8 comments/ 46484 views/ 26 favorites Waiting for Love By: Pelaam For those who regularly read my stories, please heed this warning. This story was written for a friend and is D/s. With thanks to Blitzwing. * Stefan moved in to clean the table as the group headed out of the bar. Almost immediately it was filled with a new group. Friday and Saturday nights were regularly busy, so he knew it would be more of the same the next night. He trotted back to the bar to continue serving the seemingly never-ending line of customers. He liked working in this bar. Although it was predominantly gay, there were often mixed groups that enjoyed the music played there. "Large gin and tonic, please. It's really busy tonight." The customer smiled companionably at Stefan as he placed his order. Stefan returned the smile and nodded his agreement. He'd seen this guy here on a couple of occasions, but this was the first time they'd spoken. As he poured the drink, Stefan surreptitiously studied the other man. Where Stefan's hair was strawberry blond and short, the other man's was light brown and longer. It was too dark to see the colour of his eyes. But he presented a pretty enough picture so that Stefan would be interested if things looked likely to progress. He especially liked the way the other man's smile seemed to light up his face. He decided he liked that look and would aim to see it as often as possible. As he took the proffered money, their fingertips brushed together and their eyes met. "Do...ah...you get...um... a break here?" the man stammered shyly. "I get fifteen minutes in about an hour," Stefan said consulting his watch. "I'll be here. My name is Kevin." "Stefan," came the reply. "I'll see you in an hour." **** In his shower, Stefan cleansed away the night's sweat and grime. He replayed the evening's events. True to his word, Kevin was waiting as Stefan took his break. They had chatted comfortably enough. Kevin saying he was a departmental manager of a large store. And that he was single. Stefan smiled as he remembered that titbit of information. As he thought about the other man, Stefan's hand roamed across his lightly furred chest to tweak at a tightening nipple. As one hand worked his nipples, the other began to stroke his rapidly hardening shaft. He wondered whether Kevin's body was furred or smooth. His hand abandoned his nipples in favour of cupping his sac and rolling his balls. He thought of what Kevin might look like on his hands and knees, casting a sultry 'come hither' look over his shoulder. The hand working his shaft pumped harder, Stefan's hips now snapping rhythmically into the tunnel his hand provided. With a grunt, his release spurted thickly on the wall of the shower to be washed away by the cooling water. Stefan slept well that night, a lithe brunette featuring prominently in his dreams. **** The next evening Stefan kept watching out for Kevin. The other man had assured him he would be in. Somehow Stefan missed his arrival. Instead he caught his first glimpse of Kevin in deep conversation with another man. Stefan knew the other man was a regular, but not his name. He realised he was getting agitated watching them. He growled angrily as he watched the man touch Kevin's shoulder, elbow, side... //Enough// Stefan thought angrily. He picked up a cloth to pretend to be cleaning and strode towards where the men stood. His anger was slightly appeased to notice that for all the touches Kevin was receiving he offered none in return. In fact, on closer inspection, he appeared to be trying to avoid them. "Good evening, Kevin. How are you?" he asked smiling widely, as though he'd just noticed the other man. "Stefan," Kevin said, his face lighting up. "Good to see you." The smile was warm and genuine and just a touch relieved. "I will see you later? The same time as yesterday," Stefan didn't mean to make the suggestion sound like an order, but sometimes his English let him down slightly. He was Romanian by birth and had studied English only for a year. He was happy enough that the interloper seemed disgruntled that Kevin was pleased to see him. "Yes, I'd like that," Kevin replied in a husky voice. **** Stefan closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He prayed fervently that he hadn't misread Kevin's reaction. He spotted Kevin and strode purposefully forward. Clasping the other man's hand he led him wordlessly upstairs to the least frequently used storeroom and pushed him inside, locking the door. As soon as he was satisfied they couldn't be disturbed, he pushed Kevin roughly, but with care, against the wall. He had a couple of inches in height and breadth on the other man and immediately put them to use, standing aggressively over Kevin as he put his hands either side of his head, encircling him. He leant forward and was pleased to see Kevin wanted the kiss. Resisting the impulse to plunder this time, Stefan brushed lightly over Kevin's lips once...twice...then crushed their lips together. As Kevin's mouth opened on a soft 'oh' Stefan dominated the kiss. His tongue swept unchallenged into the warm wet cavern, tasting and possessing imperiously. He slid his hands under Kevin's t-shirt finding smooth, warm skin. He caressed the soft belly before moving upwards and entrapping both nipples, delighted to find one was pierced and sporting a ring which he tugged on firmly as he continued to ravish Kevin's mouth. The resultant thrust of slender hips and the bulge that pressed against Stefan's thigh told the blond all he needed to know. He dropped a hand to Kevin's groin and cupped the hardness he felt. He broke the kiss, stared into Kevin's desire-darkened eyes and squeezed the cloth-concealed swollen flesh. "Please," Kevin begged. "Oh, God..yes...please." Stefan was squeezing rhythmically. He growled at the pleading tone from the other man. He unsnapped and unzipped, pushing the pants to pool around Kevin's ankles. Impatiently he shoved the briefs to mid-thigh. Kevin's cock sprang free to fit comfortably in Stefan's hand. An inch or so smaller than Stefan's own, cut and curling slightly to the left. He swung the unresisting man to stand with his back against Stefan's chest. "Lean back against me," Stefan commanded and was obeyed immediately. One hand continued to fist hard flesh, the other tugged on the nipple ring. Kevin moaned mindlessly as Stefan manipulated his body. The blond bent to kiss and bite gently at Kevin's throat, the darker man angling his neck for more of the pleasurable sensations. As Kevin writhed in his arms, Stefan felt his own shaft throb. Briefly relinquishing his hold on the nipple-ring, Stefan freed his aching dick. He pushed it along the cleft of Kevin's ass and left it to nestle there as he resumed his erotic torture of the pierced nub. "Yes," Kevin murmured, feeling the hard flesh push up and down between his buttocks. He ground back shamelessly, lost in sensation. A twist to his nipple coincided with a hard pull on his swollen flesh. "Oh, God, comingcomingcoming," he babbled. His cream pulsed free from his body and he felt Stefan's hand drop from his nipple to his hip. "Good boy," Stefan growled, as he milked the other man. He then pushed Kevin to bend a little at the waist and jacked furiously at his own dick, coming in creamy strands across Kevin's lower back and taut cheeks. He pulled the smaller man back to his chest and held him as their breathing gradually slowed. He reached for the towel he'd purposely left and cleansed both Kevin and himself. He also wiped the evidence from the floor. Dropping the towel to one side, he wrapped an arm around Kevin's waist and drew him into a tight embrace. The hazel eyes were still pleasure-dazed and Stefan kissed the red, inviting lips. "Next time I want you naked." He relished the shiver of anticipation that the words engendered. The hazel orbs darkened and focussed on him. "I'd like that," Kevin said throatily. "Are you working tomorrow? If not would you like to meet for lunch, maybe spend the afternoon together?" "I do not work Sundays or Mondays," Stefan said, sucking slowly on a succulent morsel of neck and shoulder. "Tell me where and what time." **** Lunch was leisurely, the food good, the wine palatable, but the company was the most enjoyable of all. Kevin was easy to talk to and a good listener. Stefan told him of his decision to move to England, of his qualifications, the difficulty getting work commensurate with his studies in Hospitality Management. It meant that during the day for five days, Stefan had a waiting job and Thursday to Saturday that job was supplemented by the bar-work. Despite the difficulties in obtaining a position which reflected his degree, Stefan still enjoyed the work he did. He was, however, taking some additional studies using distance learning to move on. They found they had a similar sense of humour and the time slipped by quickly. As it did, their hands began to touch, fleeting fingertip contact becoming lengthier caresses. "Would you like to come home with me?" Kevin asked. The uncertainty in the hazel eyes make Stefan want to catch hold tightly to the hand that gently grazed across the back of his knuckles and kiss it reassuringly. Instead he locked his smouldering sapphire gaze on the sienna orbs and smiled. "I would love to," he answered honestly. **** Stefan caught his breath at the luxury apartment on the city centre limits that Kevin took him to. A concierge sat and nodded at Kevin as the two men entered and, as they rode up in the lift, Kevin explained that the desk was manned 24/7. There was also a security guard in the back who monitored comings and goings. Five stories later, Stefan was entering the apartment itself. The living room was probably as big as his entire flat. Three walls were cream coloured, the