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Chapter Nine – I’m Not A Good Man

His parents hadn’t commented on his sudden decision to take a trip by himself out of town or even question him too in-depth about details, but he was still on guard. Ed had called him several times all week and left some messages, but it appeared that he hadn’t talked to Christian’s parents at all.

That meant that he still had time. Brown hadn’t called him, but that was their usual MO, and he wasn’t bothered. Much.

This weekend, he would ask Brown about wanting to go steady. They liked each other, and they clicked. So the next logical step was that; it didn’t matter that Christian had no interest in becoming a sub and that his partner liked to be known as a dom. No one knew the real Rhett Brown.

But he did. Christian smiled and looked at himself in the mirror. If only he could make his hair behave. He had tried cutting it before, but he looked weird if it was too short. His ears were gigantic, and he looked like a strange winged animal. If Brown saw him that way, he would laugh so hard.

Rhett. Christian said the name in his head a few times. He would call him that, but only after Brown agreed to become his boyfriend for real. Ha, he would be so surprised after insisting for so long.

It was time for him to go. Brown had sent him a single message with his room number and the hotel he was staying at. Christian had so many things in mind, things he wanted to do to him, but only after they got the matter of an exclusive relationship out of the way.

He threw one last look at himself in the mirror. He liked baggy clothes lately since they didn’t allow anyone to see how skinny he was. Maybe Brown didn’t like the muscular type as much as other people thought, but he didn’t want to remind him by showing off how much of a contrast he was to that ideal.

What was he thinking? He would spend the weekend mostly naked, anyway, and Brown had praised him before. There was nothing for him to worry about.

***

As expected, the conference had been a dull affair, but even tedious things had an end, so now he could go back to his hotel room and unwind for the remainder of the day. He had half-expected Christian to appear on Friday evening, but they hadn’t talked details.

Maybe the kid wouldn’t come at all. Rhett had arranged so that things worked the way he wanted, but he didn’t mind sparing Christian of a humiliation he wouldn’t forget soon. It would be better if fickle as he could sometimes be, he had forgotten already about his promise to come to visit.

Tough chance of that, he thought, as someone jumped on his back the moment he was inside. He had left instructions for a certain young companion to be allowed into his room as soon as he made an appearance.

With an exaggerated grunt, Rhett reached behind him and grabbed Christian. A naughty giggle was the immediate reaction. What he planned to do had to be the hardest thing he had done in a long time.

“Hmm, you look so tired, Mr. Brown,” Christian teased once they were face to face. “How did you introduce me to the hotel personnel? As your paramour?”

“Now that’s a term I bet the hotel personnel here doesn’t often hear. And I don’t ever justify myself.”

“I bet.” Christian snickered. “I missed you.”

A romantic image of him, Eddy had called it, whatever Christian thought. A likewise reply stood on his lips, but he kept from letting out such inane words. So, instead, he grinned and pointed Christian to the bedroom. “You’ll have to show me how much.”

Christian’s eyes lit up. The boy couldn’t suspect a thing. “Sure thing I will.”

He walked in front, with Rhett following closely.

Once inside, Rhett wasted no more time. He kissed Christian once, hard, and pushed him on the bed. “Oh, wow, you really missed me.”

He was unceremonious while removing Christian’s clothes and throwing them on the floor. The blue eyes were shining, but there was no fear in them. Rhett got hold of a slender ankle and pulled Christian to the edge of the bed.

He spat into his palm and pushed his hand roughly between the boy’s buttocks. Any moment now, the kitten would show his claws, but instead, Christian’s breathing deepened, and his lips opened slightly.

Despite the promise he had made himself, Rhett leaned in and placed a soft kiss on that alluring mouth. He fiddled with the condom for a while, as Christian showed no signs of letting him go and wrapped his arms around his neck, holding on tightly.

How was he supposed to make Christian understand who he was dealing with if they kept kissing like that? They were both hungry for each other, and that was no act. The young man shivered in his arms as he continued.

