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2minsforslashingTitle: The Path of Least Resistance, Chapter Three: Nick at Night
Pairing: Hal Gill/Kris Letang
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own these boys. They do, however, own me. And I firmly believe that Hal does in fact own Kris.
Summary: Kris and Hal explore their dark desires. Takes place in summer of 2008.
Word Count: 3676
Author’s Notes: I’d like to thank everyone who has read, and all who have left me lovely feedback. Occasionally, I have heard the word ‘realism’ used to describe this story. Well, here is a chapter that may not fit that label.
Thanks also to my wonderful beta,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
eggybread. If not for her, this story would never have been written.
“So the whole point to your questions is to make me think?”
“In many ways, yes.”
Kris wrinkled up his nose, an expression Hal had come to interpret that he was confused about something. To get his point across, he asked Kris, “Remember when you told me that you’d be in bed at night imagining yourself as the kidnap victim?”
“Yeah – is that what you mean by ‘role-play’?”
“Almost.” Hal shifted position a little, turning toward Kris so as to better read his expressions. “We pick a scenario and instead of merely imagining what we’d do, we play it out.”
“As ourselves? I can’t imagine you actually kidnapping me…” He stopped and grinned sheepishly. “Well, OK, up to now I couldn’t imagine it.”
“Kris, at times this may have seemed like a real kidnapping, but I assure you, we’ve been role-playing from jump. A real kidnapper would not have—”
“…me séduit?”
Seduced him. “That’s a good word for it.” Hal wasn’t sure that Kris had fully comprehended his descriptions when suddenly an idea struck him. “Kris, give me an example of something you’ve seen recently that got you excited.”
“Last week, I couldn’t sleep one night and I was watching… CSI, I think.” He lifted his eyes to the ceiling as he tried to describe the scene. “The bad guy? He’d tie his victims to the bed and…”
“Go on.”
“You’re gonna think it’s weird.”
Hal just stared at Kris as if he didn’t realize what he’d just said. “Weirder than what we’ve done today?” he asked.
Kris blushed in response.
“That weird, huh?”
“Yeah… I didn’t really understand it. He liked… their feet.”
Hal chuckled a bit at Kris’s naïveté. “You mean he had a foot fetish?”
Kris’s eyes brightened. “That is what they called it – a fetish! But I didn’t get it. He’d paint their toenails, then he’d kill them.” He shook his head in disbelief. “If it hadn’t been for the part about tying them to the bed, I would have turned it off.”
Hal reached out and took one of Kris’s hands in his. “Ever been tied to a bed before?”
Kris shook his head, but the twinkle in his eye told Hal all he needed to know.
“I need you to stay here, in this room, while I take care of something. Can you do that, petit?”
Using his nickname was Hal’s way of putting Kris on notice that the discussion was over. It was Game On. He rose to his feet, towering over his seated teammate. Inserting a tone of command into his voice, he ordered, “Stay right where you are until I come back.”
“Oui, mon maître. Je ne bougerai pas, je promets.”
Hal was a bit disappointed. He had hoped that Kris would have defied him, so he’d have an excuse to restrain him. But he buried that thought, realizing that he’d have to move slowly with the young man if he wanted the experience to be good. For both of them.
The back door had been unlocked, which gave the intruder access to one of the nicest homes he’d ever seen. But that door merely led to the kitchen, and there certainly wouldn’t be anything worth stealing there. He crossed the darkened room and peered around the open doorway.
There he saw a young man, sitting peacefully in front of a roaring fireplace in the living room. Although the sofa covered most of the young man’s body, the intruder could tell that he was tall and fit. But that didn’t worry the intruder at all – he’d been blessed with the kind of size that allowed him to impose his will on just about anyone. A few steps closer, closer, holding his breath, close enough to touch him…
Two more steps and the intruder wrapped his giant hand suddenly around the young man’s face and clamped down hard on his mouth, silencing any protest he might have made. The young man struggled fiercely as he scrambled to his feet, twisting his head and clawing at the strong arms that held him, but to no avail. The intruder could feel the vibrations in his hand as the young man called out futilely. If only the guy knew that he meant him no harm – he just wanted to nick a few valuables and be on his way.
Problem was, he’d felt that way before he’d taken the young man captive. But now that he had him, his hard body squirming to get free from the prison of the big man’s arms, he found he wanted more. Much more.
“Stop struggling. It won’t do you any good,” he growled in his captive’s ear. This set loose an unintelligible explosion of sounds – in fact, he wasn’t sure that the guy was even speaking English.
“Listen, if I take my hand away, you gotta promise you won’t scream. Not that that would do you any good either – we’re way too far from anyone who’d hear you.” The guy seemed to grasp the logic as his movements slowed and he nodded his head.
