Constant, page 7
“So work is all taken care of?” Andrew asked. “Or will they be calling back later?”
“Nah. I’m good.” Roddy turned to look into Andrew’s eyes. “I’m not shocked they needed me, but I wish I wasn’t so important. Thankfully my friend, one of the anchors, stepped in. I’ve got a story about a student art exhibition for tomorrow and a story about the community center for Tuesday or Wednesday. Have you ever heard of the Lyons Community Center? My reporter, Holden, set up an interview with the director and some of the staff. They’ve been doing great with the kids on the south side. The schools are reporting an uptick in the attendance numbers and the grades.”
“I’ve heard of it.” Andrew bit the inside of his cheek to keep from groaning. Fuck. He wasn’t ready to let Roddy into that part of his life yet—not when he hadn’t decided if they were ready to go the distance. He doubted the people at the center would want a Dom in charge of children. Liam hadn’t minded, but others might. What if the general public found out? He knew damn well they’d have a fit. He’d be labeled a sex worker and banned from being around kids.
If he and Roddy were going to be together for more than a few months, he had a plan for the future. No more dates at the club. They’d play at home and he’d work at the community center. But he wanted to sort all of that out first, before he made any rash decisions.
“I don’t know how extensive Holden is getting on the interviews. He’s a good kid—right out of college—but he tends to over-think and film a lot more than he needs.”
Great. He’d have to duck the kid with the mic in order to keep his anonymity. Andrew nodded. “Sometimes overkill is underrated.”
“Can be.” Roddy settled back against Andrew. “Anyway, he’s working out. If this story comes together, I’ll keep him on. The other problem is much tougher. Susan—the bane of my existence—refuses to turn in stories and insists she’s only cut out for reading the news.”
“The girl who does the weather sometimes?” He snorted. “She spends more time confused and pointing to the wrong stuff than she does actually explaining what’s happening on the map.”
“I know. We blew all that money on the radar system only to have her goof it all up.” Roddy sat up then crawled onto Andrew’s lap. “Right now, I’m horny as hell and don’t give a damn about the station. I’d rather have you inside me.”
Andrew slid his hands along Roddy’s thighs. “You mean you want to fuck for all the football players to see?” He moved his palm to Roddy’s ass. “The action here will be much better than the action on the screen.”
“I know.” Roddy leaned forward and mashed his mouth against Andrew’s, making Andrew’s skin tingle. He sucked on Andrew’s tongue and moaned. Nothing mattered more than getting inside this man.
Andrew popped the snaps on the sides of Roddy’s pants. He broke the kiss long enough to pant.
“Rubbers? Lube?”
“Right here.” Roddy reached across Andrew to a small box on the side table. “I keep them here just in case.”
“How many cases have you had?” Andrew kissed Roddy’s biceps.
“One—you.” Roddy shrugged, and blushed. “I had a lot of hope.”
“Nothing wrong with hope.” He slapped Roddy’s ass. “This won’t be a scene.”
“I know.” Roddy slipped off Andrew’s lap and removed his pants. “I want you to make love to me.”
Andrew paused. Love. One of them had finally said the word. Of course they weren’t in love yet, but he was in something remarkably close. He cared for Roddy more than he thought possible and craved time with him. Saying the word love—even if Roddy had been the one to say it—seemed natural and right.
“Where’s the bathroom?” Andrew asked.
“Going to leave on me? There isn’t a window in the bathroom.” Roddy rested his hands on his hips.
“No. I thought we could do this in the shower. I know you just got cleaned up, but I haven’t since last night and I’d like to pamper you.”
“Oh. It’s upstairs. The whole second floor is my bedroom suite.” Roddy pointed to the stairs. “I’ll follow you.”
“It’s your place.” Andrew stood. He swatted Roddy’s abused butt. “I want this to be sweet this time.”
“I don’t know if I can,” Roddy said and grinned. “I’ve had the rough edge for so long I’m not sure I can handle sweet stuff.”
“You’ll get used to it.” Andrew tugged Roddy up the stairs. When he reached the second floor, he stopped.
