Dean took a shuddering breath as he felt Jay come up off him. He opened his mouth to tell Jay to get the fuck off him when that mouth suckled, pumping up and down his length. The sound that left him now sounded barely short of a scream. Jay chuckled and the vibration transmitted into his flesh. Jay seemed to enjoy it. Dean was half-afraid Jay might bite if he told him to stop. Another part of him didn’t want to stop. This felt good.
Okay, you’ve fucked him. What’s so different about him giving you a blowjob? It’s not the first. He didn’t have to tie me up for that, of course. That was what worried him.
He could maybe talk Jay into releasing the ties and then they could finish this properly. That tongue snaked out and flicked over the head of his cock. Dean arched, lost to everything but the sensation. He closed his eyes and blocked out the light. Small sparks of illumination went off behind his eyes instead, where he shut them so tightly.
“Is that nice?”
Dean blinked, coming back to the room. It was definitely Jay’s voice. It was definitely his friend speaking, but it didn’t sound like him. He swallowed and looked down. Jay’s tongue flicked out to lick his lips. His eyes were as bright as Dean had ever seen them.
“Enough now. You’ve made your point.” He wasn’t sure what point that was, but whatever it happened to be, surely Jay had made it.
“You mean this point?” Jay swirled a hot tongue around the ridge and then lapped at the sensitive spot underneath. Dean writhed on the bed, his legs pinned by Jay’s weight. It wasn’t that he couldn’t kick Jay clear from the bed if he wanted. The trouble was he might break something if he did that, and he wasn’t thinking of the furniture. It would be better he break the headboard than one of Jay’s bones. He almost laughed. Surely, Jay didn’t think he could keep him pinned to the bed for long like this. Jay chose that moment to purse his lips, latch onto the delicate nerve-endings and suck in a small kiss. He made his way over the exposed head of Dean’s cock like this. Then once more, that marvelous throat opened and swallowed him as a snake devoured its prey. Only when the garbled sounds he made filtered through to Dean’s brain did he realise he had thrown back his head and gone with it. The last couple of minutes were blank of thought, only filled with pleasure. The buildup started lower than normal. He let the idea of breaking free slip away as the onset of orgasm crawled through his body.
He broke out in a thin layer of sweat, trembled, couldn’t speak, and couldn’t cry out now. He didn’t have the energy to struggle. Worse still, he was sure, if he looked down, he would see a wicked glint in Jay’s eyes that he hadn’t known existed. Jay swallowed. Neat action if you could do it with your throat blocked. Didn’t Jay need to breathe like everyone else? Dean twisted, not to get away, but to reach for something he hadn’t even known he wanted. Jay suckled him, softly, gently, when he didn’t want gentle. He gave an experimental tug on his bonds and the bed groaned. He believed he could break it, but it would also hurt. He would also have to pray the headboard didn’t break incorrectly and impale him with a hunk of wood. Well, you see, officers, we were having hot sex and playing at being vampires ... He gave himself a mental shake, but the thought of ‘we were having hot sex’ burned brightly. If he could reach, he would have dragged Jay up the bed and clutched the man to him. He wanted to hold onto something and the only thing within reach was the bloody headboard.
The light touch of fingers circled his testicles. Rather than crawl up into his body in shame, they disobeyed him completely and hung heavy. Jay fiddled with them, massaging gently. Dean wanted to scream, this time in frustration. When Jay started to bob his head up and down, all Dean could do was close his eyes and say, “Oh, yeah!” The horrifying thing was that he meant it.
It didn’t feel horrifying though. It felt so damn good! That was until he felt Jay’s middle finger slide down to circle his opening. His eyes shot open wide while that part clenched tight. “Hey!” He tugged on the bonds but somehow, he slipped lower in the bed. He had been moving towards Jay all this time and that made it all the more awkward if he wanted to get up. He kicked out with one leg to try to push against the bed.
“Oh, no, you don’t,” Jay muttered. His hands grabbed Dean’s thighs and pushed his legs back. Something brushed his side and then looped around one thigh.
