FIC: Be Careful What You Wish For
Title: Be Careful What You Wish For
Author: Cassie (badfalcon)
Fandom: RPS - Kane
Categories: Steve Carlson/Christian Kane, BDSM, PWP
Rating: NC-17
Thanks to: You, for reading. bellasianna, as ever, for the beta, handholding, and encouragement
Disclaimer: Steve Carlson & Christian Kane are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Summary: Christian knows those words, knows what those words mean, and knows exactly how he's supposed to respond. But tonight, it's just not coming out quite right.
Steve slid behind Christian on the couch, legs either side of his as he pulled him close with one arm around his waist. "Hey," he murmured nuzzling his throat, grinning when Christian relaxed against him: head falling back on his shoulder; hands falling to the couch either side of his thighs, legs parting; rubbing back against Steve's hard-on he could feel pressing into his lower back, eliciting a low groan. Steve's hold on Christian tightened, fingers trailing up under his shirt, stroking over his chest and belly, rubbing over his hardening nipples. "Been thinking about you today," Steve told Christian.
Christian tensed slightly, recognising the words. His breath caught in his chest as Steve continued kissing and nibbling his throat, marking him. "What…" it came out as a squeak and he cleared his throat before trying again, tongue darting out to wet his dry lips. "What you been thinking?"
"About you. And all the things I want to do to you. But you know what I'm going to do first, don't you?"
Christian's mouth was dry. He swallowed audibly and nodded. "Yeah."
"No," Steve chastised him softly with a smile. "You know better than that, Christian. Tell me what I'm going to do you."
Christian whined in the back of his throat, his cheeks flushing pink. He squeezed his eyes shut and closed his hands into fists at his sides. He hated this as much as he needed it and loved it. Exhaling shakily, he forced himself to relax as Steve's hands moved to rest lightly on his hips. "You're gonna make me hard."
Steve deftly unbuttoned Christian's jeans as he spoke, tugging them down to curl his fingers around his swelling cock. "That's not gonna take much, is it?" He observed with a chuckle, nipping at Christian's earlobe as Christian groaned and bucked up into his hand. He started pump him gently; slow teasing strokes that had Christian squirming and panting, biting down on his lower lip. "Not gonna take much at all," Steve repeated, teeth tugging on the silver hoop through Christian's ear as his strokes became harder and firmer, speeding up as the palm of his hand became slick with pre-come; Christian's cock swelling and hardening beneath his fingers. "And what am I gonna do with you now you're all hard, Christian?"
"You could always make me come," Christian offered breathlessly, a hopeful tone to his words. He tensed, yelping and cussing as Steve laid a hard, open handed slap first along the length of his erection, then another against his balls.
"Wrong answer, Christian. You wanna try that again?" Steve suggested, once again stroking Christian's hard cock firmly; Christian thrusting into his fist, squirming on his lap as Steve rubbed his own clothed erection against him. "And leave your hands where they are," he instructed, smirking as Christian dropped his hands back to the couch, fingers digging in to the cushion. "Now, I'm going to ask you once more," he prompted when Christian didn't reply. "What am I gonna do with you now you're all hard?"
Christian shook his head and opened his mouth to reply but all that came out was a low whine, his back arching up and his head falling back against Steve's shoulder. His whine turned to a whimper of need as Steve's hand slowed down, the sure touches becoming lighter and teasing. "Please," Christian gasped out, sucking his lower lip into his mouth. "Steve, please… I can't…I need… I want… to come… fuck… please…"
"You want?" Steve repeated, unimpressed. "You need?" He gripped Christian's cock tighter, a warning squeeze that made him cry out. "You know better than that." He bit down on Christian's earlobe. "What are you supposed to ask for, Christian?"
"The cockring," Christian admitted, panting as Steve started slowly stroking him again. "But I can't. It's too much… been too long. I know how it's supposed to go - You get me hard and then the ring goes on and I don't come until you say. The way it always does. I know this, Steve but… Fuck… please. Just this once, darlin', please? I'll do anything."
"You'll do anything I tell you anyway though, won't you?" Steve's lips grazed down Christian's throat; licking, sucking and nibbling until Christian was boneless against him, head rolled to one side.
"Yes! Anything," Christian repeated, bucking and thrusting into Steve's hand. "Please… please… I'll suck you; you can fuck me; you can spank me; I'll even do the fucking dishes! Anything! Steve, please?"
"Anything?" Steve hummed thoughtfully, his strokes on Christian's cock becoming harder and firmer again, wringing a low desperate moan from the man on his lap. "I like the sound of 'anything'." His voice was growing husky, his own hips rocking up as Christian squirmed and rocked against him. "I could have a lot of fun with 'anything'." He dipped his head, capturing Christian's lips under his, tongue parting his lips for a rough, hard, fast kiss. "Ok," he agreed. "You can come."
Christian bucked and rocked on Steve's lap, back arching and thrusting up into his hand and coming with a low moan before slumping back down, hips still jerking.
Steve smirked and ran his come-coated fingers over Christian's lips, groaning as Christian's tongue flickered out, drawing them into his mouth and sucking greedily on them.
"Thank you." Christian squirmed around on Steve's lap to face him, one arm looping around his neck, the other sliding down to palm him through his jeans. He grinned as Steve hissed, his hips bucking up into the touch, then leaned forward and kissed him, fingers working over his denim-clad erection.
"Don't thank me just yet," Steve warned him with a slow smile, his eyes hooded. He grabbed Christian's wrist and pulled his hand from his crotch. "You promised me anything, remember?" He shoved Chris off the couch and onto the floor at his feet. "But, for now, I want you naked, hands behind your back, on your knees and your lips around my cock."
