Chapter 6

Hoyt bent over the bed and slapped Noah on the butt. "Breakfast's ready. Move your ass."

Noah hissed and reached back to rub the welt he'd smacked. Then he jerked his head up. "It's morning? Fuck, I overslept."

"You got a date or something?"

Noah grunted and pushed up from the mattress. "No, a football game." He reached for the watch sitting on the nightstand. "Fuck. It's halfway over now."

"Football?"

He rubbed his stubbly jaw and yawned. "It's an every Saturday thing. Local PD versus the station house."

"What position do you play?"

Noah smirked. "Tight end."

Hoyt chuckled. "I have bacon and pancakes. A pot of coffee." Hoyt's blue gaze rested on him. "Since you're free, want to hang with me today?"

Noah tilted his head. "You know, if you need me gone, I understand. I mean, if you need space…?"

A frown furrowed Hoyt's forehead. "Why? Do you?"

Noah shook his head.

"Then shut the fuck up."

Noah smiled crookedly. "Well, okay, I'll hang. Let me get dressed, and I'll be right out."

A dark brow arched. "Who said you could get dressed?"

Noah eyed Hoyt's faded jeans.

"I'm in charge—my rules. And right now, I want to look at you. Get a plug in." He turned on his heel and walked out of the playroom.

Noah raked a hand through his hair. "Well, good mornin' to you, too," he muttered.

But he ambled to the bathroom and took the black box off the top of the commode. He fingered the third plug, knowing he really should give it time, but after he'd fucked Hoyt, he was eager. He lubed the fourth and gingerly pushed it up his ass. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." As the girth narrowed, he released a sigh.

Walking to the kitchen, he grimaced. The size was noticeably larger in his sensitive asshole, and he felt the urge to bow his legs as he walked. But he didn't want Hoyt teasing him for being a wuss, so he gritted his teeth and continued down the hall.

Only there were voices in the kitchen: one was Hoyt's, but the other was a woman's. What the hell? But Hoyt's orders had been specific. He reached out to push through the swinging door.

"Mom, you really should call first."

Noah froze…and backed away from the door. As quickly as he could without making noise, he headed back to the playroom and dressed. Then, he made his way back to the kitchen door. Taking a deep breath, he pushed it open.

Two heads swiveled his way.

Hoyt looked so relieved it was almost laughable. He let out a deep breath and pursed his lips.

Hoyt's mother's expression told Noah a lot. Her gaze widened on him, and tears began to fill her eyes, but she quickly blinked them away and gave him a smile. Over the steaming cup of coffee she held in both hands, she said, "Hoyt, are you going to introduce us?"

Noah grinned at Hoyt's grimace. "Ma'am, I'm Noah."

Her smile stayed wide, and there was a hint of amusement in her pale eyes. She waved one hand toward Hoyt. "Get him a cup of coffee, son. And you can set an extra plate for me."

Hoyt gave an exaggerated groan but poured coffee and set it at the table. Then, he held a chair for his mother to sit in. Over her head, he gave Noah a flinty stare.

So, he expected him to behave. Noah had a plug up his ass. Hoyt could wish all he wanted, but Noah couldn't resist the urge to seek a little revenge.

He eyed the tall woman with the long, silvery hair. Her frame was angular, her face lined, but he could tell she'd been a beauty in her day. Her features were soft, her eyes alert—and twinkling.

Noah knew with a bone-deep certainty that she knew exactly what she'd interrupted. "So, ma'am, what should I call you?"

"Susan, please. Sue, if you like. I don't stand on ceremony." Her eyes slanted. "You spend the night with my boy?"

Hoyt groaned. He stood at the stove with a spatula in his hand as he turned pancakes.

Noah wanted to laugh. It was such a domestic scene—and so not. The bad-boy biker cooking breakfast, and his pretty mom looking on in delight.

Susan reached out a hand and covered Noah's. "Tell me all about you."

Drawn by her warmth and secret glee, he spilled. Everything. About his work and friends, about the Camaro, and about how he'd met Hoyt.

"You only met yesterday?" She blinked and looked behind her at her son, who gave her a narrow-eyed glare. "Sometimes, it's like that," she said, her blue eyes gleaming with humor. "Instant attraction. Happened like that for your father and me." She turned back to Noah and leaned over the table. "I was working at a bank, and he passed me a note. Thought for sure he was set on robbing me, but he gave me this wink. Him in his black leather jacket, his hair down to his shoulders. He looked a lot like Hoyt, so you can imagine. I knew my mother would have a conniption if someone like that even appeared on our doorstep." She leaned farther. "The note asked me what time I got off work. That was our first date."

