Mini NaNoWriMo Update - Enacting Fantasies, David Tennant/Gareth David-Lloyd, NC-17
503 words today - here is the completed story.
Title: Enacting Fantasies
Author: joanne_c
Fandom or Genre: Doctor Who/Torchwood RPS
Pairing or Character: David Tennant/Gareth David-Lloyd
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, D/s, roleplaying
Word Count: 3734
Disclaimer: This is absolute fiction, I made it all up out of my own head.
A/N: Set a couple of years into the future.
Summary: David and Gareth have some fun roleplaying as rock star and groupie.
David wore sunglasses and hoped no one would recognize him. The perils of being a notoriously thin body type, not to mention being a rather well known actor, meant that sometimes he would be recognized at exactly the wrong moment. And just because he was in his Lou Reed t-shirt, and leather pants, didn't mean he wouldn't be picked out of a crowd. Especially when being picked out of a crowd was the point… but he only wanted Gareth to do that.
Sometimes he wondered if a creative lover with a role playing kink was a bug and not a feature. Times like now, when he could feel the crowd around him. Surprisingly few people called Gareth Ianto nowadays, except at conventions and when trying to remember who he played. To everyone's surprise, Gareth had become more famous as a rock star than as Ianto. Oh he was still working on the show, and doing occasional crossovers to Doctor Who, but the world outside of cult TV fandom had embraced Gareth the singer and while he enjoyed the acting, Gareth did enjoy the rock star side of things, and David just wanted him to be happy.
It had been sometime during Catherine's goodbye party, David remembered. He and Gareth had ended up alone in a corner, watching John flirt his way around the room and Eve had been chatting rather intently to Catherine. Gareth hadn't seemed to be paying much attention, though, and David had figured out why not when he'd felt a rather possessive hand on his arse. "Oh," he'd said, giving Gareth a smile. "What makes you think I want something like that?"
"Your reputation, gossip about how you've seduced every pretty guy on the show and half the girls… oh and the fact that I can see you're already hard," Gareth had answered matter-of-factly, the hand not resting on David's arse moving to squeeze his cock. "Don't make a sound," Gareth said. "Not unless you want us to get teased to death…" David was trying to think why that would be a problem when he'd heard John's laughter. Oh. Yeah. That… and he'd moaned, but softly.
"When can we get out of here?" he asked, trying not to sound too breathless.
"When I say," Gareth answered. "If I decide to keep you here all night, hard for me, you'll stay, won't you, David? And if I tell you I want everyone to know just how hard you are for me, you will tell them, won't you? Because you're already mine." It wasn't a question.
David had nodded, anyway. "Yes." Very softly. Not sure yet what the rules were, but knowing that Gareth was right. David was his.
"I've wanted you for a long time," Gareth said. "Through Sophia and Ben, Carey, Tom, John - both of them, I believe, and I heard you let Sir Derek seduce you too. And all the rumours about Billie were true. Don't know for sure if you had Catherine or Freema, but I wouldn't be surprised, and there's a long list of pretty boys I know have shared your bed. You're a slut, David. But you're my slut. If you want to continue fucking Georgia, you can. I don't care about that. But you're mine," he said, fiercely. "No one else but Georgia You can do all you want with girls. Well. One at a time. And no one else but me. I'll agree to the same."
David nodded, again. "Yes, Sir," he said, quietly. Sudden as it was, he knew this was what he wanted. What he'd been trying to find in all of those brief encounters.
"If we were alone right now, what would you do?" Gareth asked him. "Tell me. And I would already have you naked. That's a given."
"I'd kneel for you, Sir. Beg to be allowed to touch you. Then I'd wait for a cue beyond that," David answered.
Gareth nodded. "You're going to leave now. Go over, kiss and hug Catherine, say you've a headache or whatever you need to get away. I'll expect you at my flat," Gareth rattled off the number and handed David a key, "naked and kneeling just inside the door, when I get home." His flat was a couple of floors below David's, he might have just asked for him to kneel if they hadn't lived in the same building. Possibly.
David could never remember anything between nodding to Gareth and getting home, undressing in his own flat, slipping a short, silk robe around his body before heading down two floors to Gareth's flat, opening and closing the door, folding his robe very neatly on a chair and kneeling. He had no idea how long he waited there - it wasn't too long, his knees weren't protesting - until the door opened and Gareth turned on the light. "Very good," he said, quietly. "We'd better get some ground rules here. Do you know the colour system? Red for stop, yellow for pause, green for go?" David nodded. It was easier, though he did have his own safeword. "It's easier the first time," Gareth said. "No distractions trying to remember safewords. I want you to stand up when I tell you to. Strip me, and then kneel again. Do you have any limits I should know about?"
