Title: Something To Remember
Author:
dustandroses
Beta:
ozsaur, my hero and shit.
Pairing: Alvarez/Keller
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: through Season 4, episode 7: Secret Identities
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em - not making any money off 'em.
Warnings: Violence, Light Bondage, Dom/sub, Intense Sexual Situations
Summary: Alvarez realizes he doesn't have a lot of time, so he takes a chance, and surprises Keller. Keller doesn't let him down. He leaves him with something worth remembering.
Word Count: 3804 words
Extra thanks goes to
ozsaur
again,
for her usual incredible Beta. The nasty eye infection is still causing
her lots of trouble, but she came through like a trouper, as usual.
This Part is dedicated to
desert_rifka and
ozsaur who both supplied excellent ideas without which this fic would be rather boring.
(Note: For archive purposes, this post has been pre-dated - the original story was posted on May 4, 2005.)
You can find Part One here:
First Move
You can find Part Two here:
Alvarez Watches
You can find Part Three here:
Marked Man
You can find Part Four here:
Power Play
You can find Part Five here:
The Workout
You can find Part Six here:
Playing With Fire
You can find Part Seven here:
Thrill
You can find Part Eight here:
Pleasure and Pain Something To Remember
No matter where he ended up, back in Solitary or in hell (and what,
exactly was the difference between the two?), he knew he’d never forget
Keller’s tongue. Strong and agile, fucking his mouth or his
asshole or wrapped around the head of his cock or ordering his
surrender with one demanding word - Alvarez always gave in to Keller’s
tongue. He didn’t know if he’d still be alive by this time
tomorrow, but if he had to be in Oz, he couldn’t imagine any place he
rather be than in this storage room, with Keller on his knees before
him, teasing the underside of his cock with strong, bold strokes,
driving him crazy.
He’d been worried about coming to the library storage room - Keller
wasn’t expecting him, and he had no idea how he’d react, but Alvarez
really needed to see him one last time. He’d seen Keller and
Beecher embracing in the computer room, and he had no idea what that
meant, except that it didn’t bode well for him. When the door
opened, the look on Keller’s face had been guarded, but he let Alvarez
in, closing the door behind him and then leaning on it as Alvarez
walked further into the room.
"What are you doing here?" He was blunt and to the point, as usual.
Alvarez shrugged, and avoided his eyes for a moment. As the
silence grew, he finally looked up at Keller. "I think I’ve come
to say goodbye."
Keller’s eyebrow rose, but he didn’t speak, arms across his chest, staring at Alvarez like he was waiting for an explanation.
"I had my first meeting with Rivera, I don’t think there will be any
more, so Glenn will send me back to Solitary as soon as he realizes I‘m
not talking to him about his daughter. And I heard that el Cid
will be back tonight, and he wants me dead. What ever happens, I
don’t expect to be able to see you again, so I wanted to say..."
He let the sentence die out, unclear about just exactly what he wanted
to say. Goodbye? Thanks for fucking me? For showing
me just how much I like it? For coming all over my
face? He didn’t know. He shrugged again.
Keller continued to stare at him, expression blank, until Alvarez
dropped his eyes again, uncomfortable and uncertain if he should just
leave or what.
Just as the silence was becoming unbearable, Keller spoke. "Come
here." Alvarez approached, not looking up, to stand about two
feet away. "Closer." His voice was low, commanding and
Alvarez felt that thrill in his belly, along with a touch of
uncertainty - what would Keller do? Alvarez had been the one to make
the move this time, and he didn’t think that would be well
accepted. "Closer." He got as close as he could get and not
touch Keller. He could feel Keller’s breath on his face.
He closed his eyes as Keller wrapped his hand around Alvarez’ neck, and
pulled him into a kiss. Alvarez sighed into Keller’s mouth,
opening to his questing tongue. It was a forceful kiss, hard and
passionate and Alvarez leaned into it, wanting everything he could get
from Keller before it was too late. Keller broke the kiss then
pulled back, staring into his eyes for a moment before walking
away. "Come here."
