Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

Scotland

With sex out of the way, and his balls aching with how recently they’d been emptied, things should have been easier. He’d pictured a snuggle session paired with an epic makeout before fucking Clint a second time, sweet and soft in his king-sized bed.

Instead, he was on his back on the cold floor, his pants around his knees and his ass sticking to the hardwood. The bruise on his head from when Clint had first knocked him down throbbed into a headache that promised to haunt him for the rest of the day.

“I am too old to fuck on the floor,” said Clint, grumbling as he slapped the hardwood. “Seriously, my knees are screwed.” He was too far away. When Scotland reached out, he couldn’t touch him, skimming his hand over the blank space between them.

Scotland let out a grunt, trying and failing to turn onto his side. “Any other limits I should know about for next time?”

They hadn’t exactly talked about it when Scotland had had the sudden revelation during dinner. One minute Clint had told him that they were never fucking, and the next he was pinned on his back with Clint riding him like some kind of horny cowboy.

“Pfft,” said Clint, shaking his head as he made an attempt at reaching his pants which were pooled on the floor next to the sink. “Next time? That’s a good joke. I’m never getting off this floor.”

Scotland quirked his lips, even as his heart sank. He wasn’t sure if Clint was serious or not. Hell, he was never sure of anything when it came to Clint.

“I didn’t realize you were a sub,” he said, grunting as he finally made it over onto his side, his back cracking as he adjusted himself. Scooting across the floor, he reached for Clint, dragging him closer despite the way his sweaty skin was sticky. “I pegged you for a Dom for sure.”

“You did peg me, for sure,” said Clint, a grin on his lips. “I’m a switch and proud of it.”

“Huh.” He leaned his head into Clint’s shoulder, breathing deep. Sweat, sex and Clint coated his lungs, giving him something to drown in. “I didn’t think there were any other switches in the community. Some people aren’t exactly fond of men like us.”

He dragged his lips over Clint’s shoulder, kissing the edge of one of the bite marks left behind. It didn’t make his sore back feel any better, but it sure was nice to see his marks on Clint’s skin. “I wouldn’t mind pegging you again. Just give me five.”

“You going to let me come this time?” asked Clint, brushing a hand over his belly. His cock was still hard, but not nearly as red as it had been. He hadn’t reached for it once, either. Good boy.

“Nah.” Scotland smirked, hefting himself onto his hands and knees before capturing Clint’s nipple between his lips. The small bud hardened at the touch, and he lapped his tongue over it. It was perfect.

“Seriously,” said Clint, tapping at his shoulder. “No more. My ass hurts.”

“I think you like that.” Clint had responded beautifully, even though it must have hurt something fierce. Scotland knew how much it ached to be penetrated so quickly without a warmup, especially when it had been a while.

“Let me see,” said Scotland. He also knew how rough Clint had been and how sensitive of an area it was. He’d had people legitimately hurt themselves by overenthusiastic sex before. He shuffled between Clint’s legs, pushing them wide.

“Ow. I don’t flex that way.” Clint tucked his legs together, rolling away from Scotland’s grip and getting to his knees. “I hate your floor. Fuck.” He grunted as he got to his feet, immediately moving to the counter and leaning heavily against it.

“Water’s cold, too,” he said, unplugging the drain before starting up the tap again and filling the sink with fresh bubbles and steam. Grabbing the washcloth, he wrung it out before cleaning the few dishes he’d put in the drain tray and starting on the ones he hadn’t gotten to.

Is he fucking serious?There was literally cum dripping down Clint’s leg, but he was doing the dishes. And was he humming? Scotland tilted his head to the side as he lifted himself off the ground, tugging his pants all the way off before planting his ass in the nearest chair.

“Did you want something for dessert?” asked Clint, throwing a smile over his shoulder. “If your freezer is stocked anything like mine, you’ve got a few options.”

A smirk spread over his lips as Scotland leaned back in his chair. “I think I already had dessert. Your ass was the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”

Clint let out a little snort. “You just keep getting smoother.” He shook his head, wringing out the cloth before heading to the table. He leaned over as he wiped the surface, catching the little crumbs that had strayed from their plates.

Scotland slipped his hand between Clint’s thighs as soon as he came close enough, dragging his fingers through the sticky trail there. He bumped against Clint’s entrance with one knuckle, reveling in the gasp. He was still so wet.

“I was thinking more along the lines of another round,” said Scotland, cupping Clint’s sac and kneading it until the cloth slipped from Clint’s hand and fell to the floor.

If he had his way, he’d turn one more round into a dozen. Then maybe Clint would get hooked in the same way he was.

I should have taken my time. Clint seemed hesitant, and that put a shot of dread straight through Scotland’s chest. If he would have known, he would have gotten the cock ring and fucked Clint for a solid hour. It still wouldn’t have been enough.

Clint gave him a half-smile before leaning to retrieve the cloth and turning to the sink. He pulled the plug on the water, hanging the cloth as he reached for a dish towel.

You’ve got to be kidding me. “You don’t have to dry them, Clint. It’s called a drying rack for a reason.” Air drying was the only way in his book. He only had the dishcloth to wipe his hands on after he washed them.

“It will only take me a minute,” said Clint, letting out a small chuckle as he turned with a plate in his hand. “Just like you.” His chuckle turned into a laugh as Scotland scowled and pursed his lips.

“How am I supposed to last when you’re fucking yourself on my cock like a wild bronco? It doesn’t help that you’re cute as hell and your ass is tighter than a vise.” He ran a hand through his hair, wincing when he realized that he’d just smeared cum through it.

Clint slid the last plate into its spot in the cupboard before he turned back, giving Scotland a long look. He felt his face flush as he looked down at himself, wondering what Clint was seeing. He was in good shape, but he wasn’t a supermodel by any means.

And he did have a lot of tattoos, which were a turn off for some. The idea of that was ridiculous to him. Tattoos only made a person hotter.

The shiny film on the fresh tattoo on his leg didn’t exactly look appealing. He’d almost forgotten about it, but it burned like fresh sunburn, the wrap already itchy as hell.

“You good?” asked Clint, scratching at the speckling of hair on his chest. “I don’t know what you usually need for aftercare. I’m good and steady now. How are you feeling?”

When the hell had their places switched? And why the hell did he suddenly feel like he wanted to submit? Usually, he only had one role with the same person, either submissive or Dominant, but never both.

“I’m good. That wasn’t my most intense scene—not by a long shot. And I don’t usually drop too hard. I guess that’s pretty common for switches.” He shrugged, suddenly feeling exceedingly naked sitting in his dining room. His skin prickled in the cool air, but he was still wearing his shirt. Clint seemed to see right through it.

“Good.” Clint nodded, reaching for his own pants and crumpling the fabric in his hand. “I’m only a few steps away or a phone call if you need me. I guess you have my phone number now, after all.”

Scotland nodded, frozen as Clint padded over to the door still completely naked. He slipped on his sandals, heading out of the door before closing it shut softly behind him. The silence was near deafening in his wake, the kitchen hazy with the smell of sex and sweat.

“What the hell just happened?” He looked around the kitchen, the delicious meal like a distant memory. One thing was for sure. He still hadn’t made any progress.