FIC: Happy Father's Day (Gil/Toby Arcane, NC-17)
Title: Happy Father's Day
Author: Knightmusic
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Gil/Toby Arcane
Kink(s): ageplay/Daddy!kink, spanking, d/s
Summary:courtesy of
shotboxer : Grissom takes some time out at a very specialized resort after a series of very stressful cases' with ageplay/Daddykink
Disclaimer: You know, if they were mine? I don't think I'd share. Be glad they aren't.
“All right, Mr. Grissom, you’re all set,” the smiling young woman at the reception desk said. She handed him a card key in an envelope. “You’re room number is written on the inside, and you and your son are pre-registered for tomorrow’s brunch.”
“Thank you,” Gil said with a genuine smile. “My son will be arriving in an hour or two--”
“Mom dropping him off?”
She said it with a wink and a grin that Gil found very appealing. It was nice to be in company where these sorts of things could be discussed openly. He winked back.
“Can I leave a key here for him?”
“Of course. Or would you like us to call you so you can pick him up?”
Gil shook his head. “No, thank you. He’s old enough to take care of himself.”
“All right, then. Have a good night, Mr. Grissom.”
“Thank you,” Gil looked down at the girl’s nametag, “Brenna.” I’m sure I will. Gil turned and walked up to his room, wearing a secret smile.
***
Four hours later, Gil was still sitting alone in the hotel room, trying to decide whether to be terribly worried or terribly furious.
“…no, really! ….yeah, that’s what she said.”
Gil perked up at the sound of someone speaking just outside the door. A second later, he heard the click of a key in the door.
“No, dude, really. Just be there. Yeah. Next week. It’ll be wild.” He laughed wildly while he talked, dropped his bag on the floor and generally ignored Grissom.
Gil decided it would be appropriate to be terribly furious. He got up from the bed.
“I don’t care what you’ve got going on! This is better! You just-”
“Toby.” Gil didn’t raise his voice. He just stopped in front of Toby, looking him straight in the eyes. “Get off the phone.”
Toby waved a hand at him. “What? Sorry I missed that.”
“Toby, I said now.”
Now Toby looked downright irritated. “Hold on a sec, okay? I can’t hear him.”
He started talking again, but Gil had had enough. He grabbed the phone out of Toby’s hand and turned it off.
“Hey!”
Gil cut him off with a glare and a gesture. “Don’t you even think about using that tone with me,” he said, barely above a whisper. And it brought Toby up short.
“Whoa,” he said, backing down and smiling in a way that he seemed to hope would diffuse Gil’s temper. It didn’t. His smile faded to a nervous grin. “Uhm….hey dad. Happy Father’s day?”
“Nice try,” Gil said, thinly. “It’s an hour past your curfew. Where have you been?”
Toby shrugged. “Just…hanging…”
“And your phone obviously works just fine. You didn’t think to give me a call?”
“Well, I didn’t know what room you were in!”
“Well, now you do. Good thing, too, because you’re not going to be leaving it for a while.”
Toby deflated. His mouth hung open. “Oh come on. That is…that is so not fair!”
“You keep sassing me like that, I’ll make it even less fair.” Gil stepped forward, making Toby shrink back against the wall. It was hard keeping a straight face, but he had years of poker playing helping him out. Toby was diving into this with a zeal Gil hadn’t expected. These games were always fun, but he’d never been pushed like this until now.
He wondered where it might take them, a weekend of this. Lord knew he needed it. He hadn’t had more than a day off in months. Maybe that was why Toby was so enthusiastic. The little Father’s Day getaway had been his idea, after all. Gil wondered where he’d learned about this resort, and their specialized clientele, but he was mostly just glad he had.
“Fine,” Toby said, sagging against the wall with his eyes closed. He rolled his eyes. Gil frowned.
“Don’t test me, young man. You’re not too old for me to put you over my knee.”
Toby exhaled loudly and dramatically. He played the part of moody pre-teen with such finesse. “This is such bullshit,” he muttered.
