Paramour for hangthemj
Author: ashedrake
Title: Paramour
Recipient: hangthemj
Skaters/Pairings: Johnny Weir/Evan Lysacek
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 3600
Warnings: dubcon - mild consent issues.
Prompt: Johnny/Evan, Evan is Johnny's sex slave AU
Disclaimer: The events portrayed in this story are fictional and do not reflect on the actual people written about.
Summary: Johnny suspects he may have inadvertently invited some frat boy into his house. Either that or Batman.
Johnny hadn’t planned on it, that’s for sure. He was just meeting up with Paris for a late lunch and to complain about his lack of sex life, never mind any life outside of skating, and Paris (who is a good and loyal friend and who will listen to him whine his head off, but who unexpectedly has a breaking point like everyone else) told him to shut up and do something about it.
Which all led to where he is now, in the New York office of one of the most famous “paramour” firms in the world, staring blankly at the strictest looking lady he’s ever met, about to require a sex slave.
“The initial trial period is one month, Mr. Weir,” the woman says. “During that period you or your partner may end the arrangement immediately should either one of you be dissatisfied, and you’ll be refunded the entire amount except for a small service fee. After that period however you will be expected to take further steps to see if the relation cannot be returned to its full potential again. Costumer satisfaction is very important to us, Mr. Weir.”
“Please, you can call me Johnny,” he smiles at her because he’s dealt with the worst of them and feeling intimidated by formidable women has gotten its own allure of familiarity over the years. She lowers her glasses and smiles back.
“Johnny.”
*****
There’s someone in his apartment when he comes home after training two days later. There are new shoes on his shoe rack, clearly some sizes bigger than his own because they make even the shiniest and pointiest of his look small and slim. Some of them are tasteful black dress shoes - very elegant, not a mark on them, most of them Prada - but the rest are truly horrifying, blindingly white, overly large sneakers.
It’s the same with the coat closet. Other than his own, there have appeared a couple of nice designer coats in wool (black), a leather jacket (black) and a windbreaker (black). The rest are too big hoodies and sweater jackets in primary colors
Johnny suspects he may have inadvertently invited some frat boy into his house. Either that or Batman.
He places his keys in the key tray, right next to the set of keys he gave to the firm, and goes to inspect the rest of the apartment. Nothing is out of place, everything is as orderly as he left it; in fact the remote controls may actually be a bit more symmetrically placed now than before.
The door to the bedroom is open just a bit, but there’s no light streaming through, so the curtains are probably pulled closed too.
Johnny spent some time just talking to Galina about his LP (he still hasn’t decided on the right music) after practice, which means he’s back home later than he said he would be in the schedule they had him write. He goes to get a glass and a pitcher of water.
“Hello,” he says as he nudges the door open with his bare foot, and he can hear a quick inhale from the man on the bed. There’s no answer but then there wouldn’t be, because he’s gagged - and tied up and absolutely gorgeous.
He’s on his knees in the middle of the bed, with rope looping around his waists and up to the ceiling, and more rope tying his wrists behind his back, and his thighs and ankles together. They’re very nice thighs, Johnny thinks as he lets a hand run up one, feeling the minute jump of muscles under the skin. Their fingers tangle together when his hand follows the curve of his back. The man squeezes back.
“Hi,” Johnny puts two fingers under his chin to encourage him to look up. His skin is very clean shaven, smooth against his hand and his eyes are a very warm brown. He pushes into Johnny’s hand when he combs his fingers through his hair, so Johnny rests it there. There’s a collar (black again) around his neck, and it has a nametag.
“Evan,” he tests and the man blinks up at him lazily. He’s not as young as Johnny feared and he seems a lot more confident and comfortable than he’d expected.
“You thirsty?” Evan’s shaking his head no and nuzzling into his hand, warm breath making him tingle. He spreads his legs more when Johnny pushes him further back on his knees, making him rest his weight on his ankles, and then pulls them together until Evan’s chest is sticking to his shirt. Johnny clamps one hand over his neck and kisses him where his pulse is jumping. He tastes of salt and sweat.
