Not His Kiss to Take (34 page)

They didn’t even argue about Jamie’s request over their breakfast of organic horse food disguised as oatmeal. As much as Evan’s expression said he wanted to continue with his blah, blah, you’re-not-ready-yet routine this morning, he couldn’t. Jamie had boxed him into a corner.
Kind of.

And it was that
kind of
that led to where he was now, bound by the wrists with medical tubing and hanging from those specially installed hooks. Only his bare toes touched the tiles; he couldn’t quite lower his feet completely. Felt strangely…
exciting.
Scary, but kinda thrilling in a what’s-he-gonna-do-to-me-next way. Evan had tied his hands and wrists in a funky knotted harness so that his weight would be distributed evenly over both hands and not just pull an individual wrist. Stupid doctor degrees. Guy knew far too much about anatomy for Jamie’s own good.

Once again, the fucker had cheated in that sneaky, underhanded way of his and argued that the whole partnership deal meant that if Jamie had a say, then Evan had an equal one. And he took a rather malicious glee in specifying what his half of the proposed deal would be. If Jamie wanted to go all the way, wanted to try anal intercourse, then he had to have an enema first.

What the crappity crap? Like he wasn’t already fucking receptive. But it would probably better to be clean inside there, wouldn’t it? Sucker had teased him about the sensitivity part too—ha-ha, though, that had felt pretty fucking awesome last time, so take that, Dr. Smug-as-Shit.

Now if only the water-up-the-butt part wasn’t gonna be so damned humiliating…

Smirking
—
and didn’t Jamie just want to smack that grin right off his face
—
Evan said he could back out of the back-door proviso anytime he wanted. With a penalty, naturally, as in a big fat
no
to Jamie’s whole dick-up-ass plan.

Fuck-
er
.

The evilest part of the whole thing was Evan wanted to bend him over and do him, and badly. Dr. Love-Me-Love-My-Butt-Nozzle was practically fucking drooling. Or maybe that wetness was just Evan licking down his spine.

“
Tasty,” Evan whispered.

“
Pervy bastard,” Jamie groaned. The tubing had a little stretch to it—he could almost touch his feet to the ground—just another inch or so and he’d regain some lost leverage.

Laughing his I-know-everything laugh, Evan reached up, adjusted the tubing, and Jamie said bye-bye to what little slack he had.
Fucker!

“
God, I love you like this,” Evan cooed. Of course he did, the sick-o. “Love you all tied up and stretched out, muscles taut and straining for me. Cock hard and slit beading precum for my tongue alone. So beautiful. Love the fact you’re all mine to do with as I please.
Anything
I please.”

“
Prick.”

“
Thank you.” Running his hands up and down both flanks at the same time, Evan went back to licking him. He bit too. Both shoulder blades. Ooh. Shivers. Jamie’s dick really liked those bites too. The repeated bonking against cold tiles didn’t deter his little head’s enthusiasm in the least. “I should’ve spanked you harder last night. There isn’t even a smidge of red left.” Evan sighed. Sounded sincerely disappointed. “Shame.”

Too bad, so sad, asshole.
Making up for the loss, Evan reddened his ass all over again with mean nipping pinches. “Ouch!”

“
That’s much better.”

The hands slid back up his flanks again and slipped around to the front, straight to his nipples. Evan toyed with them, rolling and pinching and flicking. Fuck and goddamn. It was so good. Jamie had to try really hard to suppress the groan that wanted out that time. Only thing that could possibly be better would be if Evan sucked them into his mouth and gave them a good tongue-flicking, but guess there was no room for that. Evan pinched the nubs harder. Despite the fact that the tugs and pinches hurt a little now, Jamie arched his back, forced his chest toward those wicked fingers, and promptly lost his already precarious footing.

“
Going somewhere?” Evan asked conversationally.

“
No, I think I’ll hang around for a bit,” he muttered, finding his footing—toeing. Whatever. “See if I might get laid.”

“
There’s always hope. You’re quite an attractive young man.” Evan released one nipple but kept tormenting the other. His hand dipped lower and brushed down the length of Jamie’s shaft. No suppressing his reaction this time. Jamie moaned wantonly and desperately. Thrust his hips forward.

“
Yeah, that’s right, baby. Moan for me. C’mon. I wanna hear you.”

“
Jack me,” he begged.

“
Definitely not, lovely boy.”

What? He
had
to—he was so frickin’ hard. “C’mon, do it.”

“
Maybe later. Don’t want you coming just yet.”

Evil bastard! Evan switched to pinching Jamie’s neglected other nipple.
Yes
. Evan cupped his balls while he teased the throbbing nipple, relentlessly rolling it between his fingers. Back arched again, Jamie dangled helplessly by his wrists and tried, vainly, to anchor himself to the ground. Pointless.

Evan grabbed him by the dick, a convenient handle, and steadied his swaying. Once his toes settled again, Evan let go, flipped his hand around, and slapped upward, striking his dick. Not hard enough to really hurt, just enough to make his rigid, aching penis bounce up and down.

“
Fuck,” Jamie hissed. “It’s not a toy!”

“
Sure it is. It’s
my
toy.”

Bounce, slap, bounce. Fuck. His cock felt so heavy. The smacking felt deliciously…heavy. At last, Evan quit it. Tired of playing with
his
toy. Or not. He curved his hand around the thickness and stroked a few wonderful, long, and delicious pulls. “So slick and wet.”

Yeah. It probably was. Locked in a perpetual state of aching arousal, it was no wonder it leaked. “Please, Evan,” he whimpered. “I’m so horny—I need—”

“
No, beautiful. I have other plans.”

