FIC: Straddle The Line (1/1)
Title: Straddle The Line.
Fandom: Real People / 30 Seconds To Mars.
Characters: Jared Leto. Appearances by the rest of the band.
Pairing: Jared/OFC, Jared/Tomo.
Prompt: # 44 - Piercing. (50kinkyways)
Word Count: 5,560.
Rating: NC-17.
Warnings: BDSM (emphasis on the B/D aspect), some hints of het, cursing, slash, brief allusion to drug use
Summary: Jared's being punished until his next session. The only problem is, the band has three shows to do in that time, and he really doesn't want any of the others to find out about it. Pity they can be as persistent as he is.
Author's Notes: This takes place in the same 'verse as Losing Control, but a fair bit later down the timeline. I had hoped to be able to write the pieces in some semblance of order, but it looks like the easiest way will just be as they come to me. I don't know if this is going to stay the same throughout the series, but for the sake of this part, Matt is still with the band. Tim may appear in later parts. Don't know yet.
I also want to take a sec to thank everyone who's been commenting my fics. The past couple months have been nothing short of great for me, writing-wise, considering prior to this I was in the midst of a severe drought. People who don't write might not realize how nice it is to receive a comment as simple as someone saying they liked a fic, or how a comment can brighten a person's mood. So to everyone who's been reading and commenting, and even those who've been reading and not commenting, thank you.
A tug came on the chain, causing a delicious spark of pain and pleasure, and Jared barely held back his moan, just straightening his back and tilting his chin up, eyes focused on a spot on the far wall. He could do this. Just a little longer and a reprieve would be granted. Time seemed to stretch as silence filled the room, broken only by the sound of their breathing. The tension in the chain lessened, then grew slack, but he didn't move or alter his breaths. Sighs of relief were entirely inappropriate and he had been broken of them quickly. However, he became more and more tempted for one to slip out the longer nothing happened.
Then, without warning, the tug he had been anticipating came. It was sharp, forceful, and would have been enough to knock him off balance if his ankles hadn't been chained to the floor. As it was, his back arched sharply, hands curling around the chains attached to the cuffs around his wrists as if he needed to keep himself standing. Both chain and rings were pulled taught and even as pain flickered through his nipples, his cock twitched as that pain swiftly converted to pleasure. Finally a groan slipped out, and his head fell back on his shoulders in defeat.
"If I didn't know better I'd say you keep purposely giving in, Kitten."
The pet name was given to him not long after his training started so many months ago; she said when he was stroked just right he purred like a cat and his eyes in the dark were too vibrant to really be human.
"N-No, mistress. That would disappoint you."
"That it would."
He let out a breath as the tension finally let up, hearing the soft click of her heels as she approached. It took a moment for him to summon his strength but he managed to rock back on the balls of his feet, getting his footing back under him so he could stand straight once more. Gaze dropping, his tongue wet his lips as the small silver rings through his nipples glinted in the dim light. The piercing was always temporary, and every time he felt the needle slide through he couldn't stop his body from shuddering. One night that alone would be all it took to push him over the edge; it was only a matter of time.
Painted nails tapped on his sweaty chest, tugged gently on the thin chain that ran from one piercing to the other, and his breath caught in his throat. "You do enjoy this though, don't you, Kitten? The pain makes you feel good."
The nod that was his first response couldn't be helped as her hand moved to play with one of the rings, throat going dry. "Yes, Mistress. It makes me feel very good. You make me feel good, Mistress."
"Of course I do. I know what my Kitten likes." Her hand dropped to rub his stomach, then moved lower to curl her fingers around his cock, and it took everything in him not to arch up into the touch. Fingers ran along his jaw, slowly tilting his head up as her other hand started to stroke him at a sinfully slow pace, and he drew in a sharp breath through his nose, willing his body to behave as he slowly raised his eyes to find hers. Her lips curled into a pleased smile, hand rising to stroke back his hair. "This does require punishment, though."
He remained quiet, uncertain if she wanted him to speak and knowing it was best to stay silent in such situations. She seemed to think a moment, her eyes dropping to sweep over his body. All the while, her hand never stopped moving and his curled again around the chains as he fought desperately not to move. There was no reason to earn himself a stiffer punishment. After another minute or so her hand stopped and she unhooked the chain from the nipple rings, walking to the nearby table to put it aside to be cleaned before returning to release him from his shackles. His body hummed with pleasure, arousal, and he ignored the urge to rub his wrists, instead clasping his hands behind him once he was free, waiting.
With his eyes downcast, he could only watch her boots move from his view, and then he was fighting a shiver as he felt nails run down his back. Her body pressed up against his, soft leather and warm skin rubbing against him, and he had to close his eyes when both rings were flicked and tugged on. "You're going to be away for almost a week, aren't you?"
Her lips brushed his ear as she spoke and he couldn't help a shiver then. She was delicately plucking at his erect nipples, tongue grazing his ear, making his breathing turn ragged. "Yes, Mistress,"
"That should be a long enough time for punishment."
When she drew back and he heard her footsteps moving away he was confused, eyes opening to seek her out. "Mistress?"
She paused to look back at him and faintly smirked. "Come along, Kitten. We're done for the night."
He blinked, watching her head to the stairs, brain slow to figure out just what his punishment was to be. Looking down at his wrists as he finally rubbed them, the shiny rings caught his eye and he just stared a moment before it clicked. Eyes widening, he jerked his head up to see she had already gone upstairs, and he hurried to catch up to her, ignoring the soreness in his legs from standing relatively immobile for so long.
As the car drove from the airport to the hotel, Jared bit the inside of his cheek and fidgeted as it felt like the driver was hitting every bump and pothole in the road. He was certainly feeling each one of them.
It had been two days and he thought for sure the sensations the rings were causing would drive him mad. Just wearing a shirt was a new sort of experience. Whenever the fabric rubbed against his nipples or the rings tingles of pleasure and pain ran through his body. Luckily, the constant presence of the rings was his only punishment, and not having to hold off on orgasm as well, but it was little relief when his sensitive nipples had him in a near constant state of arousal. His brother kept looking at him as if he wanted to ask what his problem was but was afraid to, and he hoped Shannon would stay quiet for once. At least until they were somewhere private, though he wasn't so sure he would understand. The other two seemed oblivious, Matt on his cell phone and Tomo staring out the car window, tapping his foot along with whatever was playing on his iPod.
