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Chapter 8
Damien was leaning over his desk, his hands flat on top of it, with his pants half pulled down. Michael was behind him, thrusting strongly into his body, the handyman’s big hands alternately clutching his hips and pinching harshly at the white skin of his buttocks. Damien mewled, his body arching, at each savage thrust and every sharp pinch, enjoying the heady mix of pain and pleasure. “Ah, Michael, fuck me harder!” he screamed, not caring if everybody at the B&B heard them. Let them hear! Most of the guests, at least, would be horribly envious of him.
He grinned whitely at this thought, then cried out again as hands squeezed his reddened ass cheeks. He wavered, his mouth opening as he fought to breathe, shaking and moaning as Michael continued to fuck him relentlessly. He could feel his orgasm rising in his balls, his whole body tensing as he prepared to come very hard. Finally, with a last hard stroke into him, Damien choked out a cry as he began to spurt all over the front of his desk in long white streaks. He half-collapsed over the desk as Michael continued to drill into him, whimpering in satisfaction as the handyman growled and stiffened behind him.
Silence and stillness in the office, except for the sound of their painting breaths. Damien lay on the desk without moving, perfectly content to remain there all day with Michael’s still half-hard cock buried inside of him. He whined in protest when he finally felt Michael withdraw, not wanting to lose the sensation of being filled. A big hand stroked the reddened skin of his ass lightly, then patted it. “I should get back to work,” Michael remarked quietly.
Damien half-lifted himself up and turned to look over his shoulder. He frowned. “Do you have to?” he asked, knowing he sounded rather petulant but not caring.
The handyman surprised him by smiling slightly. “That’s what you pay me for,” he pointed out.
Damien grimaced. “Couldn’t I just pay you to stand around and look pretty?” he asked hopefully.
Michael shook his head. “No. Because then you’d basically be paying me for having sex with you, and I am NOT a prostitute.”
A sigh. “Okay. If you must, you must. But you’ll come up to my apartment again tonight?” he asked hopefully as he slowly began to push himself upright.
Michael nodded. “I haven’t seen the inside of my apartment in over three weeks,” he mused.
“Why would you want to, when you can have lots of hot, kinky sex instead?” Damien remarked as he began to pull his pants back up over his hips, with a wince for the excoriated skin of his ass.
Michael had to admit that this was true. He watched Damien set himself to rights, then said: “What will you do once we close for the winter?”
Damien paused in tucking his shirt back in. “I’ve never thought about it,” he admitted. “I seriously doubt that Daddy will let me come home yet, so I’ll just have to find something to occupy myself with. Do you have any ideas?” he gave Michael a sultry look, his green eyes gleaming.
While Michael was pleased that Damien was staying at the B&B for the foreseeable future, he was also very curious. “What did you do to get you exiled here, anyway?” he asked, wondering if Damien would actually answer his question.
Damien snorted. “Something bad,” he replied, smiling wickedly. “Want to hear about it?”
“Yes,” Michael admitted.
A chuckle. “Well, if you must know, I slept with somebody.”
Michael’s brows knit in confusion. “That’s all?” he said incredulously.
Damien’s grin widened. “Yes and no. It was the person that I slept with that was bad. He was, in fact, a United States Senator. A very married, supposedly straight, Right-Wing Conservative Senator, to be exact. I met him at one of Daddy’s parties, where my father was wining and dining him in preparation of buying his favor. If you don’t think that big business owns the government, think again. He came on to ME, by the way, not the other way around. And because he was both young and cute for a Conservative, I took him up on his offer. I rocked his world, I can tell you! But what the right honorable senator didn’t know was that I used to have a habit of video taping my sexual encounters. It made me hot to have secret sex tapes, and I’d watch them sometimes in private. I had sex with him in my room, so I switched on the hidden video camera and made a tape of me getting VERY hot and heavy with a U.S. Senator. That tape would have ruined his career - and more importantly, Daddy’s business deal with him.”
“Of course, none of that would have mattered except I got mad at daddy one day because he was threatening to cut off my allowance and make me get a job because I was a ‘lazy dead-beat’. He pissed me off so much I told him about the tape and threatened to release it to the press. I wasn’t actually going to do that - even I’m not that much of a brat - but he took me seriously. He was so angry at me I’m surprised he didn’t hit me. He demanded that I give him the tape, and I refused. When I did, he told me he was sending me away so that I couldn’t cause any more trouble for him, and that I’d better accept my fate or else he’d cut me off without a penny and take me out of his will, too. So I got shipped here to take over this place, and frankly I’ve got to say that I’m happier here than I ever was at home. I actually matter here. I think I’ve done a good job turning this bed-and-breakfast into a thriving business…”
“You have,” Michael said gravely, interrupting him. “We’ve never done half this well before.”
