“I can’t get enough of your mouth, boy.” Isaac’s fingers found his hair again tugging gently. Isaac was never ashamed to ask for what he wanted.
And Alain loved sucking. Isaac was longer than Neil, but not as thick, and Isaac’s control amazed the fire out of him. He bobbed his head, taking Isaac in, little by little.
The scent of his M’sieur was wonderful—the same soap as Chou, but then there was something different, something more leather than black pepper.
Isaac enjoyed it and told him so with soft words at first, and hungrier, sexier ones as he got closer. “Fuck, boy.”
Boywasn’t just word for M’sieur, it was affectionate, loving.
It meant he was home and happy and right where he belonged.
He went all the way down, humming and swallowing, fingers cupping and rolling Isaac’s sac.
Isaac spread wider, abs working as his breaths became shallow and sharper. The hand in his hair was kneading, opening and closing, tugging and caressing. “I—close, boy. Fuck, so good.”
“Mmhmm.” He closed his eyes and focused, giving Isaac everything, all the sensation M’sieur could take. He knew he’d done well when Isaac started to shake and pant, and his hips lifted just slightly off the couch.
“Alain…” M’sieur’s voice was rough and deep, and bitterness coated his tongue second later, Isaac groaning with it, long and low.
He swallowed over and over, taking every drop, cleaning M’sieur’s prick, and leaving Isaac a relaxed puddle of man.
“Mm. You have a crazy magic, boy. I’ll make sure you get your turn sometime after dinner, I promise.” M’sieur pulled him back up on the couch.
“Mmm…” He nodded. Waiting for Chou felt like the right thing, even if he needed.
Isaac fixed his jeans, then reached for his wine. “I feel like Master Neil has a say in how many times our boy gets to come tonight.”
“Sounds good to me. Can I—You think it’s okay to call him?” Alain had a worried feeling in the base of his brain, like an itch.
M’sieur smiled at him gently. “I worry too. Often. Go ahead and call.”
Alain beamed at M’sieur and nodded, grabbing his phone and calling Neil. It went straight to voice mail, and that was…odd.
“Let me try.” Isaac pulled his phone off the coffee table and dialed. He could tell by the look on his Master’s face that Neil wasn’t answering for him either. “I’ll try the precinct.”
“Okay. I’ll keep calling and leave a message.” He dialed again, and this time he said, “Chou? Love? Call us? We worried.”
He didn’t like this.
Someone answered, and then Isaac seemed to sit on hold forever. Finally a deep voice came on the line, he could hear it even though Isaac wasn’t on speaker. “I’m his…uh. Partner. I’m his…can you just tell me what’s going on? Where is he?”
That deep voice talked for a bit, and the longer it went on the paler M’sieur looked. Isaac took his hand and held it tight. “I understand. Thank you. We’ll head to the hospital.” Isaac put his phone back in his pocket. “They can’t give me details but he’s at Weill. The trauma center.”
“I’ll turn off the food.” Alain stood, everything inside him screaming, but he couldn’t let on. Chou needed them. He could be a nut later. He covered the food and turned it off, grabbed a bag of cookies, a couple granola bars. They needed phone chargers and soft clothes for Neil.
M’sieur also thought to grab a bag and came charging out of the bedroom at the same time he was headed in, and they almost knocked each other over. “Whoa. Sorry. I got a few of his things. Are you ready?” Isaac was focused. He wore a dark frown and had a deep worry line in his forehead.
“Oui. Oui. Allons-y.” Time to move. “You got a car? You want I should drive?”
“I do not have a car. But I asked the desk to hail a cab for us. There should be one waiting.” Isaac grabbed his keys and locked the door behind them.
There was one waiting, and it had started raining, hard too. Isaac put an arm around him in the car. “Are you all right?”
“No. Chou is hurting. This ain’t nice.” But he was brave, and he loved his Chou and M’sieur to death.
The cab wove through traffic despite the rain. “No, it’s not. But we’ll be strong for him, won’t we?” Isaac sighed. “God, I wish I knew what was happening.”
“They didn’t say nothing? You’re a doctor.” And Chou was Isaac’s. Isaac ought to know.