I put the torn notebook at my side and set it under my knees as he comes up to the house and stops a few yards. Must be because there isn't any lights on to welcome him. He looks around the yard and starts to head around the house until I look down at him. I think he felt my gaze because his flew up at the roof and met my eyes evenly. "What the hell are you doing up there?" he calls out.
"Nothing." I say with a shrug. "You dressed up for an occasion or something?"
He chooses to ignore me and instead demands that I get down. "Why? I might just be wasting my time climbing down for something that's probably not important. I don't know what you want." Lie. I know exactly what he wants, but I just need to hear it form from his lips. That he needs me, even if it's just for a fuck.
"You do too, now get your ass down here!"
I shake my head and hear him growl at me with frustration. He walks up and sees the ladder I used to get up. I peer over the edge and see him grip the sides and ascend the rungs. I move over, allowing him to come on top and he hangs his legs over the edge. I look over at him and lean on my elbow. "Well, what do you want?"
He scowls at me and I try not to give in, as he wants me to. I raise my hands and lean my head forward a little, urging him to say it. His jaw clenches and I smile at the small victory. I'm making him feel a little uncomfortable. Who said he wasn't going to work for tonight? He came to me unexpected so I think I shall play his game that he's oh-so good at. It's his turn.
"I wanna uh I wanna fuck," he mumbles. He just let the words spill out of his mouth. And he put it so bluntly. He looks up at me. "There, you happy?" he asks. I raise an eyebrow.
"Happy about what?" I look back and see the sun fall past the rolling land, leaving us in the dark blue of the night and the pale moon shining down upon us. I get up and walk towards the center of the roof and he follows me. I sit on the small ledge that both sides of the roof meet at and he sits beside me. I look over at him and he captures my lips with his. I almost give into him but shove at his shoulders. He leans back and looks at me with scrutiny. "What, you think I'm actually going to give anything to you?"
"I'm tired of this shit, Jeff."
I smile a little. "Oh, but I don't tire of it?"
He looks away from me. I struck a nerve. Good. You may think this is harsh but it's what he puts me through when I come to him every few weeks. An eye for an eye. He runs his hand through his loose pitch-black hair and then gives me a sideways glance. "Jeff, please" he says as I see something creep up in his chocolate eyes. Lust, worship, humiliation, anger? Those are the things I feel towards him when he puts me through this. I inhale deeply and look over at him.
"Beg." I say to him. His eyes widen a little.
"I ain't gonna fucking beg for it."
"Then I guess you leave unless you've got something else to say."
"You're being a pain in the ass."
I shrug and look at him evenly. His shoulders slump as he looks at me. I look down at him and barely recognize the expression. It's the same one as the first time he and I were together. "Please I need it," he says and trails off until a few seconds. "I need you." I smile.
As he turns away, I touch his shoulder and he sits down in front of me. He reaches up to undo his shirt but I still his hands. I start to pull the buttons away from the shirt and toss it near the side of the roof. I turn so I'm in front and push his shoulders down to the shingles. I come up between his legs and kiss up his stomach as my hands travel up his legs. I feel his hardness growing as my chest moves against him and I trail my tongue up his chest. As I move farther up, I stop and catch his nipple between my teeth. I gently tug at it and then run my tongue where I bit. His hands start to travel the planes of my back. My fingers stumble over the zipper to his jeans and I rip it down while I start to kiss the side of his neck. He's never let me have this much control.
I brace my forearms on either side of him and lift myself up off of him. He opens his eyes and both of us shiver a little at the lost warmth. His skin glistens in the pale light of the moon He looks so beautiful then. I lie down against him again and kiss him long, my tongue tracing his lower lip and then dipping in. I move my hips to the side and tug down his jeans past his hips and he kicks them down. A few seconds later I hear them hit the ground. I start to move my mouth down against his chest again. I trace my tongue down to his stomach and the blow at the wet trail while my hands slide under the waistband of his dark blue boxers. I sit up and toss them down along with his pants and take in the sight of him greedily. I lick my lips as my gaze slowly drifts down and I see him stiff and slightly dripping. I lean down and lick the head of his cock while my fingers trace patterns against his stomach. He moans my name and I close my lips of him. He bucks his hips up a little as I start to move him deeper into my mouth. I run my tongue up against the shaft and groan a little when his fingers run through my hair and tug at the ends.
