Tymber Dalton - Safe Harbor

Mac grabbed a throw pillow and pulled it into his lap to hide the pup tent his shorts had become. Katie swooped in to give him a hug and kiss. Jason shook his hand. Sully stood behind them, smiling, and winked at Mac.

Mac smiled and winked back.

Clarisse returned a moment later. After three hours, Jason and Katie finally left.

Unfortunately, so had Mac’s stamina. When Sully returned from walking them out, he helped Mac stand. “You worn out?”

“Yeah.”

Sully kept an arm around his waist and walked him to the bedroom while Clarisse fixed them all something to eat. Sully helped him onto the bed.

“You okay?”

“Tired.”

Sully knelt in front of him and helped him remove his shoes. “It’s good to finally have you home, Brant.”

Mac arched an eyebrow at him.

“I can call you Brant if I want, slave.”

Mac snickered. “Yes, Master.”

Sully stared into his eyes. “What the fuck would I have done if I’d lost you?”

“Your own laundry.”

Sully laughed. “I’m doing that already.” He closed his eyes and rested his head in Mac’s lap. “You’re not allowed to ever scare me like that again…slave.”

Mac snickered again. “Yes, Master.”

Sully felt Mac’s fingers stroke his head, twine in his hair, rest there. He fought the urge to cry with relief that their nightmare had truly ended. Bryan dead, Clarisse safe, and Mac home for good. Life could finally go on. This man was his strength, his rock. It didn’t matter Mac called him Master. Mac had saved his life, kept him sane and whole.

Kept him from putting a bullet into his own brain on more than one occasion when he didn’t think he could stand the pain.

“I love you, Sul,” Mac whispered.

Sully smiled and lifted his head to look at Mac. His soul felt lighter than it had in months. “Love you too, Brant.”

Clarisse brought dinner into the bedroom. They watched TV while they ate. After dinner, she took everything to the kitchen to clean up.

Mac snuggled against Sully.

“Collar?” Mac asked.

Sully had let Mac wear his ID bracelet once he’d regained most of his independence, afraid he might catch it on something and hurt himself somehow before then.

Sully propped himself on one elbow and looked at him. “Let’s go easy for a while, okay?”

Mac frowned and rolled onto his back away from Sully.

Sully sat up. “Stop it. Dammit, we just got you home.”

“Won’t break.” He wouldn’t look at Sully.

“Jesus Christ, you are one fucking stubborn man, do you know that?”

Mac glared at him and stuck out his tongue.

Sully laughed. “Fuck me, you are too much.”

Mac flipped him a bird. Sully pinned his arm to the bed. “You want to lose that finger?”

He flipped him off with his other hand. Sully pinned that hand to the bed too, then straddled him. “You’re looking for a good caning, aren’t you, slave?”

“Duh.”

They locked eyes for a moment. Sully leaned in and kissed him, hard, until he felt Mac’s cock stiffen in his shorts. Only then did he release Mac’s hands as he changed position. He slid Mac’s shorts down his hips.

“What’re you doing?”

“Shut up, slave.” Sully knelt between Mac’s legs and grabbed his lover’s cock. All these years and he’d never done this for a whole bunch of reasons that he really didn’t understand anymore. It didn’t matter.

A lot of things didn’t matter. Only two things in his life mattered, and one of them was lying in front of him. The other would be back from the kitchen in a few minutes.

He lowered his head to Mac’s cock and licked the head.

“Master—”

“I said shut up. That’s an order.”

Mac lay back and obeyed. Sully explored the head with his tongue, closed his eyes, and slowly engulfed Mac’s cock with his lips.

“Ohh, man. I want to help!”

Both men laughed as they looked at Clarisse. She stood in the doorway and wore a pouty face.

“Get over here, pet,” Sully ordered. “You can lick his balls while I suck him.”

She quickly climbed into position. Mac threw his head back and writhed on the bed as they tag teamed him. After a long time of Mac not coming despite all his efforts, Sully realized his stupid mistake.

He lifted his head. “You can come any time you want, slave.”

Sully lowered his head to Mac’s cock again. A few moments later, Mac’s loud cries signaled his release.

Clarisse raised her head and giggled. “I was going to say something, but I figured you knew what you were doing.”

He slapped her ass. “Thanks a lot, pet.”

“Any time, Master.”

They cuddled next to Mac as he lay there with a content smile on his face. “Boat rules?”

Sully laughed. “No, not quite. Something special for your first night home, that’s all.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“I’d say anytime, but you have to earn the next blow job from me.”

Mac opened his eyes and arched an eyebrow at him.

Sully smiled. “First time you really get back in the saddle, so to speak, running the boat and boat rules are in effect, feel free to take advantage.”

Mac still stared, questioning.

“Hey, I have to give you some incentive to keep working hard in therapy.”

Mac lowered his head, closed his eyes, and snickered. “Yes, Master.”

It was a chilly March morning, but the clear skies and calm winds promised good seas. Mac sat behind the wheel and looked over the bow. “Go ahead and cast off.”

