New comment_fic - Watchmen RPS, JDM/Billy Crudup, NC-17
Another in the same universe as last week's "All for Naught" - but set way before then, obviously, since that prompt was, "the last goodbye." This prompt was from heavenward, under the general category "Cliches" - the specific prompt was: In for a penny, in for a pound.
Explores Jeff & Billy's early relationship, when Jeff was just learning the type of BDSM that Billy wanted. Warnings for D/s, toys, spanking.
Billy had dragged him through two, now three “toy” shops and Jeff had to admit he was fascinated. Loading up a basket with plugs and lube and cuffs excited him, and he barely had time to catch his breath before Billy had moved on to the floggers and crops. Really. Billy expected this? Wanted this?
Not that he hadn’t enjoyed the things they’d done together so far. Quite the contrary, in fact. The sight of Billy between his thighs, mouth working, was almost enough to make him come and the noises he’d elicited from the boy shot straight through his spine.
But he wasn’t quite sure he was ready for this.
Billy had looked at him expectantly as he dropped a few of the implements into the basket.
“You want to go home and try some of them out?”
The subtle wiggle of Billy’s ass lead Jeff out the door as easily as a dog follows a pork chop. He pulled in a breath. Yeah, he was ready to go home.
Billy did his thing as they came through the door, removing his clothes and going to his knees. Looking up at Jeff, all shivery anticipation. Dropping his eyes again to the floor.
“Do you want to put on the boots, Sir?”
Jeff eyed the new pair of Wescos in the corner. Shit. He had to close his eyes for a minute and center himself. Even the sight of the knee-high black leather (bought at Billy’s request, of course) caused his dick to knock at the door of his zipper.
The boy sure knew how to pull on his chain. Jeff bit his lip, and remembered the things Billy had told him, remembered all the stuff he’d seen online that Billy’d referred him to, remembered who he was.
“This is my show, boy.”
“Yes, Sir,” answered Billy, contrite, but not before quirking his lips in a brief, satisfied smile.
Properly positioned, hands loosely held at the crook of his back, Billy waited as Jeff laid out all of their new toys.
“Up,” said Jeff, “up, and over my knees. You need to remember who’s in charge here.”
Billy draped himself over Jeff’s legs, and Jeff parted his thighs, just enough to let Billy’s cock drop between them and then he squeezed. Ah, crap. He should’ve loosened his own belt before he started this. He puffed out a breath and let his hand play over Billy’s deliciously upturned ass. So smooth.
He brought his hand down with a crack. Watched the flesh bounce into his fingers, and again. Billy nearly purred in satisfaction and the long sigh that Jeff heard from those sweet lips spurred him on. Again, he brought his hand down, marveling at the pink that spread under his palm. Rather than flinch, Billy’s ass was rising. Rising up to meet every blow, damn near begging for it. Billy did want this. And more.
Jeff shuddered as Billy moaned and squirmed beneath his hand. Damn, he loved that he could elicit all those pretty noises from Billy’s mouth. Loved that Billy loved it.
Jeff cautiously eyed the array of newly purchased toys as he smoothed his palm over Billy’s pink ass. He reached over and plucked up the crop, slicing it in a practice arc, hearing Billy’s whimper as it whistled through the air.
Well, hell, thought Jeff, as he raised his arm to strike. In for a penny, in for a pound.
END
Explores Jeff & Billy's early relationship, when Jeff was just learning the type of BDSM that Billy wanted. Warnings for D/s, toys, spanking.
Billy had dragged him through two, now three “toy” shops and Jeff had to admit he was fascinated. Loading up a basket with plugs and lube and cuffs excited him, and he barely had time to catch his breath before Billy had moved on to the floggers and crops. Really. Billy expected this? Wanted this?
Not that he hadn’t enjoyed the things they’d done together so far. Quite the contrary, in fact. The sight of Billy between his thighs, mouth working, was almost enough to make him come and the noises he’d elicited from the boy shot straight through his spine.
But he wasn’t quite sure he was ready for this.
Billy had looked at him expectantly as he dropped a few of the implements into the basket.
“You want to go home and try some of them out?”
The subtle wiggle of Billy’s ass lead Jeff out the door as easily as a dog follows a pork chop. He pulled in a breath. Yeah, he was ready to go home.
Billy did his thing as they came through the door, removing his clothes and going to his knees. Looking up at Jeff, all shivery anticipation. Dropping his eyes again to the floor.
“Do you want to put on the boots, Sir?”
Jeff eyed the new pair of Wescos in the corner. Shit. He had to close his eyes for a minute and center himself. Even the sight of the knee-high black leather (bought at Billy’s request, of course) caused his dick to knock at the door of his zipper.
The boy sure knew how to pull on his chain. Jeff bit his lip, and remembered the things Billy had told him, remembered all the stuff he’d seen online that Billy’d referred him to, remembered who he was.
“This is my show, boy.”
“Yes, Sir,” answered Billy, contrite, but not before quirking his lips in a brief, satisfied smile.
Properly positioned, hands loosely held at the crook of his back, Billy waited as Jeff laid out all of their new toys.
“Up,” said Jeff, “up, and over my knees. You need to remember who’s in charge here.”
Billy draped himself over Jeff’s legs, and Jeff parted his thighs, just enough to let Billy’s cock drop between them and then he squeezed. Ah, crap. He should’ve loosened his own belt before he started this. He puffed out a breath and let his hand play over Billy’s deliciously upturned ass. So smooth.
He brought his hand down with a crack. Watched the flesh bounce into his fingers, and again. Billy nearly purred in satisfaction and the long sigh that Jeff heard from those sweet lips spurred him on. Again, he brought his hand down, marveling at the pink that spread under his palm. Rather than flinch, Billy’s ass was rising. Rising up to meet every blow, damn near begging for it. Billy did want this. And more.
Jeff shuddered as Billy moaned and squirmed beneath his hand. Damn, he loved that he could elicit all those pretty noises from Billy’s mouth. Loved that Billy loved it.
Jeff cautiously eyed the array of newly purchased toys as he smoothed his palm over Billy’s pink ass. He reached over and plucked up the crop, slicing it in a practice arc, hearing Billy’s whimper as it whistled through the air.
Well, hell, thought Jeff, as he raised his arm to strike. In for a penny, in for a pound.
END