Summary: Turnabout is fair play. (Sequel to Bitten)
Turnabout is fair play, but there was nothing fair about the way Ryan dragged Chad into the men's room at the back of the store, grabbed him by the hair and kissed him hard. Chad flailed for a moment before he found his bearings. That was precisely what Ryan wanted; there was no point in trying to outmuscle his partner. Ryan knew that if he were patient, Chad would become putty in his hands. He even let Chad take control momentarily, deepening the kiss with mounting urgency. As soon as he had Chad precisely where he wanted him, Ryan abruptly pulled his mouth away, yanked on Chad's hair again to expose his throat and slowly licked a line along his jaw. Chad shuddered and tried to reciprocate, but Ryan pinned him to the wall with a knee pressed between his legs. Chad could only hold on for dear life as Ryan sucked on Chad's sweet spot and was immediately rewarded with a commensurate hardening in Chad's groin. Ryan inwardly gloated and continued to work his lover into a frenzy with only his tongue and right thigh, which he slid slowly and firmly against Chad's denim-clad erection.
Ryan used his free hand to tear at the neckline of Chad's tee shirt to get at more skin. He licked, nibbled, sucked, and kissed a trail from Chad's clavicle up to his ear and back again, listening for the subtle change in Chad's breathing that signaled an imminent explosion. That's when Ryan pulled away again, grinning evilly when Chad grabbed him by the arms and forced him to finish what he'd begun. Ryan didn't disappoint. He kissed Chad deeply, entangling his fingers in Chad's hair once more as he applied just enough pressure with his hips to send Chad over the edge.
Ryan stood back to admire his handiwork. Chad looked utterly debauched--his hair was wildly askew, his lips red and swollen, his breathing ragged, and his neck a mess of red welts. Ryan smiled smugly when he saw the telltale darkness spreading across the crotch of Chad's jeans.
"Too easy," he muttered as he unlocked the door and slipped out of the restroom, fully aware that Chad was incapable of speech, much less following him. "I'll be in the car."
He ambled over to the counter, pausing on the way to pick out a shirt for Chad to replace the one he'd just ruined. Chad's walk of shame would be very brief and on friendly ground. Neither teen was a stranger to the owner of Ryan's favorite boutique.
"He'll be out in a second," Ryan said easily as he placed the polo shirt on top of the one he'd picked out earlier and threw down a charge card. The owner rang up the sale, idly glancing at the hand-shaped bruise on Ryan's forearm.
"If he doesn't come out on his own, I'm locking him in there and claiming salvage rights," he quipped. Ryan met his eyes and raised a single eyebrow in challenge. The owner winked and handed him the shopping bag.
Ryan walked out to his car and tossed the bag onto the back seat. He knew he was going to pay dearly for what he'd done. Payback was a bitch. Ryan smiled and put on his sunglasses. He rather enjoyed being Chad's bitch.