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What a Life

by Lene Taylor
(09/15/04)

What a spoiled brat.

Look at him.

What a spoiled, willful brat.

"I'm too fuckin' nice to you. Do you know that?" Travis growled.

Tommy was sitting in front of the mirror, as usual. This time he was admiring the new leather collar that Travis had just bought for him, turning this way and that, watching the light reflect off the diamond-shaped metal studs. It had looked too small, in the shop, but it fit perfectly around Tommy's slender neck. Travis wanted him to wear that and nothing else.

"I know," Tommy said absently, his girlish voice soft and throaty. He picked at his curly hair, arranging it to frame his angular face, his high cheekbones; then he turned the collar until it sat perfectly straight. He smiled at himself. "How do I look?"

"Like you need to be spanked," Travis answered. Tommy turned in his chair, slid down to the floor, and began to crawl across the carpet to where Travis was sitting on the big bed.

Travis watched his slow, graceful movements, the way he swayed his ass high in the air, the looks he was giving from under heavy lids. Oh, he was due for a spanking all right, trying to pull that precious shit. Tommy had been a royal pain while he was hanging around in the bar all day, whining for attention when Travis was trying to run a business, flirting with the customers until Travis had to lock him in the back room. And then on the way home he'd gotten all pitiful and teary, so Travis had bought him the collar to stop him from pouting all night. Jesus.

Tommy was now kneeling in front of him, long legs tucked up underneath, hands resting on his knees. "I'm sorry. I've been bad today," he breathed.

How the fuck did I end up like this? It was something Travis wondered a lot these days, when Tommy was acting like a first-class prima donna bitch.

He'd been Jimmy's little toy before, a year ago, when Travis had only owned the one bar, not the three he had now. Jimmy was a regular in the evenings: short, muscular, with long black hair and a black goatee that made him look slightly satanic. The day he walked in with Tommy, Travis had been parked in his usual spot at the bar, going over the books and figuring out how many condom machines were enough. He looked up and there was Tommy, one step behind Jimmy, tall and slim and smiling angelically. He had wide-set brown eyes that peeked out from under a mop of curly brown hair, and a lovely wide mouth that looked like it was made for sucking off big cocks. Travis had never seen a boy so beautiful.

He had wanted him instantly, just as he wanted him now, every time they were in the same room together. Tommy, as Travis found out, had a sex drive even stronger than his own -- sexual overdrive, it seemed like. You could feel it when he walked into the room, a vibe that was direct and to the point. He wanted cock, and lots of it. And when he ordered Jimmy's drinks, he looked Travis in the eye -- but ended up staring at his crotch.

Travis wondered what it would be like to have this boy and his tight little ass any time he wanted. Not that he was short of action -- with a dick like his, it just wasn't possible -- but there was something about Tommy that was temptation beyond just wanting to grab him, throw him down, and fuck him ragged. At the bar Travis was as friendly as he could be, taking the time to listen to Tommy talk about music and science and lots of other things; but he kept his distance. No point in losing a good customer over a piece of ass.

After half a year Jimmy and his boy came in less often, and when they did, Jimmy looked tense and tired. Tommy seemed the same, mostly -- he talked with everyone, joking and laughing, and hardly ever drank -- but sometimes he'd come on strong to some unsuspecting john and Jimmy would drag him out by the scruff of his neck.

One night they came in and took their places at the long wooden bar and sat for a long time without speaking to each other. Then Tommy got up and disappeared into the men's room. Travis had watched this from behind the register and decided to test the waters.

"Ain't he got no manners?" he asked, putting down a fresh shot of tequila in front of Jimmy.

"Never did and never will." Jimmy sighed and downed the tequila in one gulp. "I need a fuckin' vacation. Alone."

Travis cleared his throat. "You want me to keep an eye on him?"

"Don't you have enough annoying shit in your life already?" Jimmy said sourly. "Listen, man, this kid is like a hyperactive puppy. He'll love you to death, but he won't leave you alone for a second. And if he doesn't get enough attention from you, well..." he trailed off as Tommy came back to his barstool.

"I reckon I'll take my chances," Travis said, staring at Tommy. Jimmy looked from one to the other and laughed. He slapped Tommy on the back.

"Meet your new boyfriend. See you 'round, amigos," he called as he disappeared through the swinging doors.

Tommy said nothing for a few minutes, just sat looking at his hands.

"Well?" Travis demanded. Tommy raised his head and grinned.

"Hooray!" he laughed. Then he leaned over the bar and spoke into Travis' ear. "Can I blow you now?"

So now Tommy went to college during the day and at night he kept Travis' bed warm, sucking and fucking and loving everything that Travis did to him, even when he got rough. Especially when he got rough. The harder Travis squeezed him, bit him, fucked him, the more Tommy moaned and writhed and came. He would lie there, panting, staring up at Travis with those big dark eyes and he would plead for more, always more.

Travis had never been so exhausted in his life.

He thought of himself as a tough man, a strong man. Not like these California queens. Born and bred in Texas, a businessman, a man who took what he wanted. So he'd taken this boy into his life and suddenly the boy was his life. For sure, it had been a long time since someone had treated him so good. Tommy talked with him about everything, asked his opinion, offered his own. Wasn't afraid of him. Got excited when they had a whole day to spend together, even if they just spent it drinking coffee in a café. Tried to make him laugh when things went wrong.

And in return wanted all of Travis' attention. Travis, who had never given a good goddamn what people thought of him -- now he was busting his ass to make someone happy. What Tommy wanted, he always got. Hard fucking work. Too nice? Hell, he was wrapped around Tommy's little finger.

But.

He liked it.

It felt so right and so wrong at the same time that he didn't want to think about it. If he thought about it, Travis got a queer feeling in his gut, sort of sick and giddy, that made his throat go dry and his hands tremble to grab Tommy by the scruff of his neck and kiss him into next week.

