Jake eyed the belt with growing unease. Klaus was balancing the scary object, ever so lightly, and that seemed hypnotizing. He could not tear his eyes off it.
"I believe you know the drill, Jake," Klaus began speaking.
This time, Jake was not fooled. This was Klaus when angry. Never mind the even tone, the controlled gestures. He was going to get it good.
"You will obey each word I say," Klaus continued. "Undress and come here. On all fours."
Jake took one deep breath and pulled off his t-shirt. He quickly kicked off his sneakers and took off his jeans. One stolen glance at Klaus's face told him he could not hope for forgiveness. Not this time. So he lowered himself to the carpet and proceeded to crawl towards Klaus.
Quickly, his face was inches away from the belt.
"Good. Now lick," Klaus said.
He looked up, unsure of whether he understood the order. Klaus swung the belt lightly, caressing his face in a false gesture of affection. So he stuck out his tongue and licked the leather, his eyes flicking upwards, taking in the man and his dominant stance.
Blue eyes could burn with cold, cold fire. Then suddenly, an idea hit him. He grabbed the belt with one hand and pulled hard at it. He could feel the vibration in Klaus's wrist as the man took a stronger hold of the belt in his hand.
Jake looked up, saying nothing, but begging with his eyes. There was a flicker of surprise in the cold beautiful eyes, and the hold on the belt released.
Slowly, Jake took the belt and proceeded to wrap it around his neck. He touched it carefully, not yet sure what he was getting himself into. But he stalled no longer, and handed Klaus the other end. He placed one small chaste kiss on the back of Klaus's hand, now wrapped around the belt, as well.
The man's voice was thick as he spoke again.
"You may come to think that this was a bad idea. You should back out right now."
Jake shook his head. Of course it was a bad idea. But he didn't want that belt on his ass. The idea was terrifying.
"I will need a verbal confirmation for that," Klaus said.
"Yes. Do what you want to do now," Jake replied, hoping his voice was not trembling and he didn't look as weak as he felt.
"Then go climb the bed. Ass to me."
Jake obeyed turning quickly, surprised of how the belt suddenly pulled taught around his neck. His sharp intake of breath took even him by surprise.
"Easy," Klaus whispered, in a gentler tone this time, stepping closer to Jake.
Long elegant fingers came to his neck, adjusting the belt and making sure there was enough room for Jake to breathe. Klaus guided him onto the bed, placing himself behind Jake.
He did not dare look behind, but it sounded like the man was pulling out his cock.
"It is going to get a little rough. No, I should not lie to you," the man's voice was laced with sarcasm now. "It will be plenty rough."
He heard the man spitting and he braced himself for the invasion. The burn in his ass was real, and he cursed as he grabbed one pillow to muffle his cries. Klaus pulled back, adding more spit to Jake's hole and his dick. After the initial shock, Jake willed himself to relax. And with the second push, the Klaus's cock slid in half way.
It was still painful, and his body was fighting, refusing to relax and let Klaus in. But Klaus was in no mood of slow preparation and his usual gentle coaxing with plenty of lube. He thrust inside again, and Jake gasped and arched his back.
A strong hand on the belt yanked him back and upwards.
"Please indulge me in hearing you cry out," Klaus demanded.
Damn the guy and his sadistic streak. But this was what mattered. This was what both of them were there for anyway.
"Maybe you will have to do better than this," Jake spoke, his words a bit strangled.
"Are you this ready to kick the hornet's nest?" Klaus asked, and pushed himself all the way in, making Jake hiss.
"Yes. I want your best," Jake whispered. "And your worst."
He had no idea words could have such power. The belt loosened and he was forced forward with his head down, kept there by a strong hand, while his ass began taking the pounding of his young life.
While still painful, it felt insanely good, to be dominated like that. Jake grabbed his own cock, groaning and moaning with each thrust. Klaus's initial angry thrusts became one fluid motion that was making the both of them move in unison. Jake's cries of pain were mixed with pleasure, to a point that he could not tell what was real anymore.
He could not fight or maybe didn't want to, so he succumbed. To the rhythmic move of Klaus's hips, slamming against him, over and over again. To the hand grabbing his hair and pushing him down. To the way his dick was getting impossibly stiff with each thrust, like he could not have enough.
