Deep space, Crossfire, Luc's private vessel
Jawk pinned Luc between himself and the door, cupped both hands around his face, and leaned in to kiss him. Though Luc opened his mouth and accepted the kiss, the rest of him stayed rigid, stiff, unyielding. Is there even one drop of surrender in this man?
Jawk pulled back. "What is it?"
"I..." Luc shoved past him. He gave Jawk a faltering glance. "I'll be right back."
Jawk sighed. He braced a forearm on the door and bent his neck to rest his head. He could hear Luc setting up a call. Turning around, Jawk folded his arms and steadied himself with one shoulder along the doorjamb.
Luc's private rooms had a living area similar to an apartment. As posh as all the rest of the ship, it had the same black and white leather couches and chairs, low lighting, and abstract art. Did he have black and white in all his living quarters? Or maybe he wore those lenses because he was blind in some way. To color, perhaps? Two rooms branched off to form bedrooms. Through the open door on the left, Luc stood in a wash of light while he made a holophone call.
"Wulf," Luc began. "I want you to know I'm sorry about earlier tonight. Crossfire is finished with quals early, and I'm taking her out. When she's ready, I want you to come, too. This trip will be work, except..."
Jawk turned his head as Luc glanced his way, but he could still hear every word.
"I brought Jawk with me. I'm sorry you and I weren't able to connect earlier. I called, but McDoth said you were out and weren't expected back until late. Anyway ... uh, listen, Wulf. I love you, and I'm sorry I had to leave without saying good-bye. Love, it's business. You know how it is. Don't work too hard while I'm gone. If you get this before midnight..." A pause. "Oh, well, damn. It's long after midnight. We've already taken off. Never mind."
Taken off? Jawk considered the past half hour. Nothing indicated they'd lifted off. He'd have felt it. Although Kin had no trouble with jumpsickness, the movement of a ship wasn't something he could have missed. Not even with the delectable Luc beneath his claws. He had to be lying. To avoid a confrontation, perhaps? Why, if Wulf was a slave?
"I hope this message transfers all right." Luc blew a kiss. "See you in a week." The holo-lights winked out. Luc emerged from the bedroom, pulled the door closed behind him. He remained there, one hand on the doorknob, head down. "I'm not very good at this."
Jawk sniffed. The muddled scent of several emotions underscored Luc's confusion. "Good at what?" He could guess, but why put words in his mouth?
Luc looked up. "I'm always the top."
"Yeah. I can believe that about you." With a smile, Jawk unfolded his arms and leaned against the door, hanging his thumbs in his pockets, legs stretched out. "You don't know how to surrender. Is that what you're saying?"
"I'm saying that you're young."
"And you're ancient." The emotional hit of those words sent up a sharp scent, like chalk dust. He softened them by adding, "That's how you see yourself. Not how I do."
Luc let go of the door. "What makes you think I view myself as ancient?"
"You call yourself 'old man' when you talk to yourself."
Those blacker than black eyes narrowed. "When did you hear that?"
"The other night, at the club, while you were waiting for Wulf. I was stocking the bar near your table. He had arrived and was shaking hands with everyone, and you were watching him. You said, 'Patience, old man. Patience.'"
"I whispered!"
"Kin, remember?" Jawk flicked both ears. "I don't miss much. Like the lie you just told Wulf about us taking off."
Luc stared at Jawk for several long moments, not speaking. Jawk let him look. "What makes you think I lied?"
"I'd've felt us lift off."
"Not on this ship. We undocked two minutes after you and I left the bridge."
Jawk took a deep sniff. No bitter scents. He patted his chest. "But I'd've felt it."
"Not on this ship, my friend." Luc gave him a tight smile. "Now, let's define some rules, shall we?"
He nudged his backpack under the couch and swung his leg over the arm. Sinking down onto the padded leather, he spread his arms across the back and propped both feet on the low table. "Okay. I'm listening. What rules?"
Luc sat on the opposite couch. "You already defined yours. No one ties you up or holds you against your will. That sums up my own requirements, as well. Submission is one thing, bondage is another. I have no intention of making it easy on you. Do you remember Wulf's safeword?"
"Jellybone? Sure."
"If I use it, stop at once. Otherwise, no matter how much I fight, you're the master. Can you handle that?"
"Hell, yeah." Jawk crossed his ankles. "What about spanking?"
"Oh, don't worry about that." Luc twisted his mouth in a sardonic grin. "If you need one, I'll give it to you."
He snickered. "And here I was thinking the same thing about you."
"Uh-huh." Luc raised one eyebrow. Leaning forward, elbows on his knees, he folded both hands before him, grinning. "That'll be the day."
Jawk passed a hand over his mouth, smiling at the thought of Luc over his knee. Whips and chains ... no. But a good spanking? Oh, hell yeah. He narrowed his eyes. "What about biting?"
