could check in, Jae had wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him back into his lap. He worked the Fleshlight up and down, doing the work while Tim squirmed and bucked in his hold. It felt even better this way, just giving in and letting Sir take care of him. Good, because the bed was getting louder than his moans with them both moving.
“So good,” he gasped loudly. “Oh fuck, Sir. I’m close.”
Jae snarled, his voice as passionate as Tim felt. “Good, good boy. Come nice and loud for me.”
Tim couldn’t refuse that request, not as close to the edge as he was. He met the toy for two, three more thrusts, and then he felt everything explode and rush out of his body. He swore his voice broke with the cry that poured out of his mouth, and he barely heard Jae’s answering groan over it.
He collapsed against Jae, twitching and gasping as Jae pulled the toy free and set it back on the nightstand. Jae wrapped both of his arms tightly around him, and Tim shamelessly snuggled back. In that space surrounded by boxes and boxes, he was warm and safe.
“How do you not feel completely claustrophobic sleeping in here?” Jae asked quietly after they both had a moment to catch their breaths.
Tim shrugged. “Gotta put the shit somewhere. Wish I could live with even less space so I can bring the boxes from my office in here.”
“Don’t let Dad hear you say that. He’ll tell you about the apartment he lived in when he was in Tokyo for college. It always gets smaller every time he tells it.”
“It took some getting used to, but you do what you gotta do, right?” Tim pressed his nose against Jae’s neck. “God, I missed this.”
He tightened the hug. “I know, pet. I was going nuts with wanting you.” Jae shifted, and the mattress creaked. “So how do you manage to sleep on this? The noise would keep me up half the night.”
“So that means you won’t be staying over, then?” Tim asked, half-joking. The mattress would not fit the two of them unless they slept exactly like this. Tim hadn’t exactly decorated with having company in mind when he first set the place up.
“I can’t. Surprised I haven’t gotten a call asking where I wandered off to.”
“How’d you manage to escape, anyway?”
Jae sighed. “I lied. Had to get edits to my client right away.”
Tim sat up a little and glanced at Jae over his shoulder. “And that worked?”
“I didn’t stick around long enough for them to remind me that e-mail is a thing.” Jae grinned sheepishly. “It’s a weird writer-for-a-living thing, right?”
Jae cupped Tim’s cheek and murmured. “Are you going to be alright? They’re only here for a couple of more days.”
At least both sets of parents would be heading out the day of the Leather Ball. Then they could have Jae’s bed with no worries.
Except for Max. And just like that, the calm and peace of orgasm and being held close vanished.
Jae pulled him back into the circle of his arms before he noticed his own shudder. “Tim, it’s going to be alright. I’ll be there with an eye on you. He won’t get anywhere near you if I have anything to do about it.”
“It’s not that I’m worried about him hurting me. He can’t do more than he’s already done,” Tim grumbled.
“And since no one’s said anything about telling you to stay away, I think he’s not telling anyone about it either.”
Tim covered his face with his hands, trying to stem off the sudden well of fear. “But he could. He could. He says I ruined his life. He could very well ruin mine.”
Suddenly he had to get up. Do something. Anything. He couldn’t just sit and shake like a puppy left out in the rain.
He broke the hold and got on his feet. With Jae calling behind him, Tim went to the kitchen area, yanking the dishwasher open. He started unloading the machine, barely paying attention until Jae took a glass out of his hand. “Tim!”
“What?” Tim tried to keep the growl out of his voice. Barely. “I can’t
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