Sean Michael A Hammer Novel 9 Forged

Forged

by Sean Michael

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Forged

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Chapter Twenty Seven
Chapter Twenty Eight
Chapter Twenty Nine
Chapter Thirty

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Chapter One

"Servers wear rubber-soled shoes, Jeremy."
He could tell that Xavier was getting frustrated, and

Jeremy shrugged, his shirt pulling over his shoulders. "I ain't
a server, friend. I'm a bouncer. I'm wearing my boots and my
hat."

Benny and Ike were just staring at him, mouths open, and

he gave them a sympathetic look. He wanted the job, and he
liked the joint, but he wasn't no little mouse in slacks and
aprons and shit. It just was how it was.

"You're sure you want to work here?"
"Yessir. I ain't scared of working, but I ain't gonna wear

that uniform deal." Hell, he had his good boots on, his
pressed jeans.

Xavier sighed, grinned. "It's good thing you're beautiful,

man."

"It's a gift." He rolled his eyes, grinned back. "So when do

I start?"

"Tonight?"
"Works for me. I need to pay rent. Y'all live high on the

dollar." Shit, he could have a mansion back home for what he
was paying here. A mansion, a decent place to park his truck,
real music on the radio...

Why was he here again?
Oh.
Right.

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He looked at the sexual shit all over the stage. The whips.

The cuffs. The leather. The hotness. Then there was school.
The forge. And, again, the hotness. Yeah.

That was why.
Hooboy.
Now he just needed to find someone strong enough to ride

him like he needed. After his shift.

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Chapter Two

Simon wasn't sure he wanted to go to the Hammer

tonight. It was always so crowded on a Friday, and he was
still smarting from Wallace walking out on him. The boy had
been beautiful, with skin like a porcelain doll. He'd marked
beautifully, and Simon had never known anyone to look
better in his ropes.

But Wallace had lacked discipline, had only been "playing."
With a snort, Simon made up his mind. He wasn't going to

let Wallace ruin any more evenings. The Hammer was there,
waiting for him to arrive and enjoy its amenities and his
friends.

And who knew, maybe tonight was the night he would

meet someone who wanted what he could give them.

Confident once again, he stopped circling the block and

parked his Mustang, heading for the door to the best club on
earth.

There was a line, which even for a Friday was unusual.

Simon walked up, finding Doc Manning in line with his Les.

"Hey, Sy." Doc said. "Line's moving slow tonight."
Les nodded, chuckled. "Gorgeous new bouncer. Oh. My.

God."

"And everyone's trying to feel him up?" He leaned out,

trying to see the man.

"Climb him and hump him, more like it. He's a stud." Les

chuckled, leaned into Manning's swat.

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Simon shrugged, not able to see. He'd just have to wait

until they got closer. "Top or bottom?"

"No one's said. He's a cowboy, muscle-bound and terse."

Manning shrugged. "If I had to guess? I'd bet bottom."

"You don't make him sound very appealing, Doc." He

wondered if Manning was put out by Les' obvious drooling.

"Oh, he's just..."
Les patted Manning's arm. "We're late for supper and his

sugars have been running low. He needs his insulin and food
and he'll be fine."

"Well, then, we should go push in front. Come along."

Simon went around the line, heading for the front door; he
glanced back to make sure Les and Manning were following.
He'd go to the back of the line again once he had them in and
headed for food.

"Pardon me." The voice was pure bass, the hand that

landed on his shoulder huge. "There's a line."

Simon looked up into dark, nearly black eyes hidden under

the brim of a cowboy hat.

He swallowed, a sudden, totally unexpected wave of lust

rolling over him, making him tongue-tied for just a moment.
No wonder the line was this long and Les was drooling.

He cleared his throat. "I'm well aware of that. However,

this man is a well-known member here and he's diabetic. If
he doesn't eat soon, he's going to pass out. You let him and
his companion in and I'll be happy to get back in line."

"Oh." Those eyes went wide and the cowboy hat dipped.

"Absolutely. Lord, my brother's diabetic, you can't play with
that shit. Come on, y'all."

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Just like that, the three of them were ushered in, delivered

into a server's hands. "Y'all have a good evening."

Simon held out his hand. "Thank you very much..."
"Not a problem, sir. Have a great night." That hand

surrounded his, but the shake wasn't painful, wasn't overly
tight. He could smell the man's cologne, spicy and not
overdone. There was a bush of chest hair over the neckline of
the button-down shirt, the hint of a heavy beard. The promise
of an amazing cock in the tight jeans.

God, the man would look amazing in his ropes. All those

muscles would showcase the bondage beautifully. "You'll have
to let us buy you a thank-you drink when you're finished your
shift."

"I'd appreciate it, sir." There was a gold chain hanging in

the hollow of the man's throat.

Simon appreciated that Jeremy knew enough to call him

'sir.' "You come see us when you're done. We'll take care of
you." He winked at the man and took off before he could do
exactly what Les said everyone wanted to do: climb the man
and hump him.

Les had Manning at a table, a place saved for him, in the

shadows left of the stage. "Wine, Simon, sir?'

"Thank you, Les. Is food on its way for Manning?" He sat,

not even looking to see if Wallace was there—he didn't care.
He really didn't.

"Yes, sir. I ordered him a steak. Can I place an order for

you?" Friday night and all the subs were on formal behavior,
sinking into their head space.

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"A fish meal, please, Les. Nothing deep fried, though."

Simon peeked at Manning and, frankly, he was glad he'd
gotten pushy at the line-up

"I'm fine. Les gave me some candy. I'm glad to see you

here tonight, Sy."

"And I'm glad I came." He might not admit it to anyone

else, but he was specifically thinking of the cowboy at the
door.

The food came quickly, Les keeping them happy and

comfortable; the man was a natural sub, focused totally on
Manning's needs.

The food was excellent, as always, and the company the

same, Manning's mood improving drastically as he ate.

A lovely set of boys—one pale as milk, one near ebony—

entered the stage, holding hands. Ah. Micah and his boys. It
would be a decent show.

Simon wondered when the cowboy's shift was over; he'd

love to see the man's reaction to the show.

The dancing started up, too. Les and Doc headed out,

moving together on the floor.

"Did your friend get his supper in time, sir?" That deep,

rich voice sounded, almost surprising him.

Simon stood and offered the man the extra chair at their

table. "He did, indeed. He's out dancing now." He pointed,
smiling at the sight of Les and Manning waltzing together.

"Oh, excellent. I'm pleased. I've made note of him; he'll

have priority, should he need it."

"Oh, wonderful. It's nice to have someone so conscientious

at the door." He sat again as the cowboy did. "I'm Simon."

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"Jeremy. Pleased." The hat was gone, the dark hair short

and neatly kept.

Jeremy. Simon looked into the dark eyes and smiled. Very

nice.

"So, what brought you to the Hammer?"
"Well, I came to California for a guy, you know? And then

the guy went and I inherited his friends."

"Well if the Hammer is what you mean by his friends, then

I'd say you made a good deal. Unless this guy was perfect."

"The guy was ... just not happy here, and we weren't a

good fit. He headed back to Boston. He'll be better off there."

Now, that was something—honest and decent.
"Sometimes things just don't work out." He tilted his head

toward the stage. "Have you had a chance to see Micah and
his boys yet?"

"I'm actually crashing on Rick's sofa right now, so yes.

They're trouble, with a capital T."

Simon laughed, delighted by this man. "They are!" He

looked back over to the stage. "But very beautiful."

Jeremy's chuckle slid over his nerves like a touch. "You

haven't ever seen them first thing in the morning before
coffee, have you?"

"No, I never have."
He got a wink, a wicked, mischievous grin. "Count yourself

real lucky, sir."

Oh, yes, he did like the way Jeremy said 'sir.' He also liked

that grin. "I shall keep that in mind and make sure I keep my
seeing of them confined to the club."

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Jeremy chuckled, smiled at him again. "I was wondering,

sir, if you'd let me buy you another drink?"

The offer surprised him. He wasn't used to subs being so

forward. Of course, Jeremy hadn't said he was a bottom yet.
Not that Simon didn't believe it. "I believe I owe you one,
Jeremy, for letting us in out of order."

Those lean cheeks went rosy, the dark eyes looking down,

just for a second. "I could have a beer, thanks."

Oh, how lovely. He wondered if that blush would cover

Jeremy's whole body.

He got the attention of the boy serving their table and kept

half an eye on the stage. He was watching Jeremy the entire
time, though. Jeremy sat easily, settled in his skin.

The man's beer came and Simon leaned forward, watching

as the first mouthful disappeared between lovely lips. "So tell
me, Jeremy. What are you into?"

"It depends. Are you talking about sex? Or are you talking

about scenes? Or are you talking about life?"

"Yes." He nodded. He wanted to know it all.
Jeremy chuckled. "Man, that's a lot of questions. I hope

you have time."

"I have all night, Jeremy." He looked the man up and

down, giving up entirely the pretense that he was interested
in the show going on the stage tonight.

"I'm looking for Mr. Right. I ain't into one-nighters. I like

sex—I like it a lot and I want someone strong enough to
make me fly. I don't suck up, and I don't play games. I'm
going to school, full-time. Uh. I'm allergic to shellfish."

"What are you doing in school?"

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"Right now, trying not to fail miserably." He got a grin, a

wink.

Simon laughed softly. "Living with Micah and his boys can't

be helping that. They're not ... peaceful."

"God, no. But they're decent and they let me stay." Jeremy

chuckled. "The fact is that I love working in my major, but
core classes—lord. I shouldn't have waited so long to start
college."

"What is your major?" And how old was the beautiful

Jeremy, anyway?

"Art. Metalwork, to be exact."
Oh, now, he hadn't expected that. Not from this big,

muscled cowboy. "I never would have guessed."

"No? I bend steel." Jeremy flexed, the button-down shirt

groaning.

Simon's prick sure appreciated the show, his whole body

going warm. "I just bet you do."

Jeremy chuckled. "It's sweaty work, but somebody has to

do it."

Oh, Simon would bet that was pretty. All those muscles

working, covered in sweat. Simon smiled at Jeremy, picturing
it.

He could be in some serious trouble here.
"Do you like ropes?"
"Yeah. I like bondage. I like ass-play. I'm not real

experienced in the pain stuff, but the little I tried, some of it
worked for me, some didn't."

Simon leaned forward, almost shaking with excitement.

"What didn't work and what did?"

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"I didn't like anything where I couldn't work after—so

whipping on the shoulders was not good and, I'll be honest,
spanking was just a little weird."

"I would feel ridiculous spanking a large man like you."
"See? That's sorta where I was. I mean, I felt sort of

stupid."

Simon could understand that.
"I find you very attractive." Him and every other man in

the place. Still, he was the one Jeremy was sitting with,
wasn't he?

"Thank you, sir. You're not bad yourself." The words didn't

sound like a platitude, either. Jeremy's eyes were warm,
appreciative.

His prick was beginning to ache, pushing eagerly against

his trousers.

They ordered another round. "Have you every participated

in a stage show?"

"Hmm? No. No, sir. I'm still very new to the trappings and

stuff. My lovers before were more ... informal."

"Playing at it rather than living it, hmm?" He really did like

the way Jeremy said 'sir'. It rolled off his tongue naturally.

"Yes, sir. I reckon that's how most people start."
"Yes, I imagine you're right. Though I began by studying

with a Japanese Master. There was no playing as I learned
the ropes. So to speak." He winked at Jeremy.

"Yeah? So, tell me about what you like to do. I've seen the

rope-tying thing. It ends up pretty, but I tend to be a little
more ... active, maybe?"

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"I'd love to see you in my ropes, actually. Struggling,

made to be still." A little shiver went through him. "It can be
a meditation and very profound."

"A little different than hog-tying, huh?" Jeremy's smile was

pure mischief.

"Oh, I can do that, too." He could. He had on occasion,

with particularly naughty subs.

"Yeah? Me, too. On a calf."
"I've only ever done it on humans. Only ever whipped

men, too." He leaned in. "Would you like to see my pictures?"

"Yes, sir, I'd love to." The eager nod was edifying.
"The evening's still young..."
"Where do you want to go?"
"My place. To show you my pictures." Was he being too

forward?

"I can handle that." Jeremy pushed back his chair, stood,

that amazing body right there, tempting him as the man held
out one hand. "You ready to roll?"

"Absolutely."
He took Jeremy's hand and let all those amazing muscles

work to pull him up. Managing to catch Manning's eye on the
dance floor, he pointed to Jeremy and the door so they'd
know where he'd gone.

Then he turned all his attention back to Jeremy. Oh, the

man was a stud, tall and muscled and warm—he could feel
the heat emanating from Jeremy.

"Would you like me to drive, sir? My truck's a couple of

blocks away. Or I could ride with you."

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"Oh, I can't leave my Mustang on the street. If you don't

mind leaving your truck, you can ride with me."

"Oooh. What year?"
"'68. She's in mint condition." Lovingly restored.
"Oh, damn. You got yourself a passenger." He looked at

Jeremy's excitement, at how incredibly centered and settled
the man seemed. Simon wondered what it would take to
unbalance him, to push, to stretch.

They left the club and he pointed down the road to his car.

"There she is."

"Look at that." Jeremy walked around, nodding,

murmuring happily the Mustang was explored, admired.

He let Jeremy look his fill and then opened the passenger

door for the man before going around to the driver's side.
Jeremy filled up the passenger's side, broad and wide and so
male it hurt. Simon took a long moment to admire. God. It
was unreal, him sitting next to this hunk.

Grinning, he started up the car. "There really are pictures,

you know."

"I'd like to see them. For real."
"Good. That's a good start. You would look amazing in my

ropes. You really would."

"We'll see. I'm willing to try things. It's just nothing I've

really pondered on."

"Well, you should." He patted Jeremy's leg. Oh, feel those

muscles.

Jeremy flexed for him again, spreading a little. "What do

you do for a living?"

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"I'm a marketing consultant." He turned into his

neighborhood, big trees framing the streets.

"Do you like it?"
"I do. It pays the bills."
He pulled up in front of the house, hit the garage door

opener, and pulled in. Jeremy didn't tense up, just looked
around, letting himself out of the car.

They went in through the door off the garage. Simon was

proud of his place. It was classy and clean, elegant and yet
lived in.

"My pictures are scattered throughout the place. The

kitchen is really the only place where there aren't any." He
was proud of his bondage work and the pictures truly were
art.

"Who does the photography?"
"I do." It was a hobby, and most of the men he tied up

were more comfortable with him photographing them instead
of someone else.

He pointed to one of Rick and Darian, their dark and pale

bodies tied together with a bright red rope.

"Oh, that's pretty." He watched Jeremy look, wandering

from image to image.

"Would you like some water?" If there was the chance they

were going to do anything tonight, he wanted to make sure
Jeremy was sober.

And God knew, he wanted to do something with Jeremy.
"I would. Please, thank you."

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He got them each a bottle of water, returning to find

Jeremy in his den. His ropes were stored here, on special
shelves he'd had built for them, along with other tools.

Jeremy was holding his hat, twirling it slowly in his fingers.
He put the bottles on his desk. "What are you thinking?"
"Hmm? Just looking."
"You see anything you like?"
"It's all interesting. What is your favorite?"
"In this room?" He went for the gusto. "At the moment,

that would be you."

Jeremy looked at him, obviously surprised. "Well, thank

you, sir."

He went over to Jeremy and put his hands on the solid

shoulders. "You're welcome."

Jeremy met his eyes and, with only the barest pressure,

the big man knelt for him.

He slid his hands through the soft curls on the top of

Jeremy's head. "Mmm..." Jeremy looked amazing on his
knees. "Take your shirt off."

Those big hands started undoing buttons, exposing a

broad, hairy chest and sexy flat belly.

He reached out, fingers sliding over one pec. "You'll have

to shave this, for scenes with the rope." Otherwise, Jeremy's
hair would catch and pull.

Those cheeks went bright red, eyes surprised. "Shave?"
"Ropes and hair on skin are not a good mix." He took some

between his fingertips and tugged.

"I'm really hairy, sir." Jeremy's jaw clenched, but the man

didn't jerk.

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"I have shaving equipment, wax." It was a part of the

ritual. It could be very sexy.

"I didn't expect that."
"No?" He let his fingers slide over to touch Jeremy's nipple.
"No, sir." Those eyes were heated, focused. Watching him

closely.

He tweaked the nipple beneath his fingers. Watching those

lips part was almost enough to make him groan. He traced
Jeremy's lips with the fingers of his other hand.

Jeremy's tongue slid out, licking and lapping at his

fingertips. Simon's cock began to swell, pushing at his
trousers. His fingers were sucked in, that mouth working him.
He did groan then, holding Jeremy's gaze.

The man had a mouth for sin.
He cupped Jeremy's face and pressed their lips together.

Those dark eyes went wide, shocked, and he had to wonder if
Jeremy was one of those men who didn't kiss. Then, before
he could pull back, Jeremy pushed into the kiss.

Groaning, he pressed back, tongue pushing in to taste.

Jeremy's hands wrapped around his arms, fingers rubbing,
making little circles. The man could kiss.

Their tongues tangled, their lips slid, taste and heat

moving between them. Jeremy tugged him closer, the kiss
going wilder, the pressure almost bruising his lips. It was
awkward with Jeremy on his knees, so Simon tugged him
back up, gasping as he was suddenly pressed against all
those strong muscles.

Jeremy gathered him close, rocking against him, tongue

plundering his mouth.

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So strong. God. Such a turn on.
He slid his hands over Jeremy's chest, up over the broad

shoulders. Jeremy's skin was hot, the hairs tickling his skin.

That passion crashed down over him, made him hard,

almost as hard as those fingers on his ass, touching him.

He broke their kiss with a gasp, panting as he started up

at Jeremy. "My bedroom is upstairs." His bed was big enough,
even for Jeremy.

"Mmmhmm. Works for me."
Jeremy eased back from him, eyes warm, watching. "Lead

the way."

He snagged a cockring, a dildo, and a lovely, dark red rope

from his shelves first. "Just in case we decide to play." He let
his eyes travel along Jeremy's beautiful body. "I'd like to
know we're compatible first." He didn't think it was going to
be a problem, though; his cock was saying, "Hell, yes, we
are."

Jeremy's body seemed similarly inclined, the tight jeans

not hiding a Jeremy's hard package. "Might as well see if we
got that chemistry thing going on."

He nodded and took Jeremy's hand. It swallowed his up,

and he couldn't help but think again that it would be a delight
to harness all that power within his ropes.

Eager, he tugged Jeremy along with him, up the stairs and

to his large master bedroom.

Jeremy sat down on the edge of his big bed, starting to

take off the pointy-toed boots.

"You may undress me when you're done." After he'd had a

moment to admire Jeremy fully naked.

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Jeremy chuckled softly, grinning at him. "Did you ever play

'Mother, May I?' as a kid? Every time I hear someone say 'you
may,' I get the urge to say, 'Mother, may I?'"

Simon's lips twitched. "My name is Simon. Trust me, I've

heard all about kids' games..."

"Oh. Oh, God." Jeremy stared at him and clapped, looking

suddenly tickled. "Oh, I hadn't thought of that."

That made him laugh. "Simon says get undressed and then

undress me."

"Yes, sir." It was refreshing to see an eager, confident sub

who wasn't ashamed or reluctant.

The jeans came off easily, exposing that amazing body for

him. Simon gave a happy little moan. Everything about
Jeremy made him want, need. The thick cock was cut,
hanging over heavy balls. There was a dagger inked into one
muscled thigh.

He reached out to trace it. "Is there a story behind this?"

Was that his voice gone all husky and thick?

"Yeah. Yeah, when I was a teenager, I hadn't bulked up

yet. I was just tall and skinny and folks called me Blade. After
I grew up all the way and started working out, the name fell
away. This was about growing up."

"Mmm ... well, you certainly are all grown up." There was

nothing boyish about Jeremy. It was part of his appeal. "Me
now."

"It's my pleasure." Those big hands were surprisingly deft,

moving over his clothes and baring him, fingers admiring him,
touching him.

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"How come you aren't locked away in someone's

dungeon?"

"Because no one's quite sure to do with a man my size, I

imagine." Jeremy's hands stroked down his belly, opening his
pants. "I mean, when I'm in a good mood and easy, it's not
so tough, but I'm not always in that place."

"Poor beauty. The very thing that attracts also scares."

Simon wasn't scared, though. He was intrigued, excited. And
at the moment, very aroused, as evidenced by the way his
cock pushed out into Jeremy's hand as his pants were
undone.

"Mmm. Now, that's pretty." Jeremy's hand wrapped

around him, engulfed his cock, the touch pure heat.

He groaned, pushing into Jeremy's hand. He felt like a

schoolboy, eager and out of control. No sub had ever made
him forget himself like this.

"That's right, honey." Jeremy leaned down, kissed him

with a single-minded intensity that left him breathless.

"Bed," he managed to direct when they broke for a

gasping breath. Because having his knees give out from
Jeremy's kisses would be embarrassing.

"Mmmhmm." Jeremy walked backward, drawing him

along.

He pushed Jeremy back when they got to the edge of the

bed, grinning as the big body landed, making the mattress
bounce. "Damn, you look good in my bed."

"Thank you." A glint of gold caught his eye, the little ring

behind those heavy balls catching his attention.

Oh, damn. Jeremy just kept getting better and better.

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"What about this?" He pushed his hand between Jeremy's

legs as he asked, fingers finding the ring and tugging just a
little. "There has to be a story behind this."

"Mmmhmm. I did it as a present for a lover, once. I kept it

because I liked it."

"You like the way it feels?" He twisted it experimentally.
"I do. I like knowing it's there." A dark flush started

climbing up Jeremy's belly.

Simon tugged and twisted it again, watching the color on

Jeremy's skin. "You ever worn a leash with it?"

"No. No, once I had a plug attached to it, but never a

leash."

"Oh, you've known some people with good imaginations."

He slipped his fingers beyond, tapping Jeremy's hole.

Jeremy groaned, spread a little wider. Mmm. Sensitive

hole.

"You're going to be such fun to play with." He pushed just

the tip of his finger into Jeremy's ass.

Jeremy bore down, eager, hot, right there for him. The

man had said he liked ass-play. Groaning, Simon leaned in
and licked along Jeremy's hip, breathing in the warm, male
scent.

"Mmm. Feels fine." One hand reached down, cupped his

head.

He nuzzled into the touch. "You smell good." He opened

his mouth and sucked on Jeremy's hip, and then slowly kissed
his way up, the hair on Jeremy's chest tickling his lips.

"Damn." Jeremy's hands worked his back, his shoulders,

the touch strong, sure.

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He found one of Jeremy's nipples with his tongue, flicking

at it before sucking it between his lips.

"Mmmhmm." Jeremy nodded, hands stilling. "So good,

honey."

His fingers moved to find the other nipple, pinching lightly.

He liked it when a man was sensitive.

"I ain't gonna break."
Oh, that made him laugh, and he pinched harder.
"Yeah." Jeremy grinned back, muscles clenching under

him.

He pinched again, twisted it a little, watching Jeremy's

eyes. Jeremy loved it, was into it, nodding as he squeezed.

"I should have brought up my nipple clamps." He lay next

to Jeremy, pressing against the hard muscles, the warm
flesh.

"We have time." Jeremy leaned over, pushed close.
"Mmm..." He liked the sound of that, of knowing Jeremy

was looking for more than one night, too. He pressed his lips
to Jeremy's, initiating more of those awesome kisses.

Those huge hands were never still, moving over his skin,

sliding and rubbing and petting him. It was so hot, having
someone giving as good as he got, not expecting everything
to be one-sided. Groaning, he rubbed them together.

"You're fucking hot." Jeremy moved his ass, rubbing them

good and hard, that pretty cock leaking against him.

"I was just thinking the same thing about you." He bit at

Jeremy's lower lip, about ready to get the lube and a condom
and move this up a notch.

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"Good deal." Jeremy groaned, rolling against him, rocking

a little.

"Let me just..." He stretched up to the bedside table,

searching blindly for the tube of slick.

Jeremy nuzzled his chest, lips wrapping around one nipple.

Gasping, he pushed closer, his hunt for the lube temporarily
forgotten. He'd never met anyone as invested in making him
feel as Jeremy was. He ran his hands through Jeremy's hair,
the curls soft, clinging to his fingers.

"You haven't been taken care of well enough, honey."
He didn't think he'd ever been taken care of this well.
"Show me what I've been missing."
Jeremy nodded, rolling him over, lips brushing against his

own. "It would be my pleasure."

Those hands slid down his body, exploring him, petting

him. He pushed up into every touch, his own hands rubbing
and exploring, holding on. Those lips trailed down his chin,
hands heading down over his belly.

He reveled in every touch, every kiss. When was the last

time he'd been with someone who cared about him as a man,
not just as a Dom who could send them into their subspace?

Jeremy licked and nuzzled, nibbled, those blunt teeth

driving him mad.

"God. God, you're something else." Something special. He

ran his hand down along Jeremy's spine, touched the top of
that fabulous ass.

Jeremy moved south, teeth on his chest, heading down his

belly. His fingers pushed through the soft curls, needy moans

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sounding. It took him a few moments to realize they came
from him.

"It's okay, honey. I've got you."
That mouth wrapped around his cock, the suction slow and

sweet.

It wasn't the first time he'd been sucked. It hadn't even

been that long. But Wallace hadn't ... cared. Jeremy looked
like he enjoyed it; the hands on him helped him feel sexual,
sensual.

"Jeremy..." He spread his legs, framing the broad

shoulders.

"Mmmhmm?" Jeremy's hands slid under his ass, drew him

up.

"'S good." Really good. He petted Jeremy's head, his hands

wanting to grab hold.

"Mmm." That hum sounded satisfied as hell.
Groaning, he started to buck up, humping Jeremy's mouth.

Those fingers rubbed his ass, rolled his balls, even as that
mouth moved, taking his cock in to the root.

"Fuck!" he cried out, his balls emptying as he shot.
Jeremy took him, sucked every drop out of his cock and

then kept sucking. Jesus. The man was going to keep him
hard.

Those warm, dark eyes looked up at him.
He stroked Jeremy's cheek. "Thank you. You keep me up

and I'll take care of you."

The slide of that tongue along his shaft was Jeremy's

answer.

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"God, your mouth." He felt melted and invigorated at the

same time.

The soft chuckle vibrated all through him.
"How do you like it? Missionary? All fours?" He wanted to

make Jeremy feel as good, as special, as Jeremy did for him.

"Is 'yes' the wrong answer?"
He laughed breathlessly. "No, it's the right answer."
"Well, then." Jeremy winked at him. "Yes. Yes, sir."
He reached up for the lube again, managing to snag the

bottle this time and offering it over. "Get yourself ready for
me."

Jeremy nodded, slicking the callused fingers. It was a little

awkward because as big as Jeremy was, the man wasn't
flexible. That added to the pleasure, though, knowing Jeremy
wanted him badly enough that he'd do this without question,
even if it wasn't smooth and easy.

"You like 'em big, Jeremy?" He knew Jeremy liked that

kind of thing; but he wanted details. "Long? Wide? Vibrating?"

"Vibrating is odd, really. I've never found one like that that

worked for me."

"You like them to feel as much like the real thing as

possible." It was less a question and more a hunch.

"Yeah. I mean, I don't mind big..."
No, most men who liked ass-play quite enjoyed 'big.'

"Well, I've got 'real' for you." He winked, stroking his prick,
eager to bury himself inside Jeremy.

"Mmm. You do." Jeremy's fingers joined his, moving over

his shaft.

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He moaned, pleasure moving through him. "You like

touching..."

"I'm a fan. I'm not good at 'sit and watch.'"
"How about sit and be done to?" That's what a lot of subs

wanted.

"I'm sort of craptastic at 'sit,' honey. I like moving." He got

another one of those grins. "Yet another reason I'm footloose
and fancy free."

It would make tying the man up interesting, a challenge.

"Well, try 'lie back and let me fuck you,' Jeremy."

"I'll do my best, sir." Jeremy was full of joy.
He grabbed a condom and worked it down his prick before

settling between Jeremy's legs. He looked up into the man's
face, smiling. Jeremy wrapped one leg around him, dragged
him close.

Still holding Jeremy's gaze, he sank slowly into the man's

tight heat. Jeremy took him easily, body welcoming and
heated, wrapped around his cock.

He sank all the way in until his hips were pressed tight

against Jeremy's ass. "God, you feel good."

"Mmmhmm. I do."
"You really do." He slid his hands over Jeremy's chest until

he found the perfect angle for leaning, and then he started to
move.

Jeremy's hands slid up his arms, supporting him, hips

meeting each thrust.

Because he'd come, he knew he'd be able to last. With that

in mind, he set up a nice, strong rhythm, Jeremy's body

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welcoming him in for each thrust. Jeremy worked with him,
chin tucked, muscles bunching and working together.

The pleasure built slowly, from the tight heat around his

cock, from the sound of their skin slapping together, from the
scent of them both rising on the air.

Jeremy's eyes were closed, body moving like the man was

working out. Simon patted the amazing abs, fingers sliding
over them before he took hold of Jeremy's cock. Hot and
weeping, leaking for him—it fit perfectly in his hand.

He stroked in time with his thrusts, his thumb spreading

the liquid from the top down along the length.

"Mmm." He could see the pleasure rising up along

Jeremy's stomach.

He shifted his angle, searching for Jeremy's gland.
"Fuck." The word pushed out of Jeremy, eyes flying open.
It made him laugh, happy he'd found it that easily, and he

pegged it again, staying right there as he fucked Jeremy.

"Fuck. Fuck, honey. Don't stop."
Simon shook his head. No stopping. He could manage that.
His fingers tightened around Jeremy's beautiful prick.

Jeremy groaned, ass squeezing his cock, fluttering around it.

"Yes. Come on my cock, Jeremy. Come on." He could feel

his second orgasm working its way along his spine.

"Uh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Fuck." Jeremy jerked, grunting, hips

bucking.

He slammed into Jeremy's gland a few more times, willing

the man to come. Heat sprayed over his hand, between them,
Jeremy groaning softly.

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He let the way Jeremy's body clamped down around him

pull him into his second orgasm. He filled the condom, his
body shuddering.

They stayed still for a moment, both of them panting. Then

he collapsed down onto Jeremy. All those muscles made a
great mattress. Jeremy's hands wrapped around him, holding
on.

"Stay?"
"Yeah. Yeah, honey. I'd like to."
"Excellent."
He got rid of the condom and tugged the comforter over

them, snuggling in.

Jeremy hummed, eyes closing, relaxed under him.
Looked like this was his lucky day. Funny what a difference

a few hours could make.

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Chapter Three

Jeremy had woken up, left Simon a note, and headed out,

first to get his truck, then to the school to work in the shop.
He had from eight to noon every Saturday, and he'd fought
too damn hard to miss his chance with the forge and tools.

He had finished up a set of andirons and then started a set

of decorative bars for windows when his alarm rang, letting
him know his time was almost up and he needed to tear
down.

He grabbed a towel, wiped himself down, turned the

furnaces down, and locked his shit in his locker. Man, he was
feeling well-rested, loose. Pretty damn good.

There was a missed call from Simon on his cell, but no

message left.

He called the number back, pulling his T-shirt on, whistling

away.

"Simon Larson."
"Good morning, sir." He grabbed his hat and headed out

into the sunshine. "How're you doin' this morning?"

"Jeremy." Simon sounded happy to hear from him. "I was

hoping to feed you breakfast."

"I haven't eaten yet." He grinned, dug his keys out of his

pocket. "I had to come in to work on my steel. Those four-
hour slots are like gold."

"Well, then, come on back to the house and I'll make you

my special."

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"Sounds like a plan. You need me to pick anything up on

the way?" He swung into the truck, lower back muscles
groaning.

"No, shopping is Tuesday evenings."
Tuesday evenings, huh? Organized fella. He was a little

catch is as catch can. "I'll be there in ten."

"Breakfast and I will be waiting." There was something

sultry in Simon's voice.

He hung up, headed across town, singing at the top of his

lungs.

Simon answered the door in an apron that exhorted him to

"Kiss the Cook", and a bright smile. "You look good enough to
eat! Come on in."

"Thank you, sir." He nodded happily. Simon did have a

nice place.

Simon closed and locked the door behind him, leading him

back to the kitchen, where it smelled like someone had been
baking. "So you were working?"

"Yes, sir. I finished a project and started some more."
"Do you have any pieces displayed anywhere?" Simon

went to the stove and flipped two very thick pieces of French
toast before grabbing a saucepan and pouring the thick
chocolate liquid into two large mugs. They were each given a
dollop of whipped cream and a sprinkle of cinnamon.

"I do, believe it or not. I have sold quite a few. How can I

help?"

"Just sit, I'm almost done."
There was a little nook with a small table, windows

overlooking a tree-filled backyard. Simon put the hot

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chocolate on the table first, and then plated the French toast,
adding more whipped cream and cinnamon to it.

"Peach-stuffed French toast. With egg substitute." It was

set down in front of him with a flourish.

"Oh, man. That's like heaven..." Was he drooling?
Simon beamed. "I'm a bit of closet chef."
"It smells so good. So fucking good." He was drooling. For

real.

"Hopefully it'll taste just as good." Simon picked up his

cutlery, but was obviously waiting for him to start.

He dug in, stomach snarling, focus on the sweet and rich

and, "Oh..."

Simon beamed. "Good?"
"God, yes. Luscious."
Nodding, Simon started in on his own. "Try the hot

chocolate, too. It's decadent."

"You're spoiling me." He drank deep, cock actually filling at

the heat, the sweetness.

"Tit for tat, then, as you spoiled me last night."
"Did I?" Jeremy mostly remembered just treating the man

with the care he deserved.

"Yes." Simon's voice went husky, dark like the hot

chocolate. "It was glorious."

"Yes, it was." He'd enjoyed it thoroughly.
"I was hoping we'd have a chance to be a little more

adventurous today. Wax you down, play with the ropes, a
dildo or two." There was heat in Simon's eyes.

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"I don't have to be at work tonight." He worked

Wednesday through Friday right now, with the promise of
more hours.

"That's a yes." Simon went back to eating, looking

extremely pleased.

"Yes." He dug back in, enjoying himself thoroughly.
Simon's foot found his leg under the table, the man played

an expert game of footsie under the table with him. He
chuckled, playing back, finishing his breakfast.

Simon's foot slid up along the inside of his legs, moving

slowly. "If you'll do the dishes, I'll see if I've got a waxing kit
here or if we're going to need to go out."

"How much do you want to wax?" He wasn't sure he was

fond of this idea...

"Well." Simon grinned. "All of it, but I'll settled for your

chest and pubic area for today—or we can forgo it and you
can experience firsthand what the ropes will do with your
hair."

"I ... I'm not sure how comfortable I am waxing."
"Oh? All the more reason to do it."
"How do you figure?"
"Because that's what it's all about, isn't it? Pushing past

boundaries, exploring things that make you uncomfortable."

"It's sort of emasculating, a little bit, you know?" He did

like to get things out in the open.

Simon's held tilted. "Why do you think so?"
He thought about it. "Well, I mean, can't you remember

being a kid, waiting for the hair, knowing that meant you
were becoming a man?"

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"Fair enough, but once you got your height, your bulk,

surely things like hair on your chest became less important? I
mean look at bodybuilders, athletes. Those men are the
epitome of manly, and they shave their bodies."

"Yeah, but I'm not." He was an artisan, a blacksmith.

Something masculine and rough. Hairy. He wasn't saying no,
but he wasn't sure.

"Then today we don't wax you, give you a chance to see

how the hair pulls and distracts."

"Okay. I'm sorry, I'm just not sure how I feel about this

and, honestly, you and I haven't..." He shrugged, hand open.
"Worked out what's what between us yet."

Simon inclined his head again. "We haven't. Though

certainly we are compatible, and figuring these things out is
our next step, isn't it?"

"Absolutely. Last night was good. Very good." He offered

Simon a smile.

Simon sat back, seeming to relax at that. "I suppose first

things first would translate to, what's your safeword?"

"Parachute." He figured he'd never need that word in

normal conversation.

"Parachute, very good." Simon started clearing the table.

"I'd like to do a scene with ropes with you, but if you would
prefer something more ... active, I'm open to that."

"You've been real decent about compromising so far, sir.

I'd like to do what you want."

"Thank you." Simon's smile was happy, eager. Really

eager.

He held out his hand, just wanting that touch, the contact.

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Simon came over and took his hand, fingers twining with

his. "I think you'll be surprised by the ropes, Jeremy." Then a
soft kiss was pressed to his lips. "I'm glad you're giving them
a chance."

"Thank you for the chance, honey." He stared at Simon,

fascinated.

"You've had enough to eat? You're ready? Do you need to

be relaxed first?" Simon drew him up, led him toward the
stairs, hand still holding his.

"Do you want me to shower first? I've been sweating all

morning."

"Mmm ... I like the smell of a man." Simon's eyes

twinkled. "That would be a no."

He blushed deep, that smile surprisingly intimate, heated.
"Mmm..." Simon leaned in and kissed his cheek.
Then they were back at Simon's bedroom. The bed had

been made and the red ropes from the night before, along
with the dildo, were sitting on the side table.

"You'll have to let me know, sir, what you expect."
"I want you to enjoy yourself. I expect you to obey my

commands to the best of your ability." Simon's fingers began
to work open his shirt.

"Yes, sir." That was easy enough.
"You may undress me as well—I like to work in the nude."
He nodded, focusing on the beautiful, lean muscles, the

fine form. Simon appeared to be equally focused on him,
fingers trailing over his muscles as they were revealed. The
touches left tingles behind, sensitizing his skin.

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It was easy, working with Simon, stripping the surprisingly

fit body, admiring it again. Simon was hard, his prick bobbing
as they undressed and touched each other.

Leaning forward, Simon kissed one of his nipples, and then

the other. "Would you like to use the bathroom before we
begin?"

"Yeah, I guess I'd better, huh?" He grinned and went off to

do his business, wash his face, his hands, his cock and balls.

When he got back, Simon was sitting in the middle of the

bed, playing with the red rope, wrapping it around his arm.

He chuckled and moved over, leaning in and stealing a

quick kiss. Simon looked happy, eyes shining, and his stolen
kiss was turned into two and then three before Simon moved
to the end of the bed.

"Kneel in the middle of the bed for me, please."
"Yes, sir." He knelt, swaying a little bit on the mattress.
"You are stunning." Simon's fingers moved over his skin,

the rope trailing along behind them.

His chin ducked and he flexed, wanting Simon to approve,

to want him.

Simon groaned, hand flattening over his pecs. "Do that

again."

Jeremy groaned and stretched, muscles flexing hard.
"Oh, I was right—you're going to look amazing in my

ropes, muscles working..." Leaning in, Simon licked his right
nipple.

His nipple drew up, cock jerking and starting to fill. Simon

blew on that nipple, and then moved to the other one, pulling
it in between hot lips.

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"Damn..." He reached out, touching Simon's head.
"Mmm ... I want you hard, eager. The ropes will feel

delicious against your sensitized skin."

"It's not going to be tough—getting hard."
"Good. Good." Simon smiled up at him, hand sliding down

to cup his balls before circling his cock.

His thighs spread instinctively, immediately for that hand.
"Very nice." Simon stroked him a few times and then

stopped, dragging some rope over his shoulder.

"What do I do?" He didn't know where to put his hands.
"Hmm..." Simon moved back a bit, looking him up and

down. "Put your hands behind your head. Like I'm arresting
you." Simon winked.

He chuckled, a flash of nerves and arousal zipping up his

spine, even as he moved his hands. "Do I have to call you
'Officer'?"

"Oh, that could be fun, couldn't it?"
Damn, that little, mischievous grin did it for him. Simon

was having fun, playing with him, enjoying this.

Still smiling, Simon wrapped the end of the rope around

his upper right arm. "Look at how the red looks against your
skin.

"It's different." The rope was softer than he'd expected.
"It's beautiful." Simon kissed his muscle. "You're

beautiful."

"Thank you." He couldn't help his moan.
Simon began to wrap the rope down his arm before going

across the back of his head to the other arm and then down
across his chest, bisecting his nipple. He took a deep breath,

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the rope rolling on his skin, stinging a bit. Simon gave him a
grin and moved the rope slightly. It caught in his chest hair
and pulled.

He bit back his curse, eyes meeting Simon's. They twinkled

up at him, and Simon shifted the rope again.

"Fuck. You're doing that on purpose."
Simon's laugh was husky and sweet. "I am."
He grinned, tickled. "Evil bastard."
Simon only nodded and tweaked the rope again, dragging

it over his nipple and catching a bunch of hairs.

Then the binding continued, the rope going around his

waist a couple of times before circling his prick. He watched,
cock full and stiff, straining against the ropes. The red was
wrapped twice around his cock and then moved out around
his right thigh.

"It feels good." He started shifting, body trying to balance

his weight.

"You look fantastic." Simon's hand wrapped around his

prick, stroking, fingers sliding across the tip.

"I..." He started sliding, muscles jerking as he tried to

catch himself with bound arms.

Simon was there to catch him, arms wrapping around his

chest and slowly lowering him to the mattress.

He blinked, surprisingly unnerved and off-balance. "Thank

you, sir."

"Mmm ... you're quite welcome."
Simon finished his binding by wrapping the rope around

his left leg, all the way to the ankle.

"This is more intense than I expected."

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"Ropes seem easy, simple, until you experience them."

Simon's fingers were sliding over his skin now, the ropes
interrupting the hot touches.

"Yeah. It's a little unnerving."
Simon's fingers slid along his cheeks and he was given a

soft kiss. "I'm right here."

"Thank you, sir." He moved, shifted closer, wincing as the

rope tugged his skin.

"You need to be still."
Simon's hands went back to roaming, the man's gaze

holding his eyes. Jeremy nodded, but it was harder than it
sounded. His body was beginning to shift without his
permission.

Simon's fingers flicked across his left nipple. He jerked,

moaning as the ropes tugged.

"Staying still is harder than expected, hmm?"
"Yeah. Yeah." He was actually a little tense.
Simon began to press soft, warm kisses on his skin, using

the rope as a guide.

Slowly he started to relax, to ease up, which helped. Hell,

it helped a lot.

"That's it, Jeremy. Good job." A long lick slicked up one

side of his cock.

"Thank you." Oh, yes.
Simon hummed, tongue flicking its way down the other

side of his prick.

His muscles jerked, the ropes tugging, hard. "Damn."
"Shh. Shh." One of his balls was sucked into the heat of

Simon's mouth.

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"Oh. Easier ... easier said than done." He grinned, wanting

to spread his legs, give Simon more.

Simon's laughter was warm as it brushed across his balls.

Every time he relaxed, Simon touched him and he twisted, or
shifted, or groaned. His skin was super-sensitized by Simon's
fingers and lips and tongue, the ropes becoming another
touch, each shift of his body making them scream along his
skin.

"Simon. Simon, damn." He arched, the ropes tugging at

him.

That sweet tongue flicked across the head of his prick, and

then pushed into the slit. White hot light shot up his spine
and he arched, fighting the ropes instinctively as he tried to
move. Simon hummed happily, tongue fucking his slit now,
pointed and hot and pushing into him. Warm fingers cupped
his balls, slid over them.

"Jesus fuck." He couldn't find a comfortable spot, couldn't

find a place to rest, to catch his breath.

"Relax into the ropes, Jeremy. You can't control any of

this, so stop trying."

"I'm trying." He panted, staring at Simon with a half-grin.

"You're something else, sir."

"That's what I like to hear." Those pretty eyes were

twinkling up at him again. "And I was right—you look
amazing in my ropes."

"Yeah?" He found himself relaxing a little, muscles settling.
"God, yes." That wicked tongue traced the veins on his

prick.

"That's not helping me relax..."

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Simon grinned. "It's not my job to help you relax." Oh,

butter wouldn't melt in that mouth. He might, though,
Simon's mouth wrapping around the head of his cock,
sucking.

"Oh..." He stilled, stared at that amazing mouth.
The sucking continued, Simon's tongue pushing into his slit

at the same time now, the two sensations becoming huge
together.

"Oh, God." He groaned, eyes closing. He'd never ... That

was something ... Damn. He'd never had his cock fucked.
"Please, sir. So good."

Simon hummed, the sound vibrating through his flesh, and

the sucking and tongue-fucking continued, driving him higher
and higher. Jeremy was lost, bucking and groaning, head
tossing.

Simon started moving the ropes, tugging on them and

shifting them, making them rub against his skin. Jeremy
called out, tugging, the skin pulling on his shoulders, his
wrists.

His head beginning to bob, Simon's suction became

stronger. That eased the pressure of the tongue in his prick,
though, and Jeremy wasn't sure if he was disappointed or
relieved. Now he could breathe, think about the sensation.

Simon sucked him like there was nothing better in the

world, fingers alternately playing with his balls, bringing
straight pleasure, and with the ropes, bringing burns and
pinches.

"Gonna. I am. Damn."

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Simon's bobbing changed for a moment to a nodding

motion, and then became faster, the suction even more
fierce.

"Thank you." He jerked, eyes rolling back as his balls drew

up, come pouring out of him into that amazing mouth.

Simon drank him down, hand cupping his balls as they

emptied.

Oh, he was so very, very happily fucked.
Simon pulled off him slowly and then leaned over him.

Working his own cock, Simon looked him over, admiring him.
Simon's free hand reached out and slid over his pecs, his
belly and hips.

"So fine, sir." He groaned, just melted.
"Oh!" Simon jerked, come spilling out over his hand and

landing on Jeremy's belly.

His prick jerked a little; if he hadn't come already, he

might have shot again.

Simon's fingers slid through the come, rubbing it into his

skin. "So lovely, Jeremy. So sexy."

Then Simon began to work the rope off, hands sliding over

his skin as the rope was unwrapped, massaging his skin.

"Mmm. That's something." Something special.
"So you liked my ropes after all, hmm?"
"They weren't what I expected." Better, in some ways;

definitely more intense.

"A lot of people expect the ropes to be all about tying

wrists and ankles to bedposts. And that can be fun, too, but
as I've said, no doubt more than once, I think of them more
as an art."

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Simon finished wrapping the rope up, and laid it on the

floor before coming to lie with him. "I hope you'd like to see
more, experience more."

He pulled Simon in close, enjoying the feel of their bodies

together. "I think I'd have to say yes to that offer, honey. I
surely do."

"Then you've made me a very happy man." Simon stroked

his chest, his belly, relaxed and easy against him.

He grinned, petting that fine, fine man. Man, he was

having a very good day.

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Chapter Four

Simon made his way to the Hammer, checking his watch

to make sure he was on time. Almost to the second.
Excellent. He didn't want Jeremy to think he wasn't interested
in their date, nor did he want to appear too eager.

Because he was. Too eager, that was.
But Jeremy was ... well, he was everything all of the subs

Simon had worked with weren't.

They'd agreed to meet for dinner at the Hammer on a

Tuesday, which worked, as Jeremy wasn't working. He was
hoping the man would come home with him and they could
have some fun.

Now that he'd been touched, he couldn't imagine how he'd

managed to go so long without. Not that he hadn't been
touched before, but Jeremy made it clear he wanted to do it,
and that it wasn't just all about Jeremy.

Grinning, Simon let himself in with his card—Tuesday night

wasn't busy enough to have a doorman. He saw Jeremy
almost immediately, the big man up on a ladder, working on
a neon sign while Xavier supervised.

Look at that ass.
He swallowed and licked his lips, his prick going hard

immediately. He should have worn jeans. They wouldn't have
shown his need as much as his dress pants did.

"Simon. Good evening. I'm borrowing your date. Your

boy?" Xavier's eyes were twinkling.

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"Hey, honey. Give me two shakes; I'm tightening some

bolts."

He shot Xavier a look and waved his finger at the man,

and then turned his attention to Jeremy. "Two shakes of
what?" he asked, turning his eyes up toward the man, flirting.

"My momma'd say a dead lamb's tail." The few people in

the club laughed.

"Well, I hope it won't take you that long; God only knows

where I'd find a dead lamb's tail to shake!"

Jeremy's laughter echoed, just booming, and all the twinks

stared, eyes adoring. Of course, he might have been doing
some adoring himself. Jeremy really was a stud.

Xavier wandered over, grinning. "Pity he's not a top,

hmm? We could hire him out to every sub wannabe on earth."

"Oh, no, I think him not being a top works out very well."

He watched the way Jeremy's arm muscles bunched and
released. "Very well."

"You're going to be the most envied guy in the place."
"I almost envy myself." He gave Xavier a wink.
Xavier laughed, clapping him on the back.
"Have you got something decadent for supper tonight,

Xavier?" Something a man might feed his lover..."

"Tonight is pasta with wine sauce, chicken teriyaki, or

steak kebabs."

"Oh, those all sound good." Simon smiled up at Jeremy.

"You been missing decent steak, Jeremy?"

"That sounds perfect, honey. Hell, I might eat two

servings. Xavier, flip the switch for me?"

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"And then put some steaks on the grill." Simon settled

against the wall, watching as Jeremy finished helping Xavier
out.

Jeremy climbed down, grinning at him. "Let me clean up

and put my good shirt on, honey, and I'll kiss you hello."

"If I get to watch you change into the good shirt, you've

got a deal."

That smile broadened. Jeremy nodded to him. "Come on,

then. It's on a hanger in the break room."

He followed Jeremy, still watching that ass, his prick

making walking uncomfortable. It was totally worth it.

Jeremy held the door open for him. "How's your day been,

beautiful?"

"Productive, actually." He'd worked twice as hard as usual

to make sure his evening was clear. He tried not to preen at
being called beautiful by this very beautiful man. "How about
your day?"

"Not bad at all. I had classes, worked in the shop, made

some neat things. Been looking forward to tonight, mostly."
Jeremy lathered up, washing the grease and dust from his
fingers.

"We'll have a good meal, anyway." He was a little

distracted by the sight in front of him.

"We'll have a good meal, a good talk." Jeremy dried his

hands. "Maybe you'll ask me to dance."

"You dance, too?"
"Well, not well, but I enjoy it."
"Someone should pinch me. I really must be dreaming."

Not that he wanted to wake up if he was.

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That pristine white shirt was shrugged on, then Jeremy

faced him, belly covered in the thin undershirt. "Nah. Just
having a good time. Hey, beautiful. Can I kiss you?"

Something warm bloomed inside him and he nodded,

opening his arms. "I wish you would."

That smile set him on fire; the first soft, sweet kiss made

him moan. Then he got a second kiss, Jeremy's hand cupping
his head. He felt precious, cherished, and he opened his
mouth wider, inviting Jeremy in. The kiss went deeper,
Jeremy solid and hot against him, one hand sliding down his
back. He pressed close, hands moving around to hold onto
the wide, solid shoulders.

"You taste good." Jeremy rocked them together, hips

pushing against him rhythmically.

"Mmm ... so do you." He stilled, dragging his hands over

Jeremy's body until he could grab the man's hips. "And we
should wait." It would be a good exercise for both of them.

"Sadist." The word was wrapped in a laugh. Jeremy pulled

back and buttoned up his shirt.

"Anticipation and need will make everything taste better."
Simon took Jeremy's hand and led him back to the dining

room. Jeremy seemed to know everyone already, chatting
and laughing, never letting go of his hand. They sat near the
stage, though Simon didn't know if anyone was playing
tonight or not. It felt good, being with Jeremy, and he
couldn't stop smiling. Jeremy stretched out those long legs,
relaxing back as the server came up and asked Simon for
their drink order.

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"We'll have a bottle of red to go with our steak kabobs.

Oh, and the brie tarts to start, please."

"Can I have a big old glass of water, too? I'm parched."
Simon nodded. "For both of us, please."
When their little waiter went to put in their order, he

turned back to Jeremy and smiled. Sexy, studly. And with
him. "So, you worked on some pieces today?"

"I did. I'm doing some custom cuffs for Bryon and Ally and

a couple more andirons. Those are very popular."

"Do you do something special with them?" He thought he'd

like to go see Jeremy at work.

"They're just handcrafted. People like that they're one of a

kind, hand-hammered."

"And maybe they like the hand that hammers them,

hmmm?" He picked up Jeremy's hand, sliding his fingers over
smooth skin and calluses.

"Oh, I doubt that." There were amazing flat burn scars, a

number of slices—Jeremy's hand fascinated him. "It would
make a difference to me." He stroked Jeremy's palm.

Fingers curled around his touch. "You are something else,

honey."

"Me?" He looked up from Jeremy's hand, meeting the

man's gaze.

"You. One hundred percent."
He was caught in Jeremy's gaze, in the way the man made

him feel. Jeremy was leaning in, lips brushing his, when a
familiar, unwelcome voice sounded.

"Oh, found someone else already, lover?"