When they finally arrived at the hotel he couldn't get out of the car fast enough, grabbing his bag out of the trunk and heading inside without so much as a word to any of the others. All he wanted to do was get to his room so he could get rid of his coat and shirt, and maybe jerk off quick to relieve the pressure that had been building since that morning. He had no idea how he was going to make it through the couple of shows they had that week, or the television appearance they had the next day. Make he could tape the rings down somehow, wear a couple layers to ensure they couldn't be noticed and wouldn't be brushed as easily. Taking them out was entirely out of the question. He didn't trust that he would be able to put them back in, and he didn't want to even think about what his punishment would be for doing such a thing. It wouldn't be anything he would enjoy, that was for sure.
"Where's the fire, man?"
"What?"
His bandmate's voice pulled him out of his thoughts and he blinked, then looked over at Matt. "What are you in such a hurry for? I'm sure everything's fine. You double-checked the reservations before we left LA."
"I just want to get up to the room. I'm tired." Such a blatant lie. Even Matt knew it was a lie, he could tell by the look on his face. He'd apologize for it later.
At the front desk the woman seemed to take forever to get them checked in, or maybe it was just his growing impatience. When an arm draped across his shoulders he nearly jumped out of his skin, paranoid about his chest accidentally being brushed, and he shot Tomo a glare before he even spoke. "Hey, Shan and I are gonna go check out some of the sights. You want to --"
"No. I just want to get up to my fucking room. I don't give a shit what you three do." he snapped, snatching his room key from the woman's hand as soon as she started to hand it to him. Before either of them could say anything, he turned on his heel and stormed to the elevator, leaving them to stare at his back in bewilderment.
"God. What the fuck crawled up his ass today?"
"What crawled up who's ass?"
Shannon had finally caught up to the others and he looked from blue eyes to brown, totally confused. Matt raised a brow as he looked at the elder Leto. "Your brother. Haven't you noticed he's been more irritable than usual?"
At that he sighed. "Yeah. Yeah, I have."
"Well?"
"Well what?" Shannon met Tomo's questioning gaze, pausing to take his key from the woman at the desk and murmuring a thank you. "Hey, I don't have any more of an idea than you two do. I'm not fucking psychic."
That made the blond crack a smirk. "I don't know. Sometimes you sure seem that way."
Laughter was had as he flipped him off, the three of them heading for the elevators. Truth be told, Shannon was a little concerned about what was up with his brother, but he knew better than to ask when it was clear that Jared didn't want to talk about whatever it was. He just had to wait for his brother to come to him, or for his patience to run out.
This week was going to be absolute torture, Jared had already decided. He only hoped that the lesson wasn't going to be repeated as soon as he got back, because there was no way he would be able to stand any amount of pressure or pulling by then without dissolving into whimpers. Not that he wanted to give up, but... god, this punishment was going to break him, he swore.
The interview and appearance had gone all right. That is, until there was the fan with the sob story of how the album had helped her get through her mother's death. The poor girl was glossy-eyed just talking about it and Jared was walking over without a thought, having forgotten about the piercings for the time being. He gave her a hug, not minding when she hugged back fiercely, except for when there was the slightest bit of friction across his chest. Thankfully, he was a lot better at keeping it off his face, out of his voice, but the same couldn't be said for the rest of his body and he'd had to turn away slightly, just keeping one arm around her shoulders as the other three came over to give her a hug as well. A commercial break was shortly thereafter and he slipped off to the bathroom to adjust his jeans, splashing some cold water on himself and taking a few deep breaths.
For the show that night he originally planned to wear white but black seemed a far better choice. He could wear a tank underneath for starters, and with a dark color even if it were pulled taut across his chest the rings wouldn't show up, and certainly wouldn't in pictures. That was the last thing he needed, for a rumor to get started that he had been pierced, and then some idiot at a signing or afterward would ask him about it. As it was, it was hard enough keeping it from the guys.
He thought about putting something on his nipples to numb them, at least for the course of the show, but he was too worried about not feeling it or being aware of it if one started to come out or was tugged out somehow. Jumping into the crowd was certainly out of the question. While not all, some hands wandered as much as they could -- not that he really blamed them -- and if anyone was going to be tweaking his nipples they'd better be taking care of the resulting erection too.
Once they got started, he settled into his routine and the piercings were forgotten about for the most part. Every so often the guitar strap rubbed across or scraped against his left nipple but the tingles that shot through him were surprisingly easy to brush aside with as much adrenaline as was flowing through him. Maybe the shows wouldn't be so bad after all, it would just be all the downtime between. About halfway through when he walked back for a drink and met his brother's eyes the water bottle paused on its way to his mouth, easily reading the expression in his eyes. He knew Jared was acting weird, and he wasn't going to wait much longer before asking about it. Not what he was hoping to see, though it was of little surprise. His eyes darted away quickly and didn't meet Shannon's the rest of the night.
"Jared, wait up!"
Goddamn it. The sound of his brother's voice made him sigh and for once he just continued walking. All he had to do was make it back to the dressing room, grab his jacket, and book it to the hotel. The signing was over and he could feel his adrenaline returning to normal levels, which meant it wouldn't be long before he was once more acutely aware of the metal through his flesh. He was really hoping to be away from the other three by the time that happened.
A firm hand latched onto his shoulder, pulling him back a little so he slowed, but he just shrugged it off and shot a dark glare at his brother. Couldn't he see he wanted to be left alone? "What?"
The hand again found his shoulder and he again shrugged it off. "What's up with you, bro?"
"Nothing,"
"Bullshit." Shannon was quiet until they got to the dressing room, where he stopped Jared from shutting the door on him and forced his way inside, locking it behind him so they couldn't be disturbed. "Out with it. You've been acting funny since before we left and it's only gotten worse. Now what the hell is wrong?"
He continued to try to ignore his brother, until Shannon grabbed him by the arm to turn him around, and he just shoved at his chest in return, glaring. "Don't fucking worry about it. I'm fine."
"You are not. Something's bothering you or just... I don't know. But I know it's something. ...Damn it, Jared. Fucking talk to me." He tugged him back when he tried to move away and Jared shoved his hands off of him, practically growling.
