Special thanks to Jasse Arrow for helping me plan this and iwacakes for editing.
Chapter 1
Tea
Owen brought the tea tray to the patio and set it on the white table across from David. He was reading the newspaper silently, despite the portable radio sitting right there. Owen poured a cup, making it the way David liked best, watching as he sipped it. When he was sure David didn't need anything else, he prepared a cup for himself, with two spoonfuls of sugar. They sat together in peace and quiet, the rustling of paper breaking up the quiet. A fleeting thought passed through Owen's mind. He blushed.
"Owen?" David asked.
"Yes, sir?" He straightened, hoping David didn't notice the blush.
"What made you turn red?" He gestured.
"Ah, just a fantasy, sir," he mumbled.
"Was it a good one?"
"I want to fuck you out here," he admitted.
David stared for a moment, before clearing his throat, "I didn't know you were interested in that."
"I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since you said you've had sex outside." Owen shifted uncomfortably.
"I see. So, how do you want me?" David teased.
"Strip slowly for me. Then fold your clothes and kneel by the bench," Owen instructed.
"Am I allowed to touch you?" He asked, turning the radio on, finding a station with R&B music before getting up.
"While you're still clothed, yes." Owen moved his chair away from the table.
David strutted towards Owen, a cocky grin on his face. His hips swayed with each step forward. He touched Owen's chest and then shoulders as he slowly circled the chair. As soon as he was in front of Owen again, he let his fingers graze and linger on Owen's lips. His breath felt warm, caressing his fingers. Regretfully he pulled away from Owen, and placed both hands on his sides and dragged them up. Owen watched, mesmerized by the sight. David closed his eyes, feeling the music surround him. He worked his hands up his body, finally resting them on his shoulders. He hooked his jacket and in a fluid movement, slid it off. He made sure Owen was looking at him before he tossed it aside. Smirking, David unbuttoned his shirt, letting the other man see his bronze chest.
Owen bit his lip in anticipation, and soon it was fully open. David's toned stomach was framed by black cloth. David slowly thrust his hips, rolling his body. David sashayeded back to Owen and placed his hands on Owen's knees, spreading his legs wide. He leaned closer, their bodies almost touching as he came eye to eye with his assistant. David's cologne wafted through the air. Owen moved forward, trying to kiss him.
"Don't make me tie you up," David warned, dodging the kiss.
"Yes, sir," he gulped.
David grinned wickedly at the thought. He lowered himself, swaying his body from side to side. His lips ghosting over Owen's stomach. Peering above him, David placed his hands on Owen's sides and slid his way back up. He straightened, slowly dragging his hands away. David circled him again before putting his left leg on Owen's lap. He ran his hand over his knee. Owen's eyes followed the movement.
He lowered his leg, keeping his hand on his thigh. Turning around, David cupped his ass. He dragged his hand to his hip bone then bent over. He could hear Owen lean back in his chair. David shook his ass, looking back at the other man with a saucy expression. Owen's face was flushed a cute pink. David dropped into Owen's lap, facing away from Owen. He grabbed Owen's hands and placed them on his inner thighs, dragging their hands up to his crotch. He could feel Owen's fingers twitch in temptation. David didn't let him stay there for long as he ground his ass down on Owen's lap. Owen's hands slid up David's body, feeling bare skin and shirt as he groped his chest. David started to stand again, reversing the movement, facing Owen, getting to watch his expressions. He dragged Owen's hands back down his body.
Placing his hands at his hips, David thrusted his hips forward, brushing against Owen's clothed hard bulge. He rested Owen's hands on his inner thighs, Owen squeezed David's thighs, pressing his hardness into David's plush ass. Owen groaned as they both rocked into each other. The brunette reluctantly stepped away from his flushed and panting assistant.
David took his shirt off. Balling it up, he saw his jacket was too far away for his comfort. Freak Like Me by Adina Howard started playing on the radio. He adjusted his stance, feeling the beat he started shuffling. Bending his knees inward, feet planted flat on the ground, and then smoothly pointing his toes out. He then balanced on his heels, crisscrossing his feet. The speed of his footwork was impressive. Owen's eyebrows rose in confusion, sitting up straighter. David waited a few beats before adding kicks to his side steps. He put his feet together then lifted his right leg and kicked his foot out in front. As he brought it back, hopping off his left foot and onto his right. At the same time, he drew his left knee up to waist level. Kicking his left foot out to the side and tapping his toe down, he repeated on the other side, then continued alternating from one side to the other. He made his way across the patio, dropping his shirt on top of his jacket.
Getting back into the music, David put his hands on his hips, shaking them as he slowly twirled around. He lets his hands feel up his body until they're in his hair. He pulled his ponytail out, teasing his hair with a flourish. Unbeknownst to David, the sun broke through the clouds, creating a halo around him. He smiled at Owen, rolling his body, sliding his hand down his chest, fingering the button on his pants. Sweat beaded on his skin. He could see Owen licking his lips.
David put his feet together, toes turned out to the sides. Simultaneously, he lifted his left foot off the floor, drawing his knee up toward his hip, and spun on his right heel, turning his toes in. Bringing his left foot down to tap lightly and spin his right toes out again. He traveled back to the center of the patio.
