FIC: Lightning Strikes Again (RPS AU, Liam/Jason, NC-17)
Lightning Strikes Again
Author: darkrosetiger and telesilla
Fandom/Pairing: RPS AU, Liam Neeson/Jason Isaacs
Rating: NC-17
50kinkyways prompt: 017/050 -- Anal Plugs
Word Count: 1,903
Disclaimer: Not RL; didn't happen. If you think this has anything to do with the real actors involved, then you need to put down the crack pipe.
Summary: Jason's rather interesting ride home is followed up by a scene that pushes his limits.
Notes: This follows directly from Getting Quiet on the Louder Side so read that one first. It still takes place in the Office Porn universe although we've left the office now. At least Jason still has his tie on. The title is from "Shelter From the Rain" by All About Eve.
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For all that Jason and Liam live fairly close to the office, the ride home is agonizing for Jason. He's gotten used to riding on Liam's bike with a freshly beaten ass; Liam's always liked teasing him that way. Used to it or not, it's still painful and is more than enough to keep him hard even if it weren't for the damn butt plug Liam stuffed up inside him after spanking him.
Jason's had vibrating plugs stuffed in him before; although when they started Liam wasn't as fond of tech toys as Jason was, it didn't take long before Liam got used to the idea of things like remote control vibrators and any number of complicated, expensive, and downright cruel toys. But the machine they're riding--one of Liam's touring bikes--provides a different kind of vibration than any plug Jason's ever worn. As he clings to Liam's waist Jason's glad Liam didn't use one of the plugs designed to press right against his prostate. I don't know that I'd be able to make this ride without coming if he'd done that.
This isn't quite perfect--they're still in the city, and not on the open road--but having Jason snuggled up behind him on the bike is pretty damned close as far as Liam's concerned. When they get to a stop light, Liam leans back and yells, "How're you doing there?"
"Honestly?" Jason yells back, taking the opportunity to squirm just a little. "I've been worse off, Master." He pauses. "But not in quite a while."
"Poor baby," Liam says, sounding distinctly unsympathetic. "We're almost home--just hang on for a bit longer, all right?"
"God," Jason moans quietly before saying "yes Master," in a voice Liam can hear. He wants, hell he fucking needs to be fucked, needs to feel Liam's cock slamming into him. Christ, I hope he forgets that he wanted to beat me.
Liam drives down into the garage and parks the bike. He gives Jason's hand a quick squeeze, but no more than that; there are camera everywhere and while they're both out as gay, neither of them feels the need to draw attention to the kink.
"I'm a fucking wreck," Jason mutters as he pulls his helmet off. Its an effort to walk like there isn't a plug inside him, like he hasn't been spanked and then put on a motorcycle, like he isn't as hard as steel under his jeans. "I really, really need you to fuck me," he adds softly as they walk toward the elevators. "Please, Master?"
"Mmm. I did say I would, didn't I?" They step into the elevator and Liam leans in and says quietly, "But first, I'm still going to beat your ass, got it?"
"Yes Master," Jason says, swallowing hard. He hadn't made enough noise to justify the gag back at the office, but he has a feeling Liam will have him screaming before the night is out.
The elevator stops and they step out into their apartment. Liam heads upstairs, straight for the playroom, shedding his jacket and stretching once he's there.
"Lose everything from the waist down and get up against the wall," he orders Jason.
As always the act of stripping down in here gets to Jason. It's more psychological than anything; their penthouse condo is designed with the view of the Bay in mind and there's no way anyone is going to see him through the floor to ceiling windows. It doesn't matter; he feels faintly ridiculous once he's down to his shirt and tie and before he can stop himself, he reaches up and adjusts his tie.
Liam grins and shakes his head. "You're a piece of work, boy. Come on--up against the wall. Do I need to put cuffs on, or will you be okay without them?"
Liam doesn't always offer Jason a choice like this; that he has now is a good indication that the beating will be hard. "Cuffs please, Master," he says, moving over to the right part of the wall.