Once he removed his hand, a flood of questions broke the silence. “Who are you? What are you doing here? How did you get in? What are you going to do with me?”
The intruder clapped his hand back over his captive’s mouth. All those questions, and a French accent? That was worse than screaming, he thought.
“That’s enough out of you.” When the young man began to thrash about even harder, he realized that his struggles were stirring a fire within him. He began to think of having the guy’s athletic body writhing beneath him, began to consider the moans he was hearing as the sounds of passion. He knew he had to get the young man to the bedroom, but wasn’t sure he had the strength to keep him from escaping if this went on too much longer.
“I’ll answer your questions if you stop squirming around, OK?” His captive nodded and held himself stiffly in the intruder’s grasp. “Who I am… you don’t want to know. Let’s just call me Jason. And what I’m doing here?” Another nod. “Here to rob the place, nothing fancy. You got some nice stuff – I guess they pay you pretty well at your job.” The last remark earned the intruder a withering glare from his captive.
“Touchy, touchy… What, you work for daddy or something? Young guy like you doesn’t amass this kind of fortune straight outta high school…” The big man paused and glanced around the room. “Oh, wait, this is Daddy’s house!”
He felt the young man’s head shake back and forth vehemently. “Don’t lie to me, kid. If this were your place, you’d keep it locked up.” He leaned in until his lips were touching the kid’s earlobe. “Your back door was open,” he whispered.
“Let’s see, what was your last question? Oh yes, what am I going to do with you. Wouldn’t. You. Like. To. Know.”
Kris wiggled his head free of Hal’s hand and snickered. “Jason?”
Hal frowned at Kris’s breaking character, but didn’t want to put his thumb down too hard, too fast. He knew that Kris had no idea what he was doing, so he was bound to have a few missteps. Hal explained, “I’m not me, and you’re not you. At the moment, we’re characters playing out a scene. I’m an intruder who has broken into your father’s house—”
“Hey! Why isn’t this my house?”
“Because very few 21-year-olds become owners of houses like this. They’re usually still in college, working crappy jobs, hanging with their friends, cramming for exams – you know, all that stuff you missed by becoming a pro hockey player in your teens.”
There was an element of resentment in Hal’s voice which he attempted to quash. But the look on Kris’s face told the big man that he’d heard it too.
“Hal, you went to college. Was it really how you describe it?”
If Hal started reminiscing now, they’d be there all night and never get back to the scene. Besides, his past was a closed subject – he wasn’t about to crack open that Pandora’s Box. Hal had spent years avoiding even thinking about what he’d been through, the abuse he’d suffered in the name of discipline.
He wasn’t about to put Kris in the shadows he’d once lived in. Hal would show him how to play this game so that it was good for him, and good for them both.
“Jason. My name is Jason.”
Kris’s eyes dropped in a pose of submission. “Sorry.” He took a deep breath and blew it out, looking much like an actor preparing for a role. He then took Hal’s hand and drew it toward his face, but stopped mid-motion. He whispered, “Nick. I’d like my name to be Nick,” before settling Hal’s hand snugly over his lips once more.
Jason could see it in the young man’s eyes: he was afraid, but not too afraid that he’d blindly follow his commands. He’d bolt first chance he got. Time to up the ante…
“I don’t want to have to hurt you, kid—“
His captive suddenly wrenched his head sideways, freeing his mouth. “I’m not a kid,” he said rather petulantly. “I have a name. It’s Nick.”
“OK, I don’t want to have to hurt you, Nick. I’m just here for the loot and I’m gone.” Jason patted a bulge in his pants pocket. “You didn’t think I came unarmed?”
Nick’s jaw dropped. “You… you have a gun?”
“Just do what I say and no one gets hurt.” At Nick’s nod, he asked, “Where’s the bedroom?”
Kris’s eyes darted around the room. With an ironic grin, he shot back, “Uh, Hal, where’s the bedroom?”
So much for preparation, Hal thought before whispering, “Upstairs, first door on the right…”
“Upstairs, first door on the right.”
“Lead the way – and no tricks. Keep your hands where I can see ‘em.”
Jason marched his young prisoner up to the bedroom, his arms raised. When they arrived, Jason was glad to see that Nick’s parents had spared no expense – in the center of the room was an antique king-size four-poster bed. He motioned to Nick and barked, “Stop. Now go and stand at the foot of the bed, with your back to that post.”
“What are you going to do—?”
“Gag you, if you don’t stop asking questions.” Jason needed time to sort through the valuables in the house, but he wasn’t going to be all that effective if he had to keep watch on Nick as well. He stepped closer to the young man, expecting him – as most people did when faced with a man of his size – to cower in fear. He did not.
