Generations: John and Nick - part three
Over the months John found Laka spent more time in his bed than he did in his own. His desire and affections grew towards his slave as he taught him the pleasres of a more physical relationship. John knew it was dangerous to develop such feelings for a slave, but he felt the inklings of deeper feelings, feelings he at first didn't want to admit to. He was confused, was it right to love a slave? A physcial relationship with them was one thing, a lot of Owners took a slave to their beds if they had no other companion. It wasn't uncommon. But he doubted many fell in love with their slaves.
John found it harder to fight the thoughts that he loved Laka, there was a spark there he found hard to extinguish. He wasn't sure Laka was even capable of reciprocating the feelings. But the longer he tried to deny them, the harder it became until he gave in to them. Alone, within the walls of his apartment, he treated Laka as he would any partner in terms of affection. The lines of Master and slave remained but he caressed him often, they lay out on the couch together watching old movies. Laka had grown comfortable and easy around him, unflinching of his touch, leaning into him when he pressed close.
Physically, John had been careful to take things slow in his seduction but he'd been carefully teaching Laka all kinds of ways to pleasure and be pleasured. He'd been patient but there came a time he couldn't resist any longer the urge to fuck his slave. He'd made sure to get Laka as relaxed as possible, massaging his entire body before giving him a slow, drawn out blow job which generally left him boneless. Urging him onto his stomach, he'd carefully prepared him with slick fingers, ensuring to whisper endearments to him as he grew harder with anticipation.
It was never going to be completely comfortable the first time for Laka, he knew that. He'd guided him as best he could, persuading him to relax, that he'd adjust to the feel. The sight of his slave lain out under him, fingers twisting into the sheets and the noises mewling from his throat at this new sensation only made John more determined. He went slow enjoying the tight grip of Laka's ass around his thick shaft. Finding a rhythm he'd slowly worked up the pace, Laka's moans and groans seeping into him and spurring him on.
His orgasm had pummeled him, hips snapping with jerking, heavy thrusts as his balls emptied into his slave, Laka's name on his lips. With a satisfied sigh he'd sank to the sheets, curled around his slaves body and enjoying the post bliss of his orgasm.
As time passed and Laka grew used to being fucked, John helped him become more adventurous. Laka had no experience and John encrouaged him to touch and explore himself. Seeing Laka jerk himself off for the first time in his life had given John a memory he'd never forget. The sight had been beautiful.
Over time, John simply gave up on worrying what people would think and began enjoying being in love.
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John didn't mind office parties. The company had recently been given the support of an important, well known power player company which certainly had opened up more oppurtunities in how they could help people. It was because of this newfound alliance that a celebration had been arranged and everyone was expected to turn up and show their appreciation of it. John had been nursing a scotch on the rocks at the bar, watching the milling crowd as people got to know each other, without getting involved himself. He preferred to watch people and sit on the sidelines that be dragged into mundane conversations with mundane people. Or equally end up poked and prodded and slavered over by someone like Shelly Thompson who couldn't control themselves after a glass or two of wine.
He didn't mind the attention at times, but it always got tiresome when your ass was pinched one too many times by a woman who couldn't cotton onto the fact that you just weren't interested in what she was offering. And she could never recall her exact behaviour the next day, which John put down to either the drink, a really bad memory or she was simply very clever at hiding her embarassment at the idea. Thankfully she was busy giving his colleague and best friend, Richard, the Shelly attention and John knew Rich was most probably very interested in what she was offering. He raised his scotch a little in a small gesture of good luck when his friend caught him looking and shot him a grin of enjoyment. John chuckled to himself and gave a shake of his head, smoothing a hand through his blonde hair and roving his eyes over the crowd as he set his glass down.
"Buy you another?" A voice said beside him.
He had to turn in his seat, coming face to face with a man, not much older than himself. Dark hair, green eyes, tall, lean and very good looking. He was leaning against the bar on an elbow, giving him a questioning glance, smile on his lips, looking assured of himself at the potential of buying John a drink.
"Sure," John shrugged.
Glancing at the server, the man waved a hand at John's empty glass, "Another of whatever he's having," the man said, "And a gin and tonic."
He turned back to John and gave him a dazzling smile, thrusting out a hand to him.
"Nicholas Williams," he said eagerly.
John slid his hand into his and shook it, Nicholas's hand was warm against his, fingers wrapping round his to squeeze firmly.
"John Deacon," he replied, giving a small smile himself.
