Every Shade by Nora Phoenix
12
It took a week for Matthew to be up to his old energy levels again, but Jace loved the time they spent together. They hung out, talked, and Matthew shared ideas for future books with him. They watched TV and movies, discovering they had similar tastes. Jace introduced Matthew to Stranger Things and The Mandalorian, and Matthew showed him the wonders of Buffy. It had been a good trade-off.
The snowstorm buried them in almost two feet of snow, but Jace managed to keep the driveway clear with the snowblower. Matthew was upset he couldn’t do anything, but Jace waved his protests away. He didn’t mind, even though his muscles hurt from the exertion the next day.
He demonstrated his blow job skills again and managed to make Matthew beg, an accomplishment he was damn proud of. Once again, Matthew lamented his inability to return the favor. Jace dryly pointed out that getting a massive coughing fit from a blow job was not exactly sexy, and that was that.
Matthew entertained him by sharing his fantasies, all kinds of different scenarios they could act out together. His imagination knew no limits—the Viking and the thou-protesteth-too-much Englishman. Two Scottish clan chiefs secretly meeting, bare asses under their kilts. A neighbor, catching the kid next door spying on him, and teaching him a lesson. Jace had been so aroused he’d jacked himself off in front of Matthew—a first for him. Matthew’s eyes had eaten it all up.
On day eight of his stay, Jace woke up where he’d awoken the six nights before: in Matthew’s bed. Jace was a massive snuggler, but Matthew didn’t seem to mind. He hadn’t commented on anything Jace had done so far—not in a negative way, at least. He’d praised Jace into high heavens for what he’d done in terms of cooking and cleaning and doing laundry, and Jace had loved it. He’d never felt so appreciated in his life.
“Morning,” Matthew mumbled in his ear, his voice deliciously low and sexy.
“Morning. Did you sleep well?”
Matthew kissed his ear. “Never slept better. Love having you in my bed, baby.”
That, too, had changed. What had started as purely sexual, a mutual agreement to keep it light and casual, had grown into much more. Hell, they hadn’t even reached the sexual stage yet aside from those blow jobs, but Jace hadn’t minded at all. Neither of them had said it out loud, but somehow he knew things had changed.
“Love waking up in your arms,” he said with a happy sigh.
“What’s on today’s schedule, my esteemed PA?”
Jace giggled. “I don’t have anything planned, Bossman. It’s Sunday, and I’ve got your social media posts scheduled already, so we’re off from work for the rest of the day…”
Matthew nibbled on his ear lobe, sending shivers down Jace’s spine. “Oh my goodness, whatever will we do with ourselves?”
Jace let out a hum of pleasure as he cuddled closer to Matthew. “Can your lowly PA make a suggestion?”
“Anything, baby. Anything.”
Two hours later, Jace knocked on the bedroom door. “Your Majesty?”
“Enter,” Matthew called out, sounding positively arrogant.
Jace’s stomach fluttered as he opened the door, completely naked. “Your humble servant, Your Majesty.”
He peeked from underneath his eyelashes. Matthew lay spread out on the bed, as naked as Jace was, pillows supporting him on every side. His face was harsh, like the cruel emperor he was playing, but warmth shone from his eyes.
“Finally,” Matthew snapped. “I’ve been waiting forever. On your knees, slave. I want to see you crawl.”
Jace instantly dropped to his knees. He’d never thought himself submissive, not in the traditional way anyway, but the humiliation of what he was doing made him hard as a rock. His cock bobbed as he crawled toward the bed. “Yes, Your Majesty.”
“Silent, slave. Your mouth isn’t for talking. It’s just to shove my cock in.”
Oh god, that was hot as fuck. Who would’ve thought he was into humiliation? Well, a little anyway and maybe only because he knew this wasn’t real. But still, the pretending thrilled him, and he had never felt so alive.
He kneeled next to the bed, then waited. “Ride me, slave,” Matthew ordered casually. “I’m too lazy to do the work, so you’ll have to do it for me.”
He forced himself to stay silent as he climbed onto the bed. Matthew’s eyes probed him, giving him the gentlest of nods as Jace sent him a half smile to signal he was okay. Hell, he was way more than okay. If he had known how hot this shit was, he would’ve tried it years ago.
He’d prepped himself well, at Matthew’s urging, and so Matthew’s command didn’t surprise him. He’d known Matthew might not be up to a whole lot of physical exercise yet. Matthew looked at him impassively as Jace lifted his leg.
“Don’t face me. I want to see your ass, not your face. You were selected for your bubble butt, slave. Show me how it swallows my fat cock, how you get split wide open…”
The man knew how to use words, that was for sure. Jace’s cheeks heated as he turned around and straddled him. Matthew’s hard cock bumped against his ass, already slipping between his slick crack. He reached behind him and positioned himself, taking a deep breath.
