Forrest’s breath went shallow as he knelt on the newly remodeled tile floor. It was hard and cold against his knees, and he was completely naked. The showerhead wasn’t running, and the spring breeze through the open bathroom window made him shiver. 

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Jarod sauntered in, naked. Forrest gulped at the sight of him, big and imposing and impossibly sexy. Especially with Forrest’s name written across his chest. That man had given his heart to Forrest. And it didn’t get sexier than that. 

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Except maybe for the way Jarod had spent all morning smirking at him as he drank glass after glass of water, licking it off his lips as if taunting Forrest with what was to come later. 

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Oh, who was Forrest kidding? Jarod was definitely taunting him. It was what he did best. 

More than the belt or his hand, or any other toy they’d played with since they’d met, it was Jarod’s brain that Forrest found sexiest. The way he carefully crafted each scene for maximum mind-fuckery. That was what drove Forrest wild.

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Jarod stepped into the shower. “So ready for it, aren’t you, slut?”

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Forrest licked his lip. “Yes, Boss.”

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“You know I’ve been drinkin’ water all day. Getting ready for this.” His eyes glittered, his gaze intent. “Gonna drown you in it until you beg me to stop.”

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He wasn’t hard, but the look in his eyes told Forrest everything he needed.  Jarod was into this. 

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And so was Forrest. 

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Even if his cheeks were hot and his brain was screaming that Jesus Christ, normal people do not beg other people to piss on them, but he wanted it. He’d wanted it for a long time, but he just hadn’t found the right person to try it with. Jarod had poked at the idea for weeks now. Whispering roughly in his ear how it would feel. How someone like him deserved to be treated that way. Until the need for it built into a fever pitch, and Forrest had begged him to do it. 

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And Jarod had laughed, cruelly, because he was an asshole like that, and told him he had to wait two weeks. But now the two weeks were up, and Jarod stood naked, looming over him, cock in hand, bladder full. 

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“Hands behind your back. You ready, boy?”

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“Yes, Boss.” Forrest was breathless, almost shaking with excitement. 

​

Jarod chuckled. 

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How did he still manage to sound menacing when Forrest had seen him bury his face in Shelby's soft, furry belly and kiss it loudly just the day before? 

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“No, boy.” Jarod’s voice was calm. Steady. “Beg for it. Tell me how much you want this.”

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“Please, Boss,” Forrest said. The words fell easily from his lips now because there was nothing he was ashamed to ask for. Well, maybe he was ashamed sometimes but in the good way. In the I can trust you with the dark things you pry out of my brain way.

 

Because Jarod had never once looked revolted or horrified. Only asked Forrest for some time for him to figure out how to make it happen in a way that worked for both of them.

 

And if that wasn’t the single best thing Forrest had ever experienced, he didn’t know what was. Being free that way was a kind of love he didn’t know he could have. And it went both ways. 

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“Please,” Forrest said again. “Please piss on me, Boss. I need it. I need to feel it. I need you to mark me that way. I need—” The words spilled out, a torrent of desire and toe-curling shame that laid him bare before Jarod. Because Forrest never, ever had to hide who he was with him. 

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Forrest closed his eyes at the first hot splash against his chest. It felt so wrong. And yet so right. He shivered at the sensation. At the sharp scent filling the air. At the wrongness of it. He wasn’t supposed to like this. He was supposed to be disgusted. And a little sliver of him was. But the rest was greedily reveling in it. 

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“Look at you,” Jarod breathed. “So fuckin’ filthy for me. You look good like that, you know?”

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Forrest shook his head. He didn’t know.

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“Mmhmm. Down on your knees where a whore like you belongs. Takin’ my piss like the filthy little pig you are.” He shook his head. “Can’t believe I live with a man who’d let me do this to him.” 

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Forrest’s nipples were hard, and he felt the pulse of his heart in his cock, an urgent, insistent need that pushed at him. 

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“Next time, I’ll record it.”

 

Forrest’s cock jerked at that idea. 

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“Oh, you like that, don’t you, boy?” Jarod purred. “Yeah, we’re gonna record it. So I can fuck you while I watch. Maybe I’ll piss in your stretched-out hole then plug it inside you.”

 

Forrest let out a little cry, cock pulsing with need. 