"Scat, kids, bestiality, broken bones, and I think that's all. When I'm working no marks that can be seen outside of the costumes, and absolutely no marking of my face," David answered.
Gareth nodded, all very standard. "What about kinks? Give me three things you really love. That we can do here and now."
David thought. "Sucking your cock, rimming you and role play - we don't need fancy costumes if we're into it."
"I'll see what I can do, but no role play the first night. You're going to call my name when I slam into you, not Ianto or anything else," Gareth said.
"That's happened, hasn't it?" David asked, softly. "I wouldn't. You don't get to call me Doctor unless we're doing that scenario, either."
"Yes," Gareth nodded. "But not tonight. The other two may happen. Possibly. If you earn them, slut."
"You'll tell me how I can earn them?" David asked, eyes still lowered. He wouldn't dare look up until told.
"I will," Gareth said. "Look at me, slut. Tell me who I am."
"Sir," David said.
"Who else? And don't say my name."
"Master?" David offered.
"Very good," Gareth nodded. "Though I won't ask you to call me that every time. Still, I am glad you understand."
David nodded, and lowered his eyes again, waiting for more orders.
That first night had been amazing. David still shivered when he thought about it, and if he thought too much about it, he got hard. Their relationship had grown and deepened over the next two years, even surviving David's leaving Doctor Who.
And while he wasn't quite George Clooney, David was becoming quite successful in films, so it was actually more difficult for him to get away with a disguise in public. People knew him as more than just the Doctor now.
So David was still wondering if he and Gareth would get away with this game. He bit his lip. He knew that Gareth often invited guys backstage, though of course nothing ever happened, and girls too - sometimes they played with the girls. Still, there were rumours all over the place about Gareth's sexuality, deliberately cultivated for the possibility of coming out in a year or two, and David knew there was just enough suspicion about himself and Gareth to make it dangerous right now - people suspected them of being together and neither he nor Gareth had ever outright denied it. Of course that was why Gareth had chosen this game. He liked playing on the edge. David did too, but he was a little more cautious than his lover.
David sighed and got into the crowd. He'd looked around and noticed he was the only one in a Lou Reed shirt, which was a relief, as that was to be the signal for him to get backstage.
One of Gareth's minders signaled him, and he went over, staying quiet and nodding at the instructions. He settled into the role, young groupie about to meet the guy he dreamed about at night. David was escorted backstage and let into Gareth's dressing room.
"Hello," Gareth said, standing. "I'm Gareth." He wore a pair of leather pants, a towel around his neck, and nothing else. "It's nice to meet you."
"I'm David and I love your music," David gushed. "I listen to it all the time, and I have all your CDs. You're amazing. And hot."
"Hot, am I?" Gareth asked, amused. "Thank you."
"You are," David said, and he could feel the blush coming over his skin. "Do you mind? I mean… you…" He stopped talking.
"I never mind if a pretty boy calls me hot," Gareth answered. "Of course, I do usually prefer him to wait for permission to do so."
"I won't say anything else unless you say I can," David responded.
"But I want to know about you. Are you a uni student? Or do you work? Or something else?" Gareth asked, offering David a seat.
"Doing my degree in literature," David answered. They'd agreed on the persona when working the scene out. "Lots of work, lots of partying. It's not so bad. Lots of boys." He was to drop in subtle hints to his sexuality. Well. Sort of subtle.
"Really? Do you like boys, David?"
"I like Sirs, but I never seem to find one who really wants me," David said. "Not one who can do what I want him to. I need… I need to be controlled."
"Controlled?" Gareth was sitting, apparently unruffled, in a chair, not too close to David, but not so far away that he couldn't touch him if he didn't want to.
David remembered the first time they'd had this conversation, delving into his kinks and needs, and Gareth's too. It had been sometime during that first night, after he'd earned the right to suck Gareth's cock - his tongue still curled at the memory of that first taste of Gareth's pre-come - and to make him come. The rimming had come later, but it was the conversation he remembered. The knowledge that here could be - and later it turned out that could be meant was - what he had been looking for was heady. And he had admitted to Gareth that he'd never thought of the younger man as a Dom. Or, as he'd discovered later, a switch with a preference for Domming. It worked well as although David preferred to let go, there were times he wanted to be the one in control. It didn't always fit perfectly - there were a few times for each when they both wanted to be on the same end of things - but they worked it out. There were still the girls, Georgia and Gareth's girls - there had been four or five in the last couple of years, but those relationships were separate to David and Gareth, even if they occasionally asked one of the girls to join them. David belonged to Gareth, it was that simple. And that complicated sometimes.
