Touch of Kink II: A Second Meeting
Title: Touch of Kink II: A Second Meeting
Author: 3lbsponge
Fandom: Orignal
Characters: Jasper/Ely
Prompt: 46. Writer's Choice
Word Count: 2,343
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: I am writing these in order. This is the second installment. As it is about a building relationship, it's not all smut.
Previous Installments: I.
Table: Here.
Jasper arrived at the club earlier than the boy. It almost disturbed him that he spent the entire week since their last meeting thinking of their previous session. Jasper wasn't sure he wanted to take on a sub, but if he did, the sub would have to have certain attributes. So far, Ely had proven he was willing to try to please. Jasper had set up a near impossible task for the boy intentionally. Ely passed the test when he refused to give up, even during that last minute when it was clear to both of them the boy wouldn't get it up and come in sixty seconds.
How he was thinking of Ely was making him nervous as well. 'The kid.' Ely wasn't that young, twenty five, according to Lucien (who Jasper really needed to thank for setting them up -- even if they didn't develop something serious, the one scene they did together already warranted a thank you). Jasper himself was thirty-eight. He didn't think a little over ten years justified referring to Ely as a kid, even if it was in his head. Ely just had this boyish energy about him. Maybe it was the hair (seriously, did anyone ever take a pair of scissors to that shaggy mane?). Maybe it was the look in Ely's eyes. Either way, there was something that reminded Jasper of a young boy, lost and needy.
The knock on the door pulled Jasper from his thoughts. "Come in," He called, from where he stood, inspecting the toys in the toy chest.
Ely entered the room. He took five steps in, and slipped gracefully to his knees. Ely had cut his hair, slightly shorter in the back, still long in the front. For a moment, that was all that drew his attention.
Then he saw the angry, dark bruise on Ely's cheek. With a clunk, he dropped the flogger he was inspecting and crossed the room, fingers sliding under Ely's chin and tilting the boy's head up so he was looking at him in the eyes (Jasper was disturbed by the blush on Ely's cheeks, as if he was ashamed). Jasper tilted Ely's head to get a better look at the bruise. The deep, jaw-clenching anger worried Jasper. He shouldn't have an emotional reaction like this towards a boy he had scened once. He felt like someone had played with his toy without his permission…Who was the child again?
"Who hit you?" Jasper asked, hand letting go of Ely's chin. The sub dropped his eyes to the floor quickly. Jasper ran a hand through Ely's hair, hoping he took it as comfort and hoping that Ely understood Jasper wasn't mad at him.
Ely was silent for a moment, either not wanting to answer or gathering his thoughts. Jasper wasn't sure, until Ely spoke. "My brother, Kevin." He said, not giving any more details then that. It was almost frustrating.
Jasper sighed. "Does this happen often?"
Ely shrugged his shoulders. Jasper found himself impressed that the boy wasn't fidgeting, though his body language screamed how uncomfortable he was. "Sometimes...It's a hard thing to judge, sir, how often is often. He and I have our issues. He thinks he has the right to tell me what to do with my life. He doesn't. He gave up his chance." Ely tensed more at the end there, clearly having said something he hadn't meant to. "So we fight a lot. Sometimes it gets physical."
Jasper hesitated, then. He could press the boy, and reward him for his honesty and openness. The type of relationship they were trying to build revolved around trust. Did Ely trust him enough to elaborate on something that clearly made him uncomfortable? Jasper wanted to know, but he was also hesitant about bringing the boy to a place in his head he didn't want to go. He opted for silence, just standing above Ely, running his hand through the boy's hair occasionally.
It worked, not two minutes went by before Ely was elaborating. "When our parents died, I was seven, he was twenty -- I was a bit of an accident, I don't think my parents ever thought they'd have a second child. He was my only living family. He decided the frat boy college life style he was living was more important than keeping me out of foster care." Ely's muscles were so tense, Jasper was surprised he wasn't trembling with the effort to keep them so tight. "I was fifteen before he got me out of the system."
The tone of Ely's voice told him not to press further. He nodded, and pulled the boy up by his underarm. Ely stood in front of him, and Jasper wondered if the situation didn't dictate it, would Ely look him in the eyes. He wasn't sure, and that annoyed him. He kissed Ely softly on the lips, more a gesture of comfort than foreplay.
"Don't be ashamed, boy. I understand how family can be a tricky issue." He pulled back, to make Ely look him in the eyes. The relief was plain there. "Are you injured anywhere else?" He wasn't worried about their time being spoiled; he was ready to make adjustments to his plan, if necessary.
"We didn't fight for long. I have a few other bruises, but nothing major, sir."
