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Zane was missing in the morning, which wasn’t odd in itself; he got up earlier than Riley every day, so it wasn’t unusual that Riley was the only person in bed when he woke up. What was unusual was that Zane had taken their car.
Riley didn’t like that; he didn’t like not knowing where Zane was going. They didn’t have to be attached at the hip or anything, but when they went out they should know where the other person was, so they could find each other if something happened. Plus. they were supposed to go to the gym together today.
Riley frowned at the empty spot in the parking lot that should have been occupied by their car. His phone buzzed as he stood there, and he looked down and read a text from Peter:
You’re more trusting than I am dude! Letting your bf out of your sight like that!?
Riley scoffed and sent back a ???,
Peter answered,
Did you not see how hot he was looking this morning??
Riley scowled at that and sent I don’t think that’s how you spell “jealous” in response.
Peter texted back Dude you’re so naive, I’ve got pics and then sent Riley a string of photos.
The first photo showed Zane in a too tight top and shorts that barely covered his legs at all, holding his gym bag and looking back over his shoulder. Riley’s eyes widened at that. Riley scrolled on, and the next few photos showed Zane actually doing weights and stuff. And okay, yeah, he was looking hot. He was always looking hot, but Riley couldn’t help feeling like he was dressed extra sexy today, which would've been great, if Riley was actually there.
Riley was so focused on staring at the photos that he jumped when his phone buzzed again. It was Peter, texting.
Hey, you coming to the gym? I’ll show you what I’m talking about.
Riley texted back that he would be right there and then called an ride.
When he got to the gym, Peter waved him over and Riley went over to him. “Hey...so...” he asked.
“Well, I saw your boyfriend at the gym this morning looking like that,” Peter said, “and I was like ‘where’s Riley? Why’s he let Zane go out looking so hot alone?’” Peter laughed at himself. “And then he did this,” Peter added, holding up his phone and playing a video he’d recorded.
In it, Zane was doing some weight lifting and had one of the trainers helping him adjust his position. And then the trainer touched him, actually touched him – his leg or whatever, to help him with his form. “He knows that’s going to get a rise out of you,” Peter said, tsking.
Riley was actually going to argue with him, but then he looked at Zane over on the other side of the gym and saw how many people were staring at him. Not even just dudes; there were women over there who were clearly not looking at Zane because they wanted to talk to him about politics.
Riley scowled. He didn’t want a bunch of other people looking at Zane like that; Zane belonged to him.
Peter was saying something and Riley had a vague impression of it being something about how Zane was trying to drive him crazy, but Riley didn’t actually care about that right then, he cared about getting to Zane and claiming him, like putting his arm around his shoulder and announcing to everyone that Zane was his. Because that was the most important thing, that everyone knew that Zane wasn’t just a random person at the gym. That Zane was his boyfriend and he better not try fucking anything.
He didn’t, though, he just went over and sat down next to Zane on the bench he was sitting on to take a break between sets. He took a moment to look Zane up and down before saying, “Well aren’t you looking pretty.” His voice dripping with sarcasm. He didn’t even realize he’d said it until after it came out of his mouth. And yeah, maybe it sounded mean, but he didn’t mean it, not really.
Zane looked at him and arched a brow. “You too Riley,” he said, sounding amused, “you too.”
“Yeah, thanks,” Riley said. He was wearing his usual gym clothes – an old t-shirt and some sweatpants, he wasn’t even sure he looked in the mirror before he left the apartment.
“Hey Zane, it was great helping you with that workout earlier,” one of the trainers said, approaching them. “I was just talking to a guy I work with about how amazing you looked while you were doing it. He’s definitely going to want to hit that when he sees it.” And then, like that wasn’t enough, he actually reached out and touched Zane’s arm.
Riley wanted to snap at the dude for touching Zane like that. He wanted to snap at Zane too, for letting him, for dressing up in the first place, for going out of the house looking like he did and then for flirting with this trainer instead of telling him to fuck off.
“Yeah, thanks for the help,” Zane said. “Maybe we can get together again sometime?”
