Love & Stitches at The Asylum: Part Sixty
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“You sure you’re okay with this, kitten?” Matt’s breath brushed Jamie’s ear, his sometimes lover’s question bringing his gaze from where Noah had put his chips into the jar marked with the other sub’s name.
Around them, energy buzzed, the artful lighting and smoky air combining to create an atmosphere that was more pleasure than party. Skin tingling with anticipation and excitement, Jamie turned his attention from where the Doms mingled, making their choices, to catch Matt’s hand.
“Totally.” Nothing could be righter. He proved it with both a smile and a squeeze of his fingers. “This is going to be really good for you both.”
Things could’ve gone a few different ways tonight, and even though few of the Core had shared who they were hoping to stake for, knowing Noah meant he knew the direction of his thoughts. The optics would matter, but even more important, cementing bonds that had been strengthened over time would matter more. With Matt being Lawson’s sub, and Jamie’s lover, there was a lot to mine in going in this direction. Including the patching up of the last gaps between his husband and Matt, left over from a time when things around the club had been much less level.
Matt’s gaze dipped to his lips. “Thanks. I promise it won’t get weird.”
“You’re funny.” Wrinkling his nose with his laugh, he nudged Matt’s shoulder, getting a yummy whiff of laundry soap and coffee when the dark fabric of his tux jacket released the scent. “Weird is what it’s all about. Just chill and let him take the lead. He’ll bring you along for a ride you’ll never forget.”
It wasn’t like he knew what Noah had planned, but enough years with his Dom had taught him not to try to guess. Wherever Noah brought Matt, whatever they did, would be amazing, and it would be between them.
With only Connor left, a mix of disappointment and acceptance replaced the excitement that had fizzed around at intervals in his middle all evening. They’d chatted enough times about the lines between private and professional lives that he knew better, himself, than to channel his hopes in that direction. It wasn’t that hanging out with Danny, Reed, Drew, and Stephan would suck, because it totally wouldn’t. He only needed to readjust his expectations and plans.
Wren getting chosen by Seth seemed to have Jared hovering close to his boy, so there wasn’t a chance to let him know he’d be alright. Keeping a close watch on his co-sub, he furrowed his brow. The swap of Wren for Pike was an interesting choice. Also not entirely unpredictable. It was like the two men wanted to tango with each other, but the best they could manage was a square-dance where they do-si-doed with each other’s partners.
Distracted by the intricacies of political maneuvering that never ceased to make Hollywood parties look like a cakewalk in comparison, Jamie nearly missed Connor crossing to Noah’s side and leaning in to speak quietly with him. Frown deepening, he stood on his tiptoes like it might help him hear what they talked about.
Had he gotten a call? Was he letting Noah know he wouldn’t be on Jamie’s detail for the evening? No, that wasn’t it. He was playing...as a Dom. Biting his lip, Jamie bounced on the balls of his feet in a way that made the colorful feathers of the costume Jacks had designed for him flutter. And itch. No offense to the man, but sometimes he went over the top with the scratchy stuff. Looked great under the lights, but it was a relief to take it off after.
Maybe Connor wants to make sure that whoever he chooses won’t piss Noah off?
At that thought, another widened Jamie’s eyes, even as Connor turned away to approach the jars. Heart thudding, palms sweating, he rocked back on his heels, and got the best shock of his life when Connor dumped his chips in the jar marked with his name.
The ‘Holy shit’ on his lips was only avoided by the dance that automatically set his feet in motion. He clapped his hands together and conveyed his happiness with the clickety-click of his tap shoes. Hanging out with Connor meant a drive, maybe some reminiscing, and definitely popcorn and a movie they chose. Which was cozy and awesome, because they rarely got to spend that kind of time together anymore that they had in L.A.
Once the selections were all made—none a real surprise, since most of the pairings seemed to have been discussed beforehand and no one was battling over subs—Connor crossed the room and motioned Jamie to him. Lips slanted, he pressed a set of keys into Jamie’s hand. “I promised Lawson you wouldn’t get a scratch on it. So let’s avoid me getting on his almost nonexistent bad side. It’s his McLaren.”
The...McLaren.
“Jesus.” Sweaty palm clutching the fob, Jamie nearly issued his second ‘holy shit’ in as many minutes, the grin on his face unavoidable. Even if he’d been told to cry for the cameras at his own mother’s funeral—okay, so maybe not such a great comparison because there was probably no way he could—he wouldn’t have been able to hide his joy. “Seriously? Like, you do know there’s no freaking way I can’t break a few laws in that thing?”
Connor chuckled, putting an arm around him and giving him a little shake. “Give your Dom some credit. As soon as I went to him with the idea, he had everything handled. We’re good to go. I’m to make sure you’re safe, but other than that? You get to just let loose.”
It was a really weird time to get choked up, but the flush of heat on his cheeks and the prickle of tears at the corners of his eyes forced Jamie to clear his throat and duck his head. “Thanks, Connor. This is really...dope.”
“I thought you’d like it.” Connor looked over to where Noah had just finished talking to Lawson, then jutted his chin in Noah’s direction. “Go let your man know you’re okay and let’s get going. I don’t see him changing his mind…unless he sees you looking like you're about to cry and thinks I upset you. Let’s avoid that.”
Shaking his head, Jamie tipped his face up to his... He wrinkled his nose, trying to find the right label, then let it go. “Sure thing. I’m just overwhelmed. This is...” Laughing, he eased away. “Be right back.”
Approaching Noah, he assumed a wait position. Things had been kind of formal during the game, but not, and it was hard to tell where the lines were tonight. Jared had taught him that when the energy buzzed around inside him from all the unclear lines, the best thing to do was to rely on the things he’d been taught about respect. Then he could wait for his Doms to redraw them if it was a time when they wanted him closer.
Tipping Jamie’s chin up with two fingers, Noah searched his eyes for a moment, then smiled softly. “No High Protocol for you tonight, little cat. Your bodyguard isn’t that kind of Dom.” He brushed his hand over Jamie’s cheek, then over his spiky hair. “Are you happy?”
To be spending time with one of his best friends in the world in a car he’d been secretly wanting to steal in the middle of the night for years? With only the thought of the anger and disappointment on Lawson’s face to stop him?
