Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 7

you know you can stop it at any time."
    Against his jaw now, higher. Against the dip under his lower lip, higher. "Don't you, Ty?"
    "Yes." He mindlessly prayed for that finger to move a little higher, against his lips, between them. Inside his mouth. Inside him. But it never did, never came to invade him. Instead it held in place, right beneath his lip, the touch was barely there and it still printed Ty's whole body without doing much of anything. "I'd rather not have the scene before the exhibition, because you'll be sore and I don't think it's a good idea for you to be in any condition other than in your prime when you sit there and have people goggling at you. But I would like to have some…basic training."
    "Sounds like a scene to me," Ty muttered and used all the strength he had in him not to gasp when Chase's finger stroked just the outline of his lip. "If you consider it to be one, then it is. You won't be required to get naked and I won't even touch you unless you ask me to. It's simply about proving a point, nothing more."
    Proving a point. Ty was sure he didn't want any points proven because his own were turning into mush while Chase was perfectly calm. But he did want to try it. Needed to try it because this not knowing was far worse than anything. "And I would still have my words?"
    "Yes."
    Ty chewed the inside of his lower lip, suddenly so goddamn aware of everything again. But he soon nodded and looked at Chase. "Okay. Basic-training with no nakedness and no touching and I have my words."
    Chase grinned and his hands were no longer there, they were gone now. No longer touching, no longer holding. No longer conquering, claiming. But his expression was enough to screw up Ty's head and the grin grew wider when Ty swallowed loud enough for someone in the other room to hear it.
    "Stand up."
    Ty looked at the man who had sat next to him but who was standing now and Ty was immobile, unable to make his muscles function. Chase's eyes looked at him with a shimmer, chastely and still so inviting. Willing his body to move, telling him that was what he was meant to do now. Numb and still electrified, Ty stood up and turned to face Chase. And as soon as he did, one hand took hold of his belt buckle, while the other rose back up. Lazy, like a predator playing with his prey, Chase entangled his fingers with Ty's hair, burning Ty's scalp and rushing his blood while their bodies came closer.
    Fingers played with the buckle, pulled the belt out of its metal hoops. "You remember your words?"
    "Yes."
    Fingers clung to the buckle, the belt hung loose against the front of Ty's jeans. "Do you want to say either one?"
    Breath against his lips, eyes still pierced into his. Fingers squeezing so tight there wasn't a way for him to move. "No."
    The smile transforming Chase's features into something even more wicked was like a tidal wave against Ty's nerves, clenching each end until he was shivering beneath his skin. One firm yank, and Ty could feel his belt getting pulled out of each hoop. One after another, determined and reaching towards a goal Ty couldn't see, but his eyes became blind to anything other than the slow burn building hotter and hotter in Chase's eyes. The deep blue was now almost bottomless, like looking at a starless sky only seconds before the storm. Devouring him, calling out for him. And somehow the sharp command to turn around, didn't even make Ty blink, not even when the hand let go of his hair and he felt the end of his belt disappear. He did what he was told to do. Followed every word, every wordless demand Chase's hands made while they never let go of Ty's body when he turned towards the table.
    "Hands behind your back."
    They were senseless already, felt nothing, not even the touch that was placed around his wrists as soon as his hands were held against the small of his back. The belt, his own, black leather and soon decorating the lines and drawings on his skin, like poetry carved on skin. Yanked tighter, until Ty couldn't move his hands where they now were. And the momentary shame of panic and terror was noticed by the one standing behind him. A hand scraped through his hair, gentle this time, combed through his short hair before settling against the back of Ty's neck.
    "Still remember your words?" His words. He had his words. No danger. No immediate danger.
    Ty nodded, turning his head slightly over his shoulder. "I don't want to say them." It took more than he knew he had it in him to get the words