SE Jakes Bound By Honor (19 page)

He looked to see if his confession was enough.

Tanner sucked one of his bal s and then stopped. Damon growled a harsh warning, but Tanner remained stoic.

“I lived on the streets for a while. This gay guy took me in—no, not like that, Tanner—and he helped me. I was just

starting to realize I enjoyed boys far more than girls. Greg never judged me. And when I was fifteen, I started working in

clubs.

Before that, I helped Greg out in the back of his, having to take cover when the place was raided. He was a club

owner.

He lived unconventional y, to say the least. Hel , I can’t imagine CPS would look kindly on a forty-year-old gay man

taking in gay boys. But it was never like that—not at al . He was aboveboard. Had his own lovers but never found anyone

special before he died.

Said it didn’t matter, because he helped us.”

“You and LC?”

“Yeah. One more guy too. He arrived around the same time I did,” Damon said. “LC was already living at Greg’s when

I got there.”

Greg’s house—part refuge, part party and probably the best place for a gay boy to learn about becoming a gay man.

He didn’t have to close his eyes to remember how he’d felt that first day when Greg asked him if he’d like to move in.

“I have nowhere to go,” Damon admitted, feeling brash and a little more than irritated. “I can’t pay
you with money

but I
can pay you with—”

Greg held up his hand and chuckled a little, although not unkindly. “Son, you’re not my type. I’m into
bears, which

you’re not, and you’re way too young.”

“You’re taking me in out of the goodness of your heart?” Damon snapped.

“Something like that. I’ve watched yo u work—you d o a good j ob. Yo u com e i n o n time, y o u don’t
shirk your

responsibility and you’re trustworthy. You’re also going to get yourself unto a hell of a lot of
trouble staying i n that

shithole motel.”

Greg was right, of course. Damon had been itching to get out of that place and when he’d walked into Greg’s home, a

sprawling brownstone, he knew he’d come home.

He was pointed to the second floor and found his own room and bathroom. He had free rein of the house except for

the third floor, where Greg’s rooms were, although that rule would be tossed soon enough.

“You’re not going to, like, force me to try to go to school or shit like that, are you?”

“I might.” Greg slid dinner in front of him. “But I’ll let you get settled in before I start to mother the
shit out of you.”

Greg had indeed mothered the shit out of al of them and they’d al grown to appreciate it. Welcome it.

Damn, he missed Greg. Greg would tel him what to do…help him through this confusion he felt with Tanner.

He was starting to real y care about Tanner, way too much. And as much as he fought it, it wasn’t going to work.

No matter what, Tanner was going to hurt him.

“Where is he now?” Tanner asked.

“He died of a heart attack when I was eighteen. He left us money and we invested it before we went into the military.

When we got out, we had more than enough to be independent. It’s what we always wanted.”

The words poured out of him quickly. It was the first time he’d told anyone that story.

“So you opened Crave because of Greg?”

“Something like that.”

“Jesse grew up in foster homes too,” Tanner offered. “He talked about that a little. About you.”

Jesse’s background was eerily similar to Damon’s in so many ways. He’d tugged at Damon’s heartstrings as wel as

his cock.

“How long were you with Jesse?”

“We were together four and a half years,” Damon said. From the beginning, it had been a push-and-pul tug-of-war,

with Jesse needing more and more submission a nd Damon wanting t o dominate hi m less a nd less. “He liked i t when I

performed with others.”

“You Dommed other guys while he watched?”

Yes, Jesse was usual y bound and gagged at the time. “It’s what he wanted.”

Tanner knew when not to push. “I’ve only had relationships with women,” he confided. “Not exactly long-term—and not

since I went into the Army, but there was something thril ing about dating a woman and fucking men at the same time.”

“And you stil like that?”

“No. Women aren’t helping me anymore.”

“Neither was fucking men,” Damon noted and Tanner just snorted, neither denial nor admission. “I know you realize

final y that submission doesn’t mean you’re weak.”

“I knew that. Jesse was one of the strongest men I knew.”

Damon stared at his cock. “You going to do something about that?”