“Hell, yes, sir.” Pressing his cheek into Noah’s palm, Jamie practically chirped as the energy thrummed to life in his middle again. “Thank you for letting us hang out and do this. I promise not to be over the top.”
Brows raising slightly, Noah shook his head. “The only promise I want is that you’ll be safe. But I trust Connor to take care of you. We had a few chats about it. Other than that, do whatever feels right. And I mean that. Nothing is off the table.”
Jamie licked his lips, brows pulling together. “Do you mean...” He lowered his voice to a whisper automatically. “Sex?”
“I mean anything that you and Connor want to do.” Noah bent down a little, bringing himself close to Jamie’s eye level. “You two are very close and he knows you. If it feels right? Go for it. If it doesn’t, I know you’ll still have fun. That’s all I want for you.”
The fact that Connor hadn’t just been taking him on to save him from not being chosen should’ve hit before, with the McLaren. But it hadn’t. Not until Noah mentioned that he had been talking about this with Connor all along. Somehow that all combined now, to let him know he was wanted. That someone besides Noah—who was a Dom...his Dom—and Jared, who’d been spending more time with him lately, actually wanted to be with him made his middle stir in a different way. A whole ton of thoughts and feelings getting tangled up but not like a freeway pileup. More like he needed to sort them in their places with Stephan later, because he really had no idea what they were.
Except one of them. This one, he could identify every time.
A soft smile tugging at his lips, he stood on his tiptoes to brush Noah’s cheek with a kiss. “Thank you, sir. I love you. Good night.”
“I love you, too, little cat.” Noah pulled him in close, claiming a deeper kiss before whispering against his lips. “Hurry up. Wren fixed all the traffic lights within the city limit so you can drive right through, but Rhodey told him to keep it limited so we don’t draw too much attention. Let me know if it’s as nice a ride as Curtis keeps saying it is. Maybe if I stay on Lawson’s good side, he’ll let me take it out one of these days.”
Pretty sure all Noah had to do was ask the other Dom, Jamie grinned so hard his face hurt. “So what you’re saying is that Jacks shoulda dressed me up as Cinderella because I’ve got a magic coach that turns back into a speed limit obeying pumpkin at midnight?”
Noah snorted as he straightened, turning Jamie and giving him a solid smack on the ass. “Within the city limits? Something like that. Beyond them? You can go as far as the gas tank allows.”
“Sweet!” Tugging at the feathered cloak on his way back to Connor, Jamie relished the heat in his right ass cheek. He slid to a stop in front of the man, with a ta-da stance. “He’s good. And in case I forget to tell you, I had a wonderful time tonight.”
“I’m glad.” Connor chuckled, putting a hand on his shoulder and directing him out the front door. “I got your jacket in the car in case you need it later, but those feathers should keep you pretty warm for now.” He brought Jamie around the side of the building, where the McLaren was parked in the glow of the security lights. “There’s a knitted hat you’ve got to wear if you’re cracking the window open. Wren was very concerned about you getting cold and he knows as well as I do how much you like feeling the wind rush over you. I told him I wouldn’t let you get an ear infection…though he’s very curious about them and wants someone else to get one so he can treat it. Which was an…interesting conversation.”
The Speedtail’s sleek lines were like looking at a glider cutting through the air even standing still. Half distracted—okay, mostly distracted—by the gleam of the silver paint, his mind already calculated how fast he could take some well-known curves on the back roads out of town. The body sat low enough to the ground that he’d have to be careful on the less well-paved roads, so probably best to avoid them.
Brain catching up with the moment, he pressed the button on the fob that would lift the doors. “I’ll see what I can do about getting one some other time when I won’t get us both into trouble.” He grinned over his shoulder at Connor. “I learned a lot over the past few years from him about biology and math.” Just saying the word made his tongue fuzz over as he slid into the sleek, leather interior. Inhaling deep and expelling thoughts of homework, he drank in the scent of leather and polish, his dick growing half hard just from the touch of the steering wheel under his fingertips. “Yeah, baby. Come to daddy.”
Connor shook his head and sighed as he went around to the other side of the car. “I think you’re missing the point, but let’s not worry about that now. No ear infections. Or math. Just some smooth sailing.”
“All the way.” As Connor slid into the passenger seat, Jamie blushed hard. “I mean the car.”
It was one thing to have fantasies for the guy, since he was like what? Eighteen? Yeah, let’s keep it legal and say that. But it was an entirely different thing to know that those fantasies could be a reality if they both wanted them to be.
Does he want them to be?
Remembering Noah had said it was okay, Jamie realized that he and Connor must’ve discussed that stuff too. Which made his cheeks heat even more. Feeling like Matt, he gripped the steering wheel for a moment, then shut the doors to close himself and Connor into the tight, warm space with its low roof and sleekly lighted dash.
Giving him a sideways look, Connor relaxed back into his seat. His neatly short brown hair and brown eyes shone in the building’s security lights. “Glad you cleared that up. I figured we’d play things by ear after I beat your ass. I told Noah I’ve been wanting to do it for a while. He said you’d enjoy that, but I better be the one driving after.”
Aaaand...there goes all the blood to my dick.
A needy sound escaping his lips—that he pretended was for the car—Jamie pressed the ignition button and settled into the seat as the Speedtail purred to life. “Oh, God. I’m going to come just from sitting in this wet dream of a car with you talking literal smack.” He gripped the steering wheel, sliding Connor a look of his own. “Betcha can’t remember what you’re beating my ass for though.”
That got him a chuckle. “I have a list. At the top is you sneaking out of your hotel rooms in the middle of the night. But at least you weren’t constantly starting shit with random people like Trevor. I wouldn’t have traded with his detail for all the ‘extra incentives’ in the world.”
Around The Asylum, ‘extra incentives’ tended to mean things like blowjobs. Which Jamie really couldn’t think about right now without crashing into the security fence before he even made it out of the gates. Pushing the gear shift into first, he definitely didn’t think about gripping Connor’s dick, nor did the tug into second as he rolled out of the gates make him picture pulling on his shaft on the upstroke.
