A few weeks had passed since their trip to San Antonio, and nothing had been said about the vibrating butt plug. Marshall began to wonder if Lee'd forgotten about it, and what he'd said he had in store for Marshall. But he sure as heck wasn't about to remind him. He knew better than that. When Lee was ready, he'd know it. So Marshall stopped thinking about it. After all, a watched pot never boiled. Or so the saying went. Marshall had never had a desire to watch a pot of water come to a boil in the first place.
Lulled into a false sense of security, he was shaken from his complacency one fall morning when he came out of the shower to find Lee waiting for him, bullet-shaped butt plug in one hand, remote in the other. Marshall's eyes lit at the sight. This promised to be an interesting day, indeed. The only question was how long did Lee intend to keep that inside of him, and how crazy did he intend to drive him with the remote control?
Guess that remained to be seen, didn't it?
"Ready to be wired, boy?" Lee drawled. He was already dressed for the day, having taken a shower earlier. His eyes raked appreciatively up and down Marshall's body as he finished toweling off.
"Actually, that one's wireless," Marshall corrected him playfully. "Didn't I ever explain the concept of Wi-Fi to you, old man?"
Lee snorted. "That'll be the day when you need to explain something to me. But you just keep it up. And remember. He who holds the remote has control."
Truer words were never spoken.
"Now, bend over and spread'em," Lee directed. He set the remote aside and pulled the lube from the drawer in the bedside table.
Marshall obeyed and bent over the bed, his forehead touching the bedspread, his hands going to his backside, spreading his cheeks.
"Such a pretty sight," Lee murmured, coming up behind him. He felt Lee's lips lightly press a kiss onto his pucker, before he slid the lubed plug into position. It fit snugly in Marshall's channel.