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  For a moment, Andy had no idea what CK was talking about. Then he remembered why Toby was behind the bar.

  “Oh! Yes, he’s incredibly clumsy. Very sweet, but clumsy.”

  “And you’re sure it’s only that?” CK’s tone was even, but his eyes never left Andy’s. It was obvious that he wasn’t going to drop the subject before he had some answers.

  “Yes; he isn’t being abused. We know his current boyfriend, and apart from that, Ben was just as bad when he was with Toby. He acts before he thinks -- and it probably doesn’t help that he refuses to actually wear the glasses he needs.” Andy had to concentrate to keep his thoughts together while CK was watching him like that. The man’s concern, even if it was for somebody else, was very appealing.

  “Okay.” CK nodded. “It’s just that it’s sometimes hard to draw a line between BDSM and abuse.”

  Andy went cold. He felt his shoulders stiffen and he kept his eyes trained on his hands. “No, it’s not.” He couldn’t recognize his own voice.

  “I didn’t mean it like that.” CK wrapped his hands around Andy’s.

  Andy still refused to meet CK’s eyes.

  “Andy, look at me.”

  He managed to do as CK told him.

  “I meant that BDSM is often used as an excuse by the abuser. And sometimes people think a sub has been abused when he’s got marks from a scene; it can be hard to tell the difference.”

  It wasn’t; marks from a whipping were nice and defined while marks from a beating... weren’t. But Andy refrained from explaining that and just nodded. CK meant well.

  “Are you okay?” CK’s big hands were still wrapped around Andy’s, and suddenly, for the first time in ages, Andy really wanted a hug. But he couldn’t ask for that, so he only nodded again.

  “Let’s just sit for a while, okay?” CK moved his chair closer and put his arm around Andy’s shoulders. It was heavy and warm, and for such a small gesture, it felt really good. Andy slowly started to relax again.

  “That’s it. Good job.” CK’s voice was low.

  This time Andy decided to ask.

  “Why are you praising me? I’m not doing anything.”

  “Yes, you are.” CK kept his arm where it was. “Can I ask you something?”

  Apparently that was all the explanation Andy was going to get.

  “Sure.”

  “Are you new to the leather scene? It’s okay if you are.”

  Andy burst out laughing, but quickly stopped when he heard how bitter he sounded.

  “No, I’m not exactly new. I’ve... been around. Why?”

  “Oh, nothing. It was just...” CK didn’t finish the sentence.

  The lack of a proper explanation just served to make Andy even more mystified than he already was. He had no desire whatsoever to spend the evening playing mind games, though, so he decided to move things forward a bit. He had come here to get fucked out of his mind, and if CK didn’t want to do that, he was going to find someone who would. He turned to look at CK.

  “So, I was looking for someone to kiss and fuck me tonight. The first part went pretty well -- are you up for the second part, too?”

  CK’s eyes narrowed for a moment and he seemed close to protesting. He hesitated; then nodded.

  “I think I can help you with that.”

  It felt strange to be this businesslike about it. But Andy knew what he needed, and he was determined to get it.

  “I live in Watertown -- my place?” No need to go to strange houses if you could avoid it. Even though CK was a member and would have been cleared by Toby.

  “Okay -- mine is still full of boxes, anyway.” CK smiled and stood up, reaching out for Andy. “Ready to finish up that plan of yours?”

  ***

  This guy confused him. CK had had his share of subs, and he prided himself on knowing what they needed. And giving it to them, of course.

  Andy, on the other hand, gave out such mixed signals that CK had no idea where to start. One minute, Andy exuded enough swagger to pass for a Dom; the other, the sub came across as a pure novice. CK would have been wary to do a scene with Andy with the little knowledge he had, but a simple fuck was uncomplicated enough that he had no qualms about it. And their kiss had been... mind-blowing. He felt his dick harden as he thought about it, even though they hadn’t even arrived at Andy’s house yet.

  “Turn right here.”

  Apparently, the hunk of a man sitting next to him in the car wasn’t much for small talk; this was the first Andy had said since they left the club. It was good that silence didn’t bother CK.