“I’d really like that,” the trainer said.
“I need you to come home with me,” Riley said.
Zane blinked at him, clearly taken aback. “Okay?” he said. “But –“
“No buts,” Riley cut him off. “I need you to come home.”
The trainer was giving him a weird look. “Did you know he was here?” he asked Zane.
Zane shrugged and said, “He knew I was coming here, yeah.”
“And I’m your boyfriend,” Riley said, sounding unimpressed.
Zane looked over at him and smirked
A few minutes later, they were both sitting in the car. Riley was driving. He glanced over at Zane a few times, who was looking straight ahead and not saying anything.
“Are you mad at me?” Zane finally asked.
“Fuck no,” Riley said. “I’m not mad.”
Zane didn’t say anything, so Riley finally looked over at him and said, “You looked hot today, though.”
“Yeah?” Zane asked.
Riley nodded. “Yeah. I mean, you look hot all the time. But –“ he cut himself off. “Fuck, Zane, you know I don’t like it when other guys check you out like that.”
“You do know I did it on purpose, right?” Zane asked. “Dress up like this and go to the gym in the morning without telling you.”
“Yeah,” Riley said. He knew that Zane knew how he felt about him showing himself off to other people, and he also knew that Zane did it on purpose anyway. “It was like you wanted me to be jealous. Like you wanted me to do this.”
“Kind of,” Zane said, with a shrug.
“So why did you?” Riley asked. It wasn’t a question that he really expected an answer for, but Zane surprised him by responding.
“Because I like it,” he said. “When you get jealous and all worked up over me. Like, it makes me feel special. Like I’m yours and no one else’s.”
“I get worked up because you’re my boyfriend,” Riley said. He felt like he needed to say that. “It has nothing to do with how you look.”
Zane smirked at him. “You sure?”
“Yeah,” Riley said.
“You’re full of shit,” Zane laughed.
“I’m not,” Riley said.
“Yeah you are,” Zane insisted.
Riley huffed out a breath and didn’t say anything. He knew he should apologize for snapping at him earlier, but he wasn’t really in the right mindset to apologize right then.
They got home, and Riley went straight to the bedroom. He kicked off his shoes and then just stood up to wait for Zane to get into the room. He wanted to just pounce on him as soon as he walked through the door, but instead he just stood there. He didn’t know how he wanted to do this, exactly. He just knew that it would be something intense and remind Zane why he was with Riley and not one of those randoms at the gym.
Zane walked into the room and looked around. Then he saw Riley and said, “Uh –“ He cut himself off and stepped into the room. “Hi,” he said.
Riley didn’t respond, instead just staring at Zane as he looked around the room. It was quiet and still in there and felt dim despite the windows, even though the blinds were open and sunlight was streaming in.
“What are we doing?” Zane asked, sounding a little nervous.
“I want you naked,” Riley finally said.
“Oh,” Zane said.
“Take off your clothes,” Riley added, just in case.
Zane nodded and looked down at his clothes. He pulled off his tank top first and then reached down to take off his shorts. Riley’s eyes were glued to him as he stripped, staring at the lines and curves of his body. Riley felt his cock twitching in his pants, already getting hard at the sight of Zane, naked in front of him.
Zane shimmied out of his underwear and then stepped out of them, standing in front of Riley in just his socks. “Take off the socks,” Riley commanded.
“But then I’ll be completely naked,” Zane said, giving him a little smirk.
“You’re supposed to be,” Riley said, raising a brow. “Now.”
Zane nodded and bent down to peel off the socks. He stood up, completely naked, and looked at Riley. Riley’s heart was pounding; he wanted to grab Zane and push him against the wall and fuck him into it. But he didn’t, instead he looked at him.
“You did that on purpose,” he said after a moment.
“Yes,” Zane agreed.
Riley took a step closer to him. “You wanted me to get jealous,” he said.
“Maybe,” Zane replied, with a small shrug. He wasn’t looking at Riley now, just down at the floor.