Roddy hadn’t been kidding. He had a great master suite. His mind worked overtime. He could almost picture where their toys would go. A St. Andrew’s Cross against one wall, straps on the bed for restraint… A chest of drawers for various implements of play.
“You like?” Roddy brushed past Andrew. “Thought you might. I couldn’t believe my luck. It’s a great place.”
“It is.” Andrew strode into the bathroom. Although he tried to hide his shock, he couldn’t completely mask his snort. “This… Wow.”
“I like the gigantic shower head. It’s like being rained on.” Roddy switched the lever. “Gets hot fast, too.”
“Very good.” Andrew shrugged out of his shirt then unbuckled his belt. He shoved his jeans to the floor. “This is one of the parts of play I appreciate—undressing. It’s never sexy.” He stumbled in an attempt to kick out of his shoes and his pants.
“I don’t know. Pretty hot to me.” Roddy shoved the shower door aside. “Fuck me.”
“I will.” Andrew joined him in the shower. He eased up behind Roddy. “This is good.”
“Being pampered in my shower?” Roddy asked over his shoulder. “I prefer you being here. I feel complete.”
“Not yet.” Andrew wrapped his fingers around Roddy’s erection. “When I’m balls deep in your ass, we’ll be complete.”
“Yes, we will.” Roddy writhed against Andrew. “Let me get the soap.” He squirted pearly cream onto his hand. “I hoped this would happen. I wasn’t sure. I— Most Doms don’t leave the club and the ones that do aren’t interested in geeks like me.”
“Stop cutting on yourself.” Andrew pressed Roddy to the tile wall of the shower. “I’ve got a soft spot for geeks named Roddy.” He dumped some of the shower gel onto his hand then slid his fingers between Roddy’s ass cheeks. Roddy spread his legs, allowing Andrew better access.
“Yes.” Roddy flattened his palms on the tiles. “God, yeah.”
“I haven’t even breached you.” Andrew scraped his teeth along Roddy’s shoulder. “I will.”
“I hope so.” Roddy grabbed his ass and stretched his cheeks apart. “Please?”
“Rubbers?” All the lube in the world wouldn’t amount to shit if he didn’t have a condom. Lovers or not, he wanted to stay protected.
“Fuck.” Roddy shrugged away from Andrew. “I forgot.” He stepped out of the shower. A trail of suds slithered down his back and collected on his ass. The bubbles finally made their way down his legs as he dug through the medicine cabinet. “There they are.”
When he returned, he tore the foil cover then rolled the condom over Andrew’s dick. “Now you’re ready.”
He stroked himself a couple of times then lined his cock up with Roddy’s hole. He eased into his lover in one smooth push. Once he sank balls deep into Roddy, he groaned. He’d come home.
“Fuck,” Roddy said again. He clenched around Andrew, holding him in. “I’ve got butterflies in my belly.”
“Good.” Andrew moved his hips and eased in and out of Roddy. He pulled out until the tip of his dick remained inside, then pushed right back in to the hilt.
“Yes.” Roddy clawed at the tiles. “More.”
Andrew grasped Roddy’s hips. He needed more, too. He increased his thrusts, pushing for all his worth. There were butterflies in his belly, too. A whole swarm of butterflies and more flew around his stomach. His blood heated and his entire body tingled. Everything else seemed to melt away except Roddy. He pounded into his lover until his couldn’t see straight.
A growl escaped his lips. He tipped his head back and gnashed his teeth. “Fuck.” He tensed and emptied his seed into the rubber. “Balls.”
“Sir.” Roddy clenched him again then relaxed. “Oh my God.” He shuddered. “Andrew.”
Hearing his actual name, rather than Sir, on his lover’s lips turned Andrew on. The sentiment wrapped around his heart. He’d wished for someone to care about him as more than just a Dom. Had he found the man to complete him? He sure hoped so.
Andrew pulled out of him then removed the condom. He rinsed off and stepped out of the shower to ditch the spent protection. He hadn’t really washed, but he felt renewed and clean. He breathed in the steamy air. He’d hidden for too long. He wanted to tell Roddy the truth, but he couldn’t do it yet. How would Roddy understand his need to keep his night job secret from the day one?
