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So Cinderella's trying to hitch a ride back to her pad with nothing but pumpkin seed to pay the fare...lol.
And that means it's time for what??? Part 5!!!
(((Brace yourselves, darlins'....)))
Title: “Encompassed…” - Part 5
Author: xof
Feedback: xof1013@gmail.com
Rating: NC-17 (Very, very….lol)
Pairing: Brian/Michael, Declan/Ashton (OMC/OMC)
Genre: First Time, Drama, Angst
Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em, but damn it’s fun imagining I do…. My two OMC’s are mine, even though Alexis would like it very much if I’d allow them to visit her house…lol.
Status: Complete, but will be posted in 11 parts. (over 126 pages total)
Archive: ATP, Always, yes.
Summary: An exploration of Michael’s submissive nature, and Brian’s resulting claim. With a little help from two new friends….
Timeline: Set after the finale of Season Two, varying irrevocably onward from there.
Pairing Note: This is very much a Brian/Michael story. However, I have created two original characters based on (and only on) the physical appearance of the actors Aidan Gillen and Craig Kelly. My OMC’s are not meant to represent the actual actors or any of their onscreen roles.
Notes: This baby took 8 months to write, and is in fact my 50th posted story. Its length and those facts are all milestones for me, so I hope you enjoy. It drove me crazy, it wore me down and built me back up again. Tremendous gratitude to Alexis for being there through its creation, always encouraging and giving her two cents - and for the fabulous beta and preface. Thanks to Mistress Teri, for letting me pick her head and helping me round out the concept at the beginning. And to the ladies who had a very small peek early on, hope you like the end result, hugs.
Additional Notes: To be found at the end of the fic. Will include links to name origins, and to pictures I found inspiring - including clothing and toys.
Warnings: Deals with the subject of Dominance/submission, and bondage. However, it is a story of love and sensual play. There is no S/M activity between Brian and Michael, which means no PAIN. There is one scene in part one that does touch on S/M, but it’s built off of a scene shown in canon - nothing too heavy at all. Our boys only act as witnesses to it. So I encourage readers to take a chance and follow our boys as they rediscover each other, and themselves, in this new way.
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Part 5
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“No, no, no, no, no. Do not get up.” Ashton admonished their guests as he made quick work of cleaning off the island counter, removing dishes to the sink nearby. “This is my floor show. Cook’s prerogative.” He threw a look over his shoulder, “Besides, it’s Dec’s turn to talk the talk and do the walk.”
At Michael’s questioning glance, Declan laughed. “It’s my go round for washing the dishes.” Shooting Ash a fond, but pointed look, he teased, “He’s bossy, is this one.” Ashton just gave a small smile in return.
Brian watched the interplay, putting together a thought, and then as was his nature - he asked out right. “You two, you’re….” Together was his next word, only it didn’t sound as Ashton released a snorting laugh and gave a fractional bow.
“Oui. Weeeee‘re…..“
Declan cut the other man’s playful reply off, saying, “Not the issue today.” Tone serious, he looked at the two across from them. “The two of you, however, are….”
Directing his question to Michael, Declan asked, “Do you wish to continue exploring your submission? To give Brian the gift of your control, your choice, your will?”
Michael’s answer was a quiet, “yes.”
Then to Brian, Declan asked, “Do you wish to accept the gift of Michael’s submission; to hold the responsibility in your hands and heart?”
Stronger, with a certainty that sounded clear, Brian agreed. “Yes.”
Nodding, Declan appeared pleased. “Then it is witnessed. Ash?”
His expression more solemn than seen that morning, as if he held the importance of the moment to be above levity - Ashton echoed, “It is witnessed.”
Rising from his chair, Declan held out his hand - shaking Brian’s and then Michael’s in turn. “I’ll review your profiles this afternoon. The comparison of your answers, likes, dislikes, experience and the rest will help me make a recommendation on the form of training from which you would both best benefit. I should be able to give you my thoughts later today?”
Brian pulled out a card, “My cell number’s on the back.”
Ashton moved towards the door, ready to escort them down. “It was good to talk with you, Michael.” He gave Michael a wink, “I’d say good luck, but looking at this one,” he nodded towards Brian, “I’d say you’ve already bankrupted good fortune’s reserves.”
Michael laughed, while Brian shook his head with a wicked grin. Following Ash’s departing back, Brian turned to Declan once Michael had cleared the door - nothing was said, but the look that passed spoke to their like minds. Each seemingly aware that it was the two men who’d just left that made them each the richest of men.
- - - - - - -
The trip home was waylaid by a call from Brian’s office. After an appropriate length of time bitching at Cynthia for the inconvenience, Brian shot Michael an exasperated glance that had the other man laughing as he agreed to come in. “This is a one shot deal today, Cyn. You do what you have to, to get me in and out as quick as possible.” The Jeep echoed with Brian’s own laughter as he listened to his assistant’s snide return remark. “You’re a regular Dr. Ruth. I knew there was a reason I keep putting up with you.” His grin widened as he heard her reply. “Feeling’s mutual. Be there in a few.”
Shaking his head, Michael forced a smiled. “You can drop me off at the store. I’ll just get a ride home with Vic when we close.”
“I could, but I’m not going to. You’re coming with me. I want you close enough to feel me watching you.” He turned to Michael, “You’re not the only one who likes to look, Mikey.” When Michael took a deep breath and dropped his gaze, Brian leaned over and pulled Michael’s face up. “My eyes have owned you for years.” A whisper wrapped up in a kiss, he added, “But no more than you’ve owned me.”
The words were enough, as Michael’s need for more than passing breath led him to take Brian’s smiling lips in a kiss.
- - - - - - -
“Let me. Let me touch you, please.” Hours later, the sun’s setting rays shining through the bank of windows in Brian’s loft - found them again melded together, kissing as Michael pushed Brian back, naked onto the bed. The aggression of his actions belaying the permission for which he asked; his voice urgent with the need to be the one allowed to touch and feel Brian, to have him bare beneath his hands.
Michael had been half-mad for it, for this as every minute had passed during the afternoon. Over two hours of playing mute witness to the chaos that was Brian on a professional tear; over two hours of having Brian turn his eyes to Michael again and again - not saying a word, but looking at him with a menacing hunger. Glances that were usually quick, and sudden - Brian able to quickly switch back to the task he was working on, even as Michael clenched his hands in the aftermath of his physical reaction to an intangible punch to the gut, or rather, stroke to the groin.
He’d been hard and aching by the time they’d escaped back to the Jeep. Brian acting like nothing was amiss, nonchalant to Cynthia as he extended his goodbye to the point that Michael thought he would start whimpering if Brian didn’t hurry the fuck up. And then the drive home, again in silence - the weight of it driving Michael crazy until he snapped the moment they were inside.
His hands acting before his brain could function to form the words needed to ask permission; Michael was next to the bed pulling off Brian’s shirt and shoving down his jeans before even he knew what had happened. The result being a naked, aroused Brian laughing with his eyes as he grinned at Michael while purposefully swatting away Michael reaching hands.
“Hearing you say please is getting to be one of my favorite things.” Grabbing Michael, holding the smaller man’s still completely clothed body trapped between the strength of his thighs, Brian demanded softly, “Say it again.”
Michael stilled at the quiet words, seeing Brian’s concession had its price. “Please.”
Releasing a thoughtful hum, Brian pressed his face to Michael’s stomach - rubbing his face against him as he breathed in Michael’s scent. Hearing him gasp, Brian looked up through his lashes at Michael’s face and asked, “How do you want me?”
Michael let out a sound, needful even as he stood chagrined at admitting, “Question is how don’t I want you.”
His enjoyment of Michael’s words clear on his face, Brian lifted an eyebrow and said, “Welllll….”
Licking his lips, Michael answered, “Lie back, and spread your legs.”
Brazen, Brian moved slowly up the bed until his back rested on a mound of pillows. Running his hands down his stomach and over his thighs, he held Michael’s attention as he pulled his legs up, knees in the air until his feet were flat on the mattress. Completely open, reclined back and on display - he waited for Michael’s next move.
Unmindful of anything but the reality, the vision of Brian - both hard and his - Michael climbed onto the bed still fully clothed. He came to rest on his knees between Brian’s legs, though he didn’t rest for long. Immediate concerns overtook any semblance of patience as he covered Brian, raising up over the taller man before seeking out every inch of skin he could reach to touch, to taste.
