Negotiations 50
Happy New Year almost! Back to 2nd person. Let me know your thoughts...please. ~Plum
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NEGOTIATIONS 50
JUSTIN’S POV
Dill needed you when it was over, an ‘over’ you’d decided because Dill was starting to respond rather robotically. You liked that he needed you. And you needed Brian to help you get him off the machine safely and into the tub in the dungeon bathroom. After seeing his almost hypnotic state, you got in the tub behind him and let him rest against you. Brian sat quietly outside the tub, his hand making random ripples in the water. Dill was cuddled up against you the way a small child hides during a scary movie.
“You’re okay,” you told him as you let his wet hair fall between your fingers. “That was fucking amazing. I hope it was for you.” He nodded.
You kept checking in with Brian visually as you assessed your friend. You assumed Brian was sharing the same level of concern that you did or he wouldn’t still be sitting there. He would’ve given you time alone.
Brian asked him, his hand on Dill’s wet knee, “Are you in any pain? Is there anything you need?”
“Just this is great,” Dill admitted.
Brian tried again, “So on a scale of one to ten with one being ‘not okay’ and ten being ‘great,’ how do you feel?”
“Like a nine, Sir.”
Brian exhaled, “Okay, great. What would get you to ten? Do you know?”
Dill’s head rose, “A million dollars in unmarked bills?”
You rolled your eyes, “He’s making jokes. I think he’s okay.” Brian nodded and laughed.
Dill continued, “I’m not sure how I’m supposed to act. I just feel overwhelmed really but not in a negative way at all.”
“That’s totally understandable,” Brian replied.
“I feel like I need to cry or something but I can’t. It’s weird. I feel stuck,” Dill added.
“Maybe I should’ve let you go on a little longer, but there came a point where I wasn’t sure you were feeling any pleasure,” you offered. “I wanted to be careful.”
Brian added, “You started shivering when we stopped; that’s why we ran you a bath.”
“I wasn’t cold,” Dill said, “But I think my anus had fallen asleep.”
Brian cracked up and splashed a little water in Dill’s face, “The shit that comes out of your mouth is endlessly entertaining.”
“I try,” Dill responded.
“Your physical reactions will be all over the place,” you reassured him. “They don’t always make sense.”
Brian started to get up, “Let me give you two a little time.”
You touched his leg, “Don’t go upstairs.”
“Not going upstairs, just out here. If you need me, just say so.”
“Okay,” you agreed. You watched Brian as he walked out of the bathroom, pulling the door halfway shut behind him. Immediately, Dill exhaled and felt smaller in your arms. “You don’t have to censor yourself around Brian. I mean that.”
“It’s not intentional. I can’t help it,” Dill replied.
“Okay, I get that. Just talk to me. I want to know what you feel. It’s important to me to take very good care of you.”
“I know it is. You’re like the most amazing person I’ve ever met in this context.“
“That’s sweet.”
“I mean it, really. I had never factored someone like you into this equation..”
“Okay,” you chided him, “But your Batman had a Robin.”
Dill got a bit defensive, “Okay, yeah, but that was a prepubescent kid’s fantasy. Not a template.”
You reassured him, “I’m just messing with you. Don’t get wound up.”
“How old were you when you knew you were submissive or whatever you are?” he asked you.
“Honestly, mine didn’t develop until I was with Brian for a while. It was mostly dormant. And had I not been with Brian, who knows when or if it would’ve emerged.”
“Hmmm.”
“I’m older than you, too, so other issues around being gay would’ve crowded that out anyway,” you explained, “Your generation, coming out is just a rite of passage. I was practically killed for being out. When did I have time to think about power exchanges?”
“The thought that anyone would ever want to hurt you is mortifying to me,” Dill confessed. “You’re so kind and sweet and genuine. It hurts to think about it.”
“Agreed; let’s talk about something else,” you suggested.
Dill pivoted, “It’s like, you know how Brian is? How he’s so perfectly who you…and we..need him to be?”
“Yeah.”
“You’re beautiful in that way. Inside and out. Being around you is like being in a warm bath all the time. It’s soothing and unexpected but really addictive.”
“Dill, okay, rein it in; you are literally embarrassing me right now,” you said with a bit of unsettled laughter in your voice.
