Sold by Sean Michael Page A

anything else in the world to do. Adam found himself moaning, slowly rocking against Matt, focused on nothing but their kisses. Matt’s hands landed on his ass, encouraging his movements. Master. The word echoed in his head, in his heart.
    It was the whistle of the kettle that brought the kisses to an end, its shriek startling them both.
    “Sorry. Sorry, I forgot about it.” He’d gotten lost.
    “So had I.” Matt pulled him back, letting the kettle scream as he took another kiss. Matt’s kisses left him stupid. The kiss ended slowly, and then Matt rubbed their noses together. “Okay, now you can get it.”
    “Get what?”
    “The kettle, lovely.”
    His cheeks went red hot. Burning.
    “Shh. Don’t be embarrassed. I’m flattered.”
    “You make me dizzy.” He grabbed the kettle, poured.
    “Yeah? Good. I like having a strong effect on you.”
    “No one ever has.”
    “That’s because I’m your Master.”
    “Yeah.” He met Matt’s eyes. “You know, I waited for you a long time.”
    “I’m glad you did.” Matt reached out and cupped his cheek, hand dropping a moment later so he could deal with the tea.
    “I am, too.” He made his Master tea, fingers shaking with the sudden need to make it right.
    Matt’s hands slid over his, wrapping around his fingers. “What’s wrong, lovely?”
    “I just want to make things good. Right. Perfect.” He spent a lot of time on perfection.
    “You’re making tea for yourself and your Master -- that’s perfect right there.”
    “There is also room for improvement.”
    “Sometimes you have to be happy with how things are.”
    He nodded, not really believing it.
    Matt growled softly and tugged him around. “Look at me, Adam. Nothing is perfect. We can only do our best.”
    “I try to, always.”
    “Trying is fine, as long as you don’t turn yourself inside out doing it.”
    “I. You’re making me uncomfortable.”
    “I don’t mean to. But I’m not going to change my mind about this.”
    Adam nodded. “Do you want honey?”
    “No, just a little bit of milk, please.”
    “Okay.” He nodded, made Matt’s tea.
    Matt stayed close, one hand sliding onto his back, rubbing small, almost not-there circles. The touch made his eyes cross, just a bit.
    When he’d made his tea as well, Matt took his hand and kissed his fingers. “Come watch the rest of the game with me.”
    “I can do that.” His fingers danced over Matt’s face.
    Matt turned to kiss his palms. Then his hand was taken, Matt leading him toward his little living room area.
    “Do you like the house?” It was simple, but he found it comfortable.
    “I do. It suits you.”
    Matt drew him onto the couch, a basketball game playing on the TV, the sound turned down. He curled in, resting against Matt’s shoulder. Matt’s arm wrapped around him. “This is nice, huh?”
    “It is.” He sipped his tea, the warmth good from outside and inside.
    “Do you have a favorite team?”
    “Not really. I love to watch the extreme sports, mostly.”
    “Like cage match extreme or snowboarding extreme?”
    “Snowboarding. Shaun White is hot.”
    Matt laughed softly. “He is. It’s the hair.”
    He nodded. “Yes. And the grin. He’s a magical creature.”
    “Kind of like you.”
    That made him smile. “If I was talented.”
    Matt looked at him, surprise in his eyes. “You’re talented.”
    Adam laughed. “At bruising and following directions?”
    “You’re the consummate sub, lovely. It’s a gift.”
    “Thank you, Master.”
    “Mmm.” Matt took another soft, lazy kiss. “You’re welcome.”
    If only his gift wasn’t the one thing that he did that hurt his Master.
    Matt’s team scored and Matt cheered, laughing and kissing him. He laughed, cheering alongside.
    “Man, this is so much more fun with someone.”
    Oh, that made him feel like a million dollars. “It is.”
    They cheered again as the ball sank in the basket. It wasn’t about sex and it wasn’t about subbing, it was just about