Discipline (9 page)

well, James should go home or they'll cause trauma to those horses.' Mary blushed red, and it was up to me to tell those boys to scat. Poor woman never did tell Tobias she knew."

Surely Tobias wouldn't approve of Mrs. M telling him stories about his teenage exploits, but then, even if he were here Tobias wouldn't have been able to stop her. Noah decided to encourage this line of conversation; it was fun. "He was a troublemaker? I should have guessed as much. He had to be a handful at seventeen, I can't even imagine. If he was half as stubborn then as he is now..."

"Oh, stubborn, yes," she agreed, taking another cookie. "But not a troublemaker. More... he had passion, and it could get away from him by times. He was always taking risks, pushing the line. He was never rude or mean -- he's a little too stiff for that. But he'd do things in inappropriate places, just to see what would happen. Like kissing James in the barn when he knew Robert would see. That was for James, and likely to get Robert's reaction as well."

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Interesting. He could hardly believe who he was having this conversation with. "He says his parents didn't know," Noah said with a wink. "So I guess his mom knew, and Robert, of course... do you think his father had any idea?"

"Oh, yes, his mother knew," Mrs. Miller scoffed. "She just didn't know what to say, and he never said anything to her about it." She sipped her tea and grinned. "He's never said anything to me about it, for that matter, but I think it's fairly clear by now. Robert, he didn't get comfortable with the idea until after Phantom turned up. And Tobias' father... well, he might not have known at all."

"I hate to break it to you," Noah said and grinned at her, then dropped his voice to a stage whisper, "but Tobias and I are lovers." He laughed and picked up another cookie. "As if anyone could get anything past you."

She grinned at him. "You don't sleep in the guest room? I'm utterly horrified. Really, I am. I thought it was some kind of police program; send an officer to the country to exercise horses, cook, and clean for a cranky veterinarian."

He nearly choked as he swallowed his cookie. "I'm very good with the horses, I'll have you know." He gave her hand a pat. "Well, I'm glad his mother knew. I wonder if he'd like to know that." Noah shrugged.

"I have no idea," she said. "I've never really pushed the issue. How about your parents? Do they know about Tobias?"

"Well, not really." Noah sighed. "I mean, I told my mother, but she has her own special brand of denial.

My sister Emily knows all about him, though. She's really happy for me."

Mrs. Miller returned the hand pat. "It can be hard for a family, I'm sure. Just live for you, darling. Life is too short to spend it pleasing too many people."

"Tobias is lucky to have you around, you know." Noah didn't see any reason to hide the rush of sentimentality he was feeling. "You're very sweet, Mrs. M. Thankyou for being so kind to me, it's... it's made me feel very at home here."

She looked surprised for a moment and then smiled broadly. "Thankyou, Noah. I'm glad you're happy

-- he certainly is, and I can't tell you how nice that is to see. You're a good boy, I know. And you'd best get that dinner on now, Tobias will be tired when he gets in." She winked at him again and stood up. "I'll tell him I had the floors done yesterday, so you can have some free time this weekend."

"Thankyou, ma'am," Noah said with a wink, realizing that she clearly knew more about the nature of his relationship with Tobias than she let on. He couldn't stop himself from blushing so he stood and took his cup to the sink to cover it. He took a deep skillet from the cabinet and then made his way to the fridge and pulled out the salmon.

"You have a good weekend," she said, still smiling. "Try not to get in trouble." And then she was gone, leaving him there to cook for Tobias. He heard her going upstairs, and he heard her laughing to herself as she gathered her things. Noah decided, grinning despite his embarrassment, that, for now, their conversation would just stay their little secret.

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They were in the safe room. Saturday stretched out before them, the chores all done and both of them freshly showered. Tobias lay back on the bed, Noah naked between his legs with his head pillowed on Tobias' thigh.

"I'm serious," Tobias said, one hand ruffling Noah's hair. "Anything you want. Your call, pet. Tell me."

Noah thought about it for a bit. "Hmm... something raunchy." His voice sunk low in his chest.

"Dirty-feeling. Useable, you know?" He drew a line down Tobias' leg with his finger. "Rent boy?"

Tobias swallowed. "How much? High or low?"

