Brandon nuzzled his forehead. “How long until we have to meet them for dinner?”
“About an hour.”
“Okay.” He rolled on top of Stuart, propped on his arms, a playful smile curving his lips.
Stuart’s cock responded even before Brandon did anything beyond that.
Brandon noticed and lowered his hips to Stuart’s, gently grinding against him but not anything close to trying to get him off. “Afterdinner,” Brandon softly said. “I want something to help distract you from your anxiety. Being horny’s always been a good distraction for you.”
Brandon increased the pressure a little, denim grinding on denim, with Stuart able to feel Brandon’s bulge, too. “When we return from dinner, Master’s going to have some fun and help his boy sleep. For now, you need to get our shirts and slacks for tomorrow, and our suits for Saturday, unpacked from our luggage so they’re not wrinkled.”
“Yes, Master.”
Even though Eileen had told Stuart with the cold weather that jeans were fine, Brandon had insisted they’d wear suits.
Had even gone shopping with Stuart to buy him one, since he didn’t own one. Several pairs of slacks and dress shirts and a couple of ties, but he’d never owned asuit.
Brandon wanted them to lookgood, as he’d explained.
Brandon leaned in, mouthing the side of Stuart’s neck, and nipped him. “Who’s my good boy?”
A pleasant shiver rippled through Stuart’s body. “Me, Master.”
A sexy, throaty chuckle rumbled from Brandon. “Yes, yes you are. Remember not to call me that in front of others, though, okay? Don’t scare the ’nillas.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy.” Brandon sat up on his knees and reached down, palming Stuart’s bulge and squeezing just enough to make Stuart moan, needy, hornier than hell now.
Jake, who?
The man was a Master in more ways than one.
“And I want to talk to you about something.”
“What, Sir?”
* * * *
Brandon had already run this past Jeff earlier that morning, while Stuart was finishing their packing. He’d opted to save it back as another mental distraction for Stuart to focus on. Jeff had been fine with it, eager, even.
Hopefully, Stuart would be, too, and it’d give Brandon one more weapon in his arsenal of mass distraction for helping Stuart cope this weekend.
“You two boys seemed to have a lot of fun with the DP training. I’ve decided I’d like to try it, at least once.”
He watched as Stuart’s green eyes widened, a smile filling his face. “You do?”
Bingo.
The smile alone told him what he needed, much less added in with Stuart’s happy tone.
“Yes. Since you and Jeff are now old hands at it, you’re going to need to help me with it.”
Stuart sat up, kissing him. “Oh, it’s…amazing. I mean, yeah, I agree with Jeff that it’s not something I’d want to doallthe time, but…it’s hard to describe how amazing it feels.”
“I know it’s felt good from the other end,” he teased. “You won’t think it unmasterly of me to do that?”
Stuart shook his head. “No, Sir! Not at all.” His smile widened to a grin. “Does this mean you’ll sometimes be wearing a butt plug to work?”