"Leave me the fuck alone, Shannon. It's none of your fucking business, all right? So back the fuck off." Grabbing his jacket before he could be stopped this time, he shot his brother a hard glare when he started to reach for him again. "This conversation is over. Let it fucking go."
Jared barely registered the walk through the venue, only picking up when he was outside at the stark temperature change. He shivered hard, cursing to himself as his nipples perked to attention, sweat dampened clothing making his skin cold, and he hurried to shrug on his jacket as he waved down a taxi. What he really wanted to do was walk back to the hotel to clear his head but in his current state, he didn't think that was the best idea. Growling the destination at the driver, he slumped down in the seat, glaring at nothing in particular.
Maybe the piercings wouldn't drive him mad by the end of the week. Perhaps his brother's persistence would do that instead.
"What do you mean you want me to go talk to him?"
Tomo was staring at the elder Leto as if he just asked him to go face a fire-breathing dragon. Which, he supposed, wasn't that inaccurate lately. "If he's not talking to you what makes you think he's going to talk to me, other than to bite my head off?"
"Maybe he just doesn't want to talk to me about whatever it is for some reason. It's not like you two aren't close." At the look Tomo was giving him, Shannon rolled his eyes and stood up, walking over to put his hands on the younger man's shoulders. "Come on, man. Something is seriously up with him and we've got to figure it out somehow."
Brown eyes that were almost pleading stared up into his and finally he gave a heavy sigh. When he could see the concern so clearly in Shannon's eyes he couldn't really say no. "Fine, fine. But you fucking owe me."
"Yeah, whatever." Making a vague gesture, the drummer turned to retrieve the spare key he had gotten for his brother's room. With as distracted and irritable as Jared had been lately, he knew he wouldn't even notice it was missing. He handed it off to Tomo and gave him a little shove toward the door. "Go on, go."
"Jesus, I'm going. I'm going."
A hiss filled the room once all his clothes were shed and Jared dropped down on the end of the bed. He needed to shower before sleeping, he knew that, but first he needed to release the knot of pleasure coiled in his gut. The heat had been turned low so the room was cool, not cold, and the air against his skin was like a gentle caress, helping him unwind. It was dark, the only light what little the moon provided, and that was how he wanted it. In the dark he could pretend he was somewhere else, pretend his hands were someone else's.
His eyes fluttered shut at the first brush of his fingers over one of the rings and he let out a slow breath, just feeling his nipples for a few moments. They felt a little sore, more than tender, yet it wasn't a bad kind of soreness. This was a punishment, there was no question, but at the same time, it wasn't horrible to endure. He wouldn't want to go through it again, but it did have its upsides.
As one hand slid down his chest, he laid back on the bed, spreading his legs, feet flat on the carpet. Curling his other arm underneath him, he explored his body with the other, breathing through his mouth as his fingers danced across his heated skin. He teased himself until he couldn't take it any longer, stroking his inner thighs, moving back up to feel the muscles of his abdomen, quiet moans and sighs falling from his open mouth. Finally, he turned his hand to graze his knuckles along the length of his cock, taking in a deep breath and letting it out through his nose. He lightly scraped his short nails along the sensitive flesh and imagined they were her nails, imagined his wrists were bound beneath him and he was spread for her, waiting for whatever she saw fit to do to him. Her touch drove him crazy yet at the same time, he craved it. When he used to play with handcuffs occasionally, he thought he knew what it was like to know the pleasure of giving up control. Now he really knew, and he loved it. It was almost better than being the one in charge. But that was a different sort of pleasure. To have the illusion of control but being honed in on his partner's reactions, what was giving them the most pleasure, to give them what they wanted while at the same time giving himself pleasure. He did miss that sometimes, when he had droughts where his only sexual encounters were with her.
He had his cock in his hand now, other arm free and that hand toying with one of the rings, making his back arch and his head press back against the mattress. When they finally were removed he wondered if that would draw a sudden release from him, the way the sudden loss of a vibrator could pull one out of him when he didn't even realize he was balancing on the edge. His lips curled as his thoughts wandered, until something seemed off.
It took him a moment but then he gradually felt it, the sense of being watched, and his eyes snapped open. He knew he locked the door, and wouldn't he have heard... his thoughts halted when he made out a form in the darkness, for a moment mistaking it for his brother and getting ready to cuss him out. Then hair moved and he drew in a breath. Not Shannon.
For a long moment they just stared at each other, or at least, he stared at the guitarist, at a loss. This was the last way he expected any of the others to find out about the piercings. When the other took an uncertain step forward, putting him in the moonlight, it took only a moment for Jared to notice the way his jeans pulled across his groin. Perhaps this wasn't such a bad thing after all.
"How long have you been standing there?"
His voice was low, heated, and he almost smirked when he saw Tomo wet his lips.
"I... not very. I just -- Shannon wanted me to --"
"You act like you've never seen me naked before, Tomo."
"It's just... your nipples. You got them pierced."
"Just temporarily. Do you want to touch them?" Even with the distance between them, he could see how the guitarist's eyes darkened and it sent a thrill through him. "Come here, Tomo."
"But..."
"I said come here, Tomislav."
There was a firm edge to his voice this time and he took his hands off himself to rest back on his elbows. He watched Tomo slowly walk over, watched how his eyes kept wandering from Jared's face down to his nipples, then further down, only to focus back up on the shiny rings. Without a word, he knelt and that alone was enough to make Jared's cock twitch. God, how many times had he thought about the guitarist on his knees before him, that dirty mouth of his on his body, that wicked tongue working over his cock? The four had few secrets about their sexual prowess between them, and it was well known how skilled the Croatian was with that tongue of his.
A hand reached out and it hovered over his chest, as if undecided, before finally brushing over one of the rings. The tingle of pleasure was immediate and Jared couldn't keep back a quiet noise. Brown eyes that held curiosity as well as arousal met his before returning to his chest and the ring was brushed again, and then experimentally tugged on. He tried to stay quiet that time but when both hands were put to use he gave up, back arching and groaning low in his throat. "Fuck, Tomo..."
"Why did you get them pierced?"
"Doesn't matter."
Heavy-lidded eyes saw the desire to question on his face but he was happy when he let it go. "Is this why you've been acting weird all week?"