He released his grip but it took Nicholas a few seconds longer to let go.
"Pleased to meet you," Nicholas said, slipping onto the seat by him. "Do you work for 'Childhelp'?"
"Yeah, I'm one of the social workers for the thirteen to sixteen age group," John nodded. "Are you with Sanders Corp?"
"Yeah, I head up the overseas division. Guess we're both here because our bosses insisted the companies rub shoulders and make nice with each other," Nicholas smiled and picked up his glass, making a mock toast. "To rubbing shoulders with people we'll probably never meet again until the next gathering we're forced to attend."
John chuckled and lifted his own glass, "That's a hell of a mouthful to repeat. Why not to new aquaintances?"
Nicholas gave the comment a moment of thought before clinking his glass to John's with a warm smile. "New friends."
John knocked back a mouthful of his scotch, enjoyed the burn as he swallowed it down and gave Nicholas a closer look. It had been a long time since he was even remotely interested in anyone and it wasn't like he was looking. But Nicholas was attractive and John found himself very interested in what kind of friendship he was offering.
They fell into conversation about their companies, how they felt about the new venture as they merged, the kind of direction it would take John's company in now they had financial backing to expand. John had a dry sense of humour and found Nicholas responded to this and when he laughed John wanted to make him laugh more. His laugh was warm and infectious, genuine in it's giving. As they spoke John was certainly getting the vibe that Nicholas was flirting, whenever he got the oppurtunity he would lie a hand on John's arm, fingers resting there longer than what would be accepted as friendly. When he leaned forward to whisper a teasing remark about one of the company managers, he lay his fingers on John's thigh and didn't pull his hand away when he sat back a little straighter.
John drank down the last of his drink feeling a buzz of anticipation thrill through him. Nicholas downed his own drink and gave John's thigh an inviting squeeze. John couldn't remember the last time anyone had so openly flirted with him, or made their intentions so clear so early on. But even in their short conversation he found Nicholas was the kind of man who didn't skirt around a subject when it could be tackled head on. John had always been careful not to fall into bed with people, even through college and university he hadn't been in the party scene. He was a traditional kind of guy, he dated for a time before he contemplated sleeping with them.
He found all his traditional sensibilites flying out the window the way Nicholas was looking intently at him, invitingly and though he hadn't said anything John knew what he was offering.
"So, would it be terribly forward of me to ask if you wanted to ditch this party early and come back to my place?" Nicholas said, leaning forward again, hand sliding even further up John's thigh than would be considered appropriate.
John gave a smile, feeling his pulse pick up a little more in excitement at the invitation and he knew it made him look easy. But he shook his head and replied 'No, not at all' with equal coyness Nicholas was projecting. Nicholas gave his thigh a final teasing squeeze, fingers dipping down just a little and John found his cock stirring at the small gesture. Fuck he was in trouble, letting Nicholas lead the way out of the bar into the street. It was a cool night and John let the breeze calm him a little as a limo pulled up at the curb.
"You have a place in the city?" John asked conversationally as they drove through the streets, taking in the late night crowds of people drifting between bars and clubs.
"An apartment I use during the week if I'm busy at work," Nicholas explained. "But I own a property out in Chesterton which is my main stay."
John surpressed a small whistle. Chesterton was upscale in the property market, the houses there didn't come cheap.
"What about you?" Nicholas asked and John didn't answer right away.
Taking in the direction of where they were headed, Nicholas lived uptown and no doubt his apartment would be based in a similar upscale area. John felt a little intimidated by the evident wealth of the man sitting beside him but he swallowed his pride as he answered.
"I own a small apartment over at Park Trent," John replied, looking him straight in the eye. Park Trent wasn't a bad area, but it wasn't as lucrative as Chesterton or evidently Harbour View, where they were headed. In fact compared to either of those places, it was probably considered down market.
"Park Trent is south side right?" Nicholas asked and John nodded. "Nice."
John couldn't figure if it was meant as a compliment or Nicholas was trying not to be derisive about the evident lack of desirability Park Trent presented to him. Thinking of the apartment John gave a small frown and pulled out his phone, punching in the speed dial for home.
"Sorry, just have to make a call home," John said, phone to his ear.
"Deacon residence?" Laka answered warily. He didn't enjoy answering the phone.
"Laka, it's John," John told him.
"Hi," Laka acknowledged.
