Order (Tattoos and Ties 2)

“You could do better. I’m a freak show. If you knew what I was thinkin’ half the time…”

“Like what?” Alec interrupted when Key gave another yawn. There were all these imaginary lines he and Key never crossed. They only spoke of what the other was willing to say and never prodded for more. That needed to change. Alec wanted to be Key’s anchor, which required trust and honesty to achieve.

“I watched a gay couple once at a dance club…” That had Alec picking up the phone as he interrupted again.

“You go to dance clubs?” Alec shook his head, thinking about his very reserved, not overly outgoing Key in a techno music blaring club with bright lights flashing… Yeah, Key wasn’t a dance club type.

“As a wallflower. So these guys were clearly together and trashed and all over each other.” Key gave another deeper, much longer yawn. Alec tossed his shorts on the built-in dresser, forgoing the brushing of his teeth to keep Key on the phone and talking. “The guys ended up doin’ it in the parkin’ lot. I mean right there, close to my bike, on the pavement. I don’t know if anyone else saw. It was late and dark, but they were fuckin’ hot. I wanted in on that shit, wished I was bolder. I’m a freak.”

Oh, that took an unexpected turn.

“Then I’m your kind of freak. I’d watch too.” Alec turned down the bed before crawling under the sheets. “Alexa, turn off my bedroom lights,” he said to his Amazon Echo. The lights slowly dimmed as he settled into place. “I was at a club once with my friends and walked out to my car to find my friends had moved their good time from the cab of their pickup to the pavement of the parking lot. Later, I found out they claimed they needed more room. It’s hot. I snapped a picture. Until I met you, I haven’t ever been so overcome that I couldn’t wait to get somewhere more private, but it’s hot as hell to think about doing you at a dance club.”

“Hmm…” Now that tone was most definitely lust-infused, and Alec perked right up. “I don’t know, I’m pretty possessive over you. I’m not sure I want everybody to see what you got. I’d be fightin’ every motherfucker off you…” Key paused, giving a throaty chuckle before adding, “Not that we could even go out.”

“At least not right now. Are you in bed? Want me to get you off before you fall asleep?” Alec asked, watching his blanket tent.

“I’m hard as stone. Your voice does it for me.” Key’s voice deepened, suggesting he’d already started without Alec.

“Exactly the same for me. Are you touching yourself? I want you to touch yourself and think of me. It’s my hand there on you,” Alec said, whipping the blankets off.

“Hmm…” Oh yeah, that was a good sound, and Alec curled his fingers around his cock, giving a solid tug.

“Key, it’s not gonna take me long. Be there with me.” Alec stroked himself. Maybe they could switch to video. His hips eagerly rolled into his palm at the prospect. As Alec started to make the suggestion, he heard a heavy exhale that didn’t scream extreme lust. It was too thick and lazy. He listened closer as a deep inhale came next.

“Key, baby, you there?”

He listened closer and got nothing. Alec looked over at the clock on the nightstand. It was a little after one in the morning, which meant Key had been awake twenty hours. Of course he’d be exhausted. Not even disappointed, Alec laid the phone on the pillow next to him. It was a silly move, but he rested back in his spot and listened to the sounds of Key’s breathing while he finished himself off.

He had needed this tonight. His heart had somehow managed to reconcile the pain and suffering of Key’s life to the love he wanted to give this man. And Alec would love Key, or at the very least, he’d try. If patience and an open heart were necessary to accomplish his goals, he had an abundant supply where Key was concerned.

Alec reached for tissues to clean himself up. Once done, he whispered his love to Key as he tugged the blankets around him and left his phone on the pillow, still connected to the call. He closed his eyes, listening to Key’s soft snores. They easily lulled him to sleep.

Keyes pulled out a chair at the conference room table tucked inside a backroom they called the church in the club’s private clubhouse. A sacred place designated only for the patched members of the Disciples of Havoc, a place where he and his brothers regularly gathered to talk confidential club business.

For all the years Keyes had been with the club, he’d never had an experience like this one before. He and Fox, the club’s prez, were behind closed doors all alone. Even more different than normal, an eerie quiet descended over them. The only sounds came from the chair legs scraping across the floor before he took his seat.