"Mmhmm... oh God..." His head dropped back when Tomo leaned forward, hair brushing his chest before warm breath brushed over one sensitive nipple, and he tensed up in anticipation. That tongue from his dreams first poked at, then delicately flicked the ring, and he shuddered when lips closed around his nipple, tongue teasing both the ring and his skin. He could feel the scratch of fabric against his cock and arched his hips to try and rub up against Tomo, finally cracking a smirk at the quiet groan he heard, but then it was his turn to groan when fingers played with his other nipple.
Shifting his weight to one arm, he tangled the fingers of one hand in Tomo's thick hair, arching up into his touch. With the way his body was tingling, he knew he wasn't going to be able to hold off on release much longer, not with Tomo's mouth on his skin, his chest rubbing against his cock. His eyes fluttered open and he looked down at the guitarist when he stopped playing with his nipples, their eyes equally dark with lust. "You stopped."
Fabric rubbed in a pleasure/pain sensation against his cock as Tomo leaned up further so their lips brushed, practically nose to nose. "Do you want to cum on me, or in me, Jared?"
"Fucking hell, Tomo..." Hand tightening in his hair, he pulled him across that last tiny bit of distance so they could kiss, tasting his own sweat but more than that tasting the other man. He tasted spicy, earthy almost, and Jared only broke from the kiss when fingers grazed his cock. "Suck me off. I've wanted to find out just how well you work that tongue for too damn long."
Tomo chuckled low as a smirk danced on his lips, the sound pulling at something deep inside of Jared, and he sat back on his heels after shaking his hair free. Wetting his lips, blue eyes were glued to the younger man, determined to watch as long as he could keep his eyes open. If this never happened again, he wanted to be able to remember it clearly. Heated brown eyes met his, lips pursing a moment, before they turned their attention to his aching cock.
Just the first touch of tongue made him draw in a breath, hands curling in the bed sheets. That pink tongue swirled around his head, licking up what precum had leaked out, then ran up and down the length of him in a few long, slow strokes. Tomo's hair brushed his thighs as he moved and it was a surprisingly erotic sensation, making Jared spread his legs even more. He was rewarded by hands sliding up the insides of his thighs, coming to rest just shy of his hips. The tongue swirled around his head once more before lips parted and he found his head dropping back as his cock was slowly encased in moist heat.
He gave up on supporting himself, just laying back on the bed, both hands going down to stroke over Tomo's hair, almost petting him. His movements were slow and teasing, up and down, taking a little more each time and not stopping when Jared's cock hit the back of his throat, continuing his movements until his lips wrapped around the base of his cock. By then Jared was practically mewling, a hand curling and uncurling in his long tresses, other hand clutching onto a shoulder. "Teeth, I like... oh God..." His body arched up off the bed as Tomo delicately ran his teeth along his cock as he slowly pulled back to suck just on the head. The younger man's hands went to his hips, pushing them back down on the bed, making him squirm. He repeated the same procedure once more, nails lightly digging into Jared's skin when he tried to arch up again, and as the teeth tugged he swore they were tugging him over the edge.
There was only time to pull on Tomo's hair and let out a choked cry before he was cumming, body shuddering with the force of his release. The other man didn't miss a beat, taking him in partway as he swallowed, tongue stroking the underside of his cock as if trying to draw the cum out of him. By the time he was through shaking Jared could only relax against the bed, panting, hand loosening enough to absently play with the hair between his fingers.
After a minute or two, he felt the bed move but couldn't find the strength to open his eyes immediately. Slightly swollen lips met his and he tilted his head up to encourage the kiss, his tongue flicking out to lap at Tomo's lips, groaning at the familiar taste of himself. A warm hand cupped the side of his face as they shared a deep kiss, tongues tangling, sharing the taste of him. His eyes fluttered open, taking a moment to focus, and he brought a hand up to wipe at the side of Tomo's mouth, catching what little had dripped out.
He moaned quietly around his fingers when one of his nipples was played with, stopping the cleaning of his skin to lightly swat the hand away. "Just let me enjoy not being aroused for a few minutes, please."
"You need to keep those clean, you know."
"And with something other than saliva, Tomo."
The two shared a look, the guitarist's hand resting on his chest as he turned to look toward the bathroom, and without a word he got up from the bed. Though it was too soon for him to get aroused again, Jared breathlessly laughed when a shirt was thrown in his face, flinging it away in Tomo's general direction as he made a face. "God, when was the last time you did laundry?"
His only response was to flip him off, and Jared let out a content sigh when he heard the shower start a few moments later. "You can't tell anyone about the piercings, Tomo. I mean it."
"I'm sure you can come up with some incentive for me to stay quiet, Jared."
Absently stroking his chest, he had to chuckle to himself. Oh, he could think of a few things...
Shannon couldn't help but stare. Was his brother laughing? Not that it wasn't good to see him doing something other than glaring and looking in a foul mood but it was quite the change from how he was the night before. "Tome, I told you to talk to him, not share a joint with him."
"Oh fuck you, Shan,"
"Gonna join us for breakfast, bro? Matty's on his way down."
He just stared at his brother, whose smile started to fade a little around the edges but didn't totally disappear. Those blue eyes gave him nothing though, no answer to his change in mood, and after another minute Shannon threw his hands in the air. "Yeah, yeah, of course. I'm fuckin' starving."
The smile brightened again and he couldn't help but to smile back. God his brother drove him nuts sometimes. When Tomo drifted away when he saw Matt get off the elevator Shannon stepped in closer to his brother, draping an arm around his shoulders, and he knew he wasn't imagining it when he stiffened up a little. "Are you gonna tell me what's up with you?"
"That's what you sent Tomo to find out."
His gaze flicked over to the guitarist, then back at his brother. "Is he going to tell me what"s up with you?"
"Nope." A shit-eating grin spread across Jared's face and he reached up to ruffle Shannon's hair. "Nice try, though."
"I'm gonna fucking kick your ass, J, I swear to God."
It would have been a little more of a threat if he wasn't joining in his brother's laughter, following his lead out of the hotel. He had an inkling of what might be bothering Jared, but he tried not to make assumptions when it came to his brother. Every question had infinite answers, it seemed, when it came to him. He would find out though, eventually.