Damien looked pleased at his words. “Thanks. And there are people I like here - the staff, most of the guests, you…well, I think I like you a lot more than anybody else here,” he added with a grin.
Michael felt the muscles in his abdomen tighten at these words. “You do?”
Damien nodded. “Sure. You’re great in bed, and sexy as hell.”
“Is that all I am?” Michael asked sourly, feeling rather annoyed.
Damien studied his face. “Do you want to be something more?” he asked. “I just thought you were in it for the sex. Because I’m the only one who can give you what you need.”
Michael’s frown deepened. “If that were the case, I think I would have chosen celibacy,” he said austerely. “I only agreed to sleep with you because you were so upset after I got hurt. It showed that you cared about me. Not just that you wanted to sleep with me. After all, you could sleep with almost any of the guests, but instead you wanted to be with me.”
Damien stared at him. “I never thought about it that way,” he admitted slowly. “But it’s true. I didn’t sleep with anybody for weeks before you got hurt. This is…so weird,” he rubbed at his arms as though he were feeling cold.
“How is it weird? It happens all the time, all over the world,” Michael said softly.
Damien shivered. “I guess. It’s just…I mean, I’ve slept with lots of guys, but that was just sex. This isn’t just sex, is it?” he asked, sounding rather pitiful.
“No, it’s not,” Michael agreed quietly.
“Oh, man,” Damien husked. “Michael, will you…hold me? I’m freaking out a bit, here.”
The handyman stepped forward and put his arms around Damien’s lithe form. He buried his face in Michael’s shoulder, standing still while little shivers raced through him. Hands stroked down his back, comforting him. He sighed, relaxing a little. “I don’t know why this is so hard for me,” he half-whispered against the front of Michael’s shirt.
“You’re just not used to it, that’s all,” the handyman replied. “It takes time to get used to new things. If it helps, I feel bit nervous too.”
Damien laughed against his shirt, rubbing his cheek against the fabric. “Liar,” he said fondly.
Michael smiled and kissed the top of his head. “Maybe,” he conceded calmly.
Damien finally calmed down enough that Michael was able to return to work, while Damien sat down at his desk and pored over some paperwork. He wasn’t good with figures; he often sent the B&B’s books off to his father’s accountants when he got in over his head. But he tried to do as much as he could by himself. This was his job, after all. Maybe he’d been forced to take it on, but damn it he was going to do the job as best as he possibly could! He’d show his father that he was good for something if it killed him.
The phone on his desk rang. He picked up the receiver. “Hello, Sweet Springs B&B,” he said into it. Then: “Daddy?”
“Hello, Damien,” his father’s voice said over the line.
“Why are you calling?” Damien asked warily.
His father snorted faintly. “Can’t I call and talk to my son?” he asked dryly.
“Well, I’d say yes, but since you never have before I’ve got to wonder what the catch is,” Damien replied.
“Not a catch, exactly. But I’ve been receiving some good reports about you from Ross. He says that you’ve made a go of the place, which shocks me since I only sent you there to get you out of my hair. I’ve got to say, I’m pleased, Damien. Really pleased. So I’ll be flying up there in a couple of days to visit, and if I like what I see you can come home.”
Damien stiffened in his chair. “Go home?” he repeated incredulously. “Are you serious?”
“Yes,” his father replied. “For once I can actually be proud of you, Damien. You don’t know how happy that makes me. I can’t wait to see you again.”
He blinked away tears. “I-I can’t wait to see you either, Daddy,” he husked.
“Okay. I’ve got to go, Damien, I have a meeting. I’ll see you soon, son.”
“All right,” Damien replied, slowly setting the receiver into its cradle. He sat in his chair, stunned, his eyes far away. His father was proud of him? He might be able to go home soon? He’d have killed for that news a few months ago!