"Now, that's another story." Luc wet his lips. "I heal fast, Jawk. Be as rough as you want."
"You might want to rethink that. I..."
"I can take it. Claws, too." Arms along the back of the couch, he lifted one hand. "Pin me. Scratch me. Bite me. Can you take it if I fight back?"
Jawk released his claws. "You sure you want it that rough?"
"There's a lot more to me than meets the eye."
And don't I know it. Jawk rubbed a hand over his mouth. "Show me what you've got."
Luc stood and took off his jacket, folded it and laid it aside before opening his shirt. He slid it off his shoulders, tossed it aside. The undershirt came off in one fluid motion.
Jawk licked his lips at the expanse of chocolate brown skin. A tangle of black curls spread across his chest between his nipples, and arrowed down to disappear into the waistband of his pants. The hard shoulders, defined pecs, and ridged abs made Jawk's mouth water. Male. Every luscious inch of him. This was not the body of an 'old man' in any form of the words.
Luc rubbed a hand across his brawny chest. "I can handle anything you dish out."
"Damn." Jawk eased back on the couch and spread his legs, showing off the erection bulging at the front of his trousers. "I'll bet you can." Luc's reaction more than gratified. Jawk motioned with one hand. "Show me the rest."
He toed off his shoes, pulled off socks, unbuckled his belt, and opened the pants. He pushed them down his hips, let them hit the floor, and stepped out of them. Black silk boxers followed.
"Hot damn." Jawk chewed his lip. Hung like a Kin. Luc shaved his heavy balls, but had a thatch above his pubes. That cock was too big around for one fist, far too long to make taking it--in any way--an easy chore. Delightful, yes. But easy? Never. Everything his former master had promised about Luc had been true so far. Jawk pinched his lower lip between fingers and thumb. "No wonder Wulf smiles so much."
Luc turned in a slow circle, hands out to the sides. His ass was so hard it shone. High, round, above legs so long you could get lost finding the tops. "Like what you see?"
"Hell, yeah." Jawk leaned forward, shoved the table out of the way, and gestured him closer. "Come here so I can touch you."
Luc took his time, cocksure of himself. He stood before Jawk, his smile confident in the extreme.
Jawk ran his fingers down the front of Luc's thighs. He slid his palms around to the backs and dragged them up, cupped them around his cheeks. "Your skin is so soft. Never felt anything like it. I'd heard Kelthians were like this." He tilted back his head. Luc was looking down at him. "You feel like silk poured over steel."
Luc lowered his lashes.
"I want you in my mouth." Jawk touched Luc's hands. "Keep your hands here. Let me direct you."
He scooted forward on the couch, wrapped one fist around Luc's cock as far as it would go, and drew him closer. Luc rocked back his head and hissed air in over his teeth.
"Spread your legs wider apart."
Luc slid his feet farther to the sides.
Jawk hooked his other hand beneath Luc's balls, cupping them with the web between first finger and thumb so he could bring them forward. "I can't believe you shave."
"You like that?"
"Wulf was the first man I'd ever seen who'd been shaved. You do that to him?"
"Wouldn't trust another." Luc turned his head to one side. "A compromise. I wanted him to shave. He demanded this in return."
Jawk stuck both ears up. "Demanded, huh?"
A lopsided grin followed. "The fact that he shaves them for me makes it worth submitting."
"So." Jawk wet his lips. "The almighty Luc Saint-Cyr can submit."
Those black eyes narrowed to slits. "When it pleases me."
Jawk tugged Luc's balls, one finger crooked to lift them. He bent forward and inhaled Luc's scent. "Ffffftt, you smell good." He dragged his tongue along the outside edge, drew one ball into his mouth and sucked.
Luc trembled, rising on his toes. "Easy!"
Jawk bounced it on his tongue. He could hear Luc hiss, feel him rise up, but he kept his hands where he'd been told. Jawk released that side and drew in the other one. He flicked his tongue beneath this one as well, bouncing it.
Luc swore.
Jawk let him go, slid back against the couch, and waited to see what Luc would do. He moved his feet closer together.
"Turn around, Luc."
When he complied, Jawk patted him on one cheek. "Bend over. Legs wider apart. Hands on your knees."
Luc murmured a swear word, but did as asked.
Jawk reached between his legs and brushed the backs of his fingers down Luc's balls, making him gasp. The muscles in his legs twitched.
"You're sensitive here. Most men are." He stroked them again, with more pressure. "I'm going to lick you here later. How long do you think can you take my rough tongue on your balls?"
"All night." The words sounded choked, as if he couldn't wait.
Jawk laughed. "I'm going to enjoy taking you. Stand up. It's time I got you into bed."