by Sean Michael
"Mmm. Yes. Oh." Harrison did it again.
"I." He twisted, trying to slide out from under Harrison, but the man held him.
"It's okay to like the pain, Giles. It doesn't make you a freak."
"I'm not crazy." He wasn't. It just... it made things so much easier, after. So much quieter.
"No, you're not crazy. And I know exactly how to give you what you need."
"How? How do you know?" How could anyone know that?
"Because that's what the BDSM community is all about. It's about people needing and people giving."
"Shh. No more talking." Harrison kept trying to make things real.
That made Harrison laugh, and the man bit at his right nipple, teeth and tongue playing with the ring. Giles twisted, not sure if he wanted to get away or closer.
"Gonna do so many wonderful things to you."
"I don't know. I don't know what to say."
"You don't have to say anything. I'll just keep doing it."
That actually made it easier, somehow. Harrison's fingers slid down to tug at his balls. A dull ache built in the pit of his belly, and his breath caught.
Harrison tugged again, then let go of his balls and flicked at the skin behind them. God, that made the barbell at the base of his nuts ache. Harrison flicked once more, and then grabbed the barbell, pulling on it. He tried to sit up, chest slapping against Harrison's.
"Oh, I should do that one again." Harrison did, tugging harder this time.
"I. Fuck. Fuck..." That was good.
"Mmm. Yes." Harrison twisted the barbell, not being gentle at all. He cried out, hips bucking restlessly. "Fuck, that's sexy."
"Want to move."
"Want to or have to?" Harrison asked.
"What?" He needed to get up.
"Do you want to move or do you need to move? There's a difference."
Goddamn it. "Let me up. I want up."
"No." Harrison's mouth latched onto his right nipple.
"No?" He pushed up into that suction, hands wrapping around Harrison's head, and Harrison shook his head, taking the nipple ring with him.
"Fuck. Fuck. I. Fuck." He was going to short out.
"We will, G. But first we're going to play."
"Play? I was going to go home. You were sleeping."
"And now I'm awake and we're here together and I'm ready to blow your mind."
"I don't..."
Harrison bit his nipple and he cried out, hips bucking sharply.
"You do." Harrison treated the other nipple to a bite as well, and the strong fingers dragged along his arms, digging into his muscles.
"Fuck, yes." He twisted, his cock filling, swelling.
"Oh, the things I am going to do to you, G. I'm going to blow your mind and put it back together again."
"I'll believe it when it happens." God, Harrison made him smile.
"Okay. I can live with that." Harrison looked up at him, eyes twinkling as the man's tongue played with the ring in his nipple. He traced Harrison's eyebrows, suddenly hit with the urge to paint the man, just like this. The other eyebrow went up. "What?"
"I want to paint you. I need to."
Harrison turned and kissed his palm. God, that gentle little touch made him shiver. "You will. Not right now, but you will." Harrison punctuated the words with a bite to the pad of his thumb, and his fingers curled, fingertips stroking Harrison's cheek.
Harrison's hands slid over his body, one heading for his nipple, the other toward his cock. His fingers were caught, wrapped in Harrison's hair. His right nipple ring was twisted, his hafada tugged.
"So fucking good. Damn it." Again. Do it again.
Harrison laughed, eyes shining, and wow, the man did it again, sensation zinging through him. His lips parted, nerves alight, alive. "Gonna get some gold chains. Link all your piercings together."
He thought that would take a lot of chain, but he didn't bother saying it. He was very busy flying.
Harrison worked one ring, then the next, and then the next, then the barbell, sometimes twisting two at a time, sometimes barely touching even one. His hands moved in Harrison's hair, touched the broad shoulders, just exploring. Eventually Harrison spread his legs, pushed them back, and began to lick at his hole.
"Oh, fuck!" Giles grabbed his knees and went with it, the hot licks like fire against him. Harrison's tongue pushed in when he did that, sliding into his hole.
