Party Foul

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Dean sighed again and leaned against the doorway. The dinner party was in full swing and after the first half hour Kade had been dragged out of their conversation by his girlfriend. Given he and Kade spent 90% of their day discussing mountain terrain and the year’s climbs, but that was no reason for Christa to be in such an uproar. He shot a smirk over to his own date, the slim hips of his lover held tightly by the soft suit fabric. His lover was refined, outgoing, not flaming but just the right about of artistically queer that seemed to make other designers and agents trust his judgment about fashion and art. There was nothing less than sexual about the way Kenneth laughed and let his fingers flutter over his companion in conversation’s wrist. Dean grimaced and took another drink of his vodka on the rocks.


“Why do you let him get away with that?” Kade’s voice broke into his internal conversation.


“It’s part of his job, Kade.” Dean rolled his eyes, “The ever available artist and sexual object.”


“You’re too good a guy to put up with that.” Kade hissed. “Even Christa mentioned it.”


Dean took another long drink of his grey goose, “It’s not that bad. He’s just flirting not blowing the guy.”


“Remember the Bacchanalian he threw?”


“He wasn’t blowing that guy either.”


“No just running around in those torn up shorts and sitting on the lap of every ‘satyr’ that came.”


Dean didn’t think much of it until the gentleman speaking with his boyfriend led Kenneth into the kitchen. He growled as he set his drink down on the way to the double swing door.


“Don’t break his arm.”


The door swung in and Dean immediately let the scowl take over his lips completely. The jackass pinned Kenneth to the kitchen counter with his hips and made a move to wrap his arms around the slighter man. Wrong choice. “If you want to use this arm again, I suggest that you remove yourself from Kenneth immediately.” Dean gripped the wrist in his hand and wrenched it up higher.


“Yes…” the hissed word was all pain. “I wasn’t going to do anything-“

“Yeah yeah. I got you. Now back away.”


The man nodded and quickly left the room, leaving Dean starring at a rather amused Kenneth.


“Well well well. Wasn’t that quite the show.” Kenneth pushed up and sat on the countertop the olive on the martini toothpick disappeared as a pink tongue wrapped around it.


“Why was he touching you?”


“I didn’t much have the time to figure that out before you burst in to the rescue.” Kenneth rolled his eyes and sighed before hopping down from the counter.


Dean shoved one meaty arm between Kenneth and the door.


“Did you want something?” Kenneth purred before removing Dean’s hand from the counter.


“I don’t want him touching you.”


“I don’t think he’s going to touch me again or anyone else for that matter.” Kenneth scowled. “I’m sure the message has been posted.” Pouring the gin into the shaker Kenneth rolled his eyes. “Are you quite finished with your hysterics?”


“I’m not being unreasonable. I walked in and he was all over you.”


“And I would have dealt with it but you chose to deal with it yourself.” Kenneth poured the martini into the glass and stabbed another olive with a toothpick. “Now if you don’t mind I have a party to host.”


Dean pushed open the door and stormed over to Kade.


“I take it that didn’t go well.”


“Shut up.”


Kade put up his hands defensively.


“Dance with me, handsome.” Christa smiled at him consolingly and shot Kenneth a glare. “Kade has two left feet.”


Dean nodded and led Krista to the small landing filled with those brave enough to dance.


“I don’t know why Kenneth won’t dance with you. You’re really good.”


Dean smiled and spun her around. “Let’s not talk about it.”


“You’ve got it bad, Dean.”


He nodded and Christa made a mental note of the tense muscle in his jaw.


“I just forgot I have to take with Kade about something, but I’ve got the perfect partner for you.” Christa grinned mischievously.


“Look Christa, I’m with Kenneth.”


“It’s just a dance and he’s visiting. Just dance with him.” Christa dragged him by the arm to the side of the dance floor where the younger man stood looking rather apprehensive himself.


“Joel this is Dean. Now you two dance until I get back.”


Dean rolled his eyes and offered his hand to the rather grim looking man. “One dance and she’ll back off.”