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"Wallace." He turned, trying not to tense up. The sub had

dumped him; he didn't owe the man anything.

Jeremy's eyes were suddenly hard, ice-cold, but the man

stood, held out one hand to shake. "Jeremy Pinchon.
Pleased."

When Wallace didn't take Jeremy's hand or introduce

himself, Simon finished the introductions. "This is Wallace
Allanby. We were ... together for a short while." That
beautiful skin was sweetly pale, but he could see now, in
Wallace's eyes, that the boy was spoiled, phony.

"Hey, man. How's it going?"
"What? You couldn't find a pretty boy to fuck, so you're

bottoming with Gigantor, here, Sy?"

Jeremy actually growled.
Simon took a quick breath, his whole body going tight.

"What I do in bed is none of your business anymore,
Wallace." Hell, Wallace had never cared what Simon did in
bed, only about what he could do for the little minx. "And
you'll apologize for your insult to Jeremy."

"Fuck you, Simon."
Jeremy puffed up, towering over Wallace, fists clenched.

"That's your second warning, asshole. Don't think that I will
not rip your fucking arm off and beat you with it."

Simon felt sick to his stomach, his pleasure in the evening

gone, stolen away. "Just take your poisonous attitude and go,
Wallace." How come he hadn't seen what a jerk the boy was
before?

Before Wallace could open his mouth, Jeremy stepped

forward, leaned in, and whispered a very few words.

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Whatever was said was enough to make Wallace go ghost
white and turn and run.

Simon reached out and touched Jeremy's arm, fingers

sliding on the white shirt. "I'm sorry. I didn't expect him to be
here." He'd forgotten all about Wallace, really.

Jeremy snorted, rolled his eyes. "So long as I ain't

poaching on another man's lover, beautiful, he's nothing to
me."

Simon snorted. "He made it very clear I wasn't what he

wanted. I think I actually got a lucky break there." He
squeezed Jeremy's arm and took a deep breath, trying to
regain his composure, his joy in the evening.

"I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm not." Jeremy looked at him,

smiled. "It's cool, Simon. There's nothing but good here."

He met that smile with one of his own, only a little shaky

at that. "I'm glad I'm here with you tonight, and not him."

"Lord, me, too. I might've had to stand at the door and

watch and want."

"Who would have caught your eye, do you think?" He

looked around to see who all was here tonight.

"You. I like how you give a shit. I like how you're strong. I

like the way your ass looks in slacks."

His heart gave a stutter, warmth blooming in his belly

again, echoed by the rise of his cock. "Oh." He reached up
and stroked Jeremy's cheek. "Let's have our dinner, Jeremy.
Let's have our evening."

"Hell, yes." Jeremy leaned down into his touch, sensual

and eager.

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Sliding his fingers through Jeremy's hair, he pulled the

man down a little further and pressed their lips together.

Jeremy kissed him, tongue sliding over his lips, tasting

him.

Oh, yes, that was what he needed, exactly what he needed

to push the unpleasantness from his mind.

A soft clearing of the throat parted them, their waiter there

with drinks and brie tarts.

"Mmm. Sorry, man. I was getting all caught up."
"I know the feeling." He patted Jeremy's chest and sat,

looking forward to the food, to the dancing. And most of all to
the company.

The brie was luscious, rich and creamy, and he enjoyed

watching Jeremy devour bite after bite. The man had a
beautiful mouth, more so because Simon knew how it tasted.
Then the kebobs came, and the beef on the skewers proved
to be tender and delicious. Jeremy kept him entertained, kept
him laughing and relaxed and thoroughly enjoying himself.

"Can I get you some dessert?" their waiter asked as he

cleared their plates.

"Later." He turned to Jeremy. "I believe you wanted a

dance?"

"Oh yes, please, sir." That readiness made his cock hard

all over again.

He stood and held his hand out to Jeremy, eager and

happy. Jeremy stood, hand sliding into his, looking right at
him. They moved out onto the floor, the music soft and slow.
Jeremy moved with him, nice and easy, letting him lead.

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They waltzed for a song or two, and then he moved closer,

holding Jeremy's hips. He felt Jeremy's moan more than
heard it. He laid his head on Jeremy's shoulder; they fit just
right together.

"Oh, you've ruined me for life, beautiful. Swear to God."
Simon leaned his head back to look up into Jeremy's eyes.

"I think it's the other way around."

"That works too, honey."
"Come home with me?" He suddenly wanted to be

somewhere far more private.

"Yes."
"Cool." Grinning, he took Jeremy's hand again, led him

from the dance floor, and headed for the door. "They'll put
dinner on my tab."

"Are you sure? I can pay my half."
"I'm sure—I invited you to dinner. Besides, I don't want to

take the time to sort it all out." He felt like a giddy teenager,
too horny to wait.

"That is a perfectly good reason. Are you driving?"
"Yes." They got out the door and he pointed across the

street to where he'd parked the Mustang. "Though I wouldn't
be averse to a dark alley." He waggled his eyebrows at
Jeremy.

"That'd get my good shirt dirty, honey."
"I imagine I could make it worth your while." They crossed

the street and he opened the car doors, slipping in and
waiting until Jeremy was buckled to peel out into the street.

"I do love watching you drive." Jeremy hooted, applauding

a little.

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Laughing, he sped them through the streets, careful to

keep his eyes on the road. He wanted to get home fast, but in
one piece. They zipped through the city, heading to his
house, the last bit of tension from seeing Wallace fading
away.

He wished he could say he was going to invite Jeremy in,

offer the man a drink, and take things slowly, but the dancing
had left him wanting in the worst way. Or maybe that was the
best way.

Simon pulled up into his driveway and stopped the car,

reaching over to touch Jeremy's muscled thigh. "I want you."

"Good, because I've been thinking on you all day." God,

that grin...

"What I have in mind doesn't involve thinking. At all."

Simon laughed, feeling horny and light, easy in his bones. He
got out of the car and headed for the house, trusting Jeremy
was right behind him. Those hands cupped his ass, squeezing
a bit, reinforcing that trust.

He managed not to fumble with the key, getting them in

with as little to-do as possible. And then he turned and
pushed Jeremy up against the closed door, leaning up against
the broad chest for a kiss. Those huge arms flexed and he
was drawn up, the kiss going deep.

Moaning into the kiss, he held onto Jeremy's shoulders. He

could feel the heat of Jeremy's body, the hardness of
Jeremy's need matching his own. Jeremy humped against
him, moaning deep into his kiss. He rubbed back, Jeremy's
ass hitting the door with a noisy thump, thump, thump. He
wanted; Jeremy brought out such need in him.

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"Bed, honey. Please. You and me."
"Yeah." He found the strength to back away, grabbing

Jeremy's hand and leading them up the stairs to his bedroom.
"I want to have you. I want to watch your ass move as I fill
you."

"Oh..." Jeremy rippled, muscles working. "Yes, sir."
He began to unbutton Jeremy's lovely white shirt, making

a happy little noise as all those magnificent muscles came
into view. Jeremy worked his belt open, his waistband. He
sucked in his belly, giving Jeremy's large hands room to work.

"Beautiful man." Jeremy rumbled softly, stripping him with

smooth, confident motions.

Every time Jeremy called him beautiful, he fell a little more

for the man.

Soon they were both naked and he was groaning, fingers

on the warm skin. "This weekend you'll let me wax you."

"Will I?"
"Yes, you will." He flicked at one nipple, then the other,

smiling up at Jeremy. "You will."

Those nipples tightened for him, grew dark. Groaning, he

leaned in, taking one between his lips and tugging. Jeremy
tasted good, smelled good, felt so warm against him as he
moved close.

"Damn." Jeremy arched a little, pushing up into his lips.
He slid his hands around Jeremy's body, grabbing that

awesome ass.

"Simon. Want you fucking bad." Jeremy growled against

his lips.

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"I know. I can feel you." Jeremy's cock was hard, leaking

against his belly. He drew one hand down and wrapped it
around the heated length, groaning at how good it felt in his
hand.

Jeremy moaned, arching into the touch, body begging him

for more. He pressed his thumb against the wet slit, pushing
it open a little. He watched Jeremy's face while he did it,
eager to see the effects in those eyes.

His lover was fascinated, hunger and need and a bit of

shock in that face. He'd bet no one had threatened to fuck
that heavy cock, to fill it. He stayed right there, rubbing his
thumb around Jeremy's head and then pressing against that
slit, one, then the other, and then over again. He could smell
Jeremy's need, could feel it in the heat and hardness he held.

"Bed," he finally growled when he couldn't take it

anymore. "Hands and knees. I want you."

"Yes, sir. Yes, please." Jeremy moved quickly, all those

muscles spreading for him, all that strength offered over.

He grabbed a condom and the lube from the bookcase

next to the bed and climbed up behind Jeremy, smacking the
pretty ass as he settled between Jeremy's legs.

He got a wiggle and a grin in response. "All yours."
"That's what I like to hear." He slicked up his fingers and

worked one into Jeremy, moving slowly, savoring the need
that throbbed in his cock with his heartbeat and the way
Jeremy's body grasped at his finger, all heat and velvety soft
walls inside.

Jeremy moved, rocking into his touch, riding him.

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He pushed a second finger in with the first, his free hand

sliding down to play with Jeremy's balls, with the long, hard
prick. Those thick thighs spread wide, balls swinging. He
played with Jeremy's slit as he pushed a third finger in,
resting his forehead against one amazing ass cheek.

"Oh..." Size queen. Pretty man.
"Have you ever been fisted?"
"No. No, fuck no. Not yet."
That had Simon moaning, his cock jerking and leaving a

wet spot on his belly. "I'll do it to you one day." Maybe soon—
they were moving so quickly. Jeremy was turning him inside
out and upside down.

"Oh, Jesus. You're gonna make me come, beautiful. Be

careful."

"You need a ring, Jeremy? I want you to come on my

cock."

"You either better do that or don't talk no more, sir."
He loved that just the things he said could make Jeremy

need that much. And he liked talking, so he gave Jeremy's
ass a nice little smack and then slid off the bed. He was sure
there was a ring somewhere ... and, sure enough, there it
was next to the ropes he'd left up here.

"I'm not going to be able to stay quiet," he admitted as he

fitted the leather around Jeremy's prick.

The fat cock jerked, swelled around the ring. "You're the

hottest man ever."

He moaned softly. "I like the things that come out of your

mouth, too." Then he was back up behind Jeremy again,
teasing his covered prick across that wrinkled flesh. "Such a

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pretty little hole. I can't wait to see how wide we can stretch
it."

"Oh, God." Jeremy jerked, a dark flush climbing up the

broad spine.

"Gonna stretch your other hole, too." He reached around

and rubbed his fingers over the slit of Jeremy's cock, and
then pushed the head of his own prick into Jeremy's hot, slick
asshole.

"Simon!" Jeremy's head went back, that amazing body

rippling almost violently around him.

"Yes!" As soon as Jeremy's body stilled, he sank all the

way in, burying himself until his hips were snugged up tight
against Jeremy's ass.

"You like the thought of that. The thought of being filled

inside your ass and your cock."

"I. Yeah. Yes, sir. Fuck."
"That's what we're doing." He began to move, slowly

working his cock out and back into Jeremy's beautiful body.

His hands grasped Jeremy's hips, beginning to tug him

back onto each thrust. His lover moved like a dream, body
tight around his cock, riding him, squeezing him. He watched
Jeremy's ass move, watched the strong muscles in Jeremy's
back work. Simply gorgeous.

As he got closer, the sensation building slowly in his spine

as he fucked Jeremy, he reached down and tugged off the
ring.

"With me," he whispered, his hand stroking.
"Thank you. Yes, sir. With you. Oh." Jeremy's body milked

his cock, demanding his orgasm.

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He cried out, hips snapping as it overtook him. He

shuddered and filled the condom, leaning over Jeremy's back
when he was done.

"Oh, lord. So keeping you."
He patted Jeremy's thigh. "Good, because I'm keeping

you."

"Cool." Jeremy relaxed under him, giving him all those

muscles to use as a mattress.

He groaned as his prick slid out, but he got rid of the

condom and settled back in. "Can you stay 'til morning?"

"I can. You comfortable, honey?"
"I am. Very." He patted Jeremy's hip. "Are you?" He'd give

up his muscle mattress if he had to, though the warmth and
strength beneath him were intoxicating.

The answer he received was a low, happy rumble.
He patted Jeremy again, letting his eyes close, letting the

heat and scent of Jeremy's body lull him to sleep.

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Chapter Five

Working the door wasn't bad, for the most part. He let

members in, checked the IDs of their guests. Nodded to the
ones he knew, introduced himself to the ones he didn't. Tried
not to be weirded out by the subs who didn't speak or look
anywhere but down.

Normal stuff.
Of course, when the group of six swaying university boys

in their maroon and black regalia headed over, Jeremy knew
there was fixin' to be trouble.

He puffed up, watched and waited for it.
"This a bar, man?"
He tilted his head, looking at the group. They were young,

muscled, big enough to be a problem together. Football.
"Private club. Sorry."

One of them, a sharp-featured, lean man with wire-

rimmed glasses, offered him a grin. "Sorry, man. Let's go,
guys."

"Uh-uh. I want in. This is one of them bathhouses, ain't it?

A fag joint?" Big, Broad, and Stupid stepped forward, the
stench unbearable.

"This is a private establishment, y'all. Without an

invitation, you're shit out of luck."

"Oh, a fag cowboy." One of the kids reached out, grabbing

for his Stetson, and he jerked back.

He so didn't think so.

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"Guys! Dude! Let's go!" Dark and Sharp looked a little

embarrassed, grabbing Big and Dumb's arm. "Mike. Come
on."

'Mike' turned around. "Don't touch me, Dusty. Fucking

asshole. I told you, you're my cousin, not my fucking friend.
You're here because Dad is paying me to be nice to your foul
ass."

"Fuck you." The kid turned like he was going to stomp off,

and then stumbled, bumping into one of the others and
spilling the beer the guy was holding.

Jeremy braced himself and got ready to wade in, in case

the shit hit the fan.

There was a loud crack from behind him, the sound

quieting them all. Xavier stood in the doorway, a thick bat in
hand. "Now, boys. You've been asked nicely to move along.
You can do that, or I can start cracking heads. I've called the
cops, but it'll be ten, fifteen minutes before they get here and
I'm pretty sure I can do a whole lot of damage before that
happens."

Jeremy relaxed a little, knowing that someone had his

back. The sharp-faced one, Dusty, backed off, cheeks flushed.

"Sorry. I'm sorry."
Mike didn't look like he was ready to forgive anyone.

"Maybe you should let Dusty in. He's a fag like the rest of
you."

A throat cleared from beyond the group of kids. "Excuse

me." Oh, now, he knew that voice. It was Simon.

"Mike Lancaster, is that you? Peter's boy? I had a meeting

with your father just the other day. He was telling me how

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proud he was of you." One of Simon's eyebrows had gone up,
and his tone implied that "Peter" would not be proud of Mike's
behavior at the moment.

Oh, fine, amazing man. Jeremy just thought the world of

the fine bastard.

Simon didn't back down one bit, even when Mike moved

into his space and glowered. "You should go back to your frat
house and finish your evening out there. That way nobody
risks getting thrown in the drunk tank. Do you have a
designated driver among you? I have cash for a taxi if you
don't."

It turned out they did have a designated driver, and

between Dusty and the sober one, they got their friends
moving along.

Xavier chuckled. "The little goateed one? He'll be back

within a month and end up over someone's knee on a leash."

"I do believe you're right, Xavier. Of course, the long odds

are on Mike showing up again on his own. He'll be back if he
thinks he can do it without anyone finding out." Then Simon
was smiling up at him. "Hello, Jeremy."

"Hey, beautiful. You have amazing timing." He grinned

down, nodded.

Simon beamed up at him, hand coming out to stroke over

his pecs. "I'll have even better timing if your shift ends
soon..."

Xavier chuckled. "Go. You've been a very good bouncer."
"Thank you, sir. I appreciate it." He grinned down at

Simon. "So, are you wanting to start our evening here?"

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"We can if you like, although I must admit, I wouldn't mind

having dinner in a different setting. Not that I don't love the
Hammer." Simon nodded to Xavier.

"I'm ready, then, sir. I have my wallet." He took Simon's

offered arm and waved as Xavier went in, closing the door
behind him.

"Do you have any preference as to what type of restaurant

we go to?" Simon began to walk down the road to where he
could see the man's Mustang.

"No, sir. I'm easy." Footloose. Fancy free.
"Then let's go to the Blue Crown. They've got good food

and an open air patio—it's a lovely evening."

"Sounds perfect. Are ... are you still free tomorrow,

beautiful? I cleared my schedule 'til Monday."

Simon beamed up at him. "I am. Although I may have

plans. For you."

Jeremy felt his cheeks heat, his body tightening from

Simon's words. He could remember that voice promising him
the most filthy, amazing things.

"The pub's just around the corner. We can eat and then

come back for my car."

Simon kept his hand where it was on Jeremy's arm, not

seeming to care who saw them together.

"Sounds perfect." He thumped his prick carefully so that it

went down, and hummed as they wandered.

Simon laughed softly. "Now, now, Jeremy. That's my job."
He bumped shoulders with Simon, grinning. "Gotta keep

things under control, huh? 'Fore I get us in trouble."

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"We're almost there. We could go to the bathroom before

we settle at a table..." Look at those wicked eyes.

"Evil man." It made him so fucking hot.
"I do my best." Simon's head ducked, but not before he

saw a wicked little smile to match the look in the man's eyes.

He wanted to lean down, kiss that spot on the back of

Simon's neck.

They turned the corner and there was the pub with its

patio. There were flowers and small potted trees, and only a
few tables free. "Do we need to use the bathroom?" Simon
asked him, shooting him a glance from beneath his
eyelashes.

"Sir..." He moaned, staring, not sure, suddenly, what to

do.

Simon smiled and patted his arm before giving the

waitress a sweet smile. "We just need to use the washroom
before we find a table." Without a backward glance, Simon
headed to the back of the pub.

He followed, hiding behind his hat brim, cock happy as all

get out.

The bathroom was small, only one urinal and one stall, but

it wasn't filthy, and there was no one else there.

Simon pointed to the stall, eyes still dancing.
"I haven't ... Are you sure? Here?" He moved, even as he

spoke.

"I'm sure."
Simon nodded toward the stall again, following him in and

closing the door.

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He was crowded against the wall, Simon pressing against

him, hand between them stroking his erection. "And so are
you."

His lips parted, hips bucking, eyes rolling in his head. One

of Simon's hands slid around his neck, tugging him down as
the other worked his zipper. He followed, mouth crashing
onto Simon's, tickled as hell to get a taste.

Simon's mouth opened to him, tongue sliding with his as

those clever fingers got his jeans open and reached right in to
tug his erection out. He whimpered, bucking into Simon's
hand, entire body awake and lit up like the Fourth of July.

Simon's gaze held his, the kiss going deeper as Simon's

thumb pushed against his slit with every downstroke.

Fuck. Fuck. He went tight, so close, needing, right then.
Simon's teeth grazed his bottom lip and he could see it in

Simon's eyes—the permission to come.

Jeremy shot hard, the room seeming to swing a little.

Fuck.

Simon's hand kept moving until the last shudder had gone

through him, and then that beautiful man brought his hand
up, licking Jeremy's come from his fingers.

He whimpered, forehead against Simon's. "Beautiful."
"You are. Taste pretty good, too." Smiling brightly at him,

Simon grabbed some toilet paper and cleaned him up before
tucking him back into his jeans.

"Do you ... do you need..."
"I do. But I want to wait until we're home. I like feeling it,

feeling what you do to me."

"You make me feel like a randy teenager."

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"Good." Simon leaned up and took a quick kiss before

opening the stall door and heading to the sink to wash his
hands.

It gave him a great view of that fine ass. He stared, then

followed, still more than a little blinky and melted.

Simon chose a table outside, ordering them both a beer

and some nachos. Then the man's foot began to slide along
his calf.

"You have a good day, sir?" He hummed, tapping his toes

a little.

"It started out like crap, but I put out a few fires and it

turned out pretty good. And then I found you and things are
looking very up. Should I ask how your day went?"

"It's getting better all the time."
Simon beamed at him, hand reaching out to slide over his

where it lay on the table. He touched their fingers together,
just brushing the tips.

The moment was interrupted by the waitress bringing their

beer and nachos, but it left a half smile on Simon's lips and a
light in his eyes. Jeremy grinned over, just tickled as shit.

They drank and ate, Simon making him feel like the only

other person there, feeding him, asking about him, touching
him. He felt like ... shit, like the most important son of a bitch
on earth.

It was dark by the time they were done and Simon leaned

close. "Let's go home, Jeremy. I don't want to wait any
longer."

"Anywhere, so long as it's with you." God, he sounded like

a girl.

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"We could go back to the bathroom." Simon winked as he

stood.

"We could, but your place is more appealing." More

private. Better equipped.

"It is, isn't it?" His hand was taken, Simon leading him out.

There was a tell-tale bulge in the crotch of Simon's trousers,
but the man didn't seem to care.

They headed out into the night, toward that Mustang.
"So, when you were thinking about tonight, what were you

most looking forward to?"

"Seeing you." Jeremy loved easy questions.
"Oh..." Simon smiled up at him and stroked his arm. "I

wasn't fishing, but thank you. Now, how about the same
question, only focusing on what we'll be doing together?"

"Oh. I haven't ever ... when you talked to me, it." He

chuckled, embarrassed. "It blew my mind."

Simon saw him into the car and then came around to the

driver's side. "I said a lot of things. What in particular has you
tongue-tied?"

"Filling me up," he muttered under his breath, so

embarrassed.

Simon's hand landed on his thigh. "Oh yes. We spoke of

fisting. And of filling your prick."

"I." He swallowed hard. "You think that's real? I went on

the Internet after you said ... but I. That's not real, is it? Not
the fisting, I've heard of that."

"I have a set of sounds, you know. From thin to thick and

all in between." Simon's hand slid up to his crotch.

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He groaned, muscles going tight. "Oh, sweet fuck. You

do?"

"Yes." Simon's fingers slid along his erection, the man's

eyes still on the road. "I bought it the morning after our last
... date."

"I. Jesus, honey." He was going to have a stroke.
Pulling into his driveway, Simon stopped the car and

turned Jeremy's hand, making it cup Simon's cock, stroking
it.

"I see that was the right move."
"You've broke my brain." His skin was too fucking tight.
"As long as that's a good thing." Simon's voice was thick,

the man obviously turned on by this, too.

He nodded, leaning over to take a hard, deep kiss. Simon's

mouth opened for him, inviting him in as the hand around his
prick slid over his jeans, working him.

Fuck. Fuck, yeah. "Beautiful."
Lips curving upward, Simon shifted, knocking his elbow

into the steering wheel. "Inside. I'm far too old for making
out in this little car."

"You're not old, beautiful."
"Mmm ... thank you." He kissed Jeremy again. "I'd still

rather go inside where I can fuck you properly, hmm?"

"Yes. God, yes. Thank you, sir." Jeremy moaned, leaning

in for another second.

Simon patted his cheek. "No. Inside now." He was given a

long, slow look, from his head to his toes, and then Simon got
out of the car.

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Oh. Oh, damn. He followed, eyes fastened on that amazing

ass.

As soon as the door closed behind them, Simon pounced,

pressing close and bringing their mouths together. He
moaned, pushing into that kiss, licking and lapping at Simon's
lips. Simon's hands grabbed hold of his shirt, tearing it open.
He could hear one of the buttons hitting the floor.

He liked that shirt. He liked it a lot. Good thing he liked

Simon more.

Fingers spreading over his bared chest, Simon traced his

muscles, pinched his nipples.

"Damn. Damn, honey." He cupped Simon's ass, tugged

him up.

Simon rubbed against him, prick hard and hot, even

through his trousers. Jeremy was so fucking happy. His moan
had to have echoed, pushing in Simon's mouth. Simon was
practically climbing him, one leg wrapping around his thigh,
hips humping eagerly.

"Yeah." He encouraged Simon to move, helped to lift him

up.

Both legs wrapped around him, Simon moaning and biting

at his lips. Jeremy spread his legs, bracing himself, hips
pushing hard. One of Simon's hands pushed between them,
undoing his jeans. "Want you, huh?"

"God, yes."
Simon pressed against him, rubbing on his belly.

"Bedroom, Jeremy. Please."

"Hold on tight." He headed in, only knocking them into the

wall a couple times.

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Simon was all but purring. "So strong. Do you know what

a turn-on that is?"

"Yeah? You like it?" He flexed, lifting Simon higher.
That soft whimper was sweet, sexy.
"Beautiful man." He chuckled, got them in Simon's

bedroom.

Shaking his head, Simon started humping against him

again as soon as they were through the door. "You're the
beautiful one."

"Nope. You. Fuck. Want you."
"You seem to have me." Simon winked and laughed

breathlessly.

"Uh-huh." He was so focused it wasn't even funny.
"The bed. So you can suck me."
"Yes, sir." That sounded like one hell of a plan. He carried

Simon over, set him down.

Simon began to strip, tugging his clothes off in a hurry.

Jeremy groaned, helping Simon out, hands dragging along
the smooth skin.

"You make me feel so good." Simon pushed into his

touches, body arching and rubbing.

"Excellent." He wanted to do that, to make Simon need

him.

"Both naked," muttered Simon, attacking his clothing once

they'd taken care of Simon's. The hard prick jutted from
Simon's body, bobbing as if trying to get his attention.

"Uh-huh." Whatever Simon wanted. He was easy.
As soon as they were both naked, Simon pushed at his

shoulders, fingers curling and holding on hard as he was

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urged to his knees. He sank down easily, as hungry for that
rock-hard prick as Simon needed him to be. A sweet whimper
sounded, Simon's grip on his shoulders tightening.

He opened his mouth, dropped it over Simon's prick, and

started sucking hard, hands wrapping around the lean hips.

"Jeremy!" Simon's cry echoed around the room, a shudder

going through the man.

Hell, yeah. Come on, beautiful. Fuck my mouth. He pulled

hard, head bobbing, trying to make Simon nuts.

Moans and groans came out of Simon, the hips under his

hands jerking, starting to move. Relaxing, he took Simon in
deep, swallowing around the tip.

"Yes!" That was all it took for Simon to start thrusting in

earnest, taking his mouth.

Oh, fuck him. Yeah. More. More, Simon. Fuck.
Simon's long prick slid over his tongue over and over

again. "Soon. Oh, God."

Soon. Yeah. Yeah, c'mon. He wrapped his lips around the

base, sucking rhythmically.

"Jeremy!" He could listen to that forever.
Simon's cock throbbed and gave up its load, spraying

down his throat. He swallowed hard, throat working as he
drank the spunk down.

Simon's hands stayed on his shoulders, the man's knees

locking. "Mmm ... Jeremy. That ... I ... Yes."

Cleaning the long prick, Jeremy closed his eyes, hoping

Simon could feel how much he wanted. How good this was.

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One of Simon's hands unclutched from his shoulder,

fingers sliding over his cheek and into his hair. "You're a
wonder."

"Thank you, sir."
Simon sat on the edge of the bed, a soft smile on his face.

"Now, what should we do with you, hmm?"

"Whatever you want, sir. I'm yours."
"Oh, I like the sound of that, Jeremy."
Simon's hand tugged his head back, a kiss spreading his

lips. He opened up, tongue sliding against Simon's, cock
bobbing, trying to get his attention.

"I'm going to put you in the ropes tonight, Jeremy. And

then fill you." Simon rubbed their cheeks together. "Shall we
wax your chest first?"

He looked down, fingers trailing down his chest. He wasn't

sure. Really, but hell. It was only hair. It'd come right back.
"If you want, sir. I meant it. I'll be yours."

Simon's hands cupped his face, those eyes searching his,

looking into him. "And I'll have you as mine."

"Yes, sir. Please." The air felt heavy. Thick. Important.
Simon's mouth closed over his, the kiss soft, but deep at

the same time, and when it was done, Simon whispered,
"Mine," the word seeming to echo.

"Yours." Please, God. Yes.
Simon's eyes held his for a long moment that seemed

huge. Then Simon chuckled and tweaked one of his nipples.
"Come on. I have the wax in the bathroom."

"Tease." He nodded, one hand wrapping around Simon's

waist.

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"Oh, I'm not teasing. I'm going to turn you inside out. I

am."

"Good." He'd never wanted anything so fucking much.
Simon took his hand and tugged. Jeremy followed along,

cock pointing the way. Simon kept looking back at him, gaze
heavy on his skin.

"I want you, huh? Bad." He figured Simon knew, but it

couldn't hurt to remind the man.

The words earned him a warm smile. "Yeah, I know the

feeling."

He was drawn into the bathroom, made to sit on the bench

in the shower.

"What do you want me to do? Have you done this before?"

Is it going to hurt real bad? Is it going to be ugly? Is it going
to suck?

"I have done it before. I've done it on myself, even. I'll

take care of you, Jeremy."

"Okay." He nodded, settling a little. If Simon'd done it, it

would be cool.

Simon filled a ceramic bowl with water hot enough that it

was steaming, and then opened a waxing kit, tossing a lump
of wax in plastic into the water.

"This has to soften, and then we put it on you and use

these strips to take the wax, and your hair off. I'll start with
your chest."

"Do you have to trim it first?" His belly went tight.
Simon nodded. "I'll do that while the wax melts."
"This is a little weird." Maybe more than a little.

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Simon's fingers slid over his face. "You're still worried

about this. About it not being manly."

He considered lying, but he didn't have anything to hide

from Simon. "A little, yeah."

Simon's eyes traveled over his body, and the man shook

his head. "Jeremy, I could shave your entire body, apply
make-up to your face and put you in a dress and you'd still be
the most macho man I've ever known."

That made him chuckle, made his cheeks heat. "I'm not

wearing a dress, man. It's not going to happen."

"No, it's not my thing, either. I'm just saying, a little hair

removal is not going to take away from your manliness at
all." Simon opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of scissors.

"It's just different. I'll figure it. I'm a smart boy."
Scissors.
Good lord.
Simon chuckled and came right over, started trimming.

Jeremy closed his eyes, not wanting to touch, not knowing
where to look.

"I know you're only doing this for me. That makes it even

better."

"Yeah?" That helped. That mattered to him.
"Yes. I love that you're willing to do it because it's what I

want." Simon's kiss was soft against the corner of his mouth.

"That makes it easier. Knowing that you understand."
"Let's see if you still think so after the waxing." He could

hear the twinkle of Simon's eyes in the lovely voice.

"If I hate it, it'll grow back."

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"It will. Besides, your skin will be fantastically sensitive. My

ropes will rub and arouse you like you wouldn't believe."

His moan caught in his throat, low and a little raw.
"I'm going to fill you tonight, Jeremy. Your ass, then the

ropes, then your cock."

"Simon." Please. Fuck him.
"Not the fisting. We have to save something for later. Wax

now."

Hot, but not enough to burn, the wax slid over his skin.
"Jesus." He was going to blow his load, right here.
"It's an interesting sensation, isn't it?" Simon's voice was

husky, wanton, like he was getting off on doing this.

"It's. Yeah. Something..."
Simon's chuckle was husky, too, as the strips were

smoothed down over the wax.

One strip went down, then a line of burn slashed across his

chest. His eyes flew open, his hands grabbing Simon's arms.
"Fuck!"

"One down, another dozen to go..."
"My skin's going to fall off."
"No. It's going to be very sensitive, though." Simon slid a

finger along the strip of bared skin on his chest.

His eyes popped open even wider. "Simon. Sir. Love."
Simon smiled at him, eyes heated. "Yes." Bending in,

Simon covered his lips in a soft kiss.

The kiss heated him up, so much that he gasped into

Simon's mouth. Mid-gasp, Simon pulled another strip of hair
from his chest.

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"I'm not sure I'm doing this again," he growled, meeting

Simon's eyes.

The new patch of bare skin was stroked, just like the first

had been. "No?"

"N ... Fuck, I don't know." He didn't know at all.
"Good. I don't want you thinking about next time. I don't

want you caring about next time. I want you here." Simon
pulled off another strip of hair. "I want you now." And another
one.

He started wiggling, breath coming faster. God damn. God

damn.

One after another, Simon pulled strips of hair off his chest

and belly. And then more wax was poured, this time on his
short hairs.

"Simon?" He wasn't sure he'd agreed to this part.
Simon leaned in as strong fingers patted the strips down

over the wax. "You can come if you need to."

"I don't know if I can." He groaned, pressed his legs tight

together.

"You don't have to, only if you need to." Simon's eyes

twinkled and before he could take a breath the strips around
his cock were pulled off, just like that.

"Jesus!" He jerked away, hands wrapping around his cock,

protecting it.

"Shh. Shh." Simon's hands pulled his away, and stroked

his prick. "You think I'd hurt this beautiful dick?"

"That fucking burns." Of course, the touch was making it

better.

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"It'll be worth it." Simon's eyes met his, hand still jacking

him, fingers of the other hand dancing on the newly bared
skin.

His cock started to fill, the pleasure beginning to replace

the sting.

"Come on, it's time to make you scream for me."
Jeremy groaned, hips bucking up toward Simon's touch.

"Yessir."

Simon's fingers moved from his body to his hands, tugging

him up and leading him back toward the bedroom.

"Black ropes tonight."
He shivered, hands on his skin, the sensation strange,

erotic.

"I do like watching you touch yourself."
"It feels so different." He needed to come.
"Mmmhmm." Simon pushed him down onto the bed and

began to touch him, fingers sliding on him.

He moved under the touches, knowing he had to look like

all sorts of a fool, writhing on the bed, but he couldn't help it.

"God, you're amazing." Simon moaned and suddenly

pulled his fingers away. "If I keep touching you, I'm going to
come."

"You don't want to?"
"God, yes. But I want to come when you're all tied up.

When you're filled."

"Oh, fuck." He groaned, reaching for his balls.
"I have the prettiest little dildo to put into your ass."
"Little?" He couldn't help the tease.

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Simon laughed—giggled, even. "Okay, so it's not so little.

But it is pretty."

"Can I see?" He stretched his balls, showing off a little.
"Mmm." Simon reached out and stroked the skin around

his cock. "How badly do you want to see it?"

"Pretty bad. What do—Mmm. What do you want?"
"A piece of art."
"Pardon?" He was confused.
Simon actually blushed a little. "I want you to make me a

piece of art."

"Oh." He beamed, nodded, tugging Simon close. "Oh,

honey. Anything you want. I'd be honored."

"I'm holding you to that." Kissing him hard, Simon turned

and pulled something out of his side table drawer. The dildo
was pretty, and definitely not little. The latex was multi-
colored, the swirls making an abstract design. It was a foot
long if it was an inch.

"I bought this the other day. It was calling your name."
"Jesus." He touched it, so solid. So thick. "Look at that."
"I knew you'd like. I bet you're imagining it filling you now,

aren't you?"

"I'm more just trying not to come off like a drooling idiot,

beautiful."

"I don't think you're an idiot, Jeremy." Simon wrapped his

fingers around the dildo and began to stroke it.

Jeremy watched, knowing he was panting, lips parted,

cock throbbing. Simon's thumb passed over the top of the
dildo, pressing against the little indentation meant to

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represent the slit. Jeremy groaned, hand sliding down his
belly.

"Can you imagine it stretching your hole? Pushing into

you?"

"It'd be almost as good as you." He groaned, fingers right

above his cock, on that bare skin.

"It'll be me after. Once I've tied you up and blown your

mind with the sounds." Simon put down the dildo and took his
hands, removing them from his own skin. "Hands and knees
on the bed, ass up."

"Yes, sir." He shivered a little, so fucking excited he

couldn't bear it.

Simon settled behind him on the bed, fingers sliding on his

ass, the backs of his thighs. Those fingers tugged the hairs
around his hole, making him gasp. Oh, God. Would those be
next?

"You make the greatest noises." Simon tugged on them

again, one finger teasing at his hole.

"Thank you, sir. You make me feel amazing things."
"That's my pleasure." Simon's tongue slid along his crack,

teased his hole.

"Oh, sweet fuck." His head fell forward, his throat working.
"Mmm..." Simon hummed against his skin, tongue pushing

right into him. One finger teased the ring behind his balls.

Jeremy relaxed, pushing into the touches, riding the tingle

and heat of the rimming, the zing of the guiche being pulled.

Simon seemed to really enjoy doing it, tongue pushing in

thoroughly, wriggling inside him, touching him deeply.

"Jesus. Jesus, Simon. I'm gonna shoot. I can't not."

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"So shoot, love." Simon laughed softly. "You'll get it up

again."

"Oh. Okay. Yeah." He nodded, head falling down on his

hands.

Simon went back to fucking him with that wicked tongue,

working him but good. He reached back, started stroking
himself off in time, hand moving along with that tongue.
Simon's fingers cupped his balls, rolled them.

"Yeah. Yeah, beautiful. You're making me fly."
Another hum vibrated through his ass from Simon's

tongue. His balls drew tight, wrinkling under Simon's touch as
he rubbed his slit, the burn sending him over the edge. His
ass clamped down on Simon's tongue, the man's whimper
sliding up along his spine.

He panted through it, riding the pleasure that was hot as

fire.

"Gorgeous." Simon sounded pleased as punch.
"Th ... thank you. Thank you, sir." He swayed a little.
"My pleasure. God, so my pleasure." Simon's hand landed

in the small of his back, steadying him as a blunt, cool
hardness pressed slickly against his hole.

He moaned, thighs parting as he pressed back, taking it in.
"That's it. God, just look at the way you're swallowing that

up."

His cheeks flared. He fucking loved the way Simon talked.

Loved the filthy things the man said.

"It's spreading you so wide, and you just keep taking it."
He could feel it, feel it pushing deep. "Simon. Oh, fuck ...

So good. So hot." He grunted, started rocking harder.

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"Yeah, that's it. Take it in, Jeremy. Fuck yourself on it."
He whimpered, knowing he had to look like a huge slut,

but not able to stop, not at all. Simon took his time, working
the dildo in and out. He was hard again when Simon finally
left it buried deep inside him.

"Full. So fucking full." He was groaning, over and over.
"Yeah. And this is just the beginning."
"I'm not sure I'll survive." He grinned a little, caught like a

fish on a hook. "But what a way to go."

"Oh, you'll survive. If only to see what I do to you next."

Simon nipped his right ass cheek and then eased him down
onto his side on the bed.

"You're going to leave it in?" His ass was working the dildo,

squeezing it.

"I am. I'm going to leave it in and tie you up and then fill

that pretty cock of yours."

"Oh." Jeremy closed his eyes, muscles jerking furiously.
"You like knowing what I'm going to do, like hearing about

it." Simon's fingers began to move over his shaved skin.

"I do. You say things, beautiful, they rock my world."
"Oh, I like that. I like rocking your world."
Simon began to tie him up, drawing his hands up over his

head and wrapping the rope around his wrists. He groaned,
body not sure whether to try to work the dildo in or out. One
hand was tied to the top of the bed, and then the rope was
slowly worked around his forearms.

"Let the ropes hold you. They'll take care of you." Simon

wrapped loops around his arms, slowly moving the rope
downward.

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"This is..." He swallowed hard, body working the dildo.
"Sexy? Arousing?" Simon slid his fingers along the ropes,

touching his skin.

"Amazing. More difficult than last time. I wasn't expecting

that."

A little smile danced on Simon's lips. "All you have to do is

lie there."

"I know." He grinned. "I'm used to doing."
"Most people actually find it very hard to lie absolutely

still."

"Yeah? How about you?"
"Actually, I meditate on a regular basis and manage to find

stillness in that." Simon's fingers brushed over his nipples.

"R ... oh. Oh, fuck. Really?"
"Yes." The caress came again.
"Mmm. So good." He couldn't help but try to move.
Simon slapped his hip. "Stop that, I haven't finished tying

you up yet."

"Sorry. I. Yeah. Being still." He couldn't help grinning.
Simon grinned back, the look in his eyes making him

appear suddenly young.

Then the rope went around his chest, criss-crossing his

skin, landing over his nipples.

"Damn. Damn, sir. That's ... that's hot." Tight. Fine.

Rocking.

"It's supposed to be." The rope went across his belly to his

hip.

He kept grinning, cock bobbing, avoiding the rope.

Surprisingly strong, Simon raised his hips to run the rope

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across the top of his ass before bringing it down around the
top of one thigh. He watched, thighs taut, hard as the rope
dug in.

"Such a beautiful body." Simon's fingers traced his

muscles.

Pride filled him and he preened.
"Yes, beautiful."
The rope wrapped around his leg from thigh to ankle, and

then it was tied to the bedpost. As a result he was lying
stretched out, held to the bed by one wrist and one ankle.

"Oh." He tugged, experimentally. "It's tight."
"That's kind of the point." Simon winked.
Smartass. He let his eyes roll even as he chuckled, tugging

a little harder.

Simon's finger slid across the top of his cock. "You

remember what I said we were going to do once you're tied
up?"

"I..." He did. How could he not?
"I'll start with the smallest one and we'll see how things

go." Simon leaned in, lips brushing across his, gaze holding
his. "We can take weeks to build up in size, fill your cock
every weekend, let you remember and anticipate and ache in
between."

"Oh, fuck." His body fought instinctively. Fuck. Fuck, he

couldn't. Christ.

This sound came out of Simon, half groan, half moan. It

was hotter than hell.

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He felt like he was on fire, burning up from the inside.

Every move he made shifted the rope over his freshly waxed
chest, the skin there so damn sensitive.

He almost didn't noticed when Simon's hand wrapped

around his cock.

Almost.
Jeremy gritted his teeth, fighting his body, the rope, his

nerves, and his need.

"Has anybody ever really pushed you before Jeremy?

Pushed you hard?" Simon's hand slowly worked his cock.

"No. No, sir. No one." He forced his eyes open. "I told you

before. I have a bit of a temper."

"I'm not intimidated by you." Simon turned and pulled out

a little rectangle-shaped ... pencil case. Only it wasn't a pencil
case, was it?

"This isn't going to hurt anything inside me, right?"
Simon shook his head, eyes meeting his. "No. I'm not

interested in hurting you like that. At all."

He felt the little bit of panic—the real stuff, not the nerves

and need that were mostly arousal and excitement—ease in
the small of his back. "Okay. Okay, good. Thank you, sir."

Simon cupped his cheek for a moment and kissed him,

tongue making a long, slow exploration of his mouth. "I am
going to push you, Jeremy. There will be no shame if you
safeword."

"I'll try to go with you, sir. I swear." He didn't like to

safeword. Hated it.

"I know you will."

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He got another kiss and then Simon settled at his hip, took

his prick in hand. Jeremy squeezed his eyes shut, focused on
being calm, breathing.

"I'm putting lube in first. And I'd like you to watch if you

can."

Chuckling a little, he forced his eyes open. "If I'd had them

open you would have told me to close them."

Simon shook his head. "No, it's not that kind of game, and

I want you to watch me fill you up."

"Oh, fuck." He licked his lips, aching deep down, wanting

this so goddamn bad. "Yes. Yes, sir."

"This might be a little cool." Simon squirted the lube right

into his slit.

He tensed. He couldn't help it; he couldn't not.
Simon jacked him slowly with one hand, fingers of the

other pushing the lube down into him. "It's going to warm up
very quickly. You're so hot here, hot inside."

"I've never. It don't make sense in my head." It sure as

hell made sense to his cock, though.

"Then don't think about it." Those eyes twinkled up at him,

and then Simon opened up the little container and took out a
long, thin steel ... sound.

"Oh. Oh, fuck, man. I don't know about this."
"Your body doesn't have the doubts that your mind does."

Simon gripped his cock again, this time holding it at the tip
and squeezing so his slit made an 'o.'

His toes curled, his body pulling away, brain just

screaming at him. Still, he wanted to know. Needed to know.

"Here we go."

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As he watched, Simon slowly inserted the metal wand into

his prick until about an inch and a half of it had disappeared
right into his body.

"Oh, fuck. Oh fuck. Ohfuckohfuck." His muscles clenched,

the ropes creaking.

"Easy, now," murmured Simon. Then the man let go of the

sound and it slid right into him, only the ball at the top
keeping it from disappearing completely into his slit.

The bed itself creaked this time, his entire body fighting

the invader.

Simon's free hand, slid over his hips, his thighs. "You're

doing great, so good. You just need to relax; it's in now; it's
not going any farther."

"S ... sorry. Sorry, I. Fuck." He was going to be sore

tomorrow; he couldn't remember how to relax.

Reaching between his legs, Simon fucked him with the

dildo, tugging and pushing the thick invader. That sensation
was familiar, comforting, and he finally—finally—could take a
breath.

"There we go." Simon bent and kissed the tip of his prick,

lips jostling the little ball at the top of the sound, shifting it
inside him.

Jeremy surprised himself, a long, needy sound escaping

him.

"Yes. Yes, Jeremy." Simon's tongue played with the little

ball, lips wrapped around the head of his cock, sucking.

Moaning again, his arms started clenching and relaxing,

over and over.

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Simon licked and sucked a little bit longer, and then he

backed off. "You're doing very well. We'll go to the next one."
With that, Simon tugged the sound out in a single smooth
motion.

"Jesus!" He jerked so hard it hurt, wood creaking. "Oh,

fuck. I can't think. Shit."

"Good. If you were thinking, I'd be doing something

wrong."

Simon's mouth wrapped around his cock again, tongue

slapping at the tip. Then the next sound was brought out,
lubed up, and held over his cock. He kept watching, the slit of
his cock burning, aching. This one was a little thicker and he
could really feel it as the cold tip slipped in.

"Shit. I don't. Simon." He tried to pull away, tugging hard.
"You're doing just fine, Jeremy. Just think. I'm filling your

cock. Filling you up." Simon's voice was low, throaty, as
about an inch of the sound disappeared into his cock.

He swallowed the whine that wanted out. "Keep talking?

Please?"

"This is still a baby sound. They go much thicker. We're

going to work slowly though, like I said." Simon dropped the
sound and it slid all the way in again, the little ball at the top
keeping it from going too far.

"That's thick. Plenty thick." It felt huge.
"Oh, it's tiny, Jeremy. You'll see. Eventually."
Simon started fucking him with the dildo again, one finger

touching the little ball now and then, shifting the huge piece
of metal inside him.

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He couldn't focus on his ass, not with his cock throbbing,

screaming with the pressure.

"In a moment I'll take it out and let you come."
Bending, Simon took one of his balls in. Jeremy wasn't

sure he could come. He wasn't sure if he needed to. He
wasn't sure of anything. Simon sucked one ball and then the
other, hands manipulating the dildo, the sound, overwhelming
him. Words poured out of him, strange, desperate words that
he couldn't control.

Simon shifted, putting on a condom with one hand and

pulling out the dildo with the other.

Empty. He was empty. "Please. Fuck. Sir, please."
"I'm coming. I'm coming." Simon pushed right into him,

filling his ass up.

His grunt echoed and his shoulder tried to leave the

mattress. Yes. Yes. Simon set up a hard, almost brutal pace,
thrusting into him.

"Yes! Fuck me! Good!" Please.
Fingers grabbing hold of his shoulders, Simon used the

leverage to increase the speed and strength of his thrusts.
Everything went white-hot, his entire focus his cock and his
ass.

"I've filled you, Jeremy." Simon's voice was breathless, the

thrusts coming harder and harder. "I've filled your cock. I'm
filling your ass."

"Sir." It was all he could manage, all he could think.
"Yes." Simon grabbed the top of the sound and pulled it

out. "Come for me."

His spunk just poured from him, his scream ringing out.

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"Yes! Jeremy!" Simon kept moving, sending one ripple

after another through him.

He was ruined.
Completely.
Happily.
Simon suddenly stiffened, groaned, and then collapsed

down onto him. He hummed, the weight just about perfect.

Simon patted his chest. "You did well. So good. So strong."
He opened his mouth to say thank you, but nothing came

out.

Nothing needed to.

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Chapter Six

Simon was floating, warm and happy. He didn't want to

wake up and find himself alone in his bed. He closed his eyes
and willed himself to stay asleep.

"Mmm. Shh, honey, you're okay." Jeremy's words were

soft, still asleep, the strong arms tugging him close.

Oh. Oh, he wasn't alone. He melted against Jeremy's

warmth, reality and his dream merging together. One hand
slipped up and down his spine, petting him gently. He was
getting so spoiled by all these touches, the warmth and
comfort and sheer pleasure of someone who cared for him.

Jeremy was warm, solid against him, hums sliding into soft

snores. It made him chuckle and turn. He wrapped his arms
around Jeremy's middle and buried his face in the man's
chest. He was held tight, Jeremy squeezing him.

Humming happily, he licked Jeremy's skin, tasting salt and

musk.

"Mmm. Sleeping." Jeremy chuckled.
"This isn't sleeping," he noted, licking at Jeremy's nipple.
"No?" That nipple went tight and hard.
"Not at all." He flicked his tongue back and forth across

that little bit of flesh.

Jeremy's moan was delicious, the little nipple so sensitive.
"Have you played with clamps?" He had a beautiful little

pair made out of mother of pearl.

"Mmm. A few times. Not for any length of time."

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He bit at the nipple he was playing with, letting Jeremy

feel his teeth. Mmm. A gasp, a groan, those hands squeezing
tight. Nice. He let his hands begin to wander; he adored all
those muscles. So strong—strong enough that he was
seriously going to have to look into reinforcing the bed—yet
submitting to him. It was intoxicating, arousing. More than he
could have ever dreamed of.

"You smell so goddamn good, sir. So good."
Groaning, he pressed closer, mouth moving to Jeremy's

other nipple. Jeremy's hand landed on his head, holding him
close. That was okay with him—he could stay here all day
long. He flicked the hard little nipple with the tip of his
tongue. Then he bit and sucked, working that tiny bit of flesh
as hard as he could.

"Jesus. Jesus, honey. I. That makes me damn hard."
"We're lucky, then, that's what I was going for."
"Yeah. No shit..."
Laughing, he slid a hand down to wrap around Jeremy's

prick. Jeremy arched, sliding the shaft over his palm, keeping
the tip from his fingers.

"Cockhead sensitive this morning?" he asked, fingers

moving down further to play with Jeremy's balls.

"God, yeah. I was afraid to piss earlier."
"It didn't hurt, did it? It's natural for it to be sensitive, but

it shouldn't be painful."

Jeremy shook his head. "It burned at the beginning, that's

all."

"Good, good. You must tell me if anything we do has after-

effects. Always be safe." He patted Jeremy's ass.

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"Yes, sir." Jeremy chuckled, dragged him up for a kiss.

"What about you? Did you enjoy it?"

"Oh, my goodness, yes!" He kissed Jeremy again,

wriggling against all those magnificent muscles. "You were
stunning, both in my ropes and filled with the sounds."

Those stubbled cheeks blushed dark. "Good."
"Yes. And are you feeling horny this morning? Despite the

ache?" He slid his over Jeremy's waxed chest.

"Yeah. Despite." Jeremy rolled his eyes and chuckled.
He laughed and pressed a kiss onto Jeremy. "Or maybe

because of?"

"Maybe. Maybe. I'll have to ponder it." Those eyes were

laughing, warm, happy.

"Whatever shall we do while you're pondering?" He slid his

hand around to rub Jeremy's ass, letting his fingers find the
little ring and play with it.

"Hrm. Maybe we could play tic tac toe..."
"Only if there's a naughty version I don't know about."

Simon pinched one of Jeremy's nipples as he said it.

Jeremy's laughter rang out, the strong arms wrapping

around him and squeezing. He pressed into a kiss, taking that
laughter into himself. That newly-waxed skin was smooth,
soft, giving him so much sensation. He pushed Jeremy over,
climbing onto the strong body, letting all those muscles
cushion him.

"Mmm. Pushy top." Jeremy's hands landed on his hips,

settled him easily.

"It's in the job description."
"You think?"

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"I know." He pinched Jeremy's thigh, right above the

tattoo, still laughing. He couldn't remember the last time he'd
had so much fun with a lover.

His fingers found barely any fat, fingertips sliding on the

skin. "Sexy," he murmured, rubbing against his human
mattress.

"I'm glad you think so, honey. I surely am."
"I do." He groaned as their cocks slid together, the heat so

good.

Jeremy nuzzled against his jaw, teeth teasing his ear,

tugging at the lobe. He loved how Jeremy didn't just lie back
and expect to be done to; the man participated, made him
feel amazing. In fact, Jeremy was the most active, eager,
least-passive submissive he'd ever seen.

And he loved every second of it.
He kept the kisses going, kept rubbing their pricks

together.

"Mmm." Jeremy's legs shifted, pulling him in closer.
The pleasure started to build, his balls beginning to ache.