"Fuck, Jake," Klaus asked. "Are you really enjoying this?"
"Yes, yes!" Jake yelled back. "Give it to me hard already."
It could not have gotten much harder. Yet, it was happening, the bed creaking loudly under them, the air he breathed nothing but fire, and the sudden explosion of his dick, that came right after Klaus slammed deeper into him and came inside him with a loud groan.
They collapsed on the bed, heaving, and fighting for air. Klaus moved only to pull the belt on Jake's neck a little looser.
And they lay on the bed like that, just breathing hard, clutching at each other.
***
Klaus took in Jake's profile, the way his Adam's apple bobbed up and down. A small tinge of guilt climbed up his throat.
"Are you okay?" he whispered, as he stroked Jake's neck.
Lazy dark eyes moved to meet his.
"Are you still pissed at me?"
"No, not anymore."
"Then I'm okay," he said with a faint smile.
Klaus pulled the boy closer to him and kissed his damp forehead. Then he placed another kiss lower, and lower, until their lips met and Jake reacted, by biting sharply on soft flesh.
"Ouch!" Klaus winced. "What is this for?"
"You looked way too happy in that picture, with that douchebag all over you," Jake said.
"You make me regret not giving you the proper punishment. You know it cannot count as much if you enjoy it."
"I think it's exactly why it was better like this," Jake smiled, both with lips and eyes.
Klaus could feel laughter bubbling in his chest.
"You are such a naughty little thing. I should ask. How did you know?"
"Well, you know. Collar? Leash? Those were dead giveaways for what you like, man," Jake shrugged.
Klaus pulled him closer. He hadn't expected this, Jake to be so quick to understand what he wanted. Other lovers had at most been enthusiastic, whenever trying something new, but he had the distinct sensation that Jake was reading him, without even having to talk about it.
"You're trying to change the subject," the same fascinating eyes glared now.
"I do not understand how you can feel so ill at ease. I made a promise, did I not?"
Jake exhaled and pouted.
"What are you doing with a guy like me, Klaus?" he asked, and the look in his eyes was vulnerable now. "You could have any of those guys flown in just to suck your cock. God knows you have the money for that."
"Those guys? What do you mean?" Klaus frowned.
Jake rolled his eyes in an almost childish gesture.
"Your lovers. Your exes. The guys you fucked. They're all like fucking supermodels. You know that's not fair."
Klaus pressed his index finger against his lips, trying hard not to laugh. If Jake only knew. The boy looked and saw a charmed life, filled with pleasures and no boundaries, but the truth was somewhere else. The week away had changed him, and Klaus was not that much of a hypocrite to ignore what that meant.
"Fair?" he chose to tease the raven-haired beauty in his bed a little more. "You should stop talking in half truths. Come, out with everything. I am tired, and I was not expecting to engage in rough sex the first thing back home. So do me the pleasure of getting everything off your chest, without having me drag you every step of the way."
Jake made a small annoyed sound, but he suddenly began talking.
"I have like, nothing on these guys. Am I a supermodel? Far from that," he snorted in that self-deprecating way of his Klaus wanted to wipe definitely from the boy's persona. "Am I rich? Hmm, let me check my bank account. Oops, I don't have one. Do I know how to suck dick a thousand different ways? No, only a few, but I bet those guys know. They're like those people who like to be burned with candle wax and stuff, I think."
The small tirade ended with a sigh.
"Are you finished?" Klaus asked. "What else do you have against yourself?"
"They're ... them. And I'm me."
"True. You are nothing like them."
Jake looked away.
"See? You agree with me. So why?"
Klaus seemed to ponder, looking at the ceiling, as if he was expecting some divine intervention to come to the rescue. But just as quickly, he pulled Jake closer, this time by the improvised collar, and forced the boy to look him in the eyes.
"You are nothing like them and that makes you special."
"Yeah, in a bad way," Jake bit his bottom lip hard.
"No. Not in a bad way. What is the only thing you ever truly asked from me?"
"To go to school."
"That came after I introduced you to the field of work you are now in. And I talked to your foreman. I know he pushed you towards this. He did the right thing. What I mean is what you truly asked for me to do?"
Jake scrunched his nose and began thinking. Klaus came to the rescue and provided the answer.
