Dennis tells Robby anything they do needs to be completely no strings attached. He wont risk fucking up his future and he knows Robby feels the same. Its not like either is new to it, Dennis fucked before. Friends with benefits is the best option for their situation.
So the rules are as follows. No spending the night. No dates. No feelings.
Robby thinks its great, he gets this absolutely sexy, eager man who sucks cock and rides like he was made for it all without the attachment. He doesn't have to entertain him or try to keep him at arms length because Dennis refuses to get that close.
But thats not what he's used to. He is used to the month and a half rush of feelings, the dates, the long nights treating each other well. The first night Dennis leaves with a satisfied smile and a wink he spends an hour channel surfing to calm down. It feels wrong to just kick him out.
So he drags out the aftercare, he drags out the foreplay. He fucks him with his arms around his back because thats the only way Dennis allows himself to be held. Robby tries to scratch that itch while being used in just the way he used to love. He gets exactly what he wants and it kills him because now all he wants is Dennis.
Okay, I'm getting seriously scared and worried, now.
The last time I saw my aide was just about 8 o'clock Thursday morning. It's now just after midnight Saturday morning (she was supposed to come Thursday night to help me get into bed). All my calls to her today have gone straight to voicemail, and it's never been this long without her eventually calling me back.
I've been calling the number she gave me for her eldest daughter's cellphone, and that's been going to voicemail, too. without calling me back.
I put her daughter's phone number into a reverse number look-up, and it came back with a number for a completely different person in a different state (and I'm sure I've actually talked to her daughter, once, with the number I have).
So I don't even know, anymore.
It's like she's dropped off the earth.
And I don't have the numbers of any of her other family members, to call them and ask if they've heard anything.
And yes. I need her help to get in and out of bed, and shop, and shower. But more than that, I've come to think of her as a friend.
This specific scene scene blessed my mind with many ideas (and also emphasized why aftercare is so important >⩊<.ᐟ). Their highs are SO high, and their lows are SO extremely low. The way they were basically experiencing dom/subdrop in the same exact bed.... whilst sitting next to each other.... (╥﹏╥)
TW ~ unintentional fear play, grabbing, mention of needles/testing, shoe throwing
Salem sat on his bed, definitely not sulking at all because of his life. Sure, he was rich, and had everything he ever wanted, and was never told no a day in his life and… what was he sulking about? Right, being stuck with some scary CIA bodyguards with little privacy, who also didn’t respect his charge as much as he should.
The teen hated everything at the moment and despite having the privilege of being in his room alone — as pathetic as that sounded — it felt more like a prison at the moment.
He cracked after a few minutes.
Staying in his room felt uncomfortable at this point despite its large size, because he knew that outside the door was what he can’t control. So, he walked out expecting to find and confront Raider, as Salem believed he deserved to let out his anger at the man he didn’t want there.
The teen was surprised when he saw that his bodyguard was not standing in the hallway or at his door. He thought for sure that the brute would be waiting to coddle him some more.
So, not willing to give up when he was simmering with his frustration, he sought out to find the guard, wherever he was probably snooping around.
Salem grumbled while walking through the hallways. It wasn’t often he got to tell people what he wanted to say, so now everything was boiling over in his mind.
He heard the small sound of someone in the kitchen.
Bingo.
The pissed off blonde had tunnel vision as he rounded the corner. The moment he opened his mouth to give that brute a piece of his mind, the words died on his lips, his breath pausing in his throat for a moment.
Raider was bigger than normal, and not in a human way. He already was a head taller than Salem, but now he had somehow become at least twice his size.
Salem wanted to run, but he was locked in an involuntary stare down. It wasn’t until the plastic snack package in Raiders hand crinkled that Salem’s legs were finally able to move again.
He spun on his heels and ran back down the hallway he came from. If he could just outrun whatever Raider was… if he could just make it to his room, lock the door, and call someone. If he could just…
In a sudden moment, there was a pressure around his body, a constricting solid yet slightly yielding object surrounded him. It lifted him off the ground while his legs were still trying to run, and soon his legs began to kick instead.
The teen looked down to see fingers… like he was a doll in the grip of a child. The giant hand was wrapped around his entire torso, pinning his arms to his sides while he was pulled back into the kitchen by a giant arm he knew was attached to something he didn’t want to get any closer to.
He squeezed his eyes shut, tensing as he felt the weight of a gaze on him. He could sense himself being lifted higher to the gigantic face he could tell was there without even opening his eyes.