fourth was glass, home to large French windows leading onto a balcony. There was a reclining seat and table outside and in front of the glass, a wooden dining table and chairs. The sumptuous suite was coffee-coloured leather, cushions, throws and rugs ranged from black to cream and it spoke of taste and wealth. The kitchen was partially obscured by a wall, but Stefan took in the breakfast bar and the blue and white of the cupboards beyond. "Through there, Kevin said indicating a door to Stefan's right. "First left bathroom, second left, guest bedroom, first right master bedroom, second right a small office and at the end of the hall is a cupboard space for hanging coats and storing things. You like it?" he added, looking anxiously at the blond. "It is quite magnificent," Stefan nodded. "Very nice." "Can I offer you anything?" Kevin's voice had become rougher, huskier and it immediately caught Stefan's attention. "Coffee, beer ... me?" Stefan sauntered over to him and reached to stroke a smooth cheek. He pulled Kevin into a one armed hug as he smoothed a few stray hairs from the beautiful face. "I thought you would never ask," he grinned, dropping a kiss to Kevin's nose. Then he crushed their mouths together in a hard, possessive kiss. "Here? Bedroom?" he growled. "Please, Stefan, please," Kevin moaned. "What, baby? Tell me what you need." "You, Stefan. Take control? Please?" Stefan rumbled as he mouthed at Kevin's throat, the brunette having dropped his head back to offer easy access. Stefan was dominant without ever becoming a Dom and had bedded submissive partners without them being a sub. At the moment, he wasn't sure just what it was Kevin needed, but he could certainly take control. "Bedroom, now," he rasped. He followed the other man into the master bedroom and swept his gaze around the room. The same cream and chocolate theme was evident in the light walls and dark, silken bedding. One wall was mirrored and clearly housed the wardrobe and the bed was king-sized. Unthinkingly Stefan licked his lips as he eyed the expanse of mirror and then turned a predatory eye on Kevin who stood, body visibly thrumming with anticipation and eyes darkened with desire. "Strip...slowly," he growled. He stood watching as the other man disrobed, admiring each new piece of skin that was revealed. Kevin's chest was lightly haired and the golden nipple-ring glinted enticingly. The skin of his abdomen was smooth, but a dark treasure trail led to a nest of curls that adorned the hard flesh Stefan had already touched. Flesh that was now erect, red and wet. "Turn around," Stefan commanded. "Stop," he barked as Kevin completed an 180⁰ turn. He gazed at Kevin, devouring him with his eyes. "Bend forward, spread yourself," he husked. He bit back a moan of appreciation as he was instantly obeyed. "Good boy. Get on the bed, on your back. Put a pillow under your hips. I want your arms above your head and your legs spread wide. Go." Kevin couldn't stop the whimper as he did as commanded. He felt vulnerable yet safe. He was certain he could trust Stefan with the gift of his submission. "Can you see me?" Stefan's voice reached his ears and Kevin moved his head. "Yes, sir," he whispered throatily. "Watch me," Stefan purred. The blond knew he had a good body and he exercised to keep himself in condition. His muscles were well-defined without being overly-so. He had close to wash-board abs and was justifiably proud of the way his body looked. He posed for Kevin, allowing his hands to tease at his body, watching as the other man began to writhe his hands clenching and unclenching, before stalking to the bed. He knelt over Kevin, his cock hard and dripping, just millimetres from the other man's mouth. "Please, sir, please," Kevin begged, his eyes never leaving the erect organ so close yet so far from his lips. "Tell me what you want," Stefan ordered. "Let me suck you?" he asked, glancing briefly at the blond. Stefan said nothing, but nudged at Kevin's lips and slid inside as the smaller man opened to him. Languidly Stefan rocked his hips as he felt Kevin's tongue swirl over his hardness, licking, sucking and probing at his slit. He made small sounds of appreciation before slowly withdrawing. He moved to lie between Kevin's spread thighs. He ran his fingers up and down the splayed limbs, watching as Kevin trembled and gasped. His lover's erection rolled languorously over his abdomen leaving silver trails of need in its wake. Stefan bent to taste them and gave a growl of approval. He heard the barely-there whimpers and raised his head to lean inches from Kevin's face. "Tell me you want my mouth," Stefan husked. "Yes ... oh, God yes, please, sir," Kevin pleaded. "Here?" Stefan teased, nipping at an earlobe. "Or here?" he tugged at the nipple-ring. "Maybe here?" he nipped a satiny inner-thigh. "Or here," he rasped, enveloping the turgid flesh to the root to a scream of delight that had his own flesh surging in empathy. Engrossed in pleasuring his new lover, Stefan was only vaguely aware of a barely-heard 'please'. He continued to bob up and down, sucking hard and suddenly found his mouth filled with Kevin's salty elixir. He swallowed rapidly, massaging his lover's balls to milk every drop of Kevin's crème. It was only as Kevin's climax began to recede that Stefan registered what his lover was saying. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Stefan looked at Kevin with concern. "You enjoyed it, I enjoyed it. What is wrong?" Stefan didn't like the frightened look on his lover's face. This was not good. "You didn't give me permission to come," Kevin whispered. "Is that what you would have preferred?" Stefan asked. "I am not a Dom, Kevin. I would not presume to have forbidden you to enjoy what we were doing, not unless you specifically asked me to do so. Even if I had, I would not want you looking so afraid of me. I want to share pleasure with you. I hoped we may have a relationship. Please, Kevin, talk to me." Stefan sensed that his lover would find it easier to talk if he felt secure. He moved to hug Kevin tightly and cradle his head. He felt the darker man nestle a little closer and was reassured by the action. He stroked Kevin's back in an attempt to coax him to talk. "I like being told what to do," Kevin whispered. "I like putting myself in my partner's hands, mild bondage and spanking, but not pain. My last boyfriend seemed to like the same things. Then he started ringing me and leaving me kneeling naked for longer and longer. When he spanked me it was hard and painful and he would still take me, sometimes ignoring the safeword I used, saying I was too soft and needed toughening up. I had to be naked as soon as he arrived, not look directly at him and call him 'sir'. I was forbidden to come until he said and he was angry if I failed. Sometimes my punishment was to be tied to the bed, putting a cock-ring on me once he got me hard again and keeping me unfulfilled as he pleasured himself over and over. I began to realise that if he didn't get me hard before we started, I wouldn't harden because I wasn't enjoying it any more. He was furious when I broke off the relationship and it's taken a long time for me to try again." The sigh was deep and heartfelt. "If you want to leave, I'll understand. I'm such a screw-up. I've ruined everything." "Nothing's ruined, baby," Stefan murmured, nuzzling at soft, brown hair. "You are not a screw-up. Let's take this slowly and make sure we do what's good for us both. You like my mouth on your cock, what about your nipples? What else do you like?" "I love my nipples being played with, mouth or fingers," Kevin said throatily. "I like love bites, not bruising my throat, but discreet. I like knowing my lover has marked me ... oh yeah," Kevin's words dissolved into a moan of appreciation as Stefan rolled him onto his back, pinched one nipple whilst sucking at his shoulder. "What else?" Stefan growled. "Rim...rimming," Kevin panted, as his lover bit gently at his neck. "Roll over," Stefan's voice was a dark, sensuous purr and the sinful sound had Kevin trembling with anticipation. "Pillow your head on your hands; you will be in this position for a while." Stefan let a finger tease Kevin's cleft, stroking the soft skin hidden there. Kevin reacted immediately, gasping, eager and willing. Stefan wanted to make him writhe and squirm, and beg for more. He also loved the idea of controlling him this way, to make the smaller man go wild just with his tongue. Stefan firmly cupped Kevin's cheeks, kneading the hot flesh, and ran a thumb down between them again. This time he spread the cheeks, displaying his lover. Stefan relished the moan and the already shaking legs. He held Kevin open, doing nothing but devouring him with his eyes. The sight of his lover totally spread open arousing him further. Suddenly the blond needed so much more. He grasped Kevin's hips in a tight grip, and his tongue caressed the cleft as a prelude for what was to come. He could feel Kevin shaking with eager anticipation under his hands, trying not to push back. It was Stefan in control. Stefan's tongue teased his lover and left a wet path along his exposed skin. The blond licked around his lover's opening and his hands cupped Kevin's cheeks again, pulling them apart, granting him easy access. He moved slowly, licking and lapping, and didn't allow Kevin's moans to dictate the pace. The brunette was just so responsive, and Stefan felt his own cock getting harder and harder. Kevin knew his role was to take, to let himself go. To submit not only to Stefan, but to the pleasure he was going to give him. Slowly he relaxed into the lovemaking, trusting the man whose tongue was giving him so much delight. He moaned softly and felt one of Stefan's hands caress his cheek