Did they know what he was doing?
Calen knew what he was doing. The only sound from the next stall was the splash of water against the floor. He could almost picture Calen trying to be as still as possible so he could hear Brent’s orgasm. Just the thought that Calen was listening kept the pleasure coursing through him.
When his orgasm had finally stopped, his cock was sensitive and his nipples were puffy and tender. He felt like he’d been hit by a train. Pushing away from the wall, he stood under the spray and let the water run over him. Pumping the button that released soap from a little dispenser on the wall, Brent worked on cleaning his body.
He’d been in the shower long enough that even if no one had heard him, they would still think it was strange. Quickly moving through his routine, Brent rinsed and turned off the water. Drying himself, he tried not to guess what Calen was going to say.
Would he tease Brent?
Would he ignore it just to make Brent crazy?
Had he found it erotic?
There were too many questions. As Brent wrapped his towel around his waist and pushed the shower curtain aside, he was surprised to see a dressed Calen leaning against the wall across from the stalls.
His body was resting casually, but his expression was intense and his eyes filled with desire. Brent felt his cock try to make a valiant effort to respond even though he’d already come. Something about the way Calen looked at him made him think that the man was barely hanging on to his control.
“You follow directions well, subbie. Very good.”
Brent tried to fight the blush that he knew was starting to heat his face. He wasn’t sure how to respond. Not hearing anything coming from the other parts of the locker room, he looked down at the floor then peeked up through his lashes giving Calen the same innocent slut expression he’d liked before.
“Thank you, Sir.”
Calen shook his head like Brent wasn’t fooling him, but he reached down to adjust his cock, so Brent knew he wasn’t completely unaffected. “Get dressed. I’ll meet you out front, but you’ve only got a few minutes. I’m starving.”
The way Calen said it told Brent that his Dom was hungry for more than food. Was he next on the menu, or were they really only going to talk? He couldn’t wait to find out.
CHAPTER 7
Calen
Sitting across from Brent at the diner was trying Calen’s patience. He’d spent all night dreaming of the sexy sub, and all morning at the gym watching his body move and strain. He was quickly coming to his breaking point. What pushed him right to the edge was listening to Brent pleasure himself in the shower.
He didn’t jerk off efficiently and get it over with. No, he drew it out. Calen had nearly climbed over the wall to get to him. And he didn’t even seem to realize how sexy it had been. Brent had tried to be quiet, but the little moans and gasps had given him away. Calen had wanted to go peek around that curtain so bad, but he knew they weren’t ready for that yet.
Conversation first, then he’d get to see Brent naked and hard.
Calen thought that doing it the other way around would probably be jumping the gun a little—even if Brent wouldn't have complained. Eventually, he’d have Brent recreate that scene so he could watch. They’d probably have to do it in a more private setting so they wouldn’t get arrested, though.
“What are you grinning about?” Brent was giving him a quizzical smile as he looked over the menu.
“You.” Calen didn’t even try to hide his arousal.
Brent shook his head and went back to looking for breakfast, but Calen could see the smile in his eyes and the way his lips were trying to turn up. He might have been attempting to look calm, but Brent didn’t seem to mind Calen’s desire.
Setting his menu down, Calen leaned against the table, grinning. “I was thinking that I was going to have to make you do that again soon but somewhere I could watch next time.”
Brent coughed and gave Calen an embarrassed grin before glancing around. “I’m not sure how to respond to that.”
“All you need to say is ‘yes, sir’ because as long as our talk goes like I think it will, it wouldn't be up to you.” Calen gave Brent a wicked grin that he knew hinted at all the naughty thoughts going through his head. “Would it?”
Brent went back to looking over the menu again, but shook his head. “No. It wouldn’t. I would prefer that you decide those kinds of things.”
So he wanted to go for the G-rated version of this conversation; Calen could work with that. At least, until they left the restaurant. “I would prefer that as well. And just to make myself clear, you would need permission foranyof those types of activities. There will be noprivate activitieswithout asking first.”
Brent’s eyes widened a little and Calen could see his pupils flare. He understood exactly what Calen meant, no masturbating without permission, and it looked like he didn’t have a problem with that at all. “I assumed you would prefer something like that. I have no problems with that. I would like some rules spelled out in more detail, eventually. I like to know boundaries.”
“I agree, that would be important as well. We can have specifics detailed later on today.”
