ServingSimon (3 page)

“I’d rather have a burger,” Max said, turning his mouth away from the oatmeal in case Simon decided to try spoon feeding him like a baby. If he did, that would be the end of this. Max could handle being tied up. In fact, when he wasn’t struggling it was kind of kinky. And his hard cock was evidence enough that he was turned on by Simon’s games. But he absolutely drew the line at being treated like a child.

Simon pulled the spoon back and shook his head. “You probably haven’t eaten all that much today. And while I’d like to get some food into you, I know what’s likely to happen if I make up one of those rich bison burgers for you. It’ll taste good going down but probably not so much coming back up. So, to settle your stomach and make sure that you have something in your system, you’ve got your choice of oatmeal or, well, more oatmeal. We’re out of grits.”

Max sighed and leaned his head back, staring at his dark ceiling above him. He knew Simon was right. Of course he did. He was a doctor. But knowing something and admitting it were two completely different things. Especially where Max was concerned.

“I love that you’re not shy around me,” Simon remarked. He dropped his hand and let it linger against Max’s side.

He tried to hold still, to not let Simon know just how much this simple touch affected him. But he quickly realized that any effort was wasted as a high-pitched giggle came out of his mouth. He quickly cleared his throat, hoping that the added noise would cancel out the first, but Simon was already staring down at him.

“Did you just…giggle?” he asked, sounding amazed.

Max glared at him. “No. I don’t giggle. Never have and certainly never will.”

Of course Simon the bastard just had to wiggle his fingers against Max’s side, tickling him again. Max squirmed, trying his best not to let out another sound, but the more he fought it the worse the tickling got until he was wiggling on the bed, trying to get away from Simon’s long fingers as he laughed.

Mercifully Simon pulled his hand back a moment later. “Alright, enough games for tonight, Max. You’ve got to eat. This oatmeal will get cold soon if you don’t.”

“Tell me about being a Dom first,” Max said.

Simon smiled and his dark eyes glittered in the moonlight. “I’ll tell you one thing for each bite you take. Deal?”

Chapter Three

Max nodded, eager to learn more about his roommate now that the man had seemed to want to open up to him. When Simon lifted the spoon to his mouth, Max obediently ate. He frowned though as the familiar taste coated his tongue. It was rich and creamy with just a bit of spice. The oatmeal was very nearly perfect. “How did you know how I like my oatmeal?” he asked, suddenly suspicious of him.

Simon rolled his eyes. “You think you’re the only one watching his roommate in this place? You’re precise with everything you do. Most people wouldn’t bother measuring the milk for their oatmeal, let alone the spices they use. After a while of wondering why you had so many measuring spoons I started to realize that you used them every morning you ate oatmeal. Having multiples meant you don’t have to wait to eat oatmeal while the set was being washed. Everything is neatly organized. It didn’t take me long to figure out why you have that little bundle of spices next to the oatmeal box on the counter.”

He put the bowl aside and leaned down, gently kissing Max’s full lips. He leaned forward, lifting his head up to meet Simon’s as much as he could before the other man pulled away. “You fascinate me,” Simon whispered, his mouth mere inches from Max’s. “Everything about you. From the lavender soap you use in the shower, to the way you make a mess of your clothes in the drawers. Outside of your home you’re organized beyond belief, but here, in your room you’re a mess. Does it hurt you to have to play so many different parts?”

Max closed his eyes, refusing to look at him. “You’re guessing,” he said, hoping his voice was strong enough to make the truth of what Simon was saying go away. “And you’re wrong. I enjoy being neat and organized.” A lie. He hated it. “And it doesn’t bother me it at all.”

After a moment of silence he opened his eyes, surprised to see Simon still looking down at him.

“You can lie to me all you want, Max. But try not to do it to yourself so much.” He sat back, picked up the bowl of oatmeal and brought another spoonful to Max’s lips.

Max ate quickly, wanting to know more.

“I don’t enjoy giving people pain,” Simon said, filling the spoon again. “I don’t own toys and I won’t be spanking you. What I do like is—”

“Control, I know, you told me,” Max quickly interrupted. “But what does that even mean?”

Knowing that Simon was going to give him another bite he opened his mouth, ready for more oatmeal. He ate it as Simon answered him.

