I'd known Erik for six years. We met at a mutual friend's birthday, ended up talking until the bar closed, and that was it. We'd been close ever since.
The breakup with Luka had hit him harder than he let on. I could tell because he stopped bringing it up. Erik didn't go quiet when things were fine.
I suggested the mountain house. His family had a place up there. The city wasn't helping. Too many places that would remind him of things. Too many people who would ask.
He said yes without thinking about it.
He drove. Four hours with the weather already turning, sky low and grey by the time we hit the mountain roads. He didn't talk much, but that was fine.
The house was cold when we unlocked it. Erik went straight to the heating panel, then upstairs to shower. When he came back down the heat hadn't caught up yet, he had his puffer on over his pyjama pants, a trapper hat, but bare feet. He dropped onto the sofa letting out a sigh.
I grabbed my things and went up to shower.
When I came back down he hadn't moved. Stretched out across the sofa, feet up on the far cushion. Outside the storm had settled into something steadier.
I sat at the other end. His feet came to rest against my leg.
I'd seen them plenty of times before. The beach last summer, sleepovers, lazy Sundays on someone's couch. They were my type. Long toes, high arch, smooth soles. I'd never said anything about it.
"How are you doing?"
"Better. Good to be out of there."
We talked for a while. At some point Luka came up.
"I don't even know if I miss him. The idea of it. That's what I miss. What I thought it was going to be."
I didn't say anything. He shifted against the cushions and looked at the ceiling. His foot moved against my leg, just a slow press.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"You've got a thing. With feet."
He looked at me.
"I've noticed it. For a while. I wasn't going to say anything, but... I don't know. It seemed like a good night to ask."
I didn't answer right away.
"Yeah."
He didn't move his feet.
"So what do you actually do with it?"
"Erik."
"I'm asking."
He looked back at the ceiling.
"It's just like any other thing. I don't get why people make it weird."
"I'm not shaming you. I'm curious."
"It's... I don't know. Smell them. Touch them. Kiss them."
"Okay. I've been told I have nice feet."
He put both feet in my lap.
"What do you think?"
"I don't want to make this weird."
"Wait, do you think they're ugly?"
"No."
He flexed his toes slowly, watching me.
I put my hands on his soles. They were soft, bigger than I expected up close. I started to rub them slowly.
I could see him watching me from the corner of my eye. He didn't say anything.
I worked my thumb along his arch. He let me. After a moment he raised his left foot and rested it against my jaw. Then dragged it slowly up across my face.
I kept rubbing his right foot.
He pressed his left foot against my nose. I breathed in.
He held it there for a second, then lowered it down, letting his big toe settle against my lips.
I didn't move.
"Go ahead."
I opened my mouth and took it in. Started sucking on it slowly.
He exhaled through his nose. Still watching me.
He removed his toes from my mouth and pointed down at the floor. I got down off the sofa. Onto my knees at the end of it, facing him, his feet right in front of me.
I bent down and put my mouth on his sole.
I worked slowly. His arch, his heel, back up to his toes. Both feet. I took my time. He let me. I could hear the storm outside and nothing else.
At some point he put one hand behind his head. Completely still. Completely at ease.
I kissed along his sole and took his toes back in, one at a time. My hands wrapped around his foot and I stayed there, on the floor, at his feet.
Alternate universe where vampires can’t go in sunlight not because they disintegrate but because it tickles their skin like a million feathers are caressing every square millimetre that’s exposed to it. Capturing a young cumsucker (only 120 years old, a whippersnapper) and torturing him into confessing his vampiric sins by holding his bare soles in a beam of bright sunlight.
He’ll be screaming the truth in under twenty minutes…but watching him howl and cackle and writhe in ticklish agony sure is fun. Might as well play with him for a little longer. It’s not every day you have a handsome vampire at your mercy.
Plus there seems to be some stirring in those tight little shorts of his…perhaps the relationship between sunlight, tickling and arousal needs to be studied more thoroughly…
1 month ago you used to be his roommate and best friend. He used to clean his room, pay his half of the rent, and do the dishes every other day. But after he found out that you're a faggot with a foot fetish everything changed. You're nothing more than his loyal chastised slave, you clean his room, pay his rent, and do all house chores every single day. However he doesn't let you anywhere near his godly body, you just serve him and get teased by his perfect face, body, and feet all day long.
Puffing and panting, bare soles on display... was exactly how the bull ended up after the men wrangled him from the gym to strap him into a "himbo humbler" in their cellar: feets locked in stocks being tongued and feathered as his tits and cock were pumped by milking machines...
