(Shan's POV – Fri. 24 October 2014)

"Good evening, Alex! Recover well!!" I say in my softest voice to the young man sitting at the back of the car and trying to convey all the warmth I can muster and that he inspires me.

"Err... Thank you. And sorry for the inconvenience..." he replies shyly before he gets out of Mark's car.

Poor guy... He looks so abashed!

Mark has parked in front of this Alex's old building – one that looks like it's going to crack up and collapse – and he's now leading him by the elbow to the main entrance, where they talk for a little while. Well, Mark is talking, to be more precise, but the guy seems to be only embarrassed.

He is so cute... I mean, shy...

Weird emotions flooded through me when I saw him curled up on the couch in Mark's office earlier. I felt like... hugging his frail body and protecting him, a bit like what I felt for Liam the first time I met him and some stupid hunks were bullying him. I didn't know what had happened at first, but I could tell he was deeply hurt. Not physically because the scratches on his hand were not too serious, but mentally, he looked so dejected and sad. He had obviously cried, and all I wanted was to pull him into my arms and cuddle him.

It's too bad that the filter between my brain and my mouth didn't work properly, and I soon felt stupid for adding salt to his wounds when I asked what had happened. A dark scowl from Mark was enough to shut me up, though, because this was definitely none of my business. The boy was already freaking out as it was, so I didn't need to remind him of the situation.

I wish I could have brought him comfort. His deep grayish blue eyes looked so sad! It's funny because he's not what you could call a beauty according to standards, with his messy dark-blond hair and sharp features, and he also seems to be quite skinny, but I can't explain the strong attraction I felt toward him. I just wanted to hug him. And soothe him. But I couldn't do that. He was reluctant enough to Mark tending to him already, which is weird because all you should feel when Mark is around you is to let him take care of you. He can be so gentle!

After a couple of minutes, I see Mark fumble in his wallet and hand a small piece of paper to Alex. His natural dominance is reverberating as he speaks to the frail man. I bet his boss must impress him! After a few more words, Alex steps into his building and once he has shut the door, Mark eventually walks back to the car and slips into the driver's seat. I barely have time to react that he cups my cheeks and crashes his lips on mine.

"I love you. I love you so much..." he whispers, his mouth still attached to mine. "I'm so sorry for this shitty end of evening, Babe. I sincerely apologize for leaving you at the table with the vibrator on. I swear I'm going to make up for this when we get home... I promise I'll..."

I can't help chuckling against his lips when I hear all the concern and sorrow in his voice. Little does he know how much I loved all the sensations the toy enhanced in my butt. Damn! It was good! At the end of the day, this present was as much for him as it was for me.

"What's so funny?" he asks, pulling away and scowling at me.

"Nothing, Master..." I reply, still laughing.

"Shan..."

"Okay, okay! You don't have to start growling like an old bear!" I exclaim. "Just don't worry about the vibrator, I loved it! The truth is that when I went to see you in the corridor, it was only to ask for your permission to go and jack off in the restrooms," I exclaim, fighting against my laughter. "I could understand that you'd have an important issue to deal with, so I thought maybe you'd let me get my release on my own... I was so close to coming!!"

This seems to reassure him and I'm glad to see a wide smile spread on his lips.

"I'm really sorry, Babe," he chuckles. "Though you could have gone to the toilets and spread cold water on your erection too..."

"Hey!! It's not funny if you're the one making fun of me!!" I exclaim with mock anger while he keeps on laughing. "I think I'm not going to forgive you after all! You deserve to be punished for not taking care of your Sub! I might actually tie you up to the cross and use one of your canes or crops to flog you! And maybe fuck you raw..."

"You would love that, wouldn't you?" he smirks, wiggling his eyebrows as he leans forward and pulls on my neck for our mouths to meet. "That won't ever happen, though, Babe... It's only allowed in your dreams..." he then whispers before he starts the car and drives off.

Ugh the frustration!!!

Anyway, I discreetly roll my eyes and look at the road through the windows. Damn! The guy lives in a really shitty neighborhood! It's ten times worse than where Liam and I used to live, but I guess that's all he can afford. Poor boy...

Half an hour later, Mark parks in the underground parking of his beautiful building – O' the irony! – and hurries to open my door, pecking my lips as soon as I hop out. Just as the elevator doors slide shut, vibrations invade my ass, reminding me of the egg vibrator against my prostate. I can't believe I had almost forgotten about its presence there, but although it's been more than an hour since Mark switched it off the last time, my arousal comes back full force and my little soldier instantly springs to life. I can't imagine the mess of precum in my boxer briefs now after all this edging!

Mark is facing me, with an almost-sadistic smile plastered on his face, and I love how he lunges for me, pinning my body against the wall. As his tongue wildly penetrates my mouth, his hands are all over me, soon reaching for my backside that they knead roughly. I can't help the loud moans erupting from my throat and the fire building in my balls.

"You'd better not come now, Babe," he murmurs against that sweet spot beneath my ear.