Noah laughed and settled back in his seat, completely at ease with the vivacious woman.

Hoyt placed a plate filled with maple-drenched pancakes and bacon in front of her. He dropped another plate with a thud in front of Noah.

Noah shared a smile with Sue and tucked into his meal. For the next half hour, he watched as Hoyt was begrudgingly drawn into their conversation.

When they finished, Sue lifted a finger toward the door. "So, Noah, if you hadn't known I was in the kitchen, would I have been treated to a sight that would have stopped my heart?"

Noah choked and set down his coffee.

Hoyt groaned and shook his head.

Noah arched a brow. "Would it have stopped your heart, Sue?"

She gave him a wicked smile. "Well, I'll be sure to call before I let myself in the next time." She stood and bent toward Hoyt to kiss his cheek. "He's a keeper," she whispered. Blowing a kiss Noah's way, she sailed out the kitchen door.

Noah pressed his lips together to hide a smile and glanced at Hoyt.

The other man's gaze was deadly.

Without being told what he should do, Noah stood, stripped off his tee and pants, and hung them on his chair back. Naked, he stood with his hands clutched behind him, waiting. All during Sue's visit, he'd been aware of the plug stretching him, of the fact Hoyt was horny and frustrated by the way his cheeks had remained flushed and his jaw tight. Now was about what Hoyt needed to feel right about the fact his mother had met Noah so soon, maybe sooner than he'd been ready for her to know he'd allowed someone new into his life.

Hoyt dug a hand into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out something with leather straps.

Noah fought a groan as Hoyt began to unsnap the straps.

"Come over here."

Noah walked around the table, stood between Hoyt's spread thighs, and waited patiently as he strapped the wider band around the base of Noah's cock, then two smaller bands around each ball, separating them.

"You said you didn't like anything that restricted blood to your cock," Hoyt said, a finger rubbing one of Noah's bulging balls.

"Yeah. I don't."

"Is this uncomfortable?"

"Not really." The fact his cock was pulsing meant blood flowed. So he wasn't worried. But his cock sprung straight out, and his balls bulged forward due to the restriction of the straps. The exaggerated jut was slightly grotesque, but all that blood being trapped in his balls and cock made him ache for Hoyt's mouth or hand to wrap around him.

"The more engorged you become, the tighter it will feel. Once you're fully hard, the tightening strap will prevent you from losing your erection. Do you understand?"

"You want me hard—and to stay that way."

Hoyt bent in his chair and took Noah's cock into his mouth.

Noah cussed softly, not expecting Hoyt's action. The sensation of the moist, hot mouth engulfing him was so exquisite he swayed. Blood rushed into his cock, filling it more. Hoyt's tongue stroked the sides of his shaft, then slicked up it as he came off. Even the cool air drying the stretched flesh was arousing.

"Now, do the dishes. I want to drink my coffee and watch you."

Noah's cheeks billowed around his next exhalation. He began to clear the table and became immediately aware of the fact his cock was going to get in the way of everything he did. He stood farther back than he'd have liked to keep from banging it into the table or the counter. When he turned, he felt a hand cup his backside and the base of the plug and give it a nudge. Now he was as aware of his ass as he was of his cock.

Fuck, doing dishes had never been pure torture.

Once he'd filled the dishwasher—not much problem there other than the fact he had to bend over to fill the bottom, and he knew Hoyt was staring at the plug—he filled the deep sink with sudsy water to tackle the pans. The few inches of counter and shelves that stood between him and the sink were enough he had to bend slightly at the waist to keep his cock from sliding on the cool oak doors—something he wasn't willing to do because the added stimulation was wreaking havoc with his ability to breathe.

But he finished the dishes and wrung the dishcloth, hanging it over the gooseneck faucet before turning to Hoyt.

Hoyt's smile was one-sided, his eyelids lazy as his gaze stroked over Noah from head to foot. He patted his thigh.

Noah's shoulders stiffened. It was one thing to hold a bar and be flogged, another to bend over another man's lap and be spanked like a little boy. Noah shook his head.