“These past few months, I’ve seen you struggling. Last week when you came home hours after you should have, you were pale, and your hands were shaking. You didn’t tell me about it. You might not have even known that I was getting a glass of water from the kitchen as you stumbled into your bedroom. But you were a mess. When you didn’t look any better the next morning I decided that I had to intervene. You can call this night the start of your intervention. If you want it.”

Max snorted and shook his head. “Tying me up and making sure that I eat something isn’t really going to change anything, Simon. There will still be people on my operating table. Children…little girls that…”

“Is that what happened tonight?” Simon asked.

“Yes. She was…” he shook his head and pursed his lips. “I don’t want to go over it with you. You weren’t a part of her healthcare team. Telling you about her surgery would be wrong.”

Simon nodded, though Max had the suspicion that he didn’t believe his excuse for not telling him what had happened. He took the bite that Simon gave him. His spoon scraped the bottom of the bowl and Max knew there wasn’t much left. He wondered what would happen when there was no more oatmeal. Would Simon untie him and go to his own bedroom, leaving him alone for the night? Or would he pay attention to the fact that Max was naked under him?

“My thought, as I started planning this little ambush for tonight, was that you could see what it was like to give control to someone else. This is a small task of letting me feed you, but it’s a start,” Simon said quietly.

“So then why am I naked?” Max asked.

Smiling, Simon brought the spoon to Max’s lips. “Because I wanted you to be vulnerable. I had to see if you trusted me enough not to hurt you while you were helpless.” His smile spread into a grin. “And because I got tired of trying to catch glimpses of you when you got out of the shower. It took me nearly two months to figure out that you left the bathroom door open when you showered so that you didn’t have a buildup of steam to deal with when you were trying to get ready.”

Max should have felt something with the news that Simon had been spying on him. He did, a little, but it wasn’t as if he felt violated or upset by it. But more like it made his heart speed up and his breath catch to know that Simon had been watching him as much as Max had looked at him.

“I want more than oatmeal tonight,” Max quietly admitted. Simon nodded, though he didn’t say anything more as he brought the last of the oatmeal to his lips. Max ate quickly, his mind swirling with all the possibilities of what Simon might want to do to him now that he’d eaten.

“I’ll be right back,” Simon said, standing up.

Max frowned. “Where are you going?”

He shook the bowl, showing Max it was empty with the sound of the metal spoon clanging against the sides. “This has to go into the dishwasher.”

“No it doesn’t. Leave it on my dresser and then come do something to me,” Max demanded.

Laughing, Simon shook his head and walked away. A moment later he was back and sitting down on the bed next to Max’s side.

“You didn’t have to clean up.” Max knew he was being impatient but he was eager to find out just what Simon planned to do to him.

“Yes I did.” Simon shifted on the bed, moving between Max’s thighs. He put a hand on either side of his chest, balancing himself as he leaned down to kiss him.

Max eagerly sucked on his lips, opening his mouth up for Simon. He squirmed against him as Simon dipped his hips, running the rough fabric of his jeans against Max’s thighs. His hands shook in his binds as he tried to reach for him, wanting to touch him, to run his hands over Simon’s long arms and smooth back. But he was bound, and the restriction to his movements was starting to piss him off.

Simon slipped his tongue between his lips, demanding the entrance Max was more than willing to give him. He dipped his hips again and Max nearly shot off the bed as he felt the thick length of Simon’s cock press against his own through his jeans. He broke the kiss, turning his head to the side as he brought his hips up to meet Simon’s. Even if he couldn’t touch him with his hands he was damn well going to show him exactly what he wanted from Simon as he pressed himself against him.

“You’re wearing too much,” he groaned, wrapping his legs around Simon’s thighs.

Simon laughed. “No I’m not.”

Max frowned and looked up at him as Simon pulled back. He brought his hands to Max’s chest, stroking over his ribs and stomach. “But then how are we going to fuck?”

Simon smiled at him. “That’s for tomorrow night. Right now I just want you to enjoy yourself.”

“I don’t understand,” Max grumbled. He sighed loudly and rested his head back against the pillows below him.

“How are your hands?” Simon asked.

“Wanting to touch you.” Shaking his head, Simon dipped his mouth to nip at Max’s nipples, making him jump. “When did you first know that you wanted me?” Max asked him.

