“You can call me Master.” It was cheeky, he knew, but it was worth it to see the that affronted, confused and blushing expression Oliver gave him.
“I'm NOT calling you Master.” Oliver said, putting emphasis on the, not.
“Then your not getting any more wine.” Jack teased, pulling it out of Oliver's hand.
“No. Wait. Give it back.” Oliver begged, using a surprisingly sexy longing moan.
“Oh, so now you like wine.”
“Come on. Give it to me.” Oliver said, turning around in Jacks lap so they were face to face. Chest to chest. Groin to groin. He lay, pressing and, Jack could feel, very horny. “It” could mean several things. He couldn't possibly have gotten this drunk so fast. Most of this behavior was probably a placebo effect, but did that mean that it would be taking advantage of this insanely cute boy. The responsible angel and the horny devil both shouted conflicting instruction into his ears.
“I want it,” Oliver moaned, rubbing up against him as he tried to reach the bottle Jack was holding up arms length.
“And what will you give me in return?” Jack asked. Oliver looked him straight in the eyes as he tried to decide. Then, eyes shut tight, leaned in and kissed Jack right on the mouth. It was long and awkward with lips as tightly shut as his eyes, but so sweet for all its innocent inexperience.
It wasn't before Oliver pulled back and started to pant on Jacks neck, that Jack realized that Oliver had been holding his breath.
“I'm clearly going to have to teach you more things then just math,” Jack said. The comment passed right over Olivers head.
“Can I have the wine now?” Oliver begged.
“You still haven't called me Master,” Jack teased.
“Oh, but I just kissed you for it,” Oliver moaned.
“Now, behave.” Jack knew that Oliver could easily climb over him to get the wine if he tried. Oliver wanted Jack to make him call him Master. Maybe not consciously, but there was no mistake that Oliver liked being teased.
“...master...” Oliver mumbled.
“Speak clearly.”
“Master. Please let me drink, Master.” Oliver half cried. Jack grinned. It was a wonderful sound.
“Good slave.” Jack said, lowering the bottle back down to Oliver's parted lips and poured. Oliver stuck out his tongue and drank from the bottle and licked it passionately as if it were... Well, it got Jack's imagination going. Wine spilled over Oliver's lush lips and dripped onto Jack's shirt. He didn't even care.
“Hey. You can't call me that.” Oliver protested once Jack stopped pouring. As if he'd just now realized that Jack had called him a good slave.
“Oh. Yes, I suppose dog is a more fitting name for you. Maybe bitch. It was a dog I originally locked in to shed, remember.”
“No fear,” Oliver whimpered, but his feeble protests showed that he liked being treated like this. My god, this is going to go all the way if I don't stop it now, Jack knew. It would be better to just take things slow at first. If Oliver didn't wake up the next morning full of regrets, Jack would definitely not hold back next time. He took the boy by his shoulders and turned him around so that they lay back to front.
“We'll take it easy tonight,” he said. “But if you misbehave by sneaking out at night tomorrow as well, I'll have to discipline you myself.”
“Yes Master.” Oliver said, taking to his new role. Grinding softly against Jack. They sat for a while, drinking the wine and watching the sun start to set and the sky take up all manner of colors.
“Master?” Oliver said.
“Yes pup.”
“I've never seen a sunset before. Not properly. You know. Really paying attention to it.”
“Really? Well, then this is a magical moment for you. It's a rather good one. You're lucky.” Oliver snuggled up closer to Jack. Soon, Jack felt the boys chest rise and fall heavily.