As he followed Keller, Alvarez felt that thrill in the pit of his
stomach bloom, no idea what was going to happen, but anxious to find
out. Keller stepped into an aisle between two shelves of
supplies, pushed Alvarez into the back corner, told him to wait, and
then left him there. He heard a door open, and then another
voice, but he couldn’t tell who it was - maybe the hack who usually
works the library, who knows? Then Keller was back, staring at him from
the end of the aisle.
"Strip." Alvarez felt the flush course through his body, his face
burning as he pulled off his shirt, tossing it to the floor. Even
when dressed he felt naked in front of Keller, his intense eyes boring
into Alvarez, sending chills up and down his spine. He tossed his
pants and underwear into a pile and looked back at Keller
Then Keller was on his knees in front of Alvarez. Alvarez put his
hands behind his back, clasping them together to try and remind himself
not to touch Keller, who grinned up at him and murmured, "Good boy,"
before burying his head in Alvarez’ pubic hair and sniffing
deeply. He moaned as he rubbed his hand along Alvarez’ belly,
across the stretch of skin that Alvarez always stroked and then Keller
licked at the place where his hip met his thigh. "You smell good
Alvarez. Strong, spicy, salty - you smell like you taste, I like
that."
Then Keller took one of his balls into his mouth, and suddenly Keller
wasn’t the only one moaning. Alvarez clenched his hands behind
his back, reminding himself not to touch, as the pleasure soared in
him. Keller spent time on both his balls, sucking them in,
running his tongue all around, pulling lightly, then releasing.
Alvarez shivered as cool air hit his wet balls but he was easily
distracted by Keller’s teeth, nibbling along the underside of his cock,
creating the most incredible sensations.
He caught his loud moan before it completely left his throat,
strangling it, as Keller looked up at him with a warning in his
eyes. But he found it hard to concentrate on anything but the
lips now surrounding the crown of his cock. His pelvis bucked
automatically, but Keller’s hands on his hips stopped him from moving
far. He was afraid he’d get into trouble for moving, but Keller
just laughed and murmured against the head of his cock, words he
couldn’t understand but that vibrated the wildest sensations down the
length of him to pool in his balls. God, that felt good!
Then Keller started sucking on the crown and he moved one hand to
Alvarez’ cock, twisting tightly around the part just below his lips,
and Alvarez thought the top of his head was going to explode. He
bit his lip to stop his cries and his shoulders fell back onto the
shelves behind him, his hands searching for a grip on the metal, in an
effort to not grab Keller’s head. Keller obviously recognized the
signals that indicated Alvarez was close to coming, because he quickly
pulled off and wrapped his fingers around the base of Alvarez’ hard
cock.
"Oh, no you don’t! I’ve got plans for this!" Alvarez just
blinked at him, not quite understanding what he meant, gasping and
hanging on to the shelves as he realized he was not going to be allowed
to come yet. Trying to get his breath back, he closed his eyes
and concentrated as he slowly came back from the brink. Finally
satisfied he wasn’t going to come, Keller let go of his hard-on.
Keller stood up, and started taking care of his own pants - buttons,
zipper, sliding them down to his feet, stepping out of them, showing
his hard cock, gripping it in his hand, and tugging on it. "You
gonna be alright there, Alvarez?" he asked with a smirk on his
face. You could tell Keller was proud of his talents, aware of
how easy it was to reduce a grown man to a puddle on the ground, which
was exactly how Alvarez felt about now.
Alvarez nodded, and dropped to his knees, eager to take Keller’s cock
in his mouth, but Keller jerked back. "Ah ah, ah!" He
turned around, leaning his arms on a shelf, presenting his ass to
Alvarez. "This is where that sexy mouth of your is going. I
want to feel your tongue on my ass, Alvarez. I want your tongue
inside me. I want you to fuck my ass with your tongue."
Alvarez didn’t hesitate. He’d never done this before, but he knew
how good it felt, and he was anxious to show Keller he could do it,
could show him as much pleasure as he got. He parted Keller’s
cheeks and started licking - first in broad strokes up and down the
length of his crack, then concentrating on his asshole, running his
tongue up and down and across it, adding more pressure with every
pass. He heard Keller’s murmur of approval, "That’s good,
Alvarez. Yeah, good - keep going."
