Bondage (30 page)

"Uh-huh." Phan barely moved as Noah cleaned him up, his eyes blinking slowly. "You and me, curled up in bed -- he'll like that, yeah?"

"I think he might." Noah smiled and moved away taking the cloth back to the bathroom. He probably would. Either Tobias was going to like it, or he was going to banish them both to the playroom and beat their butts.

Either way, it was a win/win situation.

Tobias bought the flowers on the way home. It wasn't really an occasion that demanded flowers, but he did want something specific, and he wouldn't order Noah to do it. Also, the flowers would be a cue to Phan as well, and reduce the need for any awkward talks. He hoped.

When he walked in the door, Phan met him with eyes down and a welcome smile on his face. As he took Tobias' coat he eyed the flowers and the smile became a smirk.

"Plans for the evening, sir?" he asked, all innocence.

"Yes, boy," Tobias said evenly, trying not to smile himself. "Is he home?"

"Not yet. Do you want me to leave?" The question was offered with an air of genuine willingness to be helpful; Tobias knew very well that if he said yes, Phan would happily take himself out of the house for however long Tobias needed.

"No, that's okay," he said, walking into the living room with his flowers in hand. Noah had been back to work for only a few days, and Tobias had had a rising need with every morning he'd left in uniform. Seeing him come home and take it off was getting to him. "The playroom is nicely soundproofed," he added to Phan.

Phan nodded. "Can I go to my room? Watch TV?"

"Sure."

"Can I watch porn?"

Tobias raised an eyebrow. "If you want."

"Can I have sugar?" Phan asked slyly, starting to bounce.

"Hell, no!" Tobias grinned and pulled Phan down onto the couch with him. "Have you had any already, boy?"

"Me, sir?"

"Yes, you!"

"Can I watch porn and get off?" Phan wiggled against him, neatly avoiding the sugar question.

Tobias was laughing, a lap full of wiggly, sugar-hyped Phan. "No."

"Sir!"

The doorbell rang.

Seconds later there was a key in the door and Noah came in, laughing. "That damn thing," he muttered. "Hi honey! I'm home!" he called out from the foyer.

Tobias dumped Phan to the floor. "Porn. Jerking off, no toys."

Phan beamed up at him. "In here, Ricky!" he yelled.

"Oh, Lucy! I'm getting rid of the single beds!" Noah laughed and danced into the living room. His eyes widened when he saw Tobias. "Oh, shit. You're home."

Tobias raised an eyebrow. "And waiting for a proper greeting, for you to finally accept the doorbell, and I'm thinking I should be home early more often just to keep up with you two."

Phan, he noticed, just sat the floor watching avidly.

For a moment Noah looked like he'd just swallowed glass. He went right to his knees. "I'm sorry, sir. I'm glad to see you home early, I was only surprised because you've been working so hard lately."

Tobias bit his tongue. Hard. Sometimes it was fun reminding them who was in charge. "Got you something, pet," he said, stroking Noah's hair.

"Thank you, sir." Noah's tone had changed completely. "Though I'm sure I don't deserve it after that entrance."

Ah, well that was a sticking point. He didn't mind them having fun -- hell, he was thrilled to bits that they did, and that they were so easy with each other. But he'd started something, and there was really only one way to get them both out of it.

"I deserve it, though," he said, passing the flowers to Noah. "I deserve something rather specific, actually."

Noah stared at the flowers a moment, then took them and stood up. "Mmm. Iris. I love iris." He stepped close to Tobias and kissed him, exhibiting, as usual, his uncanny ability to shift gears on the fly.

"Oh, good," Tobias said with a smile. "I have a request, sweetheart. The flowers are basically so it's clear that you don't have to do this."

"I think that's my cue to scoot," Phan said, standing up. "See you, kitten. Have a good night, sir." He paused long enough to kiss them both and danced to the stairs chanting, "Porn, porn, porn, no toys, porn, porn, porn, no toys..."

Noah watched him go and shook his head. "It's his fault, really, I never used to be so giddy." He looked back at Tobias smiling. "Baby, I'll do anything you want."

Tobias bit his lip and then bit the bullet; he'd been needing too long to let it slide. "Okay," he said, taking Noah's hand and bringing it to his crotch, to his already -- still and frequently -- hard cock. "I want to go upstairs to the playroom. I want you in uniform. I want you to stay dressed while you rim me until I beg, and then I want you to fuck me hard." His breath was catching near the end of his request, little shocks shooting up his spine. He'd be lucky to make it upstairs, really.

