Chapter 13

Lonely Road of Filth

Staring across the treetops was like being on top of the world, especially with Haven in his arms. His boy fit perfectly against him, and yeah, he knew it wasn't official yet, that Haven still hadn't given a firm yes to the relationship Maddox had proposed, but he couldn't think of him in any other way. It was just a matter of being patient and giving him time to trust and make up his own mind without feeling pushed, despite how much Maddox wanted to stake his claim on him now. A cool, gentle wind swirled around them, easing the heat of the day and making Haven's hair flutter, tickling Maddox's neck and chin.

"It feels like we're the only two people in the universe," Haven murmured as they stared out over the mountain range and the wide, tree covered valley beneath them.

"That's why I love coming up here," Maddox admitted. "Back when I was still with the club, this was where I rode when I needed to figure shit out. You still get cell phone reception, but unless they know where to look, no one will ever find you."

"Can we just sit and hang out here for a little while?"

"That's why we're here."

He felt the raggedness of Haven's inhalation and the way his body relaxed when he sighed then reluctantly started to move away. Their eyes met, that ocean turquoise gaze sparkling as Haven looked up at him, lips plump, and a little wind burned. It would be so easy to lean down and kiss him, slide his tongue around the seem of Haven's lips and coax him into opening for him.

While he was thinking about doing it, Haven went up on tiptoes and took the choice right out of his hands. Their lips met and Haven moaned a needy-growly plea with his whole soul as he invaded Maddox's mouth with his tongue. The kiss deepened when Maddox gripped his ass in both hands to hold him in that position while Haven gently rocked and squirmed. Passionate and eager, Haven rucked up Maddox's shirt and shoved his hands beneath it to wrap around his sides, fingertips dancing up his spine.

His moans morphed into something desperate and that's when Maddox's cock finished perking up completely. The way Haven whimpered and whined out choked and broken moans was easily the most erotic sound Maddox had ever heard. Rocking against him, Maddox made sure he could feel how eager and interested he was. A good Dom knew when to let his boy lead and right now everything had to be at Haven's speed. It was easy to follow his lead, even when Haven drew back, blinking stunned, heavy-lidded eyes as he put a bit of distance between them.

He didn't apologize and he didn't look away, he just stood there breathing hard, looking like the crown prince of lust with golden streams of sunlight shimmering in his hair. Maddox could see the hesitation in his eyes though. There was still that fear of making a mistake and Maddox knew it would take time before it went away. He'd help if Haven let him, but more than that he'd be there to listen, support him, and offer any advice he could.

While Haven composed himself, Maddox returned to the bike and removed the containers of food he'd packed in the saddlebags. He'd wanted them to be able to remain away from other people for as long as possible, but more than that, food was becoming a sort of love language between them. While he'd never considered himself a foodie, this little tour they'd been on, of working their way through all the restaurants in Foggy Basin, was certainly proving to be both an interesting and highly arousing one. Today their meals had come from the Blue Star Diner and Maddox couldn't wait to see Haven's reaction to the selections he'd chosen for them.

Haven still hadn't moved though. His eyes were on the horizon, but his posture was relaxed, so Maddox got himself situated on the grass and arranged the containers in front of him, waiting for Haven to turn his way so he could pat the space beside him. That eager look in Haven's eyes was as much of a turn on as the kiss they'd shared, especially when he sat close enough that their shoulders were touching.

"When you said you loved being called Daddy, does that mean you like all the control stuff that goes along with it?" Haven blurted as he was still getting himself situated.

It was a hesitant question, almost like he'd never had to ask it before, or was afraid of how Maddox would take it.

"I am a Daddy Dom," Maddox told him. "I like to take care of my boy when I have one and I only ever have one at a time."

"Do…. do you do bondage and everything?"

The shy eagerness in his voice was as exciting as the question. "I do everything my boys ask me to, with very few exceptions," Maddox explained. "If you crave bondage, then I'll brush up on my Shabari and go out and purchase the appropriate ropes. If you crave needle-play, I am well versed in that too, I will just need to order supplies. I also enjoy the softer things, like reading stories, watching movies and coloring together, if you're someone who regresses in age and likes being little. I don't believe in kink shaming. I am a firm believer in doing the kink questionnaire together. It just makes it easier to see where our desires line up and where they might be different. Sometimes it necessitates a conversation, especially if something is a soft limit, but it's also a good way of getting to know each other's likes and dislikes."

"I don't know what a soft limit is," Haven admitted.

"It's something that someone is curious about and might want to try, but they are uncertain about some aspects of it and might need to experience a demonstration or ask a lot of questions about before they can make up their minds."

"Does that mean there are hard limits too?"

"Yes."

"Do we talk about those?"

"No. Hard limits aren't to be questioned or pushed. It shouldn't matter why you have them; you have them and that means full stop, no trying to ease in that direction. If you want to talk about why you have them, you're always free to do so, but I am never going to ask or push you to explore something you don't like."

Haven was quiet for a moment, but Maddox could tell, by his low humming, that he was thinking about it. "How would I know if something is a hard limit if I've never done it?"

"Some people watch videos to see if it appeals to them, others just know that it isn't something they want to experience," Maddox explained. "Take needle play for example. Not everyone is into having their bodies pierced like that. Some people are afraid of needles and some simply don't like pain, or blood. For them it would be a hard limit. Think of it as a no-fly zone."

"I like a little pain," Haven said softly. "But just a little. I'd kind of want to see what needle play was before I can say one way or another if it would be a hard or soft limit."

Chuckling, Maddox slid his hand up to cup the back of Haven's neck and gave a gentle squeeze.

