Fall boys a m m romance.., p.1
Fall Boys: A M/M Romance Novella, page 1
Fall Boys
Hadley Field
Copyright © 2023 by Hadley Field
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Contents
Content Warning
Chapter 1
Seth
Chapter 2
Christian
Chapter 3
Seth
Chapter 4
Christian
Chapter 5
Seth
Chapter 6
Christian
Chapter 7
Seth
Chapter 8
Christian
Chapter 9
Seth
Chapter 10
Christian
Chapter 11
Christian
Chapter 12
Seth
Chapter 13
Christian
Chapter 14
Seth
Chapter 15
Christian
Chapter 16
Seth
Chapter 17
Christian
Chapter 18
Seth
Chapter 19
Christian
Thank you for reading!
About the Author
Also by Hadley Field
Content Warning
This book contains explicit sexual content, dubiously negotiated BDSM, mature themes, and worse of all, politics.
Chapter 1
Seth
Seth walked into the club, nerves jittering. The owner, a scowling, tattooed man who seemed to be more engrossed with his phone than in having a conversation, had assured him the club was more than discreet, just like Seth’s best friend, Nathan, had. And the piles of NDAs and club policies and required STD results certainly seemed promising.
Still.
He didn’t want to be seen here. Paparazzi had a way of weaseling into the most private places, the most exclusive clubs. Now that his fucking father was running in the Republican congressional primary, he’d already caught them lurking about his job at the fire station.
They hadn’t found his apartment yet, since it was listed under Nathan’s name, but that was only a matter of time, wasn’t it?
“You can’t live your life like a hermit,” Nathan had said when he caught Seth trying to peek through their living room blinds at the street below before driving to work. “And no offense, but if you don’t get laid soon I think that vein on your forehead is going to pop.”
Seth had to admit that he’d been…tense…lately. His brief fling with Nathan had long ago faded into an easy friendship, and although he’d had a few hookups, he couldn’t stop worrying about being recorded.
Seth couldn’t get over the paranoia that there was a camera somewhere, even if he brought someone to his house. His room.
It had happened before. Now he was an even bigger target.
Besides, he needed something a little…more. Sex was great, but Seth had always wanted an edge of control. Needed it. Hell, needed it now more than he ever had. Casual sex just didn’t scratch the same itch as having someone submit to him completely. Training one person to fuck just they way he liked it.
How long had it been since he’d run a scene?
Not since his sex video had been plastered on the Nightly News and his father had publicly disowned him.
Now is not the time for reliving that beautiful moment in time. Focus.
A discreet security guard with a chillingly competent stare checked over his paperwork and ID, and then directed him towards a private elevator before speaking into a walkie talkie. If he didn’t know any better, Seth would think it was just some sort of dimly lit, incense-laden hotel. He could hear vague sounds of a party roaring in the distance. The public rooms, he guessed.
Just the sound of them made anxiety prickle along his skin. He’d been offered entry along with his room rental, but he’d immediately declined.
Much better to pretend he was just meeting someone compatible in a private hotel room. A normal, run of the mill hotel.
But he did know better.
His heart thudded with anticipation as the elevator crawled up, up, up, not stopping until it reached the penthouse suite. He’d have to take extra shifts in order to afford this on a weekly basis, but fuck it. What else was he doing with his money, anyway?
It was worth it to feel safe. Still, despite Nathan and the owner’s assurances, he was glad to be the first one in the room. He searched all the usual places, thankfully finding no recording devices. The owner, a man well known for his streaming porn videos, had been surprisingly sympathetic when he’d told him he didn’t like being filmed, that he couldn’t risk the footage getting out.
But would you know for sure? It’s not like you work for the CIA. What if there are, and you just can’t find—
Ding.
The elevator opened.
A man stepped out, hands in the pockets of his expensive jeans. He looked like a model, and Seth became a bit self-conscious of his own, softer stomach and less chiseled jaw. The hair trim he’d given himself in the mirror the night before.
The man smiled, a bright flash of white in the candlelit room. “They really went all out for the mood here, didn’t they?”
He nodded at the collection of sex toys along the side of the bed. Dildos of all sizes lined a pillow-laden tray. Handcuffs. Rope. Nipple clamps, a flogger, a vibrator. The usual suspects, all apparently reserved for their use together, still in fresh packaging.
If they met again.
If this went well.
If this wasn’t plastered all over the tabloids in the morning, with bright-voiced gossip mongers chortling—
Enough.
“My name is—”
“I don’t want to know your name,” Seth interrupted in a cool voice. It felt good, using that tone again. Watching the other man blink, off-balance.
He didn’t look like the sort of man people said the word ‘no’ to often. He looked like a bit of a brat, even, with his slightly upturned nose and imperious brown eyes. With his designer clothes and confident strut.