Tanner shrugged and reached into his pocket to pul out a pair of handcuffs. “Put these on first and I’l think about it.”

Damon stared at the cuffs in disbelief. Before he could get a word in, Tanner said, “Please.” So plaintive. Strong. And

as commanding as Damon had ever heard.

Tanner’s
please
had been a couched,
do it now
. And Damon’s cock had jumped in response, something Tanner

hadn’t failed to notice.

Damon clicked them o n a nd Tanner simply stared a t the wa y the silver cuffs looked o n Damon’s wrists a s Damon

surrendered by putting his hands over his head and waiting.

“So fucking hot,” he breathed and Damon gave him a lazy smile.

“You’ve got the keys to the kingdom—for a little while. What are you going to do now, sweet boy?”

Fuck, there was so much he wanted to do, hadn’t thought it al the way through, mainly because he knew Damon

wouldn’t let Tanner fuck him. Not now, anyway, although it was definitely something Tanner planned on revisiting in the

future.

He moved up Damon’s body and sucked on a nipple—hard, then bit below it, leaving a mark, his mark, on Damon’s

chest. And when Damon sucked in a breath, Tanner repeated it on the other nipple and then began to kiss a wet trail

back down to the man’s heavy, thick cock. Teased the big man with a suckle to the bundle of nerves just under the head

and laughed when Damon’s hips jumped.

“I might have to tie your legs too.”

“Try it,” Damon said through clenched teeth. Tanner knew ful wel that Damon could easily extricate himself from those

cuffs if he wanted to. He made a mental note to ask Damon if they actual y taught that during Delta training or if it was a

trick Damon picked up in the BDSM clubs.

The fact that he hadn’t, that he was playing along, wel , that said it al to Tanner. Time to push his luck a little. With a

few strokes t o Damon’s cock, he left i t behind i n favor o f moving back u p the man’s body. H e straddled Damon’s

face, watching careful y to see what the reaction would be.

When Damon licked his bottom lip slowly, Tanner let out a long slow breath. “Suck my cock, Damon.”

He pushed his hand into Damon’s hair, bringing his head up as though planning to force him. And Damon went with it,

opened his mouth and took Tanner in, pausing at first to lick the crown and then stick his tongue inside the slit…and holy

fuck, Tanner nearly jumped out of his skin.

He swore Damon chuckled around his cock then, because he’d taken it more than halfway into his mouth by that

point, the warm, wet suck making Tanner pump his hips back and forth, fucking Damon’s face.

Damon had sucked his cock before, but this…this was the fantasy Tanner couldn’t get out of his mind…Damon,

cuffed, helpless, submitting to him.

Damon swal owed him then, hummed while doing so, and Tanner went stiff and had to stop himself from coming.

He looked down at Damon, whose eyes never left him while his mouth worked, deep-throating him and then pul ing

back, the sucking sounds fil ing the air around them. And as much as he wanted to make this last forever, Damon was

too damned good. The wicked glint i n Damon’s eye let Tanner know that Damon would make hi m come i n about three

seconds…and he would love it.

“Damon, Christ…” He gripped Damon’s hair hard a s he shot down the man’s throat, sa w stars a nd managed t o pul

himself back so he wasn’t choking Damon.

Damon seemed none the worse for wear, just licked his lips in an obscene manner that made Tanner want to do it al

over again.

Damon remained on his back on the porch, wrists cuffed and his cock hard as hel . And he was actual y fucking okay

with it.

And once Tanner could move again, Tanner guided him up, stil cuffed, and brought him inside into the bedroom.

“You don’t have to do anything. Just lie down,” Tanner instructed.

Damon found himself obeying. And liking it, although this wasn’t close to D/s. No, this was Tanner’s way of making

him relax. But the switch was palpable. Damon hadn’t realized he’d been fal ing into old patterns until Tanner shoved him

out of them—roughly. By necessity.

Taking care of him like no one ever had before.

“Come here,” he said huskily. This time, Tanner complied easily, lying on the bed beside him. “I know I don’t have to

do anything…but I want to. So take these off and put them on yourself for me.”