“I know. I’m sorry. I don’t know how else to explain it but I know it’s real. And when Brian, …when the two of you… snap together like LEGO bricks, it’s like standing next to a shooting star. It’s incredible. I just feel so fucking grateful for this.”
“We can tell; we care about you. We want you to get what you need. It matters to both of us, but I’m serious about being okay around Brian. He’s part of this. I need you to accept him the way you accept me.”
“I will figure it out.”
The two of you were quiet for several seconds, and then you asked him, “The moment when I thought you were being a bit robotic, were you going somewhere?”
“Yes.”
“Was it a good place?”
Dill smiled, “It was like suddenly swinging as high as I could on a favorite swing set. Exhilarating. And I could feel myself starting to swing too high, but I knew that it was okay if I did because I could just let go on the ascent…”
You squeezed him, “I’m happy for you. I know that feeling. And you’re right, once you let go, there’s no gravity. You don’t fall; you float. It’s incredible.”
Dill asked you, “Do you go numb sometimes, too?”
You laughed, “Uh, yeah. When I’ve converted that last incoming molecule of pain into pleasure, my ass goes numb, sometimes my face does, too. Sometimes my fingertips. It’s not the same every time, but that’s normal.”
“It’s fucking wicked,” Dill observed.
“You okay to get out of this water now? It’s cooling off. You called to Brian, “Brian? Can you come back?”
Brian was smart and waited a second to hide the fact that he overhead everything although he knew that you knew where he’d been. “What’s up?” he asked as he came in.
You gave the order, “Let’s get him into bed.”
“I’m not an invalid you guys,” Dill defended.
“I’m not convinced you’ll be able to walk after what we did to you,” Brian asserted, “And I guarantee that you’ll be lightheaded after this bath.” He helped Dill out and handed both of you towels. “Just trust me and take it slow.”
“I’m good. I’m gonna chill for a minute,” Dill remarked after he dried off; he left the bathroom headed for the bed. Brian watched him get there, and reminded him, “That fridge is stocked. Drink some Vitamin Water or something,” and then turned to you as you dried off, “You good?” He had a satisfied smile on his face.
“Yep. I’m great. I know you heard everything. I could see you.”
“What he’s complimenting you on is called ‘soft power,’ and he’s very smart and very right.”
“Are you mansplaining?”
Brian’s lips curled in, “Maybe. My cock wants to do a lot of mansplaining to you tonight.”
“Yeah?” you flirted back.
“Yeah, but you probably should not fuck him right away. I have no real world experience with anal narcolepsy.”
“They didn’t cover that during your internship at Babylon Medical Center?” you teased.
Brian reached away and pushed the bathroom door so it was more closed than open, and then he came back and pressed you up against the counter, “I wanted to fuck the shit out of you during that whole ride. There was something insanely hot about watching you do that to him.” And then he kissed you, delaying your response. You pressed your palms into his chest to move him back a bit so you could respond, “You’ve never really seen me in charge of someone else like that.”
Brian put his hand inside your towel, “Hard cock, soft power. A deadly combination.”
“Oh, you just reminded me. I want one devastating fuck from you tonight so if you only have one in you, do not give it to him.”’
Brian grinned, “Ooh, possessive. I’m not giving what I’ve got to him. No fucking way.”
“He probably wants it though,” you offered.
“Everybody wants it. He won’t be in any shape for it tonight anyway. You made sure of that.”
You grinned and winked at him, “Soft power. Hard choices.”
“Sunshine, the slightly sadistic sexual strategist.”
“I want you to say that three times fast when you fuck me later.”
“Bossy, bossy boy. But wait-“ Brian tugged on your elbow as you started to exit the room, “I think that most of his side effects from tonight, so far, are physical. Mentally, emotionally, I think he’s fine.”
“I agree. But he has some issues,” you said.
Brian raised a curious eyebrow at you, “I’m inclined to agree, and I want to fuck with him tonight. You can have him physically; I don’t care. I want to fuck with him in a more intangible way.”
“That’s fine with me. It’s your night. But I’m staying-“
“Of course. You’re the protector, the Benevolent Pervert, if you like, to my sinister one. Without both of us, this falls apart.”
“I want that on my tombstone: Justin Taylor, Benevolent Pervert.”
“Consider it done.”
You paused, giving it some real thought, “Though maybe we should make sure I’m actually good at it before we chisel.”
“I believe in you, Mr. Taylor. You got this.”
