Blind-sided

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Title: Blind-sided
Rating; Warnings: NC-17. Sssmmmuuuttt, BDSM, other absurdities.
Pairing: Max Talbot / Petr Sykora
Disclaimer: If this is true...I really don't even think I want a part in it.

A oneshot follow up to the seasons storyline"
Fall | Winter | Spring | Summer


Comments:more_unknown is the only reason these stories ever exist. You can curse her for that or thank her for that, whichever you see fit.



It was a Tuesday, an off day in a winning streak that none of us thought would ever break. I was doing what I did best at three in the afternoon when my phone started vibrating noisily on my bed side table. I groggily looked up and stared at it accusingly before burying my face back into my pillow. It started up again. I groaned loudly and reached over to look at the screen, already dimming again from the missed call. It started vibrating again. Petr. Fuck. I was way too tired for this.

“Hello?” I intentionally made myself sound wearier than I already was, to make sure he knew he was inconveniencing me.

There was a rustling on the other end of the phone for long enough that I considered hanging up, but then he answered, his voice gravely and rushed. “I’m coming over, wake up.” He paused for a second and I made a noise that was neither affirmative nor negative, and he hung up. I sighed and tossed my phone back to the table where it landed heavily, slid, and fell to the floor. I reached over to feel that I had put a dent in the wood of the table and threw my face back into the pillow, sighing deeply, not wanting to deal with anything in the waking world.

I fell back asleep, knowing he could get in with the key out front. I didn’t think it was really necessary to wake up; it would take him forty minutes at least to get to my house. Even if he just lived at the other end of Carson I would have fallen back asleep. The man could tie me up and fuck me as much as he damn well pleased, but he could at least have the common decency to do it when I was awake.

I slept that uneasy sleep you experience when you think you are about to miss something. Every few minutes I would jerk awake and look at my phone, thinking it had been 30 minutes when it had only been three. After about an hour of that, I drug myself from my bed to the kitchen to get some water, wondering where the fuck he was. I set my glass down and leaned forward onto the counter, trying to imagine what he had in mind for the afternoon. I wasn’t in any particular mood to do anything but lay around in sweatpants and watch television or maybe play video games or just go back to sleep, but the possibility of sex was always alluring.

“Don’t move.” My heart nearly stopped entirely as I heard the voice come from behind me. I made a noise I was unfamiliar with, the result of inhaling air too quickly as I whipped around to find him. “I said don’t fucking move.”

I turned back to the counter and leaned against it on my palms, breathing deeply, trying to get my heart to start beating again. “Petr what the fuck, you almost killed me, you have to give me some sort of war-“

“Shut the fuck up, Max.” I heard him come towards me, the floorboards creaking under his feet. “I told you to wake up.”

“I am aw-“

“Did I tell you to talk?” I bit my lip and shook my head no, wondering what the hell he was up to this time. The hair on the back of my neck was prickling in anticipation, wondering if he would touch me soon, wondering what he was going to do with me. I was very aware of his every footstep towards me, very aware of the temperature of the air behind me. Something told me we wouldn’t be watching television.

Finally he got close enough that I could feel the warmth of him. I could hear him reach his arms out, felt them get closer, prepared myself to feel him. Instead I saw a thin strip of fabric drop in front of my eyes, and then I saw nothing.

“We ruined your best tie last time we used it. I thought I’d repay the favor,” he said through a smile so lecherous I could hear it as he hastily tied the ends behind my head, blinding me. I was a little nervous about my movements as he grabbed me at the hips and turned me around, lazily leaning into me and laughing before pressing his lips against my neck. It felt strangely foreign without my sight to prepare me for it, sending tiny pulses of electricity through my entire body, causing the hair on my arms to stand on end.

He began to press against me more firmly as his teeth grazed over my skin, stopping to lightly bite all of the places that he knew made me catch my breath. I could feel his breath making my skin damp and warm, cooling in sharp contrast when he moved onto the next spot. I could feel the heat building in my chest, crawling down through my limbs and pulsing though my body, settling finally between my legs. I pushed up against his thigh to feel the pressure and caught myself off guard, choking back a gasp.

Petr laughed into my shoulder. “It’s been too long, hasn’t it?” I nodded helplessly, just wanting to get into the bedroom. He stepped away from me, making me quickly find my hands to the counter for balance as my skin cooled where he had been against me. I waited for him to tell me where to go, but he was silent. Not a second before I started to get that nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach, his lips were on me, gently brushing against mine before he pressed his tongue back into my mouth. I noticed his lips were rough and chapped, that his taste today included coffee, that he smelled lightly of soap from the shower he must have taken before leaving to come over. Every surface of his body, every taste, every smell was magnified as I blindly grabbed for him in front of me. Instead of letting me pull him closer, he took my hand and led me down the hallway.