"Yeah I wanted to call and say I may be late tonight," John said down the phone, catching Nicholas's eye. Nicholas smiled knowingly and slid his hand onto John's thigh again. John gave a smile of his own and leaned back more comfortably in the seat. "Actually Laka I won't be home tonight. Make sure the apartment is locked up and don't wait up for me okay?"
"John?" Laka said in a questioning tone.
John felt a small stab of guilt as he thought of explaining to Laka when he got home about his whereabouts, but he chased it away. He wasn't answerable to a slave. Another wave of guilt hit him at that thought. This was Laka and their relationship was complicated. Still, Nicholas's fingers were inching their way up his thigh and he was leaning into him, looking at him with a predatory gaze.
"I'll see you tomorrow at some point Laka," John told him. "Good night."
He hung up the phone before Laka could reply and turned his head to find Nicholas close and invading his personal space.
"Worried parent?" Nicholas teased, "You allowed out late at night John? Do I need to have you home by a certain time?"
John gave a small laugh, resting a hand on Nicholas' arm as he teased him.
"No, just Laka, my house slave," John explained. "He worries."
Nicholas laughed, finding the notion amusing before he leaned in, pressing his lips to John's.
John could taste the hint of gin on Nicholas's lips as they pressed to his. Nick didn't pull off but waited until John's lips naturally parted invitingly. John felt like somehow he'd been snared by Nicholas, but it was a trap he was eager to remain in. Nicholas evidently like to play the more dominant role and it wasn't like John was fighting for control here. He enjoyed being pursued, not that he'd put up much resistance. He found Nicholas intoxicating and lust was pumping through his veins like an adrenaline rush.
It wasn't like he was devoid of this kind of attention. Laka provided plenty of enjoyment in bed and warmed it every night, a body to hold and provide pleasure. But John instinctively knew, before they even got to that stage, Nicholas could offer him more than Laka ever could, no matter how he felt for Laka. Nicholas would have free reign to do anything to his body and the idea of that thrilled John and caused him to moan into the eager, hungry mouth pressing and licking against his.
The heavy petting and kissing continued until the limo pulled to a halt and jerked them gently out of each others hold. Nicholas pulled back reluctant and John had to suck in some shaky breaths. They were both aroused and their inhibitions muted by the alcohol in their systems. Nicholas' door opened and he made a retreat, pulling John out with him. John barely took in the area, the height of the high rise as Nicholas propelled them towards the door. They were granted access by a doorman who gave a polite 'good evening Mr Williams' as they walked past.
Nicholas barely acknowledged him, too intent on leading John to the elevators, fingers interlinked with his like they needed the connection. Thankfully they didn't have to wait long and once safe inside, Nicholas punched in his floor number and pulled John flush to him to kiss him again. John fell into it easily enough, mouth open, tongue licking and tasting again like Nicholas's flavor was something he craved. The elevator went on for what seemed like an eternity and John pulled away with a laugh, frowing at the buttons.
"Fuck where'd you live, the top floor?" he teased.
"No, though got my name first on the list for the penthouse should the current owner move," Nicholas replied, face straight but there was a small smile edging his lips. He leaned into John, mouth close to his ear. "Nearly there, promise."
He slid a hand meaningfully down John's stomach, fingers dipping further and rubbing John's erection through his suit trousers.
"Fuck," John gasped softly, pressing up against Nicholas' hand and uncaring how wanton he obviously was acting.
"Definitely," Nicholas agreed, fingers curling and squeezing as the elevator finaly shuddered to a halt and the doors gave a 'ping' as they opened. "Our floor."
John wondered how he could walk, his whole body seemed on fire for this man and it was difficult to concentrate on anything like walking, following. They were in a hall, as luxurious as the front lobby and Nicholas tapped at the door instead of digging around for a key. The door opened quickly, a female slave beyond giving them entry. John followed Nicholas inside, giving the slave a small smile of acknowledgement as Nicholas removed his suit jacket and handed it too her.
"Any problems Mya?" he asked her.
"No Sir," she replied taking his jacket and looking to John wondering if he was going to hand his over. He managed to get himself into gear somewhat to pull it off as she continued to speak to Nicholas.
"Did you have a good evening Master?" she asked him with a small smile.
John looked at her more closely. Everything about her was small, her stature, her mouth, her eyes, even her voice was quiet and small. She looked at Nicholas with a kind of reverance.
"Yes, very good Mya," John replied, looking at John pointedly. "You can go to bed now, the rest of the household is in bed yes?"