lovingly, gently. He relaxed further. Stefan felt the conscious submission and probed gently inside his lover. He knew how his lips and tongue would feel on the delicate skin and took advantage of it. His tongue pushed back and forth, licking across the smaller man's opening in soft, warm, wet strokes. He lavished undivided attention on this special part of his mate. Stefan felt the growing strain in Kevin's body. The brunette wanted to rock back hard and take more of his lover's tongue in him, his moans coming from deep within his throat. Stefan could feel the further relaxing of his lover's inner muscle, opening to him more, allowing him to gain even deeper access. Kevin also spread his legs even wider- if that was possible. He looked and sounded so wanton like this, Stefan loved it, and a growl escaped his throat. One hand abandoned his lover's cheek and travelled between his thighs. Kevin was rock hard again, and Stefan could feel pre-come on his cock. When he caressed the tip, Kevin bucked against him and called his name in a throaty rasp. Stefan's tongue pulled away for a moment, making Kevin groan in frustration. Waiting for Love Stefan placed a little lick over the soft skin of Kevin's anus to let him know he was about to resume in earnest, then Stefan lapped at it with long and leisurely strokes. His tongue entered Kevin again. The blond pushed the tip of his tongue in first, and spreading his lover's cheeks wider, let his tongue thrust hard, fast and deep. This time Kevin did push back, rocking in time with the movement of Stefan's tongue. He was impaling himself on it, in a perfect imitation of the dance they would soon perform. Stefan pushed and stroked deep inside the brunette, back and forth, not missing an inch. He retracted his tongue to encircle Kevin's portal before diving in again, over and over. Finally, it was too much. Stefan licked Kevin's well-wettened opening and brushed his lips over it a last time. He pushed a finger in him to gauge whether he was relaxed enough. The single digit slipped in with ease and Stefan rumbled his approval. "Supplies," he husked. "Drawer," Kevin whimpered, his hips pushing back on Stefan's finger. A light, stinging slap stilled his movements. "Wait," Stefan growled. He coated two fingers with lube and sought out his lover's sweet spot. He nudged the small bump and whispered in Kevin's ear. "Now you may move and I want to hear how much you are enjoying this." Kevin rocked back mindlessly as Stefan pushed a third finger inside. His jewel was expertly stimulated and the brunette moaned and cried aloud his pleasure, free to lose himself in his lover's domination. "Please, sir," Kevin finally forced his mouth to form coherent words. "Please, sir, I want you in me." With a growl, Stefan tore open the foil and rolled on a condom. He pulled his fingers from his lover's body and lined the engorged head of his sex against the enticing portal. He held tightly to Kevin's hips and began to push inside. He wasn't surprised that Kevin's body tensed at the intrusion, his lover had admitted it had been some time and not enjoyable. "Relax and let me in, baby," he groaned, as his shaft was brutally squeezed. "I will not hurt you." Kevin took a deep breath and tried to make himself relax. Stefan had done nothing so far that gave him any concerns. He took another breath and moaned appreciatively as the hard flesh slid in deeper. He felt his lover's hand slide from his hip to his flagging flesh and begin to stroke masterfully. He focused on the feel of Stefan's hand, stoking his length, a thumb flicking over his slit and unthinkingly pressed back, taking the last couple of inches of his lover inside. Stefan's body froze as he fully impaled the smaller man. The tight, searing heat that enveloped his shaft was almost enough to make him come straight away and he wanted this to be good for his lover. As the silken sheath began to relax, Stefan pulled back to leave just the head of his arousal inside and then thrust firmly back so his sac slapped Kevin's cheeks. He repeated the action, then gave a flurry of short, sharp snaps of his hips. He varied his movements, not letting his lover anticipate what would come next. Finally he pounded ruthlessly at Kevin's prostate, relishing the primal scream and the shaking that wracked the brunette's body. Kevin's body collapsed to the bed as Stefan felt hot crème coat his fingers. He followed his lover down and, with a final, feral jab inside the clenching channel, let his own orgasm thunder through him. When awareness returned to him, Stefan found his hips still languorously thrusting into his spent lover, even though he had nothing left to give. Carefully he withdrew, knotting the condom and dropping it into the basket at the side of the bed. Tenderly he repositioned Kevin so the brunette's head lay on Stefan's shoulder. His lover's sienna gaze was heavy and warm and Stefan smiled to see the look of bliss. "Thank you," Kevin murmured drowsily. "Thank you," Stefan replied, kissing the dark hair. Nestled together, the two men slid soundlessly into satiated sleep. **** Kevin tried not to squirm like a naughty schoolboy. He was a senior manager for Heaven's sake. However the impassive and impressive man who sat, silently perusing papers, held the key to a major deal for his store. Kevin glanced surreptitiously across his desk. The broad physique filed the dark blue Armani suit to perfection, but the other man had been all business as they'd discussed the deal. "I'm certain that should successfully conclude our business, Mr Jacob," he said, drawing a hooded, blue gaze from the other man. Kevin shifted uncomfortably at the humourless smile he received. "So much power in one piece of paper," Jacob said. Kevin writhed as unobtrusively as possible. The man's voice was a low husk that was so sinfully sexy Kevin could feel his hard-on, hidden below the desk, throb painfully. "I see the benefits to my company and to your store. I can imagine the benefits you will get for the successful conclusion of this deal," Jacob said. He then pierced Kevin with a laser-sharp stare. "But what benefit do I get? What would you do to ensure I sign?" "I ... I don't think I understand," Kevin said nervously. "The successful conclusion ..." "Does not directly benefit me," Jacob purred. "What will *you* do to ensure I sign?" "I ... I'm not ..." Kevin stuttered, mesmerised by the blazing cerulean gaze. "Come here," the tone brooked no disobedience. Almost of their own volition, Kevin's legs took him to stand at the bigger male's side. He watched the azure eyes darken as the bulge at his groin was prominently displayed. Kevin's jacket was unfastened and open and so provided no cover. "Your body knows," Jacob growled, imperiously squeezing then tracing the outline of the still-filling organ. "Your door is locked and we have thirty more minutes of time scheduled for this deal. I will ensure it is spent most profitably ... for me. Strip. Now! No argument!" he ordered as Kevin's mouth opened on an objection. He held up the unsigned paper and let it fall to the floor. Kevin peeled off his clothes, watched impassively by the other man. As he stood naked, his eyes followed Jacob's hand as jacket buttons were undone, then the fly of his pants. An erection as impressive as the man himself was pulled free. "On your knees and suck me ... slowly. Keep your hands crossed at the wrist behind you." Kevin felt his face heat and a flush radiated across his cheeks, but he glanced at the paper and slowly knelt between Jacob's spread legs. He took the hard, damp flesh into his mouth and began a slow, deliberate suction. He could smell the other man's musk and despite his submissive stance, or because of it, could feel his own erection demanding attention. A hand crept free to touch himself. He gave a shocked cry as his hand was grasped with painful tightness and Jacob surged to his feet, hauling Kevin with him, to glare angrily at the brunette. "I told you where to keep your hands," he snarled. "Now I will show you how I punish disobedience." One hand from the bigger man swept the remaining papers from the desk and Kevin was dragged back round it to watch his chair kicked impatiently aside. He was pushed face-down, his legs were kicked roughly into a wide-legged stance, fully exposing him to the aggressor behind him. His hands were pulled behind his back and held in place by a strong grip. He cried out at a hard slap to his buttock. "No sounds," the disembodied voice ordered dispassionately. Kevin whimpered as several slaps rained down on his unprotected flesh. He felt his cheeks begin to burn and could picture them turning pink then a glowing red. "Do not move your hands," came the cold command. This time, a slick finger pushed aggressively inside him. He tried to shake his head, but was unable to move freely. Another slap and another followed as the finger wormed inside him, knowing him intimately. The slaps continued as a second and a third finger pressed inside him, he jolted as they began to stroke over his prostate. The hand slapping him slid under his hips and began milking his rock-hard erection; the other left his body and pulled one of his nether cheeks aside. Kevin felt the head of Jacob's cock push forcefully forward and he was impaled in one fluid movement. He was given no time to adjust. A hard, fast, punishing rhythm of thrusts rocked his body against unforgiving wood. Jacob's hand kept up its working of Kevin's cock and the brunette could feel the metal of Jacob's zipper against his flesh as the bigger man pushed harder into him. Kevin dimly realised that the wanton moans of need spilt from his own lips as his body was thoroughly used. Kevin wailed his denial as the hard flesh withdrew from his body. His lust-fogged