Lay Me Down (MxM)

18. Rules of Engagement🌶️

Jae

Lucas had been watching me on and off ever since we left The Lakehouse, but I refused to look at him. It seemed I had somewhat of a brat on my hands. I wasn't sure how much Lucas knew about brat taming, or whether he even realized that's the vibe he was giving off, but something told me the little shit was playing dumb for a reason. He'd done small things here and there throughout our time together to annoy me, push my buttons, and every time he was very open about hoping for a punishment of some type in return. He wanted me to play with him, so he'd been teasing me all day.

Brat.

I kept an eye on him here and there through my peripheral vision, and swore he was smirking every time he glanced at me. Lucas clearly wanted to play, but when push came to shove, would be into it? It's not that I had something overtly extreme up my sleeve, but it'd be a real taste of what he was craving. A way to ease him into things, test the waters, and quench what seemed like an insatiable thirst for the kinkier side of life.

"So, old man, you're gonna wanna take a right up here to hit Rose Creek." Lucas instructed confidently.

I saw the turn up ahead, faded signage pointing to this old backroad. Rose Creek leads to hiking trails and other outdoor activities, with turn-offs along the way for those looking to do some overnight tent camping. We lived in a small town, but it always amazed me that one could go from civilization to suddenly feeling as if they were in the middle of nowhere depending on which road you took. Rose Creek was one of those places, and I was well-aware that people used the camping spots to fuck, because I too had fucked around with partners there in my youth. I'd also broken up a few underage drinking parties there as well as a cop, but Lucas didn't know that.

No, I had very different plans for him.

Lucas spun in his seat as we flew past the sign. "Hey!"

It took everything in me not to smirk; I could feel the expression doing its best to tug at my mouth, but I refused to let it show. Lucas was confused.

"Dude, turn around." He pressed.

I gave him a sideways glance, and I felt myself smirk then. It was hard not to. Lucas really thought I'd give into every single one of his little demands. How amusing.

"Seriously, you missed it, what gives?" Lucas poked my arm repeatedly, followed by a drawn out "hello?"

I ran a hand through my hair, feeling the itch for another fucking cigarette crawling up my spine. "We're not going to Rose Creek."

Lucas stared at me. "W-what? Well, then where the fuck are we headed?"

"Guess you'll have to wait and see." I shrugged. "Smoke, please."

He crossed his arms and laughed. "Nope, don't feel like it."

"Perhaps I wasn't clear," I said flatly. "You're going to be a good boy and light me a smoke."

He echoed his own words smugly. "Did you not hear me, or do I gotta spell it out for ya? I. Don't. Feel. Like. It."

Brat.

Lucas was totally playing—he was being a little shit on purpose. It pissed me off as much as it excited me, and I couldn't wait to get my hands on that round ass of his. We were only about fifteen minutes from our destination, and I estimated I'd have exactly an hour to play with my new pet, with a short, thirty-minute window to get said pet's tanned ass home in time for curfew. I didn't like being rushed when it came to this type of thing but wasn't above an impromptu scene either. I only regretted that I wouldn't have longer with him afterwards to unwind and provide more aftercare.

"You're sure that's the answer you want to go with?" I questioned casually. Lucas was still watching me, and it was as if he was desperate to have my eyes on him, so I continued to deny him.

"... and if it is?" He leaned on the center console and continued to stare at me, face in hand. I couldn't see clearly, but I knew the grin he'd given me was cheeky as all hell.

Damn, he's cute.

"Ever heard the phrase 'fuck around and find out', Pet?" I asked, considering to myself how I'd play this. I thought over my lap would be a good place to start, with one hand secured behind his back, ass, and cock mine to play with.

He smirked. "What do you think, old man?"

I felt his left hand settle on my thigh, working its way slowly to my cock. It felt good, but I smacked his hand abruptly before he could get any further.

"Hah. Touchy, aren't we?" He chuckled, studying me intently. "Now Daddy, tell me where we're going, or I might begin to think you're a serial killer or something."

I raised a brow and gave him a once-over, heart skipping a beat as I made the turn down the road to my house. Lucas wasn't aware, but we lived ironically close to each other. His dad's house was no more than a ten or fifteen-minute drive from my place depending on traffic, which was far too convenient if you asked me.

"Okay, seriously Jae." He snapped. "Where the fuck are we going?"

I remained silent, my house now just at the end of the cul-de-sac. Lucas looked around wildly.

"Where the fuck?" he murmured, quieting as we pulled into the driveway.

"My place." I said firmly, shutting off the car. I watched Lucas for a few moments, and his eyes grew very wide.

"Wait... really?" He stuttered, looking between me and the house.

"Do I look like I'm joking?" I raised my brow and unbuckled, collecting my cigarettes from the center console.

Lucas stumbled over his words and his face flushed a deep red. "Uh... no, I mean...I don't think so."

"Good, now that we have that cleared up, you're going to shut that pretty mouth of yours and listen." I began sternly, taking him by the chin. "Being as this is Master's house; you will obey his rules. You will only go where he says, and when he says it. You will not touch anything unless Master orders you to, and you will remove your shoes when you step through the door. Am I clear?"

Lucas was beautiful, his blue eyes unwavering and trained on mine. His dark lashes, the dimple beginning to form on his right cheek where a smile was threatening to surface... he bit his lip and raked his eyes over me. "We'll see about that."