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The tunnel vision found on the mound when facing the best hitter on the other team.

Coach put his money where his mouth was, so to speak. Convinced the Mariners would pull out a game six win, he saved Mac to start game seven. The decision paid off in spades as Hernandez pulled in a ten-zip win in front of the home crowd. Too strung out to drive out to Edward's after the game, Emmett pulled out his phone to type an apology text.

Edward's message was waiting for him. I'm taking tomorrow off—no way I could possibly focus on anything but your game. How about I come to the beach tonight? Or would you rather be alone?

I'm not sure I'm fit for human consumption. Enter at your own risk.

Predictably unconcerned for his own welfare, Edward immediately answered, I'll meet you outside your apartment.

Emmett could not have said whether he was pleased or terrified at the news. He wasn't at all sure he could trust himself around other people, but what Emmett did trust was that Edward's slavish devotion would not falter no matter how awfully he behaved under the intense stress.

I'll be there in 20.

The elevator ride to Emmett's suite was not pleasant for either man. Edward's claustrophobia frustrated and embarrassed him especially now, stuck inside his own head when he wanted nothing more than to be there for Emmett. For his part, refraining from holding Edward required energy Mac didn't have to spare.

Emmett stepped into his apartment first, jittery and wired. This was a terrible idea.

As usual, Edward surprised him, bouncing back almost immediately after escaping the elevator. "I have a plan."

"Oh yeah? I really hope it involves boarding the express train to Brown Town."

Edward smirked. "As romantic as that sounds, that's not my plan."

"What's wrong? Got your period?"

"Nope."

"What gives, Professor? I can't remember the last time we took the night off."

Edward chuckled. "That's probably because we never have."

Despite himself, Emmett grinned. "You're keeping stats on our action?"

"Occupational hazard." Edward's grimace was comical, but where this conversation was heading was most definitely not the least bit amusing. "C'mon, Em. You need some distracting, and we both know my best chance lives in your shorts." Edward's gaze drifted to Emmett's crotch, which was beginning to sense the cold front coming through the area.

"I don't think I like where this is going."

"You used to trust me."

"That was before you got the wise idea to send me out to the mound tomorrow with my plumbing all backed up! Is this some sports psychology voodoo you picked up in that Tom Seaver book you've been reading? I will burn that thing."

Edward grasped Emmett's forearm. "No, this isn't from any book, and relax. Of course I wouldn't send you off that way. It wouldn't even be safe!"

Narrowing his eyes at the professor, Emmett asked, "Then, what exactly are you proposing?"

Edward stepped closer and placed his palm on Emmett's chest. "A long, bumpy, adventurous ride to Brown Town."

Emmett felt a twitch inside his shorts. "Keep talking."

Edward's hand snaked across Emmett's shoulder, cupping the back of his neck. "First of all, we are going to have ourselves a whole lot of fun."

Emmett gave him a massive eye roll. "Speak for yourself."

"I was." Edward leaned in and closed his mouth over Emmett's, kissing away his pout. "Second, we're not going to allow that overactive brain of yours the chance to wander beyond the tip of your cock all night."

Edward's diabolical scheme was already working, but Emmett wasn't about to tell him so.

"And third, when your orgasm finally hits tonight, it is going to blow your mind so hard, you're going to sleep like the dead and wake up fully refreshed and ready to face the most important day of your life."

Emmett was intrigued but skeptical. Unless Edward had been keeping major secrets from him all this time, Emmett's mild-mannered math teacher was not particularly skilled in the dark art of orgasm denial. Emmett cupped Edward's chin and gazed into those deep green, smoldering eyes. "Do you have any idea what you're doing?"

A sheepish grin crossed Edward's face. "I might have done some research while you were away."

"Research, huh? You don't have a dissertation lying around here somewhere, do you? Agitating the One-Eyed Monster: A Case Study of One Foolhardy Man Against the Force of Nature."

Edward chuckled. "No—not exactly."

"Not exactly?"

"I have a few pages of notes, some bookmarked websites, and a thumb drive I wouldn't want my mother to see."

"You are something else, Professor." Emmett couldn't decide if he was flattered by the trouble Edward had clearly gone to on his behalf—par for the course—or just plain turned on. "As usual, I place myself in your more-than-capable hands."

