Bondage (31 page)

"Oh, God!" Tobias yelled, the one thought he had flying out of his head. Little wonder Noah teased him every morning; it was an elaborate game, and if its conclusion was either of them getting fucked... well, that was fine with Tobias.

Noah's tongue lapped around in a circle, and Tobias shifted his legs, tried to draw Noah where he wanted him most. A glance in the mirror showed him to look as utterly depraved as he felt, his ass going higher in the air as he went up on his toes. "Fuck," he moaned, unable to look away. "Oh, fuck."

Noah hummed against his ass, teasing him further. His tongue flicked and circled and finally, mercifully, slid over his hole once and then again, until Noah settled into a rhythm.

Tobias screamed once and clamped his mouth shut, every fiber in his body bent to concentrating on that one spot. It felt more intense then ever before, the soft, velvet heat and wet promise of it making him tingle. There were spots of black dancing in front of his eyes before he remembered to breathe, and air rushed into his lungs in a long whoosh. "Oh, God!" he cried out again. "Please, oh, God, please, more! Anything, just more! Fuck me with it, please!"

There was a stranger in the mirror, getting his ass eaten by a cop in uniform. A stranger with wild eyes and a rigid cock, his legs spread wide and humping air; desperate and horribly selfish, but so far gone there wasn't going to be any stopping until he'd had his fill. "Please, Noah," Tobias begged, watching and moving. "More."

Noah pulled away briefly and bit Tobias in the ass before looking at him over the length of his back. "No." He licked the spot he'd just bitten, babied it and soothed the skin, but he didn't go back to what he'd been doing.

"Please," Tobias begged, his gaze fixed on the mirror. "I ache. I want this so much. I hardly slept last night thinking about it." His voice was rough, his body not stopping its restless sway as he talked. "I almost--"

Noah looked up, still ignoring the mirror. "Almost? Almost what, baby? Tell me." Noah's voice was husky and warm, and his breath seemed a little thin.

"Almost fucked myself this morning after you left," Tobias admitted, color rising in his cheeks. "With that blue dildo in my shower."

Noah groaned. Tobias was certain of it. "I'm going to make it so much better for you, baby, so worth the wait," he said, returning to what he'd been doing, only this time he pushed his tongue into Tobias every third or fourth pass over his hole. He moaned, one hand leaving Tobias' ass and disappearing below the table.

Tobias' back arched, and he called out again, his eyes closing almost against his will. "Yes, yes, yes," he chanted. "Oh, God, so good, thank you." There was heat building in him, little prickles like sparks settling on his skin. His ass felt like it couldn't get any higher, he couldn't possibly be any more of a slut, but he knew very well he'd do whatever it took to get what he wanted. "God, yes," he gasped as Noah's tongue slid into him again.

Noah picked up the pace until his tongue was thrusting into Tobias steadily, fucking him over and over, pushing in and slipping out again and again. He made hungry sounds, moans and grunts that betrayed Noah's own desires and his fingers came back to grip both cheeks again and spread them wide, digging into Tobias' skin.

Tobias groaned, beyond words as he felt, saw, heard. He rocked his hips, moved and fucked back, trying to get more and more, his cock throbbing. "Fuck me," he whimpered. "God, please!"

Noah grunted and stopped, actually pushing away from Tobias a couple of steps. "No," he growled. Tobias heard him pant and then the sound of Noah's zipper as he kept his promise.

"Please, love," Tobias begged, almost sobbing. "I need you, need your cock. So ready, so empty. Fuck me hard, Noah, fill me and fuck me and make me scream. I need you in me."

"Jesus, when you talk like that..." Noah stepped close again, running one hand over Tobias' ass. The other reached under the table and came back with a tube of lube. He popped it open and hissed as he stroked himself with it, slicking his cock. "Want you, baby. Gonna take you like you want, like I need. Gonna fuck you so hard." Fingers landed on his hips again and dug into his skin and then Noah was pushing into him with a groan.

Tobias stared at the mirror, unable to look away, unwilling to miss a heartbeat of watching Noah take him. He was impossibly handsome in his uniform, his face tight with pleasure, and Tobias found himself even more taken with the image than he had been when Noah was lower, his tongue buried in Tobias' needy ass.

There was no tongue in him now; his hole was stretched taut around the thick cock filling him, so sensitive to the friction that even the lube was acting as yet another stimulation, its cool comfort heating rapidly as Noah pushed forward, claiming him.