"Not a problem, lad." Liam fastens the fur-lined leather cuffs around Jason's wrists, then hooks them onto the chains, adjusting everything so that Jason will be comfortable. "Make sure you don't lose that plug, boy," he warns as he gets out a long, clear lucite rod with a rubber grip. "Are you ready?"
Am I ever actually "ready" for this? Jason takes a deep breath and then nods once. "Yes, Master. Please, Master."
Liam reaches for the stereo remote, shuffles it to the Boiled in Lead mix, and turns it on. He waits for a couple of measures, then starts in lightly at first, slowly ramping up until he's landing solid blows on Jason's ass.
As soon as Jason recognizes the music, he takes a long, deep breath. The first blow isn't hard, but it's followed in fairly quick order by the next and the next, and soon Jason's moaning. Liam's so good at this; not only does he give Jason time to get used to it before he really starts whaling on Jason's ass, but he knows Jason well enough to know when the endorphins will kick in.
"Such a good boy I've got," Liam murmurs, just loud enough for Jason to hear him over the music. "You're so gorgeous when you're hurting for your Master." He's hitting Jason a bit harder now, though still not at close to his full strength.
"Thank...you," Jason gasps out. "Love...hurting for you...Master." And now, it's true; he's gone on the feeling of each blow landing on his already sore ass. The plug inside isn't enough, though, he finds himself wishing it were bigger.
Liam brings his arm back and down on Jason's ass in perfect time with the music. Jason will be bruised in the morning, and he probably won't be able to sit comfortably until Monday, and that's exactly what they're both hoping for.
"Breathe," he warns Jason before landing a savage blow, followed by several more in quick succession.
The breath Jason takes in on Liam's command gets exhaled in the form of a scream, followed by several more screams. Liam's pushing him hard tonight; even a few years ago Jason would have said he could never take this much. But now he knows he can, and knowing that he can give Liam this kind of scene is almost as good as what the combination of pain and endorphins are doing to Jason's brain.
"Six more," Liam says, counting down six viciously hard strokes of the cane.
As Jason screams his way through them, he knows that he'd have called for a stop if Liam hadn't told him how many more. As it is, he's hoarse by the time the last blow falls, and he's only on his feet because he's hanging onto the chains hooking the cuffs to the wall.
Liam throws the cane aside and wraps his arms around Jason, holding him tightly. "My boy," he says softly, kissing Jason's hair. "You're been so good today--and now, you get your reward." He reaches down and slowly works the plug out, tossing it into the used toy bin.
"Step up a bit...there you go." Liam places a low step-stool in front of Jason and helps him up onto it so that Jason will be at the perfect height for Liam to fuck him. He's hard enough by now that he groans with relief when he undoes his jeans so he can lube up.
He stands behind Jason, his cock just pressing against Jason's hole. "This what you want, boy?"
"Please, Master," Jason moans, pressing back against Liam. "Need you to fuck me...please!" He's still clinging hard to the chains, and he cries out as Liam slams into him. "God...more, please Master...more!"
There's no reason at all for Liam to hold back, so he doesn't, pounding into Jason brutally, "Mine!" he snarls. "My boy, my fucking slut, gonna fuck you so hard...Christ!:
As Jason clings to the chains and feels that big cock moving inside him, it's all so overwhelming that he starts crying. "Yours," he gets out, and "love you" and "fuck me" but he's not really aware of speaking at all. He's not even sure if he can come like this; every nerve in his body seems over-stimulated.
Jason doesn't cry that often during a scene; Liam's pleased that he got him there, and a little concerned for him. "Almost there, boy," he says gently. "I've got you." He reaches around and strokes Jason's cock firmly. "Can you come for me now, lad?"
Jason hadn't thought he could, but the moment Liam asks for it and touches him, he gives a harsh shout and comes hard. "Please," he moans. "Want to...feel you...."