Hands tracing fiery lines over Brian’s chest, stomach, legs and thighs followed the hot moist trail of Michael’s mouth as it moved in shadow to his own tease. Brian gasped at the attention to his nipples, the endless journey of Michael’s touch as it swept back from one to the other, of his lips as they sucked and nipped at him until his nipples stood out hard and wet. And all the while, Brian kept switching from arching back his head to looking back down at the sight of Michael devouring him alive. Getting closer and closer, hands already there - stroking him hot and slow as Brian thrust up into Michael’s grasp. Driving him further and further into mindless need, until his control lie fractured - his hands tangling in Michael’s hair as he pushed, guiding the heat of Michael’s lips to take their first taste of his cock.
“Ohhhh, yeah. Ahh.” Brian voice groaning from above worked Michael’s senses as surely as the explosion of taste over his tongue that was Brian, but more so…. The hard silken length of him inside Michael’s mouth, through his lips again and again as he sucked and played. Testing his limits, his tricks - Michael worked inch after inch inside until the head was at the back of his throat, his nose being teased by the brush of dark curls. And he moaned, moaned at the wonder of it, at the joy in it - that it was happening, that he was the one making Brian jerk and curse. The feel of Brian’s fingers tightening in his hair….
Both of them too caught up in the rush of it all to hear the ringing of Brian’s cell from the floor beside the bed, until the incessant pitch of it bled through the roaring in Brian’s ears. “Sonofabitch,” he breathed. Wiping the sweat out of his eyes, he eased Michael up and made a quick rolling grab at his jeans. Yanking the phone angrily from his pocket, Brian looked at the display - seeing a name newly programmed in earlier that day.
Declan Rai….
Smiling widely at Michael’s frown, Brian answered the call still breathing hard from before, “Declan….”
Accented amusement lacing his words, “Sounds like I’ve interrupted, ….something.”
Clearing his throat to calm his voice, despite the fast beating of his heart, Brian muttered, “Something, yes.”
A chuckle carried over the line, “Do you want me to call back? Or are you a multi-tasker as well as an exhibitionist?”
“It’s been known to happen.” Implication strong, Brian added, “Wouldn’t want to waste the build up.”
Mutual understanding clear, Declan mused, “Michael must be a man of talent, and … taste.”
Leaning in, Brian brushed his lips over Michael’s - enjoying the moist puffiness of use as they kissed. Locking his eyes with Michael’s, his look intense with intent, Brian again pushed his fingers into Michael’s hair and slowly, oh so slowly, pushed Michael’s head back down. Releasing a sigh, barely masking a louder moan as Michael again opened to take him in.
A moment to acclimate, and Brian answered, “Goo…. Good guess.” He dropped back against the pillows, petting Michael’s cheek and neck as he was driven closer even still by Michael’s small sounds of pleasure, muffled though they were around his flesh. “Uhmm…. Did you, ahh. Give it any thought.”
Baring witness, albeit audibly, to the pleasure at the end of the line - Declan replied, his accent thickening the longer the conversation lasted. “Had I not, this admirable display of Michael’s willingness to serve would have certainly helped me to decide. He does,” Declan paused, “give himself, to you with every look and breath. I can’t think how you’ve managed to contain yourself so long.”
Gritting his teeth as he tried to answer around the rising swell of his senses, Brian managed, “Deflection. And restr…. Ahhh ahnn, restraint.”
A snort escaped Declan, followed by, “Neither of which by your own admission, you have a reputation for entertaining.”
Shaking, jerking - Brian fought against the torrent of fire in his blood, knowing even as he gasped allow that it was over. “Only with hhh, him.” Like a lightening strike, Brian’s world flashed and he cried out - his shout mixing with Michael’s hungry groan as Brian flood his mouth with warmth. The two of them locked and lost in pleasure as the phone lay fallen on the bed.
When his head cleared, Brian pulled Michael up to lie beside him and met him with a kiss. He sighed, satisfied to find the taste of himself on Michael’s tongue. But as he reached down in search of more with which to play, Brian broke the kiss with a deep chuckle. “Someone’s been a bad, bad, bad man.” Cupping the dampened denim over Michael’s groin, Brian tisked at the other’s plaintive murmur. Letting Michael hide his face against him, Brian laughed. “That is fucking hot, Mikey.” He spoke against Michael’s ear, “I love knowing I do that to you.”
Michael smiled, closing his eyes as he shook his head , “I’m gonna run out of clean pants.”
A snicker in response, and Brian reached back for his forgotten phone. “Sorry, still there?”
Dryly, “With ears ringing, yes.”
Running his free hand through Michael’s hair, Brian said in a relaxed tease, “Annnnnnd?”
“And, I want to make you a proposal. One that I believe will provide you both with answers quicker, and with a more intimate environment in which to explore than you’d find in most training atmospheres.”
“I’m listening.”
“I’ve a house, couple hours outside Pittsburgh. The location is secluded, no prying eyes or interruptions from the outside world. A perfect place for a lazy getaway from city life. We’re heading up there on holiday for a few days.”
Brian interrupted, “And this ties in with your proposal how?”
Voice showing his amusement at Brian’s impatience, Declan continued, “What I’m suggesting is that you both come with us….” When Brian gave no immediate reply, he added, “If you want to look at it practically, going would serve two functions. It would allow you both to continue freely exploring the change from friends to lovers without the added friction of dealing with family and friends’ reactions. And it would provide a…. Safe House, if you will. Where you participate as little or as much as satisfies.“
Considering, Brian mused, “Like a no-pressure show and tell….” He ruffled Michael’s hair as the other man looked up in question, throwing a wink at him which caused Michael to smile before lying his head back down on Brian’s chest.
With a laugh, Declan said, “It’s a good analogy, yes. You would both be welcome to stay as long as you wish. The week or just a couple days. It’s entirely your decision.”
Brian asked, “Not that it would change my answer, but is this on or off the clock for you? What’s the….”
Declan broke in before Brian could finish, “Angle? That does seem to be a favorite topic of reasoning for you. But considering your line of work, I would imagine it would hold precedence in any given situation.” A breath, silence and then he answered thoughtfully, “It’s a personal invitation, not professional. Clocking this would be . . . crude. Not to mention cheapening the experience. So it stands, free from strings. I don’t need the money, regardless. As to my angle. It’s selfish, really. I would enjoy it. As you will learn, I am equal parts voyeur and exhibitionist. Teaching you would garner me the satisfaction of being both witness and instrument….” He paused again, then added in a conspiratorial tone, “Besides, I wouldn’t be a gay man with a dick if I couldn’t admit that watching the two of you play is hotter than fuck.”
Brian snorted, “Now that’s motivation I’m intimately familiar with….” Rolling Michael over, Brian leaned up on one arm, phone to his ear as he began to pull open Michael’s jeans. He almost laughed as Michael quickly kicked off his shoes and yanked the sweater over his head. Mouthing “take them off” to Michael, Brian addressed Declan as the stained denim was pushed off and over the side of the bed. “How hands-on a learning curve are we talking about?” The edge in his voice back again as he smoothed a touch over Michael’s softening cock, causing the other man to arch into it even as he released a soft hiss - his skin still sensitive from coming.
Perceptive to the change in Brian’s mood, Declan assured, “The limits are the same as agreed on today. Not that I don‘t believe he couldn‘t be seduced into doing more with someone of your choosing; he is so devoted to pleasing you that it wouldn‘t be hard to achieve. But it wouldn‘t be what he wanted, and moreover, right now it would be a detriment to his comfort and trust.” With more of a push, he added, “You’re finding, aren’t you, that the more you are with him, the less it’s even a question. Older options, and habits are falling away. Because on both an emotional and now primal level, he’s yours and no one else should have him.”
Brian felt a spark of his darker nature, the impulse to say fuck off to the notion that anything or anyone controlled him, but himself. But as he looked at Michael, his eyes sweeping over him to take in the stretched line of Michael’s neck as he threw back his head, eyes closed and lips parted, a hand covering Brian’s own as it teased Michael’s reawakening length between his parted thighs - Brian knew protesting was useless in the face of truth. He didn’t want anyone doing this to Michael but him; anyone causing Michael to moan as he grew hard. He didn’t want anyone else’s name escaping those lips in a gasp but his own.