Fandom: Real People / 30 Seconds To Mars.
Characters: Jared Leto. Appearances by the rest of the band.
Pairing: Jared/OFC, Jared/Tomo.
Prompt: # 44 - Piercing. (50kinkyways)
Word Count: 5,560.
Rating: NC-17.
Warnings: BDSM (emphasis on the B/D aspect), some hints of het, cursing, slash, brief allusion to drug use
Summary: Jared's being punished until his next session. The only problem is, the band has three shows to do in that time, and he really doesn't want any of the others to find out about it. Pity they can be as persistent as he is.
Author's Notes: This takes place in the same 'verse as Losing Control, but a fair bit later down the timeline. I had hoped to be able to write the pieces in some semblance of order, but it looks like the easiest way will just be as they come to me. I don't know if this is going to stay the same throughout the series, but for the sake of this part, Matt is still with the band. Tim may appear in later parts. Don't know yet.
I also want to take a sec to thank everyone who's been commenting my fics. The past couple months have been nothing short of great for me, writing-wise, considering prior to this I was in the midst of a severe drought. People who don't write might not realize how nice it is to receive a comment as simple as someone saying they liked a fic, or how a comment can brighten a person's mood. So to everyone who's been reading and commenting, and even those who've been reading and not commenting, thank you.
A tug came on the chain, causing a delicious spark of pain and pleasure, and Jared barely held back his moan, just straightening his back and tilting his chin up, eyes focused on a spot on the far wall. He could do this. Just a little longer and a reprieve would be granted. Time seemed to stretch as silence filled the room, broken only by the sound of their breathing. The tension in the chain lessened, then grew slack, but he didn't move or alter his breaths. Sighs of relief were entirely inappropriate and he had been broken of them quickly. However, he became more and more tempted for one to slip out the longer nothing happened.
Then, without warning, the tug he had been anticipating came. It was sharp, forceful, and would have been enough to knock him off balance if his ankles hadn't been chained to the floor. As it was, his back arched sharply, hands curling around the chains attached to the cuffs around his wrists as if he needed to keep himself standing. Both chain and rings were pulled taught and even as pain flickered through his nipples, his cock twitched as that pain swiftly converted to pleasure. Finally a groan slipped out, and his head fell back on his shoulders in defeat.
"If I didn't know better I'd say you keep purposely giving in, Kitten."
The pet name was given to him not long after his training started so many months ago; she said when he was stroked just right he purred like a cat and his eyes in the dark were too vibrant to really be human.
"N-No, mistress. That would disappoint you."
"That it would."
He let out a breath as the tension finally let up, hearing the soft click of her heels as she approached. It took a moment for him to summon his strength but he managed to rock back on the balls of his feet, getting his footing back under him so he could stand straight once more. Gaze dropping, his tongue wet his lips as the small silver rings through his nipples glinted in the dim light. The piercing was always temporary, and every time he felt the needle slide through he couldn't stop his body from shuddering. One night that alone would be all it took to push him over the edge; it was only a matter of time.
Painted nails tapped on his sweaty chest, tugged gently on the thin chain that ran from one piercing to the other, and his breath caught in his throat. "You do enjoy this though, don't you, Kitten? The pain makes you feel good."
The nod that was his first response couldn't be helped as her hand moved to play with one of the rings, throat going dry. "Yes, Mistress. It makes me feel very good. You make me feel good, Mistress."
"Of course I do. I know what my Kitten likes." Her hand dropped to rub his stomach, then moved lower to curl her fingers around his cock, and it took everything in him not to arch up into the touch. Fingers ran along his jaw, slowly tilting his head up as her other hand started to stroke him at a sinfully slow pace, and he drew in a sharp breath through his nose, willing his body to behave as he slowly raised his eyes to find hers. Her lips curled into a pleased smile, hand rising to stroke back his hair. "This does require punishment, though."
He remained quiet, uncertain if she wanted him to speak and knowing it was best to stay silent in such situations. She seemed to think a moment, her eyes dropping to sweep over his body. All the while, her hand never stopped moving and his curled again around the chains as he fought desperately not to move. There was no reason to earn himself a stiffer punishment. After another minute or so her hand stopped and she unhooked the chain from the nipple rings, walking to the nearby table to put it aside to be cleaned before returning to release him from his shackles. His body hummed with pleasure, arousal, and he ignored the urge to rub his wrists, instead clasping his hands behind him once he was free, waiting.
With his eyes downcast, he could only watch her boots move from his view, and then he was fighting a shiver as he felt nails run down his back. Her body pressed up against his, soft leather and warm skin rubbing against him, and he had to close his eyes when both rings were flicked and tugged on. "You're going to be away for almost a week, aren't you?"
Her lips brushed his ear as she spoke and he couldn't help a shiver then. She was delicately plucking at his erect nipples, tongue grazing his ear, making his breathing turn ragged. "Yes, Mistress,"
"That should be a long enough time for punishment."
When she drew back and he heard her footsteps moving away he was confused, eyes opening to seek her out. "Mistress?"
She paused to look back at him and faintly smirked. "Come along, Kitten. We're done for the night."
He blinked, watching her head to the stairs, brain slow to figure out just what his punishment was to be. Looking down at his wrists as he finally rubbed them, the shiny rings caught his eye and he just stared a moment before it clicked. Eyes widening, he jerked his head up to see she had already gone upstairs, and he hurried to catch up to her, ignoring the soreness in his legs from standing relatively immobile for so long.
As the car drove from the airport to the hotel, Jared bit the inside of his cheek and fidgeted as it felt like the driver was hitting every bump and pothole in the road. He was certainly feeling each one of them.
It had been two days and he thought for sure the sensations the rings were causing would drive him mad. Just wearing a shirt was a new sort of experience. Whenever the fabric rubbed against his nipples or the rings tingles of pleasure and pain ran through his body. Luckily, the constant presence of the rings was his only punishment, and not having to hold off on orgasm as well, but it was little relief when his sensitive nipples had him in a near constant state of arousal. His brother kept looking at him as if he wanted to ask what his problem was but was afraid to, and he hoped Shannon would stay quiet for once. At least until they were somewhere private, though he wasn't so sure he would understand. The other two seemed oblivious, Matt on his cell phone and Tomo staring out the car window, tapping his foot along with whatever was playing on his iPod.
