Author's note:
This is the final part of an original erotic novel set in a dystopian future about one hundred years from now. It is a fantasy about the progression of a romantic relationship, with a focus on fully-developed characters, emotional connection, and sizzling sex. Some elements explored are newly-discovered bisexuality, the complexities of trust, experiments in sexual power play, and healing from loss. Feel free to drop in on specific sections based on your mood or interest, but the dramatic tension is strongest if you start at the beginning.
I do apologize for the long delay in getting chapter seven to you. Unfortunately, my personal circumstances have not been favorable to writing. I am not likely to be posting any further stories at this point in time, but perhaps in the future.
Thank you to each person who has sent feedback on my posted work! I am new to writing fiction, so I appreciate hearing your reactions and perspectives. It truly does help me create the best stories that I can for readers to enjoy.
Tags for this chapter include: #bisexual male, #romance, #gay romance, #teasing, #denial, #edging, #submission, #future, #dystopian, #novel
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Julian:
The debate around the large oblong conference table had already occupied half the afternoon. The questions under consideration certainly impacted Fort Laurel's survival, but a decision could have been made within twenty minutes, if the governing council and their various advisors had approached the problem logically, instead of meandering into protracted side discussions about basic facts.
The offer of alliance from a farming cooperative in the river valley had been delivered last night by a couple of weather-toughened elders. Would extending our protection to their farms, a day's march northwest, strain our military resources? Yes. Would it be worth the surplus food provided under the agreement? Absolutely.
Luckily, I had a convenient distraction on the other side of the table -- Avery, slightly flushed, shifting on his wooden stool, glancing not-so-covertly in my direction every other minute. I reserved enough attention to follow the tedious arguments offered by each community leader, occasionally speaking up to counter a particularly misinformed opinion. But most of my thoughts centered around the striking man who shared my bed each night: The rugged beauty of his dark, tousled curls and chiseled jawline. The strength coiled in his sleek young muscles. The kaleidoscope of emotions playing behind his mahogany irises. The deliciously cruel things he had let me do to his exquisite body that morning, and the things I planned to do to it that evening.
It was always something of a risk, starting a sex game that could be interrupted by attacks on the settlement, devastating storms, or supply emergencies. Still, so far this was proving an ideal way to spice up a long-winded council meeting: watching Avery try to pretend he wasn't hiding an erection under the table.
His arousal was understandable, given that I hadn't let him orgasm when I played with him this morning. Or last night. Or yesterday morning. I smothered a smile as I remembered emptying my balls into his ass while he moaned and panted and kept his hands off his dripping cock. By his slightly feverish appearance and unfocused stare, I suspected he was remembering as well.
"Is that what you saw on the last patrol, Avery?" the council chairperson asked, startling him back to the matter at hand.
Abruptly the center of attention, Avery's handsome face flushed a shade darker.
"Uh, yeah," he stammered, scooting on his wooden stool even closer against the table's edge. "We came across a couple of old campsites, but nothing that looked like an active base for those raiders they're reporting."
Avery and I had been together nearly a year now, aside from that one hellish week, three months ago, when we'd broken up after Avery slept with his best friend. Rowan had ended up catalyzing our reconciliation as well, so I bore her no ill will. Much as I wished the whole experience could have been avoided, it had served to purge many of the lingering worries and doubts from our relationship. What we shared now was steadier, more securely rooted. And hotter. Since our reunion, Avery had more often given me permission to try fresh ways of inflaming his lust, and his desire for me only seemed to intensify over time. Not that mine for him was any better contained.
Under the terms of our current game, I was allowed unlimited access to enjoy his addictively responsive body, while he was not permitted to stimulate himself or orgasm, until I chose to grant him release. Which was why he was sitting across from me now, hard and aching, on his second consecutive day of denial, with no way of knowing how long he'd have to wait.
The third time our food supply overseer began listing the relative merits of corn to rice, I broke in. "We've heard from everyone here. Let's take five, clear our heads, and unless anyone has new information, put the proposal to a vote."
Chairperson Shaw glanced around the table. "If there are no objections?"
None were voiced. Stools scraped along the wood plank floor as we all stood. Except for Avery, who waited until the room started to empty before surreptitiously adjusting himself and edging out the door. I nodded toward one of the outbuildings near the command center, and he followed me behind the rough wooden structure.
It was August, and here in the south that meant unrelenting heat and humidity, with barely a breeze. Sweat dewed Avery's smooth sienna-toned skin and pasted his damp t-shirt to his chest and sides.
"Trouble focusing?" I asked playfully when we were out of sight.
Avery stepped forward, chin raised in invitation, and matched my tone. "Can't imagine why."
I kissed him, greedy and deep, until he melted beneath my lips. My tongue took control of his mouth, savoring his deprivation-enhanced taste. He leaned into my body as if to steady himself against the sensual barrage, and I wrapped an arm around his shoulders. His long-suffering cock ground urgently against my thigh.
He was breathless by the time I released him. He stayed close, eyes lit with love and longing, awe and assurance, excitement and ecstasy. All my favorite sex-game sentiments.
"Honestly never thought it was possible to be this damn horny," Avery said. More an endorsement than a complaint, by his tone.
"Mmm," I murmured in approval. I rested one hand at the small of his back. "So horny that you sit there with a hard-on all through a council meeting, where anyone can see you watching me?"
Heat that had nothing to do with the summer sun rose to his face. "Was it that obvious?"
I smiled. Embarrassment -- my other favorite. "Probably not to anyone else. But I'm enjoying the hell out of it."
He tossed his head self-consciously, but his dark eyes glittered with pleasure. "Are you...going to let me come tonight?"
"Do you think I should?" It was my wicked, provocative tone. I already knew the answer, and so did Avery.
"Yes?" he replied, then groaned at his unconvincing performance.
I pressed my lips to his again, purely affectionate this time. "Maybe tomorrow," I teased.
That night, after the alliance contract was finalized and we'd celebrated with our visitors, Avery and I retired to the quarters we shared. As soon as the door was locked behind us, I wasted no time pulling him in for another long kiss. Need radiated from him, fueling my own desire. I could have fucked him again or gotten off in the sweet suction of his mouth, but the council meeting had inspired another idea.
Instead of moving to the bed, I dragged the narrow wooden bench away from the wall. Leaving both of us in our clothes, I straddled the bench and beckoned Avery to sit between my legs with his back to me. I guided him to relax his knees open and place his hands on his thighs. I was already hard in anticipation, and I knew he could feel me against his ass.
First, I brushed his thick curls back from his neck and tasted his skin: salty, musky, distinctively male. He made a quiet, lustful sound at the wet touch. I lingered there, kissing and licking, occasionally nipping his skin with my teeth, especially the joint between his neck and shoulder, which made him gasp. When he started shifting his hips, I paused with my lips at the corner of his jaw.
"How's that cock?" I asked in the seductive voice that I knew affected him almost as much as any physical sensation.