With the absence of a reply from Brian, Declan said, “It’s a part of it, Brian. As a Dominant, you are control. You are possession. And he is the focus of both. Add in the familiarity, the history and the love I see in each of you…. It’s undeniable.”
Held between Declan’s words and the pull of Michael’s dark eyes as they opened, Brian cleared his throat. “You knew what my answer would be before you called, didn’t you?”
“It was an educated guess.”
Placing the phone against his chest after telling Declan to hold on, Brian leaned in and kissed Michael. Speaking quietly, “Why don’t you go start the shower while I finish this.” He answered Michael’s plaintive sigh, resulting from the removal of Brian’s hand, with a burning look. “I want to know you’re in there, wet and hard for me. Now hop to….” He planted a pop on Michael’s ass as he hurried off the bed, laughing as Michael’s voice sounded off the tiles….
“Bastard.”
“Legit from conception, Novotny. As well you know….” Brian smiled as Michael’s laughter echoed back, until the sound of running water drowned it out.
His expression turning serious, Brian walked through the loft to his desk and turned on his computer. Opening up his calendar, he raised the phone to his ear. “So tell me the details for this little getaway. I’ve got some juggling to do….”
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“You’re joking right? I mean, you’ve got to be.” Michael’s voice was loud in the enclosed cab of the Jeep, so he could be heard above the sounds of traffic and Brian’s blaring radio. Staring at Brian’s face, Michael’s eyes widened as it hit him. It wasn‘t a joke. He turned the music off and shook his head. “A week? What about, I mean we haven’t told….”
Brian cut in, “It’s called spontaneity, Michael. And before you start worrying out loud, I’ve handled everything. I arranged a week’s vacation at work. They fucking owe it to me after I saved their fiscal asses, besides which I’m due the time off. Your store is covered; I called Vic and he happily volunteered.” Giving Michael a quick look before turning back to the passing traffic, Brian continued, “I told him a client had offered up use of his place for a few days and I decided you needed kidnapping for your own good. Vic seems to think I’ll be good for your morale.”
Distracted for a moment, Michael asked, “Did you tell him, about….?”
“That I’ve been doing dirty, depraved things with his nephew? Ha, no. He’d ask for full details if I did.” Brian joked. Seeing that Michael was in deep thought, he said, “You know he’ll be our greatest cheerleader. And possibly the only person besides you who‘ll cover me when Deb goes for my balls.”
“Oh shit. Ma.” Michael felt the dread hit him, knowing she would kill him for not telling her he was leaving. Not to mention her reaction when they told people about…. If they told people about…. If, if, if - fuck, he hated that the voice inside his head still could make him doubt. “Double shit. I need to call her.“
His attempt to dial out was throttled when Brian jerked the cell phone from his hand. “Nah ahhh. No phone calls. No contact with any of them till we get back.” When Michael frowned, Brian waved the phone at him. “I will put this down my pants if I have to.”
Face breaking with a smile, Michael laughed, “I’d say the days of me hesitating to stick my hands down your pants are past us.”
Brian burst out laughing, hard and loud. It was his freest expression, without any walls or defenses. Michael had always thought of it as Brian’s Neverland look; forever young and beautiful.
When he managed to catch his breath, Brian said, “Now that’s a move I’ll expect to be on the receiving end of, often.” Pocketing Michael’s phone in his coat, “As for your mom, Vic is handing over the news. So I get to be the bad guy she’ll be cursing until I get you home. He‘s got our contact information too, so stop worrying. I want you to leave all that behind for awhile, okay?”
Sitting back, Michael tried to do as Brian said. He found himself getting lost in watching the vehicles they passed, still tired from lost sleep the night before. Not that he was complaining; hell, he was still reveling at having been woken up to find Brian taking him into his mouth - the feel of it, the heat, the pull of his lips and the touch of his tongue. Even the thought had Michael shifting in his seat; which caused Brian to pull Michael’s hand over to rest on his thigh, thinking he needed contact to relax, unaware that the warmth of his skin beneath the jeans only served to rouse Michael’s blood all the more.
They’d been playing around, enjoying each other in and out of bed yesterday, when Michael’s stomach had growled enough to remind them both that they’d missed dinner. Brian would have ordered in but Michael reminded him that he needed a change of clothes for work, so they’d headed out for a quick bite and a stop at Michael’s apartment. An apartment that was thankfully Emmett-free, as Brian kept letting his hands travel over Michael’s body when he was trying to stuff some clothes into his gym bag. They’d fallen onto Michael’s bed, kissing until they were breathless. Only to stop when Brian pulled away suddenly and hauled him back onto his feet, asking a dazed Michael where he’d hidden the cuffs from the Leather Ball.
Looking down at his leather clad wrists, Michael blushed at the memory of their return. At the memory of being on Brian’s bed, back at the loft, naked and posed - clad in nothing but the cuffs with his arms stretched out, legs pulled up and apart while Brian spread cool cream between his cheeks. Driving him mad as his recovery was tested, as Brian tormented him by denying them both the ultimate claim. A whisper of, “shhh, soon,” and Brian’s body pressing him into the bed as they arched and thrust together until they came.
He hadn’t taken them off since, with the exception of the quick morning shower Brian had dragged him out of in the rush of their departure. And he didn’t plan to anytime soon, finding the weight of them, the pressure of their hold a comfort.
Shaking himself out of his thoughts, Michael turned to Brian and questioned, “Where are we going? We haven‘t even packed anything.”
Covering Michael’s hand on his leg, Brian gave a small grin. “It’s taken care of, check the back.”
Michael looked behind them, finding two bags he hadn’t noticed. Choosing not to venture as to when Brian managed to pack and ditch them in the Jeep, he returned to his other question, “And we’re going where?”
Craning his neck as he slowed down the Jeep to a stop, nodding over as he answered, “Not just where, but with whom.”
Turning to look, Michael jerked his head back to Brian just as quick. “You’re kidding.” When Brian started laughing at Michael’s return to the beginning of their conversation, Michael couldn’t help but smile himself. “Okay, you’re not kidding.”
Waving to Declan and Ashton as the two got into their car, Brian leaned over and kissed Michael, softly playing into Michael’s sweet response. Murmuring against the smaller man’s lips, “So what do you say? A week of letting me make you mine, no judgments, no worries. Just more, and more, and more and….”
His words ended with Michael’s pressing into him, kissing him. Kissing him hard as he passed a, “Yes,” back over Brian’s mouth. “Yes, please.”
- - - - - - -
Declan’s house was . . . rather a surprise.
It lay back from the road, surrounded by at least ten acres of trees. There was a private drive up from the stone gate that was lined by tall trunks, with snow covered limbs so high they blocked out large sections of the sky. It was as imposing as it was impressive.
Brian shot Michael a look, brow arched as he teased him, “Take a deep breath, Mikey. It’s not like we’re entering the lion’s den.” Of course, as they broke through to the courtyard and the house came into view, even Brian Kinney was want to stare.
The house was large, two stories with a stone façade. Like something out of an English period film, the manor house was all arches and eves, smoking chimneys and snow covered roofs. Well cared for even in the absence of its owner, the cobblestone circular drive had been shoveled clear and the lights were on, shining through the Tudor diamond cut windows warmly on an overcast day. The general atmosphere was welcoming, if a bit surreal to find in the middle of Pennsylvania.
“It’s like something out of a movie.” Michael’s voice pulled Brian’s attention back to him. He was sitting with an awed expression on his face, excited and feeling a bit out of place.
The out of place part was something Brian was going to strive to erase…. Even if he had to escort Michael over the threshold of his own sense of reservation and doubt.
Parking the Jeep, Brian stepped out and walked to Michael’s side as he exited the vehicle and made to reach back for the bags. “Leave ‘em till later.” Michael was circling his arms about his middle, shivering in the cold air when Brian pulled him into his arms. They stood hugging next to the Jeep, Brian’s hands rubbing up and down Michael’s back as he said, “’Second to the right, and straight on till morning.’“
The quote from “Peter Pan” made Michael smile as he looked up into Brian’s face, a fond light shining on both their faces at the reference to Neverland. Michael chuckled as he joked, “If you start saying you believe in fairies, I may have to bolt.”
Instead of laughing in turn, Brian’s face grew serious as he shared an intimate truth. “No, but I do believe in you.”
