Revealed - Masked 3 (4 page)

Bobby finally nodded. "Okay. I guess I can understand that."

"I'm glad." And he was. He was relieved and the tension in his neck started to ease. "We won't be standing on ceremony most of the time. When in a scene, in public with others in the lifestyle, at the club, yes. You are my submissive. You'll respect our relationship and act accordingly, as will I. When we're in private and not in a scene, you'll be you and I'll be me. I prefer you to call me sir from here on out. It's something that needs to remain constant. We have to have some down time to connect as men, as friends, as lovers, but underneath it all, unless we decide otherwise, the dynamic will always be there, humming just below the surface. We're both strong willed, good at what we have chosen to do in life. This relationships should enhance that, add to it, make us better."

He stopped talking in order to give Bobby a chance to ask questions or make comments, but when the other man stayed silent, simply nodding his head. When Bobby offered nothing, Thor continued on.

"I've given this a lot of thought this week as I'm sure you have. I was pleased when you drove up tonight, nervous almost that you might not. I know your talk with Aidn didn't exactly go well but thing will be fine in the long run, better even without lies hanging over you."

Again, Bobby nodded, though he was no longer looking at Thor. He was looking down, sliding his fingers along the edge of the sheet. Bobby had such long, well shaped fingers, smooth hands. Thor's fingers were long, but blunt at the tips and thick, callused. He looked forward to holding hands with Bobby, doing regular couple things, learning about the man who was no more mystery than he'd been previously.

"Do you want to be my submissive?"

Bobby's eyes connected with Thor's and the intensity provided all the answer Thor needed, but Bobby voiced it anyway.

"Yes I do."

"All the time?"

The intensity was still here, but there was something else as well now. Uncertainty.

"I don't know. I don't know how I'll fit into it when it's not sexual. I've never tried when it's not sexual."

"You know Bailey is Aidn's submissive in all things, not just sex."

Bobby nodded. "I know she is and their relationship intrigues me. I've always wanted to ask questions, but never knew how without it giving something away. I don't know what kind of control I want you to have. I guess that's what you're trying to help me with or will try to help me with."

"I will, yes."

"Do you want to be dominant all the time?"

"Eventually, yes I think I will. I've not done so with a male partner before, but I think I will as we become more and more involved."

"What would it mean? What would it entail?"

Thor shrugged. "I'm not sure yet. It can be anything though from schedules to daily spankings to dressing a certain way to what you eat, when you go to bed. Whether or not you come immediately or not for days. Whether you do or don't need permission. It can be whatever you feel you need at any given time or whatever I feel you need. There is no one right or one wrong way to do this."

"I didn't know that."

"Good." Thor smiled. "Then you've learned something already."

"Do I have to ask for permission?"

Thor smiled at the question. He'd expected nothing less. "No. The only time you don't have permission to come is when I tell you you don't, but in general, no, you don't have to ask. I'm not hung up on you having to beg permission to come."

"Why not? Aren't most?"

"I suppose. For me, it takes you out of the moment, out of the what's going on, what's happening to you. You have to stop and try to form the words. Not everyone can do that and still come. When we're together sexually, I want you to orgasm anytime you feel the need to. It shows me you want me, you want what I'm doing to you, you like what I'm doing to you so much that you can't control it. I like that."

"You'll really come home with me for Thanksgiving?"

"Yes, if you want me to," Thor said after he caught up to the change of topic.

"As my...boyfriend?"

Bobby asked it with hesitation, as though he were trying the feel of the word out on his tongue and between his lips. "Yes, as your boyfriend."

"I like the word," Bobby said, confirming Thor's thoughts on the way it had been said.

"I do too." He slid his hand across Bobby's stomach. The whorls of hair around his bellybutton leading down below the sheet made it near impossible to keep thinking straight. He wasn't going to have sex with his
boyfriend
again, but he sure wanted to. Some impulse control was good in this situation and he didn't want to add too much too soon. "I want you to stay here at least one night each weekend. Preferably, two, but I understand you have a life outside me and us."

Bobby laughed. "Actually, outside work, I don't unless I'm at the club, which isn't every weekend."