That was the trigger Gil had been waiting for. His eyes flashed. “What did you say?” he asked, nearly hissing.
“I…” Toby spluttered. He still looked pissy and indignant.
“You know better than that,” Gil said. “At least, I thought you did.” He started undoing his belt then nodded at the bed. Toby didn’t move. Gil nodded again, harder. “Now!” he said, and pulled the belt free.
Toby started to move, but not fast enough. Gil grabbed him by the arm and pulled. He got to the edge of the bed and sat down. “Pants down,” he said.
Toby stared at him in open-mouthed shock. “Dad…” he said.
“You heard me,” Gil said. “If I have to do it for you, you’ll be sorry.”
And even though Toby was playing his part flawlessly -- which made sense, considering he’d been the one to bring this particular fetish to the table in the first place -- Gil saw the flash of utter glee in his eyes. Few things got Toby as excited as the prospect of a good spanking, with or without “daddy” involved. Still, it was more fun for both of them when Toby resisted, so that’s exactly what he did. Gil had to wrestle him down and onto his lap.
“Stay still,” Gil warned, and yanked Toby’s pants down himself.
“Dad,” Toby said, suddenly sounding much meeker. “Daddy? Please don’t. I’m sorry.”
Gil pretended to ignore him. In truth, he couldn’t be more enraptured by what Toby was saying. His dick, pressed against Toby’s body, was nearly enough to drive him to utter distraction. He ran a hand over bare ass cheeks and closed his eyes, enjoying everything about this moment to its fullest.
Then he picked up the belt, doubled it over, and struck the first blow.
Toby winced and clenched his teeth. It would take several hits before he started crying, though, so Gil didn’t waste any time.
“Daddy, please,” Toby begged again, and squirmed, using the pretence of shying away from the blows as an excuse to grind his own hard-on into Gil’s leg. “I’m so sorry. Really. I won’t do it again.”
Gil struck again and again, hard, fast and searching out tender spots. Within minutes, dozens of strong, red welts criss-crossed over Toby’s ass, and Gil decided to set the belt down.
Toby started to get up, but Gil held him down.
“Are you really sorry?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” Toby said, an over-dramatic hitch in his voice. Gil rolled his eyes at that, but smiled anyway. Toby did have a tendency to go just a touch too far, sometimes.
“For what?”
“Making you mad.”
“Hmm,” Gil said, stroking one hand across Toby’s bare cheeks. He paused to scrape his thumbnail over the widest welt, making Toby shiver. “I don’t think you understand yet. I guess we’re not done.” With that, he raised his hand and slapped him hard with his open palm.
That drew the first strangled cry out of Toby.
“Good,” Gil said, almost under his breath, but still loud enough for Toby to hear. “Let me hear how sorry you are.” It wouldn’t matter how loud he got. Even if anyone in the hotel did hear them, this was the one place they could be assured that people would understand. After all, Gil had heard something remarkably similar happening between their neighbor in the next room and his “daughter.” The voyeur in Gil had guiltily enjoyed that, and now he felt it was only fair to return the favor. Just in case anyone might appreciate it.
He sure as hell was appreciating it. He was so damn close. If Toby would just get into it a little more, it would be all he’d need to get there. He was already squirming so deliciously against Gil’s crotch, that Gil suspected that was probably what he had in mind anyway.
Three more hits and Toby was wailing unabashedly. And that was all it took. Through the rush of blood in his ears as he came, he barely heard Toby pleading with him.
“I’m sorry!” he said between sobs. “I won’t swear anymore, daddy. I’ll be home on time. I promise!”
So Gil stopped. And, suddenly gentle, he lifted Toby off his lap. Toby was still hard, and the agony on his face had nothing to do with contrition or even pain. For a second, Gil considered sucking him off, since it was one of his favorite things to do, anyway, but decided against it. He could make this game even better.
He stood up, his knees a little shaky and breath almost as ragged as Toby’s, and took Toby in his arms.