Michael stood silent, powerless to turn away as they looked at each other and held the moment without words. It lasted but a time, though it held the world.
Until their attention was called away as Declan approached. “Welcome to Havenshire.” He came to stand at their sides, a smile gracing his face - both easy and confident at the same time. His dark curls fell back from his forehead, artfully styled as they swept down over the high collar of his black sweater. Cashmere by the look. His trousers were also black, a wool blend made to fit, ending atop his black leather ankle boots. His leather jacket lay open to the elements as he placed his hands into his pants pockets.
Ashton, coming up at Declan’s side, smirked mischievously. “A play on two of my all time favorite phrases, ‘Safe Haven’ and ‘Sheer Heaven’.” He nudged Declan’s shoulder with his own, playing as Michael and Brian shared a look. Decked out in white, Ashton was a gorgeous contrast to Declan’s black. His overcoat was unbuttoned, revealing a cream knit sweater that zipped together from bottom to top with a turtle neck designed collar that was undone and fanned open over the lapels of his coat. The outfit was completed with oatmeal wool trousers and brown leather lace up boots. Causal but with a thought towards sensible chic.
Sighing with an exasperation that didn’t reach his eyes, Declan glanced at Ashton, pointedly.
Secreting a not so secret I’m-in-trouble-now look at Brian and Michael over Declan’s shoulder, Ashton said, “And that’s my bag grabbing cue. If you will, I’ll go open the house.” He reached out for their bags, taking them from Brian with a wink before he turned to leave them with Declan.
Who called out to Ashton, “Parade rest.” His words caused a slight straightening of Ashton’s back, but didn’t stop his progress to the front door.
Returning his focus to his guests, Declan cocked his head and looked at Brian for a moment. Passing a wordless question that Brian answered with a nod. Addressing Michael, Declan said, “Brian asked me in advance to pose a question to you, Michael. And to explain briefly what you may look forward to in the coming days.” Stressing his next words, he continued, “You understand, this is an allowance on your Dominant’s part. A gift. Once you take the final step in your submission, he is under no obligation to discuss or explain his intentions or plans for you. He may choose to do so as he pleases, but it is not something you should expect.”
Extending his hand briefly in the direction of the house, Declan said, “You are welcome to pass into Havenshire as either guest or student. If you choose to as a guest, then your time here will continue without further exploration of your submission. It will be only a quiet time for you both to adjust to the change in your relationship.” Moving closer, standing so that Michael was pressed back against the line of Brian’s body, he concluded, “If you choose to enter as student, it will also be as sub to Brian’s Dom. His word will be law, his desire your only concern. You will leave choice behind at the door, with the understanding that you still hold the power of ultimate consent by virtue of your safe word.”
Leaning in, invading Michael’s private space until their cheeks almost touched, Declan spoken into Michael’s ear even as he looked up into Brian’s eyes. “This house is a home without inhibition, Michael. And within its walls, you stand to know great pleasure. But it comes at a cost.”
Held between the warmth of their bodies, Michael closed his eyes as he listened to Declan’s voice. As he listen to the words, Irish accent lyrically lacing each as they impacted his gut. Laying back his head, he looked at Declan as Brian again circled strong arms around his waist. The embrace a comfort to his escalating pulse. Inhaling deeply, cold air burning through his lungs, Michael nodded.
“We need two words, Michael. One last time, one last choice. What do you say? Do you submit?”
Ears on fire, he answered, “To Brian, yes.” His condition of consent evident to both men, causing Brian to give him a squeeze and Declan to laugh.
Declan gave a small grin, turning as he said, “Then follow me.”
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The warmth of the foyer hit them with the closing of the front door. They were in a large area, opened up two stories high - standing before a grand staircase that was centered to the entrance of the house. Hardwood floors, dark woods and heavy furniture with metalwork chandeliers hanging from above - the décor was masculine and strong.
But for all the majesty of the room, it wasn’t enough to hold the eye as Brian and Michael stood surprised and questioning at the other that was in view.
Ashton. Standing in the middle of the floor, back straight, legs slightly apart, arms clasped behind him. Position parade rest, but with his head formally bowed. Still, so still he stood - completely serious, his vibrant energy housed, controlled. At rest as he remained silent, sans his coat and surprisingly barefoot as well.
“If you’ll put your coats up, gentlemen, we’ll begin.” Declan’s voice was startling, drawing their curious eyes away from Ashton as they did as asked. Taking off his own coat, Declan threw it over the back of a chair and walked to Ashton. “True submission is to be stripped, naked to the will and desire of the one who controls you. Bared in body, mind and soul.” He stopped at Ashton’s side, close but not touching as he looked back at Brian and Michael - holding their attention. “And as such, the submission must be realized - fully and physically, whether it be by sub,” he gestured to Michael, “or by slave.”
A hand raised, fingers pushed with affection through Ashton’s hair and then Declan stepped away, punctuating his words with a sharp, loud snap of his fingers.
A signal, a command…..
One that was followed with forthright grace as Ashton raised his head and complied. Fingers unthreading the leather of his belt, he pulled the length free with a long slow slide. Dropping it to the side, he drew the zipper of his sweater down until the fabric parted. Sliding his fingers in between the folds, he caressed his chest from neck to waist before arching his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor.
Michael’s gasp echoed through the room…. A reaction to seeing the canvas of Ashton’s skin. For it was a canvas, flesh as art. It wasn’t that he was beautiful; he was. It was more. It was the unexpected additions to his physique that drew the eye. Nipples taut, pierced on both sides by small stainless steel rings. And his wrists….
In the split second before the image merged with understanding, Michael only saw dark marks encircling them - like his own. But then he saw, saw and knew that Ashton’s marks were of a permanence that couldn’t fade with time. Tattooed, each with a different design that Michael couldn’t make out given the distance. Larger too, than Michael’s bruises. The tats were three inch bands, stark against Ashton’s skin but eye catching as he raised his hands to finish his unveiling.
A sweep of his fingers over the now obvious line of his wool trapped erection, the cupping of his palm over its rise for only a moment and then he was unbuttoning the waist and sliding down the zip. His eyes never wavered - focused on the two men across the way as he drew the warm, rasping-soft wool over his hips and let them drop to his feet. Left as Declan had demanded, unclad but for one last adornment. A matching steel ring encircling his engorged length and balls, outlining his attributes with a firm unforgiving restraint.
Unblushing and bold, he stepped free of his pants and stood with arms at his sides - letting Brian and Michael look as they would. Until the moment broke with the sound of another snap, eyes turning to Declan as he walked to Ashton’s side whereupon the naked man again bowed his head and went to his knees, hands clasped at his back. And for the first time since they’d entered Havenshire, he spoke aloud - tone ripe with sincerity and a willingness to please, “Master. How may I serve?”
Witnessing the confirmation of what he’d suspected, Brian let his eyes travel over Ashton as he felt Michael going still beside him. He turned to see the caught expression on Michael’s face; and felt the look call to his blood as much if not more so than Ashton’s display. Pulling Michael close, Brian wrapped his arm across the smaller man’s chest and looked back, meeting Declan’s eyes as the Irishman gave him a nod.
“Submission is more than something you are; it is something you must show. It is something you must earn. Your Dominant’s due. And as his due, Brian has chosen to incorporate one of Ashton’s daily services to me into your personal routine.” Lifting Ashton’s head, Declan ran his thumb over the swell of the other’s lips, brushing back and forth over them until Ashton opened to take it inside, sucking on it so sweetly that Declan’s voice when it came again was pitched an octave lower. “Do you like having cock in your mouth, Michael? The taste, the feel of giving pleasure, of being of use even as you‘re being used?” Holding his eyes on Ashton’s face, he asked as a final seduction, “Do you dream about it at night?”
A small sound that carried even so through the room escaped Michael, who was now holding onto Brian’s enclosing arm for balance was he waded in the surf of his rising emotions - in the wake of his body’s response. Unknowingly wetting his lips before he tried to speak, Michael answered the only way he could given the sudden hardness below his belt that was answer enough. “Yes, I… Yes.” Blushing as he remembered that he’d admitted as much when Ashton was asking him questions the day before….