Edward's face lit up. "Really?"

"You have yet to steer me wrong," Emmett said with a shrug. "Just go easy on the essential body parts, will ya? I don't want to have to explain to the Nintendo shareholders that I couldn't pitch the final game of the World Series because I dislocated my shoulder when my freak of a boyfriend tied me up too tight."

"I've already thought of that."

"Of course you have."

"I'm not tying you up at all—too risky. Do you have a couple of baseballs lying around?"

"What pitcher worth his cleats doesn't have a bucket of balls in his closet?"

"Lead the way, Mac."

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Stripped naked and laid out spread-eagle on his back, Emmett already had a raging hard-on. Edward busied himself testing and retesting the slack in the leather ankle cuffs connected by a strap running beneath the mattress while Emmett flexed his toes and calculated his wiggle room.

"Don't forget my safe word," Emmett cautioned, a strong sense of what-the-fuck-was-I-thinking sending his heart rate into overdrive.

"Checkmate, got it. Here, keep your hands by your sides and squeeze the balls—"

"Ugh, did you have to put it like that?"

Edward chuckled, electrifying Emmett's entire system with the simple act of holding his wrists down. Jesus, who knew this shit was so hot? "That's it . . . just like that."

Emmett sucked down a deep breath and gazed up at Edward. "Aren't you gonna take off your clothes?"

Raising his eyebrows, Edward folded his arms across his chest. "That is none of your business."

"I think I've created a monster."

Edward glanced down at Emmett's erection. "Speaking of the one-eyed monster . . ." Strolling to Emmett's closet as if he had all the time in the fucking world, Edward riffled through Emmett's ties, settling on his royal blue checked tie with "UCLA" in gold lettering across the bottom. "This'll do."

Edward returned to the bed, purposely "accidentally" dragging the tail of the tie between Emmett's legs and over his aching cock. He's enjoying this way too much, Emmett decided, just as the fabric covered his eyes.

"How's that? Too tight? I don't want to impede the blood flow to your head."

"Very fucking funny," Emmett snapped back

Edward's lips covered his, drawing Emmett's tongue into an unexpectedly tender kiss. Edward's voice was soft and silky near Emmett's ear. "It's okay to be turned on, baby. I am, too."

Heat rushed to Emmett's cheeks. He took a harsh gulp while reminding himself that he trusted this man implicitly. Running his tongue over his dry lips, Emmett nodded without speaking.

"Need some water?"

"No," Emmett said, adding a belated "Thank you."

"Okay. Let me know if you need anything." Edward chuckled, startling Emmett by running a hand down his chest, stopping short around his belly button. "Anything at all."

Emmett flexed his hips in frustration.

"Squeeze the balls, take a few deep breaths, and try to relax."

There was a rustling, the soft swish of clothing being removed, the gentle dip of the mattress beside him, bare flesh pressing into Emmett's side. A hand on his cock. Thank the fucking lord!

Up. Up. Up.

DOWN! Go down!

Up. Up. Up. Nothing.

"Ungh!"

The soft swipe of a wet tongue on his nipple. Goosebumps. Teeth. Tongue. Air. Nothing.

"Nnnn!"

"Shh, baby. Easy does it." A finger sweeping across Emmett's lower lip. Nibbles at the shell of his ear.

A slicked up hand on his cock. Yessss! Up, down. Fuck, yeah! Up, down. Squeeze, slide, glide. Up, down, up, down, up, down . . . Oh GOD!

Nothing.

A grunt left Emmett's lips, the sound so primal and needy Emmett didn't recognize it as his own. Pumping his hips, Emmett met nothing but empty space. Where are you, Edward? Take care of me!

Mattress rocking. A hand on Emmett's chin. "Let me inside this sexy mouth."

Emmett opened without a thought, tasting the salty pre-cum as Edward pushed his tip inside.

"Mmm." Emmett lapped at him while Edward gently advanced and receded. Just the tip. In. Out. In. Out. Just enough to make Emmett's cock weep with jealousy.

Lying still was killing him; Emmett's fists closed hard around the baseballs so his hands didn't end up where he really wanted them—under Edward's ass cheeks.