Noah stared at him for a moment, then swallowed hard. "Are you trying to make me come right here in the living room?" Noah gave Tobias' bulge a firm squeeze.

"Maybe I won't be alone then," Tobias said, surprised his voice wasn't shaking. He felt like his legs were going to give out.

Noah cleared his throat and stepped back. "Turn around, face the wall," he ordered with a gesture in the direction he wanted Tobias to move. "Now."

Tobias blinked slowly and moved, his hands coming up to brace the wall at shoulder height. "Don't forget Phan," he said softly. "But God, don't stop."

"Hm. Phan, right." Noah slapped him on the ass. "Upstairs. Move it!"

Tobias shuddered and moved. He didn't look back, didn't even try to do anything but get upstairs as quickly as he could, Noah chasing him step-for-step all the way. Phan's door was closed, Tobias noted as he passed, the horrid soundtrack of some porn turned up exceptionally loud and Phan's laughter spilling out. Tobias grinned and went into the playroom, waiting for Noah to tell him what to do next.

Noah slammed the door to the playroom and turned the lock loudly. "Now, then. Face the wall." He pointed again, this time to the wall with all the chains hung neatly side by side. "Hands flat, legs spread, eyes forward."

Tobias could barely breathe, but he did it, only thankful he was in work clothes and not a suit. The thought of taking the time to deal with real clothes when all he wanted was to be manhandled was too much. He put his hands on the wall again, at shoulder height, and spread his legs.

Noah stepped up behind him, pressing close and talking in his ear. "What have you got for me?" he asked, patting Tobias down in a more risqué manner than was absolutely necessary. He fingers paused on Tobias cock. "This feels dangerous." Deftly, he opened Tobias' jeans.

Tobias gasped. "It's not a sharp object," he pointed out.

"I'll have to see that for myself. Legs together," Noah ordered, and as soon as Tobias complied, Noah slid his jeans and boxers down to his ankles. He made quick work of Tobias' shoes, tapping one ankle and then the other so Tobias could step out of the jeans as well. "That's better," he growled, standing.

"Uh-huh," was about all Tobias could say, his breathing labored. He stared at the wall and tried to calm himself. It simply would not do to come all over the wall as soon as Noah touched him.

Noah ran fingers over Tobias' ass, then kicked his legs open wide again. He ran his fingers over Tobias' hips and around to his chest, pinching each nipple before relieving Tobias of his shirt. "You smell like horses and sweat and hay. It's fucking hot." Noah rumbled approvingly and tossed the shirt aside. He moved around to Tobias' side giving Tobias a good view of him in his uniform, and reached for his cock. "Not so dangerous after all, is it?"

Tobias shook his head, his hips pushing his cock through Noah's fist. "No," he moaned. "Oh, God."

Noah leaned toward him. "How close are you?"

"Too close. Sorry." Tobias moaned again and tried to still his hips, rather ineffectually.

"Don't be, I'll get you up again, believe me." He slid to his knees between Tobias and the wall, and then Tobias felt damp heat as Noah took him down his throat.

Tobias groaned and looked down as Noah sucked him off in full uniform. "Oh, fuck, yes," he hissed, leaning into the wall and thrusting into Noah's mouth quickly. "Going to come," he warned. He could feel it racing up and down his spine, the anticipation of days suddenly coalescing in his balls.

Noah reached up and grabbed his ass, and moaned around him between thrusts when he could get air. His throat was loose and open and he sucked Tobias down greedily. Tobias grunted and came, his eyes closing and his hands flexing on the wall. "Oh, fuck, yes," he panted, thrusting lazily as he finished shooting. His limbs were lax, his blood was still roaring in his ears, and he had the vague impression that his hunger wasn't at all satisfied.

Thank God. He'd been fantasizing about this for far too long to just get sucked off.

Noah licked him clean and looked up at him. He grinned and stood so his head popped up between Tobias' arms. "Better, baby?"

Nodding, Tobias kissed him, tasting himself and seeking out more with his tongue. "Thank you," he whispered. "Love you."

"More than anything," Noah said returning the sentiment, and the kiss. He didn't linger too long though, ducking out from between Tobias' arms before either of them could get enough. "You know what I want?" Noah asked, his voice getting stronger again. He paced just behind Tobias, close enough for his clothing to brush past his ass.

Tobias shook his head. "No."

"I want you to ask me for everything you want. Ask, request politely, beg if you must." Noah stopped next to him again and pressed his erection into Tobias' thigh. "Feel that?"