Declan looked down at Ash and smiled, “Ash does, too. Which is why he finds this next service such a pleasure…” Rising to stand straight, he pulled Ashton’s face to him, cradling it against the hard line of his groin. “It is a sub’s place to pay homage to his Dom; on his knees he will show his welcome, with his mouth he will show his devotion.” Dropping back his head, Declan murmured as he closed his eyes, “What is my right?”
Ashton’s voice carried over in answer, “To do with me as you will.”
Declan smiled softly, black lashes hiding the blue of his eyes as he looked to the ceiling. “And what is your duty?”
Circling his face, his mouth against the wool of Declan’s pants, Ashton answered, “To serve as you allow.”
Lowering his head, Declan turned his gaze to Brian and Michael. “Then serve me well.”
With a moan, Ashton opened his lips and mouthed the bulge beneath Declan’s pants; breathing hot air into the fabric as he raised his hands to undo the trousers. Parting the sides, he licked the tip of Declan’s hard length, peaking over the band of the under-shorts as he rubbed his palm over Declan’s cloth covered balls. Releasing a hungry sound, Ashton pulled down on the shorts until the length was free to rise up long and hard against Declan’s dark sweater clad stomach.
Stroking his hand up and down the shaft, Ashton tongued the sensitive testicles, sucking on them each in turn as Declan sighed and tightened his grip in Ash’s hair. He murmured happily, heatedly as Declan pulled his mouth up to open for him. To take him inside, which Ashton did with greed. For even as he provided pleasure, he took pleasure as well as was evident in his enthusiasm with the task. His face held still by Declan’s claiming hands, Ash closed his eyes and lost himself in being both vessel and home to his master’s cock as his lips were invaded and mouth taken over and over, again and again. Each thrust shaking loose a sound from deep within Ashton’s chest, the stream and volume running together as Declan sped up the pace. Getting closer and closer as he fucked Ashton in a show of both the power he held over the other man, and the power that Ash had over him.
Aroused, affected - Michael was pulled hard against Brian’s body as they watch, unconscious that he was moving his hips back against Brian’s erection - but made fully aware as Brian ground his dick into the rise of Michael’s behind. Brian’s voice in his ear, “I’m going to have you tasting me everyday. Naked, and on your knees.” Nipping at the delicate lobe, he panted, “Welcoming me home, after I’ve spent all day at work thinking of your lips around my cock.”
The limits of his patience at the breaking point, Brian pulled open the buttons of his lover’s fly and jerked the sweater over Michael’s head just as Declan began to come; the man’s cry breaking out of him in a rush as he bowed to the force of his climax, coming in the heat of Ashton’s mouth as Brian raked the denim of Michael’s jeans off his hips, leaving them to pool on the floor.
Incensed by what they’d witnessed, Brian didn’t waste anymore time. He spun Michael around and down on his knees; the smaller man’s legs now bound by his own clothing. There was no finesse left to him in the face of his own carnality, in the dark, black of Michael‘s yearning eyes. Brian opened his jeans and took himself in hand, so hard he was leaking. “Take it, Mikey. Show me how much you want me.” His words ended in a hiss as Michael rushed forward before he could finish, and then all was silken wet suction and the image of Michael devouring him with a desperation that had passion clawing through Brian’s system with a pleasure so good it was almost pain.
It was sudden; it was raw. Brian’s driving thrusts hitching with rhythm lost as Michael worked him with an intensity that robbed them both of time; the end coming too soon as Brian grunted and moaned as his body spasmed, as he spilled over Michael’s tongue and down his throat. Michael’s name sounding in a sharp call before Brian found pleasure’s end and could once more open his eyes.
To see that in turn, they had become the focus of Master and slave. Declan, clothed once more, with Aston still panting and hard at his feet, both sets of eyes set on Michael’s devotion and Brian’s demand. The look from both was approval. Was pride.
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Brian’s laughter rung out through the room, louder and louder as Michael tried to dodge his clinging hands.
“Shut UP! You knew he was going to do this and you didn’t even tell me.” Michael’s embarrassed indignation only served to amuse Brian more, which only made Michael try to sidestep faster. But finally the length of Brian’s arms proved Michael’s downfall, and he was pulled to the bed.
Pulled still naked and hard to the bed….
They’d left the foyer quickly after, well…. “Fuck! Brian, I can’t believe I just, we just…. This is fucking nuts.” He was still flushed from before, and disconcerted. Okay, and maybe more than a little turned on by the brazenness of what they’d done, by the way he’d made Brian lose it. His continuing arousal more than evidenced by the hard-on between his legs. Which he’d as yet not been allowed to touch, and had then forgotten he wanted to touch in light of Declan’s departing news….
“Tell me it’s not true, that you’re both kidding.”
Brian sat on the bed, guiding Michael between his spread legs. Still laughing as he caressed Michael’s leather clad wrists, “I’m sorry. I haven’t heard a thing after you mentioned nut fucking.”
Michael laughed despite himself, then gasped as Brian reached between his thighs and cupped his balls. “I… I, ah… Oh, shit. The nak… Uhmm. No clo, clothes all…ahh.” He couldn’t talk around the unbelievably great sensation of Brian’s fingertips fluttering firmly under his testicles. Although it was a less difficult task than trying to wrap his mind around the concept of not being allowed to wear any clothing for the next week. Except during a scene, and only then by Brian’s choice.
Looking up at Michael, Brian’s eyes darkened as he leaned in and licked a line from Michael’s navel to his chest. “I like the idea of having you to look at, to touch whenever and wherever I want.” Pointedly punctuating his words, Brian let his other hand travel over Michael’s ass and tickled at the crease, echoing with lighter friction the movement of his hand between Michael’s thighs. “Touch yourself, Mikey. I want to watch you do it.”
Now completely distracted from his prior concern, Michael’s eyes fluttered closed as he took himself in hand. Edging nearer and nearer still, he stroked and moaned - both due to his own touch and Brian’s hands. It rose in him, the burn and ache causing him to arch his neck and gasp out, “I’m, I…”
“Open your eyes…”
Brian’s voice called him back from bursting, if only for the time it took him to obey. But he was gone in an instant, as Brian bowed his head and took him into his mouth. Shouting out as he came, Michael grabbed Brian’s shoulders as his body shook - holding on as he settled back down to earth.
He was still shaking when Brian laid him down on the large canopy bed that dominated the room. Brian pulled the drapes closed to shut out the light from the windows opposite, leaving the side of the bed nearest the fire open as he lay down after taking off his clothes. Running his hands along Michael’s arms, he whispered, “Cold?”
Michael whispered back, “Not with you to keep me warm.” It earned him a kiss, and then another.
Brian murmured softly against his lips, “Nap time, Mikey. Close your eyes.“
Lulled by the sense of satiation, by the warmth of Brian’s body and his lack of sleep the night before, Michael sighed in agreement. One last kiss from Brian, and he did as told. Falling easily into rest, he began to drift. And then to dream.
tbc - Part 6...
And that means it's time for what??? Part 5!!!
(((Brace yourselves, darlins'....)))
Title: “Encompassed…” - Part 5
Author: xof
Feedback: xof1013@gmail.com
Rating: NC-17 (Very, very….lol)
Pairing: Brian/Michael, Declan/Ashton (OMC/OMC)
Genre: First Time, Drama, Angst
Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em, but damn it’s fun imagining I do…. My two OMC’s are mine, even though Alexis would like it very much if I’d allow them to visit her house…lol.
Status: Complete, but will be posted in 11 parts. (over 126 pages total)
Archive: ATP, Always, yes.
Summary: An exploration of Michael’s submissive nature, and Brian’s resulting claim. With a little help from two new friends….
Timeline: Set after the finale of Season Two, varying irrevocably onward from there.
Pairing Note: This is very much a Brian/Michael story. However, I have created two original characters based on (and only on) the physical appearance of the actors Aidan Gillen and Craig Kelly. My OMC’s are not meant to represent the actual actors or any of their onscreen roles.
Notes: This baby took 8 months to write, and is in fact my 50th posted story. Its length and those facts are all milestones for me, so I hope you enjoy. It drove me crazy, it wore me down and built me back up again. Tremendous gratitude to Alexis for being there through its creation, always encouraging and giving her two cents - and for the fabulous beta and preface. Thanks to Mistress Teri, for letting me pick her head and helping me round out the concept at the beginning. And to the ladies who had a very small peek early on, hope you like the end result, hugs.