He wanted this final act to be rough and unloving. But Christian made love of things that weren’t supposed to be that, which only made the hurt worse. At the first gasp of pained pleasure, Rhett stopped and kissed the other so more until the slender body gave in, little by little.

“I only let you get away with this,” Christian breathed out, “because you missed me so much.”

And when he didn’t want to say the words on the tip of his tongue, Christian had to fuck all expectations and do it for him. Was it the right thing to let him go? To push him away?

It was. Christian deserved better, and that was one thing Eddy was right about. But that didn’t need he couldn’t allow himself one last bout of pleasure, one last memory to hold on to.

He moved his hips fast while his heart told him to go slow. He thrust in and out while Christian held on to him and voiced his pleasure loudly. Rhett couldn’t help but look at him, at his beautiful face lost in sensations.

Sometimes, men had to give up on those people they wanted the most simply because it was the right thing to do.

Christian dropped his feet on the floor and sighed as soon as their act consumed. “Wow, now that was wild,” he said. “Don’t you ever jerk off, Mr. Brown?”

Maybe the punk had been right to keep the distance by calling him that instead of Rhett. It was a tangible reminder of the distance between them and not just that regarding age.

“I’m too busy to jerk off,” he offered an answer.

Too busy thinking of you and what you’re doing to me.

“I guess you wouldn’t be the financial genius you are without sacrificing a couple of things. But I’m here, so you don’t have to sacrifice anything anymore.” Christian stood up and padded around the room without care that he was completely naked.

Rhett looked away. “Things cannot go on like this.”

Christian turned. “I totally agree.”

“You do?”

“Yes.” Christian shrugged. “I mean, I think you’re a little too old to hide like this, and as much as I like all this secrecy, it lost its shine.”

“A little too old, huh?”

“Hey, I didn’t say it like that, okay?” Christian said. “There’s something I want to tell you. Ask you.”

Rhett looked at him. “All right. You can go first since I also want to tell you a few things.”

Christian stopped and frowned for a second. But all was gone, and his beautiful face lit up with a smile. “You told me I shouldn’t feel insecure. So, this is what I’m asking. Will you be my boyfriend?”

Rhett blinked. Why couldn’t have Christian come here to tell him that was their last time together? What was he doing? Was he even thinking what a ludicrous thing he was asking?

It was high time to set him straight. “Boyfriend?”

“Yeah,” Christian said boldly. “I don’t want to be with anyone else, and I think you like me a lot.”

Rhett cursed inwardly. He hadn’t expected that. What Christian was saying made perfect sense, but for who? Definitely not for the entire world waiting behind that door. Still, it offered him the ideal opportunity to put his plan in motion. “Well, if that’s what you think, why don’t you lie on the bed?”

Christian didn’t bristle at his harsh tone. Instead, he sat on the bed like an obedient child. Rhett pushed against his shoulders. “Further up, and lie on your belly. Good,” he added, as Christian did as told. “Now spread your legs and arms as far as you can.”

Since it was part of the plan, he was prepared. He took his time to tie Christian’s ankles and wrists with rope to the bedposts, and for a second, he stopped. Not to admire his handwork and strategize his next move, like usual, but because it was hard to continue.

He moved around, fighting to collect his thoughts. “Why would you want me as your boyfriend, Christian?”

“Because I like you.”

Smack! Rhett wanted to put all his strength behind that, but he knew, instinctively, that he was still too gentle. He counted on the element of surprise to get where he needed with that course of action.

“Hey! You spanked me!”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I did. A punk like you deserves it and even more.” He let his hand descend once more on the plump buttocks.

It was a lesson not only for this time but for the future, too. Christian would know better before trusting someone blindly like that again.

“This isn’t funny,” Christian complained and fought against his restraints to no avail.

“For you, I suppose it’s not. Now, answer the question, Christian.”

“Why I want you as my boyfriend? I already did.”

Rhett smacked his palm against the reddening bottom.