Outside the gates, rolling toward downtown as he got the feel for the handling and acceleration, he found his voice. “I think you’d’ve quit if you had to work for him. I’ll never forget the time you scruffed him and nearly made him wet himself when he was about to take a swing at me. Best memory ever.”
Grinning, Connor reached out, curving his hand around the back of Jamie’s neck and rubbing lightly. “One of mine, too. When he started getting bigger than you and Danny, he thought he could throw his weight around. It was my pleasure to correct him of that notion. And his fucking guy wouldn’t handle him, so someone had to.”
That was one thing about Connor. His boyish good looks fooled a lot of people into thinking he was a pushover, but time and again when it counted he was right there. With the papz when they were too in Jamie’s face, with the fans when they got a little overzealous, and even when Noah had gotten that gun in the bar and it seemed like Jamie’s world was crashing to a very messy end—either himself or Noah about to get hurt in a lethal showdown.
“They could put you in an action movie, easy.” Not wanting the night to get serious like that, Jamie shook off the darker memory and pictured a couple of the more amusing ones. “But I can’t decide if you’d be all Bruce Willis in Die Hard or Benjamin Bratt in Miss Congeniality. Maybe the last one because we’ve only seen it twenty times when it was always the only PG-13 on in all those hotel rooms.”
People thought traveling was so glamorous, and it could be, but a lot of the time on tour it was boring as fuck. He, Danny, Trevor—watched over by their details and the stage crew—were playing shows at night, rehearsing, going to radio stations for interviews, or a studio for appearances, and then trapped in hotels with room service for meals the rest of the time. It was work, with a lot of financial perks, but the slow times when he and Connor played Gin Rummy or Spit, and watched a movie together were some of his best memories.
Second Avenue stretched out before them, all the lights turning green at once, like Wren was there throwing a switch for him. Grinning, Jamie gripped the steering wheel harder and stepped on the gas. “Hold onto your hat.”
Not even bracing himself, Connor kept his eye on the road, his tone casual, like they were chilling out in one of those hotel rooms instead of jetting down the road. “I don’t really see myself as either of them? But I get how you would’ve, as a kid. Getting all my deets from your manager didn’t seem to impress you much until he got to the ‘ex SEAL’ part.”
“And you still won’t tell me about one secret mission.” Pouting while driving a McLaren was impossible, because it was just too fucking adult cool, so Jamie settled for a mock scowl. “Pictures or it didn’t happen.” He mashed on the gas harder as the lights began to turn yellow, determined to get through them all. This time of night, the streets were quiet, and the darkened old mill buildings seemed to be full of the ghosts Wren loved so much. “C’mon. Were there any jungles?”
Connor’s amusement was written all over his face. “Does that look work with your Doms? And I thought they were the tough kind. I don’t talk about my time serving. Pick a different topic. Like my favorite color. It’s burnt orange.”
Blowing through the last light, just as it turned red, Jamie let out a “Whoop!” and reached over to flick on the stereo. Billie Eilish’s Bad Guy burst out of the speakers, the bass hitting dead center of his chest wall, and he bobbed his head to the beat, remembering Sunset Strip and all the lights he’d wished he could’ve blown through. This was much better. He sent a silent thank you to Wren, vowing to give him the real thing later. Best co-sub ever. “Burnt orange isn’t a color. It’s a decade. The seventies.” He dropped the topic as ordered, not giving in to the ‘yes, sir’ that had been on his lips. He wanted to, a lot. But he still wasn’t entirely sure that Connor was that type of Dom, or how comfortable he’d be with it coming from him. “Why did you come to L.A. for work? You could’ve gone anywhere.”
The question had Connor making a thoughtful sound. “Mostly because I’d never been there. I’d heard a lot about how guarding stars was good money, but boring as fuck. I needed some boring in my life. I ignored the horror stories about handling rock stars and all that. I eventually saw some of them were true, but with you? It wasn’t an issue. I wanted to look out for someone I liked and I got that.”
Turning off the Avenue onto a road that would take them out of town on the opposite side of the city from Tracey’s place and The Asylum, Jamie decided to explore some roads he hadn’t been down before. Kind of like the one he metaphorically—vocab word for the win—explored with Connor. There weren’t any street lights here, and the headlights cut through a swath of darkness, following the car’s swooping trajectory.
“Could...would...you touch my neck again...sir?” Trying the honorific out on his lips, Jamie glanced in Connor’s direction, then back at the road. “It was nice. And I like that you liked me. Like me. Even though things got a lot less boring once I came here.”
Bringing his hand to the back of Jamie’s neck again, fingers lightly stroking along the length, Connor made that thoughtful sound again. “I didn’t want the boring to be permanent. I’m happy to be here and I’ve made more connections than I did in L.A. Back there, I didn’t bother hanging out with much of the staff. I couldn’t stand the pretentious assholes and the shallow suck ups. Or the people who’d hang around, thinking getting close to me would get them a foot in the door. Here? There’s no hidden agenda.”
Over a rise, the clouds parted and the moon showed its round silver face, the light bathing the hood of the car in an unearthly glow. There were a few times in life when he’d found himself feeling like he’d been transported to somewhere magical. It happened more often than not when he and Noah explored the woods around the farm, and even a few horrible times on the island. Once in Madrid when he and Connor had gone to visit a cathedral in the middle of the night and a kind docent had let them in for a private tour.
“Yeah. No hidden agenda.” Leaning back into Connor’s caress, Jamie remembered he wasn’t supposed to take more than he was given and straightened again. “I like the real here, but I don’t always get it. It helps that there’s so many rules. Even if I mess them up a lot.”
“Mhm.” Connor tugged him back, resuming the stroking of his neck. “Relax. I’m not the type that goes with all the standards of Domliness, since I know you won’t ask, but you need to know. The rules work for you and your Doms. The structure might be a bit more comfortable with them—I talked to Noah about that, too. Me and you? Don’t need it.”
Jamie nodded as Connor spoke, getting what he meant. Noah and Jared, they came from a place where those rules and structures kept people safe. Kept them from getting triggered by surprises. And in a way, they just plain got off on it. Knowing it pleased them? It got Jamie off, too. At the heart of it, knowing he gave them pleasure and not pain by being the good boy they wanted and needed, meant he was happiest when they were happy.