  “This is it.”

  CK pulled over at the small white house in the quiet street. Somehow the quaintness of it surprised him; he had pictured Andy living in something sleeker. Maybe the handyman look wasn’t just for show.

  CK allowed Andy to lead the way around the house and unlock the door, then he decided to interfere. A sub being assertive was good, but there was a fine line between being pushy and not submitting at all. And this sub was just about to cross it.

  Andy looked surprised and even a little reluctant to let CK open the door and enter the house first. CK allowed himself just enough time to wonder if Andy really was as experienced as he claimed to be. Then the Dom in CK took over, and CK took a firm grip on Andy’s arms and dragged him into the house.

  Andy had opened his mouth to protest by the time CK got the lights on and turned back to him. He closed it again when he saw the expression on CK’s face.

  In an imitation of their kiss at the club, CK stepped closer, inching Andy back against the door. The sub’s face was an intriguing mix of recognition, nerves, and excitement. For a moment, there was something else, too. Fear? CK decided to remember that.

  For now, he reached down and grabbed Andy’s wrists, slowly lifting them and pinning Andy to the door. He liked to do this unhurriedly; it gave the sub time to get into the scene. Of course, it also accentuated just how much CK was in charge, and he felt his cock growing fully hard. If Andy’s half-strangled gasp was anything to go by, the effect wasn’t lost on his sub, either.

  Just like in the club, Andy kept himself still. The muscles in his neck were straining with the effort not to move, and CK couldn’t help wondering where he had learned that. In CK’s opinion, obedience was exciting; refusing to allow yourself a kiss wasn’t. Still, it gave CK something to work with.

  He bent his head so their lips almost touched, and he could feel Andy’s fast breathing on his face. At least he was having the effect he wanted on Andy.

  “Remind me again: what were your plans for tonight?” Oh, he knew he was being cruel, but Andy obviously needed to be reminded of who was in charge.

  “I... I wanted to get fucked.” Andy’s eyes were dark and his breathing got even faster, his eyes glued to CK’s lips.

  “Yes? Was that all?” CK held still, his lips so tantalizingly close to Andy’s. The feeling of power, of expectation not yet fulfilled, was heady.

  “I... And kissed. I want you to kiss me.” Andy’s eyes flickered to meet CK’s, almost appearing to be scared by his confession.

  The admission in itself deserved a reward, but the reluctance with which it was given made compassion flare in CK. CK bent down and took Andy’s lips, probing his mouth. Andy obediently let CK kiss him, but it wasn’t until CK pushed close enough to feel Andy’s hard cock straining to get free that the sub finally gave in. CK could feel the second he melted, relaxing his arms and leaning his body into CK’s. CK let go of his hands, at last feeling Andy’s arms glide around CK’s neck, holding on tightly. CK ground harder and kissed him until he whimpered deep in his throat with each breath.

  Out of breath, CK pulled back. “Bedroom?”

  Andy, looking dazed and confused, just blinked. CK decided to take the matter in his own hands. Wrapping one arm around Andy, he tried one of the do
ors leading off the living room. Only when CK had it half open, Andy seemed to wake up from his daze.

  “No, next door.”

  CK took a firm grip around Andy and steered his sub-for-the-night toward the indicated room. He didn’t notice anything about the room except that it had a bed. He could be really focused when he had to be.

  CK turned to Andy, quickly and efficiently undressing him. Andy seemed to be slightly out of his depth, and once again, CK couldn’t help wonder if this was the first time he was doing something like this. CK gently pushed him down on the bed, hurriedly undressing while Andy stared.

  CK did hear the half-whispered “Wow” from Andy when the sub saw CK naked for the first time, but he was far too busy getting into the bed to take any notice.

  “Do you have stuff?” He caressed Andy’s face. CK was all about taking everything at the sub’s pace, but his cock was so hard it ached.

  Luckily, Andy managed to answer his question. “In the drawer.”

  CK reached over and found the lube and condoms.

  “There’s... Do you want to tie me up?”