“Why are you such a prick?” Christian revolted. “You don’t want to be my boyfriend? Fine, just say it.”

“Oh, I should do that, right? Because there was never talk of something like that between us, and you’re simply breaking the rules.”

“What rules? We’ve never talked of any rules.”

“Don’t pretend to be dense now. And really, don’t you think I’ve seen through your act? How long were you planning to make a fool out of me?”

Christian gasped as Rhett spanked him relentlessly. “What on earth are you talking about?”

“You’re a clever punk, I give it to you. But playing me? What did you think? That I was born yesterday? Or blinded by your youth and beauty?”

Christian looked over his shoulder as much as he could in his predicament. “Weren’t you? Blinded, I mean --”

Yes, he was, he still was, but that wasn’t on the table. “No,” he said harshly. “I let you play your game, curious of how far you would take things.”

“This isn’t fair! There’s no game!”

“Sure there is. You wanted to drive your family nuts and thought of me as a pawn in your little plan to do so. Even worse, hearing from your cousin how I could be a proper challenge for your wits, you thought of humiliating me in the process, too. Let’s say that I would have answered ‘yes’ to your little proposal. What would have happened next?”

He put more force behind his hand this time. Christian gasped and cursed. “Are you hard in the head? We would have been boyfriends, done boyfriends’ things, I don’t know!”

“Well, Christian, allow me to have a hard time believing that. You are smart, brilliant even, but you’re not ready to sit at the big boys’ table. And that means that you need to learn your lesson now.”

“Stop spanking me,” Christian shouted.

“Oh, you want me to stop? Then tell me the truth.”

“This is the truth.”

“No, it’s not, and you won’t be able to sit for days if you insist.”

“I like you, asshole!”

“I have no reason to believe you. Ah, right, if you like me so much, why have you done things your way all the time? You knew I liked being a dom, and yet you refused adamantly to become my sub. Now this is my version of how our relationship would only be ever possible.” Rhett struck Christian’s butt once more, and his heart squeezed.

“You’re such an asshole,” Christian said bitterly. “Is this all we can be? I don’t like it! I hate it!”

“And I hate to allow a punk twenty years younger --”

“Nineteen --”

Rhett stood up abruptly. If he looked too much at Christian, if he listened too much, he would end up releasing him, taking him into his arms, and telling him he was right. “And I hate it,” he continued, “to allow someone like you to pretend he could dominate me in bed. It’s against everything I’m made of.”

“You liked it,” Christian accused quietly.

“No.” He sat with his back turned so that the young man couldn’t see his face. “I pretended, curious of how far you would go. You surprised me.”

“Nothing of what you say is true,” Christian protested, but his voice wavered. “You did like me, too. I just don’t get it why you’re such an asshole --”

“Because that’s who I am,” Rhett replied harshly. “If what you say about your feelings for me is true, then I pity you.”

“You pity me?”

“Yes. Taking a liking at me shouldn’t have ever been in your plan.”

“No, it shouldn’t have,” Christian admitted in a wooden voice. “And yes, there was a plan, at first. And it didn’t include me falling in love with you.”

Falling in love? Rhett squeezed his fists tightly. Now would be a good moment to start laughing, but even if he mustered all his strength, he couldn’t do it. A fleeting infatuation, Eddy had said. For Christian’s sake, he hoped that was true.

“I’m glad you’re finally admitting to your wrongdoings,” he said flatly. “You earned the right to be released.” He moved quickly, without looking at Christian, not even for one moment.

Christian remained in the middle of the bed, rubbing his wrists.

“I suggest you dress up.” Rhett typed a message quickly on his phone. “There are people here to take you home.”

“What? What people?”

“Dress up, Christian. I know your cousin feels deeply for you, and you might not live down too well the humiliation of being seen like this by him. Nor him.”

He didn’t have to look to know what Christian was doing. A small quiet sniffle was the giveaway. “Why are you doing this?”

“You should know why. I’m not a good man.”