David came back to where they were. "Held down. Spanked. Fucked, Sir."
"You like to be spanked?" Gareth asked, looking amused.
"Among other things. I like to suck cock, I like to kneel for my Sir. I like to give myself up to your - to his control." The slip was deliberate - a way of asking without asking.
"To my control," Gareth said. "Don't pretend. You've wanted that since you walked in here, slut."
"No, Sir," David shook his head. "Longer than that."
"Have you now?" Gareth stood. "If you want that, you'll be on your knees in front of the chair by the time I am standing in front of you." He's three steps away. It takes David two to kneel, head bowed. "Very good," Gareth nodded. "You may be of some use. Depends on how good your mouth is. Not yet!" he said sharply as David's mouth opened instinctively. "You don't just get to put your mouth on my cock, boy. You have to earn that privilege."
David closed his mouth and didn't betray his frustration by more than a slight narrowing of his eyes, knowing Gareth wouldn't necessarily interpret it at the gesture of frustration that it was. He bent his head again and waited to see how Gareth would make him earn it. He couldn't wait. Gareth had such an interesting imagination. Still, he was allowed to help in the fantasies. "I'm such a fan of yours, Sir," he said. "I'd do anything to be allowed to touch you."
"Would you?" Gareth asked, walking around David. "Would you lick my shoes?"
"The moment you gave the order," David answered. "I've been yours since the first time I heard your voice." It was, actually, true, as the first time David had met Gareth, in Russell's office, he'd heard him speak first. David liked to include bits of truth in their play as others, it helped to ground him until he could let go and have Gareth make him fly.
"Tell me about that," Gareth said, sitting down again.
David wasn't used to making up scenarios on the spot but he could do this. "I was sitting in my car, the radio on," he answered. "Heard your voice, your first single it was," he adds, details coming into his mind as the scene formed. "It made me hard, right there in the car. I…" he added a rather pornographic detail that seemed right, "had to pull over so I could toss myself off - it was that hot, Sir."
"You're not just a slut, are you?" Gareth asked. "You're a groupie. You want me, but not me as I am here. You want the rock star. The guitar god. The guy up there on stage. That's what you want and you couldn't care less about who I am off stage. I don't know if I want a slut who only wants me for that reason."
"So what if I am?" David asked. "You picked me, not some other guy out there. You want me, if only for my hair or my body. Why is it any different?" He muttered the words at the floor, but knew Gareth could hear. "Just because you made me so hot all those months ago. And because I toss off to every one of your albums." He looked up at him. "You're a star, Sir. And I'm a lowly slut who never thought he'd be this close to you. Don't know why you chose me."
"Because I knew," Gareth said. "I knew you were a slut who'd be on his knees for me. You're a good slut, as far as that goes, you know. Know how to please your Sir. And you are pleasing me," the praise was true for Gareth, no matter which Gareth was speaking.
"I'm glad to know I please you, Sir," David said softly. "I'm glad I'm good for something…"
"You are. You're good as a slut. Good to kneel for me. Good to be a hole to fuck. Good to take my come. You might be good for other things but I don't know about that yet."
"May I ask how you might find out?" David asked. "I mean, I don't know what you like, Sir. I could do something completely wrong…" and he looked up, just a little. "Wouldn't want you being displeased, Sir."
"I'm finding out," Gareth answered him. "You're doing very well, and I like how you are. I want you to suck my cock," he'd gotten his cock out of his jeans while David hadn't been looking, and David gave him a hungry look. "Oh you want my cock, don't you?" Gareth asked, stroking it in that maddeningly slow way that always made David want to come when he got to watch it. It had the same effect now, and David moaned as his cock showed its interest.
"Get over here, then," Gareth said. "I'll allow you to suck my cock. I like letting little sluts get what they want. For a time. I want something too, of course."
"Your slut will do whatever you wish," David said as he crawled over, knowing Gareth liked him to do that. He made his way over to the chair and settled onto his knees, watching Gareth's hand stroking his cock, the cock David knew very, very well. He had to pretend he didn't though, to make the game more fun. He smiled at Gareth. "You have a beautiful cock, Sir. I would love the chance to earn the privilege of taking it up my arse."