"Yes," Mya nodded. "You don't need refreshments before I retire?"
"No," Nicholas replied without looking at her, pulling on John's arm. "Good night."
"Good night Master," Mya replied, giving John a small nod. "Sir."
"'Night," John replied with a half smile before he turned his attention back to Nicholas who's hands were suddenly all over him again. Nicholas manouvered them along a hall, together they stumbled into a door and managed to fumble the handle before they almost fell inside, lip locked again.
Nicholas closed the door with his heel, pushing and pulling John towards the bed as they both stripped off clothes without care where they landed. Their hands tangled as they helped each other undress, giving small laughs and smiles, mouths stealing kisses from each other until somehow they were naked and on the bed.
John wondered if it were the scotch, or Nicholas, maybe a mix of them both, that made his head swim a little. A dizzy distraction as Nicholas pressed against him flush, his arousal pressing into his thigh, his mouth sucking at a point on his neck that was definitely going to leave a mark. John ran his hands up Nicholas's back, fingers in his hair, giving a small tug so he could pull their mouths together.
He shifted under Nicholas, enough to spread his legs to better accomodate him, they both gasped as their cocks connected, Nicholas pulling back to nip and bite at John's lower lip as he groaned. John's sex life hadn't been empty for months, but this felt different to anything he'd done with Laka. Laka never took initiative, always waited for John's lead, here he didn't need to be in control and it was comfortable to be able to lay back and feel hands, skin, a mouth caressing against him.
Nicholas started rocking teasingly against him and John wrapped a leg tight around his thigh, staring right up at his new lover. This felt different to any other one night stand he may have occasionally had through college, not often, but everyone needed to connect sometimes. They barely spoke but their bodies, their expressions seemed to do all the talking. John felt a stab of instinct again, thrumming through him with the pleasure Nicholas was helping create within him. This wasn't going to be a one time thing, not a quick rough and tumble in the bed, he was going to get to know this man. He was going to have a relationship with this man. They'd just skipped the first several dates of getting to know you, forgoed it and followed their instincts that told them to give in to their passion and pleasure.
Just this once.
"Fuck John," Nicholas gasped out with a smile, dropping his head down a little, enjoying the sensations.
"Yes please," John replied breathless, smiling.
Nicholas looked up at him and gave a small laugh at the response.
"You always this easy?" Nicholas grinned, pausing to reach over to his side table, fumbling blindly in the small drawer he pulled out.
"Quite the opposite actually," John assured him.
"Then I'll be honest and say I don't make it a habit to pick up guys at bars and invite them back to my place within a few hours of meeting them," Nicholas replied as he pulled his hand back, a tube of lube in his grasp. "But it was like,-"
"Instinct," John nodded, like he knew where the remark was going.
Nicholas paused and hovered above him, propped up with his free hand and gave a slow nod of surprise. John shifted beneath him impatiently, watching the flicker of pleasure throw Nicholas's concentration a moment. John took the lube from Nicholas's grasp and popped the lid with a questioning look, waiting for him to get back on track. He released his leg from it's grip around Nicholas's thigh, planting his foot onto the mattress to give Nicholas better access.
Nicholas gave a small moan in response and held out fingers for John to drizzle lube generously over, before his hand dissappeared between them. John waited for the probing, let out a breath and tried to relax as the slick fingers pressed against him. He rested his hand on Nicholas's arm and grasped a little nervously as he felt a finger pressing inside him. Nicholas shot him a concerned look.
"Okay?" he whispered as his hand paused.
John nodded and lay his head back, taking in another deep breath. "Just been a while," he explained. "But feels good."
"Gonna get even better," Nicholas promised, dipping down to kiss him gently as his pressed his finger deeper.
John's mouth opened to let out a rushed gasp that Nicholas swallowed down as he worked his fingers carefully but determinedly into John's ass. One finger became two and he made sure to prepare him thoroughly, feeling the muscles loosening as John's breath quicked in anticipation. Happy with the prep Nicholas pulled his hand away, grabbed the lube out of John's hand and sat up to prepare himself. John lay and watched, hand trailing over Nicholas's chest and stomach as Nicholas poured lube into his hand and stroked his cock a few times, grunting from the feel.