"Thank you," Tobias said, over and over. "Thank you, fuck me. God, yes, so good." He knew he was raving, but he wasn't able to stop, his own prick pounding out his pulse as he tried to get more of Noah into him.

Noah sunk deep and stayed there a moment, getting comfortable and widening his stance as he stared down at Tobias' back. After a couple of deep breaths he groaned and his brow furrowed. "Hang on, baby," he growled and then he started to thrust again. He took Tobias hard and fast, pounding into him and holding onto his hips for leverage.

Tobias' hands scrabbled on the table top, looking for leverage so he could push back, but they slipped away. "Christ." He was panting, his breath coming in gasps when he remembered to breathe at all. He was soaring, crying out every time Noah pegged his gland. Grunting and gasping, he rode Noah's cock and tried to spread his legs more, feeling like he was being split open. "More," he demanded. "Everything!"

Noah didn't refuse him this time. He reached up and grabbed Tobias by one shoulder, bending his shorter body partly over Tobias' back and slammed deep, deeper, grinding and pinning him down to the table with his will more than his weight. He was breathing hard and Tobias felt him panting, hot air against across his spine. Apart from the grunts and harsh gasps for air, Noah didn't have much to say.

Tobias opened his mouth to scream, but the sound deserted him as he began to come, his climax exploding through him and catching him unaware. He'd meant to warn Noah, signal him, anything... but instead he just froze, his cock spurting without so much as a touch as Noah pounded into him.

Noah gasped, and froze with him for a moment. "Jesus. Fucking hell," he groaned. He didn't wait for Tobias to finish but picked up fucking him right where he'd left off. He ducked his head against Tobias' back and whimpered almost pitifully, stabbing into him with short, shallow strokes. When he finally came, he sobbed with it, throwing his head back and babbling. "Love you! Oh, God, yes, baby, so beautiful. Love you so much."

Tobias nodded, unable to speak, unable to breathe. He was lost in the mirror, watching Noah come, watching himself shudder through the aftershocks. He laid his head on the massage table and trembled, floating.

Noah finally relaxed. He lay across Tobias' back and hips, and Tobias could feel Noah's buttons, his belt and his badge press into his skin. In the mirror, Tobias could see that Noah's eyes were closed and he was smiling slightly.

"Thank you, sweetheart," Tobias whispered, unsurprised at the raspiness of his voice. "I love you." He let his eyes drift closed, wishing they could stay like that, with Noah in him, over him, for a great deal longer than he knew it would be possible.

"I know you do." Noah turned his head and kissed his shoulders. He sighed and laughed softly. "I'm so glad I bolted this thing to the floor."

"God, me too," Tobias said weakly. "I'm buying mirrors. Lots of mirrors. Just so you know."

Noah grinned widely. "Works for me. We can hang black velvet over them for when you don't want them." He put a hand on Tobias' hip and pulled out with a soft moan. "How do you feel?"

"Better than I have in days," Tobias said honestly. "I've been... distracted." He wiggled slightly, pulling Noah's arm closer and wrapping himself in his boy.

"I can't believe you waited so long." Noah pressed close again and nuzzled Tobias' neck.

Tobias sighed and closed his eyes. "I can't either, now. I don't like asking -- imposing something like this. It's frivolous."

Noah shook his head. "Tell me how this is an imposition," he teased. "Please."

Tobias opened one eye. "It was months before you'd fuck me, Noah. Longer before you stopped being nervous about it. I know very well that it's not one of your favorite things, and it's outside of our... contracted obligations. It's something just for me."

Noah hummed thoughtfully. "I was nervous about it. I was nervous about a lot of things. I never thought of myself in this light, is all. I never saw myself holding the reins, and I certainly never pictured you giving them up. It was a lot for me to process." He kissed Tobias' ear, speaking quietly. "But now, I mean, please don't think I don't enjoy this. Sure, it's something for you. And you do a lot of things just for me. I love you, I love to be able to give you exactly what you want. Whatever it is. I get off on being what you need."

Tobias smiled. "I love you. I love being with you. I love talking to you, I love flogging you, I love fucking you. And I love it when you.... this." He sighed and shifted again. "And I'd really love a bath. I got rubber duckies."

Noah laughed and nipped his ear before lifting his weight off Tobias' back. "Sounds great. I really want out of this uniform, it stinks."

