Page 51 of A Different Form of Oxygen
Twenty-nine
Gavin
After I bury the roses deep in the trash can, the tension in the room dissolves. Ben is back to smiling my way while I carry our bags to the room. He stays behind me, taking in his surroundings, running his hand over the hand-carved oak furniture. I do doubt the side table appreciates the touch of his warm fingers the way my skin does. The loosened floorboards beneath my feet remind me the cabin isn’t as new as it appears on the outside. The place is the exact same from when I last came here. Welcoming with simple and tasteful decor, and the strong smell of oak in the air from all the hand carved pieces of furniture. Pictures of nature litter the walls and knitted blankets cover the ottomans, sofas, and bed, giving the place a homier touch. There is only one bed but lucky for us, we only need one.
The thought of sharing a bed with Ben in a new place makes me smile. I used to come here alone to escape a life of work and worry. I would sit there on a boat in the lake with a fishing pole in hand for hours when Kyle first left me. Coming here this time is different. I’m here with Ben, and he is the only thing from my life at home I wanted to bring with me. The bags fall from my hand onto the firm mattress. The floorboards creak behind me.
“This is quite the cute little place and look, there’s only one bed. Is this where you plan on seducing me, Gavin Bentley?” His fluttering eyelashes and flirty grin has my cock going hard.
A smirk plays on my face. “That’s one of many places.”
“Are you going to use those cuffs in your bag to tie me up and have your way with me?”
“You were going through my bag, were you? Sounds like someone’s been a naughty boy. Since I brought you here to get you away, I’ll let you off with a warning.”
“What happens when I get to strike three?” he asks in a syrupy voice, walking slowly toward me with moves of pure seduction.
I don’t even bother hiding my body’s reaction from him. I want him to know exactly what he does to me and how much I want him. “I have a feeling you’ll be finding out very soon.”
“Will it have to do with those handcuffs?”
My eyes fall to his soft and smooth wrists wrapped in tattoos. “Do you like the idea of being tied up?”
He bites his lower lip, eyes darkening with arousal. The bulge in his pants tells me he isn’t opposed to the idea. “I’ve tied men up, but never the other way around. I think I’d like being tied up by you.”
I walk toward him quickly, not giving him a chance to move or speak, crashing my mouth against his. Warm-wet lips press against mine, tasting of cherry and Ben. I want to drink in every bit of him. Tongues lashing against each other and the taste of his mouth mixing with mine adds a spike of desire warming my whole body. Ben’s wandering hands slide under the confines of my jeans and underwear, raising the fire within me, igniting the flames. In no time, I have his body pressed against the wall as my fingers graze the cleft between his ass cheeks, causing him to shudder.
“Maybe we don’t need to eat dinner; food is overrated,” he says, breathing heavily.
My smile stretches against his lips. “I always did enjoy a nice appetizer.”
I drop to my knees, something I don’t do often, but I know it’s what Ben needs. With one quick tug, I yank his jeans down his hips, taking his underwear with them. The precum already forming on his tip has me licking my lips. Ben’s eyes remain closed, his head falling back against the wall, slipping his bottom lip between his teeth. I peer up at him.
“Do you trust me, baby?” I whisper from below.
His green eyes meet mine and he nods. “I do.”
I get to my feet, pulling the belt from my jeans, making it into a belt handcuff. “This is just to hold your hands in place; remember you can always change your mind.”
He nods breathlessly. “Green.”
“Good boy. You’re doing so well.” I press a soft kiss to his cheek before reaching for his hands. His eyes watch me as I slip the soft, worn leather over both of his hands, pulling it tight enough around his wrists to keep them restrained but not tight enough to cause discomfort. His eyes are heavy with desire and I can tell he is loving this as much as I am.
“Keep your wrists above your head and against the wall. Remember to always use your stop light colors, baby. This all stops when you say it does.”
He nods, breathing heavier than before. I drop back to my knees, coming face-to-face with his hard-straining cock. I swipe my tongue over his wet slit, enjoying the salty taste. Running my tongue from tip to base before taking the head of his cock into my mouth, licking and sucking. I work my mouth all the way down his shaft and his moans are loud enough to fill the room. My head bobs up and down his long length, and his body desperately moves against my mouth as he gets closer to the edge. The warmth of his cum shooting down my throat has me yanking out my own painfully hard cock, and in only a few strokes I am coming right behind him, spilling my release between his legs onto the wooden floor. I slip myself back into my pants, zipping them up before standing. The expression on his face is freeing, no sign of worry anywhere, like all the weight he had been carrying around for the last year had been lifted off his shoulders.
I cover his mouth with my own, slipping my tongue between his parted lips. Our tongues intertwine and his half naked body is pressed against mine, almost making me go hard again. “You see how good you taste?”
“Everything tastes good coming from your mouth,” he whispers against my lips. “Can you untie me, please, Papi, so I can pull my pants back up? Seems unfair you have pants on, and I don’t.”
I laugh. “I think I much prefer you this way. Maybe you being naked all the time should be a new rule when we get back home.”
I bring his wrist down from over his head, pulling the belt loose as he slips his hands out. I bring his wrists to my mouth, pressing gentle kisses over the light lines from the edges of the belt. He stretches his wrists out before bending down to pull up his underwear and pants in one move.
“I didn’t realize you were so handy with a belt.”
I pull him in for one more kiss. “Sometimes you need to be creative in any way you can, but I think next time we will use something softer and more comfortable for you,” I say before taking his hand in mine. “Come on, I’m taking you for dinner to this cute little seafood restaurant nearby. We can worry about the mess later.”