He whimpers my name as I start to suck him and he moves up into my mouth. I almost gag but manage to open my throat, letting him come in deeper. I bring my fingers up his chest and he leans down to suck on them. I pull them away and quickly slide them into his pressure hole. He jerks his hips and groans. He arches up a little and pulls at my hair a little harder. I start to work my fingers in and out as I continue to suck him off. I open my fingers in him, stretching him for me. "Jeff, stop please just mmm. Just finish me," he moans as he tries to pull me up. I graze my teeth against his shaft and bite down a littler. He jumps and cries out. He grabs my head and tries to pull it off. I suck on him harder as my fingers start to move faster. I slide in another finger. "Jeff...hurts please." He gasps as my thumb starts to rub the skin just before his hole. I stretch my fingers in him causing him to groan and toss his head from side to side. I pull my mouth off of him and sit up while I continue to move my fingers within him. I quickly pull down the zipper to my burgundy pants. I regretfully pull my fingers out of him and pull down my pants. I lift his legs over my shoulders and slowly, in one stroke, slide into him. He moans as I lean down and add more weight to it. I only give him a second or so and then start to pump in and out of him while my fingers close around his cock.
He moves up away from the shingles as I start to move. I squeeze his cock hard, wringing out a cry of him. I lean down and start to suck at the side of his neck as my fingers start to move back and forth. I nip at his neck, torturing a little squeal of pleasure tumble out of him. He twists the ends of my hair in his fist and pulls at them. I try to keep my pace up as I pull my hair out of his hands. He grabs at it again and pulls harder than the first time. I yell and start to move harder into him. I push his shoulders down and pin him to the roof. He groans as the tar shingles start to rub against his back and cut the skin a little. I press him down harder and press my lips to kiss, not as gentle as the first time. He gets his arms free and tries to grab me. I thrust hard into him and continue at that pace until he puts his arms to the side. I slide an arm under his back as he starts to arch up into my mouth and bite down on his nipple. He grunts as pain and pleasure start to blur and become one. I bring my hand under his backside and press his hips to mine as I thrust harder once more. His fingers tangle in my hair as his other hand starts to stroke the length of him methodically. He closes his eyes.
"Oh, God, Jeff! Oooh!" he cries out as I bring my hand up and tangle my fingers with his. Both of us start to stroke him fiercely as I groan when I reach deeper into him. His cum starts to flow over our hands as I move and loose my pace. I let go and pull back, thrust hard and cry out as he tightens around me. He let's his orgasm overcome him and he cries out my name. I lean down lower, making his white juice rub against our stomachs. As he starts to pull my hair, I cum deep inside him and start to overflow his hole. I throw my head back and squeeze his shoulders between my palms. I lay limp against him as we start to catch our breath. He strokes his hands down my hair and back. I pull away from him instead of just letting myself melt into him, which I felt like I was doing. I turn around and grab my pants. I head down the ladder leaving him there. A few seconds later, as I'm zipping up my pants, he climbs down and looks around for his pants. I lean down and toss them to him before heading into the house. He walks up behind me and I turn around when I hear something drop to the floor. He tosses his clothes to the side of the door, which made the noise. He stands there in the open door, buck-naked.