"Thank you, baby," Edward said as he pulled away from Emmett's mouth. "Your turn now."

Grasped by its balls, his cock stood upright. The soft flutter of a tongue teased at his tip, scrambling Emmett's brain as he attempted to reconcile the gentle sweep at the tip with the tight squeeze at the base. The tongue lapped lower, longer, more. Swallowed by warm lips, a moist mouth. Down. Up, down. Up, down.

Emmett strained in his ankle cuffs; firm hands pressed his hips to the bed. You're not in control here, Mac. He squeezed the balls, took a deep breath, let it out.

The blowjob picked up in pace. Slippery lips, the gentlest hint of teeth, a tight grip along the shaft. Up, down.

"Feels so fucking good!" Emmett's head thrashed side to side as if the motion would keep Edward sucking, pumping.

The mouth opened and moved off. Hands sank to the base and lower, cupping his balls, squeezing, holding, gone.

Emmett let out an exasperated sigh, but this time, there was no comfort given, no assurances Edward would be back.

Edward's cock was at Emmett's lips again, more insistent this time. Innnn, out. Innnn, out. Hands in Emmett's hair, tugging, having their way like the cock in his mouth.

Emmett's hips lifted on the in strokes, ghost fucking because that was all he could get. He wouldn't beg; he wouldn't safe word. He couldn't even remember his own name.

Touch me, lick me, fuck me, suck me.

The cock retracted again. "Water?" Edward asked.

"Nuh-uh." Don't leave. Don't stop.

"Can you behave yourself if I suck you again?"

"Yes!" Emmett had no fucking clue if he could behave himself, but he'd say what he needed to say to get that mouth on him again.

Lips, teeth, tongue. Mouth. Hands. Throat. Fuuuuuck!

Emmett writhed in his bonds, groaning when the mouth pulled away. One hand slid to the base, holding tight enough to keep Emmett from losing his nut, while the other teased and tickled the tip. Go. Stop. Gas. Brakes. Emmett had never felt anything like this before.

"Oh, FUCK!"

Remind me . . . why did I place my dick in the hands of a mad scientist?

Balls freed, desire unleashed. Tension mounting again. Hands spread, one up, one down. Pressing that sensitive ridge, playing at his hole. And the professor's dirty, filthy mouth making him so horny, Emmett could've come from the words alone.

"I've never seen you so hard. Does this feel good, baby? Your cock looks so beautiful sliding through my fingers. Doesn't that feel so good?"

"Yesssss!" Emmett hissed and panted, rocking back and forth between the two hands as they pulled at him like some perverted taffy-stretching machine.

Emmett was close, closer than before. This was it! That flutter deep in his belly, the tingle in his thighs . . . Firm squeeze at his base until the feeling passed, then nothing.

Emmett sank into the mattress, exhausted and frustrated, hornier than he could ever remember. How many more times could Edward put him through the wringer?

Infinity. That's how damn many.

Edward's lips were at his ear, smooth and sweet as cotton candy. Good cop, not the demon tormentor doing his bidding. "How we doing?"

"Any time now."

Edward chuckled at the grumpy growl. "Sorry, baby, it's not your bedtime yet."

"Are you the same person who said he loved me just the other day?"

Edward kissed him again, pulling back only enough to form words. "I sure am."

"Please don't leave me like this."

"I won't. I'm gonna take good care of you tonight. Promise."

"Define 'tonight.'"

When Edward answered, Emmett could hear the smile in his voice. "Sometime between now and 5 a.m."

Emmett groaned. "Get on with it, then."

And Edward did-about one hundred fifty million more times. Push, pull. Start, stop. To the brink and back. Over and over until Emmett was as wrung out and wasted as a jock strap after a double header. It had to be at least 1:30, Emmett figured wearily.

A slow drizzle of oil hit Emmett's tip; fingertips traced maddening circles around the glans. Fingers turned into a palm and then a tight fist. Pistoning up and down, up and down, slow and steady strokes, the pressure building like air pumped into a tire.

A giddy hope set in again, a testament to Emmett's optimistic spirit. This is it! Edward was finally going to polish his pole! Emmett's defenses fell away as instinct took over. Without his vision, Emmett had become expert at reading every subtle flick of Edward's wrist. Up, down. Up, down. Pleasure. Just pleasure.