They’d filled out the paperwork, they’d read each other’s likes and dislikes, and he knew the other man’s safeword.
Now all Seth wanted to know was what this man looked like when he was begging.
“Take off your shirt, neatly, and leave it folded on the chair.” In two neat strides, Seth reached the collection of toys, and trailed his fingers thoughtfully across them. “I’ll let you know when you can speak.”
The man’s mouth opened and shut, opened and shut, not unlike a landed trout.
Power surged through Seth, and he readjusted himself in his pants. He let the man watch, let his hands linger across the outline of his hardening cock.
“I’ll fill your mouth with it soon,” he promised. “Take your shirt off before I have to ask you again.”
He’d read up on Christian, no last name provided. He’d read up on him so often that he could probably quote the man’s file word for word.
Likes: tease and denial, nipple torture, orgasm denial, paddling, rimming, prostate milking
Hates: honestly, never done this before. Looking to learn with the right dom :D.
‘Never done this before’ kept playing on a loop as Seth watched Christian struggle to decide whether or not he should take Seth seriously.
Setting the tone in the beginning of the scene was the dom’s responsibility, and Seth knew he could lose Christian here if he wasn’t careful.
Seth didn’t want to lose him. He flicked his gaze up and down Christian’s body as if he could care less how built the other man was, how mouthwateringly his jeans cupped his ass. Christian fumbled with his shirt, undoing button by button so fast his fingers snagged on a thread.
“Slower,” Seth demanded.
Christian flicked his copper brown eyes up to meet Seth’s.
He said, “Make me.”
Chapter 2
Christian
“Yeah?” Seth’s eyes flashed. “You want me to make you?”
Christian did.
Christian didn’t.
Honestly, Christian didn’t know what the hell he was doing. Just two hours before, he’d been cleaning up his shelter’s pre-kindergarten classroom while one of the kids helped him by smearing a marker on the tile beside him. Then Hannah’s mother had shown up, distraught, because the traffic from her interview had slowed her down, and he’d had to talk her down from a complete meltdown because she was terrified he’d have her daughter taken away by CPS.
And then there were the twins who’d shown up, thin and sullen, who had been taken away by CPS and dropped at the shelter without so much as one bit of paperwork because their caseworker had been so overloaded. He’d had to call and call and finally, when he reached someone, he’d been told to drive across town just to reach their office as it closed.
And now there was this guy telling him what to do. Sure, he’d signed up to try it out. Why the hell not—he’d tried everything else. But instead of finding a welcoming bed partner, he had some douchecanoe who couldn’t even act like he wanted to know Christian before demanding he take off his shirt.
He’s supposed to be in charg
Part of Christian urged him to walk out the door and just pretend he’d never signed up for this.
To be fair, Sean had sounded skeptical when Christian had broached the subject.
“You wanna be a sub?” His thick eyebrows had arched up before he snorted. “That one time I tied you up, you whined because your nose itched.”
“Yeah, but I knew you’d stop.”
Sean shot him a look that said exactly.
“When that barista over at Colva’s looked at you wrong, you went on about it for a week.”
“Okay, but that has nothing to do with subbing, though.”
“How are you going to pay to have some guy talk shit to you when you can’t stop obsessing over some chick’s tone after you asked her for oat milk?”
“I just wanted to know what I’d done to offend her!”
Sean barked a laugh. “You told me I couldn’t go there anymore.”
“And you still did.” Christian had crossed his arms. He’d long moved past Sean’s casual betrayal. “If you told me not to get coffee somewhere, I’d listen to you. I’d show solidarity.”
“It’s right across the street from Adam’s work. You really expect me to walk a half mile, uncaffeinated, just because you’re having some kind of fit? ”
“Whatever.” Christian had scowled. “I could be a sub. I can sub.”
“Well you sure as fuck can’t be a dom,” Sean muttered underneath his breath. “Look, Liz booked some new guy, skittish as fuck. I’ll let you try things with him.”
“Skittish. You’re really selling it.”
Sean had bought his own sex club after Adam had expressed concerns about the privacy of one of the local ones. He’d intended for his friend Liz to run it, but somehow he’d been drawn into the day to day (or rather, night to night) operations of the place whenever he wasn’t fucking around on his farm. He even had an art studio in one of the lofts inside.
Sometimes having a good friend who owned a sex club was a boon—Christian always had an open invitation—but sometimes he wished he could deal with things like this more anonymously.
Christian hadn’t wanted a dom that was ‘skittish as fuck’, but that had been all Sean had to say on the matter. And maybe it was for the best. Christian had seen some of the doms work in the public rooms, and he wasn’t really up for having his balls ground beneath someone’s high-heeled boot.
He just wanted not to think.