“You aren’t afraid, ki— I mean, Nick?”
“You promised you wouldn’t hurt me.”
“I might have lied.”
Nick’s eyes got a bit wider, but he kept his gaze firmly on Jason’s face. He had to give the kid credit – he was no coward.
“I can’t get anything done here and still guard you, so…” Jason stepped to Nick’s side and pulled a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket. “Hands behind your back, around the post.” Before Nick could object, Jason placed two fingers across his lips. “One word and I gag you, you got that?”
Nick nodded his head and placed his arms behind his back. Jason snapped the cuffs on him, watching the young man struggle a bit as he tested his bonds.
“You’re not gonna be able to able to break them, so I suggest you don’t try.” He stood back and crossed his arms, satisfied that Nick wasn’t going anywhere.
But one thing struck him about the tableau before him – Nick’s expressive brown eyes were brimming with excitement. It was as if he actually wanted Jason to restrain him… He stepped closer to Nick, close enough to actually hear his heartbeat.
“Still not afraid?” he murmured.
Nick shook his head in denial.
The closeness, the desire in Nick’s eyes, even the restraint were all too much for Jason to bear. He sank his hands deeply into his captive’s dark hair, lifted up his face, and kissed him fiercely. He barely noticed Nick’s struggles as he plunged his tongue deep within the sweetness of the young man’s mouth. In time, however, Nick’s movements forced a visceral reaction within Jason – specifically, a tightening in his trousers. Regretfully, he ended the kiss before he forgot who he was and what he was really there to do.
“What… what are you doing?” Jason heard the guy ask breathlessly, his own longing apparent as well.
“You can’t tell me you don’t want this.”
“Yes, I can. Let me go, I’ll show you how much I don’t want it.”
“Not gonna happen, Nick. In fact, I think I may have found the real treasure of the house,” murmured Jason as he pulled Nick even closer toward him.
“No. NO! I’m not gay, Jason!”
“Ah – the lad doth protest too much, methinks,” semi-quoted Jason, pulling back to gaze at the splendor of his captive’s face. As he stared deep within Nick’s eyes, he saw nothing but hunger and desire there, mirroring his own yearning. Nick’s fingers, even restrained as they were, flailed in an ineffective attempt to touch him.
Nick wanted him and Jason knew it. But if he pushed him too hard, he might resist. And Jason was no rapist. He needed some time to think, but he wasn’t likely to get it if Nick continued to look at him that way. With a frustrated sigh, Jason ended the embrace and stepped to the bedside table on the right-hand side of the bed. He opened the drawer and rifled through its contents.
“Ah, this will do nicely,” he said, pulling a black leather sleep mask out of the drawer. He turned back toward Nick, who shook his head as Jason neared him.
“No… please don’t. Don’t put that on me,” pleaded Nick. “I promise, I’ll be good. I’ll stand still. I’ll even keep my eyes closed. See?” Nick tightly squeezed his eyelids shut.
Jason pretended to ignore every protest and promise as he settled the soft mask snugly over Nick’s eyes. Again, the nearness of Nick’s lithe body and his continuing struggles to get free drove Jason nearly insane with desire.
“Please, take it off!” Nick thrashed his head back and forth in a futile attempt to dislodge the mask. “Are you listening? Where are you?”
Jason reached out and cupped Nick’s cheek, but was surprised when Nick turned his head toward his hand and began to kiss it again and again. “Please, I’ll do anything. Anything you want…”
Oh, he knew exactly what he wanted, but he wasn’t sure if Nick was ready. Ready or not, though… “On your knees, boy.”
Nick took a deep breath and lowered himself to the floor, the top of the mattress forcing his wrists higher and higher as he fell. By the time he reached his knees, his pinioned arms were almost parallel with the floor and his upper body bowed to compensate.
Hal wondered if he’d hear the safeword. Hoped he wouldn’t, but mentally prepared for the possibility nonetheless. He stood and watched Kris for a brief moment, admiring the kid’s willingness to play this headgame, readying himself for what he was about to do.
“Where are you? Jason?” Nick shook his head from side to side, as if he were looking for Jason with his other senses.
“Didn’t I tell you that I’d gag you if you talked? Well, you’re all I’ve been hearing for the last few minutes. Time to shut you up,” said Jason as he lowered the zipper on his pants and freed his rigid cock from its confinement. “Open wide.”
Nick did so, gasping a bit as Jason’s shaft filled his mouth. With supreme control, Jason held himself still as Nick got used to the sensation and began to suck gently on his head. Jason wanted nothing more than to lose himself in the exquisite pleasure, but held back. He watched Nick’s cheeks cave with each increasingly hard pull and he began to sway in the same rhythm.