“You’ve been waiting for me long, baby?” Johnny asks as he traces a hand down across a pointy elbow and over to a cheek that’s clenched in effort. He slips an arm under Evan’s and takes some of the strain easily, so he can slip a finger down his crack when it relaxes. He kisses him again when he feels how hot and wet and ready he is, and Evan’s cock juts against his stomach letting him feel the dripping heat there as well.
“You have been waiting. That’s not good at all,” he can feel Evan’s muscles tensing again and strokes his hole in soothing circles until it relaxes again. “Hush, it’s not your fault. I know I’m late. We’ll have to find you the right toys later, something good and big to fill you up so you won’t feel empty when I’m not here, don’t we?”
With a smile he whispers into his ear: “Maybe even something with a vibrator for when you’ve been especially good, hm?” and Evan’s reaction is immediate. He bends his head sharply, pushing into Johnny as his back goes bowstring tight and his whole body shivers. There’s a moment when he holds his breath, lying hot and heavy on Johnny, until he inhales a shuddering breath of air.
Johnny can’t help it, his smile grows. “That’s right, Evan, dearest. Good boys get rewarded, don’t they?” He feels happy and drunk on power when Evan nods before he’s even finished the sentence. “And you’ve been waiting so long and you’re so ready and I’ve barely even touched you since I found you. How cruel am I?”
He finally wraps a hand around Evan’s cock, thick and long under his fingers and so hot it almost burns him. Evan gasps around the gag and desperately tries to spread his legs more. He tries to thrust into Johnny’s grip but the rope around his legs won’t let him. Johnny can feel the pulsing vein underneath and there’s a smear of precome that’s landed on his wrist from Evan’s weeping cock, and, Jesus Christ, it’s been too long.
“Would you like to take the edge off now?” he asks Evan, who looks at him a bit wildly, flush all over his chest and creeping up his neck, blush staining his cheeks. “I’d love to see you come, dearest. I bet you’d be so beautiful for me. Would you like that?”
Evan makes a high noise in his throat, begging like he has no shame and Johnny feels half in love just from that.
He uses his thumb to spread to wet from the head and down onto the cock, the slickness making his tight grip slippery and smooth as he jerks him off with no rhythm, just watching and enjoying. Evan is a gorgeous man, toned and nice and maybe a bit too manscaped, but with a tattoo over his hip that Johnny already knows he’ll be biting and licking and touching in between sucking him off. And his cock is perfect.
Evan’s breath hitches when Johnny presses a finger to the spot underneath his crown and Johnny whispers a “wait” before he lets go to Evan’s whimpering protests. He tears off his own scarf and tosses it on the bed, and then he pulls off his t-shirt - white, designer and far too expensive. The pendants on his necklace fall with a tingling thump back on his collar bone. He pulls his fly down to ease the ever increasing pressure.
Evan is looking at him with renewed interest and Johnny can’t help but preen a little. He’s stunning and he knows it, and these pants are so tight it’s going to be embarrassing when he has to take them off but for now they’re showing off everything he wants to show off.
His mouth is dry so he turns around on the bed and grabs the glass, making sure Evan gets a good view off his ass before he turns back. He lies down on his back, a knee on each side of Evan’s legs and a hand behind his neck as he looks up at Evan appraisingly. Evan’s eyes are dark, pupils dilated, and almost angry now.
“Hush,” he says and slides his bare foot up Evan’s side, feeling him twitch. He presses his heel down between Evan’s shoulder blades, almost pushing him off balance despite Evan’s struggling to stay upright. If Evan falls now, he won’t be able to catch himself and Johnny’s beneath him, right where he’ll land. Evan’s pretty light for his size, but Johnny figures it’ll probably still hurt to have him falling face down straight onto him.
He pushes him anyway.
Evan makes a fearful noise when he falls, but looks halfway between angry and relieved when he realizes Johnny’s caught him easily, biceps clenched and knees tight around Evan’s hips. Johnny smiles up at him, as sweetly as he can, and then he shifts to the side so Evan can lie his head down. Evan presses his forehead to the bed and takes a deep frustrated breath around his gag, before looking at Johnny accusingly.
“I said ‘hush’,” Johnny reminds him and kisses his face twice in quick succession. “If you’ll forgive me, we can finish what we started. Remember how you promised to show me how good you look coming?”