Tanner’s face flushed. “I need to finish what I started with you.” Even as he spoke, his hand went between Damon’s

legs.

“I’m not a cocktease.”

“No, you’re not, baby. But getting you off gets me off, so let me.”

Tanner looked unsure, but he did as Damon asked. Damon grabbed the boy then, swung him so Tanner was on his

back with Damon over him. “That was real y goddamned hot, Tanner.”

“Yeah.”

He stroked down the side of Tanner’s face. “Put the cuffs on.”

He got off the bed and rummaged through his bag, hearing the click as Tanner complied with the request. When he

came back, he was holding a leather cock ring that he promptly snapped on at the base of Tanner’s cock, snugly.

Tanner just stared at it.

“Can’t come without my help this time for sure.” Damon smirked. “On your hands and knees, the way I like you.”

Tanner swal owed hard, hesitated only for a second before doing so. Once splayed there, Damon simply buried his

face in Tanner’s ass, sucking, licking, spearing his tongue so he could fuck the boy that way.

“Damon…Damon…” Tanner just repeated his name, over and over as his body began to tremble.

Damon knew how hard it was for Tanner to not col apse downward—to have his cock hanging in the air without a

touch to stop the intense pressure—and so Damon reached forward and stroked the already hard cock.

Pure, sweet torture for the boy, and Damon enjoyed every second o f giving i t. Licked a nd sucked a nd stroked until

Tanner went down on his elbows, whimpering, sweating.

It was only then Damon released the leather cock ring, al owing Tanner to explode against his chest, the sheets…

shuddering, cursing and moaning al at once.

Damon’s legs stretched, his toes curled and he came hard against the sheets with his face stil buried in Tanner’s ass.

When he was able to move, he crawled up to Tanner, who took one look at his come-soaked chest and stomach and

leaned in to lap it up, licking and cleaning.

Damon watched, his dick growing more than half-hard almost instantly as Tanner’s tongue rasped against his cock

now, cleaning the head.

“Nice job, baby boy. God, you’re good.”

And when Tanner finished, he curled up next to Damon.

Damon turned into him, rubbed his back. “Are you okay?”

“You have to ask?”

“Always.”

Tanner shifted and propped his head up on his arm. “We’re not in a scene, you know.”

“Scene or not, I’m always going to make sure I didn’t press your limits too far, too fast.”

Tanner nodded. “You didn’t. Did I push yours?”

The little shit had, but Damon would be damned if he admitted it. Instead, he rol ed off the bed with a derisive snort

and headed to the shower.

Under the hot spray, with the steam shower pumping, he braced his palms against the wal and ducked his head,

letting the water wash over his head and pound the back of his neck.

Thinking too much—should be fucking, not thinking.

He would make sure the rest of the weekend went that way.

Damon came inside after a long afternoon of lying in a hammock doing absolutely nothing—and enjoying that for the

first time in forever.

He found Tanner wasn’t nearly as content. He’d gone fishing for a while that afternoon and was supposed to join

Damon outside after he’d put his gear away. When that didn’t happen, Damon went looking for the boy and found him

sitting on the couch staring into space.

Anger radiated off him in waves, and he spoke before Damon had the chance to.

“I’m re-upping,” he said, his voice harsh, like he expected an argument. He hadn’t discussed it with Damon yet—not

that he had to, and stil , it made Damon’s stomach tighten.

Tanner held his cel phone in his hand. “I just told my family the good news.”

“You cal ed them?”

He nodded. “My mother—trying to talk me out of it. She cal ed to check in, to make sure that I was stil on track to get

out and join the family. Then my father told me that I’d forfeit my trust if I stayed enlisted.”

“What did you say?”

“I told them to send me the papers and I’l sign off on al rights to my inheritance. I don’t want it—

never did.” Tanner’s voice was rough with truth and with the pain of losing his family. “There’s no repairing the

relationship between us. If they can’t handle me in the Army, they sure as hel couldn’t handle me being in a relationship