Then, he put his thumbs on either side of Keller’s hole and pulled it
open just a bit. He stuck the tip of his tongue in, wondering
what it would taste like - so far it has just tasted like the rest of
his skin, a little saltier maybe. He couldn’t get his tongue in
very far, so he pulled with his thumbs again, and stiffened his tongue,
shoving it in as far as it would go. Keller thrust back at his
face, moaning, and Alvarez laughed into him, ramming his stiff tongue
in and out of Keller’s ass, fucking him the way he’d said he wanted it
and so turned on that he could make Keller feel this way.
When Keller twisted and pulled away from him, Alvarez could only blink
up at him - he thought he’d been doing a damn good job for it being his
first time. Keller bent down to find something in his pants
pocket and handed it to Alvarez, "Put this on your
fingers." He looked down at his hand to see the tube of lube and
realized Keller wanted him to finger fuck him. Okay, well he
could do that, Keller had shown him how more than once, hadn’t
he? And his teachers had all said he was a fast learner. He
spread the gel on his index and middle fingers and held the index
finger up to Keller’s asshole. Keller pushed back against the
finger as Alvarez pushed in, and it slid in easily, all the way to the
knuckle.
He watched, fascinated, as he pushed his finger in and out of Keller’s
ass. He could hear Keller’s low moans, so he figured he was doing
it right. He pulled all the way out the next time, and when he
pushed back in, he added his middle finger. Keller really liked
that, his moans got louder, and he spoke, "Oh, yeah, Alvarez...that’s
it. Now curl your fingers a little bit and push back in."
Alvarez did as he was told, and as he pushed in he felt a small
bump. He grazed it with his fingertips and Keller cried out,
"Yeah! That’s it!" Keller reached down with one hand and
started stroking his own cock.
"You feel that, Alvarez? That little bump?" Alvarez rubbed
up against it again, a little firmer this time, and was rewarded with a
loud moan. He could tell that Keller was trying to muffle his
voice with his arm, but he was pleased that he could bring Keller to
this point, to make him moan uncontrollably like this. His own
dick swelled again, just from thinking about it. He concentrated
on that spot - making sure he hit it with every push of his fingers
into Keller.
When Keller spoke again, his voice was rough and low, and it hit him in
the gut, and spread down to his own dick, making it ache. He
really wanted to touch himself, but he knew if he did, Keller would be
pissed. So instead he concentrated on what Keller was
saying. "Now three fingers, Alvarez. Put three fingers in
now." Alvarez had to pull out of Keller to add more gel to his
fingers, then hesitated - staring at Keller’s asshole - it seemed
awfully small for three fingers. "Just do it, Alvarez, come on."
So he did; he put all three fingers against Keller’s hole and pushed
in, and Keller moaned again. His voice was strained, but
encouraging, "That’s it, like that. Push them in all the
way. Yeah, that’s good." Alvarez was having more
trouble hitting his sweet spot with three fingers, the angle seemed
different, but that didn’t seem to be fazing Keller, who was pushing
back against his hand rhythmically as he pushed in.
Keller was stroking himself faster now, his hips moving rapidly,
controlling the speed of Alvarez’ thrusts with the movement of his
hips. His breathing was fast and erratic, and Alvarez could
tell he was close to coming, so he concentrated on Keller’s sweet spot,
rubbing hard until Keller exploded, his muffled shout still loud enough
to echo in the room. When Keller froze, he stopped stroking,
feeling Keller’s muscles clamp down on his fingers and feeling so
turned on he thought he might come just from that.
As Keller released his fingers and they slid out, Keller turned around
and presented his cock to Alvarez: "Clean me." Alvarez
opened his mouth eagerly and licked the come from the tip of his cock,
before sucking the whole thing into his mouth, working it gently, to
make sure he didn’t miss anything. Then Keller pulled him
off, "That’s enough, now stand up." It was awkward, as he
was worried about getting lube all over everything - wondering what to
do with the gel all over his hands.
Keller unwrapped a condom, rolled it down over Alvarez’ hard dick, then
took Alvarez’ wet fingers and spread the gel over the condom.