Simon lifted his head, and his brow furrowed as if he was thinking about his answer. “Sometime last year. No, I remember when it was. When you came back from that trip you took with your co-worker. The one you said you weren’t dating but made you cry a few weeks later when he-”

“I remember,” Max replied sourly. “I lied. We were dating. Sort of.”

“I got that part. It was a complicated mess. But he made you upset and I stood outside your door, listening to you on the phone with him, hearing you cry but knowing you wouldn’t have wanted my comfort right then.” Simon shook his head. “I want to go find him and punch his face in for hurting you.”

Max laughed. “I bet you could.” He took a breath. “And I wish that you’d have come in that night. I wouldn’t have turned you away.”

Simon kissed his collarbone, then his sternum and down his ribs. “I’ll have to remember that the next time some asshole makes you cry.”

“I don’t plan on there being a next time,” Max replied, rolling his eyes. Simon flicked his tongue out and Max laughed as it tickled his belly.

“What do you think of being tied up?” Simon asked him. He moved his mouth further down, leaving a wet trail over Max’s stomach and hips with his tongue.

“I wish I could touch you,” he answered honestly. “I’ve always wanted to run my hands through your hair, to touch your face.”

Simon nodded. “You will.”

“Really?” Max was ready to get his hands free. The position wasn’t uncomfortable or anything like that, but he wanted to touch Simon. An open invitation to do whatever he wanted to him would be a nice treat.

“Yep.” Simon winked. “Tomorrow.”

Max groaned and scowled down at him. His expression didn’t stay like that for long though as Simon opened his mouth and swallowed his cock deeply. Max gasped as he felt Simon’s nose press against his lower stomach. No one had taken all of him before. He stared down, not believing his own eyes as he watched the thin line of Simon’s lips lift a few inches before coming back down again.

He worked Max with his tongue, the wet warmth sliding over the hard ridges of Max’s cock. Frustrated, Max shook his hands in the ties, desperately wanting to touch Simon.

“Easy, Max,” Simon said, lifting his head. “Relax and enjoy this. You can touch me after. I promise I won’t go anywhere. Just try to trust me now.”

Max pouted. “I want to touch you though.”

Simon nodded. “And you will. But right now I need you to relax and just simply let yourself feel. Can you do that for me?”

Slowly he nodded. He could. He didn’t understand Simon’s game, and he could trust him long enough to believe that if he didn’t struggle then Simon would let him go after they were done. He’d let him go anyway, though. Max didn’t believe for a moment that Simon would leave him tied up. But if he relaxed, then maybe Simon would keep going.

After a moment Max got his wish and Simon lowered his mouth back onto to his cock. Max relaxed against the pillow and focused on the sensations Simon was causing in his body. He could do this. He didn’t have to control everything. At least in here. He smiled, thinking that maybe Simon could be right about a few things at least. He’d give the idea a chance to start off with. No reason to jump in right away. It was just a game after all.

His hips lifted off the bed when he suddenly felt Simon’s hands cupping his balls. He looked down to see Simon swirling his tongue around the head of his cock, a big grin on his face.

“I like your mouth on me,” Max admitted.

Simon laughed. “I thought you might.”

Max rolled his eyes. “Ego much?” Simon shrugged and took Max’s cock back into his mouth. Gasping, he watched Simon rise up on his elbows and quickly move his mouth around Max’s head. He laid back, moaning loudly as Simon worked his mouth over his thick shaft. He added his hands too, stroking him as his tongue swirled over the slit in Max’s cock.

He sat back and lifted Max’s legs over his thighs. “What’re you doing now?” Max asked a moment before the answer became clear to him as Simon licked his finger and brought the digit to Max’s puckered entrance.

He held his breath, anticipating the sudden pain of being stretched but relaxed after a moment when it didn’t come. Instead, there was only the slow slide of Simon’s finger as he moved inside of Max’s ass. Simon took him deeply, his nose touching the soft curls at the base of Max’s cock.

With a jolt Max felt Simon touch something inside of him. Of course he knew what it was, the soft spot that made him groan and bite his lip as his head fell back. But outside of sex he’d never felt anyone else touch it. And now Simon was curling the tip of his finger around it and Max could barely think past the humming waves of pleasure going through his heated body.