“We don’t, do we?” Relishing the warm contact on the cold skin of his neck, Jamie made a contented sound as he pulled them over into a gravel turn-around spot on the side of the road where the moonlight speared the trees to cast shadows across the roof of the car. Turning a little, he met Connor’s gaze. “You really thought about this a lot, sir. Thank you. You’re both so careful of me, and it means a lot. I...you’ve always meant a lot.”
Connor smiled at him, his fingers drifting to the short strands of hair at the back of Jamie’s neck. “I try. Talking to your family gave me a better idea of what you’d enjoy the most. And Lawson let it slip that Curtis likes teasing you and Noah about this car. So I pieced together a plan. If I was getting you for a night, I needed to make it damn good for you.” His lips twitched. “Noah said how happy you were when I brought you home would determine whether or not I get another chance.”
“I’m pretty darned happy. I’d drop in a few f-bombs to prove it, but I don’t want to disrespect you or my Doms and the awesome you’re being.” Mischief in his own smile, Jamie tipped his head to one side to give Connor better access to his neck. “But...you’re always doing things for me, and I want to make sure you’re happy, too, sir. Just so you know.”
“I’m the one in charge, aren’t I?” Connor’s eyes shone with humor, a secret smile on his lips. “I’ll take what I want and be happy. It’s pretty simple.” He squeezed a bit tighter at the back of Jamie’s neck. “Your job tonight? No guessing what you think I want. I’ll let you know. Just talk to me, however feels comfortable. I don’t consider swearing disrespectful—I didn’t when you were younger, except when you cursed me out for dragging you back to your room. And confiscating the bottles of Schnapps you convinced a fan to get you.”
Mock wincing, Jamie recalled the incidents. “Yeah, that was a dick move. Sorry.” His heartbeat had triple-timed at the little squeeze Connor had given him, and hadn’t slowed. Probably it was totally visible in his neck. “Being with you is easy. I know what just being me feels like with you.” Turning off the engine, he closed his eyes and listened to the silence that didn’t seem so silent after a moment. There were some night owls in the distance, and he could hear his own pulse, Connor’s breaths, and the sound of fabric rustling at Connor’s cuffs. “I love how there’s music everywhere.”
Idly stroking Jamie’s neck, Connor didn’t speak for a moment. When he did, it was quiet, like he didn’t want to disturb the silence. “I can tell, you know. When you’re just being you. I’m glad you can have that with me. That it’s easy.” He moved his hand, plucking something out from between the seats. He pulled it onto Jamie’s head before he opened his eyes, grinning as he adjusted the knit hat. “You can tell Jacks it’s my fault all his hard work on your hair’s messed up. Get out of the car.”
Questions on his lips, Jamie nodded, undoing his harness to step into the chilled night air. Puffs of white moisture rushed from between them, the feathered cloak catching it so the ice crystals that formed sparkled like diamonds that caught the moonlight. He wanted to ask Connor how he knew, when he didn’t always know himself, but instead he stared up at the moonlight, his tap shoes crunching against the rime of snow.
“A lot of the other subs are kind of young in the way they play, and I thought I wanted that. To have that kid experience, but I don’t. Being so much smaller than everyone else is weird because I can just fit in with all the being carried around.” He blinked up at the sky, wondering if Noah had ever painted a night like this. “I love that, but I don’t know...I don’t understand what people want, and...” He shrugged a little. “I’m used to being a weird kind of grown up. I don’t want to go back, but I don’t want to be in charge.”
Shaking his head, Connor picked him up, walking over to a large rock on the very edge of the gravel by the road. “You kinda overthink things sometimes, you know that? Like this? I’m picking you up because I want you over here. You don’t need to try to figure anything out. I also know your safeword.” He sat on the rock and laid Jamie over his lap. “So unless you use it, I’m going to spank your ass while you enjoy the view.”
World upside down, Jamie laughed. There was nobody like Connor for getting him out of one of his strange tailspins...this time by literally spinning his tail into the air. He twisted to look over his shoulder, searching the man’s face and grinning up at him. “Enjoy your own view.”
Connor chuckled, deftly removing the feathery part of his wardrobe, then reaching between them to undo Jamie’s pants. “I have. For a couple years now. The whole ‘how does my ass look in these jeans’ stopped being awkward a bit after you turned nineteen, but I still saw you as a kid. Being here? That changed.” He drew the material down with Jamie’s underwear, baring his ass to the cold. “Hard to hold on to that image of ‘child star’ when you’re a man getting kinky on the daily.”
The contrast of Connor’s heat and the chilled air drew a sharp line around the moment that made everything sharpen. Mooning the moon would forever be his new favorite lyric to mark the occasion, and would definitely make it into a song. Fingertips on the ground, he balanced himself, shifting his hips so Connor would feel the hard length of his dick and exactly what being naked to his gaze did for him.
“My ass is cold.” Smirking, he let Connor see the humor and the heat in his gaze. “Sir.”
“Fussy sub.” Connor gave him a mock stern look. “Do I get to enjoy the view or not? Make up your mind.” He rubbed his hand over Jamie’s ass, making a soft sound of pleasure. “I knew you’d feel like this. I remember how good care you took of your skin. All the lotions you tried. I hated that it was because you worried how you’d look to others. I wanted you to take pleasure in pampering yourself.” He smacked him lightly. “I think I’ll make that one of my first commands as your Dom. Do things that feel good, just because.”
Watching Connor look at him might be his new favorite pastime. The way the Dom’s eyes seemed to drink in every inch of his body, the clear appreciation and memories shining in his gaze. Though he’d always been handsome, he’d been closed off. Stern in that way all security had, where they wanted you to know that nothing was going to get past them. Even you. Seeing Connor open and kinda vulnerable was a revelation. It wasn’t like they hadn’t had fun, but the masks were fully down—maybe even further than Jamie’s pants. He wiggled a little to show he’d enjoyed the love tap, melting over Connor’s knee as he let himself relax.
“Yes, sir.” Leafy and snow dotted, the ground became his focus as he sank into his submission. “It might take me a bit to figure out, and I’ll need to try a lot of stuff to see if it feels good, but I can do that.”