"One of those high priced, no limits boys," Noah said with a growl. "Boy to order."

"Anything I want?" He felt his cock twitch and start to fill.

"I said 'to order,' didn't I?" Noah's tone was playful. "Anything."

"Rough?" Okay, that was more than a twitch; his prick was filling rather quickly.

"Oh, yeah. This boy would love that. Rough, cocky, full-on struggle if you want one."

Tobias rolled over. "Right then. What do I wear?" He got off the bed and crossed to the cabinets.

"Suggestions?"

"Well, you've got money..." Noah said with grin, rolling onto his stomach. "Rich, eccentric... Why does this sound so familiar?" he teased.

"Maybe for the same reason that 'rough, cocky, and high priced' does," Tobias said with a grin. "Okay, trousers and a linen shirt, then. I don't want to know what you're wearing. Um. I'm thinking the office, ordering in a nice little snack while I'm working late? Anything I should get from the stables?"

"Cuffs? Or will you be using your own brute force?" Noah grinned.

Tobias growled. "I think I can manage." He would, however, remove a few objects from the room so they wouldn't get broken. And possibly add a few in -- things he'd been unable to actually throw away but could stand to never see again. Like that horrid vase in the living room.

"The lube is in the little cabinet thing under the wall safe." Noah added, sliding off the bed. He was fairly hard himself.

"It is?" Tobias stared. He knew about the one in his desk, but he'd put that there himself.

"It is," Noah grinned. "We're well stocked in every room of the house."

"Poor Mrs. Miller," Tobias said mournfully. "Actually, that explains the looks the twins give me. They do the dusting."

Noah laughed. "What a way to get an education."

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Tobias snorted as he finished dressing. "They know quite a lot, I think. All right, then; give me about twenty minutes before you come down, whore." He winked and backed out of the room, watching Noah's cock bob.

He ran down the stairs to his office and surveyed the area from the door for a moment before getting to work. The desk was fine as it was, and he made sure that the lube in the drawer was accessible; the last thing he wanted was to go fishing for it and come up with the stapler. He also retrieved the lube that Noah had stashed and slipped that tube in his pocket.

The large, overstuffed chair was also fine, but the side table was well over a hundred years old, so that got shifted to the living room and replaced with a replica he hadn't really cared for even when he bought it. A few of the finer objects were moved, as well, and, finally, with a glance at his watch, Tobias closed himself in his office and leaned on the desk to wait.

Noah gave him every second of the twenty minutes he'd asked for. He heard stirrings upstairs, finally, the sound of boots on the stairs, and moments later a knock on his closed office door.

"Dr. Vincent?" Noah's voice came through the door, and then another knock.

Tobias walked to the door, a detached look on his face, and pulled it open, ready to outclass any whore, no matter how much he was paying him. The detachment lasted all of the nanosecond it took to actually look at him. Noah wore button-fly jeans, low slung and riding on his hips, and the boots on his feet added at least an inch to his height. The black leather T-shirt was butter-soft, and the V-neck put Noah's silver collar nicely on display.

"Oh, my," Tobias said with appreciation, stepping back to let Noah in. "Truth in advertising at long last."

Noah rolled his eyes as he stepped into the room. He surveyed the room critically and then turned and let his eyes wander over Tobias with the same interest. "Nice digs," he said, pushing a knickknack out of the way and seating himself on Tobias' desk. "You're taller than I thought you'd be." He crossed his legs and braced a hand behind him on the desk, leaning his weight on it.

"Does it matter?" Tobias asked, stepping close. He leaned in as if to kiss him, but instead swept the arm holding Noah up out from under him. As Noah's back hit the desk, Tobias glared at him. "Chairs are for sitting on. Not desks," he said icily.

"Doesn't matter to me how tall you are, it was just an observation." Noah answered with a snort.

"You're paying -- you could be three feet tall and ugly as sin and I'd still be here. This is a very comfortable desk." Noah sat back up, catching Tobias in the groin with his knee just hard enough to get his attention as he did so. "Oops. Sorry about that."

A tight leather shirt wasn't the easiest thing to grab hold of, but Tobias found that if he really dug his fingers in as he lifted Noah off the desk he could manage it. He slammed Noah up against the nearest wall and held him there. "Are you?" he asked.