Evan makes a complaining noise, but shifts closer anyway. He’s in a very awkward position, what with the bonds keeping his thighs and ankles together meaning his feet are pointing straight up and he has to keep his whole balance on his knees, and the rope around his waist keeping his ass up in the air and easily accessible. His arms are twisting and strong behind his back. It’s enough to make Johnny wish he could tape this.
He cradles a hand over Evan’s back in a half hug and slips further under him, so close they’re almost breathing the same air.
“See this?” he says and waits until Evan looks up. He holds up the shirt he just took off. “This is my favorite shirt. It fits perfectly and it feels good and I can use it with basically everything. Whenever I pack, whatever I pack, I take this with me because I know it’ll come in handy. I’ve used it for just staying in or for showing up on a talk show. If I’d have to wear just one piece of clothing for the rest of my life this would be it, do you understand?.”
Evan shrugs and looks a bit disinterested and impatient again, so Johnny growls, pushes his fingers into his collar and yanks him forward.
“I want you to come on it,” he says. “Evan.”
Evan widens his eyes in surprise and almost loses his balance again trying to thrust forward, but Johnny tightens his knees and holds him in place.
“You’ll do this for me, da?” he asks. ”Yes?”
Evan’s whining is rougher this time, deeper in his throat and more demanding, and Johnny gives a husky sigh as he wraps his hand - this time with the thin, smooth fabric of his shirt - around him again.
They’re pressed so close now that the plastic of Evan’s gag is digging into Johnny’s chin and the air between them is hot and moist. Johnny’s hand tangles together with Evan’s behind his back and it feels good to have Evan cling to him as he moves his hand quicker and quicker.
Evan is surprisingly silent when he comes. He squeezes his eyes tightly shut, so tight it looks like it almost hurts and his teeth are biting down hard on the gag, while the grip on Johnny’s hand is still careful. His stomach tenses, Johnny can feel his sides between his still-clothed thighs, and his back lifts as he strains against the bonds, taking Johnny up with him. But he makes no sound, he barely breathes at all.
Johnny doesn’t take his eyes off of him when he feels his hand and shirt get wet and soaked with come. He just rides it out and keeps jerking Evan off through the aftershocks, through the shivers and then through the moans that come at the end while Evan’s softening but still undecided between whether he wants to push into the strokes or pull away. He finally lets go when Evan opens his eyes to look at him, his gaze simultaneously more open and more unreadable than any other time since they started.
He cleans Evan with the shirt and pulls it up to examine it, satisfied with the wet mark on it and the strong bitter scent filling the room. He tosses it over to the nearest chair and turns back to Evan, who’s still looking at him in that inscrutable way. In an exaggerated motion he lifts his arm and licks a long line up the inside of his wrist where some of Evan’s come had landed, locking eyes with him all along and attempting to look for all the world the way he feels, which is like the cat that got the cream.
Evan closes his eyes when his body gives another deep shudder of aftershock as his cock gives a valiant try at rising again. Johnny grins. When he’s calmed down again and seems strong enough Johnny helps him up to sit back on his ankles again.
He reaches over to test the bindings and see if Evan’s not okay in any way, but the rope hardly seems to have abraded the skin at all. He really, really loves the look of this kind of bondage, he thinks as his hands unbuckle Evan’s gag and carefully pull it out. He hopes he’ll be able to recreate it later.
Evan takes a couple of deep breaths through his and stretches it in a grimace. Johnny can see where it’s been digging into the corner of his mouth but the skin doesn’t look irritated or harmed.
“Have some water,” he says and this time Evan accepts. He holds a hand by Evan’s jaw to steady him as he lifts the glass to his lips.
“You’ve been good for me today,” Johnny praises when he’s taken the glass away again. He’s taken aback when Evan looks at him sharply.
“I’ll be the best,” Evan says and leans in for a hard, demanding kiss that makes Johnny give a squawk of surprise.
He kisses like he has everything to gain and nothing to lose, like he knows every trick in the rule book and knows how to use them and by the time he’s gotten so far that he’s used his teeth to nip and bite, Johnny’s pretty much forgotten that Evan’s the one tied up. He leans up and into him desperately, and there’s this absolutely lovely height difference between them that means he has to crane his neck and strain a bit to make it work and it’s terrifyingly hot, and his cock is throbbing between his legs and somehow he’s ended up with Evan’s hard leg between his thighs and he’s half a second from humping it unapologetically.