“There, there,” he said, petting his back. Toby melted into the embrace, tucking his head into the crook of Gil’s shoulder. “It’s all over now.” He turned his head and caught Toby in a long, slow kiss. Toby threw himself into it, accepting Gil with no hesitation, and for several leisurely moments, they stayed like that.
Finally, Gil pulled away. “Now,” he said, “let’s get you cleaned up.” Then he dropped his hand to Toby’s dick and took hold. “And take care of this.”
Toby closed his eyes and leaned back in pleasurable anticipation. Gil grinned wickedly.
“A nice cold shower should do the trick.”
***
“Sandy? Come here for a minute, honey.”
The man, who had introduced himself as Nathan, called across the room. A woman, late twenties by the look of her, but dressed as a pre-teen girl, came across the room. Nathan turned to Gil.
“Sandy, this is Mr. Grissom. He and his son Toby are staying next door to us.”
Sandy’s eyes went wide, and Gil hid his grin. Clearly he’d been right about that appreciative audience.
“It’s nice to meet you,” she said shyly.
“Likewise,” Gil said, irritated that Toby had disappeared again. Honestly, he was beginning to think the boy didn’t want to get off at all this weekend, the way he was behaving. If he’d thought he’d been in trouble when “daddy” had “accidentally discovered” his collection of nude photos, he wouldn’t know what hit him when this weekend was over.
But then again, maybe that was the point. The Father’s Day brunch the hotel had billed as the feature for their ageplay convention weekend certainly wasn’t tripping his trigger.
And then Gil caught sight of Toby, across the room, flirting with a young woman, and making damn certain that Gil saw him. Gil smiled. Happy Father’s Day, indeed.
He looked back at Sandy, and pointed across the room. “You know, Toby is right over there. I bet he’d like it if you went over and said ‘hi.’”
Sandy smiled back at him, then flashed a look of utter adoration at her “daddy,” kissed him on the cheek, and left.
Nathan turned back to Gil. “So,” he said. “How old is your boy?”
Gil didn’t hesitate, not in this crowd. “Fourteen.”
Nathan raised an eyebrow. “Fourteen,” he said. “That age requires a very firm hand.”
Gil grinned. “It certainly does.”
Author: Knightmusic
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Gil/Toby Arcane
Kink(s): ageplay/Daddy!kink, spanking, d/s
Summary:courtesy of
shotboxer : Grissom takes some time out at a very specialized resort after a series of very stressful cases' with ageplay/Daddykink
Disclaimer: You know, if they were mine? I don't think I'd share. Be glad they aren't.
“All right, Mr. Grissom, you’re all set,” the smiling young woman at the reception desk said. She handed him a card key in an envelope. “You’re room number is written on the inside, and you and your son are pre-registered for tomorrow’s brunch.”
“Thank you,” Gil said with a genuine smile. “My son will be arriving in an hour or two--”
“Mom dropping him off?”
She said it with a wink and a grin that Gil found very appealing. It was nice to be in company where these sorts of things could be discussed openly. He winked back.
“Can I leave a key here for him?”
“Of course. Or would you like us to call you so you can pick him up?”
Gil shook his head. “No, thank you. He’s old enough to take care of himself.”
“All right, then. Have a good night, Mr. Grissom.”
“Thank you,” Gil looked down at the girl’s nametag, “Brenna.” I’m sure I will. Gil turned and walked up to his room, wearing a secret smile.
***
Four hours later, Gil was still sitting alone in the hotel room, trying to decide whether to be terribly worried or terribly furious.
“…no, really! ….yeah, that’s what she said.”
Gil perked up at the sound of someone speaking just outside the door. A second later, he heard the click of a key in the door.
“No, dude, really. Just be there. Yeah. Next week. It’ll be wild.” He laughed wildly while he talked, dropped his bag on the floor and generally ignored Grissom.
Gil decided it would be appropriate to be terribly furious. He got up from the bed.
“I don’t care what you’ve got going on! This is better! You just-”
“Toby.” Gil didn’t raise his voice. He just stopped in front of Toby, looking him straight in the eyes. “Get off the phone.”
Toby waved a hand at him. “What? Sorry I missed that.”