Liam throws his head back and yells, a harsh, guttural sound, shoves into Jason once more and comes, shuddering violently. As soon as he stops shaking, he undoes the quick-release snaps on the cuffs and collapses onto the floor, pulling Jason with him.
"Love you," he whispers.
Still crying a little, Jason just clings to Liam. For once, he doesn't care at all about how he looks; he just wants to be close to Liam. This, feeling small and safe, is something Jason learned early on about having a top as large as Liam. "Love you, Master," he murmurs.
Liam takes Jason's tie off and unbuttons his shirt so he can get at bare skin as he strokes Jason's hair and holds him close, letting him cry. I've got to be the luckiest sod in the world, to have him as my partner in business and in the rest of my life, he thinks.
"Sorry," Jason says when he finally pulls back a little from Liam. He shakes his head and smiles a little. "You're a bloody sadist, you are," he adds. "How in hell did I end up with such a pervert?"
"Fuck if I know," Liam retorts. "And stop apologizing already. I'm impressed, you know--even back in my bottoming days, I couldn't have taken that much. You did good." He squeezes Jason tightly.
"You're good at getting me to go further than I normally would," Jason replies. He shifts position and winces a little. "I'll be feeling this all weekend," he says. "Good thing it's supposed to rain; I'll have an excuse to stay in and read."
"We don't have any plans, so we can sleep in, and soak in the tub for a while, maybe smoke a little," Liam tells him, leaning in to nuzzle his hair. "How're you feeling, aside from having a sore ass?"
"LIke I desperately need a shower," Jason says. "I'm also fucking starving. Have we got anything edible or should we just call out?" He leans against Liam for a moment. "I think I'll want you with me in the shower; I'm still a little unsteady."
"Calling out tonight," Liam says firmly. He gets to his feet, holding his hands out to help Jason up.
"Sounds good." Jason remains on the floor while Liam undresses quickly and then the two of them make their way into the large bathroom adjoining the master bedroom. "You're so good to me," Jason says with a grin as LIam helps him into the shower.
Liam grins back and turns the water on, Jason leaning against him as they stand under the hot spray. "It's mutual, you know."
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Author: darkrosetiger and telesilla
Fandom/Pairing: RPS AU, Liam Neeson/Jason Isaacs
Rating: NC-17
50kinkyways prompt: 017/050 -- Anal Plugs
Word Count: 1,903
Disclaimer: Not RL; didn't happen. If you think this has anything to do with the real actors involved, then you need to put down the crack pipe.
Summary: Jason's rather interesting ride home is followed up by a scene that pushes his limits.
Notes: This follows directly from Getting Quiet on the Louder Side so read that one first. It still takes place in the Office Porn universe although we've left the office now. At least Jason still has his tie on. The title is from "Shelter From the Rain" by All About Eve.
* * *
For all that Jason and Liam live fairly close to the office, the ride home is agonizing for Jason. He's gotten used to riding on Liam's bike with a freshly beaten ass; Liam's always liked teasing him that way. Used to it or not, it's still painful and is more than enough to keep him hard even if it weren't for the damn butt plug Liam stuffed up inside him after spanking him.
Jason's had vibrating plugs stuffed in him before; although when they started Liam wasn't as fond of tech toys as Jason was, it didn't take long before Liam got used to the idea of things like remote control vibrators and any number of complicated, expensive, and downright cruel toys. But the machine they're riding--one of Liam's touring bikes--provides a different kind of vibration than any plug Jason's ever worn. As he clings to Liam's waist Jason's glad Liam didn't use one of the plugs designed to press right against his prostate. I don't know that I'd be able to make this ride without coming if he'd done that.
This isn't quite perfect--they're still in the city, and not on the open road--but having Jason snuggled up behind him on the bike is pretty damned close as far as Liam's concerned. When they get to a stop light, Liam leans back and yells, "How're you doing there?"
"Honestly?" Jason yells back, taking the opportunity to squirm just a little. "I've been worse off, Master." He pauses. "But not in quite a while."