He didn’t know how long he could keep control, how long Nick could keep his arms stretched that high, how long he was going to do all those delicious things with his tongue—
“Kris… stop… ” When his words were ignored, Hal pulled out of Kris’s mouth with an audible pop.
“What’s wrong?” Kris asked as he shifted his weight to reduce the strain on his shoulders. He shook his head back and forth, seeking the answers his blindfolded eyes could not give him. “I was… not good?”
Hal wondered how he could ask such a question. “You couldn’t have been any better…”
Suddenly he couldn’t decide where he wanted to be, how to move forward. Half of him burned to restrain Kris until he couldn’t move an inch, then explore every bit of his lovely body over a period of days. The other half wished he could simply slake his lust on the man, just bend him over the bed and take him, fast and hard and pounding. He glanced down at Kris as he knelt, head bowed, biceps quivering under the strain of his contorted position.
Hal was awed at the trust and sacrifice he’d been given. Time to start paying some of that back…
He hefted the young man back onto his feet, loving the way Kris’s body leaned into his, delighting in the sight of Kris’s hands frustratingly still restrained, adoring his uptilted, unseeing face which seemed to seek a tender reward.
Just then he noticed Kris’s lips moving, murmuring barely breathed words.
“Hal… want you…”
Music to Hal’s ears... But he wanted more, so much more. Wanted to hear Kris shout his name at the height of his passion. Wanted to feel him moving, rocking beneath him, giving him his all.
Right now, though, he wanted Kris’s arms around him instead of that bedpost. Feverishly, he dug the keys out of his pocket and released him, grabbing him before he could hit the floor. Hal heard the metallic clink of the cuffs as they hit the carpeting, mere seconds before Kris’s fingers sought his face and pulled his head down, down where his upturned lips quested for Hal’s.
Hal took what was willingly offered, but his own lips soon strayed, sliding over the sandpaper-like surface of Kris’s face, traveling down the much smoother muscles of his neck and shoulders. He didn’t know quite how it happened, but parts of their clothing kept disappearing, until he glanced down and noticed their nude bodies surrounded by a veritable laundry basket on the floor.
He couldn’t think in whole thoughts at that moment and his throbbing heartbeat obscured all but Kris’s moans of pleasure. Somehow, they fell onto the bed, a tumble of arms and legs, firm muscle and soft yielding flesh. Hal unexpectedly found himself on his back staring up at a blindfolded Kris, who treated his body as if it were Braille text. Kris’s fingers seemed to dance over his flesh; his lips found the most sensitive spots – first here, then there, landing and alighting like a bee on a flower.
Hal wondered when Kris had stopped begging for him to remove the mask. “Oh, petit… want that off?” he asked him, expecting a very different answer than he received.
“Non, maître…” Kris beamed his pleasure as his blind exploration of Hal’s body continued. “I can see you just fine…”
Kris’s mouth captured his and Hal luxuriated in the attention, but found after a few minutes that just lying on his back wasn’t satisfying enough. Taking full advantage of his size, he hooked his leg around Kris’s and deftly flipped them over in one single fluid motion. When Kris struggled a bit to regain the position he’d had, Hal grabbed each of his wrists in his hands and forced them down onto the mattress.
Kris was no match for Hal’s size and strength. That didn’t stop Kris from trying to wriggle free, though – something that Hal found strangely erotic.
“Do I have to tie you down?”
He felt a shiver like an electric current course through Kris’s body.
“Only if you want to…” he replied.
Want to? For the first time that night, Hal admitted to himself that no, he didn’t want Kris tied to the bed. He wanted Kris free to touch him, to hold him, to reach up with his lips and find that sweet spot at the base of his throat – and that could never happen if he was immobilized. Besides, there’d be plenty of time for that in the morning, or the afternoon…
Hal bent closer to the young man’s face and whispered in his ear. “Do you plan on defying me?”
Kris shook his head in mute denial. That would have been a sufficient answer, but Hal heard Kris murmur two words then, two little words that sent shock waves through his body and detonated an explosion within.
“I’m yours.”
Hal burned for him then, wanted to pull him closer and cover every inch of Kris with every inch of himself, wanted to breathe in his passion, wanted to hear his wonderful voice hum with pleasure, wanted to find the tightness of Kris yielding to his hardness.
He took things slowly, bringing Kris’s arousal to another level, and another, and another, until he was assured that the young man was as physically ready for him as he was emotionally.
And afterward, after all the power and glory and heat and light, when they at last lay exhausted and wrapped around each other as if one started where the other ended, Hal knew his instincts hadn’t led him astray. And when he finally lifted the mask from Kris’s unresisting face and found him asleep, the sight stirred a longing he couldn’t ignore.
