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DESIRE

Part 53

"I thought there were perks to sleeping with the COO?"

Paul awoke the next morning just after 8am. Joe was asleep next to him, lying on his stomach. He could see the welts from the Kendo stick in last night’s match had come up a lot more now. He knew how sore they must’ve felt. Gently, he moved the loose strands of hair away from his face. His eyelids fluttered gently as if he were having a dream. They had been through so much over the past couple of months and were somehow still going. Part of Paul still had his reservations about Wednesday night but he’d already committed to going. It would look bad if he went back on his word now. He wanted Joe to be involved but he needed to be careful who with.

He rolled onto his back and grabbed his phone from his side. He scrolled through Twitter, reading some comments on Clash of Champions. The positive feedback made him smile and even more so when people had loved Joe and Colby’s match. He looked down on Joe and smiled. His expression changed when he had an incoming call from Shane. The volume was off but the vibration caused Joe to stir. “Sorry baby, I gotta take this.” Paul got out of bed wearing his boxers and walked into the living room. Joe was so tired that he instantly fell back asleep. About fifteen minutes later he awoke to the sound of Paul talking in the other room. He rubbed his eyes and rolled onto his back, looking up to the ceiling. He could feel the ache from the kendo stick come into play. He got out of the bed, wearing only his boxers and walked over to the floor length mirror by the window. He had three large welts on his back. He thought they looked pretty gnarly so he took a photo with his phone and sent it to Colby.

I hope you’re happy. He smirked to himself. He was happy with how the match went and he was glad he and Colby were on good terms. “What are you smiling at?” Joe looked up and saw Paul standing in the door frame holding his phone. “Nothing.” Joe smiled setting his phone aside watching as Paul approached him. He looked up into Paul’s eyes as he was mounted and caressed at first, then kissed sweetly. Joe eased back onto the bed. “Sleep OK?” Paul asked sweeping his hair back. “Uh huh.” Joe answered wide eyed, searching Paul’s hazel pools. “Turn over baby.” Paul moved aside, letting him flip onto his stomach. “These marks…they look so good on you.”

“They don’t feel so good.” Joe replied before Paul ran his finger along one. Joe gritted his teeth at his touch. “Does it hurt?”

“Yes Sir.” The young man turned his head to look at him. “Eyes front.” Those two words caused Joe skin to prick up and within seconds, Paul was taking off his boxers and parting his legs. The older man lowered between Joe’s legs and teased his opening with his tongue. A tingling sensation filled Joe as Paul’s warm, wet tongue snaked inside. “Aww please…feels so good…” Joe lowered his head into his arms as Paul pleasured him. Paul smiled to himself hearing the pleasurable moans and groans from above. He repositioned himself sliding two fingers in, milking his prostate. “…please…”

“Please what baby?” Paul said pushing his fingers in as far as they would go. “Please Sir. Please, I’m gonna cum.” Paul grinned, fingering him hard and deep. Joe shut his eyes, fisting the sheets below as his body shuddered when he came. Gently, Paul slid his fingers out of his now moist ass got up off the bed, walking to his bag, which lay near the wardrobe. He caught Joe starting to get up in the side of his eye. “Stay.” Joe did as told, laying motionless on the bed, his legs slightly spread.

Paul returned, shifting his weight onto the bed. Joe moaned, feeling the cool sensation of the lube drip onto his ass. Paul massaged the opening. Moments later he began to insert his cock. A deep groan escaped Joe’s throat the further Paul slid in. “That’s it baby. Take my cock…”

“Yes Sir.” Joe nodded burying his head in his arms and shutting his eyes. He could hear how satisfied Paul was from how he moaned from above as he started to fuck him. “Aah fuck! Yeah!” Joe said through gritted teeth rising up from the bed, looking over his shoulder. “Eyes front,” Joe obeyed “… unless you’re craving a whipping?”

“No Sir…” The young man replied as he looked straight ahead. “You might not have a choice.” Paul grunted and smiled devilishly, thrusting him harder now. Joe eyes shot open at the impact. “Oh Jesus!” Joe cried out as Paul raked along his back, touching on the welts. “Argh!”