Gareth groaned, his eyes flicking down to meet David's. "Groupie slut you are," Gareth said. "Good for nothing but being fucked by the star. That's all you want, to feel my cock, a star's cock in that tiny, hungry little hole of yours. Tell me who you are and what you want, slut."
"I'm a groupie slut," David answered, eyes on Gareth's cock and hand. "I'm hungry for your cock, your star's cock, to be inside me. To have you fuck me until I scream."
"You'll have to suck me first," Gareth said, and he groaned a little as his fingers trailed over the head of his cock. "Suck these first, slut," he said, presenting his sticky fingers, coated in pre-come, to David.
David sucked the sticky pre-come off Gareth's fingers, his tongue lingering over the digits and making Gareth moan a little as his tongue worked the spots he knew were sensitive.
"Now suck my cock," Gareth said. "And you'd better do as good a job on it, or your arse won't be allowed to feel it."
David nodded, and pressed a soft, tender kiss to the head of Gareth's cock. Then he let his tongue slip out and he licked the head, concentrating on the slit to taste more of Gareth's pre-come. He stretched his lips and took the head in, sucking deeply. Gareth's moan was music to his ears as David sucked, his lips moving slowly down the swollen flesh, stopping so his tongue could press against the underside. He did use his intimate knowledge of Gareth to work him up and turn him on, of course, his fingers moving up to touch the backs of Gareth's knees right where he knew his Sir was sensitive, his tongue pressing harder against that spot that always made Gareth moan. It seemed too soon when he heard Gareth speak again, and David lifted his head from Gareth's cock so he could listen.
"I know sluts like you always carry lube and condoms," Gareth said, just a tiny tremor in his voice betraying his arousal - well, that and his hard cock of course. "I want you to make yourself ready for me. I want you to push your fingers into your tight, slutty hole, and ride them, and give me a really good show, and then I want you to get on your hands and knees so I can fuck you."
David knew that the condom had just been a scene mention, so he didn't have to say anything to that. He slipped the lube ^^packet out of his jeans, knowing that Gareth was stripping now, he wasn't told to watch him, so he didn't, instead sliding out of his t-shirt and jeans, returning to kneel with the lube packet clenched between his teeth.
"Very good," Gareth said. "You obviously have a lot of practice at being a groupie slut."
"For you, a lot, Sir," David said. "And maybe one or two others… but they're not as hot as you are."
"Good answer," Gareth said. His fingers slid inside David's prepared hole, ostensibly checking but David knew it was just another form of torture, torture he welcomed and begged for. He pressed David over onto his hands and knees. "I'm going to fuck you now."
"Please, Sir, please fuck your little groupie slut," David begged, wanting so much to feel Gareth's cock that he nearly sobbed the words out. "Please use your slut, make him feel worth something, make him come…"
"Oh I will," Gareth said, cock nestled between David's cheeks before he pushed in. "I'll make you know that the only way for a slut like you to be worth something is on your hands and knees and taking a star's cock up your arse." And Gareth entered David with a long, hard thrust.
David threw his head back and moaned. "Oh, please, Sir, more, I need more, your cock is amazing and wonderful and I love it…"
"You're doing a good job earning the privilege to take it," Gareth said, thrusting harder, and making David moan. "Keep it up, slut."
David whimpered, and said many more dirty, hot phrases, begging Gareth for his cock and to touch him, which Gareth did, reaching around his hip and taking his cock in his hand.
"Don't know if you've fully earned this, slut, but you're tight enough to make it good so I'll let you have it," Gareth groaned out as he fucked David hard. He thrust hard into David and pulled on David's cock in time with his thrusts.
David was whimpering and moaning and when Gareth's cock hit his prostate he screamed, long and loud. He did it again when Gareth's fingers pressed against the base of his cock. "Not yet, slut," Gareth growled in David's ear. "You'll come when I say, and not before!"
"Yes, Sir," David moaned, hoping when Gareth said would be soon. It wasn't that he was even that close, not until Gareth got rough with him.
He knew Gareth was close, though, so it wasn't too long before Gareth growled into his ear again. "Come, slut. I want to feel that slutty hole of yours tighten around me. Now."
And David came, nearly blacking out with the intensity, and he would have scramed but the sound choked up in his throat as he felt Gareth's cock swell inside him and felt Gareth's come. He groaned and fell forward, eyes closing.