When they finally arrived at the hotel he couldn't get out of the car fast enough, grabbing his bag out of the trunk and heading inside without so much as a word to any of the others. All he wanted to do was get to his room so he could get rid of his coat and shirt, and maybe jerk off quick to relieve the pressure that had been building since that morning. He had no idea how he was going to make it through the couple of shows they had that week, or the television appearance they had the next day. Make he could tape the rings down somehow, wear a couple layers to ensure they couldn't be noticed and wouldn't be brushed as easily. Taking them out was entirely out of the question. He didn't trust that he would be able to put them back in, and he didn't want to even think about what his punishment would be for doing such a thing. It wouldn't be anything he would enjoy, that was for sure.
"Where's the fire, man?"
"What?"
His bandmate's voice pulled him out of his thoughts and he blinked, then looked over at Matt. "What are you in such a hurry for? I'm sure everything's fine. You double-checked the reservations before we left LA."
"I just want to get up to the room. I'm tired." Such a blatant lie. Even Matt knew it was a lie, he could tell by the look on his face. He'd apologize for it later.
At the front desk the woman seemed to take forever to get them checked in, or maybe it was just his growing impatience. When an arm draped across his shoulders he nearly jumped out of his skin, paranoid about his chest accidentally being brushed, and he shot Tomo a glare before he even spoke. "Hey, Shan and I are gonna go check out some of the sights. You want to --"
"No. I just want to get up to my fucking room. I don't give a shit what you three do." he snapped, snatching his room key from the woman's hand as soon as she started to hand it to him. Before either of them could say anything, he turned on his heel and stormed to the elevator, leaving them to stare at his back in bewilderment.
"God. What the fuck crawled up his ass today?"
"What crawled up who's ass?"
Shannon had finally caught up to the others and he looked from blue eyes to brown, totally confused. Matt raised a brow as he looked at the elder Leto. "Your brother. Haven't you noticed he's been more irritable than usual?"
At that he sighed. "Yeah. Yeah, I have."
"Well?"
"Well what?" Shannon met Tomo's questioning gaze, pausing to take his key from the woman at the desk and murmuring a thank you. "Hey, I don't have any more of an idea than you two do. I'm not fucking psychic."
That made the blond crack a smirk. "I don't know. Sometimes you sure seem that way."
Laughter was had as he flipped him off, the three of them heading for the elevators. Truth be told, Shannon was a little concerned about what was up with his brother, but he knew better than to ask when it was clear that Jared didn't want to talk about whatever it was. He just had to wait for his brother to come to him, or for his patience to run out.
This week was going to be absolute torture, Jared had already decided. He only hoped that the lesson wasn't going to be repeated as soon as he got back, because there was no way he would be able to stand any amount of pressure or pulling by then without dissolving into whimpers. Not that he wanted to give up, but... god, this punishment was going to break him, he swore.
The interview and appearance had gone all right. That is, until there was the fan with the sob story of how the album had helped her get through her mother's death. The poor girl was glossy-eyed just talking about it and Jared was walking over without a thought, having forgotten about the piercings for the time being. He gave her a hug, not minding when she hugged back fiercely, except for when there was the slightest bit of friction across his chest. Thankfully, he was a lot better at keeping it off his face, out of his voice, but the same couldn't be said for the rest of his body and he'd had to turn away slightly, just keeping one arm around her shoulders as the other three came over to give her a hug as well. A commercial break was shortly thereafter and he slipped off to the bathroom to adjust his jeans, splashing some cold water on himself and taking a few deep breaths.
For the show that night he originally planned to wear white but black seemed a far better choice. He could wear a tank underneath for starters, and with a dark color even if it were pulled taut across his chest the rings wouldn't show up, and certainly wouldn't in pictures. That was the last thing he needed, for a rumor to get started that he had been pierced, and then some idiot at a signing or afterward would ask him about it. As it was, it was hard enough keeping it from the guys.
He thought about putting something on his nipples to numb them, at least for the course of the show, but he was too worried about not feeling it or being aware of it if one started to come out or was tugged out somehow. Jumping into the crowd was certainly out of the question. While not all, some hands wandered as much as they could -- not that he really blamed them -- and if anyone was going to be tweaking his nipples they'd better be taking care of the resulting erection too.
Once they got started, he settled into his routine and the piercings were forgotten about for the most part. Every so often the guitar strap rubbed across or scraped against his left nipple but the tingles that shot through him were surprisingly easy to brush aside with as much adrenaline as was flowing through him. Maybe the shows wouldn't be so bad after all, it would just be all the downtime between. About halfway through when he walked back for a drink and met his brother's eyes the water bottle paused on its way to his mouth, easily reading the expression in his eyes. He knew Jared was acting weird, and he wasn't going to wait much longer before asking about it. Not what he was hoping to see, though it was of little surprise. His eyes darted away quickly and didn't meet Shannon's the rest of the night.
"Jared, wait up!"
Goddamn it. The sound of his brother's voice made him sigh and for once he just continued walking. All he had to do was make it back to the dressing room, grab his jacket, and book it to the hotel. The signing was over and he could feel his adrenaline returning to normal levels, which meant it wouldn't be long before he was once more acutely aware of the metal through his flesh. He was really hoping to be away from the other three by the time that happened.
A firm hand latched onto his shoulder, pulling him back a little so he slowed, but he just shrugged it off and shot a dark glare at his brother. Couldn't he see he wanted to be left alone? "What?"
The hand again found his shoulder and he again shrugged it off. "What's up with you, bro?"
"Nothing,"
"Bullshit." Shannon was quiet until they got to the dressing room, where he stopped Jared from shutting the door on him and forced his way inside, locking it behind him so they couldn't be disturbed. "Out with it. You've been acting funny since before we left and it's only gotten worse. Now what the hell is wrong?"
He continued to try to ignore his brother, until Shannon grabbed him by the arm to turn him around, and he just shoved at his chest in return, glaring. "Don't fucking worry about it. I'm fine."
"You are not. Something's bothering you or just... I don't know. But I know it's something. ...Damn it, Jared. Fucking talk to me." He tugged him back when he tried to move away and Jared shoved his hands off of him, practically growling.