A harder smack followed his words, like a strange kind of reward. “Good boy. I’ll let you know how much that pleases me every time you find a new thing.” He started up a rhythm of spanks, just hard enough to sting, warming up Jamie’s ass evenly. His tone was light, but beneath it there was some uninhibited satisfaction. “Tell me how that feels.”
“Good...” Heat pulsed up Jamie’s shaft, the impact rocking him forward along Connor’s muscled thigh. “Erotic. Like I feel your strength and you’ve got me right where I need to be. Nothing to worry about. I can let go. Just be.” And the heat was nice. Like he took a bit of his Dom’s passion with him every time his hand landed. “I love... I don’t know.” Growing breathy, he absorbed the next few spanks, the heat in his ass spreading. “The simplicity.”
Connor gave him another sharp smack, then rubbed over both of Jamie’s ass cheeks, as though making sure the sensations lingered. “I figured you would. I’m going to ask you this before I send you even more out of your mind, because I need it clear where we are with one another, before this goes any further.” His palm moved in a slow circle. “I’ve already gotten Noah’s blessing—provided I bring you home satisfied, like I mentioned. I’ll ask Jared, too, when I get a chance, but…will you wear my tag?”
There was a breathless moment when Jamie figured he’d heard Connor wrong. A thousand nights of wondering and imagination couldn’t have led him to dreaming up this scenario, so for a long beat he simply gaped. Turning slowly, he looked up at his Dom with the question in his eyes.
“Did you just ask me...to be your boy?” Fingers digging into the dirt and rock, he held his breath, hoping he hadn’t been wrong. “Like, for always?”
Lifting him up, Connor gave him a crooked grin as he adjusted Jamie to straddle his thighs. “Yes. I didn’t consider it an option before, but seeing how things are with the Core? And like I said, me and Noah have chatted about a few things. For a while.” His expression turned serious. “I’m a service Top, Jamie. A Dom, yes, but what brings me pleasure? Is things like this. The things you love. Not so much the ordering around, but I’m quite capable. Do you understand?”
Jamie brushed his fingers off on his own pants, the rhinestones scraping lightly across his fingertips. “I do, sir. Understand. And I think my mind is just blown because I get it now even more about you needing to know what I enjoy. It makes it easier because it’s for me for you for me for you?” His brain went a little circular and he had to stop himself before he got dizzy trying to think of the layers. “Is it okay that sometimes I like the ordering around because it makes me know where the safe parts are?”
Visibly biting back a laugh at Jamie’s interpretation, Connor nodded at the last part. “Absolutely. It’ll probably feel a bit different than coming from your other Doms. They crave the control, for a lot of reasons. Noah wanted to try approaching things the way I do, but I could tell he wasn’t comfortable with it. Different strokes for different folks and all that. I offered an alternative.” His lips quirked. “Me.”
“I like the spectrum. It’s all good. And even better because now I won’t have to imagine what you’d look like naked anymore.” Trailing his fingertips from the base of Connor’s throat to the zipper of his leather bomber, Jamie dug his fingers lightly into the sheepskin lining. “I didn’t know everyone was worried about me. But I like your solution.”
Using one finger to tap the tip of Jamie’s nose, Connor shook his head. “It wasn’t so much like that as Noah wanting some insight. He’s asked about things before, but after your time with Rhodey? He wanted to figure things out. He was…” He held up his hand, bringing his fingers close together. “This close to taking Rhodey up on his offer to step in when you need a little extra something to get you out of your head. I’m not sure if I should be flattered or not that I was a better alternative. But I’ll be having more fun with you than Rhodey would.”
“And my ass will survive this world longer.” Hands on Connor’s shoulders, Jamie swayed his butt side to side in a little wiggle before he sobered. “Connor? I love you. I’ve loved you as a friend for a long time, and wanted more, but I got it about you needing to do your job and I didn’t want to make things harder for you.” Tipping his forehead to the other man’s he got closer to him than he ever had. “Being with you in any way at all makes me happy, and I’d be proud to be your boy.”
Connor took off his jacket, bringing it around Jamie to cover the shirt that had been under the now abandoned feather creation. Snugging it around Jamie’s shoulders, he gave him a soft smile. “I love you, too. And I have a feeling you’ll be making it a lot harder. Very often. Like right now. But I don’t mind in the least. There’s no screaming fans or cameras around, so I don’t need to be all professional. Or…” He looked around and lowered his voice. “If there are, they’re getting one hell of an exclusive.”
“Du—” Biting his lip, Jamie adjusted his approach to what he’d been about to say. “Sir, can you imagine? All of a sudden they just showed up in the middle of nowhere?” Stranger things had actually happened, so this little imaginative trip had him shuddering in not-so-mock horror. “Oh man. Now I’m so turned on, thinking of me getting all celebrity huffy and you spanking my ass after.” He groaned. “I’m really weird.”
“You really are, but I like that idea.” Connor leaned back, bracing his hands on the rock behind him. “I also like this position, don’t you? I think you could probably be making better use of it.”
Looking down between their bodies, Jamie judged the shadows that suggested Connor’s erection as not all in his imagination. He glanced up from beneath his lashes. “If I face the other way, you’ll have a better view.”
“Fuck off.” Connor grabbed Jamie’s chin, using his mouth to shut him up, laughing into the kiss. “And miss looking into those stunning eyes when you come? Not a chance. I might be a service Top, but I’m not giving that up. You’ll have to ask for something else.”
“Like more kisses?” Reaching down, Jamie took the liberty of gripping his Dom’s length, the span of his palm not nearly covering it. “Or the taste of your come on my lips?”
Giving him a lazy smile, Connor inclined his head. “Yeah, you can have that if you want it. I brought plenty of lube, but your saliva will make everything nice and slick too when you’re riding my dick.” His tone changed to feigned seriousness. “Have to keep you moving so you don’t get cold or I’ll be breaking my promise.”
“Oh no, can’t have that, sir.” Slipping off Connor’s lap, glad that the costume—which had zippered legs that had allowed them to take it off easily over his boots—had pooled to the ground where he knelt, Jamie reached for his Dom’s belt. “May I have your dick in my mouth now, sir?”