Ah, he's just a toy, Travis told himself; but there was Tommy, on his knees, eyes glittering with anticipation, and Travis knew it was a lie. Tommy was different. He gave, and in return he didn't just ask, he demanded: time, energy, affection. He changed everything. And if there was one thing Travis didn't want, it was someone coming along and changing his life.

Real men don't fall in love. Do they?

"Get your goddamn clothes off," Travis ordered. Tommy sighed with relief, did as he was instructed and was soon draped over the bed, his face buried in a pillow. He'd spanked Tommy before, of course -- who could resist such a target? -- but this time it was no game, no teasing. Travis hit his ass squarely with the flat of his hand, hard, hard as he could, making Tommy jump every time. Travis didn't bother counting and only stopped when the skin was red and he could feel the heat coming off it. Then he took off his boots and leaned back against the headboard of the bed.

"That hurt," Tommy said softly, lifting his head and looking at Travis uncertainly.

"Good. It was supposed to." He waited but Tommy didn't say anything. For once. Travis sighed.

"Tom, why are you so fuckin' annoying? That's what Jimmy called you, and he was right. Are you tryin' to get me to throw you out?"

"Am I that bad?" Tommy had crawled up to Travis, resting his head on Travis' chest. Travis wished he would stop looking so sweet while they were having this conversation.

"Yes, you are," Travis said firmly. "Do you act like that on purpose or are you just fuckin' stupid?"

"It's just...it's easier this way. You'll throw me out one day, anyway." Tommy's voice was suddenly tight and hard.

Oh jesus, what was this boy thinking? Travis resisted the urge to shake him like a rag doll.

"Now you are bein' stupid. Listen to me, Tommy, 'cause I'm only gonna say this once. It's way too late for all this drama shit, because we belong together and, god help me, I love you." Tommy's mouth fell open. "So are you gonna stick with me and act like a grown-up, or do I have to find you a new sugar daddy?"

"What did you say?" Tommy asked hesitantly.

"You heard me. I ain't gonna say it again."

"Yeah. I heard you." A smile crept around the edges of his sweet mouth. "For real?"

"Do I fuckin' lie to you? Of course it's for real. But don't go thinking I'm getting soft in my old age."

Tommy kissed him for a long time, opening his mouth and using his tongue, gently, then nibbling on Travis' lips. He pulled back, leaving Travis a little out of breath.

"Are you still going to buy me stuff?" Tommy asked, his eyes shining as he grinned.

"You know what? Blow me. Now." Travis unbuttoned his jeans, freeing himself. Tommy lay next to him, head to toe, and kissed the tip of Travis' stiff cock.

"Like this?" he asked. Travis could feel Tommy's warm breath on his cockhead.

"Yeah, babe, just like that." He was able to reach down and grab Tommy's ass, still pink and glowing, but he wanted a better view. "Open those legs for me." Now he could get what he wanted: Travis held Tommy's balls firmly, rolling them between his long fingers and getting a moan in response. He liked Tommy's balls; they fit perfectly in his hand, and they were sensitive to the slightest touch, almost as sensitive as Tommy's tight asshole, which is where Travis let his fingers roam next.

And his cock was in Tommy's mouth -- oh god, his soft, warm mouth, lips around his shaft, pointed tongue swirling over and under and over again, sucking greedily and then relaxing, setting a lazy rhythm that Travis knew too well. No matter how many times Tommy sucked him off he never got bored with it; each time was perfect and at the same time better than before, as Tommy learned what he liked best and got used to handling his very large cock. If he had been smaller, Tommy might have been able to swallow him, but as it was he had to be content -- and he was content -- with the expert attention that came from years of experience. At least that was what Travis guessed. Maybe Tommy was just a born cocksucker.

Travis licked his index finger and slid it carefully into Tommy's ass, into the heat and wetness he loved. He moved it back and forth, slowly, thinking that it would be nice to fuck Tommy later but that right now this was more fun. Right now he could watch Tommy's mouth stretched wide with his cock and at the same time his finger disappearing between those firm round ass cheeks, and Tommy, next to him, sweating a little now, his own hard cock slick with precum. All the pleasure and none of the work, Travis thought, and I want to fill this boy from both ends. Now he pushed two fingers deep, deep inside as he rocked his hips, thrusting into Tommy's mouth, and between his gasps Tommy sucked him hard and fast until Travis came gloriously, endlessly, riding that wave for all it was worth.

When he had licked Travis clean Tommy turned around and slid up next to him and whispered urgently, "Don't make me wait, please, Travis," but Travis only smiled at him.

"We got all night. I intend to fuck you all night. By morning you'll be beggin' me to stop."

Tommy pressed his cock hard against Travis' belly. "Never. Never, never, never," he chanted, and covered Travis' mouth with his own.

When he was done, Tommy said, "Nobody ever said 'I love you' to me and meant it like you do, Travis." He played with a button on Travis' shirt. "You don't know how much I need you."

"Yeah," he replied. But he did know, had known it from the first, and knew now it was the reason why they belonged together, just like he'd said. Only the strongest of men could take on a responsibility like this; only he could give Tommy what he needed. Travis had been waiting his whole life for a challenge. He wanted to be needed, and he wanted to show the world that he could take care of the sexiest, neediest boy around. He hated it, he loved it, but Tommy was his, and no one else's. That was what mattered.

"I was right," Travis said. "I am too fuckin' nice to you."

"I know," Tommy laughed, and kissed him again.

©2004 by Lene Taylor

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Call me LT. Born and raised in Texas, I now live and work in Northern California. When I'm not writing smut, I'm working on my motorcycle, answering Ginger's email, and voting Democrat.




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