“I’m really sorry for this. Christa gets an idea in her head and there is no stopping her.”


“I’m well aware. She’s dating my business partner.”


“In that case I don’t feel guilty for telling you that you’re a great dancer.”


A smirk peeked into the corner of Dean’s mouth. “You’re not bad yourself.” If the furious look from the corner of the room meant anything, maybe tonight was looking up. Three songs later, Dean led Joel to the kitchen for a drink and stopped to trace his fingers down the spine of his lover as he caught the glare in the smaller man’s eyes. “Brilliant party, love.” Dean whispered as their bodies passed in a sensual brush.


The spark in Kenneth’s eyes didn’t escape him and didn’t leave the entire remaining four hours of the party. Over the course of the evening the glare progressed into cold calm silence. Even as Dean led Kade to the door, and a grimacing Christa who helped push and pull him into the cab, those cold eyes followed him.


“Looks like you’re party was a hit.” Dean placed the glasses in the dishwasher, watching the way that Kenneth didn’t acknowledge him at all, just stacked the remaining hors d’oeuvres in their neat Tupperware containers.


Kenneth made a noise in his throat and moved to the living room. He set his stylish dress shoes on the table and reclined into the couch.


“I’m not cleaning up all of this, Ken.”


“I’ll be upstairs when you actually want to discuss tonight.” Kenneth turned on one sharp heel and strolled up the stairs before the calm standard click of the door signaled his entrance into the master suite.


Dean could have chucked the glass in his hands against the wall. Kenneth was always so fucking calm. He spent the night flirting with whoever he wanted and then the second a hint of anger showed in his face it disappeared into the face of the ice bitch. It took nearly an hour of slamming glasses and shoving trash into bags before Dean was calm enough to walk up the stairs to their bedroom and opened the door. “Kenneth.”


“Don’t say a word.” The silhouette in the bathroom doorway was outlined with the soft pale light bouncing off the stonework. He stepped away from the doorway and the robe wrapped around his waist with one elegant satin tie. “Take off your clothes and join me in the shower.” Kenneth’s feet padded softly over the bathroom rug and the soft line of Kenneth’s back appeared as the satin drooped down his back before revealing the firm bubble of his ass.


Being pissed could wait until after a good long fuck. Dean didn’t bother to fold his clothes; he let them fall to the floor as he pulled his shirt loose and ripped open his pants in stiff jerks. His boxes fell quickly by the wayside as he pulled open the door to the shower.


Kenneth always knew the perfect way to arch his back and preen in the most ideal position possible. The way his hair fell down over his shoulder in sharp cuts was damn near perfect in its fall, making the angular face sharp and deep with anger.


Without a conscious move on his part, Dean traced the arc of Kenneth’s hips with his fingers before pulling the soapy, wet body against his large chest. “God you feel good.”


“It’s gonna take a hell of a lot more than that to make up for tonight.”


“I know, baby.” Dean whispered into the curl of Kenneth’s ear and felt the tremor of desire move through the slighter figure, “I look forward to every minute of it, Master.” He couldn’t help but smirk at the sigh from Kenneth’s lips.


“Good.” Kenneth let the cold creep back into his voice, knowing the way it always grated against Dean’s nerves. “Wash my body.” Over one shoulder he held the shower puff. “Use my soap not yours.”


Dean smiled and soaped up the puff, He didn’t much care for the things himself, but Kenneth seemed to enjoy it. The silky body wash bubbled quickly and he let one hand feel the bare flesh of his lover as the over dragged the puff over the pale skin of Kenneth’s shoulders. He petted down his lover’s spine, knowing how much Ken liked the feeling of his calloused hands running down his soapy skin. He waited for the moan he knew was building up in Ken’s chest.


“You’re washing me Dean, not feeling me up. Keep your hands to yourself and do the job correctly or don’t bother.”


“Yes, Master.” Dean grimaced and sank to his knees, using the gentle puff to scrub the back of his lover’s legs and cradling his lover’s foot in one hand as he soaped it clean and then switching to the other. It was difficult not to let his hands wander up those lean thighs but he worked efficiently and swept the puff up Ken’s chest and over one arm and then the other.


