A Place for Cliff (15 page)

Cliff stared up into those deep dark blues that burned with smoldering lust for him, they held him and just the resonate voice told him there was no one else, just the two of them. He let out a deep breath and his whole body relaxed, surrendering to the awe of pleasure that swept over him that moment and he moaned out loud. No one but them and the euphoria he felt being consumed by Pyotr’s touch. And before the second rasping moan escaped his lips Pyotr’s mouth came down over him attacking his with a ferocious kiss.

“That’s it it’s just you and me.” Pyotr’s fingers pressed at the pucker then circled then pressed again, and when he felt his young lover let go he pushed until his hole collapsed and two long fingers slid through the tender entrance and took him all the way to his knuckles.

Cliff’s head fell back, the groan that started clutching at the back of his throat when Pyotr’s fingers caught his sensitive prostate. He was still explicitly sensitive from last night so it took near to nothing for Pyotr to have his ass cumming from just the caress of his fingers deep inside him. He leaned into him, hanging onto his neck, panting as he watched while Pyotr had him shooting out to splash the tiles with his spunk.

Cliff’s body shuttered and his head lopped over onto his lover’s shoulders. “I’m mush now.” He nearly pouted the confession for only him to hear.

Pyotr chuckled, “Good. Mush is the best compliment your body could give me.”

 And just then Cliff let go of his neck and dropped to his knees in front of him. His hands gliding down Pyotr’s sides then tightened around his hips fingers pushing into the flesh of his ass and crushed his body into his face. Cliff rolled his face around into Pyotr’s genitals. Inhaling the clean musky sent of his man. He made broad strokes of his tongue over the scrotum, dragging a wet caress all the way into the soft crease of his groin and chewed into the flesh, then returned to do it again and again.  Pyotr’s legs willingly accommodated him, parting enough to let him chew into tender soft skin then hitched forward burying Cliff’s face in his balls on each return.

Pyotr raked his fingers through the wet strands of hair, following as Cliff moved to suck him into his mouth. His fingers fisted clenching tight as his hips pushed down into his lover’s throat. Gasps broke from his lungs in short notes surrendering to the swallowing indulgence of his lover’s throat muscles and licked over like a greedy boy eating candy. While everyone else watched with envy.

It was toxic for him. All his life he had to hide who he was only to reach the point he didn’t have to hide anymore. He’d developed an unquenchable perversion for exhibitionism and voyeurism. It had been a heavy demand on his lovers, but here before him sucking him to a delivered euphoria was the handsome young man who sated that need. Making all the more perfect was he felt like
just
a man with Cliff, not the doctor and that he welcomed into his life with open arms.

Pyotr let his head fall back against the tiles, the shower washing over their bodies. His lover swallowing his lust so perfectly he could feel his release closing in.

“Yes-s-s
draga
—” Pyotr bowed his back away from the wall and in doing so pushed his shaft deeper into Cliff mouth. “Mmmm—that’s it.” He growled, “Love it when you swallow me up
draga
—”

Pyotr closed his eyes letting his lover’s tongue do him in. He didn’t need to watch the others, he could hear them. Their heavy breathing—their moans as they jacked themselves or each other off while the watched. He may not be mush, borrowing the words from his lover, but he was a happy fucking pig basking in his mud right now, And that was the best compliment his mind and body could ever give Cliff.

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CHAPTER SIX

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The week moved like a blur for Cliff as it took every spare moment they had to get everything packed and ready. But by the end of the following week, he and Kimmi were moving in with Pyotr. He was so nervous the whole time that there was a few times his stomach was doing so many flips he thought for sure he’d be the one getting sick. Kimmi however was forever elated and her health seemed to beam like spring time. She was just that happy.

Cliff walked the block to his new home after getting off the bus. He’d actually gotten off early to cut back on his hours, but the longer commute home still had him arriving at dusk. Their move into Pyotr’s home had gone smoother than planned. One of the nurses from the cancer center was going through a divorce and needed a place for her and her two daughters. So it was quickly settled on a rent and they were moving in this weekend. Kimmi took to her new environment faster than he was. He was still trying to get use to other people in the home even if it was just Pyotr and Pavle. And he also needed to learn to stop asking for even the simplest of needs like a glass of water. Pyotr of course was as patient as a saint. And not once made him feel guilty for being so foolish at times.
As he reached the house, he spotted someone in the courtyard messing around with an old beat up motorcycle and the man to his surprise looked vaguely familiar.