Getting undressed by someone while being tied up is an extremely intense feeling… Unable to resist, forced to show vulnerability.
When you're made "accessible" in that way...
How often do we see tickling videos that we’ve never seen before! This one has some great foot worship-tickling, and man do I love a lick-ticklish TickleBoiToy! As a bonus, we also get to enjoy this Tickle Master’s equally hot soles! This clip is quite a treat!
I kind of regret that we didn't get Q's reaction to Jake trying to kill Spider. But then I think it would have been tied to the fast end of the movie because Quaritch would have literally burned to death everyone, lol
I’ve been itching to write a little fic on this so thank you for giving me an excuse. Enjoy! It’s gonna be an angsty one!
Quaritch laid on his back, half asleep in post coital bliss with Varang on top of him tracing small circles into his chest. He was on the brink of consciousness when his lover whispered, “why won’t you let me connect to you?”
Quaritch sighed, “I told you…”
“That type of connection is not what I am talking about. That was pure dominance. An enforcement of my will onto you so that I could see inside your mind. I have no interest in doing that to you now. I seek the kind of connection that’ll make us one.”
Quaritch paled, “that sounds intense.”
“Not really,” Varang said coolly, “it is a bond. We as lovers can share in it. But the bond can be for friends. For family.”
“Family?”
Varang nodded. “The very first bond someone will ever experience is with their mother and father. I can still remember - before my mother was killed in the fire,” Varang’s voice grew reverent, her eyes distant as she recounted the bittersweet memory, “she would bond with me while she braided my hair. If I close my eyes some times I can still feel her. Hear her voice softly humming as she worked…” Her voice trailed off, the memory becoming too painful for her to continue.
Quaritch stared at the ceiling of their tent as he stewed on her words. Should I bond with Spider? If his son could actually feel how much he loved him would that sway the boy to his side? Make him want to stay and be a family like they always should have. The idea of connecting kurus with anything other then his ikran made him a bit nervous after his first encounter with Varang. But his need to get through to his son made him willing to push past his hesitation. After Sully’s execution I’ll march right in there and bond with Spider. He wasn’t sure what to expect but hopefully if he could simply channel his feelings through the link, that would be enough to begin softening his son’s heart. For now…
Quaritch took his kuru in one hand, Varang’s in the other. He contemplated the dancing tendrils, both reaching out, desperate to touch. Miles watched them, hesitantly. I need a drink, he thought as he let go of their braids. He got up, exiting the tent, leaving Varang to rest, completely alone.
Spider didn’t fight as Quaritch scooped him up, placing him on his ikran. Being in his father’s hold always made him cringe. He just felt so small and weak as the man effortlessly manhandled him like a naughty toddler. Spider hung his head, resigned to his fate. But at least he could take solace in knowing that his loved ones would be safe. He could put up with all the pain the R.D.A could throw at him as long as he was certain his family would be okay.
Quaritch patted Spider’s tense shoulders in a vein attempt at comfort before connecting to his ikran and taking off. They’d go back to Bridghead. Quaritch would demand to have an apartment with his son so he could better “keep an eye on him.” He would never allow his little escape artist to get away from him again. Spider would just have to learn to be happy with him and Varang.
Out of his periphery Quaritch caught sit of Jake, swooping in on skimwing to steal his son away once again. Quaritch clutched Spider close as he swerved hard to avoid his enemy. Feelings of desperation flooded him, motivated by the fear of losing Spider. His ikran could sense it, causing her to fly harder, bank sharper, go faster. The magnetic field pulled them closer. As his enemy neared, Spider squirmed in Quaritch’s arms, reaching out towards Jake. Quaritch snarled in disgust. Not again. He is not taking my boy from me again. The skimwing flew right at him, jaw wide open to snap onto his ikrans neck. Stop flying, Quaritch frantically thought. His ikran obeyed, making them sharply plummet. Jake was flying too fast to stop, soaring over their heads, tumbling straight into the magnetic vortex.
“No!” Spider screamed, as they rocketed upwards and away. His heart completely bottom out as his last hope of escape was crushed.
“Shhh,” Quaritch’s hand came up to pet his hair.
“Don’t touch me!” Spider slapped his hand away, growling.
Quaritch clenched his jaw in frustration but said nothing. He moved his arm to wrap around Spider, securing him closer to his chest.