There’d be time for that in the morning as well.
Pairing: Hal Gill/Kris Letang
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own these boys. They do, however, own me. And I firmly believe that Hal does in fact own Kris.
Summary: Kris and Hal explore their dark desires. Takes place in summer of 2008.
Word Count: 3676
Author’s Notes: I’d like to thank everyone who has read, and all who have left me lovely feedback. Occasionally, I have heard the word ‘realism’ used to describe this story. Well, here is a chapter that may not fit that label.
Thanks also to my wonderful beta,
eggybread. If not for her, this story would never have been written.“So the whole point to your questions is to make me think?”
“In many ways, yes.”
Kris wrinkled up his nose, an expression Hal had come to interpret that he was confused about something. To get his point across, he asked Kris, “Remember when you told me that you’d be in bed at night imagining yourself as the kidnap victim?”
“Yeah – is that what you mean by ‘role-play’?”
“Almost.” Hal shifted position a little, turning toward Kris so as to better read his expressions. “We pick a scenario and instead of merely imagining what we’d do, we play it out.”
“As ourselves? I can’t imagine you actually kidnapping me…” He stopped and grinned sheepishly. “Well, OK, up to now I couldn’t imagine it.”
“Kris, at times this may have seemed like a real kidnapping, but I assure you, we’ve been role-playing from jump. A real kidnapper would not have—”
“…me séduit?”
Seduced him. “That’s a good word for it.” Hal wasn’t sure that Kris had fully comprehended his descriptions when suddenly an idea struck him. “Kris, give me an example of something you’ve seen recently that got you excited.”
“Last week, I couldn’t sleep one night and I was watching… CSI, I think.” He lifted his eyes to the ceiling as he tried to describe the scene. “The bad guy? He’d tie his victims to the bed and…”
“Go on.”
“You’re gonna think it’s weird.”
Hal just stared at Kris as if he didn’t realize what he’d just said. “Weirder than what we’ve done today?” he asked.
Kris blushed in response.
“That weird, huh?”
“Yeah… I didn’t really understand it. He liked… their feet.”
Hal chuckled a bit at Kris’s naïveté. “You mean he had a foot fetish?”
Kris’s eyes brightened. “That is what they called it – a fetish! But I didn’t get it. He’d paint their toenails, then he’d kill them.” He shook his head in disbelief. “If it hadn’t been for the part about tying them to the bed, I would have turned it off.”
Hal reached out and took one of Kris’s hands in his. “Ever been tied to a bed before?”
Kris shook his head, but the twinkle in his eye told Hal all he needed to know.
“I need you to stay here, in this room, while I take care of something. Can you do that, petit?”
Using his nickname was Hal’s way of putting Kris on notice that the discussion was over. It was Game On. He rose to his feet, towering over his seated teammate. Inserting a tone of command into his voice, he ordered, “Stay right where you are until I come back.”
“Oui, mon maître. Je ne bougerai pas, je promets.”
Hal was a bit disappointed. He had hoped that Kris would have defied him, so he’d have an excuse to restrain him. But he buried that thought, realizing that he’d have to move slowly with the young man if he wanted the experience to be good. For both of them.
The back door had been unlocked, which gave the intruder access to one of the nicest homes he’d ever seen. But that door merely led to the kitchen, and there certainly wouldn’t be anything worth stealing there. He crossed the darkened room and peered around the open doorway.
There he saw a young man, sitting peacefully in front of a roaring fireplace in the living room. Although the sofa covered most of the young man’s body, the intruder could tell that he was tall and fit. But that didn’t worry the intruder at all – he’d been blessed with the kind of size that allowed him to impose his will on just about anyone. A few steps closer, closer, holding his breath, close enough to touch him…
Two more steps and the intruder wrapped his giant hand suddenly around the young man’s face and clamped down hard on his mouth, silencing any protest he might have made. The young man struggled fiercely as he scrambled to his feet, twisting his head and clawing at the strong arms that held him, but to no avail. The intruder could feel the vibrations in his hand as the young man called out futilely. If only the guy knew that he meant him no harm – he just wanted to nick a few valuables and be on his way.
Problem was, he’d felt that way before he’d taken the young man captive. But now that he had him, his hard body squirming to get free from the prison of the big man’s arms, he found he wanted more. Much more.
“Stop struggling. It won’t do you any good,” he growled in his captive’s ear. This set loose an unintelligible explosion of sounds – in fact, he wasn’t sure that the guy was even speaking English.
“Listen, if I take my hand away, you gotta promise you won’t scream. Not that that would do you any good either – we’re way too far from anyone who’d hear you.” The guy seemed to grasp the logic as his movements slowed and he nodded his head.