"Good slut," Gareth murmured as he followed him down. "Always so good for me…"
And David was content. He'd pleased his Sir.
Title: Enacting Fantasies
Author: joanne_c
Fandom or Genre: Doctor Who/Torchwood RPS
Pairing or Character: David Tennant/Gareth David-Lloyd
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, D/s, roleplaying
Word Count: 3734
Disclaimer: This is absolute fiction, I made it all up out of my own head.
A/N: Set a couple of years into the future.
Summary: David and Gareth have some fun roleplaying as rock star and groupie.
David wore sunglasses and hoped no one would recognize him. The perils of being a notoriously thin body type, not to mention being a rather well known actor, meant that sometimes he would be recognized at exactly the wrong moment. And just because he was in his Lou Reed t-shirt, and leather pants, didn't mean he wouldn't be picked out of a crowd. Especially when being picked out of a crowd was the point… but he only wanted Gareth to do that.
Sometimes he wondered if a creative lover with a role playing kink was a bug and not a feature. Times like now, when he could feel the crowd around him. Surprisingly few people called Gareth Ianto nowadays, except at conventions and when trying to remember who he played. To everyone's surprise, Gareth had become more famous as a rock star than as Ianto. Oh he was still working on the show, and doing occasional crossovers to Doctor Who, but the world outside of cult TV fandom had embraced Gareth the singer and while he enjoyed the acting, Gareth did enjoy the rock star side of things, and David just wanted him to be happy.
It had been sometime during Catherine's goodbye party, David remembered. He and Gareth had ended up alone in a corner, watching John flirt his way around the room and Eve had been chatting rather intently to Catherine. Gareth hadn't seemed to be paying much attention, though, and David had figured out why not when he'd felt a rather possessive hand on his arse. "Oh," he'd said, giving Gareth a smile. "What makes you think I want something like that?"
"Your reputation, gossip about how you've seduced every pretty guy on the show and half the girls… oh and the fact that I can see you're already hard," Gareth had answered matter-of-factly, the hand not resting on David's arse moving to squeeze his cock. "Don't make a sound," Gareth said. "Not unless you want us to get teased to death…" David was trying to think why that would be a problem when he'd heard John's laughter. Oh. Yeah. That… and he'd moaned, but softly.
"When can we get out of here?" he asked, trying not to sound too breathless.
"When I say," Gareth answered. "If I decide to keep you here all night, hard for me, you'll stay, won't you, David? And if I tell you I want everyone to know just how hard you are for me, you will tell them, won't you? Because you're already mine." It wasn't a question.
David had nodded, anyway. "Yes." Very softly. Not sure yet what the rules were, but knowing that Gareth was right. David was his.
"I've wanted you for a long time," Gareth said. "Through Sophia and Ben, Carey, Tom, John - both of them, I believe, and I heard you let Sir Derek seduce you too. And all the rumours about Billie were true. Don't know for sure if you had Catherine or Freema, but I wouldn't be surprised, and there's a long list of pretty boys I know have shared your bed. You're a slut, David. But you're my slut. If you want to continue fucking Georgia, you can. I don't care about that. But you're mine," he said, fiercely. "No one else but Georgia You can do all you want with girls. Well. One at a time. And no one else but me. I'll agree to the same."
David nodded, again. "Yes, Sir," he said, quietly. Sudden as it was, he knew this was what he wanted. What he'd been trying to find in all of those brief encounters.
"If we were alone right now, what would you do?" Gareth asked him. "Tell me. And I would already have you naked. That's a given."
"I'd kneel for you, Sir. Beg to be allowed to touch you. Then I'd wait for a cue beyond that," David answered.
Gareth nodded. "You're going to leave now. Go over, kiss and hug Catherine, say you've a headache or whatever you need to get away. I'll expect you at my flat," Gareth rattled off the number and handed David a key, "naked and kneeling just inside the door, when I get home." His flat was a couple of floors below David's, he might have just asked for him to kneel if they hadn't lived in the same building. Possibly.
David could never remember anything between nodding to Gareth and getting home, undressing in his own flat, slipping a short, silk robe around his body before heading down two floors to Gareth's flat, opening and closing the door, folding his robe very neatly on a chair and kneeling. He had no idea how long he waited there - it wasn't too long, his knees weren't protesting - until the door opened and Gareth turned on the light. "Very good," he said, quietly. "We'd better get some ground rules here. Do you know the colour system? Red for stop, yellow for pause, green for go?" David nodded. It was easier, though he did have his own safeword. "It's easier the first time," Gareth said. "No distractions trying to remember safewords. I want you to stand up when I tell you to. Strip me, and then kneel again. Do you have any limits I should know about?"