"Not enough . . . more." Emmett whimpered and bucked his hips for more friction with the greased up hands working his shaft. "Harder, baby, please! Need to come!"

A brick wall jumped out and slammed into Emmett's gut. All the happy, feel-good, slick-handed strokes . . . gone. In their place, the dreaded squeeze at the base! Emmett's knees drew up the few inches the cuffs would allow as a loud, angry groan escaped him. He released the baseball from his right hand and clasped the cock-blocking hand by the wrist until the pressure in his balls let up.

"Need something, baby?" Edward asked, the hint of a smile clear in his voice.

Emmett pushed out his answer through gritted teeth. "If you're not planning to finish me off in the next ten seconds, I strongly suggest you tie me down to this bed with steel cable for both our sakes."

"Someone is losing his sense of humor." Edward wriggled his wrist, but Emmett didn't loosen his grip.

"Very perceptive, Professor."

"Lemme see what I can do to help."

The baseball tapped at the back of Emmett's hand, and he took the hint and placed his hand back on the bed.

"Deep breath, baby," Edward said, all helpful now that the torture was about to end.

Up, up, up. One hand, then the other, no breath in between. Tight grip, dooooowwwwn. "Ahhh!" And again. Arousal snaked and coiled, but his cock wasn't ready to believe.

"Don't fight me." Edward set a tempo and stuck to it. Up, down, up, down. Predictable, reliable, trustworthy.

Fingers crawled across Emmett's abdomen, a tender counterpoint to the pistoning hand. The house of cards climbed toward the ceiling.

"Come on . . . let go."

Slippery, hot hands. Pressure. A hard cock rubbing against Emmett's thigh.

Emmett tossed the ball away and grabbed Edward's cock.

"Oh, shit, that feels good!" Edward grunted and thrust as Emmett jerked him.

"You waited for me." Silly Professor.

"I always wait for you. That's our deal."

"You're nuts."

"You wanna lie there and insult me or you wanna come?"

"I Want. To. Come! Please. Now!"

Emmett cupped a tight fist around Edward's cock, pumping him furiously in an effort to lead by example. See how good that feels? Yes? DO IT TO ME! The professor failed to take the bait. His patience could be a real fucking problem sometimes, Emmett reflected as his lover-torturer's hand produced a slow but insistent stroke. The tortoise slogged toward the finish line when all Emmett wanted was to be the damn hare. Emmett tugged and twisted the surrogate dick in his hand, but Edward wouldn't budge. The steady, rhythmic squish of lube underscored Emmett's grunts and cussing.

"Stay with me, Mac."

"Where the hell'm'I gonna go? I'm tied to the bed, remember?"

Though Emmett sounded frantic to his own ears, Edward responded with compassion and patience. "I remember. I've got you. It feels good, right?"

"Yes . . . just . . . more!"

"Easy, tiger. Easy."

Fingers trailed under Emmett's sac. The stroking continued; pressure mounted. Building blocks teetered on a too-high, too-fragile base.

Emmett toppled finally, hanging on to Edward's cock for dear life. Edward waited out his partner's orgasm before tactfully removing Emmett's vise-like grip from his groin and finishing himself off onto Emmett's stomach.

Emmett barely registered the soft swipe of a towel or the swish of the tie releasing his eyes from the darkness, but the unclasping of the Velcro cuffs roused him from his half-sleep.

"Sorry," Edward whispered as he tucked them both under the sheets. "Didn't mean to wake you."

"Mmm." Emmett's voice was thick with drowsy bliss. "Where's my goodnight kiss?"

Edward chuckled as he covered Emmett's lips with his own.

Emmett reached for his lover in the dark, pulling him in for a deeper kiss. "Thank you, baby."

"Sleep well, sixty-nine."

Author's Note: Did anyone notice a little bit of Domward in da (pent)house? Hey, what can I say? Some fantasies die hard! I assume most of you have read my kinky stuff by now...You can all thank Shad for the explicit ending where I'd faded to a happy black. Sometimes, the girl just knows. Well, it looks like Mac is ready for the biggest day of his life! Are you? I need a week till I post the next one. You guys are too close! Mwah!

XXX ~BOH