Salem simply froze there, not knowing what else to do. A breath he could barely feel ghosted over him and he let out a small whimper.
“Hey… just… I’m not gonna hurt you.”
The grip loosened around him, opening, and Salem could feel himself sitting on the palm of a giant hand.
Finally, the tiny teen opened his eyes to see his bodyguard, or a gigantic version of him. Salem wanted to close his eyes again and curl into a ball, hoping this was all a bad dream.
But he didn’t. He could only stare at the insane sight of Raider, his head pressed against the ceiling, even while sitting on the kitchen floor. He took up almost the whole room and Salem knew his arm had to have knocked a few picture frames off the wall in the hallway as he grabbed him.
“You’re okay- uh… hey, kid?”
The pad of a large finger touched his torso, a gentle poke to make sure the teen wasn’t frozen in place. As soon as it touched him, he snapped out of it and scrambled away, finding his voice somewhat.
“No- n-no- what are you…?”
“Ah- uh… see, that’s classified information.”
Raider winced, knowing that it was definitely not fair to keep this information, given that his charge was quite literally shaking in his hands. However, he had been trained to keep his true nature a secret. He was an active government weapon, after all. At least he used to be.
Though, the size shifter supposed the classification was technically meant only for if he was under the guise of being human. That was chucked far out of the window at this point.
While he was busy deciding between his cover or his charge, Salem took the opportunity to breathe. In a moment, he switched most of his fear and confusion back into the anger he had felt for this mysterious guard this whole time.
“What do you mean it’s ’classified’!? That’s stupid!”
The teenager, in a fit of overconfident rage, took off his shoe and threw it at the giant’s face. Raider just let it happen, accepting the light feeling of rubber and fabric hitting his cheek. He didn’t blame the kid. If anything, he admired the guts he had to do that.
The boy seemed to get some sense immediately after that as his eyes widened and he practically squeaked.
“S-shoot- wait-!”
Salem regretted that and hugged his knees to his chest, curling up with the fear of having angered the giant.
“It’s.. fine, I’m not gonna hurt you- I’m… I’m a size shifter. Alright? This is just something I can do and… you don’t have to worry about me hurting you.”
He sighed. It was kinda awkward to explain all of this to someone with no knowledge of him, before it had been people telling him what he could do from their tests and needles.
Raider felt a slight shudder run down his back and shook his mind clear.
“I’m your bodyguard, regardless of if you’re scared of me or pissed at me.”
He was never good with comforting people, especially while big enough to fill a room… and definitely not a teenager. Still, he thought it didn’t sound like the worst thing he could’ve said.
The small teen stared at him for a few long seconds, then looked down at the distance between the giant hand and the ground. He went back into the center of the palm, deeming the distance too far to jump and run afterwards.
Raider just watched this in silence, noticing how he could feel the small weight of the boy, the shifting of his weight in his hand and even the shake of his hands and feet. It was like holding a rodent, like a hamster. He hated that feeling because he knew that it wasn’t a rodent.
This was a person, his charge, the kid that glared at him, and usually only had to look up at him a bit, and was one of the few people who didn’t act completely intimidated by him. At least he was until this point.
“Put.. me down. Now.”
Salem’s voice was small and shaky, though it still had an edge to it. His guard couldn’t deny his wishes for no reason. So he did his job and slowly lowered his tiny looking charge to the ground, watching as he scrambled off of the palm.
Then, he slowly began stepping back with legs that looked like they’d buckle at any moment, never taking his eyes off of the shifter. He continued this with a forced glare in his eyes, though it did nothing to hide his fear. His body language showed that clearly.
Then, he turned on his heels, one shoe on his foot, and ran out of the kitchen door, down the hall he had first attempted to escape from when seeing Raider shifted at the start of this mess. This time, Raider let him go. He could hear the thudding of small feet on hardwood as Salem bolted back to his room. The door slammed shut, and with his more sensitive hearing, the size shifter could hear the tiny panicked breaths from his room. He could tell the teenager needed to be alone.
He finally focused enough to shrink back down to his regular height and noticed the shoe on the floor still. Picking it up, he walked to the kids' room and, as silently as he could, placed the shoe in front of the door in case he needed it.
Then, he walked into the living room and sat on the couch, his foot tapping in anxiety subconsciously. The thought in his mind was not helping at the moment. What would he do now that this kid knew what he was? And was terrified of it?
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What do y’all think? I took a bit of an angsty turn this time and right now neither are doing well…
DM me with any one shot ideas, prompts, or character questions about these two or just in general!
