When We Were Us

Chapter 2

*~*David's POV: June 9, 2013*~*
Pairings: David/Jon & David/Tico

Ugh, what did I do last night? How could I be so stupid? I could have just sent Jon back to his room, but no...I just HAD to give in to what he was offering. Fuck, what kind of friend am I?

I can hear Tico's voice in the back of my head. I trained you better than this; to keep your emotions out of it. What kind of Dominant are you if you can't control yourself? He'd be right. Tico was who I needed to talk to. Jon's too attached. Or am I that arrogant?

The sun is relentless and prods me until I roll out of bed and pull on my favorite plaid lounge pants. Yeah yeah, call me old. Those fuckers are comfy. I stuff my room key into the pocket and peek out. The hallway is empty as I hurry to Tico's door and knock.

"David?" Tico answers the door, surprised to see me so early, "What's happening, man?"

My eyes gave him a quick once over, taking note of his dark chest hair and muscled arms. Up to his tousled hair. Fuck, he still makes me feel like a naughty schoolboy. "Sorry it's early, but I need your help...advice and you're the only one I can come to about this particular situation."

Nice way of saying, Hey you fuck me in the ass so I'm coming to you with all my shit.

Tico studied my face closely, frowning slightly before standing aside to silently let me in through the door. He closed it quietly, deliberately, the sound of the lock clicking into place was loud in the silence.

I walk over to the sofa and kneel in front of it, waiting for him to sit above me. "Tell me," Tico said simply.

A small sigh escapes my lips. "I--I got myself into something and not sure how to handle it. I'm confused, Sir." Boy, I haven't called him that for a while. The word left a sweet taste on my tongue. "With Jon. He came into my room last night."

"Oh?" he says and steeples his fingers beneath his chin, "You're not telling me the whole story, are you, my pet? Continue."

"I tried to...I don't know...stop?" Tico's hand came down hard on my cheek. "I fucked him, Sir. I fucked Jon."

"That's a good boy. It wasn't that hard to just say you fucked him, was it now?" His fingers caress the pinkness from the impact and I lean into that touch. "What did Jon do?"

I swallow hard and remember the delicious thoughts. "He asked me to hold him. His hand kinda trailed down my chest and stomach. Before I know it, he's holding my cock and begging me to fuck him." I shake my head. "And I fucked the shit out of him until he collapsed on the bed."

"And how did that make you feel, my pet?" Tico asks.

"Powerful...yet I woke up this morning feeling guilty." There was a tugging in my groin and I move my hands over to try and hide it.

Tico smirks down at me. "Stand up." I do as he commands and stand in front of him. Tico curls his fingers into the soft fleece of my pants and yanks them to my ankles. "Did you like fucking Jon? Did you do it how I used to fuck you, my pet?"

"Yes, Sir. Buried my cock in his ass until he was screaming and writhing under me," I respond and gasp as his hand smacks the underside of my erection.

"And is that why you came to me this morning? Do you want that again?" Tico asks with a snarl, "Or are you looking for my approval for taking on a new lover?"

Fuck Tico was full of questions. Should have known he'd ask. "Both, Sir. I need to know how you can so easily do it without feelings and emotions getting in the way."

"Who says they don't get in the way, my pet?" he replies and walks slowly around me, "You just need to learn how to compartmentalize them. Who's emotions and feelings exactly, are we talking about?"