Additional Notes: To be found at the end of the fic. Will include links to name origins, and to pictures I found inspiring - including clothing and toys.
Warnings: Deals with the subject of Dominance/submission, and bondage. However, it is a story of love and sensual play. There is no S/M activity between Brian and Michael, which means no PAIN. There is one scene in part one that does touch on S/M, but it’s built off of a scene shown in canon - nothing too heavy at all. Our boys only act as witnesses to it. So I encourage readers to take a chance and follow our boys as they rediscover each other, and themselves, in this new way.
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Part 5
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“No, no, no, no, no. Do not get up.” Ashton admonished their guests as he made quick work of cleaning off the island counter, removing dishes to the sink nearby. “This is my floor show. Cook’s prerogative.” He threw a look over his shoulder, “Besides, it’s Dec’s turn to talk the talk and do the walk.”
At Michael’s questioning glance, Declan laughed. “It’s my go round for washing the dishes.” Shooting Ash a fond, but pointed look, he teased, “He’s bossy, is this one.” Ashton just gave a small smile in return.
Brian watched the interplay, putting together a thought, and then as was his nature - he asked out right. “You two, you’re….” Together was his next word, only it didn’t sound as Ashton released a snorting laugh and gave a fractional bow.
“Oui. Weeeee‘re…..“
Declan cut the other man’s playful reply off, saying, “Not the issue today.” Tone serious, he looked at the two across from them. “The two of you, however, are….”
Directing his question to Michael, Declan asked, “Do you wish to continue exploring your submission? To give Brian the gift of your control, your choice, your will?”
Michael’s answer was a quiet, “yes.”
Then to Brian, Declan asked, “Do you wish to accept the gift of Michael’s submission; to hold the responsibility in your hands and heart?”
Stronger, with a certainty that sounded clear, Brian agreed. “Yes.”
Nodding, Declan appeared pleased. “Then it is witnessed. Ash?”
His expression more solemn than seen that morning, as if he held the importance of the moment to be above levity - Ashton echoed, “It is witnessed.”
Rising from his chair, Declan held out his hand - shaking Brian’s and then Michael’s in turn. “I’ll review your profiles this afternoon. The comparison of your answers, likes, dislikes, experience and the rest will help me make a recommendation on the form of training from which you would both best benefit. I should be able to give you my thoughts later today?”
Brian pulled out a card, “My cell number’s on the back.”
Ashton moved towards the door, ready to escort them down. “It was good to talk with you, Michael.” He gave Michael a wink, “I’d say good luck, but looking at this one,” he nodded towards Brian, “I’d say you’ve already bankrupted good fortune’s reserves.”
Michael laughed, while Brian shook his head with a wicked grin. Following Ash’s departing back, Brian turned to Declan once Michael had cleared the door - nothing was said, but the look that passed spoke to their like minds. Each seemingly aware that it was the two men who’d just left that made them each the richest of men.
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The trip home was waylaid by a call from Brian’s office. After an appropriate length of time bitching at Cynthia for the inconvenience, Brian shot Michael an exasperated glance that had the other man laughing as he agreed to come in. “This is a one shot deal today, Cyn. You do what you have to, to get me in and out as quick as possible.” The Jeep echoed with Brian’s own laughter as he listened to his assistant’s snide return remark. “You’re a regular Dr. Ruth. I knew there was a reason I keep putting up with you.” His grin widened as he heard her reply. “Feeling’s mutual. Be there in a few.”
Shaking his head, Michael forced a smiled. “You can drop me off at the store. I’ll just get a ride home with Vic when we close.”
“I could, but I’m not going to. You’re coming with me. I want you close enough to feel me watching you.” He turned to Michael, “You’re not the only one who likes to look, Mikey.” When Michael took a deep breath and dropped his gaze, Brian leaned over and pulled Michael’s face up. “My eyes have owned you for years.” A whisper wrapped up in a kiss, he added, “But no more than you’ve owned me.”
The words were enough, as Michael’s need for more than passing breath led him to take Brian’s smiling lips in a kiss.
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“Let me. Let me touch you, please.” Hours later, the sun’s setting rays shining through the bank of windows in Brian’s loft - found them again melded together, kissing as Michael pushed Brian back, naked onto the bed. The aggression of his actions belaying the permission for which he asked; his voice urgent with the need to be the one allowed to touch and feel Brian, to have him bare beneath his hands.
Michael had been half-mad for it, for this as every minute had passed during the afternoon. Over two hours of playing mute witness to the chaos that was Brian on a professional tear; over two hours of having Brian turn his eyes to Michael again and again - not saying a word, but looking at him with a menacing hunger. Glances that were usually quick, and sudden - Brian able to quickly switch back to the task he was working on, even as Michael clenched his hands in the aftermath of his physical reaction to an intangible punch to the gut, or rather, stroke to the groin.
He’d been hard and aching by the time they’d escaped back to the Jeep. Brian acting like nothing was amiss, nonchalant to Cynthia as he extended his goodbye to the point that Michael thought he would start whimpering if Brian didn’t hurry the fuck up. And then the drive home, again in silence - the weight of it driving Michael crazy until he snapped the moment they were inside.
His hands acting before his brain could function to form the words needed to ask permission; Michael was next to the bed pulling off Brian’s shirt and shoving down his jeans before even he knew what had happened. The result being a naked, aroused Brian laughing with his eyes as he grinned at Michael while purposefully swatting away Michael reaching hands.
“Hearing you say please is getting to be one of my favorite things.” Grabbing Michael, holding the smaller man’s still completely clothed body trapped between the strength of his thighs, Brian demanded softly, “Say it again.”
Michael stilled at the quiet words, seeing Brian’s concession had its price. “Please.”
Releasing a thoughtful hum, Brian pressed his face to Michael’s stomach - rubbing his face against him as he breathed in Michael’s scent. Hearing him gasp, Brian looked up through his lashes at Michael’s face and asked, “How do you want me?”
Michael let out a sound, needful even as he stood chagrined at admitting, “Question is how don’t I want you.”
His enjoyment of Michael’s words clear on his face, Brian lifted an eyebrow and said, “Welllll….”
Licking his lips, Michael answered, “Lie back, and spread your legs.”
Brazen, Brian moved slowly up the bed until his back rested on a mound of pillows. Running his hands down his stomach and over his thighs, he held Michael’s attention as he pulled his legs up, knees in the air until his feet were flat on the mattress. Completely open, reclined back and on display - he waited for Michael’s next move.
Unmindful of anything but the reality, the vision of Brian - both hard and his - Michael climbed onto the bed still fully clothed. He came to rest on his knees between Brian’s legs, though he didn’t rest for long. Immediate concerns overtook any semblance of patience as he covered Brian, raising up over the taller man before seeking out every inch of skin he could reach to touch, to taste.
Hands tracing fiery lines over Brian’s chest, stomach, legs and thighs followed the hot moist trail of Michael’s mouth as it moved in shadow to his own tease. Brian gasped at the attention to his nipples, the endless journey of Michael’s touch as it swept back from one to the other, of his lips as they sucked and nipped at him until his nipples stood out hard and wet. And all the while, Brian kept switching from arching back his head to looking back down at the sight of Michael devouring him alive. Getting closer and closer, hands already there - stroking him hot and slow as Brian thrust up into Michael’s grasp. Driving him further and further into mindless need, until his control lie fractured - his hands tangling in Michael’s hair as he pushed, guiding the heat of Michael’s lips to take their first taste of his cock.
“Ohhhh, yeah. Ahh.” Brian voice groaning from above worked Michael’s senses as surely as the explosion of taste over his tongue that was Brian, but more so…. The hard silken length of him inside Michael’s mouth, through his lips again and again as he sucked and played. Testing his limits, his tricks - Michael worked inch after inch inside until the head was at the back of his throat, his nose being teased by the brush of dark curls. And he moaned, moaned at the wonder of it, at the joy in it - that it was happening, that he was the one making Brian jerk and curse. The feel of Brian’s fingers tightening in his hair….
Both of them too caught up in the rush of it all to hear the ringing of Brian’s cell from the floor beside the bed, until the incessant pitch of it bled through the roaring in Brian’s ears. “Sonofabitch,” he breathed. Wiping the sweat out of his eyes, he eased Michael up and made a quick rolling grab at his jeans. Yanking the phone angrily from his pocket, Brian looked at the display - seeing a name newly programmed in earlier that day.