Not to make any decisions. He was so sick of choosing, and choosing wrong. Sometimes he’d stand in line at the bakery so long, waffling between croissants or fruit tarts or maybe a bagel because he was probably prone to diabetes since his Aunt Alejandra had diabetes but the cream cheese wasn’t exactly great for his waistline or his cholesterol levels, which he should really start tracking better—
A surprisingly rough hand gripped Christian’s jaw between thumb and forefinger, and Christian’s heart galloped in his chest.
“Look at you,” the man—Seth, he reminded himself, the paperwork said Seth—crooned. It was hard to put a name to the voice, to ground himself in reality. The tone of his voice was doing something to Christian. This guy didn’t sound skittish at all. He sounded bored, almost cruel.
Fuck, but Christian liked it.
“You don’t know what you want, do you?” He didn’t give Christian any time to answer before ordering, “Knees.”
He was stronger than he looked. He pushed Christian down to his knees when he didn’t fall to them immediately, pushed hard enough that his knees clicked as they hit the tile. Christian gasped, more in shock than any pain, and the man’s thumb pried his jaw open.
Oh, fuck.
Christian struggled, more out of habit than desire, trying to close his mouth, but then the man—Seth—picked up a purple dildo from the tray and eased it between his lips.
Spit dribbled down Christian’s chin, and Seth’s hand curled into his hair. Christian had to focus on breathing through his nose—his breath heaved so quickly he was almost dizzy.
“Too much for you?” Seth murmured. “You want to stop? You know how to stop. You just have to tap my hand three times. But look at you. Sucking on a fake cock, hard as fuck. Like you were born for it. Stop pretending you know what you want. Just let me give it to you. That’s it.”
It shouldn’t have been hot. He should’ve been furious. If anyone else had tried this with him, he’d be out the door already. He’d expected some light spanking and maybe some wax play, not whatever this mindfuck was.
And it was a mindfuck. The longer he sucked on the dildo, the more distant his mind felt, the more present his body became. He could feel every rubber ridge of the dildo against his tongue, the heat of Seth’s fingers in his hair. His thoughts, which generally cartwheeled violently in his brain every minute of the day, faded into pleasant, cotton-candy-sweet static.
When Seth tugged, Christian moaned.
“There we go,” Seth encouraged him. “Suck it harder, and I’ll give you a reward.”
Christian was conflicted. He didn’t want to give in—he didn’t want to be easy. He wanted Seth to have to work for it, to earn his right to tell him what to do.
But there was something about his voice, something about the absence of doubt as he spoke. He acted like he knew Christian would do what he said. Like even if Christian disobeyed, it was all part of his plan.
Like Christian couldn’t fuck up if he tried.
Christian sucked harder.
His dick twitched as he did it, could feel the inside of his boxers growing damp with his pre-cum. His hips shifted restlessly, and Seth’s sharp eyes caught it. It was like he could see everything. Like there was nowhere for Christian to hide.
Seth tugged the dildo out of his mouth without warning, and Christian was left gasping. Empty. Disoriented, he swiped at his chin with his arm to wipe away the drool, but Seth grabbed his arm and firmly tugged it down.
“I want you to stay messy for me.”
Fuck.
Fuck.
Christian was so hard he hurt. His knees ached, and his feet were in danger of going numb, but Seth’s voice went straight to his dick. Christian looked up at Seth and opened his mouth.
A jolt in Seth’s expression had him opening his mouth wider..
He realized that Seth wanted Christian just as much as Christian wanted him. He could tell by the blown pupils, by the strain of his dick in his pants.
Christian realized he had power here, too. It was a sly, silky realization that made his blood sing.
“Take off your pants,” Seth purred, “and I’ll give you something better to suck.”
Christian hesitated a moment before unbuckling his belt. He moved slowly. His entire body buzzed with the rush of being watched and appreciated.
Seth took an involuntary step forward.
With a metal snick, his belt fell free and he slowly unzipped his fly with one hand and ran his hands down his chest while Seth watched, enrapt. Another step forward, and another.
Christian opened his mouth to say something, maybe to brag about how worked up he’d made Seth, but those strong hands once again grabbed hold of his jaw, and the sound of a zipper unfurling echoed loudly in the small room.
He had time for one shaky inhale before he was swallowing Seth’s cock.
It was slightly shorter than the dildo but wider, and he had to work to breathe around it. It took him a few seconds to work out what to do with his tongue, to let spit lubricate his mouth more, so it didn’t feel like he was choking. It had been a while since he’d hooked up with anyone, and Seth wouldn’t let him use his hands, kept swatting them away whenever they trailed too close to his dick.
Seth held one hand in Christian’s dark, curly hair, and the other on Christian’s jaw, running his thumb gently across the stubble. Seth gave him time to adjust before tilting Christian’s head up so he could look him in the eyes.