“Hah.” The man chuckled as Cliff stepped thru the gate, “I would never have believed it if I hadn’t seen it with my own two eyes.”

“Darko?” Cliff’s eyes widen as he looked at him. He knew Darko from Club Pain, but now it was just starting to sink in he knew him by another means as well. Darko was Sasha’s older brother—which made him Pyotr’s younger. And the resemblance was almost a spot on match.

Darko shook his head with an expression of humored disbelief, “The mighty Cliff Patterson sleeping in my brother’s bed.” He chuckled.

Cliff’s face dropped into a deep scowl. The longer commute, now nearly twice the time, had him tired and moody, he wasn’t prepared to be hounded by another one of Pyotr’s family members. He got enough of that from Sasha.

Darko ignore the scowl and tossed something at him. Cliff’s hand flashed up catching it just as it hit his chest. “Here you go Dominus.” Darko smirked at him.

Cliff’s eyes dropped to the item, finding a single key attached to a ring with a worn out key tag that read
Norton
. His gaze shot up to Darko then over to the old bike that coincidently also said
Norton
on the side.

“What is this?”

Darko let out a laugh and shrugged, “Most people call it a motorcycle.”

“He’s here!” Kimmi’s excited voice announced from the rail, up at the front door. Cliff looked just as Pyotr came out taking his sister by both shoulders and steered her down the stairs. By the time they hit the courtyard, Pyotr had her pulled back against his chest in a tight hug, as if she were the only thing grounding him from flying off with all the excitement that danced in those blue eyes of his. And together they playfully came up to greet him.

“So what do you think
draga
?” Pyotr’s eyes motioned to the bike.

Cliff blinked up with a blank expression, “Its mine?” his hand fisting over the keys just then.

“For a bit.” Darko butted in. “This here is the banger. You’ll ride her for awhile until you’ve learned how to handle a bike and get thru New York traffic without getting killed. She has double crash bars both in front and in back, so if you dump her no harm done.”

Cliff’s attention snapped back to his lover who was beaming proudly, “When you’re ready we’ll get you a nice bike that will be all yours.” Pyotr added.

Cliff was floored, but far from being speechless, “But why? I mean why you giving me a motorcycle?”

The amused flame that always seemed to be there sparked to a deep wickedness. “Your commute home has another hour added on—time better spent in my bed.”

Cliff could only grin at that, but it had Kimmi blushing under his Pyotr’s arms. Darko was only shaking his head in more disbelief, but then a car pulled up front and honked breaking the varied levels of embarrassment being passed around.

“Hemi?” Pyotr gave his brother a questioning glance as he recognized the car to belong to one of their teammates.

“Yeah, told him to swing by and get me, so you didn’t have to take me home.”

“You sleeping with him now?”

Darko’s face squinted up and again he shook his head, “Nah—not after spending the last month and a half playing service boy to Diesel for his fallen angel.” Darko’s lips nearly puckered as if savoring a fine wine just then, “After that man I’m ruined… and spoiled for awhile.” His eyes flickered to Cliff and gave him an amused smirkish smile, “See you around
Dominus
.” And he headed off for his ride.

Cliff’s snapped around to face Pyotr, anticipating a response to Darko’s comment and it was definitely coming. Pyotr’s arms immediately let go of his sister and edged her away, stepping for him. “Why did he call you that?” The tone showed he was not in the least bit entertained by it.

Cliff cringed and kept silent.

“You will answer me
draga
. Why did my brother just now call you the Dominus?”

“I—I—he was just being sarcastic. I swear it.”

Pyotr took his arm and for all the force he knew to live in that arm it was surprisingly gentle. “You cannot use that title. Not even in game,
draga
. A lot of work went into establishing the meaning behind it and someone going around in false parade could destroy everything we’ve worked for. Do you understand?”

Cliff started to nod, but then he didn’t understand. Why was it so important? It was just a club and some crazy convention with an auction for sex play. His head jerked back and forth.