"Then you'd better turn that egg off..." I pant, running my fingers through his hair.

"Where would the fun be?"

That tease!!!

When the doors open on our floor, Mark grabs my hand and tugs me into the foyer where he pushes my coat and my jacket off my shoulders, letting them drop to the floor. His tongue has already invaded my mouth again and it's still tasting a bit of the chocolate mousse he wasn't able to finish at the restaurant. There's so much fever in our kiss and in my moves as I also get him rid of his coat and jacket, and my hands are shaking with eagerness as I begin to undo the buttons of his dress shirt, pulling the hems out of his slacks.

When I start fumbling with his belt, Mark grabs my wrists and tucks them between the small of my back and the wall, causing me to groan in frustration. His eyes are full of lust as he breaks the kiss and slightly pulls away.

"I love you..."

His chest is heaving so fast, I just want to roam my hands all over his skin and lick it. He lets go of my wrists but it's only to grasp my thighs to lift me and carry me through the apartment. My arms wind around his neck and my hands quickly slip inside his shirt to caress his back, but he soon gently drops me on our bed and kneels between my parted legs.

"Leave them here for now," he says, pressing my wrists into the mattress on each side of my head.

With wanton eyes locked with mine, Mark then begins to slowly and sensually undo each button of my shirt, one after the other, then parts both sides to expose my chest and there begins the sweet torture. Kisses. Licks. Caresses. Mark's fingers and tongue are all over my torso, teasing the sensitive areas, nibbling on the erected buds of my nipples and gently pinching them. All these stimulations added to the vibrations in my butt turn me into a needy and pleading mess, but it's only the beginning.

After a while, Mark kneels back up and unbuckles my belt, his eyes never leaving mine. Another load of precum spurts from my cock when he unzips my pants and presses a hand on my very hard erection. The fabric of my boxer briefs is definitely wet! Once he has removed my shoes and my socks, he tugs on my trousers and underwear, leaving me almost naked if for my arms still tucked inside the sleeves of my shirt. Watching him undress himself and seeing his very hard member only increases my excitation.

I wish I could take him in my mouth, but he kneels back down on the bed, pressing his hands over my hips and I utter a long moan of content as he closes his lips around my manhood. While he bobs up and down my length, his right hand slides down my groin and reaches for my back entrance, making it harder and harder to contain my orgasm when he starts playing with the vibrating toy in my ass.

"Please... I need..."

I can't finish my sentence as an explosion of sensations forms into my middle-section. Mark has just pulled out the egg-shaped plug and the rubbing on my sweet spot coupled with the delicious tingles on my shaft prevent me from holding back the powerful orgasm that seizes me.

Oops...

My seed fills his mouth and he swallows all my load greedily. I'm glad there's no anger on his face as he travels up to reach for my mouth and kisses me deeply. The mix of sweetness and saltiness is heavenly, as is the passion with which our tongues waltz. Mark only breaks the kiss to pour lube at the cleft of my ass and all over his erection before he returns to his previous position.

"I want to make love to you, Babe..." he says with emotion, slipping his hands underneath my backside.

I reach for his neck and pull him back down, wrapping my legs around his waist. I feel his hands part my buttocks and soon, it's the tip of his cock probing my entrance and pushing past the ring of muscles very gently. His groan of pleasure when he's fully settled in echoes to my moans, and the next twenty minutes are just filled with sweet sighs, caresses and kisses, our hips rocking in rhythm. I do prefer rough sex in general, but our love tonight is just so delicate and slow that I love it.

There is no dominance or submission, just two men making love with passion and who climax simultaneously, overwhelmed by intense orgasms. None of us cares about the sticky mess between our chests or his semen oozing from my butthole while we cuddle in an entanglement of limbs. Apart from confessions of love, there are no more words exchanged, and while I lay sprawled over his body, I just listen to his heartbeat.

After maybe half an hour of cuddling, my mind strays back to tonight's events. And to the lost boy I saw there. Remembering how scared and worried he looked kind of hurts me, and I hope Mark will sort things out for him. I heard him tell Matt what happened exactly. I can't believe that this bastard of a chef dared to trip the poor guy and kick him. I dearly hope that jerk will be fired. And there's only one way to know it...

"So... you'll be at the restaurant tomorrow morning?" I ask while enjoying his fingers running over my back.

"Yeah..." he sighs. "I need to sort this situation out. Matt could do it, but I really want to fire the fucker myself."

"You're going to fire him?" I exclaim eagerly, propping myself up to look down at him.

"Of course! I don't care that he's a brilliant cook, I just can't tolerate such behavior in my restaurant! Matt has had doubts for a few months, but he was never able to witness such a scene, and each time he questioned the employees, they just wouldn't say anything. I guess they were all scared about retaliation or something like that."

"It's good you saw everything then, you'll be able to fire him."

"Yep, I saw more than was necessary..." he comments thoughtfully, keeping silent for a minute. "I can't believe he called the boy a fag... This is inacceptable."

"Didn't he know his boss is gay too?"