Once he removed his hand, a flood of questions broke the silence. “Who are you? What are you doing here? How did you get in? What are you going to do with me?”
The intruder clapped his hand back over his captive’s mouth. All those questions, and a French accent? That was worse than screaming, he thought.
“That’s enough out of you.” When the young man began to thrash about even harder, he realized that his struggles were stirring a fire within him. He began to think of having the guy’s athletic body writhing beneath him, began to consider the moans he was hearing as the sounds of passion. He knew he had to get the young man to the bedroom, but wasn’t sure he had the strength to keep him from escaping if this went on too much longer.
“I’ll answer your questions if you stop squirming around, OK?” His captive nodded and held himself stiffly in the intruder’s grasp. “Who I am… you don’t want to know. Let’s just call me Jason. And what I’m doing here?” Another nod. “Here to rob the place, nothing fancy. You got some nice stuff – I guess they pay you pretty well at your job.” The last remark earned the intruder a withering glare from his captive.
“Touchy, touchy… What, you work for daddy or something? Young guy like you doesn’t amass this kind of fortune straight outta high school…” The big man paused and glanced around the room. “Oh, wait, this is Daddy’s house!”
He felt the young man’s head shake back and forth vehemently. “Don’t lie to me, kid. If this were your place, you’d keep it locked up.” He leaned in until his lips were touching the kid’s earlobe. “Your back door was open,” he whispered.
“Let’s see, what was your last question? Oh yes, what am I going to do with you. Wouldn’t. You. Like. To. Know.”
Kris wiggled his head free of Hal’s hand and snickered. “Jason?”
Hal frowned at Kris’s breaking character, but didn’t want to put his thumb down too hard, too fast. He knew that Kris had no idea what he was doing, so he was bound to have a few missteps. Hal explained, “I’m not me, and you’re not you. At the moment, we’re characters playing out a scene. I’m an intruder who has broken into your father’s house—”
“Hey! Why isn’t this my house?”
“Because very few 21-year-olds become owners of houses like this. They’re usually still in college, working crappy jobs, hanging with their friends, cramming for exams – you know, all that stuff you missed by becoming a pro hockey player in your teens.”
There was an element of resentment in Hal’s voice which he attempted to quash. But the look on Kris’s face told the big man that he’d heard it too.
“Hal, you went to college. Was it really how you describe it?”
If Hal started reminiscing now, they’d be there all night and never get back to the scene. Besides, his past was a closed subject – he wasn’t about to crack open that Pandora’s Box. Hal had spent years avoiding even thinking about what he’d been through, the abuse he’d suffered in the name of discipline.
He wasn’t about to put Kris in the shadows he’d once lived in. Hal would show him how to play this game so that it was good for him, and good for them both.
“Jason. My name is Jason.”
Kris’s eyes dropped in a pose of submission. “Sorry.” He took a deep breath and blew it out, looking much like an actor preparing for a role. He then took Hal’s hand and drew it toward his face, but stopped mid-motion. He whispered, “Nick. I’d like my name to be Nick,” before settling Hal’s hand snugly over his lips once more.
Jason could see it in the young man’s eyes: he was afraid, but not too afraid that he’d blindly follow his commands. He’d bolt first chance he got. Time to up the ante…
“I don’t want to have to hurt you, kid—“
His captive suddenly wrenched his head sideways, freeing his mouth. “I’m not a kid,” he said rather petulantly. “I have a name. It’s Nick.”
“OK, I don’t want to have to hurt you, Nick. I’m just here for the loot and I’m gone.” Jason patted a bulge in his pants pocket. “You didn’t think I came unarmed?”
Nick’s jaw dropped. “You… you have a gun?”
“Just do what I say and no one gets hurt.” At Nick’s nod, he asked, “Where’s the bedroom?”
Kris’s eyes darted around the room. With an ironic grin, he shot back, “Uh, Hal, where’s the bedroom?”
So much for preparation, Hal thought before whispering, “Upstairs, first door on the right…”
“Upstairs, first door on the right.”
“Lead the way – and no tricks. Keep your hands where I can see ‘em.”
Jason marched his young prisoner up to the bedroom, his arms raised. When they arrived, Jason was glad to see that Nick’s parents had spared no expense – in the center of the room was an antique king-size four-poster bed. He motioned to Nick and barked, “Stop. Now go and stand at the foot of the bed, with your back to that post.”
“What are you going to do—?”
“Gag you, if you don’t stop asking questions.” Jason needed time to sort through the valuables in the house, but he wasn’t going to be all that effective if he had to keep watch on Nick as well. He stepped closer to the young man, expecting him – as most people did when faced with a man of his size – to cower in fear. He did not.
“You aren’t afraid, ki— I mean, Nick?”