"Yeah. Yeah. So fucking hot." He rocked up, fucked himself on the man's tongue as Harrison pressed his face in hard, tongue going deeper. The pleasure made him want to scream, it was so good. That magical tongue disappeared for a moment, Harrison biting the place where his thigh met his ass. Giles jerked away, almost sitting up.
"No," growled Harrison, hands landing on his hips and holding him in place as another bite landed in almost the same spot.
"Fuck. No biting." He fought, gasping, jonesing on the burn.
"I like biting."
Giles did, too. Just on his terms. "No biting."
Harrison's response was to bite the inner thigh of his other leg.
"Fuck!" Hot. So fucking hot.
"That's coming, I swear." Of course, what came next was another bite, a little lower this time.
"God damn it." He twisted, pulling away.
Harrison growled again. "Do I need to tie you down?"
"No!"
"Are you sure?" Harrison bit at his hip.
"I. Yes. Yes, I mean. Yes?"
"I think you like it. I think you like it a lot." Why did that bastard sound so self-sure?
Giles wasn't sure what the hell to do about it. Hell, why should he have to? He just wanted to fuck. "Just... Christ, you make me dizzy."
"Good." That was it; just "good" was all Harrison said.
He bared his teeth a little, went up on his elbows to look down at Harrison. "How is that good, exactly?"
"It's my job to make you crazy. Dizzy. Out of your mind." Giles noticed that Harrison didn't look terribly worried, and that made him laugh.
"Like I need to be more out of my mind." Crazy was way less fun than advertised, really.
Harrison's tongue slid up along his hip, slick and warm. "Ah, but when you come back to yourself, it'll be even better."
"You think so?"
Harrison's chin scratched his hip. "I think we're going to be very good for each other."
"I'm not good for anyone."
Harrison's next bite made him jump. "You're just right for me. I've been looking for you."
Looking for him? "You mean you wanted an artist to play with?"
"I mean I wanted you to play with."
Nonsense. He shook his head. "You don't mean that."
"I do."
Ridiculous. Harrison didn't really know him yet. Harrison licked along his belly and then nipped at his skin, right near his navel. Obviously the man was willing to give up the argument, and he was all over that, going for it as he jerked and chuckled, that tiny nibble tickling.
"Pretty baby." Harrison licked over to his right nipple and then yanked the ring hard.
Giles cried out, rolled Harrison over, and started humping. Harrison rolled them back, pushing him down into the mattress. No. No, he was going to do it. He was going to be on top.
Harrison stayed on top of him, though, kept pushing him down. "I've got you, G."
"I... You're pushing me."
"Yes." That was it. Just the one word and Harrison's intense gaze.
"I don't want you to." So there.
"That doesn't matter. You need me to."
He snorted, tossed his head (or tried to). "Bullshit." Harrison just laughed. Oh. Oh, that pissed him off. "Don't you fucking laugh at me, asshole."
"I'm not laughing at you, G."
"What was that, then? Because I'm not crazy. I'm not."
"I know you're not crazy. I know you have needs, I understand that. Maybe better than you do. I find it funny that you need so hard and deny it so hard at the same time."
"I'm not crazy." That was important.
"Didn't I just say that I know you're not crazy?" Harrison grabbed his face between his hands. "You hear me, G? I know you're not crazy."
He searched Harrison's eyes, wanting to know the man was serious.
Harrison held his gaze. "I know what you need and I know you're not crazy. I think maybe I know it more surely than you do."
He nodded. "I'm not crazy. I'm... this is crazy. This situation."
"No, this situation is just what you need."
"You're used to getting what you want." So was Giles.
"I am. And I want you."
"I should go home." Run. Have a long run.
"No. We're not finished here." Harrison's hand wrapped around his cock, tugging lightly. "Not by a long shot."
"But... I need to work. I'll get you off first." He wasn't a bastard. Mostly.
"You can work tomorrow. You're staying here, getting off, sleeping, getting what you need, and then tomorrow you can work."
"Tomorrow." Harrison's fingers tugged the ring in the head of his prick, and his eyes crossed.
"You heard me." Harrison twisted the ring again, then added a couple of pulls to his nipple rings as well.
