FIC: Overture
Title: Overture
Author: rebecca
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: David/Christian
Summary: I won't do anything you're not okay with.
Notes: I'm writing AUs for my own universes now, apparently. This is David from Geometry and Christian who also exists in that universe but hasn't officially been introduced into it yet. Whether or not it takes place in official Geometry 'verse, I haven't figured out yet.
Warnings: light kink
Christian tastes like tea and the chocolate cookies he loves; his lips are soft and his tongue is sleek. He smells fresh, like the tea tree shampoo he uses; David's mildly surprised he doesn't use any kind of cologne. It's not important right now. What matters is the feel of Christian against him, the long clean lines of his body and the softness of his skin. They're still dressed, cotton and denim and wool separating them, and David growls a little in frustration at not being able to feel his skin.
He pulls away from the kiss and stands, drawing Christian to his feet. "Bedroom," he says, leading Christian down the hall. Once in the room he turns on the light and runs his hands up Christian's arms, kissing him again briefly. "Undress for me," he says, knowing it's a test of how the night will go. Will Christian follow his lead, or is this going to be a battle for dominance? Both can be fun, depending, but David's not really in the mood for an argument tonight.
To his hidden relief, Christian just smiles shyly and pulls his soft gray V-neck sweater off, leaving him in a white wifebeater and jeans. He peels off the undershirt, and David's eyes are drawn to the tattoo around his wrist and the one on his bicep before skimming over his chest and blinking in surprise. "When did you get that done?" he asks, nodding at the nipple rings.
Christian looks down at his chest and grins. "About four months ago," he says, unbuttoning his jeans. "You like them?"
The silver glints against Christian's skin and David can't resist reaching out to tug one of them experimentally. He's pleased--and incredibly turned on--when Christian gasps and twists, his nipple hardening. "Sensitive much?" David asks.
Christian takes a deep breath, clearly gathering himself. "Yeah," he says, stepping out of his jeans and socks. "Yeah, they are."
David nods, already thinking about what he'll be able to do with that.
When Christian's nude, David just looks at him for a long moment, taking in the sight of him. He's seen Christian in close to nothing before, but he's never seen him completely naked, and he has to say, the man's fucking gorgeous. Lean muscles and golden skin, the black ink of his tattoos a striking contrast; his half-hard cock curves a little to the left and David can't resist that, either. He steps forward and wraps his hand around it, giving it a couple of slow pulls. Christian groans softly, hardening fully in David's hand.
"Turn around," David murmurs, letting go. Christian takes a slow breath, but turns around, letting David see him, the G clef on his left shoulderblade, the calligraphic "music doesn't lie" across his lower back. David kisses the tattoo on his shoulderblade, tracing the outline with his tongue, and Christian shivers.
David pulls off his own shirt, letting it fall to the floor. He presses against Christian's back, skin and denim against skin, and rests his hands on Christian's waist, pulling him in. Christian tips his head back against David's shoulder and David kisses his throat, twisting to kiss his jaw and the spot behind his ear. Christian shivers when David's teeth scrape over his earlobe; he turns his head, giving David more access.
"I want to fuck you," David murmurs, sliding his hands up Christian's chest. He tugs each nipple ring gently, smiling when Christian moans and arches. "God, I could just lay you down on the bed and play with these for hours," David says, flicking one. "You're so damn sensitive. Could I make you come from that alone?"
"I'd rather...not find out," Christian says raggedly.
"No, I bet you wouldn't," David says with a smile. He runs his hands down Christian's stomach, fingers just brushing over his cock. "Lie down on the bed, baby."
They haven't discussed play, or restraints, or anything like that. David thinks about the options while he watches Christian lie down on the soft blue comforter. He strips off the rest of his clothes, aware of Christian watching him, and crawls onto the bed, kneeling over him. Christian leans up and David kisses him, their tongues playing together. Christian moans into the kiss and reaches up for David, but David catches his hands and pushes them into the bed, over his head.
"You going to stay still for me or am I going to have to tie you?" David asks softly.
He doesn't miss the flash of arousal--and a little wariness--in Christian's eyes. "It's okay, baby," David says, stroking Christian's wrists and the inside of his forearms. "I won't do anything you're not okay with."
"Do I need a safeword?" Christian asks, a little uncertainly.
"Do you want one?" David asks in return.
Christian hesitates, but shakes his head. "Just--"
"I'll stop if you tell me, if you truly mean it," David promises.