Andrew toweled himself off and shook his head. Keeping secrets wasn’t hard, but draining. He wanted someone to know his truths, if only so he could talk about the different parts of his life. Would Roddy be that person he could trust?
“You left me.” Roddy stepped in front of Andrew. “Aren’t you cold? It’s chilly in here without the water on.”
“I’m fine.” Andrew sighed. “I was thinking.”
“Good thoughts, right?” Roddy wiped the towel over Andrew’s body. “Want to stretch out? My bed is big enough for two. Call it wishful thinking.”
“I’m glad.” Andrew trailed after Roddy and strolled over to the massive bed. “Queen?”
“It’s a king. I like the space.” He shrugged. “Join me.”
“You bet.” Andrew snuggled up beside Roddy and closed his eyes. He wasn’t ready to sleep. He simply wanted to enjoy their quiet together. Too bad he couldn’t shut off his brain. Thoughts coming clean kept cropping up in his mind.
“This isn’t what I thought it would be. It’s better.” Roddy rested his head on Andrew’s chest.
“What?”
“When I imagined us together, I saw us being all domestic and couple-y. I never imagined the sex would be good without the kink. I still want it, but I like having it both ways.” He chuckled. “The other thing is that I can be myself with you. I’ve never been able to do that with a boyfriend.”
Funny, Andrew knew exactly how Roddy felt. “Why?” Everyone had their reasons and he wanted to hear Roddy’s.
“I’d have to explain Justin. Don’t know if you want to hear my boring history.”
“I do. If we’re going to be together outside the club, you’ve got to be honest with me.”
“True.” Roddy draped his arm across Andrew’s belly. “Justin was… He’s hard to explain. When I met him, I thought he was heaven. We hooked up and it was good. Then we started seeing each other. I gave him three years of my life. He didn’t know about kink and I was just finding out what I liked. When I tried to involve him in what I’d learned, he flipped out. Then there was the television thing.”
“Oh?” Andrew stroked Roddy’s back. “I suppose he thought you’d make him famous?”
“He did.” Roddy nodded. “I thought the issues with the kink were because he was uncomfortable with it. No, he was seeing someone else. We broke up and because he was my drug, I let him back in. I should’ve known he’d use me, but I thought he loved me. I’d just been hired on at Channel 25. He found out, and yes, he thought I could get him on television. What a crock of shit. He wasn’t ready to do a broadcast. Hell, he didn’t understand the first thing about reading the news. When I told him no, he pushed and when I said no again, he left me. That was it. My heart ended up in pieces and he ended up with the guy he was cheating on me with—a guy who could buy him whatever he wanted.”
“That’s terrible.” He wasn’t sure what else to say. He’d been in Roddy’s shoes. Lovers hadn’t been faithful to him. Only when he’d become a Dom and could control the situation had his chances improved. But those guys only wanted a Dom. They didn’t want a lover. Roddy wanted both.
“You give me strength. I haven’t talked about him in so long. He was like a scar that hadn’t faded. Always reminding me of what I messed up.”
“You’re a good man, Roddy.”
“I’m glad you see me that way. Justin didn’t. He never wanted to even try. He seemed to believe that if he buttered me up, he’d get that job at the station and go big time. He expected instant celebrity. Do you know how many anchors actually make it to the broader markets? Like one percent. I’m not celebrity, and I didn’t have the power to bolster him up. Still don’t.” Roddy sighed. “I know I said I could put you on television. I meant in commercials. We’ve always got businesses wanting to run ads on the station. They need actors. You’d be good at that.”
“I’m okay the way I am.” Well, mostly.
“You make me feel comfortable. I don’t have tons to give, but I want to give it all to you.” Roddy tangled his legs with Andrew’s. “We’ve been joined at the hip practically since we left the club, but I don’t want this to end. Not yet.”
“Doesn’t have to.” Andrew closed his eyes. “Take a nap and recharge. I’m not going anywhere. Don’t want to.”
“Good.” Roddy buried his face against Andrew’s neck. “I’m falling for you.”
