Watching One's Mouth
Title: Watching One's Mouth
Author: kaylynnkie
Disclaimer: Not mine
Pairing: Chris/Steve
Summary: Despite Chris's best intentions, he doesn't always watch what he says
Word Count: 1,866
Warnings/Rating: NC-17, BDSM, spanking, established D/s relationship
Notes: Written for adnamamai 's prompt over at comment_fic ; “When Kane talks about Tim on Leverage he get's all fangirl-ish or at least he was all "Tim's #1 fangirl" the first season pretty strong. I want a fic where Steve Carlson gets fed up with "Tim this" and "Tim that" and "Tim's Oacar" and "He said I could call him Tim" and such, so Steve ties up Christian and spanks him then shows him who he should really be noticing. Can be a first time or a established relationship between Chris and Steve.”
When Chris first started on Leverage and heard that the Timothy Hutton would be playing the lead, he giggled. Honest to God. Steve gaped at him. Chris never giggled. It was against his code or something.
“But it's Tim Hutton, you know? Oscar Hutton. He's fucking amazing, Stevie,” he said while they were lying in bed one night.
It was supposed to be their night together. Their last one until Chris had to go back to shooting. Steve was going to go to L.A to do some planning with the musical director the CW had sent over. If he remembered correctly, his name was Robert something, but- Dammit! It was their night together! So, he rolled Chris onto his back and demanded he pay attention, but he did forget to use his words.
*
Every phone call and e-mail were rife with Hutton, and it infuriated Chris. The man was only human, but Chris hung on his every word and relayed all of his info to Steve. It was so unfair. Normally, Steve listened. No really. He tried to always be a shoulder for the other man to lean on, but this was ridiculous. The guy was a good actor-great even, but Chris was in love with him, slept on his left side, rubbed his feet when they were together and cooked dinner in their home. Hell, both their names were on the lease.
*
They had a few weeks together in May when Steve had tied up all the loose ends on Supernatural for the season and Chris had a hiatus. There was just one more meeting, then he had the summer off. When he walked in to their Tennessee home, he was furious to overhear Chris ending a call with Hutton.
“Yeah. No. I mean-hmm.” He smiled at Steve and kissed him soundly. He pulled away and laughed at something on the other side. “I understand. See you when I get back then. Okay. Bye, Tim.” Grinning at Steve, he shut the phone and said, “He said I could call him Tim when we started together.”
Steve forced a smile. “I'll just go put my stuff in the bedroom.” He picked up his suitcase and his shoulder bag and walked stiffly down the hallway.
When he came back, Chris had made up a plate of some delicious smelling pasta for him. “You were a little later than I though. I'm sorry if it's a little cold. I can put it back in the microwave,” he said frowning at the spaghetti as if it were being a nuisance.
He smiled at Chris's sweetness. “No, baby. It's fine. Coffee?”
Chris brightened noticeably. “Yup. I already poured you some.”
They made their way to the bedroom with Chris holding his food. Sitting up in bed, Chris watched TV, and Steve ate heartily. He put the empty plate down and sipped at his coffee, finally turning to see what the hell his lover was watching and froze at the movie that was playing. Ordinary-fucking-People.
“What are we watching, Christian?”
He turned to Steve, surprised at the full use of his name. “Ordinary People?”
“Why?”
“Because it's a good movie?” he asked cautiously.
“It's not playing on cable. Did you order it?”
“Yeah,” he said shakily.
“Why?”
“Because it's a good movie.” A little more firmly this time.
“Not because 'Tim's' in it, right?”
Chris's cheeks flamed. “I just...I like his work. He's a great actor.”
“Right. I'm gonna go take a shower now. I'll see you in the morning.”
“Okay-wait! What?”
Steve gathered his dishes and stalked to the kitchen, then the bathroom. “I'm sleeping on the couch!”
“You don't have to do that.”
Chris was following, but he ran into the wall when his lover slammed the bathroom door in his face. “Leave me alone, Christian!”