Christian's hands relax and he nods. David leans down and kisses him again, lightly, before reaching into the nightstand for the cuffs. He loops the cord around one of the slats in the headboard and fastens the cuffs around Christian's wrists carefully. Christian swallows as David fastens them, twisting his hands inside them instinctively.
"Those won't break," David tells him. "There's no getting out of them until I unfasten them." He sees the way Christian shivers at that, the way his eyes darken and his breathing catches. "You like that thought, don't you?" he asks, stroking a line down Christian's throat, over his chest. "You like the idea that you're bound and helpless and I can do anything I want to you, with you?"
"I...I didn't think I would," Christian says.
David smiles. "You're allowed to want it," he says. "It's okay to want to surrender, to give in for a while."
Christian nods. "What are you going to do with me?" he asks, biting his lower lip briefly.
"That's for me to know," David says lightly, leaning down to kiss him. "And you to surrender to."
He lowers his head, nipping at Christian's throat, and is pleased when Christian lets his head drop back against the pillow. "That's it," David says, flicking his tongue over Christian's earlobe. "The only thing you need to do is feel."
David takes his time, working his way down Christian's throat, over his collarbone. He moves down further, to Christian's nipples, and draws one into his mouth, flicking the ring with his tongue. Christian gasps and arches up under him, pulling at the cuffs.
"Told you," David murmurs, pinching the other nipple with his fingertips. "I wanted to lay you down and play with these."
"David--David, please, they're too sensitive, I can't--" Christian squirms under him, but David notices his cock's hard as steel and he's not twisting away from David's touch.
"Yeah, you can," David says, bending his head again. "You will."
He plays with Christian's nipples, with the silver rings, until Christian's half-sobbing under him and he can't speak, he can only moan. David kneels up, resting a casual hand on Christian's belly, feeling the muscles tense and jump at his touch.
"You're so damn responsive," David says softly, stroking Christian's skin absently. "What'll you be like when I fuck you?"
"Please," Christian whispers, managing to open his eyes and look at David. "Please, David, fuck me."
David smiles, leaning down to kiss him, hard and deep. "Yeah," he says against Christian's mouth. "I will. After I open you up, see what you're like with my fingers in you, the way you'll writhe against my hand and beg for more. Bet I could get you to take my whole hand some night, couldn't I? Bet you'd just open up and take me in."
"Oh, gods," Christian says brokenly. "David, please."
"Shh," David soothes him, running a hand down his side. "I'll take care of you, baby."
He snags the lube and a condom from the nightstand and moves to kneel between Christian's legs. "Spread your legs for me," he says softly, pleased when Christian does, bending his knees so his feet are flat on the bed. "Good, like that." He runs a hand down Christian's thigh, fingers brushing over his balls and his hole. Christian shudders and pushes up into the touch, and David slaps his thigh lightly. "Don't move."
Christian whimpers, but lies back against the bed.
David slicks his fingers and begins working one into Christian slowly. Christian's hot and incredibly tight around him; he whimpers again, and it's not entirely in pleasure. "Relax for me, baby," David tells him, keeping his finger still until Christian shivers and his body eases a bit. "When was the last time you did this?"
"I don't--don't remember," Christian says, head tossing against the pillow.
David thinks back. Christian hasn't talked about a boyfriend or a date in...close to five months. "Okay," David murmurs. "Just relax for me. I'll take care of you."
It's not exactly a hardship to take his time working Christian open, stretching him and slicking him thoroughly. Christian struggles to stay still, but he can't quite hide all the twitches of his hips, the hidden need to push back, to writhe and squirm. David doesn't say anything about it; Christian's trying, and he's not used to this.
He gets three fingers deep inside Christian, crooking them just right to hear Christian cry out and clench around him. "Good, baby," David says softly, doing it again. "You like that?"
"Please," Christian begs, the chain on the cuffs rattling where he's pulling against it. "Oh, gods, please."
"You beg so nicely," David says, easing his fingers out and wiping them on a tissue. "Such a good boy."
He rolls on the condom and slicks it before lining up and pressing inside, bending Christian's legs up and back as he does so Christian's almost folded in half. Christian sobs for breath; his skin's flushed from forehead down past his collarbone and he looks incredible.
David begins moving, keeping the rhythm slow and deliberate, every deep thrust into Christian making them both groan. Christian tries to move with him, but David holds his hips down, keeping him still. "Just take it, baby," he says, his own voice tight with strain. "Just lie there and let me fuck you, let me take you."