"Poor baby," Liam says, sounding distinctly unsympathetic. "We're almost home--just hang on for a bit longer, all right?"
"God," Jason moans quietly before saying "yes Master," in a voice Liam can hear. He wants, hell he fucking needs to be fucked, needs to feel Liam's cock slamming into him. Christ, I hope he forgets that he wanted to beat me.
Liam drives down into the garage and parks the bike. He gives Jason's hand a quick squeeze, but no more than that; there are camera everywhere and while they're both out as gay, neither of them feels the need to draw attention to the kink.
"I'm a fucking wreck," Jason mutters as he pulls his helmet off. Its an effort to walk like there isn't a plug inside him, like he hasn't been spanked and then put on a motorcycle, like he isn't as hard as steel under his jeans. "I really, really need you to fuck me," he adds softly as they walk toward the elevators. "Please, Master?"
"Mmm. I did say I would, didn't I?" They step into the elevator and Liam leans in and says quietly, "But first, I'm still going to beat your ass, got it?"
"Yes Master," Jason says, swallowing hard. He hadn't made enough noise to justify the gag back at the office, but he has a feeling Liam will have him screaming before the night is out.
The elevator stops and they step out into their apartment. Liam heads upstairs, straight for the playroom, shedding his jacket and stretching once he's there.
"Lose everything from the waist down and get up against the wall," he orders Jason.
As always the act of stripping down in here gets to Jason. It's more psychological than anything; their penthouse condo is designed with the view of the Bay in mind and there's no way anyone is going to see him through the floor to ceiling windows. It doesn't matter; he feels faintly ridiculous once he's down to his shirt and tie and before he can stop himself, he reaches up and adjusts his tie.
Liam grins and shakes his head. "You're a piece of work, boy. Come on--up against the wall. Do I need to put cuffs on, or will you be okay without them?"
Liam doesn't always offer Jason a choice like this; that he has now is a good indication that the beating will be hard. "Cuffs please, Master," he says, moving over to the right part of the wall.
"Not a problem, lad." Liam fastens the fur-lined leather cuffs around Jason's wrists, then hooks them onto the chains, adjusting everything so that Jason will be comfortable. "Make sure you don't lose that plug, boy," he warns as he gets out a long, clear lucite rod with a rubber grip. "Are you ready?"
Am I ever actually "ready" for this? Jason takes a deep breath and then nods once. "Yes, Master. Please, Master."
Liam reaches for the stereo remote, shuffles it to the Boiled in Lead mix, and turns it on. He waits for a couple of measures, then starts in lightly at first, slowly ramping up until he's landing solid blows on Jason's ass.
As soon as Jason recognizes the music, he takes a long, deep breath. The first blow isn't hard, but it's followed in fairly quick order by the next and the next, and soon Jason's moaning. Liam's so good at this; not only does he give Jason time to get used to it before he really starts whaling on Jason's ass, but he knows Jason well enough to know when the endorphins will kick in.
"Such a good boy I've got," Liam murmurs, just loud enough for Jason to hear him over the music. "You're so gorgeous when you're hurting for your Master." He's hitting Jason a bit harder now, though still not at close to his full strength.
"Thank...you," Jason gasps out. "Love...hurting for you...Master." And now, it's true; he's gone on the feeling of each blow landing on his already sore ass. The plug inside isn't enough, though, he finds himself wishing it were bigger.
Liam brings his arm back and down on Jason's ass in perfect time with the music. Jason will be bruised in the morning, and he probably won't be able to sit comfortably until Monday, and that's exactly what they're both hoping for.
"Breathe," he warns Jason before landing a savage blow, followed by several more in quick succession.
The breath Jason takes in on Liam's command gets exhaled in the form of a scream, followed by several more screams. Liam's pushing him hard tonight; even a few years ago Jason would have said he could never take this much. But now he knows he can, and knowing that he can give Liam this kind of scene is almost as good as what the combination of pain and endorphins are doing to Jason's brain.
"Six more," Liam says, counting down six viciously hard strokes of the cane.