“My cock, Dean.”


“Yes Master.”


Dean let his fingers skip over Kenneth’s stomach as his soapy hands cupped bare balls and pumped the plumping cock with one sure stroke: just enough to be clean. Sinking to his knees behind his lover he parted the smooth cheeks and whispered up at his lover. “Should I clean here as well?” Dean ducked his head, aware that Kenneth loved the way his tongue felt; there was no way that Ken could still be angry with him after Dean licked him silly.


“Not until I say so.”


“Yes, Master.” Fuck.


“Come dry me off.” Kenneth stepped out of the shower and let the water sluice from his body, the fluffy blue towel lay on the pile of clean towels and Dean dutifully picked it up.


First he wrapped the towel around the ends of Kenneth’s hair and draped a towel over his shoulder, before he pulled a large fluffy towel from the cabinet and slowly began to pet the drops of water off of the soft shoulders to the sharp angle of Ken’s chest. The journey over the curve of his lover’s hip bone and the fullness of his butt begged Dean to circle and squeeze those muscular, full orbs.


“That’s quite enough. Now shower and dry off quickly. I’ll be waiting for you in the bedroom. You have two minutes.”


“Yes Master.” Dean turned and immediately entered the now freezing stream of water. The cold put a damper on his arousal and allowed him to concentrate on the task of pleasing his lover. The smell of irish springs exploded as his soap hit water. The bottle of shampoo squeezed easily and Dean barely sparred the time to rinse himself clean before he jumped from the shower and wiped dry, shaking his short hair off briefly before hurrying to the bedroom.


“Crawl to me.” Kenneth lay back against the bank of pillows at the headboard, letting the image of his body wash over his lover and slave. He loved watching the thick cords of Dean’s muscle grow and curl under all of that tanned and tattooed flesh. There was something about having a larger and more powerful lover crawl to him, which made Kenneth’s insides warm and purr with desire. Dean didn’t fail to disappoint in that regard. The smirk on his lips fell away quickly when he recognized the spread of toys laid out by his lover’s side. That was always a beautiful moment and the sight brought a sexy grin to Kenneth’s lips. “Good boy.” He spread his legs wide and pointed one well manicured foot at his lover. “Lotion me.”


Dean smiled, “Yes Master.” It was another chance to win over his lover from any further punishment. The endless chase, to please the stony heart of his Master and partner, sparked lust deep inside him. He poured the lotion into his hands from the perfumed bottle, knowing it was Kenneth’s favorite: an expensive brand they saved for very rare occasions.


The smell told Kenneth exactly which lotion his pet chose for the night. “You are trying to make it up to me.”


“Yes Master.” Dean kept his head lowered as he dug his thumbs into tense muscles. A good massage always calmed the worse of their tensions. “I’m very sorry for the way I behaved.”


“You should be.” Kenneth didn’t allow Dean the pleasure of his sighs; he kept a blank face to the exquisite torture. “If you’re unhappy with our arrangement than you should tell me and we’ll be done with it outright.”


“No Master.”


“Than what exactly was all that about tonight?” Kenneth waved one hand in the air as if he pointed directly at the acts themselves.


“I didn’t like that you let him touch you.”


“We’ve been over this Dean. I would have stopped him if you hadn’t come into the room, but you did. I don’t have the time to defend myself if you never think to give it to me. I’m not a psychic Dean. I can’t predict when a man will get handsy.”


“You were flirting with him.”


“The other foot.” Kenneth ripped one appendage away to replace it with the other. “I did not flirt with him. I spoke with him. That is the job of a host. We spoke about that before the party and I was clear that I had no intention of being antisocial because of your jealous tendencies.”


“Than you admit you made me jealous.” Dean looked up and realized it was a mistake. The cold stone of Kenneth’s face didn’t move.