"I don't know, and I don't care. Probably not. I've never tried to hide my sexual preferences, but I've never shouted them from the rooftops either, this is my private life."

"Yeah, I guess... What about Alex? You're not going to fire him, are you?" I ask, causing him to frown deeply.

"Why the heck would I do that?" he wonders, and I just shrug in answer. "It wasn't his fault, and even if it was, you just don't get fired for such a little incident."

"Good! He looked so abashed..."

"Yeah, I saw that too, but I think he was mostly scared. I don't know what that motherfucker did to him and how long it's been going on, but I'll find out," he replies, anger filling his voice.

"What is it you gave Alex earlier when we drove him back to his place?" I ask in an attempt to change the subject, but it only makes him tense more.

"I gave him my business card with my phone numbers," he sighs. "I asked him to call me if he needs help. His neighborhood looked pretty unsafe, and I'm a bit worried by how weak he seems to be. I feel a bit guilty for what happened too. I should have taken acts before because I knew something was off with that chef. I didn't even know this young man, had never met him before. I should have spent more time at the restaurant and around my employees instead of staying in my office or in the smaller kitchen for my experiments. I'm going to change this now... and... I don't know... I just felt compelled to show him my support by making sure he'd reach out to me if he has any problem..."

Isn't my man just perfect? Isn't he the kindest soul? I just don't get why he's trying to justify himself in front of me, because I believe he should be proud instead! Unless...

"Do you think I'm jealous because you gave him your number!?" I exclaim, peering at him mischievously.

"Are you?"

"Should I?" I ask with mock concern.

"Do you have other stupid questions?"

That game of answering with questions could last forever, but I'm horny as hell, so I put an end to it.

"Nope!"

"Perfect! Because I think I'm ready for a second round... and I think your ass is in need for another load of cream..." he says huskily, rolling us so that he can hover over me.

"I think so too... Please fill me up with your delicious cream, Chef!" I reply impishly, feeling myself harden again.

Our second round is just as sweet as the first one, with Mark softly thrusting in and out of me while we kiss endlessly. After a while, he kneels back up and sits on his heels before he makes me straddle his thighs for another sort of languorous dance. Riding him feels so good that my orgasm quickly builds up and as my ring of muscles clenches around his cock, it sends him over the edge and allows him to reach his climax.

The Italian shower is another place for more sex, though this time we only use our hands to pleasure each other, but it was more than necessary. Although I had performed an enema before we got ready, things got a little bit messy. It's past midnight when we eventually lie back down in bed after also changing the sheets, completely spent but not necessarily satiated. At least as far as he's concerned if I judge by the erection poking my hip while I lay half-sprawled over him in the darkness of the bedroom.

"Mark?"

"Yes, Babe?"

"Do you love me?" I ask, causing him to sigh.

"I thought you had no more stupid questions for tonight?" he huffs playfully. "Of course, I love you. Haven't I shown you enough? Don't I say it often enough?"

"Yes, you do... And I'm sure you love me as much as I love you... but do you really, really love me?" I insist.

"Yes, I really, really love you, Shannon. I love you like crazy. And to answer your question from earlier, no, you shouldn't be jealous," he says warmly, tightening his hold around me.

"I'm not jealous anyway. I'm not that kind of guy."

"Are you trying to tell me something here?" he asks and I ponder on this for a few seconds.

"Nope."

"Good. Now it's time to sleep, Babe."

"What time do you have to be at Le Marais tomorrow?" I ask through a yawn.

"I'm seeing Sanchez at 10, but I'd like to be there earlier to speak with Matt, so I'll leave around 9 I guess."

"'Kay..."

"I'll try to make this quick to get back home early..."

"Take your time... I hope Alex will feel better..." I reply sleepily.

"You seem to worry a lot for this boy..." he comments, and this time, it's my turn to tense, because indeed, I can't explain why I feel so drawn to him.

"Not really... His sadness just touched my heart," I say, which is only half a lie.

It's not even a lie since the guy's dolefulness really affected me. It's just not the entire truth. I can't explain it, but Alex stirred weird emotions within me. Emotions that I can't name.

"Don't worry, he'll be fine. Sleep now."

And as if on cue, my mind obeys his command and I fall into a deep slumber.

The following morning, Mark is still asleep beside me when I wake up with a painful boner. What the hell did I dream about last night that got me so hard? I can't remember exactly, but it leaves me with some sort of uncomfortable feeling. All I know is that it involved sex at the Black Diamond and... that Alex featured in the scene.

Oh my God...

Why can't this boy stay away from my thoughts, even when I'm unconscious?

I guess it just means that I'd like to get to know him better... I actually wish I could help him feel better and happier. I wish I could become his friend. Is it because he looked so weak and defenseless? Is it because I'd love to be here for him like Liam was there for me in the past? Or like Mark is here for me now?

Now that I am in a safer and more stable situation, I think I'd like to help someone out. And I'd love for Alex to be that someone. I'll just have to find a way to get closer to him and befriend him.

Published on 14 May 2016