Fanfic
James took a sip and looked at Lord Beckett, who was totally absorbed in his work. Maybe he was too tired for bed games. James hoped it were so, because he couldn’t talk about the letter. He had tried before dinner, alone in his quarters, a quick and short explanation to the mirror on the wall, and had almost collapsed. If Lord Beckett felt he was cold and unresponsive, he would demand an explanation. And James would rather die first.
But then again, Lord Beckett would hopefully be tired of playing cat and mouse. Another sip, another sigh, and when James looked up, Lord Beckett was staring at him, a wolfish smile on his lips. James felt his stomach churning. He knew that smile, what it meant. He felt as if he were going to be sick, and that was the moment Lord Beckett chose to stand up and walk towards him.
‘I’ve got very interesting plans for you tonight, pet’ he placed his hands on James’ shoulders and massaged them, leaning down to whisper something in his ear.
James barely listened. His hands were clawed on the armchair’s armrests, and his breath was coming out in ragged gasps. Lord Beckett thought it was because he liked what he heard, and so placed a kiss on the shell of his ear.
‘How do you like it, pet?’
That did it for James. He grabbed his hands and pushed him back, lunging forward to escape from his touch. When he spun around, Lord Beckett was still trying to recover his balance.
‘No, I don’t like it!’ James growled, and when he saw the look of utter disbelief on Lord Beckett’s face, he knew he couldn’t stop now. He had to go on.
‘I’m tired of playing games, milord. Every night, every hour of these past months I’ve been your loyal pet’ James’ voice almost broke at admitting the role he played for Lord Beckett, but strangely enough, that gave him strength to continue ‘I’ve done your biding, obeyed your orders and fulfilled all of your desires. When I didn’t I was severely punished. All I want tonight is for you to…’ he trailed off, his vehemence and ardour seeping away. He looked down, his tongue dead in his mouth.
Still stunned, Lord Beckett managed to recover his composure, his initial fear disappearing after James’ hesitation.
‘Yes?’ he carefully asked ‘What do you want?’
James was breathing hard, his head hung low. He took a couple of steps towards him, his eyes never leaving the thick carpet.
‘Even pets… Get rewards sometimes’ he whispered, and after a moment, his knees refused to support him any longer. James crumbled down to the floor. He didn’t even care to wipe the tears away, Lord Beckett must have already seen them. James buried his head in the armchair’s seat and started to sob.
Lord Beckett was so shocked he didn’t know how to react, so he simply stood there, watching his tall, proud Admiral whimper like a lost child.
‘Will you hold me?’ came his strangled voice ‘Just a minute, please. Then I’ll go to bed for my punishment’.
Lord Beckett frowned. There were many ways he could solve this. A few possibilities took shape in his head, all of them fitting for his pet’s defiance. But on second thought, maybe they were not so fitting. After all, it was true all good pets needed rewards sometimes. Lord Beckett watched the Admiral quiver and tremble. Then he took a decision. He knelt down slowly, and placed his hands on his knees.
‘If I hold you… Will you push me again?’
James looked up, his eyes red and puffy. He crawled towards him, and for a moment Lord Beckett feared he would hit him, but James lay down on his lap and snuggled up against him.
‘Just a moment, please, my Lord, then…’ he sniffled.
‘Hush now’ Lord Beckett said, and started to pet his hair ‘Hush’.
James closed his eyes and shuddered.
‘I’m very sorry, milord, I…’
‘I said hush’ Lord Beckett placed his finger over James’ lips and stroked his jawline.
They stayed like that for a while, Lord Beckett caressing James, holding him close and feeling his warmth while James squeezed his thigh in a snug embrace.
‘Will your forgive me?’ he finally murmured, unable to hold the question that was burning him.
Lord Beckett pinched his cheek.
‘I have already done it’.
James sat up at once.
‘Really?’
His wonder was so pure and innocent Lord Beckett had to smile.
‘Yes. But’ he winced as he stretched his legs ‘Let’s take this to bed, right?’
James cringed and looked down.
‘Yes’ he whispered ‘Fair’s fair’.
‘No’ Lord Beckett said, tipping his chin up ‘No games. I want to hug you better’.
James smiled, and felt his heart swell as Lord Beckett kissed him sweetly on the lips.