Tagging: @wildexxaj & @submissivelynick
Where: AJ’s suite
When: evening of Friday, April 28th
Summary: Nick teaches AJ to make a Hawaiian pizza and they get to talking.
Note: Incomplete, but I love D anyway
AJ was finding himself a little nervous to see Nick again. They'd started being more open about their wants and thoughts. He was figuring out what was too much and he knew he had to control himself more than he had, needed to be able to read the submissives better than he had been. AJ had obtained the necessary ingredients for the pizza and he was interested in learning about cooking more, but also wanted to know about this feeling he had with Nick. When he heard the knock of the boy's arrival, he opened the door with a smile, "Come in, come in. Let's get this show on the road."
Nick returned AJ's smile and stepped inside. "Hi, Sir," he said, setting his bag down by the couch as soon as he was inside. He'd packed an overnight bag just in case things ended up going that way, but he fully expected to be heading back to his room with Blaine at 10 o'clock like AJ had planned. "All right," he said as he took a look around the kitchen. "First thing's first: we need to make the crust. Are you okay doing it if I tell you what to do?"
AJ stood back, smiling at the sight of the bag and walked over to it, touching his sock covered toe against the side. "Planned ahead," he commented and walked up behind Nick, his hand brushing against his back as he passed by. "Yes, I suppose I can allow that," he said with a teasing laugh and leaned against the counter, intent on learning but found himself wanting to touch Nick at the same time. It was alluring at the thought that he could possibly get him flustered, by touching his waist lightly or looking over his shoulder at a close angle. "I'll stand here," he decided, giving a look of defiance and raising a brow to see what Nick would say.
Nick nodded with a slight blush. "Of course, Sir," he said with a shrug. "If I need it, I have it. If I don't need it, it doesn't hurt to have it." He grinned at him and shook his head. "Stand wherever you like once you've washed your hands, Sir," he teased as he reached out to turn the faucet on. He washed his own hands quickly and dried them on a towel hanging nearby before getting out all of the ingredients they would need for the crust.
AJ walked up to the sink and washed his hands, just as Nick had said to do, same as he'd learned before. He considered Nick's statement about where he could stand and his hands were clean now. Walking up behind the submissive, AJ rested his hands loosely on his waist, over the fabric of his shirt and leaned to look what the other man was doing. "Is it okay if I stand here?" he asked, a soft chuckle near Nick's ear but then he stood back again, hands at his side again, wanting to read how the other would react.
Nick jerked slightly to the side when he felt AJ's hands on his waist, not expecting the touch. He relaxed quickly, though, and turned around to face him. "Well, that's one place to stand," he said, "but I think it's going to be pretty hard for you to put the dough together with my body in the way, Sir." He turned back around and organized the ingredients. "C'mon, put 3/4 cup warm water into this big bowl and then dump the yeast packet in. We'll need to let it stand for a few minutes and you can stand wherever you want."
AJ stepped back and nodded, taking a deep breath and following the submissive's directions, his face scrunching in distaste at the feel of the yeast over his fingers when he spilled a little out of the packet. "How long?" he asked once his was eventually done and where Nick wanted it. He wiped his hands on his pants and moved back to the opposite counter, looking at the submissive, feeling guilty for messing around when the other obviously wanted to cook. "How was your day?" he asked lightly, looking at him and giving him a smile.
Nick supervised while AJ got the yeast going, though there really wasn't much you could mess up on there. "Until it starts to get foamy," he said, frowning when the Dom moved away from him. He had been so close to him moments ago, but now it was like he was trying to stay as far away as possible. "Um, it was good, Sir. Nothing really all that exciting has happened so far. What about you?"
AJ knew he had to figure out this balance, between what kind of Dominant he wanted to be and know and understand how to act. He saw the frown on Nick's face and stepped towards him, until he was leaning his hip against the counter, his gaze on his. "Nothing exciting," he commented with a shrug and he bit down on his bottom lip, looking at Nick and trying to read him. He found it difficult to do, so he chose to ask a question instead, "Have you been looking forward to doing our sensory scene?"
Nick really didn't know what to make of AJ right now. He still seemed hesitant to him, but at least now he was standing next to him again instead of across the room. The question made him blush, and he nodded. "Yes, Sir," he said. "I have. A lot. It's kind of why I brought my overnight bag... but like I said, if I don't need it tonight, that's okay, too. I'm perfectly content just cooking and hanging out, if that's what you want." He turned back to the bowl and saw that it was ready for the next step. "You're going to add a tablespoon of sugar, two tablespoons of olive oil, and a teaspoon of salt to this and whisk it all up nice and good, Sir. Once that's done, add two cups of flour and stir it together until you have your dough."
AJ reached and touched Nick's arm when he started to move onto the next step of cooking, knowing full well that had been the purpose of him coming over but he felt the want to not think about it for a while. "Can we let it sit for a minute?" he asked, honestly not sure how the mixture would react, but he wanted to discuss more of of what 'a lot' might mean for Nick. He brushed his thumb along the length of the back of Nick's hand and dropped it away. "I know what we've discussed," he told him, "But I just want to be clear that when I was teasing about the vibrator against your skin, I wasn't going to use that for this scene." He walked up to the submissive, almost touching his hips but recalled his previous reaction and held back, "Just a thought I had, wondering for something in the future, along the lines of the futuristic use of a cage. The vibrator would only be used to touch your balls or something to tease you."
Nick cocked his head to the side when AJ asked if they could pause, and he started to measure some of the ingredients in while the Dom spoke. "Actually, Sir, if we get this done now, it's going to have to sit for about an hour anyhow." He bit his lip, worried that he was overstepping and being too forceful, but he hoped AJ wouldn't mind him doing these few steps quickly so that they could have time to talk... and he seemed like he really did want to talk a bit. He managed to get it pretty much done and was wrapping the bowl in plastic wrap as he turned to look at the other man. "Sir," he began, licking his lips nervously. "I appreciate you being open about this with me. I only want to do what you're comfortable with--what we're both comfortable with. My limits are mouths and penetration. I trust you enough to know you wouldn't push past those limits, but I also really don't need it to be sexual at all. Your GleE-Harmony thing was for non-sexual scenes, right? I'm fine with that, Sir, really." He picked up the bowl with the dough and set it in a patch of sun on the counter by the closed window. "It needs heat to rise," he explained. "I, um... I really like what you're talking about, though, Sir, with the cage and the teasing. But only when we're both ready for it."