Riley stepped even closer to Zane so that they were nearly touching. “Well, I did get jealous,” he said. His voice was low and rough sounding.
“Yeah?” Zane looked up at him.
Riley nodded and then wrapped a hand around Zane’s wrist. “You need to get punished,” he said.
“For what?” Zane whispered. His eyes were dark and full of lust as he stared at Riley.
“For giving everyone in that gym the wrong idea,” Riley said. His hand tightened on Zane’s wrist just slightly. “For dressing up like that and going out in public like that.”
Riley felt his chest rising and falling as he breathed. His cock was hard and straining against his pants.
“Sorry,” Zane said teasing, looking up at Riley with big eyes.
“You should be,” Riley said. “But that isn’t going to be enough.”
“No?” Zane asked softly.
“No,” Riley said. He tugged on Zane’s arm. “Get on the bed.” He didn’t need to say it twice, Zane went over to the bed and sat down. “On your back,” Riley told him.
Zane leaned back and laid on the bed, staring up at Riley. “What are you going to do to me?” he whispered.
Riley felt a rush of power at that. He’d been thinking about how to punish Zane for like fifteen minutes now, but hearing him ask made his mind go blank. “Don’t worry about it,” he said instead.
He went over to the dresser and rummaged through it. He pulled out a few toys and tossed them on the bed next to Zane.
“Wow,” Zane said softly. “Stavros, you’re planning on wrecking me.”
He was staring at the toys with a look of lust that made Riley’s cock twitch.
Riley wasn’t going to dignify that with a response. Instead, he went back over to the bed and looked at Zane, who was still looking at the toys. He waited until Zane looked at him before saying anything. “Do you have anything to say to me?”
Zane frowned, like he wasn’t sure what Riley was asking. “Um,” he started.
“Tell me that you won’t do it again,” Riley prompted.
“I won’t,” Zane said. He sounded like he was holding back a chuckle, it wasn’t good enough for Riley.
“You little…” Riley said, feeling a fire light in him, but not one of anger. “Come here,” he said, holding his hand out to Zane.
Zane’s eyes lit up at that and he reached up to take Riley’s hand. Riley tugged on him and helped him to his feet. Then he turned Zane around so he was facing away and pushed on his back to make him bend over. Zane bent over the bed, propping himself up with his arms. Riley stood behind him, staring at his ass. He could already see it was flushed and Zane was breathing harshly.
“What are you doing?” Zane gasped.
“You’ll see,” Riley promised.
He reached forward and slapped Zane’s ass, hard. Zane gasped again and then whimpered.
“You liked all that attention at the gym?” Riley asked.
“I don’t know,” Zane answered. His voice sounded high and a little shaky. “I liked how it made you jealous.”
“You liked how it made me jealous?” Riley asked again. He slapped Zane’s ass again.
“Yes,” Zane cried out, “oh fuck Riley!”
“How did it make me jealous?” Riley asked. He slapped Zane again.
“I don’t know, it just –“ Zane broke off with a moan.
Riley spanked him again, harder this time. “How did it?” he asked again.
“It made you think that all those people were looking at me and that you would have to fight them off,” Zane said finally. “It made you think you had to protect me and stake your claim.”
Riley slapped him again. “That’s right,” he agreed. “Because you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” Zane whispered.
“That’s right,” Riley said again. He spanked Zane again and then reached out to rub his hand over the red skin.
“Riley,” Zane whined.
Riley bent down and kissed him, right on the ass. He felt Zane shudder underneath him. Then he stood up again and looked down at Zane’s backside. His handprints were bright red on the tanned skin. He bent down again and kissed it.
“Riley, what are you doing?”
“I’m kissing it better,” Riley said. He heard Zane let out a little breath. He looked up to see that Zane had turned around and was looking at him. His face was flushed and his eyes dark. His hard cock was twitching between his legs. “You’re a really good boyfriend,” Zane told him.
“Hope so,” Riley said softly. He reached down and took Zane’s cock in his hand. “But I still think you need to be punished.”
