still not over how damien was given a fmk hypotheticals n out of the options (rhett, link, stevie) he chose to fuck link bc looks-wise link is the closest approximation to ian. absolutely wild that ian wasn't even in the options lol dames just brought him up unprompted. to hypothetically proxy-fuck him.
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side note: tbf i understand that it was damien's way of regaining control of the bit after being put on the spot (he's so hot for that btw) but still. fascinating.
I wrote this one while listening to TXT's new album (stream Freefall y'all!!!)
What Ian didn't expect when he came in for Beopardy that day was to have his wrist held down against the table. He also didn't expect to like it. Damien apologized for it a smile on his face and Ian fought the flush that threatened to show. He hadn't realized how strong he was holding it down so easily even when he wasn't going to guess. And as he was reviewing the footage for upload he couldn't believe how tiny he looked compared to him. He was only a hair taller than him but much broader arms practically twice his size and he couldn't help but invade Ian's space already practically hanging off the table. He couldn't stop the thrill that went through him at that.
He tried not to think about it but when he talked to Damien his brain would keep getting distracted staring at his chest and his arms until he apologized and asked him to repeat himself. Which he obliged (of course he did) but would ask if he was okay afterwards which he brushed off as probably not getting enough sleep. He didn't know why he couldn't stop thinking about it couldn't stop thinking about his hand on him his frame dwarfing his own... But it was getting on his nerves. What made it worse was that stupid character he did during a Let's Do This opening a can of beer without the tab with just his hands. He swallowed thickly eyes darting away. Fuck-
"Hey you seem distracted lately everything okay?" Damien asked gently, concerned after the shoot. Ian mentally cursed himself but he put on a smile waving his hand dismissively.
"Yeah I'm fine just a lot of stuff on my mind," he said which it wasn't completely a lie. Him and Anthony were so close to getting Smosh back and that was definitely on his mind. But so was Damien. He gave him a face that showed he didn't really believe him.
"Well you know you can always come to talk to me about anything alright?" he said sincerely. Anything? Ian thought for a moment. Maybe he could just talk to him about it like an adult. He sighed.
"Could you uh... Come to my office later after you're done filming?" he asked nervously.
"Sure thing dawg," Damien said with a smile. He looked at phone and his eyes widened. "Shit. Speaking of filming I gotta go. Talk to you later." And he was gone leaving Ian to his own thoughts once more. He paced his little office trying to distract himself but he couldn't really focus on anything nerves on edge. Could he really talk to him about it? What if he thought he was weird? He was his boss after all... Maybe he should keep his mouth shut and just deal with it like he dealt with everything before: pushing it down and pretending it never existed leaving it for future Ian to deal with. He was taken out of his thoughts by a knock on his door.
"Come in," he said and the door opened. Damien stepped in closing the door behind him.
"So you wanted to talk to me about something?" Shit- he hadn't made up his mind yet. He took a deep breath.
"Yeah uh... Let's sit on the couch," he said gesturing to the couch on the far side of his office. They sat and he fidgeted with his hands not even knowing how to start this damn conversation. He could feel Damien's warmth from the other side of the couch and tried to ignore it to clear his mind. "So you know that episode of Beopardy we filmed recently?" He nodded. "Well you know during the last question and you uh... Grabbed my wrist?"
"Yeah I do I'm sorry about that I didn't know what I was thinking," he said face flushed pink. Huh? "I hope I didn't hurt you." Ian shook his head.
"No not at all in fact I-" he hesitated, nervous. "I kinda... Sorta... Liked it," he said the last part almost inaudibly. Damien blinked at him.
"Uh... What was that?" he asked. He could've sworn he heard he liked it but he had to make sure. Ian groaned.
"I liked it," he said face red with embarrassment.
"Oh," was all he replied. Well that wasn't what Ian expected but he looked at him to see him looking at him with curious eyes. Oh.
"And another thing... When the hell did you get so big?" he asked jokingly hoping to lighten the mood. He knew it happened gradually which is why he never caught it but now his eyes were back on his arms and broad chest once more.
"Why do you like that too?" Damien asked bluntly with a smirk and Ian's breath caught in his throat almost choking on it.
"... Maybe," he said softly looking down. Then he felt a hand on his chin lifting up to meet his eyes.
"No need to feel embarrassed. Everybody has their kinks. And I can't exactly say I don't like it either," he said gently. He felt like his eyes were burning into him but he couldn't move away. "So what is it hmm? Like feeling small? Or overpowered?" Ian gulped.
"Both," he said softly. Damien chuckled. His hand left his chin moving to his wrist as his other grabbed his other one. He gripped them tightly pushing him back into the couch. Ian gasped looking up at him as he smiled down at him.
"Is this alright?" he asked but Ian could barely think. The grip on his wrists felt nice and he liked how he felt dwarfed by his frame arms flexed as they held his wrists. He finally found it in himself to nod and he moved to hold both his wrists with one hand as he gripped his thighs spreading it for him to slide between. They were pressed groin to groin and he chuckled. "Oh you really like this," he said as he felt his hard-on pressed against him. He whimpered, eyes looking everywhere but him. He ground against him and he gasped hands curling into fists. He looked down seeing how spread his legs had to be accommodated him groaning and throwing his head back.
"Fuck-" he groaned and Damien tutted.
"Such a dirty mouth," he chuckled grinding again. He used his free hand to undo his jeans pressing his hand inside and gripping his cock. "Awe you're so cute," he cooed as his hand almost covered it completely. He stroked it running his thumb over the tip capturing the precum there and spreading it around. Ian shook with it trying to wiggle free to no avail. He kept stroking him languidly as he pressed his own hard on against his ass and he groaned pressing down against it. He shivered feeling how big he was through his jeans. He was already so close embarrassing so thrusting into his hand. He speaks up his strokes and it wasn't long before he was cumming with a groan. He kept stroking his milking him for all he was worth until he whimpered in oversensitivity and he still kept on.
"Damien, please," he begged it felt so good it hurt. He chuckled again before letting go wiping his hand on the inside of his boxers making him whine. He let his wrists go and sat back and Ian laid there for a moment still reeling.
"Is this something you'd like to try again?" Ian looked at him bewildered.
