Chapter Eighteen
Xavier
Almost home, Xavier reached for his phone when a text from Everett came through.
Everett: Good news. Okay. No. SUPER good news. EPIC news. Hurry home. <3
Xavier shot a text back to let Everett know he was almost home.
Home. Xavier had lived with Everett for a month now. A month in which he saw his brother only once when Xavier had gone back to his place to retrieve the cord for his laptop. The meeting had been short and awkward, but Xavier hadn’t been able to hang onto his animosity toward Andrew. They’d exchanged pleasantries, Andrew asked about Everett, Xavier shrugged and told him to call him if he was that interested, that Everett would love to hear from him.
He didn’t.
As he shoved thoughts of Andrew away, Xavier slipped his phone in his pocket and unlocked the front door to his building. He took the stairs two at a time. The only time Xavier took the elevator was on grocery day or after a particularly hard shift. Otherwise, he enjoyed the burst of activity.
Xavier didn’t get a chance to unlock the door to his apartment before it swung open and Everett flung himself into Xavier’s arms.
“We did it! We did it. They wrote me, and they made a real offer and I still need to have a lawyer look at it, but it looks pretty solid.”
Xavier wrapped his arms around Everett and steered them into the apartment. He kicked the door shut behind him. “You need to slow down, Ev.” He laughed as Everett kissed the side of his neck, the line of his jaw, his cheek, his nose, his lips.
“I got a sponsor. A real fucking sponsor. They want to throw money into this whole Crock Cock thing I have going.”
“And they’re not going to suggest that you have friends over and do things in front of salads with them?”
“Nope. They’re a corporation that owns a smaller corporation that specializes in kitchen gadgets and cookware. They’re going to pay me, supply me with gadgets, I’ll have to review them, of course, and cookware. They had ideas for expansion and growth and marketing. They want to have a huge meeting online via video chat after the contract is signed.”
Without a word, Xavier grabbed Everett’s face, one palm on each cheek, and kissed him hard. His mouth slanted over Everett’s. Everett opened for him, plunged his tongue in Xavier’s mouth and wound his arms around Xavier’s neck. He kissed Xavier with his whole body, his whole being, and Xavier kissed him back the same way. Every bit of himself belonged to Everett. One day soon he’d be brave enough to tell Everett how he felt about him.
“I want to celebrate with you.” Everett rocked his body into Xavier’s. Undulated his hips and ground his groin into Xavier to show him how bad he wanted to celebrate with him. Everett’s face lit up and he suddenly jerked out of Xavier’s arms. “Look what came in the mail today.” Everett snatched something off the counter and handed it to Xavier. “It’s a wedding invitation. Craig called earlier and asked me to be his best man. The invitation was so pretty I had to put a snap of it on my Instagram.”
“You’re going to be the hottest best man, ever.” Xavier let Everett put the invitation down before he wrapped his fingers around Everett’s cuff and hauled him close again. “How did you want to celebrate, Pet?”
“I made us a nice dinner. I figured tomorrow we could go dancing” Something that looked a lot like sadness flashed through Everett’s eyes. “Maybe we could invite Andrew?”
“How’s this? We’ll call him and invite him out with us tomorrow night. I’m off work and we can get dinner then go dancing again.”
“Perfect.”
“You mentioned something about dinner?”
“You go shower and I’ll get everything set up.” Everett kissed him through a barely suppressed grin, then flounced back into his kitchen. He waved Xavier away. “Get going. Shower. Make it quick.”
“You sure are a bossy little sub, Ev.”
Everett blew him a kiss. “Go wash the kitchen smell off. You have five minutes.”
It was the fastest shower he could manage. He towel-dried his hair then slid into his favorite pair of red and white striped pajama pants. Xavier’s cock twitched when he remembered the first time he’d worn them. Everett said he looked like a candy cane, then he dropped to his knees to see if he tasted like one.
Best. Blow job. Ever.
Xavier exited the bathroom and entered a dim apartment. A faint glow came from the living room. Though Everett had a small dining room table, he seldom used it, preferring the comfort of his couch and its proximity to the television.
The faint glow turned out to be a set of candles arranged in the middle of the coffee table. Everett knelt on the floor. Naked. Head down. Hands on his thighs, palms up. Perfection. Xavier walked over to him. He ran a hand across Everett’s bare shoulders. The pale skin was blemish free, for now.
Xavier turned his attention to the coffee table. A nice light dinner waited for them. Two bowls of Pho sat steaming on the coffee table. “Thank you, Pet.” Xavier slid a finger down Everett’s cheek, hooked his chin with it, and tilted his head. He bent and slanted his mouth over Everett’s. He tasted like cherry lip balm.