Noah blinked, quickly recovering the wind that was knocked from him. "Not really," Noah told him in a teasing tone and leaned forward to plant a heavy kiss on Tobias' lips.

Tobias shoved his tongue into Noah's mouth, taking control of the kiss and forcing Noah's mouth to open wider. He kissed Noah hard, pushing against his body with arms and chest, keeping Noah against
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the wall. "Whore," he growled, leaning back and licking his own lips.

Noah snorted. "Actually, I prefer 'Noah,'" he answered breathlessly. "But, like I said, you're paying." He struggled against Tobias' weight, giving him a taste of his own strength, something Tobias hadn't ever fully experienced. Noah's arms flexed hard and his chest expanded, but he had poor leverage and wasn't able to push Tobias away.

"You like it like this, doctor? A struggle? You like a boy that's strong enough to fight you off?" He grinned. "Fucking pervert."

"That's fucking deviant to you," Tobias corrected. "We're nowhere near the perverted part yet." He slid one hand up to Noah's hair and grasped as much as he could, pulling Noah's head back. "But we're getting closer." He licked Noah's neck, a deep sound rumbling in his chest. His cock throbbed, and he twisted so he could rub along Noah's hip.

With one hand now free, Noah braced it on Tobias' chest and gave him a sharp shove. "Or further," he suggested. Noah's hair was so short that Tobias couldn't keep hold of it and the "whore" skirted around him to the center of the room.

"Depends on your definition, I suppose," Tobias said with a grin. He stalked Noah for a step or two and then stopped as he undid his shirt cuffs and began to roll up his sleeves. "Your mouth was made to suck cock, whore. Not to talk."

"It's Noah. I think I told you already. And you're going to have to do a lot of convincing to get me to touch that thing," he teased, a bit coyly to add insult. "It's huge."

Tobias saw Noah discreetly glance around him, getting the lay of the place for his next move.

"I said 'whore.'" Tobias grinned and took a step forward. "I suggest you head to your right. I'll be pissed if you knock over the chair to the left."

"It is a nice chair, isn’t it? Antique. Kind of like you." Noah darted to his right, pushed the desk chair between them and sat his ass on the desk again.

"Experienced," Tobias countered, his voice like silk. He tugged the chair toward him and to the side, grinning as Noah instinctively moved to the other side. He remained where he was, holding the chair as Noah realized he'd been bluffed and quickly recovered. "Not prone to falling for... tricks," Tobias said carefully. He shoved the chair behind himself and reached out, snaring Noah's pant cuff as he tried to go over the desk. "And? Faster than you, whore." He pulled hard, dragging Noah back across the desktop and using his waistband for leverage. "Now, I believe I said that the chairs were for sitting?"

"Did you? I must not have been listening." Noah plucked at the fingers that held his waistband, trying to get them loose. He gave up on that and reached out a hand, pushing Tobias lightly against the bank of windows behind his desk, and peered up at him with a raised eyebrow. "Come on, old man, surely you can do better than this."

Tobias didn't even change expression as he tore Noah's pants open and grabbed his cock.

"Fuck!" Noah hissed, leaning forward to keep his balance. Tobias grinned as his boy went rigid under his fingers. "Not bad, old man," Noah said, a delightful strain in his voice that wasn't there a moment ago.

"You think you can remember what to do with it?" Noah tugged Tobias' shirt out of his trousers and slid
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warm fingers underneath it, pinching a nipple when his fingers got that far. "I'll be happy to remind you."

Tobias had to grit his teeth to keep from reacting to the fingers. "Now you're giving it away? You're a slut as well as a whore, boy," he said, pulling on Noah's dick.

"That's fairly apt," Noah said as he unbuttoned Tobias' shirt slowly. "I've some experience of my own."

He teased the nipple with his fingers again, grinned up at Tobias, then leaned forward and bit it.

Tobias gasped, hating to do it but having to. He made another effort to pull Noah's hair, cursing as his fingers slipped. With a moan he held Noah's head to his chest and slid his thumb over the head of Noah's cock. Maybe they could just get off fast and then play.