gaze took in the feral smile from the big man. "I want to see you as I make you come and as I spill inside you," Jacob said, a cold predatory smile on his lips. With a grunt, Kevin was shoved onto his back, His legs hooked over Jacob's elbows, spreading him obscenely wide. Jacob resumed his pounding of Kevin's prostate and the milking of his cock. The brunette's head thrashed wildly as he felt his orgasm begin. It seemed to start at his toes and enveloped his body, searing every nerve and cell in its path. His scream was matched by a bellow as hot, wet juices filled his spasming channel. His vision greyed as his voice gave out and he floated in the aftermath of an incredibly intense orgasm. He mourned the loss as softening flesh slipped from his body and then a baby-wipe was tenderly cleansing his stomach and between his legs. "You enjoy?" a warm voice, laced with affection asked. "Stefan, that was amazing," Kevin panted. "Wonderful," he added pulling Stefan down for a long, deep kiss. "Perhaps Mr Jacob could call again to discuss things further?" he asked hopefully. Forcing his eyes open to gaze lovingly at his mate. "So wonderful that I deserve a reward, hmm?" Stefan asked, a wicked smile creeping across his face as he nibbled at Kevin's full lower lip. "Mmm, yes," Kevin murmured, his body still thrumming from his climax. "Then we need to go home where I will keep you tied to our bed for the rest of the day." Stefan grinned at the shiver of anticipation and the darkening of Kevin's eyes. "Dress, love. Quickly," he added, swatting playfully at a still-pink buttock. As his lover dressed, Stefan picked up the paper from the floor. All of it was blank or scrap. Only the location was genuine; the advantage of Kevin's status in the firm. He gave a predatory glance at his mate. The leather harness they'd chosen had arrived when Kevin was out setting up the office scenario. Visions of his beautiful lover harnessed and ringed sent surges to Stefan's sated sex. Side by side, the two men exited the office. Kevin made sure he locked his office and notified security he was leaving the building. As they travelled down to the underground car park, Stefan pulled the man he now shared his life with into his arms. "I love you," he whispered, kissing the brunette. "I love you, too," Kevin replied. As the lift doors opened and Kevin stepped forward to exit, he received another playful swat. This time he sent a sultry look over his shoulder earning a soft groan from his mate. He grinned happily, meeting the wide smile from his lover, for both of them; the waiting for love was over. Waiting for Love She walked through the French doors onto the patio, her body sheathed in her new translucent pale blue night gown and matching robe. As she watched for him to pull into the driveway, she sipped a glass of sweet white wine. Her nipples went from soft to rock hard as the soft silk moved against them thanks to the cool breeze that was gently blowing in the evening sky. She knew that if anyone looked up at the correct angle, they would be able to see her body through her clothes, but she didn't care. She wanted him with her and she would watch for him for as long as it took. Finally, after what seemed like hours, even though it was only minutes, she saw his trusty car pull into the driveway and she slipped inside before he could see her; she wanted to surprise him as a treat to welcome him home from the long business trip he'd been on. She heard the garage door open and close; she smiled as she began sprinkling the rose petals from the front door to the bedroom, satisfied that they would be enough to get him quickly to where she was waiting. She closed the door slightly and untied the robe, letting it fall open before she set the glass of wine onto the dresser. She heard the front door open and him call her name as she leaned against the bed, her nipples showing distinctly through the low cut gown. The top of the gown swooped down and showed off just enough of her breasts to grab his attention. The bottom of the gown stopped just below her thighs; she bent one leg at the knee, revealing a hint of her pussy. The dark curls that had once been surrounding her pussy were very short, having been trimmed down earlier that morning. He called for her again as he nudged the bedroom door open; his eyes widened and his jaw dropped as she murmured, "Welcome home." He stepped completely into the room, closing the door behind him before closing the gap between them. He kissed her hard as his hands dived under the silky night gown, one delved deep within her already soaked pussy while the other gently cupped a breast. She could feel his hard cock press against her and she brushed her hand over the crotch of his pants as she reached for the buttons and zipper of his pants. A growl tore from his throat as he grabbed the hem of the gown and pulled it roughly over her head. She smiled and moaned as he kissed her again before sliding his lips down her neck before stopping at her breasts. He lavished attention on the already achingly hard nipple, inhaled the scent of the perfume she'd worn just for him, the one he'd picked out for her birthday. His lips traveled the trail of perfume as his fingers drowned in her, laughed gently as she fumbled with the buttons on his dockers; she never could get his pants undone if he was wearing them. Using his free hand, he undid his pants and let them, with his boxers drop to the floor at his feet. She pleaded with him for more as his lips continued their search for the spots on her body that had been touched by the perfume and she moaned loudly when his lips finally touched her clit. He smiled when he saw the heart that she had sculpted in what was left of the hair surrounding her pussy and he gently pushed her back against the softness of the blanket as he gave into temptation and sank his cock deep within her. They moved against each other as one, her hands were in his hair as he kissed her lovingly but passionately, their breathing was hard and erratic as they writhed against each other in delicious agony, searching for their release. He groaned as she nibbled at his neck and in turn, he pulled his lips from hers and scraped his teeth carefully against her nipple. She screamed his name as she came undone, arched her back and clung to him as she rode the waves of her release. She cried out again when his cum splashed hot inside her; he held her tight and kissed her softly as if he were afraid to let her go. He whispered words of love in her ear before he pulled away from her. She watched as he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. He let it fall to the ground where his pants sat and held out a hand to her; she took it and let him lead her into the bathroom. He turned to her and with a smile filled with love, he asked, "Are you ready for more?" She smiled back and turned on the water and filled up the large jacuzzi tub. "Always." Waiting for Love Ch. 02 Chapter 2 -- The Challenge For my usual readers, please note this relationship is D/s. With thanks to Blitzwing. ©Pelaam: February 2008 Stefan gave a sigh of pleasure that he was finally home. His face wore a warm smile at the thought of Kevin, naked apart from his collar, waiting for him. Just for him. As he opened the door and stepped inside he was quickly greeted by his mate. His jacket was taken from his shoulders and hung up and Stefan trailed in Kevin's wake, admiring the sight of the other man's taut buttocks and the unconscious sway of slim hips. Stefan sat on the settee, settling into a comfortable position. The television was on at the news channel he preferred and a gin and tonic appeared at his side. He smiled at his mate, admiring the nude form. His eyes raked over the naked skin, admiring the second piercing, he had pierced that nipple himself, the light dusting of body fur and then the collar. The collar symbolised their chosen lifestyle. They lived it to their standards -- no one else's. Stefan would never do anything that hurt or scared his lover and Kevin trusted and loved him implicitly. The collar was a simple chain of stainless steel links fastened by a small padlock. The only key to which lay on a gold chain around Stefan's neck. He smiled warmly as Kevin gracefully sank to the floor to sit at the side of Stefan's legs. Stefan's hand gently stoked the dark hair of his mate as he sipped his drink. It was perfect, like always. He paid little attention to the TV programme. Instead he reminisced briefly on how their lives had changed over the last year. He was now the day manager of a successful, and busy, restaurant. At home he was responsible for all the finances and purchases, including the shopping. Kevin retained the job he had when they met. Although it was tempting for Stefan to have Kevin not working, they still needed two salaries if they wanted the luxuries Stefan liked them to be able to indulge in. Kevin's responsibilities at home were cooking and sorting the laundry. They used a cleaning company for the mundane and Kevin took care of their bedroom himself. They were both happy with the arrangements, blissfully happy with each other and considering a commitment ceremony. "How was work today, love?" Stefan asked, savouring his drink. "I ... um ... the new guy," Kevin said hesitantly. "He's been hanging around my office." He tried to put it as neutrally as possible, but Drake made him uneasy. And he had a confession he had put off for a couple of days. He leant into Stefan's thigh, letting its solidity reassure him. "He has said or done anything?" Stefan growled. He was possessive of his mate and Kevin knew it, needed it. Needed to know he belonged to the blond. "No ... yes .... I'm sorry, Stefan. I did a stupid thing." "Shh, shh," Stefan soothed. "Come