“I said don’t touch me! Get off me! Get off me!” Spider furiously beat against Quaritch’s hold. He felt like he was suffocating. His vision was blurry as the scene of the battle grew smaller and smaller. I’m really going back, Spider thought, fear setting in. He was going back to that cold city of metal, detached from nature, from Eywa. From his family.
Quaritch snarled. “Quit it! Do you wanna fall?” Spider didn’t answer, continuing his assault. Quaritch’s mind flashed to Varang. If she were here she’d just connect to Spider and force him to stop. Maybe that’d be good, Quaritch thought. After all Varang had said the first bond was made between a child and their parents. He’d connect with Spider. Channel all of his love through the link until he was nice and calm. He looked to his surrounding, spotting a small island a safe distance from the battle. Land there, he commanded his ikran.
“What are you doing,” Spider worriedly asked as the ikran dove.
“Just a little time out before we reach Bridgehead.”
Spider’s fear only spiked, “for what?”
Quaritch didn’t answer. Instead when they landed, he clutched Spider close and slid off the back of his ikran. The moment both of their feet touched the ground Quaritch grabbed his braid, holding Spider by the bicep as the boy violently thrashed for release. “What are you doing,” Spider huffed,
“It’s okay,” Quaritch said gently, “I just wanna calm y’a down…”
“No! Don’t touch me! Get away…” Quaritch held his kuru to Spider’s, the tendrils instantly intertwining.
Their eyes went wide. Quaritch could feel Spider’s panic, his fear, his disappointment. He reached out to stroke his hair, channeling through their link, everything will be okay. I promise I’ll keep you safe.
Spider snarled. “As if I’d ever be safe with you!”
Quaritch clenched his jaw, “oh, cause you were so much better off with Sully!”
Whether it was his fury causing him to force his way into his son’s mind or the invocation of the boy’s chosen father figure bringing the recent memory to the front of Spider’s brain neither would know but it was there nonetheless for both to see. Quaritch’s blood ran cold. He could feel his son’s growing fear as Jake led him deeper into the forest. “Be quiet,” the man snapped at Spider’s simple questioning. Quaritch felt himself start to simmer. Spider tried desperately to close his mind but Quaritch refused to let him.
They reached a sunlit clearing. Jake pulled him forward. “Kneel,” he commanded. When Spider didn’t immediately get on his knees Jake forced him down.
“Please,” Spider begged going numb from shock, “you don’t have to do this.” Quaritch watched in horrified disbelief. He didn’t trust Jake as far he could throw him but this was a new level of low even for his worst enemy. Spider squirmed in Quaritch’s hold, completely humiliated.
Jake began to pray last rites over Spider. “I’ll be good. I promise I’ll be good.” Quaritch snarled. You’re already good. You’re better than anyone. Spider felt as if he took a knife to the heart at Quaritch’s thoughts.
“Please Dad,” Spider quietly called, his voice sounding so small and yet loaded with the desperate hope of a fatherless child to simply be recognized by the man he admired in his final moments. He was ignored. Quaritch gnashed his teeth hearing his son call another man dad. Spider paled as that possessive fury flowed through their link, making him still.
“I know I have to go to Eywa now.” Quaritch’s heart broke. His son sounded like a little kid in what he believed would be his final moments. Spider bit his lip fighting to keep both his and Quaritch’s emotions from affecting him. “But can you just tell me. Did you ever love me?
“More than anything”, Jake answered, soothing Spider’s final wish. He closed his eyes, accepting his fate….
Quaritch ripped his kuru free as he knelt to Spider’s level, grabbing his face with both hands, desperately shaking his son as he screamed, “what the hell is wrong with you! I’m one loyal son of a bitch but even I wouldn’t stay with someone who tried to kill me!”
Spider remained quiet, avoiding eye contact. Quaritch shook him again, bringing his face in so close their noses were touching. “How much do you have to hate yourself to just accept your death like that! Huh? That mother fucker tried to kill you! And you still want to go back to him!” Quaritch’s chest heaved, tears in his eyes. “I love you. I’d give you the whole world if you wanted it. You know that, don’t y’a?”
“I don’t want the world,” Spider yelled but his eyes sparkled, his bottom lip trembling as he fought to not cry.
Quaritch growled at his son’s dismissal. “I’d give you everything! Even when you keep rejecting me, I never stop trying to get through to you! And this is what you leave me for! Some bastard that hates you! That would kill you in cold blood…”
“Shut up,” Spider screamed, “shut your fucking mouth! I don’t care! You’re evil! You’re fucking evil!”
