Goddamn Rain for crapping out on them like that. He was supposed to be here, to take the edge off with his in-your-face sexuality, his nasty-boy attitude and his submission. Because the thing Jason wanted more than anything right now was the thing he didn't have, a sub.

It didn't matter. He wouldn't let it matter. Benny was here, eager and willing and ready for sex. So that's what they would have, nice vanilla sex, no toys, no games, no rough stuff, just nice gayboy fucking.

They walked in silence across the parking area and Jason keyed them in through the back door. Inside the club was cool and quiet and they made it to the elevator without seeing anyone.

"Aren't you going to find Dante and make sure everything is okay?"

"Everything's fine. I called him before we left Shannon's."

"When did you do that?"

"Before I came outside." Opening the elevator's heavy door, Jason dragged back the metal gate. "Get in."

Benny stepped into the elevator. As he passed he brushed against Jason. That casual contact sent an electric thrill dancing along his spine, and his dick, which had started to go soft, perked up again.

Inside the elevator, Benny leaned against the wall. He lowered his lashes and his tongue slipped out to moisten his lips as he sent Jason a very un-Bennylike look. The little flirt! He must be taking lessons from Rain.

Christ!

Stepping into the elevator, Jason let the door swing shut before he slid the gate back into place. He turned his full attention on the elevator controls. It was hardly rocket science. Set the lever and push the button, yet he took his time, more than his time while he got himself under control.

As the ancient gears ground to life, Jason shut his eyes and sent up a prayer to that God he didn't believe in.

If you're up there, man, I could sure use a divine intervention right about now.

Nothing happened.

So much for divine intervention. He was on his own.

Jason took a quiet breath. He could do this, keep his desires on a short leash, hold back the Dom and just be a normal guy having normal sex with a sweet young thing who--

"Jase?"

A little calmer, he turned, his gaze settling on Benny, and whatever he meant to say slid away, leaving him as tongue-tied and speechless as a high school kid on prom night.

Benny hadn't moved, except for the hand now cupping his crotch. He traced the length of his erection through his jeans. His thumb rubbed slow circles over the head until a small damp spot about the size of a quarter, appeared on the faded denim. Benny slid that thumb into his mouth and sucked. His gaze flicked up, just for a moment, the space of a heartbeat.

In those eyes Jason saw everything he wanted and knew he was lost.

"Eyes down, boy."

Obediently, Benny lowered his gaze.

Jason's heart thudded, heavy and fast, the beat like a bass drum all throughout his body, but most especially in his dick.

Catching Benny's wrists, He raised them above his head and pinned them against the wall with one hand. Under his fingertips the pulse fluttered wildly. He raked his gaze down that slender body then back up, stopping and lingering at Benny's crotch.

The elevator jolted to a stop.

Divine intervention, Jason thought, and nearly laughed out loud.

He tightened his grip on Benny's wrists. "You look a little excited there, boy. Are you excited?"

"Yes sir," Benny breathed.

"What do you find so exciting?"

"I--" Benny swallowed. His Adam's apple bobbed and he licked his lips. "Not knowing, I guess, sir."

"Not knowing what?"

"What you're going to do to me." His eyelids flickered, not quite a blink. He was keeping his eyes down just as he'd been told. But Jason could see he was cheating, peering up through those long, long lashes.

His lips curved. "Benny, we're stopped in an elevator with no toys, no restraints and hardly enough room for the two of us. What could I possibly do to you that would be so exciting?"

Benny shivered. "You don't need toys, sir. It's just you." His cheeks flushed, the blush spreading down his neck and back to his ears as he went on. "You could make me do whatever you want. You could spank me. Or you could make me jerk off while you watch me." He paused, took a breath. "You could make me suck your cock and come on my face or in my mouth. Make me swallow every drop and lick up any that I miss. You could make me strip and hold me down and--"

"Benny. Stop." Catching Benny's chin with his free hand, Jason tilted his face up. He leaned in so that when he spoke his breath fanned across Benny's lips. "Listen to me, boy. Are you listening?"

Benny nodded. "Yes sir."

"That's not what I want from you."

"Oh."

"Don't look at me like that." Jason gave Benny's head a tiny shake. "Submission is not about being made to do anything. It's not about taking what I dish out and muscling through." He leaned in even closer. "That's what you have yet to learn."

Benny's mouth opened, but before he could speak, Jason continued.

"Of course I could make you do any of those things, if I wanted, which I don't. Dominance is power, yes. But it's the power we share, that we exchange. If you kneel at my feet, it's because you want to be there, because you can't imagine being anywhere else. If you taste my lash, it's because you crave it. If you suck my cock, it's because it pleases you to please me." Jason's thumb stroked over Benny's bottom lip. "If I come in your mouth or in your ass, it's because you belong to me and I'm claiming you. Understand?"

Parting his lips, Benny took Jason's thumb into his mouth. He sucked, not the way a child sucks his own thumb, but the way a man sucks a cock. He stroked his tongue over the pad, scraping his teeth over the lightly calloused flesh. He bobbed his head, up and down, up and down. His eyes drifted closed as he drew on Jason's thumb taking it all the way into his mouth, using his lips and applying light pressure at the base then swirling his tongue around and around on the up-stroke.

Inside his jeans Jason's dick wept. His leg slipped between Benny's, his thigh coming up to press against the smaller man's crotch. Benny rocked against the pressure, angling for more, begging with his body. He was utterly shameless, utterly beautiful, and exactly what Jason wanted.

He increased the pressure on Benny's balls, just a little, just enough to bring his point home.

The smaller man rose on his toes, the rocking of his hips growing more pronounced.

"What do you need, boy?"

Benny released Jason's thumb. "Need to come for you, sir. Would it please you if I came for you?"