“Toby, I said now.”
Now Toby looked downright irritated. “Hold on a sec, okay? I can’t hear him.”
He started talking again, but Gil had had enough. He grabbed the phone out of Toby’s hand and turned it off.
“Hey!”
Gil cut him off with a glare and a gesture. “Don’t you even think about using that tone with me,” he said, barely above a whisper. And it brought Toby up short.
“Whoa,” he said, backing down and smiling in a way that he seemed to hope would diffuse Gil’s temper. It didn’t. His smile faded to a nervous grin. “Uhm….hey dad. Happy Father’s day?”
“Nice try,” Gil said, thinly. “It’s an hour past your curfew. Where have you been?”
Toby shrugged. “Just…hanging…”
“And your phone obviously works just fine. You didn’t think to give me a call?”
“Well, I didn’t know what room you were in!”
“Well, now you do. Good thing, too, because you’re not going to be leaving it for a while.”
Toby deflated. His mouth hung open. “Oh come on. That is…that is so not fair!”
“You keep sassing me like that, I’ll make it even less fair.” Gil stepped forward, making Toby shrink back against the wall. It was hard keeping a straight face, but he had years of poker playing helping him out. Toby was diving into this with a zeal Gil hadn’t expected. These games were always fun, but he’d never been pushed like this until now.
He wondered where it might take them, a weekend of this. Lord knew he needed it. He hadn’t had more than a day off in months. Maybe that was why Toby was so enthusiastic. The little Father’s Day getaway had been his idea, after all. Gil wondered where he’d learned about this resort, and their specialized clientele, but he was mostly just glad he had.
“Fine,” Toby said, sagging against the wall with his eyes closed. He rolled his eyes. Gil frowned.
“Don’t test me, young man. You’re not too old for me to put you over my knee.”
Toby exhaled loudly and dramatically. He played the part of moody pre-teen with such finesse. “This is such bullshit,” he muttered.
That was the trigger Gil had been waiting for. His eyes flashed. “What did you say?” he asked, nearly hissing.
“I…” Toby spluttered. He still looked pissy and indignant.
“You know better than that,” Gil said. “At least, I thought you did.” He started undoing his belt then nodded at the bed. Toby didn’t move. Gil nodded again, harder. “Now!” he said, and pulled the belt free.
Toby started to move, but not fast enough. Gil grabbed him by the arm and pulled. He got to the edge of the bed and sat down. “Pants down,” he said.
Toby stared at him in open-mouthed shock. “Dad…” he said.
“You heard me,” Gil said. “If I have to do it for you, you’ll be sorry.”
And even though Toby was playing his part flawlessly -- which made sense, considering he’d been the one to bring this particular fetish to the table in the first place -- Gil saw the flash of utter glee in his eyes. Few things got Toby as excited as the prospect of a good spanking, with or without “daddy” involved. Still, it was more fun for both of them when Toby resisted, so that’s exactly what he did. Gil had to wrestle him down and onto his lap.
“Stay still,” Gil warned, and yanked Toby’s pants down himself.
“Dad,” Toby said, suddenly sounding much meeker. “Daddy? Please don’t. I’m sorry.”
Gil pretended to ignore him. In truth, he couldn’t be more enraptured by what Toby was saying. His dick, pressed against Toby’s body, was nearly enough to drive him to utter distraction. He ran a hand over bare ass cheeks and closed his eyes, enjoying everything about this moment to its fullest.
Then he picked up the belt, doubled it over, and struck the first blow.
Toby winced and clenched his teeth. It would take several hits before he started crying, though, so Gil didn’t waste any time.
“Daddy, please,” Toby begged again, and squirmed, using the pretence of shying away from the blows as an excuse to grind his own hard-on into Gil’s leg. “I’m so sorry. Really. I won’t do it again.”
Gil struck again and again, hard, fast and searching out tender spots. Within minutes, dozens of strong, red welts criss-crossed over Toby’s ass, and Gil decided to set the belt down.
Toby started to get up, but Gil held him down.