“Oh fuck,” Zane breathed. “Yeah?” His voice was high sounding.
Riley nodded and reached down for a tube of lube. He squeezed some out on his fingers and then reached back to rim Zane. He teased him for a while, rubbing circles around the rim and then sliding his fingers in slowly. Zane gasped and moaned with every thrust.
When Riley thought Zane was ready, he stood up. Zane looked at him over his shoulder, breathing hard.
“Get on your hands and knees,” Riley told him, “and face the wall.”
Zane did that and Riley walked over to stand behind him. He stared at Zane’s ass for a minute before reaching for a toy. It was a larger than life blue and yellow dildo. Zane had bought it months ago but never really gotten around to using it, mostly because Riley liked things simple and vanilla. But today it seemed right. He picked it up and stared at it, thinking.
Then he looked at Zane, still bent over the bed and looking at him over his shoulder.
“You like to suck dick,” he stated. “So suck this one.”
Zane blinked at him and then nodded. “Okay,” he said softly.
Riley walked over to him and held the dildo out. Zane’s tongue flickered out and licked the head and then Riley pushed it into his mouth. He moaned and Riley felt his cock twitch at the sound.
He moved a little closer and pressed the dildo a little farther into Zane’s mouth. Zane moaned again and sucked on it eagerly. Riley reached down to grab a hold of his balls as he watched him suck on the toy.
Zane made a happy moaning sound and then pulled back to take a breath. Riley immediately pushed the dildo back into his mouth, making him moan again. This time he didn’t stop until Zane was deep throating it.
Zane was moaning loudly now, the sound vibrating against the toy and making Riley feel it all the way in his balls. He groaned loudly and pushed the toy deeper into Zane’s throat. Zane choked around it but didn’t pull away.
“Swallow it,” Riley hissed. He felt his cock twitch again at the sight of it disappearing into Zane’s mouth.
Zane moaned in response and took it a little deeper. Riley watched the dildo slide in and out of his mouth, a little bit of spit leaking out to drip onto the bed.
“Fuck,” Riley moaned. “Fuck yeah.”
He looked down at Zane, whose eyes were still dark and whose cheeks were flushed. His face was red from choking on the dildo. He looked beautiful.
Riley pulled the dildo out of Zane’s mouth and reached over him to toss it onto the bed. Then he reached down and grabbed a hold of Zane’s hips. He yanked him up so that Zane was sitting on the bed with his knees spread wide. With a quick squirt of lube, Riley pressed into Zane quickly, not giving him time to prepare.
Zane cried out and arched his back. “Riley,” he gasped. “Oh my god.”
“Shut up,” Riley said roughly. “You’re going to take it like a good boy and not make a sound.”
“Oh Riley, I love it when you get like this,” Zane said instead of shutting up. He was arching his back and writhing around Riley’s cock.
Riley grunted and pushed into him again. “Good,” he said roughly, “I love when you’re like this too.”
Zane was crying out with each thrust now. His body was bucking up to meet Riley’s thrusts. Riley leaned forward and kissed him roughly. Zane groaned into the kiss.
“You’re mine,” Riley said against his lips. “Only mine.”
“Only yours,” Zane repeated. He wrapped his legs around Riley’s hips and pulled him in deeper.
“Mine,” Riley said again. “You belong to me.”
“Yes,” Zane whimpered. “Yes Riley.”
“You’re my boyfriend,” Riley added. “My fucking boyfriend.”
“Uh huh,” Zane gasped. He was thrusting up to meet Riley with a desperation that made Riley feel good. “My boyfriend too,” he added.
Riley grunted at that. His balls were tightening up and he could tell he was close. He felt Zane tighten around him too and knew that he was almost there as well.
“Riley,” Zane gasped, “Riley please.”
“Please what?” Riley grunted.
“Please make me cum,” Zane begged. “Please Riley.”
“You want me to make you cum?” Riley asked, feeling his own orgasm approaching. He wanted nothing more than to make Zane cum.
“Oh my god, please,” Zane pleaded
Riley thrust into him a few more times and then pulled out completely. “I don’t think you deserve it,” he said roughly.