Jasper nodded. "All right. If something does hurt more than it should, let me know immediately. Understood?" He let some of the control slip back into his voice. The idea that Ely probably needed this break was already going straight to his cock. There was something in helping his sub obtain a needed release that always got Jasper going.
"Understood, sir. Am I using the same words?"
"Yes. Toadstool and mushroom, correct?" He knew the boy was only bringing up safe words for his benefit. He doubted Ely thought he would need them (and how it tempted him to press Ely's boundaries just to see if he would use them).
"Yes, sir."
Jasper nodded. "All right, strip and head over to the cross. Do you want to be restrained, or can you hold onto the rings?"
Ely made moves to strip out of his jeans at t-shirt as soon as the command left Jasper's mouth. Jasper missed the leather pants, how they hugged the boy's narrow hips, but knew how hard they would be for the boy to get back on after a good hard sweat producing flog and fuck. If he got to the fucking part. He wasn't sure if he'd take Ely yet.
Ely stood at the cross, and Jasper watched him, the tenseness of his back muscles indicating his indecision. He really hoped he didn't have a sub on his hands that couldn't make a simple decision -- then again, Ely didn't know what to expect from him, how far he'd take him.
"Restrain me, please, sir." Ely said finally, much to Jasper's relief. He really didn't care for mindless boys.
Jasper rewarded the boy's response by touching him more than necessary as he put Ely's wrists in the cuffs. He was careful to keep the boy's medical alert bracelet out of the cuff, not wanting it to dig into Ely's skin, or become damaged. The metal looked strong, but Jasper wasn't taking chances. The cuffs he had selected were quick releases as well, just in case. He slid his hands over Ely's arms, down his sides to his hips, where they resting for a moment. Part of it was a reward of sorts, the other to test the two blue-purple bruises he found marring Ely's skin. The boy didn't flinch or try to pull away. That was a good sign.
"I'm going to blind fold you." Jasper warned, a moment before he produced the blindfold in question. It was a simple one, but one that would keep the boy from being able to see him. Ely didn't fight the blindfold. In fact, Jasper watched, amused as the boy's breath quickened. It wasn't fear, it didn't seem, but anticipation. Wonderful.
Jasper left him then, though he was careful to make noise as he went over to the toy chest. Even as he stood still, he made sure his foot tapped. The blindfold was not to scare Ely; it was to get him to focus. Jasper wanted all of Ely's attention on him, his actions.
No more than two minutes after he left him, Jasper came back to the cross. He trailed the tails of his chosen flogger down the boy's back, smiling at the shudder it pulled from Ely. The lashes were not leather, but hemp. It would hurt, but he wanted to see just how much of a pain slut Ely really was. Part of him wanted to hear those safe words, if only to assure himself that Ely would say them when the situation really dictated it.
The first few blows were light, a warm up. Jasper, above all else, wanted it good for the man offering himself up to him. Ely gave him his trust, and Jasper would reward it.
After a few moments, Ely was moaning and Jasper was sweating. The canvas in front of him was turning a beautiful shade of red. Jasper switched his focus from the boy's upper back to ass, lashing at that with slightly more force. Never once did he break the skin, though he'd be bruised. He paused long enough to work his shirt off, then went back, revisiting spots he had already struck before.
The sounds Ely made were going straight to Jasper's cock. He could tell the boy was just as hard. Jasper paused to catch his breath, running a hand over that nicely brightened ass, smiling at the needy moan his touch elicited. He didn't need to see them to know that Ely's eyes were glassy and distant behind the blindfold. He could tell the boy was in headspace. Jasper kept rubbing his ass, and leaned into kiss Ely's neck, to lick the sweat from it.
Ely's answering moan, the way he turned his neck to offer more to Jasper sealed it. Jasper wanted the boy. He pressed his erection against the boy's warm ass, grinding the rough fabric of his jeans against him. "Tell me, do you want my cock in you, boy?" Jasper whispered into Ely's ear before ducking his head to bite at the spot where neck and shoulder met.
"Please, sir." Ely's voice was almost musical, lost in sensations. Jasper liked it.
Jasper stepped back, pulling out a packet of lube from his pocket. Oh the moans the boy made as Jasper prepped him, first one finger, then two. Once, Jasper had to pause, worried the boy might come without permission from the way his body tensed, but Ely didn't. Good.
When he was prepared, Jasper stripped down as well, and regretfully had to leave the boy long enough to get a condom from the nightstand. By the time he got back, Ely seemed to have better control. That was good. After rolling the hated (but necessary) rubber on, Jasper let his baser instincts take over.