"Leave me the fuck alone, Shannon. It's none of your fucking business, all right? So back the fuck off." Grabbing his jacket before he could be stopped this time, he shot his brother a hard glare when he started to reach for him again. "This conversation is over. Let it fucking go."
Jared barely registered the walk through the venue, only picking up when he was outside at the stark temperature change. He shivered hard, cursing to himself as his nipples perked to attention, sweat dampened clothing making his skin cold, and he hurried to shrug on his jacket as he waved down a taxi. What he really wanted to do was walk back to the hotel to clear his head but in his current state, he didn't think that was the best idea. Growling the destination at the driver, he slumped down in the seat, glaring at nothing in particular.
Maybe the piercings wouldn't drive him mad by the end of the week. Perhaps his brother's persistence would do that instead.
"What do you mean you want me to go talk to him?"
Tomo was staring at the elder Leto as if he just asked him to go face a fire-breathing dragon. Which, he supposed, wasn't that inaccurate lately. "If he's not talking to you what makes you think he's going to talk to me, other than to bite my head off?"
"Maybe he just doesn't want to talk to me about whatever it is for some reason. It's not like you two aren't close." At the look Tomo was giving him, Shannon rolled his eyes and stood up, walking over to put his hands on the younger man's shoulders. "Come on, man. Something is seriously up with him and we've got to figure it out somehow."
Brown eyes that were almost pleading stared up into his and finally he gave a heavy sigh. When he could see the concern so clearly in Shannon's eyes he couldn't really say no. "Fine, fine. But you fucking owe me."
"Yeah, whatever." Making a vague gesture, the drummer turned to retrieve the spare key he had gotten for his brother's room. With as distracted and irritable as Jared had been lately, he knew he wouldn't even notice it was missing. He handed it off to Tomo and gave him a little shove toward the door. "Go on, go."
"Jesus, I'm going. I'm going."
A hiss filled the room once all his clothes were shed and Jared dropped down on the end of the bed. He needed to shower before sleeping, he knew that, but first he needed to release the knot of pleasure coiled in his gut. The heat had been turned low so the room was cool, not cold, and the air against his skin was like a gentle caress, helping him unwind. It was dark, the only light what little the moon provided, and that was how he wanted it. In the dark he could pretend he was somewhere else, pretend his hands were someone else's.
His eyes fluttered shut at the first brush of his fingers over one of the rings and he let out a slow breath, just feeling his nipples for a few moments. They felt a little sore, more than tender, yet it wasn't a bad kind of soreness. This was a punishment, there was no question, but at the same time, it wasn't horrible to endure. He wouldn't want to go through it again, but it did have its upsides.
As one hand slid down his chest, he laid back on the bed, spreading his legs, feet flat on the carpet. Curling his other arm underneath him, he explored his body with the other, breathing through his mouth as his fingers danced across his heated skin. He teased himself until he couldn't take it any longer, stroking his inner thighs, moving back up to feel the muscles of his abdomen, quiet moans and sighs falling from his open mouth. Finally, he turned his hand to graze his knuckles along the length of his cock, taking in a deep breath and letting it out through his nose. He lightly scraped his short nails along the sensitive flesh and imagined they were her nails, imagined his wrists were bound beneath him and he was spread for her, waiting for whatever she saw fit to do to him. Her touch drove him crazy yet at the same time, he craved it. When he used to play with handcuffs occasionally, he thought he knew what it was like to know the pleasure of giving up control. Now he really knew, and he loved it. It was almost better than being the one in charge. But that was a different sort of pleasure. To have the illusion of control but being honed in on his partner's reactions, what was giving them the most pleasure, to give them what they wanted while at the same time giving himself pleasure. He did miss that sometimes, when he had droughts where his only sexual encounters were with her.
He had his cock in his hand now, other arm free and that hand toying with one of the rings, making his back arch and his head press back against the mattress. When they finally were removed he wondered if that would draw a sudden release from him, the way the sudden loss of a vibrator could pull one out of him when he didn't even realize he was balancing on the edge. His lips curled as his thoughts wandered, until something seemed off.
It took him a moment but then he gradually felt it, the sense of being watched, and his eyes snapped open. He knew he locked the door, and wouldn't he have heard... his thoughts halted when he made out a form in the darkness, for a moment mistaking it for his brother and getting ready to cuss him out. Then hair moved and he drew in a breath. Not Shannon.
For a long moment they just stared at each other, or at least, he stared at the guitarist, at a loss. This was the last way he expected any of the others to find out about the piercings. When the other took an uncertain step forward, putting him in the moonlight, it took only a moment for Jared to notice the way his jeans pulled across his groin. Perhaps this wasn't such a bad thing after all.
"How long have you been standing there?"
His voice was low, heated, and he almost smirked when he saw Tomo wet his lips.
"I... not very. I just -- Shannon wanted me to --"
"You act like you've never seen me naked before, Tomo."
"It's just... your nipples. You got them pierced."
"Just temporarily. Do you want to touch them?" Even with the distance between them, he could see how the guitarist's eyes darkened and it sent a thrill through him. "Come here, Tomo."
"But..."
"I said come here, Tomislav."
There was a firm edge to his voice this time and he took his hands off himself to rest back on his elbows. He watched Tomo slowly walk over, watched how his eyes kept wandering from Jared's face down to his nipples, then further down, only to focus back up on the shiny rings. Without a word, he knelt and that alone was enough to make Jared's cock twitch. God, how many times had he thought about the guitarist on his knees before him, that dirty mouth of his on his body, that wicked tongue working over his cock? The four had few secrets about their sexual prowess between them, and it was well known how skilled the Croatian was with that tongue of his.
A hand reached out and it hovered over his chest, as if undecided, before finally brushing over one of the rings. The tingle of pleasure was immediate and Jared couldn't keep back a quiet noise. Brown eyes that held curiosity as well as arousal met his before returning to his chest and the ring was brushed again, and then experimentally tugged on. He tried to stay quiet that time but when both hands were put to use he gave up, back arching and groaning low in his throat. "Fuck, Tomo..."
"Why did you get them pierced?"
"Doesn't matter."
Heavy-lidded eyes saw the desire to question on his face but he was happy when he let it go. "Is this why you've been acting weird all week?"