AJ wasn't sure what he was doing and he felt so back and forth, the he could tell that the submissive was starting to notice. He watched Nick finish the work, only half concentrating even though it had been his idea for all of the meal. He turned to walk when Nick spoke, stopping his movements and he faced him, giving a smile of reassurance. "There's a lot I wasn't expecting to learn about myself, the sexual side playing into the feeling of Dominance. It's... very invigorrating for me to have a submissive who wants to submit to me, is willing and open as you are. You speak your mind and you trust me to take care of you. In return, I have such a desire to make you feel as good as I do, even if I'm not directly receiving the pleasure." He laughed softly, shaking his head, "I'm rambling and I don't know if any of this makes sense. You're a really good submissive Nick, not to mention good person, and I know that without having done any scenes with you yet." He took a breath and looked over at him for a moment before taking his hand and leading him towards the couch. AJ sat at one end and gestured for Nick to follow. "This is up to you, but you're welcome to kneel, rest on your knees. Completely non-sexual but whatever makes you most comfortable."
Nick allowed AJ to lead him over to the couch and hesitated when he was given a choice of how to sit. After a moment, he sank to his knees next to him. He hadn't really knelt like this with anyone before outside of his presentation practice with Mateo, but that didn't count because Mateo had been doing a lot more than just sitting there in front of him at the time. "That was all very kind of you, Sir," he said, rolling his shoulders a little as he looked up at the Dom. "Does the sexual part of all of this bother you?" he asked hesitantly. "I think keeping things non-sexual can actually make it less complicated, and there's lots we can do without sex being involved, Sir. I can't imagine why any submissive would not want to submit to you."
AJ watched Nick settle on his knees and he grabbed the pillow he'd gotten just for a submissive's knees, with this position. Once it was in place, he reached to Nick's face, thumb brushing his jaw and then ran his hand through the boy's hair, rest his fingers through the locks as he brushed his scalp gently. "Non-sexual is good and certainly less complicated, and with an attractive boy like you, I'm still adjusting to keeping myself at bay," he said honestly, "I want to be able to control all aspects of myself and I didn't quite expect to have to struggle between the ideas. I had read how they intertwine, but in my mind, I had them as such separate ideas. I don't want you to think I can't abide by your limits, because ultimately I can." He kept moving his fingers through Nick's hair, content with the small gesture and expected that Nick would move away if it made him uncomfortable. "You are good that you speak so openly and honest, and you say things like that, I want to kiss you and let you know through actions how much I appreciate your kind words. It reminds me that I am doing something right, to have the trust of a submissive like you and I want to fulfill the things you say. So sexual isn't something that makes me uncomfortable, but maybe... this is between us, Nick, but I haven't.. I'm inexperienced more than just a Dominant, but sexually, too."
Nick smiled gratefully as AJ gave him the pillow--he knew from experience with his presentation practice that kneeling even on carpet could be rough on his legs after a while, and it was nice to have something more cushioning underneath his joints. His smile only grew wider when he felt AJ's fingers twine their way into his hair, and he leaned into the gesture. He could be content there like that for as long as he wanted to pet him. "Sir," he began, looking up at the Dom. "I never once have thought you wouldn't be able to respect my limits, and I hope you know that I respect your limits, too. I think I... say a lot of things that sound fun to me without really thinking about them first, because then I realize that I'm not actually ready to do them. But I really think communication and honesty is important, so I will always speak up about what I need. And... I really like the thought of you kissing me, Sir, if that's something that you're comfortable with." He smiled reassuringly and felt honored that AJ had trusted him with that last bit of information. "You're not alone in that, Sir. I've... done a few things with people since I got here, but I haven't gone past hands, and I was completely inexperienced a month ago. I think you'd be surprised with how many people like us there are here."
Ryder stuffed his phone in his jacket, driving down the street he pulled into Ace's driveway. Stepping out he shut the door, walking to the door. Walking in he looked around, the house seemed slightly empty, he was used to his siblings running around. Walking in farther he rose his voice, "Ace, where are you little shit. I am here." He walked up to his room, slowly pushing the door open.
Characters: Harrison, Christopher
Setting: Christopher's flat
Explicit
Christopher stowed his laptop away, waiting for Harrison. He'd just placed an order online with the pizza place, thankful they were open late. He flipped through the tv channels idly for a few minutes before sighing and switching over to his wii and opening the Netflix channel. Harrison could pick what they watched, it was probably safer that way. He was nervous, given the contentious way his relationship with Finn's twin had begun.
Harrison zipped up his jacket as he step out onto the sidewalk by his apartment complex. He just hoped he could find job soon enough, and fast, too were he could keep his house and not be living on the streets. He huffed lightly as he walked down the sidewalk. Lately, he's felt terrible for being so rude to people. Especially Christopher. But he just couldn't help himself, the feeling of failure fogged his mind at the time. He swallowed as he made his way up to Christopher's apartment. He wondered if he should turn around, but before his mind stopped his hand, it was raised and knocking on the door.
Christopher jumped off his low chaise and ran a hand through his hair as he rounded the corner to the door. He opened it quickly, smiling gently at Harrison. "Hiya," he said, stepping back and gesturing Harrison in. "Glad you found the place, sometimes people have a little trouble," he said with a grimace. "Come on in, the pizza should be here soon. I got pepperoni, just like you said." He led Harrison into the living room and sat on the floor in front of the couch, like promised. "So aside from killing all your Sims, how's your day been?"
Harrison licked his lips lightly as the door opened, giving Christopher a small smile. "Hey." He said, as he walked through the door, unzipping his jacket and pulling it off. "Yeah, it wasn't as far a walk from my apartment as I thought it was gonna be." He said, shrugging lightly as he laid his jacket on the arm of the couch. "Thanks." He whispered, going to sit about a foot in a half away from Christopher on the floor. "Disappointing...I'm trying to find a new job before I'm completely homeless. I mean, I have money for the next few months rent, and I'm trying to keep my other bills down so it doesn't run out faster. But what after that, yea know? Anyway, what about your's?"