Sully worked the bow line while Clarisse manned the stern. Mac eased the Dilly Dally out of her slip and carefully turned her in the basin. During Mac’s rehab, after his homecoming but before he was steady and strong enough to return to his captain’s duties, they’d taken the boat out many times with Clarisse in command.

Although Sully never gave her the “boat rules” option, he did defer to her as captain. After seeing her in charge of the boat, he signed her up for Sea School so she could earn her captain’s license.

Mac enjoyed helping her study for her classes.

Even though Mac felt much better, they didn’t want to subject him to the long hours commercial fishing entailed. She suggested converting the Dilly to a dive and deep sea fishing charter, an idea Sully, Mac, and Tad wholeheartedly endorsed. She oversaw the retrofit while Sully managed Mac’s rehab and doctor appointments.

They motored down the channel toward the head marker when Mac turned from the wheel with something in his hand. “Come here,” he said to Sully.

Clarisse grinned. She already wore her collar, never bothered to take it off that morning since she knew Mac would only be putting it right back on her.

Sully smiled. “Are you sure you can handle me, Captain?”

Mac stood. He grabbed Sully’s shirt, pulled him close, and kissed him. “I can put you on your ass.” He probably could, too. He’d regained his lost weight, mostly in muscle mass since he’d started on a weight training program. He didn’t look like a gym rat, but he’d rebuilt his body almost to its pre-attack physique even though his dexterity and balance sometimes faltered.

Sully bowed his head as Mac fastened the collar around his neck and snapped the padlock into place. “Clarisse, take the wheel.”

She did. Mac pointed Sully outside.

Sully expected Mac to tie him to the rail like he normally did.

Mac surprised him, unzipping his own jeans and pushing them down far enough to expose his cock. Then he leaned against the rail. “Get busy.”

Sully arched an eyebrow at him. “Not wasting any time, are we?”

Mac kissed him again. “Fuck, no. You said you’d do it.” He hesitated. “I won’t make you do it if you don’t want to, but why the fuck you think I worked so hard all these months?”

Sully smiled as he sank to his knees. “Maybe I can be a little more lenient from time to time.”

“You saw why I enjoy it so much.”

Sully had to admit that he was right. There was something powerful about the intimate contact, from the giving end, delivering that much pleasure. “Yeah.” He leaned in and sucked Mac’s stiff cock into his mouth. Mac dropped his hands to Sully’s head and slowly pumped his hips. “Fuck, yeah man.”

Sully closed his eyes and worked hard to make it feel as good for Mac as Mac always did for him. He gently squeezed Mac’s balls in his hand, massaged his sac, played with his taint.

Mac threw his head back. “I’m fucking close,” he hissed.

Sully grabbed the back of Mac’s thighs and deeply swallowed, fighting his gag reflex. Mac let out a loud moan as he climaxed.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck that’s good!”

A strange, warm feeling rolled through Sully. He’d done that to Mac.

Sully had never felt quite like that before.

Mac’s grip in his hair loosened. “Fuck, man, that’s fucking good.”

Sully rocked back on his heels. “Happy?”

“Hell yeah.” He tucked himself into his jeans and kissed Sully after helping him to his feet. “Let’s get back in the wheelhouse.”

Mac took the wheel from Clarisse and slid into the seat. “Pet, suck Sully’s cock.”

She eagerly complied. Mac locked eyes with Sully. Sully helped her with his jeans and grabbed onto the dash for support as she nearly took his knees out with the power of her blow job.

Mac smiled as he watched. Sully’s eyes never left him. “Don’t come yet, Sul.”

Sully groaned. “You fucker.”

“That comes later.” He stared at Sully, amused. “She good?”

“Oh, fuck, Brant. You know she is.”

That spurred Clarisse and her slightly evil playful streak into working even harder to make him come.

Mac glanced around to make sure their way was still clear, then turned back to Sully. “I think you can hold out a little longer.”

Sully’s knuckles whitened as he gripped the dash tighter. “No, fuck, I can’t.”

“I’ll make you suck my cock to the Middle Grounds and back if you can’t hold it.”

Clarisse’s head popped up. “Ooh, I’ll do it!”

“Get back to work, pet,” he growled, trying not to laugh. He knew what she was doing—her interruption had given Sully enough leverage to maintain control.

He leaned over, grabbed Sully’s shirt, and kissed him. “Come for me,” he whispered in Sully’s ear. “Show me how much you love me.”

Sully’s eyes dropped closed as he came. He cried out and held onto the dash as Clarisse eagerly milked his release from his cock.

When he finished, she sat up after placing one last kiss on the softening head.

“Now what?” she asked Mac.

“Go make us lunch, pet.”

Sully’s eyes opened as he stared at Mac. She left them alone. Mac sat back and crooked his finger at Sully. After zipping his jeans, Sully stood next to him.

Mac wrapped his arms around Sully. “I fucking love you, man.

You realize you’re stuck with me for life, right?”

Sully smiled. “I hope so.”

Mac rested his head against Sully’s chest and enjoyed the feel of his lover’s arms around him.

“I can’t believe you put up with me,” Sully said.

“You’re my safe harbor,” he murmured. “I don’t belong anywhere but right here.”

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