“Are you really sorry?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” Toby said, an over-dramatic hitch in his voice. Gil rolled his eyes at that, but smiled anyway. Toby did have a tendency to go just a touch too far, sometimes.
“For what?”
“Making you mad.”
“Hmm,” Gil said, stroking one hand across Toby’s bare cheeks. He paused to scrape his thumbnail over the widest welt, making Toby shiver. “I don’t think you understand yet. I guess we’re not done.” With that, he raised his hand and slapped him hard with his open palm.
That drew the first strangled cry out of Toby.
“Good,” Gil said, almost under his breath, but still loud enough for Toby to hear. “Let me hear how sorry you are.” It wouldn’t matter how loud he got. Even if anyone in the hotel did hear them, this was the one place they could be assured that people would understand. After all, Gil had heard something remarkably similar happening between their neighbor in the next room and his “daughter.” The voyeur in Gil had guiltily enjoyed that, and now he felt it was only fair to return the favor. Just in case anyone might appreciate it.
He sure as hell was appreciating it. He was so damn close. If Toby would just get into it a little more, it would be all he’d need to get there. He was already squirming so deliciously against Gil’s crotch, that Gil suspected that was probably what he had in mind anyway.
Three more hits and Toby was wailing unabashedly. And that was all it took. Through the rush of blood in his ears as he came, he barely heard Toby pleading with him.
“I’m sorry!” he said between sobs. “I won’t swear anymore, daddy. I’ll be home on time. I promise!”
So Gil stopped. And, suddenly gentle, he lifted Toby off his lap. Toby was still hard, and the agony on his face had nothing to do with contrition or even pain. For a second, Gil considered sucking him off, since it was one of his favorite things to do, anyway, but decided against it. He could make this game even better.
He stood up, his knees a little shaky and breath almost as ragged as Toby’s, and took Toby in his arms.
“There, there,” he said, petting his back. Toby melted into the embrace, tucking his head into the crook of Gil’s shoulder. “It’s all over now.” He turned his head and caught Toby in a long, slow kiss. Toby threw himself into it, accepting Gil with no hesitation, and for several leisurely moments, they stayed like that.
Finally, Gil pulled away. “Now,” he said, “let’s get you cleaned up.” Then he dropped his hand to Toby’s dick and took hold. “And take care of this.”
Toby closed his eyes and leaned back in pleasurable anticipation. Gil grinned wickedly.
“A nice cold shower should do the trick.”
***
“Sandy? Come here for a minute, honey.”
The man, who had introduced himself as Nathan, called across the room. A woman, late twenties by the look of her, but dressed as a pre-teen girl, came across the room. Nathan turned to Gil.
“Sandy, this is Mr. Grissom. He and his son Toby are staying next door to us.”
Sandy’s eyes went wide, and Gil hid his grin. Clearly he’d been right about that appreciative audience.
“It’s nice to meet you,” she said shyly.
“Likewise,” Gil said, irritated that Toby had disappeared again. Honestly, he was beginning to think the boy didn’t want to get off at all this weekend, the way he was behaving. If he’d thought he’d been in trouble when “daddy” had “accidentally discovered” his collection of nude photos, he wouldn’t know what hit him when this weekend was over.
But then again, maybe that was the point. The Father’s Day brunch the hotel had billed as the feature for their ageplay convention weekend certainly wasn’t tripping his trigger.
And then Gil caught sight of Toby, across the room, flirting with a young woman, and making damn certain that Gil saw him. Gil smiled. Happy Father’s Day, indeed.
He looked back at Sandy, and pointed across the room. “You know, Toby is right over there. I bet he’d like it if you went over and said ‘hi.’”
Sandy smiled back at him, then flashed a look of utter adoration at her “daddy,” kissed him on the cheek, and left.
Nathan turned back to Gil. “So,” he said. “How old is your boy?”
Gil didn’t hesitate, not in this crowd. “Fourteen.”
Nathan raised an eyebrow. “Fourteen,” he said. “That age requires a very firm hand.”
Gil grinned. “It certainly does.”