“Well, this looks better. A well-fucked boy and a happy Dom,” Mack says.
“Yes, this is better,” Colton says dryly.
“Good. You two need time to get comfortable with each other. Take the time off and if you need longer, let me know and I’ll tell the director.”
“I barely got him home last time before he had to leave.”
Mack scoffs. “That won’t happen again. I’ll deal with Fein. He wants Graham to be healthy and to go on missions. He wants to get the two of you into the field ASAP. The stronger your bond, the quicker that happens. Also, your transfer is done. You are now released from military duty and part of Whitestone. Congratulations. Take Graham home and get him settled.”
Graham follows Colton off the jet and to the parking lot. He gets into Colton’s car, and Colton reaches past him to fasten his seat belt. Raising his hands, Graham touches Colton’s chest like he’s making sure he’s real. Colton gets the belt secured and pulls away, kissing Graham quickly on the lips before shutting the door.
Graham is asleep before they leave the parking lot.
He wakes up in the dark of a parking garage. Where the hell are they?
“We’re here. Wait for me to help you,” Colton says as he turns off the car. He undoes Graham’s seat belt and gets out, goes tothe door and helps Graham out even though he doesn’t need it. It’s hard to focus on anything and he blinks again and again. The heat of Colton next to him makes him moan and he wishes he could put his arms around him and drag him closer. Graham’s cock is hard, his balls feel full and achy, and deep in his ass there are spasms, weird and uncomfortable. If only Colton would fuck him, he’d feel better.
Colton takes out the key to the cuffs and unlocks them. Graham flexes his wrists.
“Gum,” he says and holds out a hand.
Graham hesitates. Is he just supposed to spit it into his hand? Graham drops his head, presses his lips to Colton’s palm, and kisses it. Then he slips the gum out of his mouth and into Colton’s hand. It’s in the same shape it’s supposed to be.
“Good boy,” Colton murmurs, and a hand on Graham’s chest shoves him back against the car. Colton keeps his hand there, fingers pressing bracingly into Graham’s sternum while his other hand goes down to Graham’s cock and gives him a rough squeeze. Then Colton’s hand goes back to the plug in his ass, pressing against it harder and harder until Graham shifts onto his tiptoes to try to get away.
A low groan escapes him and he lets his heels drop back to the ground, accepts that it hurts, that Colton wants this. He feels like there’s hot gold running through his veins and his muscles.
“There you go. Beautiful boy. You feeling good now?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Colton gives them a moment, watching Graham in the near dark of the garage. Finally, he nods. “Let’s go, baby.” He holds out a hand and Graham grips it with both of his, like he’s still cuffed, following along close to Colton.
They go upstairs and into a townhouse. It has a good feel to it and Graham finds himself looking at surfaces and places he could be fucked on, like over that blue couch for example, ormaybe he’d be on his knees on that nice Turkish rug. Later he’ll wonder if it was decorated for comfort or looks, but for now it just feels like Colton, and so he wants to stay and be of use. Colton takes him to the kitchen and gets him a glass of orange juice and then makes him eat some almonds.
He comes back to himself in stages. Realizes the room around him is becoming sharper, his arousal more manageable as he surfaces from being down so far. He’s still calm and relaxed and receptive, still feels a whole-hearted need to get fucked and used by his Dominant, but he’s himself again and he’ll have more of a choice to make if he wants to obey now instead of just doing it.
“Whose house is this?” Graham asks.
“Mine.”
“But don’t you have to be on base?”
“I do. But there’s enough money for me to have my house, so I do,” he says and shrugs like it isn’t a big deal.
“So you’re rich.”
“Come on,” Colton says and finishes giving him the tour. Kitchen and living room on the ground floor, bedrooms on the second floor, and the third floor is empty. Which seems bizarre.
“Huh.”
“What?”
“Thought you’d have a playroom.”
“I don’t bring subs here. Family and friends only. Not people I’m domming. Not until you,” he says, putting a hand on Graham’s shoulder and squeezing tight. “But I wouldn’t be averse to turning it into a playroom for us. We can discuss it on Tuesday.”
“What happens on Tuesday?” His shoulder tingles from Colton’s touch, the plug suddenly uncomfortable and he’s clenching around it. It’s deeply unsatisfying and too hard.