Christopher shrugged. "Was alright. Had to go visit a client, but other than that pretty typical." He looked at Harrison with concern, settling his arms across his knees, pulled up to his chest. "Where'd you apply?" he asked curiously, drumming his long fingers on his thighs. "I know it's tough in this market, especially when there's so many people who are overqualified and underemployed." He debated offering help, but knew that Harrison would turn it down and probably storm out. "Aside from this last job, do you have a good employment record?" he asked.
Harrison thought for a few seconds. "Um.. a few grocery stores, a bakery, a starbuck's, a post office, a cupcake store, a daycare, and....that's about it. Did I mention I lost my job a week and a half ago?" He said, before sighing and shaking his head. "That was the first job I ever had, I thought I was doing pretty good at work, I clocked in early, worked late, did everything right. I don't know why I got fired and half of the people there hardly even work..." He looked down and fumbled with his fingers. "I guess...I wasn't meant to be there or something. I really liked it though. My favorite place to be most of the day. I got payed really good, too."
Christopher hummed. "Well, some of those places might take a while to look at applications, but they'll probably call you back for an interview, especially if you check in at those places again." He smiled. "The best way to get someone to give you something is to make them think that you've got something they want." He rolled his eyes at himself. "Look at me, trying to give you life advice. My god, I'm old." He grabbed the Wiimote off the table and pushed it into Harrison's hand. "This is depressing, find something to watch, yeah?" His phone beeped and he looked at it. "Should I worry about the delivery boy texting me while driving? He's just gotten to the complex."
Harrison rolled his eyes. "I'm not good at good at anything though, I'm terrible at everything besides sex. That's all I've really got going for me. What am I supposed to do with that? Give my boss a blowjob?" He said, before biting the inside of his mouth. "Sorry...I just...pissy I guess. My past few months have been...crazy I guess." Harrison snorted and looked at the remote. "Hmm. I know something I wanna watch. But do you have the HD movie channels?" He asked before looking from the TV and towards Christopher once more. "Yes, cause how does he know your number?"
Christopher looked over at Harrison with a smirk. "Well, there's always porn, but only if you can find something that isn't amateur and fake. I'm joking, of course. I'm sure you've got more talents than you realize, even outside of the bedroom." Nick looked at the remote and switched it over to the cable. "Yeah, should do." He snorted and stood up. "I had to put my phone number in to get the pizza delivered," he said as the doorbell chimed. "And there it is." He walked into the hallway and took the pizza from the delivery boy, signing the receipt and walking back into the living room.
Harrison snorted out a laugh. "I don't know, I don't think I have the right body for porn, I'm a little to pudgy in the stomach and hips. A little on my thighs, too. Not really. And hey, sex can be outside the bedroom!" He said, laughing a little bit more. Harrison nodded and grabbed the remote once again, putting in a few number's and watching as the screen came up. ''A marathon of Shameless is on tonight, and...yeah." He said, blushing a bit as he looked back at the television. Harrison nodded a bit, watching the screen with blank eyes. He didn't know why he loved this show. He just did. Maybe it was Mickey and Ian. Didn't matter much to him.
Harrison: (now it's working)
Christopher set the pizza box down, along with the two-liter of Dr. Pepper he'd ordered. "Hope you don't hate fizzy drinks or something. I've got bottled water, wine, and this." he set two glasses down as well, finally freeing his arms enough to sit back down. He looked at the screen. "What's this, tell me about it." he said, gesturing at the TV. "I've not seen it. I tend to not watch much TV."
Christopher: (yeeeeeeeeah!)
Harrison looked over at the pizza as it was set by them. "No, I don't mind." He said, shaking his head. He opened up the box of pizza and smiled widely, grabbing out a piece and taking a bite, humming softly. He chewed for a few seconds before swallowing. "Hmm, I don't really know how to explain it...it's hard I guess. But you got the Gallagher's, ha, same last name. And Ian, who's the only red head, then in the Milkovich family, there's Mickey. They love each other, but Mickey can't and won't admit it cause of his dad. His dad is really homophobic. In this episode, well...you'll see." He said, smiling.
Christopher grabbed his own slice of pizza and settled back against the couch to watch. He glanced over at Harrison periodically, his face contorting in horror. He was enthralled. "What's this called again?" he asked quietly during a rare dull moment. "I'm pretty sure there was a version of this back home."
Christopher bit down on his lip as the girl took off her clothing, cocking an eyebrow at Harrison quizzically. "Well, that's never gonna work," he said, then put on a face akin to a startled deer. "There's no way that actually worked, he's just doing that for his dad."
Harrison joined the chat 12 seconds ago
Harrison took another bite of his pizza and sighed. "It's called Shameless, it's based off a british show, same name, kinda same characters, but different storyline's sometimes." Harrison rolled his eyes. "His dad is a fucking twat bagger. I hate him so much. But poor Ian, ugh. Having to watch the love of his life, fuck someone else right in front of him." He said,shaking his head.
Christopher shook his head. "You really think they're the forever kind of couple?" He finished his slice and nudged the pizza box toward Harrison. "I mean, it looks like that Mickey guy's never gonna admit it either way." He sighed. "I'm glad my parents don't mind that I'm queer. They're not super supportive or anything, and every time I date a girl they ask if I'm straight now. Bisexuality's completely foreign to them, but they'd never do anything like that." He looked over at Harrison. "How'd your parents take it, having two gay sons?"
Harrison "I do...I really do. But I'm a hopeless romantic, so I can't help that. I feel like, once Mickey gets out of there, or something happens to his dad, he'll probably start to admit it too himself." He said, finishing off his slice and wiping his hands on his jeans. "Um...they didn't really mind, cause they did have lots of other kids. We came from a big family, so it was no skin off their ass I guess." He said, picking up another slice.
Christopher made a noncommital noise. "I didn't know you guys had other siblings. Finn's never said. Don't really talk about his family much, other than you." Christopher smiled. "I think it's good to be a romantic. Better than being a bitter pragmatist." He said with a slight smirk. "Romantics always win in the end, anyway."