Christian didn’t offer any other reply to that, but he got up from the bed and began following the order. Rhett moved out of the way. A loud, agitated knock on the door interrupted his messed up thoughts.

“Where is he?” Eddy pushed him out of the way and entered the room.

Adrian stood in the door and looked around. He didn’t seem as affected by the current circumstances as his husband. Instead, his dark eyes set on him, questioning without words.

“What?” he asked and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Hmm.”

Eddy moved past him, with one arm wrapped around Christian’s shoulders, murmuring encouraging words to him.

“Be thankful,” Rhett said. “I could have turned this into a scandal, but I chose not to. Remember this, Eddy.”

There was tension in Eddy’s back, but he turned to face him. “I will, Brown. Be sure I will remember everything.”

“No thanks, no warm parting words?” he insisted when Eddy continued to walk, with his cousin in his arms.

Adrian moved to let them pass, but he remained there, watching Rhett with keen eyes.

“What? Should we have a little show off? A little boxing match?” Rhett asked.

To his surprise, Adrian grinned. The fucker dared to do that, and he looked so damned smug about it, too. “Why didn’t you?”

“Why didn’t I what?”

Adrian turned on his heels lazily, his grin growing broader. “You know.”

Rhett waited for their steps to die down, closed the door, and smacked his palm against the flat surface. Once, twice, thrice. A boxing match with Eddy’s husband would have helped a lot.

***

Christian was frozen in place. He could barely register Ed’s warm hand caressing his back. What the hell had just happened? Had he misread the situation so badly? He had even let it slip that he had fallen in love with that bastard. Was this why there was such an expression as ‘madly in love’? Because you suddenly became mad, incapable of thinking reasonably?

No, no, it couldn’t be. Something must have happened, but what? Why would Brown behave like that all of a sudden? Was he that great an actor? Christian wanted to believe otherwise, but he had the proof in front of him. He had a butt that hurt in more ways than one, but it was nothing like the pain in his heart.

Brown had gone off and hurt him on purpose. But why? He could just call things off, and Christian would have gotten over him. Not quickly, but –

He pushed his fists against his eyes. Why did he feel like crying?

“I’m so, so sorry, Christian,” Ed said softly. “Had I know that man’s grudge would take him this far, I would have done better when you came to talk to us about him.”

“What grudge?” Christian asked.

Ed sighed. “You know that I rejected him in the past.”

“Yeah, you mentioned it.”

“Well, I didn’t get into details at the time, but it wasn’t pleasant. I think he took it badly.”

“He’s not in love with you,” Christian rebelled.

He could see Adrian in the rearview mirror. Ed’s husband was behind the wheel because, obviously, they wanted to keep this under wraps.

“Of course he’s not. And he never was. But that’s not the point with a man like him,” Ed explained. “Although I didn’t want to make it into something others would notice, he continued his pursuit for a while.”

“Pfft,” Adrian snorted. “He was like a hound dog even when you were already with me.”

Christian forgot about his pain and sorrow for a moment. These details were new. He wiped his tears and focused on Ed.

“Yes, well, he didn’t know we were really together. He just thought you were another plaything,” Ed said.

Christian snickered. Somehow, the idea of Adrian being treated as a plaything amused him. He winced when he shifted his position, and his butt hurt. The laughter died in his throat. “How did you know I would be here?”

“Brown texted me yesterday and told me to be here today if I wanted him to give up on you once and for all, as well as on causing a scandal --”

“Did you blackmail him?” Christian asked, alarmed by his cousin’s words.

Ed sighed. “No. I appealed to his common sense, in hope that he still had at least one moral bone in his body.”

And what a body that was, Christian thought and shook his head. The situation was serious, his backside was on fire from all that spanking, and his heart bled – a little – and he still couldn’t think of anything else but how much he was attracted to that asshole.

“I should have known better,” Ed added with bitterness in his voice. “I should have gotten down to his level, threatened him, but I still had a sliver of hope that he would do the right thing.”

“What right thing?” Christian asked, fearing the answer.