Taking the tube from Alvarez’ other hand, Keller poured a generous
portion into his palm, which he then slapped quickly onto Alvarez’
dick. Keller grinned when Alvarez jumped at the chill but as he
spread the gel over Alvarez’ dick, he explained. "Don’t want you
coming too soon, Alvarez...thought this might take the edge
off." Then he leaned over and kissed Alvarez. He
really liked Keller’s kisses. Deep and hard and aggressive
- they pushed against his tongue and searched his mouth, then sucked on
his lips and tongue with equal passion.
When the kiss ended, Keller pulled back, looking into Alvarez’
eyes. "I know you were there yesterday, when me and Beecher
were in the computer room. I saw you watching us." Alvarez
nodded. "I don’t know what that means for me and Beecher, but I
think it’s best that this be the last time we do this, no matter what
happens with you. So today, we’re gonna do things a little
different. Today, you’re gonna fuck me." Keller
laughed. Alvarez knew it must have shown on his face how
surprised he was.
Keller stripped his shirt off, tossing it on the floor, then stared at
Alvarez for a moment before walking behind him. There was a
rustle of clothing and then he felt Keller’s hand as he ran it down
Alvarez’ back, curving around his ass. "Yeah, that’s nice,
Alvarez." He ran one finger between his cheeks. "Real
nice." As Keller circled around to Alvarez’ front again, he
ordered: "Remember, I can touch you," he reached up and pinched
one nipple, making Alvarez jump and moan, "but you can’t touch
me." He leaned over and sucked that same nipple into his mouth,
running his tongue across it before grazing it with his teeth as he
pulled away.
Alvarez’s dick was on fire. He wanted to touch Keller so badly,
but he knew better than to even try. He didn’t want to take the
chance that Keller would punish him now, by taking away his
offer. And he really wanted to fuck Keller. He was so
totally surprised by this. He’d thought about it, sure, more than
once, but he’d never thought he’d ever really get the chance.
"Give me your hands." He realized Keller had Alvarez’ own belt in
his hands, and he froze for a second - that same fear thrilling through
his belly and groin. He glanced up at Keller, who stared at him
impassively, waiting for his response. I can do this, he thought
to himself, I know I can. It’s my decision - he’s giving me the
choice. He’s asking me to trust him, and right now, here in this
room, I do. He took a deep breath and held his hands out in front
of him, trembling lightly. He flushed, ashamed of his
reaction, but Keller just wrapped the belt around his wrists, securely,
then ran his hands down Alvarez’ arms, to circle his wrists as he spoke
quietly to him.
"Good boy. You just do what you're told, now, and everything will be fine. Lie down on the floor."
It was awkward, without the use of his arms, but he got there, as
Keller watched. The chill of the tile floor sent shivers up his
spine. Keller stepped one foot over, then slowly knelt down,
straddling Alvarez’ waist, his dick and balls warm against Alvarez’
abdomen. He could feel Keller’s ass cheeks rubbing up against his
dick and it felt so good he had to close his eyes, trying not to blow
his wad before he even got inside Keller.
Keller took Alvarez’ bound hands and pulled them up over his head,
holding them there while he pressed up against Alvarez, kissing him
deeply, his tongue fucking Alvarez’ mouth rhythmically. When
Keller sat back up, Alvarez left his hands above his head, and Keller
nodded approvingly as he adjusted himself, grabbing Alvarez‘ cock and
slowly lowering himself onto it.
He was so surprised by how hot and tight Keller was, and he froze for a
second - afraid he was going to blow right then - it felt so
good. Then Keller moaned. "Ah, yeah, that’s good,
Alvarez...That feels real good." Alvarez tried not to
thrust up into Keller, knowing he‘d just get angry, but it was so hard
not to move that he was shaking with the effort. Keller
moved slowly above him, adjusting his position until he moaned loudly,
obviously finding his prostate and concentrating on that. Keller
began talking softly, just loud enough for Alvarez to hear him over his
own heavy breathing as he raised and lowered himself over Alvarez, his
cock beginning to revive with the constant pressure on his
prostate.
