Page 63 of Sycopation
Ray rose, and Zavier followed him past the berths and into the lounge at the back. He pulled the curtain closed, then turned. Ray was breath and lust and jangling tension. Not exactly where Zavier wanted him to be, but they would work on that. There was time. Right now, though?
“Ray, may I kiss you?”
Shock washed across Ray’s features. He stammered out a reply. “Yes.”
Good. Zavier stepped close, enough to see the wild beating of Ray’s pulse.
“But...why ask?”
“Consent,” Zavier murmured. He cupped Ray’s face with one hand. “Everything tonight has to be something you want.” Heslid his hand against the other side of Ray’s head. “You can say no. You can tell me to stop.” He tilted Ray’s head up and their lips touched.
Ray whimpered.
“Trust that I’ll heed your wishes.” He held Ray’s head firmly between his hands. Brushed a thumb against a flushed cheek.
“I—do trust you.” Ray’s words were warm breath against Zavier’s lip.
“Good. Will you listen to me tonight? Will you obey me?”
Ray was trembling against him. “Yes.”
Zavier kissed Ray, gently at first, letting him stiffen and moan, then relax. Lips moved gently, coaxing, opening, claiming, until Ray’s mouth was his and that hard, lithe body was molded to Zavier’s. That taste, the press of Ray against him put fire into Zavier’s blood. He’d needed this. Wanted it since he’d auditioned. They’d danced and danced for months. Countless days of living with each other. It was time already.
The second time he kissed Ray, it was to claim his mouth. A kiss that pulled whimpers and sighs from him, had him digging his fingers into Zavier’s arms. But it also had him tipping his head back and thrusting his hips against Zavier. Savoring Ray’s desire was a joy. Finally, his hands were where they belonged, playing a different kind of music.
Zavier held Ray’s head with one hand and slid the other down to his ass to pull them tightly together. He drank in Ray’s gasp and groan when Zavier ground their dicks against each other so there’d be no doubt about Zavier’s intent.
They weren’t in high school anymore, and Zavier would have every inch of Ray that was offered to him.
When he broke the kiss, it was only to bite and lick and suck at Ray’s neck until he was twisting and thrusting and shaking in Zavier’s arms. “Oh fuck. Oh god, yes.”
There. Each word cascaded down Zavier. Ray’s pleasure, his need.
The engine turned over, then the bus lurched, sending them both off balance and breaking them apart for a moment.
Zavier laughed. Not the most ideal conditions. But a little space would keep him from getting too far ahead with Ray.
Ray groaned in exasperation. “Cock-blocked by a bus.”
“If you think you’re frustrated now, just you wait.” Zavier grinned.
Ray caught his breath. “I remember. I remember that night.”
So did Zavier. Ray was glorious in obedience and breathtaking to watch come. “This time, we need to set some ground rules.”
A nod and a curious expression. “Like—safewords and stuff?”
So, Ray did know a little bit about BDSM. Zavier sat on the lounge’s couch and patted the cushion next to him. “That’s part of it. Come, sit.”
No hesitation. A good sign. Ray didn’t lean back, so the nerves were still there.
But then, Zavier was nervous, too. This was the hardest part...the beginning. “I want to set some expectations.”
“Okay.”
“This isn’t going to be a love affair. I don’t do relationships.”
Ray’s brows knitted. “But I thought...dominance and submission was a kind of relationship?”