Ed caressed his head. “To let go of you. From the start, all he wanted and planned was to hurt you.”

Christian looked down. Maybe that was the truth, even if his heart didn’t want to believe it for one moment. Could men fake liking someone the way Brown had done with him? And to believe that he had thought himself capable of playing that kind of man.

“But he didn’t hurt me,” he said quietly, still looking down.

“What do you mean?” Ed asked. “I don’t recall seeing you crying, ever since you were five or so.”

“Sometimes, dudes have to cry because of their own stupidity,” Christian replied.

Adrian chuckled.

Ed didn’t appear to agree. “Don’t make this your fault, Christian. You know well you were the victim in this.”

“The victim? Why would I be the victim when I was the one to pursue him and not the other way around?”

He looked up and met Adrian’s eyes in the rearview mirror. A short nod encouraged him to talk further. “Yes, that’s true,” he said and held his head high. “I was curious, so I went after him. And I got him. I had him, Ed.”

“Christian,” Ed scolded him softly, “he might have made things look like you were in charge, but he’s a cunning man, ruthless and --”

“You don’t know him at all,” Christian accused.

Ed fell silent for a moment. “Maybe that’s true. But everything he told me when I talked to him about you confirmed all my suppositions about the true nature of his intentions.”

That was a problem, and Christian couldn’t wrap his head around it. Had Brown just used him, after all, to get back at Ed? Had he been this blind? No, things didn’t add up. “When did you talk to him?”

“On Tuesday. Does it matter?”

That must have been right after Christian had run off from Adrian’s and Ed’s house. It had given Brown plenty of days to think things through, then. “What did you ask him?”

“In a nutshell? I asked him to do the right thing.”

“And abandon me.”

“Christian, please, I know that you must have thought he liked you, but understand my position, too. I’ve always cared about you, and I’ll always will.”

Of course that was the truth. But Christian was still unsettled by the real reasons that must have pushed Brown into behaving like that. He really needed to think things through, but first, he needed to tend to the sorrow state of his ass and his heart.

“He did the right thing,” Adrian pointed out, taking both Christian and Ed by surprise.

“How so?” Ed expressed his feelings.

“He did exactly what you told him to do. Must be because he still likes you.”

“He doesn’t like me,” Ed replied.

“He doesn’t like Ed,” Christian said at the same time.

Adrian laughed softly. “That’s a world class asshole we’re dealing with here. But, come on, you two, you know that I’m right. Especially you, Edward. It’s not like you to be blind.”

Ed seemed to ponder. “I really hope that’s not some jealousy talking, Adrian.”

“Me? Jealous of that guy? I married you. And if he ever tries anything, I’ll slug him,” Adrian said like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Christian snickered.

Adrian continued. “Here’s my two cents, my beautiful airheads. Brown respects you, Edward. That’s how he likes you, and that’s why he did what he did. And he likes Christian, well, in more physical ways, at least. If he hadn’t liked him, you would have seen your cousin’s lovely ass scattered around the Internet, on some shady sex tape, or whatever this guy does to cause a scandal.”

“That must be it!” Christian exclaimed. “He likes me!”

“Adrian, stop giving Christian false hopes,” Ed said sternly.

“I love you more than anything, honey, but sometimes your upbringing blinds you to the simplest things, it’s funny.”

“Honey? Did you just call me ‘honey’?”

“It seemed appropriate, and also I’ve been thinking of endearing terms for a while.”

“I am definitely against it. ‘Honey’ is not something I want to be called,” Ed said, sounding rather vexed.

Christian grinned and relaxed.

“Sugar?”

“No, not in a million years.”

“Sweetheart?”

“You are going to give me diabetes.”

“Hmm, pumpkin?”

“Don’t, Adrian, just don’t.”

Christian tuned out the bickering between the two husbands and began planning. If only his ass didn’t hurt as much, he would have a clearer head, too. What he needed was to find a way to convince a certain stubborn man that he was wrong to discard him so easily.

Or else.

TBC

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