"Uh-huh." God, that was good.
"I've got whips that are going to make you crazy. A flogger. It's going to hurt so good, G. I promise you."
Whips? No way. No way. Of course, it was probably all just dirty talk to rev them back up.
"Gonna be so good." Harrison tugged hard on the Prince Albert.
"So..." He arched, body following the tug. The ring twisted in Harrison's hand. "Don't tear me." Oh, fuck.
"I care about you, G. Won't hurt you."
The words heated him, even if they couldn't be true.
"Now come for me."
He groaned, humped Harrison's hand. People didn't come on demand. Harrison flicked Giles' nipple ring with his free hand, and spunk pushed from him, his hips rolling in hard, rough jerks.
"There you go, G."
"Uh-huh." He blinked, dazed.
Harrison chuckled and circled around him.
"You. You okay?" Sleepy. Sleepy.
"I'm just fine." Harrison kissed his eyebrow. "Let go, G. I've got you."
"So tired." And warm.
Harrison was warm.
"Then sleep already, G. It'll be okay."
"'Kay."
Okay.
Yeah.
Sleep.
***
Harrison went back to sleep when Giles did, arms full of melted man. He'd known he'd be good for Giles, knew he could give the man exactly what he needed. He was surprised to wake up before Giles did; it looked like he'd melted the man even more than he'd thought.
Too thin, too tired, too overworked -- the man was in desperate need of a keeper.
Harrison was just the man for the job, too.
Giles stretched, forehead creased in a frown. He slid his hand along Giles' belly. That simple touch relaxed Giles, eased the frown. Giles might not have figured it out yet, but somewhere deep down, he knew it, too.
Harrison explored Giles lazily, fingertips sliding over the pale, smooth skin. He traced the scars and slid his fingers over metal.
It didn't take long for Giles to wake up, to meet his eyes. "It's morning."
He smiled. "It is."
"I slept a long time." Giles traced his lips.
"Probably not as long as you really need to." He nipped at Giles' fingers.
"Sleep is overrated." The smile he got was brilliant.
"So is a good spanking."
"What?" There was a look of complete confusion on Giles' face.
He shook his head. "I was just teasing, G. There's always a place for a good spanking."
"That doesn't make sense." Giles stretched again, humming softly. "You smell good."
"It does make sense and thank you." He licked Giles' neck. "And you taste good."
Giles chuckled. "That tickles."
"Better give you a harder touch, then." He bit this time.
"Oh." Giles' hands landed on his shoulders.
Fuck, he loved the way the man jonesed on the pain. Giles started shifting, moving under him. He noticed there weren't any protests about having to leave this time. He found a nipple ring, tugged it gently, and then twisted.
Giles responded beautifully, body arching in a slow, steady arc. Fuck, that was sexy. It made him need. Giles made him need. He rubbed and twisted the other ring.
"Please." Did Giles even know what he was asking for?
"You ever been whipped, Giles? Has anyone ever spanked you? Paddled you?" Made you scream?
"Whipped? I. Are you serious?"
"Very serious. I've seen the things you do to yourself, Giles. Believe me, it's so much better when someone else does that for you."
Long fingers covered his lips, hushing him, so he bit at Giles' fingertips.
Giles chuckled, winked. "You're biting."
"I am. You like the biting." Giles liked it a lot.
"Shh. You keep saying things."
"I like saying them. I like the way me saying them makes you jerk and buck and want."
Giles shook his head. "You have to be good, hmm?"
"I'm being very good."
"Are you? I want to paint you."
"When we're done here, I'll sit for you."
Giles offered him a blinding smile, nodded. "Good. Good. I need to do it."
"Like a compulsion?"
"No. I just need to. I'm not crazy." Someone had a serious issue.
"Listen, G. I know you're not crazy, okay? I know that."
"I'm not, and I won't go see any doctors. Okay?"
He shook his head. "I haven't suggested that you should. Where is this coming from?"
"It's not you. It's. I have. Before. My last lover. My sister. It was ugly. There were police." There was ill-hidden fear, worry in those eyes.