Jeremy's prick was leaking, making the way wet and slick and
hot. Moaning, he bent his mouth to Jeremy's neck and started
sucking.

"Oh..." Jeremy's chin lifted, a soft sigh answering him.
"Mmmhmm." He licked the spot and then went back to

sucking, pulling up a mark.

"Oh. Oh, damn. Tell me they won't mind marks at the

club."

He raised his head and looked at Jeremy. "You're joking,

right?"

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"I just started working there."
"I know, but ... well, marks are kind of the point, hmm?"
Jeremy grinned at him, shrugged. "I never have, not

where you could see. It's hot."

"Never? Really?" Simon shook his head. "Your past lovers

have really missed out."

"Well, I had to be careful, you know?"
"You weren't out and weren't friends with any girls who

might have left a mark or two on this beautiful body?" He
licked at the red circle he'd left on Jeremy's neck.

"Nope. I thought it would be shitty, to lead a girl on."
He nodded. "You're a good man, Jeremy."
One hand slid down his back. "Thank you, Simon."
He arched into the touch, his body still wanting, still

needing. Bending, he scraped his teeth across the mark on
Jeremy's neck. Jeremy hissed, hips bucking up into him. He
liked that a lot, so he did it again, this time pressing down
against Jeremy as the man bucked up into him. Oh, yes.

"Good. Fuck, honey. That's fine." Jeremy's hand pushed

him closer.

"Yeah, don't stop." He started pulling up a new mark right

by the first, their hips meeting with force.

It was amazing, the way Jeremy's hand worked him,

brought them together. All that strength was so sexy,
arousing. He worked harder on Jeremy's skin, knowing this
hickey would be quite dark, would last. Every suck made
Jeremy moan louder, groan more.

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He slapped his tongue against Jeremy's skin, pressing

against the mark. The taste and scent of the man filled him,
made him moan loudly.

"Close, huh?" Jeremy's voice was a bare moan.
"Come for me, I want to feel you come."
"Simon. Oh, sweet fuck, honey."
"Now, do it now." He lifted his head so he could watch

Jeremy's eyes.

They went wide, almost shocked, spunk pouring out of his

lover. The smell rose up, making him moan, his hips bucking
as he slid his cock through the come on Jeremy's belly. With a
cry, he came, too.

"Good." Jeremy rocked him, just a bit. "Mornin'."
He laughed, happy, warm all through. "Good morning."
Jeremy licked his lips, smiled. "Hell, yes."
"I may never get out of bed again." His human mattress

was the best.

"Works for me."
"All we need is to find someone who'll deliver pancakes to

us and we'll be set."

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Chapter Seven

There was a point where the metal was the perfect color—

the red going to yellow to a hint of white—where it was time
to work. Jeremy worked on a pair of andirons, hammer
banging, ringing between metal and anvil.

The sparks flew up, the heat making him sweat.
Ting ting TING. Ting ting TING.
He got into a rhythm, shoulders rippling, muscles warming

up.

It was almost enough to make him forget he had an

audience today. Almost. Simon was very ... unforgettable.

He'd left the studio door unlocked, so Simon could just

come in, but he couldn't help watching the clock. He caught
sight of movement out of the corner of his eye. He brought
the hammer down, again and again. Focus. Don't screw up
the tool. Simon can wait.

He could feel Simon's eyes, though, on him.
He finished, dropping the andiron in the bucket of water.

"Hey."

"Hey. Look at you. That was ... well." Simon was flushed.
He wiped off his bare chest, his face. "Making andirons."
"Uh-huh." Simon's eyes were eating him up.
"You like them?" He lifted the new andiron from the water.
"I do." Simon hadn't looked at the andiron, though.
He felt the blush crawling up his chest, so hot.
"Are you done? I wouldn't mind watching longer."

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"I have another one to do, actually. Have a seat. Have you

ever worked with metal?" He picked up another piece, started
heat treating.

"Never. It certainly does wonders for your muscles."
"It's a physical job." He turned the heat on the stove up,

turning the steel, watching.

"Tell me about what you're doing?"
"The metal has to heat up so the molecules realign. Then,

I put them in order, so to speak, with the hammer."

"Put them in order!" Simon laughed. "What a wonderful

way of putting it."

"Thanks. Metallurgy is fascinating. Did you know metal can

get viruses?"

"You're kidding!"
"No shit." He chuckled and started explaining the whole

thing—the viruses that made spider web patterns in the
metal.

"That's fascinating." Simon sounded like he meant it, too,

rather than was merely humoring Jeremy.

"Yeah, I just love the fact that we figured this out, so

many years ago."

"Have the techniques changed much in all that time?"
"In some ways, yes. In some ways, no." He pulled the bar

out, started hammering, the rhythm sure and steady.

"Now that's something to watch!" Simon's voice sounded

over his hammering.

He grinned, and then focused on his work. It was hot

work. Good work.

"Can I touch you?" Simon suddenly asked.

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"Not now, honey. It's hot over here and I don't want to

burn you. Just give me five minutes."

"Damn. Okay. Sorry. Those muscles are just so tempting,

working like that."

He finished hammering, and then plunged the steel into

the water.

Simon cheered and clapped. "That was wonderful!"
"Thank you!" He beamed.
"You are stunning, Jeremy. You could sell tickets."
He grinned over. "Me? Oh, I'm still apprenticing, but one

day I'll be a master."

"You already take my breath away. When you're a master,

you'll be unbelievable." Simon chuckled, the sound sweet and
husky. "Besides, I thought you wanted a Master, not to
become one."

"You're talking about two different universes, honey." He

pulled the steel out, looked it over. "Not bad, not bad at all."

"I know." Simon came and peeked at his steel. "That looks

good. How do you become a master in this?"

"Practice. Lots of mistakes. I take classes, but at my level,

I come in and work the metal, see what happens." He
couldn't resist leaning over, kissing Simon on the cheek. The
man's skin was so fine, smooth. Addictive.

"Mmm..." Simon turned, brushing their lips together. "Lots

and lots of practice. That sounds like the way to become
master at most things."

"Yes, sir." He wondered if Simon still made mistakes. He

figured it had to be.

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Simon squeezed the muscles of his arms. "Lovely. How

much longer do you have to work today?"

"I just need to pack up. I wanted to get these done."
"I'm so glad I got a chance to watch you work. I may have

to come watch again." Simon's fingers slid over his chest.

"You're welcome, any time. One day I'll have my own

shop. You can have a chair all your own." His nipples drew
up.

"You'll have to promise me blow-jobs, too, to take care of

what watching you work does to me."

Simon flicked one nipple, and then the other. Jeremy

gasped, body rippling, cock filling in his jeans.

Simon groaned, pinched this time. "Do you have

someplace here to..."

"There's a bathroom, but we'd have to be quick." Oh, God.

This was a bad idea.

"I'm all revved up from watching you—I can do quick."
"Come on." He grabbed Simon's hand and tugged, leading

them back to the bathroom with the single stall and the
locking door.

Simon stayed close, body rubbing up against him as soon

as the door closed behind them.

"Hey." He turned, took a hard, hungry kiss from his lover.
Simon's hands slid over his muscles, the touch firm, sure

on his sweat-slicked skin.

"I know I'm sweaty. I could wipe down."
"Don't you dare. It's sexy as hell."
His cheeks went hot, cock jerking again.

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Simon pushed him up against the stall door, tongue sliding

along his breastbone.

"Oh. Oh, fuck. I can't believe we're doing this."
Simon simply growled, hands moving to work open his

jeans. His cock pushed out, demanding, begging for more.
Simon's fingers wrapped around him, squeezing as they slid
over his skin.

"Oh." He leaned forward, lips finding Simon's temple.
"Take me out, too." Simon ordered.
"Yes, sir." That was easy. He worked the zipper open,

fingers fishing for Simon's cock.

Simon groaned when he found it, the man's hips pushing it

into his hand. "Together," moaned Simon, eyes glassy as they
gazed up into his own.

"Uh-huh. Fuck, you're fine." He grunted, balls drawing up

tight.

"Not as much as you." Simon set their pace, hand moving

quickly.

"Not gonna take much more..."
Free hand wrapping around his neck, Simon brought him

down for a kiss, mouth taking him. He shot hard, crying out
into Simon's mouth. An answering heat spilled over his hand,
Simon coming with him.

They stood there, shaking a second, staring into each

other's eyes. "Damn."

Simon chuckled and nodded, head resting on his chest.
He grabbed some paper towels and cleaned them up. "Do

you want to go grab something for lunch? It wouldn't take
long for me to wash up."

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"Sure, that sounds good."
Simon's smile looked like it wouldn't quit.
"Yeah? There's a little Greek place close by." He ran some

water, started washing the sweat off.

"I could go for that."
Simon watched him as closely while he washed as the man

had while he'd been working the steel.

He tilted his head. "Everything okay?"
"Everything is great." Simon actually colored a little. "I'm

just very taken with you, Jeremy."

"Well, that's okay, then." He leaned over, winked.

"Because, uh ... You're under my skin, honey."

In the worst way.
Simon's hand slid along his belly. "I like the sound of that."
"Come on. There's olives and salty cheese waiting for us."

Still, it was cool, knowing he maybe wasn't alone in this. Real
cool.

"How can I resist olives and salty cheese?" Simon was

smiling, maybe laughing at him a little, but there was no
malice in it, and those eyes were heated as well as happy.

"Then we could go back to my place. There's still a lot of

weekend left."

"Works for me. I'm off 'til Tuesday night, now that the

hammering is done."

"Well, I might just have to take a personal day on Monday,

then." Simon winked before adding, "Unless your ass or your
cock needs a rest by then."

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"I don't know, honey. My cock's pretty interested." He

finished cleaning up, grabbed his shirt and hat. Maybe more
than 'pretty.'

"I was hoping you'd say that. I have plans for it and your

ass both." Simon's voice had become all husky again, and he
cleared his throat and turned to open the door. "We should go
now."

"Yeah." He nodded, hiding behind the brim of his hat.

Yeah. They so should.

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Chapter Eight

Tuesday morning came all too soon, but Simon reminded

himself they had all day, still.

He'd taken Monday and Tuesday off, and he'd kept Jeremy

all but tied to the bed since they'd come back from the little
Greek restaurant with the best Greek food he'd ever tasted. It
had been exhausting but wonderful, and last night they'd
both slept the sleep of the righteous. Or the dead.

Chuckling, he ran his fingers over the ridges of Jeremy's

abdomen, letting his fingertips kiss the tip of the man's cock.

He'd stayed out of Jeremy's slit since Friday night, but this

morning he was going to play there again. They had three
more sounds in his kit to play with before he could justify
investing in the larger set. The one with the bigger sounds.

His fingers slid up over Jeremy's chest, heading straight for

the marks that peppered Jeremy's neck and shoulders. His
marks.

Groaning, he pressed against one, the skin here warmer.
"Mmmm." Jeremy moaned, turning toward him, cock

jerking and filling.

So pretty. So big.
His fingertips traced Jeremy's features, his eyes following

their route even though he was pretty sure he could recognize
Jeremy blindfolded, through touch alone.

"Mmm. Mornin', honey." Jeremy woke up easily, usually

happy. Always cuddly.

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"Good morning." He found Jeremy's mouth for a kiss, his

fingers continuing their explorations on Jeremy's back.

Jeremy's hands landed on his ass, tugging him closer.
He rubbed happily against all those muscles. Jeremy's

body truly was wonderful to touch, to rub against, to fuck.

"I want to do things to you this morning."
"Good things?" Dear, eager man.
"Oh, yes. I think so. A revisit of the sounds." His hand

drifted down to play with the head of Jeremy's cock. "After
all, I did promise to keep working you, keep filling you until
you could take the thickest sound we could find."

"Oh, fuck." Jeremy stilled and then his hips shivered.
Jeremy was such a sweet slut for it. It was intoxicating.
He pressed his finger against Jeremy's slit. "You'd like that,

wouldn't you? You want me to fill you up again."

"I don't ... Damn, honey. Sir. Love." Oh, that was

charming.

He licked at one of the many marks he'd left on Jeremy's

neck, his fingers slowly looping around Jeremy's prick, sliding
along the silky heat.

"Such a good sub," he murmured. "That deserves a

reward."

Jeremy groaned, the sound heated and edged with hunger.

"I'm a fan of rewards. Thank you."

"Should you find out what the reward is before you thank

me?" he teased, thumb pressing against that little slit,
spreading it some.

"I don't have to. I trust you."

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"Oh, now, that deserves a reward as well." He pushed up

into a kiss, jacking Jeremy hard as their lips met.

Jeremy's cock filled, leaking against his fingers, hips

bucking up into his touch.

His fingers spread Jeremy's pre-come along the thick cock,

slicking the way for his sliding hand. The heat against his
palm was tremendous, making him moan, his own cock
beginning to ache in response.

"So good. So hot..." Jeremy's voice was raw, rough.
He couldn't agree more. "You are." He let go of Jeremy's

cock, wriggling down he muscled body, making sure to rub all
the way down.

"Mmm. Where are you going, honey?"
"To give you your reward."
That deep, needy sound was the happiest thing he'd heard

in hours, for sure. He smiled, beaming at Jeremy's cock, so
hot and hard, enticing. He licked from base to tip, humming
the entire way.

"Oh. Oh, please, sir. So good." Jeremy spread wide for

him.

He settled in to explore, play, licking briefly at Jeremy's

hole before nuzzling and nibbling the man's balls.

Jeremy's moans filled the air, fingertips brushing his head.
He rubbed his cheek against Jeremy's inner thigh, his bare

morning whiskers catching on the smooth skin.

"Sim ... Simon. Fuck, that's hot."
"You smell wonderful." Jeremy did. Like musk and heat

and man. It was arousing.

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Of course, he thought pretty much everything about

Jeremy was arousing.

"I want you."
Simon knew. He could feel it in every inch he touched. He

turned his face and bit the tender skin, determined to leave a
mark in this pale spot as well.

"Fuck!" Jeremy jerked, toes curling, knees drawing up.

"Oh, fuck. Stings."

Yeah, that had been the idea. He sucked strongly, tongue

flicking at the skin when he was done.

"Goddamn." Jeremy tried to roll over, legs caught under

him.

"Mmmhmm. You're not going anywhere until I'm good and

done."

"You're sure?" Those huge muscles bunched.
"I'm sure." He bit again.
He could feel Jeremy shuddering, forcing those amazing

muscles to stay still.

"That's right," he murmured. Jeremy would stay because

he'd said so. Then he turned his attention back to Jeremy's
prick, the heated length calling to his mouth.

"Sir. Sir, love. Damn." The soft words started falling

around him.

He licked and nibbled and sucked, making love to Jeremy's

cock. He felt the response in each suck, that fat cock
throbbing and jerking, swelling and leaking into his lips.
Simon slowly began to focus on bringing Jeremy off, head
bobbing up and down as he took more and more of Jeremy's
cock into his mouth.

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Jeremy was right there with him, muscles rippling and

rolling, the big body fighting to stay still.

He slapped his tongue across the tip of Jeremy's cock.
"Sir..." The heavy cock pulsed, drops sliding onto his

tongue.

"You can come for me, Jeremy." He swallowed Jeremy's

prick into his throat, sucking hard.

That was all it took, Jeremy's cry ringing out, seed pouring

into his mouth.

He took Jeremy in, licking his lips to capture the drops that

had escaped.

"Thank you. Oh, damn. Thank you."
He gave Jeremy's cock one last swipe of his tongue and

then crawled back up the amazing body. "It was my
pleasure."

Huge hands dragged him in, holding him tight against the

heavily muscled body. Groaning, he leaned in for a kiss,
rubbing slowly against Jeremy's belly. Those hands slipped
down, heading to cup his ass.

He loved Jeremy's touch; he loved that Jeremy did touch.

It was so sexy, made him feel great.

Jeremy worked him, rubbing him against amazing abs.
"Faster," he murmured, meeting Jeremy's eyes, staring

into them.

"Yeah. Yeah, honey. I got you." Jeremy did, too, rubbing

and rocking them together, giving him more.

"You do." He groaned, so close. The kiss he got rocked him

down to the bone, Jeremy's tongue fucking his lips. Simon

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cried out, hands grabbing hold of Jeremy's biceps, holding on
as his orgasm ripped through him.

"Yeah. Yeah, honey. Just like that." Jeremy groaned, lips

tracing his face.

"Mmmhmm..." His body sank against Jeremy; he was

utterly melted.

"So fine." He was rocked, nice and easy.
"You are." He kissed Jeremy and then let his head rest on

his lover's shoulder. "This has been a great long weekend."

"It has. Thank you."
"Thank you."
Breakfast could wait. He had some snuggling to do.
Then they could play some more, stretching his lover, his

sub.

It was going to be glorious.

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Chapter Nine

Jeremy thought that maybe, just maybe, he was going to

kill someone.

It'd been two weeks since some weird-assed virus had

gone through the club and, although he'd missed getting it
altogether, he'd been working doubles, sometimes triples.

It was exhausting.
Aggravating.
Unfair, because a couple of the guys had Masters who just

came in and told Xavier no more. He, of course, wasn't in that
sort of thing with Simon—at least he was pretty sure he
wasn't, because, if he had been, he'd have been pissed.

Because he hadn't seen Simon but twice—once for a cup of

coffee, and once for a quick kiss in the shadows.

He rolled his shoulders and firmly lectured himself on not

whining.

A commotion at the bar caught his attention. Simon was

there with Xavier—it was a testament to how overworked and
tired he was that he hadn't even noticed Simon coming in.

"It isn't right, Xavier!"
Xavier shrugged, leaning forward to talk to Simon, words

low.

"He needs a night off, Xavier. He needs several, and I'm

going to insist that he has it." He'd never seen Simon look so
stern.

The entire club was watching, including him.

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"I wasn't aware you two had a relationship where you

could insist, Simon." Xavier looked ... confused. "No one ever
mentioned that to me."

"Not formally, no. But just because a man doesn't have a

Master doesn't mean you can take advantage of him." Simon
waved at the phone. "Call someone in who's had the last few
days off."

"He's a grown man. If he wants time off, he can ask for it."
Oh, fuck this. "Y'all stop it. Boss, you know I won't leave

you hanging, but I could seriously use a break."

"There you go. He's asked." Simon raised an eyebrow at

Xavier.

"It'll take a minute."
"Xavier? Sir? I'd be happy to work the tables Jeremy's

covering. He waited tables for me the first night I got sick."
Little Louis smiled up at him, sweet as pie.

"Can you handle it, Lou?"
Xavier never asked him if he could handle it.
"I'm sure he wouldn't have offered unless he was sure."

Simon smiled at Louis. "Thank you, young man."

"Yes, sir. You're welcome. He needs a rest, I think."
"I'm fine, man, but thanks. I could use a couple hours."
"A couple of days," Simon insisted. "You can call him at my

place if you need him before Thursday night."

Xavier's lips twisted. "I'm covered for the weekend, Jerms.

You can have 'til Monday afternoon."

His knees actually buckled. "Oh, thank God."
Simon's lips tightened, but he didn't say anything, only

offered his arm.

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His fingers wrapped around Simon's bicep. "Thank you, sir.

It's damn good to see you."

Damn good.
Simon nodded. "I got tired of waiting for you to be free."
They didn't stop and talk to anyone. Simon simply led him

out of the club and down the street toward the Mustang. He
let Simon put him in the car, actually let the man put his
seatbelt on him.

Jesus.
"Look at you. Exhausted." Simon stroked his cheeks and

gave him a quick kiss before going around to the driver's side
of the car. "We'll be home in short order."

"Okay. Thanks, honey. I..." Wait. He didn't have his

clothes, anything. Still, he could manage for a night.

Simon squeezed his thigh. "You need someone to care for

you, Jeremy."

"Maybe for a minute, huh? Just don't tell anyone."
"I don't know about that." Simon took advantage of a red

light to look him in the eye. "When you're mine, I'll want
everyone to know."

"Yeah?" Because God knew, he'd wished a couple three

times that he had someone to come up to the club on his
behalf, just make things better.

"Yes." Simon's attention went back to the road as the light

changed. "We need to talk, Jeremy. Once you've had some
rest."

"Yeah. After rest and a shower." He grinned, winked.

"Possibly a beer and a bit of time in bed, huh?"

"Only a bit of time?" Simon adjusted himself.

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"I got..." He counted. "Six and a half days."
Simon pulled up into his driveway and turned to give him a

smug smile. "You're welcome."

"Mmmhmm." He could let Simon be smug. It worked for

him.

"Come on. There's a shower and a bed with your name on

it. And then that ass is mine." The look turned from smug to
hot. "Your cock, too."

"Anything you want, honey. I'm yours." He meant it, too,

even as he stumbled into the house, Simon's hand on the
small of his back to direct him.

"Yes, that's what I'm hoping," murmured Simon.
They headed into the bathroom straightaway, Simon

leading him in so he could strip down. The shower was turned
on, steam quickly filling the room, and then he was pushed
gently, Simon urging him into the spray and following him in.
"I'm going to wash you."

He didn't know whether to say thank you or no, you don't

have to.

Simon seemed to know, fingers pressing against his lips.

"Let me take care of you, Jeremy."

Jeremy mouthed 'yes, sir' against that finger, eyes closing

a little.

"That's better." Simon got him leaning against the tile and

then he was cleaned, touched everywhere with firm, yet
gentle touches.

"How have you been, sir? I've missed talking with you."

Loving him. Touching him. Sleeping with him.

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"I've missed you as well. So very much." Simon took the

showerhead down and began rinsing him. "It's left me with a
lot of time to think."

"That sounds ominous." He stretched and spread, letting

Simon touch him, see all of him.

"Oh, no. Not at all. Well, I guess that depends on how you

react to our talk." Simon's fingers touched him everywhere,
sluicing the water over him, enjoying him.

"Whatever it is, honey, we'll figure it." He knew that.

Simon was fun, easy to talk to, interesting.

"I don't mean to be mysterious. I just don't want to ask

you to make serious decisions while you're so tired."

His cock was patted, Simon's fingers dropping to roll his

balls.

"You have good hands." He wasn't sure if he could get it

up, but he could try.

"They enjoy touching you." Simon chuckled and stood,

pressing against him. "I enjoy touching you. We should go to
bed so we can enjoy this lying down."

"Works for me, sir. Jesus, I'm tired, just bone deep."
"I know. I know." Simon tugged him out of the shower and

dried him off, terry cloth sliding on his skin with the same
thoroughness Simon had used with the soap.

He blinked, following as Simon eased him into the

bedroom, onto the bed.

"You look so good on my bed, Jeremy. Like you belong

here."

"Thank you." He stretched out, arms and legs, back and

shoulders creaking and popping.

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"Let me just take care of you, get you off so you can

sleep." Simon's hand wrapped around his cock, began to tug.

"I ... Oh." His back arched, ass pushing into the mattress.

Oh, that felt good.

"Feels good, mmm?" Simon smiled, tugging harder, faster.
"Yes. Yes, thought I'd be too tired. Yes..." That thumb

started working his slit and he gasped, toes curling.

"Too tired for much more than this, yes. So what I want

can wait, but this..." Simon's hand tightened again, sped,
flying on his prick. "This you need."

"What do you want?" God, yes. He needed.
"Oh, so many things, Jeremy. So very many things."
"I want to know all of them." He could feel his balls

drawing up.

"You will, Jeremy. I promise."
"Gonna." He reached for Simon, hands shaking.
"Come for me, Jeremy. Let me see your pleasure. Let me

smell it."

"Oh, honey." He shot so hard his teeth rattled, his entire

body burning up.

"Mmm ... there you are." Simon cleaned him up and then

snuggled up next to him, petting his belly. "There you are."

Pushing closer, he nodded, throat working as he fought the

urge to just fall asleep. He needed to please his lover.

"It's okay, Jeremy. You can sleep now."
"Yeah? Don't wanna leave you hanging..."
"I'm sure you'll make it up to me later." The rubbing of his

belly was almost hypnotic.

"Uh ... Uh-huh..." So good. So...

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Chapter Ten

Simon stayed with Jeremy, holding onto the man while he

slept.

The last couple of weeks had indeed left him with plenty of

time to think, and going to see Xavier to get Jeremy some
time off had confirmed it for him. He had desperately wanted
to tell Xavier he was Jeremy's Master and he was ordering the
man home.

He had the greatest hope he would be able to do so the

next time. Smiling, he pressed a kiss to Jeremy's shoulder.

"Mmm. Simon." Jeremy moaned his name, rolled close to

snuggle.

He loved that so much, the way Jeremy reacted to him,

the instinctive need to touch him that seemed to live in
Jeremy.

"Yes, my Jeremy, I'm here."
"Good. Missed you, honey." That smile warmed him right

up.

"Oh, yes, I missed you, too. So very much." He cupped

Jeremy's face, looking into those pretty eyes as their lips met.

Jeremy gave everything up to him, tongue gently sliding

over his lips in welcome.

Simon had great hopes the answer to his question would

be a heartfelt yes. He sucked gently on Jeremy's tongue, his
own teasing the tip. Those huge hands started rubbing,
working up and down his spine. He groaned into their kiss,

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melting against Jeremy's solid body. Jeremy moaned for him,
rubbing them together, that heavy cock filling.

"I want this, Jeremy," he murmured, biting at red lips. "I

want this to be mine."

"Hmm? I am yours, honey."
His heart caught at that easy acceptance and he pulled

away from the kiss, put an inch or two of distance between
them. "I mean formally. I want to be your Master."

Jeremy stopped, blinked a little. "For real?"
He nodded, nervous suddenly, but not at all willing to take

it back. "For real. I told you I'd been thinking in the time
we've been apart. I don't want this to happen again. I want
you to live with me. I want us to be exclusive. I want to have
the right to speak for you at the club."

Jeremy stared at him, eyes still and serious. The look went

on and on. Then Jeremy's smile broke through like sun
through the clouds.

"Is that a yes?" His own lips were already turning up to

meet Jeremy's smile with one of his own.

"I reckon we have to work some details out, honey, but ...

Yeah. Yeah, it's a yes."

He smile turned into a beam and he threw his arms around

Jeremy's neck, hugging him close. "Oh, yes!"

"Oh. Oh, honey." Jeremy wrapped around him, holding on

tight. "You make me damn happy, sir."

"Likewise." He laughed and pushed closer.
They laughed together, the sound ... oddly relieved, he

thought. Maybe Jeremy had been waiting for him to ask.

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"We'll iron out the details over the next few days." They

had all the time in the world, now that they both knew.

"Uh-huh. Later. This now."
Jeremy stole his breath away with a fierce kiss. Moaning,

he pushed into the kiss, losing himself in the press of their
mouths and their bodies. Jeremy felt so good against him,
hands rocking them together.

"My Jeremy," he murmured, enjoying the way it sounded.
"Hell, yeah. I like the sound of that."
"So do I."
He gave Jeremy a kiss, tongue sliding along warm lips.

Jeremy was eager, arms wrapped around him and holding
tight. His hand drifted down to hold onto Jeremy's hip, the
move possessive. Simon loved the blush of the tanned skin,
the way Jeremy pressed into the touch. His.

"I'm going to push your boundaries, make you fly. We're

going to work so well together."

"Boundaries? I have boundaries?" Jeremy's tease was

gentle.

He laughed. "Not anymore."
They smiled together, then Jeremy kissed him again,

hands framing his face. Moaning happily, he resumed his slow
rubbing, their cocks sliding together, slick with pre-come. He
could feel Jeremy's lips part, the little gasp hot on his mouth.
He moved his hips faster, their easy pace giving way as need
overcame him.

"You feel so good, honey. So good."

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"I do. You make me feel better than I ever have." He

groaned as the head of his cock bumped along Jeremy's
muscles. He moved faster.

"It's how it's supposed to be, hmm? You gonna come on

me, honey?"

"Uh-huh. After you come. I want to smell you."
Jeremy went bright red, that amazing belly going tight.

"Oh, honey."

"Uh-huh." He took Jeremy's lower lip in his mouth, sucking

on it as he moved against his lover.

Jeremy's thrusts started getting a little desperate. Simon

met each one, his hips rolling, and he began to pant like he
was running.

"I ... it'll be soon." Jeremy moaned the words against his

lips.

"Now, love. Let me feel your heat, smell you. Now."
"N ... now. Now. Oh, fuck, honey." Jeremy shot, spunk

spraying over his cock and belly.

The smell and the sensation of it sent him over the edge,

his cry echoing in the room as he came. They shared another
kiss, both panting and licking at each other lazily.

"I'm going to treat you to celebratory pancakes."
"Mmm. I love pancakes, and I could murder some milk and

eggs and bacon."

"Then it's a date." Just as soon as he got up off his favorite

mattress.

A soft kiss pressed against his temple. "Thank you."
"Thank you, Jeremy."
From the bottom of his heart.

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Chapter Eleven

Lord have mercy, he was full.
Jeremy stretched. Both of them were wandering down

Howard Street, basking in the sun. Breakfast had been
perfect—filling and lazy and simple. He'd had a ball.

Simon's hand touched his briefly. "How do you feel about

hand-holding, Jeremy?"

"You mean just out and about?" He shrugged a little. "I

never have, really. Didn't want to get my partner in trouble."
It would take a couple of big boys to kick his ass.

"Well, we are in 'our' part of town, and I would like very

much to hold your hand." Simon's hand slipped into his.

Yeah, the rainbow flags were flying. He squeezed Simon's

fingers, trying not to feel self-conscious. The beaming smile
Simon flashed him helped. They wandered slowly, Simon
obviously getting a huge kick out of holding his hand.

"Feels good to be out of the club." He thought he'd

forgotten what the sun looked like.

"Well, that won't happen again." Simon squeezed his hand.
"No?" He squeezed back. They probably needed to chat

about what was what, what they wanted. He'd never done
exactly this before.

"You have someone to look out for you now." There was

deep happiness in the words.

"Yeah? That's got a nice sound to it, huh?"
"It certainly does. We're all looking for someone to care

for, to care for us."

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"So, that means I look out for you, too, huh?"
Simon nodded. "I believe a contract between two men is a

partnership."

"Good." He needed to be a part of things, in the middle of

it, and he didn't do passive. "I'm not looking for a ride, you
know? I mean, well ... I guess I am, sorta ... but..."

"Well, a different kind of ride, yes?" Simon chuckled and

bumped their shoulders together. "If I wasn't giving you what
you needed, you wouldn't have agreed to a formal contract."

"I wasn't talking about that." They passed a shoe store, a

goofy housewares store. "I was talking about giving you what
you need."

"You give me what I need, Jeremy. More than anyone else

ever has. More than anyone's ever wanted to before."

"Good." He'd fight for this, fight hard. Simon filled a bit of

his life he hadn't known was empty, not really.

"It is good. You make me so very happy, Jeremy. It's a

good partnership."

"It is." And it was. Hell, there was lots of shit in his life

going good right now. "So, how is all this gonna work?"

"We should iron those details out." Simon pointed toward

the patio of Apple's Cafe. "Shall we sit and do that?"

"Sure. We could have a coffee and sit in the shade."
"You're reading my mind."
"You want a latte? I'll go in and order."
"You're good to me." Simon patted his ass.
He went in, ordered a latte and a cappuccino, the little

barista smiling and flirting idly with him as he waited.

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One of the napkins he was given along with the coffees

had a phone number on it, the barista giving him one last
flirty look.

He chuckled, heading out, careful not to spill. He put the

drinks down first, making sure that Simon got the napkin that
was written on. "The barista thinks I'm hot."

"The barista's got good taste." Simon picked up the napkin

and chuckled. "Too bad for him you're taken."

"Yep." He settled in, stretched out long.
Simon gave him a lingering look. "So ... how detailed

would you like to make this?"

"How detailed do we need to? I mean, I'll be honest with

you, I've played a lot, but I never thought I'd find something
like this, someone like you."

Simon reached for his hand again, taking it and squeezing.

"I know exactly what you mean."

"So, how do we do this, honey? How do we make it work

for us?"

"That's the beauty of it—we make it work for us, not the

other way around."

He chuckled, nodded. Not sure what to do next, he relaxed

back, letting Simon make the next move.

"I don't think we need to outline every little thing. I'm

comfortable that you'll tell me if you want something or we do
things you don't like. We both know your safeword."

"That works for me. So, let's go this way. What will be

different, now?"

"I would like to put it on paper that we're in a Dom/sub

relationship. It's a matter of commitment, you know? A

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declaration that we're exclusive, that we're in it for the long
haul."

He nodded. "Are you willing to get tested, go bareback? If

you're not, that's cool. I just want to know."

Simon nodded immediately, without hesitation. "I would

love to do that. I have never gone without a condom, ever. It
is something I could give you exclusively."

"I haven't either. Not ever." He would with Simon, though.

He leaned forward, pitching his voice low. "I love the idea of
feeling you come inside me."

A low moan was his answer, Simon's eyes shining, hot.
"Do you want this to be twenty-four seven? Only during

scenes?" He wasn't sure he could be a full-time sub. Of
course, he wasn't sure he couldn't.

"Twenty-four seven. I want to be able to come in and

order you home when Xavier has taken advantage of your
good nature. You know I'm not the type to order your food for
you and then cut it up, but I like having the option there. And
I like the thought of you being mine, always. Not just in
scenes."

Jeremy considered this for a time, chewing on his bottom

lip. "I can't promise you I'll be on the ball all the time. I have
a bad temper. You need to know that."

"I don't expect it all to be wine and roses, Jeremy. In fact,

I don't want it to be."

"I want the pictures of the other men out of the bedroom."

The words surprised him, but they were true.

"Okay. Will you let me replace them with ones of you?"

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"Maybe. Maybe someday. I'm not sure..." God, he hated

pictures. Hated posing like an idiot.

"Someday. I can accept that. For a while."
"What do you want?" He didn't ask it meanly; he honestly

wanted to know.

"I want it to be real."
The words echoed through him a little bit. "We are. We are

real, Simon."

"Good. Then we'll weather any problems together." Simon

leaned in, pressing a soft kiss on his lips.

"You taste like coffee." He hummed a little, happy. "Do you

want me to call you sir, honey?"

Simon's lips twitched, the smile breaking through. "Sir

honey?"

"Don't make me beat you." He started laughing, tickled.
"No, no, that's not how it works—I beat you." Simon's

laughter joined his.

He leaned back, face to the sun. "I've never been so

happy, Simon. Swear to God."

"I know just how you feel."
"I hope so. It would suck to be the only one..." Jeremy

stopped, blinked a second. Dude. Dude. "Does this mean. I
mean, I'm still staying on the sofa at Rick's." Jeremy, man,
you can't ask to move into another guy's place.

"Would you like to move in, Jeremy? I was worried it was

too soon to ask, but if we're committed, there's nowhere else
you should be."

"You sure, man? I mean, you might hate living with me.

That couch ain't too bad."

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"Oh, yes, I imagine we're so incompatible that I'll be

kicking you out within a day or two." Simon shook his head.
"We fit too well together for me to ever hate living with you."

"You say that now..." He knew him—there'd be workshop

grease and singed clothes. Still. Damn.

"I would like you to move in with me, but it isn't a

condition of our contract." Simon rubbed the back of his
hand. "We won't know unless we try."

"This is true. And if it don't work, I'll just find somewhere

to crash." He nodded. It wasn't like he really had a lot of shit.

"As for your earlier question, I guess in scenes I'd like you

to call me 'sir.' Otherwise, I must admit, I like being called
'honey' and 'beautiful.'" A faint blush covered Simon's cheeks.

"Well, if it's true." He reached out, took Simon's hand.

"You know that, huh? You're a fine son of a bitch."

Simon's fingers squeezed his. "I'm glad you think so.

That's what matters."

"I do." He did. No bullshit.
"Thank you." Simon beamed.
"We should let Xavier know. And there's a lawyer or two at

the club who'd be happy to draw up our agreement." Simon's
finger rubbed over his knuckles. "Would you like to make the
signing public? We could do it at the club, celebrate
afterward."

"Dude, not until after my time off's done. Xavier will put

me to work."

Simon laughed. "You have a point. Would you like me to

put a call in to the lawyer to have the contract drawn up for
your perusal?"

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"I ... Sure. Sure, what will it say? Are they legal?" He'd

never really thought of them being something honestly legal.

"If we want it to be, it will be, yes. I want it to be legal so

that you're safe."

"Safe? From what?"
"From abuse of my position. Or if anything were to happen

to me. If things are legal, your interests are protected."

"Oh." He stopped, blinked. "I. I don't. I mean, you know I

don't have anything built up yet, right? All the money I made
in the service went into learning the metallurgy, moving,
coming out to school."

"It's about more than just the money." Simon squeezed his

hand. "Come on, let's continue walking. Maybe go down to
the beach."

"Okay." He stood and grabbed the cups to toss them. He

tried not to be nervous, but it was hard. This felt damn big.

Simon took his hand again as they started walking. "Do

you have more questions, Jeremy?"

"I have about a thousand. Have you ever done this

before?"

"No, I haven't. There never was anyone I wanted it with."
"And you think I'm the right one?"
"You make me happy to wake up every morning, Jeremy."
"Thanks, honey." He kept walking, mulling all of this.

"Does your family know that you're queer?"

"I've told them. It's easier to remain in denial when you

live several states away."

"Yeah. My people know. I mean, about the liking men

thing. Not about the other."

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He couldn't imagine looking at his daddy and saying that

he let someone tie him up and put things in him. Not in a
million years.

"Well, the other's not exactly anyone's business, now is it?

Aside from your partner, of course."

Simon chuckled softly, leaned into him. "That would be

me."

"Yeah. Yeah, honey. That would be you." He took Simon's

weight easily. "Tell me something about you I don't know."

"I'm allergic to bee stings."
"No shit? Damn. Do you carry one of those pen things?"
"I do, actually. In part because I'm also allergic to pine

and some cleaners linger terribly in the air."

"Jesus, Simon." He held his lover closer. "You'll have to

show me what to do, if you need me, okay?"

"I'm fine, Jeremy, just fine. Now your turn—tell me

something I don't know about you."

"I shot a man when I was in the service." He hadn't told

anyone about that, not even his daddy. Hell, he never even
thought about it, ever, so he couldn't figure out why that's
what came out of his mouth.

Simon's eyes went wide. "Did you kill him?"
"I don't know. I think so, but I don't know."
"Does it bother you?"
"No. Yes. I don't know. I try not to think about it. I don't

even know why I told you."

"Some part of you must have wanted to share it with me.

We can talk about it some other time if you'd prefer."

"I just don't want there to be secrets between us."

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"Yes, I think that's a good idea." They turned down onto

the beach and Simon stopped to take off his shoes. "I like the
feeling of the sand between my toes."

"Yeah? I wear boots all the time, so I don't do it much. It's

like the official uniform—jeans, boots, hat, belt."

"It's a very sexy uniform." Simon's hand slid across his

ass.

His ass cheeks clenched. "Better than some. Can you see

me in some of the shit that comes through the club?"

Hell, some of the twinks wore some wild damn shit.
"Oh, I just might have to try you out in some outlandish

stuff." Simon's eyes positively twinkled. "To expand your
horizons."

Jeremy snorted, tickled. "Uh-huh. Right. Toga parties? I

could dress like a gorilla for Halloween..."

"A gorilla..." Simon started to laugh—not polite giggles,

but outright laughter that turned into pig-like snorts.

Jeremy's laughter joined right in, both of them sounding

like fools.

Simon wiped his eyes as his laughter faded. "Oh, dear. I

can't remember the last time I laughed like that. You're
definitely good for me, Jeremy."

He let his hand slide down Simon's spine, just petting a

little. "Good."

"I think I'd like to go home, Jeremy. I'd like to go home

and do ... things with you. To you."

"God, yes. Please." It had been a wonderful morning, but

he was ready. He needed something ... to mark the occasion.

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Simon slipped his shoes back on and all but dragged him

back up the street to where they'd parked the Mustang. It
wasn't like he was fighting Simon, either. His cock was filling,
pushing against the zipper in his jeans.

As Simon started the engine, he looked over and laughed.

"God, you make me want."

"That's good, right? It would suck to bore you."
"It's very good. So very good."
They pulled out into traffic, Simon speeding some. He

reached over, touched Simon's cock, thumb sliding down the
length of his shaft. Simon moaned for him, the sound wanton.

"I want you, honey. God, the things I want you to do to

me."

Simon reached down and pressed his hand against the

hard cock. "Tell me."

"I want you to touch me, fill me up." His prick throbbed at

the thought of that row of sounds, silver and shiny.

Simon glanced at him, eyes hot. "Your ass or your cock?"
"I..." He wasn't sure he was ready to answer that yet.
Simon chuckled. "It's okay, Jeremy. I know."
His face was going to burn off. It was still hot by the time

Simon pulled up into his drive and the Mustang's engine cut
off.

"I ... Inside?" His cock was aching.
"Yes. Just as quickly as we can."
Simon laughed again as they all but ran up the walk. "We

seem to be doing this a lot—getting all hot and bothered in a
car that's far too cramped for us to get busy in, and having to
hot-foot it inside."

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"It's a habit. Our thing. I want to have a lot of things for

you."

"Yes. Yes, that sounds good."
Simon let them in. "I have to get you a key."
"When you get a chance, sure."
"Yes, not now." As soon as they were in and the door

closed, Simon pushed him up against a wall, mouth closing
over his with eagerness, heat.

He wrapped his arms around his lover, dragging Simon in

close, rubbing them together in a rhythm old as time.

"I'll do you long and slow after, hmm?" Simon didn't give

him time to answer, but dove back into the kisses, keeping
his mouth busy.

Anything. He tore at Simon's slacks, fighting to grab that

heavy cock. When his fingers wrapped around flesh, he cried
out, needing. A needy moan pushed between his lips, Simon's
fingers fumbling at his jeans, making him crazy as they
brushed and bumped against his trapped cock.

He nodded, squeezing Simon and stroking hard. Simon's

hips pumped, cock burning along his palm. It seemed like
forever before Simon had his cock out, too, hand wrapping
around it.

It wasn't going to take long—they were both stupid with it,

humping and moaning and driving each other crazy.

"Jeremy!" His name ended on a gasp, Simon's gaze

meeting his, eyes going wide as heat spilled up over his hand.

He dropped to his knees, licking Simon clean, jacking

himself with quick, hard strokes.

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Moaning, Simon stroked his face with clean fingertips.

"Come for me, Jeremy. Come."

"Yeah." He arched and shot, just like that, the taste of

Simon on his tongue.

"I love that smell," Simon said softly, patting his shoulder.
He leaned in, kissing Simon's hip. Yeah, and he loved

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Chapter Twelve

It took a few minutes for Simon to even realize they were

standing just inside the front hall, not having made it much
past the door before they'd fallen on each other.

He stroked his hand over Jeremy's hair, the feeling of his

lover's breath against his belly making his cock try to fill
again. Oh, this man made him lust, but it was more than that,
so much more. Humming happily, he patted one broad
shoulder. "You think you're up to heading upstairs, love?" The
bed would be so much more comfortable, whether they
wound up fucking or playing or just lying together and
enjoying their closeness.

Simon thought they should mark the occasion of their

decision to move in together and draw up a contract, though.
And he had just the right thing. He'd gone out and bought a
little vibrating wand after Jeremy had taken so well to the
sounds. Jeremy had said he didn't like vibrators, but Simon
figured there was a big difference between what went into
Jeremy's ass and what went into his cock.

He held his hand out to Jeremy. "Come on."
"Right here, honey." Jeremy tucked himself back into his

jeans, took his hand and smiled, heading upstairs with him.

They stopped halfway up the stairs and kissed, Jeremy's

lips soft and warm and swollen against his. "I think we should
celebrate, don't you?"

"Absolutely. For days and days."

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Laughing, happy all through, he put his arms around

Jeremy's neck and kissed him again, lips lingering, tongue
stroking. Jeremy groaned and lifted him, holding him close.
That strength was intoxicating. Simon was sure that with any
other man he'd have worried about being dropped on the
stairs, but not with Jeremy.

He wrapped his legs around Jeremy's waist, his kisses

continuing. Jeremy walked him up the stairs, tongue fucking
his lips.

"Bathroom," he murmured when they got to the upstairs

landing. "We'll shower together first."

Naked and wet and all those muscles. It sounded just

about perfect.

"You got it." Jeremy kept walking, muscles bulging for him.
Bending his head, he licked at Jeremy's throat, lips closing

over the pulse point.

"Oh, honey. That's so nice."
He hummed happily, sucking enough he was going to

leave a mark. Fortunately, Jeremy's employer didn't mind.
They made it into the bathroom, Jeremy carefully easing him
down.

"Thank you." He couldn't stop himself from rubbing against

Jeremy, his cock already perking right back up.

He slid his fingers beneath Jeremy's T-shirt, pushing it up

over the magnificent chest.

Those dark nipples went tight, Jeremy flexing for him.
"All for me." He licked at one, and then the other, tongue

flicking across them as he tugged the T-shirt over Jeremy's
head.

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"Yes." That was a sure, honest sound.
Simon nodded, heat spreading through him as he latched

onto one of Jeremy's nipples and sucked hard.

"Oh. Oh, fuck. Honey. Good." Jeremy's hand cupped his

head, held him close.

He hummed around Jeremy's flesh, and then moved to the

other nipple. He loved tasting and touching this man, loved
making Jeremy moan and babble and need. The things he
could do, the places they were going to go together. His
fingers slid over Jeremy's lovely belly, going down to undo
the man's jeans.

Jeremy sucked in, let him touch while those big hands

worked to get him naked. He slipped his fingers into Jeremy's
jeans, feeling the man up. The heavy cock was still slick. It
was heavy, the tip thick and bulbous.

"I love your cock," he told Jeremy. His fingers danced

across the tip, teasing.

"Good. It loves you." Jeremy grunted, biting his own lip.
That made him laugh and he got Jeremy's pants down,

fingers cupping Jeremy's balls and then moving up the thick
cock.

He traced the heavy vein along the shaft, feeling it throb.
"Let's get wet."
"Sounds perfect." It only took a few minutes for the water

to be hot, steam filling the air. He'd intended to simply wash
Jeremy, but those muscles were too enticing to ignore.
Besides, Jeremy's hands were exploring him, searching out
his hot spots, loving him.

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He brought their mouths back together again, the water

flowing over them as their tongues slid and fought. Jeremy
touched him like he was fascinating, like his body was an
addiction. It made him moan, his prick already hard again.
Jeremy made the need rush through his blood.

"Simon." Jeremy licked the water off his shoulders, his

neck.

"Mmm. Yes." He slid his fingers over Jeremy's shoulders

and arms, Jeremy's skin silky and slick with water.

"Mine." Jeremy smiled for him, pressed closer.
"Oh, yes." He liked belonging to someone. No, he liked

belonging to Jeremy.

Jeremy's smile felt good against his skin. He reached back

to the soap dish, finding the bar and beginning to run it over
Jeremy's body. Jeremy moaned, rocking against him, all that
strength surrounding him.

"I have something special for us to mark the day with." He

rubbed the soap on Jeremy's strong thighs, his fingers
slipping between them to spread the bubbles around.

"This is special." Jeremy moaned, nuzzling him. "What do

you have?"

Oh, Jeremy blew him away constantly. He nodded. "Every

kiss is special." He couldn't help teasing. "I'll save the
vibrating wand for later."

"Vibrating ... oh, fuck me." Jeremy's eyes went wide; the

kiss he got burned him to the ground.

He didn't think they'd be waiting to try it out. He wrapped

his arms around Jeremy's neck and let that kiss have him,
taking him flying. Those strong arms muscled him up, rocked

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him against that belly, things wild and fierce, nearly out of
control.

Oh, he could get lost in this, but that wasn't what Jeremy

really wanted. It wasn't what he really wanted just at the
moment, either. "Wait," he murmured, breaking the kiss. "I
have plans."

Jeremy groaned, forehead against his, eyes heated. "Fuck,

you make me crazy."

"It's a good crazy, though, hmm?" He patted Jeremy's

cheek.

"God, yeah. Yeah. I want you like nobody else. Ever."
"Good." He leaned up to give Jeremy's lower lip a sharp

bite, and then he drew them both back into the water, rinsing
them off.

Jeremy was hard, swollen, muscles tight and gleaming

under the spray.

"Beautiful." He was tempted to turn off the hot water and

cool them both off. Laughing at himself, he turned the water
right off and drew Jeremy out of the shower. His lover
grabbed towels, drying them off, the rough cloth dragging
over them both. He moaned as the towel slid across his
nipple, making the little bit of flesh go hard as a diamond.

Jeremy leaned down, lips hot on his chest, tongue flicking

his nipple.

He slipped his hands behind Jeremy's head, holding it

there as he groaned. Then he tugged Jeremy away.
"Bedroom. Now."

"Bedroom. Right. Fuck, I love the way you taste."

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"I'm rather fond of you tasting me." Very fond. But they

had other things on their agenda.

Jeremy slipped one hand around his waist, leading him to

the bedroom.

"Lie on the bed, Jeremy. I won't bind you today—you can

hold onto the headboard."

"You need a bigger bed, lover."
"I think we need a bigger bed."
"Oh." Jeremy smiled at him, the grin slow and sweet.
"Yes. Oh." He returned Jeremy's smile, bending to bring

their lips together.

He reached down and rolled Jeremy's balls. "I'm going to

touch you all over."

"Yes, sir. Anything." Jeremy settled on the bed, stretched

out for him.

"Yes, anything. Everything." He grabbed the wand, the

lube, and a condom, tossing them onto the edge of the bed
before climbing up, trying to decide where he was going to
start.

Jeremy stretched, muscles flexing for him. Leaning in, he

wrapped his lips around Jeremy's right nipple, sucking hard.
He heard the headboard creak. When he used his teeth, the
wood groaned. He kissed his way over to the other nipple,
treating it the same.

Jeremy made the best sounds—deep and low, desperate

and hungry.

His fingers slid over Jeremy's belly, tracing the sweet little

dips and peaks. Jeremy's belly jerked and rippled, moving

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under his touch. From there he moved to Jeremy's hips, his
upper thighs.

"I want you."
"Yes. Yes, you'll have me. You will."
"I know." Jeremy relaxed a little, smiling at him. "Sorry,

I'm a little worked up."

"Oh, I don't mind worked up." He leaned down and kissed

the tip of Jeremy's prick. "I like you worked up."

That sweet cock leapt under his lips, almost kissing him

back.

"I'm going to fill this." He pressed the tip of his tongue into

Jeremy's slit.

"Oh, God." Jeremy groaned, shuddering under him.
"You may call me 'sir.'" He gave Jeremy a wink.
"Huh? Oh. Right. Sir." Jeremy chuckled, reached down and

traced his smile.

He nibbled on Jeremy's fingertip. This man made him so

happy, it filled him until he ached with it.

"Pretty man." Jeremy went all heavy-lidded.
"Yours." He bit one fingertip and then nuzzled Jeremy's

balls, tongue going behind them, finding the smooth, hot
flesh there.

"Yes. Yes, I won't make you regret it, Simon."
"No, I don't believe I ever will."
He breathed on Jeremy's hole, watching it clench.
"Tease." God, Jeremy sounded happy.
He turned and bit one smooth inner thigh, just hard

enough to feel. "Maybe."

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Jeremy stayed still, muscles rippling, but those long legs

not moving.

Simon nudged Jeremy's balls with his nose and then licked

at that sweet little hole, tongue circling it.

"Oh." Jeremy's moan filled the air, low and deep.
He loved that sound. He loved all of Jeremy's sounds.

Moaning softly himself, he began to tongue-fuck Jeremy's
hole. God, he loved the way Jeremy tasted. He just had to
admit it—he had it bad. Was one hundred percent caught in
the pleasure and joy of the man. Simon found the lube in the
sheets and slicked up his fingers, rubbing them against
Jeremy's hot little hole.

Jeremy spread wider, pushing down onto his touch.
"I'm going to make love to you first." Then his attention

would be fully on blowing Jeremy's mind.

"Yes, please." Jeremy smiled down at him. "Do you want

me to be still?"

"No. I do want you to keep holding the headboard,

though." He pulled his fingers out of Jeremy, covered his cock
and spread lube onto the condom.

"Aren't those the same things?"
"You have limited body movement, yes, but you can still

move." He spread Jeremy's legs wider to prove his point.

"Right." Jeremy's thighs shook so beautifully.
"Just no hands." He reached up and tweaked one of

Jeremy's nipples.

Jeremy's fists tightened.
"Mmm ... beautiful man." He moved forward, rubbing the

tip of his cock against Jeremy's hole.

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Long legs wrapped around him, dragged him in closer,

drew his prick in.

"Impatient man."
"Yes. Patience isn't my strong suit."
"You can learn, though." He began to move, slowly,

carefully.

"Do you think so?" Jeremy was watching him, eyes like

coals, burning down at him.