“I knew you were jealous. That is my prerogative. I was not cheating. I did not kiss, touch, fuck or suck him.” Kenneth chastised. “My legs.”


Dean moved on, rubbing up the smooth calves with rhythmic strokes and back down shins with gentle caresses.


“It’s not hard to make you jealous, Dean.” Kenneth leaned back on the bed and let his fingers stroke over the blue dildo to his right. “You’re jealous the second I look at a man.” Kenneth watched Dean’s eyes follow his fingers and the muscle in his jaw tick. “You’re jealous of plastic toys.”


Dean looked up into the knowing gaze of his lover and then back down to the pale skin beneath his hands.


“My hands and arms next.” Kenneth reached down and let his fingers caress Dean’s jaw, allowing the gentle kiss to press against the side of his hand.


“I’m sorry I’m jealous.”


“I don’t mind that you’re jealous.” Kenneth smirked at the confusion on Dean’s face. “It means you’re paying attention. I mind that you then behave stupidly because you’re jealous. You dance with that boy all night because you wanted to piss me off.”


“I didn’t-“


“Oh yes you did.” Kenneth switched his hands and let a moan bubble from his lips as Dean obediently massaged a knot away. “You did it on purpose. You did it because you thought you could punish me.”


“I won’t be punished Dean.”


“Yes, Master.”


Kenneth rolled onto his stomach and spread his legs. “My ass.”


Dean nodded and let his hands work the firm tight muscles of his Master’s behind. He worked in silence for a few moments


“Kiss it.”


Dean brushed his lips over the soft skin. “Thank you, Master.” The first kiss was gentle, the second began the trail to the other cheek. The third landed at the small dimple above the left cheek and the forth in the center of the lean muscle.


Kenneth let his head rest to one side, enjoying the gentle kisses of his submissive. He could lay here for hours under that worshipping mouth, but there were lessons to be had and the night was waning. “Kiss my hole.”


Dean took a deep breath and parted the cheeks of his Master’s ass. “Thank you.”


The gust of air over his hole made Kenneth sigh. “Good boy, now kiss it.”


Dean placed a single kiss to the clean pucker and let his wet lips linger for a moment the way he knew Kenneth enjoyed.


“Again.”


The second kiss was longer still.


“Again.”


The third was accompanied by soft sigh from Kenneth’s lips that made Dean’s own curl.


“Lick me.”


“Thank you Master,” Dean let his control slip away as his tongue snaked down between the globes of Ken’s ass to the hole between them. He tasted of soap and vaguely of lotion from his own fingers, but the taste was nothing short of amazing. The tight ring of muscle moved under his tongue as he swiped at it gentle and then kissed it like one might a lover, his tongue poking in slightly and dipping into the clenching ring.


“Such a sweet tongue.” Kenneth sighed.


Dean took that as the sign it was and ate his lover with long deep strokes of his tongue. Soon he was buried as deep as possible in his Master’s ass, wiggling his tongue to try and reach all the spots that Kenneth loved licked. The moans and groans from his Master told him that he was forgiven. The trespasses of the night disappeared under the brilliant pleasure of his tongue. The pride and confidence settled into his stomach and he took his time teasing and wringing out every reaction that he could. He wanted a finger in his lover and he knew that he’d get it with his tongue. As long as he kept licking those brilliant spots he could have one then two then three fingers buried in Ken’s ass before he begged for his thick cock. God yes that sounded good at the moment.


“Stop.”


The cold command caught Dean completely by surprise, so much so that he did actually stop and stare over the curve of his lover’s ass at the smirk there.


“You have a good tongue Dean, but I’m not going to forgive you just because you give an excellent rim job.” Ken rolled over in the bed and walked across the room to the chair at the vanity. He spun it around toward the bed. “Sit.”


Dean sat down.


“Now you are going to be a very good boy and let me finish my business before we continue this conversation.”


The satin ties were cold against his wrists, but Dean wouldn’t break them for the world. They both knew that until Kenneth untied them himself or ordered them undone, Dean might as well be chained to the chair. The weight of his early failures felt about as heavy as chain. This was punishment alright. The blue dildo glistened with lube in the light streaming from the bathroom.