Christian keens, struggling against the cuffs, against David's hold on his hips, but he's got no leverage and no way to move. David's got him right where he wants him and there's nothing Christian can do about it.
"Oh gods, oh gods, please," Christian whispers, over and over. "Please, David, please..."
He looks like a fallen angel and sounds better, David thinks. "You need to come, baby?" he asks, snapping his hips and earning a choked gasp from Christian.
"Please," Christian begs.
"Do it," David tells him, driving into him faster and harder, skin slapping against skin. "Come for me."
"I can't--I need--I--" Christian's incoherent by this point, squirming as best he can.
"No, you don't," David says as evenly as he can. "You'll come just like this, just from this."
"I can't, I can't," Christian says desperately. "I--oh!" He arches back, clenching tight around David as he comes, shaking and breathless.
"Yes, you can," David says smugly as Christian falls back against the bed, and then he doesn't know what he's saying because orgasm slams into him and the world whites out.
When he comes back to himself, he eases out of Christian and gets rid of the condom before uncuffing Christian and lying next to him, pulling Christian close into his arms.
Christian's still out of it, but he manages to cuddle against David, burying his face in David's shoulder. "Easy," David murmurs, rubbing his back. "I've got you."
It takes him a moment to realize it, but Christian's crying, quietly, choked-off sobs and hitches of his breath. "Shh, Christian, it's okay," David says, holding him closer. "It's okay."
"S-sorry," Christian says thickly. "I don't know why--"
"I do," David says quietly. "It happens sometimes when it's that intense, emotionally and physically. It's all right. Just let yourself cry it out."
Christian doesn't cry long, but he doesn't move out of David's arms, either. David kisses his hair and holds him, in no hurry to let him go. "You all right?" he asks.
"I don't know," Christian says, letting out a slow breath. "I've never..."
"You were amazing," David says, stroking Christian's hair. "That was amazing."
"It was," Christian says, shyly. "You think...we could do that again?"
David laughs. "Baby, I'm not letting you out of bed for the weekend," he says, hugging Christian close.
Christian blushes; David barely sees it, but he can feel the sudden warmth of Christian's face against his skin. "Oh," he says. "Okay."
David smiles and kisses his temple. "Let's get some sleep," he says.
Author: rebecca
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: David/Christian
Summary: I won't do anything you're not okay with.
Notes: I'm writing AUs for my own universes now, apparently. This is David from Geometry and Christian who also exists in that universe but hasn't officially been introduced into it yet. Whether or not it takes place in official Geometry 'verse, I haven't figured out yet.
Warnings: light kink
Christian tastes like tea and the chocolate cookies he loves; his lips are soft and his tongue is sleek. He smells fresh, like the tea tree shampoo he uses; David's mildly surprised he doesn't use any kind of cologne. It's not important right now. What matters is the feel of Christian against him, the long clean lines of his body and the softness of his skin. They're still dressed, cotton and denim and wool separating them, and David growls a little in frustration at not being able to feel his skin.
He pulls away from the kiss and stands, drawing Christian to his feet. "Bedroom," he says, leading Christian down the hall. Once in the room he turns on the light and runs his hands up Christian's arms, kissing him again briefly. "Undress for me," he says, knowing it's a test of how the night will go. Will Christian follow his lead, or is this going to be a battle for dominance? Both can be fun, depending, but David's not really in the mood for an argument tonight.
To his hidden relief, Christian just smiles shyly and pulls his soft gray V-neck sweater off, leaving him in a white wifebeater and jeans. He peels off the undershirt, and David's eyes are drawn to the tattoo around his wrist and the one on his bicep before skimming over his chest and blinking in surprise. "When did you get that done?" he asks, nodding at the nipple rings.
Christian looks down at his chest and grins. "About four months ago," he says, unbuttoning his jeans. "You like them?"
The silver glints against Christian's skin and David can't resist reaching out to tug one of them experimentally. He's pleased--and incredibly turned on--when Christian gasps and twists, his nipple hardening. "Sensitive much?" David asks.
Christian takes a deep breath, clearly gathering himself. "Yeah," he says, stepping out of his jeans and socks. "Yeah, they are."
David nods, already thinking about what he'll be able to do with that.
When Christian's nude, David just looks at him for a long moment, taking in the sight of him. He's seen Christian in close to nothing before, but he's never seen him completely naked, and he has to say, the man's fucking gorgeous. Lean muscles and golden skin, the black ink of his tattoos a striking contrast; his half-hard cock curves a little to the left and David can't resist that, either. He steps forward and wraps his hand around it, giving it a couple of slow pulls. Christian groans softly, hardening fully in David's hand.