“I deserve it,” Zane said quickly. “Please.”
Riley looked at him and raised a brow. Then he leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “Maybe if you beg a little more,” he said against his lips.
“Please,” Zane begged, “please Riley, please.” He was reaching down to stroke his cock.
Riley grabbed his hand and pulled it away. “Not yet,” he said roughly. Then he pressed back into Zane, making him cry out. “Please what?”
“Please make me cum Riley,” Zane begged.
“Why should I?” Riley asked roughly. He thrust into Zane again, feeling his cock twitch and his balls tighten.
“Because you’re my boyfriend,” Zane gasped back.
Zane moaned and looked up at him as he stroked himself to orgasm, shooting over Riley’s stomach. Riley let out a loud groan and then felt his orgasm overtake him. He leaned forward and shot his load all over Zane’s face, covering his cheeks and lips.
Zane let out a long groan and collapsed back against the bed as the orgasm rolled over him. Riley collapsed on top of him, panting and feeling drained. After a minute, he lifted his head to look down at Zane, who looked blissful and sated.
Riley leaned down to press a kiss to Zane’s lips and then leaned back to look at him. Zane was still lying there with his eyes half closed and a soft look on his face.
Riley licked his lips and then wiped them with the back of his hand. Then he moved back to sit up between Zane’s legs, staring down at the cum on his stomach and face.
“You’re a fucking mess,” he said softly. He leaned down and licked up the cum on Zane’s cheek. “Open your mouth.”
Zane opened his mouth and Riley used his tongue to scoop up the cum that was dripping off his chin. Zane swallowed it down, still looking blissed out. Then Riley reached down and scooped up the cum from his stomach, holding it out to Zane, who swallowed that too.
Riley collapsed back onto the bed next to him and watched as Zane wiped his face clean with his shirt.
After a few minutes of silence, Riley asked softly, “Was that okay? Wasn’t it too much?”
Zane smiled lazily and leaned forward to kiss him. “That was exactly what I wanted,” he said. “If you want to know what I want, just ask.”
Riley smirked. “Well I’m going to the gym tomorrow,” he said. “So you might want to wear something more appropriate.”
Zane laughed. “Like what? A chastity belt?” he asked, leaning over to kiss Riley again. “Because I don’t think that will make you too happy.”
Riley snorted. “Well just nothing too hot,” he said.
-
The next day Zane slept in.
Riley left him a note saying that he was going to the gym. When Zane woke up, he read it and then immediately looked at the time. He cursed and jumped out of bed, heading for the shower.
When he got to the gym, Riley was already in the middle of a workout. He was sweating and glistening all over, shirtless wearing shorts that Zane was pretty sure were from his closet.
Zane stared at him, mouth hanging open. The other people at the gym were staring too, and Riley looked like he knew it.
Zane went over to him and said, “And what are you up to?”
Riley just smirked. “Just working out,” he said casually.
“Like that?” Zane demanded. “Are you kidding me?”
“I don’t see what the big deal is,” Riley said. He was wiping the sweat off his face with his towel. “You wear less when you work out.”
“Well yeah but I’m not a huge muscle dude who looks like a Greek god in the nude,” Zane argued.
Riley chuckled. “Greek god?” he said, flexing his muscles, “I’m not all that.”
Zane just rolled his eyes and then said, “Fine, just make sure you don’t start any shit.”
“What?” Riley asked innocently. “I’ve just been chatting with some of the guys, following your example, they’re really sweet.” Riley teased.
“Okay! I get it.” Zane said.
“Good,” Riley replied. “Now I want you to do a good workout so I can see your abs.” Riley said.
“Yeah, well, I’m going to make sure everyone else here can see them too.”
Riley raised a brow. “This was supposed to stop you from doing stuff like that!”
“Then I guess you’re going to have to be a lot more dominant tonight,” Zane replied, grinning.
Riley smirked in response. “Don’t get used to it, it's not my style.” He said, and then he leaned down to kiss Zane.