Suddenly an image of Michael’s gravely-handsome face flashed through his head. Damien bit at his lip as he realized that if his father let him go home, he’d have to leave Michael behind. Not only Michael, but all of the people that he’d met here. And the bed-and-breakfast itself, the place that he’d redecorated and turned into a success. Was his father’s mansion his home anymore? Or was it…here? Damien just didn’t know, and he had no idea what to do now…
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Chapter 8
Damien was leaning over his desk, his hands flat on top of it, with his pants half pulled down. Michael was behind him, thrusting strongly into his body, the handyman’s big hands alternately clutching his hips and pinching harshly at the white skin of his buttocks. Damien mewled, his body arching, at each savage thrust and every sharp pinch, enjoying the heady mix of pain and pleasure. “Ah, Michael, fuck me harder!” he screamed, not caring if everybody at the B&B heard them. Let them hear! Most of the guests, at least, would be horribly envious of him.
He grinned whitely at this thought, then cried out again as hands squeezed his reddened ass cheeks. He wavered, his mouth opening as he fought to breathe, shaking and moaning as Michael continued to fuck him relentlessly. He could feel his orgasm rising in his balls, his whole body tensing as he prepared to come very hard. Finally, with a last hard stroke into him, Damien choked out a cry as he began to spurt all over the front of his desk in long white streaks. He half-collapsed over the desk as Michael continued to drill into him, whimpering in satisfaction as the handyman growled and stiffened behind him.
Silence and stillness in the office, except for the sound of their painting breaths. Damien lay on the desk without moving, perfectly content to remain there all day with Michael’s still half-hard cock buried inside of him. He whined in protest when he finally felt Michael withdraw, not wanting to lose the sensation of being filled. A big hand stroked the reddened skin of his ass lightly, then patted it. “I should get back to work,” Michael remarked quietly.
Damien half-lifted himself up and turned to look over his shoulder. He frowned. “Do you have to?” he asked, knowing he sounded rather petulant but not caring.
The handyman surprised him by smiling slightly. “That’s what you pay me for,” he pointed out.
Damien grimaced. “Couldn’t I just pay you to stand around and look pretty?” he asked hopefully.
Michael shook his head. “No. Because then you’d basically be paying me for having sex with you, and I am NOT a prostitute.”
A sigh. “Okay. If you must, you must. But you’ll come up to my apartment again tonight?” he asked hopefully as he slowly began to push himself upright.
Michael nodded. “I haven’t seen the inside of my apartment in over three weeks,” he mused.
“Why would you want to, when you can have lots of hot, kinky sex instead?” Damien remarked as he began to pull his pants back up over his hips, with a wince for the excoriated skin of his ass.
Michael had to admit that this was true. He watched Damien set himself to rights, then said: “What will you do once we close for the winter?”
Damien paused in tucking his shirt back in. “I’ve never thought about it,” he admitted. “I seriously doubt that Daddy will let me come home yet, so I’ll just have to find something to occupy myself with. Do you have any ideas?” he gave Michael a sultry look, his green eyes gleaming.
While Michael was pleased that Damien was staying at the B&B for the foreseeable future, he was also very curious. “What did you do to get you exiled here, anyway?” he asked, wondering if Damien would actually answer his question.
Damien snorted. “Something bad,” he replied, smiling wickedly. “Want to hear about it?”
“Yes,” Michael admitted.
A chuckle. “Well, if you must know, I slept with somebody.”
Michael’s brows knit in confusion. “That’s all?” he said incredulously.
Damien’s grin widened. “Yes and no. It was the person that I slept with that was bad. He was, in fact, a United States Senator. A very married, supposedly straight, Right-Wing Conservative Senator, to be exact. I met him at one of Daddy’s parties, where my father was wining and dining him in preparation of buying his favor. If you don’t think that big business owns the government, think again. He came on to ME, by the way, not the other way around. And because he was both young and cute for a Conservative, I took him up on his offer. I rocked his world, I can tell you! But what the right honorable senator didn’t know was that I used to have a habit of video taping my sexual encounters. It made me hot to have secret sex tapes, and I’d watch them sometimes in private. I had sex with him in my room, so I switched on the hidden video camera and made a tape of me getting VERY hot and heavy with a U.S. Senator. That tape would have ruined his career - and more importantly, Daddy’s business deal with him.”
“Of course, none of that would have mattered except I got mad at daddy one day because he was threatening to cut off my allowance and make me get a job because I was a ‘lazy dead-beat’. He pissed me off so much I told him about the tape and threatened to release it to the press. I wasn’t actually going to do that - even I’m not that much of a brat - but he took me seriously. He was so angry at me I’m surprised he didn’t hit me. He demanded that I give him the tape, and I refused. When I did, he told me he was sending me away so that I couldn’t cause any more trouble for him, and that I’d better accept my fate or else he’d cut me off without a penny and take me out of his will, too. So I got shipped here to take over this place, and frankly I’ve got to say that I’m happier here than I ever was at home. I actually matter here. I think I’ve done a good job turning this bed-and-breakfast into a thriving business…”
“You have,” Michael said gravely, interrupting him. “We’ve never done half this well before.”
