Texas III part 14
Story title: Texas III
Rating: NC-17
Configurations : M/m, M/F
Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort, BDSM, and anything else I can think of as I write it!
Note: There is fraternal incest, be aware
Word Count: Approx. 1,700
Summary: The conclusion of the Texas verse, Paul's Epilogue
Feedback: Is always welcome *grins*
Previous parts: for now are tagged at my journal here. The index page for the Texas series can be found here.
Paul felt hollowed out. He sat on his stool. Greg was later than normal which was okay by him. He had a lot to think about. Things tended to be different in the daylight as opposed to the dark.
Did he want to give all of this up? He had not lied to Kyle. He had forgiven Sal and wanted to move on and see where it would lead him. Sal still wanted him.
And he wanted his master, desperately.
But did that mean giving up all that he become after? He was stronger now. He could protect himself. He had J.B. protecting his back. What would he have to give up to be at Sal's feet once more?
A cheerful whistle broke through his broody thoughts. His employer had gotten laid, he thought with amusement. Greg had the tell tale limp and if Paul were into gambling, he would bet the man's ass wouldn't touch a stool.
Greg dropped a basket of samples on the work table and asked, "Ready to get to work?"
Paul nodded.
The work was methodical. Greg was so patient and thorough. He mixed solutions and handed over the materials that Greg asked for. His writing skills were still behind his slowly developing reading skills, but Greg had devised simple consistent symbols that were easy to follow. A lot like a remote or a game controller, Paul thought with a grin.
They worked quietly until the tests were humming the background. Greg turned suddenly with an expectant look on his face.
"So I've waited long enough," Greg said leaning back against the counter. Paul bit back a chuckle, definitely no sitting down for his boss. "You are cruel and inhumane, my friend."
Paul snorted, "That would be Texas."
Greg paused, "True. Then quit being a tease, you imp. You've got to tell me everything about 'the date'." He even put air quotes around the words. Paul chuckled and carried tools to the sink to wash.
He couldn't help it. He blushed and gave Greg a shy smile.
Greg rubbed his hands together. "Oooh, a smile, then that means it went well, wonderful. Now I want details."
Paul went through the motions of cleaning each tool methodically. It helped ease his nervousness to do something with his hands. "We went to the movies." He laughed quietly.
Greg lifted a brow, “You know I belong to a dominant, right? I can think of evil ways of extracting information if you make me prod you with ‘and’ at every turn.”
The man tried for serious but his genial face just didn’t pull it off, Paul burst out laughing. “Fair enough, the great Salvatore Alonzo lowered his high browed taste to go to a trashy movie theater complete with sticky floors and then took me to eat at a neat little diner on the docks.”
Paul sat back down on his stool and wound his legs around it. “I don’t know what I expected, but it was nice. It kind of felt like old times, just me and Sal, but he didn’t act like the same master.”
Greg nodded and prompted, “How so?”
Paul shrugged, “He didn’t expect me to be on my knees. I could tell he wanted me, wanted to take me again, but he held back. Part of me expected to be fucked,” He winced but Greg’s expression didn’t change. “He just kissed me good night and then left.”
The man put an arm about his shoulder and squeezed, “You seem really settled.”
Paul leaned into him, “I got to be with Kyle. I’ve already talked to him. And I…” He hesitated, biting his lower lip.
“And you felt the overpowering need to be with your master.” The statement was so matter of fact, so easy, that Paul’s breath hitched.
“I want to go home,” He huddled closer to Greg’s warmth, “but I don’t want to give up who I’ve become. I’m not the same kid that he had to put back together. I don’t know if I can follow him blindly. If I serve him, would I have to give this up to?” He looked at the man’s profile, the curve of his cheekbone, “If I were a slave, would my master allow me to be my own man?”
“What does your gut tell you, kid?” Nick’s voice caused him to jump. Greg kept an arm around him.
Paul lowered his eyes, “I don’t know and that’s what scares me.”
*~*
Salvatore Alonzo had a spring in his step and his mind was busy. He rode the lift to Nick and Greg laboratory. He wanted to go over report findings with Nick. And if he were honest, he was excited about seeing Paul again.
As he stepped into the lab, his eyes went immediately to the glass enclosed space. Paul’s dark head was lowered over some equipment. His hands were steady and sure. As he watched, Greg asked him something and the boy replied with confidence.