~El Fin~
Author: Cassie (badfalcon)
Fandom: RPS - Kane
Categories: Steve Carlson/Christian Kane, BDSM, PWP
Rating: NC-17
Thanks to: You, for reading. bellasianna, as ever, for the beta, handholding, and encouragement
Disclaimer: Steve Carlson & Christian Kane are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Summary: Christian knows those words, knows what those words mean, and knows exactly how he's supposed to respond. But tonight, it's just not coming out quite right.
Steve slid behind Christian on the couch, legs either side of his as he pulled him close with one arm around his waist. "Hey," he murmured nuzzling his throat, grinning when Christian relaxed against him: head falling back on his shoulder; hands falling to the couch either side of his thighs, legs parting; rubbing back against Steve's hard-on he could feel pressing into his lower back, eliciting a low groan. Steve's hold on Christian tightened, fingers trailing up under his shirt, stroking over his chest and belly, rubbing over his hardening nipples. "Been thinking about you today," Steve told Christian.
Christian tensed slightly, recognising the words. His breath caught in his chest as Steve continued kissing and nibbling his throat, marking him. "What…" it came out as a squeak and he cleared his throat before trying again, tongue darting out to wet his dry lips. "What you been thinking?"
"About you. And all the things I want to do to you. But you know what I'm going to do first, don't you?"
Christian's mouth was dry. He swallowed audibly and nodded. "Yeah."
"No," Steve chastised him softly with a smile. "You know better than that, Christian. Tell me what I'm going to do you."
Christian whined in the back of his throat, his cheeks flushing pink. He squeezed his eyes shut and closed his hands into fists at his sides. He hated this as much as he needed it and loved it. Exhaling shakily, he forced himself to relax as Steve's hands moved to rest lightly on his hips. "You're gonna make me hard."
Steve deftly unbuttoned Christian's jeans as he spoke, tugging them down to curl his fingers around his swelling cock. "That's not gonna take much, is it?" He observed with a chuckle, nipping at Christian's earlobe as Christian groaned and bucked up into his hand. He started pump him gently; slow teasing strokes that had Christian squirming and panting, biting down on his lower lip. "Not gonna take much at all," Steve repeated, teeth tugging on the silver hoop through Christian's ear as his strokes became harder and firmer, speeding up as the palm of his hand became slick with pre-come; Christian's cock swelling and hardening beneath his fingers. "And what am I gonna do with you now you're all hard, Christian?"
"You could always make me come," Christian offered breathlessly, a hopeful tone to his words. He tensed, yelping and cussing as Steve laid a hard, open handed slap first along the length of his erection, then another against his balls.
"Wrong answer, Christian. You wanna try that again?" Steve suggested, once again stroking Christian's hard cock firmly; Christian thrusting into his fist, squirming on his lap as Steve rubbed his own clothed erection against him. "And leave your hands where they are," he instructed, smirking as Christian dropped his hands back to the couch, fingers digging in to the cushion. "Now, I'm going to ask you once more," he prompted when Christian didn't reply. "What am I gonna do with you now you're all hard?"
Christian shook his head and opened his mouth to reply but all that came out was a low whine, his back arching up and his head falling back against Steve's shoulder. His whine turned to a whimper of need as Steve's hand slowed down, the sure touches becoming lighter and teasing. "Please," Christian gasped out, sucking his lower lip into his mouth. "Steve, please… I can't…I need… I want… to come… fuck… please…"
"You want?" Steve repeated, unimpressed. "You need?" He gripped Christian's cock tighter, a warning squeeze that made him cry out. "You know better than that." He bit down on Christian's earlobe. "What are you supposed to ask for, Christian?"
"The cockring," Christian admitted, panting as Steve started slowly stroking him again. "But I can't. It's too much… been too long. I know how it's supposed to go - You get me hard and then the ring goes on and I don't come until you say. The way it always does. I know this, Steve but… Fuck… please. Just this once, darlin', please? I'll do anything."
"You'll do anything I tell you anyway though, won't you?" Steve's lips grazed down Christian's throat; licking, sucking and nibbling until Christian was boneless against him, head rolled to one side.
"Yes! Anything," Christian repeated, bucking and thrusting into Steve's hand. "Please… please… I'll suck you; you can fuck me; you can spank me; I'll even do the fucking dishes! Anything! Steve, please?"
"Anything?" Steve hummed thoughtfully, his strokes on Christian's cock becoming harder and firmer again, wringing a low desperate moan from the man on his lap. "I like the sound of 'anything'." His voice was growing husky, his own hips rocking up as Christian squirmed and rocked against him. "I could have a lot of fun with 'anything'." He dipped his head, capturing Christian's lips under his, tongue parting his lips for a rough, hard, fast kiss. "Ok," he agreed. "You can come."
Christian bucked and rocked on Steve's lap, back arching and thrusting up into his hand and coming with a low moan before slumping back down, hips still jerking.
Steve smirked and ran his come-coated fingers over Christian's lips, groaning as Christian's tongue flickered out, drawing them into his mouth and sucking greedily on them.
"Thank you." Christian squirmed around on Steve's lap to face him, one arm looping around his neck, the other sliding down to palm him through his jeans. He grinned as Steve hissed, his hips bucking up into the touch, then leaned forward and kissed him, fingers working over his denim-clad erection.
"Don't thank me just yet," Steve warned him with a slow smile, his eyes hooded. He grabbed Christian's wrist and pulled his hand from his crotch. "You promised me anything, remember?" He shoved Chris off the couch and onto the floor at his feet. "But, for now, I want you naked, hands behind your back, on your knees and your lips around my cock."
~El Fin~