*
He hated leaving Chris when they were fighting, but he had a deadline and a meeting in two days, and there was no way he would be able to focus on the wrap up while he was mad at the other man. He thought everything would be fine.
What he came home to was a Chris that was so not fine, it damn near broke his heart. Chris hadn't shaved. Not sexy stubble either. He had overgrowth and there were deep purple bags under his eyes.
“Steve?” He opened the door all the way and moved so that Steve could pass. “I called.”
“I know.” Steve sat down at the island in the kitchen and motioned for Chris to sit next to him. “I didn't pick up.”
“Why not?” he asked softly, voice trembling slightly.
“Because I was mad.”
“At me?”
Steve shook his head. “At Tim.”
“Why?”
“I was jealous, baby.
Steve tried to touch him, but Chris pulled away. “No. Not yet.”
He guided Steve to their bedroom. “You want-”
“Please?” He gently pressed two fingers against Steve's arm. “Please? Then, we'll talk about it. We'll set limits and boundaries, but I need...I need this.”
It was devastating to see Chris like this. He was desperate, out of control and the man he trusted to take it away from his was in no condition to be in control.
In a very small voice, he head, “Steve?”
“Yeah. You know what to say, right?”
“Course I do.”
“Alright.” He took a deep breath. Chris needed him, and the reason he was so upset was all Steve's fault. “Okay.”
*
Take a shower. Clean yourself up. Shave and brush your teeth. I want you prepared for absolutely anything I want to do to you. Do you understand?
“Yes, Sir,” Chris whispered to his reflection in the mirror.
He was dressed in a pair of loose sweatpants and nothing else. His hair was still damp from the shower and lube dribbled down his thighs. A warm fragrance like oranges surrounded him. It was a hand lotion that Steve had bought for him from his last trip to that organic beauty shop on the corner. They loved him there. He spent at least fifty bucks every time he visited. He smiled at the memory, then finished gargling and went to the bedroom to meet Steve.
“Sir?”
He was sitting on the bed, his legs braced wide and a paddle on the bed next to him. Chris fidgeted, his cock already filling and rising in response to his master's presence.
Steve was still wearing the same jeans and t shirt, but his demeanor was different. He was in charge, in control. Chris fell to his knees instantly and assumed his position gracefully.
“Beautiful. Come here, pet.”
He rested his head on the top of his master's thigh. “I've been bad, Sir.”
“So have I, darling.”
“I messed up,” his voice wavered and he looked away as a tear rolled down his cheek.
Steve reached over and forced Chris to face him. “We both did. I'll make it right. I promise. I'll make it better.”
“Please,” he whispered.
“Come on. Want one hand to balance?”
He thought about it before he crawled into the other man's lap. “No. My hands behind my back. You holding them there.”
“Alright. Up. I want you to count them,” he instructed, maneuvering Chris onto his knees.
He balanced on the balls of his feet, and Chris held both his wrists in his left hand and the paddle in his right.
“Ready?”
“Yes, Sir. Oh,” he gasped at the first blow. The smack resounded amongst their heavy breathing.
“Count them, remember?”
“One,” he said breathlessly. “Fuck! Two. Three.” His breath hitched. “Four. Ah! Five.” His cock was drooling all over Steve's thigh, pressing insistently against him. “Six. It hurts! Seven.” Openly humping against the other man's leg, he panted out, “Eight. Nine. Ten! Fuck! I can't...almost...”
Steve reached between his legs and twisted Chris's balls painfully. “Not until I say, sweetheart.” His erection wilted slightly.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his head dropping down onto Steve's leg. “Hell. Y'all are gonna kill me.”
“Nah.” He gently stroked Chris's shaft until he was rigid again. He stroked over his tender ass with the paddle, noting how Chris's breathing sped up when he used it on the inside of his thighs and just behind his tight balls. “Gonna make you lose it all over me.”
He looked up at his lover, waiting patiently.
“Kneel.”