His heart felt like it was going to burst with pride. Even though it wasn’t his place, Paul never ceased to amaze him with his strength.
“How the hell did you find a kid like that?” Nick asked, breaking into his thoughts.
Sal couldn’t draw his eyes away, “It was the best day of my life, even though I didn’t know it then.”
He followed Nick into his office. The man didn’t go behind his desk; he put a hand on his shoulder. “You better tread very lightly, Salvatore.”
The gruffness in Nick’s voice surprised him, “Pardon?”
The hand on his shoulder squeezed in warning, “That boy is at a crossroad. He yearns for you. You can destroy him. You can destroy all the ground he made for himself. You will have to put him before your own needs.”
“I always have,” Sal responded defensively, pulling away from the heavy touch.
“Really?” Nick asked casually. He leaned back on the edge of the desk and crossed his arms across his chest. “You can’t tell me every instinct is telling you to drag him out of there and shove him down at your feet. Telling you how dare he not serve you.”
“No,” Sal snarled, “Texas’ may be that kind of possessive bastard but I’m not. How dare you, Eddison, you know me better.”
Nick’s arms fell to his sides, “I do, Sal. But those instincts are within you. With the kind of crowd you associate with, they are going to question your authority if you give Paul room to stand on his own two feet.”
“He already does,” Sal whispered, “I just want to have the right to be with him again.”
“You have to earn it,” Nick replied. He went around the desk and flipped open a folder and they went to work.
*~*
He walked headlong into Paul, lost in his thoughts. His hands shot out to steady him automatically. The feel of the boy made his gut clench. “Sorry about that.”
Paul gave him that shy smile that made him want to moan, “That’s okay. Greg says the investigation is getting closer and closer.”
Sal shoved his hands into his pockets, “Yes, they are on the run and fewer boys are being snatched. It is worrying that no more are showing up, either discarded or in hospitals.”
Paul blanched and Sal cursed himself, thinking to comfort him. But Paul’s shoulders straightened. “If anyone can bring this down, it’s you and Texas.”
Sal stopped and just stared into the dark eyes. So strong, so honest, so very Paul, his fingers twitched to touch that beautiful face. He cleared his throat, “You were going somewhere?”
Paul nodded his head, “J.B.’s waiting, I’m going to see Kyle.”
“Would you mind me taking you?” The words slipped out before he could reel them back in.
Paul went very still. When the dark eyes met his once again, Sal could see the need and lust, “I’m sorry, I…”
“I know,” Paul replied huskily. His small hand went into Sal’s larger one. “I do want you, Sal, to take me.”
Nick’s warning echoed, “Paul, beautiful, I…”
But the boy was already leading him and he couldn’t help but follow. Into the bathroom, the doors locked, Paul against the wall, their bodies plastered together. His senses were filled and overloaded, clothing was pushed aside. Paul turned and pushed his ass into the cradle of Sal’s groin.
They both shuddered as Sal slid deep inside. Paul’s head thumped back against Sal’s shoulder. His arms went about the slim hips and his hand wrapped around the slender cock.
“God, Sal, please…”
“Beautiful,” He moved slowly, feeling the precious gift of being allowed this once again. The tight heat of Paul around him, the smell of his beautiful boy, the taste of the silky soft skin, his hips began to move and the sound of Paul’s moan made him reel. His hips bucked and stuttered, coming deeply within his beloved boy. Not to miss the chance, he pulled out quickly, going to his knees.
Paul moaned and his fingers went to Sal’s close cropped hair. “Sal, wait, you don’t..” But Sal had his mouth on him, tasting him, swallowing him, every part of him wanting to pleasure and to beg forgiveness with his mouth. It was so natural, even when Paul had belonged to Texas, even when it was the boy’s job to serve, Sal had only wanted to give him pleasure, to watch that lean body go tight with the onset of release, the long, graceful neck exposed as Paul’s head fell back and cried out. The tangy, sweetness on his tongue, he sucked until all the traces were gone. His hands went to the curve of Paul’s ass, feeling the remnants of his seed, his possessive need crying out a satisfied, Mine!
It was too fast, too much, and not enough. They were wrecked and panting. Paul pulled at him until he stood and then the boy burrowed into his chest. Sal felt like he had taken the wrong direction on that crossroad. Had he fucked it up already?
“Beautiful?”
Paul shivered and drew back. “What do we do now?”
Studying the passion sated features and hindered by his own nerves, Sal responded honestly, “I don’t know.”