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“Maybe I’ll put it up online. Show everyone what a filthy fuck you really are.”

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They played like that a lot these days. With Jarod threatening all sort of things that Forrest knew he’d never follow through on, unless Forrest wanted it. Sometimes he wondered if he did. If he’d try it. If he’d ever be brave enough.

 

Someday. Maybe. Probably. 

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All Forrest knew was that there were a lot of things he’d thought he wouldn’t be into that had taken him by surprise. But with Jarod there to push him, just a little, he’d never go wrong. 

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“Or I could set you up out back in the garage. Let all the men who come through take a piss on you.”

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Forrest shuddered, his breathing shallow as Jarod aimed higher, hitting his collarbone. 

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“They could pay me for the privilege of pissin’ on you. Make you lick them clean. Or they could jerk off on you. You could spend hours out there on your knees. Couldn’t take you home that way, though. Not in Nellie. She's too nice of a car for that. Maybe I’d just strap you into the back of my truck. Naked and covered in piss and cum. Parade you through town that way so everyone could see.”

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He jerked his cock, spattering the last remaining droplets so they splashed onto Forrest’s face. 

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“I think you’d enjoy that too much, though.” Jarod shook his head. “Guess I’ll have to keep you for myself then. All those pryin’ eyes on what’s mine. No, can’t have that.” He sounded almost regretful, but Forrest knew he wasn’t.

 

Forrest was his and his alone.

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“Clean me up.” 

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Forrest’s eyes went wide. Jarod was clearly in the mood to push. 

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He lapped the tip of Jarod’s cock tentatively with his tongue. The taste wasn’t as bad as he’d expected and the feel of Jarod’s cock in his mouth, already growing hard, made him want it all the more. He was intimately familiar with every little vein on the underside and the way the flared head rubbed just right, wherever Jarod put it. 

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Jarod had really gotten into the cock-warming, loving to fall asleep with his dick in Forrest’s mouth or his ass, between his cheeks sometimes. Any way he could remind Forrest that he was his plaything.  And something in Forrest basked in that feeling.

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“Mmm.” Jarod pushed into his mouth, deep. “Yeah, just like that, boy. You want more, dontcha?”

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Forrest nodded, gagging a little.

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“Maybe next time I’ll piss in your mouth.” Jarod pulled free, leaving Forrest’s mouth gaping open as he stared in surprise. 

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Jarod snicked. “Mmhmm, just like that. See, you’re already gettin’ your practice in.” He tapped Forrest’s face with his palm. Before Forrest could even take a breath, the open-handed slap landed on his cheek, making his skin burn with heat. 

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It was so demeaning to get hit across the face like that, but it lit up something in Forrest, too—a burn in his chest and an almost feral need to fight back. But he remained rooted to the spot, the tiles digging into his knees cruelly as he waited for his Dom to tell him what to do next. 

 

***

 

“Now suck.” Jarod stared down at Forrest, his skin wet with piss, his eyes wide and needy, his cock hard and flat against his belly as he obediently waited for his next instruction. 

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Forrest sucked without hesitation, sliding his mouth over Jarod’s cock, which hadn’t been hard at first but was now throbbing with need from the scene and the feel of Forrest’s lips on his skin. 

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Jarod would never get enough of this, never get enough of Forrest’s eagerness to explore. To be used hard, but always with love. Jarod felt a certain sense of smugness as he pushed deep, through the constriction of Forrest’s throat. He’d taught Forrest that. Not the deepthroating, though that was nice, too, but how to give himself. How to accept the hard and the soft in them both. To learn that one didn’t cancel out the other. 

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To understand that the more Jarod loved him, the more he could give him what he needed. 

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Jarod also loved the gurgling, choking sounds he made. He grinned down at him, holding his cheeks in place for just a few more seconds, watching Forrest’s face grow red as he struggled for air. 

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Jarod pulled back, hearing the great whoosh of breath that Forrest sucked in. He realized Forrest was shaking a little, not from fear, if the little goosebumps on his arms were any indication. 

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Jarod reached out and flipped on the showerhead, blocking the spray with his body and bracing himself for the hit of cold water that would land on him until the water warmed.

 

All the while, Forrest looked up at him, mouth open, waiting patiently for his next move, and Jarod stroked his cheek with his thumb, feeling the hot love build in his chest like always, right under the tattoo he’d gotten to tell the whole world about it.