"Yeah, that’s it. That’s it. Mmm...that feels so good,
Alvarez. Right over the sweet spot, that’s it, right there.
Are you going to remember me, Alvarez? When you’re tucked away in
Solitary? Are you gong to fuck your fist and think about fucking
me? About me fucking you? Me shoving my fingers and my
tongue up your ass and making you come? Are you going to remember
me?"
Keller was stroking his cock, hard again, and Alvarez reached down, not
thinking, just wanting the feel of the slick heat of Keller’s cock in
his hand. But as he started to move, he felt the belt around his
wrists, reminding him where he was, who he was and he dropped his hands
back over his head. He pulled briefly on the belt, testing it,
not trying to free himself, but reminding himself that this was what he
wanted. He hadn’t realized he could get any harder, but he felt
his cock swell inside Keller, and he moaned loudly, unable or unwilling
to stop - he couldn’t tell which.
Keller reached over and grabbed the briefs that were sitting inside
Keller’s pants where he’d stepped out of them. He shoved them in
Alvarez’ open mouth as he groaned again, muffling his cries.
Alvarez’ eyes flew open at that point - he hadn’t realized he’d closed
them - and Keller grinned that wicked grin at him. "You’ll
never know how hot you look like this, Alvarez, tied up like that with
my underwear as a gag. I’m gonna come all over you,
Alvarez. God, you’re so fuckin’ sexy!"
Keller slapped his hip with one hand, "Now move." It took him a
second to realize what Keller wanted, then he began thrusting up into
Keller, grunting into the gag, pushing his hips up roughly, with all
his strength. His eyes were drawn down to Keller’s hand, wrapped
around his cock, pumping furiously. The head was red and there
was a drop of precome on the tip, which Keller rubbed his thumb over,
smearing the fluid around the head. Alvarez realized he really
wanted to make this good for Keller, to give him something he’d
remember for a long time. Wanting to know that Keller would
remember him the way he knew he‘d remember Keller.
Keller was moving faster now, harder, dropping down onto Alvarez who
was pounding into Keller, mindless, lost in the sensation and the words
until they all blurred together as his balls drew up underneath him and
he came, deep inside Keller. Crying out loudly into the gag in
his mouth as his hips jerked and his body spasmed.
Keller spoke a rough command:. "Look at me." Alvarez looked up
blinking, trying to focus on Keller’s face and watched as he pulled off
Alvarez, kneeling up to come, splattering all over Alvarez’ face and
chest. He held his pose above Alvarez for a moment, and Alvarez
knew this was the way he’d remember Keller. His eyes closed, his
head thrown back, his orgasm plain upon his face, with Alvarez lying
beneath him, there to provide Keller pleasure. Suddenly he was
having trouble breathing, but he didn’t think it had anything to do
with the gag.
Keller pulled the gag out anyway, watching solemnly as Alvarez gasped,
and when his breathing had calmed Keller offered his hand to
Alvarez. Alvarez obediently licked the come off his fingers and
thumb, drawing them into his mouth and sucking them until they were
clean. Keller leaned up and untied the belt, leaving it where it
fell, ran his cleaned hand through Alvarez’ hair and murmured "Good
boy," one last time. He stood up above Alvarez, pulling on
his pants and shirt, and turned away. "Clean yourself up and get
out of here."
That night, Alvarez stared into the darkness outside his pod. The
rumor had just been a rumor - el Cid was still in the hole. And
Beecher was in the Infirmary along with Schillinger and some Muslim he
didn‘t know. Things can change fast in Oz and you never knew
which way they’d go. Keller was in the hole and Alvarez was still
in his pod. He knew that Keller would be thinking about
Beecher - he’d been stabbed by Schillinger - Keller may not even know
if he was still alive.
But he hoped that at some point, he’d spare some time to think of
Alvarez: sucking Keller’s cock, licking his ass, with his eyes closed
and Keller’s come all over his face, sucking the come off Keller’s
fingers. He liked to think he would, anyway. He turned away
from the dark quad and went to bed.
End
You can read the follow-up story based on this series here:
Scar Tissue ~