Hoyt reached into his pocket again and pulled out two small clips—nipple clamps. Noah had watched the women at La Forge hissing and moaning when they were applied. He'd seen a gay sub flutter his eyelids in ecstasy when they'd been applied to his. But he couldn't imagine there'd be much pleasure for him. Noah's nipples were small, flat, and not especially sensitive.

But he stepped closer, clutched his hands behind his back, and let Hoyt pluck at his nipples, one at a time, making them increasingly more sensitive, and then stretching them to apply the clamps.

They stung like hell.

Noah gave him a glare.

Hoyt patted his thigh again.

And Noah got what he was doing. He was breaking him down. Making him angry and getting him so aroused he was nearly pouting and ready to do just about anything if Hoyt would just relent and let him come.

He let go of his hands and gripped the side of the table.

Hoyt shook his head. "Keep them clutched behind you. I'll guide you down if you need it."

Noah reached back again and blended his fingers together, then slowly bent, the muscles in his lower back pinching as he tried not to touch his cock against the crisp denim hugging Hoyt's thigh.

But it was inevitable, and Hoyt didn't help him at the last, letting him fall across his lap.

Noah hissed as his engorged cock scraped against denim and was trapped between his belly and Hoyt's leg. His balls felt near to bursting.

Hoyt chuckled and smoothed his hands down Noah's sides, lifting him and adjusting his awkward position until he lay straighter over his knees, but his cock remained trapped.

"Not comfortable?" Hoyt asked, his voice silky.

"No, Sir," Noah muttered, his face turning red. He'd never been this vulnerable or felt this foolish. He was nude, draped over another dude's lap, and his cock and balls were so fucking hard he wanted to scream.

Hoyt jostled him forward so that his thigh pressed against his balls.

It wasn't any better.

"Cup your elbows. Your hands are going to get in my way."

Noah complied, barely holding back a curse.

Hoyt gripped Noah's hair and raised his head. "Keep it up."

Nothing about this felt good, but he didn't move. Didn't complain. Even though he wasn't sure why.

A hand smoothed down his back and over one side of his ass.

The sound of a drawer opening behind Hoyt had him trying to look around him, but he couldn't see.

Hoyt's thighs tensing was his only warning. A hard smack landed on his ass.

A fucking paddle. Hoyt was spanking him with a fucking goddamn paddle.

Noah made a wild gurgling sound and began to lift up, but Hoyt dug an elbow into the center of his back and continued smacking his ass—one side until it burned and then the other. And then he smacked the center, catching the end of the plug.

Noah shouted and bolted forward, his balls rasping on denim, his cock so hard and tight he felt as though the skin would pop like a balloon.

More hits landed, on his thighs, the tops of his ass, the curve, and every now and then, the center.

Noah jerked and wrestled but never once resorted to using his word. It was there on the tip of his tongue. Ready for him to shout. But he couldn't.

Fuck, he didn't want Hoyt to stop. He sobbed and arched, realizing he'd needed this. That Hoyt was doing this for him. Taking away his will, his pride. Taking away whatever pretense he'd been holding on to that this was just a game. Just a little D/s play. Noah wanted Hoyt. Lusted for his cock, his fingers, his mouth, his fucking hard body. He wanted this man.

The paddle dropped. Fingers pulled on the plug, and it, too, fell to the floor.

Hoyt gripped his waist and helped him rise. Then he stood, too, slinging his arm around Noah's waist. Noah leaned into him, still breathing hard, the sound broken and primal, and they walked together to the door leading to the hallway.

Hoyt stopped him right in front of it and turned Noah to pull him into his arms. Noah's cock slid between his spread thighs, and Hoyt closed his legs around it.

"It's too much," Noah said, his face feeling hot and sweaty. He rubbed his cheek on Hoyt's shoulder.

Hoyt gripped his hair and pulled up his head. His expression was stark. "Go shower in my bathroom, Noah. When you're done, I'll be waiting."

Then he kissed him, slanting his mouth over Noah's in a slow, greedy kiss.

"Can I take off the clamps and straps?"

Hoyt laughed. "Yeah. Forgot about those."

Noah grinned, feeling happiness overwhelm him again. He straightened and pushed through the doors, his steps feeling lighter.

Hoyt lay on his bed nude with the covers pulled back. The sound of the shower running was a tease. More than anything, he wanted to join Noah there. Although the idea was tempting, Hoyt knew Noah needed a little space to get his head straight.