"I do. And we'll have such fun while you do." He moved

faster, burying himself in Jeremy over and over.

"Feels good." Jeremy shifted, squeezed, riding his cock.
Simon shuddered. "It does." He reached down and took

Jeremy's prick in his hand, fingers sliding loosely over the
silky, hot flesh.

Jeremy hummed, eyes closing a bit at the sensation.
He made it last as long as he could, but the feelings built,

and far too soon he was holding tighter to Jeremy's cock and
pushing in harder. Jeremy braced his heels on the mattress,
hips bucking, driving them faster. Simon shifted until his cock
pegged Jeremy's gland as he thrust.

Those lovely eyes flew open, muscles working as Jeremy

squeezed the headboard.

"There. There." He could hardly catch his breath, his

thrusts getting stronger.

"There. Oh, damn. Damn..." Jeremy's head came up, all

that strength adding to his thrusts.

Simon went a little wild, hips jerking hard. "Come for me,

love. Come for me."

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"Oh, fuck. Yeah." Heat poured over his fingers, spraying

between them.

Jeremy's ass held his cock tight, squeezed him in the best

possible way. With a cry, Simon came, too. Jeremy's arms
wrapped around him, holding him close.

"I didn't say you could let go of the headboard, Jeremy."
"Hmm?" Jeremy nuzzled him a second, humming softly in

pleasure.

He indulged in a kiss and then pulled out, breaking

Jeremy's hold on him. "Hands on the headboard—I didn't give
you permission to let go."

He got rid of the condom and reached for the lube again,

eager to get that going while Jeremy was still relaxed and
melted.

"Sorry. I was ... caught up in you, honey. Sir."
It was a fascinating thing, to see Jeremy try to find his

headspace.

He pressed a kiss to Jeremy's belly and then the man's

soft lips. "That's okay, you're about to be caught up in your
cock."

Jeremy searched his eyes, breath coming a little quicker

already.

"It's going to be good, love. It's going to blow your mind."

He took hold of Jeremy's prick, holding it so the little slit
made an 'o.'

"I don't know if I can stay hard." The heavy prick was

flagging a bit, but not much.

He stroked it a couple of times, bending to suck on one of

Jeremy's heavy balls.

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"Simon..." Jeremy's legs spread wider.
"Just making sure you stay hard." He gave Jeremy a wink.
"You're an evil tease."
"No, I just need you hard in order to put the wand in your

slit."

He felt the shudder, a deep vibration that moved all the

way through Jeremy's body. "Fuck."

"Not quite, but close enough." He squeezed out a generous

dollop of lube onto Jeremy's slit.

The headboard creaked, Jeremy's hips pushing back into

the mattress, the motion away instinctive.

"You can't escape it, love." He pushed the lube into

Jeremy's slit, and added some more.

"I gotta try." Jeremy was beginning to sweat a little, skin

flushed dark.

He laughed softly, grabbing the wand and running the tip

of it around the head of Jeremy's prick.

"I." Jeremy's eyes rolled a little, then the strong mouth

firmed, shut. Jeremy closed his eyes and Simon could see him
forcing himself to relax, to be calm.

So beautiful.
Simon slid the tip of the wand into Jeremy's slit, then

pulled it out again. In and out, not even a half-inch, he fucked
Jeremy with it.

Jeremy's tension grew, the strong muscles trembling for

him.

"All right, all the way now." He let the wand go in about

halfway, and then let go, gravity pulling the wand right in, the
ball at the top stopping it.

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"Simon!" Jeremy's hands slipped off the headboard.
"It's in now, love." He took Jeremy's hands and placed

them back on the headboard. "I need you to hold on now."

"Hold on. Right. I hear you. It's a little overwhelming."
"I know. And it's about to get more so." He picked up the

little remote and put it on its lowest setting.

Jeremy's hips jerked up, those strong hands squeezing the

headboard hard.

"How does it feel?"
"I don't know. It's big."
Simon slid his hand around Jeremy's balls. He could feel a

faint vibration in them.

"I. I can't ... I don't. Fuck!" There was a touch of frustrated

fury in those words.

He turned the vibrations up a bit, holding Jeremy's balls

tighter. "Look at me, Jeremy."

Those eyes slowly opened, staring at him.
He held Jeremy's gaze. "I'm right here, love. And you can

do this."

"I'm not good at this." Jeremy was fighting to hold on, he

could tell.

"That makes the fact that you're doing it so much

sweeter." Jeremy was doing it for him.

"I. Jesus, I got all these thoughts in my head."
"Well, don't leave them in your head, love. Share."
"I can't believe I'm letting you do this. I mean, I'm not

ashamed, but I still. I wonder, you know? I'm letting you put
something in my cock."

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"And it's vibrating." Bending he kissed one of Jeremy's

balls before turning the vibrations up a little bit. "You are so
strong, to let me do this."

Jeremy groaned, legs shifting. "I don't know ... I don't

know if I can hold on."

"You're doing fine. You're going to feel this tomorrow. I'll

be with you all day."

"Simon." Jeremy moaned, arms jerking hard, trying to pull

away.

He turned the dial to full, the vibrations in Jeremy's balls

increasing.

Jeremy actually sat up, still holding the headboard.
"So good, Jeremy. You're doing so well." He stroked his

fingers back toward Jeremy's hole.

"I don't feel like it. Fuck, fuck. Simon, I can't."
"You are Jeremy. You are."
That led to another round of Jeremy fighting to relax

himself, to center himself, to take control of himself.

Bending, Simon kissed one nipple, and then the other,

feasting on his lover's body.

Jeremy's breathing slowed, the man so still for him.
"Stunning," he murmured, tongue moving to trace

Jeremy's beautiful abs.

"I need to move, Simon."
He slid two fingers into Jeremy's ass. "You may ride my

fingers."

Simon heard the thankful sound, and Jeremy started

moving, sliding up and down on his touch. So tight, the soft,

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hot walls worked his fingers like they were his cock,
massaging and rubbing.

Jeremy whimpered, moving faster, working out his

frustration.

Simon slipped in a third finger, his own breathing coming

in needy gasps.

"Full." That tight ring of muscles squeezed hard.
"I know." He pushed his fingers in deeper, twisting them

until he found Jeremy's gland.

"Fuck!" Jeremy twisted, almost turning completely over.
"Not quite yet." He kept touching it, feeling the vibrations

from the wand deep inside Jeremy's body.

"I can't. Fuck. Full. It's too much."
"I say when you're done." Simon spoke sternly, but he

smiled encouragingly. "Soon. You can do it."

"I don't know if I can. I don't..." Jeremy grunted, panting,

riding his touch, pushing down harder onto his fingers.

"That's it. Like that." He met Jeremy's eyes, letting his

pleasure, his arousal, and his pride show.

Jeremy nodded, moaned, sweat sheening his face. Simon

held his lover's gaze, working Jeremy's prostate like it was
the last thing he'd ever do. Then, just when he could feel
Jeremy begin to lose it, he pulled out the wand in a single,
smooth stroke.

Jeremy screamed, spunk spraying him in the face.

Moaning, Simon rubbed Jeremy's come into his skin. His lover
hid his face on one muscled arm, panting hard.

"Look at me, Jeremy." Jeremy's answer was a soft moan.

He squeezed Jeremy's balls. "I said, look at me."

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"Fuck. You're pushing. I need to breathe." Jeremy looked

at him, though.

"Pushing is my job, love." He held Jeremy's gaze and

leaned in to kiss the man. Jeremy's lips were trembling, just a
little.

"I love you, Jeremy," he whispered before pressing into a

kiss, his lips sliding against Jeremy's.

Jeremy's eyes went wide, hands landing on his shoulders.

"For real?"

He swallowed and then nodded. "It just popped out, but

it's true."

Jeremy looked at him, stared, then his lips were traced by

one callused finger. Smiling, he grabbed Jeremy's fingertip
with his lips, sucking on it. Jeremy moaned, eyes on his lips,
fascinated. He pulled off Jeremy's finger, teeth scraping along
the pad. Jeremy pulled him down, kissed him hard, need
written in every line of the man's face.

He brought Jeremy's hand down to his prick, showing his

lover his need.

"How do you want me? I'd give you anything."
"Your mouth, Jeremy. I want your mouth."
"Fuck, yes." Jeremy leaned back, tugging and pulling him

up toward those swollen lips.

He climbed until he was straddling the wide shoulders, his

knees planted by Jeremy's head, and fed his cock into
Jeremy's eager mouth. Those strong hands cupped his ass,
tugged him in deeper. He wrapped his hands around the
headboard, a little voice in his head laughing at him over the

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symmetry, and then it didn't matter, nothing else mattered
but the hot pull of Jeremy's mouth.

Groaning, he began to move, slowly fucking Jeremy's

mouth.

Jeremy bobbed his head, speeding them up, trying to get

more. Pushy bottom.

Simon took a handful of blond hair and held Jeremy's head

still, setting his own pace.

Jeremy's eyes flashed up at him, curious, a little

concerned.

"I'm in charge here, love. I'm setting the pace." His words

were breathless, his hips moving faster now.

Jeremy's eyes went wide, then the look heated to burning

and those lips opened, Jeremy relaxing his neck, letting him
have control. He nodded jerkily, his hips picking up the pace
as that submission, and the obvious pleasure Jeremy took in
it, inflamed him. Jeremy was focused on his cock, now, just
the act of sucking, of tasting him, and Simon wanted to
scream with pleasure.

"Yes. Yes. Jeremy." His hips started snapping, pushing his

prick deep into Jeremy's throat.

Jeremy swallowed, pulling hard, the look on his lover's

face blissful.

"Damn." He'd wanted to last, he'd wanted to do this for a

long time, but he couldn't. He came with a cry, pouring his
seed into Jeremy's mouth.

His strong lover drank him down, moaning around his

prick, cleaning him with that soft tongue.

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Groaning, he finally pulled away and lay down next to

Jeremy, hand sliding on the magnificent chest.

Jeremy dragged him close, eyelids closed, already mostly

asleep.

"Welcome home," Simon whispered.
Jeremy didn't answer, but he smiled.
Simon settled against Jeremy's warmth and let sleep have

him.

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Chapter Thirteen

He woke up when it was just getting dark, wandering

through the house to look for some food. He'd slept more in
the last two days that it wasn't funny.

'Course, there were lots of things that weren't funny. Like

how much he got off on Simon. It was ... unnerving.

Speak of the Devil ... there was Simon now, coming down

the stairs, wearing a dark green robe.

Simon's face lit up when the man saw him. "Are you

hungry? I'm starving."

"I am. Starving." He smiled. "I was going to raid your

cabinets."

"Or we could be lazy and order pizza. See if we've got

compatible topping tastes." Simon's hands slid around his
waist.

"Oh. Dude. Pizza." He winked, faking the 'valley' drawl.
Simon laughed, one hand sliding down to smack his ass.

"Watch it..."

"Why? Is it going to do something worth watching?" He

looked over at Simon, trying his damnedest not to crack up.

Simon didn't hold back, though, laughing brightly and

smacking his ass again.

He started laughing, shaking his head and grinning. "I

never did get that stuff—the whooping thing. What kind of
pizza?"

"The whooping thing?" Simon's touch stayed on his ass,

rubbing now. "I like bacon and onions, extra cheese."

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"What's your position on olives? And whooping—as in

'whoop your butt.'"

"Well, I wasn't spanking you, I was just smacking your ass

a bit. There's a difference. And I think olives belong in
martinis, not pizza."

"I've never had one of those." He wasn't sure about there

being a difference, really. "How about half bacon and onion,
half pepperoni and olive?"

"Sure, I can compromise. On pizza, at least."
"Cool, I'll order." He went to grab his wallet out of his

jeans, having to go back upstairs to get it.

Simon hummed and followed him up, hand trailing over his

back as he made the call.

"So." Simon pushed him to sit on the bed and then sat on

his lap. "How are you feeling?"

"Okay, I think. A little unnerved, maybe. A little like I'm

not sure what to do."

"What would you do if you were at home?"
"Wish I was hanging out with you. Watch TV. Head down

to bang metal."

Simon laughed softly. "Well, then, let's go watch some TV

while we wait for the pizza. Unless you'd like to discuss how
your cock is feeling at the moment and how come it's so hard
for you to find your subspace in here." Simon pressed a finger
against his temple. "And what techniques we might employ to
get you there faster."

"It feels heavy, like it's been touched inside, and I don't

know. No one's ever asked how."

Subspace.

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Did he have that?
"It has been touched inside." Simon's hand slipped inside

his robe, gentle fingers playing with his prick, his balls, giving
all the family jewels a thorough exploration.

He moaned a little, caught himself shuddering. "Damn." He

wasn't used to this.

"I love the way you feel in my hand."
"I've never met someone that was so interested in

touching. I mean, jacking off and stuff, yeah, but you're
feeling me."

"You're more used to it being wham, bam, thank you,

Jeremy, aren't you?"

"No, not really. I've had some fun lovers, but ... I don't

know how to explain it." Usually there was a lot of get-to-it
fucking.

Simon tilted his head. "It's different, but it's working for

you, right?"

"Yeah. Yeah, it's more than that, though. I'm ... smitten."
Stupid with it.
The slightly concerned look disappeared, Simon smiling for

him. "I know the feeling."

"I just never felt for anyone like I feel for you, you know?

It's unnerving."

"It's not old hat for me, either, but it's also exciting and

fun and rather amazing, I think."

Simon gave his balls a little squeeze. "Come on. We'd

better be dressed before the doorbell rings."

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"I need to head over to the house and get some clothes."

He'd worn the ones he had with him for two days and they
were starting to complain.

"Sure. Are we going to need a truck for the rest of your

stuff, or can we bring it all back with us today?"

Shit, everything he owned fit in a truck tool box. "I have a

suitcase and a trunk."

Well, and a hat box.
"We'll squeeze it into the Mustang. Or you can take a cab,

if necessary." Excitement danced across Simon's features as
he pulled on a pair of corduroys and a sweater.

He tugged up his jeans and headed to wash up a little in

the bathroom.

A real bed.
Damn.
He could hear Simon puttering in the bedroom, humming

in spurts and starts, and when he came back out it was to a
made bed, the bedroom neat and tidy.

"You move quick." He looked at the bed, grinned a little.

"It's a good bed, you know?"

Simon smiled back at him. "It is. We're going to build a lot

of good memories in it."

"I hope so." He let his hand trail on the comforter. "You

know, I don't have much. I mean, I'll pay my way, but ... I
don't have."

"Well, it might be selfish of me, but I'm kind of glad. I

mean I like my bed and my couch and my dining room
furniture, and I'm glad I don't have to give any of them up to
fit your furniture in the house." Simon grinned and took his

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hand, leading him downstairs. "You see, all our odd sides fit
well together."

"Well, it's funny. I got cash, you know? From the service,

saving up for school, but I always lived in the barracks."

He wasn't poor, just ... unencumbered.
"Well, if you wanted to buy some stuff to have here, I

won't object. This is going to be your home, too. You aren't
just crashing here, you're moving in."

He nodded his head, throat suddenly a little dry. He was

glad as hell when the door bell rang and he could go buy
pizza. By the time he got the pizza back to the kitchen, Simon
had set the table for them and put a couple of beers by their
plates. Simon was sharpening the blade of one of those pizza
rollers.

"I have some great whetstones in the studio. I could bring

them."

Simon nodded, put the sharpener down, and reached to

touch his cheek. "Whatever you want to bring, love."

He bent down, leaning into the touch. "You smell good,

darlin'. So good."

"They say that's important, you know. That people who are

compatible like the way each other smells."

Simon stepped closer, nose sliding along his cheek.

"Mmm..."

He reached out and drew Simon closer, letting himself

forget the pizza for a minute. Solid and warm. Simon's arms
went around his middle, his smile beaming from his face,
looking so happy. It was a good look for the man—natural

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and warm, easy, like a weight had fallen away from Simon
and left him younger.

Their mouths joined, Simon kissing him softly, tongue

slipping between his lips. Before the kiss could deepen,
Simon's stomach growled loudly. Simon laughed against his
lips.

"Hungry man." He goosed Simon's ass, both of them

chuckling this time.

"You're the one who needs to keep your strength up."

Simon rubbed his belly, eyebrow waggling.

"Oh, I'm a big ole boy." He flexed, pushed into Simon's

hands for a second before pulling away.

"Yes. Yes, you are, indeed." Simon took a step back and a

long, admiring look before turning back to the table. "Okay,
let's eat."

Jeremy's cheeks were burning as he sat down, so

goddamn pleased—it was stupid. He was a big, good-looking
guy and he knew it, but he needed Simon to know it, too.

Simon slid the pizza roller through the pies and put two

pieces on both their plates, opening their beers, too. It was
all so domestic, but there was a warm light in Simon's eyes
whenever Simon's gaze landed on him.

The pizza was damned good, and Jeremy ate four pieces

quickly, then started working on five and six. He hadn't
known he was that hungry. Simon ate more slowly, and only
had three pieces, but he didn't make Jeremy feel like there
was anything wrong with how much he was eating.

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When Simon was done with his third piece, he sat back

with a sigh and wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin.
"Oh, that hit the spot."

"You know it. I don't feel like I've had a chance to catch up

in days." He finished his beer, then tried to decide if he
wanted another one or a cup of coffee.

"Did you want me to make an appointment for you at the

same time as mine, to get our bloodwork done? Or do you
have your own doctor?" Simon shifted, hand coming out to
rest on his thigh.

"I don't have a doctor, honey. I guess I can go to the VA,

but not for an AIDS test. They'd ... ask questions."

"I'll make an appointment for both of us with my doctor,

then." Simon patted his thigh. "We'll go tomorrow."

Simon was eager to get the tests done.
"Yeah? I can handle that." He could afford it. "I haven't

ever gone bareback."

Something flared in Simon's eyes. "Neither have I, love.

I've always wondered, but I've never felt this need to do it
with anyone else."

"No? Things in the service were very ... quick, you know?

Then, I hadn't found the right person."

"But you have now." Simon simply beamed at him.
"Yeah. Yeah, honey. I have." No matter what.
One hand wrapped around his neck, tugging him down to

press their lips together. He wrapped his hands around
Simon's waist, fingers moving slow and easy. Simon broke
the kiss long enough to tug at his lower lip and moan softly.

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Then the kiss grew harder, Simon pressing as close as he
could sitting side by side.

"I got you, honey. So damn pretty." He groaned the

words, thumbs moving in lazy patterns.

"Back away from the table," murmured Simon.
"Hmm?" He nuzzled in, licking at Simon's mouth.
Simon's hands pushed at his belly as his lover half stood.

"Push back from the table; you're too big for me to move."

He scooted, shifting where those hands wanted. "Better?"
"Yes." Simon straddled his thighs, letting him take Simon's

weight. "Much." Simon's wriggling rubbed their crotches
together.

"Hey, beautiful." He dragged Simon down, kissing the man

fiercely.

Simon's arms wrapped around his neck, a long moan filling

his throat. He wasn't hard yet, but it didn't matter. Hell, it
wasn't about that; it was about tasting that sweet, happy
mouth. The kiss went on and on, Simon devouring his lips
and then inviting him back into the warmth of Simon's mouth
to return the favor.

Jeremy went boneless, breath caught in his chest, his

entire focus on Simon and their kiss.

Simon's tongue slid with his, and then his lover's fingers

were at his waistband, working his shirt out of his jeans,
fingers sliding on his skin once it was found. His abs clenched,
went tight, the muscles jerking at the simple touch. A low
groan sounded, Simon's fingers stroking, rubbing, tracing the
muscles on his belly.

"Such good hands."

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"Such great muscles. Warm skin. Jeremy." Simon's next

kiss was hard and sharp, hungry.

His eyes rolled. When Simon's hands moved up, pinching

his nipples, he bucked up, riding the sting.

"Yes," hissed Simon, doing it again, hips moving to meet

his as he reacted the same way.

Simon skimmed his shirt right off, their lips parting as it

was pulled up over his head. He wasn't bare anymore. The
hair on his chest was coming back, still spare and short, but
there, not hiding his hard, aching nipples at all. As soon as his
shirt was off, Simon dove in, teeth sharp, tongue so hot.

"Fuck. Fuck. Simon. Sir. Love. I." Fuck. It burned.
Humming, Simon tugged on his nipple, twisting it with his

lips.

His fingers clenched, and he was tempted to beg for more.
Harder.
Sharper.
Please.
Fingers found his other nipple, Simon twisting it as well,

plucking at it. One nail scraped across it. Another sound left
him, bubbling out from his belly. Simon rocked, ass dragging
over his cock, making him wish their pants were gone.

"You make me crazy, honey. I swear." His balls were

aching.

Simon raised his head long enough to give him a wicked

smile. "A good crazy, I hope."

"A good crazy. Yes." A wild, insane, breathless crazy.
"Good." Simon all but growled the word, mouth returning

to his right nipple, teeth worrying it sharply. Simon's free

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hand dipped back down to his navel, stroking it before
pushing past his waistband.

"Please." This time he did beg, his cock aching with the

burn.

"You beg so nicely." Simon switched nipples, teeth

worrying the left as the tips of Simon's fingers brushed his
prick.

His cheeks went red-hot, his fingers creaking as they

curled around the wood of the chair. He wasn't sure he
wanted to beg. He wasn't sure he wanted the burn and ache
to feel good.

Simon knew, too, soft laughter rising up, the heat of

Simon's breath warming his chest.

"Come back to bed with me, Jeremy."
"Yeah. Yes, sir. Damn." Damn, he wanted ... something.
"Good. I have something pretty for these." Simon's fingers

flicked at his nipples.

"Pretty?" Oh. Oh, fuck. He didn't. But he did, sort of, didn't

he?

Damn.
"Yes. Very pretty." Simon flicked his nipples again, and

then climbed off his lap, holding those hands out to him.

"I. I don't. Damn." He followed and just shut his damn

mouth. He obviously did, or he wouldn't be here.

They hot-footed it up the stairs, Simon eager, him

following along just as quickly.

"Nipple clamps." Simon opened a little box with a dozen

little paired clamps.

"There's a lot of them." His balls tried to draw up.

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"These are my favorite." Simon took out a mother of pearl

set and handed them over.

"Why?" They were shiny, almost glowing in the half-light.
"Because they look beautiful and they aren't too sharp.

They have a nice bite, though." Simon's eyes twinkled.

"I'm not into pain, you know." He winked, his nipples still

flushed from Simon's attention.

"I know, love." Those eyes were still twinkling, warm.
"Okay. Good." He handed the clamps back, the metal

jingling a bit.

"This isn't about pain, though. Not really." Simon took one

of the clamps and opened it, setting it on his right nipple.

"It." He bit his lip against the quick pang. "It's not, hmm?"
Simon's head moved back and forth and then Simon blew

on his nipple, the rush of air almost tickling. "Not strictly."

"Mmm." His nipples ached so good.
"You feel it, don't you? How good it is." Simon's fingers

played with his unclamped nipple, keeping it hard. He knew
the bite was coming, and the anticipation built the longer
Simon didn't clamp it.

"Am I supposed to answer that, or is it rhetorical?"
"I want to hear you admit you like it."
"Oh." He couldn't. Not yet. Not so baldly.
Simon's chuckle was soft, gentle, the look in Simon's eyes

knowing. The second clamp went around his free nipple, and
then Simon was pushing him back, herding him toward the
bed.

He went, nipples aching, cock hard between his legs.

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"On the bed," murmured Simon, voice so husky, he could

feel all the want in the world in it.

"Yes. Yes, sir."
Simon climbed up onto the bed after him, kneeling over

him, eyes watching his nipples. He reached down, hands
sliding up along Simon's thighs, fingers digging in. Simon
murmured happily, fingers working his zipper down, teasing
his prick through the cloth.

"Fuck, you make me hot and bothered."
"Good." Simon leaned down to flick one of his nipples, hot

tongue warming his skin.

The tug was deep, surprising him, and he pulled away,

grunting a little even as his cock left a wet spot on his jeans.

"Mmm. This would be easier for you if I tied you down,

wouldn't it?" Simon grinned. "I'm not going to, though."

"I don't need you to. I'm cool." He wasn't a wuss, damn it.
"No, I know you are." Simon's hand pushed into his jeans

and wrapped around his cock, tugging it out into the air.

His fingers, still wrapped around Simon's thighs, clenched

as the air caressed his prick, cooled the wet tip.

"God, Jeremy. You're so sexy." There was a growl in

Simon's voice. "And all mine."

"Yes. Yes, sir." Fuck, that made him shift, made him want

to flip Simon over and suck the man down, made him want to
beg for that pretty cock to fill him up, stretch him wide.

Simon shifted, tugging his jeans. "Lift your hips, love."
He braced himself and lifted, ass clenching tight.
Simon dragged the jeans slowly off his ass and down his

thighs. "You can relax again."

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Jeremy wasn't sure of that—there were parts of him not

relaxed at all. The jeans slid the rest of the way off, and
Simon stopped long enough to strip himself, too.

Then his lover was on hands and knees, leaning over him

again. "There we go. Naked is better."

"It's a good plan, that's for sure." He wrapped his fingers

around Simon's cock, jacking the man easily.

Simon groaned, humping against his hand for a moment

before covering his hand. "Not now, Jeremy. I have other
plans as well."

"Yeah?" He stopped moving, but didn't let go. He needed

to touch.

Simon stroked his cheek. "You can touch me, but I'd prefer

not my cock or nipples. Your touch is too distracting."

That touch felt amazing. Jeremy nodded, happy with the

explanation, and he eased his fingers away.

"Good man." Simon kissed him then, long and deep,

fingers sliding on his body. One flicked the right nipple clamp,
the other hefted his balls. He groaned and spread, eyes
rolling a little bit. That touch was so fucking sure, so hot. The
other nipple ring was flicked. "Feels so good, doesn't it?"

Jeremy's toes curled, the sensation zipping up his spine.

"It's fucking intense."

"I'll take that." Nose sliding along his breastbone, Simon

moved his head from side to side, flicking the first nipple
clamp again and then the other.

"Fuck. Fuck. Simon." His hands found Simon's ass, and he

tugged the man closer, rocking them together.

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"Do I have to cuff you to the headboard, my lovely

Jeremy?" Simon sounded amused.

"You didn't say I couldn't touch your ass, honey. Sir."
"No, I didn't. But rocking us together? That's definitely on

the list of things that are going to distract me from making
you fly."

"I can't help myself." That was the truth.
"I'm going to take that as a compliment." Simon beamed

at him, hand closing around his cock.

"It. It is. You're special, Simon, swear to God."
"Back at you, Jeremy." Simon flicked both nipple clamps

again; the man seemed determined to keep his focus there,
sharpening everything again every time the sensations faded
to a dull ache.

"Jesus. They sting." It was irritating. Maddening.
Crazy-making.
"The sensation of the blood coming back in when I take

them off is going to be amazing." Simon watched him as one
hand slid down, one finger after the other touching his hole.

His attention was caught, right there. Yes. God, yes. He

ached to be filled up. Fucking ached for it. Simon didn't do
that, though, not yet. One finger after another touched,
pressed, but didn't push in. His eyes closed, and he panted,
focused on that touch, that simple, gentle touch.

It disappeared briefly, only to return, slick this time, Simon

spreading lube over his skin before dipping the tips of two
fingers inside him.

"Sir." Oh, that was ... Damn.

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"I know what you need." Simon's voice was soft, but so

sure. Like those two fingers as they pushed deep inside him.

His shoulders left the mattress, and his eyes flew open.

"Yes. Yes." Fuck, his nipples ached, but it was so good, so
perfect.

"I'm going to have you like this. Nipples clamped, body

open and wanton."

Simon's fingers slid past his prostate.
"Please. Oh, fuck. Don't stop, sir, please. So good."
"I'm not stopping. Not anytime soon." Those fingers kept

moving inside him, making it so he couldn't think.

Then Simon flicked at one of the nipple clamps again.
"Fuck." The word was bitten out.
"Soon, love. I promise." Simon's gaze blazed, burned him

right through. A third finger teased its way inside his body,
Simon moving slowly.

"Yes. Fill me up. Please." He groaned at his own words,

teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

"Soon." Simon's fingers pushed and spread, hitting his

gland over and over.

He reached down, drew his knees up, spreading wide.
"But not yet." Simon's fingers disappeared, twin flicks of

the nipple clamps sending sharp twinges from his nipples
straight to his cock.

"Simon!" He would give anything, anything for more.
"Yes, my love?" Simon's fingers returned, teasing in and

out of him.

"I can't breathe."
Simon's mouth covered his, breath pushing into his lungs.

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He wrapped his hand around Simon's nape, holding him

close. The kiss eased, became soft, fluttering kisses, one after
the other, keeping him breathing, eager. Jeremy relaxed,
body easing, leaning back into the bed as he let Simon have
his way.

"Very good, Jeremy. Very, very good."
Jeremy moaned and let himself ride the praise. "Thank

you."

He heard the crinkle of the condom package opening. "Just

think, as early as next week we could be doing this without
the latex."

"Yes. Yes, you could..." Oh, Simon could fill him with

spunk. Fuck. Fuck, that should be foul, but ... Shit, that
turned him on.

Suddenly Simon's prick was at his hole, pushing in as

Simon's lips devoured his.

Yes.
Yes, yes, yes.
Jeremy bore down, toes curling as he rode. In and in,

Simon pushed, filling him, deep and hard.

"Need this." He groaned, lips pulling back from his teeth.
"I know. I have you, love."
"I know." It made his heart ache, deep down.
Simon licked around one nipple, hips beginning to move.

Their skin slapped together with each thrust, his nipples
burning, aching so good. Simon moved faster, speed
increasing as they rocked. His hands moved over Simon,
restless, searching.

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"Now you can touch me anywhere," Simon murmured,

groaning as his hand brushed Simon's ass.

"Thank God." He dragged Simon in tighter, deeper.
Simon laughed, the sound husky, happy.
"I'm going to take the clamps off now."
"Oh, God." He tensed up, waiting.
Simon's eyes met his, the man's cock filling him over and

over, almost distracting him from the way Simon's fingers
toyed with the clamps.

"Just do it." He groaned. "You're making me crazed."
"That's the idea." Simon laughed softly, eyes holding his

as, without more warning, the right nipple clamp was
removed.

"Fuck!" He bore down on Simon's cock, fingers going to his

nipple without thought.

Simon slapped his hand away, covering the nipple with

that hot mouth instead. Tongue licking, Simon eased the pain
of the blood rushing back into the area.

Moving faster, Jeremy slammed them together, short,

needy cries filling the air. Simon held his hips, encouraging
his movements, urging them together faster, harder. He got
no warning when the other clamp came off.

Spunk poured over his belly, his body giving it up, just like

that.

"Yes! Jeremy!" Simon kept moving, cock hitting his

prostate again and again, making the orgasm seem to last
and last.

The room went grey around the edges, things getting

fuzzy.

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Soft suction on his nipple brought him back, Simon still

buried inside him, but no longer moving.

"Simon." So good.
The suction stopped, a kiss left on his nipple and then

Simon smiled up at him. "Yes, Jeremy?"

"Thank you."
Simon's smile grew. "You're welcome."
Groaning, Simon withdrew from him, dealt with the

condom, and then curled up with him.

He wrapped his arms around Simon, nuzzling, tongue

sliding on his lover's jaw.

Simon lay against him, relaxed and easy. It felt good,

being together, knowing there wasn't a time limit, that he
wasn't going to have to ask when they'd see each other
again. Warm hands patted his skin. "I'm so glad we found
each other."

"Mmm." Simon'd found him. At the club.
"A nap, hmm? And then we'll go over and get your stuff,

bring it here, and you'll be moved in. Mine."

"Yes. Yes, Simon. That sounds good." Perfect, even.

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Chapter Fourteen

Simon pulled up into the drive after work, humming,

happy.

Jeremy had been living with him less than a week and the

excitement of coming home and having someone else there
to welcome him—well, not someone—Jeremy—was still new.

Plus, maybe their test results had come in. Doc had fit

them in immediately and had promised to have a rush put on
it. They would get the results by mail, but if he knew Doc,
they'd also receive a phone call.

Doc had ribbed him good-naturedly and then given him a

hug. It was a big thing, having the tests and going bareback,
bigger even than moving in together, really.

Going bareback was a true commitment.
He let himself in and called out, "Honey, I'm home." He

hoped that never got old.

"Hey, honey. If the phone rings, don't answer it."
"What? Why not?" He'd been planning on diving for the

phone if it rang in a very eager manner.

Just in case it was Doc with the good news. He had no

doubt they'd both come up clean.

"Two servers called in at the Hammer."
"Ah. Well, too bad, you're still recuperating from having to

work fifty million shifts." He waved his hand. Jeremy was
supposed to have some time off.

"Yeah, well, Xavier's on the rampage. He's left four mes..."

The phone rang again.

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He held up a hand and picked up the phone. "Hello?"
"Simon? It's Manning. How are you?"
"Ah, Manning." He beamed at Jeremy. "I'm good. How are

you?"

"Good. Good. I have your results here."
"Excellent. Good news, I hope." He tried not to bounce, he

really did.

"Absolutely. All clear. You're good. Jeremy's cholesterol is

up some. If it keeps going up, we'll have to medicate him."
Jeremy had signed a waiver, allowing Manning to discuss
medical issues with him.

"Really? He's in good enough shape I would have thought

he wouldn't have problems like that. There are foods he can
stay away from to help bring it down, aren't there?"

He smiled at Jeremy.
"There are—watch the trans fats. Convenience foods. Fast

food."

Jeremy's eyebrows lifted.
"We'll do our best to avoid those. Thank you, Manning. I

really appreciate the personal call." He was sure Manning
knew just how much.

"Not a problem. Enjoy your boy." Simon chuckled at

anyone calling Jeremy 'boy.'

"I will. Thank you again."
He hung up the receiver and turned to Jeremy, smiling.

"That was Manning."

"And we're fine, right? All's well?"
Before he could answer, the phone rang again.
He rolled his eyes and grabbed the phone again. "What?"

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"Good evening. Can I please speak to Jeremy? He's

avoiding his boss." Ah. Xavier.

"I'm sorry, Xavier, he's busy tonight."
"Simon. You're killing me."
Jeremy was staring over, wide-eyed.
"He's not at your beck and call, Xavier. If you haven't got

him on the schedule, you can't expect him to be available."

"This was way more fun before you took him full-time."
"You mean he let you take advantage of his good nature?"

Simon snorted. "Sorry, but his free time is all mine now."

"I should never have told him you were a good bet."

Xavier's voice was teasing, warm. "Ass."

"Hardass," he countered.
"I suppose that's better than smartass..."
"I'm sorry you're in a bind, Xavier, but Jeremy's busy. And

so am I. We'll see you around."

He hung up the phone, Jeremy staring at him. "Man, you

just told off my boss."

"I did. And I'll do it again if I have to." He grinned

suddenly. "Manning had our test results."

"Uh-huh. So?"
"Who wants to play hide the sausage without a casing?"

Oh, that was bad. Considering how much he'd been thinking
about this moment, he should have had a better line
prepared.

"That was bad, honey. Real bad. And me. Is now good for

you?"

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"I know, I'm sorry. I know you'll forgive me, though. Now

almost isn't soon enough." He was trying very hard not to
fling himself at Jeremy. It would be unseemly.

Somehow, he didn't care.
"Oh, good." Jeremy took two steps, hands fisting in his

shirt and dragged him close, mouth crashing down on his.

He wrapped his arms around Jeremy's neck, kissing back

with all he was. The kiss went deep, fierce, Jeremy tilting his
head back and taking more. He clung to Jeremy, trusting his
lover wouldn't let him drop. "Upstairs," he managed to mutter
between kisses.

"Yes." Jeremy hauled him up, carrying him easily, stopping

every few steps to kiss him again.

He wrapped his legs around Jeremy's waist, holding on

tight and kissing and laughing.

"Fine fucking man." They bumped along the hallway,

heading for the bed.

He touched Jeremy's cheek, looked into Jeremy's eyes.

"I'm going to make love to you and there won't be anything
between us."

"Yeah? This is really happening, huh? You're sure. Really

sure you want me?"

He gave Jeremy an arch look. "I've opened myself mind,

body, heart, and home to you, Jeremy. Of course I want
you."

Jeremy's cheeks went pink. "I had to ask, honey, give you

the chance to change your mind."

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"Damn, that means I need to ask you, too." And if Jeremy

changed his mind, he was possibly going to cry, which would
be very embarrassing. "Are you sure?"

"God, yes." Jeremy touched their noses together, eyes

laughing. "Does this mean you'll fuck me now?"

"Yes. Hard and deep and with nothing between us but

skin." He bit at Jeremy's lips, rubbing against Jeremy's belly.

"Thank God." Jeremy tugged his shirt open.
He returned the favor, or at least tried to. It was a little

awkward, trying to pull Jeremy's T-shirt up when his own legs
were what was holding it down.

It had him laughing, half in amusement, half with

frustration.

Jeremy dropped him on the bed, grinning down at him.
He kept his legs wrapped around Jeremy's waist, rubbing

their middles together.

Jeremy's hand wrapped around his cock, jacking him good

and hard.

"Careful now, I'm so excited I might go off before we get

to what we're really here for."

He slid his fingers beneath Jeremy's T-shirt, pulling it off.
"If you can get it up again, I'll suck you off, honey. You

smell like fucking heaven."

He answered without hesitation. "I can get it up again."

Jeremy made him so hot. Knowing the barebacking was
coming made him hotter.

Jeremy swooped down, mouth sucking him in, pulling

fiercely.

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Simon shouted, his hips bucking. Damn, Jeremy was

always good at this, but today everything seemed more.
Strong, callused hands dragged him up, pulling him into that
furnace of a mouth. His hands slid into Jeremy's hair, tugging
the short strands, holding on as heat shot through him.

No one had ever needed him so badly, or so well. Better

than any practiced sub, his hungry lover blew his mind.

"More," he whispered, all but shaking from how good it

felt.

The tip of his cock pushed into the back of Jeremy's throat,

the tight tube closing around him.

"Jeremy!" It was the only warning he could give as he

shot, his balls emptying in several rushed spurts.

His lover swallowed him down, sucking and groaning,

mouth pulling everything out of him.

He collapsed back against the bed, petting Jeremy's head.

"That was just what I needed." If he hadn't come, he
probably wouldn't have lasted, and he wanted to make this as
good as possible for the both of them.

That mouth kept working him, tongue sliding up and down

the shaft, encouraging him to stay hard.

"Oh, Jeremy, love." He spread his legs wider, feeling

wanton and good. Jeremy's mouth was as hot as a fire.

Jeremy groaned, sucking fiercely, tongue slapping his

prick.

"Making me need all over again." He'd never gone soft;

he'd never stopped needing Jeremy, wanting him so much.

The strip of skin behind his balls was traced, so lightly,

with one blunt nail. Shuddering, he pushed into the touch.

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The low moan vibrated his cock, Jeremy touching more,
harder.

"I'm going to make you feel so good," he promised. "I'm

going to fill you with me."

Jeremy's tongue slid over his slit, pushing in a bit, sending

electricity up his spine.

"Oh, I'll do that next—fuck you while filling your slit."
The suction on his cock head almost burned as Jeremy

swallowed convulsively.

He tugged on Jeremy's hair. "Come up here, love. I need a

kiss."

"Mmmhmm." Jeremy crawled up his body, muscles heavy

and broad above him.

He slid his hands over those amazing muscles, finger

scraping across Jeremy's nipples on the way up.

"I need you. Now." Growly and pushy. He liked that in a

sub.

Leaning up, he brought their mouths together, biting at

Jeremy's lips. "You have me."

That heavy cock slid alongside his, rubbing hard, Jeremy

rutting against him.

"Jeremy. Wait. We want to do this properly." He pushed,

trusting Jeremy would roll over onto the bed.

Jeremy bounced a little, denim-clad legs sprawling.
Simon laughed, feeling good. Feeling incredible. "Naked,"

he ordered, attacking Jeremy's jeans.

"No. No, I'm Jeremy."
"Don't make me smack you!" He was laughing harder,

dragging Jeremy's zipper down.

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Jeremy's laughter tasted perfect. Together they got

Jeremy naked, all those beautiful muscles spread out on the
bed for him.

"Fuck, I want. So bad."
"Yeah. I'm going to take my time, though. Make it last." As

long as he could.

"We could take your time on round three..." Tease.
"You think?" He nuzzled between Jeremy's thighs, urging

the muscled legs to part.

"Yes. God, yes." Jeremy arched, heels thrumming.
"Needy love." He nipped at Jeremy's balls, lips closing over

the soft sac.

"Simon. Simon. Simon." The words just rang out, over and

over.

He hummed and kissed and nuzzled, teasing Jeremy

before settling between the thick thighs and licking at
Jeremy's hole. Jeremy's cries got louder, ringing out, filling
the air. He loved this, loved the way Jeremy smelled and
tasted. He loved the heat that poured from Jeremy's skin.

Pointing his tongue, he pushed it in.
"Please. Please, I need you. I've been wanting. So bad."
Simon moaned softly, pushed in farther with his tongue.

He was going to feel this, wrapped around his cock. He was
going to come, deep inside. Oh. Oh, he could plug Jeremy,
keep his spunk inside that strong body...

Groaning, he shifted and climbed off the bed. "I just need

something."

"Simon..." Jeremy groaned, spreading wide.
"Patience, love."

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"I'm not good at patience."
"I know. It's something we need to work on." He gave

Jeremy a wink, grabbing a nice-sized plug and returning to
the bed.

Jeremy groaned. "You're bound to be disappointed..."
"I don't think so. Not when it's the working on it that I'm

looking forward to." He settled back between Jeremy's legs.

Jeremy spread wider, that heavy cock slapping the flat

belly. He slicked up his fingers, feeding one and then the next
and then the next in, keeping it to just one finger each time.

"Tease." Jeremy's hand slid over that muscled belly,

brushing one nipple.

"Maybe, but that's no excuse for touching what's mine." He

slapped Jeremy's hand away.

Jeremy's moan was luscious, proving how much his strong

lover wanted someone stronger than him. He went back to
slowly pushing one finger after another into that hot hole.

Jeremy's body moved, shifting constantly, trying to get

more.

He didn't let Jeremy have it, though. Not yet. He heard the

low rumble of complaint, Jeremy moaning, reaching for him.

"Patience, my love." He chuckled, pushing a second finger

into Jeremy's body.

"I'm not good at patience. Fuck, it feels so good."
"So you keep telling me. The patience thing, I mean."

Simon kept working Jeremy with two fingers, dancing them in
and out, spreading them.

Jeremy grabbed his knees, tugging them up and out.
"Oh, so wanton."

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He pushed a third finger into Jeremy's hole, leaning up to

kiss and bite at those pretty nipples.

"Fuck. Fuck, more. Please, sir. Please, I need more."
"You'll get it. I want you to be desperate for my cock, for

there to be nothing else that will satisfy your need."

Jeremy's cry satisfied something deep in his soul. He kept

fucking Jeremy with his fingers, sliding them in and out of
that delicious, tight heat. Moaning softly, he rubbed his prick
against one muscled thigh.

"Don't come. Please. I want ... God, you don't know..."
"Don't worry, Jeremy. I plan to come inside you." He

showed Jeremy the plug. "I plan keep it in you, too."

Jeremy stared, cheeks flushing a deep, rich red. Jeremy

reached down, squeezing the base of that fat prick.

He took Jeremy's hand and removed it. "That's mine, and

you won't touch it again until we're done here."

"Fuck. Fuck, I. Love. Honey. Sir. I'm going to shoot. I can't

not."

He grabbed hold of Jeremy's balls, tugging them sharply.

"No. No, you won't. Not until I say so."

Things stopped for a moment, Jeremy's muscles rippling,

and Simon could see it, Jeremy deciding whether to submit.
He let go of his grip on Jeremy's balls and looked into his
lover's eyes, demanding that submission by sheer will alone,
now.

Jeremy took a long, slow, deep breath, relaxing visibly.

"Yes, sir."

"Mmm. Very good, love. Very good."

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He kissed the tip of Jeremy's prick and then moved

forward, teasing the head of his cock against Jeremy's hole.
Oh, he'd never felt anything like that before. That sweet hole
was hot, slick, burning for him. A low moan, almost a keening
sound, tore from him as he slowly pushed in. He went slowly,
wanting to remember every single moment.

He felt it as that tight ring wrapped around his prick,

squeezed him.

"Jeremy ... Oh, love."
"Yes." Jeremy nodded, pulling him in closer.
He shifted, going in as deeply as he could, looking into

Jeremy's eyes all the while. He'd never been so close to
another human being.

"Oh, man. You're in me. Skin to skin."
He stayed still, just feeling, buried deep. "I am. I really

am. You're so hot."

"Yeah. I think I have to be. Hot, that is."
"On fire." He smiled down at Jeremy. "I'm going to move

now."

"I think that's a fabulous fucking idea, honey." Jeremy

winked at him, hands sliding up his arms.

With a laugh that quickly morphed into a moan, he began

to move, pulling almost all the way out before pushing slowly
back in again.

They shifted, finding a rhythm, bodies rocking together,

Jeremy taking him in to the root.

He couldn't believe how much better it was, doing it

bareback.

"So hot," he repeated, because it was.

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"Harder. Harder, please. I want to feel you come."
"Yes. Yes!" He slammed into Jeremy, giving it all he had.
Jeremy was riding hard, head thrown back, deep cries

ringing out. He wrapped his hand around Jeremy's cock,
tugging on it just as hard as he was thrusting. Jeremy was
almost sitting up, mouth open as they humped.

"Come on, love. Come for me. Come around my cock. Just

my cock. Come on."

"Just your cock. Oh, fuck. Simon. You..." Jeremy's ass

squeezed him tight-tight, the muscles fluttering violently,
then ropes of spunk shot out, covering Jeremy's belly.

The feeling of Jeremy's body bearing down on him was

incredible, and Simon shouted, body jerking as he came, too.

As he filled Jeremy with his seed.
Jeremy held him, jerking convulsively. He stayed buried

deep inside, head resting on Jeremy's chest as they panted.

"You. I can feel your. I. Oh, fuck, Simon." Jeremy's heart

was pounding violently.

"I know. I know." He laughed with the joy of it.
Jeremy nodded, gave him a wide-eyed smile. "Yeah."
He took a kiss, and then collapsed against Jeremy again.

He'd insert the plug in a moment.

"I got you, honey. I got you." Jeremy cradled him,

humming under his breath.

"Mmm." He would have said something else, but he

couldn't quite make his mouth work.

It didn't matter. He bet Jeremy understood him.

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Chapter Fifteen

He stormed into the house and headed upstairs to throw

on some sweats and some sneakers and go to run the fucking
awful day away.

Things at the forge had gone upside down and Ricky had

ended up in the hospital because of it. The Hammer'd been
rocking and he'd actually had a fight with some asshole,
actually taken a couple of good hits.

Fuckers.
Simon jerked awake on the bed, blinking owlishly at him,

book in his lap. "Jeremy? What's wrong?"

"I don't want to talk about it, man. Long day. Going

running." Go him for having complete sentences.

"You don't have to go running, you know. I'd be happy to

help you forget the day."

"Thanks for the offer, honey, but I'm in a shitty fucking

mood."

"That's the point, Jeremy. I'm going to give you something

to fight against." Simon got out of bed and went over to the
dresser where he kept most of their stuff. "Why don't you
strip and get into bed?"

"I. I don't know if I can just do that, Simon. I'm really

pissed off."

Simon turned, one eyebrow raised. "I'll make it an order if

I have to." Simon said it so calmly, but there was a thread of
steel in his voice.

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"Simon." He rubbed the back of his neck, the muscles

going tight. "I don't want to fight with you, too."

Hell, he had a bruised jaw, a sore hand. A bad fucking

attitude.

"Then strip and get into the damn bed already, Jeremy."
He blinked, looked over at Simon, trying to decide whether

he was going to lose it or not.

Simon had some rope in his hands as he came back to the

bed.

"I'm trying not to lose my shit here, honey."
"And I'm trying to help you with the release of all tension,

with leaving your bad day behind you. Now, trust me long
enough to make this work. Get. Naked. Now."

"You know, that ain't fair." He pulled his boots off, yanked

at the buttons on his shirt. "Using trust against me."

"I am trying to use it for you, you stubborn man." Simon

pulled the covers and sheets down to the bottom of the bed.

"I know. I know, honey. I'm not trying to be a bitch." He

stripped his shirt off, wincing at the way his arm ached.

Simon hissed. "What is that? You didn't tell me you were

hurt!"

"I'm not hurt. I'm just sore. There was a fight."
Simon tsked and fussed. "Come on, now, let me take care

of you."

He stepped out of his jeans, standing there in his briefs

before going to sit on the edge of the bed.

Simon grabbed a jar of something and came over. "It's

ointment. It should ease the aches. And once it's applied, I'm
going to tie you to the bed and drive you crazy. You can yell

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and scream and try to get away until you've used up all your
energy and are feeling better."

"I really need to work some shit out, honey. Really." The

salve felt good on his arm, warm.

"And I'm going to let you. Just together instead of on your

own." Done with the salve, Simon grabbed the waistband of
his briefs. "Lift."

He stretched up, letting Simon have his way. For now.
Simon tugged off his briefs and then laid him out onto the

bed, wrapping the rope around his wrists.

"I don't think this is a good idea." He didn't feel like

submitting.

"But I do. That's why I'm the Master." Simon gave him a

wink and then tied his wrists securely to the headboard.

He growled a little, closing his eyes and breathing deep,

trying to calm his ass down.

"You don't have to do that, you know." Simon wrapped

each of his feet in the silk rope and tied them to the
baseboard of the bed. "You can growl and struggle all you
want. Just let go and trust the ropes will hold you."

"The bed might not." He snarled a little, pulling on the

ropes.

"What's got you the most angry?"
"The motherfuckers at the club." Calling him a pussy.

Calling him names.

Simon sat on the edge of the bed, touched his hip. "Who?

What did they do?"

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"Some of the servers think it's funny as fuck that I'm a

sub. They got a bunch of college fucks to come mess with
me."

"Jealous little bitches."
Jeremy blinked at the words. Well, that was unexpected.
"What?"
"I just. I didn't think you'd say that, honey. Sir. Simon."
Simon's lips twitched up at the corners. "No? Subs come in

all shapes and sizes, and those little drama queens know it."

"I just hate being called out, man. I fucking hate it."
"What did the college boys say?"
"I don't want to go into it right now." He didn't want to

think about it.

"It'll just fester, love. And this is to try to avoid that, so

why don't you just get it over with and tell me?"

He opened his mouth to tell, then he remembered the

words.

Pussy.
Weak bastard.
Size queen.
Redneck pansy.
Fuckers.
Motherfuckers.
He growled, pulling against the bonds.
"You know it doesn't matter what they said, don't you?"

Simon's fingers began to work his calves.

"I know." He didn't care. It still pissed him off.
"Other people will judge you no matter how you live your

life."

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"I know." He knew.
"What they don't know is how lucky you are. You know

what you want, what you need, and you aren't afraid to reach
out and take it." The massaging moved from his calves to his
thighs.

He wasn't ready to not be mad anymore.
Simon smiled at him. "Go on and yell, pull at the bonds. I

won't think any less of you."

"I'm just fucking aggravated. I don't need to yell like some

kid. I just want to go for a fucking run."

"How about just fucking?" Simon's fingers moved to his

belly, rubbing at the knots.

It was hard to stay tense under that touch.
When he didn't answer, Simon leaned over him and bit his

right nipple. Hard.

"God DAMN it!" Jeremy snarled, jerking violently, the bed

frame creaking.

"Yes," murmured Simon, biting the same nipple again.
"Fucking let me go." God, that stung. He tried to twist, to

get away from that mouth.

"That's not your decision." Simon made his way toward

Jeremy's other nipple with small, stinging bites.

"It fucking is. Let me go." He pulled hard, teeth baring.

Shit, he was hot.

Pissed.
He was pissed.
"No." This time Simon lapped at his other nipple, tongue

pointed, circling it. Simon snapped his teeth in the air just
above the nipple, and then suddenly bit it.

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"Fuck! Simon!" His belly went rock hard, his temper

flaring. "You son of a bitch! That fucking hurts! You untie
these motherfucking ropes right now."

"That's it," murmured Simon, almost too quietly for him to

hear. Then Simon had a hold of his balls, tugging and twisting
them.

"Bastard!" He arched, shoulders screaming as he tugged at

the bonds, pulling hard.

"Yours." Simon dragged his fingertips along Jeremy's cock.

Simon's nails stung his flesh, not enough to really hurt, but
noticeably there.

"Let me go! I am not some fucking weakling! I can handle

this!"