Once he got there, he quickly scanned the area. He toed his shoes off. David straightened, and then cockily sprang forward into a roundoff cartwheel. He grinned as he stood in front of the chair, palming at his leather belt. He slid his belt off slowly, before dropping it to the ground. The metal buckle clanged against the concert. David prowled closer, shimmying his hips. Tugging his pants down, his black boxers peeked out. Owen couldn't look away. Inch by inch, more of his thighs were exposed. Dropping his pants, David allowed Owen a moment to take in his almost naked view. He strutted behind Owen, placing his hands on his shoulders, slowly brushing his arms and then feeling up his chest. He leaned close, lips ghosting his cheek.
He sat on Owen's lap, wrapping an arm around the chair. He pinched the toe of his sock and slowly drew his leg forward. He repeated the action again with his left sock. David leaned back, swinging a leg into the air and around the other side of Owen's lap straddling him again. He moved his hips in a slow figure eight.
While Owen was distracted, David loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. He gazed into Owen's blue eyes, pupils blown wide in arousal. David kissed him, nibbling his lower lip. Owen moaned, threading his fingers in David's hair. He opened his mouth and David deepened the kiss. It was a few long minutes before Owen broke it off. His eyes hold David's longingly before hardening into a stern expression. David got off Owen's lap. He slid his boxers off, allowing Owen a full view.
"Do you remember what I asked you to do, David?" Owen asked sternly.
"You asked me to strip for you, then fold my clothes and kneel by the bench, sir." He looked at the ground.
"Good boy, David. You better be kneeling by the time I undress." Owen stood, taking his suit jacket off.
"Yes, Mr. Burnett," he nodded.
David picked up his clothes, folding them the way Owen wanted, before going to the bench. He folded his hands in front of himself and kneeled. The ground was hard and cold, biting into his skin. David resisted the urge to watch Owen take his clothes off.
Soon after, Owen walked to the bench, inspected David's folded clothes and nodded. He moved them near the end of the bench, placing a bottle of lube in front of David. He smirked.
"Lay on the bench, David."
He quickly moved, following orders with his knees resting on his clothes. It was as much padding as he was going to get. Owen rubbed David's thighs, slowly massaging. He hummed as he kneaded David's firm globes. David's eyes widened as his hands left. Owen smacked his ass with several heavy swats. He yelped tears welling up in his eyes.
"That was for trying to make me cum earlier during the lap dance," Owen scolded.
"Yes, Mr. Burnett. I'm sorry," he sniffled.
"Now, since this was a spontaneous session, I will be wearing a condom," he explained while rubbing David's sore cheeks.
"I understand, sir."
Owen tore open the package and rolled the condom on. He spread David open, rubbing lube on his hole. David shivered from the chilly lube. Owen pushed a finger inside him. Curling and wiggling it, Owen waited until he relaxed before adding another finger. David whined as he felt more lube being poured on him. Owen scissored him open, before plunging his fingers deeper. He teased David's prostate, pressing on it until he whimpered and squirmed. David's cock twitched.
"Sir, please put it in me," he moaned.
"You're not ready yet. One more finger," Owen said simply.
"Noo," he whimpered.
"David," Owen warned.
"It's for my own good," he recited.
Owen added a third finger, stretching his hole more. His muscles quivered as Owen pumped his fingers in and out, hitting his prostate over and over again. David writhed, face pressed against the bench. Sweat dripped off his brow as his moans grew louder. Precum leaked from his head.
"O-wen!" He wailed.
Owen slowed his movements, removing his fingers and leaned over David. He kissed his cheek. "See, David? That wasn't so bad."
"I need you in me! Sir, please!" He begged.
"Ok, I won't tease you any longer." Owen smiled.
Owen guided his cock in, fully seating himself inside, gripping David's hips. David clenched around him, ripping a groan from Owen's mouth. He slowly backed out before he thrust in again. David pressed into him, urging him to go faster. Owen, feeling generous, picked up the pace, hearing the little whines from David. David matched his thrusts. Owen snaked a hand down to David's cock, pumping it. David tightened around him, as his legs shook. David spilt his load, staining his clothes. Owen gave one last thrust before cumming in the condom.
Owen laid on top of David, their panting the only noise between them. It took several minutes for their breathing to calm down. Owen withdrew and took off the condom. He picked David up and carried him to the little table. Owen set him down and knelt.
"Keep your hands on your thighs, David," Owen told him before taking him in his mouth.
"Ah!" He squirmed.
He sucked and licked David's still sensitive cock. David curled his hands into fists. Owen's fingers rubbed his balls gently, while his mouth continued to suck on his lover. David threw his head back, moaning loudly. Owen swallowed his come, before helping David off the table.
David knelt in front of him. "Mr. Burnett, let me touch you."
"That isn't part of the rules, David," Owen frowned.
"Sir, please." He looked at him with pouty eyes. Owen's cock twitched.
"I will guide you."
David wrapped his hand around Owen's cock. Then Owen put his hand on top of his, guiding the strokes. David slowly pumped before Owen allowed him to speed up. The feeling of David's hand around him was sinful. Too soon, Owen's hips began to buck. David felt his heart pound as he closed his eyes. Owen came on his face.
"Do you want to go lay down? I will have someone come clean this up." Owen petted David's hair.
"Yes, sir."
"Alright, David." Owen carried him to the bedroom.