"It smells wonderful to me," Tobias said with a grin. "Trust me on that." He pushed himself off the table and stood on wobbly legs, feeling the trickle of Noah's come slide down his thigh. "God, that was good," he said dreamily.

"It was." Noah smiled at him. "Let's go start a bath and put you in it before your legs collapse."

Tobias nodded and let Noah lead him to the safe room. They swung the mirrored cabinet door closed as they passed, but not before Tobias recognized himself where the stranger had been -- goofy grin and all.

He was dreaming. He knew it had to be a dream, because it was still dark out, and he hadn't made it home until after three; there wasn't any way he'd be waking up yet. The birth cycle had finished, thank God, but he'd been called out to help with a herd of horses that had been fed bad grain. Hours of dealing with colic and hoping for the best had wrung him out, even more than he had been.

Tobias had come home to a dark house, his boys curled up together on the floor by his bed. They were in their chains, obviously having locked themselves in for him, and the room stank once more of sex. He was getting tired of missing them. Once more they'd sought what they needed with each other, and while he was glad they could, it only underlined how much he'd been neglecting them.

It felt like weeks since he'd been able to give either of them his full attention. Far too long since he'd been able to focus on their needs and meet them fully. His boys were forgiving, were loving and respectful, but the fact of the matter was, he missed them.

He was dreaming. It was dark, and there was the sound of metal chains rattling, voices talking, and then warmth behind him, around him. He tried to sit up, but a gentle voice shushed him, warm hands eased him back, and he could hear a whisper telling him, "It's okay, sir. Sleep. We're here."

Tobias slept.

When he woke up the room was bright; too bright. With a groan he sat up, alone in bed, to find Phantom kneeling on the floor beside him. "What time is it?" he asked, blinking.

"Almost two," Phan said, his face worried.

"Oh, crap!" Tobias threw off the covers, but Phan shook his head.

"Stay, sir. Deidre called, and you're to rest."

Tobias shook his head and reached for the phone, calling the clinic even as he struggled to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Really, it's okay," Dee assured him when she got on the line. "We're on it -- me, Nancy and Luke. We hauled in a couple of students, too."

Tobias sighed and leaned back, listening as Phan moved around the room. "We have to talk," he said, exhaustions sneaking over him again. "Soon."

"We do," she agreed. "It might be time to reevaluate a few things." She didn't sound upset, just tired, like him.

"Soon," Tobias said again. Sleep was calling him back to bed. "I have to go. See you tomorrow."

"Turn off your pager," she advised before disconnecting.

Tobias was asleep before he could manage it.

When he woke up again it was dark. He could smell supper -- at least, he assumed it was supper -- and he could hear Phan and Noah talking in the living room. He wanted so badly to go to them, to have a meal with them, and just relax. He missed that. He missed so much. The previous Tuesday, when Noah and Phan had their night, he'd gone to the farm and slept until his pager went off the next morning; he hadn't even made it home.

Something had to give, and he was afraid it was going to be him.

Without turning on the light he reached for the phone again and dialed the one person who might have an idea about how to prevent that.

"Hello?" Bradford's voice was cheerful and friendly.

"It's me."

"Tobias? Uh oh. You sound like hell, are you sick?"

"Tired. I think I just slept for about eighteen hours."

Bradford whistled softly. "Can't have been the boys...?"

Tobias snorted. "No. Work. I think I'm drowning, Bradford. There's just... too much. Work is insane, I can't remember the last time I took Noah to his limits, Phan's... well, Phan's doing well, but he's not being pushed."

Bradford sighed over the wire. "There's no need to drown, Tobias, there's always a solution."

"Sure, but I'm too tired to think of one," Tobias said, only half joking. "What time is it, anyway?"

"Close to eight. Why don't we have dinner tomorrow night?"

"Sure. Is tomorrow Thursday?"

"Jesus, you really are tired."

Tobias nodded. "Yes," he sighed. "I really am. And hungry, and lonely. I'm going to go see my boys. Tomorrow, then? At the club or your place?"

"Let's make it my place so we won't cause a stir, shall we? Any time is fine." Bradford's voice sounded soothing, the way he might speak to Nikki. "Go on and be with your boys, and we'll wrestle this out tomorrow."

"Okay." Tobias sat up with a struggle. "God, when did I get this old?"

"Right about the same time I did," Bradford teased. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight. And thank you." Tobias hung up and forced himself out of bed, grabbing only his robe to wear as he went to find his boys.