 

Jarod fucking loved the thing, and he often caught Forrest absently stroking the spot with his fingertips when they were in bed or curled up on the couch, so he knew he loved it, too. And nothing turned Jarod on more than fucking Forrest from behind so he could stare at the ink on his lower back. 

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When the water was warm, Jarod shifted, leaning back against the wall and adjusting the showerhead so the spray would hit Forrest’s body and not his face. “Keep sucking,” he said. “Make me come down your throat, boy, and I’ll make it worth your while.”

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“You always do, Boss.” Forrest ducked his head and took him in his mouth again. He lavished Jarod with attention, lapping at him with his soft pink tongue, curling it against his balls, shaved clean because Forrest didn’t like hairs in his teeth, and teasing droplets out of the slit. Jarod indulged him for a while, but he knew Forrest’s knees must be killing him, so after a while, he took Forrest’s face firmly in his hands again and ordered him to suck. Hard. 

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A handful of strokes into his mouth was all it took, until Jarod shot down his throat and finished on his face. He fed the cum to Forrest off his fingers then, crooning to him what a good slut he was until the words didn’t even make sense, and it was just the tone that made Forrest beam. 

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Forrest looked so alive like that. So at peace. After the filthiest fucking moments together, there was a serenity to his expression, a calm stillness that told Jarod he’d gotten it just right. He hauled Forrest to his feet and pressed kisses to his face and told him how beautiful he was. 

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Sometimes that made Forrest squirm, but that was good, too.

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“I love you,” Jarod whispered roughly, and sank to his knees because there was a hole he had to taste and promise he had to fulfill. 

 

***

 

Jarod on his knees was never a submissive gesture, and neither was the firm way he manhandled Forrest to face away from him, legs spread. 

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And then his tongue was up inside him, probing and pushing, turning Forrest inside out until all he could do was claw at the vintage aqua tiles and mash his hot cheeks against their cool, smooth surface. He cried out Jarod’s name in heated desperation when he shoved two fingers deep. 

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Jarod had discovered just how much Forrest liked prostate milking. He did it now, lapping around his hole periodically as he fingered him, tapping against the gland, circling it lightly, doing everything he could to make Forrest go out of his mind. 

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Sometimes he dragged his thumb along Forrest’s taint at the same time, stroking it from both sides, and Forrest would start to babble nonsense as his head swam and little dribbles of milky fluid leaked from his cock. Not an orgasm, but equally intense, and it always built to a big final climax where Jarod would take his cock in his mouth and suck deep until Forrest finally spilled with a harsh cry. 

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He did that now, the sound echoing through the tiled room, his cheeks wet, his fingers digging into Jarod’s shoulders. 

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And then Jarod’s mouth was on his, his tongue, slick with Forrest’s cum, sliding between his lips so Forrest could taste himself. 

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“Fuck, I love you,” Jarod whispered, and all Forrest could do was throw his arms around Jarod’s neck and nod his agreement. 

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Because fuck, he really did love him too. 

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Forrest’s legs were still shaking as Jarod finished scrubbing him clean, led him out of the shower, and toweled him dry, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose in a gesture so cute Forrest would want to barf if it had come from anyone else. Jarod kissed Shelby like that sometimes too. 

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Jesus. 

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Jarod wrapped a towel around his waist as Forrest’s phone buzzed on the counter where he’d set it earlier. 

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“Need to take a peek at that?”

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Forrest nodded. Not that his job had any emergencies, but his parents ran a farm where accidents sometimes happened, and he liked to check just to be sure. 

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Jarod handed him his phone and pulled him close. But it was only a message from Neil, who Forrest had gotten to be pretty good friends with lately. It was more than the convenience of Jarod and Alexander being friends, more than general proximity. Although vastly different in their submission, they were alike enough to have plenty in common, in and out of the lifestyle, and Forrest had a genuine appreciation for Neil’s sense of humor.

 

Neil had sent him a meme today. It was one with a curvy, tattooed woman on it, which threw Forrest for a minute, but he read the original text: nerdy, dirty, inked, and curvy.

 

Below it, Neil had sent a message saying: What about nerdy, dirty, inked, and pervy?

 

Forrest laughed aloud and showed it to Jarod, who grinned. “I like it.”

