to come here and do that for me?"
Charles moved faster than he'd expected, strong hands tearing Gray's clenching, clutching fingers
away from his body, pinning his wrists to the bed as Charles straddled him, all hot skin and
angry, haunted eyes.
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Gray lay still, looking up at him. "Want you."
"You do, don't you."
Charles sat back, releasing him, and Gray moaned in disappointment. "Charles -- God."
A finger tapped against his mouth. "Lesson one. You don't argue."
"Lesson?" Hope flared. "You mean you're going to..." Gray waved his hand vaguely and Charles rolled his eyes.
"Oh, you're so very ready for this, aren't you?" he mocked. "Christ, Gray, you're out of your depth. Admit it."
"More than you were?"
"Yes." Charles nodded, moving off Gray and walking over to a bureau. "Far more. By the time I'd got to the stage you're at, I'd been with Alan for six months and I was ready for it." He opened a
drawer and took out two silk ties, drawing them through his fingers and studying them with an
abstracted frown.
"Are you going to tie me up?" Gray hoped that Charles hadn't heard the quaver in his voice
because the chances were good that he'd interpret it as nerves when the truth of the matter was
that Gray was so close to coming that the touch of the cool, slithery silk would probably be all it
took.
"Would you like that?"
Cool, dry voice. Classroom voice. Fuck.
"Think so," Gray managed to say, completely incapable of looking away from the dark blue and
green lengths twined around Charles' fingers.
"You trust me?"
He gave that some thought but there was only one answer. "Yes."
Charles sighed. "I wish you'd said 'no'. It would have made it so much easier."
Gray dug around in his memory of porn movies. "I get a -- a safe word. Don't I?"
"I'm astonished that you know even that much. Yes. What will it be?" His voice was light,
verging on bored, but Gray could see the tautness across Charles' shoulders. He was wound tight.
Drawing Closer - 69
"Uh... roses?"
That got a chuckle. "Clever. Very well."
Gray held still, waiting, forcing himself to breath in a regular, slow rhythm as Charles casually
tethered his wrists to the bed frame. He could feel the rub of the silk and the press of the knot
but neither was uncomfortable, although he could tell that his arms would be aching before long.
It didn't escape him that the bed frame seemed almost designed for this, with convenient curlicues
of metal that offered plenty of anchor points.
"There," Charles said softly. "You're tied and hard and wanting. That's something I wanted to do to you."
"You're not going to stop there, are you?"
Charles shook his head. "Unless you tell me to," he added. "But while I have you at my mercy, we're going to get a few things clear."
"Go on."
"This is to satisfy your curiosity." Charles patted Gray's erection. "And take care of this, as you seem to think I caused it."
"You did."
"Be quiet, or I'll get a third tie and gag you."
Gray's whole body heated and he whimpered and squirmed, a tiny sound, a small movement,
both beyond his control. "Oh, fuck, Charles, don't say stuff like that!"
Charles' eyes widened in what looked like surprise, but his voice was cold. "You don't come
without permission when you're like this, Gray. Is that understood?"
"Really not helping ..."
"Really don't care. Control yourself."
Gray clenched his fists and felt the sharp tug of the silk bite deep. It hurt just enough to clear his
head but the promise inherent in feeling how effectively he was held tipped the balance back and
he moaned again, louder this time.
"Do you have anything you want to ask me?"
Gray gathered his thoughts. "Something confusing me."
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"Go on."
"This Alan -- he was into being in charge?"
"Mm."
"Like you are?"
Charles nodded.
"So how come... I mean, how did that work? Both of you...?"
"What? Oh!" Charles shook his head. "It wasn't like that. We didn't -- oh, this is going to
Charles moved faster than he'd expected, strong hands tearing Gray's clenching, clutching fingers
away from his body, pinning his wrists to the bed as Charles straddled him, all hot skin and
angry, haunted eyes.
Drawing Closer - 68
Gray lay still, looking up at him. "Want you."
"You do, don't you."
Charles sat back, releasing him, and Gray moaned in disappointment. "Charles -- God."
A finger tapped against his mouth. "Lesson one. You don't argue."
"Lesson?" Hope flared. "You mean you're going to..." Gray waved his hand vaguely and Charles rolled his eyes.
"Oh, you're so very ready for this, aren't you?" he mocked. "Christ, Gray, you're out of your depth. Admit it."
"More than you were?"
"Yes." Charles nodded, moving off Gray and walking over to a bureau. "Far more. By the time I'd got to the stage you're at, I'd been with Alan for six months and I was ready for it." He opened a
drawer and took out two silk ties, drawing them through his fingers and studying them with an
abstracted frown.
"Are you going to tie me up?" Gray hoped that Charles hadn't heard the quaver in his voice
because the chances were good that he'd interpret it as nerves when the truth of the matter was
that Gray was so close to coming that the touch of the cool, slithery silk would probably be all it
took.
"Would you like that?"
Cool, dry voice. Classroom voice. Fuck.
"Think so," Gray managed to say, completely incapable of looking away from the dark blue and
green lengths twined around Charles' fingers.
"You trust me?"
He gave that some thought but there was only one answer. "Yes."
Charles sighed. "I wish you'd said 'no'. It would have made it so much easier."
Gray dug around in his memory of porn movies. "I get a -- a safe word. Don't I?"
"I'm astonished that you know even that much. Yes. What will it be?" His voice was light,
verging on bored, but Gray could see the tautness across Charles' shoulders. He was wound tight.
Drawing Closer - 69
"Uh... roses?"
That got a chuckle. "Clever. Very well."
Gray held still, waiting, forcing himself to breath in a regular, slow rhythm as Charles casually
tethered his wrists to the bed frame. He could feel the rub of the silk and the press of the knot
but neither was uncomfortable, although he could tell that his arms would be aching before long.
It didn't escape him that the bed frame seemed almost designed for this, with convenient curlicues
of metal that offered plenty of anchor points.
"There," Charles said softly. "You're tied and hard and wanting. That's something I wanted to do to you."
"You're not going to stop there, are you?"
Charles shook his head. "Unless you tell me to," he added. "But while I have you at my mercy, we're going to get a few things clear."
"Go on."
"This is to satisfy your curiosity." Charles patted Gray's erection. "And take care of this, as you seem to think I caused it."
"You did."
"Be quiet, or I'll get a third tie and gag you."
Gray's whole body heated and he whimpered and squirmed, a tiny sound, a small movement,
both beyond his control. "Oh, fuck, Charles, don't say stuff like that!"
Charles' eyes widened in what looked like surprise, but his voice was cold. "You don't come
without permission when you're like this, Gray. Is that understood?"
"Really not helping ..."
"Really don't care. Control yourself."
Gray clenched his fists and felt the sharp tug of the silk bite deep. It hurt just enough to clear his
head but the promise inherent in feeling how effectively he was held tipped the balance back and
he moaned again, louder this time.
"Do you have anything you want to ask me?"
Gray gathered his thoughts. "Something confusing me."
Drawing Closer - 70
"Go on."
"This Alan -- he was into being in charge?"
"Mm."
"Like you are?"
Charles nodded.
"So how come... I mean, how did that work? Both of you...?"
"What? Oh!" Charles shook his head. "It wasn't like that. We didn't -- oh, this is going to
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