He sat on the couch and patted the spot next to him. “Come on up, Pet.”
Everett stood gracefully, then sat on the couch next to Xavier. “Thank you, Master.”
Over the past month, Xavier and Everett had talked a lot about visiting a club, but if they were going to do it, they’d both have to get used to following proper protocol, which meant some in depth at home practice—oh, the hardship. Xavier adjusted his erection, then grabbed his plate.
They ate without saying much but exchanged looks. Xavier’s were heated, Everett’s were demure. Even in the candlelight, Xavier swore Everett blushed. The sexually charged atmosphere persisted through dinner. When both bowls were empty, Xavier took Everett’s from him. “Kneel, Pet.”
Everett gracefully slid off the couch and onto his knees. He bowed his head. Xavier smiled down at him. “Wait here, Pet. I’ll only be a minute.”
Xavier dumped the dishes in the sink then headed for the second bedroom. Xavier rooted through the drawers, retrieved what he needed, then returned to the living room. After dropping his gear on an end table, Xavier moved the candles from the coffee table.
Xavier circled around to stand in front of Everett. “Up.”
Dutifully, Everett rose.
Xavier wrapped his hand around one of Everett’s wrist cuffs and pulled him over to the coffee table. The coffee table was solid wood and almost the same length as Everett’s couch, meaning it was close to Everett's height.
With one finger, Xavier pointed to the coffee table. “Sit.”
Everett sat. Xavier retrieved a blindfold from the pile of stuff on the end table and put it over Everett’s eyes. Then, he helped him lay on his back on the table. Everett could bend his knees and rest his feet on the floor while the rest of him stretched out on the coffee table. He looked perfect. Xavier smoothed a hand down Everett’s chest. “I’m getting something from the kitchen. Wait here.”
He grabbed a cup and filled it with ice, then returned to the living room. Xavier put cuffs on Everett’s ankles, then attached the ankle cuffs to the coffee table. The next step, how to keep Everett from using his arms, was easily resolved. Instead of binding his hands, Xavier commanded Everett to bring his hands behind his head and keep them there.
With two fingers, Xavier reached into the cup and retrieved a chunk of ice. He started at the hollow of Everett’s throat. He pressed the cube to Everett’s skin and laughed when he flinched.
“Shit that’s cold.” Everett winced and squirmed.
“Stay still.”
It took Everett a few beats to get his squirming under control as Xavier dragged the ice cube down his torso. He stopped at Everett’s belly button, then trailed the ice around it. Everett’s stomach muscles clenched.
“That’s cold.”
Xavier let out a quiet chuckle but said nothing. When the ice cube had melted down to half its size, Xavier abandoned it near Everett’s solar plexus. He reached for a candle and held out his hand. He dripped wax onto the underside of his wrist, checking to see that it wouldn’t be too hot.
With a grin, Xavier moved back to Everett. “Deep breath, Pet.”
Everett took a deep breath and Xavier tipped the candle. Red wax slipped off the edge of the candle and splattered around the ice cube.
Everett’s back arched. “Fuck.” He cried out as all his breath left him. “Fuck.” He said again as he struggled to keep himself plastered to the coffee table.
Xavier tilted the candle again and let the hot wax coat the ice cube. Xavier knew the warring sensations of hot and cold would be a heady feeling. Xavier set the candle down, then bent over and ran his fingers through Everett’s hair. “You okay, Pet?”
“Fine, Master.” Everett smiled and pressed his head into Xavier’s touch.
Xavier smiled down at Everett, not that he could see it. Xavier’s eyes skimmed over the lean body. Xavier had memorized every curve. Every plane of muscle. Each jut of bone. Everett looked perfect. Xavier stood and grabbed a candle with each hand. The corner of his lip curled in delight as he tipped the candles and poured twin trails of heat down Everett’s chest.
Everett writhed and twisted. He arched his back and sucked in a deep breath that he exhaled with a mighty shudder. Xavier set the candles down, plucked a piece of ice from the cup, and popped it into his mouth. He sucked on it for a moment, then bent down. He kissed Everett’s nipple, then opened his mouth and sucked.
“Fuck. Shit, that’s cold.” Everett twitched and twisted and lost the battle to stay still.
“If you keep moving pet,” Xavier warned. “I’m going to have to punish you.” Xavier had no intention of letting Everett stay still. He wanted to drive him half mad with the warring sensations. Hot. Cold. Cold. Hot. He’d tease Everett until he couldn’t speak a coherent sentence.