Harrison laughed and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. "Yeah, like 6 kids or something. I'm the youngest, which fucking sucks sometimes. Finn's only older by a few minutes though, so whatever. I guess I don't mind too much." Harrison took another bite and chewed slowly, watching the TV. "I guess. But sometimes my feelings get in the way, yeah know. Just sucks sometimes."
Christopher smiled. "God, feelings are the worst, aren't they?" He laughed. "I try not to get that close to people, not really, but sometimes there are just people who worm their way under there and make me want to take care of them." He rolled his eyes. "It turns me sappy." He smiled fondly. "Is there a particular incident on your mind or summat?"
Harrison picked at the pepperoni on his pizza, biting onto his bottom lip. "I guess Markus...I just...I miss him. He just, left without a trace. No letter, no call, no text...nothing. I guess he didn't really love me as much as I wanted him too..." He whispered, swallowing thickly as he coughed awkwardly and sniffed. "Um...enough of that um, depressing shit." He said, shaking his head.
Christopher listened with a sad expression on his face. "My first boyfriend was the person who got me into the scene. He was a total dom, wanted a twenty-four-seven sub. I tried so hard to be that for him. I would have done anything, I really would have. In the end, it wasn't enough. I wasn't happy. I needed something else, but I couldn't bear to give him up. I told him I was a switch and suggested that we started bringing subs home together. We did that for a while, until I watched him fall in love with his perfect submissive right before my eyes." He looked down at his hands. "I left him before he could hurt me anymore."
Harrison swallowed and shook his head. "I just wanted him...that's all I really wanted. But he was still loved his stupid ex-boyfriend and my old master. It caused so much fighting...I knew he needed time, but I hate the fact that he could leave me alone and go back to Reed before anything happened between us." He wiped his eyes with his sleeve, taking a deep breath. "And um..ever since he left, I've just...kinda hated myself. I thought the reason he left was because he didn't want me...that he didn't like me, and all he wanted me for was sex...."
Christopher sighed. "People are complicated. Relationships are even more complicated, especially when you throw in things like masters and owners and subs and pets. Everything gets so messy. But I think it's worth it in the end. There's something about our lifestyle that unlocks a deeper dimension of affection and care- unless you're messing around in the scene without any business being there." He grabbed one of the bright blue pillows off his couch and handed it to Harrison. "I don't have any stuffed animals at the moment, but if you squint it sort of looks like a fluffy thing." He smiled gently. "I don't think there's any reason to hate yourself. You're a frustrating guy sometimes, but you must be pretty alright most of the time or Finn wouldn't be so crazy about you, and that's enough for me."
Harrison laughed gently and took the pillow, holding it close. "That's okay. It's fluffy like a stuffed animal, so it's good for now." He said, squeezing it gently. "Yeah...I'm also gonna guess Finn has told you about my secret's? He likes to help...but sometimes, I don't know. I wanna do it on my own. But then I think, if he thought I could do it on my own, he wouldn't ask to help." He said, shrugging lightly and sighing.
Christopher nodded. "He...mentioned it. Freaked out because he thought it would freak me out, but I think I took it well enough." He smiled. "I don't judge the two of you for it or anything, you don't have to worry about that." He smiled. "I just hope you're okay with my relationship with your brother."
Harrison blushed a bit. "I-I don't even really remember how it started to be completely honest. Like, he's always been there to help me, and just...my mind over runs old things. Yeah...but lately I've been such a huge dick to him, I'm just surprised he hasn't hit me yet to be completely honest."
Christopher smirked. "More likely to claw at you, isn't he?" he asked good-naturedly, stretching his long legs out and sinking down further against the couch. "He's a kitty, after all."
Harrison rolled his eyes. "He's not always as sweet as he lets on! He is vicious sometimes!" He said defensively. "No but really, I just wish he would stick it to me more, ya know. Yell at me, tell me I'm wrong or being a twat. Something besides calling me a brat."
Christopher laughed. "Kitties have claws. The common housecat is the most ferocious predator in the known world. Three hundred types of prey and they hunt them all for fun, not for food." He rolled his eyes at himself. "Finn's no common housecat, though." He smiled. "I think he knows you're having a difficult time. Probably trying to take it easy on you."
Harrison waved his hand in the air. "Yeah, yeah. Finn's more like....a new born kitten that's exploring the world." He said, shrugging a bit. Harrison sighed. "I wish he didn't. I can take the pain of a few hurtful words, it's not like it's the pain during sex. I'm not gonna get off on it. Sure, it'll hurt my feelings, but someone needs to do it."
Christopher drained his glass of Dr. Pepper and sighed heavily. "Well, if you insist, I suppose I could call you an arse when you're being one. It'll be a difficult chore, I'm aware. As long as you don't get too fond of me. Like I said before, not after a matching set. You're cute and all, but I don't think I could handle the both of you on a daily basis."
Harrison snorted and covered his mouth. "You can count on me not getting to fond, trust me. It's not that I don't like you, it's just...I guess I wanted to protect Finn from getting an owner and when you step in after him...I felt like a failure to him. That I failed to protect him." He said, hugging the pillow.
Christopher opened and closed his mouth. It made an awful lot of sense now. "I guess that's because of your master who was dating the guy you loved?" he asked gently. He ran his hand through his hair. "I'm not going to hurt him. I've promised to take care of him for as long as he'll have me. I'll promise you that, too. I'm not going to hurt him the way my first- and only master hurt me, and I'm not going to do anything to betray his trust and faith in me."
Harrison bit the inside of his mouth and nodded gently. "I just, didn't want him to end up like I did...to live the life free, no master, and just have his fun. Hell, I didn't want him here because I was afraid he'd get claimed by some, beating druggie or something. He's just....so fragile." He whispered, looking over at Christopher. "Thank you..."
Christopher leaned over and pressed a swift kiss to Harrison's temple. "I'm sorry that your experiences haven't been the best. I'm going to do my best to make sure that nothing about his time with me burns him. I don't get any pleasure out of destruction." he said quietly. "I want to keep him, and keep him safe," he said, his voice shaking. "He deserves it. And you deserve someone who'll treasure you, too. Even if they're not your master or whatever, even if you end up just doing the whole scene thing casually, you deserve to have that with someone who thinks the world of you."