“Oh God,” Johnny whimpers.
“Tell me what you want me to do,” Evan says harshly into his ear. “Do you want me to fuck you? Is that it, master? Do you want me to take that hot little ass you wanted so badly to show off to me?”
And, yeah, Johnny does want him to fuck him. That long cock of his would feel so good shoved into him and Evan could probably last ages now. Only problem is that Johnny is so ready to come now he feels like he could shoot any moment, and he’s impatient and doesn’t want to wait and he wants his first time with a cock up his ass in over a year to be a bit more spectacular and not something that’s over quicker than a teenage boy’s first time.
“I..” is all he gets out before he’s being kissed ragged again.
When they come up for air, Evan has apparently decided what to do because he’s wriggling in his bonds and telling Johnny to undo them, which he does with shaking hands, so turned on he barely knows what to do with himself.
Evan pushes him flat on the bed, climbs over him and pulls his pants off in short economic movements. And Johnny might be tiny for a guy, but he’s muscular and strong and he’s never actually felt little or frail before, but with Evan, even with his stupid bird thin arms, over him, he feels overpowered in the best way.
“I did make myself all ready for you before you came,” Evan says when he leans down to brush the hair from Johnny’s face. “And I keep myself trained everyday and I learn all the latest techniques and I work at being the best and I prepared myself just right, so I’d be wet and comfortable, but not too loose for you.”
“And then you made me wait,” he says and Johnny feels a thrill that he’s not sure whether is of lust or anger. “And when you showed up, you had to do everything different from the way it should be and you made me lose control.”
Johnny just smiles up at Evan in a way he hopes will spur him on because this definitely feels like a win-win situation. It becomes even more obviously a win-win because Evan either found the supply of condoms in the dresser or he brought his own, and it such a relief when he’s pulled out of his briefs and Evan gets the condom on him, because it cools his overheated flesh down a little bit and makes him feel more in control again.
“Why don’t you put things right then?” he says and rests his hands on Evan’s hips, hoping he’ll just shift them a bit more backwards to where he needs them.
“I will,” Evan says and then he grabs hold of Johnny and sinks down on him, and, holy fuck, he’s tight and good and wet and Johnny might very well have made some kind of garbled noise at that because Evan is looking so self-satisfied.
And Evan rides him in smooth motions and his cock is rising and beautiful and he pushes these ragged moans and whimpers out of Johnny and he just doesn’t care because he’s arching into Evan’s movements, fucking into him as he moves down because every time he does that Evan’s breath will hitch and his eyes will fall half-shut. His hands are clenching star-shaped five-pointed bruises into Evan’s hips before he catches himself and then he’s dragging them through the sweat on Evan’s back and scratching thin fine lines there.
“Yes, Evan, yes, yes, yes-” is what Johnny’s saying as he’s coming even though he might not be willing to admit it later.
When he comes down from his high, he looks up at Evan who’s staring at his own cock and the come (Evan’s again) that’s pearling on Johnny’s stomach with a look of complete bafflement.
“You okay?” Johnny asks, feeling very giving and pleasant in the afterglow. His cock is kinda sore, though. He pats the pillow next to his own. “Do you want to pull off and lay down for a minute?”
Evan shifts his stare from Johnny’s stomach to Johnny’s face, before he seems to snap out of it a little.
“Correct, I am okay,” he says. “And, correct, I would like to lie down.”
Johnny snorts and moves over to make room for him, and then sits up to throw the condom away. He stretches out languidly before he rolls over to lie across Evan’s stomach and study him.
“That was pretty good,” he smiles at him.
“It was better than predicted,” Evan says.
“Uhm…” Johnny blinks at him. “Thanks?”
“Yes!” Evan says. “You gave it at least 100%. The next time I think you could try for more.”
Johnny pretty sure he’s going to let that go. Either his new sex slave is horribly bad at math or he’s making a very bad joke. Johnny’s just too far into the afterglow to care, especially when Evan’s hands come down to play with his hair and massage his head. He feels too good to complain and he’s fairly certain that Evan’s weirdness doesn’t mean anything more than that he’s weird. It’s not like he’s a robot or anything.
Johnny really hopes he’s not a robot.
