Page 42 of My Bodyguard’s The Boss

Austin did. He wanted to start touching himself, but he was actually liking the whole hands-behind-his-back thing, and Dominic hadn’t told him he could. He was half-tempted to do it just to see how Dominic would react. But Dominic was so thick and hot in his throat, and Austin had to focus on breathing when he could. His head was getting floaty again, and only half of that feeling was from the lack of oxygen.

Dominic’s hand tightened in his hair. His thrusts sped up, his balls smacking into Austin’s chin.

“Good puppy,” he panted. “Gonna take it all?”

Austin gurgled in agreement and stared up at Dominic, who was blurry through the tears. He could grab his ass, press him even deeper, let him know how much he wanted it. But Dominic hadn’t told him he could move his hands. His fingers ached from clasping them so tightly. He hadn’t noticed.

Dominic groaned and came, shooting hot ropes of come down Austin’s throat. Austin swallowed, his head sweet and fuzzy as he focused on not choking. He loved feeling Dominic pulsing inside him, no matter which hole. He was always sad when it was over.

Dominic didn’t pull out at first. Austin sucked hopefully on Dominic’s softening cock, hoping for another spurt.

“Very fucking hungry,” Dominic said breathlessly. He pulled Austin off his cock, and Austin was gratified to see Dominic’s legs shaking. He had done that.

Dominic pulled him up and kissed him. Austin moaned as Dominic licked the salt out of his mouth, sucking on his tongue.

Finally, Dominic pulled back. “How are your knees?”

“What?” Austin considered. They were pretty sore, but not as much as his aching arms. “Fine.”

“Good,” Dominic said. “Don’t fall down.”

With that, he got on his knees and started undoing Austin’s belt. Austin’s hips jerked, unable to stop himself.

Dominic squeezed his hip warningly. “Stay still.”

“I don’t know,” Austin croaked hoarsely. “Might have to hold me still.”

Dominic laughed and did. Austin came barely a minute later, legs shaking so hard Dominic was less holding him still and more holding him up. He sank down to sit bare-assed on the concrete with Dominic as soon as Dominic let him go.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. Their heavy breathing rang off the walls of the home gym.

“Okay,” Dominic said finally. “I think it’s time for a shower.”

Austin talked him into letting him join. To save water, he said, as if either of them were particularly eco-conscious. But Dominic didn’t call bullshit on him, so Austin was treated to the surprisingly intimate experience of washing each other’s hair and, after they got out, changing Dominic’s bandage.

“Least I can do,” Austin said as he smoothed tape around the bandage, both found in the depths of his first-aid kit. “For my big, bad bodyguard.”

“It’s part of the job,” Dominic pointed out from his spot leaning against the kitchen sink. “Literally. They make us sign a waiver.”

“Yeah, but still.” Austin paused, then before he could think better of it, he pressed a kiss to the corner of the bandage. Then he turned away, piling his supplies back into the first-aid kit so he didn’t have to see Dominic’s reaction.

“So,” he said, forcibly casual. “Got anything on today? I don’t have shit until my next contract starts next month. We could chill, watch a movie. I could order more fancy food for you to make. Or, you know, just get takeout.”

Dominic said nothing. Austin forced himself not to react, his back still turned as he snapped the first-aid kit closed. He couldn’t remember how many times he’d invited Dominic to watch a movie with him this past year. Dominic said no every time.

Why shouldn’t he now? He was tired, he was injured, and he was probably looking forward to changing into his own damn clothes. Austin opened his mouth to tell him not to worry about it, only for Dominic to talk over him.

“Alright,” Dominic said quietly.

Austin turned, surprised. Dominic was leaning against the bathroom sink, adjusting his shirt, sliding it over the corner of the bandage Austin had kissed.

Dominic looked up expectantly. “What do you want to watch?”

The day passed too fast. Austin was shocked every time a movie ended, looking at the end credits and realizing they had talked their way through yet another movie. Thankfully, Dominic had relented and let Austin pick old action movies they’d both seen before, so it wasn’t much of a loss.

When it started to get dark, Austin asked if Dominic wanted to order something in again.

“My treat,” he added.