Simon kissed his belly button, right where his cockhead

touched down, tongue swiping at the head.

"What are you doing?" He was fucking freaking out.
Simon's eyes met his. "Letting you get it out. Isn't this

more fun than a solo run?"

"I don't know." That was the honest truth. "I don't know if

I'm having fun. All I know is that I'm mad."

"And that's fine, Jeremy. You can scream and shout and

tug at your bonds. It's a safe place to vent, love, that's all."

Simon's fingers moved toward his nipples again.
"Don't. Don't do it." His entire body tensed.
"What? This?" Simon grabbed his right nipple and twisted

it.

"Fuck!" He yanked hard, the bed groaning this time.
Simon did it again.

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"God damn it! You fucking stop it! What the fuck did I do

to piss you off, man?"

"I'm not the one who's pissed off, Jeremy." Bending over

him, Simon soothed the hurt with long, wet laps of his
tongue.

"Then why are you hurting..." Oh. Oh, damn. His eyes

closed a little and he panted.

"I could use the flogger instead..."
"No." No, he didn't do that.
"Then this it is." Simon's next move was to bite his chest,

above the right nipple.

"Simon. Fuck. Let me go!" His heart ached a little, but his

cock started filling.

"You know what to do if you really want to be let go."

Simon licked where he'd bitten, hands finding his hips, fingers
rubbing.

"Fucking hell." He groaned, toes curling a little. "You ain't

... you're not playing fair."

Simon didn't answer that, simply dug a thumb into the

crease between his hip and pubic bone, the move followed by
a long, easy drag along his cock.

"Mmmhmm. I'm not a pussy, you know, or a weakling."
"I know." Simon moved again, biting the inside of his

thigh, though not hard this time.

"I take things. I'm not a child." He just kept saying the

things he'd wanted to say tonight.

"You take everything you need. You know to ask for it. So

brave." Tiny, sharp bites marched up the inside of his thigh,
right to the crease where it met his crotch.

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"I was so fucking pissed, Simon."
"I know." Simon lapped at the skin behind his balls, tongue

slapping against his hole.

"I'm not horny." Except, maybe he was.
"No?" Teeth scraping lightly, Simon's mouth moved back

up to his balls. One was taken into Simon's mouth, rolled,
sucked.

"No." God, he wanted Simon to ... His mind skittered away

from the thought of the long metal sounds, the ache, the
pressure.

Simon slowly stretched his ball out and then let it slip out

of his mouth. "Not one little bit?"

"N ... No."
Simon's chuckle blew warm air over his cock.
Oh, that put his back up. "Don't laugh at me."
A sharp nip landed on his right hip. "Not laughing at you,

love. Not really."

"Good. I'm no fool. I just..." He sighed, rolling his

shoulders.

Simon sat back. "Love. I've never taken you for a fool. To

me you are a beautiful, sexy, exciting sub. My lover."

Jeremy stared at Simon, took a deep breath. "Tell me

again, honey?" He really needed to hear it.

Simon leaned over him and looked right into his eyes. "You

are a beautiful, sexy, exciting man. You are my sub. You are
my lover."

"I am. I am, Simon. I'm yours."
"Yes. Mine. Nothing else matters." Two wet fingers slid into

his ass.

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"Simon." He arched, heels pushed into the mattress. Shit,

he wasn't expecting that.

"Right here, love. I see you. I love you. My big, beautiful

man." Another finger went into him, opening him wider.

He bared his teeth, legs spread as he rode the sensations.

Full. Full. Oh, fuck. Yes. More.

Simon's fingers slid away, the tip of something cool,

heavy, pushing against him.

"Oh..." He rolled his shoulders and brought his head up off

the bed. "Damn."

"It's the thick silver one." Simon pushed the tip of the plug

in and it stretched him wide. His thighs tensed and he
moaned, deep and low. The urge to thank Simon was huge.
Simon's free hand landed on his belly, rubbing as that plug
kept filling him.

"So big." He loved it.
"And heavy. It takes a big man to take a plug like this."
"Mmm. Feels so fucking good."
"I know." Simon twisted the plug, and then seated it.
"I know what else feels good, too."
"Hmm?" He wasn't paying attention, he was focused on his

ass.

Simon licked the tip of his prick, tongue pushing into his

slit.

"Yes." Images flashed behind his eyes, making him

whimper.

"That's just the start, love." Cool lube pushed in next.
"I." He what? He wanted it. He got off on this, whether he

wanted to or not.

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Simon licked his prick again and then showed him the

sound. It wasn't the smallest; it wasn't the biggest. "I'm
going to fuck your cock with it."

"Oh, fuck. Fuck. I. Simon. Fuck." Please. Please, yes. Oh,

God.

"That's what I said—fuck your cock with it." Simon gave

him a wicked grin, eyes full of heat.

He pulled against the ropes, out of excitement this time,

body needing to move, to fight. A kiss landed on his inner
thigh, right where Simon had bitten him. He clenched around
the plug, toes curling. He wanted this so fucking bad.

Simon grabbed his prick, held it straight, and squeezed it

so the slit formed a little 'o.' The sound was in Simon's other
hand. "Ready?"

He opened his mouth to say no.
"God, yes. I want it, so fucking bad, sir."
"You do. I can tell." Simon began to slide the sound into

his cock.

Jeremy panted and stilled, eyes on his cock. This keening

noise started bubbling up out of his chest, pushing up and out
as the sound went down and in.

"Mmm. Beautiful." Simon pulled the sound back up, not

out, but almost, and then slowly worked it down again.

"Fuck. Fuck. I can't breathe." Don't stop.
"Yes, you can." Simon looked up at him until he met the

man's eyes. "Use the sound to guide you. In and out." As
Simon said it, he slid the sound in and out of Jeremy's cock.

He roared with the sensation, the pressure of the day

cracked loose in his chest. Simon didn't say anything else,

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just kept manipulating the sound. In and out and in and out,
faster and faster.

The burn grew, making him groan. "Sir. Simon. Please. I

need. More lube. Please. I need more."

"Of course." Simon removed the sound and grabbed the

tube of slick, pushing it out directly into his slit.

"Thank you." His Simon was so fine. So fucking hot. "I'm

fucking flying, man. It's so good."

"I know—you're glowing. Beautiful." Simon placed a kiss

on his balls, and another at the base of his cock. Then the
fucking began again, Simon sliding the sound in and out, over
and over.

This time, he flew with it, entire focus on his ass and his

cock and how good it felt, to have Simon give him what he
needed, so fucking badly. He lost track of time, of how long
they took doing this. Nothing else mattered. His ass was full;
his cock was full; and when Simon let the sound settle, filling
him up, and straddled his chest, cock pushed into his lips, his
mouth was full too.

Simon moved slowly, cock pushing into his mouth with

every roll of his lover's hips.

"Jeremy. Your mouth is so good. So hot."
Not as hot as that heavy cock that spread his lips, pushing

into his throat. Simon kept up his litany of praise, voice
breathless. The words became less coherent as Simon fucked
his mouth faster. Jeremy sucked hard, fighting each time
Simon pulled out, needing the taste of his lover's come.

"Jeremy!" Simon's hips snapped harder and his cock

pushed deep into Jeremy's throat.

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Swallowing convulsively, he demanded Simon's orgasm,

every drop. With another cry, Simon came, spunk pouring
down his throat. Jeremy drank the man down, hips bucking
restlessly, furiously.

Simon let him suck until the aftershocks had subsided, and

then Simon slid away and moved down along his body. "Do
you need, love?"

"Please. Please, sir." He was fixin' to die.
Fingers gripping the plug, Simon began to fuck him with it,

while Simon's other hand moved to grasp the sound.

"Oh. Oh, fuck. So good. Please. So fucking good." Filthy

words poured out of him, the pleasure so big that he didn't
even try to fight it.

Still fucking him with the dildo, Simon pulled the sound

right out. "You can come."

His body went tight, his eyes wide open. Fuck.
Fuck, yes.
His wrists burned where they tugged against the ropes,

but it didn't matter because he was shooting. Simon's free
hand wrapped around his cock, pulling out what felt like mini-
orgasms. His mouth opened and closed, but no sounds came
out.

When he was done, Simon tugged the plug right out and

moved to lie on him, kiss him.

He couldn't talk. All he could do was stare.
Simon patted him, and rubbed the slid in between their

bodies. Then his lover lay quietly on him, peace settling all
around them like blanket.

He closed his eyes, hands easy now in the ropes.

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Better.
Eventually, before he drifted off, Simon undid his bonds,

fingers rubbing his wrists.

"Thank you, sir."
He moaned the words, nearly asleep.
"Love you, Jeremy."
"Love."
Yeah.
Love.

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Chapter Sixteen

Simon woke and stretched before cuddling into Jeremy. He

petted the ample chest, Jeremy's body warm and wonderful
to lie against. There were so many things about Jeremy that
he enjoyed.

Jeremy rumbled softly, fingers sliding down his back.

Jeremy had crashed hard last night, after finally letting him
go.

He patted Jeremy's chest again and slipped out of bed. He

didn't know if Jeremy'd even gotten anything to eat last night,
so he was going to make his lover a nice big breakfast.

His lover had fought his submission, seemed oddly

ashamed of it.

Simon pondered the matter as he whipped up the batter

for pancakes and got sausage and bacon cooking. They would
need to find a good balance between submission and daily life
and sex. Jeremy needed to learn to be proud of submission,
of the strength it took.

His beautiful stud.
Humming, he put the pancakes, sausage and bacon in the

oven to keep warm, and put bread in to toast. The coffee was
done perking, and he only needed to do eggs now. The
question was, did he go wake Jeremy up and have the man
come down, or did he make the eggs first and take a tray up?

He pondered. If he took the tray up, he could bind Jeremy,

feed him. Of course, his cowboy hadn't been the most rosy
last night and could be out of sorts this morning ... But that

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might be the way to go, a way to help Jeremy with his
submission. Nodding decisively, he warmed the frying pan up
again and grabbed four eggs.

He listened for Jeremy, but his lover managed to stay

asleep. In fact, when he got upstairs, Jeremy was curled up,
ass in the air, cuddling his pillow.

Oh, now, that was almost worth letting breakfast go cold

for.

He could see that sweet, swollen, hungry little hole, always

needing to be stretched, to be filled up. Grabbing a small but
heavy plug, he lubed it up and set it at Jeremy's hole. His
dear lover arched slowly, hummed, moved to take the plug
in, still sound asleep.

How could Jeremy not be a sub?
He twisted the plug as it went in, offering Jeremy as much

sensation as he could.

"Mmm. Simon. Sir." The soft honorific made his balls ache.
Bending, he kissed one asscheek and then the other. "Yes,

love. It's me." He let the plug go and sat back, admiring how
obscene it looked with Jeremy's ass in the air, the base of the
plug sticking out.

"I. Uh. Wow. Good morning."
He chuckled and patted Jeremy's ass. "Morning. I've

brought you breakfast in bed."

"Smells ... Uh. Smells good." Jeremy's hips were rocking

away.

"Yes. You need something else first, though." He reached

for Jeremy's cock with one hand, and for a cockring from the
drawer with the other.

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"Oh, damn. You got warm hands."
"I've been cooking. I made you a big breakfast. I think we

should have it with other hungers on our minds." Slipping the
cockring over Jeremy's prick, he moved it to the base and
tightened it.

"Jesus, honey. Jesus, that aches so good."
"Imagine how it's going to feel while you sit on it, hmm?"
"Simon. Damn."
Chuckling softly, he encouraged Jeremy to roll over and sit

at the top of the bed, his back against the headboard.

"I ... Last night. I'm real sorry, honey." Jeremy shifted,

rocking on the plug.

"For what?" He patted Jeremy's sweet belly.
"Being a bitch. Being so damn angry."
"They were honest emotions. I wish you weren't ashamed

of your submission, though."

"I'm not ashamed!"
"Then why did it make you so angry that they teased

you?" He kept stroking Jeremy's belly, soothing.

"Doesn't it make you angry when someone fucks with

you?"

"Is that what they were doing? Is that what all the anger

was about?"

"Sure, I guess."
"You guess?"
"Man, it's too early for this." Jeremy was beginning to

growl.

Chuckling, Simon nodded. "Yes, I brought breakfast, to

feed you in bed."

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"Oh..." Jeremy smiled, reached out for him. "That's dear,

man."

Simon brought the tray over and sat next to Jeremy.

"Feeding my lover in bed is for me as well."

"For you?" Jeremy leaned into him, the kiss sudden and

sharp, a bit wild.

He hummed, lips wrapping around Jeremy's tongue and

sucking on it fiercely. Simon loved the way Jeremy
responded, moaning and shifting, ass working the plug. He
slid his hand along Jeremy's cheek, and then gently parted
their mouths. "Breakfast first. Wild morning sex second."

"Mmm. I suppose I can work with that." Jeremy's stubbled

cheek rasped against his.

"You'd better. I made you pancakes from scratch and

everything."

"Oh, damn. It smells like heaven." Jeremy patted his hip,

reached for the coffee.

Smiling, he put a pat of butter on the pancakes and

smothered them in syrup before breaking a piece of bacon in
half and popping it in Jeremy's mouth.

"Mmm. Thank you." Jeremy sucked down the coffee, then

scooped up a bite of egg, feeding him.

Chewing on the food, he shook his head. "I'm feeding you,

love."

"Hmm?" Jeremy leaned in, kissed the corner of his mouth.
"You need to just sit and enjoy."
"You know I'm not a natural at that." Jeremy sat back,

hips shifting.

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"But that doesn't mean you can't do it." He popped a

mouthful of eggs into Jeremy's mouth.

"Mmm. Good." Jeremy hummed and chewed.
Simon beamed at Jeremy and offered over a bite of

pancake.

"Mmm. Syrup. My favorite."
"Oh, really?" Simon slid the covers down and poured a

little bit of syrup on his cock before giving Jeremy a playful
grin.

"Mmm." Never slow on the uptake, Jeremy pounced on

him, pushed him back, and sucked his cock in, pulling gently
at his prick.

Groaning happily, he relaxed and focused on how good

Jeremy's mouth felt around his flesh.

"Mmm." Those pretty bright eyes lit up, smiled at him.

Then Jeremy's tongue slapped his cock. He could lie here and
let Jeremy do this all day. Still, he was supposed to be
feeding Jeremy; he would make them both wait.

"Enough for now, love," he murmured, voice thick.
Jeremy slowly pulled off, sucking on the tip before his cock

popped out.

Simon shuddered and gave a hoarse chuckle. "You're far

too good at that." Then he cut up a bit of sausage and offered
it to Jeremy.

He could watch that sweet, swollen mouth tug things off a

fork forever. Biting back his moan, he scooped another forkful
of eggs up and offered them over as well.

"You should eat, too." Jeremy ate eagerly, his whole body

involved in the process.

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"Yes, I should." It was hard to remember to do it, though,

when it was so much fun feeding Jeremy, offering bites with
his fingers as well as the fork.

Jeremy started feeding him back, both of them licking at

syrup, moaning over each bite.

He was not doing so well at encouraging submission, here.

Still, they had all day after they were done with breakfast. He
could make Jeremy wear nothing but the plug and cock-ring
all day. That would surely put Jeremy in the proper mindset.

Grinning, he snapped at the next bite, his teeth grazing

Jeremy's fingertips.

"Careful, now. I need those." Jeremy leaned in, nipped his

jaw.

"Are you sure?" he teased, nipping at Jeremy's fingers

again.

"Very." Jeremy's lips found his throat, the sharp nip

making his cock jerk.

"I think we need more syrup." He pushed Jeremy away

and once again splashed some onto his prick. Now that they
were more or less done eating, he could indulge in having
Jeremy suck him.

"I need you." Jeremy pushed him back and licked a long

line up his prick.

"You may suck me," he replied, turning it into something

he was giving Jeremy, rather than something Jeremy was
taking.

"It'd be my pleasure, honey. So fucking fine." Jeremy

nuzzled his prick, lapping at the stickiness.

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Simon giggled at the sensation, and then lay back against

the covers to give Jeremy plenty of room. There was no
question that his lover was eager, hungry for him.

"Take your time and make it last," he ordered softly.
Once he was no longer distracted by his prick, he'd come

up with something fun and submissive for Jeremy.

"Don't I usually make it good for you, honey?" Jeremy

looked up, worried lines on his forehead.

"It's always good for me, love. I just want you to take it

slow this time."

"I can do that." The tip of his cock received a gentle, sweet

kiss, then his lover proceeded to drive him out of his mind.
Every inch of his cock was explored and investigated, licked
and kissed and tasted.

"Fuck, Jeremy. I don't think I've ever felt anything like

this." He meant it, too.

"You're the finest man, honey. I swear to God." Jeremy's

fingers were on his balls, rolling and tugging.

"No, you are." Which made Jeremy thinking he was fine

pretty special.

Jeremy snorted. "Big guys are a dime a dozen. You're ...

damn." Jeremy's tongue flicked the slit in his cock.

His reply to that was lost in his moan.
Before he knew it, his cock was buried in Jeremy's throat,

the suction enough to make his toes curl. His heels dug into
the mattress and he humped up into Jeremy's mouth, trying
to push farther in.

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Jeremy's hands cupped his ass, tugging him in deep. His

hands dropped to Jeremy's head, fingers twisting in the short
hair as he felt his orgasm barreling down on him.

It wasn't slow now. No, fuck. Jeremy was trying to kill him.
"Stop," he murmured. "I said slowly."
The suction increased, his entire cock buried deep.
"That's not..." He shuddered, so close it was almost too

late. "Slowly."

"Mmmhmm." Jeremy's mouth popped off his cock. "I

stopped moving my head."

"Oh, love." Simon started to chuckle.
Jeremy grinned, took his cock back in, tongue sliding

gently.

He loosened his grip on Jeremy's hair, patting now instead

as the urgency dropped back some. He took a deep breath
and then another, and then let himself enjoy it again.

"You're too good at this."
The hum vibrated all along his cock. Damn. Simon

swallowed, hips moving, sliding his prick in and out of
Jeremy's mouth. He looked down the line of Jeremy's muscled
back, to the tight ass. The tight, plugged ass.

"Damn." He shuddered, moving faster, fucking Jeremy's

mouth.

Jeremy's fingers brushed his hole, tapping it gently.
"Jeremy!" he shouted and his hips bucked, pushing his

cock deep as he came down Jeremy's throat.

Jeremy drank him down, lips and tongue cleaning him off.
He lay there, feeling melted all through.
"Mmm. Thank you, love. That was wonderful."

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Soft kisses rained over his stomach, his thighs, his hips.
"You're very good at adoration," he murmured. It wasn't

something he'd ever explored, but Jeremy made him feel like
a king.

"Adoration? I'm just loving on you." Jeremy kept kissing

him, worshipping his skin, showing him how much his lover
cared.

"Yes. Yes, and you're very good at it." Jeremy was more

an intuitive sub. "Don't stop," he whispered.

"No. No, I won't stop, honey." Jeremy moaned and nuzzled

under his arm, then licked the way down to suck and lick at
his fingers. "Love your hands."

He curled his palm around Jeremy's face, breathing deeply.

It felt so good. Jeremy's teeth nipped his wrist. His prick
twitched and he gasped softly.

"Mmm. Sweet." Jeremy's hips were rocking, slow and

sweet, like he was fucking the air.

"You need, love?" He knew the answer that question.
"God, yeah." Jeremy nodded, skin flushed and rosy.
"Good. You'll have to wait a while, though." He gave

Jeremy a wicked grin. "Lie on your back, spread-eagle."

"Oh, you're evil." Jeremy rubbed against him and stole a

kiss before leaning back.

"And you're the pushiest bottom I have ever met." Mind

you, that wasn't a complaint.

"I am not pushy." Jeremy stuck his tongue out.
Simon laughed and reached for Jeremy's tongue.
"Oh, no, you don't." Jeremy jerked back, shook his head.
Simon let one of his eyebrows go up. "Like I said, pushy."

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"Self-protective." Oh. Interesting.
"Do you think I'll hurt you? Well ... more than you truly

want and need to be?"

"No. No, of course not."
"Then you shouldn't have anything to worry about." He slid

his hands along Jeremy's spread arms, feeling up the ample
muscles.

Jeremy flexed, shoulders rolling. Those muscles rippled

and rolled under his hands.

"I do believe I should tie you up today."
"Today? That sounds long-term." It was fascinating, the

things that made Jeremy nervous.

"Well, I plan on taking my time." He looked into Jeremy's

eyes. "There will be far more than just binding."

"I don't get you." That was definite nervousness.
"You'll just have to trust me." He rubbed Jeremy's arms

again, hoping the touch would soothe his lover.

"I do. I do trust you." Jeremy reached for him, hands on

his sides, his back.

"Good. Then trust we'll have a grand time with the binding

and the other stuff I'm going to do." Simon took Jeremy's
hands and put them up over Jeremy's head. "Keep them
here."

He leaned back, took a moment to admire the way

Jeremy's body stretched and arched, moved for him.

"Black ropes today, I think." He'd tie Jeremy's arms above

his head and use the rope on the rest of Jeremy's body
mostly as decoration.

"Black ropes." Jeremy swallowed, legs moving restlessly.

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"They'll look beautiful against your skin." They would, in

fact, look stunning.

"I love the way you look at me."
He met Jeremy's eyes as a slow smile pulled at his lips. "I

love looking at you. I really do."

"Good." He got a brazen smile, that washboard stomach

going tight.

Lips twitching, he leaned in to kiss one nipple and then

hopped out of bed to go get the ropes. "I'm thinking you
might be ready for a bigger plug, too."

That deep, needy little moan made him smile. Oh, it was

definitely time to move on up to a bigger size. He picked up
another metal plug with a heavy bottom. If Simon made
Jeremy continue wearing it when they were done, it would
take some work to keep the plug in when Jeremy stood.

He could hear Jeremy's hips rolling, rocking, riding that

plug.

"Such a sensual man. It's your curse as well as your gift."

He rested his hand on Jeremy's thigh, stilling the movements.

"I want you, sir. So damn bad."
"Good, good. You shall have me." He let one corner of his

mouth quirk up. "Eventually."

"Bastard. Beautiful fucking bastard."
"I think that's a job requirement, love."
Jeremy blushed, tight little nipples hard peaks. "I think

you're probably right."

"Of course, I am—that's another job requirement, too." He

gave Jeremy a wink and then a kiss, mouth eager on
Jeremy's.

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Jeremy's hands cupped the back of his head, tilting his

face for the kiss.

Simon pulled away immediately. "Hands back over your

head, love."

"Sorry. Sorry, I just..." Jeremy grinned at him and

shrugged. "You make me a little stupid."

"Oh, I don't think you're stupid at all. Just forgetful of your

role." He gave Jeremy another kiss, and then picked up the
rope. "We'll start now."

"Do you ever worry that I'm not really a sub?"
He slid his hand up along the inside of Jeremy's thigh and

bumped the plug.

Jeremy's moan rang out, the muscled body quite amazing

as he arched.

"No, I can't say that I do." Grinning, he twisted the plug

this time, and then slowly pulled it out.

"Oh, fuck. I. Sir." Jeremy's body pushed back, trying to

take the plug back in.

"Easy, love. I've got this other one to put in."
He lubed the bigger plug up and pressed the tip against

Jeremy's eager hole. Jeremy grabbed the headboard,
squeezed hard, hips rocking and riding the plug in tiny
increments.

"Lovely." It truly was, watching the strong body working to

take the plug in deep.

"It's good. I like the big ones."
"I know." He pushed the last few inches in hard, angling it

some, hoping to hit Jeremy's gland.

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When he hit it, Jeremy grunted, one leg drawing up. He

slid the plug back out a little and then pushed it back in
again, just so he could nudge that little spot deep inside his
lover.

"Sir. Please." Jeremy twisted, a deep moan filling the air.
"I know what you need, Jeremy. I won't leave you

hanging. For too long." He hit Jeremy's gland once more and
then seated the heavy plug.

He watched as Jeremy shuddered, that sweet hole

clenching and working the plug. It was like magic, to watch
this, to have this right here and his. Simon made an
appreciative noise, his own cock perking right back up and
taking a strong interest. Soon enough.

For now he had his binding to do.
He leaned over Jeremy, wrapping the black rope around

his lover's wrists.

"I ... Damn, I still don't know about the ropes. They're

so..." Jeremy shrugged. "I don't know."

"I love how you look in them. It's an art, mixing rope and

flesh."

He looped the rope around Jeremy's arms, to right above

his elbows, and then let them rest on the bed. Jeremy looked
at the rope, tested it, tugged against it. It was going to hold;
he knew that, but it fascinated him, how a sub had to test it.

Smiling, he took the rope and brought it down alongside

Jeremy's neck, across his chest to fit under Jeremy's
underarm.

That was all it took for Jeremy to close his eyes and try to

hide.

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"Eyes open, love. We're doing this together."
"It's easier to focus with them closed, you know. To be

patient."

Simon thought about that for a moment and then shook

his head, hand reaching to cup Jeremy's cheek. "I don't care.
I want you to be here with me."

The lightly stubbled skin rasped his palm. "Okay. Okay,

honey."

"Good man." Jeremy wasn't a boy, not in the least.
He went back to the work of making his love into art. "I

need you to lift your torso for me now."

"Just sit up?"
"No, I'm thinking more of an arch of your back."
That should make all those pretty muscles work for him.
"Oh. Okay." It took Jeremy a second to figure out how to

do it with the ropes, but when that beautiful body arched,
Simon almost came.

He made Jeremy hold the pose for several moments, and

not just because it looked so damn hot, but it took a few deep
breaths to control himself. Finally, he leaned in and threaded
the rope around Jeremy's body, beneath his back, across his
nipples, and beneath his back again.

When he brought the rope around once more, he trapped

Jeremy's cock beneath it. Once the rope had looped around
Jeremy's back a third time, he told Jeremy to let the pose go.
"You may relax again."

That tanned belly was quivering and just barely sheened

with sweat. Oh, he had to remember this, Jeremy was hard
and focused, eyes watching him like a hawk's.

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He ran his hand along the ropes, tightening it a bit, making

sure it wasn't cutting into Jeremy's cock, merely holding it in
place. When he was done, he tapped Jeremy's thigh. "Legs
and hips in the air."

"What? How? I'm tied up."
"You know that bicycle thing I see people at the gym

doing? That, only without 'biking' your legs."

"Lord, I didn't know I was going to be working out."

Jeremy winked and those legs lifted, belly muscles clenching.

Laughing, Simon petted that amazing belly, watching as

the ropes already set shifted. He pulled the end from
Jeremy's hip and set it along the enticing crack. Next time
he'd make sure there was a knot there to jostle the plug.

Even without the knot, Jeremy's plugged hole twitched and

clenched, gripping the plug.

It had him moaning; Jeremy turned him on like no other

partner ever had. He wrapped the rope around Jeremy's
thigh. "Okay, bring them down again."

Slowly, those heavy legs dropped, the muscles trembling.
Simon took the opportunity to touch, rubbing Jeremy's leg

muscles. His hands ran down Jeremy's calves, started
working on the strong feet. He laughed as Jeremy's toes
curled.

"Ticklish?" he asked, rubbing his knuckles along Jeremy's

soles, hard enough not to tickle.

"Not much. I know some guys that are, though, something

fierce."

"I watched a scene once where the Dom tied his sub up

and tickled his feet with various implements. He tortured that

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poor man for nearly an hour. It was actually quite hard to
watch."

"That doesn't sound good to me, honey. I mean, I'm not

into the whole punishment thing anyway, but..."

"No, it was awful. Some people think the whip or flogger

are torture, but they're wrong. This though..." Simon
shuddered. "I wouldn't do it to anyone."

Jeremy nodded, eyes serious. "What else won't you do?"
"Cutting. Most anything with blood. I want to leave marks

all over your skin, but I don't want to hurt you." Simon
chuckled. "Some people wouldn't see the difference, but I
think you do, hmm?"

Jeremy nodded. "You don't want to harm me."
"Not at all." He reached up and pinched one of Jeremy's

nipples.

"Oh." Jeremy grunted, body straining toward him.
"A little pinch and tug, a little sharp note to get your blood

flowing, now that's a different thing entirely."

"Are you sure?" Those pretty nipples were still red and

swollen from last night.

"What do you think?" He reached for the other nipple,

tugging it instead of pinching this time.

Jeremy groaned and blinked, staring at him.
"I think you like it." He went back to wrapping the rope

around Jeremy's leg, tying it off at the ankle.

"Do you? I ... I got a thing for your hands. Do you have to

bind my feet?"

"No, I'm done."

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He looked up the line of Jeremy's body, nodding, happy

with how the black rope augmented Jeremy's beauty.

Jeremy lay still for a moment, then started struggling,

almost unconsciously.

"So beautiful," Simon murmured. All those muscles

straining and flexing...

"I ... I think you have to let me go."
"No, I don't think so. Your legs aren't even bound

together, love. Just relax." He began to rub Jeremy's leg, the
one without any rope on it.

Jeremy spread, leg pressing into his touch.
"There we go. I'm right here. I'll never leave you alone

during a scene, Jeremy. I'll never deliberately harm you. I do
this because it pleases me and because you need it."

"Thank you." Jeremy nodded, staring at him. "I'm sorry. I

shouldn't need to hear it."

"Why not? We all need to hear that we're beautiful and

loved, that the people we care for and trust have our backs
and won't do us wrong." He cupped Jeremy's balls, playing
idly with them. "That we aren't going to be hurt—physically,
emotionally."

The heavy sac wrinkled, drew up.
"You're not like any man I've ever met, do you know

that?"

"No? Good." He said the word with some ferocity. He didn't

want to be like every other person Jeremy knew; he wanted
to be different, special.

"No. You ... shit, honey. You make me just ... damn. I

don't even have words."

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"Love." He bent and kissed the tip of Jeremy's cock.
"Simon. Sir." Sweet little drops beaded up on his tongue.
He wrapped his lips around the tip, sucking hard,

encouraging more of the drops to fall into his mouth.

Leaking copiously, Jeremy's dick swelled, dripped for him.
"I love how you taste."
With the rope where it was across Jeremy's cock, Simon

could only suck on the tip, but he worked it as best as he
could with his tongue. He slid one hand between Jeremy's
legs, tapping at the plug filling his lover.

"Oh. Oh, fuck. Simon." Mmm. He liked that sound in

Jeremy's voice.

He got a better grip on the plug and tugged it partway out,

sucking as hard as he could as the widest point across opened
up Jeremy's body.

"Jesus!"
He heard the ropes creak, the bed frame shuddering.

Groaning, he increased his suction and moved the plug in and
out of Jeremy's hole.

"Simon. Simon, fuck. Fuck. Tender. So fucking good. Love.

Damn."

Simon smiled to himself and continued, tongue lashing at

Jeremy's slit, fingers slamming the dildo home over and over
again. Jeremy started grunting, cursing, calling for him and
begging. He started fucking Jeremy's slit, finding his lover's
gland with the plug at the same time.

He whispered, "Come," against Jeremy's prick.

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Heat sprayed over his face, on his throat and chin,

Jeremy's cries loud and desperate. The bed creaked and
groaned as his lover convulsed, undulating wildly.

Groaning, Simon licked at the come around his mouth,

loving the taste of Jeremy's pleasure as much as he loved to
watch it.

Jeremy eased back onto the mattress, moaned, eyes

closed. "Damn."

Simon kissed random patches of skin, licking at the places

where rope met skin.

Every so often Jeremy would respond, moan and twist,

just a bit.

He took his time and explored every inch of skin. He was

enjoying himself immensely, and doing his level best to make
Jeremy feel so good he couldn't think. Jeremy started
whimpering softly, body shifting and tugging at the bonds. His
lover's cock was hard again and Simon paid it careful
attention, licking and kissing, all his touches designed to bring
more and more pleasure.

When he couldn't stand it anymore he'd take out the plug

and make love to Jeremy, but until then his bound lover was
entirely at his mercy. Jeremy couldn't distract him with
touches and kisses, couldn't drive him out of his mind until he
forgot everything but how good Jeremy made him feel.

This was for Jeremy.
Simon listened to Jeremy panting, listened to the needy

little sounds. He lay down on Jeremy and brought their
mouths together. His hands slid up and down along Jeremy's
arms, still bound above his head. Their cocks were trapped

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together between their bellies, the rope foreign and slightly
rough, the strangeness hot, exciting.

"Making me ache, honey." Jeremy strained to reach him,

neck stretched.

"I know. When I'm finished making love to you, you're

going to be as limp and relaxed as a wet noodle."

"You going to fuck me?"
"I am."
He was. For as long as he could—he was considering

wearing a ring, even.

"Good." Jeremy had a serious jones for being fucked and

plugged, holding his seed deep inside. The man wouldn't
admit it, but Jeremy craved it.

"Are you ready for that?" He might be. He'd been getting

more and more worked up as he loved on Jeremy.

"Whenever you are."
Simon nodded. "I'm ready." He went over to the drawer

and grabbed a simple leather cock-ring, sliding it onto his
prick.

One of Jeremy's eyebrows lifted. "Honey?"
"I want to last more than one or two strokes," he admitted

as he climbed between Jeremy's legs.

"Oh. Oh, hell yeah." Jeremy spread and arched, offering

him that plugged hole.

He didn't waste time with any more teasing, he simply

tugged the plug out and pressed the tip of his cock against
Jeremy's hole.

"Yours. Yours, Simon. Fuck me." Demanding, pushy,

beautiful sub.

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He moved slowly, enjoying the way he could feel

everything as his head breached Jeremy's hole.

Slick and tight, hot and silky—that sweet body took him in

and in. He pushed Jeremy's legs back, tilting the big body
slightly to let him get in a little deeper. Nothing had ever held
him like Jeremy did, body squeezing, working his cock.

"You feel amazing, Jeremy." If he didn't have the cock ring

on, he really would have come with only a few thrusts.
Instead, he was able to move slowly, to push in deep over
and over.

"Uh-huh. I feel so fucking good, honey. So good." A dull

flush climbed up Jeremy's arms, that flat belly.

"You look beautiful." He laughed, the sound husky, full of

his want and need. "Sexy. Mine."

"Yeah. Yours. Hard, Simon. I need you."
"I'll get there, love." He kept the pace slow, pushing in

deep, and then pulling out so he felt the drag of Jeremy's
body trying to hold him in for long seconds.

Those tight muscles rippled around his cock, milking him,

begging him for more. He increased his pace slowly, wanting
to make this last as long as possible.

"Damn, Simon. Don't stop. Don't stop, honey."
"Not stopping." That was the whole idea of the cock ring,

of the going a little more slowly.

He did go a little faster now, though, and a bit harder,

changing his angle until he found Jeremy's gland. He saw it,
when his cock connected just right. Jeremy's eyes flew open,
the strong arms jerking down and muscles straining.

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That's when he got serious, fingers quickly unsnapping the

cock ring. He pounded away at Jeremy's gland.

"More. More. Fill me. Fuck."
He gave Jeremy everything he had, hips working to fill

Jeremy up.

"Jesus, you're beautiful. Tell me. Tell me we get this

forever."

Jeremy's words had him crying out, his hips snapping

harder as he got closer and close to coming. "Forever," he
managed to gasp as he fumbled to get a hold of Jeremy's
cock, tugging it out from under the rope.

"Forever. Forever. Fuck, yes. Simon. Lover."
"Come with me," he demanded, his hand flying on

Jeremy's cock.

"Yes." Jeremy growled, teeth bared as heat sprayed

between him.

Jeremy's ass squeezed around his cock and Simon cried

out as he gave it up, too. He came hard; his spunk filled
Jeremy in long pulses.

"Oh, God. Oh, damn. Lover." Jeremy's lips were parted,

open, cheeks flushed dark.

He grabbed hold of the plug he'd discarded earlier and lube

it back up as he panted, trying to catch his breath.

"Oh, fuck. Are you going to..." Jeremy's ass clenched and

squeezed his prick.

He groaned before answering, his cock jerking, trying to

respond to the stimulation. "Keep my come inside you? Yes."

"Oh. Oh, don't ... I can't fucking bear it if you say it out

loud."

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"Yes, you can." He kissed one of Jeremy's nipples and then

slid out, pushing the dildo in before any of his spunk could
dribble out. "Now my come is inside you."

Jeremy cried out, spent cock actually attempting to rise

again. Oh, someone had a serious, desperate hot button
there.

"That's right. I'm going to unbind you now, but I'll still be

inside you." He began to unwind the rope from around
Jeremy's ankle and leg. "That plug is keeping my spunk deep
inside your ass."

"Simon." Jeremy whimpered, tugging at the ropes, eyes

wild. "Stop."

"You don't want me to untie you?" he teased.
"No. I mean, yes. I mean, fuck." Jeremy stared at him,

panting. That cock was filling. Again. "Don't talk about it."

Simon's lips twitched. "Okay, I won't talk about unbinding

you, I'll just do it."

"Asshole." Jeremy closed his eyes, panted.
Chuckling, he kept working the rope from around Jeremy's

body. "It's your ass, though, that's filled with my come."

"I'm not listening to you." Jeremy's hips rocked now, ass

working the plug, cock bobbing.

"You don't have to listen; you have my come inside you.

Whether I say so or not, whether you listen to me while I do,
it's still inside you, held there by the plug."

He got a moan, Jeremy's nostrils flared, the huge muscles

bulged.

"I can leave it there as long as I like. For a minute, for an

hour, for a day. My come, inside you."

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Jeremy turned his face to the side, hiding, breath still

coming quickly.

"Look at your cock. Already hard again just from the fact

that my come is trapped in your body." He got everything but
Jeremy's arms unbound.

He heard the soft rasp as Jeremy's thighs rubbed together,

his sub too excited to stay still.

"I'm going to do your arms now," he murmured. "I'm

thinking they'll ache, like your nipples when the clamp comes
off. When I'm done, when I've rubbed the aches away, I'm
going to jack myself. I'm going to come on you and rub it into
your skin so that I'm outside and inside you."

"Oh, sweet fuck. Simon. Sir. Please. Fuck, please." Jeremy

tried to sit up, tried to fight him.

"Why do you fight it so much?" It obviously turned Jeremy

on massively. Only filling that sweet prick with metal had
made Jeremy harder faster.

"It's just ... damn. So perverse."
"And is that why you like it, too?" He got the ropes undone

and brought Jeremy's arms down to his sides, massaging
them.

Jeremy reached for him, tried to pull him closer.
He stayed where he was, working the muscles of Jeremy's

arms. "Answer my question, love."

"No. No, it's not because of that. I don't think."
"We'll have to explore it. Do it a lot until we can find the

answer. The answer to why you like having my come on you,
inside you so much."

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"Simon..." Jeremy rolled, rubbed up against him, those

eyes heated, staring into him.

He went to his knees next to Jeremy and wrapped his hand

around his cock. He was so hard, Jeremy's reactions to his
words making him ache, making him need.

Jeremy's lips found one of his nipples, the suction sudden,

strong, fierce.

"Love! Yes! Do it—I'm going to come all over you. All

over."

His nipple got a sharp bite, Jeremy humping his leg. He

worked his cock faster, Jeremy's excitement despite himself
making Simon harder than ever.

"Going to rub it into you when I'm done. Inside and out,

Jeremy. You can't hide from me."

He was getting close.
"Please." The cries got louder, longer. "Please."
"Jeremy!" He jerked and came, his come landing on

Jeremy's chest and chin.

Jeremy reached down, hand slapping that fat, pretty cock.
Simon rubbed the come into Jeremy's chest, fingers sliding

over Jeremy's peaked nipples. "You're skin is shining with my
come, love. And you're filled with it. Think about that as you
jack off."

"Jesus." Jeremy's teeth marked his shoulder, stinging.
Simon simply panted, feeling lazy and loose and sated. He

kept working his come into Jeremy's skin.

Jeremy groaned, hand moving faster, almost violently.
"Fuck. I need to come. I need to. God damn it."

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He leaned down to whisper into Jeremy's ear. "Then come,

love. And I'll wear your come on my skin."

He bit the lobe and Jeremy groaned, heat spraying

between them, the scent sharp and right.

Moaning happily, Simon gathered up Jeremy's come and

rubbed it into his own belly. Jeremy slumped against him,
quiet, still, breath hot on his skin. He slid a leg over Jeremy's
and stayed close as he caught his breath.

"Love you," he murmured, feeling deeply satisfied.
Jeremy nodded, but never said a word.
That was okay, Jeremy spoke easier with his body,

anyway.

Smiling, Simon let his eyes close and sleep take him.

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Chapter Seventeen

He rolled his shoulders and got to work, the tension from

the fight with Simon resting on him, weighing on him. It
wasn't fair—Simon seemed like he could just let things go,
and Jeremy had to worry about them forever. They'd been
having a bitch about work. Again.

Xavier needed him to work. Simon had to fucking

understand that he needed to do his job. Do things right. Not
leave Xavier without anyone to cover.

Damn it.
He'd been working hard, they'd both been snarling, and

things this morning had just exploded as Simon headed to
work. He was so fucking not taking orders about this shit.

Simon had just turned around and walked away from him,

from the argument, with a, "We'll discuss this later, Jeremy.
You will be home, do you understand?"

Discuss it later.
You will be motherfucking home.
Fuck.
Fuck that.
Fuck Simon.
Jeremy turned the rod of iron, focused on its dull orange

glow. Not yet.

Not yet.
Discuss it later. Hmph.
When the iron began to shine pale, pale, lemony yellow,

he began to work—bang, bang on the anvil, then a strike to

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the iron, the sound rhythmic and right. Maybe he ought to
stop skipping out on his hours at the forge and make Simon
wait on him a little bit.

Maybe he should do this more—remember how good it

was.

Better than sex, really, to create, to use his muscles to

form the iron into something real, something useful.

A hand landed on his shoulder, his friend Rick grinning up

at him, the little hairy man looking sorta like a fairy-story troll
or dwarf or something. Whatever the ones with the big axes
were. "Hey, stranger. How's the work going?"

He took another couple of blows, then showed the piece

off, grinning as Rick nodded in approval. "Good. You get that
big piece finished to your liking?"

None of them knew exactly what they were going to do

when they graduated, didn't have access to the university
forge. Hell, they were all going to have to get real jobs or go
to graduate school or something. Real life sucked sometimes.

"Yeah. Yeah, I did. I sold it. Jeannie and Hank where

talking to Thoms and Jeffries about buying a communal
place—iron work and smithing and ceramics. Maybe
glasswork, if Brenda and Dr. Berger come in. Real artisan
work, something for the tourists, something for the designers
to get custom work, you know?" Rick's eyes were all lit up,
smiling at him. "Your name came up—especially since you are
the only one of us that actually does little pieces that sell
regularly."

"Asshole. Just because I know my market." He growled a

bit, just for show, and Rick stepped back, hands held up, a

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low chuckle filling the air. Dude. Dude, a joint shop—that was
right up his alley and completely affordable for him, especially
staying at Simon's...

"Now, now. It wasn't a complaint. There have to be some

people on the West Coast that don't have your andirons
beside their fireplaces, right? At least one or two."

Jeremy snorted, turning his bar, letting the metal heat

again. "Maybe three. I've been slow for the last few months.
So, y'all think you're going to do it? Buy a place?"

Rick nodded. "I think it's doable, if we all put in. If there's

enough of us, it'll be affordable and we can still live, you
know?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I think I get it. I'm in, if you're serious. I got

some saved up, and I'm only not graduated because I didn't
have anything else to do, really, you know?"

Rick nodded, smiled wryly. "I know all about that.

Jeannie's folks have serious money—like, heavy-duty—and
they're willing to invest in equipment in return for a ten
percent cut. If Thoms, Jeffries and Berger come with us, we
can't lose."

"We can always lose, but that's no reason not to try." He

grinned wide, winked.

"No shit. Turn your piece; you're going to lose it."
"Thanks." He turned the bar, grabbed his tongs, grinned,

and started working.

A place. A real place that was theirs.
Damn.

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Simon sat behind his desk, several files open on the

computer, the cursor blinking softly where it sat on the
document he was supposed to be working on. He wasn't sure
he could have answered, though, if anyone had asked what
exactly it was he was supposed to be doing.

Distracted. That's what he was.
There'd been a fight this morning. About Jeremy's work. It

hadn't been the first time, either.

The real problem was that Xavier needed to hire himself

more than just one person who was willing to come in and
cover. It wasn't fair that it always fell to Jeremy when others
left Xavier in the lurch.

For some reason, Jeremy hadn't felt he had the right to

say that to Xavier, though.

He liked that Jeremy was responsible, wanted to help out,

but Simon worked hard, Jeremy had classes and studio time
as well as the job at the Hammer, and the time they had
together was precious, every single moment of it. So if
Jeremy wasn't supposed to be working, Simon made plans,
worked out scenes for them to enact. Hell, last night he'd just
wanted to spend time with Jeremy, cuddling in front of a
movie, nothing heavy, but just the two of them.

And if he didn't get focused back on work and finishing up

the marketing proposal for the Ellery account, he could kiss
this evening goodbye; he'd have to stay late.

Dragging his attention back to the computer screen, Simon

pushed everything else away and got to work.

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Jesus, he was tired.
Jeremy dragged his ass up the sidewalk, arms hanging

down. He'd worked at the studio for ten hours. He'd talked to
the bank about the whole buying into a place thing. He'd
called Xavier, taken the night off, and headed home.

The place smelled good when he opened the door, some

kind of meat roasting, the spices making his stomach growl.

"Jeremy?" Simon came out of the kitchen, oven mitt in one

hand, fork in the other. "Oh, thank goodness! I called the
Hammer to talk to you, but Xavier said you'd taken the night
off. I was worried."

"Hey. Worked hard today and ... well, I reckon we said we

were going to talk."

Simon smiled and nodded. "Supper's not going to be ready

for close to another hour, but I can make you a sandwich if
you're hungry."

"I need a long shower, man. I'll just wait for supper to

eat." He found Simon a smile, even leaned in to kiss one
cheek.

"I could wash your back for you," Simon offered, eyes

warm.

"You want to? We were pretty mad this morning." Hell, he

could use the help, really. He couldn't lift his damn arms.

"I know, but that doesn't mean we don't still love each

other, does it? And, even mad, any excuse to touch you and
love on you is welcome." Simon patted his arm, and then his
ass. "Let me just turn the heat under the roast down a little
bit and I'll meet you there."

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"I'll be there." He trudged up the stairs, kicked his boots

off and into the closet, and headed for the bathroom. He
managed to get his shirt unbuttoned and the water started,
but he couldn't for the life of him get his shirt off.

Simon came up behind him, hands sliding up his back and

tugging the shirt off without a word. "Are you sleeping
standing up?" he teased gently.

"Maybe. It's been a huge day."
Simon came around and undid his jeans, tugging them

down and waiting for him to take first one foot out and then
the other.

"There you go."
"Thanks, honey." He smiled, feeling a little lighter already.

"You have a decent day?" He stepped into the shower,
moaning as the hot water hit him.

"Oh, I don't know if I'd call it decent, but I got the things I

needed to get done, done. And now I'm home with you, so
it's looking up." Simon stripped quickly and joined him in the
shower.

He nodded, but didn't answer. He just needed a second

more to relax.

Simon picked up the soap and rubbed it between his hands

before sliding them over his shoulders and across his chest.

Jeremy's eyes closed, and he let Simon touch him, let

them both just have this quiet connection for a little while. He
fucking hated fighting.

Simon didn't say anything, either, just loved on him. The

warm, capable hands slid over his shoulders, massaged his

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muscles. He could tell Simon wasn't trying to start anything,
but was simply working to make him feel good.

When Simon reached the join of neck and shoulder, he

groaned, the sensation so good, so perfect that it made his
knees weak.

"Oh, love. You're so tight."
Simon's fingers stayed right there.
"Worked a lot. I got all my projects done. Made one of

those life-altering decisions, too."

"Life-altering decisions? That sounds serious."
"Yeah. It is." He grinned a little. "Some of my friends and

teachers are all going in to buy a studio. I'm going in on it. I
talked to the bank and everything."

"Oh, love! That's fantastic." Simon lit right up. "You

deserve to have your stuff shown, sold."

"Yeah? Yeah, it's cool, huh? I just ... I'll be using all my

savings, but it's a chance to really do this."

"It's wonderful that you're getting a chance to work at

your dreams."

"Yeah." Damn. He'd been worried, a little, that Simon'd get

all pissy. This was much better.

Simon gave him a hard hug. "This calls for a celebration."
"Yeah. Yeah, after we talk about this morning and shit. I

want to get the bullshit sorted."

"Yes, let's get out and go talk in the living room."
"Okay. I need a beer, too, I think. I'm sore as fuck." He

creaked out of the tub, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it
around his waist.

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"Again? Did something happen?" Simon fussed over drying

his chest and back, and then pulled a jar of ointment out of a
drawer.

"I was frustrated. I worked too long. It happened."
"I'll rub some ointment in while we're downstairs."
"After we talk."
"You sure? I can rub feel-good into your shoulders before

or during, you know." Simon grabbed their bathrobes off the
back of the bathroom door and handed his over.

"I ... Well, I tell you what. If we're gonna yell at each

other, then no. If we're gonna talk and work shit out, then I'd
love a rubdown."

"I don't want to yell at you, love. Let's work it out, hmm?"
"Thank you, God." He whispered the little prayer. "Yeah.

Yeah, honey. Let's fix shit."

They went down to the living room, Simon detouring long

enough to get them each a bottle of beer.

"All right, you sit on the couch and I'll get behind you,

work on your muscles."

He sucked down his beer and sat, towel held tight around

his waist. "I was real mad at you this morning, Simon."

"I noticed." The pungent scent of the ointment filled the air

and Simon began to rub his shoulders. "Talk to me about it?"

"I didn't like you telling me that we'd talk about it later. I

wanted to finish the discussion so that I didn't have to think
on it."

"But we were both late for work as it was."
"I know it, that doesn't mean I have to like it."

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"No, I guess it doesn't. Does it help any to know that I've

been distracted by it all day myself?"

"It shouldn't." It did, though. "I have to work, you know?

It's y'all's club, someone has to be there."

"I know, I do. Especially now with your new venture eating

all your savings up. But, Jeremy, Xavier's asking more of you
than is fair. If you worked whenever he wanted you to, we'd
hardly ever see each other."

"Still, I have a responsibility, man." He felt himself starting

to tense.

Simon dug into the muscles of his shoulders. "Can we find

a compromise?"

"Like what? I mean, I need to know you don't expect me

to just ... just do what you say, huh?"

"Like how about you don't say yes, just because Xavier

asked. How about you talk to me about it? And you have to
promise you'll actually listen and sometimes say no because
we need time together." Simon spoke earnestly, but he didn't
yell.

"I. You know I'm not avoiding you, right?"
He just ... He had responsibilities.
"Oh, I never thought that. But it's not right if Xavier steals

all your evenings, love. We need time to be together. And I
don't mean for scenes, necessarily, but for us."

"I know. Shit. I just ... I find it damned hard to turn him

down."

Simon gave his shoulders a last pat and then slid around

his body to sit in his lap. "Why? I mean, if it was once every

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now and then, it would be different, but it seems like he
needs you to replace someone every week."

"It's a work thing. A responsibility thing."
"You have a responsibility here, though, too, and all I'm

asking for is that you give me equal time. Or maybe a little
more than equal."

Jeremy wrapped his hands around Simon's hips. "It's hard,

you know? How this thing with you takes up all my mind."

Simon's lips twitched, but he shook his head and leaned

close. "Sorry, I was having the same one-track mind and you
said 'hard.'"

Simon pressed a kiss against his chest. "It's new between

us, but even if we'd been together ten years, I would resent
Xavier eating up all your free time with favors. I'm the one
you live with. I'm the one you have a contract with. I'm the
one who loves you. Somehow, I think that gives me more
right to your time than Xavier."

"Damn, when you put it like that, it's..." God, he felt guilty

now.

"Selfish, I know. But I want to be more important to you

than Xavier or your job."

"No. I. Shit, I'm sorry, man." He was an ass.
Simon patted his arm. "Your work ethic is one of the things

that makes you who you are. And I love that. But I do believe
Xavier will take advantage of that as long as you let him."

"I don't know how long I'll be able to work there now." Not

with finals coming up.

And the new place.

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Simon frowned. "Because of our disagreement and my

request for a compromise? I'm not asking you to never agree
to fill in."

"No. No, I mean. I have finals. The new place. All the

hours there, you know? I don't know how long I can do all
that and the Hammer and give you what you need and sleep."

"What we need, love. I'm not being entirely selfish in

wanting time with you to myself."

"I didn't say you were, man. I'm just." He sighed, getting

frustrated with himself. "I'm just trying to be enough, you
know?"