here." He patted his knee and Kevin gratefully snuggled into the embrace. The intimacy always made it easier for him to speak when distressed. "I don't know how it happened. But you know I threw a shirt away because it was torn?" He waited for the nod as Stefan's hand stroked his thigh. "My collar got snagged. I went into the men's room to sort it. I checked the corridor," he said, anguish colouring his voice. "But as I got the shirt undone, Drake came in. He saw my collar. He hasn't said anything, but ... his eyes," Kevin shuddered and Stefan's arms tightened around his body. "They took on the same look Terry used to get when he was planning something." Stefan gave a wordless growl. Terry was Kevin's previous lover. Although Kevin had confessed some of the things he had been forced to do, Stefan knew there were others still hidden away. Whether Kevin told him or not was up to his lover. All he cared about was his beautiful mate knowing *he* would never abuse the trust, the love, Kevin gifted to him. Everything they did was consensual and for mutual pleasure. He tilted Kevin's face upwards. "I love you," he said. "Now go into the bedroom. I want you face down and spread wide. Go." Stefan watched as Kevin obeyed instantly, admiring the lithe form as his lover headed to their bedroom. The blond took another swallow of his drink as he removed his tie, socks and shoes. Carrying them with him, he followed his lover. As he entered the bedroom, he stopped and drank in the sight. Kevin lay stretched on their bed. His arms and legs were spread as dictated. He had placed a clean sheet over the normal covers and lay over a pillow to raise his hips. Stefan nodded approvingly. Slowly he moved around the bed, carefully fastening the thickly padded restraints. He checked the tension. Kevin could move fractionally, but no more. He slid a hand between the upraised hips and pillow and fondled already hard, damp flesh. Moving away, he waited a moment and then leant down and nipped gently at the back of Kevin's knee making him jerk and give a pillow-muffled cry. "I wish to hear your enjoyment, love," he husked into an ear, following the words with his tongue and earning a low groan. He licked from knee to buttock and nipped sharply to a yelp and jolt. "But you do not come until I say," he added, before running his tongue between the cheeks he now held open. The moan of pleasure sent jolts to Stefan's sex. But for now, this was about Kevin. He began in earnest, raining kisses, nips, licks and nibbles along with the occasional slap to pinken the alluring buttocks before him. He never stayed in the same place or repeated the same action when he moved, ensuring Kevin remained teetering on the edge until moaning continually and humping the pillow as much as his restraints would allow. Stefan was pleased with the sensual haze into which Kevin had been enveloped. He settled between the spread thighs and parted the pink mounds before thrusting his tongue as deep as possible. He relished the scream from his mate and thrust his tongue hard and fast to pillage the hot channel. Kevin's cries of passion increased as Stefan occasionally slid in a saliva-slick finger to tease his mate's sweet spot. He replaced tongue with fingers, spreading and scissoring quickly, desperate to be buried in his lover's body. He slicked his throbbing shaft and positioned the head at the prepared portal. He pushed just the dome past the guardian muscle and waited for a moment, relishing the feel of the hot, tightness and then surged forward in one fluid motion until buried balls deep. He growled his approval as the sheath rippled its welcome around him. He rocked gently and then began a punishing rhythm of hard, deep strokes, striking Kevin's jewel with each movement. Listening till Kevin began to babble incoherently, pleading for release. "Come now," Stefan bellowed, reaching under Kevin's hips to pull at swollen flesh. He groaned as the shuddering of the body beneath him was accompanied by wet heat over his hand and the tight channel around his cock clenched with brutal intensity. The contractions fractured his control and with a last few feral thrusts he emptied himself into his lover, filling the smaller man with his hot semen. "Love you," he husked, as the last of his seed found its home in Kevin's body. He kissed the nape of Kevin's neck. Licking at the drops of sweat he found. He nibbled languorously across Kevin's shoulders before reaching to unfasten the wrist restraints. He remained on top of his lover until reluctantly expelled from Kevin's body. Then he undid the ankle restraints. He checked and rubbed Kevin's wrists and ankles to ensure his mate was unhurt before rolling the younger man onto his back. Sated, love-filled sienna orbs gazed adoringly into his own smouldering sapphire depths. "I love you, Stefan," Kevin whispered. Stefan devoured his mate's lips, leaving them red and swollen in the wake of his passion. "I love you, too," Stefan smiled. "Now go and prepare a shower for us. Then after we eat, we can watch a DVD together." Kevin's smile was incandescent. If they watched a movie, his lover often played with his body using a toy before taking him a second time. He hurried to the bathroom. Stefan stripped the bed of its protective sheet, replacing it with another, and pushing it, and his work clothes, into a hamper separate from the one the cleaning service were permitted to take. He was pleased to see how much happier his lover was already. He intended for Kevin to know just how loved he truly was. **** The next couple of days passed without mention of any further incidents and soon Friday was upon them. The couple sat in their favourite armchair. Stefan wore his well-worn, black leather assless chaps and Kevin, as normal for them, was naked. Stefan was sharing his drink, feeding his lover from the glass or his own lips as he played with Kevin's beautiful body, the smaller man's erect cock hard and needy. "There has been no further trouble from Drake?" Stefan asked his mate, as their lips parted once more. "No. But he was away for a couple of days," Kevin replied. "If he does or says anything, you will tell me?" Although phrased as a question, the command was implicit and both knew it. "You know I will. I love you." Kevin moaned as Stefan's hand squeezed his engorged flesh before licking the intoxicating elixir that adorned his fingers in response. Stefan captured Kevin's lips in a deep and satisfying kiss and then hugged his mate tightly. "I need to keep you safe," he rasped, feeling his lover shiver in response to the sound of his voice. "Tomorrow I have the day off. We will go to the bookseller you like and see if he has any of your Jeffry Farnol novels." "We will?" Kevin asked in a delighted gasp. "Thank you, Stefan." "Do you want to show me your thanks?' Stefan husked, teasing Kevin's turgid flesh. At the nod, he gave a feral grin. "On your knees and suck me. Do not make me come. When I am ready I will do something about this." He ran his thumb over Kevin's steadily leaking shaft, then lifted the thumb to his lips to lick it clean. Kevin groaned and slid elegantly to kneel between Stefan's splayed thighs. He enjoyed giving his lover this pleasure, relishing the taste and texture of his mate. He suckled slowly at the slit, drinking the pre-come as the treasured liqueur it was. He took the long, thick length, slowly into his mouth, deeper and deeper until his nose was pressed into golden curls and Stefan was moaning his appreciation. He let his throat carefully massage the shaft, remembering his lover's instruction. As soon as he felt Stefan get close to completion, he backed off slowly. He knelt on his heels awaiting his lover's instructions. "Up here," Stefan rasped. "Straddle me." His voice was thick and husky and the raw sound made his lover shiver in anticipation as he obeyed the command. Kevin's cock bobbed elegantly as he positioned himself over Stefan's thighs. He whimpered needily as thick fingers opened him and began to thrust inside his body. The corkscrew motion told Kevin that Stefan was at the edge of his control. Then strong hands were at his hips, helping position him over this lover's solid flesh. He groaned as he felt the swollen cockhead nudge impatiently at his aching void. "Ride me." The command dripped with Stefan's own need. "Hard. Fast." Kevin obeyed unthinkingly. His own arousal was forgotten as he rode his lover as directed. His hands clung to Stefan's shoulders and he rose and fell, squeezing his inner muscles and adding a twist to his hips as he dropped down. A slight shimmy to adjust his angle and Kevin cried out in pleasure as hard flesh dragged across his jewel. Suddenly Stefan's hand was on his throbbing dick and pumping vigorously. "Make me come, Kevin," Stefan bellowed. "Come on my cock. Come for me." Kevin's head dropped back with a wail of his lover's name as his seed adorned the smooth abdomen and chest and he felt Stefan's hot, wet juices pour into his body. Then his face was framed by loving hands and his mouth plundered until he was breathless. Finally balmy blue depths locked with heated hazel. "I love you, Kevin." Stefan held the sated body against his own. He would fight with all he had to keep his lover safe, happy... and his. **** Stefan glanced over at his mate with an indulgent smile. The brunette was diligently scanning the shelves to check for the author of the historical romances he enjoyed. It was not a genre Stefan appreciated, but he enjoyed his lover having the things he liked. In his own hand was a book on Greek cookery. Although cooking at home was Kevin's domain, Stefan was expanding his culinary repertoire, occasionally preparing their meal when he had time off. Both men liked Greek food and, flicking