He gripped the boy's thin hips in his hands and pounded into him. It was not gentle. He was too worked up, he though the boy was as well. Besides he heard no complaints, only loud moans and soft curses that would make a sailor blush. Ely was noisy. Jasper liked it. Liked that he drew such loud responses.
They wouldn't last long, but it was Ely who was going to break first, if his louder, needier moans were any indication. His right hand slipped from the boy's hip to grip at the base of his cock, part in warning. "Not yet, boy." He growled into Ely's ear, knowing Ely's release would trigger his own.
Jasper lost himself in the feel, his own eyes closed as tight as if he were the one blind folded. Ely suddenly tensing him around him to the point that it almost caused him pain brought him back. "Fuck, boy. Come now." Jasper groaned out, and bit down on Ely's shoulder hard enough to draw blood, hand stroking the boy's rigid dick.
Ely screamed, then, all need and pleasure wrapped up into wordless cry. If the shuddering around his cock didn't do it, the scream would have. He felt warm come cover his hand as he filled the rubber, his own world disappearing for a moment or two as he found his release.
Jasper came back to himself, proud to see that one hand was balanced on the cross, holding himself off the smaller, bruised boy. The other had moved from Ely's cock to his hip again, and spread it's sticky mess. With a sigh, he pulled out, not at all surprised by the miserable little sound that left Ely's throat as he did so.
He kissed the boy's jaw. "Can you stand?" He asked.
Ely moved his head forward until his forehead was resting on the cross. He was breathing heavy. He looked unsteady, but Ely nodded slightly. "Yes, sir." He said, voice still holding that slightly musical quality. Jasper decided to trust him. The cuffs wouldn't let him hit the ground anyway.
He was only gone for a few moments, depositing the used condom in the waste basket in the bathroom, coming back with a warm cloth to clean Ely's stomach and his hand. Ready to catch the boy, Jasper undid the cuffs. Ely did not fall, but he did sway dangerously before leaning heavily on Jasper.
"Close your eyes." He warned softly, almost warmly, before taking off the blind fold. "Open them slowly." He added, as if it was the first time Ely had worn one. He doubted it. Moments passed as the boy readjusted to the light, blinking happily up at him. Jasper smiled, and kissed him gently on the lips.
"Come to bed, boy." He said softly, letting Ely lean on him as they went over. He'd take care of the boy's abused skin.
Then they'd sleep.
Author: 3lbsponge
Fandom: Orignal
Characters: Jasper/Ely
Prompt: 46. Writer's Choice
Word Count: 2,343
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: I am writing these in order. This is the second installment. As it is about a building relationship, it's not all smut.
Previous Installments: I.
Table: Here.
Jasper arrived at the club earlier than the boy. It almost disturbed him that he spent the entire week since their last meeting thinking of their previous session. Jasper wasn't sure he wanted to take on a sub, but if he did, the sub would have to have certain attributes. So far, Ely had proven he was willing to try to please. Jasper had set up a near impossible task for the boy intentionally. Ely passed the test when he refused to give up, even during that last minute when it was clear to both of them the boy wouldn't get it up and come in sixty seconds.
How he was thinking of Ely was making him nervous as well. 'The kid.' Ely wasn't that young, twenty five, according to Lucien (who Jasper really needed to thank for setting them up -- even if they didn't develop something serious, the one scene they did together already warranted a thank you). Jasper himself was thirty-eight. He didn't think a little over ten years justified referring to Ely as a kid, even if it was in his head. Ely just had this boyish energy about him. Maybe it was the hair (seriously, did anyone ever take a pair of scissors to that shaggy mane?). Maybe it was the look in Ely's eyes. Either way, there was something that reminded Jasper of a young boy, lost and needy.
The knock on the door pulled Jasper from his thoughts. "Come in," He called, from where he stood, inspecting the toys in the toy chest.
Ely entered the room. He took five steps in, and slipped gracefully to his knees. Ely had cut his hair, slightly shorter in the back, still long in the front. For a moment, that was all that drew his attention.
Then he saw the angry, dark bruise on Ely's cheek. With a clunk, he dropped the flogger he was inspecting and crossed the room, fingers sliding under Ely's chin and tilting the boy's head up so he was looking at him in the eyes (Jasper was disturbed by the blush on Ely's cheeks, as if he was ashamed). Jasper tilted Ely's head to get a better look at the bruise. The deep, jaw-clenching anger worried Jasper. He shouldn't have an emotional reaction like this towards a boy he had scened once. He felt like someone had played with his toy without his permission…Who was the child again?