“You promised you wouldn’t hurt me.”
“I might have lied.”
Nick’s eyes got a bit wider, but he kept his gaze firmly on Jason’s face. He had to give the kid credit – he was no coward.
“I can’t get anything done here and still guard you, so…” Jason stepped to Nick’s side and pulled a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket. “Hands behind your back, around the post.” Before Nick could object, Jason placed two fingers across his lips. “One word and I gag you, you got that?”
Nick nodded his head and placed his arms behind his back. Jason snapped the cuffs on him, watching the young man struggle a bit as he tested his bonds.
“You’re not gonna be able to able to break them, so I suggest you don’t try.” He stood back and crossed his arms, satisfied that Nick wasn’t going anywhere.
But one thing struck him about the tableau before him – Nick’s expressive brown eyes were brimming with excitement. It was as if he actually wanted Jason to restrain him… He stepped closer to Nick, close enough to actually hear his heartbeat.
“Still not afraid?” he murmured.
Nick shook his head in denial.
The closeness, the desire in Nick’s eyes, even the restraint were all too much for Jason to bear. He sank his hands deeply into his captive’s dark hair, lifted up his face, and kissed him fiercely. He barely noticed Nick’s struggles as he plunged his tongue deep within the sweetness of the young man’s mouth. In time, however, Nick’s movements forced a visceral reaction within Jason – specifically, a tightening in his trousers. Regretfully, he ended the kiss before he forgot who he was and what he was really there to do.
“What… what are you doing?” Jason heard the guy ask breathlessly, his own longing apparent as well.
“You can’t tell me you don’t want this.”
“Yes, I can. Let me go, I’ll show you how much I don’t want it.”
“Not gonna happen, Nick. In fact, I think I may have found the real treasure of the house,” murmured Jason as he pulled Nick even closer toward him.
“No. NO! I’m not gay, Jason!”
“Ah – the lad doth protest too much, methinks,” semi-quoted Jason, pulling back to gaze at the splendor of his captive’s face. As he stared deep within Nick’s eyes, he saw nothing but hunger and desire there, mirroring his own yearning. Nick’s fingers, even restrained as they were, flailed in an ineffective attempt to touch him.
Nick wanted him and Jason knew it. But if he pushed him too hard, he might resist. And Jason was no rapist. He needed some time to think, but he wasn’t likely to get it if Nick continued to look at him that way. With a frustrated sigh, Jason ended the embrace and stepped to the bedside table on the right-hand side of the bed. He opened the drawer and rifled through its contents.
“Ah, this will do nicely,” he said, pulling a black leather sleep mask out of the drawer. He turned back toward Nick, who shook his head as Jason neared him.
“No… please don’t. Don’t put that on me,” pleaded Nick. “I promise, I’ll be good. I’ll stand still. I’ll even keep my eyes closed. See?” Nick tightly squeezed his eyelids shut.
Jason pretended to ignore every protest and promise as he settled the soft mask snugly over Nick’s eyes. Again, the nearness of Nick’s lithe body and his continuing struggles to get free drove Jason nearly insane with desire.
“Please, take it off!” Nick thrashed his head back and forth in a futile attempt to dislodge the mask. “Are you listening? Where are you?”
Jason reached out and cupped Nick’s cheek, but was surprised when Nick turned his head toward his hand and began to kiss it again and again. “Please, I’ll do anything. Anything you want…”
Oh, he knew exactly what he wanted, but he wasn’t sure if Nick was ready. Ready or not, though… “On your knees, boy.”
Nick took a deep breath and lowered himself to the floor, the top of the mattress forcing his wrists higher and higher as he fell. By the time he reached his knees, his pinioned arms were almost parallel with the floor and his upper body bowed to compensate.
Hal wondered if he’d hear the safeword. Hoped he wouldn’t, but mentally prepared for the possibility nonetheless. He stood and watched Kris for a brief moment, admiring the kid’s willingness to play this headgame, readying himself for what he was about to do.
“Where are you? Jason?” Nick shook his head from side to side, as if he were looking for Jason with his other senses.
“Didn’t I tell you that I’d gag you if you talked? Well, you’re all I’ve been hearing for the last few minutes. Time to shut you up,” said Jason as he lowered the zipper on his pants and freed his rigid cock from its confinement. “Open wide.”
Nick did so, gasping a bit as Jason’s shaft filled his mouth. With supreme control, Jason held himself still as Nick got used to the sensation and began to suck gently on his head. Jason wanted nothing more than to lose himself in the exquisite pleasure, but held back. He watched Nick’s cheeks cave with each increasingly hard pull and he began to sway in the same rhythm.
