The Hamptons' House

1994: Part 2

The sun was way too bright when Tony pried his eyes open. Not for the first time he wished he had some kind of automated assistant to control things like blinds and lights and the temperature of the building. He made a mental note to work on that for the new place in Malibu. It would make his life a lot simpler and the fewer people he had nosing around in his home the better.

There was a muffled thudding in his head and he felt a little queasy but otherwise, he felt fine. It was impressive really, given that there was a big black void in his mind from a little after he had cake until now. He wasn't even sure how he'd gotten to his room and as his eyes adjusted to the light and he saw that it was you sleeping next to him, he relaxed back into his pillow again.

He was glad to see you. It was strange, so much had changed since he'd last been here with you. His parents dying in that car accident had really sent him reeling and there hadn't been a day since that he hadn't drunk at least enough to take the edge of his grief. The amount that took was a little more each day and there were a lot of days where it wasn't just the alcohol. He'd dabbled in other drugs. Pot, E, a little coke here and there. Sex. He had a lot of sex these days. The orgy last night wasn't even an unusual occurrence anymore. He often had multiple partners at once. Sex was a good distraction from how completely and utterly shit he felt most of the time.

When you'd shown up at the funeral there was a huge part of himself that had just wanted to abandon everything - every single responsibility that had been dumped on his head - and just run away with you. He'd move into your dorm room and just work on inventions while you finished your Ph.D. The two of you could fuck constantly and maybe... just maybe he could get a little piece of happiness for himself.

In the end, the grief and responsibility stopped him. He wasn't even ready to let you comfort him. The accident was his fault after all and he needed to feel bad about it. If he hadn't gotten his dad riled up before they left, maybe he wouldn't have driven his car into that tree.

You were here now and maybe... maybe he was ready? You could move to LA with him and have a life together. Maybe the two of you could have your own special thing there where he brought home people and that was okay too. Maybe he could actually be who he was supposed to be if he wasn't alone.

He rolled toward you and draped his arm over your back. When you didn't stir he began to slowly graze his fingers down your back, nudging the sheet that was covering your naked body down further and further until the crack of your ass was exposed. He leaned over and kissed your shoulder. You mumbled and rolled over to face him.

"Morning," he said softly.

You smiled and leaned in and kissed him gently. He tilted his head, deepening it and pulling you close so you could feel his erection pressing into your hip. You pulled back and looked at him. "Remember what I said I'd buy you when I was last here?"

Tony smirked and bit his bottom lip. "You gonna fuck me, cookie?"

"Mm-hmm..." you hummed. "If you want me to."

He leaned into you and nipped at your earlobe. "I would love that."

You got up out of bed and went to your bag. "How do you want to do this?" you asked. "Do you want it to be like a domination thing? Or just fairly vanilla only I'm giving it to you?"

Tony thought about it for a moment. He'd done a lot of things in his short life, but never this. He'd wanted to but he never really kept anyone around long enough to bring up pegging. He was tempted to just say vanilla just because it was new, but as you stepped into the harness and put the slender black dildo into place, you looked so in control he wanted more. He liked being submissive anyway, and if you were willing to dominate him, he wasn't going to miss that opportunity.