"Who hit you?" Jasper asked, hand letting go of Ely's chin. The sub dropped his eyes to the floor quickly. Jasper ran a hand through Ely's hair, hoping he took it as comfort and hoping that Ely understood Jasper wasn't mad at him.
Ely was silent for a moment, either not wanting to answer or gathering his thoughts. Jasper wasn't sure, until Ely spoke. "My brother, Kevin." He said, not giving any more details then that. It was almost frustrating.
Jasper sighed. "Does this happen often?"
Ely shrugged his shoulders. Jasper found himself impressed that the boy wasn't fidgeting, though his body language screamed how uncomfortable he was. "Sometimes...It's a hard thing to judge, sir, how often is often. He and I have our issues. He thinks he has the right to tell me what to do with my life. He doesn't. He gave up his chance." Ely tensed more at the end there, clearly having said something he hadn't meant to. "So we fight a lot. Sometimes it gets physical."
Jasper hesitated, then. He could press the boy, and reward him for his honesty and openness. The type of relationship they were trying to build revolved around trust. Did Ely trust him enough to elaborate on something that clearly made him uncomfortable? Jasper wanted to know, but he was also hesitant about bringing the boy to a place in his head he didn't want to go. He opted for silence, just standing above Ely, running his hand through the boy's hair occasionally.
It worked, not two minutes went by before Ely was elaborating. "When our parents died, I was seven, he was twenty -- I was a bit of an accident, I don't think my parents ever thought they'd have a second child. He was my only living family. He decided the frat boy college life style he was living was more important than keeping me out of foster care." Ely's muscles were so tense, Jasper was surprised he wasn't trembling with the effort to keep them so tight. "I was fifteen before he got me out of the system."
The tone of Ely's voice told him not to press further. He nodded, and pulled the boy up by his underarm. Ely stood in front of him, and Jasper wondered if the situation didn't dictate it, would Ely look him in the eyes. He wasn't sure, and that annoyed him. He kissed Ely softly on the lips, more a gesture of comfort than foreplay.
"Don't be ashamed, boy. I understand how family can be a tricky issue." He pulled back, to make Ely look him in the eyes. The relief was plain there. "Are you injured anywhere else?" He wasn't worried about their time being spoiled; he was ready to make adjustments to his plan, if necessary.
"We didn't fight for long. I have a few other bruises, but nothing major, sir."
Jasper nodded. "All right. If something does hurt more than it should, let me know immediately. Understood?" He let some of the control slip back into his voice. The idea that Ely probably needed this break was already going straight to his cock. There was something in helping his sub obtain a needed release that always got Jasper going.
"Understood, sir. Am I using the same words?"
"Yes. Toadstool and mushroom, correct?" He knew the boy was only bringing up safe words for his benefit. He doubted Ely thought he would need them (and how it tempted him to press Ely's boundaries just to see if he would use them).
"Yes, sir."
Jasper nodded. "All right, strip and head over to the cross. Do you want to be restrained, or can you hold onto the rings?"
Ely made moves to strip out of his jeans at t-shirt as soon as the command left Jasper's mouth. Jasper missed the leather pants, how they hugged the boy's narrow hips, but knew how hard they would be for the boy to get back on after a good hard sweat producing flog and fuck. If he got to the fucking part. He wasn't sure if he'd take Ely yet.
Ely stood at the cross, and Jasper watched him, the tenseness of his back muscles indicating his indecision. He really hoped he didn't have a sub on his hands that couldn't make a simple decision -- then again, Ely didn't know what to expect from him, how far he'd take him.
"Restrain me, please, sir." Ely said finally, much to Jasper's relief. He really didn't care for mindless boys.
Jasper rewarded the boy's response by touching him more than necessary as he put Ely's wrists in the cuffs. He was careful to keep the boy's medical alert bracelet out of the cuff, not wanting it to dig into Ely's skin, or become damaged. The metal looked strong, but Jasper wasn't taking chances. The cuffs he had selected were quick releases as well, just in case. He slid his hands over Ely's arms, down his sides to his hips, where they resting for a moment. Part of it was a reward of sorts, the other to test the two blue-purple bruises he found marring Ely's skin. The boy didn't flinch or try to pull away. That was a good sign.
"I'm going to blind fold you." Jasper warned, a moment before he produced the blindfold in question. It was a simple one, but one that would keep the boy from being able to see him. Ely didn't fight the blindfold. In fact, Jasper watched, amused as the boy's breath quickened. It wasn't fear, it didn't seem, but anticipation. Wonderful.
Jasper left him then, though he was careful to make noise as he went over to the toy chest. Even as he stood still, he made sure his foot tapped. The blindfold was not to scare Ely; it was to get him to focus. Jasper wanted all of Ely's attention on him, his actions.
