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Chapter Four
     
    Tyler let Tom drag him to bed after the 11:00 p.m. weather update. “Sitting up worrying isn’t going to help a damn thing,” Tom insisted. “I do, however, know how to take your mind off of everything.” He grabbed Tyler and kissed him, hard, with a hand fisted in his lover’s hair until Tyler’s body melted against him.
    “That’s what I wanted,” Tom hoarsely said as he nipped his way down Tyler’s jaw to the hollow of his throat. With his hand still entwined in Tyler’s hair and his other arm around his waist, Tom licked and kissed Tyler’s throat as he slowly backed him toward their bed. “I want you to let go and let me be in charge tonight. I’ve got you all to myself and I’m gonna fuck the worry right out of you,” he promised. “You’ll sleep so good tonight, buddy. I’m gonna take good care of my guy, I promise.” His voice sounded thick and raw, full of passion and commanding obedience.
    Tyler fumbled for Tom’s waistband until he finally found the fly and got his jeans unfastened. He pushed them and his briefs down his hips and sank to his knees as Tom sat on the bed in front of him. With Tom’s hand still firmly fisted in his hair, Tyler yanked Tom’s jeans and underwear off his legs and dove for his cock. It stood rigidly erect, every vein visible.
    Tyler glanced up at him. Tom’s brown gaze smoldered down at him. “That’s right, buddy,” he encouraged. “You know what I want.”
    Tyler eagerly devoured his lover’s cock. It disappeared between his lips as he wrapped a hand around the base of it, cradling his balls with the other.
    Tom’s other hand cupped Tyler’s face, his fingers curling around the back of his neck. He felt utterly possessed. His own cock throbbed in his pants, aching to be set free.
    “Don’t make me come,” Tom ordered. “Just be my good boy and get me nice and hard so I can plow that sweet, tight ass of yours with it.”
    His words made Tyler whimper around his cock. Tyler wanted to swallow him whole, suck every last drop of cum out of him, but Tom had said the magic words to ensure Tyler would turn himself inside out to obey.
    Be my good boy.
    Even his ass clenched in pleasant anticipation of what it’d feel like having this hot cock fucking him, the way Tom’s balls would feel hitting against his thighs, the feel and weight of the taller man’s body pressing him into the mattress…
    His heart raced. He’d need to watch it or he’d make himself come just thinking about it.
    Finally, Tom made him relinquish his cock. “Get nekkid, baby,” Tom’s voice rumbled, deep and thick with passion. “I’ll go get what I need.” He stood, pulling Tyler up to him and kissing him fiercely before letting him go. “Your ass better be in the air when I come back.” Tom walked toward the bathroom after slapping him on the ass.
    “Yes!” Tyler said, his fingers trembling as he tried to unbutton his shirt. Finally, after fumbling the top two, he yanked the damn thing off over his head and threw it on the floor. His slacks and briefs, which sported a wet spot, followed.
    He was on his hands and knees in the center of the bed when Tom returned.
    “Such a good boy,” Tom said.
    Tyler felt the mattress dip behind him. Tom’s warm, strong hands caressed his ass, stroking, kneading it. Then he hauled off and gave him a stinging slap on each ass check, followed by his tongue licking and soothing the pain away.
    Tyler gasped and opened his eyes. His own cock felt like it would explode. Drops of pre-cum flowed from the slit, slowly dripping down onto the bed.
    Tom reached between Tyler’s legs and felt it. He rubbed his fingers over the slit of Tyler’s cock, slicking the juices up and down Tyler’s shaft before letting go of it. “Wow. I’ve really got you wound up, don’t I?”
    “Yes!” Tyler could barely think.
    Another stinging slap. “What was that?”
    “Yes, Sir!”