Chapter 13
Jonah
Lars is in full date mode, opening the door for me at the restaurant and ordering us a nice bottle of wine.
“If you’re trying to impress me, it’s working,” I tell him with a little smile as I peruse the menu.
“Glad to hear it.”
I can’t resist reaching across the table and grabbing his hand, simply to feel a connection with him while we both decide what we want to eat. When we’d first started dating, PDA, even hand holding, was something that freaked me out. I couldn’t stand the thought of anyone judging us for being together. Over time, I got past it, mainly because the way Lars smiles any time I touch him in public is worth a million judgmental sneers.
Even now, after all this time, his eyes sparkle with surprise and love when my hand comes to rest on his. It still feels like our first date, except it only keeps getting better.
“Do you remember when we were nineteen and my date stood me up on Valentine’s day?” I ask rhetorically; I know there’s no way Lars has forgotten.
His smile only gets bigger. “How could I forget? It was our first date. Although, neither of us was willing to admit that out loud for another six years. But I swear that single Valentine’s date we shared was the reason I never kept another boyfriend around more than a few weeks. I was too busy comparing them all to you.”
He flips his hand over so we’re palm to palm, and I use my index finger to trace the lines on his palm, vaguely remembering some silly palmistry book I read as a teenager.
“I always loved you, Lars, but that was the night I fell in love with you. God, I was so head over heels with you after that I could hardly think straight. Why the hell did we wait so long to make things official?”
“We were young and stupid,” he concludes with a shrug. “But forget the years we wasted, we have the rest of our lives together.”
“The rest of our lives?” I repeat hopefully. Not that there’s any doubt that we’re in it for the long haul, but it’s always nice to hear.
“You bet your ass.”
“You two are way too cute,” our waitress says, stopping by to get our order.
“Thanks, but I think he’s the cute one.” I wink at Lars, and he shakes his head.
“No way,” he argues. “Giant ginger teddy bears are adorable.”
“Well, I think you’re both adorable,” she concludes. “You two ready to order?”
“Shoot, no, he distracted me,” I laugh, looking at my menu again, feeling the pressure to hurry up and pick something.
“I know what you like, JJ, let me pick for you?” Lars offers, and a feeling of calm settles over me. I love the feeling of Lars taking control, eliminating the need for me to fret over silly little things.
“Sure,” I agree, and he orders me some chicken dish while getting steak for himself.
“Was that too much?” he checks as soon as our waitress walks away.
“What?”
“Me ordering for you, was it too much? I’m not sure where the line is, how much you want me to be in control of.”
“Everything,” I tell him with a happy little sigh, lifting my wine glass to my lips. “Honestly? I get my fill of running shit while I’m in the ER. At home, I can’t think of anything I wouldn’t be happy to let you worry about. Is that what you want or is that too much on your shoulders?”
“It’s not too much. I like the thought of it actually, more than I thought I would.”
Happiness bubbles inside me, making me feel like a can of shaken soda, fizzy and ready to burst. I’m still not sure how the actual puppy stuff will go, and I’m nervous as hell about it, but at least we’re on the same page here. It’s already going better than I’d hoped.
“But what about when we’re around our friends or families?” I ask, the thought occurring to me and flattening some of my happy fizz. “Won’t they think we’re weird if I’m letting you tell me what to do and stuff?”
“They already think we’re weird,” he points out, and I’m inclined to agree. “We can tone it down around other people if you want, but I don’t want us to feel like this is something to be ashamed of.”
I let out a disbelieving laugh. “You don’t think me wanting to dress up like a”—I glance around and lower my voice—“puppy, isn’t something to be ashamed of?”
“No, I don’t,” Lars says firmly. “Frankly, it’s no one else’s god damned business. It’s our private life, and I couldn’t give a single fuck about anyone’s opinion on it. Obviously, if the dominance/submission aspects are going to be full-time, then that’s something they’re likely to notice. But the rest of it? I don’t see the need to tell anyone unless you feel like you want to.”
“No, not really,” I agree. “Maybe down the road we could tell Seb; he probably wouldn’t be weird about it. But I agree, no one else needs to know.”
“Glad we have that settled.”
“I love it when you’re all firm and protective of us.”
“I know,” he smirks.
Lars
After our talk at dinner, I’m filled with a sense of confidence that’s making me feel a little bold and reckless.
“We should’ve checked the movie listings before coming,” Jonah says, looking at the unimpressive list of options. “None of these look worth watching.”
“So, let’s get tickets to something that looks awful and sit in the back making out like teenagers for two hours.”
Jonah lets out a giggle that should seem ridiculous coming from a man of his size, but it’s cute as fuck.
“Okay, that sounds fun,” he agrees, biting his lip and reaching for my hand.
I hardly even pay attention to the movie I choose, hitting a title on the screen, choosing seats in the very back corner, and then taking our tickets when they print.
We don’t bother with popcorn since we just had dinner, but I do get Jonah a ridiculously expensive package of Red Vines, because they’re his favorite. Then, we head into the nearly empty theater and claim our seats. We’re even lucky enough to get the kind of seats with the armrest that moves so we can make our two seats into one loveseat.