"And it's all too much, I know." Simon leaned their

foreheads together. "It's another reason to be willing to tell
Xavier no when he calls you in over and over."

"Yeah." He let his eyes drop closed, just for a second. "I

know. It's just hard, you know?"

"Then something needs to go, love. You don't have to be

Superman and do everything."

Simon's fingers stroked his cheeks, his shoulders.
"Sure, I do." He meant it as a joke, but it didn't seem that

way when he said it.

"No, you don't. Except maybe in your own mind." Simon

kissed him softly. "In the end, I will love you, no matter
what."

"You will? You're sure, are you?"
"I am, Jeremy."
He felt his cheeks heat, and he ducked his head. "It's been

a weird fucking day, honey."

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"It certainly started out shitty." Simon kept touching. "Do

you think we've cleared the air now?"

"I think we've gone a long damn way toward it, yeah."
"Then what do you say to putting a movie on, having

supper here, and spending the rest of the night snuggling
together?"

They hadn't had a chance to do much of that, just rest.
"I would love that, honey. I swear to God."
"Oh, good. Me, too. We need the time, hmm? No scenes,

no arguments, no pressure. Just you and me."

"Yeah. Just you, me, something happy on the tube and

that roast. It smells like heaven."

"No, that would be you." Simon gave him a wink and a soft

kiss before climbing off his lap.

"Help me up and I'll assist." He tried to raise his arms, but

it wasn't happening.

"You look worn, love. Why don't you sit and see if there's

something on the pay for view we want to watch?" Simon
handed him the remote.

"I can help..." Still, he turned the tube on, started flipping.
Simon chuckled softly and patted his shoulder. "It won't

take me any time at all."

Jeremy found some old action flick from the early eighties

and then set up a TV tray for them to share. He pulled out a
blanket, a couple of big pillows.

When Simon came back in carrying a tray with two full

plates and two glasses of wine, he stopped for a moment and
smiled. "Doesn't that look cozy!"

"It does. I thought. You know. That it'd be nice."

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"It will be." Simon transferred their food and drink to the

TV tray, and then slipped under the blanket with him, curling
right in.

Jeremy wrapped one arm around Simon and settled. It

was going to be okay.

Hell, it was going to be fucking amazing—with the new

place and school over and Simon.

Simon picked up the wine glasses and handed one to him.

"To beginnings."

Jeremy nodded. "Yeah, honey. To beginnings."

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Chapter Eighteen

Simon sipped on his aperitif. What had Xavier called it?

Raspberry-tini or some such thing. He really should have
ordered a beer or a glass of wine, but Xavier was featuring
the drink and he'd been enticed into buying one as he waited
for Jeremy to get off shift. Which should be—he glanced at his
watch as he grabbed a nacho from the plate on the bar—any
time now, as long as Xavier didn't ask Jeremy to cover
someone else's shift.

He hoped it was soon; he was starving.
He saw his huge Texan wander behind the bar, speak tor

Xavier for a minute, then motion toward him.

Uh-oh. He didn't want to have to pull rank to get Xavier to

back off if he was indeed pressuring Jeremy to work longer—
but he would if he had to.

He was tensing to stand when Xavier laughed, shoving

Jeremy away. Jeremy made this amazing hooting sound and
grabbed two beers, heading toward him.

Simon grinned, all smiles as Jeremy came around the bar

to sit with him. "Hello, love."

"Hey, honey. I'm off. You hungry? I could eat a moose."
"Are they serving that tonight?" he teased.
"Who the hell knows? You should see the shit that gets

delivered back there."

"Good shit, I hope you mean." They paid through the nose

to be club members; only the best for them.

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Jeremy grinned. "Yeah. You know Xavier takes care of

folks. The new cook's good, too. Name's ... uh ... something
with a B."

"Bon appetite?" Simon suggested, taking one of the beers

from Jeremy and happily washing away the taste of the
tiniwhateveritwas.

"Beau. He's a Beau. Crazy little dude. Fierce and wicked."

Jeremy nodded at other members, relaxed against the booth.
"I want steak. Maybe two steaks."

"How about the porterhouse? It's twenty ounces, I think

that counts as two steaks. I'll have the double surf and turf."
He took another sip of his beer. "Is he a sub or a Dom? Beau,
I mean."

"Oh, that's a good question." Jeremy shrugged. "If you

asked him, he'd say a Dom. If you asked me, I'd say he
needs a good, hard fuck and he'd be happier."

That had him chuckling. "The non-obvious subs are always

more interesting."

"Yeah? I don't know—the pretty little twinks sure get their

share of action."

He couldn't deny that. "Yes, but not from the special

Doms." He gave Jeremy a wink and reached out to slide his
hand along Jeremy's arm.

Jeremy chuckled and scooted closer, hip bumping his.

"Hey, honey. Good to see you."

He reached up to cup Jeremy's cheek and urged him down

for a kiss. "You, too, love."

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Simon felt Jeremy's skin flush against his palm, but

Jeremy didn't shy away from the contact. In fact, Jeremy
opened up, tongue slipping against his own.

Moaning, he sank against Jeremy's muscles and opened

wide, deepening the kiss.

The rumbling of Jeremy's stomach brought him back to

where he was—that, and the soft applause of a few of
Jeremy's friends.

He smiled up at his lover, ignoring everyone else. "There

are some distinct advantages to suppering at a place like
this." One didn't make out in the booth at most restaurants.

"Yeah. You can make out and your boss can't bitch."

Jeremy winked at him, that wicked humor coming to the
forefront.

Laughing, he cuddled himself into Jeremy's side and waved

at one of the little twinks who was serving. "How do you want
your steak cooked, love?"

"Medium rare, please, with a salad and a potato."
Someone was hungry.
"I'll have the double surf and turf, my filet mignon should

also be medium rare. I'll have a salad, but no potato. And a
bottle of the house red with the meal, please."

When the twink had gone, Simon didn't even bother to

admire the little butt artfully framed by the strings of the half-
apron he wore. Instead, he looked up at Jeremy.

"So how was your day, love?"
"Not bad. I worked at the new building, hanging sheet rock

in the showroom." Jeremy'd been working hard at the new
forge; he was the only one with construction experience.

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"Are you sore?" It had become almost a ritual, massaging

and caring for his lover.

"Not bad today." Jeremy held one thumb up, the tip black

and swollen. "Just this."

"Oh, that looks painful." He careful kissed the tip.
"Got it caught between two boards."
"Ouch." He petted Jeremy, stroking the hand with the hurt.
"It's cool." Jeremy didn't pull away, though. In fact, the

man moved closer.

"Are you sure you should use the hand?" he asked, teasing

gently. "I could feed you."

"Don't be silly, now. I ain't broke."
Simon laughed, pressing even closer. If they were at home

they'd be delaying their supper.

Jeremy patted his leg. "How about you? How was your

day?"

"Not bad, actually. I saved the day on not one, but two

accounts. So I'm the man of the hour."

"Damn! Go you!" Jeremy grinned. "You want me to buy

you another beer?"

"No, I want you to suck me off." Simon snapped his mouth

closed. He hadn't meant to say it out loud. Not here. It was
true, though, so he didn't take it back and tried not to blush.
He was a Dom, after all.

Jeremy blinked at him.
Just sat and blinked.
"I. Here?"
"Yes. Here." He chuckled softly. It might be more true to

say all the time, but looking at Jeremy now, feeling happy, he

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wanted nothing more than to have his lover adoring him,
making him feel so good.

"I ... I haven't ever. Not in public."
He patted Jeremy's thigh. "It's all right, love, I'm not

making it an order. I just said what was in my head."

"I. Right. I'm not sure I'm good at orders, honey." Jeremy

hid behind his beer.

"You know, I could interpret that as a challenge."
"Huh?" Those pretty eyes went wide.
Simon chuckled and leaned up to kiss the corner of

Jeremy's mouth. "Relax, love. I can wait until we go home. Or
at least until we go hide in one of the bathroom stalls."

That was a lovely memory. Having a quickie in the pub

washroom, both of them so desperate.

Jeremy turned bright pink, laughing for him. "Right.

Right."

He looked around to see if their server was coming with

their food yet. "We could go now, hmm?"

"We could..." Jeremy shivered, hand reaching for him.
"Yes, let's." Laughing, excited, he stood and took the

offered hand, tugging Jeremy up.

"Don't let anyone take our table, huh?" Jeremy asked and

the server laughed, nodded.

Grinning, not able to hide his glee at all, Simon hurried

Jeremy toward the bathrooms. He knew there were private
rooms here they could have ducked into, but he wanted this;
it felt more urgent, and there was greater risk of actually
being caught doing it.

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Not that anyone who caught them would care, of course,

but Jeremy could be oddly private.

He was laughing, vibrating with excitement by the time

they went into the bathrooms. Quiet and elegant, the
bathrooms at the Hammer were a step up from any other
bathrooms in any bar or restaurant.

They slipped into a stall, Simon pushing Jeremy against

the wall.

"God, I want your mouth around my cock." He tried to

whisper the words, really, but he was too worked up for them
to come out quietly.

"Yes. Yeah, honey. I can do that." Jeremy turned him,

lifted him until he was standing on the toilet seat. "Open your
slacks."

Simon did, hands trembling.
"Mmm. I can smell you." Jeremy groaned, licked his lips

and bent close.

"For you, love. I'm so hard, so excited for you."
"Yours. So proud of you, honey." Jeremy sucked him in,

pulling hard.

Moaning at the sensation of Jeremy's mouth around his

cock, Simon reached for Jeremy's head, fingers wrapping in
the short hair.

Jeremy's hands were supporting his ass, head bobbing. It

was a good thing, too, or he might have fallen. He started to
get noisy as Jeremy brought him closer to coming, his moans
getting louder and louder.

He'd been blown before, of course, but only Jeremy made

him feel so special, so cared for and loved.

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Only Jeremy wanted him like this.
"Love you," he whispered, the pleasure beginning to climb

up his back.

"Mmmhmm." Jeremy's eyes closed, the suction getting

harder, stronger.

"Soon. Soon," he chanted, his hips thrusting, pushing his

cock into Jeremy's throat. "Now!" He shouted as he came.

His amazing lover took him in, sucked him dry, then

cleaned his cock off.

He put one hand on Jeremy's shoulder, steadying himself

as Jeremy cleaned him. "That was just what I wanted. Thank
you, love."

The tip of his cock got a soft kiss. "Hell of an appetizer,

honey."

That had him giggling and he stepped carefully down,

patting Jeremy's pecs. "Did you want me to have an appetizer
of my own?" He was more than willing to reciprocate.

"Are you gonna be pissed if I tell you I'm starving half to

death and could wait 'til post-steak?"

"No, I'm kind of glad, actually, because now that I've

come, I realize I'm starving half to death, too."

Jeremy chuckled, buttoned him up, and helped him to the

floor. "Then feed me, man."

"That would be my pleasure." He grabbed hold of Jeremy's

hand again, and led his lover back to their table.

Jeremy's cock was hard, full in the tight jeans, and it was

his. He walked proudly next to his beautiful man, led Jeremy
right back to their table. The server saw them and nodded,
heading back toward the kitchen. Jeremy helped him into the

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booth, then slid beside him. The place was starting to fill up,
the tiny dance floor full of gyrating bodies.

"Do you feel like dancing, Jeremy?"
"I do, yeah. But you know I'm not really good at it, not like

them." Jeremy nodded at the couples already out on the floor
tonight.

"Being good at it is optional if you enjoy it. And I know you

do." He'd love to go out there with Jeremy tonight, move with
his lover to the music.

Their server arrived with their food.
"We'll have to go out on the floor after we eat. I'd like to

hold you."

He slid his hand over Jeremy's knuckles. "I'd like that."
"Yeah, honey. Me too." The steak landed in front of Jeremy

and Simon thought the man might actually be having an
orgasm, right there.

Chuckling, he sat back and put on his napkin, looking over

his own plate. "You're okay if I eat the shellfish, right?" He
should have remembered Jeremy's allergy before he'd
ordered.

"Yep. Just don't share." Jeremy dug in.
"No sharing, I promise. I like you how you are." He started

with a shrimp, moaning at the flavor. "Dom or sub, that new
chef is amazing."

"He's good. Grumpy, but good." Jeremy muttered around a

mouthful.

Simon couldn't attest to the man's mood, but he could

definitely recommend the food. They were both hungry
enough that they made great inroads without talking. In fact,

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by the time Jeremy leaned back, Simon thought there might
be a serpent coiled in the man's belly.

"Are you sure you got enough?" he teased.
"Mmmhmm. Pretty sure." Jeremy's grin stretched from ear

to ear.

He moved closer to Jeremy again. "I might have room for

dessert."

"After we dance?" Jeremy's arm landed across his

shoulders.

"Yes. After."
He pressed close and stole a kiss.
Jeremy hummed softly, lips pressing to his.
"Take me dancing, love."
Jeremy stood, dragging him up and onto the dance floor.

There were a few hoots and hollers, but he ignored them. He
put his hand on Jeremy's waist and the other in Jeremy's
hand, smiling up at his lover.

Jeremy stepped close, then started moving him across the

floor, waltzing him slowly.

He felt elegant. He felt loved. He laid his head on Jeremy's

chest. Jeremy hummed, dancing him about, relaxed and
easy. It was glorious. He closed his eyes and just enjoyed it.

They danced for song after song, that lazy motion altering

only a little bit as the songs changed.

"I could do this all night," he murmured.
"I'm off tomorrow."
"All right, then, we will do it all night."
Jeremy chuckled, dipped him, then swung them back into

the dance.

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He threw his head back and laughed.
"God, you're beautiful." Jeremy's words were soft, low.
He moaned and pressed closer. Something slow came on

and Jeremy started singing to him. His lover could sing.
Simon blinked and pressed closer, a part of him still in awe
that this amazing man was his.

"Mmm. You feel damn good against me."
"It's like making love, isn't it?" Only it was legal in public.
"Kind of. In some ways it's better; in some ways it's

nowhere near as good." Jeremy's lips were soft against his
ear.

"Better?" He was on the nowhere near as good side of the

fence.

"Well, this is slow and lazy, no worries about doing it right

or making it good. It's just simple, you know?"

He nodded. "Easy and good. All we have to do is move

together."

"Mmmhmm. Just breathe and feel." Jeremy's arms

wrapped around him, circled him, kept him close.

"Making love can be like this, you know." All night long

love-making.

"I don't think so. It's so much faster for me, so much

sharper."

"We've gone slow. A time or two." Though Jeremy made

him lose his mind, made him want so badly.

"It's not the same." Jeremy nipped his ear, just barely.
He shivered. "Are you sure? I think we should make a

comparison."

"Hmm? How?" Jeremy was hard as nails against him.

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"We'll need empirical data." He pressed his hips against

Jeremy. "Lots of dancing and lots of slow lovemaking."

One of Jeremy's hands slid to his ass, tugging him closer in

response.

"I have to admit I'm a bit confused as to whether this is

dancing or making love."

"This is dancing, honey. We've got our clothes on."
He threw his head back and laughed. He could feel eyes on

them—happy and warm, approving. Friendly. It felt good,
knowing his friends were happy for him.

Not as good as he felt being happy and held and in love.
He tilted his head back and smiled up at Jeremy, letting it

all show in his eyes. Jeremy kissed him, tongue sliding on his.
He sank into it, just as he sank against Jeremy.

"Jesus, have you become some sort of pussy now, Simon?

I mean, honestly. Letting that big bruiser maul you."

Wallace.
Little asshole.
Jeremy growled and swung around, snarling under his

breath. "Okay, you smarmy little fucker. I've warned your
worthless ass over and over. Outside."

Simon put his hand on Jeremy's arm. "Warned him?

What's been going on?" He was not going to let Wallace get to
him and ruin their evening. He was not. Wallace didn't matter
anymore; he was just a bad memory. Simon was pleased to
realize those weren't just words.

"Nothing, honey. This little prick wants to make trouble

and I'm done playing." Jeremy stepped closer, loomed over
Wallace. "Come on, man. You want your ass kicked, I'm more

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than capable of stomping you into a mudhole and walking
your shit dry."

"Okay, Jeremy, we'll just send him on his way. Wallace, do

you really want to piss off one of Xavier's bouncers? Because,
really, it'll be no skin off my nose if you get banned for life.
But I'm also over you, so if you want to just go away, we'll be
happy with that."

Wallace was pale, eyes huge. "I'll call the police if you

touch me."

"You're fucking assuming you'll be able to use your fingers,

asshole."

"Enough." Simon advanced on Wallace. "You are not

welcome here. You'll go now, and I won't complain to Xavier
that you're harassing us. You can take it up with him another
time to see if he'll let you back in."

He held Wallace's eyes, not backing down for a minute. He

didn't need Jeremy to fight any battles for him; this one was
his.

"I. I. Fuck you. Fuck you, Simon."
Jeremy's muscles actually creaked.
"No, you had your chance. Now you don't get to fuck me.

And you don't get to come to my club and be an asshole. I
won't say it again. Go. Away."

Wallace turned and Jeremy stepped toward him, as if to

follow.

Simon reached out and put his hand on Jeremy's belly.

"He's not worth it, love."

"Damn, he pisses me off."

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"That's what he wants. He's a sad, mean little man who

didn't appreciate what he had. Life's too short to waste on
someone like that."

Jeremy turned to him, dragged him close again. "He didn't

deserve a second of you."

"To tell you the truth, I haven't even thought of him once

since we ran into him that one time. Not until we saw him
again tonight."

He put his arms back around Jeremy, head on his lover's

chest.

Jeremy took a deep breath, then started dancing him

around again.

"Mmm. Thank you." All he had to do was close his eyes

and forget about their nasty little interruption.

"For what?"
"For letting our wonderful evening continue."
"Anytime." Jeremy leaned down, kissed his temple.
He tilted his head, pressing their lips together.
The kiss was soft, slow, Jeremy adoring him.
God, he was happy.

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Chapter Nineteen

"Hey, honey!" Jeremy stretched and yawned. "I have to

run to the store. We're out of all sorts of shit and I need a
beer in the worst way."

Finals were over. School was over. Graduation was in four

days.

He wanted to de-stress.
Simon looked up from his book. "If you give me a minute,

I'll put on a proper pair of pants and come with you."

"Nah. You look comfy and I'll just be two seconds." He

wandered over, leaned down, and took a kiss.

"Mmm." Simon's fingers slid into his hair. Mouth opening,

Simon made the kiss more than just a quick peck. "If you're
anywhere near Barter Street, I'd love a pint of that rum
butter ice cream."

"I can do that, honey. I'll grab me some cherry."
"You can take the Mustang if you want." Simon was

offering the keys to his baby; the man really did love him.

"No, honey. That's cool. I need to get gas in the truck and

shit." He rubbed his nose with Simon's. "Be back in two
shakes."

"'Kay. I'll be here." Simon stole another kiss and copped a

feel of his ass.

Jeremy headed out, whistling under his breath. Man, he'd

had about seventeen seconds of sleep in the last week, he
thought. Maybe less. Still, it was done.

He was done.

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The studio was looking good, too. It wasn't going to take

too long to get it ready for full time use. Man, he could just
see it—filled with neat little art pieces, big installations. It was
going to rock.

He pulled out of the driveway and headed out, car dancing

to the radio. Xavier'd talked him into working three more
months, long enough to find another couple of people, then
that was done, too.

He'd just be a member.
He pulled into the parking lot of Trader Joe's and headed

in, whistling under his breath. Lord, it just got busier and
busier around here.

"Chrissy!" The scream made everyone stop and turn,

stare. Jeremy barely saw a set of gold curls bobbing, heading
right into the street. He knew he was too far away to help,
too late, but him and about five other men were sure as fuck
going to try.

One guy made it to the corner a second before he did,

busting out into traffic, arms waving and screaming. He made
to follow, hearing the other guys hollering, getting people to
stop. The guy got to the little girl, scooped her up and started
back, the cars screeching around him. Jeremy waded out into
it, grabbed the guy's arm. "Come on, man. Hurry up."

The little girl was crying and they'd made it back across

three lanes of traffic when he heard the screeching of brakes,
smelled the rubber burning. "Fuck!"

He grabbed the guy and shoved, hard. They both went

flying over the curb and Jeremy went to follow, completely off
balance, eyes on that little blonde baby and her savior.

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That was the last thing he saw as he fell forward, the tires

of the SUV catching him and tugging him straight into hell.

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Chapter Twenty

Simon had no idea how long he'd been sitting there

reading; he was pretty engrossed in his book.

Finally, though, his bladder insisted it was time to take a

break. At the end of a chapter, he got up and went to the
bathroom. It was only when he noticed the time that he
realized that surely Jeremy should have been back by now.
Even if the stores had been crowded and the traffic bad.

He scratched his head and checked the driveway to make

sure the truck wasn't back. Nope, just his Mustang.

The house phone started ringing as he headed back inside.

Ah. There. Jeremy must've gotten held up.

He picked up the phone. "Did you get stuck behind

someone with twelve kids who couldn't decide what they
wanted?"

"Simon? Simon, it's Collin. Collin Mackie?"
The name was familiar ... someone from the club? Oh, yes.

The EMT. Big guy, happy smile. "Yes, it's Simon. How are
you, Collin?"

"Simon. You need to sit down, sir. I have something to tell

you."

"What do you mean, I need to sit down?" But he sat, his

heart starting to beat double time. "What is it?"

"I'm sorry, sir, but ... Well, there's been an accident."
That's when he heard the sirens in the background.

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He swallowed. There was an accident and Jeremy was late.

Jeremy was stuck in traffic because of the accident. He'd
probably stopped to help.

"Why didn't Jeremy just call me himself to let me know he

was going to be late?"

"Because he couldn't, sir. I need you to meet us at St.

David's hospital. I'll wait for you. You need to hurry, sir. Just
in case."

"Oh, my God." He didn't need to ask what 'just in case'

meant. "I'm on my way."

"Yes, sir." The phone went dead.
Dead.
Fuck.
He grabbed his keys, ignoring the way his hands were

trembling, and ran out to his car. The trip to the hospital was
a blur. He didn't even know if he'd been speeding or not.
Simon parked in the visitor parking and ran for emergency,
praying this had all been a mistake.

Collin was standing there, along with Xavier. Collin was

covered in blood and Simon's knees buckled. Xavier was right
there to catch him. "You have to be strong, man. You have to
hold it together."

"He's not. He can't be."
"No. No, he's not dead. He's in surgery. It's serious,

Simon. Extremely serious. He lost..." Xavier turned gray,
shook his head. "Pull yourself together. I've got Manning
coming in."

"Lost what? Xavier, you have to tell me. I have to know."

He had to know. He had to. Had to.

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Collin helped them both inside. "Sir, he was hit by an SUV

trying to help save a little girl who'd run into the street. One
of his legs was detached in the accident, and they're trying to
save the other. He's in surgery right now."

"Detached? You mean. No. No, you must be mistaken." He

sank into a chair that somehow magically appeared behind
him.

"I'm sorry."
Xavier reached out, patted Collin's shoulder. "Go clean up,

son. I'll stay here with Simon."

"Yes, thank you, Collin." It all felt so unreal. It couldn't be

happening.

"What do you need, Simon? Right now?" Xavier was

kneeling, looking into his eyes. "He's going to survive. He
will."

Simon nodded. Yes. Yes, Jeremy was going to survive, he

had to hold on to that. "I just want to see him." Because
maybe it was a mistake. Maybe it was someone else who was
hurt.

"As soon as you can. He was in and out of consciousness,

apparently. He talked about you. You'll be allowed full
access."

"Good, good." He gripped Xavier's hand. "You're sure it

was him?"

"I don't know, but Collin knows him. He's a hero, Simon.

He helped save a little girl."

"That does sound like my Jeremy."
His beautiful lover.

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Jeremy was graduating in four days. He couldn't be hurt—

his whole life was in front of him.

"We've got your back, Simon."
"Simon!" He looked up, and there were Geoff and Oliver,

Christian and Ben, all Doms from the club. "We heard."

Oh, God.
If they'd all come, then it must be real.
He thought he might throw up.
Ben was right there, looking at him with those warm,

pitch-black eyes. "Okay, baby. Okay, breathe." One of those
huge hands wrapped around the back of his neck, helped him
bend over.

He did as Ben suggested, breathing and not thinking,

feeling the blood pour back into his head. Oh, that was better.

"There you go." Ben's hands worked his shoulders, the

man solid and there for him like a prayer.

"How long has it been?" he asked, focusing on something

other than the fact that his lover was hurting and broken and
in surgery.

"Three years, you ass. Xavier called. I had to come. We

can fight again later, baby. Right now, let me be your friend."

He patted Ben's hand on his shoulders. "Yes. Yes, thank

you for coming."

"Anytime."
He nodded.
Okay.
Okay, it was time to cope.
"I need to see the doctor. I need to know what's going

on."

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"I do believe I can help the most with that." Doc Manning

walked up, face serious. "Give me a few minutes and I'll get
you some information."

Thank God for his friends.
"Thank you, Doc." He reached out and squeezed Doc's

hand. "Once I have more information, I'll have to call people.
His partners. His job. Oh, Xavier. Jeremy won't be in
tomorrow. Probably longer."

"Yes, Simon. I'll have someone cover for him."
Doc looked at him, took his chin and met his eyes. "Would

you like a mild sedative? Something to calm you?"

"No, I'm fine, Doc. I need some paper and a pen, though. I

need to make a list." It would be easier if he made a list of
the things he needed to do.

Manning nodded, reached in his pocket and handed over a

pad. "Here. I'll be back."

"Thank you. Tell me as soon as you know anything."
"You have my word."
He nodded. "I'm holding you to that." He looked at the pad

and then at his other hand. "I need a pen. Does anyone have
a pen?"

Manning left, Geoff and Oliver were talking to Xavier.

Christian was on a phone, making call after call. Then there
was Ben, right there.

He looked at Ben. "I need a pen. I have to make a list. Of

the people I need to call."

"Here you go. I'll write; you talk."
"Talk? You want to talk? I don't know that now's the time,

Ben. Jeremy's in surgery."

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"No, baby. Tell me who to put on the list."
Oh. Right.
"Rick. I think the studio number will reach him. And I have

to call the school and see if someone else can pick up his cap
and gown. And Xavier. He'll need to find someone else to
work Jeremy's shift tomorrow. Possibly longer."

God, this had to be serious. Ben was here. Being nice.
Ben scribbled and nodded, writing down everything he

said, everything he needed to do. When Manning walked back
over and stood there, face serious, he thought he would just
scream.

He stood, holding on to the fact that Jeremy was in

surgery, which meant he was still alive. "Okay. Give it to me."

"I'm sorry, Simon. I spoke to the surgeon. Jeremy's ...

he's lost both legs just below the knee. They attempted to
save the right one, but it was too badly damaged. He would
never be able to support his weight on it. He has a number of
contusions, but he's coming through the surgery very well.
There's no cranial swelling, no indication of brain damage."

"Very well? So he's alive. And he's going to survive the

surgery." He was alive. He was going to live. Simon focused
on that because the rest ... he wasn't sure he could. That he
wanted to. No.

"He is going to survive the surgery. He's young, he's

healthy, and he's going to be rehabilitated."

"I think I need to sit." He was going to be make it. Jeremy

was going to survive.

Simon started to laugh.

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"Easy. Easy, baby. You're okay." Ben's arms wrapped

around him, rocking him nice and slow.

"I am?" He didn't think he was. He really didn't. Jeremy's

legs. He couldn't even go there.

"You are. He's going to live."
He leaned into Ben's strength, feeling suddenly like his

legs were made of wet noodles. "Yes. I need to see him, Ben.
I need to touch him."

He thought maybe he could do this then. If he could just

see Jeremy and know for himself that his lover was going to
be okay.

"Yeah. Yeah. Doc? What can we do?"
"He's in recovery. Two minutes and then you'll have to go

and follow him to ICU, okay?"

He nodded and pushed away from Ben. "Yes. Yes, please.

Thank you, Doc. Now, please."

Manning nodded, led him through about fifty doors and a

dozen corridors and into an elevator. "He's going to be
bruised up, unconscious. There will be tubes in his mouth."

"Will he be awake?"
"No. No, or if he is, he'll be almost completely incoherent."
"Okay." He reached out and used the wall as support and

closed his eyes, breathing. Bruised up. Not awake. Tubes. He
could do this. He would be okay once he saw Jeremy for
himself.

"You don't have to do this, Simon He's in good hands."
"No, I need to see him, Manning. I need to know he's

alive."

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"Okay. Come on. We'll wash up here, okay?" Manning

showed him the foot pump sink, helped him wash with the
too-strong soap, and then introduced him to this tiny little
nurse named Stella.

"Come on in, darlin'. He's doing good. I hear he's a hero. I

bet you're proud."

"Oh, yes. I've always been proud of him." His beautiful

stud of a sub. His Jeremy. Now a hero. How could he be
anything but proud?

"I bet. He's feeling a little pale, huh?" She let him into the

recovery room and there was Jeremy, big as life and so still.

He went right over, feeling worse and better at the same

time.

"Jeremy." Reaching out, he touched his lover's hand.
Warm.
Oh, thank God.
Jeremy's skin was warm.
"Love. I'm here. You're going to be all right." He reached

to stroke Jeremy's cheek. He could see Jeremy's chest rising
and falling.

Alive. Yes.
Oh, yes.
"You can talk to him. I believe he can hear you even when

he's unconscious."

He nodded and leaned in, looking at the beloved face. "I'm

right here. They tell me you got hurt saving a little girl's life.
My hero. Now you need to do it again and be well, okay,
love?"

He thought for sure that Jeremy's eyelids twitched.

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"Love? Can you hear me? I'm right here. Right here."
Jeremy moaned, just once, the sound scared and hurt.
"I know you're hurting, love. You're in the hospital. I'm

going to make sure they take care of you—give you the good
drugs, hmm?"

The nurse looked over at him, nodded. "We'll give him

more painkillers as soon as it's safe. We've got to let the
anesthesia work out of him first."

"Okay. Good." He turned back to Jeremy. "See? Very soon

you'll feel so good you won't care where you are."

"L'il girl. Cars. She's in the street."
Simon blinked back the tears. "No, love. You saved her.

You got her. She's okay—thanks to you."

"'Kay."
Jeremy's voice was raspy, rough, so hoarse.
Simon had to clear his throat to continue. "That's right. It's

okay. Everything is going to be okay. All you need to do is get
well for me."

"Mmmhmm." Jeremy dozed off again. The strong face was

surprisingly unmarked, but Jeremy's hands and arms were a
study in road rash. Christ.

"I know it's scary right now, but he's going to make it."

The nurse was there, checking vitals, dressings. "I don't know
if he'll even have to spend time in ICU. He'll be in here with
me for at least four or five hours, waiting for a bed and
recovering."

"Can I stay?" He didn't want to leave Jeremy for a

moment, let alone four or five hours.

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"You're going to have to do some paperwork, talk to the

surgeon, all that fun stuff, but yes, there's a little chair right
there. He's not going to be awake for a while, though."

"I understand that. I feel better being close to him,

though, so thank you." He nodded to her and moved the chair
so he could keep stroking Jeremy's cheek now and then.

People came in and out—doctors talking about how nicely

the surgery went, administrators asking about insurance and
nursing homes for recovery, policemen checking in. It was
insane.

Through it all, the little nurse kept people moving, kept

checking on him, on Jeremy. He was thankful for her, for
having someone there looking after his Jeremy.

"You get well, love, and we'll get away from this hustle and

bustle. Go home together."

They would survive this. Be stronger for it.
They had to be.
He slid his fingers along Jeremy's cheek.
They had to be.

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Chapter Twenty One

They moved Jeremy in the early hours of the morning. He

hadn't woken up yet, but Simon hoped he would soon.

He was tired. So very tired.
He wanted to see those pretty eyes.
More than that, he wanted it to be yesterday afternoon

again, before all this had happened.

He was thinking of that, of taking Jeremy upstairs and

tying him up instead of watching him go off to the stores,
when he finally dozed off. He heard soft moaning, then the
clatter of metal. He opened his eyes to see Jeremy thrashing
a bit, trying to sit up.

"Jeremy!" He jumped up and put his hands on Jeremy's

shoulders, trying to ease him back into bed. "Shh. Shh. Love.
It's Simon. I'm here. Shh. Relax."

"Simon. Simon, fuck. Dreamed. I had a nightmare."
"No, it wasn't a dream." He would have given a lot for it to

have been just a dream.

Just a terrible nightmare.
"Wha'?" Jeremy was blinking hard, shaking his head. "Man,

I feel like shit."

"I know. You're in the hospital. It's going to be okay,

though." He could cry he was so happy to have Jeremy
awake, talking to him.

"Hospital? I hurt, man."
Simon reached over, pushed the morphine button for

Jeremy. "There, love. That should help." He kept stroking

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Jeremy's cheek, trying to ground the man with his touch. "Do
you remember anything of what happened?"

"I ... I needed to get stuff from the store and ... you

wanted ice cream?"

"Yeah, I asked you to stop at that place on Maple on your

way back. You were at the Trader Joe's..."

"Uh-huh. I wanted rice crackers or something ... corn

crackers..." Jeremy's eyes fluttered closed, then popped
open. "Oh, God! She's in the STREET!"

"No, you saved her, love. It's okay. She's safe. You're a

hero!"

"She ran into the street! Simon! She's little!" He could hear

the footsteps of nurses coming down the hall.

"Love. It's okay. You saved her. Jeremy? Look at me,

please." He tapped Jeremy's cheek, trying to get his lover
back to the here and now.

"He's up, hmm? Are you hurting anywhere?" One male

nurse pushed in, checking Jeremy's IV.

"My feet hurt."
"Yeah? Let's get you feeling better, hmm? Are you

thirsty?"

Jeremy's feet hurt? How could that be? They'd told him

they'd amputated. Simon hadn't looked yet. He'd been
focusing on Jeremy's face, on his lover waking up.

Another nurse, this one a sweet-faced older woman, took

his arm, tugged him away. "Don't panic, hon. They're ghost
pains. The brain hasn't figured out they're gone. Are you
wanting to tell him, or do you want me to get the doctor? You
don't have to do it."

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The temptation to let the doctor do it was huge, but Simon

made himself shake his head. "He should hear it from me."
Jeremy needed to know that Simon still loved him, no matter
what. That they could deal with this.

"Are you sure? It's going to be..."
"Let me up! I have to piss, God DAMN it!" Something went

flying, crashed against the wall.

"Thank you, but I think we need to deal with this now."
He stepped back up to Jeremy and put a hand on his

lover's arm. "Jeremy! Stop that. You need to settle down, and
I have something important to tell you."

"Darren, get Dr. Phillips. Tell him the patient needs a

sedative. Sir, this may not be a good time..." The little lady
nurse spoke gently.

He ignored the nurse and focused on his lover. "Calm

down, Jeremy. Right now." He made it sound like an order.

Jeremy's eyes stopped rolling, focused on him. "Help me,

honey. Take me home. I gotta get up. I have to piss."

"They have a catheter in so you don't have to get up to

pee. You need to just relax and let yourself heal." He held
Jeremy's face between his hands, made Jeremy focus on his
eyes.

"Does your bladder feel full? I can check the catheter,

make sure there's no kinks."

Jeremy nodded. "I have to go, ma'am. Please." Those

pretty eyes met his again. "Do I have to have a girl nurse
looking at my pecker?"

"I tell you what. She'll look this once and she'll tell me

what to do, so I can take care of it next time."

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"Okay."
"Do you want to see, sir?" The nurse looked at him. "And

I'm Jessica. We're going to see a lot of each other; we might
as well become friends, huh?"

"Hello, Jessica, I'm Simon. And yes, I need to know how to

do it for him."

He gave Jeremy a smile.
"Simon." She brought him down, showed him the clear

tube draining into a bag. There was a kink in the tube, the
urine backed up. "You just unhink it. If there's redness on the
penis, let us know. He shouldn't have the catheter in for too
long. These." She lifted the sheet, showing him the bandaged
stumps with tubes coming out of them, too. Oh. Oh, God. Oh,
God. "These are drains. They'll stay in for a few days, to keep
the swelling down. They don't hurt him."

He swallowed, trying to find his voice. He should have

looked before, while Jeremy was still out.

Simon nodded. "Okay. I'm pretty sure I've got it." He

managed a tremulous smile up at Jeremy. "The kink is out—
does that feel better now?"

Jeremy nodded. "What's wrong with me? You look gray.

What's wrong?"

A man in a white coat came in, a tray in hand with some

syringes. "Mr. Pinchon. I'm Dr. Phillips. I hear you might need
something to help you relax."

"If you could just hold off for a moment, please, Dr.

Phillips." Simon didn't wait to hear what the doctor might
have to say. Jeremy was his lover, was his sub. This was his
responsibility.

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He took Jeremy's cheeks between his hands again, waited

until Jeremy was looking at him again. "While you were
saving that little girl's life you got hit by a car. An SUV, I
think. It was bad, love. Really bad."

"How bad? You tell me. You tell me what's wrong, Simon.

Right now."

He nodded. Jeremy needed to know. "You lost both legs,

love. Just below the knee. It's going to be all right, though.
We're going to deal with it."

"No." Jeremy's eyes went huge. "You're lying to me. You

stop lying to me." Jeremy grabbed the sheets, tore them off,
those eyes looking down. Simon reached out to pick the
sheets up, the motion automatic, and that's when the
screaming started. Blood started pouring from the torn IV in
Jeremy's arm, and those poor legs banged against the bed.

"Jeremy!" He dropped the sheets and grabbed Jeremy's

face again. "Stop it! Stop right now. You have to calm down.
We'll get through this."

"Gary! Hector!" Dr. Phillips' voice rang out and Jessica

caught Jeremy's flailing arm as the doctor injected something
into the tube on Jeremy's thigh. "Breathe, kiddo."

"No. No. You fuckers! Let me go! Let me out of here!"
"I have you, Jeremy. Please. Please. You have to calm

down. I love you. Please. Let them help you."

"No. Tell me it's a dream. Simon. Tell me. You fucking tell

me it's not true!" There were people everywhere now,
pushing him out of the way, surrounding Jeremy. "SIMON!"

One warm hand took his hand. "Come on, baby. Let them

work."

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Ben.
"He needs me, Ben." He tried to pull away from Ben, to get

to Jeremy.

"Simon..." Jeremy's voice floated above all the rest.

"Please."

He yanked his hand out of Ben's and pushed his way to the

head of the bed. "I'm right here, Jeremy. I'm not going
anywhere. I'm right here with you. I promise."

The only thing keeping him from breaking down was that

Jeremy needed him to be strong.

"Tell me it's a lie."
"I can't, love. I can't." He pressed his lips to Jeremy's,

keeping his lover's focus on him. "But you're alive and we can
deal with this."

"No." Jeremy's eyes were going unfocused, the strong

muscles relaxing. "Please, God. No."

"Shh. Shh. It'll be all right, Jeremy. I promise." He kissed

Jeremy again, blinking hard against the tears that threatened.

"There. There you go." Jessica was cleaning Jeremy, being

careful, gentle. "That's right, big guy. Breathe. Simon, honey?
You'll need to speak with Dr. Phillips before he goes, okay?"

"When Jeremy is ready for me to go, yes." He didn't stop

staring into Jeremy's eyes. He kept stroking his lover's
cheeks. "I'm right here, love. We're going to do this together.
And it's going to be all right. You're alive—that's all that
matters."

"Simon. Please." Jeremy groaned, eyes closing.
"I'm right here. I love you. I love you, Jeremy. It's going

to be all right." He just kept repeating it, over and over.

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Making sure Jeremy knew he was there, knew they were
going to get through this.

Finally Jeremy was asleep, still and quiet, hand holding his

hip tight.

Simon closed his eyes, panting heavily as he tried to keep

the tears at bay. He had the doctor to deal with still. He had
to be strong for Jeremy.

Taking a last, deep breath, he stood, his hand covering

Jeremy's where it clung to him.

The room was empty except for Ben and the doctor.

Doctor Phillips smiled at him, gently. "It will get easier. He is
incredibly lucky and, from what I understand, a real hero. The
PR liaison here has been dealing with the press for you."

"The press? Thank the liaison for me." There was no way

he could deal with this and the press. He swallowed and took
another breath, stood a little straighter. "So what do I need
to know?"

"The first thing you need to know is that he is incredibly

lucky. That there are amazing prosthetics. That this is not the
end of the world, although he feels like it."

Simon nodded. "He's alive."
He knew it was a small consolation at this point. He was

going to have to get there himself—how much harder would it
be for Jeremy?

"He's alive. He's not paralyzed and he has his knees. Both

of them."

"Yes. And he's strong." And Jeremy had him.
"I'm sorry to ask, but are you two partners?"

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"You don't have to be sorry at all. I'm proud for everyone

to know that Jeremy is my partner."

"So you two share a house? I ask because we'll need to

talk about his living arrangements, his rehabilitation. If your
home is unable to be made accessible, we'll need to find him
a nursing home to convalesce in."

"We live together. He's my lover." Simon snapped the

words out. Did the man not understand what partner meant?
"And I'll do whatever I have to do at the house for him."
Ramps, a gym, whatever Jeremy needed. He had money in
the bank and his investments, and if that wasn't what this
was, he didn't know what would be.

"Okay, okay. Easy. The doc just didn't want to assume,

baby, and I didn't know whether y'all were living together
yet." Ben's hand slid down his back.

"Of course you didn't. We haven't spoken in, what? Three

years?" He was bristling, perilously close to losing it. He just
had to hold it together for a little longer and then everyone
would go.

"I'll have an occupational therapist come in and talk to

you, help you plan. He'll be able to answer specific questions
about what Jeremy will need." The doctor looked at him. "You
need to sleep, sir. Sleep and eat. You can't care for him if
you're dead on your feet."

Simon nodded, mouth tight. He'd just needed to see

Jeremy, to hear his lover's voice. And now he needed
everyone to leave him alone so he could have a little
breakdown. Then he'd be good again, he'd sleep, eat, build a
new God damned house if he needed to.

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"Can I prescribe you something? To help you relax?"
"No, thank you." He needed to keep his head clear for

Jeremy. "I just need a few moments on my own, and to sleep
and eat, as you suggested."

"Okay. Jessica is here from seven to seven, Thursday

through Sunday. She'll introduce you to Adam and Gideon
and Sara. They'll be your nursing team. We're going to let
him rest most of today, but tomorrow, I want him up and
moving in a wheelchair."

"All right. How long do you anticipate we'll be in the

hospital for?"

He was going to need to arrange to have the work done on

the house as quickly as possible. Xavier probably knew
someone who could do the work. Jeremy would have
volunteered to help if this had happened to someone else.
Oh, God.

He reached out and put his hand on the mattress as the

world spun for a moment.

"Okay. Okay, baby. Sit." Ben eased him down, head

between his knees.

Again.
Ben and the doctor talked for a minute, then Ben led him

to the chair with its pull-out bed and handed him a single pill.
"You take this; I'll be right here, watching."

"I don't want to take a pill. I just need a few minutes to

myself and some sleep." He could feel the tears welling up,
and he blinked furiously.

"Okay, baby. Can I ... Let me hold you?"

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"No. No, I want to be alone. I need to be alone for awhile.

Please, Ben, just go. I need you to go."

He swiped at his cheek and turned away.
"Okay, baby. I'll be right outside the door. You don't have

to carry this all by yourself." Ben left the pill there on the
table, waiting for him.

He managed to hold it together until the door closed

behind Ben, and then he put his head on his knees and
sobbed.

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Chapter Twenty Two

He wasn't going to wake up.
Never again.
He was going to stay here, asleep, until he died.
Damn it.
"Jeremy? Jeremy, my name's Jessica. I need you to wake

up and take some food."

No.
No, he wasn't ever waking up.
"Love? You need to wake up now." Simon's voice was soft,

fingers warm on his cheek.

No. He'd done that. He didn't want to do it, never again.

Not unless he got his legs back.

Simon didn't stop, though; those fingers kept touching,

and his lover's voice kept talking. "You need to eat, love. You
need to keep your strength up to heal. Come on, Jeremy. Do
it for me."

"No. I don't want to. Just let me sleep." He wanted to turn

over, but if he moved, he'd feel his legs.

His lack of legs.
"You've been sleeping, Jeremy. It's time to wake up."

Simon's voice hardened. "Now, Jeremy. Show me your eyes."

He growled under his breath, eyes flashing open. "Quit

pushing!"

Tired, loving eyes looked down on him. "That's what I do,

remember?"

"What do you want? I'm not hungry."

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"You need to eat, though. Because if you don't they feed

you through a tube, and that's not only nasty, it'll mean you
have to stay here longer."

"I don't care." He wouldn't look at his legs.
"Here's how it is, Jeremy, you have to have nutrients. If

you don't, you'll have to go up to Psych."

"She knows what she's talking about, Jeremy. She's been

a star so far. She's on your 'team.' You have a team and
we're all pulling for you." Simon leaned in. "Stop being so
stubborn and have a few bites to eat."

"Fuck this." He rubbed his forehead. "If I have to eat, I

want coffee."

Simon smiled. "You eat and I'll see what I can do."
He looked at the nurse; she was tiny, red-headed, and

too-fucking smiley. "I want coffee."

"I have apple juice, broth, and lime jello."
"You want me to feed you?" Simon asked.
"No." He tried to sit up, whimpering as his body protested.
"Easy, love." Simon helped him sit up, the nurse piling

pillows behind his back.

"Go away. I don't want help." He didn't want anyone to

see this.

"Jessica, would you mind stepping out, please? Jeremy and

I will get along just fine, and we'll ring if we need you."

"If you're sure, Simon. We need to flush the drains and get

the catheter out this afternoon."

Jeremy closed his eyes. He wasn't here. He couldn't be

here.

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"Later, Jessica. Let us have some time. Let Jeremy eat."

Simon's fingers were back on his cheek, warm and gentle.

"I don't want help. Just go away."
"She's going, Jeremy. And I'll just sit next to you here and

breathe in the lovely aroma of that broth."

He scooted his ass up, his knees dragging on the sheets,

the stitches tugging. His eyes looked at the sheets, at where
they just stopped.

They should have let him die. Why didn't they let him die?
Simon's hand landed on his shoulder. "You sure you don't

need my help, love?"

Jeremy shook his head, just staring. He was going to

scream. He was going to scream and scream until his throat
exploded.

Simon was quiet for a few moments and then the hand on

his shoulder squeezed. "You do need to eat, build up your
strength again."

"Why?" He forced the word out of his lips.
"Because you're not dead, Jeremy. You're not dead, and

that means you're alive, and I want our life back."

Simon started taking the lids off the food.
He couldn't have his life back.
His life was over.
"Jeremy." Simon waved a hand in front of his face. "I'm

not going away. And neither is this food."

"Yeah." Except Simon would, eventually. He'd have to.
Hell, he couldn't even get into Simon's house.
He couldn't work.
He couldn't walk.

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Eventually, Simon sat on the edge of the bed, scooped up

a spoonful of broth, and held it to his lips.

He slapped the spoon away. "I don't want any."
Simon's lips pressed together. "You need to eat."
"I don't want to eat." He was going to scream.
"Yes, you've made that clear. But you are going to eat."

Simon picked up the spoon again, dipped it in the broth and
held it out to him.

He glared, hands balling into fists. "Stop. Stop looking at

me."

When he opened his mouth, Simon popped the soup in.
"I won't, you know. You're still my Jeremy." Simon had

another spoonful at the ready.

"Half of him, maybe."
Simon slipped that second spoonful in as well, and then

snorted. "Right. Your legs, from the knees down, were half of
you. Bullshit."

"Don't. Don't talk about it."
He didn't want to hear it. He wasn't ever going to let

anyone talk to him about it.

"So we're just going to ignore it? You're just going to sit in

this hospital bed for the rest of your life? Is that the plan?"

"Yeah." It worked for him, didn't it? Just sit there and

sleep.

Simon snorted. "Well, that's not my plan."
He stared at Simon, trying to remember how to breathe.

More broth filled the spoon and slid between his lips while he
stared. His stomach growled, audibly.

Fucking traitor body.

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Simon gave him a half-smile and another spoonful of broth

went into his mouth, God damn it.

"I don't want any more."
"But your body does." Simon continued to feed him.
"I don't want it anymore." He leaned back hard, muscles

jerking as the stitches in his legs pulled again.

Simon took a breath. And then another one. "Too bad.

You're alive. Deal with it."

Jeremy closed his eyes. He was done. He was tired. Hell,

he wanted...

It didn't matter anymore.
Simon's fingers were back, ghosting over his cheek. "Oh,

love ... Please. A few more bites, a sip of the apple juice, and
then you can go back to sleep for awhile."

Okay. Okay, he could do that. "When are you going home

... back to your house? Did someone find my wallet? Did you
go get my truck? Is it still there?"

"Ben and the other Doms have pretty much taken care of

everything. I have your wallet here. And we'll go home when
the doctors let you out."

Simon fed him a couple more bites as he spoke.
"I can't even get to the bedroom." He should sell his truck

for the...

Oh, God.
The bills.
He looked at Simon. "What about the bills?"
"Will be covered by the insurance company of the man

who hit you. And I've moved the bedroom downstairs into the
den for now. I haven't decided yet if we should put in an

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elevator or one of those lifts along the stairs. I keep thinking
an elevator would be more practical in the short term, but if
you get prosthetics and get good at the stairs, you're not
going to want to use it, so maybe the stair lift would be
better. But we don't have to decide that right away."

Simon slipped several more spoonfuls of soup into his

mouth during all that. "So, you see, you don't have to worry
about anything besides getting healthy."

"I. I." He started shaking, the edges of the room getting

sparkly. He couldn't. Not yet.

"Jeremy? Simon's hands wrapped around his shoulders

and tugged him in close against Simon's chest. "I'm here,
love. I'm right here. Just hold onto me."

"I'm sorry." He couldn't breathe. He couldn't. Oh, God.
"Shh. It's okay, love. Just breathe." Simon's fingers slid

along his back and soft kisses dropped onto the top of his
head. "It's okay. I'm right here."

"It's not okay. It's never going to be okay again."
"It will be, Jeremy. I promise. We'll make it okay."
He didn't believe Simon. He couldn't. It didn't matter,

though, so he just closed his eyes.

He was done with all this right now.
He just wanted to dream.

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Chapter Twenty Three

After Jeremy faded off, Simon spent a couple hours on

busywork so he wouldn't have to think too hard. So he
wouldn't have to remember how devastated Jeremy was
about the amputations.

He knew it would take time, knew that Jeremy had to go

through all the stages. That didn't make it any easier to
watch. He made a bunch of calls and double-checked with
Oliver to make sure the volunteers from the club knew what
he wanted done at the house.

Then he napped, too.
He woke a few hours later and checked on Jeremy.
Jeremy was sound asleep, still, refusing to move.
"We'll get through this," he murmured, quietly. "It's not

going to be easy, but we'll manage, we'll make it work."

The door opened, Jessica coming in. "Hey, Simon. Still

sleeping, huh? It's time for him to get up."

"Yeah? He looks so peaceful asleep." It was easy to

pretend for a few minutes that everything was normal.

"He needs to get moving, Simon. The two big dangers we

face are infection and pneumonia, and those are going to
happen if he doesn't use his body."

"Then let's get him moving." He just needed to be told

what Jeremy needed, how to do it, and he'd get it done.
Jeremy needed someone in his corner right now, to want this
for him.

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"First, let's look at the stumps. We're going to flush out the

drains. I don't know if he'll go home before they're removed,
but if not, you'll need to do it. Also, he's not going to want to
touch the stumps. It's incredibly common, but you have to
watch them, help them heal."

"Okay." He took a deep breath to steady himself. He'd

been shocked earlier because he hadn't seen them yet, hadn't
been prepared. It was going to easier this time. At least that's
what he told himself.

"Just remember that they're still him. The nerves are

there; the skin's going to be warm to the touch." Jessica
walked over, picked up Jeremy's hand, and searched for a
pulse. "Jeremy? Time to wake up."

"Lemme 'lone."
"Let me." He faced Jeremy and found his center. This was

just like a scene. A long, scary scene that they were going to
push through and be better for it when they were done.
"Open your eyes, Jeremy. It's time to wake up."

"I said no. I'm tired."
Jessica, to her credit, stayed back, let him do his job.
"I didn't say it was optional, Jeremy. Open your eyes,

now."

"Leave me alone!" Jeremy's eyes flew open, the man

glaring at him. "I'm fucking tired."

Simon didn't back down. He had a feeling this was going to

get harder long before it got easier. "You've been sleeping all
day. It's time to wake up, to get moving."

"Are you out of your fucking mind? I can't move."

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"Nonsense." That was Jessica, now. "Your neck didn't

break. You can move just fine. Simon, let me show you how
to flush the drains."

