Geoff showed him the lube, pocketed it, and dropped to a knee beside him. Chris's expression was wary. Reaching out, Geoff threaded his fingers through his hair, a soothing touch. Chris kept his eyes on him, not saying anything, but Geoff noticed his hands relaxed on his thighs.
"Thought I was just going to shove you down and do a hammer-and-nail job on you?" he asked lightly.
Chris snorted, a self-conscious sound. "Yeah, good luck with that."
Geoff set the condom aside, his pulse thudding at the quiet declaration. He summoned a smile. "Sam had a lot of fantasies about us. You and her, me and her, you and me with her. I expect you've given it some thought yourself. Have you only fantasized about her?"
There was a significant pause, Chris seeking the truthful answer. He was a pretty honest guy, all in all. Yet when he nodded, Geoff admitted it was a punch in the gut, but he pressed on, not letting that derail him.
"Based on present context, I'm thinking that wasn't because you didn't have any interest in fantasizing about us. Maybe you weren't sure how to make it play out in your fantasies. Or maybe you didn't want to take it in your head where you thought we might not be able to take it in real life, ever, without risking what we already have. Why tempt yourself with what could never be?"
The flicker in Chris's gaze confirmed the truth and soothed the impact in Geoff's gut. "Let's just take it one step at a time, then." Geoff slid his hand from Chris's hair to his neck. It was an incredible contrast. Sam was silk and cream, all soft woman. Chris was tanned, firm heat. Geoff wanted to touch them both endlessly. He thought of restraining them side by side on two tables. He'd blindfold them, lock them down so they couldn't move, but when he restrained their arms, he'd cuff their nearer wrists together so they could hold hands. As he enjoyed every inch of their different textures, scents, curves, softness and hardness, he'd watch their grip on each other tighten, scrape, caress and claw.
"You know what I am, right, Chris? Know the things I like?"
"Yeah." Chris's face was like carved marble, all those expressive emotions in compelling stasis.
"Anything you can't do, you just say, okay? Show me you understand." Geoff nudged him. "And breathe. You stopped."
Chris's lips tugged in a rueful smile and Geoff passed his thumb over them. Chris's eyes went deep gold and Geoff had to force himself to take his touch away. "Stay still," he ordered. "Like when you were watching that coyote and her kits in the Smiths' yard last month. Remember that? You said you didn't move for fifteen minutes, not wanting to spook her."
In this case, Chris was the animal Geoff didn't want to send crashing away into the forest, or charging him with teeth bared. Geoff molded his palm over the rounded expanse of his shoulder. The damn thing was the size of a large grapefruit. From there he drifted to his biceps, which were contracting then releasing. A glance down showed Chris was flexing his hand in a fist, nerves and tension.
"I want to try something. You'll be able to get out of it if you really want to." Geoff straightened and moved behind him. He didn't intend to take a detour from his plan, but when he trailed his hand along Chris's shoulder, he had to bury his fingers in the dark, thick hair for a blissful moment. Hunger overcame him and he pulled on it so Chris's head dropped back on his shoulders. The unwitting submissive response sent a hard shot of longing through him that tightened his fingers further. He saw the muscle in Chris's jaw flex, and his brown eyes were back to fire again.
Geoff forced himself to release him and stepped back, out of range of Chris's sight. The hot-as-hell view of him sitting bare-assed on his heels had only gotten better. When he dropped his head forward again, the layers of muscles down his back and in his tight buttocks flexed. Geoff wasn't sure where to start, because he wanted to start everywhere.
Picking up the belt again, he threaded the tongue through the buckle. As he knelt behind Chris, Chris's head turned, chin tucked toward his shoulder to watch what Geoff was doing. Geoff slid the loop over one of Chris's hands, tightened it on his wrist. Then he reached for the other. Chris quivered, one hard shudder that made Geoff pause, his own heart thudding up high in his throat. He carefully closed his hand on the free wrist, brought it behind Chris's back and worked the belt end around both of them. A belt was a good beginning restraint, because if secured loosely around both wrists, a person could work their way out of it, since it was too thick and rigid to be an unshakable binding. But if someone needed the sense of being restrained to let other things go, it was an optimal choice.