“What the...?” Dean looked down, followed the line of cord with his gaze and saw that it stretched all the way up to the headboard. “Where the fuck did you get all this cord from?” Jay gave him an enigmatic smile, grinning more as Dean’s eyes opened wide at Jay’s intent. He thrashed, but it was too late. His disbelief gave Jay enough time to loop another tie around his other leg. Although they struggled, Jay pinned him all too easily to the bed. Dean resisted, twisted from side to side, trying to ignore the fact that his movements made his cock wobble erotically. Jay giggled and heat rushed into Dean’s face. It shouldn’t have been possible, but Jay managed to tie him flat on his back with his hands above his head and his legs pulled back. Jay only needed to look down to see all his intimate places.
He did so now, before that rapt gaze then returned to Dean’s face. Dean swallowed, fought to hold still, and tried to look anywhere but at Jay’s eyes. He probably could break the headboard if he tried...
A hand stroked over his stomach. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
That was beside the point. He gritted his teeth. “I don’t want this.”
“I do. I want you to know how it feels.”
The sound of a question, Jay seeking permission, gave the words warmth. Despite everything, Dean didn’t believe Jay would try to rape him. Tied as he was, Jay might let the game play out for a while, but he wouldn’t truly force him. Even if Jay tried, he simply wasn’t strong enough to hold Dean completely still enough, for long enough. Jay might leave him tied there all day ‑‑ in which case, he really would choose to break the headboard ‑‑ but he wouldn’t be able to force his way inside him without some co-operation. That wasn’t what Dean feared. He swallowed. “I already know ... sort of,” he admitted.
Jay’s hands stopped stroking him. Dean met Jay’s gaze then looked away, dismayed when he couldn’t hold it.
“What do you mean sort of? You keep telling me you haven’t been with another man.”
He tried to think of a way around the question, but having mentioned it, the query now required a more informative answer. What distracted him more than his embarrassment was the sound of jealousy that entered Jay’s voice. It seemed laced with a little fear, and the idea that Jay wanted him so much did strange things to his heart.
Why? Why the fuck do you care how he feels about you?
Jay still awaited an answer. Dean set the question aside as he was doing all too often lately. He shook his head. “Not a man. Stephanie.”
Dean shot Jay little glances, but kept looking away again. A small frown touched Jay’s face between the eyes. “How?” he began to ask and then the words just trailed away. His eyes widened. “You mean ... Oh!”
He was blushing. He was definitely blushing. Stupid. Blushing wasn’t something anyone would have associated with his size and demeanour.
A small smile crept over Jay’s face. He stroked the back of Dean’s thighs. “You shouldn’t be worried then.”
He swallowed again. “It was a long time ago,” Dean said. Yeah, like that really justified it and explained everything. He glanced down the bed. “And it was smaller than you.”
“As small as this?” Jay swallowed one of his thumbs and then pulled it from his mouth. It became Dean’s turn to widen his eyes. He opened his mouth to complain, but the hand disappeared from view. He felt the warm, wet thumb, pierce him just as he said Jay’s name. The word slid off into a ‘hey’ of surprise. “Jay...hay...ay...agh.” He meant to swear and tell Jay to get off the bed and to fucking untie him. His body had other ideas. His back arched, pushing him down onto that small penetration. Hell! Jay knew just what he was doing. That thumb moved into the right depth, tipping forward, unerringly finding his p
rostate. A slight movement massaged him there, back and forth. His muscles clenched as though his body didn’t know if to expel the strange invader or invite it in. The movement inside him burned slightly, but Jay’s knowing thumb sent little waves of pleasure through him that shouldn’t have felt as good as it did. He could only describe it as pleasant and it shouldn’t have had such a strong effect as this. He hovered in indecision, eyes fluttering. It would be so easy to give in and seep towards a state he could only call bliss.
“Jay, don’t.” He managed the protest, but it came out in a small whispered moan. Jay ignored him, of course. Well, not completely. There came a small snapping sound of a bottle cap opening, and then he felt another finger stroking him, this one slippery with what could only be lube. “Doh ...” was all he managed, not having time to form the denial before the invasion thickened, heightened, began to stretch him for real. Only when his mouth fell open did he realise that he gasped and panted. The sensation changed. It was no longer calm. He was no longer calm.