Pyotr sucked in a deep breath and let it out like a heavy sigh. “BDSM is very serious—it’s a life style for many and it is sexy play, but it can be very dangerous as well. Establishing Trenton Leos as the Dominus over the lifestyle in the area has provided a safe harbor for those who live it and want to keep it healthy and safe for all those who want to be involved. But Trenton’s position must
never
be undermined to maintain it. There is a black market lurking in New York. Women and young boys disappear and die from it every day. He protects us from that. Now do you understand?”

Cliff just blinked up at him a moment.

“
Draga
?” Pyotr’s voice softened, then coaxing a painful understanding from him.

He nodded. “I wanted to be him. I wanted to be the one in charge that everyone looked up to.” Cliff’s face dropped to the ground and he shrugged, “I’m sorry. I was kinda a brat about it too.”

Pyotr caught his chin and pulled him up to look at him. Every bit of understand looked back at him and then kissed him, “I’m sure you were.” Pyotr smiled and kissed him again.

That evening Pyotr prepared a special dinner as his celebration, having his new family with him. Serbian dishes he considered family favorites, to which his brother Pavle agreed fully. Cliff and Kimmi both had extra helpings. But Kimmi’s stomach didn’t take to the hoarding and Cliff soon found himself watching over her in the bathroom as she wretched her stomach out. Pyotr to Cliff’s surprise right beside him the whole time preparing a warm tea with honey to help settle her stomach and even had Pavle check her stats regularly. One of the benefits of having an ER doctor in the house. But even with the shared concern, Cliff felt the fear lurch closer as he carried his burden. He’d heard the question more than once. Won’t it be a relief when you don’t have to worry about her all the time? He couldn’t picture his life without her so the question was more than just a offensive it frightened him. Because losing her was still a shadow that walked only a few paces behind him, never taking over, never disappearing.

Pyotr’s feelings were beyond ecstatic to finally have Cliff and Kimmi living with him. All his life he had wanted a family of his own. One that was not just his siblings. Watching his brothers grow up and have children—it was both a joy and a sorrow. Cliff for all his frumpy youth filled him in ways he had always hoped to find for himself, and Kimmi while not his own, he adored her as if she were. Now, watching over her as her mortality showed its horns in her life he also felt the pending grief that came with it.

The worry that marred his young lover’s face was equally painful to watch. There was so much more going on inside him and Pyotr realized that his lover had yet to spill as he had predicted when they first met. He had gotten so swept away with their growing relationship he had gotten distracted from the one thing Cliff needed most—and that was to come apart so he could be mended back together properly. A task now daunted with the realization they’d grown so close he wasn’t sure he could do the job alone or objectively now.

Kimmi was just finally drifting to sleep in her bed, Cliff curled up against her equally tired and drifting. He touched them both, brushing his fingers across their foreheads as if he could erase the worry lines they both wore. He glanced at his watch. It was late, but his thoughts could not wait. He slipped from the bedroom and went to his office downstairs. If there was one person he could go to and count on it was the Dominus Trenton Leos, and Trenton would take his call even at this hour.

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Pyotr held Cliff in his arms as if he had no intention of letting go anytime soon while he stole several kisses to hold him over while he was gone. Most of the rowing team was already loaded up in one of the Ford Excursions supplied by one of their sponsors Marcus Scriven who owned
Scriven’s Armored Transportation,
but that didn’t stop the guys from watching like wide eyed children behind the windows, as well as offer a few snickering comments their way.

Cliff scowled up at Pyotr who as usual was wearing his amused expression, “Can’t you make them stop?

Pyotr’s brows shot up and he nearly laughed aloud, “Who them?” his head nodded back and forth, “Never.” His arms tightened crushing Cliff against his chest and kissed his young lover one last time. Devouring his lips for a long moment before finally releasing him and loading up in one of the vehicles, each one towing the trailers loaded with their racing shells. While they didn’t need armored protection, they still couldn’t turn down the luxury the vehicle gave as well as capacity. Free of charge was good too. Not to mention all three trucks came with drivers allowing the team members to rest and relax during the long drive to Boston.