He didn’t know how long he could keep control, how long Nick could keep his arms stretched that high, how long he was going to do all those delicious things with his tongue—
“Kris… stop… ” When his words were ignored, Hal pulled out of Kris’s mouth with an audible pop.
“What’s wrong?” Kris asked as he shifted his weight to reduce the strain on his shoulders. He shook his head back and forth, seeking the answers his blindfolded eyes could not give him. “I was… not good?”
Hal wondered how he could ask such a question. “You couldn’t have been any better…”
Suddenly he couldn’t decide where he wanted to be, how to move forward. Half of him burned to restrain Kris until he couldn’t move an inch, then explore every bit of his lovely body over a period of days. The other half wished he could simply slake his lust on the man, just bend him over the bed and take him, fast and hard and pounding. He glanced down at Kris as he knelt, head bowed, biceps quivering under the strain of his contorted position.
Hal was awed at the trust and sacrifice he’d been given. Time to start paying some of that back…
He hefted the young man back onto his feet, loving the way Kris’s body leaned into his, delighting in the sight of Kris’s hands frustratingly still restrained, adoring his uptilted, unseeing face which seemed to seek a tender reward.
Just then he noticed Kris’s lips moving, murmuring barely breathed words.
“Hal… want you…”
Music to Hal’s ears... But he wanted more, so much more. Wanted to hear Kris shout his name at the height of his passion. Wanted to feel him moving, rocking beneath him, giving him his all.
Right now, though, he wanted Kris’s arms around him instead of that bedpost. Feverishly, he dug the keys out of his pocket and released him, grabbing him before he could hit the floor. Hal heard the metallic clink of the cuffs as they hit the carpeting, mere seconds before Kris’s fingers sought his face and pulled his head down, down where his upturned lips quested for Hal’s.
Hal took what was willingly offered, but his own lips soon strayed, sliding over the sandpaper-like surface of Kris’s face, traveling down the much smoother muscles of his neck and shoulders. He didn’t know quite how it happened, but parts of their clothing kept disappearing, until he glanced down and noticed their nude bodies surrounded by a veritable laundry basket on the floor.
He couldn’t think in whole thoughts at that moment and his throbbing heartbeat obscured all but Kris’s moans of pleasure. Somehow, they fell onto the bed, a tumble of arms and legs, firm muscle and soft yielding flesh. Hal unexpectedly found himself on his back staring up at a blindfolded Kris, who treated his body as if it were Braille text. Kris’s fingers seemed to dance over his flesh; his lips found the most sensitive spots – first here, then there, landing and alighting like a bee on a flower.
Hal wondered when Kris had stopped begging for him to remove the mask. “Oh, petit… want that off?” he asked him, expecting a very different answer than he received.
“Non, maître…” Kris beamed his pleasure as his blind exploration of Hal’s body continued. “I can see you just fine…”
Kris’s mouth captured his and Hal luxuriated in the attention, but found after a few minutes that just lying on his back wasn’t satisfying enough. Taking full advantage of his size, he hooked his leg around Kris’s and deftly flipped them over in one single fluid motion. When Kris struggled a bit to regain the position he’d had, Hal grabbed each of his wrists in his hands and forced them down onto the mattress.
Kris was no match for Hal’s size and strength. That didn’t stop Kris from trying to wriggle free, though – something that Hal found strangely erotic.
“Do I have to tie you down?”
He felt a shiver like an electric current course through Kris’s body.
“Only if you want to…” he replied.
Want to? For the first time that night, Hal admitted to himself that no, he didn’t want Kris tied to the bed. He wanted Kris free to touch him, to hold him, to reach up with his lips and find that sweet spot at the base of his throat – and that could never happen if he was immobilized. Besides, there’d be plenty of time for that in the morning, or the afternoon…
Hal bent closer to the young man’s face and whispered in his ear. “Do you plan on defying me?”
Kris shook his head in mute denial. That would have been a sufficient answer, but Hal heard Kris murmur two words then, two little words that sent shock waves through his body and detonated an explosion within.
“I’m yours.”
Hal burned for him then, wanted to pull him closer and cover every inch of Kris with every inch of himself, wanted to breathe in his passion, wanted to hear his wonderful voice hum with pleasure, wanted to find the tightness of Kris yielding to his hardness.
He took things slowly, bringing Kris’s arousal to another level, and another, and another, until he was assured that the young man was as physically ready for him as he was emotionally.
And afterward, after all the power and glory and heat and light, when they at last lay exhausted and wrapped around each other as if one started where the other ended, Hal knew his instincts hadn’t led him astray. And when he finally lifted the mask from Kris’s unresisting face and found him asleep, the sight stirred a longing he couldn’t ignore.
There’d be time for that in the morning as well.
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