"Yes." Tobias nodded and licked his lips. "I... yes."

"I should hope so." Noah breathed in his ear again. "It's your fault. You do that to me, all the fucking time. You walk by me smelling musky and like you've been working hard, my knees get weak. This bad boy stands up if you say my name right. I can hardly watch you shave without getting stiff. You're the fucking God of my cock."

Tobias shuddered and turned his head slightly. "As it should be," he said, trying to sound matter-of-fact but missing. "And... ditto." He could feel his cock stir, his heart pounding as Noah roused him again.

Noah snorted softly and moved away. "Indeed." He moved back into Tobias' line of vision. "So what is it about the uniform? Is it the fit? The cuffs? What?" Noah was fishing, he knew, trying to make him talk. He knew damn well it wasn't the handcuffs.

Tobias swallowed. "The fit. The... authority." He looked at the wall and breathed as his cock didn't so much stir as twitch. "The masculinity of it, and the way you become something untouchable when you're wearing it. It's... taboo. A boundary I shouldn't cross. So I have to."

"Ah," Noah grinned and leaned his back on the wall. "But you can't unless I let you. You love that, don't you? The one thing about me that you still need my permission to have. The one part of me I don't have to give you." He reached out a hand and played with one of Tobias' nipples.

Tobias nodded sharply. "Yes. I
like
having to ask. I like it being separate." He moaned softly as Noah brushed over this nipple. "More?"

"Plenty more, love." Noah pinched him hard.

"God, yes," he hissed, arching into the touch. His palm slipped on the wall and he shifted his weight.

"Turn around, back to the wall, hands at the small of your back." Noah pushed off the wall again and watched him turn, then stepped in front of him and kissed him.

Tobias opened his mouth wide, letting Noah in and trying to devour him in return. He loved Noah so much, loved that they could do this. He tried to say thank you in that kiss, his mind scattered and overwhelmed as his arousal grew again, his hunger stoked once more.

Noah's fingers found his balls and fondled him as they kissed; he flicked and tugged on a nipple with his other hand. "Want you hard before I give you what I know you want, baby. Want you wanting it," Noah whispered between kisses.

"Wanted it for days now," Tobias admitted, having to fight to keep his hands behind him. "Want it so bad, love." He felt himself surge at the neediness in his voice, the thought of Noah in him making his blood slam south.

"Yeah, that's it." Noah tugged on his cock, purring against his lips. "I know you want it. Ask me again."

Tobias licked his lips again, searching for the taste of Noah. "I want you to lick me," he whispered. "I want you to lick my ass, tongue fuck me until I beg for you. I want your cock in me." His eyes fluttered as a groan ripped through him. "Please."

"Oh, yeah. I'll do that for you. You're making my cock ache." Noah stepped back again. He turned and surveyed the room. "Over the massage table. Now." He snapped his fingers at Tobias.

Tobias took a deep breath and walked as steadily as he could to the table, and draped himself over it. "Remind me to put mirrors in here," he said, looking around.

"Ooh. Kinky. I love it. In fact..." Noah stepped around the table to the armoire and opened the doors, on the inside of which was a full length mirror. Noah angled the door until he could see Tobias in it. "How's that? Not the full effect, but something to watch." He walked back over to the table.

Tobias stared and nodded. He'd be able to see -- not Noah's tongue, not even his cock when he finally, finally fucked Tobias, but the rest he'd see. His own face, his body... Noah's uniform. Noah's face. "Oh, God," he groaned, his hips shifting restlessly. "Please."

"I think I've been very accommodating so far. From now on, my first answer to everything you ask for is going to be 'no.' You want it, you're going to have to convince me you need it." Noah stepped up behind Tobias and kicked his legs open wider, completely ignoring the mirror.

Whimpering, Tobias nodded again. "Okay." He took another breath and looked in the mirror for a long moment before dropping his head down. "Please lick me," he said softly, into the massage table. "I've been wanting to ask for so long, watching you dress in the mornings, seeing you go off to work. I've been thinking about it for days, jerking off thinking about it, dreaming at night about your tongue in my ass. Why do you think I'm all over you as soon as I get home? Need it so much, sweetheart."

Noah raised an eyebrow and adjusted himself through his uniform pants. "That's the stuff, love." He braced his hands on either side of Tobias hips and drew a circle on Tobias' lower back with his tongue. "I dress in your room because I know you like to watch." Teeth pinched him, moving slowly south. Noah moved both hands to stretch him open even farther, and then his tongue found the sensitive skin around Tobias' hole.