Bound (Becker/Lyle)
Becker shivers as the cable ties are fastened around his wrist, biting into his skin, and he knows there will be tell-tale marks for days. He tells himself he can do this but as a trail of gentle kisses is left along his spine he gasps and has to bite his lower lip to stop himself from begging the other man to stop. But he instinctively opens his legs further when his cheeks are spread apart and as a tongue teasingly reaches out Becker can’t swallow down a desperate moan.
“Lyle, please…”
“Shut up.”
The sudden slap against his arse takes Becker by surprise but it calms his wildly beating heart just a bit. This is easy. This is how it should be. Quick, harsh, painful, nothing that could lull him into false hope. He welcomes the sudden, almost violent thrust of Lyle’s cock after just a few moments of preparation that was in no way enough to loosen Becker’s body for the unyielding rhythm set by the other man.
First he’s pushed deep into the bed by Lyle’s weight but then he’s pulled up to his knees by strong hands and calloused fingers wrap around his half-hard dick. Every desperate stroke feels like being punished for the death of two men he never even met before they had to die but Becker can’t help but react to the teasing movements over his dick and the feeling of Lyle’s cock pushing inside him in a wild rhythm.
“Oh god, Jon…”
But Lyle just growls angrily and pushes Becker’s face into the pillows, driving into his body painfully. It only takes them a few more deep thrusts to lose control completely and they’re both coming, Becker with a silent whimper and Lyle with a hoarse cry against the sweaty skin of Becker’s neck.
When Becker finally comes down from the high of his orgasm he finds that the cable ties have been already removed and Lyle is lying on the bed with his back to him. Becker knows he shouldn’t but he reaches out with slightly trembling hands he’d be ashamed of under different circumstances. Lyle faces him only reluctantly but when he does Becker can see unshed tears in hazel eyes and it makes him freeze.
He has never seen Lyle as anything but stone hard and furious in his presence, this vulnerability scares him. He has come to learn how to handle Lyle’s temper and desperate need but to see the other man in such pain hurts too much. Becker flinches when Lyle unexpectedly reaches out to push a stray dark lock out of his eyes and he can see the effect it has on the man.
“Why do you keep letting me do this to you?”
The question is almost too silent for Becker to hear and he can’t be sure he was at all supposed to hear. He has answer ready but he knows Lyle wouldn’t be able to handle its weight so he keeps silent and only repeats the words in his mind like a lifeline.
I love you.