ServingSimon (4 page)

Simon pressed his tongue flat against the underside of Max’s cock, making him jerk off the bed. Simon lifted his head and replaced his mouth with his tightened fist, quickly sliding his hand over Max’s shaft.

Max squirmed, fighting the pleasure as much as he could, even as Simon chuckled above him. “You can’t control an orgasm, Max. Not really,” he chided.

“I can try though,” Max said, desperately closing his eyes.

Then Simon did something that took the fight away from him. He didn’t know what it was, since he wasn’t watching him, but Max felt the faint scrape of teeth against his head and then the pressure in his groin released.

When he opened his eyes again Simon was kneeling above him and long lines of cum were sprayed over his chest and neck.

“Kiss me,” Max demanded, his voice a breathy pant.

Laughing, Simon obliged him. “I usually give the orders,” he said, trailing light kisses over Max’s lips and cheek. “But I think I can give you this one.”

He untied Max’s wrists and Max gratefully brought them to Simon’s shoulders. Max squeezed his arms, ran his hands over his back, and touched his hair.

“I’m going to go get cleaned up,” Simon said, pulling away and getting off the bed. Max was instantly sorry for the loss of contact. “Do you want to sleep alone tonight or would you like the company?”

Max smiled. “My choice?”

Simon nodded. “Of course.”

“It’s a big bed,” Max pointed out.

Laughing, Simon turned away. Max rolled over and sighed happily. He wanted more, practically needed it. But this little experiment had helped him relax. He could already feel some of the day’s stresses leaving him. Maybe, in time, Simon would be right. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply.

He was nearly asleep when he felt the bed dip behind him. Freshly showered, Simon smelled like cinnamon and cloves. Spicy and sweet. Like the perfect cup of chai tea. There was no hesitation as he wrapped his arms around Max’s sated body. As if he belonged there, Max relaxed into his hold, believing that he’d stay the night. That he’d wake up next to Simon in the morning. It had been a long time since someone had stayed that long. Max didn’t let them.

Simon’s hands came up to cup Max’s wrists where he’d been tied. They weren’t sore and didn’t hurt. Within a few minutes Max silently fell asleep, Simon’s warm breath tickling his shoulder.

Chapter Four

Max’s hands shook as he fumbled with the front door the next day, the key shaking in the lock. He took a breath, forcing himself to calm down. But the feeling didn’t last long as he nearly dropped his keys and swore loudly. On the other side of the door he heard footsteps coming toward him and he backed up, putting the key back in the pocket of his coat as he waited for his roommate to open the door.

“You look like shit,” Simon said, pulling the door wide and leaning against the frame.

Max’s mouth fell open at the sight of Simon in just a towel, his black hair damp and sticking up wildly. His cock automatically rose in response and he dropped his hand to the growing tent in his loose slacks. Simon’s bright blue eyes tracked the movement and when Max lifted his gaze again he saw a grin splayed across Simon’s face.

“How was work?” he asked casually.

Max roughly pushed past him, unwilling to continue talking to the man while they were in the doorway in full view of their elderly neighbors across the hall. He dropped his messenger bag, a holdover from his days as an intern at the hospital where he now worked, on the old oak bench under the place he hung his keys and went to the kitchen.

“Uh huh,” Simon said, coming up beside him and blocking his path with a firm hand on Max’s chest. He tried not to let that contact get to him. He couldn’t let Simon know what he did to him, or how much their brief night together meant to him. Or for him. Shit, he really didn’t know how to explain it. Only that he couldn’t. Not in words anyway. He backed up, quickly getting out of Simon’s reach. Sparing a look to his roommate, he walked around him and headed in the direction of the fridge. Simon’s hand on the back of his neck stopped him instantly, though. Unable to easily get away from that contact, Max stood still and waited for Simon to say whatever it was that he needed to before he’d let Max get the drink he so desperately wanted.

“You didn’t take your shoes off,” Simon said, his voice flat as he stepped closer to Max’s side.

Color rose to fill Max’s cheeks as he looked down at his feet. “Yeah. Sorry,” he mumbled, remembering Simon’s rules about cleanliness. “Forgot.” He turned to go back to the front hall, to the small section Simon had dedicated to their shoes, but Simon’s hand tightened on his neck, stopping him before he could take another step.