“That’s right! I am evil! That’s why I know it when I see it! And killin’ an innocent kid is pretty fucking evil Spider!”
Spider shook his head, “I’m not innocent…”
“Why not? Because you’re my son?” Spider looked him directly in the eye and nodded. “Well that’s bull shit! You are not guilty for the things I’ve done! And anyone who would make you feel otherwise is a pathetic sack of shit!” Quaritch tried to make eye contact with his son but the boy cast his gaze to the side, pointedly looking away. He sighed, knowing that he would get nowhere. Instead of saying another word he pulled Spider into a tight hug. The boy did not reciprocate, staying as rigid as stone while on the inside he felt as if he was crumbling to dust from his shame and heartbreak. “I can’t believe you let them treat you like that,” Quaritch’s chest shuddered, his voice growing watery. “Oh, my boy. My poor boy. I’m never letting them take you from me again.”
Spider felt his very soul leave his body. This was all too much. Too crazy for him to process. Quaritch continued to hold him. To pet his hair. To rub his back. To whisper sweet words of love that would have made Spider sick to his stomach if he hadn’t completely checked out. He simply stared ahead, into the endless ocean. The smoke from the battle was just barely visible on the horizon as the sun began to shine once again. Everything was so quiet. Like the entire world had died and this little island, being hugged by the man who so desperately wanted to be his father, was the only thing left in Spider’s shattered universe.
Quaritch never wanted to let his boy go but a nervous shiver was going up his spine as he scanned the sky for his enemies. So he forced himself to move, settling his son and himself onto his ikran and taking off. Spider was dead eyed and silent as they traveled. Quaritch let him be, also feeling emotionally spent from everything he’d seen. Instead he taped his comm, “Varang? Do you copy?”
“I am here my Quar-itch,” she answered.
“Make your way back to Bridgehead. I’ll be there in about ten minutes.”
“I will meet you there.” With that the call ended. Quaritch looked down to Spider. If he had any thoughts on reuniting with Varang he was still too despondent to show them. Quaritch sighed, rubbing Spider’s shoulder.
Spider remained completely numb as they landed at Bridgehead. He didn’t even move to get down. Quaritch had to pick him up and hold him steady as Spider’s weak legs threatened to buckle under his weight. Lyle rushed to meet them. “Boss. You’re okay. And y’a got the kid.
Quaritch nodded, handing his son off to his right hand man. “Take him to medical for me. Have them put him to bed…”
That woke Spider up, the boy rounding on his father in fury, “what!”
Lyle grabbed his arm to pull him along. Spider bucked against him but it was no use against the Na’vi clone’s strength. “You’ve had a rough day,” Quaritch said gently as his son was dragged away, “they’ll just give you a little something to calm down…”
Spider growled. “I hate you! Do you hear me! I hate you, you fucking bastard!” Quaritch shook his head. Because he knew that deep down his son was lying.
He watched until Spider was completely out of his sites. Then he was on the move, marching towards the war room to learn just how everything ended. Parker sighed in relief at the sight of him, “thank god you’re not dead.”
“Geeze Parker. I didn’t know you cared that much.”
“Of course I care. Do you know how much money you’re worth?” Quaritch couldn’t help but laugh. Parker continued. “Ardmore’s dead. And since you have the most experience running this show I’m giving you your old job back.”
Quaritch grinned. “Fantastic. So how are things looking?”
Parker looked at him like it should be obvious, “not great. The blue monkeys just beat our million dollar war ships with sticks and flying lizards ssooo…”
Quaritch scoffed, “do we look defeated to you? Start gettin’ air ships loaded with bombs. They head out in thirty minutes.” Everyone around them hurried to compile with his orders. Quaritch turned to the multiple screens in front of him, reviewing battle footage until red dots flooded the air space monitor. Quaritch smiled, going out to meet his lover. “There she is. Hi honey.”
Varang scowled, “why do you look so happy. We have lost!”
“Eh not quiet. Come on, follow me. We got a show to catch.” Varang was confused but curious enough to follow her lover back into the war room. Quaritch motioned to a screen showing the airships getting into position over the battle ground.
“What is this!”
Quaritch held up his hands to placate her. “Calm down. Just watch.” He moved to her side, wrapping an arm around her waist. They stood there for only a few moments before the bombs began dropping around Awa’atlu. Varang’s eyes went wide, a maniacal giggle escaped her lips that grew into full blown cackling as she jumped for joy.
“What is this, Quar-itch,” she asked, completely giddy.
Quaritch grinned in satisfaction. “What they deserve.”
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