Page 61 of The Dom with the Kink Monsters

Mack was shuddering beneath him, his body tense, about to come.

“Answer me!” he bellowed.

“Yes, fuck, yes.” Mack’s cock started to twitch hard, his ass pulsing. His cry of pleasure was helpless and vulnerable. Come spilled onto Ramsay’s hand just as he reached the brink himself, his world narrowing to focus only on the pounding of his cock into Mack’s grasping hole. Ramsay’s muscles locked and his mind blanked at the violent eruption of his body as he came.

*

The women were sound asleep, a lovely tangle of arms and legs on the love seat. He and Mack had discussed moving them to the bed, but it seemed a shame to rob themselves of such pretty scenery.

Mack sat on the couch next to him, freshly showered and back in his jeans. He smelled good, somehow making the shampoo that Ramsay and Saya had in the shower smell different. It had been difficult for Ramsay not to follow him in there, but it was takingthings too far. Too soon.

It was also an effort not to be apologetic, as though he’d accidentally fallen on him repeatedly, when he happened to be naked, rather than having had consensual sex. Mostly consensual.

They watchedMythbusters, discussing how they’d do things differently. Ramsay got each of them a beer and they drank and chatted like two regular guys, hanging out at five in the morning.

Maybe sleeping would be a good idea, eventually, but they needed to talk first. How did he start this kind of conversation?

He cleared his throat nervously. “You know earlier when you said that you thought I felt something for you, but that you were wrong?”

Mack didn’t look away from the television, but Ramsay could tell he held all of his attention. “Yeah. It was nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

“It wasn’t nothing.” Jeez. Was he going to talk to a dude about his feelings? This went against all the how-to-hang-out-with-guys training he’d ever gotten. Next he’d be chatting with strangers at the urinal. Not cool. He sighed, but this needed to be said. “I was an...”Don’t say ass! He’s still having enough trouble sitting down.“Idiot. This is weird for me, but that’s not an excuse. You don’t deserve to be treated like garbage just because the situation weirds me out.”

“Because I’m a guy.”

“Yes, because you’re a guy! I always thought I was straight, until we wrestled that one night. For that matter, I’m not sure I’m not straight. There’s just something about you that I can’t walk away from. I’ve never thought of myself as being homophobic, but maybe I am.”

Mack glanced at him briefly, then back at the TV. Ramsay felt relieved. Sometimes serious discussions were easier without eye contact. “I...it’s not just sex for me, with you. I know you don’t feel the same way, and that you don’t even want to want me, but I figured I’d put that out there. I’m sure I’ll get over it eventually, so just ignore me if I get weird for a bit.”

The dark fringe of Mack’s lashes fluttered as he blinked at the television a few times. Ramsay slid closer to him on the couch. He knew how to comfort Saya when he’d fucked up, but this was a guy. But then, thumping him manfully on the back didn’t seem appropriate to the situation either.

Ramsay decided to go with his gut feeling. He grabbed Mack by the shoulder and tipped him until he was stretched out on the couch with his head in Ramsay’s lap. A spark of sexual energy almost ruined his intent, but he ignored it, then ran his fingers through Mack’s short, dark hair. Mack pretended to watch TV, but Ramsay could feel the tension in his body. He traced the line of Mack’s jaw with two fingers, then followed his jugular down the side of his neck, fascinated by the twitch of muscle and tendon, so strong compared to a woman’s. Had he always been interested in touching men, and just repressed it because of social expectations? Was he really bi?

He thought back. Thought about the guys at the garage, friends in high school. None of those memories had held any secret attraction for him. He’d never wanted to kiss his science partner or bang Jack in the break room at work. There had never been a fascination with a male actor or singer, or some sports figure.

This was all about Mack.

He had to say something. Letting Mack think his feelings were stupid and completely unreciprocated was mean, especially since it wasn’t entirely true.

There was a moment when he thought he should choose his words carefully, but nothing seemed to be right – to explain that he did care, but that at this point he couldn’t give him any guarantees.

Finally, he grimaced to himself and dove in. “I don’t think I want you to get over it.”

There was a breathless silence and Mack shivered under his hand.

“What do you mean?”

“Only that. It’s all I can give you for now, Mack. Just don’t give up on me yet.”

Chapter Eleven

“All hail the conquering heroes,” Luther crowed as they entered Sprawl. “I’m surprised you four remembered to come back and pick up your shit, considering.”

Mack jammed his hands in his coat pockets, reminding himself there was no way he could know what he did with Ramsay the night before. How could the bar owner be so chipper this early? He felt hung over, even though he’d only had the two drinks, and he still ached deep inside. They hadn’t slept much, either. Eventually they’d tucked the girls into bed and cuddled up behind them. Trying to squish all four of them into the queen-size bed wasn’t comfortable, but they hadn’t had long to sleep, anyway.

“The guy jumping the stage was a little disturbing, Luther, but it wasn’t exactly traumatic enough to keep us from picking up our equipment.”

Law frowned and shook his head. “What? Not that. Haven’t you guys been online today?”

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