Negotiations 51
Go back to Negotiations 49 or start from the beginning. Read it on AO3.
NEGOTIATIONS 50
JUSTIN’S POV
Dill needed you when it was over, an ‘over’ you’d decided because Dill was starting to respond rather robotically. You liked that he needed you. And you needed Brian to help you get him off the machine safely and into the tub in the dungeon bathroom. After seeing his almost hypnotic state, you got in the tub behind him and let him rest against you. Brian sat quietly outside the tub, his hand making random ripples in the water. Dill was cuddled up against you the way a small child hides during a scary movie.
“You’re okay,” you told him as you let his wet hair fall between your fingers. “That was fucking amazing. I hope it was for you.” He nodded.
You kept checking in with Brian visually as you assessed your friend. You assumed Brian was sharing the same level of concern that you did or he wouldn’t still be sitting there. He would’ve given you time alone.
Brian asked him, his hand on Dill’s wet knee, “Are you in any pain? Is there anything you need?”
“Just this is great,” Dill admitted.
Brian tried again, “So on a scale of one to ten with one being ‘not okay’ and ten being ‘great,’ how do you feel?”
“Like a nine, Sir.”
Brian exhaled, “Okay, great. What would get you to ten? Do you know?”
Dill’s head rose, “A million dollars in unmarked bills?”
You rolled your eyes, “He’s making jokes. I think he’s okay.” Brian nodded and laughed.
Dill continued, “I’m not sure how I’m supposed to act. I just feel overwhelmed really but not in a negative way at all.”
“That’s totally understandable,” Brian replied.
“I feel like I need to cry or something but I can’t. It’s weird. I feel stuck,” Dill added.
“Maybe I should’ve let you go on a little longer, but there came a point where I wasn’t sure you were feeling any pleasure,” you offered. “I wanted to be careful.”
Brian added, “You started shivering when we stopped; that’s why we ran you a bath.”
“I wasn’t cold,” Dill said, “But I think my anus had fallen asleep.”
Brian cracked up and splashed a little water in Dill’s face, “The shit that comes out of your mouth is endlessly entertaining.”
“I try,” Dill responded.
“Your physical reactions will be all over the place,” you reassured him. “They don’t always make sense.”
Brian started to get up, “Let me give you two a little time.”
You touched his leg, “Don’t go upstairs.”
“Not going upstairs, just out here. If you need me, just say so.”
“Okay,” you agreed. You watched Brian as he walked out of the bathroom, pulling the door halfway shut behind him. Immediately, Dill exhaled and felt smaller in your arms. “You don’t have to censor yourself around Brian. I mean that.”
“It’s not intentional. I can’t help it,” Dill replied.
“Okay, I get that. Just talk to me. I want to know what you feel. It’s important to me to take very good care of you.”
“I know it is. You’re like the most amazing person I’ve ever met in this context.“
“That’s sweet.”
“I mean it, really. I had never factored someone like you into this equation..”
“Okay,” you chided him, “But your Batman had a Robin.”
Dill got a bit defensive, “Okay, yeah, but that was a prepubescent kid’s fantasy. Not a template.”
You reassured him, “I’m just messing with you. Don’t get wound up.”
“How old were you when you knew you were submissive or whatever you are?” he asked you.
“Honestly, mine didn’t develop until I was with Brian for a while. It was mostly dormant. And had I not been with Brian, who knows when or if it would’ve emerged.”
“Hmmm.”
“I’m older than you, too, so other issues around being gay would’ve crowded that out anyway,” you explained, “Your generation, coming out is just a rite of passage. I was practically killed for being out. When did I have time to think about power exchanges?”
“The thought that anyone would ever want to hurt you is mortifying to me,” Dill confessed. “You’re so kind and sweet and genuine. It hurts to think about it.”
“Agreed; let’s talk about something else,” you suggested.
Dill pivoted, “It’s like, you know how Brian is? How he’s so perfectly who you…and we..need him to be?”
“Yeah.”
“You’re beautiful in that way. Inside and out. Being around you is like being in a warm bath all the time. It’s soothing and unexpected but really addictive.”
“Dill, okay, rein it in; you are literally embarrassing me right now,” you said with a bit of unsettled laughter in your voice.