“While I’m glad that you remembered, it’s a bit too late for that. On your knees.”

Max couldn’t speak, could barely breathe as he let Simon push him down to the warm stone tile of their shared kitchen. Well, really, it was his kitchen since he owned the condo and Simon was simply a roommate, but at that moment as he looked up into Simon’s expectant gaze, the distinction really didn’t matter all that much.

“What do you want me to do?” Max asked, expecting the answer to be obvious even if it wasn’t. Not to him at least. They hadn’t done this before. Their one time together, the night before last, had been kinky and fun but Simon going down on him after he’d tied him up had been the end of it. Much to Max’s disappointment. They hadn’t talked about it the next morning and Max had gone to work as usual, thinking Simon had changed his mind about starting anything with him. But apparently, blessedly, he’d been wrong. “I can suck you off if that’s what you want. I mean, I know how and all.” He shut his mouth tightly, sounding like an idiot and Simon’s gentle smile didn’t really help. He could be laughing at him behind those perfect blue eyes for all Max knew. Actually, he didn’t know much about his roommate at all, as sad as that was.

Simon dropped his towel and Max licked his lips as the man’s hard cock came into view, its purple head slick and needy only inches from Max’s face. He leaned forward, his mouth open and ready to please Simon but the other man’s hand quickly dropped in front of his cock, blocking him. “Uh huh. First we do this my way.”

Frowning, Max looked up at him. “I thought we already did that. Don’t I get a turn?”

“No. Not without my say so,” Simon replied, his answer sounding automatic as he cupped his sack with one hand and braced himself against the countertop behind him with the other. “Tell me about your day.”

Max couldn’t even begin to tell Simon about the shit day he’d had, not when the sight of the man stroking himself, his long fingers moving slowly over his length, filled Max’s vision. He licked his lips and leaned forward, hoping Simon had changed his mind.

Simon shook his head. “I’ll tie you up again if you make me, Max. Not that I mind seeing you restrained, mind you. But sometimes we won’t have that luxury and I’ll need you to behave when and where I tell you to. Now, tell me about your day. If you’re good I’ll let you suck me off.”

The absurdity of the words Simon had said didn’t bother Max. He knew his roommate was a Dom. They’d gone over it, briefly, before Simon had tied him up in an effort to get him to relax. It had worked for that night at least. Not much longer than that, as his day had proven. But at least he’d been able to sleep that night which was damn near a miracle considering how he’d been lately. “I had meetings,” Max began, his gaze tracking Simon’s movements as his fingers moved over the thick width of his solid cock.

Simon nodded, his eyes nearly closing as he brought his hand up to the underside of his head. “Right. Meetings. They’re not the reason you look exhausted and stressed. Start talking.”

Max pursed his lips. “I’d rather just suck you.”

Chuckling, Simon opened his eyes and looked down at him. Max smiled, hopeful that Simon would forget all about whatever he’d looked like and just let him do what he wanted.

“Nice try. And I bet you’d be good at it, too, with your full bottom lip stroking against the underside of my cock, your tongue darting into the slit, your hands cupping my balls…”

His voice ended on a breathy whisper that had Max squirming in his position on the floor. “Yes. I can do that. I want to. Let me.” He reached for Simon’s cock, sure that the other man would let him this time.

But Simon stepped back again and Max sighed at the increased distance between them. “You suck,” he grumbled.

Simon smiled at him. “Not right now, but if you do as you’re told you might be able to.”

“And what if I don’t want to?” Max asked stubbornly.

“Don’t want to?” Simon echoed him.

Nodding, Max leaned back on his heels. He could play this game, too. Simon wasn’t so special. “Yeah. What if I don’t want to suck your cock? Maybe I’ve lost interest. Maybe I just—”

“Don’t lie to me, Max. Not to me and not to yourself,” Simon snapped at him. “Your eyes are wide, your cheeks are filled with color and I can see how hard you are from here. You want to play games, get an Xbox. You want to be an adult and admit your fucking desires, then stop messing around and answer my question.”

