Ryan
“You’ve never bottomed?” The words popped out before I realized there had to be a better way to bring it up.
Scott cocked his head. “I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t have to. You had the same look on your face when I asked you about sushi the first time.” He’d been the kid who’d never eaten anything weird growing up, so I’d made it my mission in college to broaden his horizons.
Dare was watching with a curious expression on his face, but he didn’t step in so I kept going. “If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine.”
We’d made enough progress that if he was ready to focus on something easier or just more like a traditional date, that was fine with me. Scott kind of shrugged, though, so I wasn’t sure if that was a request for an out or that he wasn’t sure what he should say.
“It never came up.”
I wasn’t sure if it was supposed to be a dirty joke or not, but Dare snickered. Scott blinked quietly a few times. “Oh. That wasn’t what I meant.”
Trying not to smile and failing miserably, I nodded. “For a minute, I thought your sense of humor had taken a dirty turn.”
Scott smiled and shook his head. “No. And no. It…um…no one ever asked.”
I felt Dare’s hand tighten on ours and he leaned in to give Scott a tender peck on the lips. “And bringing it up felt overwhelming and very personal, I bet.”
“Yes.” Scott kept it simple, but there was a lot of emotion in that one word.
Looking at him, I wasn’t sure how I’d missed it before. Dare said it was obvious and it probably was. I’d just never really looked. Maybe I hadn’t wanted to see, or maybe I’d just refused to. It wouldn’t have made things easier even if I’d seen it, though. Neither of us had been ready before Dare and without him we were still two…submissives without a Dominant.
Submissive.
There was nothing wrong with the word, but everything I could picture when I heard it didn’t feel like it related to me. I’d seen some bigger guys online who’d submitted to a partner, but that was porn. In real life, I’d never seen anyone like Scott and me.
And every sub in porn and in the clubs bottomed…loudly and enthusiastically.
I’d done it with Ian because I’d been curious, but it’d never felt right. He’d loved it when I got his prostate just right and the feel of my cock sliding deep inside him had lit him up. I’d never felt the same way, though. Ian had said that was fine, that not everyone liked bottoming, but over time I hadn’t seen any subs who didn’t like it. It’d just made me feel more…lost.
“Is it something you want to try?” I wasn’t sure if I should let Scott escape the conversation or not, but until Dare put a halt to it or Scott actually said he was uncomfortable, I was going to keep asking questions.
He shrugged like it didn’t matter, but his body shifted almost subconsciously, and Dare got tossed about, laughing. Scott tightened his grip on Dare and blushed. “Sorry.”
Dare smiled and gave Scott a kiss. “It’s fine. I think that’s a yes, though.”
Scott blushed and shrugged again, but it was less convincing that time. “Maybe?”
Dare seemed to see that as a green light to play a bit with Scott because he wiggled his ass and then leered at Scott. “I felt proof it’s more than a maybe.”
That just had him blushing redder, but he didn’t deny it. Dare leaned in close and dropped his voice to a husky whisper, but the apartment was so quiet his words were easy to hear. “Do you play with your ass when you jerk off?”
We were both squirming by the time Dare finished the question. Scott’s response was partly due to embarrassment, but we were both incredibly turned on as well. We were heading toward a sexual relationship, so teasing and even asking about things like that wasn’t wrong…but it was weird watching Dare ask Scott about it.
Scott didn’t verbally respond, but he nodded and licked his lips, drawing both our attention to his mouth. We hadn’t kissed since last night and I wanted to lean in and taste his lips, but I wasn’t sure what the rules were. I should have asked, but I’d been more focused on how the conversation would go than anything else.
Looking back at the morning, we’d both spent a ridiculous amount of time avoiding the other. Errands and excuses had kept us from showing the other how nervous we both were, but it hadn’t let us talk about any of the other things that were important.
Dare loved Scott’s nervous, aroused responses and kept up the teasing questions. “Do you have toys you use while you play with your cock?”
Fuck.
Scott took longer to respond that time. “Yes.”
Dare leaned in close and kissed his lips. “Thank you for answering my questions; I think that deserves a reward.” Then Dare smirked. “Especially since you didn’t even answer it with a question.”
A shiver ran through Scott, making it clear he was thinking of fun rewards. Dare’s grin widened. “I think Ryan wants a kiss too. Let’s make that part one of your reward.”
