Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 7

mental havoc and more motionless torture. Ty wasn't sure how much more he could take before he would break. Wasn't sure how far he could go before he would have to stop. Wasn't sure how far he would go before he'd gone far enough. He didn't even know what far enough meant, didn't know how to get there or how to stay there until he'd feel good again.
    The empty humming inside his head was like a hammer blow every time Chase's hands touched his. Just one touch and Ty was full of bottomless hunger. He needed more of those hands, more of that touch. Needed it to be harder and fiercer. Needed it to push and pull him, further and further, faster and deeper and heavier and then force him into the freedom that somehow hovered over him every time he was with Chase. It was right there, Ty could feel it and still he didn't know how to reach it.
    "I want to try it," Ty said, eyes held onto the creation being born into his skin. Chase drew narrow lines next to the old ones, the red color too bright against the black and too blood-like while swirling against Ty's wrist. But the man didn't respond, as if he wasn't hearing what he wanted to hear. Ty turned his hand when gestured to do so, pressing the side of his palm against the desk. "I didn't want it before. I never thought I could want it until I…couldn't get enough of anything else."
    "Try, huh?" Chase said and tugged on Ty's wrist when he turned the hand further. "What does that mean? You want me to put silk ribbons on your wrists and give you a little spanking while we fuck?"
    Mocking, definitely. Ty looked up but wasn't met with midnight blue eyes. Instead he saw the concentration and the drive, the same he had seen many times before. "No. I don't want any sex games. I want…"
    Ty looked back down again, his eyes now on the fingers holding the marker. Long and lean, short nails that were clean and even. Beautiful hands, really. Ones that could create the most beautiful pictures and the most tormenting pain. He knew that already without ever feeling it. Knew it and wanted it too.
    "I want one scene. I want more than just pain 'cos pain is only skin deep, and that's not enough anymore. It's still good and I still want that too but I need something deeper."
    Chase made a few more lines before he took the marker off of Ty's skin. The cap was soon back on, the marker on the desk and the man investigated the picture. "This is what I planned on doing. It looks a bit different with the marker but it's gonna be in grey eventually."
    Ty imagined what was being told to him. Saw the lighter shades of grey and how it would make the tattoo look more alive. He moved his hand from the desk next to the pile of cloth he had in his lap and followed the lines with his fingertips. It would look great. It already did but it would become even better. Even more perfect. Even more like him, a deeper part of him. "Both arms, right?"
    "Sure."
    Ty nodded and looked at Chase. "Sounds good."
    The one sitting on his stool opposite of Ty held his eyes for years and years before he rolled the stool closer and leaned his elbow against the desk. "I don't play games. Not inside the bedroom or outside of it. If you're looking for a thrill and want me to be your guinea pig, then I'm not interested."
    Ty shook his head. "Not what I'm looking for."
    Chase seemed to think of something while he kept completely quiet for one moment and then he moved even closer. Their knees were touching under the desk, just their knees and two layers of denim between their skins but it was still a connection, if only a faint one. But that small connection and the oceans deep tie between the two gazes was enough to hook Ty into those eyes. "You will have a safe-word and a word for slowing things down and you will use them if you feel I'm going too far. I need to trust you on this, because once we begin, I will be in total control and I don't care how much you fight or scream. You will do what I tell you to do whether you like it or not. Understood?"
    Total control.
    Ty had been in places where other people had put pain on him, but never had he let go of control. Ever. It had always been his rules, his play, his decisions. Only his. Completely his. He'd have to let go now. Let go of the rules, of the control. Of himself. Of everything he knew and felt as himself and as the person he was because that person didn't let go. Not of anything. But he wasn't that person anymore, now was he? That person wouldn't have begged to be touched