Harrison closed his eyes slowly. "If I can't protect him, I really hope you'll be able too. I'm such a shit brother, just...be careful with him...he means more than he probably thinks." He opened his eyes and laid his head on his arms to face Christopher. "I was thinking of leaving a while ago, ya know...Not all the sex and shit. Just...get a good job and stuff. But...I couldn't. I'm so attached to it...I couldn't..."
Christopher bit down on his lower lip. "It's a hard thing, leaving a part of your life behind like that." He gestured at his flat. "And sometimes it's even harder to get settled in a new place. I mean, this place isn't even really mine. My company rents it for me, I hired a designer to fix it up because I couldn't be bothered. There's nothing of me here except a few pictures from back home."
Christopher smiled. "It's so bloody sappy, but your brother's done that for me. He gives me something to look forward to in this god-forsaken desert."
Harrison sighed and shrugged. "I thought I wouldn't have really missed it...but I did, I still do because, yeah." Harrison lifted his head and looked around before back at Christopher. "Yeah, my apartment isn't nearly this nice. It's kinda shit, but the rents cheap. And that's all I could really ask for I guess. A place to live, for now at least."
Christopher shrugged uncomfortably. "I don't suppose you'd take a job your brother's owner hooked up for you, would you?" He cursed himself inwardly, and his inability to just leave things alone. His mouth was going to get him in trouble one day, and it was probably soon.
Harrison bit the inside of his lip and took a deep breath. "I guess it depends on what the job is, really." He said, shrugging a bit and holding the pillow closer to his chest. He moved his hand a picked a pepperoni off a piece of pizza and ate it, huffing lightly.
Christopher shrugged. "They're always in need or more hands around the office. If you can copy things, send faxes, and take an envelope from one level of the office to another, you'll be golden. Nothing that would put you working for me, persay. You'd have a boss that would have a boss that would have a boss under me." He shrugged. "It's not a bad job, and if you could hold it for six months or so it would be a stepping stone to a job you really wanted."
Christopher shrugged again. "I'll understand if you say no, I really will."
Harrison thought for a few seconds. "I don't really know how to send faxes...but I feel like I could learn. It can't be that hard I guess..." He said, huffing lightly before nodding a bit. "I guess I could do it...it can't be all that bad I guess." He said, sniffing a bit.
Christopher nodded. "I mean, I can't just go to HR and say "Hire this boy or else," but I can get you an interview. If you can convince them that you're not going to like, go crazy and pour hot coffee over someone, you'll get it." He considered it. "Please don't pour hot coffee over any of my employees."
Christopher: (AHHH KELLIN IS ON THE DASH AGAIN!)
Harrison laughed loudly and shook his head. "God no! The only reason I would never do that is if someone tried to touch me inappropriately!" He exclaimed in defense. He laughed a bit softer and shook his head once more. "I'm not that crazy."
Christopher thought about it for a second. "Actually, we have a smaller sister company that does some of the same stuff- Public relations, by the way, that's my field, and they are definitely in need of someone to do some basic filing and clerical work. I'm pretty sure if you dressed smart and charmed the desk girl- she's about to leave on maternity leave, that's why they need someone- you'll be able to get it without my help. And you wouldn't work for me at all."
Christopher rolled his shoulders. "Just say you saw their ad on Craigslist. They'll be amazed it worked at all."
Harrison whined and laid on the ground. "But I don't wanna talk to a girl, I hate girls. Not as friends, but just...trying to talk to a girl like that." Harrison moved onto his stomach. "But if I tell them that, they might think I'm some pedophile!" He said, burying his face in the floor.
Christopher laughed. "Not like that! Not like you're trying to get in her pants. She's happily taken, notice I said she was pregnant?" He rolled his eyes at Harrison's dramatics. "Just be friendly, mention that you saw their ad, smile at her, hell, play up the gay angle and compliment her jewelry or something."
Harrison "God, I know what you mean't! But even acting like I was on Craigslist searching for jobs, still makes me sound like a pedophile. For all they know, I was looking at porn and it popped up!" He said, rolling his eyes. "But what if her jewelry is hideous, or she isn't wearing any??"
Christopher shook his head. "Craigslist is a perfectly legitimate way to find a job. And I guarantee that nobody's going to be wondering about your porn preferences unless you walk in with a ballgag in your mouth." he rolled his eyes. "Compliment her anyway. That will ingratiate you to her and make her look at you as an equal, as someone she wants around."
Harrison "Or I could walk in with nothing but boxers and rope tied around my body. That would really set them off." Harrison buried his face into the carpet once again. "Fine" He whined. "I'll do it. but I swear if she looks like a clown, I'm walking out of there and becoming a prostitute."
Christopher laughed. "Sex work is a noble and time-honored profession."
Harrison "I think I could get some lovely customers, if I just work my non-existing hips. And lots of money. I'm gonna be my own pimp." He said, laughing gently.
Harrison furrowed his eyebrows at him. "Are you tired? You yawned and I just...am I boring?" Harrison rolled his eyes. "Oh please, just because Finn and I are twins doesn't mean we have the same body. I'm pretty sure he doesn't have a pudgy tummy and thick hips and thighs."
Christopher shook his head. "No, you're not boring. I'm not tired, exactly. Just a yawn, no big deal." Christopher furrowed his eyebrows. "I did say practically, but I'm sure there's nothing wrong with your body." He cast a quick glance over Harrison's form. "Looks good from here."
Harrison frowned a bit and sighed. "Alright." Harrison moved his arms over his body as he felt Christopher's eyes on him. "Yeah, alright." He mumbled, quickly dropping his arms from his stomach.
Christopher frowned. "Look, I could waste your time giving you inspirational rubbish about how all bodies are beautiful and you should love yourself for who you are- and all of it's true. Those are all good things. But if you don't feel it and you can't fake it, you could always try to change it." Christopher said.
Harrison shook his head. "I just wish it was that easy for me. My body doesn't do well with exercise and healthy eating and shit. Any time I tried, I always failed. I just can't do it." He mumbled, pulling his legs up to his chest.
Christopher hummed. "Could be stress keeping the weight on you. Could be a body chemistry issue, something that set in at or post puberty." He rubbed a hand over his own stomach. "I've gained more weight since moving to America than I have in years and I guarantee it's stress keeping it there, combined with my exclusively takeout diet." He grimaced.
