Time Out of Mind (Suncoast Society #43)(49)

Doyle could tell from Clark’s face that he was convinced. “Well?” Doyle asked.

“Holy shit. Switch the camera back and let me see you both.” He did, Mevi putting his guitar down and joining him. “You wrote those since getting to Florida? Seriously?”

“Yeah.”

Clark slowly nodded. “Okay. I’ve known Mevi indirectly because of the others for several years now. That is, no shit, maybe the best stuff I’ve ever heard him write, and you’re telling me he did that in a couple of weeks?”

“Exactly,” Mevi said. “Clark, seriously, I feel better than I have in years. All I’m asking is you keep this confidential.”

“Despite my better judgment, I will. You’d best stay sober, though.”

“I will. I want to. I want to work.”

“You keep turning out material like that, you’re going to triple what you lost in less than a year. You realize that, right? You’re going to have people begging you to write for them, or let them cover those. Not to mention digital sales and streaming services.”

“I’m probably going to have more than enough for two albums by the time the tour’s over. Maybe more.”

“Good. That’s great timing. Okay, Doyle, I’ll consider this a handshake agreement, but I’ll send you a PDF you’ll need to digitally sign, to agree to the new terms.”

Relief filled him. “Deal.”

“I hope you two know what you’re doing. Let me get off here. I want to beat traffic.”

“Thanks,” they both said before Clark ended the call.

Doyle turned to Mevi.

He looked hopeful.

Eager.

Ready.

Doyle pulled him in for a kiss. “Are you sure you want this? Me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Doyle ran a hand through Mevi’s hair. “No more of that stupid silver dye.”

Mevi smiled. “Yes, Sir.”

“And I don’t like long hair. No longer than this. Okay?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Doyle sighed. “And you can always say no, or ask for a modification, or safeword.”

Mevi pressed close. “What if I don’t want to say no? What if I want Sir to decide those things?”

Doyle smiled. “Be careful what you wish for.”





Doyle took Mevi’s hand and led him upstairs as Mevi’s heart raced, eager to finally be with this man. The Walgreens bag had ended up on Doyle’s bed, and after sitting Mevi on the end of his bed—fully clothed—he showed Mevi what was in the bag.

Several boxes of condoms and a large bottle of lube.

He got the bottle of lube out of the box and removed the inner seal, getting it ready. Then he stood between Mevi’s legs, leaning in and kissing him, one hand on the back of Mevi’s head and the other grabbing Mevi’s hand and placing it on the front of Doyle’s slacks where his erection pressed against the zipper.

Mevi moaned at the feel of it.

“That’s going in your ass, boy,” Doyle rumbled. “And in your mouth. Although,” he quickly added, “not in that order. That’s just gross. No ass-to-mouth.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“You ever have anything in your ass before?”

Heat filled his face. “My fingers. In the shower. A couple of times, not a lot.”

“No one’s ever f*cked you?”

He shook his head. “No, Sir,” he whispered.

“Good.” He stepped back and dug something out of his toybag.

A butt plug.

Doyle smiled as he held it up. “It’s a fairly small one, don’t worry. Ironically, yours is the first male ass it’ll have ever been inside. That’s sort of fitting, huh?”

Mevi smiled. “Yes, Sir.”

He’d also dug a small coil of rope out of his bag. “Something hurts in a bad way, you safeword immediately. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Doyle shoved him back onto the bed and straddled him, pinning his hands over his head.

Mevi nearly came from how his own cock ground against Doyle through their slacks.

“Don’t you dare come yet, boy,” Doyle ordered. “Stay.”

Mevi kept his hands where Doyle put them while Doyle reached down and started unbuttoning Mevi’s shirt. Once he had it open, he tugged it out of his slacks and pulled it off over his head, dropping it to the floor. Then he proceeded to tie Mevi’s wrists together.

Doyle stood, smiling down at him. “Now then.” He pulled off Mevi’s shoes and socks before he started working on his belt and fly. Once Mevi lay naked before him, Doyle seemed to be feasting on him with his eyes. “When we’re alone, boy, you’re naked. Period. You ask permission to put on clothes. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“It’s because I love looking at you, but also because I might want to bend you over and plow that gorgeous ass whenever I want.”

Mevi’s cock twitched, pre-cum pearling at the slit.

Doyle noticed. He smiled as he reached down and swiped his finger along the head, lifting it to his lips to taste.

“Mmm.” Doyle milked another drop from him, this time feeding it to him. “I have a very sweet boy,” he hoarsely said. “And yes, your cock will be getting sucked, too.”