It ain't right, the way Captain Strand looks in his dress uniform at this fancy dress function. The crisp black and the medals suit him, and he stands different- taller, prouder, like he wants everyone to know that he won't defer to them. Before now, Judd has never understood what people meant when they said they wanted someone to step on them. With Captain Strand in formals, though, he understands. He thinks he would do damn near anything that his captain asked of him.
He doesn't say anything about it because he doesn't want to make things weird, but of course, Captain Strand always knows when something is up. After the event is over, he asks Judd over for a drink. Judd can't say no.
Captain Strand pours them each a glass of some expensive tequila and smiles at him. The shadow along his jaw is calling out to Judd to see if it's as rough as it looks, and he has this smile to his eyes that promises trouble. Who can blame him if Judd knocks back most of his drink?
"What are we doing here, Judd?"
"You asked me over," he reminds.
"Yeah." Captain Strand takes a thoughtful sip of his drink. "Do you like my formals?"
This is some sort of game that Judd isn't sure how to play, but he'll be damned if he doesn't try. "I think they look mighty good on you, Cap."
For a moment, Captain Strand considers this. Then he finishes his drink and turns toward the hall to the bedroom. It's a clear invitation, one that Judd scrambles to follow, admiring the way that Captain Strand's slacks fit his ass. He definitely had those things tailored.
It occurs to him that Captain Strand's bedroom looks exactly like one would think. It's sleek and minimalist with a large bed that's been made with military crisp corners. He doesn't know what else he should have expected.
He kneels in front of Captain Strand and crosses his arms behind his back. This isn't his first rodeo and he aims to impress, to be good enough to be rewarded with whatever his Captain wants to give to him. It's hard not to react visibly when his perfect supplication is rewarded with a hand in his hair and Captain Strand stepping forward until Judd can rest his forehead against his hip.
"Be good for me?" Captain Strand asks.
Judd nods.
He stays in place until Captain Strand moves first, going over to his night stand to retrieve lube and condoms. "I didn't take you as the sort with authority issues, Ryder."
"Are you seriously trying to psychoanalyze me right now?"
"Just making conversation." Captain Strand returns to Judd and pulls his head back by his hair, forcing the two of them to make heated eye contact. "Are you seriously trying to start a fight with me right now?"
"No, sir."
The title seems to flip a switch in Captain Strand. He stands up just that little bit straighter and looks down at Judd like he wants to devour him.
"Take off your clothes and bend over the bed."
Under Captain Strand's watchful eye, Judd strips off his formals and folds them neatly, setting everything on the desk in the corner of the room before he bends over. He hasn't done this in years. Of course it's the fancy new captain from New York that has him this desperate for it. As soon as he's in position, Captain Strand is behind him. A calloused hand settles on his hip while dress shoes kick his legs a little wider.
He hears the click of the lube bottle's cap a few seconds before slick fingers slip between his cheeks and rub against his hole. It's hard not to squirm. Judd tries to keep still for the most part by taking the bedding in his fists, but he can't help a twitch of his hips when Captain Strand presses a finger into him.
"Stay still."
Judd nods. He wants to be good. He manages not to move as Captain Strand gets him ready, even if it takes all his willpower. No matter how much he wants to watch when he hears the sound of a smart leather belt being unbuckled. The realization that Captain Strand is going to keep his uniform on while he fucks him sends a thrill through him.
It's when he finally pushes in that Judd can't help moving, trying to take more faster than Captain Strand is ready to give. The motion earns him a sharp spank that has him keening. If that's supposed to discourage him, he doesn't know how effective it'll be. Nonetheless, he continues to try and be good while his Captain fucks him.
Captain Strand, as it turns out, is as ruthless when it comes to sex as when it comes to running his firehouse. Every single thrust pushes Judd's hips against the edge of the mattress and has him gasping for breath. Somehow, Captain Strand has impeccable aim too, managing to hit Judd's prostate nearly every time. It's not quite enough to make him come, but he knows better than to try and touch himself right now.
"Please," he whines.
In response, Captain Strand moves one of the hands on Judd's waist to his neck, pinning him down better. It's an almost degrading way to be held, which only makes this whole thing hotter than it already was.
"Please what?"
"Please sir, let me come."
He doesn't get a real response. Instead, Captain Strand laughs at him and fucks him harder. Judd didn't think he could. All he can do is moan, his head completely empty of anything except for the sensations of getting fucked like it's the last thing they'll ever do. Tomorrow, he's definitely going to be sore. Fuck, there's a shift tomorrow. But he can worry about the fallout later. For now, all that matters is how full Judd feels and the thought that if this continues long enough, he might actually be able to get off.
Just as he thinks that, Captain Strand presses in deep and comes, filling up the condom and just barely rocking through his orgasm. Judd whimpers when he finally pulls out, and takes a moment to catch his bearings while Captain Strand lets go of him.
"Christ," he manages.
"No, Owen."
He snorts and turns around, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Can you, you know..."
"I'm done with you," Captain Strand says. His slacks are still open but he's put himself back into his boxers, and as Judd watches, he goes over to the dresser to take off his cuff links. "You did good, but you can go now."
"Are you serious?"
Captain Strand nods toward Judd's clothes, indicating to get redressed. "Uh, yeah. Maybe you can come next time, if you earn it."