Harrison scratched the back of his head and shrugged. "I think it may be the stress of finding a job...I'm just so stressed about it all. I don't wanna lose my home, I love it there. It's pretty much the only place I find peace in my life right now." He said, dropping his hand from his head.
Christopher smiled. "Well, hopefully that won't happen, right?" he nudged his shoulder into Harrison's in a way he hoped was friendly. "Do you live alone?" Christopher asked, genuinely curious. "What about your parents? If worse came to worst would they help out?" He asked hesitantly.
Harrison shrugged and bit the inside of his lip. "Yeah, don't have enough friends or friends that would actually want to stay with someone like me." He said, quietly. "I really highly doubt it. They hate the fact I like the pain of things, they think it's weird and they don't very much like my sexual activities."
Christopher cocked his head to the side. "How did your parents find out about that?" he asked, aghast. The idea of his parents finding out, ever, was still far beyond the realm of things he was prepared to deal with at his current age. Let alone at 18.
Harrison blushed deeply and buried his face in his knees. "When I was 17, I may have had a boy over and, he /may/ have brought a few things and I /may/ have forgotten to lock my door...." He whispered.
Christopher whistled lowly. "Jeeeesus," he said. "That must have been rough." He couldn't even imagine. "I can't even begin to wrap my head around that. And at 17, too. In the UK that would have been legal, but here in the states? What about the boy?"
Harrison "That was also the day they found out I was gay, I was grounded for two months for the sex, and then given the sex talk for a week straight." He said, huffing slightly. "The boy was the same age as me, maybe a few months older. I had been seeing him, and by seeing him, I mean sexually, for a few other months. So he didn't really get in trouble. Except his parents were shocked he was gay."
Christopher rolled his eyes. "Grounded for sex. That is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard," he said. "How did you get into BDSM at your age, though? I mean, I was in university before I ever even knew anything about it that wasn't from movies where kinky people killed folks, and I only got into it because of my ex." He pulled his knees up to his chest and laid his head against them, looking at Harrison.
Harrison "My family is Jewish, and apparently, they don't like the thought of sex before 18 or something. I don't really follow them at all." Harrison furrowed his eyebrows in thought for a few seconds. "Porn, I think it was. I don't know, I was looking for something more exciting, and I saw the 'Fetish' tag. And...well yeah. Then I asked the boy I was seeing if he wanted to try it. And we did. I liked it. I already knew I liked pain, but the more pain the better."
Christopher "Well, I suppose it must be easier for a teenager to explore their sexuality earlier now. You want to know something crazy? Back home, it's perfectly okay for a sixteen year old to have any kind of sex with anyone over the age of sixteen as long as they're not a teacher or their lawyer or summat, but they can't buy porn or anything like that until they're eighteen." He sighed. "So it's really the pain that does it for you? Not the loss of control or putting yourself at someone else's mercy, but the actual pain?" he asked.
Harrison "It's mostly the pain I guess. It feels good, like really good. I do like being at someones mercy, makes me feel like, I don't know, that I'm pleasing them by making them feel like they are powerful over me. I guess that's how I explain it." He said, shrugging.
Christopher "As long as it's a power exchange, I suppose." He shook his head. "I've seen young subs, ones who didn't understand that it's a power /exchange/, that control is always freely given and always, always, free to be taken back from the person you've given it to- I've seen them end up in some bad situations, especially if they have a pain kink." He looked away. "So just be careful, yeah? I know you worry about Finn, but he's very clear on where his boundaries lie. He'd rather be pampered than punished, and that makes him a lot harder to overrun."
Harrison rolled his eyes a bit. "I could honestly careless what happens to me. It would be my own stupid fault if something were to happen. So whatever." He said, shrugging. He sometimes hate that he was so defensive, and that he never cared much for things. It's just what he's become.
Christopher scoffed "That's awfully selfish of you." He said, deceptively light, a strange, irrational anger coursing through him.
Harrison frowned. "How so? Just because I couldn't care what happens to me. Even though I care for other's. It would be selfish if I only cared about myself."
Christopher shook his head. "You getting hurt would hurt other people. Your parents- and it would prove them right, that your kinks are wrong. Which they're not, because there is nothing wrong with you or your kinks or expressing them in /healthy/ ways. Finn, for another. He'd go insane if someone hurt you in a way you didn't explicitly agree to." He paused. "And me, and Elise. All of us would hate to see you hurt, because you're one of us."
Harrison snorted and shook his head. "I agree to anything having to do with kinks, it's how I am." He said, standing up slowly. "I'm a whore. I like sex, and I'm not going to sit here and have someone I hardly know tell me that I'm being selfish about how I do my kinks."
Christopher stood. "I'm not judging your kinks. I'm saying that acting like you don't care if someone takes advantage of you is really, really worrying. If it's true, then it's selfish. If you end up dead in a ditch somewhere because you let someone who doesn't want to stop come at you with a knife or summat, people are going to miss you and wonder what they could have done to stop it."
Harrison "Nothing! No one is going to do anything to stop me! If I want someone to take advantage of me, they can, I don't care. No one is going to stop me from having my kinks, or doing them. If anyone does try to stop me, I'm not going to listen! If I wanna be stupid, and make some mistakes, I can and I will!" He said, grabbing his coat from the arm of the couch and throwing it on.
Christopher ran his hands through his hair, at a loss. He had no idea how the situation had gotten so far out of his control. He took a deep breath and reached out, grabbing Harrison by the arm firmly and pushing him back onto the couch. "Stop it," he said, his voice gone deep and commanding, his gaze hardened. "Now."
Harrison gulped and stared at Christopher's face, his eyes raking across his face, widened with worry. He quickly narrowed his eyes at him. "Make me. You have no fucking control over me. Fucking make me stop, I /dare/ you."
Christopher held Harrison's gaze, his face impassive while his mind raced. This was a tricky situation, keeping this from crossing Christopher's boundaries. He didn't want to touch Harrison without his permission, but if he showed any sort of weakness, Harrison would push past it and leave. He reached out and grabbed a handful of Harrison's curls, pulling hard, harder than he ever would with Finn. "I won't /make/ you do anything," he said, low and dangerous, "but you'll do them, won't you?"