Connor held up a finger, shaking it from side to side. “Don’t get formal with me. And I think you asked for more kisses first? We need to stick to the schedule.”
“Must’ve read it backwards.” Snickering, Jamie lifted his face, lips pouted into a kissy expression and crossed his eyes like he used to when he wanted to exasperate the press.
Leaning down, Connor pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. “Like that? Not front page worthy, but your lip gloss is tasty. I’ll have to get myself some.”
“Or just let me provide it.” Softening his mouth, Jamie tipped his head to one side and darted his tongue in a soft caress over the firm peaks and valleys of Connor’s lips. “You taste good, like rum punch and cookies. Which...” He sampled again, this time with little nibbles. “Should totally be a flavor.”
“I’m keeping it all to myself. You’ll just have to come to me for more.” Connor spoke against his lips, dipping down further to deepen the kiss and give Jamie all the taste of him he could get. “I think we’ll be able to work something out.”
“That makes me happy.” Bubbles of emotion, effervescent like soda water, burst upward, along with a surge of contentment and arousal that left Jamie floaty on endorphins from the kisses. It was fun to compare all the kisses and how they made him feel. “You have a soft stubble.” He rubbed his cheek along Connor’s. “It’s nice.”
Letting him soak in the sensations, Connor moved his hands down to Jamie’s shoulders, adjusting the jacket again. “I was planning on shaving before the game, but my last client kept dragging her feet and I didn’t get a chance. I’m glad I didn’t, now, since you like it.”
Jamie used one hand to cup Connor’s cheek, pressing him closer before he buried his face in his neck to inhale deep. Warmth, strength, and the scent of wood smoke greeted him. Wherever Connor had been and whoever he’d been with, there had been a crackling fire.
“I’m glad, too.” Soft kisses pressed his lips against Connor’s throat. Then down to his clavicle where Jamie stretched Connor’s T down a bit for access. “Want you naked but not freezing. So I can kiss every bit of you without my tongue sticking to you permanently.”
Huffing out a laugh, Connor combed his fingers into Jamie’s hair and tugged lightly. “I’m not made of metal, silly boy. And you’ll get plenty of chances to kiss me wherever you want. I’m bringing you to my studio apartment after we’re done here. I don’t have to bring you back until morning and I don’t intend to. Then I’ll have that talk with Jared.”
“Dunno. This feels like metal.” Jamie teased the length of Connor’s cock with his finger, delighting in making the other man shiver. “But I don’t mind experimenting...” The idea of spending the night in Connor’s space registered and was filed away as both fun and intriguing as he lowered his Dom’s zipper without breaking his gaze. “This wouldn’t be a bad place to freeze to.”
Connor clucked his tongue and shook his head. “No freezing. And I’m surprised you didn’t react more to the information that I don’t actually live in a cave or something under the stairs. I’ve heard a few of the subs mention that. It was too funny to correct them. But, yeah, you’re gonna see my place for the first time. And I plan to fuck you on every surface. Just F.Y.I.”
Hips shifting involuntarily with the kick of arousal that the image of Connor doing just that brought, Jamie groaned. His fingers stilled, not quite managing to begin the work of undoing the man’s leathers. “I totes am intrigued, but I’ve got your dick right here.” He pointed downward, gangsta style at the bulge. “Have mercy, please? I need this. You. Before my mind loses itself to imagining what you taste like. Reed said Fruit Loops. I said Lucky Charms.”
Another laugh escaped Connor as he tipped his head back. “First I’m a troll under the stairs and now I’ve got a cereal flavored dick. Not sure I want to know what else the lot of you thought about me. But you can keep imagining if you want. Or have a conversation with my dick ‘right there’. Or do something else with it. I’m partial to the latter.”
“No matter what, they’re all going to have to keep wondering, because I’m not giving up your secrets.” Jamie multitasked, talking as he slid Connor’s belt from its buckle, then made quick and careful work of revealing the prize beneath.
Warmth and musk released as his Dom’s heavy length sprang from the leathers’ zippered confines. Its plum darkened head capped a thick length that was going to feel so fucking good as Connor pressed into him for the first time. Meaty veins and a thatch of dark brown hair were an invitation Jamie’s throat worked saliva down imagining both taste and texture.
One hand firmly around Connor’s base, Jamie lifted his gaze, not looking away for a second. He adjusted the angle so he could go deep in a single glide, not wasting this first taste with something short or shallow. Instead, taking his Dom all the way to the back of his throat and swallowing.
“Fuck, you look pretty like that.” Connor groaned, petting Jamie’s hair as he watched him. “Do you know how many times I pictured you this way? Shutting you up with my dick in your mouth when you give those stupid interviews and you sound like…not yourself. It’s kept me from dragging you away from there a few times. I don’t think I’ll resist the impulse if it happens again, since I can actually do just that.”
Pulse thundering in response, Jamie slurped, releasing Connor from his mouth and gasped. “Please, oh God, please, I want that. I want to feel you fuck the real back into me.” He dipped again, stretching his cheeks with the head of Connor’s dick and making messy, wet sounds that the night captured and released to the sky. “Shut me up, Connor. Please. Just show me now.”
Connor gripped the back of Jamie’s head, thrusting forward, hitting the back of his throat in one smooth glide, before drawing back to do it again. His breaths came out in sharp bursts. “Fuck, yes. I fully intend on it. I think I’ll enjoy sending you to your other Doms, your mouth all puffy, a very real smile on your lips they won’t ever have to question. It’ll be my fucking pleasure. And you’ll love every second of it.”
Making a needy sound, Jamie swallowed convulsively around Connor’s shaft, loving the hard, choking constriction of his muscles as they met each thrust. When he needed air, his vision starting to spot, his Dom knew just when to pull him back, to force him to inhale in great gasps that burned his lungs.
Voice ragged, he stared up at Connor’s flushed features when he spoke. “You’ll spank me when I’m not being real? Just do it? No lectures, and I’ll just know why and it’ll be okay?”
“I’ll spank you whenever I feel like it, but yes. That, too.” Connor slid his dick back and forth over Jamie’s lips. “I won’t need to lecture you. Or discuss it. I can see when you get there and bring you back. I like to keep things simple.” His heated gaze held Jamie’s. “Do you want me to come on those pretty lips or do you want to get up here and ride my cock, now? I’ve been wanting to feel that tight little body against me for a long time. But I’ll give you whichever you need.”
