Professional//Victim - No Reservations
Non-linear, slice of life, dubcon
Caius scrolled his phone absentmindedly, flipping through a new collection from a favorite fashion brand. He tapped his thumb on the heart beside the pieces that interested him - he’d refine it down to what he really wanted later, when he had both hands free.
Tommy was restless in his perch on Caius’s lap, twitching and shivering as the hand around his cock lazily toyed with him. He was such a noisy boy, his voice soft and sweet on a litany of moans and sighs. Caius lowered his phone for a moment, focusing back on him to lean in close to the shell of his ear.
“See how wonderful it feels to be a good boy? Because good boys get to play with me like this sometimes, don’t they, angel?”
Tommy whined, but when Caius gave him a sharp squeeze of warning, he stuttered out a “y-yes Caius!” that earned him back the more gentle ministrations. Caius returned to his phone, giving an exasperated sigh as he scrolled down.
“Honestly though, houndstooth? What year do they think it is?”
The catalogue he was looking at dimmed suddenly as the screen changed, chiming cheerily as a new banner flashed. Sam’s picture appeared, offering Caius a mischievous grin.
Incoming call from - DA LOVE DOCTOR SAM
“Ah, fuck.” He sat up slightly, leaning forwards a bit and taking his hand from Tommy to snap his fingers in front of his face. “Hey, hey, listen. I want total silence from you, not a fucking peep, you got it?”
“Yes Caius.”
“Great. Now shut the fuck up.”
He blindly groped him as he slid his thumb up the screen, resuming stroking him once he found his dick again.
“Yes?................What?.........No, I didn’t forget, I’m getting ready right now, are you ready?.........Okay, well, I just have to pick up a– what?....... Yes, I got our reservation. Yes, I did……..No, not at Francesca’s, I’m taking you somewhere else………..well, it’s a surprise, you’ll just have to wait and see. I’m just about to head out. I–.........yes, really, smart ass. I’ll see you soon. Wear something I’ll like, okay?...........No, that should be fine. As long as it’s not all wrinkled up like last time. ………………Well, throw it in the dryer for a couple minutes or something.”
Tommy pressed a hand hard over his mouth to stay quiet, rocking his hips back and forth as Caius started doing something really devious with his thumb.
“Don’t wear those bowling shoes. …...Yes, obviously they aren’t really bowling shoes, but they look like them. You know the ones. You have lots of nice shoes, you can wear literally any other pair. ..…….No. No, of the business casual ones. Or sneakers, if they still look nice. Okay. Okay, I’ll see you soon. Yes, ‘really’, do you want to go to dinner or not?........Alright, alright, bye.”
Caius flicked his phone off and let out a dramatic sigh, dropping it onto the bed beside him.
“Jesus, Mary and Joseph. Honestly.” He used his newly freed hand to prop himself up, pressing his chest against Tommy’s back as he leaned back in.
“Alright little one, time to wrap things up. Don’t keep me waiting. You’ve got thirty seconds, and I want you to finish.”
Tommy keened pitifully, but the fist around him became urgent, and his thighs started to shake.
“You can do it, come on– that’s it, I know you’re ready,” Caius encouraged, and it didn’t take long at all before Tommy started making the high “ah, ah, ah!” sounds that told Caius he was about to lose it. Caius nosed through his soft curls, nuzzling into the sensitive skin just above his collar. He indulged in the soft scent that lingered in his hair from the peachy new conditioner he had picked for him.
“Good boy, Tommy, good– oh, there it is.” His cock throbbed in his hand as Tommy came, crying out as his relief was forced from him. As soon as he was done, Caius let him go and wiped his hand on Tommy’s thigh.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Now hop off’a me, I need to go get ready like, two hours ago.”
Tommy dismounted clumsily with the help of a firm shove, collapsing onto his back as he panted for air. Caius swung his freed legs over the side and stood up with a groan, slowing to stretch his back out with a wince.
“Ugh– I’ve got to get you a better mattress. I don’t know how you can still walk after sleeping on that thing.” He stepped into Tommy’s doorless en-suite to wash his hands, hitting the light switch on with his elbow. Flicking the worst of the water from his fingers, he used his damp hands to smooth his hair out, and plucked out a stray black strand caught in the nose bridge of his glasses.
“I don’t suppose you know of any good places to eat?” Caius called through the doorway, and when he emerged, he picked his phone back up from the bed. Tommy was dazed and hadn’t even noticed it was there. Caius had never seen someone so devastated by a quick handjob until he’d gotten Tommy, and it never failed to amuse him. Caius smiled to himself as he tapped open his mapping app, flicking through a list of restaurant options. He quickly lost his smirk to a scowl.
“God, there’s nothing decent around here.”
Tommy had located his underwear and bunched the fabric self-consciously over his sex in a pitiful attempt at modesty. His skin was still ripe with a delicious blush, pastel on his pale features. Caius let his gaze linger on him for a moment, thinking.
“What should I do?”
Tommy looked up at Caius in surprise. He licked his lips and closed his eyes, his labored breathing slowly returning to normal.
“Um…well, I don’t know what’s around here,” he admitted, a little embarrassed, though they both knew why. “What type of food does he like?”
Caius sat down on the edge of the mattress, pursing his lips. “He’ll eat anything. Not exactly a refined palette, that one.”
“Okay…” Tommy pulled a bed sheet over his lap and propped himself up on his elbows. “What kind of place do you want to go to?”
“Somewhere that doesn’t require a reservation,” he grumbled, and returned to scrolling through his phone.
“Hmm…” Tommy mulled it over. “Well…he likes video games, right?”
Caius looked over at him. “Yeah, he told you that?”
“Sometimes he’ll tell me about what game he’s playing. Maybe you could take him to a barcade? If you’re okay with bar food. Or I know there are like, axe-throwing bars now, maybe something like that?”
Caius typed in a new search, tapping through the options and raising his eyebrows at the results. “Shit, wait, that actually might be perfect. Oh, well, this one sucks. But this one…” he trailed off, and Tommy watched his face as he performed whatever investigation he had deemed necessary.
“Mm...It’s 35 minutes from his place, but the food actually looks decent. God, I haven’t been to one of these since college.”
“They probably don’t take reservations, but there isn’t usually a wait at those types of things.”
“Ehh, he won’t push it.” He locked his screen and shoved it in his pocket. “Well, grand. He’s going to be geeked.”
“Geeked,” Tommy echoed with a small smile, his voice dry and tired. Caius leaned over and ruffled his hair fondly.
"You barely fought me at all today," he murmured approvingly, just before leaving, locking the door behind him with a familiar click.
Tommy laid back on his bed and threw an arm over his eyes, forcing a few slow, deep breaths.
“I don’t mind!” he proclaimed to himself, and he let his arm fall back beside him on the mattress, fixing his eyes on the ceiling.
“I don’t mind at all.”
It was a lie, but repeating it a few times helped it feel closer to the truth. When he could muster the energy, he found his remote on the floor, and watched TV in his filth until he could take a shower without thinking about it too much.
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Sam, later that night: Wow my boyfriend is so thoughtfull :)) lmao
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