We both let out a low moan. Scott turned and gave me a heated look before speaking. “I wanted to kiss you this morning, but I was afraid you’d see how nervous I was and think it was because of you. I didn’t want it to seem like I was backing out.”
“Me too.” Then, because everything with Dare and the…submission was finally out in the open I glanced over at Dare. “May I kiss him?”
Dare and Scott moaned that time. Dare’s eyes flared with heat and he slowly nodded. “Take your time, though. I want to enjoy watching you. I’m going to thoroughly enjoy watching you play together.”
“Yes…Sir?” Scott peeked at Dare, blush flaring back to life.
Dare shifted and must have squeezed down on Scott’s cock because Scott moaned and seemed to be fighting the urge to move. Dare’s grin was ear to ear. “That’s my good boy.”
Fuck.
Scott swallowed hard and nodded, but didn’t seem to be able to find the words to respond to Dare. It shouldn’t have looked right…hell, it shouldn’t have felt right. But somehow it did. The cute twink sitting on Scott’s lap shouldn’t make me want to call him Sir, but I did. Scott shouldn’t look so stunned and pleased that he was Dare’s boy, but he did.
Dare reached up and cupped Scott’s face, turning it toward me. “Let me see you kiss.”
I wasn’t sure if I could do it, but I pushed the words out anyway to see how they felt. “Yes, Sir.”
Awkward, but not wrong.
Dare’s legs shifted to rub against my dick and I gasped out, feeling the same urge to thrust up that Scott had fought through. It felt harder than it should have.
Dare’s expression was erotic and loving…but powerful. Most of the time a look like that was aimed at the cute little subs and twinks in the room…not me. But Dare didn’t hide how much he wanted me or how much he wanted me under his control.
Hot didn’t begin to describe it.
“I want to see my boys kiss. Did you make out this morning? You told me about your kiss last night but nothing else. Were you nervous or waiting for permission?” Dare’s husky words made my stomach tighten and my cock jerk.
Answering him was automatic even if it made me feel embarrassed for some reason. “Both.”
“Both.” Scott answered right after me, sounding just as desperate as I was feeling. Had he wanted to kiss me too? Had he wanted to come in and curl around me?
I’d pictured so many things, but I wasn’t sure where the line was and what he wanted…what we were allowed to do. I might not like the word, but I understood enough about submission to get that I’d set the boundaries about what Dare could and couldn’t control, but just the idea that he might forbid us from touching and kissing when he wasn’t there was insanely erotic.
Denial.
When I’d thought about the things I was curious about, that had never been top on my list. Get me turned on and then tell me no…why would that be erotic? Maybe it was all wrapped up with that denial or maybe it was just something else, but I liked the idea of giving Dare that power.
It made me wonder what Scott would like.
“Then I think it’s time for my boys to kiss again. You might be mine, but you’re also going to have a relationship together.” Dare made it sound like there was more he wanted to say, but something held him back. He might have been focused on our impending kiss, but I had a feeling he was trying to take things slowly.
Scott and I turned to each other, and I felt the heat in the room skyrocket. With the fear stripped away and no more secrets between us, he looked freer and needier than I’d ever seen. Was that what Dare saw when he looked at us?
As our lips came together, Dare released our hands and brought his up to our heads. He wasn’t controlling it, but the subtle pressure let us know he was there and we were his. If our first kisses had been tentative and sweet, this was honest and erotic. There was no more hiding what we wanted or who we were.
We were Dare’s and he wanted to see us kiss.
As our lips parted, Scott’s tongue stroked mine and his teeth nibbled at my lower lip. I matched him every step of the way while Dare murmured low words of encouragement and told us how beautiful we were.
When we finally separated, my cock was erect and pressed against the zipper of my jeans. Scott seem to be having a similar issue. But with Dare on his lap, there was nothing he could do. Dare seemed to enjoy something about it, though, because his grin turned wicked and he squirmed in Scott’s lap again. Dare chuckled as Scott moaned, but I just watched, breathless and becoming more turned on by the second. If Dare thought we were beautiful, then he’d never seen himself in the mirror.
“I love watching you two.” Dare brought his hands down to our chests and started rubbing slow strokes up and down.
His fingers grazed one nipple and I arched into his touch, too gone to be able to sit still. Dare either didn’t mind or found my lack of control a turn-on because his wicked grin focused on me as his fingers came back to my nipple. “You like that, don’t you?”
I tried to answer, but fireworks shot through me as he pinched down and my brain decided to short-circuit. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to answer him but words wouldn’t come out. All I could do was squirm and moan as he teased and tormented me. Just when the exquisite pain started to actually hurt, he gentled his touch until it was perfect again.