His mother's visit and obvious joy over the fact he'd brought a guy home had him feeling unsettled. Like the walls were closing in. He'd wanted to explore this thing with Noah at a slower pace, get to know him, and find out whether this was something that might last before he introduced him to his mom.

She'd loved Jason and had been there right beside Hoyt in the hospital room when Jason had drawn his last breath. For the past year, she'd kept quiet about how worried she was that he remained alone. Her relief today had been palpable.

He didn't want her expectations set too high and for her to be disappointed if Noah didn't work out. He could handle whatever came, but he didn't want her feeling any pain. She was his rock when he needed to lean on someone. Always. She'd been the one to gently encourage him to come out to her because she'd known before he had that he was gay.

Although how she'd guessed, he never knew. He'd been a hellion as a teenager. Always in trouble. When he'd gotten out of jail, he'd begun working as a mechanic's apprentice and joined a biker's club. He'd run wild, maybe trying a little too hard to be that macho guy. But he guessed the fact he'd never been serious about a girl, had gone through them like they were candy, had clued her in he just wasn't that interested.

The first time he'd met Jason, he'd felt like he'd been punched in the gut. Like everything he'd ever believed about himself had been a big empty lie.

If he hadn't met Jason first, he might not have recognized that spark when he met Noah, and he would never have pursued him.

Still, it was too soon to know. Too soon to wear his heart on his sleeve. He'd keep it sexy. Keep Noah excited about being with him long enough for them to both know, deep down, whether there was a true connection.

The shower stopped. Hoyt reached out and flicked on the bedside lamp. The curtains were drawn to darken the room, but he wanted enough light to read Noah as he made love with him.

Made love. Not fucked. Was that a Freudian slip, or was he getting soft?

The bathroom door opened, and Noah stepped out. His cock wasn't as gloriously erect as it had been in the kitchen. Not that he minded. Getting Noah aroused again was his job. He patted the mattress beside him. "Toes toward the headboard, firefly."

Noah's eyebrows quirked. He strode to the bed looking relaxed, although there were still deep, red indentations where the straps had constricted around his cock and balls.

"Do you have someplace to be? Anyone who expects you anytime soon?"

"No," Noah said, as he stretched out on the bed on his side. "And I don't have to be anywhere until tomorrow morning. Next shift."

Hoyt grunted. "My mom liked you."

"That bother you?"

Hoyt shrugged. "Her expectations are higher than mine."

Noah frowned. "She wants you to settle down?"

"She wants me happy." And she knows I've been empty for far too long. Looking at Noah, had she seen what he had? That Noah was a little empty, too?

Resting on an elbow, Noah softened his gaze. "It's kind of sad that her highest expectation is that you be happy. It means she thinks you aren't. Why don't you expect that for yourself?"

Hoyt grunted again. "Lie on your back."

Noah arched a brow, knowing Hoyt wasn't going to explain, but wanting the other man to know he wasn't going to forget about their discussion. But whether or not Hoyt expected to find happiness again wasn't really any of his business. He didn't know why Hoyt's denial felt personal—almost like a rejection.

He rolled to his back and settled against the mattress. For a guy who gave off rough and tough vibes, Hoyt liked his comfort. He guessed there was a thick foam pad on top of the already soft mattress. Cozy.

Or maybe his last boyfriend had chosen it. Which saddened Noah. That would mean every time Hoyt lay on the cushiony top, he was imagining being held in Jason's embrace. Maybe right where he was snuggling now.

Hoyt went to his knees and climbed over Noah, and suddenly, Noah had a view of another man he'd never expected. His mouth quirked into a grin as a cock bobbed in front of his face. Drawing a deep breath, he inhaled the spicy-clean scent of Hoyt, still with that hint of orange.

Warm breath blew over his own cock. His balls tightened. His cock twitched.

Hoyt widened his knees to lower his groin and then went to his elbows. His body covered Noah's, making him hot, even where their skin didn't touch. "How did the fourth plug feel?" came Hoyt's muffled voice from farther down his body.

"Fine," Noah bit out. Did Hoyt like the brush of his breath against his dick? Did he notice?

"One more graduation, and your ass is mine."

"And that didn't sound even a little weird…"

Hoyt chuckled, a sound Noah liked hearing very much. "Open up, firefly. I'm fucking your mouth. You do a good job pleasing me, and maybe I'll return the favor."