“You can’t tell me you’re not enjoying this.”
Jay’s voice sounded far too smug for his liking. Worse still, he couldn’t deny it. His body betrayed him. Of course, it felt good. That didn’t mean he wanted ... A tongue flickered over his testicles as the two fingers began spiralling inside him and he almost squealed. The spasms inside him now were definitely grasping, pushing out in complaint when the invader withdrew. A tongue flicked over the sensitive spot just behind his balls. It took him a moment to realise he was tilting down towards his friend’s face ‑‑ or was that up? ‑‑ silently wishing for Jay to take the initiative and suck. Maybe Jay even knew, for he refused to do anything more than give those little teasing licks.
“Untie me,” Dean managed to gasp. Jay ignored him. Shaking on many levels of frustration, Dean managed to take a deep breath and put some force into it. “Untie me, Jay. Untie my fucking legs!”
Jay came up and sat back on his heels, a look of caution closing down his face. He looked afraid. Dean had no intention of hurting him, but he couldn’t say that. If Jay didn’t start pulling the cords loose by the time he counted to three, he was seriously going to break the sodding bed.
He just reached two and a half when Jay undid the first cord. Dean lowered one foot to the bed while Jay untied the other. Before the other man could move up the bed to undo his arms, Dean wrapped first one leg around him and then, as that pulled him closer, he wrapped the other one around him as well. His strength tipped Jay forward against him, brought their faces closer until Dean could whisper in his ear. “You wanna fuck me, then fuck me.” There was no one to hear them and he could have just said the words, but this way, it drove home the impact he desired. Jay’s eyes opened wide and his face looked pure and innocent, angelic. Then that darkness swept in over his face. The lips twitched in a wicked curve. Dean tried not to swallow, though he suddenly very much wanted to retract the challenge. He knew what to expect, sort of, but a strap-on wasn’t the same as a real man. Furthermore, the light in those eyes was one he never expected to see in Jay’s gaze.
To Dean’s surprise, the first thing Jay did was latch onto his mouth, pressing their lips together, and then invading with his tongue, teasing Dean’s mouth into a dance. Their mouths wrestled and he might have been content with this, but then he realised the kiss was a distraction while Jay’s hands fumbled about. He couldn’t see what was happening but he could guess. He had guessed right when knowing fingers applied more lube to him, sliding in and slipping around to circle his entrance. Jay just latched on harder and swallowed his resulting gasp. Dean responded, fastening onto that pliant mouth, losing himself in the kiss. He didn’t know why he was allowing this to happen. He didn’t want to think about it. He definitely didn’t want to think about how he would feel when the eddying waves of desire were fulfilled and he lay spent and exhausted. Part of him dreaded what he would feel when he looked into Jay’s face after they finished, yet he had no intention of stopping.
A tight pain made his stomach contract but Jay pulled back and eased off immediately. Jay tried to spear into him even from this awkward position. “Sorry,” Jay muttered. “I don’t know if I can take it as slow as I should.”
If Dean’s own personal need was riding him, it only required that he look at Jay’s face to see he was right there with him. Little drops of sweat broke out on his friend’s body. His chest heaved with deep breaths drawn in through slightly swollen lips. Jay’s eyes alternated between looking glazed and then sharpening. One hand lay between them and guided Jay’s cock to his entrance. If his hands were free, maybe he could have more say in it, but strangely, Dean didn’t want his hands free right at this minute. He wanted Jay to take him. He shifted just an inch, but it made that hidden part of him open and brush against the hard, silken swelling that could only be Jay’s cock. It made his friend groan. He could tease Jay like this if he wanted, but he didn’t want. This moment was Jay’s and he wasn’t going to steal it.
“Use me,” he whispered tightly.
