Service

We hadn’t even gotten to the moving in stage yet. Hell, we’d only been seeing each other a couple of months when we called it quits. We never ignited that spark, but I’ll be goddamned if it wasn’t there, just waiting to be lit. Then last week we ran into each other on the street and he called me that night, a testament to the fact that I wasn’t the only one wishing things could have been different.

Maybe putting it all on four days isn’t fair, or maybe it’ll set a fire under our asses and force us to get to the heart of the matter.

The knock to my door is quiet, gentle. Tentative.

I take a breath and force myself to calm. I need to be confident. I need to trust my instincts. Both Derek and I see something in each other or we wouldn’t be back here, spending four days together. Nodding to myself, I answer the door.

Derek is right there, already blushing, green eyes so bright. He’s in clothes that are easily three sizes too big, bag in hand.

I wish he wouldn’t hide his body. It’s not like he’s a bodybuilder or anything, but he’s slender and he has nice shoulders and abs. And his ass...well. If I wasn’t attracted I wouldn’t have been with him in the first place. He has to know that. Or I have to make him realize it.

Smiling, I open the door wide and give him the universal ‘come on in’ gesture with my arm. Even though we dated for two months and had sex in my bed, he’d never stayed the night here. Nor I at his place. This is going to be a totally new experience for both of us – taking it to the next level as they say.

“Simeon. Thank you for inviting me.”

“Trust me, it’s my pleasure.” Reaching out, I cup Derek’s cheek. It’s warm, hot almost from that blush, and his skin is smooth. He’s not a terribly hairy guy, but he’s clearly shaved for me and I’m pleased. “Both our pleasures I hope.”

“Yes, Sir.” He leans into my hand, resting against my touch for a moment.

The sir makes my heart beat a little faster.

Turning his head, he kisses my palm then straightens. “I brought my bag.”

“Good boy. You know where my room is. I cleared the top drawer for you. Unpack and meet me back in the living room. You have five minutes.”

Following orders makes him happy. Him following them makes me happy. I know there’s more for us, but we might as well start with what we know works.

“Yes, Sir.” Derek heads into my room, unpacking quickly. My sweet, baby boy.

I try and remember why we broke up. Oh yes, we didn’t think we had enough in common and neither of us thought fantastic sex should be the only reason to stay together. God, we’re stupid. It might not be the only thing keeping us together, but it was enough to keep going and find something else. Hell, I can invent ten or twelve.

I wait patiently—well, I’m impatient, but I don’t let it show—listening to some overtures for trombone. I don’t even bother noting the time—I’m pretty sure he’ll be less than the allotted five minutes. Derek is not into chastisement, that’s not his thing.

Which works for me—the twinks who push and act out for punishment never did turn my crank. You want a spanking? Fucking ask for it.

What Derek craves is activity, service, care. He never asks for it—I don’t know if he even realizes it, but thinking back to our time together, I can tell that’s what he needs.

Before long Derek is back, standing before me. I nod to him, waiting for him to go to his knees in front of me. He kneels, hiding in the baggy clothes and behind the fall of dark hair.

I take a breath and begin, knowing this will build the foundation of our weekend, hell possibly of our entire relationship. “We need to lay out the rules for the next four days. You may speak freely during this discussion.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You’ll be naked indoors. There’s a half apron you can wear while cooking and cleaning.” My boy has nothing to be ashamed of. Not a single thing and I won’t have it. I will let him know how much I admire every part of him, both physical and not. “You will serve me this weekend. Cooking, cleaning, feeding me, giving me pleasure. Your care will bring us both peace.”

Derek doesn’t meet my eyes, simply nods.

“You will sleep at the bottom of my bed, unless otherwise stated.” I’m pushing it this weekend, but I believe that’s what was missing when we were last together.

“Do you even want me here?” he asks.

I don’t hesitate for even a second with my answer. “More than anything.”

Derek nods, sighing softly.

“Talk to me, boy.” This isn’t going to work if we can’t be upfront with each other and I need him to be comfortable enough to express his needs.

“I want you to want me here.” He sighs again then adds, “To like me.”

“Derek, I do. If I didn’t, you wouldn’t be here. What makes you think I don’t want you here or like you?” Have I already blown it? Have I taken a wrong step somewhere?