Wincing slightly, he knelt at Steve's feet and nuzzled at his groin. “May I?”
Steve nodded and groaned when his boy unzipped him and eased out his cock. He gave a tentative lick and rubbed his face in the soft blonde curls.
“Mm. You smell good, Sir. Taste good, too,” he added with another cat lick.
He caught the other man's eye and then went down on him, certainly not lacking in enthusiasm. Soon enough, he was trembling and achingly hard. He cursed, trying not to gag the man between his legs. Steve tried, he really did, but his hips were pumping up and down steadily. “Fuck. Get up here before I fuck your mouth.”
His voice was rough with sex and lust, and Chris blushed. However, he climbed back up, so he was straddling Steve's cock. He reached behind himself to grip at the other man's cock and slowly slid down, groaning until he bottomed out.
“Oh my god,” he whined. “I'm sorry. God! I'm so sorry.”
Tears cascaded down his cheeks, and he buried his face in Steve's shoulder. Steve gripped his hips and set up a punishing rhythm that had him squirming and whining until - finally - finally, he was coming, painting his belly and Steve's chest white with come. His hips kept pumping as Steve forced him to keep up his rhythm, and they both moaned when Steve came buried deep inside him.
*
“Are we okay now?”
Chris and Steve were sitting up in bed, across from each other. Chris was wincing slightly.
“Baby, we were always okay.” He cupped Chris's cheek. “You can talk about Tim if you want.”
Chris shook his head, laughing. “Well, if I get this when I talk about him, I don't see any reason to stop.”
Steve heaved a heavy sigh and shot him a predatory look that made Chris's heart speed up. “I see you haven't learned anything from your lesson. Maybe you need a firmer hand?”
“You really are gonna kill me this time, aren't you, Steve?”
“Oh, I don't know, Christian. It all depends on how good you are for me.”
“I can be so good for you,” he whispered, pushing Steve down. “Let me show you how good I can be.”
He gripped one ass cheek firmly until Chris gave a pained cry. “Get to it, boy.”
“Yes, Sir.”
*
Author: kaylynnkie
Disclaimer: Not mine
Pairing: Chris/Steve
Summary: Despite Chris's best intentions, he doesn't always watch what he says
Word Count: 1,866
Warnings/Rating: NC-17, BDSM, spanking, established D/s relationship
Notes: Written for adnamamai 's prompt over at comment_fic ; “When Kane talks about Tim on Leverage he get's all fangirl-ish or at least he was all "Tim's #1 fangirl" the first season pretty strong. I want a fic where Steve Carlson gets fed up with "Tim this" and "Tim that" and "Tim's Oacar" and "He said I could call him Tim" and such, so Steve ties up Christian and spanks him then shows him who he should really be noticing. Can be a first time or a established relationship between Chris and Steve.”
When Chris first started on Leverage and heard that the Timothy Hutton would be playing the lead, he giggled. Honest to God. Steve gaped at him. Chris never giggled. It was against his code or something.
“But it's Tim Hutton, you know? Oscar Hutton. He's fucking amazing, Stevie,” he said while they were lying in bed one night.
It was supposed to be their night together. Their last one until Chris had to go back to shooting. Steve was going to go to L.A to do some planning with the musical director the CW had sent over. If he remembered correctly, his name was Robert something, but- Dammit! It was their night together! So, he rolled Chris onto his back and demanded he pay attention, but he did forget to use his words.
*
Every phone call and e-mail were rife with Hutton, and it infuriated Chris. The man was only human, but Chris hung on his every word and relayed all of his info to Steve. It was so unfair. Normally, Steve listened. No really. He tried to always be a shoulder for the other man to lean on, but this was ridiculous. The guy was a good actor-great even, but Chris was in love with him, slept on his left side, rubbed his feet when they were together and cooked dinner in their home. Hell, both their names were on the lease.
*
They had a few weeks together in May when Steve had tied up all the loose ends on Supernatural for the season and Chris had a hiatus. There was just one more meeting, then he had the summer off. When he walked in to their Tennessee home, he was furious to overhear Chris ending a call with Hutton.
