Hi everyone this is a little filler between Not To Late and its sequel that I'm working on. Many thanks to my wonderful editor for her help with this. Please leave comments as the help me improve my writing and enjoy.
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"Aww, Miles. Come to bed already! I want to give you an early birthday present," Ryan moaned from the sofa. It was ten thirty at night and Miles was still typing away on his art report.
"Just let me finish this last paragraph and then I'm done."
It was the first of November and the winter snow had already started to fall. The boys had moved into a new home together down the road from their college, only a half hour drive from Miles's family.
The small house was a gift from Ryan's mother. Both boys had at first refused to accept it, saying she would need the money to fight her ex-husband's lawyers. But the dust had settled now, finally, and when she told them she had been awarded nearly everything his father owned in the divorce—including the business—she had practically left the twisted hateful man penniless. At that news, the boys had no choice but to take it.
Their new home was a little two bedroom house and both bedrooms had en-suite bathrooms. The master bedroom had a stylish, new jacuzzi, double shower and toilet installed, whereas the guest room had just the usual shower but was still quite fancy. Downstairs had been converted into a beautiful open-plan space that stepped down from the living room into a small dining area and kitchen. As with Miles's old home, the walls were covered in his artwork.
"Miles!" Ryan said firmly.
Miles responded to the dominant tone and looked up. His lover was leaning up against the stairs with a set of rope cuffs swinging from his index finger. Seeing the rope, Miles bit his lip. He knew exactly what it meant: Ryan was in a mood. Rope was something Ryan refused to use on him too often as it tended to leave red rings on his delicate skin.
While Miles looking back and forth between him and his laptop was comical to Ryan, his submissive lover still wasn't jumping up to follow him to bed. So, he decided a little bluff calling was in order. "Ok then, night," Ryan said, smiling evilly as he turned up the stairs.
"No! Wait! Ahh shit fuck!" Miles shouted as he leapt out of his seat, tripping over the table in the process.
Stifling his glee, Ryan ran up the stairs, hid behind their bedroom door and waited. The echo of Miles's feet hitting the stairs, trying to move faster, made the bigger man's grin even wider. He had to smother laughter when Miles ran into the room and stopped dead in his tracks, staring dumbstruck at their room.
The bedside tables each had two scented candles that filled the room with the smell of lavender and their usual white linen had been replaced with dark purple satin sheets covered in snow white and deep red petals. Miles frantically spun around looking for Ryan, not immediately seeing his boyfriend.
Seizing his chance, Ryan grabbed him from behind and flung him onto the bed. His waifish lover squeaked in surprise as he landed and bounced back into the air in a cloud of petals. Ryan was on him before he was even aware of what happened and within seconds, Miles's wrists were loosely lashed to the bars of the headboard with carefully bound rope, his ankles tethered soon after.
"Wha–" the raven-haired boy began before Ryan silenced him with a finger to the lips. The bigger man climbed between Miles's spread legs and dipped down to his lover's ear.
"No talking or else," Ryan whispered huskily. With a nod of the head, the finger was removed. Ryan's tongue darted out skimming the lobe of Miles's ear, making the smaller man gasp. Thrilled by his lover's responsiveness, Ryan did it again but this time, the lick lingered and traced the rim of the ear. Drawing the sensitive lobe between his lips, Ryan gently sucked and nibbled, earning him a sexy hybrid of a groan and a giggle.
Reluctantly releasing his suck-and-chew toy, Ryan followed the almost feminine curve of Miles's jawline as he moved to the other ear, wetting his skin with little licks and kisses on the way. He gave the other ear the same treatment and then dropped to the hollow of his lover's pale neck, drawing the flesh into his mouth. Miles bucked bebeath him and again, Ryan marveled at how he never grew bored with tiniest details of their sex life.
"Oh god, please..." Miles begged, waiting for more. To his intense dismay, Ryan stopped. "Ahhfuck, no! God, come back..."
With an infuriating smirk on his sexy lips, Ryan moved his big, muscular boy ever so slowly between Miles's legs, locking dark, dilated eyes with his tiny lover. Miles didn't know whether to be afraid or aroused. Ryan's eyes twinkled mischievously and he rocked a wolfish grin that could frighten the devil himself.
Maintaining eye contact, Ryan reached for Miles's shirt, fingers worked between the buttons. Muscles flexing like a body building dream, he yanked the fabric apart.
"Oh fuck," Miles gasped, little black buttons pinging in every direction. In another display of dominance, Ryan tore the rest of the shirt away, fingering the rags thoughtfully. "Hey! I liked that shirt!"
"No talking!" Ryan growled.
If Miles had been paying less attention to the shirt and more to his boyfriend, he might've picked up on the dangerous glint in Ryan's eyes and the deliberate manner in which he handled the remains of Miles's shirt. That shirt should've been well and truly tossed from their universe and long gone by now. Oh shit, Miles thought to himself, only just now sensing the mood of his lover.
"I think you have a little too much freedom right now," Ryan said looking at his work. Miles's creamy chest was on display and his two pink little nipples were the only thing breaking the flawless skin.
Taking the tattered remains of the shirt, Ryan slipped the material down to his wrists, deftly tied the shreds to the head board to the point Miles could hardly move, before leaning in to a passionate kiss. His nimble tongue darted across ruby red lips, demanding entry.
Keeping his lover occupied with the kiss, Ryan reached to open a draw on the bedside table, retrieving the container he placed in there while setting up. Ryan was pretty proud of himself this time. He loved thinking of ways to seduce Miles and tonight was going to be really...hot. So hot, in fact, that Ryan had been thinking about it all day and his arousal had been on a low boil all afternoon.
The contents of the container, however, were anything but hot. With his tongue occupied, Ryan was fumbling blind and as he reached in, the ice was cold to touch and had already started to melt.
Miles had know idea what Ryan was doing until the frozen cube made contact with his side. Miles broke the kiss with a shriek as he arched his body away from the ice.
"What the fuck was that?" Miles bitched, his breath stolen first from the kiss and then from the shock of the ice.
"What this?" Ryan grinned evilly as he held the piece of ice between his fingers. Miles hissed as Ryan touched the ice to his warm skin again. Unable to move away, his sadistic boyfriend ran the little piece of ice from the centre of his chest to each highly sensitive nipple, causing them to rise into little peaks.
"Ah god! Motherfuck..." Miles cried, squirming for every torturous moment of sensation. He couldn't decide whether he wanted the ice to melt faster or slower. But melt it did.
"Awww. All gone," Ryan pouted in a child like voice as he sat the diminished chip of ice that hadn't melted in Miles's belly button. "Now for the next course," Ryan said with as quick kiss. Grabbing the top of Miles's pants, he pulled them apart, tearing them like his shirt. Ryan had been planing this for days and he had purposefully weakened the fabric and made sure Miles had worn them at just the right time.
Virtually naked and bound in rags, Miles's cock was now trapped only by a small pair of boxer briefs, the head of his dick glistening peaked out from under the waist band.
"Looks like someone wants to come out and play," Ryan teased as he ran the tips of his fingers across his boyfriend's arousal, feeling a satisfied thrill as it jerked. Ryan felt for the cut in the elastic he had made and pulled across it, likewise tearing the underwear along the stitching before throwing them out of the way.
"Much better," Ryan said with a grin, gazing lustfully at his bound, naked and panting boyfriend. With a gentle touch he ran a finger across Miles's dick, down his tight sac, stopping at his twitching entrance.
