It was just a simple comment, flippant even. You wanna bet?
Brian and I were at Woody's and this hot guy came in. He was late twenties, six feet, reddish-brown shaggy hair. His pants were certainly tight; leaving little to the imagination, the outline of his cock could be appreciated as he walked even from a distance across the bar. He wore a sleeveless blue shirt showing off rippling biceps and fitted enough that you knew his pecs and abs were equally worthy of worship. There wasn't anything particularly unique about him; he looked like any one of a thousand hot guys that patrolled Liberty Avenue looking for something, or more specifically someone, interesting to do that night.
My head turned not-so subtly as Brian flirted with me, my eyes trailing this delicious distraction to his destination at the bar. I hadn't really paid attention to Brian since I noticed the attractive stranger but I was genuinely surprised as I turned my attention back to to see a look of exceptional irritation bordering on anger on his face. An initial twinge of regret fell upon me until I recalled anyone of the million times he had not-so-subtly done the same to me, and worse, since we started our non-relationship. I found his reaction amusing, rationalizing that he wouldn't hesitate to leave me in mid-sentence to chase down fresh meat if the situation arose.
"Put your tongue back in your mouth Justin" he scolded me. He rotated in his chair, turning away from me unsuccessfully hiding the pangs of jealousy he experienced when someone else captured my attention. An almost child like pout on his face.
His hypocrisy incensed me; I perhaps could have ended it there but decided to capitalize on his possessiveness over my attention. "Why, afraid I'll find someone who actually has something better to offer?" I glanced down at his crotch to convey exactly what I meant by "better".
He stared at me blankly; the mere suggestion was as ludicrous to him as if I asked him to fly to the moon. I so wished I could have read his mind in that moment.
He placed his hand on my neck and pulled me close to him so my ear was at his lips. His other hand went towards my cock. "I'm the best fuck you'll ever have; you'd never be able to tear yourself away" he whispered in my ear, pulling away with a dismissive laugh "face it, you're a slut for my cock".
Fuck I thought to myself feeling my cock twitch under his hand. I hated the reaction his voice could elicit from me. His cockiness shouldn't turn me on this much. His ego needed no additional stroking. "Well, you're hardly one to talk" I added with far less confidence than I desired "you could hardly resist me when I want you".
Brian gave me a skeptical look, shaking his head no, again showing me no mercy when it came to using my attraction to him to his every advantage.
"Face it Sunshine, you will always want me a hell of a lot more than I want you. You practically stalked me after that first night. Hell, you're so fucking horny for me; I could make you cum in your pants without ever touching you" his voice was smooth and sexy. He nipped my earlobe as he continued his relentless tease.
I removed his groping hand trying to hide my lust and summoned all the confidence I could muster "You wanna bet?" I asked cheekily, forgetting momentarily the man who had started this conversation was watching us intently along with half of gay Pittsburgh.
Brian looked intrigued "What's the wager?" he asked nodding to the trick at the bar suggesting we might simply compete for him. Not in your life, I thought. Brian could easily out-trick any man given the proper motivation.
The moment it came to me, I broke out in a wide smile. Genius! "You….." I stated matter of fact.
"What?" he asked pushing away from me slightly, his eyebrows raised in surprise.
I responded louder than I needed to in my excitement "Okay, this should be good. You try to make me cum without touching me, if you succeed, you win. If you touch me first, I win"
"And the wager is what…. topping me?" he laughed entertained by my brazenness "not very creative"
"No, if I win you can fuck me and only me…" I explained with a cocky smile. I could see the wheels turning in Brian's head. I knew he would never take this bet. It was completely genius. "…and just to be clear, that includes all kinds of sex. Basically, your dick is mine exclusively…. for six months"
Despite my outrageous demand, I panicked a bit when Brian surveyed the room noticing we had attracted a bit of a crowd. Backing down from a bet was not in line with his public persona. I exhaled a sigh of relief when Brian finally grabbed my arm suggesting we continue the conversation in private.
I couldn't contain my enthusiasm thinking I might have finally bested the great Brian Kinney at his own game. He pushed me playfully against the car, leaning in, molesting me with his mouth. I moaned into his kiss. He grabbed my ass and pulled me closer to him; he smiled taking delight in feeling my hardness pushing against him. His hazel eyes burrowing into my soul.
"You're out of your league little boy" he said, leaving me breathless and panting by the side of the car as he moved to the driver's side.
I couldn't resist goading him further "so I take it you're turning down the bet" I asked smugly as he climbed silently into the car.
He first gave me an icy contemptuous stare that I momentarily delight in. However, my enjoyment quickly evaporated as Brian's glare dissipated and was replaced with his devilish grin. "Of course not, we just need to discuss my terms."
"Oh" I exclaimed with a mixture of anticipation and fear "okay then, what do you want if you win?"
"You…" he said.
"You want me to be monogamous?" I laughed mocking his earlier tone "Hell I would do that now if you asked. You know I only trick so that it doesn't drive me crazy when you do it. Not very creative"
"You misunderstand Sunshine" he was giddy with self-satisfaction "If I win, I get you… as my little sex slave….for, what was it you proposed? Six months?"
"Sex slave?" I asked cautiously not sure what Brian would want that I hadn't already willingly agreed to.
"I get you when I want, how I want, as much as I want" he clarified "you will be completely submissive to my every sexual need and desire. You won't even as much as jerk off without my permission. So we have a deal?"
Oh fuck! Clearly, I should have thought this through a little more.
A/N: So this is Chapter 1. I have my thoughts for who will win the bet and how I will carry out the story but I could be persuaded to change my plans. So dear reader, which of our boys do you think should win this wager? A healthy dose of smut *grins* is in order either way but comment on which way you would prefer to see the story go!