Harrison whimpered lowly as he felt the rough tugging on his curls. "Yes..." He whispered softly, keeping his eyes locked on Christopher's face. He'd always turn to putty as soon as the pain began, and it;s just how he was now. Putty in Christopher's hands.
Christopher didn't smile, despite his urge to. He nodded. "Good," he said, using the hand in Harrison's hair to pull his head back, exposing his neck. He leaned forward and set his teeth into Harrison's neck, biting down hard, his other hand pulling at Harrison's coat. He kept biting until he could feel the tendons in his neck straining under his teeth, then pulled back. "Get your clothes off, Harrison." He said, no room for argument.
Harrison swallowed thickly as his neck was moved. As soon as his teeth were placed onto his neck, a moan escaped his mouth, only to quickly bite down on his bottom lip. He wouldn't give up so soon. He couldn't. He whimpered softly before nodded and quickly pulling off his jacket and reaching the hem off his shirt, lifting it up from his torso.
Christopher raised his eyebrow as Harrison's shirt came off. He put both hands on Harrison's exposed collarbone and smirked. "Close," he said before raking his nails down from the bumps of Harrison's collarbone to the tops of his hips, leaving red streaks in his wake. He smiled at the marks and then moved his right thumb and forefinger to Harrison's right nipple. He rolled it between his fingers harshly, tugging at it as he continued "but I don't think I said 'take some of your clothes off,' now did I?" he asked as he
Harrison moved his head to look down as felt the small pinch on his nipple. He panted slightly, his mouth parted a bit as he tried to keep his breathing straight and steady. He looked back up to Christopher as he began talking, quickly shaking his head. "No.." He said, moving his hips a bit before bringing his hands down to unbutton his jeans and boxers, sighing happily at the freedom of release from the tight jeans.
Christopher dropped his hands to the waistband of his own trousers, thankful he hadn't changed out of his work clothes before Harrison came over. He tugged his belt out of the loops and grabbed Harrison by the hair again. "Stand up," he said, pulling to make his point. "And go lay down, on your stomach, on the chaise." He undid the buttons on his shirt, pushing them open and pulling his collared button-up off in the meantime.
Harrison watched Christopher closely, eyes looking up and down his body. He nodded gently, not daring to say a word, in case he were to say something wrong. He got up quickly from the couch and walked over towards the chaise, laying down slowly onto his stomach, turning his head to the side to watch Christopher.
Christopher followed Harrison, nodding slightly in approval when he did as he was told. "I'm not going to fuck you," he said, pushing the boy's knees apart to spread across the chaise. He lowered himself to his knees on the chaise, sitting back on his haunches and rolling his shoulders. "Because you don't deserve it." He folded the belt in half and laid the first smack diagonally across the expanse of Harrison's back with a loud, satisfying smack. "Do you?"
Harrison stared back at Christopher. He loved being able to see what was happening, it always made everything so much better to him. As he felt the belt come down onto his back, he looked for something to grab onto, moans escaping past his mouth. "N-No...fuck, I mean yes, n-no..I can't..." He mumbled, huffing slightly.
Christopher brought the belt down as second time from the other direction, making sure the belt crossed over the red mark already left. "That's not a very clear answer," he said, giving him two more lashes, short and harsh, leaving bright red in their wake. "Might just get you hard and keep you that way, send you home with it. After I'm finished getting you all marked up, that is."
Harrison drug his short nails across the chaise, biting onto his bottom lip to keep from crying out in pleasure. He arched his back slightly as he felt two more on his back, a whimper threatening to escape. "N-No, please, fuck. N-Need you, fuck, need your cock." He pleaded. It possible wouldn't given him anything more than more lashings, which he was mostly fine with.
Christopher ignored the boy's pleas, focusing on his moans and movements instead, bringing the belt down. He didn't stop this time, not until there were more red slashes across Harrison's back than pale white skin. He switched the belt into his left hand and started again, hitting harder to compensate for his reduced aim. With his right hand, he grabbed the boy's cock, wrapping his fingers around it underneath his balls and squeezing hard.
Harrison shut his eyes tightly as he felt the belt on his back once more, a loud moan escaping past his lips. Harrison rocked his hips a bit, trying to get some friction, instead only to be met with more lashings. As he felt a hand wrapping onto the underneath of his cock, he let a small squeal out, looking back to Christopher, he needed to watch. He loved it too much. "Fuck, please. More."
Christopher met Harrison's gaze and raised his eyebrow. "More of what, exactly? More of this..." He changed the angle of his hand, bringing the belt down across Harrison's bum a few times. "Or more of this?" he asked as he squeezed tighter.
Harrison whimpered slightly as he felt the smacking on his bum. "Fuck, both, please. Love it so much, please..." He pleaded, trying to rock his hips into Christopher's hand, his mouth parted slightly as pants came out.
Christopher chuckled lowly and let go of Harrison's dick, dropping the belt onto the floor next to the chaise. He stood up, pushing Harrison's thighs together and straddling him just behind the swell of his arse. He leaned over the boy with one hand next to his shoulder and placed harsh, punishing bites across the red skin of his shoulders and back. He stopped just short of drawing blood, then sat up. He rubbed his hands over the fresh new marks, massaging the skin before he scraped his nails brutally down the length of Harrison's back. He was hard. It was starting to get distracting, the desire building in him. He raked his fingernails down Harrison's bum, digging into the soft flesh there with no hesitation. "You do love this, don't you? How long's it been since someone really punished you, Harrison?"
Harrison grunted in disapproval as the hand left his cock. He squirmed slightly as he felt Christopher sitting on his thighs. He moaned softly, gripping roughly at the chaise as he felt the bite marks being placed on his skin. Harrison moaned louder as Christopher's nails dragged down his back. "Fuck." He whimpered. "Love it so much, fuck, feels good. Too long, ugh, not since, Reed." He whispered, squeezing his eyes shut.
Christopher shook his head. "I can tell. You've been acting like such a brat. It's like you were waiting for someone to finally make you behave." He pushed a hand into Harrison's hair and pulled. "Is that what you were doing, Harrison?"
