Page 100 of Just Past Two

“Oh my god,” Silas breathed. Matthew sucked hard, and Silas’s hips jerked forward, pressing into the warmth. Matthew pulled off with a chuckle.

“Game over.” He got to his feet, using the remote to turn off the television without looking at it, and led Silas into the bedroom.

When Matthew toppled him to the bed, Silas went willingly, scooting to the center for more room. Unlike last time, with long, luxurious play that he couldn’t have sped up even if he tried—and he definitely tried—this time, they were already naked, with Matthew having stripped his boxers off on the way to the bedroom.

Matthew stretched out on top of Silas, rubbing their cocks together, and looked down at this partner with a smirk. “So I was thinking,” he said. Silas’s heart was already pounding faster than he was sure was healthy, and the mischievous tone in Matthew’s voice made it pump harder. Without further preamble, Matthew grabbed each of Silas’s wrists and pinned him down to the bed.

Silas gasped, the sensation making him rock-hard, his body convulsing in a series of tremors. Matthew held him down like that, letting him revel in the full experience, and just that minor yielding of control was heady. He had never played like this before. He’d had a few lovers in the past, but sex was always normal, straightforward, nothing out of the ordinary. On the contrary, every experience with Matthew was shaping up to be different from the previous one.

“I was thinking you’d like this.” Matthew grinned, the grin of someone completely satisfied with himself. “And I seem to be right.”

Silas thought about denying it, but his body was clearly sending a different message, so to do so would only be for play. “Maybe.” He felt comfortable saying at least that, but with his cock rubbing up against Matthew’s, that maybe was a pretty definitive yes.

Matthew released his wrists to sit up, and Silas was sorry to lose the contact. That was, until Matthew reached into the nightstand and pulled out some rope. Honest-to-goodness, actual rope, and this had suddenly escalated a lot more than Silas had expected. He sat up.

“Whoa! That’s fast.” He pulled his arms in. “I’ve never done that before.”

Matthew looked at the rope, then back at Silas. “I know. I thought you might like it.”

Silas looked down at the rope, which was lying limp across the bed, and reached out to touch it. It was soft. “You have rope in your nightstand.” What other freaky things was Matthew into?

“I bought it after last time.” Matthew flicked the end of the rope back and forth, running his fingers over it. “And looked up how to use it. I’ve been tying knots all week, thinking of this. Of you.”

Silas stared longingly at the rope, Matthew’s words igniting a longing he hadn’t even known was there. Was he brave enough to try something like this? Did he trust Matthew? Well, yes, of course he trusted Matthew. This was less about trusting Matthew and more about his willingness to be vulnerable. If he did this, he was going to have to give up control in the most obvious ways, but also in the more subtle ways. The subtle losses of control frightened him.

“Hey,” Matthew said gently, putting his hand on Silas’s. His face was pure tenderness, the lust and mischief gone. “I don’t want to pressure you into anything. I picked up the rope because I thought you’d like it, but I’m totally fine if it’s too much. We don’t have to do any of this.” When he smiled, a bit of the wickedness returned. “I want a piece of you no matter what.”

Silas smiled in return, relaxing. He didn’t have to go through with this. The rope would be there, and if he wanted to try it in the future, he could. There was no pressure today.

Of course, that didn’t mean he didn’t want to go through with it. The thought was intense, and right now, he wanted intense.

“Tie me up,” he said at last. “I want to try it.”

Matthew raised an eyebrow. “You sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure.” Silas nodded. He let out a long breath. “I’m nervous, but I’m sure.”

“Fuck, that’s hot.” Matthew dove in and pinned him back down on the bed, kissing him with an open mouth, and Silas’s wilting erection twitched back to life. “You’re gonna love this,” he said against Silas’s mouth. “But you can stop me anytime. Okay?”

Silas nodded, his throat tight.

Then Matthew got to work.

Silas watched as Matthew pulled one of his arms to the headboard and fastened it there, making some kind of twist that wrapped around his wrist without being too tight. The rope was snug, but he thought if he really tried and was okay with some rope burn, he could probably get out of it. Once that wrist was secure, Matthew moved over to the other wrist and bound it in place as well. Then Matthew scooted down to straddle Silas’s legs and admire his work.

“How’s that feel?” he asked. He traced one hand over Silas’s belly, just light enough to tickle, and Silas reflexively pulled on his wrists. They didn’t move. The feeling of being trapped like this was intense, more intense than he’d expected. He let a moan slip out.

“I’ll take that as an answer.” Matthew set the rest of the rope aside, along with the scissors he’d used to trim it, and slid down Silas’s body until his mouth was right over Silas’s cock. Then he bent his head and swallowed him down.

Oh fuck. The expletive came right to Silas’s mind, but he was wordless, the wet, hot pull of Matthew’s mouth all he could think or feel. He tugged on his bonds, but they weren’t moving, and maybe he couldn’t get out of them even if he tried really hard, and that thought was dizzying. He was completely overwhelmed. Matthew was straddling his legs, keeping them in place, so he couldn’t do much but squirm. He had a bit of thrusting room, though, and his hips jerked up of their own accord until Matthew put a firm hand on each of Silas’s hips to hold him in place. So caught, he couldn’t move, couldn’t think, all his attention focused on his aching cock that was being expertly sucked to orgasm without any way for him to control it.

“Oh . . . oh . . .” He breathed out little moans. The helplessness was not something he consciously thought he’d enjoy. But tied down like this, his body being driven to the edge without any effort on his part, he couldn’t think of anything better. And just like that, it was going to be over, because he couldn’t hold back much more. “Matthew, I’m . . . I’m going to come . . .”

The sensation stopped, and Silas took a moment to open his eyes and catch his breath. Matthew had lifted his mouth away and was now licking his lips, staring down at him with lust in his eyes.

“You are an evil man,” Silas said, prompting Matthew to laugh.

“I am?” Matthew bent down to suck the tip of his dick again, gentle enough to keep him close to the edge but not enough to bring him over.