"Mmhmm... oh God..." His head dropped back when Tomo leaned forward, hair brushing his chest before warm breath brushed over one sensitive nipple, and he tensed up in anticipation. That tongue from his dreams first poked at, then delicately flicked the ring, and he shuddered when lips closed around his nipple, tongue teasing both the ring and his skin. He could feel the scratch of fabric against his cock and arched his hips to try and rub up against Tomo, finally cracking a smirk at the quiet groan he heard, but then it was his turn to groan when fingers played with his other nipple.
Shifting his weight to one arm, he tangled the fingers of one hand in Tomo's thick hair, arching up into his touch. With the way his body was tingling, he knew he wasn't going to be able to hold off on release much longer, not with Tomo's mouth on his skin, his chest rubbing against his cock. His eyes fluttered open and he looked down at the guitarist when he stopped playing with his nipples, their eyes equally dark with lust. "You stopped."
Fabric rubbed in a pleasure/pain sensation against his cock as Tomo leaned up further so their lips brushed, practically nose to nose. "Do you want to cum on me, or in me, Jared?"
"Fucking hell, Tomo..." Hand tightening in his hair, he pulled him across that last tiny bit of distance so they could kiss, tasting his own sweat but more than that tasting the other man. He tasted spicy, earthy almost, and Jared only broke from the kiss when fingers grazed his cock. "Suck me off. I've wanted to find out just how well you work that tongue for too damn long."
Tomo chuckled low as a smirk danced on his lips, the sound pulling at something deep inside of Jared, and he sat back on his heels after shaking his hair free. Wetting his lips, blue eyes were glued to the younger man, determined to watch as long as he could keep his eyes open. If this never happened again, he wanted to be able to remember it clearly. Heated brown eyes met his, lips pursing a moment, before they turned their attention to his aching cock.
Just the first touch of tongue made him draw in a breath, hands curling in the bed sheets. That pink tongue swirled around his head, licking up what precum had leaked out, then ran up and down the length of him in a few long, slow strokes. Tomo's hair brushed his thighs as he moved and it was a surprisingly erotic sensation, making Jared spread his legs even more. He was rewarded by hands sliding up the insides of his thighs, coming to rest just shy of his hips. The tongue swirled around his head once more before lips parted and he found his head dropping back as his cock was slowly encased in moist heat.
He gave up on supporting himself, just laying back on the bed, both hands going down to stroke over Tomo's hair, almost petting him. His movements were slow and teasing, up and down, taking a little more each time and not stopping when Jared's cock hit the back of his throat, continuing his movements until his lips wrapped around the base of his cock. By then Jared was practically mewling, a hand curling and uncurling in his long tresses, other hand clutching onto a shoulder. "Teeth, I like... oh God..." His body arched up off the bed as Tomo delicately ran his teeth along his cock as he slowly pulled back to suck just on the head. The younger man's hands went to his hips, pushing them back down on the bed, making him squirm. He repeated the same procedure once more, nails lightly digging into Jared's skin when he tried to arch up again, and as the teeth tugged he swore they were tugging him over the edge.
There was only time to pull on Tomo's hair and let out a choked cry before he was cumming, body shuddering with the force of his release. The other man didn't miss a beat, taking him in partway as he swallowed, tongue stroking the underside of his cock as if trying to draw the cum out of him. By the time he was through shaking Jared could only relax against the bed, panting, hand loosening enough to absently play with the hair between his fingers.
After a minute or two, he felt the bed move but couldn't find the strength to open his eyes immediately. Slightly swollen lips met his and he tilted his head up to encourage the kiss, his tongue flicking out to lap at Tomo's lips, groaning at the familiar taste of himself. A warm hand cupped the side of his face as they shared a deep kiss, tongues tangling, sharing the taste of him. His eyes fluttered open, taking a moment to focus, and he brought a hand up to wipe at the side of Tomo's mouth, catching what little had dripped out.
He moaned quietly around his fingers when one of his nipples was played with, stopping the cleaning of his skin to lightly swat the hand away. "Just let me enjoy not being aroused for a few minutes, please."
"You need to keep those clean, you know."
"And with something other than saliva, Tomo."
The two shared a look, the guitarist's hand resting on his chest as he turned to look toward the bathroom, and without a word he got up from the bed. Though it was too soon for him to get aroused again, Jared breathlessly laughed when a shirt was thrown in his face, flinging it away in Tomo's general direction as he made a face. "God, when was the last time you did laundry?"
His only response was to flip him off, and Jared let out a content sigh when he heard the shower start a few moments later. "You can't tell anyone about the piercings, Tomo. I mean it."
"I'm sure you can come up with some incentive for me to stay quiet, Jared."
Absently stroking his chest, he had to chuckle to himself. Oh, he could think of a few things...
Shannon couldn't help but stare. Was his brother laughing? Not that it wasn't good to see him doing something other than glaring and looking in a foul mood but it was quite the change from how he was the night before. "Tome, I told you to talk to him, not share a joint with him."
"Oh fuck you, Shan,"
"Gonna join us for breakfast, bro? Matty's on his way down."
He just stared at his brother, whose smile started to fade a little around the edges but didn't totally disappear. Those blue eyes gave him nothing though, no answer to his change in mood, and after another minute Shannon threw his hands in the air. "Yeah, yeah, of course. I'm fuckin' starving."
The smile brightened again and he couldn't help but to smile back. God his brother drove him nuts sometimes. When Tomo drifted away when he saw Matt get off the elevator Shannon stepped in closer to his brother, draping an arm around his shoulders, and he knew he wasn't imagining it when he stiffened up a little. "Are you gonna tell me what's up with you?"
"That's what you sent Tomo to find out."
His gaze flicked over to the guitarist, then back at his brother. "Is he going to tell me what"s up with you?"
"Nope." A shit-eating grin spread across Jared's face and he reached up to ruffle Shannon's hair. "Nice try, though."
"I'm gonna fucking kick your ass, J, I swear to God."
It would have been a little more of a threat if he wasn't joining in his brother's laughter, following his lead out of the hotel. He had an inkling of what might be bothering Jared, but he tried not to make assumptions when it came to his brother. Every question had infinite answers, it seemed, when it came to him. He would find out though, eventually.