through the book, Stefan could see several of their favourite dishes. "I found one, Stefan," Kevin's voice was breathy and happy. Stefan turned, schooling his face into neutrality. "Are you certain it is one you do not already have? You have so many." The stern voice did not match the merry twinkling in his eyes and he saw the second Kevin realised he was being teased. The brunette swayed closer. "Quite sure. I'll make it well worth your time to buy it." He spoke in a rasping purr, nuzzling close to Stefan's ear. "Imp,' the blond growled, swatting the pert backside as he took the favoured tome. "However, I will keep you to your promise. And tied to our bed," he added, his voice a caress to Kevin's ear. "Do you wish to continue browsing whilst I pay?" He smiled at the nod and the smile on his beautiful lover's face. On his return, Stefan's smile became a snarl. Kevin was hemmed into an aisle by a man taller and slightly broader than Stefan. He effectively blocked Kevin's only way out and Stefan could see the look of worry and trepidation on the beloved face. He instinctively knew who this was. "Let him pass, Drake," he growled, the sound hard and menacing. The other turned and cold, glittering green eyes regarded him dispassionately. He took a step towards Stefan, clearly used to using his height as a means of intimidation. The eyes reflected anger as Stefan neither moved nor changed expression. "So you're the *boy*friend," Drake said sneeringly. "He deserves better; a real man who can really teach him obedience and take care of him." The voice was low and well-modulated. "If he were mine he would be at home now, waiting for me, naked and shackled." "He has exactly what he needs. Now let him pass." Stefan took his own step forward, blatantly invading the other's space, giving Drake the option to move or stand chest-to-chest with Stefan. Their eyes locked; challenger and challenged. "Kevin, go to our coffee shop and order our usual. Go now." Stefan never broke eye contact with Drake as he felt the displacement of air that told him Kevin had obeyed. Kevin hurried past the two men locked in silent, unmoving combat. He knew where he was headed and aimed unthinkingly towards the cafe. His eyes were almost unseeing as the word 'shackled' played over and over in his mind. Automatically he ordered the drinks they always chose and sat, shivering, waiting for his mate to come. He needed the blond. Only Stefan could take away the cold that had taken residence in his veins. Stefan glared at Drake, daring the man to say or do anything to hinder Kevin, but he simply smiled; a movement of his lips that never reached his eyes. "Do you really think *you* have what it takes to keep something as desirable as that?" Drake asked, his voice condescending. "You should have seen his face when he realised I'd seen his collar. I just knew there was something about him the first time I saw him. I bet you didn't even punish him." "He is mine," Stefan said, his voice cold and brittle. "Stay away from him." He whirled on his heel and exited the bookshop without a backward glance. He hurried to the favourite coffee shop. Stefan could see how distressed his lover was as he entered the cafe. He took hold of Kevin's hand and gasped at the chill and the tremors that assaulted the slender frame. "Would you like to go home, love?" Stefan was both angry and saddened that Kevin's day had been ruined. However, he could see there was more than the simple encounter at the bookshop troubling his mate and Kevin would say nothing out in public. He received a nod, Kevin's eyes refusing to meet his and the blond's heart ached whilst his fury simmered. When they reached their apartment, Kevin did not hurry into the bedroom to disrobe or offer Stefan a drink. Instead he walked over to the French windows, staring out and hugging himself. Stefan watched sadly. He walked over and helped his lover take off his jacket. He stood behind the lithe form and wrapped his arms around Kevin's waist, pulling the smaller body close to his own. Pleased at the feel of his lover leaning into his embrace, Stefan tightened the hug. Whatever troubled his mate, at least it had not driven a wedge between them. "I was shackled ... once," Kevin whispered shakily. At the sound of the small, frightened voice, Stefan moved to scoop Kevin into his arms. Although similar in height and build, Stefan worked out regularly at the gym and prided himself on his ability to carry Kevin. He sat them in their chair, hugging his mate close and murmuring soothing sounds into brunette hair. "Terry brought them home," Kevin continued. He had to get this out now. He was not sure he could again if he stopped. It was still terrifying to think about, but Stefan deserved to know ... needed to know. "He said I would like it. I didn't. They were thick metal wrist manacles joined by a chain to ankle restraints. He was going to put my arms behind my back, but I think he saw the panic. Instead, he locked them in front. They were heavy and hard and I hated them. I begged him to take them off. All I could do with them on was shuffle my feet the distance of the chain and lift and lower my arms a short distance. He pushed me to my knees and I knew it would be really hard to stand again. I could see he was getting really turned on the sight of me naked and helpless, but I hated it. I hated it," he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. "As bad as that was, it got worse, he unzipped himself and began lubing his cock and I knew no matter what I said, how much I begged, he was going to take me and I wouldn't be able to stop him. He'd left the key on the coffee table and when he dropped to his knees in front of me, I lashed out, catching him with the manacles. I snatched up the key and managed to unlock my ankle to move. I grabbed the phone and locked myself in the bathroom. As Terry hammered on the door I called the security services and managed to get free of the shackles." Kevin stopped and Stefan rubbed his back in a reassuring gesture. Now the blond understood why his lover had been so freaked out over being retrained. But more, he knew just how much love and trust had been placed in his care that Kevin now enjoyed their mild bondage games. "When security arrived, I came out of the bathroom in a robe and told them I wanted Terry removing from the apartment and he was not to be given access to the building. He tried to tell them that we'd just had a lover's spat and if they left us alone for a few minutes things would be quickly sorted. Unlike with us, I didn't have him as co-owner of the apartment and they refused to listen to him," Kevin stopped to take a shaky breath before continuing. "When he realised they were going to throw him out, he lunged for me and security barely managed to restrain him. It was only when they threatened to call the police that he suddenly went very calm. I couldn't have called them; they'd have seen the chains and believed him and he knew it. He told them with such confidence that he would be back the next day, I could hardly believe it. As soon as he was gone I went round the apartment and packed away anything that was his, including every sex toy he'd made me buy. I posted it all to him; I didn't care about the cost. I didn't go out for a couple of months except to work and back. I even had groceries delivered. I've avoided anywhere he and I used to go. I'd only just been going out for a couple of months before I met you. I'd heard he'd found someone else and moved out of the city." Waiting for Love Ch. 02 Kevin shifted to be able to gaze into Stefan's eyes, his own filled with long-suppressed pain and worry. "Do I give you enough, Stefan? Are you really happy with what we do?" Stefan devoured Kevin's moth before replying. He framed the beloved face and held the anxious gaze with his assured one. "What we do together is *our* choice. I would *never* treat you that way. We do what pleases us *both* or not at all. You give me all I could ever have asked for and more besides. You give me your body, your trust, your love. I am more than happy; I am a very blessed man. Will you let me show you how happy I am?" At the small nod, Stefan urged Kevin to his feet and swept his lover back into his arms. He carried him to their bedroom and slowly denuded the desirable body. Each new patch of bared skin was stroked and kissed until Kevin was naked...panting...needy. Stefan stripped himself rapidly. He placed a long deep kiss to already swollen lips, then nibbled his way down to Kevin's collar. He kissed the symbol of their trust and then sucked a small rose-pink nub into his mouth. He teased the other with his fingers and then alternated between them until they were hard and reddened, tugging at the silver rings adorning them. Stefan dropped to his knees and, to a soft whine from Kevin, took his lover's dripping arousal into his mouth. His hand squeezed and rolled Kevin's sac as his mouth worked his length. His tongue stroked the pulsating vein and probed at the tiny slit and he drank all the pre-come Kevin could offer. Soon that was not enough. He directed Kevin onto the bed and knelt between out-flung thighs. He kissed the hard cock, the drawn up balls and lower to bathe the dusky rosette with tiny kisses and licks. He began to stretch Kevin as he sucked him. Kevin writhed and moaned beneath the blond. It felt like Stefan was showing him he was treasured, desired, loved and the brunette found that as arousing as the physical ministrations to his body. His hips were pumping frantically, Stefan letting him use his mouth and Kevin felt such a rush of love it tipped him over the edge. He screamed his mate's name as talented fingers brushed his sweet spot and a demanding maw swallowed all he had to give. As he