"I am at the club almost every weekend, but we can work it out to where I have some of them off where we can do things together before the city shuts down for the night."

"I'd like that. What about weeknights?"

"We'll work up to that if you'd like. We'll give it, say a month of weekend overnight stays and if we're doing okay, we'll add one night during the week."

"All right."

"We're not ready to move in together."

"No, I know we're not. I know it's logical to do it this way. I'm just...anxious, I guess. Impatient."

"Yeah, I know." Thor was too. Impatient, anxious. He wanted to get on with things, wanted to dive deep, delve into the darkness with Bobby. "I don't want to move too fast or too slow. Do you know what limits you have? What things you will and won't do? What things you're willing to try and what you're not?"

"Not really, no."

"Okay. We'll talk about it over the weeks. Do you cook?"

"Yes." Bobby's eyes lightened. "Very well actually."

"Excellent because I suck at it. If it can't be microwaved, it generally doesn't get made in this house. I have a stove and oven that have never been used."

"I'd love to cook for you."

"I'd love it too. In the morning. Eight o'clock." Bobby smiled and Thor's heart skipped a beat. His cock pulsed under his kilt and he took that as a sign. It was either time to Bobby's head under the plaid or get up and leave. "Sleep well tonight."

Thor stood before he lost his resolve, but before he could walk away, out the door, and across the hall, he leaned down, gripped the headboard on either side of Bobby's head and stole a kiss.

It was meant to be a soft goodnight kiss. It turned into so much more. He couldn't seem to control himself when his lips touched Bobby's. He wanted to slide his tongue inside Bobby's mouth, to tangle their tongues together, to test out the edges of Bobby's teeth. He wanted to suck Bobby's breath into his lungs and give Bobby his. He wanted to kiss the man all night long and into the dawn.

Instead, he let his lips linger on Bobby's for a moment more. When he pulled away, the pulse in Bobby's throat was visibly throbbing and the sheet over his lap was tented. Thor grinned and whispered his lips over Bobby's again. "You're not to touch your cock after I leave, do you understand me?"

"Yes sir, but...?"

"But what?"

"But what about before you leave?"

Thor smiled, indulgent. In a giving mood, he dropped his hand to the sheet bunched in Bobby's fingers. Thor tugged and Bobby let go, allowing his cock to be exposed. Bobby was hard, the head a deep pinkish-red, the vein along the underside, full and thick.

"Seems you didn't get enough of a release earlier," Thor murmured, his palm hovering over Bobby's erection.

"I..."

"It's all right. I'm not sure I did either." He hadn't. He was just as hard if not more so beneath his kilt. He had a thought of pulling Bobby's head over and under and letting him suck to his heart's content, or until Thor spilled down his throat, whichever came first. He willed the desire aside though, and lowered his hand to Bobby's own cock. His lover caught his breath and as Thor started to stroke the shaft, slow and easy, Bobby let the breath out. His hands fisted alongside his hips, the muscles in his arms and thighs tight with strain.

"You like this? A handjob from a man? From me?"

Bobby's eyes were fixated on the movement of Thor's hand. "Y-yes," he hissed. He chanced a quick glance up, his cheeks heating. "Yes sir."

Thor smirked. "Good boy." He squeezed Bobby's cock, drawing his hand up and tenting his fingers over the head, tugging lightly before letting go. He leaned down, kissing the whorl of Bobby's ear, whispering, "You're a good boy and you'll continue to be a good boy, won't you? You won't touch your cock after I leave the room, will you? You'll keep your hands to yourself, yes?"

Bobby nodded. Thor didn't think Bobby, with the state of arousal he was in, could form words at that moment, much less speak. That was fun in and of itself, arousing Bobby to the point of being mute, incapable of speech, incapable of much more than nodding his head in acknowledgement.

Thor patted Bobby's cock making the man buck and moan in need. "Excellent. I'll see you in the morning."