"Upstairs." he says as he walks in. I look up the steps and then shake my head. I turn and head towards the kitchen, knowing I'll pay for turning on him. I walk towards the counter and tear off a napkin and begin to clean up myself when he walks in and leans against the door jam. "Upstairs, now." he says more firmly. I toss the napkin into the wastebasket and head towards him. I shake my head as I come up and try to push him out of the way. He stops me and grabs my elbow. I look down at his hand on my arm and then back up at him. He tightens his grip and starts to pull my towards the stairs. I struggle, jerking and pulling but stop as we reach the bottom step. He tugs at my arm and pulls me up the stairs. He leads me to the little den that's he setup by himself while he unpacked a few of my boxes. He found the ones that I thought I hid well and added a few more over the years. Only he and I know about what awaits inside. He opens the door and shoves me in as he walks into the dimly lit room. I regain my balance and slouch into the wooden armless chair in the center of the room. I glance over and see him run his hands through the collection of straps and chains on the small rod.
"Strip." he says as he takes one of his favorite straps off the hook. I see the studs dimly gleam when I look back at him. He examines it between his palms as he says, "Now." I get up and start to tug down my pants again as he makes his way to the other wall, picking off a pair of leather cuffs off of the shelf. I let the fabric puddle around my ankles and settle back down on the chair. I rest my elbows against my knees as he walks around and faces me. He folds the strap so that only the studs are out. "Hold out your wrists." he says and I do so. He slaps the leather against my wrists and straps the cuffs tightly around my wrists, leaving just enough room to move my wrists. He tugs hard at the chain between them and pulls me up by it. He raises my arms over my head as he hooks the chain around a strong steel hook capable of holding all of my weight. I look up at my wrists and then down at him. He walks behind me and runs the cool metal up my spine. His fingers brush against my half erect cock as he moves his hands up my stomach.
He brushes my hair to one side of my neck and starts to kiss up my shoulder. As he reaches the curve of my neck, he moves the strap around and runs it down my chest. He bites down on the side of my neck and I whimper. I jerk at the hook as the metal comes in contact with my cock. I turn my head to the side and Matt presses his lips harder to mine, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. I close my eyes and suck at his tongue until he comes up and slaps the strap against my chest hard. He pulls away and presses his hand against the red mark that was left by the metal on my chest. I hold back a groan and look down at my feet. He grabs my chin and forces me to look up at him. I rest my forehead against my arms and look at him while I slightly sway back and forth. He slides the strap against my side and then brings his hand down. He wraps his fingers around my shaft and tugs at it hard. I groan and try to move towards him to ease the pain a little. He squeezes and then lets go slowly. "Do you think you'll get away with that little stunt you pulled up there? I never beg." he says.
"You did for me." I mumble and grimace as the strap comes down on my back.
"What was that, Jeffrey?"
"Nothing," comes out between my lips.
"That's what I thought."
He starts to circle around me, looking my body up and down with the eye of an artist before taking a brush to canvas. I close my eyes and let him get his fill. When I feel his presence in front of me again, I look up to see him smiling at me. My arms start to get tired and he kicks my feet from under me. My arms pull taut when my weight comes down and is only held up by the hook. I try to get up on my feet but he kicks them under me again. And you thought I was harsh earlier? I hang my head and he grabs a handful of my hair, pulling my head up. I look up at him to see that damned leering smile again. He jerks my head back and then lets go, my head falling back down. He reaches up and pulls the chain off the hook. As soon as my arms come away from the hook, I fall to my knees and start to bend over. He kneels down to eye level with me and pushes my chin up. He looks into my eyes, like he's searching for something. I turn my gaze towards the door behind him and focus my attention on the brass knob. He shakes his and rolls his eyes at me as he gets up.
He walks around me again, telling me how pathetic I looked there on the ground before him. I hate him for this part. He does it ever time, one way or another. I never tear my gaze from the knob as he passes in front of me again and orders me to get up. He pulls at my shoulders and lifts me up. He turns the chair around to face me and tells me to grip the sides of the chair. I take the sides of the chair in my palms and hold tightly to them as he walks behind me and looks me over. I feel is heated gaze move from the arch of my back, down to my ass and so on until he starts to travel back up. "You look much better like this, Jeffrey." he says as he starts to walk up to me and places a hand on my hip. He squeezes it as he brushes the head of his cock against my pressure hole. I moan softly as I feel a few trickles of pre-cum rub against my opening. He strikes the strap down against my back and I arch my back against the stinging in my lower back. He knows exactly where to hit it and how hard. I bite my lower lip against the pain as he starts to rub the spot. He leans down and runs his tongue against the red imprint left on the small of my back.