Declan Rai….
Smiling widely at Michael’s frown, Brian answered the call still breathing hard from before, “Declan….”
Accented amusement lacing his words, “Sounds like I’ve interrupted, ….something.”
Clearing his throat to calm his voice, despite the fast beating of his heart, Brian muttered, “Something, yes.”
A chuckle carried over the line, “Do you want me to call back? Or are you a multi-tasker as well as an exhibitionist?”
“It’s been known to happen.” Implication strong, Brian added, “Wouldn’t want to waste the build up.”
Mutual understanding clear, Declan mused, “Michael must be a man of talent, and … taste.”
Leaning in, Brian brushed his lips over Michael’s - enjoying the moist puffiness of use as they kissed. Locking his eyes with Michael’s, his look intense with intent, Brian again pushed his fingers into Michael’s hair and slowly, oh so slowly, pushed Michael’s head back down. Releasing a sigh, barely masking a louder moan as Michael again opened to take him in.
A moment to acclimate, and Brian answered, “Goo…. Good guess.” He dropped back against the pillows, petting Michael’s cheek and neck as he was driven closer even still by Michael’s small sounds of pleasure, muffled though they were around his flesh. “Uhmm…. Did you, ahh. Give it any thought.”
Baring witness, albeit audibly, to the pleasure at the end of the line - Declan replied, his accent thickening the longer the conversation lasted. “Had I not, this admirable display of Michael’s willingness to serve would have certainly helped me to decide. He does,” Declan paused, “give himself, to you with every look and breath. I can’t think how you’ve managed to contain yourself so long.”
Gritting his teeth as he tried to answer around the rising swell of his senses, Brian managed, “Deflection. And restr…. Ahhh ahnn, restraint.”
A snort escaped Declan, followed by, “Neither of which by your own admission, you have a reputation for entertaining.”
Shaking, jerking - Brian fought against the torrent of fire in his blood, knowing even as he gasped allow that it was over. “Only with hhh, him.” Like a lightening strike, Brian’s world flashed and he cried out - his shout mixing with Michael’s hungry groan as Brian flood his mouth with warmth. The two of them locked and lost in pleasure as the phone lay fallen on the bed.
When his head cleared, Brian pulled Michael up to lie beside him and met him with a kiss. He sighed, satisfied to find the taste of himself on Michael’s tongue. But as he reached down in search of more with which to play, Brian broke the kiss with a deep chuckle. “Someone’s been a bad, bad, bad man.” Cupping the dampened denim over Michael’s groin, Brian tisked at the other’s plaintive murmur. Letting Michael hide his face against him, Brian laughed. “That is fucking hot, Mikey.” He spoke against Michael’s ear, “I love knowing I do that to you.”
Michael smiled, closing his eyes as he shook his head , “I’m gonna run out of clean pants.”
A snicker in response, and Brian reached back for his forgotten phone. “Sorry, still there?”
Dryly, “With ears ringing, yes.”
Running his free hand through Michael’s hair, Brian said in a relaxed tease, “Annnnnnd?”
“And, I want to make you a proposal. One that I believe will provide you both with answers quicker, and with a more intimate environment in which to explore than you’d find in most training atmospheres.”
“I’m listening.”
“I’ve a house, couple hours outside Pittsburgh. The location is secluded, no prying eyes or interruptions from the outside world. A perfect place for a lazy getaway from city life. We’re heading up there on holiday for a few days.”
Brian interrupted, “And this ties in with your proposal how?”
Voice showing his amusement at Brian’s impatience, Declan continued, “What I’m suggesting is that you both come with us….” When Brian gave no immediate reply, he added, “If you want to look at it practically, going would serve two functions. It would allow you both to continue freely exploring the change from friends to lovers without the added friction of dealing with family and friends’ reactions. And it would provide a…. Safe House, if you will. Where you participate as little or as much as satisfies.“
Considering, Brian mused, “Like a no-pressure show and tell….” He ruffled Michael’s hair as the other man looked up in question, throwing a wink at him which caused Michael to smile before lying his head back down on Brian’s chest.
With a laugh, Declan said, “It’s a good analogy, yes. You would both be welcome to stay as long as you wish. The week or just a couple days. It’s entirely your decision.”
Brian asked, “Not that it would change my answer, but is this on or off the clock for you? What’s the….”
Declan broke in before Brian could finish, “Angle? That does seem to be a favorite topic of reasoning for you. But considering your line of work, I would imagine it would hold precedence in any given situation.” A breath, silence and then he answered thoughtfully, “It’s a personal invitation, not professional. Clocking this would be . . . crude. Not to mention cheapening the experience. So it stands, free from strings. I don’t need the money, regardless. As to my angle. It’s selfish, really. I would enjoy it. As you will learn, I am equal parts voyeur and exhibitionist. Teaching you would garner me the satisfaction of being both witness and instrument….” He paused again, then added in a conspiratorial tone, “Besides, I wouldn’t be a gay man with a dick if I couldn’t admit that watching the two of you play is hotter than fuck.”
Brian snorted, “Now that’s motivation I’m intimately familiar with….” Rolling Michael over, Brian leaned up on one arm, phone to his ear as he began to pull open Michael’s jeans. He almost laughed as Michael quickly kicked off his shoes and yanked the sweater over his head. Mouthing “take them off” to Michael, Brian addressed Declan as the stained denim was pushed off and over the side of the bed. “How hands-on a learning curve are we talking about?” The edge in his voice back again as he smoothed a touch over Michael’s softening cock, causing the other man to arch into it even as he released a soft hiss - his skin still sensitive from coming.
Perceptive to the change in Brian’s mood, Declan assured, “The limits are the same as agreed on today. Not that I don‘t believe he couldn‘t be seduced into doing more with someone of your choosing; he is so devoted to pleasing you that it wouldn‘t be hard to achieve. But it wouldn‘t be what he wanted, and moreover, right now it would be a detriment to his comfort and trust.” With more of a push, he added, “You’re finding, aren’t you, that the more you are with him, the less it’s even a question. Older options, and habits are falling away. Because on both an emotional and now primal level, he’s yours and no one else should have him.”
Brian felt a spark of his darker nature, the impulse to say fuck off to the notion that anything or anyone controlled him, but himself. But as he looked at Michael, his eyes sweeping over him to take in the stretched line of Michael’s neck as he threw back his head, eyes closed and lips parted, a hand covering Brian’s own as it teased Michael’s reawakening length between his parted thighs - Brian knew protesting was useless in the face of truth. He didn’t want anyone doing this to Michael but him; anyone causing Michael to moan as he grew hard. He didn’t want anyone else’s name escaping those lips in a gasp but his own.
With the absence of a reply from Brian, Declan said, “It’s a part of it, Brian. As a Dominant, you are control. You are possession. And he is the focus of both. Add in the familiarity, the history and the love I see in each of you…. It’s undeniable.”
Held between Declan’s words and the pull of Michael’s dark eyes as they opened, Brian cleared his throat. “You knew what my answer would be before you called, didn’t you?”
“It was an educated guess.”
Placing the phone against his chest after telling Declan to hold on, Brian leaned in and kissed Michael. Speaking quietly, “Why don’t you go start the shower while I finish this.” He answered Michael’s plaintive sigh, resulting from the removal of Brian’s hand, with a burning look. “I want to know you’re in there, wet and hard for me. Now hop to….” He planted a pop on Michael’s ass as he hurried off the bed, laughing as Michael’s voice sounded off the tiles….
“Bastard.”
“Legit from conception, Novotny. As well you know….” Brian smiled as Michael’s laughter echoed back, until the sound of running water drowned it out.
His expression turning serious, Brian walked through the loft to his desk and turned on his computer. Opening up his calendar, he raised the phone to his ear. “So tell me the details for this little getaway. I’ve got some juggling to do….”
- - - - - - -
“You’re joking right? I mean, you’ve got to be.” Michael’s voice was loud in the enclosed cab of the Jeep, so he could be heard above the sounds of traffic and Brian’s blaring radio. Staring at Brian’s face, Michael’s eyes widened as it hit him. It wasn‘t a joke. He turned the music off and shook his head. “A week? What about, I mean we haven’t told….”