Harrison gulped slightly as his hair was pulled on. "Fuck..ugh, no." He whispered. He just wanted Christopher to fuck him, all the tension inside of him was getting to be too much. "Ugh, just fuck me, please." He whimpered.
Christopher squeezed Harrison's arse again, then moved off of him. He undid his trousers and pulled his cock out, stroking it a few times. He walked over to the couch and pulled a condom and a half-empty bottle of lube out of it before coming back to the chaise. He spread Harrison's legs again, kneeling between them to slick up two fingers. He pressed them into Harrison without warning, not stopping, just going until he couldn't anymore. "Fuck yourself on my fingers. When you stop, I'm putting my cock in you, so I wouldn't suggest stopping until you're ready," he said as he rolled the condom over his cock with the other hand.
Harrison licked his lips as he watched Christopher taking off his trousers. It was a sight. He eagerly spread his legs, using his hands to keep himself in place. He let out a soft whimper as he felt Christopher's fingers inside of him. He nodded slowly and began moving his hips against the older man's fingers. "Ugh." He mumbled, picking up the pace of his hips, wanting more, more, more.
Christopher watched Harrison fucking himself with a satisfied smile, his hand moving idly, just teasing over his cock. He dropped it, leaning over to grab the belt again. He stroked the soft leather across Harrison's back once, twice, then pulled it back and struck him again, then again. "Come on, Harrison, fuck yourself like you want to be fucked."
Harrison moved his body up slightly, pressing his hips back against Christopher's fingers, moving his body back and forth. He moaned loudly, his arms giving out as the belt came down on his back once again. "Fuck." He grumbled, thrusting his hips back against Christopher's fingers. "Shit, oh god, more."
Christopher kept it up, landing a strike on Harrison every time Harrison pushed back onto him. "You beg so well, Harrison. It's hard to believe you're not stuffed full of cock and bruised to hell every moment of the day." He increased the force of his blows, letting himself go a little wild. It had been so long since he'd really /dominated/ someone.
Harrison smirked and pressed himself back harder, whimpering lightly. "Gotta keep myself tight, ugh, makes it so much better." He said, turning his head to look back at Christopher, watching his bum moving on his fingers. He licked his lips slightly at the sight.
Christopher landed a blow closer to Harrison's face than he'd intended, not hitting him, but coming too close for his own comfort. He pulled his fingers out of Harrison and wrapped his messy hand around his cock. "I know I said I'd fuck you when you stopped, but you took too long." He said, pulling Harrson's hips up so he could push into the boy. It was tight, but he was pretty sure Harrison could deal with the stretch as he slid inside. He gave himself a few seconds to savor the feeling of Harrison around his cock before he pulled back and slammed forward again. He picked up a harsh rhythm, trying to keep it on the side of painful that Harrison seemed to enjoy.
Harrison whimpered softly as Christopher's fingers left his body. Emptiness taking over. He nodded and propped himself onto his elbows as Christopher pulled up his hips. He looked back at the older man, waiting impatiently for the fullness feeling once more. He grunted lowly as Christopher pushed in, the stretching feeling only burning slightly, though he ignored it. "Oh fuck." He moaned loudly, trying to keep his body up as Christopher moved inside of him, pleasure racing through him.
Christopher kept his pace up, running his hands over the small of Harrison's back and scraping the skin there. Harrison wouldn't have an unmarked spot on his back in the morning, Christopher had made sure of that. He dropped his hand to stroke at Harrison's cock underneath him, jerking him roughly, thumbing over the head with every stroke. "Don't get jizz on my chaise," he warned, spreading pre-come down the length of Harrison's dick.
Harrison hung his head low as pants of breath came from his mouth. "Ugh, fuck, so good." He whimpered, moving to rock his hips back against Christopher's thrust. "Fuck, you fuck me so good." He whispered, gripping onto the chaise with his hands. He nodded slowly. He understood, but what he really wished to know is what would happen if he did.
Christopher used his left hand to slap Harrison's arse as he fucked him and jerked him off, smiling at his praise. "I know," he said, fucking into him harder, angling to hit Harrison's prostate with his strokes. "Can't wait to feel you come on my dick. Come, Harrison." He ordered, squeezing the boy's cock.
Harrison let out a high pitched moan as he felt Christopher hitting his prostate, his hands gripping onto the chaise tightly. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." He whimpered, shuddering slightly at Christopher's words. Before he really even had time to register it, he was cumming, another high pitched moan leaving his mouth.
Christopher groaned at the feeling of Harrison's orgasm, the friction on his cock getting tighter as the boy shook. He rode out Harrison's orgasm, then pulled out, stripping the condom off. He brought himself off across Harrison's back, resisting the urge to fall forward onto him. Instead, he leaned back and panted a few times before getting off the chaise. He went into the kitchen, coming out with a damp piece of kitchen roll and two bottles of water. He dropped the bottles of water off in his bedroom and came back to the living room, cleaning Harrison up gently before sitting on the ground next to the chaise.
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Harrison felt his chest rise and fall slowly, his breathing slowly going back to normal, his body shivering as he felt Christopher release on him. He swallowed thickly and smiled a bit. He liked sex, no matter what guy it was with. Whether they were soft and gentle, or hard and rough. He loved it. He winced a bit as he felt Christopher cleaning his back. His body was to jelly-like for him to move, his head spinning slightly.
Christopher watched carefully before he gently roused Harrison. "You can't sleep here, it's awful, trust me." He rolled Harrison onto his side and lifted him into his arms for the journey to the bedroom. "Besides, I need to treat your back and my aftercare kit's in the bedroom. Wasn't really expecting that," he said quietly.
Harrison grumbled slightly and stretched a bit. As he was moved to his arms, he huffed and got up on his own. He shrugged slightly. "I liked it, doesn't matter to me." He said, moving his hand to touch his back.
Christopher wrapped his hand around Harrison's free wrist. "Yeah, but I still want to. And I know you liked it," he said with a small grin, "I have to admit, I did too. Come on, bedroom's this way," he said.
Harrison rolled his eyes and smirked, following after Christopher. The pain, that should've been in his bottom, couldn't be felt. Sometimes he hated that, just because he wondered what normal pain felt like. How bad it was, not how pleasuring it is.
(and then Christopher cleaned his wounds and subjected him to a cuddle because aftercare is important)