"Please. Matt, now." tumbles out of my lips and as soon as I realize I said the words, another slap of cool metals comes down on my back. I can't help it and cry out his name. As I quiet down, him plunges his cock into me and grips my hips. He doesn't give me anytime to adjust to him as always and starts to move against my hips. He pulls my hips into his and drops the strap down to the floor beside us. He reaches over and I soon find out that he has the cursed cock ring that doesn't allow me to cum as I'd like. He slips it over the length of me and strokes his fingers down as he pulls his hand away again. I groan as he leans down and adds a little more pressure to his hard thrusts. He starts to lick up my spine and then kisses the back of my neck while he scratches his nails down my back, biting into my bare flesh. He pulls away as I turn my head and grabs my hips. He forces himself deeper into me and I moan as his cock starts to rub against my spot. He leans down and traces the cock ring with his finger and lightly brushes his fingers against my throbbing cock. "Pl-please take it off, Matt." I whimper in a trembling voice and he ignores my request. He starts to rub the back of my neck and runs his fingers into the back of my indigo locks. He snarls his fingers into it and then tugs hard. It almost feels like he'll pull the strands out at the roots if he pulls any harder. Matt hits my spot and I yelp in pure bliss. The damned ring still is working its magic as Matt starts to loose his even pace. He pulls back, nearly leaving me, and then pushes his cock all the way into me, groaning arrogantly through his teeth.
"Mmm, baby. Beg for me." he say "Beg me to take it off."
He traces his index finger around the ring again and I can't take the torture any longer. "Get the damned thing OFF!!!" I plead to him and I feel him smile against my back. He wraps his fingers around the ring and starts to pull it off, and then, being the bastard that he is, slides it back on to me. I groan in frustration and start to push my hips into his. "Please, Matt! I want to cum for you." He licks up my back and starts to blow hot air on the wet trail as he finally pulls off the ring. He starts to rub the head, smearing cum pearls on his thumb and around my cock. I groan louder and he wraps his palm around me. He starts to tug at my shaft hard and I spurt all over his hand and the chair, tossing my head back against his shoulder. I fall to my knees, pulling away from him and end up with a face full of my own cum. I try to ease my breathing as he kneels down to the side of me. I turn my head towards him and see a glaze over his eyes as he has that same leering smile on his face. I lean towards him and kiss him deeply. He opens his mouth under the pressure of mine and kisses with a passion that leaves me gasping for air. As he pulls away, I lift my wrists to his eye level, looking up at him. He undoes them and then gets back up to his feet. He turns around and tosses me down a small piece of linen. I wipe my face off and try to get up. He turns around and faces me.
"The chair too." he says and watches me as I wipe the chair clean. I get up again, but my knees can barely hold my weight and Matt wraps his arms around my shoulders to hold me upright. I walk over and he leans towards me to kiss the side of my neck as I close the door behind us. Sleep starts to dawn upon us and we make our way towards my bed room. I leave the lights off except for the fish tank and toss the linen into the empty laundry basket and I collapse on to the rumpled bed sheets. I turn over as Matt walks in and starts to slip under the covers. I look over at him with a raised eyebrow.
"I thought you were going to go back to dad's" I say.
He shrugs and then pulls at my waist. I move close to him and lay on my stomach, gathering my arms under my head. He drapes his arm loosely around me. As he closes his eyes, looking content. I study his face in the blue light of the tank. How on earth could you not love a face like that? Even the dopey grin on his face as he started to be taken over by sleep. "Go to sleep." he murmurs and pulls me closer to his body. I creep under the blue blanket and curl against him as I close my eyes. I twist my finger into his longer silky hair and sigh in contentment. No matter what he does to me, I can't not love him for it. I wrap my arm around him as I start to slip into one of my dreams. Him.