We snuggle together, and as soon as the lights dim, I pull Jonah into a kiss. The only other people in the theater are sitting all the way in the front row, so I’m not worried about anyone bothering us as my hand sneaks under Jonah’s shirt so my fingers can run through his coarse body hair.
“Did you know the first blowjob I ever got was in a movie theater?” he whispers against my lips, and I growl at the thought of him with anyone else, even though I know it was forever ago. “It was horrible; I didn’t even finish. The dude was all teeth and gag reflex.”
“Well, sure, in hindsight. I’ve spoiled you with my technique,” I tease.
“Yes, you have,” he agrees, kissing me again, long and hard until we’re both hard and panting into each other’s mouths.
“Did you do as I said and skip the underwear?” I ask. Jonah smiles against my lips and nods. Dragging my mouth along his jaw until I reach his ear, I flick it with my tongue and enjoy his lustful shudder. “Unzip your pants,” I rasp the command into his ear.
He gasps quietly, pulling back from our embrace and reaching for his zipper with trembling fingers. I hold my breath, my cock pulsing in time with my racing heart as he slowly drags the zipper down, exposing the tuft of hair and the thick base of his cock. I expect him to pull his cock all the way out, but when he stops to look at me with expectant eyes, I realize all I told him to do was unzip. Oh, this is going to be fun to get used to.
I glance around quickly to verify we’re as alone back here as I thought we were and then back at his partially exposed erection.
“Pull your cock out.”
He doesn’t even look around himself, trusting me enough to simply follow the instruction without hesitation, and fuck if that isn’t the headiest feeling I’ve ever felt.
Lifting his hips, he wiggles his pants down enough to get his hand inside and adjust the angle of his cock to pull it out. I know I should be completely blasé about the sight of him at this point in our relationship, but it never fails to rock me in the very best way. He holds it straight up with his fist around the base; the light from the screen is enough for me to see moisture gathering along his slit. It’s not enough to see much other detail, but my mind is more than capable of filling in the color and topography at this point.
“Play with yourself, but don’t come,” I order, flicking my eyes briefly to his face to see heat and joy there, before returning to his hand on his cock.
He strokes himself slowly. It’s the kind of stroke I’ve seen him use when he doesn’t know I’m watching, when he’s lying on the couch with his hand down the front of his pants, not really trying to get himself off, only wanting to chase the feeling of want and need, to revel in it.
I press my hand against my own aching cock through my jeans.
Keeping my eyes on the pretty display that’s just for me, I lean closer and nibble at the spot just behind his ear that always makes his toes curl. I’m rewarded with a quiet gasp and a stuttering of his stroke before he catches himself and keeps his hand moving. While I suck and lick at his neck, I slide one hand down his body and gently grasp his balls. He gasps again as I palm him, rolling them in my palm and tugging just enough to feel their retraction as they try to draw closer to his body, to tighten and prepare for release. But I’m having far too much fun to let that happen yet, and we have a long movie ahead of us still.
Sliding my hand up, I wrap my thumb and forefinger around the base of his cock, holding him snuggly and making what amounts to a cock ring with my grip, causing his cock to stiffen and pre-cum to leak down his shaft onto my fingers as he continues his slow strokes. His breath is coming out in ragged pants, and his muscles are tense, just waiting for me to give him permission to finish.
“We have a long way to go, puppy,” I warn him. “I want to see just how long you can play with your bone for me.”
Jonah makes a sound that seems to be somewhere between a laugh at my bad pun and a groan of frustration at the way I tighten my grip around his cock.
“Lars, I… I…”
“Ah, ah, behave,” I scold quietly, loving the way his eyes go wide, and his cock pulses in my grasp at the admonishment.
Resting my head on his shoulder, my hand still around his cock, I pretend to watch the movie, feeling my own cock begging for release with every stroke, noting every time he slows down or speeds up and every time his breath hitches and his muscles tremble. A man with less restraint—or possibly less obedience—would’ve already come. But Jonah continues to torture himself for over half an hour until both of our hands are soaked with his pre-cum, and his balls have all but disappeared inside his body.
I’m so fucking proud of him and turned on by the time he starts to squirm and whine.
“I can’t, it’s too much,” he complains through gritted teeth. “Master. Lars. Please.”
Leaning over, I wrap my lips around the head of his cock, and he shoves his fist into his mouth to stifle his cry as I swallow him down. No sooner is his cock buried in my throat do I feel the pulse of his orgasm as it washes over him. Each pump feels long and hard against my tongue, seeming to go on forever as I swallow spurt after spurt of his hot, thick seed, leaving me no doubt he’s having the orgasm of a lifetime.
I don’t release him from my mouth until he sags back into his chair, and he shoves at my head weakly.
“Holy mother of fuck that was intense,” he mutters when I sit up. “Whatever this shitty movie is, it’s my new favorite.”
“Mine too,” I agree, carefully tucking his spent cock away and zipping up his pants before snuggling into his side to watch the end of the movie. My cock is still hard as nails, but it can wait. Like I said, we have forever.