“Yeah. No. I mean-hmm.” He smiled at Steve and kissed him soundly. He pulled away and laughed at something on the other side. “I understand. See you when I get back then. Okay. Bye, Tim.” Grinning at Steve, he shut the phone and said, “He said I could call him Tim when we started together.”
Steve forced a smile. “I'll just go put my stuff in the bedroom.” He picked up his suitcase and his shoulder bag and walked stiffly down the hallway.
When he came back, Chris had made up a plate of some delicious smelling pasta for him. “You were a little later than I though. I'm sorry if it's a little cold. I can put it back in the microwave,” he said frowning at the spaghetti as if it were being a nuisance.
He smiled at Chris's sweetness. “No, baby. It's fine. Coffee?”
Chris brightened noticeably. “Yup. I already poured you some.”
They made their way to the bedroom with Chris holding his food. Sitting up in bed, Chris watched TV, and Steve ate heartily. He put the empty plate down and sipped at his coffee, finally turning to see what the hell his lover was watching and froze at the movie that was playing. Ordinary-fucking-People.
“What are we watching, Christian?”
He turned to Steve, surprised at the full use of his name. “Ordinary People?”
“Why?”
“Because it's a good movie?” he asked cautiously.
“It's not playing on cable. Did you order it?”
“Yeah,” he said shakily.
“Why?”
“Because it's a good movie.” A little more firmly this time.
“Not because 'Tim's' in it, right?”
Chris's cheeks flamed. “I just...I like his work. He's a great actor.”
“Right. I'm gonna go take a shower now. I'll see you in the morning.”
“Okay-wait! What?”
Steve gathered his dishes and stalked to the kitchen, then the bathroom. “I'm sleeping on the couch!”
“You don't have to do that.”
Chris was following, but he ran into the wall when his lover slammed the bathroom door in his face. “Leave me alone, Christian!”
*
He hated leaving Chris when they were fighting, but he had a deadline and a meeting in two days, and there was no way he would be able to focus on the wrap up while he was mad at the other man. He thought everything would be fine.
What he came home to was a Chris that was so not fine, it damn near broke his heart. Chris hadn't shaved. Not sexy stubble either. He had overgrowth and there were deep purple bags under his eyes.
“Steve?” He opened the door all the way and moved so that Steve could pass. “I called.”
“I know.” Steve sat down at the island in the kitchen and motioned for Chris to sit next to him. “I didn't pick up.”
“Why not?” he asked softly, voice trembling slightly.
“Because I was mad.”
“At me?”
Steve shook his head. “At Tim.”
“Why?”
“I was jealous, baby.
Steve tried to touch him, but Chris pulled away. “No. Not yet.”
He guided Steve to their bedroom. “You want-”
“Please?” He gently pressed two fingers against Steve's arm. “Please? Then, we'll talk about it. We'll set limits and boundaries, but I need...I need this.”
It was devastating to see Chris like this. He was desperate, out of control and the man he trusted to take it away from his was in no condition to be in control.
In a very small voice, he head, “Steve?”
“Yeah. You know what to say, right?”
“Course I do.”
“Alright.” He took a deep breath. Chris needed him, and the reason he was so upset was all Steve's fault. “Okay.”
*
Take a shower. Clean yourself up. Shave and brush your teeth. I want you prepared for absolutely anything I want to do to you. Do you understand?
“Yes, Sir,” Chris whispered to his reflection in the mirror.
He was dressed in a pair of loose sweatpants and nothing else. His hair was still damp from the shower and lube dribbled down his thighs. A warm fragrance like oranges surrounded him. It was a hand lotion that Steve had bought for him from his last trip to that organic beauty shop on the corner. They loved him there. He spent at least fifty bucks every time he visited. He smiled at the memory, then finished gargling and went to the bedroom to meet Steve.
“Sir?”