Everett flattened his back against the coffee table. His muscles tight as he strained to stay still. Xavier reached for a candle. Tucked the ice between his teeth. He ran the ice up Everett’s chest. Trailed the frigid cube along his throat. He looked from the corner of his eye, then tilted the candle and dripped wax over Everett’s stomach near his hip bone.
Everett’s cock rested against his stomach. It bounced and bobbed, the tip glistened with pre-cum, as Everett fought the urge to move.
“Fuck, Pet, you’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Xavier reached down and popped a fresh piece of ice in his mouth. As he sucked on the ice, he splattered Everett’s chest and stomach with more wax. A trail dribbled across his chest. Droplets down his stomach. A splatter near his other hipbone. Everett hissed and panted, but he’d done a good job of staying still. For now.
Xavier set the candle down. He bent and in one long, fluid motion, Everett’s cock slid past his lips and into his cold mouth.
Everett bucked, shoving his cock in farther. “Oh. Oh. Ah. Fuck.” Everett babbled as Xavier slowly pulled back, then swirled his tongue around the head of Everett’s cock.
When he released Everett’s dick, Xavier stood and watched him twitch.
“You moved, Pet.” He grinned and reached for the candle.
“Th-that’s not fair.” Everett stuttered.
“Are you going to use your safeword?”
Everett bit his lip. Shook his head.
“Then it’s totally fair.”
Xavier’s cock was so hard it hurt. All that perfect skin, covered in goosebumps and wax. All those muscles that quivered for him, for his touch. Everett’s hands were still behind his head. He hadn’t moved them. Xavier trailed a fingertip down the underside of Everett’s arm. He laughed when Everett squeaked and squirmed.
Hot wax spilled over, fell through the air, cooling slightly on the way down, and landed on a bare patch of skin under Everett’s nipple.
Xavier left the candles burning but moved them a safe distance away. He returned to Everett, grazed his cheek with his knuckles. “You okay, Pet?”
“Yes, Master.” Everett sucked in a deep breath.
Xavier tucked his thumbs in the waist of his pants and started to ease them off. “I’m taking my pants off, Pet.” With one quick movement, Xavier shoved them down past his hips and to his feet. He kicked them across the room and yanked his shirt off up over his head. “I’m totally naked. Rock hard.” Xavier wrapped his hand around his cock even though Everett couldn’t see it. “You should see what you do to me.”
“Master?” Everett’s said in a quiet, quizzical tone.
“That’s right, Pet.” Xavier retrieved the lube off the end table and squirted a generous amount on two fingers, making sure to close the lid as loud as possible. Xavier put one leg on the couch and reached behind himself. “You should see me. I’ve got one leg up, and,” Xavier paused to moan as his lubed fingers circled his pucker. He slid one inside. “I’m opening myself for you, Pet.”
“Oh, come on.” Everett whined. “You’re not going to let me see?”
“I bet I look fantastic, too, with my ass sticking out and one, no, two fingers in it.” Xavier added the second finger. The stretch was almost too much. He bottomed once or twice and greatly enjoyed it, but Everett was a lot better at prepping Xavier’s ass than he was. “Feels so good.”
“This is so unfair.” Everett pouted, but didn’t move.
“Oh, it’s totally fair.” Xavier moaned and watched with delight when Everett whimpered. “You were told to stay still. You didn’t. I have to punish you.” Xavier had trouble stringing a sentence together. His cock ached. His fingers, stroking in and out of his hole, felt amazing. But not as good as Everett would feel inside him. Xavier pulled his fingers out of his ass then stood next to the coffee table. There wasn’t room to straddle Everett and keep his feet or his knees on the table, but it wasn’t too wide to keep his feet on the floor.
A big grin lifted the corners of him mouth at Everett’s needy whimpers when he rolled a condom down Everett’s shaft. Xavier snatched the lube up and squirted a generous amount into the palm of his hand. He bent down, licked a trail up Everett’s throat as he wrapped his hand around Everett’s cock and stroked it, coating it with lube. After a nip at Everett’s earlobe, Xavier smiled and whispered in Everett’s ear. “I would say, watch this…but you’re not allowed. Keep your hands behind your head pet. The blindfold stays on.”
Xavier stood and carefully swung a leg over the table, straddling Everett. At any moment, Everett could lift his head, tear the blindfold off and grab Xavier. He had the freedom of choice, but he chose to be as still as he could and lay there, doing nothing. Xavier's sub, his pet did nothing but breathe and wait. Wait for Xavier to punish him. To use him. To fuck him. To love him. To own him. He watched the rise and fall of Everett’s chest and lowered himself.
