Sex in C Major
Chapter 61

Stefan padded downstairs and went for the submissive picture. Yannis was sitting on the piano seat, the sofa too low to allow the monstrous instrument to be supported properly. Stefan dropped to his knees in the doorway and crawled to Yannis, to sit at his knee and wait for the bars to slow and stop, and for dark eyes to glance down at him.

"What."

Yannis' voice was so flat it barely counted as a question.

Stefan swallowed.

"When is Sir coming back?"

Yannis raised an eyebrow. "Darian. Couple of days. I told you."

"I-I need him sooner."

"Then call him."

"I'm not supposed to call him."

"Then you're obviously not that desperate," Yannis returned baldly, and resumed playing.

For a few moments, Stefan simply waited. The reply wasn't unexpected. Yannis was hardly going to just offer to fill in for Daz. So he waited, counting the bars until the eighth, then dared to touch his knuckles to Yannis' socked foot on the carpet.

"Could you-?"

"No."

Stefan bit his lip. "Please."

"No."

"But I need-"

"You're not my pet. I don't care what you need."

"Just just anything, I don't need a full scene, or "

"If you want a fuck," Yannis said crudely, "then you can go to the red light district and thumb a lift from passing punters."

Stefan felt heat flooding his face at the harsh taunt. And yet his dick only hurt more. It only got harder. At the idea of

No. He wasn't a prostitute. He wasn't going to be sold. That was too much. Right?

"Would you at least give me permission to touch myself?" he tried eventually.

"What part," Yannis asked coldly, thrumming the strings gently like a guitar and not so much as glancing down at Stefan, "of 'you're not my pet' did you fail to understand?"

"I"

"You're Darian's property. It's up to him whether you can get off or not. Not me."

"But if you said I could, he "

"I'm not going to say anything. Not my monkey, not my circus."

Stefan curled his fingers into fists on the carpet. But if he couldn't-

"Please."

His voice came out in a whine. High and reedy. Feminine. Desperate. He hated it, but he couldn't help it. He needed this. His dick hurt, hard and pulsing, and he was wet just from the deep thunder of the bass and the thought of Yannis' cold manner and delicate fingers. He really would be an aid to masturbation if Yannis fucked him. He'd be nothing. And he wanted it as much as he needed the release.

And the self-disgust wasn't enough to drive away the begging in his voice.

Yannis finally looked down.

And his eyes were sinister.

There was something there. A calculation. He seemed to examine Stefan's face, turning something over.

"I'm not going to fuck you."

Stefan felt his lip shiver.

"I do have a use for you. But there'll be no safewords. Once you're in, that's it. There will be no way out until it's over. Or you'll ruin the experiment."

No way out? No safewords? An experiment? And no idea what the experiment was about?

Stefan knew he should say no. Go back upstairs. Jerk off in the bathroom and hope Daz never found out. Or ask Yannis to put the belt on him to remove the temptation to disobey. Anything but agree to some unknown situation with no way

out.

Anything but that.

He knew it.

But he knew that telling strangers in bars that he had rape fantasies was beyond a bad idea. He knew that asking a man on a dating website to ignore him when he said no during sex was asking for disaster. He knew that letting Yannis score an Arabic phrase into his EDL neighbour's door was only going to end badly.

And he'd done all of those.

Because Stefan-

God, Stefan couldn't help himself. He wanted. Wanted so badly that it was physically painful. Wanted so badly that he heard his own voice whisper, "Okay," before he'd even processed the enormity of what Yannis had said.

And Yannis put the bass aside.

"T-shirt off. And follow me."

Stefan ripped the shirt off and crawled to the back door after Yannis. When it was unlocked, he hesitated before getting to his feet.

"I can't-"

Yannis ignored him, walking out into the garden. Stefan hovered on the threshold uncertainly. Was he supposed to go naked into the garden? What if their neighbours saw? And it was freezing outside. It had been raining all night. There were slugs on the patio. What did Yannis want him out there for?

Gingerly, he stepped out. The stone was cold under his toes.