-END-
Title: Paramour
Recipient: hangthemj
Skaters/Pairings: Johnny Weir/Evan Lysacek
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 3600
Warnings: dubcon - mild consent issues.
Prompt: Johnny/Evan, Evan is Johnny's sex slave AU
Disclaimer: The events portrayed in this story are fictional and do not reflect on the actual people written about.
Summary: Johnny suspects he may have inadvertently invited some frat boy into his house. Either that or Batman.
Johnny hadn’t planned on it, that’s for sure. He was just meeting up with Paris for a late lunch and to complain about his lack of sex life, never mind any life outside of skating, and Paris (who is a good and loyal friend and who will listen to him whine his head off, but who unexpectedly has a breaking point like everyone else) told him to shut up and do something about it.
Which all led to where he is now, in the New York office of one of the most famous “paramour” firms in the world, staring blankly at the strictest looking lady he’s ever met, about to require a sex slave.
“The initial trial period is one month, Mr. Weir,” the woman says. “During that period you or your partner may end the arrangement immediately should either one of you be dissatisfied, and you’ll be refunded the entire amount except for a small service fee. After that period however you will be expected to take further steps to see if the relation cannot be returned to its full potential again. Costumer satisfaction is very important to us, Mr. Weir.”
“Please, you can call me Johnny,” he smiles at her because he’s dealt with the worst of them and feeling intimidated by formidable women has gotten its own allure of familiarity over the years. She lowers her glasses and smiles back.
“Johnny.”
*****
There’s someone in his apartment when he comes home after training two days later. There are new shoes on his shoe rack, clearly some sizes bigger than his own because they make even the shiniest and pointiest of his look small and slim. Some of them are tasteful black dress shoes - very elegant, not a mark on them, most of them Prada - but the rest are truly horrifying, blindingly white, overly large sneakers.
It’s the same with the coat closet. Other than his own, there have appeared a couple of nice designer coats in wool (black), a leather jacket (black) and a windbreaker (black). The rest are too big hoodies and sweater jackets in primary colors
Johnny suspects he may have inadvertently invited some frat boy into his house. Either that or Batman.
He places his keys in the key tray, right next to the set of keys he gave to the firm, and goes to inspect the rest of the apartment. Nothing is out of place, everything is as orderly as he left it; in fact the remote controls may actually be a bit more symmetrically placed now than before.
The door to the bedroom is open just a bit, but there’s no light streaming through, so the curtains are probably pulled closed too.
Johnny spent some time just talking to Galina about his LP (he still hasn’t decided on the right music) after practice, which means he’s back home later than he said he would be in the schedule they had him write. He goes to get a glass and a pitcher of water.
“Hello,” he says as he nudges the door open with his bare foot, and he can hear a quick inhale from the man on the bed. There’s no answer but then there wouldn’t be, because he’s gagged - and tied up and absolutely gorgeous.
He’s on his knees in the middle of the bed, with rope looping around his waists and up to the ceiling, and more rope tying his wrists behind his back, and his thighs and ankles together. They’re very nice thighs, Johnny thinks as he lets a hand run up one, feeling the minute jump of muscles under the skin. Their fingers tangle together when his hand follows the curve of his back. The man squeezes back.
“Hi,” Johnny puts two fingers under his chin to encourage him to look up. His skin is very clean shaven, smooth against his hand and his eyes are a very warm brown. He pushes into Johnny’s hand when he combs his fingers through his hair, so Johnny rests it there. There’s a collar (black again) around his neck, and it has a nametag.
“Evan,” he tests and the man blinks up at him lazily. He’s not as young as Johnny feared and he seems a lot more confident and comfortable than he’d expected.
“You thirsty?” Evan’s shaking his head no and nuzzling into his hand, warm breath making him tingle. He spreads his legs more when Johnny pushes him further back on his knees, making him rest his weight on his ankles, and then pulls them together until Evan’s chest is sticking to his shirt. Johnny clamps one hand over his neck and kisses him where his pulse is jumping. He tastes of salt and sweat.
“You’ve been waiting for me long, baby?” Johnny asks as he traces a hand down across a pointy elbow and over to a cheek that’s clenched in effort. He slips an arm under Evan’s and takes some of the strain easily, so he can slip a finger down his crack when it relaxes. He kisses him again when he feels how hot and wet and ready he is, and Evan’s cock juts against his stomach letting him feel the dripping heat there as well.