“I’m just... I feel like you’re acting like I’ve already fucked up.”

“You don’t want rules?” I can’t believe that. “Would you prefer we just go free-form?” I hesitate to do so because that’s what led us to breaking up in the first place—just going with the flow.

“I don’t know. I…I really need a hug. God, I’m a fuck up. No wonder.” He closed his mouth, his teeth clicking together then continues. “What other rules?”

Someone is so nervous it’s pouring off him. I open my arms. A hug is immanently doable. He pushes up and I hold him tight, wrap him close.

“You belong right here, boy.” Above everything else, I want him to know that.

“I just want to make you happy and be happy.”

“I know. But us just being together without rules, without order, without service, that didn’t work last time, did it?” I just want to find the balance that keeps our boat rocking.

“No. No, I’m just nervous,” he admits. “Super nervous.”

“I know how to help relax you.”

Smiling I bring our lips together. Derek immediately opens up, melts against me. He tastes good. Like toothpaste and underneath that, there’s my boy. Salty and warm, with an unexpected sweetness. Better. Better.

I forget sometimes that I need to reassure him. It’s not so much that he’s new to this kind of thing, more that he lacks the confidence of a well-topped sub. I need to help him reach that place.

I grab the bottom of his shirt and begin to pull it up. I drag my fingernails along his skin.

“No too big clothes,” I growl, repeating the rule regarding his nudity, making sure it sinks in.

It was something I couldn’t change in the time we were together, no matter how much I hinted that I wanted to see him in proper fitting clothes, no matter how much I told him he was sexy.

I strip him bare, his perfect body begging for attention. My hands are eager to give it and I touch him, feeling his little nipples harden under my touch. He arches for me, exhales, his entire expression relaxing.

Our mouths meet again and I push my tongue in, fucking his mouth. My boy submits beautifully, opening up to me.

Once every inch of him is bare to me, I explore it all, touching him everywhere. Better. I grin, hands dragging, and I continue with the rules.

“Our third rule will be no cursing.”

“Fourth, Sir.”

“You’re right, it is the fourth.” I hadn’t been testing him, but I’m pleased he was paying close enough attention he caught my mistake. It tells me that it really was just nerves that made him hesitate, made him question whether I wanted him here or not.

I keep touching him, stroking his body so that he can feel the connection between us.

“If there’s anything you want you need to ask me.” We Doms like to pretend we’re all seeing mind readers, but the truth is, we’re just pretty good at evaluating our subs and the best relationship I can have will be one where my lover isn’t afraid to share his needs, his fantasies.

Hell, I can probably figure out what Derek needs most of the time, but those fantasies—they aren’t always clear. We all like to keep that part of ourselves well-hidden. Derek needs to know all of him is safe with me. Every last inch and every single desire.

“Yes, Sir. I just want to make this work.”

“Me too. I’m pretty sure all that was missing before was proper communication and a deeper trust.”

Derek stares at me. “I tried, I swear I tried.”

I shake my head as I cup his face so he can’t look away. “It takes two to tango, and I was in no way blaming you.”

God, I love the way the air between us is charged, electric. The attraction was always there, but this intensity is new, deeper. This is what I was looking for, what we can build on.

I pull in a deep breath and I’m thrilled that he does, too, like he has to because we’re already that connected.

I hum for him, touch his lips, his ears, his eyelids. Everywhere on his face. I see him. I’m making sure to look this time, and to let him know that I am. By the time I’m done, he’s trembling, shaking in my arms.

His need is intoxicating, his cock hard for me now, begging for my attention. I’m not going to touch his prick, though. This will all be easier if he’s needing.

“Anything else before we begin, boy?”

“No, Sir. No. We haven’t begun?”

“We’re setting ground rules before we begin.”

“Okay.” He’s staring at me. I can read the trust there and I can see how much he wants me, too.

I’m ready and I know he is, too. “Then let’s begin right now.”

I take his mouth, start us off with a deep, hungry kiss. His lips open, easy as anything, beautiful and eager. I play with his tongue, sliding mine along it, tangling them together. I love how he tastes, how he feels. I know I’m going to love how he serves.