"Turn around," David murmurs, letting go. Christian takes a slow breath, but turns around, letting David see him, the G clef on his left shoulderblade, the calligraphic "music doesn't lie" across his lower back. David kisses the tattoo on his shoulderblade, tracing the outline with his tongue, and Christian shivers.
David pulls off his own shirt, letting it fall to the floor. He presses against Christian's back, skin and denim against skin, and rests his hands on Christian's waist, pulling him in. Christian tips his head back against David's shoulder and David kisses his throat, twisting to kiss his jaw and the spot behind his ear. Christian shivers when David's teeth scrape over his earlobe; he turns his head, giving David more access.
"I want to fuck you," David murmurs, sliding his hands up Christian's chest. He tugs each nipple ring gently, smiling when Christian moans and arches. "God, I could just lay you down on the bed and play with these for hours," David says, flicking one. "You're so damn sensitive. Could I make you come from that alone?"
"I'd rather...not find out," Christian says raggedly.
"No, I bet you wouldn't," David says with a smile. He runs his hands down Christian's stomach, fingers just brushing over his cock. "Lie down on the bed, baby."
They haven't discussed play, or restraints, or anything like that. David thinks about the options while he watches Christian lie down on the soft blue comforter. He strips off the rest of his clothes, aware of Christian watching him, and crawls onto the bed, kneeling over him. Christian leans up and David kisses him, their tongues playing together. Christian moans into the kiss and reaches up for David, but David catches his hands and pushes them into the bed, over his head.
"You going to stay still for me or am I going to have to tie you?" David asks softly.
He doesn't miss the flash of arousal--and a little wariness--in Christian's eyes. "It's okay, baby," David says, stroking Christian's wrists and the inside of his forearms. "I won't do anything you're not okay with."
"Do I need a safeword?" Christian asks, a little uncertainly.
"Do you want one?" David asks in return.
Christian hesitates, but shakes his head. "Just--"
"I'll stop if you tell me, if you truly mean it," David promises.
Christian's hands relax and he nods. David leans down and kisses him again, lightly, before reaching into the nightstand for the cuffs. He loops the cord around one of the slats in the headboard and fastens the cuffs around Christian's wrists carefully. Christian swallows as David fastens them, twisting his hands inside them instinctively.
"Those won't break," David tells him. "There's no getting out of them until I unfasten them." He sees the way Christian shivers at that, the way his eyes darken and his breathing catches. "You like that thought, don't you?" he asks, stroking a line down Christian's throat, over his chest. "You like the idea that you're bound and helpless and I can do anything I want to you, with you?"
"I...I didn't think I would," Christian says.
David smiles. "You're allowed to want it," he says. "It's okay to want to surrender, to give in for a while."
Christian nods. "What are you going to do with me?" he asks, biting his lower lip briefly.
"That's for me to know," David says lightly, leaning down to kiss him. "And you to surrender to."
He lowers his head, nipping at Christian's throat, and is pleased when Christian lets his head drop back against the pillow. "That's it," David says, flicking his tongue over Christian's earlobe. "The only thing you need to do is feel."
David takes his time, working his way down Christian's throat, over his collarbone. He moves down further, to Christian's nipples, and draws one into his mouth, flicking the ring with his tongue. Christian gasps and arches up under him, pulling at the cuffs.
"Told you," David murmurs, pinching the other nipple with his fingertips. "I wanted to lay you down and play with these."
"David--David, please, they're too sensitive, I can't--" Christian squirms under him, but David notices his cock's hard as steel and he's not twisting away from David's touch.
"Yeah, you can," David says, bending his head again. "You will."
He plays with Christian's nipples, with the silver rings, until Christian's half-sobbing under him and he can't speak, he can only moan. David kneels up, resting a casual hand on Christian's belly, feeling the muscles tense and jump at his touch.
"You're so damn responsive," David says softly, stroking Christian's skin absently. "What'll you be like when I fuck you?"
"Please," Christian whispers, managing to open his eyes and look at David. "Please, David, fuck me."
David smiles, leaning down to kiss him, hard and deep. "Yeah," he says against Christian's mouth. "I will. After I open you up, see what you're like with my fingers in you, the way you'll writhe against my hand and beg for more. Bet I could get you to take my whole hand some night, couldn't I? Bet you'd just open up and take me in."