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You thinking about getting ink? Forrest asked. As far as he knew, Neil didn’t have any. 

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Yeah, I saw this really awesome periodic table tattoo. I was thinking maybe using Alexander and my initials? Turning them into an element and using our birthdays or something for the atomic number. 

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That’s disgustingly sweet, Forrest replied. Do it.

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Because sometimes, when you had an amazing Dom, you just had to brag to the world about it. Even if Neil couldn’t do it very publicly because of his job. Still, Forrest understood the sentiment. 

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He set his phone on the sink and felt Jarod’s hands land on his shoulders. He sighed and pressed back against him. 

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Neil would be a terrible sub for Jarod, and Forrest and Alexander would never work together in a million years. Forrest shuddered at the thought. 

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But they were all really fucking happy.  

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And who’d have thought that would happen?

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Maybe Forrest wasn’t so smart after all. Then again, he’d been smart enough to approach Jarod in the first place and to keep him around, so he supposed he wasn’t doing too badly.

 

***

 

“Will you let me draw a bubble bath for you?” Jarod massaged Forrest’s shoulders, digging his thumbs into muscles alongside Forrest’s shoulder blades. They’d showered earlier so they didn’t need to clean up, and scenes like the one they’d just finished didn’t always seem like a lot. He hadn’t beaten Forrest hard or anything. Just pissed on him, fucked his throat, then licked and fingered him to an explosive orgasm. But even a scene like that could fuck with a sub’s head. A little softness after couldn’t hurt. And Forrest’s disdain of aftercare was almost another form of pleasant torture for him. 

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Forrest gave him a long-suffering look. “I suppose. If you must.”

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Jarod snorted. “You keep saying you’re not a brat, but I’m not convinced.”

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“I’m not a brat,” Forrest protested. 

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“Mm-hmm.” Jarod pointed at the closed toilet seat lid. “Sit, boy.”

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“Yes, Boss.”

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Jarod playfully tapped his cheek like he did before he hit hard. Forrest flinched in anticipation, so Jarod didn’t follow through. Just to fuck with him. “Yeah, you’d best remember who’s in charge here.”

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“How could I forget?”

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“Dunno.” Jarod turned the taps so warm water streamed out, filling the deep tub. “But it seems like you do sometimes.”

​

They’d spent some time digging around the local architectural salvage place and found a big old clawfoot tub large enough to fit two grown men. It had been rusty, but Grant’s bosses at the construction company had directed Jarod to someone who did refinishing work, and now it looked good as new in their shiny new bathroom. 

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“You like that I get mouthy,” Forrest said. There was a confidence in his voice that made Jarod snicker. 

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“Suppose I do.” Jarod let out a long-suffering sigh as he drizzled basil and lime goat’s milk bubble bath they’d picked up at the farmer’s market last weekend. When he bought it, Forrest had rolled his eyes and told him he was ruining his street cred. Jarod had proven him wrong after they got home. “Dunno what I did to deserve you for a sub, but …”

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“But what?”

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Jarod bent down and gave him a hard kiss. “But I’m damn glad I did it.”

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Forrest wound his arms around his neck. “Me, too.”

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Jarod pulled back with a reluctant groan and, still naked from their earlier shower, stepped into the tub. He reclined back, and the groan turned into a relaxed one, feeling the hot water ease the tightness in his quads. He’d thought he was in shape until he’d let Forrest take him cycling yesterday. He’d arrived back home—after a ride a quarter as long as the ones Forrest usually did—and collapsed on the grass, sweating like a pig and cursing up a blue streak as he swore he’d never be able to walk again.

 

Forrest had merely laughed and brought him a drink with electrolytes. He promised it would get better, but Jarod had sworn that was the one and only time. Which probably meant they’d go out next weekend. 

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“Get in.” Jarod shifted in the tub to make room for Forrest.

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Forrest eyeballed him. “I’m tempted to get a picture of this. You in a bubble bath. They know you’re a total mushball over me, but no one in town would believe this if I told them.”

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Jarod shrugged lazily, too content to care. “I’m secure enough in my masculinity. Probably get more business at the shop.” His dick floated in a nest of bubbles and he idly stroked, not ready to get hard again, but it felt too nice to stop.