He was sitting on the bed, his legs braced wide and a paddle on the bed next to him. Chris fidgeted, his cock already filling and rising in response to his master's presence.
Steve was still wearing the same jeans and t shirt, but his demeanor was different. He was in charge, in control. Chris fell to his knees instantly and assumed his position gracefully.
“Beautiful. Come here, pet.”
He rested his head on the top of his master's thigh. “I've been bad, Sir.”
“So have I, darling.”
“I messed up,” his voice wavered and he looked away as a tear rolled down his cheek.
Steve reached over and forced Chris to face him. “We both did. I'll make it right. I promise. I'll make it better.”
“Please,” he whispered.
“Come on. Want one hand to balance?”
He thought about it before he crawled into the other man's lap. “No. My hands behind my back. You holding them there.”
“Alright. Up. I want you to count them,” he instructed, maneuvering Chris onto his knees.
He balanced on the balls of his feet, and Chris held both his wrists in his left hand and the paddle in his right.
“Ready?”
“Yes, Sir. Oh,” he gasped at the first blow. The smack resounded amongst their heavy breathing.
“Count them, remember?”
“One,” he said breathlessly. “Fuck! Two. Three.” His breath hitched. “Four. Ah! Five.” His cock was drooling all over Steve's thigh, pressing insistently against him. “Six. It hurts! Seven.” Openly humping against the other man's leg, he panted out, “Eight. Nine. Ten! Fuck! I can't...almost...”
Steve reached between his legs and twisted Chris's balls painfully. “Not until I say, sweetheart.” His erection wilted slightly.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his head dropping down onto Steve's leg. “Hell. Y'all are gonna kill me.”
“Nah.” He gently stroked Chris's shaft until he was rigid again. He stroked over his tender ass with the paddle, noting how Chris's breathing sped up when he used it on the inside of his thighs and just behind his tight balls. “Gonna make you lose it all over me.”
He looked up at his lover, waiting patiently.
“Kneel.”
Wincing slightly, he knelt at Steve's feet and nuzzled at his groin. “May I?”
Steve nodded and groaned when his boy unzipped him and eased out his cock. He gave a tentative lick and rubbed his face in the soft blonde curls.
“Mm. You smell good, Sir. Taste good, too,” he added with another cat lick.
He caught the other man's eye and then went down on him, certainly not lacking in enthusiasm. Soon enough, he was trembling and achingly hard. He cursed, trying not to gag the man between his legs. Steve tried, he really did, but his hips were pumping up and down steadily. “Fuck. Get up here before I fuck your mouth.”
His voice was rough with sex and lust, and Chris blushed. However, he climbed back up, so he was straddling Steve's cock. He reached behind himself to grip at the other man's cock and slowly slid down, groaning until he bottomed out.
“Oh my god,” he whined. “I'm sorry. God! I'm so sorry.”
Tears cascaded down his cheeks, and he buried his face in Steve's shoulder. Steve gripped his hips and set up a punishing rhythm that had him squirming and whining until - finally - finally, he was coming, painting his belly and Steve's chest white with come. His hips kept pumping as Steve forced him to keep up his rhythm, and they both moaned when Steve came buried deep inside him.
*
“Are we okay now?”
Chris and Steve were sitting up in bed, across from each other. Chris was wincing slightly.
“Baby, we were always okay.” He cupped Chris's cheek. “You can talk about Tim if you want.”
Chris shook his head, laughing. “Well, if I get this when I talk about him, I don't see any reason to stop.”
Steve heaved a heavy sigh and shot him a predatory look that made Chris's heart speed up. “I see you haven't learned anything from your lesson. Maybe you need a firmer hand?”
“You really are gonna kill me this time, aren't you, Steve?”
“Oh, I don't know, Christian. It all depends on how good you are for me.”
“I can be so good for you,” he whispered, pushing Steve down. “Let me show you how good I can be.”
He gripped one ass cheek firmly until Chris gave a pained cry. “Get to it, boy.”
“Yes, Sir.”
*