“Sorry baby, did I hurt you?” Paul mocked. Joe pursed his lips as his eyes began to water. He shut them to ward off the tears. Paul fucked him hard and fast before eventually shooting his load.

“What do you say?” Paul pulled out and let Joe lower to the bed. “Thank you Sir.” He curled up, breathing deeply while Paul climbed towards him and forced him onto his back. He swept Joe’s hair away from his face to see how teary his eyes looked. “Baby?”

“I’m OK.” Joe dismissed rubbing his eyes as he turned away. “No you’re not. Come here.” Paul pulled him against his chest and cuddled him, kissing his forehead. “Aww baby.” He trailed his hands along Joe matted hair. He tilted his head up and kissed him on the mouth. “Sorry it’s the welts. I’m a bit sensitive.”

“We’ll take care of those. You also have a nice massage booked at 1pm too. You’ll be feeling right as rain soon baby, I promise.”

While Joe was being taken care of downstairs, Paul caught up on some work. The Draft was starting tonight on Raw so there was a lot of back and forth between him and the McMahons. He and Joe were due back at the arena again but weren’t expected there until about 6pm. He just had to do a couple of promos, nothing physical thankfully. Paul was in the middle of a spreadsheet when his phone rang. He paused, seeing Michael’s face appear on the screen. He scowled at the phone before answering. “Hey.”

“I thought I’d just check in with you for L.A. Have you planned anything specific yet?” Michael asked speculatively. “Not really, works been busy so I’m fairly relaxed about it. Why?”

“I was just thinking how I’d like to fuck your boy again. I feel I’ve got some unfinished business with him.” He sounded so arrogant. Paul remembered the conversation Joe had with him in the car the week before about Michael. It appeared he too, wanted to be with him again. “I’ll have to ask him.”

“What do you mean ask him. I thought he was your submissive?” Michael didn’t sound impressed. “You know it goes deeper than that. I don’t want him getting hurt.”

“He can handle a bit of pain, I should know. C’mon, what do you say? Maybe you should get involved too? After all, it’s been a while since we hooked up?” At that moment, Joe opened the door. Paul glanced at him with a small smile and stood. “It has…” He opened the sliding door and went out to the balcony, shutting it behind himself. Joe made himself at home and lay on the sofa, flicking between channels until he settled on a football game. Paul came back in about 10 minutes later. “You feeling better babe?”

“So relaxed. It was such a nice massage. Thank you.” Paul leaned down and kissed him, perching at his side. “I’m glad. I’m planning on getting to the arena for about 6 so what do you want to do for dinner? Do you want room service?”

“I’ll go with whatever you want.” Joe said softly clasping Paul’s hand on his own chest. “Good boy.”

“Have you heard anything more about the draft tonight?” Joe asked. “There’ll be a few surprises in there for sure.”

“Like what?” Joe asked. “I’m not telling baby. It’s top secret, you’ll just have to wait like everybody else.” He smirked.

“I thought there’d be perks to sleeping with the COO?” Joe teased. “There are…down on your knees where you belong.” Paul motioned for him to get down on his knees in front of the sofa while he undid his bathrobe, letting his cock fall into Joe’s hand. He licked the head, taking it hungrily into his mouth. He slid down the length of his hard cock, his head bobbing up and down. “Aww baby, that’s it…” Paul moaned from above, running his fingers through his hair. Joe continued to suck hard, massaging the head with his tongue. “Fuck yeah…” Paul held Joe’s head in rhythm to the bobbing, forcing it along until he could hear him groaning and coughing. Trails of drool slid out of his mouth but he kept going. Eventually, Paul came hard in the back of his throat. “Swallow every last drop like a good boy.” He let go of his hair, allowing him up for air. His facial hair was a mess of saliva and cum. “Dirty boy, just how I like you.” Paul smiled wickedly cupping his jaw. “Why don’t you go and freshen up and I'll order us dinner.”

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