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Forrest watched his actions with interest. “You don’t need more business at the shop. You’re busy as is, and you’re turning a great profit.”

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“Doesn’t sound like you’re doin’ too bad either.”

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“No. I’m contemplating hiring another CPA, actually,” Forrest admitted. “Business has picked up lately.”

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“Really? You hadn’t mentioned that. Hiring someone, I mean.”

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“I was mulling over my options. I was gonna talk to you about it this week.”

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“Okay. Are you getting in or what?” He tugged at Forrest’s towel, threatening to pull it loose completely from his narrow hips. 

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“So impatient. Now who’s being a brat?”

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Jarod let out a low, evil-sounding chuckle. “Oh, not a brat, boy. Just an impatient Dom who wants to get in some time with his sub.”

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“Well, when you put it like that ...”

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Forrest had been really touchy about being called a submissive for a while. He was in many ways, but that title hadn’t always been an easy fit for him. He didn’t flinch at it anymore, though, and Jarod didn’t censor himself about using it. 

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Forrest let the towel drop to the floor, and Jarod took a moment to enjoy the lean length of him and the flash of ink on his lower back when he turned away for a moment. Jarod should have pissed on it earlier. Literally marked his territory.

 

Mmm, fuck. Maybe next time.

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A little foam splashed out over the side of the tub as Forrest carefully stepped in and settled back against Jarod’s chest with a sigh. “This is kinda nice, actually.”

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“Ha! Knew I’d wear you down about the idea of aftercare eventually.”

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“You’re supposed to be a big scary tattooed mechanic, you know?” Forrest said, sounding almost grumpy. 

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Jarod snorted. “I am a big, scary tattooed mechanic.”

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“Nah.” Forrest turned his head and pressed a kiss to Jarod’s cheek. “You’re my big scary tattooed mechanic. And a big softie, too.”

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“You okay with that?”

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“Yeah, I think I’ll keep you.” Forrest’s voice was a little lazy, like he was sliding into relaxation.

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“Guess you better, or that tattoo is gonna need some redoin’.”

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Forrest nodded. “Too much work. I’ll just have to stick this out.”

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“I’ve heard worse reasons.”

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“You know I can’t imagine my life without you, right?” Forrest’s voice turned serious.

Jarod swallowed hard. “I know.” He pressed a kiss to Forrest’s temple. “Goes both ways.”

​

Shelby jumped up and settled on the rim of the tub. The end of his tail dipped into the water, dragging through it as he swished it lightly. 

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“Whatcha’ doin’, kitty?” Jarod asked, amused. “Come to join us?”

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“Who has a cat that likes getting wet?” Forrest asked, his voice all soft and lazy like he was well and truly relaxed now.

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Jarod shrugged. “Dunno.”

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“Same guy who has a sub who doesn’t even call him Sir, I guess.” Forrest’s tone was teasing.

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“Guess that would be me then,” Jarod said. 

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“That doesn’t bother you, does it?”

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“No.” Jarod kissed his temple again. “I like you callin’ me Boss.”

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“Good. Just wanted to be sure.” Forrest hesitated. “I’d call you Sir, if you wanted.”

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“You don’t say that easily, do you?”

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“No.”

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“Then I’m honored.” He squeezed Forrest’s thighs. “But I don’t need it. Boss is right for us. Besides, I’ve never done things the way everyone else does.”

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“That’s true.” Forrest nuzzled back. “There’s a lot of people in Pendleton Bay who are disappointed you’re taken though, you know.”

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“Am I? Taken, I mean?” Jarod asked with a little laugh.

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“Damn straight.” Forest wriggled so he could press his lips against the heart on Jarod’s chest. “This is mine.” Under the water, he slid a soapy hand along Jarod’s cock, which was somewhere between hard and soft. “This is mine, too.”

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“Sounds pretty taken to me then.”

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“Good.” Forrest stroked slowly, brushing his thumb across the slit and sending a shudder through Jarod’s body.

​

“You keep doin’ that I won’t be responsible for the consequences,” Jarod warned.

​

“What if that’s what I’m going for?”

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“Then I’d say you’re about to get what you wished for, you needy little slut.”

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“Your needy little slut,” Forrest said with a contented sigh like that was a term of affection.

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“Yeah, you are.” 

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In the end, it really was.