CHAPTER THREE

Bobby pulled in the driveway and parked. The scent of coffee filled the inside of his car and he took a sip from his cardboard cup, careful not to burn his tongue. He'd stopped at the coffee shop after the grocery store because functioning without coffee was unheard of for him. Thor had wanted him to cook breakfast, but there was nothing in the house to cook with. There were some assorted pots and plates and eating utensils, but no food. Well, okay, there were hotdogs and some cheese, bread, a half-gallon of what used to be milk and water. What Bobby was supposed to make breakfast with, he'd had no idea, so, he made a trip to the store.

He turned the car off and grabbed the bag of ingredients and the coffee cups. He'd didn't know how Thor took his coffee so Bobby just left it black. He'd picked up some drinkable milk that Thor could use if he needed to. Bobby wasn't even sure Thor drank coffee, but if he didn't, well, that just left more for Bobby.

Nudging the door closed with his hip, Bobby walked quickly to the front door of the house. He hadn't had a key either. He hoped nothing had happened while he was gone but the neighborhood was so quiet this morning, he couldn't imagine anyone breaking and entering. He eased inside. Nothing moved, nothing disturbed. Bobby set the bag and coffee down in the kitchen, found the note he'd left still on the stove, and went down the hall to check on Thor, trying to ignore how at home he felt in Thor's space.

His door was still cracked and he was still in the bed. The dark red sheet was tangled around his hip and calf. His blond hair was spread out over his bare upper body and a few strands covered his face.

The man was simply delectable.

Bobby suppressed a whimper, fisted his hands by his side, and walked back to the kitchen. He wanted to stomp in protest at the unfairness of Thor sleeping soundly. He'd probably even jacked off before going to sleep, something he'd ordered Bobby not to do.

Bobby's cock was hard, his ass clenching in need, tension tightening his shoulders into knots. As he unpacked the paper grocery bag, he thought back to the night before, the conversation, the feel of Thor's hand on his cock after.

If Thor had kept touching him, within seconds Bobby would have come all over himself, Thor's fingers, and the bed. It had taken what seemed like forever for Bobby to get to sleep and even then, he was hard and uncomfortable. He'd turned to the right and the left. He'd rolled to his back and the painful pressure in his balls, the steady hardness in his cock frustrated him to the point he was humping the sheet covering him. He'd even gotten out of bed and gone to Thor's door ready to beg for release, but Thor'd already been asleep. At some point after returning to his room, Bobby had fallen into a restless sleep himself.

He awoke around seven, gotten out of bed, washed up, brushed his teeth, and unpacked a set of clothes. He went into the kitchen intent on cooking, however it was then he realized there was no food in the house.

A sip of coffee later and Bobby exhaled a breath. He braced his hands on the edge of the counter and counted to a hundred. When that didn't dim the hunger, he thought over the cases he'd worked on during the week, but all that did was make him want to sit and talk with Thor, to see if they had that connection, too. Would they have the ease of conversation at their fingertips as they had the ease of lust and desire?

His thoughts drifted to his parents and the talk he'd had with them. He'd driven to Charleston where they lived to share what was going on in his life in person. What he had to tell them couldn't be done over the phone, though he'd have preferred that to seeing the anger cloud his father's face and the uneasiness cloud his mother's.

From the start, they were worried about their old South friends. Bobby, knowing Thor as he did, well, the big man was about as old South as anyone they'd ever met. He knew if they gave Thor a chance, if they could work themselves beyond the fear and difference and the opinions of others and how they themselves had been raised to feel, that they'd grow to really like and appreciate him. It wasn't that they'd never known about Bobby's interest in males. They did. Bobby hadn't flaunted it in high school, but he hadn't exactly hidden it either. He'd been the butt of jokes for those who'd found out, he'd been picked on and his parents had simply hidden behind the ideal of "it's just a phase". They'd been able to play it off. He wasn't the only teenage boy among his group of friends who was thinking they were gay or at least bisexual. He wasn't the only boy caught with a boy either. The other boy, though, had been shipped off to military school and never really heard from again whereas Bobby swallowed the "it's just a phase" pill and tried to play it off.

It was when he'd gone to college, met Aidn, gotten away from home and under other influences with some freedoms that he'd started exploring more and more with women and men. He'd never brought a guy home, but he'd never brought a girl home either.