"Scat, kids, bestiality, broken bones, and I think that's all. When I'm working no marks that can be seen outside of the costumes, and absolutely no marking of my face," David answered.
Gareth nodded, all very standard. "What about kinks? Give me three things you really love. That we can do here and now."
David thought. "Sucking your cock, rimming you and role play - we don't need fancy costumes if we're into it."
"I'll see what I can do, but no role play the first night. You're going to call my name when I slam into you, not Ianto or anything else," Gareth said.
"That's happened, hasn't it?" David asked, softly. "I wouldn't. You don't get to call me Doctor unless we're doing that scenario, either."
"Yes," Gareth nodded. "But not tonight. The other two may happen. Possibly. If you earn them, slut."
"You'll tell me how I can earn them?" David asked, eyes still lowered. He wouldn't dare look up until told.
"I will," Gareth said. "Look at me, slut. Tell me who I am."
"Sir," David said.
"Who else? And don't say my name."
"Master?" David offered.
"Very good," Gareth nodded. "Though I won't ask you to call me that every time. Still, I am glad you understand."
David nodded, and lowered his eyes again, waiting for more orders.
That first night had been amazing. David still shivered when he thought about it, and if he thought too much about it, he got hard. Their relationship had grown and deepened over the next two years, even surviving David's leaving Doctor Who.
And while he wasn't quite George Clooney, David was becoming quite successful in films, so it was actually more difficult for him to get away with a disguise in public. People knew him as more than just the Doctor now.
So David was still wondering if he and Gareth would get away with this game. He bit his lip. He knew that Gareth often invited guys backstage, though of course nothing ever happened, and girls too - sometimes they played with the girls. Still, there were rumours all over the place about Gareth's sexuality, deliberately cultivated for the possibility of coming out in a year or two, and David knew there was just enough suspicion about himself and Gareth to make it dangerous right now - people suspected them of being together and neither he nor Gareth had ever outright denied it. Of course that was why Gareth had chosen this game. He liked playing on the edge. David did too, but he was a little more cautious than his lover.
David sighed and got into the crowd. He'd looked around and noticed he was the only one in a Lou Reed shirt, which was a relief, as that was to be the signal for him to get backstage.
One of Gareth's minders signaled him, and he went over, staying quiet and nodding at the instructions. He settled into the role, young groupie about to meet the guy he dreamed about at night. David was escorted backstage and let into Gareth's dressing room.
"Hello," Gareth said, standing. "I'm Gareth." He wore a pair of leather pants, a towel around his neck, and nothing else. "It's nice to meet you."
"I'm David and I love your music," David gushed. "I listen to it all the time, and I have all your CDs. You're amazing. And hot."
"Hot, am I?" Gareth asked, amused. "Thank you."
"You are," David said, and he could feel the blush coming over his skin. "Do you mind? I mean… you…" He stopped talking.
"I never mind if a pretty boy calls me hot," Gareth answered. "Of course, I do usually prefer him to wait for permission to do so."
"I won't say anything else unless you say I can," David responded.
"But I want to know about you. Are you a uni student? Or do you work? Or something else?" Gareth asked, offering David a seat.
"Doing my degree in literature," David answered. They'd agreed on the persona when working the scene out. "Lots of work, lots of partying. It's not so bad. Lots of boys." He was to drop in subtle hints to his sexuality. Well. Sort of subtle.
"Really? Do you like boys, David?"
"I like Sirs, but I never seem to find one who really wants me," David said. "Not one who can do what I want him to. I need… I need to be controlled."
"Controlled?" Gareth was sitting, apparently unruffled, in a chair, not too close to David, but not so far away that he couldn't touch him if he didn't want to.
David remembered the first time they'd had this conversation, delving into his kinks and needs, and Gareth's too. It had been sometime during that first night, after he'd earned the right to suck Gareth's cock - his tongue still curled at the memory of that first taste of Gareth's pre-come - and to make him come. The rimming had come later, but it was the conversation he remembered. The knowledge that here could be - and later it turned out that could be meant was - what he had been looking for was heady. And he had admitted to Gareth that he'd never thought of the younger man as a Dom. Or, as he'd discovered later, a switch with a preference for Domming. It worked well as although David preferred to let go, there were times he wanted to be the one in control. It didn't always fit perfectly - there were a few times for each when they both wanted to be on the same end of things - but they worked it out. There were still the girls, Georgia and Gareth's girls - there had been four or five in the last couple of years, but those relationships were separate to David and Gareth, even if they occasionally asked one of the girls to join them. David belonged to Gareth, it was that simple. And that complicated sometimes.