“I know. I’m sorry. I don’t know how else to explain it but I know it’s real. And when Brian, …when the two of you… snap together like LEGO bricks, it’s like standing next to a shooting star. It’s incredible. I just feel so fucking grateful for this.”
“We can tell; we care about you. We want you to get what you need. It matters to both of us, but I’m serious about being okay around Brian. He’s part of this. I need you to accept him the way you accept me.”
“I will figure it out.”
The two of you were quiet for several seconds, and then you asked him, “The moment when I thought you were being a bit robotic, were you going somewhere?”
“Yes.”
“Was it a good place?”
Dill smiled, “It was like suddenly swinging as high as I could on a favorite swing set. Exhilarating. And I could feel myself starting to swing too high, but I knew that it was okay if I did because I could just let go on the ascent…”
You squeezed him, “I’m happy for you. I know that feeling. And you’re right, once you let go, there’s no gravity. You don’t fall; you float. It’s incredible.”
Dill asked you, “Do you go numb sometimes, too?”
You laughed, “Uh, yeah. When I’ve converted that last incoming molecule of pain into pleasure, my ass goes numb, sometimes my face does, too. Sometimes my fingertips. It’s not the same every time, but that’s normal.”
“It’s fucking wicked,” Dill observed.
“You okay to get out of this water now? It’s cooling off. You called to Brian, “Brian? Can you come back?”
Brian was smart and waited a second to hide the fact that he overhead everything although he knew that you knew where he’d been. “What’s up?” he asked as he came in.
You gave the order, “Let’s get him into bed.”
“I’m not an invalid you guys,” Dill defended.
“I’m not convinced you’ll be able to walk after what we did to you,” Brian asserted, “And I guarantee that you’ll be lightheaded after this bath.” He helped Dill out and handed both of you towels. “Just trust me and take it slow.”
“I’m good. I’m gonna chill for a minute,” Dill remarked after he dried off; he left the bathroom headed for the bed. Brian watched him get there, and reminded him, “That fridge is stocked. Drink some Vitamin Water or something,” and then turned to you as you dried off, “You good?” He had a satisfied smile on his face.
“Yep. I’m great. I know you heard everything. I could see you.”
“What he’s complimenting you on is called ‘soft power,’ and he’s very smart and very right.”
“Are you mansplaining?”
Brian’s lips curled in, “Maybe. My cock wants to do a lot of mansplaining to you tonight.”
“Yeah?” you flirted back.
“Yeah, but you probably should not fuck him right away. I have no real world experience with anal narcolepsy.”
“They didn’t cover that during your internship at Babylon Medical Center?” you teased.
Brian reached away and pushed the bathroom door so it was more closed than open, and then he came back and pressed you up against the counter, “I wanted to fuck the shit out of you during that whole ride. There was something insanely hot about watching you do that to him.” And then he kissed you, delaying your response. You pressed your palms into his chest to move him back a bit so you could respond, “You’ve never really seen me in charge of someone else like that.”
Brian put his hand inside your towel, “Hard cock, soft power. A deadly combination.”
“Oh, you just reminded me. I want one devastating fuck from you tonight so if you only have one in you, do not give it to him.”’
Brian grinned, “Ooh, possessive. I’m not giving what I’ve got to him. No fucking way.”
“He probably wants it though,” you offered.
“Everybody wants it. He won’t be in any shape for it tonight anyway. You made sure of that.”
You grinned and winked at him, “Soft power. Hard choices.”
“Sunshine, the slightly sadistic sexual strategist.”
“I want you to say that three times fast when you fuck me later.”
“Bossy, bossy boy. But wait-“ Brian tugged on your elbow as you started to exit the room, “I think that most of his side effects from tonight, so far, are physical. Mentally, emotionally, I think he’s fine.”
“I agree. But he has some issues,” you said.
Brian raised a curious eyebrow at you, “I’m inclined to agree, and I want to fuck with him tonight. You can have him physically; I don’t care. I want to fuck with him in a more intangible way.”
“That’s fine with me. It’s your night. But I’m staying-“
“Of course. You’re the protector, the Benevolent Pervert, if you like, to my sinister one. Without both of us, this falls apart.”
“I want that on my tombstone: Justin Taylor, Benevolent Pervert.”
“Consider it done.”
You paused, giving it some real thought, “Though maybe we should make sure I’m actually good at it before we chisel.”
“I believe in you, Mr. Taylor. You got this.”
Negotiations 51