He stood there, just inside the tent, watching Dom and Karl kiss each other like there was no one else in the room, no one else on the planet. Cocksucker... Dom had lied to him. He'd known something had gone on in that bathroom, had felt the vibes coming off of Dom -- off of Karl -- like it was something living. But, he hadn't wanted to push, hadn't wanted to say anything. He'd waited for Dom to come to him, to share like they always did, to swap stories. But Dom never said a word. And now he was kissing Karl. Fuck. I saw him first... It wasn't that Orlando begrudged Dom his shot. Some men preferred whirling dervishes and rough sex one day and to be seduced by slow smiles and soft hands the next. So, Orlando didn't mind waiting. But it didn't sit well to be completely ignored by Karl...and then to be lied to by Dom. Man was his best friend, ferfuckssake. They'd always shared before, why should this be different? I saw him first... Why would Dom not tell him? Why would Karl respond to Dom and not him? Maybe Karl had just needed a push in the right direction. Maybe Dom had just been waiting for the right moment. He'd have to think over this carefully, study Karl. And see about getting some of those details out of Dom. Bet there was a serious story to tell now. * * * "Karl..." "Not yet." Dom waited another few long minutes. Karl didn't move, just continued to sit there in his easy chair, sipping his glass of port. Dom tried not to fidget, tried not to move, because it was what Karl had asked of him. But he was beginning to feel like an attraction at a petting zoo. Or Thanksgiving dinner. "Karl, I can't feel my arms anymore." He winced at the whine in his voice. "I can see I'm going to have to teach you patience," Karl said, but got up. Finally. Dom leaned his head back in relief. Karl crossed the living room in just a few long-legged strides and, with a few quick turns of his hands, untied the belt that was holding Dom's arms above his head. Immediately, Dom dropped his arms, slumping over in relief. "This isn't exactly what I had expected tonight," he remarked, rolling his shoulders, trying to get some circulation back. After their little scene at lunch, Karl had told Dom to be at his place as soon as he was done filming for the day. Dom had spent the rest of the afternoon and evening in happy anticipation of the coming night, feeling better than he had in days. And when Karl had answered the door and told Dom to go to the living room and strip, he'd been only too happy to do it. He'd been totally unprepared when Karl, after a kiss that had sucked the air out of his lungs and any thoughts of resistance from his mind, had looped Dom's own belt around his wrists and jerked his arms up, connecting the binds to a hook on the ceiling. (Later on, he'd have plenty of time to wonder why that hook was even there in the first place.) While Dom was still blinking in shock, unable to remember exactly how he'd gotten in this position, Karl had told him to stand still. And to be quiet. Then Karl had poured himself a glass of port and had sat down in the easy chair across from him. Dom had no idea how long Karl watched him, those beautiful cat eyes studying him. Seemed like forever. Dom looked up to see those same eyes on him. "What were you expecting?" Karl asked. He reached out a finger, traced a vein from Dom's shoulder to his wrist. How could such a light touch make him yearn so much? "I dunno." Dom lifted a shoulder. "Something else." "Tell me." "Um, well, you know…" "You have to be specific, Dominic." Karl took one of Dom's hands, drew a finger into his mouth. Dom just groaned -- the sight was erotic to the extreme -- let alone the hot sensation of having a part of him inside Karl's body, inside all of that heat and promise. Dom dizzily wondered if Karl's tongue was that talented in other areas. Karl slowly pulled Dom's finger out, using his teeth to gently scrape before easing back. Dom whimpered at the loss of contact. "Well?" "Huh?" Dom scrambled to try and remember what they'd been talking about before Karl had shredded his cognitive abilities. "I, uh, thought we were going to..." "Going to?" Karl prompted, still tracing roughened fingers up and down Dom's arms. Dom knew he was going to be a melting puddle on the floor soon. "Um, y'know, shag." Dom almost whispered the last word, caught up in the feel of those competent, sensuous hands on his sensitive bare flesh. "You want me to fuck you?" Amazing how such a vulgar phrase could sound so erotic when it was spoken in that low, soft, seductive voice. Dom nodded, eyes fluttering shut, leaning into Karl's touch. "Say it, Dominic." That sexy voice rumbled in his ear, turning thoughts to dust. "Tell me." Dom licked dry lips, swaying with need. "I want you to fuck me." Abruptly he was yanked forward, crushed against that superbly muscled body. Karl's lips crashed down on his and, once again, Dom was drowning. Need swamped him, hunger floored him and he was straining against Karl, hands splayed over that magnificent back, pulling him closer and closer still. He opened his mouth under Karl's assault, sucked on his tongue, nipped his lower lip. He couldn't get enough. Seconds later, Dom was flat on his back, Karl looming over him. Those mesmerizing eyes seemed to burn a hole through him, to pierce, to brand. "All you ever have to do is ask," Karl murmured, and then those hands were roving all over his body, burning a path across aching skin. Karl's mouth was on his, ravishing, taking breath and thought. Dom was so lost in a sexual fog that he never noticed when Karl moved away...but he must have, because clever hands parted his cheeks and Karl's cock slid deep, hot, slick with lotion, and hard inside him. Dom gasped, clutched at Karl's shoulders, dimly registered that Karl still had his shirt and jeans on, and then Karl started rocking and the fleeting thought was lost. There was only Karl between his spread legs, driving him into the carpet, pounding into him. Only Karl and those intense eyes focused on him with every hard thrust. Dom couldn't look away. He bucked, moaned, pulled Karl down on top of him, needing as much contact as possible. "You're close, aren't you?" Karl leaned closer, roughly whispering the words against Dom's neck. "I can feel your cock pulsing between us." He roved, dropping light kisses against Dom's forehead, eyes. "If I were to move just so, you'd come for me, wouldn't you?" Each word drove Dom closer to the brink. Karl slowed his movements, barely rocked back and forth. Ah...God... The friction was exquisite. More. He wanted more. "I'm close," Dom breathed, flexing his hands, his legs around Karl. "Tell me how close." More gentle rocking followed by sharp thrusts that had Dom clawing at Karl's shirt. "Very," Dom managed to gasp. He could practically taste it. And, just like that, Karl stopped. Dom opened clouded eyes, confused, fuzzy. "What?" "Patience is a virtue." Karl bent his head, captured Dom's needy lips in an achingly gentle kiss. "And if you're going to learn it, I'll take the lesson with you." Karl withdrew from Dom and sat up. "We can come when you learn patience." It took a few long moments for the words to register in Dom's passion-filled mind. And by then, it was too late. Karl had already stood up and left him on the living room floor. He heard the front door shut. And curled into a sitting position, staring at the wall. Jesus fucking Christ. Onto Part Eight
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