Oh yeah.
Those
plans. Evan’s hands suddenly vacated their previous occupations and arrived simultaneously on Jamie’s ass. They pinched every inch all over again. Why the hell did that feel good? Even when it hurt? Fuck. Weird. Evan kept up with the pinches until he had a good burn going.

“
Beautiful,” he muttered. “Want me to spank your ass?”

Jamie snorted. Who was Evan kidding? “No.”

“
Too bad.” Evan fondled his handiwork thoroughly. “Let me know if you change your mind.” A few fingers began a slow creep into his crack. Jamie moaned. Digging a thumb into each side, Evan pulled his cheeks apart. Oh God. Was he looking? Fucking dirty pervert. “Such a pretty, tight hole. You sure you want my big cock pushing in there?”

Actually, he did. More than ever. Right now’d be good. “Yeah.”

“
Well, then, let’s get started. You know how much I hate saying no to you.”

“
Sure you do,” he said sarcastically. Evan still didn’t get it. For a genius, he could be such a moron sometimes.

Evan released him abruptly, and the motion set him to swaying again. Ouch. The tubing tightened and rubbed painfully, caught on a hair or two and ripped them out, but Evan had tied him so they couldn’t tighten in manner that would cut off his circulation. Practice did make perfect—
fuck off and die for teaching him that, you kinky ex, whatever your name is.

Fingers in his crack again. Sticky fingers. Petroleum jelly—gross and fucking slidy at the same time. No gloves tonight. Hmm. They made things feel so much…pervier, but, well, Evan had had his fingers up there so many times since they started making out, gloves probably didn’t make sense anymore. Next time?
Why are you even thinking about a next time, Jamie-boy? Are you insane? God, you can’t possibly like this…

A jelly-slick finger slid into his hole. Jamie winced slightly. Then it felt good. Instead of the quick in-and-out lube job like he’d gotten during his first enema prep, Evan stayed. And played. Watched his finger do wonderfully dirty things—Jamie could tell by the breathless silence. How was it possible to like someone so much, yet hate their guts at the same time? “Enjoying that?”

“
Hell, yeah,” he said. Then Evan bit him on the shoulder.

Crap! Ouch.
Fucker.
When the sizzling bolt of pleasure-pain stopped, Jamie sucked in a breath and sighed it back out. Probably had tooth marks there now. Hopefully had tooth marks there now. And goddamn, what was Evan doing to his ass? Felt incredible, like he was stroking his prostate with a feather. Hanging there, and instantly forgetting the burn and pull on his hands, Jamie moaned and writhed with each sensuous touch.

“
Good boy,” Evan praised.

Jamie could practically
hear
the smug smile on his face. A second finger nudged his hole.
God, yes.
Evan slid the first one out, lined them both up, and worked the pair in together. Fucking ouch. The stretch burned for a second. “Goddamn it, you have big fingers.” He gasped.

“
I do,” he agreed. “But they’re not nearly as big as my cock. Or as long.”

The burn flared hot for a second and then dulled as the tight ring of muscle relaxed. A few strokes later and the stretch began to feel really good. Jamie wanted more, wanted faster and deeper, but he couldn’t do anything about it. All he could do was hang there and moan against his will and take whatever Evan chose to give him. And fuck, that was hot. Evan pumped leisurely for a while, a teasing in-out, ever so slightly brushing his prostate, but not hard enough to deliver that spectacular, mind-blowing rush of sensation. “Please, Evan,” he begged, “more.”

“
Soon. But first things first.”

An achy twinge remained behind when Evan pulled his fingers out. Jamie was so turned on, humming with need, he barely registered the fact Evan was fine-tuning the different equipment he’d hooked up to the handheld shower connection. Jamie’s neck stretched uncomfortably as he crooked his head to eye the proceedings with building trepidation. Steel tubing. Bigger nozzle? Spooky. “Um, Evan—what is that?”

“
Same thing as before, only this time it’s designed to hook up directly to the tap. This way, you can give yourself a little cleanse any time you have a shower.”

Okee-dokee and as-if.
“Who the hell thinks this stuff up?”

“
The pervy Internet pleasure gods.”

“
Oh, ha-ha. You’re a riot, you know that?” Jamie’s arms began to ache. The tubing didn’t feel so benign now. Felt more like wearing gauntlets of rusty pins. Little doubts began to creep in where none lived before.
Why am I letting him do this to me? It doesn’t feel that good. Maybe. Okay, yes, but fuck. What is it with us anyway?

“
Just a few more minutes and I’ll let you down. If you’re a good boy.” Evan reached up and massaged his straining wrists. Better, he loosened that loop of tubing, and Jamie’s heels landed firmly on the tiles.

“
Ahh,” he sighed.

“
Still all mine.”

“
Bite me, fucker.” Ouch—damn it. He did. Sharp little rodent teeth nipped the curve of his waist, just above his hip. More tooth marks.
Note to self: do not lip off Dr. Defy-Me-Not when he’s in full-on, owns-your-ass mode.

Clothing rustled behind him as Evan stripped. Evan’s jutting, rock-hard cock poked his ass as Evan moved up behind him and rubbed his chest against Jamie’s back. Jamie would’ve leaned his back and shoulders into that wonderful hairy warmth if he could’ve but settled for twining a calf around Evan’s leg. Nice. Evan turned on the shower, and hundreds of jets sprinkled gently, cool at first, then hitting that perfect warmth. Jamie closed his eyes and let the water fall.