Damien looked pleased at his words. “Thanks. And there are people I like here - the staff, most of the guests, you…well, I think I like you a lot more than anybody else here,” he added with a grin.
Michael felt the muscles in his abdomen tighten at these words. “You do?”
Damien nodded. “Sure. You’re great in bed, and sexy as hell.”
“Is that all I am?” Michael asked sourly, feeling rather annoyed.
Damien studied his face. “Do you want to be something more?” he asked. “I just thought you were in it for the sex. Because I’m the only one who can give you what you need.”
Michael’s frown deepened. “If that were the case, I think I would have chosen celibacy,” he said austerely. “I only agreed to sleep with you because you were so upset after I got hurt. It showed that you cared about me. Not just that you wanted to sleep with me. After all, you could sleep with almost any of the guests, but instead you wanted to be with me.”
Damien stared at him. “I never thought about it that way,” he admitted slowly. “But it’s true. I didn’t sleep with anybody for weeks before you got hurt. This is…so weird,” he rubbed at his arms as though he were feeling cold.
“How is it weird? It happens all the time, all over the world,” Michael said softly.
Damien shivered. “I guess. It’s just…I mean, I’ve slept with lots of guys, but that was just sex. This isn’t just sex, is it?” he asked, sounding rather pitiful.
“No, it’s not,” Michael agreed quietly.
“Oh, man,” Damien husked. “Michael, will you…hold me? I’m freaking out a bit, here.”
The handyman stepped forward and put his arms around Damien’s lithe form. He buried his face in Michael’s shoulder, standing still while little shivers raced through him. Hands stroked down his back, comforting him. He sighed, relaxing a little. “I don’t know why this is so hard for me,” he half-whispered against the front of Michael’s shirt.
“You’re just not used to it, that’s all,” the handyman replied. “It takes time to get used to new things. If it helps, I feel bit nervous too.”
Damien laughed against his shirt, rubbing his cheek against the fabric. “Liar,” he said fondly.
Michael smiled and kissed the top of his head. “Maybe,” he conceded calmly.
Damien finally calmed down enough that Michael was able to return to work, while Damien sat down at his desk and pored over some paperwork. He wasn’t good with figures; he often sent the B&B’s books off to his father’s accountants when he got in over his head. But he tried to do as much as he could by himself. This was his job, after all. Maybe he’d been forced to take it on, but damn it he was going to do the job as best as he possibly could! He’d show his father that he was good for something if it killed him.
The phone on his desk rang. He picked up the receiver. “Hello, Sweet Springs B&B,” he said into it. Then: “Daddy?”
“Hello, Damien,” his father’s voice said over the line.
“Why are you calling?” Damien asked warily.
His father snorted faintly. “Can’t I call and talk to my son?” he asked dryly.
“Well, I’d say yes, but since you never have before I’ve got to wonder what the catch is,” Damien replied.
“Not a catch, exactly. But I’ve been receiving some good reports about you from Ross. He says that you’ve made a go of the place, which shocks me since I only sent you there to get you out of my hair. I’ve got to say, I’m pleased, Damien. Really pleased. So I’ll be flying up there in a couple of days to visit, and if I like what I see you can come home.”
Damien stiffened in his chair. “Go home?” he repeated incredulously. “Are you serious?”
“Yes,” his father replied. “For once I can actually be proud of you, Damien. You don’t know how happy that makes me. I can’t wait to see you again.”
He blinked away tears. “I-I can’t wait to see you either, Daddy,” he husked.
“Okay. I’ve got to go, Damien, I have a meeting. I’ll see you soon, son.”
“All right,” Damien replied, slowly setting the receiver into its cradle. He sat in his chair, stunned, his eyes far away. His father was proud of him? He might be able to go home soon? He’d have killed for that news a few months ago!
Suddenly an image of Michael’s gravely-handsome face flashed through his head. Damien bit at his lip as he realized that if his father let him go home, he’d have to leave Michael behind. Not only Michael, but all of the people that he’d met here. And the bed-and-breakfast itself, the place that he’d redecorated and turned into a success. Was his father’s mansion his home anymore? Or was it…here? Damien just didn’t know, and he had no idea what to do now…
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