I fairly easily made it to my bedroom with his help; I know the lay of my own house. When we got into the room he let go of my hand and gently shut the door behind me, most likely in an effort to keep the harsh light out, not that it made a difference to me. I waited for him to come back to me but instead I heard the springs of my mattress. I stepped forward, faltered, paused. I wondered if he would tell me what to do. Of course he would.

“Take off your clothes.” I complied immediately, quickly pulling my shirt off over my head, careful not to move the tie shielding my vision. I had to take my time sliding off my sweatpants and boxer briefs, my sense of balance completely lost. I finally managed, kicking them clumsily to the side. I stood there feeling completely vulnerable, not knowing his plans for me, just wanting more. I could feel his eyes on me, watching me twitch uncomfortably and sway in my wavering steadiness.

I could hear him as he stood again, the soft creaking of the springs letting me know. I strained to hear his footsteps but he was too good for me, too quiet to let me know how close he was. I tried to keep still, held my breath, but still didn’t know where he was until I felt his lips press against my thigh. I gasped shakily, reaching out my hands to grab at air, trying to keep my balance as his tongue slowly traced across my hip bone. I could feel every movement short through my body, every breath against my skin, every vibration of his silent laughter. Without even seeing him I knew his expressions, just couldn’t guess where his mouth would go next. My skin tingled at the thought of it, the anticipation of his hot, wet mouth. A kiss here, a nip there, every moment made me clench my teeth, moments away from letting myself scream for it. I knew he’d never allow that.

Finally his tongue grazed over my cock, so torturously slowly that I nearly doubled over at the feeling, leaning forward, moaning some noise I wasn’t used to making. A mix of desire and frustration. I wanted to lay down, to have a chance to not be so concerned with my balance, but he wouldn’t afford me that. He lightly ran his tongue over me again, making me shudder and sway, unstable. Just when I thought one more light touch would kill me and send me toppling over, he took me completely into his mouth, using his tongue to firmly press along the underside of my cock, causing me to nearly gag in surprise and pleasure. I tried to choke out something resembling words but failed miserably, just making some sort of throaty noise that I’m sure conveyed the same message to him as he slowly drew me out of his mouth before pressing back in, refusing to establish a reliable rhythm, torturing me with every unexpected hollowing of his cheeks. I could see it without seeing it, and it was just as fucking hot.

He stopped suddenly, with no warning, and moved completely away from me again, leaving his spit uncomfortably cool on my hot skin. I didn’t know where he was going, didn’t know what to expect next. I couldn’t even follow his footsteps with my blood pulsing though my ears so loudly. Before I could worry too much about it I felt his hands on my back, running slowly upwards across my shoulder blades. He moved forward, pressing his chest against my back, and I realized that he had undressed himself at some point. He brought his hands around me, dragging the rough pads on his fingers across my chest as he softly kissed the nape of my neck. I melted backwards into him, letting him take on some of the burden of my weight, no longer concerned with my balance. He let me trust him to hold me there safely, a momentary break as he softly bit at my shoulders and purred familiar noises of approval into my ear. He knew he was in complete control of me, and nothing made him happier, or more loving.

Eventually he let me know he intended to move me by softly pushing me forward. I regained my footing and followed his guiding hand. My bed was closer than I had thought it was, disoriented from standing, blinded for so long. When my knees hit, I fell forward and had to steady myself with my hands, before scrambling back onto it, hoping I look at least a little dignified in doing so, knowing that there was no chance in hell that I did. I could feel him drop onto the bed beside me, dragging a leg over to straddle me. He leaned down and softly kissed my cheek, and I could feel the hairs of his beard brushing past mine, and his eyelashes fluttering downward. It still amazed me sometimes, to realize how much he cared for me. The thought never lasted long. I felt his eyelashes drag upwards again, as he moved sharply to pin my wrists at my side. I was blind and immobile, and squirmed under him to show my discomfort. His only response was a growl before diving in to bite at my neck.

He moved his knee between my legs, pushing them apart, and I took the cue to adjust as he situated himself on top of me. He moved down to kiss the skin of my chest, still clutching onto my wrists, making me writhe underneath of him at every flick of his tongue, grinning out of ticklishness. “Petr…” I tried to get something out but had to pause as my body jerked involuntarily and I suppressed a laugh as he traced a line down my stomach with his tongue. My thrashing stopped immediately and my laughter was replaced by an uninhibited gasp as my cock found the back of his throat. I sputtered, coughed, hadn’t expected the sudden sensation of his wet mouth. He drew me out torturously slowly, pausing to flick his tongue across the head of my cock as he most assuredly grinned into the faux-innocent “Yes, Max?” I just groaned softly in response, feeling every breath sticky hot against me. He laughed and pulled himself back up to my face, covering my mouth with his in a sloppy kiss with too much tongue, and not enough all at once.