David came back to where they were. "Held down. Spanked. Fucked, Sir."
"You like to be spanked?" Gareth asked, looking amused.
"Among other things. I like to suck cock, I like to kneel for my Sir. I like to give myself up to your - to his control." The slip was deliberate - a way of asking without asking.
"To my control," Gareth said. "Don't pretend. You've wanted that since you walked in here, slut."
"No, Sir," David shook his head. "Longer than that."
"Have you now?" Gareth stood. "If you want that, you'll be on your knees in front of the chair by the time I am standing in front of you." He's three steps away. It takes David two to kneel, head bowed. "Very good," Gareth nodded. "You may be of some use. Depends on how good your mouth is. Not yet!" he said sharply as David's mouth opened instinctively. "You don't just get to put your mouth on my cock, boy. You have to earn that privilege."
David closed his mouth and didn't betray his frustration by more than a slight narrowing of his eyes, knowing Gareth wouldn't necessarily interpret it at the gesture of frustration that it was. He bent his head again and waited to see how Gareth would make him earn it. He couldn't wait. Gareth had such an interesting imagination. Still, he was allowed to help in the fantasies. "I'm such a fan of yours, Sir," he said. "I'd do anything to be allowed to touch you."
"Would you?" Gareth asked, walking around David. "Would you lick my shoes?"
"The moment you gave the order," David answered. "I've been yours since the first time I heard your voice." It was, actually, true, as the first time David had met Gareth, in Russell's office, he'd heard him speak first. David liked to include bits of truth in their play as others, it helped to ground him until he could let go and have Gareth make him fly.
"Tell me about that," Gareth said, sitting down again.
David wasn't used to making up scenarios on the spot but he could do this. "I was sitting in my car, the radio on," he answered. "Heard your voice, your first single it was," he adds, details coming into his mind as the scene formed. "It made me hard, right there in the car. I…" he added a rather pornographic detail that seemed right, "had to pull over so I could toss myself off - it was that hot, Sir."
"You're not just a slut, are you?" Gareth asked. "You're a groupie. You want me, but not me as I am here. You want the rock star. The guitar god. The guy up there on stage. That's what you want and you couldn't care less about who I am off stage. I don't know if I want a slut who only wants me for that reason."
"So what if I am?" David asked. "You picked me, not some other guy out there. You want me, if only for my hair or my body. Why is it any different?" He muttered the words at the floor, but knew Gareth could hear. "Just because you made me so hot all those months ago. And because I toss off to every one of your albums." He looked up at him. "You're a star, Sir. And I'm a lowly slut who never thought he'd be this close to you. Don't know why you chose me."
"Because I knew," Gareth said. "I knew you were a slut who'd be on his knees for me. You're a good slut, as far as that goes, you know. Know how to please your Sir. And you are pleasing me," the praise was true for Gareth, no matter which Gareth was speaking.
"I'm glad to know I please you, Sir," David said softly. "I'm glad I'm good for something…"
"You are. You're good as a slut. Good to kneel for me. Good to be a hole to fuck. Good to take my come. You might be good for other things but I don't know about that yet."
"May I ask how you might find out?" David asked. "I mean, I don't know what you like, Sir. I could do something completely wrong…" and he looked up, just a little. "Wouldn't want you being displeased, Sir."
"I'm finding out," Gareth answered him. "You're doing very well, and I like how you are. I want you to suck my cock," he'd gotten his cock out of his jeans while David hadn't been looking, and David gave him a hungry look. "Oh you want my cock, don't you?" Gareth asked, stroking it in that maddeningly slow way that always made David want to come when he got to watch it. It had the same effect now, and David moaned as his cock showed its interest.
"Get over here, then," Gareth said. "I'll allow you to suck my cock. I like letting little sluts get what they want. For a time. I want something too, of course."
"Your slut will do whatever you wish," David said as he crawled over, knowing Gareth liked him to do that. He made his way over to the chair and settled onto his knees, watching Gareth's hand stroking his cock, the cock David knew very, very well. He had to pretend he didn't though, to make the game more fun. He smiled at Gareth. "You have a beautiful cock, Sir. I would love the chance to earn the privilege of taking it up my arse."
