Isaiah (14 page)

“Tim!” Otto shot a panicked look at Isaiah.

“Heh, gotcha.” Tim kissed Otto’s cheek. “I couldn’t resist.” Tim gave Isaiah a look that had always made Isaiah feel like he was under a microscope and Tim could see right through him. “Now, seriously. Why didn’t you mention this? Who is he? What’s he look like? What’s his name and—”

“Tim, chill,” Otto directed, chuckling and jostling Tim slightly. “You need to remember, you didn’t call home and brag about me right off the bat, either.”

Isaiah tried not to look too smug as Tim glared at Otto. “Your better half has a point, bro. Your excuse was that you were too busy with work and hunting down a poacher.”

Isaiah pointed towards the garage bay. “Same here, sorta. I’ve had the bays filled more often than not, and Bae and I’ve been dealing with some stuff, and,” Isaiah shifted his weight as he cocked a hip, hoping the move would hide his stiffening cock. He couldn’t even talk about Bae without getting turned on. “There’s some weird shit going on, plus Bae’s family and his lepe—”

“Wait wait wait,” Tim interrupted, waving a finger at Isaiah. “I am so confused here.

Let’s start with cars being in your bays here then—Bay? What?”

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Isaiah laughed when he realised how confusing that must have sounded. “His name is Bae, B-a-e. Bae Allen Warren, and he’s a veterinarian, has this vet-mobile van, and oh my God, he’s so fucking sexy…”

* * * *

Damn, he was nervous—the excited kind of nervous. Isaiah wanted to show Bae off, not just because the man was sexy as sin, but he was intelligent and kind, and so many other amazing things that made Bae who he was.

When he’d called Bae to let him know that Tim and Otto were in town and wanting to have dinner with them—in other words, check Bae out and probably grill him—Bae had become the other kind of nervous. Isaiah could feel Bae’s worry that he wasn’t going to be liked, or he’d do something stupid or trip and make a fool of himself. Bae, apparently, had a whole warehouse in his head, stuffed full of paranoid ways he could embarrass himself.

But Isaiah had sent him all the reassurance he could. He knew Bae would be welcomed, but after meeting Bae’s family, Isaiah could sure understand why Bae might think differently. Isaiah’s family just wasn’t like that, judgemental and controlling. Love and acceptance were the two most prominent unspoken tenets for them. Everything was going to be fine, and Bae would learn that Isaiah’s family was now Bae’s family as well, and they’d love him to death.

“Do you need any help with dinner?” Tim asked.

Isaiah glanced over his shoulder to where Tim and Otto sat at the table. They looked really happy. He thought he and Bae were getting to that same place, utterly relaxed and open to each other. Neither of them had shut down the mind link between them in days, which said something.

“Nah, I got this.” Isaiah stirred the meat mixture then added more pepper. “It’s just meatloaf. Nothing fancy.”

Tim was beside him in seconds. “Ah, man, tell me that’s Mom’s recipe?”

“Duh,” Isaiah snorted. “Is there any other worth using?” Their mother made the best meatloaf in the world. As kids, he and his brothers and sisters had inhaled the stuff at record paces. And fought over every last bit of it. “You remember when you got grounded for stealing that piece off my plate?”

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Tim groaned. “That was bullshit. You’d had three pieces already.”

“I did not, I’d had two! We all had just three slices—” Isaiah’s indignation scattered when Tim busted out laughing and clapped him on the back. “Turd.”

“Yeah yeah, but at least I got to eat it before getting busted.” He tipped his chin at the bag of potatoes. How about me and Otto get started on those? I’m craving some butter with a little bit of mashed potatoes in them.”

“Ick. You always did like too much of that stuff. But sure, go ahead.”

It was comfortable in a way Isaiah hadn’t expected, working on dinner with Tim and Otto. Before, Isaiah had always felt, well, less, around Tim. But now he believed that he wasn’t less of anything, he was just different from his brother. And he’d bet Tim couldn’t overhaul an engine any more than Isaiah could do all the science-y stuff Tim did.

The sound of the van pulling into the drive sent a thrill through Isaiah. He checked the meatloaf in the oven, then knowing he was wearing the goofiest grin in the world, he leapt past a snickering Tim and headed for the garage door that connected right to the kitchen.

Isaiah was waiting for Bae when he got out of the van. Bae’s smile was a little shaky and he looked tired. Isaiah pulled him close and kissed him, moaning when Bae opened for him. He slid his tongue in and stroked Bae’s, delighted when Bae shivered in his arms and pressed closer. Isaiah kissed Bae until all the tension had drained from him and Bae purred happily against him, rubbing his cheek on Isaiah’s chest.