Max slowly nodded, unable to do anything else in light of Simon calling him out on his ploy. “You’re a bastard. You know that right? Here I am, offering to give you what will probably be a pretty awesome blowjob and you can’t stop denying me and asking me about my damn day. Which, as you know because you seem to know so damn much, was awful so let’s just move on from that,” Max fumed as he stared up at Simon.

One of Simon’s perfectly carved brows rose. “Dear sweet, Max…You haven’t even begun to see what a bastard I am.” He wiped a drop of fluid off the tip of his cock and held it out for Max but he refused to move closer, refused to give in to Simon, to show him just how much he wanted the other man. And so he stayed where he was and after a moment Simon shrugged and wiped his finger off on his muscular outer thigh. “And I want to know what happened at your job. That was the whole point of this. Remember? You letting yourself deteriorate, me stepping in to help you relieve some of that stress…That’s how this little thing between us is going to work. So, you can either tell me what happened or we can stop this and go back to just being roommates. Your call. But we aren’t doing these power play games of yours anymore. When you come home looking like you’ve gone through hell at that job of yours I want to help you deal with it. I want to help you get better, to thrive under the pressure you force yourself to go through. But if you’re unwilling to accept that help, then there’s nothing more for us to do here. I won’t keep pushing a sub who doesn’t want to be helped.”

Max frowned, unsure of what to make of Simon’s words. He wanted to help? Since when? “I already told you, I’m not leaving my job. I love being a surgeon. I’m a great doctor. People need me.”

“They need you healthy, too,” Simon countered. “And the added drinks to calm your nerves, the late nights where you barely sleep, the way your hands tremble when you drink your coffee—none of that helps those people you’re so desperate to fix. So at the end of the day are you going to let me help you or do I need to leave?”

“What?” Max asked, nearly yelling in his shock. “You can’t leave! You signed a lease. You can’t just break it.”

Sighing loudly, Simon dropped his hand from his cock and though he was still hard, the head of his cock bobbing against his lean stomach, he appeared no more bothered by the lack of stimulation than he would have by a fly in the room. Max on the other hand couldn’t look away from Simon’s heavy length. “I wouldn’t break my lease, Max. Wanting to take care of you doesn’t just stop with me making you cum. But if you’re hell bent on continuing this path of destruction and too stubborn to see that you obviously need help, especially when someone is offering to give it to you, then I don’t want to be around to watch you self implode. Because that’s what you will be doing at the end of it and you’ll take down everyone around you when you do. It may not be soon. You may be able to hold out for another six months. Maybe even a year. But at the end of this I guarantee you that you’ll crash and burn without help. And I refuse to watch you do that to yourself. So if you decide that you don’t want to be helped, that you’re too damn stupid to accept that you need it, then I’ll get my things together, transfer enough rent to cover my remaining months with you to your bank account and then walk away. I’m done watching you slowly kill yourself.”

Max could only stare at him, unsure if he’d heard him correctly. If he’d actually understood. “You have that much saved? That’s thousands of dollars.”

Simon rolled his eyes and pushed away from the counter. Without saying a word he picked up his towel and walked into his bedroom. Max was still on his knees when the bedroom door closed behind him.

Chapter Five

Feeling angry and uncomfortably out of control, Simon went to his window and pulled back the thick drapes. A woman walking her dog on the sidewalk below waved to him. He waved back, recognizing her from his morning runs through the quiet neighborhood. He’d miss this place with its tall trees and well groomed parks, but he’d meant what he said. He hadn’t known Max long, only a few months, but his self-destruction had steadily been getting worse. He waited until the woman and her dog had passed by his window before dropping the curtain back into place and going to his closet. It wouldn’t take long to get packed and a few of the Doms he knew would likely lend their subs if he asked for their help. He wasn’t above asking for help, especially not from the men he’d learned so much from. But he didn’t want to have to make that call in the first place.

“Simon?” Max called through the closed bedroom door.

While he would have preferred a soft knock, at least Max hadn’t barged into his private space. “You can enter,” he called, his hand stilling on the jeans he was thinking of putting on. The door opened and he stepped back to better see Max as he came in.

“Today was shit,” Max said, echoing his earlier statements.

Simon nodded, realizing as much when he’d seen the man at the front door. He waited patiently for him to say more, letting Max decide if he wanted to speak or not. He knew the conditions of getting him to stay, Simon didn’t need to go through them again.