Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 7

by a stranger. That person wouldn't have begged to be hurt.
    Ty nodded but couldn't bring himself to speak. His eyes dropped lower, back to those fingers and those hands, imagining how they would feel on his skin when given no boundaries. It did scare him and being scared wasn't all that familiar to him either. But the fear felt good as well. Dragged tiny shards of anticipation through him until it somehow blended with the calmness he felt when he was around Chase. Like everything was okay. Like it all made sense.
    "What are you thinking about?" Chase asked after Ty had held voiceless for a few long minutes. Nothing to say really and still there was so much. And Ty was sure he'd have to say it eventually because there was no point in pretending he was only looking for a good time and anyone would do. "I like pain. And I like tattoos. The fact that I can get both from you isn't really the only reason why I've been coming here for the past year. And it wasn't just the pain that made me…bounce like a pony on your table. But you already knew that, didn't you?"
    Ty lifted his gaze and met one just as ripped. "I think I figured you out by the third time you came here."
    "Oh…I was that obvious, huh?"
    Chase shrugged. "By the fifth time I started counting how many times you would bite your lip so that you wouldn't moan."
    "I don't do that."
    "Yeah you do. And I wish you wouldn't 'cos I've heard you moan and I wouldn't mind hearing it again."
    Hello boner!
    "Probably won't be an issue."
    Chase grinned and with that small curl of his lips a flame lit up in his eyes, burning its way right to the centre of Ty's core. And the burn felt so good, almost heavenly. Fire flamed inside Ty, brighter and brighter by the second when Chase moved his stool around the desk and settled right next to Ty. A hand brushed his naked arm before rising higher, and the higher it got, the more length Ty's body seemed to gain. Like he was stretching towards the ceiling, trying to extend his body so that the touch would linger a little longer.
    "We'll keep it simple… Your safe-word is red, okay? If you feel like I'm going too far, you will say it and I will stop. Immediately. I promise you that. If you need me to slow down, you say 'yellow', and I will stop what I am doing, give you a moment and move on to something else. But you can beg for anything…I like to hear you beg. 'Please' sounds very enticing while coming from your lips."
    Chase rolled his stool even closer until he was almost pressed against Ty's side. And Ty wasn't even thinking of turning his head and looking at the man because that would've been pointless. His eyes were closed already and his head was too busy tilting towards his shoulder to give Chase's hand more room to roam over Ty's neck. Just fingertips, slow circles and even slower soundless words. And his body heard every one though his ears heard nothing. And it was the emptiness in that space that made Ty's body crowded. Suddenly full of feelings that were safe and terrifying at the same time, pulling him away while pushing him towards the hand, the man.
    The touch placed on top of his thigh was anything but soft. Ty could feel the weight of Chase's palm, the size of it, the shape. Not much larger than his but his was weak now. Powerless. Stripped once again and the feeling of covered nakedness felt odd and unfitting. Not him. Not like him. And still there were miles and miles of recognition blooming inside him, telling him this was the way it should be and he was only doing what he was supposed to. And no matter how far that hand went, the one now covering the whole of his neck and the one rising higher to lure his hips into the familiar ache, Ty's mind drifted away. Further and further, until his thinking seemed to be only a small black dot in the whiteness of his mind.
    "Your limits, Ty. Those are the only ones you need to worry about 'cos those are the ones we'll follow. Do you know what they are?" Chase asked while his hand rose yet a little higher. Ty's breath came out a little gruff, his lips suddenly dry and his throat throbbing while he felt the weight of Chase's hand against the skin of his neck. He managed to shake his head before a word got out. "No."
    "That's okay too," Chase muttered and slid his thumb higher, following the vein under Ty's skin. "We'll find them. And I'll push you further and further until you've gone as far as you can. And then I'll push you some more. And you will let me do that because