At the thought of Connor’s hard length splitting him open, Jamie’s hole pulsed at the same time his balls gave a hard kick of their own. “I...do we have to use a condom? I want to feel you come inside me. I want to feel it all the way back to your bat cave.”
A smirk slanted Connor’s lips. “No, we don’t need to use one. Lucky for you, I’m very thorough when I plan ahead. Your other Doms having full access to my medical records came in handy. I appreciate Noah not blinking when I brought it up. When he said he wasn’t limiting what I could do to you, he meant it.”
Using Connor’s thighs for leverage, Jamie pushed to his feet. A gust of wind rushed up the back of the coat that reached to his knees, making him shiver hard once, but he wasn’t entirely sure it wasn’t from pleasure. “The idea...him giving me to you to use. That’s hot.”
“Mhm.” Connor crooked his fingers for Jamie to get closer. “There’s a package of lube in my pocket. Get it and show me where you want it. But hurry, I think you need some of my body heat to keep that pampered ass warm. I make a very good heater.”
In Jamie’s experience, being a good source of heat was a requirement for being a Dom. Something at which his two...now three...excelled. Digging out the lube packet, Jamie handed it to Connor, then put one booted heel on the boulder next to his hip to widen his stance. The cold air brushed his dick, tightening his balls further, and sending a moonlit drop of precome down his shaft.
“Here, sir.” He bit back a merry smirk. “Please lube my pampered hole.”
Pouring some lube into his palm, Connor slicked up a finger, then reached between Jamie’s thighs. His wrist grazed Jamie’s balls as he circled his hole with just the tip of his finger. “Here? Like this?” He pressed in slowly, like he was considering his options. “I think you might need more for this tight little hole to take all of me. What do you think?”
There were times when Jared and Noah took him dry, waking him in the middle of the night to use him with languid, stretching strokes. While he wanted that with Connor, too, this time he wanted to feel every ridge and inch in pounding movements. So, he nodded.
“Yeah. I want that, please, sir. Your fingers are so thick.” He fucked the air, slipping off Connor’s finger. “Thick and warm. And I want them and more.”
After gathering more lube on two fingers, Connor spread the rest over his dick, stroking himself as he pressed his fingers deep into Jamie, matching the rhythm of his jerking off with those two digits going in and out of his tight hole. “There, now you can have either, whenever you’re ready for it. I like how snug you are. And hot. Fuck, I knew you’d be hot.”
Right then, Connor could’ve told him he knew he would have two green martian heads growing out of his balls and he would’ve agreed. Nodding, he used one hand on Connor’s shoulder to steady himself as his Dom grazed his prostate and his knees nearly buckled.
“Oh...shit, sir.” His fingers spasmed on Connor’s shoulder, digging in. “I need you to fuck me, please. I want to feel your hands on my ass, lifting me up and helping me take your dick. Please...” His voice keened on the last bit. “Need you.”
“Don’t say ‘please’.” Connor withdrew his fingers and latched onto Jamie’s hips, lifting him up to straddle him again. Only this time, with nothing to seperate them. “Take what you want. It’s all right here for you.”
Strong thigh muscles, fit calves, a stable core, might be necessary for dancing, but they were perfect for fucking. So many times, he’d found himself in one impossible position or another, and surprised himself with his own agility. Nothing like Avery’s, but nothing to sneeze at either. Using his well trained physique now, he hung onto Connor’s shoulders and kept his gaze locked with those velvet brown eyes that had moonlight and starlight glinting in their depths as he lowered himself ever so slowly.
The tip of Connor’s dick was a searing heat against his chilled flesh, his Dom’s hands like brands cupping his ass and holding him open with a gentle pull. Toes curling in his boots, Jamie bit his lip and bore down as he took the flared head past the tight ring of muscle that Connor had prepped so well. He groaned, then began to tremble as the length of him seemed to go on forever before their bodies fully connected.
“Was I right?” Connor brought one hand up to the back of Jamie’s head, drawing him in for a kiss. “Are you warmer now?”
Breathing out a happy sigh that ended in a laugh, Jamie nodded. Every bit of him probably melted snow and ice for a five-hundred yard radius. “NASA can see how warm I am from space.” He stole another kiss, licking his tongue against Connor’s and nibbling his lips because he’d never get enough of the taste of him now that he was allowed to claim it. “We’ll register as a meteor on their radar.”
“Keep a mental note of that, it would make a good song lyric.” Connor kissed him again, then slid his lips along Jamie’s jaw, to his throat. “Noah said if I marked you before talking to Jared, I’d have to face the consequences. I think I’m okay with that.” He grazed his teeth lightly, then chuckled. “It’s going to be a very interesting dynamic. I’m glad the place has two more doctors. I might need one.”
It was still hard to picture Jared caring about something like that where he was concerned, but not as hard as it had once been. And it wasn’t like he didn’t think Connor could take Jared, but definitely not Noah. Nobody tangled with Jared much, and especially not when his two Doms were together.
“At least Seth would be sympathetic.” Jamie tipped his head, giving Connor better access, and squeezed his hole around his Dom’s shaft. “Do you enjoy breath play by any chance?”
Humming his agreement as he sucked on the side of Jamie’s neck, Connor bit him at the last question. Not hard enough to break the skin, but there might actually be a lasting mark, even if only a faint one. “Do we need to clarify what I’m into again? Or do you want to try to answer that one yourself?”
Panting a little through the drugged haze of pleasure-pain, Jamie shook his head, then nodded, then shook it again. “Service Top. Which...means I can...ask you...” He pushed upward on shaky quads then lowered himself down again onto Connor’s dick, keeping his ass tight just to feel the burn. “Hoods and boxes and hands...”
“I’d get cliche and say ‘Oh my’, but we’ve already hit the jackpot with you fucking your bodyguard.” Connor grinned at him as he lifted his head. “I’ve never tried the hoods or boxes, but I’ll pay Blain a visit and get some tips. Hands I happen to have…handy.”