“After two days?”
“Two years of build-up.” Another chuckle, but this one softer. “I know my heart.”
“Sleep.” A smile tugged at the corners of Andrew’s mouth as he succumbed to slumber. He shouldn’t allow himself to get his hopes up, but they were. For the first time in more than four years, he was happy. Safe, secure and fulfilled—a lot like love.
* * * *
The ringing of a phone brought him out of sleep. He glanced around the room. He wasn’t sure how many hours had passed.
“Rod? Is that you or me?” He scrubbed his hand over his face. “The phone.”
“It’s me.” Roddy stretched then rolled over. “What the fuck do they want now?” He crawled out of bed and shuffled over to the bureau. He donned a pair of rumpled boxer shorts. “I’ll be right back. Fuckers.”
Andrew snorted. He liked the grittier side of Roddy. Instead of leaving the bed, he pressed his face to the pillow. Either Roddy would come back and toss him out, or they’d spend the next few hours fucking like rabbits.
Roddy strolled up the steps. “I’ve got to call the station back.” He flopped onto the bed with Andrew. “I’m putting it on speaker because I’m getting a tension headache.”
“I’m sorry.” He’d meant to help Roddy relax, not to add to his frustration.
Roddy dialed the number then pressed more buttons. Within seconds, someone answered.
“There you are.”
“Holden. It’s Sunday morning. What the hell do you want?” Roddy rested his head on Andrew’s hip.
“That’s just it. It’s Sunday. You’re normally here by now,” Holden said. “You’re like the biggest control freak and you’re slipping. Where are you?”
Roddy swiped the screens on his phone. “Fucking hell. It’s past noon.”
“I know. You’re normally here by eleven. Anyway, Tory came in and everything is under control, but he asked where you were. I said I’d check. You’re never late.”
“I am today.” Roddy pounded his fist on the bed.
“Are you feeling okay?”
“I’m fine.”
“You sound loopy,” Holden said. “Like you just woke up.”
“I did,” Roddy snapped. “Give me an hour.”
“Okay,” Holden said. “Later.”
Roddy tossed his phone onto the bed. “Damn it.”
Andrew stroked Roddy’s hair. “Slow down. We’ve had a great weekend. Losing all track of time is a good measure of having fun.”
“We did, but unfortunately, I’m expected at work.” Roddy sat up. The bones in his spine became more pronounced when he leaned over. “I hate being late.”
“It’s one day. You’ll be fine.” Andrew rolled over enough to curl around Roddy. “Hey. I’ve got stuff I need to do, too. It’s no big deal.”
“When can I see you again? Not just for a scene, but for this?” Roddy trailed his fingers over Andrew’s cheek. “I liked this weekend and want to do it again.”
“I have subs straight through Tuesday evening, but I can come over after the last sub. How about a very late dinner or something on Tuesday?” Andrew asked.
“And you’ll call or text me in the meantime?” Roddy grinned. “I’m a texter.”
“So am I.” Andrew laughed. “Sexting?”
“Yes.” Roddy’s eyes lit up. “I can’t wait.”
“I tend to dominate while I text. Think you can handle that?” Andrew asked. When Roddy nodded again, Andrew slapped Roddy’s ass. “Then you’re my kind of guy.”
Chapter Eight
Three hours later, Roddy sat at his desk and flipped through the schedule for the night’s broadcast. For the first time in as long as he could remember, he wasn’t just relaxed—he was happy. The headache had abated, too. The reporters were cooperating for the most part. Holden had turned in a prelim plan for his story. They’d fielded a tip about a fire in the downtown area and the beat reporters had turned in footage about the ethnic parade on the west side. The local professional football team had had a good first half of the game, too.
Then there was his life situation. Taking the next step with Andrew was liberating. He knew where his heart belonged, even if saying he was in love was a bit too fast. They’d made love and already shared a few risqué texts. Hell, he couldn’t wait to see Andrew on Tuesday. He checked his watch. Was it Tuesday yet?
On the whole, the day was turning out to be pretty damn good.
“Hey you.” Tory strode into Roddy’s office. “You were late this morning.”
