***Mature Sexual Content Ahead***

Jaeger

I found a job teaching English at a cute village in Mexico. You probably think 'but you're a big shot CEO.'  Yeah, but sometimes it's not about money and power. Making a difference in the life of someone is rewarding in so many ways. Candon and I have done volunteer jobs in the past. There is nothing quite like a child's face lighting up when they learn to do something new.

When I ran away from home I didn't intend to abandon everything and never return. I needed space and time to think. I continued my masters. Paid too much money to just give it up. I contacted my mother once a week and every week she begged me to talk to Candon and Paul and every week I said I needed more time.

I was being a coward. I knew how I left was wrong and we needed to talk but I was scared. So I hid for two months. No one knew where I was. Or so I believed.

One day while walking the market, someone snatched my bag and tried to run from me.  Hell no, buddy. I'm from the hood. You don't do that shit. Think you can snatch my shit and not get some hands put on you-not today.

I became Usain Bolt and ran after his ass. Dude was slick and I got winded but pushed myself. My passport, license, money and a scrapbook was in there with my work papers and laptop. He ran into a wall and fell to the ground. I quickly straddled him, punched him a few times-cussing him out in Spanglish, then snatched my shit back. Then I turned to examine this wall he hit full speed. I paled under my dark skin. No fucking way.

His eyes sparkled in the sun as he smiled at me. He looked so good standing there in a gray t-shirt and black basketball shorts with some Reeboks. Looking hot and sexy for a 30 year old white guy burning under the hot Mexico summer sun.

"C-Candon?"

"You ran away from home."

Words suddenly evaded me.  I didn't expect in a million years he'd come for me.  "I-I u-um-" 

 He grabbed me by the back of the neck and placed a quick kiss on my lips.  "We'll discuss it later. First, what just happened here?" He pointed at the guy on the ground.

My anger came back.  "This puta? He tried to steal my bag."

He nodded. " I see. Well, it's a good thing I came." He grabbed my hand and lead me bak the way I came. "Let's go. I'm hungry."

"What?"

"Food."  He rubbed his stomach.  "Donde esta la comida?"

I put my hand over my mouth and started to laugh. This guy.  Worst Spanish ever.  "I'll take you someplace good."

"Then we'll go back to your place and talk."

I didn't miss the bite in his tone. "Can-"

He grit his teeth.  "Your explanation better be good or I'm dragging you out of here tonight."

"I-"

He put the smile back on his face.  "For now, we're going to have a pleasant lunch. I'm seriously hungry. Plane food is garbage. And that's saying something for someone who had to eat M.R.Es."

We stopped in front of a small food stall selling tacos. I ordered for both of us while he got a table with an umbrella. While I waited for our food to finish cooking, my mind ran away from me. I had no choice now.  I had to deal with it.  How could I put into words how I felt? How would he take it? Could I go back if he asked?

"Jaeger."

I nearly leapt out of my skin. The lady laughed softly and pointed to my order. Thank God for dark skin because my face would have been red with embarrassment. I muttered out a thank you as Candon grabbed our food and lead us back to the table. I picked at my shrimp taco while he scarfed down half of his burrito. I looked up when he started to moan.  He didn't mean to but damn it was sexy.

"Jay, baby. I need you to learn how to make this. This shit is so fucking good."

I couldn't hold in my laugh. "Is that so, Mr. Big shot CEO."

He gave me a bored look.  "That ain't got nothing to do with appreciating good food. And you know I like good food."

"Mmhmm. I guess I could try to make it when I come home."

He put his hand over mine. I looked up into his glossy eyes. "I'm glad you said that."

I frowned.  What did I say?  "What?"

"When you come home."

I mentally cursed myself.

He leaned back and looked to the side as he choked back a lump in his throat.  "I thought you were gone forever."

I sighed.  This was going to get emotional fast.  "Let's eat and talk at my place."

I was a bundle of nerves as we entered my small studio. Candon looked around giving a small nod. It wasn't nearly as fancy as our home but it was clean and had everything I needed. He put his bag on my bed and sat down. I stood by the door with my shoulders hunched forward and my head down. Where did I even begin?

He patted his thighs.  "Come here, Jaeger."

My feet automatically carried me across the room to stand in between his legs. He put his hands on my hips and I felt electricity course through me. Oh, how I missed his touch. I felt a stinging in my eyes and bit my bottom lip. His hand softly touched my cheek.

"Jaeger, look at me."

A few tears rolled down my cheeks as I met his gaze. Words got stuck in my throat and I broke into tears. I threw my arms around his neck as sobs wracked my body. He held me tightly and I could feel his warm tears on my neck.  He was speaking before I could.

"I'm so sorry for whatever I did to drive you away. Please come home. I'll fix it. I'll fix everything. Come home, Jay."

I couldn't speak. In all our years together Candon has never cried. Not when his mom left him behind when she left with her lover. Not when his father died and he took over the company. Not when our dog, Boscoe was hit by a car on a walk. Shame washed over me as I held the emotional man in front of me. I did this to him.

"It's not your fault," I croaked.