lay boneless, his legs were lifted onto strong shoulders and Stefan sheathed himself effortlessly. As he sank fully inside, Kevin found his lips taken and his mouth devoured as hips drove into him with fast, deep strokes. Stefan's arms reached around to cradle him as close as possible and then, within seconds, Stefan's hot seed coated his channel. They panted wetly, sharing each other's breath, neither wanting to break the intimacy of the moment. "I love you with all I am and all I have, Kevin," Stefan vowed. "Never doubt it." "I love you, Stefan, so much, so very much. I need you," Kevin whispered. "Just as I need you, baby," Stefan assured. He gently withdrew from Kevin's body and they nestled so close together that it was impossible to see where one ended and the other began. They whispered words of love and devotion, content to lie and savour the languid afterglow. **** Drake was not so easily deterred. On Monday there was a wrapped gift waiting for Kevin in his office. The brunette handed it unopened to his mate. Stefan opened it after sending Kevin to retire for the night. It contained a Jeffry Farnol novel and the blond's blood boiled to think Drake had been watching his lover. As he joined Kevin in bed, he gathered the lithe form to him tightly. "Who would I speak to in your offices to get to see Drake face-to-face?" Stefan asked. "If you go to Customer Services, they could put a call through to his secretary, but I doubt he'd come out," Kevin replied, drinking in his mate's warmth and strength. He had been more than happy to put the unwanted gift into Stefan's hands and let him deal with it his way. "He will," Stefan said with quiet assurance. "I will warn him one more time." **** Stefan used his most professional manner and winning smile on the young brunette girl behind the desk. "I realise I do not have an appointment, but I assure you that if you pass on the message that Mr Jacob is here with his Jeffrey Farnol book, he will be willing to meet me." Stefan was at his most suave and persuasive and could see the girl was practically melting in the heat of his smile. "I'll see what I can do," the young woman said breathlessly. The blond man was sex-on-legs with a body to die for and a voice that oozed sensual charisma. However, she was not sure that Mr Drake would agree to see him. He was not a man to cross. She had heard that when he was charming, the birds would leave the trees for him, but when angry, it was time to take cover. She was glad she did not work for him. She got through to his secretary and held as the message was relayed. To her surprise she was told Drake himself would come and collect Mr Jacob. She informed the blond who gave her another soul-melting smile. Drake made no attempt to shake Stefan's hand; he just indicated the blond should follow him. Watching the by-play, the young woman shivered. Whatever was between the two men, seeing the looks in their eyes, she was glad it had nothing to do with her. Drake took Stefan into his office and stood in front of his desk, smirking superciliously as he regarded the package. "If my sub had received such a gift, it would be ashes," he said scornfully. "You're pathetic, weak. You should stand aside for a strong Dom to give Kevin what he needs." "This book is not the problem. You are. I did not destroy it because these are no longer in print and they are valuable to Kevin just as he is precious to me." He moved so quickly that he caught the bigger man completely by surprise, ramming the book into his midriff to a grunt of pain. As Drake staggered against his desk, Stefan tossed the book onto it. "Keep away from Kevin. And if I find he is experiencing problems at work because of you I swear you will regret it." As the door to his office closed, hate-filled green eyes glowered menacingly. **** Kevin had a bad feeling, but put on a happy facade. It was two weeks after the book incident, although all Stefan had told him was he had returned the book. In the aftermath, Kevin had caught a couple of glimpses of Drake staring hungrily at him, but the big man kept his distance. He had thought of telling Stefan, but part of him reasoned that there was little his mate could do about looks he was given. Especially when, on the subsequent occasions Drake had been required to speak to him, the older man had been personable and professional even if his green eyes had remained uncannily shuttered. For the last week, Drake had even stopped the looks and Kevin had started to believe the bigger man had lost all interest in him. However, today he and a group of the store's managers were having lunch together, and that included Drake. They were in Stefan's restaurant and the looks the older man was giving him made him very uneasy. Drake seemed to know exactly how to make him uncomfortable. He would stare into Kevin's eyes, lick his lips slowly and more than once, when the opportunity arose, he had stared hungrily at Kevin's crotch. Now he was staring at Kevin whilst running his fingers suggestively up and down the stem of his wine glass. From where he stood supervising the activities in the restaurant, Stefan seethed inwardly whilst retaining a professionally calm facade. The booking had not been made by Drake, but the blond was certain this was the older man's doing. He could see how uncomfortable Kevin was becoming, but to go over would invite unwanted attention from his lover's co-workers. Lunch was brought over by one of the efficient staff. Although Kevin knew the food was good, he could barely taste it as he waited for ... something. He glanced up as a young, slim, devastatingly beautiful, brunette male entered the restaurant. He was immaculately dressed to show off his lithe, almost boyish physique. It seemed as though all eyes were upon the beauty although he seemed to be looking for someone specific. As his eyes found Stefan, his face lit up with an incandescent smile and he rushed over to the blond. As Stefan turned, Kevin was stunned to see him enveloped in a passionate embrace by the younger man and their mouths fused together in a fervent kiss. For a few seconds all of Kevin's insecurities about his place in Stefan's life crashed around him. Was this what... who... the blond wanted in his bed? He felt as though his chest was being crushed and he could barely breathe. Then it was though he could *hear* Stefan's words from the day they had returned from the bookshop. 'Never doubt it.' His eyes flicked to Drake and he saw the triumphant smile. Stefan was taken completely by surprise by the actions of the chestnut beauty and the whistles and claps flustered him even more. As the kiss ended, he pushed the younger man away, his anguished eyes seeking his mate, fearing what he would see. "You *planned* this," Kevin's distraught voice accused as he stood to glare angrily at Drake. Now all eyes were turned in his direction, but he barely noticed. He watched Drake's smile freeze as people turned to look at him. "Why are you doing this?" Kevin no longer cared if people's guesses about his sexuality were right or not. "I love Stefan. Why can't you leave us alone?" Across the room, the brunette had taken a couple of steps away from Stefan when he had seen the look in the oceanic orbs. He could see the pain that was in both men's faces and shame suffused his body. "I'm sorry. Really sorry. I was told this was just going to be a harmless joke. I can see it wasn't." "No," Stefan husked. "Not a joke and not harmless." He was so proud of his lover, he was hardly aware of the brunette's words. "I'll leave. Please don't think too badly of me. I was warned about how manipulative Drake was but thought I knew better. I'm sorry." Stefan spared a quick glance at the brunette beauty and could see how genuinely sorry the other man was. He gave him a quick nod to show he had accepted the apology and then focused all his attention on Kevin. He met his lover halfway as Kevin had left his table to seek the sanctuary of Stefan's arms. He could feel the shaking of the slender form and he caught the eye of his deputy manager. "I'll take care of everything," the younger man said. "Get him out of here, Stefan." "Tell his table he will not be back at work this afternoon. I will come back as soon as possible." The other man shook his head. "Stay with him. He needs you more than we do. We'll manage." Stefan nodded gratefully and ushered his lover through a 'Staff Only' door. "That was unbelievably cruel, Drake," the lone female of the group said as Kevin was whisked away. She glanced up at the young man who appeared at their table. "Mr Jacob sends his apologies," he improvised, "but his partner will not be returning to work this afternoon." "That's quite alright," the woman assured, reaching for her purse. "I'll take care of everything. I would also like my bill. I've lost my appetite." The four other men at the table followed suit, leaving Drake alone and seething. The mouthy little sub had ruined everything. He had expected Kevin to be crushed not furious. His mind worked furiously to calculate his options. They seemed very few. **** Stefan and Kevin did not speak on the way home. The blond cast worried glances over at his mate, but knew they needed to get home. As they barrelled unceremoniously into their living room, Stefan found his arms full of passionate, demanding brunette. Their kisses were hard, fervent, needy and Stefan hardened almost instantly, growling his approval as Kevin's taste replaced that of the other. He manoeuvred them towards the bedroom, tearing at Kevin's clothing to achieve the feel of skin-to-skin he craved. Kevin pushed his mate onto the bed and worked feverishly, his hands shaking, as he fumbled with the fastenings of Stefan's clothes. He was desperate to have his lover as naked as