"He didn't understand you, G. I do." He stroked Giles' cheek.
"I just need it, sometimes. It gets loud and that hushes it."
"I know. And I want to help with it."
Giles' eyes searched his, the look intent. "You won't tell? Anyone?"
"I won't tell anyone."
"Okay. Okay. I won't either. I mean, if it's wrong for me, it's got to be wrong for you, too, right?"
"What? No." He shook his head. "It's not wrong, G."
"Sure it is. If it wasn't, then they wouldn't put you in the hospital." The words were supremely, completely confident.
"You do remember the club, right? The BDSM?"
Giles frowned for a second, then smiled. "Yes. Yes, from last night. I was so tired."
"You were. Do you remember choosing a safeword and what it stood for?"
"I..." It was fascinating to watch Giles' mind work. "Flowers. It was flowers."
"Yeah. So you use that word if ever you need me to stop, okay?"
Giles nodded. "When I need to go?"
He considered that, and then nodded. "Yes. Or if the pain is too much. Because I'm not going to stop when you say stop. Or no. Only if you say flowers."
"Okay. Because sometimes I have to run away."
"No, no running away."
That earned him a frown. "But you just said to say it when I needed to go."
"There's a difference between needing to go paint and running away, though."
"Is there? Why? You talk a lot for someone so quiet."
"I just want to make sure you understand."
Giles shook his head. "I think I'm going to get up now and have some coffee."
"No, I think you're going to stay right here. In fact, I think I'm going to cuff you to my bed and show you how a flogger works." God, that look -- half hungry, half stunned -- was the hottest thing Harrison had ever seen. "Don't move." He gave Giles a hard kiss and got up.
"I thought we were going to make coffee."
"I know what you're doing." He grabbed the cuffs and went back to the bed.
"Y
ou do?" Giles looked at the cuffs, licked his lips.
"You're trying to distract me and hoping like hell it doesn't work."
Giles nodded. "You're exciting me. A lot."
"Good." He pointed at the headboard. "Hold on to that."
"Say please."
Harrison grinned. Pushy, needy man. "No, you do as I say."
"No. I don't follow directions."
He climbed onto the bed, straddling Giles' chest, and grabbed one hand, putting the cuff on it. Giles moved with him, stretching out under him, arching under him. Sexy, sexy man. He attached the cuff to the headboard and gazed down into Giles' eyes. "Grab the headboard with your other hand."
Giles moaned softly. "God, you're hot."
He smiled down at Giles. "I know. Now do it."
Giles reached up and grabbed the headboard, never looking away from him. He managed to hold that gaze as he cuffed Giles' other hand and wound the cuff around the headboard. "That's the tie-you-down portion dealt with."
"You'll let me out if I ask, though, right? If I say flowers?"
"That's right. So you can scream and shout and tell me no and stop and I won't. Only if you say flowers."
"Okay. They won't hurt my hands, will they?"
"The cuffs are around your wrists, and they're padded. Stop worrying." He would give Giles something else to focus on.
"I don't know if I can."
"You can." He shifted downward so he was straddling Giles' hips, and tweaked one nipple ring, then the other.
"They're tender." Giles tried to move away, then closer. "Good. Just tender."
"I'm going to have to try some clamps on them. I have ones designed for ringed nipples."
Giles gave him an incredulous look.
"I do." He flicked the right nipple ring, and then played with the Prince Albert a little.
"Oh. Oh, please. That's so good."
"You definitely need a little bit of jewelry. A pretty chain so I can tug once and get all your rings at the same time."
"Oh..." Giles' lips opened, parted, begged for him, so he slid his fingers over them, then into Giles' mouth. Oh, fuck. The suction made his eyes roll, made him whimper. He wanted that mouth around his cock. He wanted it now.
He crawled up along Giles' body. Giles fought him, sucking his fingers hard, pulling at them. He only tugged them out when his cock bumped up against the underside of Giles' chin.
"Want."
"You sure?" He slid his cock along Giles' lower lip, a drop of pre-come smearing.