Knowing they were both watching made it even better.
I wasn’t sure if it was just being watched, or because it was them, but something about it pushed buttons I hadn’t even known were there. I’d thought I’d known myself, but I had a feeling Dare was going to continue to show me layers and depths I’d never explored.
The thought should have scared me, but it just made me want to wrap my arms around him.
When he finally stopped playing with me and just returned to caressing my chest, all I could do was sink back into the couch and force my eyes open. Dare was looking at me like he was ready to take me apart and put me back together. Scott, on the other hand, was giving me a look that said he loved watching me, but that he wished it were him instead.
“Do you want Sir to play with your nipples too?” Asking something like that was completely out of the ordinary for me, but I wanted to know the answer.
Scott was quiet, but seemed to understand that we were safe to open up to, because he nodded. “Yes.” Then, “I like it a lot.”
Dare must’ve heard something in his words too because all of his intensity turned to Scott. “Do you like it as foreplay, or is it something else?”
I wasn’t sure what he was asking, and neither was Scott. Although, it looked like he had more of an idea than I did. Scott shrugged and thought for a moment. “More, but…I don’t…”
“Do you crave it?” Dare’s sexy voice was dripping with arousal. “It’s beyond just wanting it, isn’t it? It’s a need.”
Scott slowly nodded, and he seemed relieved that Dare understood. Dare tweaked my nipple one last time as he brought his hands to Scott’s chest. Dare turned on his lap so he had more room to play. Scott shivered and clenched his eyes shut before Dare’s hands even went near his nipples. The anticipation was just that strong.
If I liked having them played with, Scott evidently loved it.
Scott shivered and it almost looked like fear, but as Dare’s fingers moved closer, I could see Scott’s nipples harden and pebble under the cotton. So could Dare. “You want this so bad, don’t you?”
It seemed to cross from want to need as I watched Scott desperately try to stay still under Dare’s teasing touch. Dare hadn’t even caressed the tight buds yet; his fingers still slowly circled them as he watched Scott come undone.
“You need this. Don’t you?” Dare didn’t even let him respond before he continued. “It’s been a long time since someone gave you what you need.”
It was more of a statement of fact than a question, but Scott nodded. “Please.”
I’d known what I wanted, and I knew what I was missing. But for Scott it seemed to go deeper, and the hunger stronger. From what he’d told me, he hadn’t been with Ian very long before they’d separated to go to different colleges. It’d probably been just enough to show him what he wanted before it had gotten ripped away.
“Don’t worry. I’m going to give you what you need.” Dare’s voice still held desire; there was a firm conviction that said he meant every word of it.
As Dare’s thumbs gently caressed over Scott’s nipples, Scott almost came off the couch. Dare made soothing sounds as he stroked over the tight buds and flicked them with his nails. It was nowhere near as rough as he’d played with mine, but Scott loved it.
He made needy little sounds and arched his chest up to press tighter against Dare’s hands, but it was clear it wasn’t enough. When Scott mumbled another low plea, Dare finally pinched down on the nipples. Scott gasped and shook but Dare stopped too soon.
Scott forced his eyes open and licked his lips. “Please, Sir.”
Scott’s voice was quiet, rough, and obviously pleased Dare more than anything else they’d done. I wasn’t sure what he loved: the desperation in Scott’s voice, the need, the honesty about what he wanted? It could have been any of it or all of it.
“Do you want just a bit, or do you want to go further?” Dare leaned in and pressed a kiss to Scott’s lips before he continued. “I need to know what you want, and what you’re willing to give me.”
Scott hesitated for only a moment. “Everything.”
One little word.
Dare leaned in to give him another kiss. A reward? A promise that he’d give everything back to Scott?
“Thank you.” Dare’s quietly spoken words filled the nearly silent room.
When Dare continued, there was confidence and power in his voice. The Dom in him was coming out to play. “Do you have safewords?”
I knew the answer to that before Scott could even shake his head. Dare nodded and gave Scott an intent look. “Then for right now, we’re going to use the stoplight colors. Red for when you want something to stop. Yellow when you want me to back down or you need a break. Green is good and you like what we’re doing. Does that make sense?”
We’d jumped from kissing to talking about safewords in such a short time my head was spinning, but I wouldn’t have changed it for anything. Scott was in heaven and I was getting to watch Dare give him everything he wanted.