he was, to see and feel Stefan's body. "Yours, yours, yours," he chanted. His mouth paid homage to his mate's nipples and ribs before his nuzzled the thatch of thick blond curls at Stefan's groin. He moaned softly as Stefan moved the erect flesh over his face, leaving trails of pre-come in its wake. Then Kevin was rolled beneath Stefan as the blond loomed over him. "Mine," he growled. He moved to flip Kevin onto his stomach and rumbled approvingly as the brunette's legs parted instantly. He pulled the globes open roughly, shoving his tongue inside as he fumbled for lube. He wanted to be inside his mate as quickly as possible. He pulled Kevin up onto hands and knees as his fingers impaled his lover and his hand pumped hard at Kevin's equal needy cock. Once...twice...Stefan tugged at Kevin's sac to prevent his mate coming. He lubed himself generously, knowing it was going to be a hard ride. He slammed into heated depths to a wail of approval from his mate. The coupling was fast and feral, the most uninhibited they had ever made love. Kevin pushed back to meet every thrust of the bigger man, demanding deeper, faster, harder in inarticulate moans, wails and growls. The air was quickly saturated with the scent of sweat, musk and pre-come and the animalistic sounds of possessor and possessed as well as the rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh. Stefan pulled out of Kevin's body to a shriek of denial. He shoved his lover onto his back, pushing Kevin's knees back to almost touch his shoulders and rammed inside to a shout of approval. Now he could watch Kevin unravel, watch his cock plunge in and out of the willing body. He saw the lust-darkened eyes, the sweat-sheened chest, his lover's smattering of chest hair now damp with their combined heat and the hard, red flesh of Kevin's neglected cock as it left silvery trails over his lover's abdomen. "I love you. You are mine." He repositioned Kevin's legs around his waist, leaning over the smaller body to pin the brunette's wrists in one large hand. Kevin's erection now had the friction of their bellies and Stefan plundered Kevin's mouth over and over as they soared towards a shared zenith. Possessed and possessor, it was suddenly impossible to know who was which. Stefan was buried in heated depths and surrounded by the man he loved, his body, his scent, his love. "Come for me," he growled, gazing into eyes so dark as to be black. Kevin's body tensed at the command, the tendons on his neck straining and then with a cry Kevin came hard, shuddering and moaning his pleasure. At the sight, sound, scent, sensation of his mate's orgasm, Stefan could no longer resist the demands of his own body. He groaned a low, deep guttural sound as Kevin's silken sheath contracted and he let himself fall into his release. His hips pumped arhythmically, emptying his essence into Kevin's body. As the last of his semen left his cock, Stefan bit hard at Kevin's throat. He never marked the younger man where he could be seen, but here, now, he would not be denied. "Mine," he said, huskily, darkly, possessively, as he released the flesh, staring proudly at the bruise. "Yours," Kevin affirmed, softly, lovingly, submissively. Stefan pulled out of his lover's body, noticing the soft hiss and slight wince, but Kevin did not hesitate as he was pulled into protective arms. "Only ever mine," he said, aggressively, passionately, a response to the challenge issued that had been met. He inhaled deeply, relishing their combined, satiated scents and the soft snuffling sounds of his lover sleeping in his arms. When Kevin awoke he would bathe his lover to ease some of the aches. He nuzzled closer, content and secure. **** The next day Stefan could see that Kevin was almost vibrating with suppressed excitement as he sat alongside Stefan's legs. The blond drew the brunette to kneel between his splayed thighs. He caressed the beautiful face and trailed his fingers down to hook into the nipple rings to tug at them. "Is there something you wish to tell me?" Stefan asked with a smile. "Remember Brenda, the only woman of the group yesterday lunchtime?" Kevin asked his face alight with excitement. "She took me aside today and told me that Drake has requested a return to his original office citing as personal problems the reason why he can't settle here. He's likely to be gone within a month. Stefan felt as though a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He caressed his lover's cheeks. "And you are happy?" He teased his mate. "Yes." The single word conveyed a world of emotions and Stefan smiled, his hand reaching for the zip of his work pants. "Show me how happy," he husked and then groaned pleasurably as Kevin bent immediately to obey. **** Stefan smiled as Kevin swayed before him. The club was not their normal scene. If they went out they preferred gay bars. This was an occasional indulgence. It was a discreet D/s club. There were other parts, for those in a more intense relationship, but here it was mostly just drinking and dancing with the Doms displaying their subs. Stefan was dressed in steel-toed biker bots, well-worn denims with his leather chaps and a tight white t-shirt. His eyes raked proudly over his mate. Kevin wore a scoop-necked sleeveless vest that displayed his collar and a new silver slave bracelet fastened to his right biceps. The gauzy material left little to the imagination. The barely-there top was so sheer that the chain linking his pierced nipples was clearly visible. The pants Kevin wore were also of a thin material. The only underwear on his lover was a cockring and sheath combination. The sheath had a small steel circle at the head through which Stefan had threaded a leather tie and so Kevin's hard cock was restrained against his belly. As they danced, Stefan was able to fondle the hard flesh, the freely-swinging balls and follow the trail of the leather tie around his mate's waist. They never stayed at the club for more than a couple of hours. Stefan liked others to see but not touch. He accepted the admiring looks, but growled at any getting too close. Kevin was still a little overwhelmed by the attention he got. However, an hour or so was usually enjoyable for both men. They had been out on the floor for a few dances and now Kevin danced just for Kevin. It was little more than a gentle swaying of his lover's body, but Stefan loved it. As one song ended and another began, Kevin perched on Stefan's knee. He sipped his orange juice and Stefan shared a drink of his gin and tonic. "I need to cool down a little, lover," Kevin rasped, pushing at his sweat-damp hair. "Back in a minute." He grinned happily as he made his way to the men's room. The gentle exhibitionism never failed to get Stefan hard and Kevin wanted nothing more than to be taken home ... and taken. In the wash room, he splashed cold water on his face. As he straightened he glanced in the mirror and gasped at the sight of the man behind him. Kevin tried to move, but a hard fist in his lower back drove the breath from Kevin's body. He was then pulled back against a hard chest and a cruel hand dropped to his groin, squeezing hard. "I leave for my home town tomorrow," Drake's voice was cold and hard as he dragged Kevin towards a cubicle. "I was expected to get a promotion after this move, now I have to start over. James, the pretty boy I had been working on, wouldn't even answer my calls after the restaurant fiasco and all because of a mouthy sub. I couldn't believe you would come to this club. I thought this far too risqué for you two. Since you're here, I'm going to show you what that mouth of yours is really good for." Kevin understood all too well the implication of Drake's words and tried to struggle free. Before they could get any further, Drake gave his own pained cry and his grip was suddenly gone. Kevin turned to see Stefan holding Drake's arms so high up the older man's back that he was forced to stand on tiptoe. Another swift move and Drake was on the floor, Stefan's heavy boot on his cheek. Waiting for Love Ch. 02 "I could have dislocated your shoulders," Stefan's voice was low and deadly in the small space. "It would have taught you not to touch that which belongs to another. I could crush your cheekbone, but Kevin and I like coming here and you are not worth the hassle. Instead you will leave. Now. You will speak to the blond doorman, Michael. You will give him your name. In five minutes I will check with him you are gone. Michael is also from Romania and a friend of mine. If you have not left we will search for you. And you had best pray it is Michael that finds you. I will not be so forgiving next time." As Drake was allowed to stand, the bigger man rushed from the room. Stefan growled his approval and then turned to take his lover in his arms. "Are you hurt?" He asked solicitously. "No, you came in time," Kevin said. The pain from Drake's touches was already forgotten as he nuzzled against Stefan. "You would really have fought for me, wouldn't you?" His voice was tinged with a hint of awe. "Of course. I would do whatever it took to keep you safe and keep you mine." "Take me home?" Kevin asked, rubbing against Stefan's thigh. Arousal had rapidly replaced fear. "Soon. First I ensure Drake left, then we will have one more drink." He caught hold of one of Kevin's hands and lifted it to his lips and nipped at the heel. "Then we will go home and I will show you how much you are mine." He indicated Kevin to precede him Kevin moved from nuzzling at Stefan's throat to obey. If his lover had bent him over the wash basins, he would not have resisted. His eyes were filled with adoration as he watched Stefan stride towards the entrance of the club. He had no doubts now. He really was Stefan's and he would have it no other way.