Those eyes widened and then cleared, as first surprise, and then acceptance filled them. The skin around them creased slightly as they tightened again. Jay swallowed and moved over him. The pressure pushing against him became intense. For a brief moment, it felt as though Jay pushed against an area that possessed no opening and then it gave so suddenly, the sharp pain took him by surprise. It changed almost immediately, became a peculiar combination of pain and pleasure combined. It might have been pain only, but the moment he entered him, Jay stopped and waited. Still, part of him screamed out to tell Jay to stop. Another part of him shrieked in annoyance that his body wouldn’t obey him. The only sound he actually made was a grunt. It caused Jay to look up to his face. Dean shook his head, unsure if he was telling Jay to keep trying or convinced it wouldn’t work.
It would work; he knew that. Still the strap-on Stephanie had used was so much slimmer, half of Jay’s girth. He remembered it felt pleasant, but it hadn’t made him come. In fact, he could have lain there and let Stephanie screw him all night and it would have been fun, but not a touch on this. Some part of him always wondered if he had allowed her to do it more than once, or if he’d asked her to use a bigger attachment, if it would have felt better. He was about to find out, though not in any way he ever imagined previously. The sharpness eased into a strange ache and itch combined with an even stranger desire. He rocked on the invader and from the corner of his eye, he saw some of the tension war on Jay’s face. His friend worried about hurting him.
It didn’t have to hurt, not if they took more time ‑‑ he knew that, too, but he could almost taste Jay’s urgency. His own followed close behind. This wasn’t just the urgency of desire, but the fear that he might yet change his mind. He wanted this, but some part of him argued that he shouldn’t. He rocked, seeking something under the pain, and it answered his call. He drew in a hissing breath, tilted back his head and closed his eyes. He itched to wrap his legs around Jay’s waist and urge him on, and he definitely tugged at the other man’s hips a little, but he did his best not to pull. He wanted to give himself over completely to Jay’s needs and wishes. He didn’t know why, but in case this was the only time they did this, he wanted to give it to Jay. Of course, the more they did this, the less it would hurt. He couldn’t be sure of that, but surely the idea held some truth in it. Jay certainly never reacted as though he suffered.
The more they did it... The thought slid back and forth coaxing and stroking his mind. That was out of the question, of course. So why this one time? What kind of man did that make him to break his friend’s heart like this? He could kid himself that Jay knew this would happen one time only, but it would be a lie. Hell, even he didn’t know if it was a one time only deal and Jay might say he couldn’t have him and even believe it, but that didn’t stop his heart from hoping.
Dean’s tongue snaked out and licked his lips, which had become painfully dry. He arched more, pressing his shoulders into the bed, rotating his hips
forward, pressing his backside down onto Jay’s erection. It slid in deeper and brought forth some unintelligible sound from both of them. Jay pulled back onto his knees and grabbed Dean’s hips almost making him laugh. It crossed his mind that it would be nice to have a mirror above the bed so that he could see how they looked. The thought of Jay’s slighter form holding him like this proved exciting. He couldn’t manage a mirror above the bed, but maybe a freestanding one...
Stop it, stop it, stop it! He needed to stop doing that. Why were all his thoughts edging towards the idea of ‘next time’, but, oh, god, he loved this. As Jay’s tongue and teeth cut a line across his ribs, he hissed yet again. Tied, used to please another, handled by someone much smaller, someone whose neck he could break with a flick of a wrist, and he loved every goddamned moment of it!
“I like this.” He didn’t know why he confessed, but the words left his lips easily. The expected accompanying guilt or embarrassment failed to materialise. He was travelling, floating in that state of bliss he’d almost touched earlier, aware his body was going to tip any moment from that restful state into one long line of aching, burning need. He clung to the bliss. He looked forward to the other, as well, but for now, he clung to this.
“No kidding,” Jay whispered in reply, and Dean opened his eyes to look at his friend. Only then did he acknowledge he writhed, making small twists and turns with his hips, testing the flexibility of his spine. He hadn’t needed to confess. He displayed his emotions and the sensations over his entire body. He looked at the questioning and all too knowing expression on Jay’s face. He always made Jay beg, made him give himself over to what they were doing completely. Made Jay give everything he was. Suddenly, he wanted to be the one begging.
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