“You have been waiting. That’s not good at all,” he can feel Evan’s muscles tensing again and strokes his hole in soothing circles until it relaxes again. “Hush, it’s not your fault. I know I’m late. We’ll have to find you the right toys later, something good and big to fill you up so you won’t feel empty when I’m not here, don’t we?”
With a smile he whispers into his ear: “Maybe even something with a vibrator for when you’ve been especially good, hm?” and Evan’s reaction is immediate. He bends his head sharply, pushing into Johnny as his back goes bowstring tight and his whole body shivers. There’s a moment when he holds his breath, lying hot and heavy on Johnny, until he inhales a shuddering breath of air.
Johnny can’t help it, his smile grows. “That’s right, Evan, dearest. Good boys get rewarded, don’t they?” He feels happy and drunk on power when Evan nods before he’s even finished the sentence. “And you’ve been waiting so long and you’re so ready and I’ve barely even touched you since I found you. How cruel am I?”
He finally wraps a hand around Evan’s cock, thick and long under his fingers and so hot it almost burns him. Evan gasps around the gag and desperately tries to spread his legs more. He tries to thrust into Johnny’s grip but the rope around his legs won’t let him. Johnny can feel the pulsing vein underneath and there’s a smear of precome that’s landed on his wrist from Evan’s weeping cock, and, Jesus Christ, it’s been too long.
“Would you like to take the edge off now?” he asks Evan, who looks at him a bit wildly, flush all over his chest and creeping up his neck, blush staining his cheeks. “I’d love to see you come, dearest. I bet you’d be so beautiful for me. Would you like that?”
Evan makes a high noise in his throat, begging like he has no shame and Johnny feels half in love just from that.
He uses his thumb to spread to wet from the head and down onto the cock, the slickness making his tight grip slippery and smooth as he jerks him off with no rhythm, just watching and enjoying. Evan is a gorgeous man, toned and nice and maybe a bit too manscaped, but with a tattoo over his hip that Johnny already knows he’ll be biting and licking and touching in between sucking him off. And his cock is perfect.
Evan’s breath hitches when Johnny presses a finger to the spot underneath his crown and Johnny whispers a “wait” before he lets go to Evan’s whimpering protests. He tears off his own scarf and tosses it on the bed, and then he pulls off his t-shirt - white, designer and far too expensive. The pendants on his necklace fall with a tingling thump back on his collar bone. He pulls his fly down to ease the ever increasing pressure.
Evan is looking at him with renewed interest and Johnny can’t help but preen a little. He’s stunning and he knows it, and these pants are so tight it’s going to be embarrassing when he has to take them off but for now they’re showing off everything he wants to show off.
His mouth is dry so he turns around on the bed and grabs the glass, making sure Evan gets a good view off his ass before he turns back. He lies down on his back, a knee on each side of Evan’s legs and a hand behind his neck as he looks up at Evan appraisingly. Evan’s eyes are dark, pupils dilated, and almost angry now.
“Hush,” he says and slides his bare foot up Evan’s side, feeling him twitch. He presses his heel down between Evan’s shoulder blades, almost pushing him off balance despite Evan’s struggling to stay upright. If Evan falls now, he won’t be able to catch himself and Johnny’s beneath him, right where he’ll land. Evan’s pretty light for his size, but Johnny figures it’ll probably still hurt to have him falling face down straight onto him.
He pushes him anyway.
Evan makes a fearful noise when he falls, but looks halfway between angry and relieved when he realizes Johnny’s caught him easily, biceps clenched and knees tight around Evan’s hips. Johnny smiles up at him, as sweetly as he can, and then he shifts to the side so Evan can lie his head down. Evan presses his forehead to the bed and takes a deep frustrated breath around his gag, before looking at Johnny accusingly.
“I said ‘hush’,” Johnny reminds him and kisses his face twice in quick succession. “If you’ll forgive me, we can finish what we started. Remember how you promised to show me how good you look coming?”