No more than two minutes after he left him, Jasper came back to the cross. He trailed the tails of his chosen flogger down the boy's back, smiling at the shudder it pulled from Ely. The lashes were not leather, but hemp. It would hurt, but he wanted to see just how much of a pain slut Ely really was. Part of him wanted to hear those safe words, if only to assure himself that Ely would say them when the situation really dictated it.
The first few blows were light, a warm up. Jasper, above all else, wanted it good for the man offering himself up to him. Ely gave him his trust, and Jasper would reward it.
After a few moments, Ely was moaning and Jasper was sweating. The canvas in front of him was turning a beautiful shade of red. Jasper switched his focus from the boy's upper back to ass, lashing at that with slightly more force. Never once did he break the skin, though he'd be bruised. He paused long enough to work his shirt off, then went back, revisiting spots he had already struck before.
The sounds Ely made were going straight to Jasper's cock. He could tell the boy was just as hard. Jasper paused to catch his breath, running a hand over that nicely brightened ass, smiling at the needy moan his touch elicited. He didn't need to see them to know that Ely's eyes were glassy and distant behind the blindfold. He could tell the boy was in headspace. Jasper kept rubbing his ass, and leaned into kiss Ely's neck, to lick the sweat from it.
Ely's answering moan, the way he turned his neck to offer more to Jasper sealed it. Jasper wanted the boy. He pressed his erection against the boy's warm ass, grinding the rough fabric of his jeans against him. "Tell me, do you want my cock in you, boy?" Jasper whispered into Ely's ear before ducking his head to bite at the spot where neck and shoulder met.
"Please, sir." Ely's voice was almost musical, lost in sensations. Jasper liked it.
Jasper stepped back, pulling out a packet of lube from his pocket. Oh the moans the boy made as Jasper prepped him, first one finger, then two. Once, Jasper had to pause, worried the boy might come without permission from the way his body tensed, but Ely didn't. Good.
When he was prepared, Jasper stripped down as well, and regretfully had to leave the boy long enough to get a condom from the nightstand. By the time he got back, Ely seemed to have better control. That was good. After rolling the hated (but necessary) rubber on, Jasper let his baser instincts take over.
He gripped the boy's thin hips in his hands and pounded into him. It was not gentle. He was too worked up, he though the boy was as well. Besides he heard no complaints, only loud moans and soft curses that would make a sailor blush. Ely was noisy. Jasper liked it. Liked that he drew such loud responses.
They wouldn't last long, but it was Ely who was going to break first, if his louder, needier moans were any indication. His right hand slipped from the boy's hip to grip at the base of his cock, part in warning. "Not yet, boy." He growled into Ely's ear, knowing Ely's release would trigger his own.
Jasper lost himself in the feel, his own eyes closed as tight as if he were the one blind folded. Ely suddenly tensing him around him to the point that it almost caused him pain brought him back. "Fuck, boy. Come now." Jasper groaned out, and bit down on Ely's shoulder hard enough to draw blood, hand stroking the boy's rigid dick.
Ely screamed, then, all need and pleasure wrapped up into wordless cry. If the shuddering around his cock didn't do it, the scream would have. He felt warm come cover his hand as he filled the rubber, his own world disappearing for a moment or two as he found his release.
Jasper came back to himself, proud to see that one hand was balanced on the cross, holding himself off the smaller, bruised boy. The other had moved from Ely's cock to his hip again, and spread it's sticky mess. With a sigh, he pulled out, not at all surprised by the miserable little sound that left Ely's throat as he did so.
He kissed the boy's jaw. "Can you stand?" He asked.
Ely moved his head forward until his forehead was resting on the cross. He was breathing heavy. He looked unsteady, but Ely nodded slightly. "Yes, sir." He said, voice still holding that slightly musical quality. Jasper decided to trust him. The cuffs wouldn't let him hit the ground anyway.
He was only gone for a few moments, depositing the used condom in the waste basket in the bathroom, coming back with a warm cloth to clean Ely's stomach and his hand. Ready to catch the boy, Jasper undid the cuffs. Ely did not fall, but he did sway dangerously before leaning heavily on Jasper.
"Close your eyes." He warned softly, almost warmly, before taking off the blind fold. "Open them slowly." He added, as if it was the first time Ely had worn one. He doubted it. Moments passed as the boy readjusted to the light, blinking happily up at him. Jasper smiled, and kissed him gently on the lips.
"Come to bed, boy." He said softly, letting Ely lean on him as they went over. He'd take care of the boy's abused skin.
Then they'd sleep.