Rating: NC-17
Configurations : M/m, M/F
Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort, BDSM, and anything else I can think of as I write it!
Note: There is fraternal incest, be aware
Word Count: Approx. 1,700
Summary: The conclusion of the Texas verse, Paul's Epilogue
Feedback: Is always welcome *grins*
Previous parts: for now are tagged at my journal here. The index page for the Texas series can be found here.
Paul felt hollowed out. He sat on his stool. Greg was later than normal which was okay by him. He had a lot to think about. Things tended to be different in the daylight as opposed to the dark.
Did he want to give all of this up? He had not lied to Kyle. He had forgiven Sal and wanted to move on and see where it would lead him. Sal still wanted him.
And he wanted his master, desperately.
But did that mean giving up all that he become after? He was stronger now. He could protect himself. He had J.B. protecting his back. What would he have to give up to be at Sal's feet once more?
A cheerful whistle broke through his broody thoughts. His employer had gotten laid, he thought with amusement. Greg had the tell tale limp and if Paul were into gambling, he would bet the man's ass wouldn't touch a stool.
Greg dropped a basket of samples on the work table and asked, "Ready to get to work?"
Paul nodded.
The work was methodical. Greg was so patient and thorough. He mixed solutions and handed over the materials that Greg asked for. His writing skills were still behind his slowly developing reading skills, but Greg had devised simple consistent symbols that were easy to follow. A lot like a remote or a game controller, Paul thought with a grin.
They worked quietly until the tests were humming the background. Greg turned suddenly with an expectant look on his face.
"So I've waited long enough," Greg said leaning back against the counter. Paul bit back a chuckle, definitely no sitting down for his boss. "You are cruel and inhumane, my friend."
Paul snorted, "That would be Texas."
Greg paused, "True. Then quit being a tease, you imp. You've got to tell me everything about 'the date'." He even put air quotes around the words. Paul chuckled and carried tools to the sink to wash.
He couldn't help it. He blushed and gave Greg a shy smile.
Greg rubbed his hands together. "Oooh, a smile, then that means it went well, wonderful. Now I want details."
Paul went through the motions of cleaning each tool methodically. It helped ease his nervousness to do something with his hands. "We went to the movies." He laughed quietly.
Greg lifted a brow, “You know I belong to a dominant, right? I can think of evil ways of extracting information if you make me prod you with ‘and’ at every turn.”
The man tried for serious but his genial face just didn’t pull it off, Paul burst out laughing. “Fair enough, the great Salvatore Alonzo lowered his high browed taste to go to a trashy movie theater complete with sticky floors and then took me to eat at a neat little diner on the docks.”
Paul sat back down on his stool and wound his legs around it. “I don’t know what I expected, but it was nice. It kind of felt like old times, just me and Sal, but he didn’t act like the same master.”
Greg nodded and prompted, “How so?”
Paul shrugged, “He didn’t expect me to be on my knees. I could tell he wanted me, wanted to take me again, but he held back. Part of me expected to be fucked,” He winced but Greg’s expression didn’t change. “He just kissed me good night and then left.”
The man put an arm about his shoulder and squeezed, “You seem really settled.”
Paul leaned into him, “I got to be with Kyle. I’ve already talked to him. And I…” He hesitated, biting his lower lip.
“And you felt the overpowering need to be with your master.” The statement was so matter of fact, so easy, that Paul’s breath hitched.
“I want to go home,” He huddled closer to Greg’s warmth, “but I don’t want to give up who I’ve become. I’m not the same kid that he had to put back together. I don’t know if I can follow him blindly. If I serve him, would I have to give this up to?” He looked at the man’s profile, the curve of his cheekbone, “If I were a slave, would my master allow me to be my own man?”
“What does your gut tell you, kid?” Nick’s voice caused him to jump. Greg kept an arm around him.
Paul lowered his eyes, “I don’t know and that’s what scares me.”
*~*
Salvatore Alonzo had a spring in his step and his mind was busy. He rode the lift to Nick and Greg laboratory. He wanted to go over report findings with Nick. And if he were honest, he was excited about seeing Paul again.
As he stepped into the lab, his eyes went immediately to the glass enclosed space. Paul’s dark head was lowered over some equipment. His hands were steady and sure. As he watched, Greg asked him something and the boy replied with confidence.
His heart felt like it was going to burst with pride. Even though it wasn’t his place, Paul never ceased to amaze him with his strength.
