss, tasting the warmth of peppermint and coffee on Alec’s breath and the slick feel of his tongue as it sought the inner recesses of his own mouth.

The hard body pressed against his was urgent, and their hands sneaked under clothing, touching heated skin, their breath panting between them as they captured each other’s lips again. Dylan’s senses swam at the sensuality that his lover, his everything, gave him. When they drew apart, Dylan’s lips were swollen with the violence of their kiss.

“Christ, you do things to me nobody’s ever done before,” Dylan gasped as he tried to calm his rapidly beating heart. “You drive me crazy, a ghrá geal.”

Alec’s face was flushed, his lips wet, his eyes black. “I know how that feels,” he said throatily. “Believe me.”

The two men regarded each other. Dylan sighed and adjusted himself, wincing uncomfortably at the large erection that had sprouted in his pants. He noticed Alec doing the same and chuckled.

“We should know better than to start something here where we can’t finish it. But tonight, lover, your arse is mine. Count on it.”

Alec tucked his shirt back into his suit pants. “Go and get the whole apology thing done with Barry and maybe we can make a move toward home. It’s almost six pm anyway. I’m sure you can leave earlier for once. Then, as you so nicely put it, my arse is yours.”

As apprehensive as Dylan was about facing the tempestuous Barry, nothing short of a hurricane, and perhaps an earthquake, would deter him from taking Alec up on his offer.

He hurried out to meet his nemesis, secure in the knowledge that even if he didn’t succeed with Barry, he’d at least have a session with Alec later to make up for it.

***

An hour later, on his hands and knees as Dylan thrust into him with the ferocity of a man intent on driving him into the mattress, Alec gave up all thoughts of round two when he came like a geyser onto the sheets. Panting, limbs loose and trembling, he sank flat onto the bed, with Dylan still firmly inside him. His lover’s body was slick with sweat, his breath gasping in his ear.

“Fuck, that was something else.” Dylan’s voice held awe. “That arse of yours seems to have learnt some new tricks.”

Alec winced at the wet spot he was lying on. “Wow, that’s so romantic. You say the sweetest things.”

Dylan chuckled as he tongued Alec’s ear. “You felt really good, is what I’m saying.” He lifted off Alec and fell onto his back, pulling the sheet over his groin. Alec turned over and onto his side and snuggled into Dylan.

“I guess there’s something to be said for those articles on sex sites then,” he said smugly. “I read six or seven of them and thought I’d try out a few things. They obviously worked.”

Dylan nodded vigorously and kissed the top of his lover’s head. “Keep reading, boyo. Keep reading. You’ll have to show me where you found them.”

They lay together, Alec listening to the sound of Dylan’s heartbeat. He was half asleep when he felt a gentle kiss on his cheek.

“I love you madly, you know,” Dylan whispered. “You’re my everything.”

Alec smiled and snuggled closer. “Love you too,” he murmured sleepily. “And a week with you in the sunshine on a tropical island is the best thing I can think of.”

“Sleep tight, mo chroí.” Dylan shifted in the bed and drew the warm duvet up over them both. “Dream of me.”

“Always,” was Alec’s soft reply as he drifted into a warm, satisfied sleep.