"I'm thinking maybe you did fantasize about us, but you didn't give yourself pictures. You didn't shine any light on it. Close your eyes, Chris."
Chris's lips set in a firm line as he stared at the wall, his fingers twitching under Geoff's grip. Geoff tilted his head enough to see his eyes were still open. Submissives were all different. Chris wasn't at Sam's level, plus he had some intriguing switch qualities. Yet he had desires and needs that Geoff's instincts recognized. He reacted accordingly.
"Close them, you hardheaded bastard," he said, tone as silky as a glide up Chris's cock, which was still sitting up high and mouthwateringly tight between his legs. "Else I'll blindfold you with my shirt."
Chris's lips twisted, but he complied, eyes shutting. He had thick, long lashes that fanned his tanned cheeks. Geoff gave the belt an extra cinch, putting his other hand flat on Chris's back so he felt his heart jump. His own did the same.
"So you're in darkness," he said, steadying his voice. "Total, pitch darkness. Where you're not Chris, you're not really anyone. Just pure need and want, no thought or judgment. You're on your stomach, the way you normally sleep." Geoff lowered him into that position, putting him flat, making sure his cock got pressed to the mattress in the right direction. Nothing could break a moment like having your dick at the wrong angle . . . unless the discomfort had erotic purpose. He thought of the sub he'd seen at the warehouse, trussed in pallet wrap and under a coating of heated wax.
He couldn't let his head get trapped in that space right now. His feelings for the man under his care was a bigger demand than ruminating on future possibilities. Chris's needs became his own, because every sense was focused on standing inside Chris, understanding where he was at, taking a journey with him.
As Geoff put him down on the mattress, he kept his hand curled over his shoulder, the other at his side to control the descent. Christ, the boy was heavy. Next time he'd have him lower himself first, then deny him the use of his hands. Good planning resulted in more pleasure
for them both. But once he had him there, the view was worth it. The mound of his ass, the valley of his back, the expanse of shoulders, pulled back, arms bound and knuckles resting on the rise of his ass. His cheek was pressed to the pillow, lips set in that tense line, hair falling over his brow. Geoff's gaze slid down over the powerful columns of his thighs, and muscled calves. His legs were spread enough Geoff could see the ripe plums of his balls. His cock would be like a steel pipe against his belly.
Geoff trailed a hand over his ass, down one thigh. "So you're in the dark," he continued, rising to push the door shut and draw the blinds, putting them in darkness in actuality, especially when he pulled the safety light out of the wall. "Even if you open your eyes, you don't see me anywhere. But you feel me."
He finished stripping off the rest of his clothes as he spoke, knowing Chris was hearing the zipper come down, the rustle of clothing. He expected his friend had opened his eyes at his implied permission. All he'd be able to see was Geoff's silhouette. "You know I'm here, and you wonder when I'm going to do something. Whether you should fight, how you can submit. That feels like the wrong thing to do, but it also feels right, too. The good thing is, you don't have to worry about it, not really. You can't fight the dark. It simply is. Slips around you, holds you, keeps you as long as it wants to."
He centered himself, drawing what he wanted and what he could feel from Chris into the same breath, deep into his lungs. Dropping to the mattress, he planted one knee between Chris's legs as he took a firm grip on his balls. Ah, fucking heaven. Chris's thighs quivered, his ass making a delectable twitch as Geoff fondled and squeezed.
"You don't have to worry about anything, because I'm the one making choices. Taking them. I want you, Chris." Geoff paused. "I've wanted you for a long time. But not as a casual fuck. Somehow, I knew when this moment came, it would be like this. As important as what we've started with Sam. Not a Let's see where this will go. This is permanent, forever, nobody getting out of it alive. This is it for us. Right?"
Another quiver. He'd wanted Chris to know he wasn't playing Dom games or just lonely for a piece of ass. He expected Chris knew, but Geoff needed to say it, because he was painfully aware there was one of them in this room who needed that to be clear. "Answer me," he demanded roughly.
Keeping his hold on Chris's testicles, he dipped his thumb between his buttocks and found the crinkled opening of his rim. Fine hairs curled around it. As he rubbed, Chris jerked in his grip, letting out a hoarse breath.
"Not hearing anything, Chris. Maybe something's got your tongue."