Scott tried to just nod again, but Dare shook his head. “No, I need the words this time.”
Dare gently eased off the caresses as Scott struggled to give him an answer. “Yes, I understand. Red stops everything and yellow slows it down.”
It was Dare’s turn to nod, but there was a tender smile on his face like Scott had done something precious. I was so focused on them that when he turned to me I was surprised. “Do you understand too? The safewords apply to you as well. If something makes you uncomfortable in a bad way, we stop.”
Did that mean I was going to be more than a spectator with whatever he had planned?
“Yes, Sir.” I hoped so.
That was evidently enough for Dare because the wicked smile flared, and he gave Scott a deep, hard kiss before pulling back. “Hands up. I’m going to take your shirt off.”
I’d seen Scott naked in the locker rooms before, so watching Dare slowly take off Scott’s shirt shouldn’t have been erotic. It couldn’t even be considered a striptease, but something about it had precum leaking out into my boxers and my dick throbbing.
Once he tossed Scott’s shirt to the floor, Dare started running his hands over Scott’s chest. “Reach behind you and grip the back of the couch. I want you to stay like that for me.”
Again, it wasn’t a question, but as Scott obeyed, Dare nodded.
Scott’s muscles clenched as he wrapped his fingers around the back of the couch. Dare had always been honest about the fact that he liked our muscles, and as he reached out and trailed his fingers over Scott’s arms, he made no effort to hide how much it turned him on.
When his hands moved down to Scott’s chest and his fingers started moving toward Scott’s nipples, Dare spoke again. “I know you liked the soft caresses, but do you like it harder?”
“Yes.” The needy word jumped out of Scott without a thought.
“I’m glad. I’m going to have fun torturing these sensitive nubs.” Dare’s teasing voice held just a thread of danger as he watched Scott squirm.
They were incredible.
It could have easily been like watching porn, but it was beyond that. The trust and beauty between the two of them was something I could almost touch.
Scott seemed to be lost in the sensations and in his own head as Dare started running his hands over Scott’s chest. Even without touching his nipples, just the anticipation was enough to make Scott squirm. Dare let the tension build, getting closer and closer to Scott’s nipples without actually giving him the flood of sensation he wanted.
When Dare finally flicked his fingers over the sensitive nubs, Scott cried out and his hips thrust up against Dare’s ass. Dare gave a low chuckle and started rubbing slow circles over them, never letting up but not giving him enough. I wasn’t sure if he could come from just that or not, but he looked so close, I had to think it was possible.
Dare finally released Scott’s now pink nipples and I thought he was letting him relax, but Dare just wanted to change positions. He moved to straddle Scott’s lap, and I missed the weight of his legs on mine, but the view was an incredible reward.
Dare let Scott thrust up against him as he went back to tormenting him. Pinching him and pulling them out just enough to have Scott arching off the couch and whimpering, it looked like it should be painful but the desire flooding from Scott couldn’t be ignored.
If it hurt, it was a beautiful pain that he wanted more than anything.
Scott panted and whined as Dare kept taking him higher, but he never asked Dare to stop or used his safewords; if anything he seemed to want more. When Dare released his nubs a second time, Scott made a low begging sound and forced his eyes open. The effort seemed to be tremendous as he focused on Dare.
Before he could even beg, Dare was sliding down to the floor in front of Scott. “I’m not done yet, handsome. I’ve just started.”
Relief and excitement seemed to surge through Scott as he waited for Dare. I was expecting Dare to go back to playing with Scott, but he glanced at me. “I want you to lean over and take one of his nipples in your mouth. I want you to suck on it and nibble at it so much he feels it tomorrow. No matter how much he begs or how pretty he whines, unless he safewords you’re not to stop. Do you understand?”
Scott couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to shout for joy or beg for the torment to stop.
I wasn’t as conflicted. “Yes, Sir.”
I brought my legs up beside me on the couch and stretched out, leaning down so I was staring at Scott’s chest. I’d never been that close to him before. I turned to watch Dare as he slowly inched forward. He was smiling that devilish grin and telegraphing every intention.
“I’m going to make you beg and cry out. And if you’re very good, I’m going to make you come.” Then Dare took Scott’s nipple between his teeth and started to nibble and tug. It was so erotic I almost forgot what I was supposed to be doing.
Dare’s firm gaze was enough to remind me, and to make me think if I disobeyed there would be a punishment for me in the future.
Hell, yeah.