  CK put the supplies on the bed next to him and lay down on top of Andy. “No. I like to hold you down. I like to be in charge.”

  Andy made a little sound deep in his throat. CK smiled inwardly. Someone really was into this, experienced or not. CK took hold of Andy’s hands and placed them over his head, trusting him to stay put.

  Then he sat up, letting himself admire the muscular body underneath him for the first time.

  Andy was big, but it was the body of someone who worked hard, not that of a gym rat. Right now, his chest was moving from his rapid breathing, and a slight blush was spreading down his throat.

  “You’re beautiful.”

  Andy looked stunned, but CK just let his hands slide over the broad shoulders, massaging the muscular arms. He bent and kissed the sub’s chest. “Beautiful,” he repeated, his word almost drowned out by Andy’s intake of breath when he lightly bit one nipple.

  CK kept licking and nibbling all the way down Andy’s chest and stomach, Andy’s heavy breathing and little gasps a testimony to how much he enjoyed what was being done to him. When CK took a firm grip around his cock and bent down to take him in, he protested, though.

  “No! You can’t...” Andy’s words ended in a little whimper when CK took his sub’s cock into his mouth and let it slide all the way down his throat. Nobody told CK what he could and couldn’t do. Just because he was a Dom, it didn’t mean that he couldn’t do this. He liked sucking cock, period.

  Andy seemed to enjoy it, too. He had lifted his head and was staring in amazement at CK, but when CK took a firm grip around his balls, Andy gasped and lay back down, grinding his hips and pushing deeper into CK’s mouth.

  CK fumbled around for the lube and managed to find it. With wet fingers, he slid his hand down between Andy’s legs and found the little hole.

  Andy whimpered and spread his legs, giving his body completely over to CK. It was a rush to see the man finally surrendering, and CK moaned out loud, sliding a finger into Andy’s body with no resistance at all. However little experience Andy might have with kink, he was no stranger to this. CK added another finger, and Andy tensed his body into an arch when CK found his prostate. He was so gone in his pleasure that he cried out in protest when CK pulled out.

  “No! Don’t stop now, please, don’t stop...”

  CK leaned in and kissed him while fumbling open the condom and putting it on.

  “I won’t stop, don’t worry, honey.” He wiped his fingers on the sheet and gently let his other hand slide down Andy’s face.

  “Are you ready for me?” He positioned himself just outside Andy’s entrance.

  “Yes! Please, just fuck me, plea... Oh!”

  Andy arched when CK slid his cock deep inside Andy’s body in one long stroke. CK groaned out loud, Andy so soft and warm and open around him. He pulled back and pushed in deep again. There was no resistance at all, just Andy’s body welcoming him and Andy’s little gasps telling CK how good it was.

  He bent forward and put his weight on his elbows, using his hands to frame Andy’s face.

  “You feel so good.” He kissed Andy, caressing his sub’s hair and pushing in deep again. He could feel Andy’s gasp through their kiss. “You’re so warm and open. Fucking amazing.” He lost the ability to speak as he pushed in hard, groaning as Andy’s body twitched around him. The man almost whimpered as CK ground into that sensitive spot. He found the spot again, and again, setting up a rhythm of hard, deep thrusts that kept going and going. He had never been able to lose himself like this in someone, had always had to be careful not to hurt. With Andy, CK could let go of his careful control. And he relished it.

  He wanted it to last forever, but it seemed like no time at all before he felt the familiar pressure building up. He clung to Andy’s lips, moving one hand down to wrap around the man’s hard, leaking cock. It didn’t take long before Andy sprayed all over them both, and CK couldn’t hold back anymore when he felt the contractions around his cock. He yelled and pushed himself deep, his hips shuddering as he forced himself as far inside Andy as he could, pumping his seed into the condom. He never stopped kissing Andy, letting his groan be absorbed by his sub’s mouth. Finally, he was spent, and he gave Andy one last kiss before he rested his head on that broad shoulder, trying to catch his breath.