John spread his legs even further, Nicholas sliding his hands under his ass, pulling at him a little to line up. His cock settled at the entrance of John's ass and he watched John as he pressed forward. John stared up at him, eyes locking again, it was an uncomfortable stretch, it had been a long time since he'd been fucked, a few years in fact. Still he wanted this, wanted to be stretched open and filled by this man who seemed to intoxicate him. His hand had settled on Nicholas's defined abs, fingers raking at the strength which seemed to pool there. He knew Nicholas was holding back from just sliding right into him, making it as comfortable as possible. But just knowing the power underlying there, the idea of what kind of lover Nicholas would be when he didn't hold back, that turned John on even more.
He relaxed into it as Nicholas pushed in further, accepting and willing. It was slow for now, but he grew accustomed to the familiar feeling of being filled like this. As Nicholas pushed in he leaned himself over John again, their eyes not leaving each others. It wasn't until he gave a final push, the slide a little quicker as he bottomed out, that John's eyes flickered from the stare, giving a small gasping grunt in reaction.
Nicholas's hand slid from under his ass to rest with a firm grip at his hip and he started moving, his free hand holding him up enough to watch John's expressions and reactions. Their breathing deepened again, oxygen fuelling on their desires. John willed his body to relax into it, feeling every drag and thrust of his lover and moaning from the sensation. Nichola's focus was intense as he watched him for any discomfort and John smiled up at him, sliding a hand around his neck to hold onto him.
"Fuck you feel amazing," Nick growled under his breath, hips picking up speed a little.
John could only moan out a response and hold on a little firmer, pulling Nick closer. Nick got the message and rested his mouth over John's, a mixture of hot gasps and messy kisses. As he settled into a rhythm he licked along John's lower lip before catching it between his teeth, listening to John's moans rising in his throat. John shifted under him, reaching between their bodies to grasp his own cock and Nicholas felt a rush of possessiveness at that. Leaning back up he caught John's hand in his own and pressed it back to the matress, using his weight to pin him down.
"Let me," he said, hopefully, jealously. John looked desperate and moaned helplessly up at him. Nick found himself drinking in that look, something he wanted to view more times than this. He quickened his rhythm, easily sliding in and out now of John's accepting hole. "Need me to touch you John? Or will I just fuck you until you come. Do you want that? Want me to drive you to that edge?"
"Fuck Nick," John groaned, breath not coming fast enough. Nicholas's weight was heavy but firm, keeping him grounded rather than pinned down. Like he was afraid he'd fly apart if Nick didn't hold him down. What was it about this man that was so intoxicating, like a drink John would never feel full of? He didn't want this to be over soon but he was too turned on, too close to draw back. Whether Nick touched him or fucked him into the oblivion it didn't make a difference. As long as it was Nick who led him to the ectasy. "Fuck please, so fucking close, gods, fuck me."
Nicholas looked over the form of this new lover. John's body pulsed with pleasure, all firm muscle, smattering of light hair over his chest and arms. His chest arched with desperate breaths, thighs tight and hard as they wrapped around him and his cock lay against his belly hard and leaking, moving with every thrust of his hips against John's stomach. Nick resisted touching him, wanted to see this man come undone from just his cock grinding into his body. John looked lost to everything, just held in the limbo of pleasure Nick was creating, eyes closed, mouth letting out heavy gasps and grunting moans of desire.
Nick could feel his own pleasure building, the tension in his stomach, his thighs, ready to snap and be released. Nick lost himself in the sensations, let himself be overtaken by the delicious possessive urge to own this man he'd tempted to his bed.
"Oh, gods, oh fuck," John gasped out and Nick knew he was close, gripping his hip tighter as he chased that burning desire.
"Open your eyes," Nick growled out, more an order than a plea. "Want to see you."
John's blue eyes burned into his gaze and it took little else before he lost contact with them again, screwing shut as John's orgasm hit. His mouth fell open into a rush of breath, head lain back, body shuddering as his cock spurted out ribbons of white over his chest. The vibrations of his body, ass muscles spasming around his own cock was all Nick needed to be sent over the edge of pleasure himself. With a loud cry his thrusts became erratic and he buried himself into the tight heat as he felt his balls empty. His hips shuddered through the orgasm as he filled John's ass with his come, listening as John moaned gently as the pleasure sated slowly.
Nicholas dragged in a few shaky breaths and slowly withdrew before lying down beside his new lover. His strength seemed to have seeped from him and it was all he could do to lift a hand and rest it on John's stomach. It was sticky with creamy liquid but Nick didn't care, feeling the slight tremble of John's body as the pleasure settled into his limbs.
Chapter Four - Second thoughts?