It was a cold and windy Friday night as I stood on the balcony, looking out at the city as I thought about how things had changed over the past few months. It had been almost half a year since that first night I had spent with Lane and I guess that was the start of our actual relationship.
I think at first we both felt a little awkward about how our first night had gone down but over the next few days, we kinda got to a point where we were able to talk about it. Lane was constantly apologizing for making our first night an impromptu bondage session. I had to keep reminding him that it was fine and I had fun.
It had been a night of firsts and I still laugh at the fact that I'm the bottom in this relationship. It wasn't like I hadn't had the opportunity to fuck Lane, he had made the offer but somehow when we got to the bed, I just enjoyed the fact that it was like a switch flipped and Lane became this dominant figure and I just found that incredibly sexy. I think it was that I was so used to being in charge and taking the lead in almost everything I did that it was a welcome and almost needed change of pace. In just this situation, I didn't have to worry about anything because Lane was in control.
I felt a pair of lithe arms wrap around me, the red leather cool to the touch.
"Everything okay?" Lane said as he pulled us together.
"Yeah, just thinking about some stuff. How was work?" I asked as I felt Lane lay his head on my back.
"It was fine, nothing special really. What about you?" He asked.
" It was...okay.Just a lot of small problems causing big issues." I said trying to not really go into a rant about all the random bullshit that was going on at work. It was Friday and I wasn't going to deal with it until Monday
A large gust of wind swept over the balcony. Lane was not a fan of cold weather and as the wind rolled over us I felt him squeeze me tight.
I looked over my shoulder at Lain trying to use me to avoid the wind as much as possible.
"You want to go inside?" I asked as I tossed back the rest of my drink.
"Yes, please!"
I felt Lane unwrap from me and dash back inside before I had turned around fully.
As Lane went and sat on the couch, I walked past the living room and into the kitchen to wash my glass out.
"Van, can you bring me something to drink." Lane asked from the living room.
"You realize how vague that is, right?" I asked as I looked in the fridge.
"Fine! Something hot!"
I could hear the frustration in his voice, I loved to tease him like this. It drove him crazy and it usually meant when we went to bed he would want to "punish" me for being an ass.
"Tea, Coffee, or Chocolate?"
This time I didn't get an answer but was greeted by Lane walking in the kitchen and grabbing a coffee pod from the rack and starting the Keurig, while giving me a look of frustration.
"Look, if you had told me what you wanted, you wouldn't have had to get up." I said as I washed the small glass that had held my drink.
Lane turned to me and walked over, looking up at me before reaching his hand up and cupping my chin, all while pushing himself up against me.
"You're going to pay for this. I hope you know that." He said, while changing his cupping of my chin to a pinch.
The squirting sound of the coffee maker filling the mug and the beep signaling it was done breaking the false tension of out little game.
After getting his drink, we both went back to the couch. Lane had turned the electric fireplace on at some point after we came in, providing a nice atmosphere as we settled on the couch.
We spent the next few hours watching TV and just relaxing together. At about midnight, we decided to call it a night.
About a month after our first night together we decided to actually share a bed, which was something I was surprised at how nice it was to cuddle up with someone every night.
It was about 2 in the morning when I felt something wrap around my neck. It was dark and I couldn't tell what is was but I did notice the pressure of Lane sitting on my chest again.