“Rough day?”

Bae sighed and looked up at him. Isaiah wanted to drown in those chocolate irises. Bae moved back and looked towards the garage door as he hit the button to lower it. “Just nervous, I guess. Oh!” Bae blinked. “I just saw them!”

“Saw them?” Isaiah parroted as he turned around.

“Them! The…whoever it is driving the SUV! It had the same dent. It was them!”

“Fuck. Raise it back up,” he said as he darted towards the lowering door. “No don’t—”

he dropped and rolled under it. “Leave it shut!” Better that Bae was out of sight. Isaiah came up to his feet and saw the Expedition, and they must have seen him. The driver stomped on the gas and took the corner sharp, the vehicle rocking. Isaiah took off running, and almost busted his ass when he heard Bae’s footsteps right behind him. Knew it was futile, but he couldn’t not try.

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No matter how fast they were, neither Isaiah nor Bae could catch the SUV as it sped around another corner. “Damn it!” Isaiah snarled, pushing himself harder.

“Isaiah! Stop!”
Bae’s breathless shout rang in Isaiah’s head. Isaiah hit the next corner and looked around. The Expedition was nowhere in sight.

“Fuck! Ugh!” He threw his hands up, frustrated to no end. “What the hell do they want? Who are they?”

Bae hunched over, his hands on his thighs, soft pants passing his lips. “I don’t know, but the guy behind us is your brother, right?”

“Huh?” Isaiah looked and sure enough, Tim came barrelling around the corner, long hair flying all over the place. “Yeah, that’s Tim.”

Bae swiped at his forehead and stood up, watching Tim. “He doesn’t look exactly like you, but I see the similarity.”

Isaiah watched Tim as he slowed on approach. Tim was thin, his face more angles and sharp planes, his eyes prettier, his features not as rough-hewn as Isaiah’s. “I don’t see what you’re talking about.”

“What the hell just happened?” Tim sputtered, trying to gasp and breathe at the same time. “I look out the window and there’s a fucking race on.” He gave Bae a lopsided grin.

“I’m Tim, by the way.”

“Bae,” Bae said, shaking Tim’s hand. “Sorry. I wish we could say it was a spontaneous need to jog, but it’s—” he looked at Isaiah.
“Am I supposed to tell him? Do you want him worried
or…or whatever?”

“I don’t think I can lie to him and pull it off.”
Isaiah had never been a good liar, and Tim would know anyway if he even tried.

“Are you two talking?” Tim asked as he crossed his arms. “And, more importantly, is the meatloaf going to get dried out or burned?”

“Shit.” Isaiah rested his hand at the small of Bae’s back. “Can’t have that, Tim will skin me.”

Tim nodded and turned to walk with them back to the house. “I do want to know what that was about, though. I just want meatloaf, too.”

“How about we tell you and Otto what’s going on after dinner?” Isaiah suggested.

“Who knows, maybe we can put our heads together and figure out what the hell is going on.”

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“That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Bae rolled his eyes at Isaiah. “No, it wasn’t. Your brother and Otto are both pretty cool guys.”

Isaiah beamed at him as he plopped onto the bed. “Yeah, they are. And so is the rest of my family. I mean, there’re some bratty cousins, but they aren’t bad people, just kids learning their way, ya know?”

“Uh huh,” Bae said, distracted by the way Isaiah’s stomach muscles rippled as he scooted up to lean his back on the headboard.

“I just wish they’d had some idea about whoever is stalking you.”

Bae jerked his gaze up to Isaiah’s. “I’d hardly call it stalking. I’m not being followed constantly, and no one is leaving creepy presents for me.”

“Don’t be a smart ass,” Isaiah snapped, grabbing him and pulling Bae onto his lap. “It’s not a joke. Please don’t treat it like one.”

Well, that made Bae feel like a real shit. “Maybe your cousins aren’t the only bratty ones. I’m sorry. It’s just—nothing’s happened. No more stinky encounters or anything, just the occasional drive-by. It’s getting less scary, I guess, and more annoying.”

“But not funny,” Isaiah said.

“No, you’re right of course.” Bae straddled Isaiah’s hips and ground down, feeling the hard prod of Isaiah’s cock under his ass. “And how should I reward you for being right? Or maybe I should apologise again.” He ran his fingers through Isaiah’s chest hair and pinched his nipples.

“Just fuck me,” Isaiah panted as Bae pinched harder. “Oh fuck! More!”