“How the hell did you find a kid like that?” Nick asked, breaking into his thoughts.
Sal couldn’t draw his eyes away, “It was the best day of my life, even though I didn’t know it then.”
He followed Nick into his office. The man didn’t go behind his desk; he put a hand on his shoulder. “You better tread very lightly, Salvatore.”
The gruffness in Nick’s voice surprised him, “Pardon?”
The hand on his shoulder squeezed in warning, “That boy is at a crossroad. He yearns for you. You can destroy him. You can destroy all the ground he made for himself. You will have to put him before your own needs.”
“I always have,” Sal responded defensively, pulling away from the heavy touch.
“Really?” Nick asked casually. He leaned back on the edge of the desk and crossed his arms across his chest. “You can’t tell me every instinct is telling you to drag him out of there and shove him down at your feet. Telling you how dare he not serve you.”
“No,” Sal snarled, “Texas’ may be that kind of possessive bastard but I’m not. How dare you, Eddison, you know me better.”
Nick’s arms fell to his sides, “I do, Sal. But those instincts are within you. With the kind of crowd you associate with, they are going to question your authority if you give Paul room to stand on his own two feet.”
“He already does,” Sal whispered, “I just want to have the right to be with him again.”
“You have to earn it,” Nick replied. He went around the desk and flipped open a folder and they went to work.
*~*
He walked headlong into Paul, lost in his thoughts. His hands shot out to steady him automatically. The feel of the boy made his gut clench. “Sorry about that.”
Paul gave him that shy smile that made him want to moan, “That’s okay. Greg says the investigation is getting closer and closer.”
Sal shoved his hands into his pockets, “Yes, they are on the run and fewer boys are being snatched. It is worrying that no more are showing up, either discarded or in hospitals.”
Paul blanched and Sal cursed himself, thinking to comfort him. But Paul’s shoulders straightened. “If anyone can bring this down, it’s you and Texas.”
Sal stopped and just stared into the dark eyes. So strong, so honest, so very Paul, his fingers twitched to touch that beautiful face. He cleared his throat, “You were going somewhere?”
Paul nodded his head, “J.B.’s waiting, I’m going to see Kyle.”
“Would you mind me taking you?” The words slipped out before he could reel them back in.
Paul went very still. When the dark eyes met his once again, Sal could see the need and lust, “I’m sorry, I…”
“I know,” Paul replied huskily. His small hand went into Sal’s larger one. “I do want you, Sal, to take me.”
Nick’s warning echoed, “Paul, beautiful, I…”
But the boy was already leading him and he couldn’t help but follow. Into the bathroom, the doors locked, Paul against the wall, their bodies plastered together. His senses were filled and overloaded, clothing was pushed aside. Paul turned and pushed his ass into the cradle of Sal’s groin.
They both shuddered as Sal slid deep inside. Paul’s head thumped back against Sal’s shoulder. His arms went about the slim hips and his hand wrapped around the slender cock.
“God, Sal, please…”
“Beautiful,” He moved slowly, feeling the precious gift of being allowed this once again. The tight heat of Paul around him, the smell of his beautiful boy, the taste of the silky soft skin, his hips began to move and the sound of Paul’s moan made him reel. His hips bucked and stuttered, coming deeply within his beloved boy. Not to miss the chance, he pulled out quickly, going to his knees.
Paul moaned and his fingers went to Sal’s close cropped hair. “Sal, wait, you don’t..” But Sal had his mouth on him, tasting him, swallowing him, every part of him wanting to pleasure and to beg forgiveness with his mouth. It was so natural, even when Paul had belonged to Texas, even when it was the boy’s job to serve, Sal had only wanted to give him pleasure, to watch that lean body go tight with the onset of release, the long, graceful neck exposed as Paul’s head fell back and cried out. The tangy, sweetness on his tongue, he sucked until all the traces were gone. His hands went to the curve of Paul’s ass, feeling the remnants of his seed, his possessive need crying out a satisfied, Mine!
It was too fast, too much, and not enough. They were wrecked and panting. Paul pulled at him until he stood and then the boy burrowed into his chest. Sal felt like he had taken the wrong direction on that crossroad. Had he fucked it up already?
“Beautiful?”
Paul shivered and drew back. “What do we do now?”
Studying the passion sated features and hindered by his own nerves, Sal responded honestly, “I don’t know.”