As Jason screams his way through them, he knows that he'd have called for a stop if Liam hadn't told him how many more. As it is, he's hoarse by the time the last blow falls, and he's only on his feet because he's hanging onto the chains hooking the cuffs to the wall.
Liam throws the cane aside and wraps his arms around Jason, holding him tightly. "My boy," he says softly, kissing Jason's hair. "You're been so good today--and now, you get your reward." He reaches down and slowly works the plug out, tossing it into the used toy bin.
"Step up a bit...there you go." Liam places a low step-stool in front of Jason and helps him up onto it so that Jason will be at the perfect height for Liam to fuck him. He's hard enough by now that he groans with relief when he undoes his jeans so he can lube up.
He stands behind Jason, his cock just pressing against Jason's hole. "This what you want, boy?"
"Please, Master," Jason moans, pressing back against Liam. "Need you to fuck me...please!" He's still clinging hard to the chains, and he cries out as Liam slams into him. "God...more, please Master...more!"
There's no reason at all for Liam to hold back, so he doesn't, pounding into Jason brutally, "Mine!" he snarls. "My boy, my fucking slut, gonna fuck you so hard...Christ!:
As Jason clings to the chains and feels that big cock moving inside him, it's all so overwhelming that he starts crying. "Yours," he gets out, and "love you" and "fuck me" but he's not really aware of speaking at all. He's not even sure if he can come like this; every nerve in his body seems over-stimulated.
Jason doesn't cry that often during a scene; Liam's pleased that he got him there, and a little concerned for him. "Almost there, boy," he says gently. "I've got you." He reaches around and strokes Jason's cock firmly. "Can you come for me now, lad?"
Jason hadn't thought he could, but the moment Liam asks for it and touches him, he gives a harsh shout and comes hard. "Please," he moans. "Want to...feel you...."
Liam throws his head back and yells, a harsh, guttural sound, shoves into Jason once more and comes, shuddering violently. As soon as he stops shaking, he undoes the quick-release snaps on the cuffs and collapses onto the floor, pulling Jason with him.
"Love you," he whispers.
Still crying a little, Jason just clings to Liam. For once, he doesn't care at all about how he looks; he just wants to be close to Liam. This, feeling small and safe, is something Jason learned early on about having a top as large as Liam. "Love you, Master," he murmurs.
Liam takes Jason's tie off and unbuttons his shirt so he can get at bare skin as he strokes Jason's hair and holds him close, letting him cry. I've got to be the luckiest sod in the world, to have him as my partner in business and in the rest of my life, he thinks.
"Sorry," Jason says when he finally pulls back a little from Liam. He shakes his head and smiles a little. "You're a bloody sadist, you are," he adds. "How in hell did I end up with such a pervert?"
"Fuck if I know," Liam retorts. "And stop apologizing already. I'm impressed, you know--even back in my bottoming days, I couldn't have taken that much. You did good." He squeezes Jason tightly.
"You're good at getting me to go further than I normally would," Jason replies. He shifts position and winces a little. "I'll be feeling this all weekend," he says. "Good thing it's supposed to rain; I'll have an excuse to stay in and read."
"We don't have any plans, so we can sleep in, and soak in the tub for a while, maybe smoke a little," Liam tells him, leaning in to nuzzle his hair. "How're you feeling, aside from having a sore ass?"
"LIke I desperately need a shower," Jason says. "I'm also fucking starving. Have we got anything edible or should we just call out?" He leans against Liam for a moment. "I think I'll want you with me in the shower; I'm still a little unsteady."
"Calling out tonight," Liam says firmly. He gets to his feet, holding his hands out to help Jason up.
"Sounds good." Jason remains on the floor while Liam undresses quickly and then the two of them make their way into the large bathroom adjoining the master bedroom. "You're so good to me," Jason says with a grin as LIam helps him into the shower.
Liam grins back and turns the water on, Jason leaning against him as they stand under the hot spray. "It's mutual, you know."
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