Chapter Two
(Chapter Note: The italicized part is fantasy)

Chris stood in the lobby of the hotel apart from Tyson and Jay, who were whispering to each other as they all waited for the clerk's attention. His gaze was trained stubbornly on the dark tiled floor, and his mind began to wander uncontrollably once more fantasizing about the big bald and tattooed man that he longed for.

Chris stood studying the man on the bed. His chest was encased in leather and metal sporting Chris's favorite harness which tonight was being used more for the look than anything else. Ty's hands were restrained at the wrist attached to the lamp on the headboard above his head. His blue eyes burned intensely with need and something else that Chris wasn't quite sure was namable. His body glistened in the yellow light of the cheap lamp from the fine sheen of sweat covering his naked flesh.

Slowly Chris paced around like some caged animal, his gaze locked on his lover's as ideas swirled around in his head and one by one they were discarded until finally he just stood at the end of the bed gazing down at his lover. He was beautiful like this. His muscles rippled as his body shifted ever so slightly and Chris found himself crawling onto the bed and up his lover's body until he found himself straddling the bigger man's waist. Slowly he leaned forward until his head hovered above Ty's their lips just inches apart as he gazed into eyes slitting as the big man grew unhappy with the attention.

He hated this, Chris knew it well. Ty hated being looked at, studied, watched and no matter how soundly asleep you thought he was he always knew, so the only real time Chris had to appreciate his lover's body was when he had him bound like this totally at his mercy. He heard the soft growl and slowly a smile spread over Chris' lips that was far removed from something his fans would expect to see on his pretty face. He loved that sound. That growl. Deep and low. So soft that sometimes you weren't sure that you'd heard it except for the goose bumps that had risen on the back of your arms. It took him places. Places that his fans definitely didn't expect him to venture into.

Lowering his head slightly further downward, Chris heard as the growl turned more in expectation and impatience. His lover's other great dislike. Waiting. He didn't do it well. He especially did not like doing it when he had little to no control over changing it. Like now. When he was bound helpless under his lover's wants and needs. Unable to do anything but wait… wait for Chris to decide what direction he wanted to go in that night…. Wait for Chris to decide what he was going to do to him that night... wait for the agonizing waiting to finally be over.

Chuckling low and soft Chris climbed off the bed smiling to himself when he heard Ty's growl of frustration. Wandering over to his bag Chris picked up a flogger with a fuzzy handle. Slowly he ran the soft leather thru his fist testing the feel of it running over his flesh as his mind began to work. Turning he made his way back to his lover and resumed his position straddling him this time sitting up straight resting on his knees.

Slowly Chris ran his hand over Ty's stomach, his eyes watching his lover's, which were trained on the flogger. Under his touch he could feel the muscles working in anticipation of what Ty knew was to come. Without warning Chris lifted his arm and brought the strands of leather across the bare flesh of Ty's stomach and chest, in response Ty's breath caught sharply and his eyes closed as his neck arched. He'd often wondered what went thru his lover's mind at that first strike, what that look on his face meant as the leather struck his flesh and the pleasure mixed in with the pain was so easily readable on his features. Soon the eyes opened again. Now they were more intense than even before, but this time their need was unmistakable, their meaning could have been read by a blind man.

Again the arm was raised and again the leather strands were brought down across the flesh slightly harder this time than before and this time when the neck arched and the eyes closed a word escaped those lips he'd lavished with attention so often. "God," Chris never knew if it was a prayer or a curse, but had come to expect it from his large lover. He'd long ago decided to take it as a sign that he was doing his job well and leave it at that. Sometimes he wasn't sure he really wanted to know what his lover was thinking even if the curiosity almost killed him some days.

Quietly he worked for several minutes bringing the leather down onto the flesh watching as his lover worked his way up the rising waves of his need and desire. Soon though he didn't need to read his face to know how much the need had grown, because he could feel his lover's cock stiffening and beginning to press against him. With his free hand Chris reached back around and began to stroke the hardening flesh running his fingers up the length and over the head circling it with his thumb before moving his attention back downward.

As always his eyes remained focused on Ty's face watching the emotions play across his features waiting for, anticipating, craving that moment when they both needed more than what he was giving them. He saw the change, but had felt it coming not unfamiliar with this man or this situation. When the eyes opened again pinning him down with the intense hazel gaze, he knew that it was time for something more, even before the plea slipped from the big man's lips. "Christopher." More words were not necessary between them. He knew everything that the other man wanted to say. He knew what he was asking for, what he needed because it matched his own needs and desires.

Leaning down he pressed his mouth to Ty's grabbing a hot hard kiss wishing he could feel those hands sink into his blond strands as if trying to hold them together for an eternity or longer. Soon though his needs became too much to ignore, as his own cock had hardened drastically and was demanding attention. Climbing off the bed once more he hurried to the bag, throwing things out as he searched for the tube there before coming back to take up his position once more.

Quickly he spread the sticky substance over his fingers before reaching around himself to give himself a quick stretch to avoid the intense pain that would come with no preparation. Unlike his lover he did not hold a great love for experiencing pain, preferring rather to give it to someone who would appreciate it. Leaning down he grabbed another kiss before lifting up and placing himself above his lover's shaft. Pausing for only a moment he looked into his lover's eyes once more as he began to…

"Chris are you coming?"

Jerking violently, Chris looked up breathless and realized that he had been daydreaming again. Hearing that deep rumble again on top of the fantasy was almost too much for the poor blonde and Chris couldn't help but squeak wide-eyed as his jaw worked opening and closing wordlessly. He saw Tyson's eyebrow lift in question, but words would not come as his brain stubbornly refused to let go of the daydream.

He began to wonder if his mind had finally snapped as the dual images of this man fought for attention in his head. The image of this big man bound to the bed and helpless under his control was simply too much for him to give up until a big hand rose to brush across his cheek. "Poor little lion," Ty said softly almost caressing the smaller man with his voice. "All worked up and no one to take care of him."

"Oh I am sure you can figure something out, baldy," Chris heard Jay quip. "And I think you better do somethin soon before my Chrissy expires from a lack of blood loss to the brain." Chris glanced over at Jay confused and when his friend pointed down, Chris finally glanced down to see that his desires were painfully obvious to the whole world. Groaning he put his hands over his face, but found them removed gently but insistently. Mortified he looked up into hazel eyes expecting to see ridicule and disgust, but instead only finding kindness, acceptance, and strangely enough at least to Chris' fragile mind desire.

Confused he opened his mouth to question what he saw there, but found his lips covered by the hand once more as the deep rumbling voice wrapped around him once more. "You're staying with us tonight Christopher. I think it's time you got some answers even if you're too afraid to ask the questions." Quickly Chris' eyes flew to Jay only to find his friend smiling at him and bouncing not seeming to care in the least that it appeared as though he was going to be… doing… something… with his man before the night was through. "Jay's right Christopher," Ty said pulling Chris' attention back to him. "Let's go before you expire here on the spot…. Or come in your pants… I am not sure which would be worse." Giggling Jay led the way into the elevator taking them to their room as Chris found himself being led along behind his friend by his obsession, who was holding his hand.

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