It should feel impersonal, getting fucked like this, and yet it didn’t. Matthew had asked three times if Jace was sure he was okay with it, but he truly was. It felt right, that they’d start this way, that they’d carry out what they had fantasized about together. They’d shared their latest test results, allowing them to go bare, and Jace was so ready for this.
Matthew’s cock pressed against Jace’s hole, and he bore down, letting him in. He lowered himself steadily, his body welcoming the intrusion like an old friend. He bit his lip, but a moan slipped out anyway.
Matthew immediately picked up on it, of course. “You’re a slut for my cock, aren’t you, slave?”
Should he answer? No, he wasn’t allowed to speak. But oh, he wanted to. He wanted to answer that hell yes, he was. He’d been looking forward to this for a week, and he wasn’t ashamed of it.
“Mmm, yes. Such an innocent face, but we know better, don’t we, slave? We know you’re a needy one, so desperate for my cock that you’ll do anything for it…”
Jace’s body trembled as he rose and sank back down, the tip of Matthew’s cock dragging along his prostate, sending tingles all through his ass. He did it again, then again, and then he fucked himself on that cock, abandoning any pretense that he wasn’t chasing his own release.
Matthew snapped his hips, driving deep inside him, and Jace’s eyes crossed. Glory hallelujah, the man really did know how to use that amazing cock. They worked in tandem now, Matthew meeting his downward moves with hard upward thrusts, flesh slapping against flesh. They were both panting, and for a fleeting second Jace worried about it being too much for Matthew, but then his own pleasure took over again.
His cock leaked, slapping against his stomach every time he sank down. He grabbed it with his right hand, but Matthew’s hand shot out, circling his wrist. “Nuh-uh, slaves don’t get to pleasure themselves. Hands off.”
Was he fucking serious? The question burned on his lips, but he held it back. He wouldn’t break character, not the first time they did this. He gritted his teeth as he pulled his hand back. He was so damn close, just three, four tugs away from coming…
Matthew drove inside him again, his body trembling underneath Jace’s. Then his hands dug into Jace’s hips, locking him into place as Matthew thrust fast and deep. “Ungh… Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…” he called out, and then he came, spurting his warm load deep inside Jace.
It almost sent him over the edge. How had he never known how hot going bare was? He sneaked his hand toward his cock again, but Matthew was faster. “I said no!”
Goddammit, was Matthew not gonna let him come? In what universe was that fair? He was nowhere near submissive enough to accept that, and he opened his mouth to protest, but then Matthew said, “You brought me pleasure, slave. You deserve a reward. Turn around.”
He’d never moved faster. A smile crossed Matthew’s face. Matthew totally broke character, but it didn’t matter to Jace. By now, he was ready to beg or do whatever it took to be able to fucking come.
Matthew chuckled. “Come here, slave.” He patted his mouth. “Feed me your cock.”
Hell to the fucking absolutely yes. Jace scooted forward and, when Mathew opened his mouth, sank his cock inside the man’s mouth. He wouldn’t go too deep, but oh god, that felt amazing. He slowly rocked his hips, sliding his cock in and out of Matthew’s mouth.
“You have a talented mouth, Your Majesty,” he teased.
Matthew slapped his ass in what Jace assumed was a “you’re not allowed to talk” signal, but fuck if he cared. That warm, hot mouth was heaven, and he wanted to stay there forever, but after not even a minute, he spilled his load, half in Matthew’s throat and the rest over his lips and chin. Damn if that didn’t look good on him.
Matthew licked his lips, and the smile that spread across his face told Jace they were done playing. He climbed off him, then stretched out next to him. Before he could say a word, Matthew grabbed his neck and pulled him against him. His lips were firm and hot, skipping the tentative foreplay and going straight for their target. Jace moaned as he opened up and let him in, tingles exploding in his belly when their tongues met. He tasted himself on Matthew’s tongue and eagerly lapped up his cum, sucking on his tongue and chasing him until every last drop was gone.
Matthew pulled him on top of him, and Jace spread his legs, content to slowly rock his pelvis against Matthew’s belly, smearing his sticky cock all over him. Whatever. They’d take a bath afterward.
The kiss slowed down and became lazy, two people exploring each other’s mouth. Matthew’s firm hands kneaded Jace’s ass, teasing his still wet crack, even sinking two fingers deep inside him and dragging cum out when he pulled them out again.
“That was so hot,” Matthew finally whispered, both their mouths swollen from kissing. “You were so hot.”
“You liked me as your slave, huh?”
Matthew’s eyes softened, and instead of the heat and passion from before, they glowed with something infinitely more tender. “I can’t think of a role I wouldn’t like you in.” .