"One fun part of the questionnaire process is watching videos of the things you're curious about. Sometimes they wind up being a real turn-on and the prelude to a little extracurricular fun, and sometimes they're a complete turnoff and then you have your answer as to what kind of limit it would be for you."

"Do you have hard limits?"

"Yes. I don't do piss play or scat. No blood drinking either. I love suspension play, but not with hooks or any sort of implement that goes through my partner's skin. There are too many factors involved and too many things can go wrong. It's just a little too edgy for me, personally, but I have seen some amazing scenes and subs who positively love it. Bringing joy and ecstasy to a partner is an accomplishment to be proud of, but it's impossible to achieve if you're too worried about all the ways that shit can go sideways. That's where my head would be and that's how I know it isn't for me."

"Is that like in Hellraiser, with the hooks through the skin on someone's back?" Haven asked.

"That's exactly what it is."

"I'll take a hard pass on that one," Haven said. "Along with the blood drinking, pee and poop."

Chuckling, Maddox mussed up Haven's hair before looping an arm over his shoulders. "Glad to hear it."

"I love it when someone reads to me," Haven murmured. "And I really enjoy cartoon movies and kind of wish I had all the Hot Wheel cars and racetracks I used to have as a kid. I miss my racing games too. Watching NASCAR is okay but it's better when it's toys racing, or cartoon characters. The colors are brighter, and the cars talk and that's more appealing than spending hours watching a bunch of souped-up vehicles going around in a circle. Well, unless they crash. Then it can get interesting."

"Oh yeah. I don't mind tuning in for the chaos, but the rest of it is about as boring as a trip to the grocery store."

"You don't go to Walmart at three in the morning, do you?" Haven asked.

"No but I have seen the memes."

"River and I loved to go, just to people watch and then make up stories about what the hell they were up to."

"And it never bothered your folks that you weren't in bed?"

"As long as the cops didn't bring us home, they didn't have a problem with most things that would have pissed off other parents," Haven admitted.

"And yet I get the feeling that you crave stability and having someone else take charge of things for you," Maddox said point blank, waiting to see if he'd challenge the assessment or not.

"Sometimes, yeah. I needed this today. But I'd never have planned something like this for myself or admitted that looking at the same four walls can be a bit much sometimes, especially after six years of having nothing but painted cinderblocks to look at."

"Daddies are as much caretakers as they are sexual partners," Maddox said. "It's about finding balance, so you have all the things you need."

"Don't you need things too?"

Maddox chuckled at that, but he appreciated the question too. It was clear that while Haven had some idea of the type of relationship they were talking about, he had no real exposure to one. It would be a thrill to guide him and then watch him soar once he finally got to experience all the things that he was after.

"I need honesty from my boy," Maddox said, "and loyalty. Both are very important to me. I don't share what's mine and I don't expect my boy to go do it either. I need to see the joy in your eyes and the pleasure. I need to feel you come undone, then snuggle up beside me as we settle in for a movie and some midnight snacks. I need you to trust me with your passion and your security, and I need to know that you will obey the rules that are laid out for you and the punishments that will come from breaking them."

"I don't wanna be punished."

"Then you know what not to do."

"What if you do have to punish me?" Haven asked. "Are you gonna spank me?"

"Maybe, unless I think you'll enjoy it too much. Then I'll have to figure out something you won't like, such as the time out corner, or locking your cock in a cage."

Haven's gasp and the sputtering sound he made as he processed that were adorable. "Th-they make cages that go on your cock?"

"Several varieties."

"Holy shit."

"Holy shit indeed," Maddox said. "Since it means no pleasure and absolutely no cumming."

"Fuck that, I don't ever wanna get punished."

"And now you've told me what the perfect punishment would be for you."

"Shit."

While Maddox chuckled, Haven leaned closer to the containers and inhaled deeply.

"Oh, my god whatever that is smells positively amazing. What is it?"

"The one you're drooling over is banana cream pie. We also have caramel apple."

"Yummmm. Yum to both. Yum to pie. Yum to banana cream in particular but how'd you keep it from melting on the ride?"

"Cold packs work for more than accidents and injuries."

"Can we have dessert first again?"

"That's my favorite way to have it. In case you're wondering, we've got fried chicken, macaroni and cheese, corn on the cob and biscuits to go with it, all curtesy of the Blue Star Diner."

"Their food is so fuckin' good, easily the best burgers in town the way they melt cheese all over them and between them when you get a double, and cover them in red onion rings and thick slices of tomatoes," Haven moaned.

It was practically a foodgasm and gave Maddox an idea of what to pick up for their next meal together.

"Have you tried their burger sauce?" Haven asked. "It's fuckin' awesome. Creamy and garlicy with a hint of spice and this burst of tang that's like nothing I've ever tasted anywhere else. They should bottle that sauce and sell it in the grocery store. I'd so put it on everything, including your cock is you wanted me to suck it."

"Fuccccck," Maddox groaned while the wicked boy beside him just giggled and reached for the container with the pie. "If it's the last thing I do, I'm getting my hands on that sauce."

"Just your hands?" Haven shot back as he plated both pieces and passed one Maddox's way. "I'd have figured you'd get far more creative than that after what I just told you."

"Something tells me that I'm gonna need that cock cage sooner rather than later," Maddox grumbled.

"Awe, don't be that way, Daddy."

Fuuuuuccccckkkkkk!

Teasing, flirting, goddammit all this boy was going to keep him on his toes, and he was gonna love every minute of it. Wherever this ended up going, there was one thing Maddox was certain of.

Shit had gotten seriously interesting.