  Lying like this felt so fucking good, but he knew he had to move. He pulled out, eliciting a final little gasp from Andy, and rolled to his side to get rid of the condom. That was about as far as he was able to move right now, and he lay back, eyes closed. He felt a little kiss on his face as Andy got out of bed. CK was grateful when Andy came back a moment later, gently cleaning them both up.

  He only opened his eyes when Andy didn’t get back into bed. The man stood next to the bed, looking unsure of himself.

  “Uhm, are you... spending the night?”

  “Yes.” There was no way CK was going anywhere now. “Get back into bed.”

  Andy blinked, but did what CK said, lying down on the far side of the bed. CK reached out and shuffled in close, putting an arm around his sub until they were as close as they could be, sharing the warmth of the bed. Satisfied, he closed his eyes and went to sleep.

  ***

  The bed was nice and warm when CK woke up the next morning. Unfortunately, it was also empty. He opened his eyes and cast a glance at the room. It was light, with simple furniture in light wood, and very tidy, but it didn’t tell him much about the person living there. He could smell coffee and got up.

  The rest of the house gave off the same vibe as the bedroom -- very neat and nicely looked after, but without much of a personal touch. The only exception was the big bookshelf in the living room. He was on his way to see what his host was reading when he heard a sound behind him. He turned around and saw Andy standing in the doorway, holding two cups and looking a bit insecure.

  CK had a hard time not smiling at Andy’s less than successful effort to keep his eyes off CK’s naked body. The delicious smell won out, though.

  “Coffee. Just what I need.” He crossed the floor and leaned in, kissing Andy soundly. “And good morning.”

  He let Andy blink and stare in peace while he drank his coffee. Apparently, his pushy bottom wasn’t so assertive the morning after. He put it on the now long and very confusing list of contradictions about Andy.

  “I have to go now; I still have a lot of unpacking to do.” CK pretended not to see the peculiar mix of disappointment and relief on Andy’s face. “I had a really good time last night.” He put down his cup and gave Andy another kiss. “Would you like to meet up again at the club?”

  Andy nodded, quickly and fervently enough for it to be very good for CK’s self-esteem.

  “I’m out of town most of this week, but how about next Friday? At nine?”


  Andy nodded again.

  “You can talk, right? I didn’t fuck you speechless?” He teasingly let a hand run over Andy’s neck, noticing the shiver. Definitely sensitive.

  “No! I mean, yes, I’ll be there. And no, I can talk. I mean...” The confusion was endearing enough to earn Andy another kiss. Then CK took mercy on him and went to get dressed, smiling to himself. It had been a really good first visit to the club.

  2

  Whenever Andy had been this excited as a kid, he would run yelling and screaming through the house, trying to burn off his nerves and excitement. At twenty-four, he stuck to checking his outfit for the third time that evening. Well, fourth, if you counted the night before. It still looked good on him. Nobody was probably going to notice the difference from last week’s jeans and white t-shirt, but these jeans were just a bit tighter and the t-shirt just a bit more fitted.

  He was going to meet CK again, and this time, he wanted a scene.

  The thought made the butterflies go berserk in his stomach. Even though he wanted to forget himself and fly like he only ever did after a hard scene, he didn’t want what he had gotten two weeks ago. Andy knew he needed a lot to take him to that place where the only things that mattered were the endorphins and the ache of his sore skin, but he didn’t want to fall apart. CK didn’t seem like the brutal type, but neither had the Dom who had beaten him until he broke down.

  In fact, CK was very different from anybody Andy had ever met. During their night together, Andy had had an awkward feeling of being a total beginner. CK kept doing odd things and praising him at weird moments. Like when CK had comforted him after their first kiss. Sure, he liked being taken care of after a harsh beating, but after a single kiss?

  Still, it had been nice. Strange, but nice.

  Tonight was another matter. He hoped that CK was up for it; the Dom hadn’t exactly been demanding last Friday. For some reason, Andy had slept like the dead afterward. And, to be fair, it had been his own request to have a soft night. But what if CK was one of those guys who thought you were part of the leather scene when you owned a pair of leather pants and tied up your boyfriend before you fucked him?