8. CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 8

It took everything within Dorsey not to shake apart with nerves now that he was with Mercury again. After talking things out with his friends, he'd thought he had a fairly good handle on his decision not to have sex, but seeing Mercury, touching him and kissing those amazing lips had him questioning his reasons for abstaining.

Maybe Ethan and Jesse were right. He was a fool for holding back.

He was seconds from dropping to his knees and begging Mercury to fuck him. The only thing stopping him was he knew deep in his bones Mercury would refuse after promising him they wouldn't do anything tonight.

The macaroni and cheese was placed at the center of the table but instead of dishing it onto their plates, a hand wrapped around his upper arm and tugged for him to stand. Perplexed, Dorsey obeyed the silent request to find himself wrapped in a hug that left him a little dizzy as he finally felt able to breathe again.

"Talk to me, sweetness." It wasn't exactly an order, but he could hear the determination in Mercury's tone that said he wasn't about to let it go either.

Not wanting to admit anything, Dorsey played dumb. "About what?"

Mercury made a sound in his voice that clearly stated he wasn't buying the act before pulling slightly back until Dorsey was staring into those blue eyes that looked right into his damn soul. It was unnerving.

Unable to take it without crumbling, Dorsey was suddenly spilling all his secrets. "I want to have sex with you but I know you're going to say no because you promised. It was a stupid idea in the first place, but I really like you and I badly want a future with you, but I'm afraid of fucking it up because I'm not normal when it comes to sex. I know I'm a big guy, and that should mean I like to be the one doing the fucking and being in control, but I already have so much on my platter. Before, it was working several jobs just to put a roof over my head, as well as dealing with multiple roommates, which isn't easy as they all have their drama meters set to a thousand. Now it's adjusting to the move. Admittedly, I got rid of the roommates, but let's face it, my friends are all about the drama times a million. Then there's opening Tasty Balls, which had been a dream of mine since I used to make fudge with my grandmother as a kid, but it has been a nightmare of paperwork, permits, and everything else that goes with running your own business. I've hardly had time to sleep, much less do anything else. Only because my friends drag me out at least once a week is the reason I even get out of there. Then there's the ordering and creating new recipes and dealing with vendors and sometimes unruly customers. It makes having to be in control of sex or a boyfriend too much. I just want to let go of…"

His rant was stopped when those sinful lips were pressed against his, cutting off his ability to speak. Hell, his brain short-circuited when his tongue pushed into Dorsey's mouth, and thinking was also off the table, which he had so desperately needed at that moment.

He groaned into the kiss when a firm hand pressed over his achingly hard dick. Unable to breathe, he ripped his mouth from Mercury's and gasped at the heavenly sensation.

"Technically, I'm breaking my promise, but this is only a hand job to get you out of your head." That firm hand opened Dorsey's fly and pulled out his dick to stroke it. "We will talk about your fears, but know this-I'm the Dom, and you, my sweetness, are my sub. That will never change."

The firm strokes and the even sweeter words that sounded completely in control had his breath hitching and his heart pounding even harder. He craved to find the release Mercury was trying to give him.

"Come, sweetness. Come for your Dom."

Oh fuck.

His entire body tightened for a moment. Then fluid poured out of his cock and onto Mercury's hand. It had been the fastest he'd ever remembered, but then again, something about Mercury kept him hard just thinking about him.

Sagging against his smaller yet still strong body, Dorsey laid his forehead on Mercury's shoulder as he struggled to get his breathing under control. He didn't even want to contemplate not being held. Yet, he also knew, eventually, that was what would happen.

"Come on, sweetness." Mercury led him to the couch and sat him down. "I'm only going to be gone for a minute to fill our plates and bring the water. But I'll be right back to hold you."

How had he known that was exactly what Dorsey wanted? It was as if Mercury had read his mind. It should have concerned him, but… Damn, if he didn't shiver at the idea of that being true.

Sure enough, it had taken maybe a minute or two before Mercury handed him a filled plate even as he put the bottled water against his hip. Even though there was still a LOT to discuss, he couldn't deny being enthralled with Mercury. Who was he kidding? Dorsey was drowning in his complete attention.

No…It was more than that. He literally was starved for all of Mercury's attention. Oddly, once he was back, arms around Dorsey, he had it. Each bite of food was given to him from Mercury's instead of his own hand. Even each drink of water was placed against his lips.

Each kiss, each touch, each chance when Mercury came together with him was paradise. Arms were once more wrapped around him shortly after a plate was shoved into his hands.

"Eat." The order was clear and unwavering.

There was no way he could have denied that command.

That didn't mean Dorsey didn't continue to crave to feel Mercury's body on him. As much as he wanted to beg for more contact, he picked up his fork and began eating.

"Uuhhmm, delicious," Mercury moaned. "You are mine, sweetness."

Fuck if Dorsey didn't hope that was true. "Yours," he confirmed, even as he desperately wanted to feel Mercury inside his body. Hell, he would have done anything to make that happen. Yet, even as he thought that, even though Mercury hadn't fucked him, Dorsey damn well knew he'd been claimed. Completely. Totally.

"Eat, sweetness," Mercury demanded a couple of minutes after Dorsey had stopped eating.

Even as he nodded and took another bite, he placed his head onto Mercury's shoulder, soaking in his heat. Dorsey knew he could completely trust… easily. Just trusting Mercury with his kinks was… hard. Yet, he'd given them to him. Not all, but most. And for the first time in his life, Dorsey had felt… well, seen. No. More than that. It was more than that. It was as if he was completely recognized for who he was, and every inch of him was accepted.

"Yes, sweetness," Mercury murmured against his ear as he was held close while being fed a bite of food. "I'm right here. Yours. Your master. And I won't let you go."

Nothing could have affected Dorsey more. He craved the idea of belonging to Mercury. As they talked through dinner, he was drawn to the man and, somehow, knew he would easily give up every part of himself to belong to him.

"None of that, sweetness," Mercury said even as he fed a forkful of food to Dorsey. "You are mine. Never forget that."

He had no way of understanding those words. No, that wasn't true, but he'd also never heard them in his entire life, so it made it seem… surreal.

Tears rolled down his cheeks as he let Mercury's words soak into him.

"I love you, Dorsey."

The sound of Mercury's voice nearly undid him. His confession of his feelings caused Dorsey to sob uncontrollably.

"I've got you, sweetness." The soft, comforting sound of Mercury's tone helped.

"Thank you, master." Even as he said the final word, Dorsey hated that he'd muttered it.

"I promise I will hold you through all of it." And damn if Mercury's words didn't manage to settle him.

For the next thirty minutes, Mercury fed him, bit by bit. Being bigger than Mercury didn't seem to matter. His – Damn, was he actually going to call him his Dom–boyfriend had shown his size made no difference. Maybe Mercury was smaller in frame, but he still embraced Dorsey as he worked to find his equilibrium.

"I swear I will own every inch of you."

Damn if that didn't make Dorsey shiver.

"That's right, sweetness," Mercury said as he nosed along Dorsey's neck. "I've got you. I'll take care of every inch of you. You are mine. Totally. Completely. And I will never give you up."

Dorsey knew he shouldn't just trust, yet it was hard to deny that sensation when he was being cuddled close. He might have been taller and heavier than Mercury, but it apparently meant nothing as his–fuck if he didn't know what to call Mercury.

"Yeah, sweetness, I'm your master. You're my boy." Mercury seemed so certain. "Now, finish eating what I give you."

Another forkful was put in front of him, and without thought, he opened his mouth and took it in. Damn, if it wasn't the tastiest morsel he'd ever eaten.