Evan makes a complaining noise, but shifts closer anyway. He’s in a very awkward position, what with the bonds keeping his thighs and ankles together meaning his feet are pointing straight up and he has to keep his whole balance on his knees, and the rope around his waist keeping his ass up in the air and easily accessible. His arms are twisting and strong behind his back. It’s enough to make Johnny wish he could tape this.
He cradles a hand over Evan’s back in a half hug and slips further under him, so close they’re almost breathing the same air.
“See this?” he says and waits until Evan looks up. He holds up the shirt he just took off. “This is my favorite shirt. It fits perfectly and it feels good and I can use it with basically everything. Whenever I pack, whatever I pack, I take this with me because I know it’ll come in handy. I’ve used it for just staying in or for showing up on a talk show. If I’d have to wear just one piece of clothing for the rest of my life this would be it, do you understand?.”
Evan shrugs and looks a bit disinterested and impatient again, so Johnny growls, pushes his fingers into his collar and yanks him forward.
“I want you to come on it,” he says. “Evan.”
Evan widens his eyes in surprise and almost loses his balance again trying to thrust forward, but Johnny tightens his knees and holds him in place.
“You’ll do this for me, da?” he asks. ”Yes?”
Evan’s whining is rougher this time, deeper in his throat and more demanding, and Johnny gives a husky sigh as he wraps his hand - this time with the thin, smooth fabric of his shirt - around him again.
They’re pressed so close now that the plastic of Evan’s gag is digging into Johnny’s chin and the air between them is hot and moist. Johnny’s hand tangles together with Evan’s behind his back and it feels good to have Evan cling to him as he moves his hand quicker and quicker.
Evan is surprisingly silent when he comes. He squeezes his eyes tightly shut, so tight it looks like it almost hurts and his teeth are biting down hard on the gag, while the grip on Johnny’s hand is still careful. His stomach tenses, Johnny can feel his sides between his still-clothed thighs, and his back lifts as he strains against the bonds, taking Johnny up with him. But he makes no sound, he barely breathes at all.
Johnny doesn’t take his eyes off of him when he feels his hand and shirt get wet and soaked with come. He just rides it out and keeps jerking Evan off through the aftershocks, through the shivers and then through the moans that come at the end while Evan’s softening but still undecided between whether he wants to push into the strokes or pull away. He finally lets go when Evan opens his eyes to look at him, his gaze simultaneously more open and more unreadable than any other time since they started.
He cleans Evan with the shirt and pulls it up to examine it, satisfied with the wet mark on it and the strong bitter scent filling the room. He tosses it over to the nearest chair and turns back to Evan, who’s still looking at him in that inscrutable way. In an exaggerated motion he lifts his arm and licks a long line up the inside of his wrist where some of Evan’s come had landed, locking eyes with him all along and attempting to look for all the world the way he feels, which is like the cat that got the cream.
Evan closes his eyes when his body gives another deep shudder of aftershock as his cock gives a valiant try at rising again. Johnny grins. When he’s calmed down again and seems strong enough Johnny helps him up to sit back on his ankles again.
He reaches over to test the bindings and see if Evan’s not okay in any way, but the rope hardly seems to have abraded the skin at all. He really, really loves the look of this kind of bondage, he thinks as his hands unbuckle Evan’s gag and carefully pull it out. He hopes he’ll be able to recreate it later.
Evan takes a couple of deep breaths through his and stretches it in a grimace. Johnny can see where it’s been digging into the corner of his mouth but the skin doesn’t look irritated or harmed.
“Have some water,” he says and this time Evan accepts. He holds a hand by Evan’s jaw to steady him as he lifts the glass to his lips.
“You’ve been good for me today,” Johnny praises when he’s taken the glass away again. He’s taken aback when Evan looks at him sharply.
“I’ll be the best,” Evan says and leans in for a hard, demanding kiss that makes Johnny give a squawk of surprise.
He kisses like he has everything to gain and nothing to lose, like he knows every trick in the rule book and knows how to use them and by the time he’s gotten so far that he’s used his teeth to nip and bite, Johnny’s pretty much forgotten that Evan’s the one tied up. He leans up and into him desperately, and there’s this absolutely lovely height difference between them that means he has to crane his neck and strain a bit to make it work and it’s terrifyingly hot, and his cock is throbbing between his legs and somehow he’s ended up with Evan’s hard leg between his thighs and he’s half a second from humping it unapologetically.
