Sex in C Major
Chapter 36

He needed to be filled.

He didn't even want to fuck-but he needed something, someone, anyone, inside him. Inside every part of him. He needed to be filled and surrounded, held down under someone so tight that it left bruises, and wrapped around a toy or a dick so huge that it made him bleed.

He needed it.

"Sick," he told himself, even as he turned into the narrow street of terraced houses. "God, you're so sick, so fucking sick-"

He didn't call. He hadn't been called, either. Daz was going to punish him. And yet Stefan wanted it, even as he shivered inside his jacket and told himself that if he did this, if he handed himself over to Daz now and told the man everything, he'd never get out again.

God, he was volunteering to be a sex doll, and pretending to be a man.

"Sick," he breathed-then marched up the path and hammered on the door.

His skin was burning. His limbs felt loose and out of control. He'd hugged himself all the way here, but still felt as though he was going to dissolve, and be blown away in the wind.

The door opened.

Yannis' face didn't even so much as twitch. "Daz, it's for you!" he yelled, then simply disappeared back into the living room.

Stefan hovered on the doorstep, twisting his coat in both hands. He was rocking on his feet, and only noticed when he rocked too far and had to catch at the door frame. Footsteps came down the stairs.

And Stefan ought to stand his ground. Ought to explain that what Daz had done had shaken him up. Ought to ask to talk about things.

Instead, he dropped his eyes to the carpet.

"I didn't call for you."

Daz's voice was flat, but friendly enough.

"No, Sir."

"So? What do you want?"

"More, Sir."

"More?"

"Yes."

"More what?"

"Anything."

There was a long pause. Then-

"Come in, then. Take everything off except your T-shirt."

Stefan did with shaking fingers. The hall was cold, and he wrapped his arms around himself when he was done, keeping his eyes on the floor. Whatever Daz chose to use, Stefan didn't care. As long as it filled him up, and pinned him down.

"What do you need?"

Daz's voice was unusually soft.

Stefan frowned. "Sir?"

"Why did you come here?"

"Because because I need you."

"Last time you came to me and needed me, you were crawling out of your own skin. Now you're hanging onto it for dear life."

Stefan bit his lip.

"What do you need?"

"You."

"Not who. What."

Stefan took a shaky breath.

"Talk to me."

Daz's voice was so soft, so low, that Stefan felt tears prickling at his eyes. He sniffed, forced them back, and when he spoke, his voice crackled like a bad radio.

"I feel empty."

"Empty?"

"When you took the toys out and left the other day, I felt hollow and-and thin. I don't feel right. I feel like I'm going to disappear or fly away. Like-like I'm weak, and I can't keep myself together."

Warm hands slid around his jaw, and then Stefan was being kissed. He whimpered, and clutched at Daz's jumper with both hands, fisting his fingers around the wool. But it wasn't the fierce kiss that had been their first. It didn't force his jaw open and steal his air.

It was just...a kiss.

Warm, and soft. Tender. A gentle squeeze of teeth around his lower lip before the mouth was gone, and Daz's nose was nuzzling at his ear.

"I know what you need," Daz murmured softly. "Living room. Stand by the sofa and wait for me."

Stefan blinked, a little lost, then nodded and padded barefoot into the living room. The carpet was deep and luxurious under his toes, and he flexed them as he waited. Yannis was lying flat on his back in front of the piano, reading a textbook held up over his head. He had headphones on, and ignored Stefan as completely as possible.

Stefan pressed his knees together, suddenly hyperaware of his nudity in front of Daz's boyfriend, and wondered if Daz was going to fuck him in front of Yannis.

Daz came back with a box. He dropped it casually on the sofa, but before Stefan could look, a strip of black cloth was slipped over his eyes and tied tightly, the material pressing down on his eyelids. The darkness was absolute, and he whimpered as he was kissed again, just as gentle as before.

"Just hold still," Daz said quietly, "and let me work."

Stefan nodded, licking his lips nervously as he heard something rip. His arms were folded up, wrists to his chest and elbows tucked into his sides-and then the cold press of tape to the goose bumps on his forearm made him jump.