“This is going to feel so good.” Kenneth placed a chaste kiss to the tip of the toy before leaning back against his bed of pillows. The toy slid over one crease in Ken’s hip before tracing lightly against his cock, the sudden hum of vibration brougham answering hum from Kenneth’s lips. “This is going to feel very good.” The last word was a groan as the vibrating tip pressed against his spit slick hole. “You loosened me up so nicely for the toy, Dean.” Kenneth smirked and let a moan slip as the toy penetrated him. “It hits my prostate…. Ugh… just right.” Kenneth let every sound he was inclined to make slip loose. “So good inside me.” He grunted as the toy pushed deep. “So big.” Kenneth squirmed and let one hand wrap around his dick in a slow stroke, he knew the beads of precum would slick his cock and make it shine in the dim light. Kenneth opened his eyes and locked gazes with Dean, he could see all of the frustration and need welling up inside him as Ken pushed himself toward orgasm. “Remove the ties and come over here.” Kenneth didn’t bother to stop his masturbation.


“Yes Master.” Dean pushed and pulled loose of the bonds.


“Between my legs, head down. I want you to get a good view of everything.”


Dean groaned and swallowed, his face a few inches from the fluttering hole of his lover. The blue dildo pressed inside in one slick motion. The view was maddening. “Please.”


“Yes I’m quite pleased.”


“Please, Master. Let me pleasure you.”


“Very well.”


“Thank you thank you thank you.” Dean could have cried he ached so badly.


“Fuck me with the dildo. Slowly. The same pace that I used.”


Dean groaned and let his head fall between his shoulders. His fingers were shaky as he took hold of the base and rocked the toy inside. It took everything in him not to change the pace and fuck his lover until he screamed.


“Use the black one next.” Kenneth ordered.


Dean looked at the toy that rivaled the size of this own cock with disdain. It had been used to replace him before and it would be again. It pressed inside and Dean fought not to rip the toy out and fling it across the room.


“Ugh… so fucking good.” Kenneth rocked his hips down in smooth even gestures that helped swallow the toy.


“Please.”


“Nothing could be better than this.” Kenneth teased and moaned again at a well placed thrust of the toy.


“I’ll be better Master. Take me.”


Kenneth grinned and raised an eyebrow. “And what about you is better than my friend here?” Kenneth preened and purred as he fucked himself against the dildo.


“I’m real. My cock is warm, thick, alive.” Dean swallowed as the toy disappeared. “You can feel me pulse and throb… I can fill you with my hot cum.”


“And why would I want all that mess when I can have a nice… ugh… clean orgasm all by myself.”


Dean sobbed in desperation, “Please, I’ll be better. I swear it. So much better. Just have me and not this damn thing.” Dean continued to pump the toy even as he fought with the edge of his sanity.


“Maybe I will have to try you out.” Kenneth grinned, “See how you compare to my other toys.”


“Yes, thank you… thank you master.” Dean kissed every piece of flesh he could find, his hands petted over smooth skin in thanks.


“Over me, Dean.” Kenneth took in the glorious sight and feel of his lover hovering over his body. Those dark nipples that loved pain twisted easily, bringing more desperate pleading to his ears. “So beautiful Dean. Such a good toy.”


“Please.”


“This is my time Dean. You only move when I tell you to or if I move your hips.”


Dean nodded slowly. “Yes Master, Please.”


Kenneth took the time to arrange his knees just at the right angle on Dean’s hips; he pumped that hard cock a few times in his hand. “Very nice.”


“Thank you.” It was a weak plea at best.


The first feeling of Dean against his hole was hot and burning, the true feeling of skin to skin unduplicated by any toy. “Very nice,” Slowly Kenneth guided the length just a little inside him, letting the head rest just inside his body before drawing it out and then pressing back in again. The stretch was amazing and the bolts of pleasure through his spine rolled up through his body and back down again. The look on his lover’s face was beautiful. “Kiss me gently.” Kenneth ordered.