He reached behind himself, gripped Everett’s shaft and lined it up with his ass. Slowly, he sank down on it. “Fuck, Ev. I wish you could see this. You could tell me how amazing your dick looks going in my ass. Fuck, Pet. So good.” Xavier sank down until Everett’s cock sat deep inside him. As Xavier rocked back and forth, he ground down on Everett. With his hands on Everett’s chest, Xavier pushed down, using Everett as leverage to rock back harder.
“You should see yourself, Everett. You’re covered in wax and sweat. You’re so fucking hot.” Xavier pressed down and part of a trail of wax popped free. Even in the dim light, Xavier could see the faint pink mark the wax left on Everett’s pale skin when it came off. “Fuck.” He rocked back, impaling himself harder. “You should see. So fucking pink. Your skin. When the wax comes off.”
Every movement of Xavier's fingers down Everett’s torso caused more wax, now cold and hard to pop free. Some flakes stayed on Everett’s chest, other flakes fell to the floor. The mess was worth it. Xavier fucked him harder, faster. “My marks on you, Ev. Mine.” Xavier dragged his fingers down Everett’s chest again. Nail marks mixed with the fading wax marks. He couldn’t do anything to mar his skin for too long, not when his livelihood depended on being mostly naked on camera. The nail marks began to fade just like the wax marks.
“I’m going to mark your ass one day. Or maybe I’ll give you a hickey on your hip bone, somewhere you can hide it. I love my marks on your perfect skin.” Xavier rolled his hips. Everett arched his back. He panted through parted lips. Everett’s head tilted back, and he moaned, long and deep. The sound went right to Xavier’s balls. They drew up tight.
“Fuck. I’m so close. So fucking close.” Xavier grabbed his cock. “My hand is around my dick. I wish it could be your hand pet. My dick always feels great in your hand.” Xavier pumped fast. His other hand stayed planted firmly on Everett’s chest.
Xavier’s release slammed into him. “Come, Pet. Fuck. Come. Please. Shit.” He babbled as he came all over Everett chest and stomach. Xavier gulped down a deep breath as Everett arched his back and cried out, his dick emptying into Xavier’s ass. “You should see yourself. You look totally fucked, Everett. White cum on the patches of faded pink where the wax used to be. God, Ev. I got some on your face.” Xavier reached out and swiped a blob of cum off Everett’s cheek with his index finger. He stuck his finger in his mouth and sucked it clean. “Tastes good. Too bad you can’t have any. I can give you a little taste though. You were so good for me, Ev. So fucking good.”
Xavier leaned down, his chest rubbed against Everett’s. His cum smeared on his chest but he didn’t care. He slanted his mouth and covered Everett’s, licked the seam of his lips and demanded access. Xavier kissed Everett until they were both breathless.
He sat up. “Just stay there, Pet. I’m going to undo your leg restraints first.”
Xavier slowly got off Everett and knelt. He removed the ankle cuffs and rubbed the joints briefly before rising. Xavier ran his hands up Everett’s legs. His sides, his arms. He gently tugged on Everett’s arms. Everett lifted his head and let Xavier pull his hands out and position them by his sides. “Sit up.”
When Everett sat naked on his coffee table with the odd flake of wax still stuck to him here and there, Xavier removed the condom and set it aside before he finally removed the blindfold.
Everett blinked at him, then smiled and threw his arms around him. Xavier wrapped his arms around Everett and plucked him off the coffee table. He turned and set Everett on the couch. After brushing a kiss against Everett’s cheek, Xavier pulled away and grabbed the blanket. He unfolded it and covered Everett with it. While Everett rested, Xavier went to the kitchen and poured a glass of water for him.
Xavier sat on the coffee table and watched him down the glass of water. “How are you doing? You good?”
Everett nodded and sank into the back of the couch. He drew his legs up to his chest and gave Xavier a smile that was part sleepy, part sweet. “I’d be better if you took me to bed.”
“I was going to bake cookies.”
Everett snorted. “It’s like, after ten, Xavier. You’re going to bake me cookies until midnight? No.” Everett shook his head and tossed the blanket aside. “Take me to bed.”
Xavier nodded and took Everett’s hand. He blew the candles out. “I’ll clean the mess up tomorrow.”
“Damn right you will. I’m not cleaning up all that wax.” Everett slipped an arm around Xavier’s waist.
“I really did want to make cookies for you.”
“Then, next time, I suggest you do that before you fuck me senseless.”