Jamie laughed, reminded of Curtis’ love of puns and dad jokes. “I never knew you were such a dork, but I love it.” He rolled his hips, nailing his prostate in a way that had his eyes rolling back in his head. “Jesus, fuck, yes.”
“You’re lucky I don’t mind spoiled subs who call their Dom’s names. ‘Dork’? Ha!” Connor brough his hands to Jamie’s ass again, holding him still and fucking up into him. “I’m glad you love it. And this. Fuck, I’m glad you love this, you’re fucking made for it. If I’d only gotten you for one night, I think I would’ve lost my fucking mind wanting more.”
Happy tears prickling at his sinuses, Jamie held on tight to Connor’s shoulders and buried his face in his Dom’s neck. There was no way Danny’s tarot cards could’ve predicted this outcome, no matter how many readings they’d done over the past few days to try to determine who’d end up with whom and in what positions and places.
The way Connor gripped him, strokes hard and shallow, had the grip of Jamie’s orgasm firmly fisted at the base of his spine. With each successive motion, the sensation wound tighter, then impossibly tighter still, until he knew he was going to go spinning off like a top released from its string.
“Connor...” Jamie lifted his head on a gasp. “I need... Tell me to...”
“Not yet…” Connor let him go, bringing one hand to the base of his throat. “Keep moving. You want more. Let me give it all to you. Tell me how you want it.”
In all his years walking down Rodeo Drive and being able to point at something and know it would be wrapped, boxed, and shipped to exactly where he needed it to go, Jamie had never felt the world quite like this at his fingertips. It felt decadent, almost indecently greedy to have that kind of power now.
It makes him happy to make me happy to make him happy to make...
“Want to feel you come, when I come.” He moved against Connor, careful not to set himself off, each motion a potential landmine as he trod across the landscape of his arousal. “No air. No light. Just you, inside me. Inescapable. Us together.”
Grip tightening even more, Connor nodded, bringing his lips in close to Jamie’s. Not kissing him this time, but just breathing against them while he cut off Jamie’s air. “Close your eyes. And come with me.”
Heat, so much of it he swore he was in the Sahara, drove over him in shimmering waves. Even with his eyes squeezed tightly shut, he swore he could still see the moonlight in Connor’s eyes, as it fragmented and sparkled. The force of their bodies crashing together was its own collision of universes that sent Jamie spinning off into some other dimension.
Certainly not earth, because as he came—soundlessly, no oxygen in the deep reaches of space—he felt his feet leave the ground and his body float off on a directionless odyssey.
“Oh yeah, I like that look on your face.” Connor cupped his cheek, kissing him softly. He smiled a bit crookedly, his eyes hooded as he braced one arm behind him, like the pleasure had drained him and he needed the support. “All I have to do is fuck you and choke you to get it there? I think I know what I’ll be doing with my spare time.”
Letting out a shaky laugh, Jamie shifted so his legs wrapped around Connor’s waist. Sweat trickled down his brow into his eyes and his own come had made a mess of them both. “Hair and makeup can go fuck themselves. That was fucking unreal.”
“And that was just the first round.” Connor winked at him, bringing his arm around Jamie and hugging him to his chest. “I need to get you back to my place so we can get all these nasty clothes off. And I can fuck you against my front door. I’m a practical man. No need to waste all that lube. It’s the good kind. Perfect for my little diva.”
Still a little breathless, Jamie laughed into Connor’s shirtfront. “Three nicknames. Three Doms. I’m more spoiled than Pike.”
“Naturally. But not as much as you will be. I’m just getting started.” Connor shifted, making a face before carefully easing Jamie off of him and lowering him to the big nest of feathers. “My first task? Bringing my diva somewhere more comfortable so I can service that ass I made a mess of. Somewhere down the list will be an apology letter to Jacks for ruining his hard work. And a request not to cover my sub with feathers again.”
“There’s a lyric in there somewhere.” Humming contentedly, Jamie didn’t notice a lick of the cold, every part of him either glowing or pleasantly aching. “I'll be your shipwreck, your high flyer. Covered in feathers...and your desire."
Connor chuckled as he did up his leathers, straightening himself up as much as possible. Then he bent down, lifting Jamie, feathers and all, and carrying him to the passenger side of the car. “That’s a good one. I’ll remember it for you so you can write the rest of it. Tomorrow. For tonight, nothing that resembles work. As much of a kick as I get out of the whole sexy bodyguard gig, I think you and me are more than that.” He settled Jamie in the seat and pulled the seatbelt over him. “Or I wouldn’t even have considered any of this.”
Catching Connor’s hand before he could ease back out of the car, Jamie kissed his fingers. “I’m glad you did.” Both in his mind and out of his body, he smiled a little drunkenly up at the man. “I saw actual stars.”
“Good. I wanted to make sure they were real for you.” Connor leaned in again, kissing his forehead before grabbing something from the space between the seats. He unwrapped a chocolate bar and held it to Jamie’s lips. “Almost forgot this. Wren said it’s your favorite. I’m glad you don’t have to sneak shit like this anymore.”
Taking a little bite, Jamie paused, meeting Connor’s gaze as he took an even larger one with relish. Chewing, he let the decadent taste of the dark bitter chocolate burst over his tongue, the flavor reminiscent of cranberries and dark red cherries.
Speaking around the mouthful, he licked the corners of his lips. “Definitely as real as it gets.”
He let Connor go, watching as he walked around the front of the amazing car that had taken him this amazing ride with a man he counted among his oldest and dearest friends. One of the first members of his chosen family, who had seen so much, and quietly stood by as he absorbed it all. Really seeing him in a way that perhaps no one else had, because of the position he’d been in. Even Danny and Trevor.
Which was something to ponder another time, because right now, everything he needed was in this moment. Driving with him, through a winter landscape.
Lit by the stars.
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Check back tomorrow for PART 61!
They are so hot together! Nice that Conner gets to play a bigger role. Curious what Jared will think.
ReplyDeleteI was worried we wouldn’t get their time together. I never expected for him to claim Jamie 😭 This chapter I think sweet, relationship wise is my absolute favorite so far in ALL of the books. Jamie finally gets someone other than Noah to catch him.
ReplyDeleteSo hot and yet heartwarming at the same time 😁
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