Dean lowered his lips to his Masters and moaned desperately when he slipped inside that warm body again. He wanted to move so badly, but Kenneth just held him inside and squeezed with those brilliant muscles of his. “Please.” He gasped, his hips trying to move in the iron grip keeping them still. “I’m sorry,… just please… I can’t… please.”


The desperation was enough to make Kenneth shiver and he drank it down in a heavy kiss, pressing down on his submissive’s hips until they were flush and deep together. “God yes.”


“thank you… thank you.” Dean panted in his ear.


“Shhh… slowly.” Kenneth eased them apart, gripping as hard as he could as his lover pulled out and pushed slowly back inside. “That feels amazing.”


“That feels so good… god I can’t Kenneth… I don’t think I can.” Dean’s arms trembled and his hands clenched and unclenched as he forced his hips to obey Kenneth’s hands.


“You can do it baby.” Kenneth arched and gasped as he found his prostate with his lovers cock. “There…. Right there.” He urged slight little strokes with his hands until the motion continued without his constant movement. “Good boy… right there.” Kenneth kissed and caressed his lover’s body, enjoying the amazing feeling of the prostate massage combined with the sweat covered muscles of his lover and the desperate pleas in his ear. “Stroke me once hard.” The single long stroke made Kenneth seize up and scream pleasure. “Once more Dean,” The second was like an explosion… all of his control exploded and he came in one burst of pleasure. The still constant movement of Dean’s hips made him writhe and cry out with ecstacy even as he spurted cum over Dean’s chest. Their mutual panting continued until Kenneth stopped Dean’s movements with desperate hands. “No more.”


Dean shook over his lover. His cock was pulsing and pleading inside the tight ass of his Master. There was nothing better than the feeling of his cock being strangled by the muscles inside his Master; but to be so close to orgasm, to know that he was inside his Master and still he couldn’t fuck him, was maddening. “Please… please… please…” It was an endless mantra over and over again as he sought the permission his body and mind needed.


“Look at me Dean,” Kenneth cupped Dean’s face between his hands and bright blue eyes opened up with all the pleasure and pain and desperation of true submission. “Good boy,”


“Thank you.” The smile was genuine as his heart leapt at the praise.


“Once more for both of us.”


Dean groaned and nodded with his eyes shut…. He could bring his Master to orgasm again… he could do it.


“Fuck me Dean. Fuck me as hard as you can.”


For a moment Dean looked at him in pure awe. All the love in Kenneth’s face and all the pride voice told him everything that the command did. That melted away to the stone and determination of dominance.


“I said fuck me until I come again. You come when I come a second time.”


“Thank you.” Two words and a quick peck later Dean pressed down into his master, and pulled the lithe body against his own as the bed rocked and groaned in protest. “Thank you, Master.” The pleasure to move, to shove into the hot sensitive body of his lover had him shaking and twitching and gasping with pleasure. The denial of such pleasure heightened every thrust after.


Another fierce kiss sparked between them as Dean dutifully gripped Kenneth’s cock and Kenneth screamed his pleasure into an open, panting mouth. “Harder.”


The fever bright eyes twinkled with love as he obeyed the command, slamming even harder into his lover. “I can’t hold out any longer.”


“Get me off before you come.” The order came through gritted teeth and seconds later Kenneth came with an arched back and an opened mouth scream, his cum shooting up between them in pale shots.


“Just a little…. More… FUCK!” Dean growled and clenched his teeth as his body seized up and thrust again in a powerful orgasm that had him stiff and breathless… “Shit…” a few more deep thrusts sought though expletives and Dean collapsed beside his lover, careful not to crush the smaller man. His lips covered every inch of skin he could find, his sticky wet cock didn’t so much as twitch, it was completely sated as they shared a deep, gentle kiss. “You’re amazing.”


“I know.” Kenneth purred and nuzzled against the shoulder of his lover. “Half an hour in bed and then we take a bath.”


“Gladly, love.”


“Good boy.”