He pulled back and my heart sank further. His eyes were swimming with confusion, fear, sadness.  "Then why did you leave?! It had to be something I did. Please, Jaeger. Tell me so I can fix it. I am miserable without you. I need you."

"You have Paul."

"He's not you!"

I took a step back as he stood. "I was just in the way."

"Baby, no." He cupped my face in his hands. "Is that what you believe?"

I nodded.

"Baby, I was giving you the space you asked for. I thought that's what you wanted."

That's true.  I did ask for space to focus on my studies and work.  He gave me what I asked for so I should have been content.  "It is...I mean...was but like, you and Paul started doing stuff without me."

"It's different with us."

What does that mean?  I shrugged my shoulders.  "How do I know that?"

"We have a contract. We don't do anything outside of what is negotiated in it."

I started pacing.  "But he lives with you. He sleeps-"

"In the guest room," he said cutting me off.

I turned around.  "What?"  I didn't know that.

"We don't have sex and we sleep separately. We're like...kinky roommates."

I was stunned.

"I've only had sex with you. I only share my bed with you." He kissed my cheeks. 

I frowned.  I never really asked for details about their relationship.  I assumed they were doing everything Candon and I did.  He was telling me they weren't.  "But I thought-"

"Paul and I don't have sex.  We do scenes, puppy play, and oral.  Only you are allowed to have sex with Paul."

God what an idiot I was. I felt so small. I buried my face in his chest. "I'm so sorry. I'm so stupid."  If I'd just asked for the details of their relationship, I'd have known that.

His arms tightened around me and he kissed the top of my head. "I love you so much, Jaeger." He turned my face up to his and kissed me firmly on the lips.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. I had to apologize. I had to show him how sorry I was, how much I loved him, missed him, and needed him. I poured my soul into that kiss and he responded. He lifted me by my thighs wrapping my legs around his waist and carried us to the bed. I felt the bed dip with our weight and he took his lips off mine.

His hands slipped under my shirt and lifted it over my head. His lips attacked my neck as his hands roamed over my bare chest and played with my dark nipples. I couldn't hold in the moan that came out as he pinched and squeezed, kissing down my belly. His tongue jabbed in my belly button a few times making me flinch. My hands tangled in his black hair as his hands traveled down my sides and pulled down my shorts and underwear.

"C-Candon-"

"I missed you so much, Jaeger."  His breath was warm against my skin.

I groaned loudly as he took me in his mouth. He alternated stroking, sucking, and licking as I writhed under him. I found myself thrusting my hips in time to his movements. I felt his fingers at my backdoor slowly working me open.

"God, Candon. That's good." I panted. I felt his finger start pressing its way in and jerked a little. He took his mouth off but kept stroking me.

"You're so fucking tight."  He smirked.  "Have you been celibate all this time?"

I nodded in embarrassment. His smile widened and he kissed me. Then he went to his bag and pulled out a small packet of lube. He kissed me long and deep when he returned then coaxed me onto my front.

"Get on all fours, baby."

I instantly complied. He gently spread my legs wider then spread my cheeks apart. I flinched as I felt his warm breath blow against my hole. He gripped my hips then I felt something warm and wet trail from my balls to my crack. He sucked and nibbled on my balls and taint while his lubed fingers worked on opening me up. I was moaning and panting calling his name.

"Oh my god, daddy, please."

He smacked my ass.  "What does my baby want?"

"I want you to fuck me," I breathed out.

"As you wish." I felt the head press forward, slowly, gently until he was fully buried inside. I moaned slightly as he pressed against my prostate. He let out a groan as I rolled my hips signaling I was ready. He started out with slow shallow thrusts then started picking up his pace going for longer, deeper thrusts. Sweat coated our bodies as the sound of skin slapping skin and our moans filled the room.

"Jay, fuck! You're so tight!"

"Feel good, daddy?"

"Hell fucking yes!"

"Harder, daddy."

He pressed his chest against my back.  "Who does this body belong to?"

"You, daddy."  His possessive side was such a turn on.  

He wrapped one arm around my chest pulling me back against him. His other hand wrapped around my throbbing dick as he pounded me harder. "Whose dick is this?"

"Yours."

"Whose boy pussy?"

"Ah! Yours! It's all yours!"

"I'm going to carve you out so good you won't ever think of another man."

I smirked in my head.  What about Paul, is what I wanted to say but he hit that spot and all  smart-assedness went out the window.  "I won't!  Ah! Daddy!" I screamed.

"Mine!"

"Shit! I'm gonna cum!"

He bit the side of my neck.  "Cum but I'm not done with you."

My abs tightened and my body spasmed as I came screaming Candon's name. He pushed my shoulders down on the bed and fucked me faster, groaning and grunting above me. My sensitive dick got hard again and I felt another orgasm coming. He gripped my hips in a bruising hold and shoved himself so far in me I thought he'd go through my stomach as he came.

We collapsed on the bed drenched in our own sweat and man juice, panting heavily. I missed him so fucking much. I looked up to see him smiling at me. He ran a hand through my coily hair.

"You got about five minutes to rest," he warned me.

I raised an eyebrow.  "Oh?"

"Then I'm going to fuck you an inch from death."

I giggled and kissed him. "Bring it, old man."