“Oh God,” Johnny whimpers.
“Tell me what you want me to do,” Evan says harshly into his ear. “Do you want me to fuck you? Is that it, master? Do you want me to take that hot little ass you wanted so badly to show off to me?”
And, yeah, Johnny does want him to fuck him. That long cock of his would feel so good shoved into him and Evan could probably last ages now. Only problem is that Johnny is so ready to come now he feels like he could shoot any moment, and he’s impatient and doesn’t want to wait and he wants his first time with a cock up his ass in over a year to be a bit more spectacular and not something that’s over quicker than a teenage boy’s first time.
“I..” is all he gets out before he’s being kissed ragged again.
When they come up for air, Evan has apparently decided what to do because he’s wriggling in his bonds and telling Johnny to undo them, which he does with shaking hands, so turned on he barely knows what to do with himself.
Evan pushes him flat on the bed, climbs over him and pulls his pants off in short economic movements. And Johnny might be tiny for a guy, but he’s muscular and strong and he’s never actually felt little or frail before, but with Evan, even with his stupid bird thin arms, over him, he feels overpowered in the best way.
“I did make myself all ready for you before you came,” Evan says when he leans down to brush the hair from Johnny’s face. “And I keep myself trained everyday and I learn all the latest techniques and I work at being the best and I prepared myself just right, so I’d be wet and comfortable, but not too loose for you.”
“And then you made me wait,” he says and Johnny feels a thrill that he’s not sure whether is of lust or anger. “And when you showed up, you had to do everything different from the way it should be and you made me lose control.”
Johnny just smiles up at Evan in a way he hopes will spur him on because this definitely feels like a win-win situation. It becomes even more obviously a win-win because Evan either found the supply of condoms in the dresser or he brought his own, and it such a relief when he’s pulled out of his briefs and Evan gets the condom on him, because it cools his overheated flesh down a little bit and makes him feel more in control again.
“Why don’t you put things right then?” he says and rests his hands on Evan’s hips, hoping he’ll just shift them a bit more backwards to where he needs them.
“I will,” Evan says and then he grabs hold of Johnny and sinks down on him, and, holy fuck, he’s tight and good and wet and Johnny might very well have made some kind of garbled noise at that because Evan is looking so self-satisfied.
And Evan rides him in smooth motions and his cock is rising and beautiful and he pushes these ragged moans and whimpers out of Johnny and he just doesn’t care because he’s arching into Evan’s movements, fucking into him as he moves down because every time he does that Evan’s breath will hitch and his eyes will fall half-shut. His hands are clenching star-shaped five-pointed bruises into Evan’s hips before he catches himself and then he’s dragging them through the sweat on Evan’s back and scratching thin fine lines there.
“Yes, Evan, yes, yes, yes-” is what Johnny’s saying as he’s coming even though he might not be willing to admit it later.
When he comes down from his high, he looks up at Evan who’s staring at his own cock and the come (Evan’s again) that’s pearling on Johnny’s stomach with a look of complete bafflement.
“You okay?” Johnny asks, feeling very giving and pleasant in the afterglow. His cock is kinda sore, though. He pats the pillow next to his own. “Do you want to pull off and lay down for a minute?”
Evan shifts his stare from Johnny’s stomach to Johnny’s face, before he seems to snap out of it a little.
“Correct, I am okay,” he says. “And, correct, I would like to lie down.”
Johnny snorts and moves over to make room for him, and then sits up to throw the condom away. He stretches out languidly before he rolls over to lie across Evan’s stomach and study him.
“That was pretty good,” he smiles at him.
“It was better than predicted,” Evan says.
“Uhm…” Johnny blinks at him. “Thanks?”
“Yes!” Evan says. “You gave it at least 100%. The next time I think you could try for more.”
Johnny pretty sure he’s going to let that go. Either his new sex slave is horribly bad at math or he’s making a very bad joke. Johnny’s just too far into the afterglow to care, especially when Evan’s hands come down to play with his hair and massage his head. He feels too good to complain and he’s fairly certain that Evan’s weirdness doesn’t mean anything more than that he’s weird. It’s not like he’s a robot or anything.
Johnny really hopes he’s not a robot.
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