She reached for the sheets and Jeremy bellowed, "No!"
"All right, that's enough, Jeremy. I shouldn't need to

remind you just how much you can live or how much you can
feel, when you can't move your arms or your legs. Now, you
can yell at me, you can scream at me and grump and growl,
but this lady is here to help you and you'll show her the
respect she deserves."

"Fuck you. Fuck you both."
Jessica snorted. "Not a chance, big boy. I'm into the

boobies."

"No kidding, you're family?" That made him smile.
She pushed up the sleeve of her scrub, showing the tiny

rainbow triangle tattoo. "Yep. Now, Jeremy, I have to clean
the drains."

"She's going to teach me how so I can do it at home." He

patted Jeremy's hand.

Jeremy gave him an utterly horrified look. "No. No."
"It has to be done, love."
"Not you. I don't want you looking at them."
"I have to, Jeremy. I have to help take care of you." He

cupped his lover's cheek. "I love you. No matter what."

Jeremy's eyes closed, the man hiding away. "Whatever."
Jessica pulled the sheets away. "Okay, Simon. These are

pressure bandages. They help with the circulation. Jeremy,
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prosthetics. I've heard that the right socks make a huge
difference."

She started unwrapping one of Jeremy's stumps.
It wasn't pretty, but Simon didn't find it so horrible now

that he'd seen it once.

"How long before we can start looking at prosthetics?"
"When Jeremy's ready, really. The wounds need to be

healed and his rehabilitation team will have specifics, but I'd
guess five to six weeks before he could start breaking them
in."

"That soon. That's awesome." He'd been expecting it to

take a lot longer for things to heal. "Did you hear that,
Jeremy?"

Jeremy didn't answer, didn't look.
"He's incredibly healthy. Justin's coming in starting

tomorrow. He'll help with the physical therapy, get you into a
shower in the next few days." Jessica lifted one of Jeremy's
legs. One of the stumps was stitched closed, the other still
open and raw, ugly.

Six weeks seemed awfully optimistic, seeing that. But

Simon knew she had more experience than he did. "That's
great. I bet a shower'll feel great."

"It's still open so we can make sure there aren't any

foreign materials. The other one was a clean removal. The
surgeon smoothed the bone so that you won't have pain with
the artificial limb. Tomorrow the surgeon will come in and see
if he can close up this side."

"Okay, sounds good." He patted Jeremy's upper thigh.

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"Here's the syringe. Now, you'll fill it with sterilized water

and just gently push the water through the drain. I'll do this
open one because I want to lave the wound. Jeremy, this is
going to feel cold, but it shouldn't really hurt. If it does, tell
me and I'll give you a pill."

Simon watched carefully, so he could give it a try next

time. "And how often does this need to be done?"

"Twice a day. The drains will come out before he leaves

the hospital, I'm sure. They'll only be in, tops, three more
days."

Little bits of debris of were coming off of the stump with

the water.

Simon tried not to let it get to him. "So you'll let me give it

a go next time?"

"Sure. Do you want to help here? If you do, go wash."
"Yeah, okay." He squeezed Jeremy's shoulder. "I'll be back

in a sec."

He could hear Jessica talking to Jeremy, just chattering

away. "I can go ahead and take the catheter out now, if you
want."

He hoped that small thing would help Jeremy feel more

human, more normal. He scrubbed his hands and dried them
before returning to Jeremy's bedside.

"What, you expect me to piss myself?"
"No. I expect you to wheel yourself to the bathroom and

urinate in the toilet like a big boy."

"In fact, we're going to get you into a wheelchair today—

get you mobile. Right, Jessica?"

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"We are. You can go down the hall, you can go outside.

You need to let me clean this room."

"It'll be great to see something other than these four

walls." He gave Jeremy a quick smile. "Okay, now, what do
you want me to do here?"

"You'll need to just gently pour the water over the wound.

No pushing hard and no touching the tip to the flesh, okay?
I'm going to get the catheter out."

"LEAVE ME ALONE!"
Jessica gave Simon a wink. "Can't do that, honey."
This must be normal, given how easily Jessica was

handling Jeremy's bad mood, so Simon ignored it as well and
used the syringe to wash the water over Jeremy's flesh.

It was such a little thing, but it made him feel better, being

able to do something to help.

"You see those little bits? Every one that comes out is one

infection you're avoiding. If we close up over the top of them?
They'll work themselves out through the skin."

He nodded; he could see why doing this was so important.

He kept doing it until the gentle flow of water no longer
brought out any debris with it.

"Is that it for now?"
"Yeah." The catheter was out, things being put in a tub to

carry off. "I'm going to re-bandage him now. Thanks for your
help."

Jeremy was still silent, eyes squeezed shut.
"No problem. Thanks for teaching me how to do it."

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He gave her a warm smile and then settled up near

Jeremy's head again, patting his lover's shoulder. "How are
you doing, love?"

Jeremy's lips twisted and he could see Jeremy fighting

tears.

He brought their foreheads together, breathing with his

lover. "Please, Jeremy. I love you. Let me in."

"I don't want you to look at my legs."
"Why not?"
"Because they're gone!"
"From the knee down, yes. My not looking isn't going to

change that, love." He patted Jeremy's thigh, proving to his
lover that Jeremy still had some of his legs.

"Don't touch them. Don't. Just let me pretend for a while,

God damn it."

"Pretend what. exactly? And how long is 'a while'? The

sooner we deal with it, the better. This isn't a life-over injury,
Jeremy. It's bad. It's awful, but life goes on and so do we."

Jeremy could spend the rest of his life hiding, or he could

deal. Hell, according to the doctors, Jeremy would be able to
walk again.

"That's easy for you to say. You just wait until you're done

fucking feeling sorry for me."

"I'd rather wait until you're done feeling sorry for

yourself!"

"God for-fucking-bid. Get the hell out and leave me alone."

Jeremy was gasping, breathing hard, eyes filled with tears.
"Just go away."

Jessica came through the door, pushing the wheelchair.

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Jeremy stared at it, a look of pure horror on his face.

"Please God, no."

"I'm not going anywhere without you." He brought

Jeremy's gaze back to him. "Love, please. You have to focus
on the positive here. You're alive. Do you know how easily it
could have been otherwise?"

"Don't ask me to do this. Not yet. I can't do this."
Simon bit back his cry and forced himself to keep pushing.

"I have to ask, Jeremy. You need to start moving. You need
to start dealing. It isn't going to get easier if you put it off."

"He's right, you know." A big—no, huge—dark-haired man

walked in, a wide grin on his face. "Aloha. I'm Justin Yamata.
I thought I could come and help."

He walked right over the Jeremy, shook Jeremy's hand,

and then hauled Jeremy to a sitting position. "There you go.
God, we need to get you some sweats, huh? I fucking hate
having my ass just swinging in the breeze."

Jeremy just stared.
"Let's get you into the chair, huh? I'll show you how to do

it on your own tomorrow, but right now, let's just get the fuck
out of this room."

It was like a breath of fresh air had just walked in. "That

sounds like just what we need. I won't be able to lift Jeremy
in and out of his chair, but I shouldn't need to. All those
beautiful muscles are going to come in handy, love."

"We'll get him trained up, man, until then ... Jessi, grab

the bag?" Justin grabbed Jeremy and deposited him in the
wheelchair as Jessica ran to grab the IV bag. "There we go,
Jeremy. Crappy hospital chair. Crappy hospital chair,

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Jeremy's bare ass. I tell you, man, we'll talk to the fucking
insurance and get you something cool, huh? Something
rocking cool. Then we'll get the bastards to have your cars
refitted with hand controls, all that shit."

"Truck." Jeremy looked stunned.
"What?"
"I drive a truck."
"Yeah? Me too. Fucking love it. It's a Ford F-150 with a V8

and a king cab. Man, I need a cup of coffee. Let's roll." Justin
plopped a blanket over Jeremy's lap. Then Justin and Jeremy
were heading out the door.

Simon blinked and hurried out after them. He'd have to

learn how Justin did that.

Justin kept walking and talking, introducing Jeremy to

everyone like it was just another day. They rolled through the
hallways and into the main corridor, where a group of people
were milling around. Jeremy was looking panicked, but Justin
never slowed, just pushed through and kept going.

Simon kept up with them, taking mental notes. 'Don't give

Jeremy the opportunity to protest' seemed to be the biggest
thing.

"Where are we headed?" he finally asked.
"Coffee, man. I'm dying for a cup." Justin grinned. "Then

we'll go out to the courtyard for a minute. It's pretty outside."

"There you go, Jeremy—you were asking for coffee earlier.

Maybe they'll have some chocolate pudding or something."
Anything but lime green Jell-o.

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"There's ice cream. It's fucking amazing. What do you do

for a living, man? Something hard, those aren't gym
muscles."

Jeremy shook his head. "It doesn't matter."
"Sure, it does. Don't be a pussy; you don't have time."
Jeremy turned to look at Justin, eyes flaring. "What did

you say?"

Justin turned the corner. "I said, don't be a pussy. You can

cry and scream and fight all you want, I don't give a shit, but
don't waste my fucking time by giving up."

Simon decided that Justin would make a very good Dom,

though the man didn't seem the type.

The thought had him smiling.
They headed into the cafeteria, the older lady at the cash

"This is Jeremy, Mamma. He's the one on the news."
"Oh. Oh, honey." The woman came around the counter,

gave Jeremy a huge hug, her dark-dark skin making Jeremy
look almost pale. "I talked to Missy and her momma. You
know that woman is eight months pregnant? She wants to
come see you, you know. That little Missy? She has a
sprained wrist, that's it. All because of you and that Bill. I'm
so damned proud to know you."

Simon could have kissed her. Her and Justin. He stood

proudly next to his man, the hero.

Jeremy stared, then started shaking. "I. I. I."
Justin's hand landed on Jeremy's shoulder. "Breathe, man.

Black coffee?"

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Jeremy nodded.
"Okay. How about you ... uh..." Justin's tanned face turned

bright red. "I didn't get your name, man."

"Simon. I'm Jeremy's partner. And I think I'd like it with

lots of cream today and an ice cream. Cherry if they have it."
Maybe Jeremy would have some if he was sharing Simon's
instead of being told to eat it.

"Simon. You two find a table; I'll play waitress this time.

Jeremy can next time."

Then Justin was off, like a huge, broad force of nature.
Wow. Okay. Justin's absence left a void, but Simon gamely

grabbed the handles on the wheel chair and pushed it toward
a nearby table that was free. "He's something else, isn't he?"

Jeremy nodded, hands curled into his laps. "I want to go

back."

"No, you don't. Jessica's changing sheets and airing the

place out. We'd just be in the way."

He pulled one of the chairs at the table out and pushed

Jeremy up to the table.

Justin came back before Jeremy could complain with three

cups of coffee, two bowls of chocolate ice cream, and one
bowl of vanilla. "Here we go."

"Thank you, Justin. How much do we owe you?"
Simon snagged one of the chocolate ice creams and set it

in front of Jeremy.

"This one's on the house." Justin gave Jeremy a coffee.

"So, what is it you said you did for a living?"

"I was a blacksmith, iron worker. I was supposed to

graduate Wednesday, whenever that was."

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"Tomorrow, actually," Simon put in. "Just because you

don't pick up your diploma in person doesn't mean you
haven't graduated, you know."

"Tomorrow? Dude. Congratulations!" Justin clapped

Jeremy on the shoulder. "That rocks."

"I'm very proud of you," Simon added.
"Yeah. I had lots going for me."
"Have," Simon corrected. "You have a lot going for you."
"Yep. Shit, you're a fucking hero, man. After you're done

being in shock, then you'll have a lot of options, a lot of
plans."

Jeremy stared at Justin. "In shock?"
"Yeah. You're dealing with all that adrenaline, the pain.

You've been in bed for what? Three days? Now it's time to
start moving past the shock and get to work."

"I'm not ready to fucking work."
"Sure, you are."
"You can have your coffee and ice cream first," Simon

dared to tease.

"I don't ... I don't think I can." Jeremy hands were

shaking, his lover's face nearly gray.

"Breathe, man. Have a bite or two and we'll go back, but

you have to breathe."

"My feet hurt, man." Jeremy gripped the edge of the table,

the whole thing shaking.

"It's not real."
Jeremy looked at Simon, eyes desperate. "Simon. I hurt.

Parachute. Please."

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"Oh, love." Simon fought a sob. "He needs some

morphine, Justin. And to go back to his room. This was
enough for today."

He grabbed Jeremy's hand. "I'm here, love. I'm here. We'll

get through this. I promise."

"Okay, man. Drink your coffee, huh? Then you can carry

your ice cream."

Jeremy took his coffee cup, hands shaking violently. The

cup was only half full, though, so it didn't spill.

Jeremy took a sip, then another drink. "It's good coffee."
"Mamma hides the good stuff."
Simon laughed, the sound a little hysterical, even to his

own ears. His own coffee remained untouched. He didn't think
he could possibly eat or drink just now.

Justin finished his coffee and ice cream, then stood, taking

Jeremy's cup. "Grab your ice cream, man. I think there's a
pain pill waiting on you. I'm thinking no more morphine, huh?
The nightmares suck monkey balls."

Jeremy nodded. "God, yes. I keep ... I mean ... Fuck."
"Yeah. No shit. Now that you're eating, you can have the

codeine. It's way less scary."

Simon handed Jeremy's ice cream over, along with his

own, and grabbed hold of the handles on the wheelchair,
bringing the chair around and pointing it toward the corridor.

"Nightmares, love?" he asked quietly. He hadn't known

Jeremy was having bad dreams.

"All the time. Over and over."
"It's the morphine, Jeremy. It's normal. It sucks, but it's

normal."

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"You should have said something." Simon stopped rolling

the chair long enough to squeeze Jeremy's shoulders. He
hadn't known.

"I ... I just want to go lie down. Please."
"Hold it together, big guy. There's reporters up ahead. We

won't stop, but don't give them a photo op." Justin swelled up
like a big frog. "Come on, Simon. Move it."

Simon walked faster, pushing the chair in front of him; he

just wanted to get Jeremy out of the halls. The chatter
started up and he heard Jeremy's name, but Justin didn't let
anyone stop them, stall them. They pushed on through and
Simon sighed with relief as they came into Jeremy's room,
new sheets on the bed, a pitcher of water with ice and a
couple of glasses on the swinging table.

"Here we are."
"Okay. They've brought in an overhead bar. You're going

to help, Simon. Roll the chair up to the bed and lock it."

"I need ... I ... Shit, man. I gotta use the facilities."
Justin nodded, took the chair from him. "I got you,

Jeremy. Let's go." Justin wheeled Jeremy into the bathroom
and shut the door behind them.

Simon blinked, his mouth opening and closing for a

moment like a fish out of water. It was an apt metaphor, as
that was how he felt.

He was Jeremy's lover, his Dom. He should have a better

grip on what was going on. He should be more in control.

Of himself, if nothing else.
He busied himself by turning back the sheets on the bed

and trying not to freak out.

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Justin came out, shut the bathroom door behind him.

"Hey. He's trying to have a bowel movement. How you
holding up?"

"That's good, right? That he's trying?" It had to be better

than refusing to do anything but sleep.

"Yeah. You two share a house, right? We'll need to sit

down together, talk about what you're going to need,
especially at first." Justin offered him a sympathetic smile.
"It's not a crime, you know, to let him go to a convalescent
home until he's more capable."

"What?" Startled, Simon took a step back and then shook

his head. "No. No, we'll be fine. Our friends have already
started fixing the house. I just ... I don't know what to do." It
was hard to admit, but if he was going to help Jeremy, he
needed to ask the people who could help him.

"Okay. Well, that's why I'm here. I'll help you, man, and

I'll help him do things himself. The whole toilet thing is full of
drama. It's one thing for a medical professional to help; it's
another for a lover to, you know?" Justin pulled the bar
around and lowered the bed. "One of the things you're going
to have to deal with is the bathroom in the house. He'll need
room to move, to maneuver. He'll need something to prop his
stumps on, otherwise he'll be so focused on not falling over,
he won't be able to use the pot, much less wipe himself up.
Some guys have serious issues with pissing sitting down."

Simon nodded and pulled out his notebook, began to write

things down. "All right, I'll let the guys know about the
bathroom. We've got one on the ground floor, but it's one of
those little half-bath things that'll need to be expanded. We're

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converting one of the rooms downstairs into our bedroom
until he can maneuver the stairs. I was thinking of putting in
an elevator. Do you think I should wait to consult him before
we make too many changes, aside from the immediately
necessary ones?"

Simon felt lighter suddenly, having someone to talk to,

someone who could tell him what was needed and who wasn't
making him feel like an idiot for not knowing it.

"I wouldn't go the elevator route. He's going to get

prostheses. He'll need to use them. You'll put a chair upstairs,
a chair downstairs, and make sure your banisters are
incredibly sturdy. I'll be honest with you—find a contractor
that knows what to do. There are a thousand little things to
make his life easier—accessible sinks in the kitchen, you'll
need to think about light switches, the closets. The bathtub."

The toilet flushed and Justin turned to the bathroom. "I'm

coming in, Jeremy."

Simon made a mental note to ask Justin to recommend a

contractor with that kind of knowledge to him. His friends
could still help, but Justin was right—someone who was
familiar with all the little tricks would be invaluable, and well
worth any price. He tucked away his notebook, waiting for
Jeremy to come out and hoping his lover was in a more
positive frame of mind. He supposed it would depend on how
the bathroom expedition had gone.

Jeremy was white as a sheet, shaking, and Justin was

talking, soft and low. "Come on, let's get up on the bed.
Jessi's coming with a pill and Simon's here."

Jesus, Jeremy looked like shit.

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Simon pushed his worry aside and managed a smile.

"Gonna use the bar to help Justin get you back into bed,
love?"

"Yeah."
"Come help me, Simon. You spot one side; I'll spot the

other."

Simon slipped into place, touching Jeremy's hand, his

shoulder. "You're doing great, love. Just great."

Jeremy reached up for the bar, hands visibly shaking.

Justin looked at him, eyes serious. "You ready, man?"

Simon could see the 'don't let him fail' in Justin's eyes.
"I'm ready. Let's do it."
Jeremy pulled, trying, and Justin and Simon lifted, taking

almost all of Jeremy's weight so that those poor arms, weak
from shock, didn't have to take it.

Simon laughed as they got him settled, knowing that once

Jeremy got his strength back, all those muscles he'd always
admired would be such a boon for Jeremy. "You did it, love!"

Jeremy leaned back, gasping for breath, just looking

devastated. "I hurt."

"I'm here." Jessi walked in with a little cup of pills. "You

ready to kill Justin yet?"

"Hey, he went to the bathroom. You should be proud."
Simon reached for the pills. "Pour me a glass of water," he

ordered Justin. Enough with the pep talk and happy. His lover
was hurting badly.

Justin snorted, but poured out a glass, handed it over.
Jeremy's eyes were bloodshot, shining, focused on him.

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"All right, love." He slid the pills between Jeremy's lips and

held the glass to them, helping his lover drink. "I'm proud of
you, Jeremy. I know you didn't want to, but you did really
well. You pushed yourself. That's what it's all about, isn't it?"
he added softly. "Pushing your boundaries."

They just had to readjust where those boundaries were.
"Make them go away. Please. I just want a few minutes."
"You deserve them." He kissed Jeremy's forehead and then

nodded to the door. "You can both come back later."

"Yeah. I'll be back tomorrow, man. I'll leave my card. You

need me, call."

Justin took Jessica's arm and led her out.
He fussed with Jeremy's pillows and pulled the covers up,

smoothing them over Jeremy's lovely chest. "All right, love.
It's all right. You can rest now."

Jeremy's hand shot out, wrapped around his wrist. "Stay."
He nodded and patted Jeremy's hand. "I'm not going

anywhere, love. In fact, I was thinking of climbing up there
and resting with you." Maybe they could both get some
healing sleep that way.

"You don't mind, the legs, the..." Jeremy shuddered. "The

stumps."

"I'll be careful not to knock them—not to hurt you. But

they're a part of you now." He pulled the covers back and
gauged the room on the bed. "Can we get you moved over a
little?"

He didn't need a lot of room; he would be pressed up

against Jeremy.

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"Is there enough room?" Jeremy tried to shift, moaning as

he moved.

"There is. Careful." He helped Jeremy shift a few inches

over and then climbed up. "It's okay. I have enough room.
Are you comfortable?"

Jeremy nodded, one arm held out for his head to rest on.
"Oh, love." Simon's voice was thick and he cleared his

throat, settling with his head on Jeremy's arm, his hand
sliding over his lover's magnificent belly. "I love you," he
whispered.

Jeremy didn't say anything, but he felt the sobs in the

muscles under his hands.

He held on tight, figuring that, right now, loving Jeremy

was the best thing that he could do.

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Chapter Twenty Four

"Baby, we brought you some food and a Coke."
Jeremy frowned, trying to identify the voice. Who was in

his room calling Simon 'baby'?

"Thank you, Ben. You really don't need to do things like

that, though."

"Of course I do. I brought Jeremy some, too, and a couple

of nice pillows and some workout pants."

He opened his eyes, looking over at a muscled black man

whom he'd never seen before.

"Oh, thank you! Jeremy needs something else to wear, and

I haven't had a chance to ask anyone to bring him something
from the house yet." Simon took the pillows and the pants
from this Ben, bringing them over to the bed. "Hey there,
you're awake."

"Hey." He blinked, frowned. "What's up?"
"Ben brought some stuff for you, and some food that isn't

hospital-designed." Simon's fingers smoothed over his
forehead. "Are you okay?"

"I need to use the toilet. Who's Ben?"
"Ben is an old ... well, friend, I guess, though we hadn't

spoken in over three years until the other day." Simon waved
toward the black man. "Ben, this is Jeremy; Jeremy, this is
Ben." Then Simon flapped his hands again, though this time it
was to wave Ben toward the door. "Can you give us a few
minutes here, please, Ben?"

"Sure. Do you need help?"

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"No. I can do it." He was getting better at it, especially

now that the drains were out, both stumps closed up
completely.

Simon waved Ben off and then locked the wheel chair in

place after the door had closed. "I didn't think you'd want him
to watch."

"No. Was he your sub?" Jeremy reached up, pulling himself

up and over. Simon helped him make sure his thighs didn't
get caught under him. They'd offered him the little bottle to
piss in, but that had been a fucking disaster. He could use the
goddamn toilet.

It didn't hurt that, whenever he used his muscles, Simon's

hand would run over them. Simon always made a happy,
admiring little sound, too.

"No, no, Ben is a Dom, too. We were friends ... with

benefits. But it would never have worked. And long after it
was over we had some terrible arguments. I guess that's all
water under the bridge now."

"Yeah? He loves you." Ben was beautiful—dark and strong

and fine.

Whole.
Simon snorted at that. "Right." The chair was unlocked and

Simon rolled him into the bathroom. "You need any help,
love?"

He nodded, letting Simon help him get settled so he could

do his business. He was getting faster, though, and when he
was done, he didn't feel like heading back for the bed.

"Are there hamburgers?"
"Let's see what Ben brought. Should I invite him back in?"

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"Yeah. I guess." He didn't know what to do about his legs,

just hanging out there.

Simon went over to the little bag he'd brought and left by

the window, pulling out a quilt he recognized from the couch
at home. Without a word, Simon wrapped it around his lap
and tucked it in around his legs. Then Simon went to the
door. "Thanks, Ben. You can come back in and show us what
you brought for supper." Simon laughed. "Jeremy's hoping for
a burger."

"You know it. Burgers, fries, apple pies. I'm glad to finally

meet you, Jeremy." The man walked over, held a hand out to
him. "You're one brave man.

He shook Ben's hand. "No, I'm..."
"Yes, you are." A soft voice came from the door. "I'm sorry

to interrupt. I'm Susan Schaeffer. Missy is the girl you saved.
You ... you saved my family."

He didn't remember anything about it, really, but he

couldn't growl at the tiny lady with the hugely swollen
pregnant belly.

Simon's hand dropped onto his shoulder and squeezed.

"Thank you for coming by, Ms. Schaeffer. I'm so very proud
of Jeremy. Is Missy with you?"

"Yes. I ... She'd like to say thank you, please. If you don't

mind."

Oh, God.
He wasn't ready.
He so wasn't ready for this.
Simon's hand squeezed again. "Jeremy? Are you up to

seeing the little girl whose life you saved?"

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He nodded and a tiny little blond thing came running in

from the doorway, tears streaking her cheeks. "Mommy."

"This is Mr. Pinchon, Missy. He rescued you from the

street."

Teary brown eyes looked at him. "I promise not to run

away from Mommy."

Simon's fingers tightened on him, the support right there.
"That's good, honey. You feeling okay?" He was gonna die.
She nodded and looked at her Momma who nodded back.

"I'm really sorry you got hurt taking care of me, sir."

"I'm just glad you're okay, Missy. You have to take care of

your momma, though, she needs you."

"Okay, Mister. Who are you going to take care of?"
He looked at his legs, sighed. No one. Ever again. "I'll take

care of myself for awhile, hmm?"

"And me." Simon stepped forward and smiled. "He takes

care of me."

Right. Shit.
He couldn't take care of dick.
"I wanted to thank you, very much. If there's ever

anything you need, please ... My husband owns a pool
company; he says, if you swim, he'll put a pool in for you."

"No, ma'am. I don't need nothing."
That Ben guy looked over. "That would be amazing

exercise."

"We don't need to decide anything today. The offer was

very generous, thank you. Jeremy didn't do it for any glory,
though, it's just the kind of person he is." That was fierce
pride in Simon's voice.

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He reached out his hand to the little girl and was surprised

at the hug he got. "Thank you, so bad. I'll be careful. I
promise."

"Thank you for stopping by," Simon told them.
Okay. Okay, it was time for everyone to go. Now.
Simon seemed to know, his lover reading him well. Mother

and daughter and Ben were herded gently out.

"Thank you for the food and pillows, Ben. They're

appreciated."

"You're welcome, baby. Call me."
That 'baby' shit needed to cease.
"Goodnight, Ben."
Simon closed the door behind everyone and came back.

"All right, how about some of that non-hospital food we've
got?"

"I can't do this." It wasn't what he intended to say when

he opened his mouth, but it was what he said.

Simon came and knelt by his chair. "What can't you do,

love?"

"I can't pretend like I'm going to get back to normal, like I

can do this."

"Things aren't going to be exactly like before, but we'll

make a new normal, Jeremy."

"I don't want you to have to." He didn't want to have to.
Damn it.
"Well, love, we haven't got a choice. This is the hand we've

been dealt."

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"You have a choice." He met Simon's eyes, serious as

death. "I would get it, if you walked away. I wouldn't hate
you."

No one would.
Simon shook his head immediately. "No, absolutely not.

You're my lover. My partner. I love you, Jeremy. We might
not have said the words 'for better or worse, in sickness and
health,' but that's where my heart is."

"And I love you, man. I wouldn't saddle you with me."
"That's not how I see it." Simon tilted his head. "What if it

was me sitting there?"

"That's not a fair question!"
"What? You'd stay with me, but I'm not supposed to stay

with you? I love you, and I'm not going anywhere just
because you had an accident!"

"It isn't just an accident. My legs are gone. I'll never be

able to dance with you again."

"That's not true. They can fit you for prostheses in as little

as six weeks. We can make that a goal. To dance together
again." Simon's voice suddenly sounded fierce. "And even if
we never can, that doesn't matter. I'd rather have you alive
and in my life than all the dances in the world."

"What if..." He sighed and looked at the bags of food.

"Let's eat."

"It's okay, love—ask me anything. I'm right here."
"I'm scared. I'm really fucking angry. That little girl thinks

I'm a hero, and I don't even remember what I did."

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"You are a hero, whether you remember it or not. And

those emotions, they're valid. You're allowed to be scared and
angry. Just don't shut me out."

"I just want this to stop for a little while. Don't you

understand?"

He needed things to just...
"You ready to go to physical therapy, man?" Justin walked

in, grinning. "Today is getting into your chair from the floor.
Cool, huh? Oh, did I interrupt lunch? You can bring it."

"Actually, can you leave and come back in a bit, please?"

Simon was talking to Justin, but looking at him.

"Yeah, sure. I can give you a few. Everything cool?"
He swung around, almost falling off the chair. "No! No,

everything is NOT cool! I don't have my motherfucking legs!
I'm in a MOTHERFUCKING wheelchair!"

His shouting didn't seem to faze Simon. "Just go, Justin."
When the door closed, Simon grabbed his shoulders and

looked him in the eye. "I do understand." Then Simon
brought their lips together, kissing him hard.

He stopped, staring at Simon, just stunned. Utterly fucking

stunned.

"Come on, love. Let's make it all just stop for a few

minutes." Then Simon was kissing him again, fingers curling
around his shoulders, holding on.

No. No, he couldn't. He was fucked up. Broken.
He couldn't.
He...
His lips opened, he let Simon in.

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A sound like a sob pushed from Simon's mouth into his,

and Simon deepened the kiss. He reached out, clinging to his
lover. Simon pushed between his stumps, pressing their
chests together.

"I. I don't." He sobbed, caught between needing Simon's

comfort and not wanting Simon near his stumps.

Simon just kept kissing him, hands sliding along his chest.

Touching him.

"I want to go back. Fuck, I want to back and..." He stared

at Simon. "I wish I'd never seen her, in the street. I wish I'd
stayed home."

"I know, love. I know. I would take it from you if I could. I

would in heartbeat." Simon pressed kisses over his face.

"I'm going to have to leave the hospital soon."
"You'll come home. I can't wait. I want to hold you in our

bed. I want to make you eggs for breakfast and watch bad
television with you."

"I'm scared."
People were starting to come by, to visit. Everyone had

nice things to say. Don't worry, Jeremy, there's a place for
you. Don't worry about anything, Jeremy, we've got your
back.

It wasn't supposed to be like this. He was supposed to be

starting his real life.

"I know. I'm scared, too, but we have each other. I'm not

going anywhere, and I'm not going to let you push me away.
You're mine, Jeremy."

"I can't do this. I can't. Why didn't I die? You could have

moved on..."

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"No!" Simon smacked his chest with both hands. "You can

do this. We're going to do it together. I say thank you every
day that you didn't die!"

He looked at Simon's hands, his chest. "Every day, huh?"
"Every day. Even when you're being a growly asshole."
"Fuck you." Jeremy couldn't stop the grin.
"I'd say yes, but Justin's going to walk in again any

moment and I don't want to be caught with our pants down."
The words were followed up by another kiss.

"I don't know if I'll be ready for that for a long time." He

rested his head against Simon's. "Why don't you go home,
get some rest on a real bed? He's going to drive me crazy for
hours."

Simon shook his head. "We're in this together, love. I'll go

home when you come with me."

"Can I have pizza?"
The door opened again. "Not until after therapy, man. I'm

sorry, but I've put you off as long as I could."

Simon gave him a last kiss and then backed off from

between his legs—his stumps.

"We're ready."
"I'm never ready for you, Justin."
Justin just laughed. "I know, man. I know, Come on. Let's

go."

And go they did.
Asshole.

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Chapter Twenty Five

Simon had Xavier drop him off at the hospital, bag of fresh

clothes for Jeremy in one hand.

He'd have driven himself, but the parking was terribly

expensive and, honestly, he didn't want to leave the Mustang
out that long.

The house was coming along well. The main floor

bathroom was already expanded and ready for Jeremy, as
was the ramp to the front door. Humming, eager to get back
to Jeremy, he made his way to his lover's room.

Ben was standing outside Jeremy's room, Justin beside

him, shoulders rolling.

Simon raised an eyebrow. "Hello."
"Hey, baby. I just stopped by to ask you if you needed

anything." Ben offered him a smile.

Justin didn't say a word.
Simon shook his head. "I keep telling you that's not

necessary, Ben." He still wasn't sure why Ben had started
showing up when the last words they'd said to each other had
been so nasty. He supposed he didn't want to have to deal
with old arguments; he had enough to deal with already.

"Okay. I'm off to work, then." Ben offered him a smile.

"I'm teaching evening classes just down the road."

"Okay." Simon watched him go, somewhat bemused. Then

he turned his attention to Justin. "How's he doing?"

"He's had a bad day. Things didn't go well in therapy. He

fell twice, tipped the chair over. Then the insurance people

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called and he threw me out. Says he won't see you, either.
Only Jessica, for medical assistance." Justin shrugged. "He's
in a mood and a half and I wasn't helping him, you know?"

Simon sighed and patted Justin's arm. "I shouldn't have

gone home."

"No. You did fine there, man. He needs to fall on his own

sometimes. He..." There was a huge crash from the room and
Justin winced. "Like that."

"He needs to know that I'll be there to help him, too,

though. Even when he's pushing everyone away."

"If you say so." Justin grinned at him. "So, you going to

check or should I?"

"No, I'll go." He smiled softly. "He's my partner." His lover,

his love, his Jeremy. His.

"Your call. He's learning his new chair. It's much nicer, but

it's a little heavier than the other."

Simon nodded. "I noticed him having a little more trouble

than usual this morning."

"Well, you have to remember, as he gets used to things,

he's going to start to try things that used to be..." There was
another crash, a soft cry. "Go. Go help."

Simon didn't even wait to say goodbye, pushing into

Jeremy's room. "Love?"

Jeremy was on the floor, the wheelchair on its side. "Go

away."

"No." He went over and looked down at Jeremy. "You have

a few choices. I can join you on the floor. I can help you get
back up. You can do it yourself. I prefer option number two,
myself."

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"Just go away. Please. I don't want you to see this."
"No, I won't go. That wasn't one of your options." He

righted the wheelchair and locked it in place before sitting on
the floor next to Jeremy. "I'm here to help you, Jeremy. I'm
your partner. I hate having to keep repeating how that means
the bad as well as the good."

"Get off the floor!" Jeremy stared at him, scandalized.
"I'm not going to stand over you to talk to you, love. Are

you ready to get back up into your chair now?"

"I hate that thing."
He looked at the chair. It was lower to the ground, much

sturdier, and Justin had insisted that it could move like the
wind.

"This is the type of chair that he can be athletic in, Simon.

He needs to adjust." Justin had told him.

He touched Jeremy's thigh, needing to make the

connection. "How come? Justin said it was going to be much
better than the one the hospital provided."

"It's slick. It's awful. It's ... it's mine."
"Yeah, it is." He pulled Jeremy into his arms. "It's going to

make your life easier, though. A lot easier. Besides, I know
you—I bet you're on prosthetics as quickly as you can be, and
won't even need it all that much."

Jeremy leaned against him. "It's been a shitty day."
"I'm sorry I left you to cope with it on your own." He

stroked along Jeremy's back and kissed his lover's forehead.

"I'm a grown man. I can cope. I just ... The insurance

people are saying this is my fault, that I was being
foolhardy."

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"Yes, I'm sure they'd rather be paying for a funeral for a

little wee girl!" He growled. "I have a lawyer, Jeremy. We'll
sic him on the insurance company."

"Yeah?" Jeremy took a deep breath, then nodded. "Cool.

Cool. Yeah. I'm not capable of dealing with them."

"Yes, indeed. He's going to have great fun making them

pay every penny of your costs and then some. He hates it
when good people are taken advantage of—just leave it with
me."

How many other things was Jeremy dealing with on his

own out of sheer stubbornness and not saying anything?
"What else is bothering you, love?"

"Everything? How am I going to get into our bed? What

about money? What about the studio? The stitches itch and I
need a haircut and a shave. I look like a yeti."

A yeti.
Simon felt his lips twitch as he tried very, very hard not to

laugh at that.

He really did.
Jeremy looked over at him, watched him chuckle, then

Jeremy's laugh joined his.

He brought their mouths together as the laughter faded

and gave Jeremy a soft kiss. "All right, my yeti, I can
certainly ease your mind regarding some of those. We'll get a
barber in. The bed has been moved downstairs so we can still
sleep together. I had a message from Rick, I think it was.
Your investment in the studio stands, and they're willing to
run things without you as long as they need to. And we have

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enough money to live on while the lawyers do their thing and
you get to the point where you can work again."

He took a breath and continued. "You're going to have to

bitch at the doctor about your stitches, though. Anything
else?"

"I want to go home."
Thank God. Finally.
"Yes. Let's get the doctor in here right now and ask him to

release you."

He meant it, too. He was more than ready to have Jeremy

at home.

"Really?" It had been nine days, and they were waiting for

Jeremy to be ready, for Justin to sign off on having therapy at
home.

"Yes, love. Absolutely really. I just checked the

construction today. The house is ready for you. I am ready for
you."

"Okay. I need to get out of here. I need to be able to sleep

all night."

Jeremy reached for the chair, carefully angling up on his

knees, breathing hard.

"And on our own bed. Won't that be nice?" He'd been

sleeping in the pull-out chair the entire time. His back was
beginning to hate him, and he felt like a zombie a lot of the
time. He couldn't wait for a few nights' good sleep.

"Yeah. Yeah." Jeremy levered himself up, the chair

teetering, Jeremy trying to grab the chair too far toward the
front.

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Simon jumped up and grabbed the back end to keep it

from tipping over. "I think you need to grab it farther back."

Jeremy slid his hands back, pulling himself up. It was

awkward, but Jeremy was improving, becoming more natural
at it. "My hands are fucking sore."

"I'm not surprised. They're suddenly having to work hard

at something very different. I bet they were really sore when
you first started metalworking, too." Simon unlocked the
wheel mechanism. "Let me push you while we go find the
doctor—give them a break."

"No. I want to do it."
Jeremy headed for the door, shoulders working. "Justin!

Find me a doctor. I want to go home."

Simon couldn't help grinning. Yes. Yes, they were going to

go home.

Justin blinked down. "You sure, man? I mean, I'll stay as

your therapist. I'll just come to the house, but..."

"I'm sure. Now. I want to go home."
Simon beamed at Justin. "It was his idea. He's ready. The

house is ready. I'm ready. Help us get out of here."

Justin grinned. "Okay. I'll talk to Phillips. You go pack."
He poked Jeremy's shoulder. "We're going home, love."
"Good." Jeremy nodded, looking very much like he couldn't

decide whether to smile or cry.

Simon didn't even wait for them to get back into the

privacy of Jeremy's room before hugging his lover. He felt a
little like crying himself, the sudden relief of having Jeremy
wanting to come home a huge release.

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Jeremy sat for a minute, looking at the room. "I have to

buy special feet to wear cowboy boots."

"Yeah, I saw that. There's been all sorts of innovations

with the prosthetics."

"Do you think ... I mean, they're like fourteen thousand

dollars apiece. Can we tell the lawyer we want enough for
that?"

Hell, he wanted enough for Jeremy that he could recover

completely, that the house could be redone in the best way.
Jeremy was a goddamned hero.

"We'll make a list of everything you need or think you

might need, and we'll give that to the lawyer."

"Okay. I want to wear my boots again." Jeremy's hands

were balled into fists.

"Then we'll make it so you can."
"Tell me I can do this. Don't bullshit me; just tell me."
"I'm not bullshitting you, Jeremy. Not for a second. I've

done the reading. I've talked to the doctor, to Justin and the
nurses. You can do this; you can make a good life for
yourself. And I'm not going anywhere—I'm not bullshitting
you about that, either."

Jeremy just had to get his head around it, get over being

angry and deal.

"Okay." Jeremy nodded. "Okay. Right."
He leaned in to seal it with a kiss.
It wasn't until all the hustle and bustle started—with

nurses and billing officers and therapists coming in—that
Simon realized he needed to call someone to come get them
home.

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He called the Hammer, knowing Xavier would be there and

would no doubt be willing to find someone to get them.

It would need to be someone with room for the chair. That

was another item they were going to have to have on their
wish list—a car Jeremy could drive.

"Hammer. This is Xavier; can I help you?"
"Xavier, hello. It's Simon. I need a favor. Jeremy's coming

home today and we need a lift."

"Oh. Oh, exceptional news! Do you need someone right

now, or are you still waiting?"

"Just a minute. Justin?" The big man was staying with

them, helping them with the process. "What time do you
think we'll be ready to go?"

"About an hour. Phillips is on his way, but you know how

that works."

"Thanks." He went back to the phone. "About an hour,

Xavier."

"I'll have Nick come out. He has the van."
"Thank you, Xavier. I owe everyone there a round or two."
"You know it. There are a few people that want to start

organizing meals for the next few months. Is that okay?"

"Oh, they don't have to do that. I'm not going to say no,

though. Jeremy is allergic to shellfish."

"Excellent. The new chef, Beau, is a huge Jeremy fan. He's

eager."

"Oh, that's lovely. Thank you." He stopped for a moment.

"He does know that Jeremy's mine, right?"

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"Oh, Simon. He knows. Besides, he desperately needs

someone to turn him over a knee and beat him. That wouldn't
be Jeremy's gig if the man was a top."

"Just checking, Xavier. My man is a stud and I know he

always garners looks."

He checked Jeremy out as the man went through

paperwork with Justin. Oh yeah, Jeremy still had it. All those
lovely pecs and biceps and abs...

"Anyway. Thank you. Will you let everyone know that we

really appreciate how they've all pitched in?"

"I will. You know we're family. Let me call Nick." The

phone went dead.

Simon hung up and went over to Jeremy. "We've got a lift

back. I can't wait to get you home."

"Who's coming? Someone we know?"
"Nick. He's got a van. They're organizing some sort of

meal thing, too. Everyone's excited you're coming home."

"Yeah. I don't want to see a lot of people." No. Jeremy'd

been refusing to see most anyone—from Xavier to Rick to the
boys he'd been rooming with before he'd come home.

He hoped that might change once they were home. But for

now, he was just pleased to be going home in the first place.

"Okay, man. What do you want to wear? The workout

pants?"

Jeremy nodded. "I don't want to look at empty-legged

jeans."

Simon patted Jeremy's shoulder. "We're going home,

love."

"I know."

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Justin helped Jeremy get dressed, the sweatpants rolled up

under the stumps. Jeremy still didn't look at them unless he
had no choice.

One thing at a time, Simon guessed. He still had his

moments where he noticed them and it broke his heart.

Finally, everything was signed, all their stuff packed up,

and they were ready to go.

Home.
Finally.
Jeremy got to the lobby of the hospital and froze, staring

out at the glass doors.

Simon went to stand next to him, hand on his lover's

shoulder. "You ready to do this, love?"

"No." That was pure, unadulterated panic in those pretty

eyes.

He grabbed Jeremy's chin and looked into his lover's eyes.

"Yes, you are. Because you're not going out there alone. It's
you and it's me and soon we'll be in our own home. We'll be
sleeping in our own bed. Together. All night long."

Jeremy was panting, hyperventilating, but his lover

nodded.

Simon gave him a quick, hard kiss. "Okay. Let's go."
"Help me. I can't ... I can't do this alone."
"You don't have to, love. I'm here with you." He stood

behind the chair and began to push. The automatic doors
opened and he pushed Jeremy through.

Jeremy shuddered and shook, but Nick was standing there,

smiling. The older man was a darling, gentle social worker,
one of those warm men who you had to like. "Hey. Good to

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see you. There's a chair lift on this old thing, just wheel on up
and lock the brakes."

"Oh, that's great. Thank you so much, Nick." Simon

wheeled it right on and locked the brakes.

"No problem, sir."
The ramp lifted, and then Jeremy could shift over into a

seat.

He helped Jeremy put his seatbelt on and then sat next to

him. His hand slid over to Jeremy's thigh and he squeezed.
Home. They were going home.

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Chapter Twenty Six

It wasn't even Simon's house anymore.
Everything was different and in different stages of

disarray.

He was different.
Jeremy sat in his wheelchair and stared at the TV.
Simon came out of the kitchen with a tray holding two

plates of food. "You want to sit with me on the couch, love?"

"I don't know." He didn't know if he could manage it.
"I'd like to sit with you if you're up to it." Simon pushed

some pillows out of the way, turning his chair at the right
angle to the couch. "Can I do anything?"

"I. I don't know. I. This is hard."
"I know, love, but we'll figure it out, hmm?" Simon smiled,

stroked his cheek.

"I. Okay. Okay. I'll try."
He'd try.
"Good." Simon helped him figure out where the best spot

to put his arms would be, and then hovered as he gave it a
go.

He landed on the couch with a thud, his stumps screaming

for a second.

Simon must have seen it in his face, because he was right

there, rubbing his chest. "Okay. Good job. You did it."

"I hate this. I hate that they're gone." He hated this with

all heart.

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Simon nodded, sitting next to him, leaning against him. "I

know. It's not fair and it sucks." Simon's voice sounded thick.

"I'm sorry."
God, this was his fault.
"Shh. It's all right. We'll figure it out together."
"It's not all right, honey, but it is what it is."
"Yes. Will you have some supper with me? It's from the

club. Xavier and the guys have organized meals." Simon
bumped their shoulders together. "Apparently that growly
Chef Beau took a shine to you."

"Well, I had legs then." He tried to grin, nodded. "Sure. I

could eat."

He really just wanted to run away, get in his truck and

disappear, but that wasn't going to happen, was it?

Simon looked pleased at his effort. Picking up one plate

and one fork, Simon settled close. "Beef Wellington. Shall we
share?"

"Sure." He looked at empty space beneath his knees,

stomach clenching, and he closed his eyes.

"You are more than your legs, Jeremy. Far more." Simon

cut up the Wellington and then offered him a bite.

"Thanks." It tasted good, better than anything he'd had for

a week.

Simon made a happy little noise after having a bite of his

own. "We're going to eat like kings for the next little while."

"Yeah? Cool." He would love a pizza, actually. Or a bowl of

cereal. Could he reach the cereal?

The bowls?
The fucking milk?

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"Hey." Simon waited until he met his lover's gaze. "How

about we just eat and snuggle, maybe watch a movie and just
let everything else go for awhile?"

Jeremy shook his head. "It's that obvious, huh?"
Simon always knew.
Simon shrugged. "I know you, love." Simon gave him a

soft kiss and then popped more food into his mouth.

"Is it weird, being home?" he asked around the bite.
"A little. It feels like we haven't been here in a very long

time. And everything is just a little bit off. Feels good, too,
though. More relaxed."

"I'm sorry about you having to move the bed downstairs."
"Oh, love, that's the least of my worries. I'm sorry for why

we had to move it." Simon put up his hands. "Come on, now.
We're going to have as normal an evening as we can. Eat,
movie, each other. Right?"

"Right." He nodded, focusing on the food, on the TV. On

the normal stuff.

He ate more than he'd expected, both plates almost clean

before they were done. Then Simon cleared away the plates
and settled in with him, head resting on his shoulder, hand
stroking idly over his belly.

They just sat there and, before he knew it, he was dozing

off.

He had no idea how long he'd slept before Simon gently

shook him awake. "Let's go to bed, love."

"Mmm, okay." He'd been dreaming about the ocean, about

playing in the waves. He made to stand up, pushing himself
up and tottering forward with a sharp cry.

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"Love!" Simon half caught him, pushing him hard in the

other direction, and he fell back against the sofa instead of
pitching onto the floor.

Oh, God.
Oh, God. No.
He jerked away, almost screaming. Fuck.
"Okay. Okay. I've got you. Jeremy. I've got you." Simon

blinked hard, eyes wet. "Come on, love. Let's get you to bed."

"No. No, go on. I'll. I'm just going to sit for a while."
"Then I'll sit with you."
"You don't have to." His heart was slamming in his chest

and he hurt, bone-deep.

"No, but I want to."
He reached out, his fingers twining with Simon's, and he

just held on. They sat together for awhile. Simon might have
dozed off again, he didn't know. Then the doorbell rang.

Simon started and sat upright, frowning. "Who's coming

this late? Oh, I guess it's not that late after all." The clock
over the mantle showed ten thirty-five.

Simon gave him a soft kiss and went to get the door.
"Ben! This is a surprise."
"Well, I stopped by to see if you needed dinner, and you

weren't at the hospital. I got worried, baby."

This 'baby' shit really needed to stop. Jeremy spoke loudly

enough to be heard. "You know, man, you really need a lover
to take care of." For a guy who hadn't talked to Simon in
years, Ben was fucking everywhere.

Simon laughed at that. "Jeremy's right. I'd invite you in,

but it's our first night home, Ben. We just want to be."

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"That's cool, baby. I just wanted to check on you."
"He's fine, and he's not your baby."
Damn it.
Simon nodded. "I am fine. And Jeremy's right. I haven't

been your baby in a long, long time."

He couldn't see Ben's face, but he heard the man's

footsteps walking away from the house and Ben didn't say a
single word. Great.

Simon closed the door, locked it, and came back. "I'm

sorry about the baby thing, love. I didn't really even hear it,
and it didn't occur to me that it might bother you."

"It's okay. It's just ... You're not his and he's acting like

he's a part of your life and he's new."

"I'm not sure why he's started showing up. The night you

... that first night, he was at the hospital with Xavier and the
others. I was so out of it, I'm not even sure who all else was
there aside from Doc. I guess he was at the club when the
news came? I don't know." Simon shook his head. "It's weird.
I don't know why he keeps coming around."

"Maybe he misses you. Shit, maybe he just needed an

excuse to make up." He should ask Xavier.

Simon snorted. "I have a partner, thank you very much.

As he could clearly see. Besides, things didn't work out
between us then, and nothing on that front has changed."

It was clearly over as far as Simon was concerned.
"Good. I don't share."
Not before. Not now.

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Simon sat down next to him, very close, and patted his

thigh. "You don't have to. And I don't either. We're non-
sharing men."

"You've got that right." He looked at Simon. "I don't have

my legs, but I'll fight for you, do you hear me?" He needed to
fight for something.

Simon sat a little straighter, something fierce in his eyes.

"Good. I think I needed to hear that, Jeremy."

"It's true." He growled a little, just letting himself be

fucking riled up.

"That's so sexy," murmured Simon, pressing close now,

leaning against his chest.

His arms moved around Simon automatically. He wanted

to believe that.

He needed to.
Simon shifted, eyes on his, and slowly brought their

mouths together. He could feel it now, the heat of Simon's
cock against his thigh. He let Simon kiss him. Hell, he kissed
Simon back, just because he could. He wasn't ready for more,
but he wanted this.

Simon didn't escalate it, either, his lover simply sharing

one kiss after another with him.

"Can we go to bed?" He was tired now, happily so, and

ready to crash for a while.

"Yeah, let's go." Simon pressed another long, slow kiss on

him, and then stood and brought his chair close to the sofa,
locking it in place.

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He managed this time, and Simon helped him maneuver

through the house. Their bed was down in the study now; it
looked weird, but it was there.

They got his chair locked down by the bed and Simon gave

him a smile. "You let me know what I need to do to make it
easier for you."

"I ... We need one of the ceiling bars, huh?" Between

them, they moved him over, awkward and weird as it was.

"Yeah. The contractor is coming over tomorrow. We can go

over the whole house with him, figure out what all we want.
Justin recommended him and he's really good. He does this
kind of refit all the time, so he has lots of good ideas."

Simon stripped quickly and then looked at him

expectantly. "You going to let me help undress you?" The way
Simon said it, it sure didn't sound like it was going to be a
chore.

"I want our bedroom back." Maybe they could put another

chair upstairs and he could do the stairs on his butt at first. "I
want to leave the pants on."

He didn't want to feel the sheets on his stitches, didn't

want Simon looking at them.

Simon pouted but didn't argue. His lover's fingers slid on

his skin as Simon skimmed his shirt up and off. Then Simon
was in bed with him, snuggling close, using his chest as a
pillow. Like how he used to. Like normal.

"Good night, honey." The bed still smelled like them, and

those were his pillows.

A soft kiss landed over his heart, next to his nipple. "Good

night, love." Simon's arm squeezed his middle. "Love you."

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"I know."

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Chapter Twenty Seven

Simon brushed his teeth and his hair and checked himself

out in the mirror. He was dressed, breakfasted, and now he'd
done all those little sundries so that he was ready for work.

Except that he wasn't.
After the initial two weeks off, he'd been working from

home, but today it was time to go back into the office and he
just wasn't ready.

He wandered into the makeshift bedroom and searched for

a pair of socks in the laundry basket. "Maybe I should call in."

"No. No. I'm going to be fine." Jeremy was in his chair,

watching. "Justin's coming over."

"You're sure?" He fussed with his tie.
"I'm sure. Go work. Have a real life. Drive your car."
Jeremy had been in the house for almost two solid weeks,

refusing to go out for anything but doctor appointments.

"I happen to have a real life, thank you very much." He

plonked himself down in Jeremy's lap, arms sliding around his
lover's neck.

Pressing their lips together, he gave Jeremy a long, don't

forget me, goodbye kiss. Jeremy looked at him, then kissed
him back. He let it linger and then finally ended the kiss,
resting his forehead against Jeremy's. "Call if you need
anything. Even if you just need to hear my voice, okay?"