"Oh, gods," Christian says brokenly. "David, please."
"Shh," David soothes him, running a hand down his side. "I'll take care of you, baby."
He snags the lube and a condom from the nightstand and moves to kneel between Christian's legs. "Spread your legs for me," he says softly, pleased when Christian does, bending his knees so his feet are flat on the bed. "Good, like that." He runs a hand down Christian's thigh, fingers brushing over his balls and his hole. Christian shudders and pushes up into the touch, and David slaps his thigh lightly. "Don't move."
Christian whimpers, but lies back against the bed.
David slicks his fingers and begins working one into Christian slowly. Christian's hot and incredibly tight around him; he whimpers again, and it's not entirely in pleasure. "Relax for me, baby," David tells him, keeping his finger still until Christian shivers and his body eases a bit. "When was the last time you did this?"
"I don't--don't remember," Christian says, head tossing against the pillow.
David thinks back. Christian hasn't talked about a boyfriend or a date in...close to five months. "Okay," David murmurs. "Just relax for me. I'll take care of you."
It's not exactly a hardship to take his time working Christian open, stretching him and slicking him thoroughly. Christian struggles to stay still, but he can't quite hide all the twitches of his hips, the hidden need to push back, to writhe and squirm. David doesn't say anything about it; Christian's trying, and he's not used to this.
He gets three fingers deep inside Christian, crooking them just right to hear Christian cry out and clench around him. "Good, baby," David says softly, doing it again. "You like that?"
"Please," Christian begs, the chain on the cuffs rattling where he's pulling against it. "Oh, gods, please."
"You beg so nicely," David says, easing his fingers out and wiping them on a tissue. "Such a good boy."
He rolls on the condom and slicks it before lining up and pressing inside, bending Christian's legs up and back as he does so Christian's almost folded in half. Christian sobs for breath; his skin's flushed from forehead down past his collarbone and he looks incredible.
David begins moving, keeping the rhythm slow and deliberate, every deep thrust into Christian making them both groan. Christian tries to move with him, but David holds his hips down, keeping him still. "Just take it, baby," he says, his own voice tight with strain. "Just lie there and let me fuck you, let me take you."
Christian keens, struggling against the cuffs, against David's hold on his hips, but he's got no leverage and no way to move. David's got him right where he wants him and there's nothing Christian can do about it.
"Oh gods, oh gods, please," Christian whispers, over and over. "Please, David, please..."
He looks like a fallen angel and sounds better, David thinks. "You need to come, baby?" he asks, snapping his hips and earning a choked gasp from Christian.
"Please," Christian begs.
"Do it," David tells him, driving into him faster and harder, skin slapping against skin. "Come for me."
"I can't--I need--I--" Christian's incoherent by this point, squirming as best he can.
"No, you don't," David says as evenly as he can. "You'll come just like this, just from this."
"I can't, I can't," Christian says desperately. "I--oh!" He arches back, clenching tight around David as he comes, shaking and breathless.
"Yes, you can," David says smugly as Christian falls back against the bed, and then he doesn't know what he's saying because orgasm slams into him and the world whites out.
When he comes back to himself, he eases out of Christian and gets rid of the condom before uncuffing Christian and lying next to him, pulling Christian close into his arms.
Christian's still out of it, but he manages to cuddle against David, burying his face in David's shoulder. "Easy," David murmurs, rubbing his back. "I've got you."
It takes him a moment to realize it, but Christian's crying, quietly, choked-off sobs and hitches of his breath. "Shh, Christian, it's okay," David says, holding him closer. "It's okay."
"S-sorry," Christian says thickly. "I don't know why--"
"I do," David says quietly. "It happens sometimes when it's that intense, emotionally and physically. It's all right. Just let yourself cry it out."
Christian doesn't cry long, but he doesn't move out of David's arms, either. David kisses his hair and holds him, in no hurry to let him go. "You all right?" he asks.
"I don't know," Christian says, letting out a slow breath. "I've never..."
"You were amazing," David says, stroking Christian's hair. "That was amazing."
"It was," Christian says, shyly. "You think...we could do that again?"
David laughs. "Baby, I'm not letting you out of bed for the weekend," he says, hugging Christian close.
Christian blushes; David barely sees it, but he can feel the sudden warmth of Christian's face against his skin. "Oh," he says. "Okay."
David smiles and kisses his temple. "Let's get some sleep," he says.