Gareth groaned, his eyes flicking down to meet David's. "Groupie slut you are," Gareth said. "Good for nothing but being fucked by the star. That's all you want, to feel my cock, a star's cock in that tiny, hungry little hole of yours. Tell me who you are and what you want, slut."
"I'm a groupie slut," David answered, eyes on Gareth's cock and hand. "I'm hungry for your cock, your star's cock, to be inside me. To have you fuck me until I scream."
"You'll have to suck me first," Gareth said, and he groaned a little as his fingers trailed over the head of his cock. "Suck these first, slut," he said, presenting his sticky fingers, coated in pre-come, to David.
David sucked the sticky pre-come off Gareth's fingers, his tongue lingering over the digits and making Gareth moan a little as his tongue worked the spots he knew were sensitive.
"Now suck my cock," Gareth said. "And you'd better do as good a job on it, or your arse won't be allowed to feel it."
David nodded, and pressed a soft, tender kiss to the head of Gareth's cock. Then he let his tongue slip out and he licked the head, concentrating on the slit to taste more of Gareth's pre-come. He stretched his lips and took the head in, sucking deeply. Gareth's moan was music to his ears as David sucked, his lips moving slowly down the swollen flesh, stopping so his tongue could press against the underside. He did use his intimate knowledge of Gareth to work him up and turn him on, of course, his fingers moving up to touch the backs of Gareth's knees right where he knew his Sir was sensitive, his tongue pressing harder against that spot that always made Gareth moan. It seemed too soon when he heard Gareth speak again, and David lifted his head from Gareth's cock so he could listen.
"I know sluts like you always carry lube and condoms," Gareth said, just a tiny tremor in his voice betraying his arousal - well, that and his hard cock of course. "I want you to make yourself ready for me. I want you to push your fingers into your tight, slutty hole, and ride them, and give me a really good show, and then I want you to get on your hands and knees so I can fuck you."
David knew that the condom had just been a scene mention, so he didn't have to say anything to that. He slipped the lube ^^packet out of his jeans, knowing that Gareth was stripping now, he wasn't told to watch him, so he didn't, instead sliding out of his t-shirt and jeans, returning to kneel with the lube packet clenched between his teeth.
"Very good," Gareth said. "You obviously have a lot of practice at being a groupie slut."
"For you, a lot, Sir," David said. "And maybe one or two others… but they're not as hot as you are."
"Good answer," Gareth said. His fingers slid inside David's prepared hole, ostensibly checking but David knew it was just another form of torture, torture he welcomed and begged for. He pressed David over onto his hands and knees. "I'm going to fuck you now."
"Please, Sir, please fuck your little groupie slut," David begged, wanting so much to feel Gareth's cock that he nearly sobbed the words out. "Please use your slut, make him feel worth something, make him come…"
"Oh I will," Gareth said, cock nestled between David's cheeks before he pushed in. "I'll make you know that the only way for a slut like you to be worth something is on your hands and knees and taking a star's cock up your arse." And Gareth entered David with a long, hard thrust.
David threw his head back and moaned. "Oh, please, Sir, more, I need more, your cock is amazing and wonderful and I love it…"
"You're doing a good job earning the privilege to take it," Gareth said, thrusting harder, and making David moan. "Keep it up, slut."
David whimpered, and said many more dirty, hot phrases, begging Gareth for his cock and to touch him, which Gareth did, reaching around his hip and taking his cock in his hand.
"Don't know if you've fully earned this, slut, but you're tight enough to make it good so I'll let you have it," Gareth groaned out as he fucked David hard. He thrust hard into David and pulled on David's cock in time with his thrusts.
David was whimpering and moaning and when Gareth's cock hit his prostate he screamed, long and loud. He did it again when Gareth's fingers pressed against the base of his cock. "Not yet, slut," Gareth growled in David's ear. "You'll come when I say, and not before!"
"Yes, Sir," David moaned, hoping when Gareth said would be soon. It wasn't that he was even that close, not until Gareth got rough with him.
He knew Gareth was close, though, so it wasn't too long before Gareth growled into his ear again. "Come, slut. I want to feel that slutty hole of yours tighten around me. Now."
And David came, nearly blacking out with the intensity, and he would have scramed but the sound choked up in his throat as he felt Gareth's cock swell inside him and felt Gareth's come. He groaned and fell forward, eyes closing.
"Good slut," Gareth murmured as he followed him down. "Always so good for me…"
And David was content. He'd pleased his Sir.