"I will. I'm going to sit on my ass and watch TV and be

harmless. I promise."

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He chuckled. "I imagine Justin's going to have a thing or

two to say about that plan. Don't let him work you too hard."

He finally, reluctantly, stood. Sliding a hand through

Jeremy's hair, he took one last, long look.

"Go. I'm good."
"Okay." He managed a warm smile for Jeremy and then

fled before he changed his mind.

As he backed the Mustang out onto the street, he was

already fretting about leaving Jeremy for the whole day.

* * * *

"Come on, man. Stretch. We'll do this and then we'll work

on balance."

Jeremy glared at Justin. "I hate those fucking cones."
"Then get better at moving them. You know Simon'll work

with you. You have to find your new center of balance before
we can get you on your legs."

Jeremy nodded and got himself in his chair. "I know. It's

just stupid, you know? Pick this cone up, put it on the pile. It
shouldn't be hard."

"Yeah, but it is." Justin walked out into the living room,

and pointed to the little, barely unbalanced seat on the floor.
"Down there."

"I fucking hate you, man." He grinned, so glad Simon

wasn't watching. He could be a little clumsy, a little off-
balance, and he knew Justin would get it.

Like his thoughts had conjured the man up, his cell phone

rang. He knew it would be Simon, just like it had been the
last three times.

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"'Lo?" He stuck his tongue out at Justin.
"Hey, love." Simon chuckled. "Bet you didn't know it was

me."

"Nope. Total surprise. I'm still good. About to do balance

exercises."

"Okay, good. Say hi to Justin for me. Actually, I was

thinking. I could come home for lunch if you wanted."

"No. It's Wednesday. Go to the Hammer. Go see your

friends."

"Are you sure, Jeremy? I don't mind, honestly."
"I'm sure. Go be a grownup. I'm stacking cones."
Again.
"I will if you promise to call if you need anything."
"You have my word."
He was going to spend the afternoon sitting on his ass

feeling sorry for himself. It wasn't a great plan, but it was a
plan.

"All right. Is there anything you want me to bring home?"
"Pizza. A big-assed pizza."
Simon laughed. "All right, love. I'll see you at six with the

biggest pizza I can carry."

"I'll be here, honey. Have a good afternoon."
"You too, love. I miss you." Simon blew him a kiss over

the phone.

He chuckled and hung up.
"Okay, check-up number seven thousand and four.

Cones?"

Justin nodded. "Yeah, big guy. Cones."
"Woo fucking hoo."

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* * * *

Simon parked the Mustang and walked the half block up to

the Hammer.

He was surprisingly nervous. He hadn't been in since

before Jeremy had been hurt. Hell, he hadn't been anywhere.
It had been strange even going in to work. He went in,
showing his membership card to the man at the door.
Someone he didn't recognize. A new guy. A replacing-Jeremy
guy.

Swallowing, Simon continued in, nodding at Xavier by the

bar and looking around to see who was here for lunch. There
were a number of people, from Oliver to Marcus to Kendall to
even Hank, all sitting around and eating, waving to him.

Welcoming him in.
He took a breath and smiled, waved back. He made his

way over to say hello to each of them.

They each asked about Jeremy, offered support and help

and a place at their tables. It felt good. He finally settled at
Oliver's table; he didn't want anyone to feel left out, and
Oliver sort of had seniority around here.

"Hello, my friend. Good to see you out and about." Oliver

shook his hand, offered him a warm smile.

"Thank you, Oliver. I've missed this place. Missed all of

you." It was true, too. He missed being here with Jeremy the
most.

"I'm glad to see you. How's Jeremy feeling?"

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"Better. He has his moments, but he's working hard to get

back on his feet. They can do amazing things with prosthetics
these days."

"So I hear. Do the doctors think he'll be able to use them

soon?"

"His stumps should be healed enough for him to try in a

couple of weeks. Whether or not he can is really up to him.
He's working hard to get there, though." He was very proud
of how Jeremy was progressing.

"And you? How are you healing?"
"Me? I wasn't the one injured, Oliver." He picked up the

menu and scanned it.

"I know, but your heart was involved in a terrible

accident."

He reached out and took Oliver's hand, holding on tight.

"Yes, I suppose it was. The hardest part was when Jeremy
just wanted to give up on everything. But he's fighting for
himself now, for us." He smiled, remembering Jeremy telling
him how Jeremy wouldn't let anyone else have him.

"I hope that continues. He's a good man." Oliver squeezed

his fingers. "How can I help?"

"Nothing at the moment, aside from have lunch with me

and keep me from calling Jeremy for the, oh, twentieth time
or so since this morning."

Oliver chuckled. "No. This is our time. No worrying about

them." Oliver winked. "We can beat them all later."

Simon laughed, hard enough he snorted.
God, it felt good to laugh.

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He relaxed after that, ordering the soup and salad and

then chatting with Oliver. The soup was good, the bread
better, and Oliver's company was just what he needed. They
talked about the weather, about work, about the tourists that
were starting to slide into town.

Normal things.
Good things.
For an hour he forgot about everything and just enjoyed

himself.

When he said his goodbyes, he tried not to feel guilty

about that.

* * * *

He sat in the bathtub and sobbed—half in relief, half in

exhaustion.

Maybe partially in pride.
He'd decided he needed a shower about two in the

afternoon. It had taken him to three-thirty to pull himself up
the stairs. Then he'd scooted into Simon's bedroom, hating
the empty space where the bed had been.

By five o'clock he'd made it into the bathroom, onto the

toilet, and then back down onto the floor.

Now it was six and he was in the tub, in the water, so sore

he could barely move.

But he was upstairs and in the hot water and soaking.
Damn it.
He thought he heard something, and then he did hear

Simon's voice, coming from the front hall. "Hey, love. I'm
home."

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"Hey." He wasn't sure if Simon could hear him, but he

knew Simon would see the upside down wheelchair. "I'm up
here!"

"Upstairs?" Then Simon must have seen the wheelchair,

because he came thundering up the stairs. "Jeremy? Jeremy,
are you all right?"

"Tired, but yeah. Yeah, I think so." He'd never be able to

get down, but he was something.

Simon burst into the bathroom and then stopped,

breathing heavily and staring. "Oh, thank God."

"I wanted a bath."
"If you'd waited, I could have given you a sponge bath."

Simon sank down onto the toilet.

"I wanted a bath." He was a grown man. He'd done it.
Simon smiled suddenly. "And you got one. Upstairs. All by

yourself."

"Yes."
Exactly.
And he was never moving again.
Simon clapped for him.
"Oh, crap!" Simon popped up. "I dropped the pizza. I'll be

right back."

"Don't you dare ruin our pizza, now!"
He could hear Simon running down the stairs and then

coming back up a few moments later. Simon had brought the
pizza with him.

"I thought maybe you'd be ready to eat?" He had a couple

of beers, too. "And to be honest. I'm not exactly sure how
we're going to get you back downstairs..."

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"I'll manage." If he had to do it when Simon was asleep,

he'd do it. "God, that smells good."

"If you're not ready to come out of the tub yet, I could join

you. We'll have a floating feast."

"We'll have to empty the cold water and add warm." He

scooted back to give Simon room.

The pizza box was set on top of the toilet. Simon pulled

the plug, handed over a beer, and then started to strip.

"Did you have a good day?"
"As a matter of fact, I did." Simon gave him a sheepish

smile. "And maybe tomorrow I'll manage to call home only
once or twice."

"Good. Good, I'm glad. How was your lunch?"
He was glad. He'd enjoyed his time alone.
Mostly.
"Very nice, actually. Everyone asked about you, made sure

I knew if there's anything we need at all, just to call—
everyone wants to help. And then I sat with Oliver." Simon
smiled, began refilling the tub before settling in between his
legs, between his stumps, and leaning back against him. "It
was very nice."

"G ... good. Good." He flinched away when Simon touched

his knee. "Don't."

Simon twisted to look up at him. "Don't what?"
"Don't touch them."
"Why not?"
"Because they're awful."
Ugly.
Obscene.

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Broken.
"They're a part of you that's not going to go away, love."

Simon's hands landed on his thighs and slid downward.

"Don't." He shifted, reached for Simon's hands.
"I'm going to see them every day for the rest of our lives."

Simon's hands kept moving, slid past his knees and stroked
over the stumps.

"Simon." He shuddered, shook his head. "Please, honey.

Don't. I don't want you to make them real."

"But they are real, love." Simon's fingers fluttered against

his scarred skin, and then settled there.

It felt weird, but he could feel Simon's touch, really feel

the touch, even as his thigh muscles went tight.

"I love all of you, Jeremy." Simon turned back to him

again, pressing a kiss to his jaw, hands still on his stumps.

"I hate them."
Still, he could get used to that touch.
"Okay. But I still love you. Looking at them, touching

them," Simon squeezed them gently. "That's not going to
change how I feel about you."

"They're ugly." He wrapped his hands around Simon's

waist.

"They're also beautiful in their own way." Simon leaned

back against him. "They mean you survived. You lived."

"You're warm." God, it had been weeks since they had just

been naked together in the tub.

Maybe months.
"I was just thinking the same thing about you." Simon

chuckled. "Our pizza is going cold, though. We should eat."

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"Yeah. It smells good." His stomach agreed, growling

loudly.

Simon chuckled, hands slipping away from his stumps as

his lover leaned over and opened the box, snagging them
each a piece.

It tasted good, too—cheesy and greasy and good. He ate

four pieces before he actually slowed down.

Simon nibbled a couple of pieces, watching him eat and

smiling, laughing, rubbing back against him.

"Man, that was good." He smiled, leaned back. "Maybe I'll

just stay in here all night."

Simon laughed again. "It's so good to see you eat. And if

you stay in here, you'll turn into a prune!"

"Yeah. I guess." He grinned. "Go on downstairs, huh? I'll

be down later."

Simon tilted his head. "Define 'later.'"
"As soon as I can. It'll take a while." Maybe a few hours.
"How about I give you a hand?"
"I..." He weighed this taking forever against his

embarrassment. "Okay. It's clumsy. I'm awkward."

I don't have legs.
"I know, love. That's why I'm offering to help. There's no

shame in it, Jeremy. Please? I want to help."

"Okay. Okay. I'm a little scared of getting out. Getting in

was an adventure."

"I'm more worried about the stairs. We need to get that

railing chair installed." Simon got out and pulled the plug
before drying himself off.

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"I'll just go down on my butt." He sat there, stared at the

edge. Okay, tub. You don't like me, but I like being clean, so
please, don't be slick.

Before he could make a move, Simon started drying him,

and then the edge of the tub, ending up by putting the towel
down, and then another in front of the tub. "Otherwise that
floor is going to be cold as hell on your ass."

"You think that this'll get easier?" He couldn't wear fake

legs in the tub, right?

"I do." Simon's hands ran over his shoulders, his biceps

and pecs. "You have all these amazing muscles. I'm guessing
they'll just get stronger. We'll also install bars in here. Or one
of those tubs with the doors."

"Oh." Oh, that would rock. A tub with a door.
Okay. Up. Out.
He slipped a couple of times, landing on the towel with a

bit of a thud. Okay. Ow.

Simon cheered him on, hands warm on his skin. "Excellent

job! That was the hardest part, I think."

"Yeah." He nodded, sitting there, staring at the tile.
Simon's hands stayed on his shoulders. "All right, Jeremy.

You have two choices. We can stay up here and sleep in the
guest bedroom, or we can get dressed and tackle the stairs."

"I want my bed."
That was an easy answer.
"All right then, let me go get you some clean sweats and a

T-shirt. I'll be right back." Simon kissed him quickly and off
he went.

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Jeremy flexed, swinging around to walk on his hands to

the door.

Okay. Okay, that was easier than crawling.
Simon came back when he was about halfway across

Simon's bedroom to the door. "Hey, you're doing great!"

"I'm ... I'm moving. I'd like a chair, for up here. It would

make things easier."

"Yeah, I can see that." Simon handed over a T-shirt and a

soft pair of sweats. "And I still want one of those chair dealies
that you can sit in and it'll whisk you up or down."

"Yeah. Yeah, me, too." He pulled the T-shirt on and

wiggled into the pants. "This is hard fucking work."

"Not much farther now to the stairs, though." Simon

continued to touch and encourage him as he made his way to
the staircase.

"I used to be able to just run up the stairs."
"I know." Simon was quiet for awhile, and then he

continued. "I think it would be easier to think of things in
terms of what you can do today and what you want to be able
to do. That way you have a goal, something to move toward,
instead of things from the past you can't do anymore."

"I don't think I can." He stopped, stared down the stairs. "I

wish I could."

"Yeah, me, too." Simon sat down next to him, looking

down the stairs, too. "You want me to go ahead of you, keep
you from falling down them?"

"You sliding down with me?"
"I was thinking of going ahead of you to keep you from

falling."

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"Yeah, I mean..." He chuckled. "Never mind. Go on

ahead." He eased himself to the first step, thumped down
one.

Simon slid down into place ahead of him and laughed

softly.

"Dork." He chuckled, shook his head and scooted down

another stair.

Simon slid down another one in front of him. "I remember

doing this as a child. Starting at the top and racing down on
my butt just as fast as I could."

"Yeah? I never had stairs, but we did it in the barn." Plop.

Plop. Plop. On the next stair, he bumped into Simon, both of
them laughing.

They continued bumping their way down the stairs,

laughing and knocking into each other. Before he knew it they
were at the bottom.

They panted together, snorting, leaning together. "We

made it."

"We did!" Simon gave him a sloppy kiss full of the laughter

they'd shared.

He surprised himself by kissing Simon back, tongue

pushing into his lover's lips to taste that happiness. Simon's
hand slipped around his neck, tilting his head slightly, the kiss
going deeper. Jeremy moaned, hands wrapping around Simon
to pull his lover closer. A soft sound answered his moan,
Simon's free hand sliding over his back.

He leaned back against the wall, letting Simon crawl up

into his lap, letting their bellies rub.

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Simon's kisses began to get greedy, as if his lover was

trying to devour him.

Jeremy pushed his hand into Simon's soft shorts, eager to

give his lover pleasure, even if he wasn't ready to take his
own. He wouldn't be greedy, not with his hands, his mouth.

"Oh, God, Jeremy!" Simon whimpered, hips pushing,

shoving the hot prick along his palm.

"Mmmhmm. I got you, honey. I got you right here." He

wouldn't let the fine son of a bitch down.

His hand kept moving, working Simon with strong strokes

from root to tip.

"Oh, love. Love." Simon gasped and began to pant. "Like

that."

"Yeah. Yeah, so fucking hot, honey. You're so fine." He

licked and nipped all the skin he could reach.

"Gonna make me come." Simon's eyes were shining at

him, and his lover's mouth was open for soft gasps.

"That's sorta the goal, huh?"
"Jeremy!" Simon cried out and his hips bucked. Heat

poured out over Jeremy's hand.

He hummed and gentled his touch, eyes going heavy-

lidded as he watched Simon come.

Simon was beautiful, his mouth stretched wide, his eyes

open and dark with heat. When he was done, he collapsed
against Jeremy.

"Mmm." Jeremy held on, rocked Simon a little, just

keeping them close together.

"Can I do something for you, love?"

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He shook his head. "This is good, honey." He wasn't in a

place to think about needing, not yet. Maybe not for a while.

Simon didn't push. "Okay. I love you."
"I know." He kissed the corner of Simon's mouth.
"Good." Simon rested against him, cuddling in. "Let me

know when you want to move to the bedroom."

"Just let me get in my chair. I practiced that today."
"Yeah? Good. I suppose that means I need to get off you,

huh?"

"Maybe later."
Later worked for him. He was doing good, right now.

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Chapter Twenty Eight

Simon had forgotten how much he enjoyed it being the

weekend until he'd had a week of being back at work full-
time. He cuddled harder into Jeremy's warmth, his cock full,
morning woody rubbing idly against Jeremy's hip. Relaxed
and warm, slightly horny, happy, he slid his hand over
Jeremy's chest, down to that magnificent abdomen.

"Mmm." Jeremy's hand caught his, their fingers twining

together. "Morning."

He pressed a kiss to Jeremy's chest. "Morning, beautiful."
"Mmm." Jeremy stretched, leaned down and kissed his

temple.

He tilted his face, bringing their mouths together. The kiss

was slow and sweet, gentle, Jeremy petting him a bit. He
rubbed harder against Jeremy's hip, his fingers dancing down
toward his lover's cock.

"I'll take care of you, honey." Jeremy moved their hands

toward his prick, reaching for him.

Yes, Jeremy had been very good to him since that night on

the stairs.

"I want to take care of you this morning."
"I'm okay."
Now, he knew Jeremy's cock worked. He'd felt it last night,

late, sliding against him.

"But I'm not. I want to suck you off."
Jeremy groaned, but pulled away. "Simon."

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"Yes, that's me." He shifted, rolling onto Jeremy, his legs

between his lover's.

"I don't think..." Jeremy's legs moved restlessly, sliding on

the sheets.

"No, you don't have to think. Not for this." He kissed

Jeremy's lips and then the long throat. His next kiss landed
between Jeremy's nipples.

"I'm not ready to do this."
"Why not?" He kept moving down, rubbing against

Jeremy's cock as he pressed the next kiss against his lover's
navel.

"I don't want to." Jeremy's cock wanted to, though. "I'm

not in a place to feel that yet."

"Your body wants it." He nuzzled into Jeremy's curls,

breathing in deeply as his cheek rubbed the thick cock.

"I'm broken, don't you get it?"
Simon snorted. "You are not broken. This," he lapped at

the tip of Jeremy's prick, "is not broken."

"I..." Jeremy's shoulders rolled up off the mattress.
Simon turned his head and took in Jeremy's prick. Oh,

God, it tasted good.

"Simon. Simon." That wasn't a no. That wasn't anything

close to a no.

He flicked at the tip with his tongue and then slowly took

more of the hot flesh in.

"I can't do this, honey. Oh, fuck. Don't stop. Please. Fuck."
He hummed, more than happy to listen to the second half

of Jeremy's instructions. His head began to bob. Jeremy
whimpered, hands landing on his head, the soft litany of

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words getting louder and louder. Rolling Jeremy's balls, he
pulled up slightly to flick at the head of Jeremy's cock again.
Then he pointed his tongue and pushed the tip into Jeremy's
slit.

Jeremy whimpered, head shaking. "Simon. Simon, I can't.

I can't fucking breathe."

Sliding one hand up, he tweaked one of Jeremy's nipples.

Hard.

Jeremy's scream almost made him shoot.
He increased his suction, head bobbing madly as he

worked to make Jeremy come.

"Fuck. Fuck. Simon. Please!"
He pushed his tongue into Jeremy's slit as hard as he could

while tweaking one of Jeremy's sweet nipples. Come on,
lover. Come for me.

Spunk sprayed into his mouth, Jeremy calling his name,

over and over. He swallowed it down, his heart rejoicing.

Jeremy moaned, sobbing softly, hands stroking his head.
Simon carefully cleaned Jeremy's prick and then let it slide

from his mouth.

He settled where he was, cheek on Jeremy's hip. "I love

you. So very much."

Jeremy's soft whimper made him smile.
He was horny, he was hard, and he was happy. Really

happy.

They were going to be okay.

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Chapter Twenty Nine

He was going to die.
He rolled up the driveway, hating the ugly ramp, the plain,

too-big door, the fact that a fucking friend had to let Simon
borrow a van.

And then the fucking prosthetics.
Ugly.
Hard.
Heavy.
Hot.
And he ached.
Everywhere.
His stumps felt like hamburger meat and his hips ached.
He fucking hated this.
Simon opened the door, letting him in. "You look beat,

love."

He grunted in response, rolling around some mess. The

fucking alterations were never going to be done.

"How about a pizza, a massage, and a blow job?"
"I have to hit the bathroom." He was going to scream. He

rolled into the bathroom—the wrong bathroom.

"I'll order dinner," Simon called.
He locked the door behind him and sat there, trying to

remember how to breathe.

Okay.
Okay.
He could do this.

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Except he couldn't.
He lifted his hands up and slammed them on his thighs,

the pain sharp and real. So he did it again. And again.

"Jeremy?" The bathroom door handle rattled.
"Leave me alone." He barely whispered the words, tears

streaking his cheeks.

The doorknob rattled again. "Come on, Jeremy. I heard

something banging."

"Leave me alone." He sobbed softly, hitting himself again.
"No. Open the door, Jeremy."
"LEAVE ME ALONE!"
Oh, God. He hurt.
"NO! Open the door, Jeremy. RIGHT NOW!"
He let himself tumble forward, his body slamming into the

sink, as he shoved the chair away. He wanted to hurt
something, break something.

Like he was broken.
"Jeremy!" There was a big bang and the door shuddered.

Then it happened again.

Jeremy sank all the way to the floor, arms wrapped around

his middle. God. Jesus, please, he prayed. Make it go away.
Please. Make it stop.

Suddenly Simon was there, warm against his back.

"Jeremy. Jeremy. Love. Oh, love. Love."

"I should have died. I can't do this. I can't FUCKING DO

THIS!"

"Don't you say that! I'm glad you're not dead. I'm glad it's

just your legs and not all of you! And yes, you can. You can.

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You're going to because I'm not letting you give up. I'm not
letting you go. Do you hear me, Jeremy? I'm not letting you."

"I hate this. I hate this. I hate that you're stuck with me."
"I'm not stuck with anybody. I choose to stay. I choose."
"I hurt." He sobbed softly, trying to breathe.
"Oh, love. I know. I know." Simon rocked him.
"I want out of this. I want my legs back!" He was going to

kill somebody.

"I know. I know." The pressure of Simon's fingers bit into

his arms.

He slumped forward, crying out, desperate.
Simon sobbed, pulling at him.
He let himself rage and scream, but nothing could last

forever, not anything so huge, and he eventually relaxed,
gasping for breath.

Simon still held him, still rocked them. "That's it, love. Let

it all out."

"I'm sorry." He groaned, gasped.
"It's okay. I think you were probably long overdue."
Simon slid around into his lap, pressed their mouths

together.

His head was killing him, his legs were screaming. "Help

me."

"I will. I am." Simon righted the chair. "Do your business

and then come to bed."

"I..." He looked at the chair. "I don't know if I can get up

by myself."

"Then I'll help you. You can't stay on the bathroom floor."

Simon's hands slid around his waist. "On three."

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"One. Two. Three." They got him into the chair and he was

shaking, wrung out, clinging to Simon like some idiot.

Simon didn't seem to notice, or care. His lover's fingers

moved on him. "You still need to pee, love?"

"No. I need. I don't fucking know what I need."
"That's okay, love. I have an idea or two what that might

be." Simon wheeled him out of the bathroom, headed for the
bedroom.

"My head hurts." His everything hurt.
"I bet it's not just your head. Come on." Simon locked the

chair. "Get in bed."

He moved without thinking about it too hard, without

fighting. He was tired.

"On your back." Simon's words were quiet, but it was

clearly an order, a thread of steel in the familiar tones.

He looked over, thought about arguing, but his body didn't

want to.

Simon disappeared for a moment, coming back quickly and

climbing onto the bed. "Hands over your head."

"I. I don't know. I don't know if this is a good idea." He

didn't know if he could do this.

"You don't need to know. I do." Simon took his hands and

looped rope around his wrists, attaching them to the
headboard.

"Simon." He couldn't do this. "I don't have my legs."
"I know that, Jeremy."
Simon grabbed a pair of scissors he must have brought in

and began to cut off his T-shirt.

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"Simon!" He blinked, belly going tight. "What are you

doing? I can't do this. I don't have my LEGS!"

He couldn't be what Simon wanted. He couldn't.
"This has nothing to do with your legs." Simon put down

the scissors and started tugging off his sweats. "This has to
do with what you need. What you love."

"Don't. Don't look at my legs." He pulled at the ropes,

heart pounding.

"I don't care about your legs right now! I'm interested in

this." Simon grabbed his balls, and then his cock. "And this."
Then Simon's hand slammed down on his chest over his
heart. "And this."

"It's broken!" He snarled the words, tugging hard.
"Your legs are broken, not the rest of you!" Simon stripped

his own clothes off, tossing them.

"My legs are gone."
He couldn't stop thinking about it.
"And the rest of you is right here." Simon climbed up

between his legs, spreading them wide. His lover's hands
were all over his legs, his stumps, touching, feeling him.

"They hurt." They were so hot, aching, and Simon's touch

felt so good.

"I've got you now." Simon kept touching him: on his legs,

his belly, his hips and chest.

"I don't know what to do. I don't know how to do this."
"All you have to do is lie there and feel. I'm going to touch

you and kiss you and make love to you. I'm going to put a
sound in your cock and make you forget about every single
thing but your cock and your need to come."

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"No. No, I'm not ready for this." Oh, God.
Simon's mouth closed over his, tongue pushing in. He

whimpered, arms jerking in the ropes. The kisses left his
mouth and Simon's lips slid over his jaw and down his neck.

"Let me go." He tried to get a breath.
"No, I don't think so." Those lips were getting closer to his

right nipple.

He couldn't think. He couldn't breathe. Fuck. Simon's

tongue flicked across his nipple.

"Stop it." Or not. Either way worked.
"No." This time Simon bit, not too hard, but it stung, the

bite going straight to his balls.

"I'm tired, honey." He was tired and he wanted the son of

a bitch to do that again.

"Mmmhmm." Simon licked his way over to Jeremy's other

nipple and bit it when he got there.

"I smell bad." His eyes felt heavy, a lassitude taking him.
"A little sweat never hurt anyone." Simon continued to bite

and nip and lick at him, going from one nipple to the other
and back again.

Every so often he would pull at the ropes, but his focus

was on Simon's mouth, on Simon's hunger. His nipples were
supersensitive and swollen by the time Simon began to move
southward. Tongue dragging over his skin, Simon loved on his
abs.

His rage hit him again, and he fought, screaming and

tugging and threatening until it faded, Simon still there, still
with him.

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Touches, kisses, licks and bites: Simon adored every inch

of him. Simon made him feel, made him hard. The cycle went
on and on—need mixing with fury that became sorrow that
became pleasure.

"I'm going to fill your prick now." Simon began to push

lube into the tip of his cock.

"Why?"
"Because it's what you need." More and more lube went

into his cock, the cool slick quickly warming.

"I need my legs back."
"That's got nothing to do with this." Simon grabbed the

sound, just a little one, in one hand, and his cock in the
other, squeezing him to make that 'o' shape out of his slit.

"How can it not? It's changed everything!" He was going to

have to learn to walk again. He was ... Fuck.

"Not this." Simon's eyes met his, the heat there intense,

focused entirely on him.

And then that slim metal bar began to slide into his prick.
"Please." He wasn't sure what he was asking for; he only

knew that, if anyone could give it to him, Simon would.

"I've got you covered, love."
The sound slid halfway in, and then Simon let it drop, the

ball at the top stopping it from going too far.

* * * *

Simon moaned softly as the sound went in to the little ball

on the tip.

"Beautiful," he muttered. "All mine."

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He was so hard his balls ached. How long had it been since

they'd done something like this? Far, far too long.

Jeremy moaned, shook his head as he began to fight

again. Each time the burst of fury lasted a shorter time,
Jeremy working through weeks of pain.

Maybe he should have done this sooner, but now was

when it had felt right, for both of them.

Bending, he licked around the sound as his fingers reached

to cup Jeremy's balls.

"I can't breathe! Let me go!"
Jeremy's poor thighs were bruised, hot to the touch,

abused.

He nibbled his way down to lick at Jeremy's cock while his

fingers moved to soothe the muscled thighs. He tried not to
growl, but if anyone was going to beat Jeremy, it was going
to be him and he would use the right tools, let it be a true
outlet for Jeremy's anger.

"I hate them. I hate looking at them. I don't want you

touching them!"

No, but Jeremy needed to accept them, and so did he. He

needed to love them. He slid his hands right down to cup
them, fingers exploring the newly pink skin and scar tissue.

"My beautiful lover." Still. Always. Nothing would change

that.

Jeremy whimpered, this sound honest pain. "Simon!

Gentle! They hurt."

Shifting, he bent to kiss one, and then the other, the touch

of his lips as gentle as he could make them.

"Oh..." Jeremy relaxed, this moan happy, husky.

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Simon loved that sound. He thought maybe he could live

for it. He slowly kissed his way back up to the juncture where
Jeremy's thighs met groin, and he spread Jeremy's legs
further.

He'd found some foam cushions—solid and firm, but

covered in soft material—and he propped Jeremy's legs on
them, taking all the pressure off the sore stumps while giving
his lover something to press down into, something so
Jeremy's hole was exposed for him. He hadn't been allowed
to fill Jeremy since the accident, Jeremy denying them both
this thing they needed so badly.

He wouldn't be denied today. Not unless Jeremy

safeworded.

Moaning, he bent to that sweet little hole and licked it.
"Simon." Jeremy arched, hips rolling up. He was surprised

by the soft laugh. "Oh. Oh, I like the cushions."

"See? I know what you need." Grinning, he bit at the

inside of Jeremy's thigh.

Jeremy moved again, pushing into him.
Yes!
Simon nibbled back to Jeremy's hole and then pointed his

tongue and pushed it in.

"Oh, fuck. Simon. Simon, please. Help me." The bed frame

groaned again as Jeremy tugged on the ropes.

"I am." He was. He was going to make Jeremy fly. He was

going to prove to his lover that there was nothing about them
that was broken in this part of their life. He had a nice, fat
plug waiting, he had lube, he even had another, larger sound.
He was going to make this right between them.

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First, he was going to enjoy this: the taste of Jeremy, the

feeling of those soft walls squeezing around his tongue.

Jeremy was beginning to rock, using the cushions to

balance, almost singing to him. He knew the sound in
Jeremy's prick would keep him from coming, and that was all
right. He wanted this to last as long as possible. He pressed
his face right against Jeremy's ass, pushing his tongue in as
far as he could.

"Fuck. Fuck, Simon. I need. I need something."
He pulled back long enough to say "You need to come,"

and then he dove back in, his fingers finding the top of the
sound and pulling it out.

Jeremy would get hard again.
Jeremy's cry sounded beautiful to him; it was almost as

beautiful as the way those hips punched up toward his face.
He wrapped his hand around Jeremy's cock, stroking to pull
out his lover's orgasm as his tongue worked Jeremy's hole.
Heat spread over his fingers, Jeremy calling out to him, over
and over.

Loving him.
Needing him.
Simon sobbed, his own cock throbbing in response. Come

spread beneath him without even a touch to his cock.

"Simon." Jeremy's chest hitched, but, when he looked up,

his lover was smiling.

He rose up and brought their mouths together. He kissed

Jeremy until he was breathless and then he rested their
foreheads together, breathing with his lover.

"I ... I'm yours."

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Those beautiful eyes stared into his, filled with tears.

"Yours."

"Yes. Yes, love. You're mine. All mine." He kissed Jeremy

over and over again.

"Yes." One of Jeremy's thighs rubbed against him.
He managed to get his fingers slicked while still pressing

kisses on Jeremy. He teased one at the hot little hole, and
then pushed in.

"Oh." He chuckled at the look on Jeremy's face. "Simon.

More."

Feeling flushed all through his body, he pushed in a second

finger and began to work them in and out, twist them.

"Yes. Yes. Please." Jeremy tugged at the ropes. "Make me

feel the good things. I need to."

"I know." He twisted and searched. When he found

Jeremy's gland, he pegged it hard and more than once.

"Fuck!" Jeremy's body clenched tight, eyes huge and wide.

"Again! Simon!"

Pushy bottom.
His pushy bottom.
Laughing, he kept pegging Jeremy's gland, his other hand

playing with Jeremy's nipples and his balls.

That heavy cock filled, curving over Jeremy's belly, hard

and proud.

"I'm going to fill you with that silver plug. And I'm going to

put a bigger sound in your cock. Fill your slit. Then the fun is
really going to begin." As he spoke, he pushed in another
finger.

"Don't. Don't talk. You know I can't do that."

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No, what he knew is that it made his strong, amazing,

brave lover crazed.

"If I hadn't come already, I'd fill you with my spunk and

keep it inside you with the plug."

"Simon. Simon, stop." Jeremy's eyes closed, the strong

body moving up and down on his fingers.

"Maybe I'll still do it. Maybe I'll make you suck me until I'm

hard again, and then I'll fuck you and fill you and shove in
that plug. God, I'll be hot all night, knowing you're full of my
come. That it's deep inside you."

Jeremy wasn't thinking about his legs, wasn't thinking

about anything but them, right now. Together.

He climbed up Jeremy's body, offered over his cock.
Jeremy groaned, swollen lips opening for him, muscles

working. "I love you."

He blinked, groaned low.
It was the first time Jeremy had said it, and his whole

body went tight.

He scooted down, cupped Jeremy's cheeks, and bent to

kiss him, hard.

"Your cock, sir. I want it."
"Yeah, I want to give it to you, too."
His beautiful, pushy bottom.
He surged back up again, sliding the tip against Jeremy's

mouth. "You suck on it for a bit and then I'll fill you with it.
Leave my come inside you."

"God. Don't talk."
"You want to hear it, though." Simon slipped his cock into

Jeremy's mouth. Groaning at the sensation of the wet heat

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surrounding him, he tried to keep talking. "Gonna. Use the
plug. Yeah. Come inside you."

Jeremy whimpered, the suction around his prick sudden

and strong. It was so good, Simon wanted to just sink into it
and never come out.

"Yes, love. Like that." Hips jerking a little, he moaned.
Jeremy sucked him, pulled fiercely, lips sliding up and

down his shaft, tongue slapping the tip.

If he wasn't careful, he'd be coming down Jeremy's throat

instead of into his ass.

Groaning, he kept moving, his hips pushing and pushing

and it felt so very good, he just wanted another moment or
two. Jeremy's lips wrapped around the base of his cock,
dragging against his skin as he pulled out. He touched the
hollowed-out cheeks, and then Jeremy's lips, feeling his cock
sliding between them.

Then Jeremy swallowed around the tip and he gasped, hips

jerking as he pulled out.

"Not yet."
"Simon." Jeremy tugged at the ropes, trying to reach for

him.

"I want to be inside you when I come."
He moved back down to settle between Jeremy's legs. A

quick test with his fingers proved Jeremy was still open and
slick.

"Simon, please." Jeremy was staring, shaking, needing

him.

"I'm right here, love." With that he sank into Jeremy's

body, keening as the tight heat pulled him in greedily.

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"Oh. Oh, fuck. I..."
Jeremy cried out, called for him.
"I'm right here, love." He grabbed one of Jeremy's hands

and twined their fingers together, holding on tight.

"Harder. Harder. I thought ... I was afraid." Jeremy pushed

against the supports, riding him. "But I can. We can. Oh,
God. I was so fucking scared."

"No more. No more." He began to move, still holding on

tightly to Jeremy's hand as he pounded into the tightest little
hole ever.

"Simon. Simon. Simon. Simon. Simon." The name sang

out, over and over, low and sweet and happy.

"Yes. Your Simon." The rhythm built quickly until he was

slamming in hard, the sounds of their bodies joining noisy and
wild.

"Yes. Fuck!" That was joy. Real joy and hope and it

sounded so good.

It made him so happy that it was too big to contain, to

keep inside. With a loud shout he came, filling Jeremy in long
pulses that made him jerk and try to push in even deeper.

"Oh, fuck yeah. Yes. Good. Yes." Jeremy nodded, moaned

happily.

Panting, he leaned up to take one kiss, and then another.

Jeremy tasted like sweet heat.

Jeremy moaned, licked as his lips and smiled. "Simon."
Jeremy was still hard, and he was going to keep his lover

that way, remind Jeremy how good it could be.

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He grabbed the silver plug and lubed it up, holding

Jeremy's eyes. "You know why I'm getting the plug ready,
don't you?"

"Shh." Jeremy's ass was milking his cock, working it hard.
He laughed, tickled down into his bones. "Say it, Jeremy.

Say why you want me to use the plug just now."

"I. No..." Jeremy looked more real, more solid than he had

in weeks. Jeremy needed this, needed him to be the Dom.

"I know you can. All you have to say is, 'I want to keep

your come inside me.'"

He rolled his hips, circling his cock inside Jeremy.
"Simon. Oh, fuck. So good."
"I know." Simon did it again and then stilled. "I'm waiting."
"I ... Simon. I don't..." Jeremy's cheeks were dark red,

swollen lips parted. "I want it."

He licked at those lips with the tip of his tongue. "What do

you want, Jeremy?"

"I want the plug. I want you to put it in me."
"Oh, very good. And you want me to put it in because..."
Jeremy groaned. "I get off on having your spunk in me.

Oh, God."

"Yes!" Simon pulled out the tiniest bit and then slammed

back in. "Good. So good."

Jeremy's cry filled the air, his lover's body going tight.
That was when he pulled out, replacing his cock with the

plug. He didn't want any of his come to leak out, so he didn't
play; he simply pushed the plug all the way in and twisted it
so the base rested comfortably outside Jeremy's hole.

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"Simon. Simon. Fuck." Jeremy's hips kept rolling, fucking

the air.

"So beautiful."
He bent to kiss the blade tattooed on Jeremy's thigh, and

then licked around the plug, disturbing the base, jostling it.
He touched the stumps again, gently, refusing to not love
them as much as he loved the rest of his man.

"I'm going to fill your cock again, now. Ass and cock, all

full. And then I'm going to touch every single inch of you."

"You'll make me come."
"No, you'll have to wait until after I take the sound out."
He reached over and grabbed the next size up sound from

where he'd left it on the dresser. He waved it in front of
Jeremy's eyes.

"Thicker than the last one."
"You'll stretch me." It didn't sound like a complaint.
"Have you seen the biggest one? You'll need to be

stretched." He gave Jeremy a wink and grabbed the lube once
again.

"Oh, fuck. I need. So bad."
"I know, love."
He took another kiss from Jeremy's lips and then began to

push more lube into Jeremy's beautiful cock.

"I ... I like the cushions." Jeremy was panting again, hands

twisting in the ropes.

"Good. If you're feeling pain, I want it to be intentional."

With that he tweaked Jeremy's left nipple very hard, to let his
lover know what he meant.

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"Fuck!" Jeremy's legs came up, stomach going tight as a

board.

Leaning in, he soothed Jeremy's nipple with his tongue.
"Do it again. Please. Fuck. Do it again."
While he kept licking, he reached for the other nipple,

giving it a pinch. The little bit of skin drew up, going tight and
hard. Giving Jeremy's nipples one last bite and pinch, he drew
back and slicked up the thicker sound, getting it into position.

Jeremy moaned, eyes fastened on the sound with a patent

fascination.

"Watch and feel, love." Smiling, Simon slowly slid the

sound into Jeremy's slit. Just the tip to start with, and he
fucked it in and out.

"I can't. I can't bear it." Jeremy licked his lips, over and

over.

He knew better. "You love it." He slid the tip of the sound

in again, and slowly worked it downward.

Jeremy didn't argue. If he had, it wouldn't have mattered.

This was what they needed.

Simon watched as this sound went in, wide enough to

touch all the sides of Jeremy's slit. Wide enough to stretch
Jeremy a little.

The soft whimper that escaped Jeremy made an ache grow

in his belly.

In and in it went until the whole, long thing was in. This

one was topped by a little red jewel.

"It's obscene."
"I know. Isn't it wonderful?"

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Jeremy stared at him, then he received a slow, amazing

smile. "Yeah."

He smiled back, quite mesmerized.
Then suddenly he remembered something.
"Don't move—I'll be right back!"
"Simon?" Jeremy's voice followed him.
"I'll be right back!" he called out.
He went to the mantle in the living room and grabbed the

little blue velvet bag he'd gotten from Treat.

He was back in with Jeremy in as little time as possible. "I

nearly forgot about this."

"What is it?" Jeremy stretched, strained to see.
He opened the little bag and showed Jeremy the golden

ring. "They gave it to me at the hospital that night. I spoke
with Treat, he resized it for me so we could put it back in."

"Oh. Oh, I hadn't even thought about it."
"It might be a little tight fitting back in, even with the

resizing, but I'd like to do it and I'd like to do it now, while
your cock and ass are filled. I also bought a bead for it. To
make it ours instead of just yours."

"Please. Oh, please. I want it. I want it to be you."
"There's no one else it would be, love."
He knelt between Jeremy's legs again and bent, fingers

running over the smooth flesh, searching for the little holes.
His fingers found the bump of scar tissue, and Jeremy spread
wider, letting him see more. He felt like he should say
something, but all he could think of was "with this ring, I thee
wed." And that was too cheesy for words. This wasn't a
cheesy occasion. It meant something, something deep.

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Jeremy was his and they'd survived this and they'd survive all
the shit that came after.

He slowly worked the ring in. Treat had warned him it

would likely take some doing, be a little painful. Still, they
needed this, and he worked on getting it back in Jeremy's
flesh.

"It stings."
He could feel Jeremy's ass, working the plug.
"It shouldn't be much longer, love."
His hands wanted to tremble, but he wouldn't let them. His

cock was hard again, wanting, needy.

The ring popped in on one side and Jeremy grunted, thighs

shifting.

He slid his hand over one thigh, squeezing a little, patting.

"Almost there, love."

"Does it look good?"
"It looks good enough to eat." His own words made him

giggle softly. He was giddy, that's all there was to it.

"You are a giant turkey."
"I'm your giant turkey." And didn't Jeremy's playfulness

make him laugh all the more?

Jeremy laughed with him, the motions of the big body

pushing the ring the rest of the way through.

"There we are!" He rubbed Jeremy's belly as he looked at

his lover: arms tied above his head, sound, plug, and the
sweet little ring.

"Put the bead in." A fine sheen of sweat covered Jeremy's

skin.

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He attached the little multi-colored bead to one end,

snapped the other shut.

"Perfect."
Jeremy opened his mouth and Simon knew his lover was

going to argue.

"Love. You have a sound in your cock, a plug in your ass.

Your hands are tied to the headboard and you're wearing your
ring with my bead in it. And I'm going to come all over you in
a minute from the sheer pleasure of seeing you like this."

He kissed the guiche. "If that's not perfect, I don't know

what is."

Jeremy moaned for him. "Thank you."
"Mmm. No, thank you."
He kissed Jeremy's guiche again, and one ball. His hand

slid down his body, found his cock, and began to stroke it.
He'd been honest when he'd said he was ready to come,
aroused to that point by his beautiful lover all stretched out
and filled in front of him.

"Ready to go again?" Jeremy grinned at him, winked

playfully. "Honey, your balls are gonna ache tomorrow."

"Probably. I don't care." He shifted to kiss Jeremy, rubbing

himself against the beautiful muscles.

Jeremy's tongue pushed into his lips, the kiss deep and

slow, almost painfully intimate.

When their lips parted and he met Jeremy's eyes, he

came, almost overwhelmed.

"So fine." Jeremy shook, stared. "So fine, honey."
"Thank you." He kissed Jeremy again. "Thank you, love."

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He held Jeremy's eyes, holding onto the moment for as

long as he could.

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Chapter Thirty

Step.
Step.
Step.
Jeremy went toward the kitchen, one careful step at a

time, balancing on his crutches. His stumps still ached at the
end of a long session, but it wasn't unbearable and he was
starting to get it.

Damn it.
Justin insisted that he could get stable enough on his legs

to work the forge standing one day, damn it. Of course,
Simon said it didn't matter; if he had to, he'd do it from a
chair.

Jeremy chuckled at himself, kept walking. Twenty steps,

then he could sit for a little while, have a sandwich.

Of course, that was when the damn door bell rang.
"Just a second!"
He turned, focusing on good steps instead of fast ones.

He'd done his share of falling hard and he didn't care who was
at the door, he wasn't doing it again. It took him a few
minutes to get to the door, and he was sweating but good
when he got there and swung it open.

Ben.
Great.
"Hey. What's up?"
Ben had two bags of groceries in his hands. "The Hammer

care package delivery."

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"Y'all don't have to keep doing this. It's too much." He

carefully looked behind him, took a step backward. "Come on
in."

"Of course we do. It's a community—we help each other

out." Ben came in. "I'll put these in the fridge for you."

"I can do it, man. Come back to the kitchen." He didn't

know what Ben wanted, really, and he felt bad not liking the
guy, sort of, but...

Well, there it was.
"I know where everything goes, why don't you sit? Take a

load off, man." Ben looked at his legs and he could see pity in
the man's eyes.

"How can you know? I mean, no offense, but I've been

with Simon for a while and never even heard your name?"
Don't fucking pity me, he thought, I could still kick your ass.

"If you really knew Simon, you'd know he's a creature of

habit, he's organized. I'm sure everything is still the way it
was when were together." Ben opened the fridge door like he
lived there and started putting things away.

"No, everything's not." It wasn't even the same as when

he started seeing Simon, as when he moved in. "You can't
have him back, you know. He's with me and that's not
changing."

Ben stopped putting the stuff away and closed the fridge

door. The guy leaned against it, arms crossed. "Look, I don't
want to be a jerk here, but the truth is, you're disabled now.
Simon would never ask you to go under these circumstances,
but if you really cared for him, you wouldn't burden him like
this."

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"So tell me, asshole. What exactly would you say if you

were being a jerk?" No wonder Simon had broken up with the
fuckhead. "No offense, man, but last time I checked, my legs
were fucked up, not my pride. I'm not a fucking burden."

Shit, when the insurance settlement came in, he was going

to be fucking fine. Of course, he'd probably be a thousand
years old, but hey.

A burden.
Shit, love made people stupid.
"I can give him things you can't." Didn't look like Ben had

clued in yet.

"Name one. No, wait. Don't bother. Look, man, here's the

deal. Simon left you. Simon doesn't want you. You couldn't—
legs and calling him baby and all—you never could give him
what he needed. Shit, man. All this time here, at the club,
everywhere—I never even heard your fucking name."

That seemed to deflate Ben some, though he tried to laugh

it off. "I find it hard to believe he's never mentioned me even
once."

"Pretty telling, huh? Now, if you don't mind, man. I have

work to do before my man gets home."

Jeremy kind of got the idea he was supposed to be

intimidated, but he just couldn't do it. It wasn't in him.

Ben stepped away from the refrigerator and put his hands

on his hips. "I think I should stay. See Simon. Someone
should think about his needs."

"Yeah, and I think, if you don't get out of my

motherfucking house right now, I will beat you to death and
feed your fucking carcass to the dogs."

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Oh, they might think about getting a dog.
He liked dogs and he could use the company.
"Your house? I don't fucking think so!" Ben growled and

stepped up into his space.

"Jeremy? Hello?" Simon's voice came from the front. "Is

Justin still here?"

"I will give you this one chance, bastard. You turn around

and walk away, and I won't tell him what a stupid fucker are
you."

"I'm doing this for him," Ben snarled at him.
"Jeremy?" Simon came around the corner, stopping when

he saw Ben, frowning slightly. "Ben? What are you doing
here?"

"He came to let me know I'm a burden, and if I really

loved your fine ass I'd let him have you. You know, honey, I
hate to tell you this, but up 'til you found me, you had shitty
taste in men."

Simon's mouth opened and closed and opened again.
Ben started to say something and Simon held up his hand.

"No. I don't want to hear it. I don't know who the hell you
think you are, but you don't have any right to come in here
and say anything to my partner. And I suggest you get out
now before I tell Jeremy I won't be upset if he kicks the shit
out of you!"

"Baby, don't do this. I've been looking for a way..."
"This isn't it, asshole." Jeremy took a step forward, praying

it looked steady.

"We're done, Ben. We've been done for years. And now

you ... I can't believe you thought I'd want you to start with,

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let alone when you come in here and do what you just did."
Simon stood stiffly, just glaring daggers at Ben. "I've half a
mind to hit you myself. So get the hell out of our home. And
don't come back."

Jeremy just stared the man down. He felt for the guy.

Well, not really, but he got it. Simon was one hell of a catch
and it sucked to lose, but that was how it was.

"Baby..."
"Stop calling me baby! I didn't like it when we were

together and it's totally inappropriate now. Get out. Go away.
Just go."

Ben looked wounded. "Fine. I'll go. Maybe I'll still be there

when you come to your senses, maybe I won't."

"Oh, Jesus. That's very soap opera, big guy. Go find

yourself someone that desperately needs taking care of, huh?
You're good at it." Jeremy made his way to the kitchen door,
opened it. "You can let yourself out the gate."

Ben turned around and left, and Jeremy almost felt sorry

for the guy.

Almost.
Well, not really.
"Hey, honey. You hungry? I'm starving." He made it to the

fridge, got out the milk and jelly. He really needed to sit for a
few.

"Look at you! You are amazing, walking around here like

it's nothing." Simon took the milk and jelly and stopped to
give him a kiss. "And you're right. Until you came along I had
the worst taste in men. Are you all right?"

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"I'm about ready for a break. I've had them on three

hours, though. Pretty good, huh?"

"No, not pretty good—fantastic! And you're not wobbling at

all. I'm so proud of you." Simon set the milk and jelly on the
table and frowned. "You want me to get your chair so you can
take them off and give your stumps a break. And what
exactly is for dinner that we're having it with milk and jelly?"

"I was thinking peanut butter sandwiches." He was really

tired. "And please, if you don't mind. My chair's by the bed."

"All right, why don't you sit and get started on the

sandwiches and I'll go get your chair?" Simon plonked the
bread and peanut butter on the table and then found a knife
for him to use.

"Cool." He had one sandwich made before Simon came

back. "How was your day?"

He handed Simon the food before easing himself down

with a moan. Oh. Better.

Simon cut the sandwich in half and shared it with him, one

hand coming to rest on his shoulder and rub. "Pretty good,
actually. I came up with an amazing campaign for one of our
biggest clients. They're talking bonus."

"Oh, man. Excellent." He scarfed up his half of the

sandwich. "You want another sandwich or something else?"

"Another sandwich, please. It hit the spot. How about your

day? How was it going before that idiot showed up?"

"It was going. Justin and I tried a few steps without the

crutches. He thinks I should join a gym." He started making
sandwich number two.

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"Yeah? What do you think about that?" Simon got a couple

of glasses out of the cupboard and poured them each some
milk.

"I don't know yet. I'd hate to be a freakshow, but I need to

work out my muscles. Also, there's the transportation issue."

"Well, there's the gym down near the Hammer where

you'd probably even know some people. Did Justin have any
suggestions?"

"Not really. He had a list. It's somewhere."
"It's up to you, love. Though Justin's been pretty much on

the money so far, hasn't he?"

Simon took his hand and squeezed.
"So far. Asshole. I hate him." He squeezed back, drank his

milk. "So, this Ben guy, he's got it bad."

Simon made a face and nodded. "I guess. I'm not sure

why, exactly, but you don't have anything to worry about
there. I love you. And the last thing you are is a burden to
me. And even if I wasn't with you anymore, I wouldn't go to
him!"

"I know." He wasn't really stressing it. "If he goes all

chainsaw murderer or something, then I'll worry."

"I'm hoping he got the message."
Simon's hand slid over his. "I'm fairly put out I didn't get

my usual welcome home, thanks to him."

"Spoiled brat." He grinned, rolled over closer. "I made you

sandwiches."

"Are you trying to tell me that, good as they are, your

sandwiches are anything close to an acceptable substitute for
your kisses?"

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"You just want to come sit in my lap and have a ride." He

leaned over, kissing Simon with all he was.

Simon kissed back, long and hard. Of course Simon had

managed to worm his way onto Jeremy's lap before their lips
finally parted.

"Hey. You got plans for tonight?" He was pretty easy, so

long as he didn't have to walk too far or try stairs.

"Nothing actually formally planned out." Simon's eyes

shone at him.

"We could go to the club, maybe ... Have dessert..."

Maybe.

"Oh! Really? Everyone would love to see you."
"Maybe. I could wear the legs under my jeans, but use my

chair."

They hadn't gone anywhere in so long.
"I'd like that. I haven't been able to show off my beautiful

lover in far too long." There wasn't a single ounce of guile in
Simon's eyes—his lover meant every word.

"Well, then. I guess we'd better get moving. You can drive

my truck." He'd given Simon a set of keys. It must be love.

"Oh-ho! You're in a good mood." Simon laughed and

kissed him.

"Well, it isn't every day a guy stands up to someone trying

to steal his lover. Stands up, get it?"

Simon giggled, nodded. "I get it. And you don't need to

worry. The only thing getting stolen around here is my heart.
By you."

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"That was bad." He grinned, popping Simon on the butt.

"Come on, 'o big bad top, let's go have some chocolate cake
and a beer."

"You're on." Laughing, Simon grabbed the keys and led the

way out.

He followed along, out into the late summer sun.
Maybe tomorrow he'd feel like going out to the studio for a

few hours.

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