Someone was in the mood for a little rough play
.
Isaiah was just about begging for it.

“Stay right like you are,” Bae ordered. He gave Isaiah’s buds one last sharp twist that spurred a whimper from Isaiah, then he got up and went to the closet. Bae wasn’t picky www.total-e-bound.com

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about which ties he grabbed, he just took a handful of them and came back to the bed, holding them up for Isaiah to see.

Isaiah’s eyes shone with an eagerness that made Bae’s cock leap. “Bae…”

“Yes?” He could scent Isaiah’s excitement, the wet tip of his cockhead glistening with it.

Isaiah swallowed noisily and, never looking away from the ties, raised his hands up to rest on the slatted headboard. “Here?” Twin spots of red bloomed on Isaiah’s cheeks.

Bae considered his options. Isaiah was quite a bit bigger than him, so maybe… “Scoot down onto your back, then put your hands up and grab the headboard.” He smiled his most wicked smile. “I’m going to bend you until your ass is in the air and your knees are by your ears just so I can fuck your sweet little hole.” The dirty talk was coming easier and easier, both he and Isaiah freely admitting it turned them on. “Is it clenching now, hungry for my dick? Are your nipples aching, needing my teeth, the burn of my fingers pinching and twisting—”

“Bae, please!” Isaiah shot down the bed, arms stretched over his head as he grabbed the headboard. He hitched his legs up and spread them wide, offering Bae access to his pucker, balls and cock. “Fuck me, bite me, scratch me. Make me yours again.”

“Always,” Bae growled. He ignored the ache of his cock as he moved up to tie Isaiah’s wrists to the headboard. “Okay?” he asked even though Isaiah could rip free of the bonds.

He would always check to ensure Isaiah’s safety.

“S’good.” Isaiah planted his heels by his butt and humped the air. “I need you, honey.”

“I know.” Bae climbed on the bed, then on Isaiah’s chest. He nudged Isaiah’s chin with his cock. “But first, I want you to suck me.”

Isaiah opened his mouth and Bae moved up a little more. He grabbed a handful of Isaiah’s hair and pulled his head back, getting that beautiful arch of neck he loved to see. Bae rose up onto his knees and leant forward, slipping the tip of his dick into Isaiah’s mouth.

“Just suck it, no tongue,” he warned. Isaiah’s talented tongue would have Bae coming in seconds if he wasn’t careful.

Isaiah blinked and Bae pushed in deeper, letting go of his cock to slap a hand against the headboard to support himself. Slowly, slowly, he fucked his way into Isaiah’s throat, moaning as Isaiah swallowed him down into a constrictive wet heat.

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“Yes, sweetheart, take me all the way,” Bae rasped, watching as Isaiah closed his eyes and took him in to the root. “Aw, fuck. Ungh!” Bae was pretty sure his eyes rolled all the way around in his head as pleasure spread from his cock to his balls then into his groin. Bae flexed his ass, testing the depth of Isaiah’s throat, then began to withdraw. He fucked Isaiah’s mouth and throat for as long as he could stand, several minutes which impressed him, actually. He hadn’t thought he had so much control.

When he pulled out for the last time, Isaiah’s face was deeply flushed, and he dragged in deep, ragged breaths. He opened his eyes and looked at Bae as if in a daze. His lips were wet, shiny and swollen, a dark red and Bae had to taste. He scooted back and slanted his mouth to Isaiah’s, biting his bottom lip and moaning at the tang of it on his tongue when he lapped the plump flesh.

Isaiah bucked beneath him and opened wider, making his lip pop free of Bae’s teeth. He chased the tangy flesh, sucked it back in, then took Isaiah’s mouth as thoroughly with his own as he had with his cock. By the time he finished, Isaiah was almost sobbing with need.

Bae slithered down Isaiah’s body, biting at his nipples and turning each nub dark from his attention to it.

“Please please please,” Isaiah chanted, wriggling and sharing his desperation through all of their senses. When Bae paused from nipping his way down Isaiah’s body to lick into his belly button, Isaiah did sob, his arousal overpowering him and, through their link, Bae.

“Soon,” was all Bae could get past his tight throat as he knelt between Isaiah’s legs. He got his hands beneath Isaiah’s butt and pushed, rolling Isaiah up almost entirely onto his shoulders. Isaiah, flexible man that he was, hooked his toes through the slats, holding himself up and allowing Bae the use of his hands. The position also tipped Isaiah’s ass back down some, and Bae eagerly went after his hole, prising his firm cheeks apart and sealing his lips around the aperture and sucking.