He let go of my wrists, letting me run my hands down his sides as I tried not to pull too demandingly at him, knowing it would only make him stop and chastise me. I got temporarily lost in kissing him, both of our breathing labored as we clashed teeth, bit lips, hungrily explored one another’s mouths as though we had never experience each other in that way. But soon I couldn’t help but let my mind wander to other things, pressing my hips upward into him, feeling the pressure of his skin against me. I moaned deeply into his mouth, and he pressed against me harder in encouragement. “Max…” He could only get out the one word before I covered his mouth again. He didn’t seem upset by being cut off, sucking on my bottom lip. “What do you want?” He growled upon releasing me.

I pressed up into him again and grit my teeth. “Petr…oh fuck…Petr, I want you…”

He adjusted himself against me, pausing at my entrance and not going further. I pushed downward, trying to meet him, trying to feel him inside me, but he was too good for that, always staying far enough away. “What was that?” He laughed thickly and gripped his nails into my hips to stop my movements.

I strained against his hands, desperate to get close. “God, Petr, fuck me. Petr…please…need to feel you…”

Finally, after I thought I would die if he made me wait any longer, he pushed himself into me completely, making me press my head back into the mattress as I let out a groan from deep in my chest. He responded with his own gasp of appreciation, his cock twitching inside of me as he held still for a moment; making me feel everything as I saw nothing. He took his moment to adjust to the feeling and then rocked back, letting out a shaking breath before pressing back into me. I could hear every inadvertent, soft sound of pleasure that got stuck in his throat, the things I usually missed when I could watch his face react. His fingernails lightened their grip as he started to circle his thumbs lightly against my skin as he gripped onto me to establish his rhythm.

He moved against me slowly, not saying anything, only breathing heavily. He dropped his head down against me and I felt his forehead against my chest, cool with his sweat. I couldn’t help but ruin the silence as the friction against that sweet spot inside of me built up, overwhelming me with a feeling of heat, making my entire body shiver as we continued to move against one another. "Petr…love you so fucking much.”

He responded by biting the skin on my collar bone, lifting his head up as he let out a strained moan, and finally by saying “love you Maxie.” After a few more shaking breaths in which Petr seemed to be relishing our painfully tantalizing slow pace, he pressed into me one last lingering time before coming back to a more rapid pace. I wasn’t sure if he had matched the thrusts to our labored breathing or if our breathing had come to match the exact moment he reached that spot inside of me, but either way it was a synchronized series of thrusts and moaning, both of us crying out in our uninhibited appreciation, slick with one another’s sweat.

His pace continued like that, steadily, not letting it get away from him. After a few minutes he moved his face next to mine, nuzzling me shakily as he panted into my ear, his voice caught in his throat, making him unable manage anything but a few choked gasps. He stayed closer than I was used to, kissing my neck and biting at my ear, moving back to my mouth to kiss me almost softly between our short breaths. I felt myself reaching the edge and pressed down to meet his thrusts. I twisted my fingers into the sheets beneath us, gasping wordlessly as I came, involuntarily twitching as he continued to thrust into me. He followed shortly behind, groaning deeply into my neck as his pace became uneven and then finally stopped. He collapsed on top of me, unmoving, panting heavily.

The air was hot from our movements, the room an envelope of warmth that smelled like sweat and sex. Petr reached up and slid my blindfold off, but I kept my eyes closed for just a moment longer, breathing in the scent and enjoying the feel of his chest beating against my own. Eventually he rolled to my side, grabbing a sheet to clean us off before throwing himself half over me again, leg tangled in mine, arm over my stomach, face buried in my chest. He sighed contentedly; I had never seen him this exhausted after sex. He murmured words I didn’t understand but had grown familiar with over time into my chest, and I could feel his lips moving against me, slick from my own sweat. He continued mumbling like that, telling me things I understood in a language I didn’t, until he eventually trailed off and his words were replaced by his steady breathing.

I lay there, gently stroking his upper arm and listening to him sleep. I whispered the same words to him in a language he couldn’t understand and smiled as he twitched slightly with sleep. It was always like this when we were done; I was allowed to see him with his guard down. It was enough for me, and it was enough for him. Whatever it was making us work, it was going to have to keep going, because neither of us was going to give this up any time soon.

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[more-unknown.livejournal.com]

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I had a horrible day at work and was in the most foul mood, but I came home and found this waiting on my friends list and now I can't stop smiling. Thank you for making my day. I'm so glad you decided to continue writing about these two.

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