Ratchet
By
Chris Owen and Jodi Payne
Tobias let himself into Noah's apartment and made sure he locked
the door behind him. It was already past four and there were
a few things he wanted to do before Noah got home from work.
Plus, an unlocked door would let Noah know that he was there,
and that just wasn't right.
Tobias loved
surprises, if he was the one setting them up. He wasn't so fond
of being on the receiving end. That, he figured, was one of
the essential reasons why he was a Dom and not a sub; it all
came down to control and who was in charge.
He walked
through the silent apartment and went to Noah's room, double
checking that Noah's supply of lube was handy. At his own home,
and out at his farm, there was never any question. But this
was Noah's space, and Tobias wasn't as strict about such things
in places he didn't own and manage for himself.
Assured
that everything from that angle was taken care of, he went back
to the living room, took off his coat and draped it over a chair,
leaving his shoes there as well. Then he sat on the couch and
waited, his fingers twitching. It was, he hoped, the only outward
sign of his mood.
He hadn't
seen Noah in three days, and it was more than time to work off
a little excess energy. Tobias tended to get restless if he
was without his submissive for too long.
Noah got
off work at four o'clock. Tobias assumed that Noah took public
transportation home -- the subway or a city bus -- but it occurred
to him that he'd never asked. Four-fifteen went by, four-twenty;
by four twenty-five he was pacing and looking out the window,
as if that might bring Noah home faster.
The sound
of keys jangling in the hall rallied him again and he hurried
back to the couch and took his seat, draping one arm across
the back and casually crossing his legs. He heard the deadbolt
slide free and then the scrape and click of Noah's key in the
door before the door itself opened. Noah stepped in and tugged
the key free of the door before closing it, his hat in one hand
and his coat hanging open on his shoulders.
"Freeze,"
Tobias said quietly, not moving. "Take off the coat, set
the hat down. Then come here."
Noah's head
snapped around and he stared hard at Tobias for a brief moment,
obviously startled. An instant later his fingers fell away from
his firearm at his hip and his eyes lowered dutifully to the
floor.
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