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“I um, well, I’ve never submitted like I have when we are together. Giving up control has always been very hard for me.” Chris shuddered at the admission as River cocked one of those bushy eyebrows. Because what he was saying made little sense—Chris surrendered…easily. He yielded his body to River with no apparent fear. Chris’ body was a piece of clay for River to mold with no resistance and complete acquiescence.

“What do you mean, Chris?”

“Okay, well, I play. I play at The Barn? Here in Boulder? Do you know it?”

River nodded, because yes, of course he knew The Barn. Everyone in the area knew about Boulder's sex club.

“Okay, well, I’ve never felt safe. Umm, during sex,” Chris said as he started sweating. Even in the pool, he could feel his upper lip getting damp. Licking at it, he kept his gaze focused on the ceiling. “Touch has always made me nervous, and I’ve always needed rules. And finding kink has given me the freedom to do that? Does that make sense?”

“Mmm hmm, it does,” River said as his hand reached up to stroke‌ Chris’ belly. “But you like when I touch you?”

“Ah, yes?” Chris ‌stated with a questioning lilt, not the declaration he wanted it to be.

“Okay, can you explain a little more?” River encouraged as he continued to caress and massage the tight muscles of Chris' pecs.

“I really can’t,” was what he said. When what he really wanted to say was, I have never felt safe. What he wanted to say was that his control over his body was never his. What he wanted to say was that he had never trusted a person's hands not to hurt him, but he didn't. Instead, he continued. "I’ve played as a Dom for a bit and recently I’ve been playing with Bran. He’s submissive and safe. We had a good thing for a while, but Bran and Phae are together now? Maybe? I don't know, and it really doesn't matter. But having that dynamic has been the only way I could get comfortable and relax and find release." Chris could feel River’s eyes boring into him from above. "But only if I set the rules," he huffed. "But with you, I just don't know. It all feels different. You feel different. I trusted you from the start. You are safe.”

“Good, I’m glad.”

Chris chanced a look at River, and he had a bright smile that crinkled his eyes at the corners. The sight made Chris squirm, causing him to lose his buoyancy. He ducked under the water, then stood, his hands on River’s hips, looking up, letting his eyes do the talking.

“So, what does this mean?” River trailed off, pinching his lip.

“I liked what we did. I like you controlling me and telling me I’m good,” Chris whispered.

“I liked that, too. Do you want to try more of that? I have no idea what I’m doing. I’ve never done that before, but it felt…well, it felt right.”

Chris breathed out as he buried his face in River’s chest, placing feather-light kisses over his heart. “Yeah. I want more.”

“Quit, that tickles you imp!” River huffed, pulling back, taking Chris’ face in his hands. “I think…I think we need to slow down. I want to figure out how to train you. The Pro Series is our last chance to get you a spot in the trials, and we have a few months to work as hard as we can,” River said. "I think we need more of that, before we do more of this," River said stressing the statement by thrusting his hips forward, sliding their cocks together.

“O-okay, I’m not disagreeing,” Chris peeped as he thrust against River. “Whenever we do this, I want to try doing it without any rules. My only thing is my wrists. I don’t like them held; I don’t like to be held down like that.”

“That’s fine, baby. We will figure it out, we just have to talk about it. You are in control, and we have to be honest. Your body, your rules,” River said, pulling Chris up for a kiss. “But we need time. We need to figure out training without sex. It will get too...” River paused, “messy. This will get too messy. I think we need a timeframe, a barrier if you will.”

“Okay, dad jokes. A barrier? Like a giant condom around us?” Chris rolled his eyes and scoffed. “What kind of timeframe?” Chris asked, licking the tip of River’s nose.

River huffed, “I don’t know. Like we can’t fuck around for a while. A month? Two?” Chris looked at River, eyes wide with horror.

“Two months?! You’re killing me, River. I have needs,” Chris teased, only half-joking as he shook his head. “Two months.”

River bent over and laughed as he leaned his head on Chris’ shoulder. “Listen, I’m not going to say you can’t play or you can’t go to The Barn and do your thing. We don’t need to be exclusive.” River growled as he said it, making Chris laugh, as clearly the idea of Chris playing with anyone else didn’t thrill River. “If you need to play or whatever, you can, but I’m saying we need some time. We need to get our legs under us with training and getting to know one another. Fair?”

“I guess that makes sense, but ugh, this is going to suck.” Indignation flowed from Chris’ mouth, but he still couldn’t resist kissing River one more time. “When does this hell begin, Riv?”

River huffed a noise that could have been a laugh, or could have been frustration. Chris wasn't sure, because he was grinding on River like a cat in heat. "Tomorrow, it starts tomorrow," River said, pulling Chris up, grabbing his ass to make Chris rub his cock along River's happy trail. The rough hair was almost too much for Chris' sensitive tip. "So pretty, baby," River said, stroking Chris' cheek with the pad of his thumb.

“Let’s go to your room,” he said as Chris linked his arms and legs around River.

Chris giggled, “Carry me.”

And River did all the way to the bedroom.

Chapter twenty-six

River

River lay in bed the next morning, Chris nestled into his side, his warm breaths tickling the fine hairs on River’s chest as he replayed the night before in his mind. “You’d look so pretty with a bead lying against your slit, and a rod down your cock,” River had whispered in Chris’ ear, making his boy wiggle and mewl as he played with his slit. “I’d hold you, one arm around your chest, while I’d make you grip your cock and hold it still. You'd have to be so good, so I could drop the rod in an inch at a time. I’d slowly fuck this hole with the probe, watching your slit open like a little bird swallowing its meal.”