Carwash, with Extra Wax

10 – Easy or Rough?

When Kaiba lifted his head and relinquished
Joey's limp noodle, his blue eyes blazed with triumph. He patted
Joey's thigh with one hand. “Yeah, it was good for me too,
Wheeler. Looks like it's been a while since anyone took care of you —
properly that is.” He made a little “So there”
face at Tristan.

Tristan’s eyes widened, and he stood
suddenly, his uncompleted task still in hand.

“You fucking son of a bitch,” he
said with quiet amazement. “I just figured out what you’re
trying to do here, with the wax, and the ice, and the kissing, and
the fancy blowjob! You're showing off!
Trying to prove, as usual, that you’re better at everything
than everyone else!” He added darkly as
another thought occurred to him, “Or, you’re trying to
turn Joey against me. Steal him for yourself.”

Kaiba wiped the corner of his mouth.
“Whatever you say, Master,” he answered with exaggerated
meekness.

Tristan's expression changed from outrage to
cunning.

“Oh really? I’m the Master,
eh? That would make you the slave
then, right? OK, then strip, Slave.”
Tristan reached for the tin of car wax.

Kaiba clenched his jaw, then stood and yanked
his shirt off with a violent overhead motion. He pushed his pants and
underwear down, stepped out of them quickly, and glared at Tristan,
his hand on his hip.

Joey shook his head until the towel fell off.
“Hey Tris, what’s goin’ – holy shit!“
His eyes and mouth got round as he stared at Kaiba. “Tris,
maybe those Ultras weren’t just for Pegasus.”

Tristan pointed. “Bend over that chair,
Slave.”

Kaiba stooped quickly, pulled something from
the red bag, and tossed it at Tristan.

Tristan caught it: one of the condoms.

“What’s with the dainty act?
Aren’t you the guy who’s getting screwed by Pegasus?”

“I don’t bareback,” Kaiba
said.

“First time for everything, Kaiba-boy.”

“You don’t know where my ass has
been.” He paused, then added meaningfully, “Well,
actually you do know
where my ass has been.”

Tristan looked at him levelly for a minute,
then tore open the foil packet. “Good point.” He put a
dab of carwax into the tip of the condom, then rolled it on.

Kaiba strode over the the chair. Tristan came
up behind him, grabbed the back of his neck, forced him almost double
over the back of the chair, and kicked at his ankles until the CEO
was spreadeagled. Then he scooped up another fingerful of wax, and
asked, “Do you like it easy or rough?”

“I don’t care, Master,”
Kaiba said sullenly, bracing himself by pressing
his palms flat on the chair seat below him.

“Fine,” Tristan said with
irritation, “don’t say I didn’t ask.” He
slathered the car wax on the end of his condomed dick and drove in
without preamble, sinking up to the hilt. Kaiba’s only response
was a single surprised grunt. Tristan pulled all the way out and
rammed all the way in, each time, but Kaiba seemed determined not to
give him the satisfaction of a reaction. He squeezed the base of his
cock as Tristan quickened his pace and released with a groan.

“You didn’t come?” He threw
the condom in the wastebasket and looked at Kaiba sourly.

“I don’t want to have to have the
upholstery cleaned.”

“Well, it’s a shame to waste a
hard-on like that. Untie Joey.”