Brian cut in, “It’s called spontaneity, Michael. And before you start worrying out loud, I’ve handled everything. I arranged a week’s vacation at work. They fucking owe it to me after I saved their fiscal asses, besides which I’m due the time off. Your store is covered; I called Vic and he happily volunteered.” Giving Michael a quick look before turning back to the passing traffic, Brian continued, “I told him a client had offered up use of his place for a few days and I decided you needed kidnapping for your own good. Vic seems to think I’ll be good for your morale.”
Distracted for a moment, Michael asked, “Did you tell him, about….?”
“That I’ve been doing dirty, depraved things with his nephew? Ha, no. He’d ask for full details if I did.” Brian joked. Seeing that Michael was in deep thought, he said, “You know he’ll be our greatest cheerleader. And possibly the only person besides you who‘ll cover me when Deb goes for my balls.”
“Oh shit. Ma.” Michael felt the dread hit him, knowing she would kill him for not telling her he was leaving. Not to mention her reaction when they told people about…. If they told people about…. If, if, if - fuck, he hated that the voice inside his head still could make him doubt. “Double shit. I need to call her.“
His attempt to dial out was throttled when Brian jerked the cell phone from his hand. “Nah ahhh. No phone calls. No contact with any of them till we get back.” When Michael frowned, Brian waved the phone at him. “I will put this down my pants if I have to.”
Face breaking with a smile, Michael laughed, “I’d say the days of me hesitating to stick my hands down your pants are past us.”
Brian burst out laughing, hard and loud. It was his freest expression, without any walls or defenses. Michael had always thought of it as Brian’s Neverland look; forever young and beautiful.
When he managed to catch his breath, Brian said, “Now that’s a move I’ll expect to be on the receiving end of, often.” Pocketing Michael’s phone in his coat, “As for your mom, Vic is handing over the news. So I get to be the bad guy she’ll be cursing until I get you home. He‘s got our contact information too, so stop worrying. I want you to leave all that behind for awhile, okay?”
Sitting back, Michael tried to do as Brian said. He found himself getting lost in watching the vehicles they passed, still tired from lost sleep the night before. Not that he was complaining; hell, he was still reveling at having been woken up to find Brian taking him into his mouth - the feel of it, the heat, the pull of his lips and the touch of his tongue. Even the thought had Michael shifting in his seat; which caused Brian to pull Michael’s hand over to rest on his thigh, thinking he needed contact to relax, unaware that the warmth of his skin beneath the jeans only served to rouse Michael’s blood all the more.
They’d been playing around, enjoying each other in and out of bed yesterday, when Michael’s stomach had growled enough to remind them both that they’d missed dinner. Brian would have ordered in but Michael reminded him that he needed a change of clothes for work, so they’d headed out for a quick bite and a stop at Michael’s apartment. An apartment that was thankfully Emmett-free, as Brian kept letting his hands travel over Michael’s body when he was trying to stuff some clothes into his gym bag. They’d fallen onto Michael’s bed, kissing until they were breathless. Only to stop when Brian pulled away suddenly and hauled him back onto his feet, asking a dazed Michael where he’d hidden the cuffs from the Leather Ball.
Looking down at his leather clad wrists, Michael blushed at the memory of their return. At the memory of being on Brian’s bed, back at the loft, naked and posed - clad in nothing but the cuffs with his arms stretched out, legs pulled up and apart while Brian spread cool cream between his cheeks. Driving him mad as his recovery was tested, as Brian tormented him by denying them both the ultimate claim. A whisper of, “shhh, soon,” and Brian’s body pressing him into the bed as they arched and thrust together until they came.
He hadn’t taken them off since, with the exception of the quick morning shower Brian had dragged him out of in the rush of their departure. And he didn’t plan to anytime soon, finding the weight of them, the pressure of their hold a comfort.
Shaking himself out of his thoughts, Michael turned to Brian and questioned, “Where are we going? We haven‘t even packed anything.”
Covering Michael’s hand on his leg, Brian gave a small grin. “It’s taken care of, check the back.”
Michael looked behind them, finding two bags he hadn’t noticed. Choosing not to venture as to when Brian managed to pack and ditch them in the Jeep, he returned to his other question, “And we’re going where?”
Craning his neck as he slowed down the Jeep to a stop, nodding over as he answered, “Not just where, but with whom.”
Turning to look, Michael jerked his head back to Brian just as quick. “You’re kidding.” When Brian started laughing at Michael’s return to the beginning of their conversation, Michael couldn’t help but smile himself. “Okay, you’re not kidding.”
Waving to Declan and Ashton as the two got into their car, Brian leaned over and kissed Michael, softly playing into Michael’s sweet response. Murmuring against the smaller man’s lips, “So what do you say? A week of letting me make you mine, no judgments, no worries. Just more, and more, and more and….”
His words ended with Michael’s pressing into him, kissing him. Kissing him hard as he passed a, “Yes,” back over Brian’s mouth. “Yes, please.”
- - - - - - -
Declan’s house was . . . rather a surprise.
It lay back from the road, surrounded by at least ten acres of trees. There was a private drive up from the stone gate that was lined by tall trunks, with snow covered limbs so high they blocked out large sections of the sky. It was as imposing as it was impressive.
Brian shot Michael a look, brow arched as he teased him, “Take a deep breath, Mikey. It’s not like we’re entering the lion’s den.” Of course, as they broke through to the courtyard and the house came into view, even Brian Kinney was want to stare.
The house was large, two stories with a stone façade. Like something out of an English period film, the manor house was all arches and eves, smoking chimneys and snow covered roofs. Well cared for even in the absence of its owner, the cobblestone circular drive had been shoveled clear and the lights were on, shining through the Tudor diamond cut windows warmly on an overcast day. The general atmosphere was welcoming, if a bit surreal to find in the middle of Pennsylvania.
“It’s like something out of a movie.” Michael’s voice pulled Brian’s attention back to him. He was sitting with an awed expression on his face, excited and feeling a bit out of place.
The out of place part was something Brian was going to strive to erase…. Even if he had to escort Michael over the threshold of his own sense of reservation and doubt.
Parking the Jeep, Brian stepped out and walked to Michael’s side as he exited the vehicle and made to reach back for the bags. “Leave ‘em till later.” Michael was circling his arms about his middle, shivering in the cold air when Brian pulled him into his arms. They stood hugging next to the Jeep, Brian’s hands rubbing up and down Michael’s back as he said, “’Second to the right, and straight on till morning.’“
The quote from “Peter Pan” made Michael smile as he looked up into Brian’s face, a fond light shining on both their faces at the reference to Neverland. Michael chuckled as he joked, “If you start saying you believe in fairies, I may have to bolt.”
Instead of laughing in turn, Brian’s face grew serious as he shared an intimate truth. “No, but I do believe in you.”
Michael stood silent, powerless to turn away as they looked at each other and held the moment without words. It lasted but a time, though it held the world.
Until their attention was called away as Declan approached. “Welcome to Havenshire.” He came to stand at their sides, a smile gracing his face - both easy and confident at the same time. His dark curls fell back from his forehead, artfully styled as they swept down over the high collar of his black sweater. Cashmere by the look. His trousers were also black, a wool blend made to fit, ending atop his black leather ankle boots. His leather jacket lay open to the elements as he placed his hands into his pants pockets.
Ashton, coming up at Declan’s side, smirked mischievously. “A play on two of my all time favorite phrases, ‘Safe Haven’ and ‘Sheer Heaven’.” He nudged Declan’s shoulder with his own, playing as Michael and Brian shared a look. Decked out in white, Ashton was a gorgeous contrast to Declan’s black. His overcoat was unbuttoned, revealing a cream knit sweater that zipped together from bottom to top with a turtle neck designed collar that was undone and fanned open over the lapels of his coat. The outfit was completed with oatmeal wool trousers and brown leather lace up boots. Causal but with a thought towards sensible chic.
Sighing with an exasperation that didn’t reach his eyes, Declan glanced at Ashton, pointedly.
Secreting a not so secret I’m-in-trouble-now look at Brian and Michael over Declan’s shoulder, Ashton said, “And that’s my bag grabbing cue. If you will, I’ll go open the house.” He reached out for their bags, taking them from Brian with a wink before he turned to leave them with Declan.
Who called out to Ashton, “Parade rest.” His words caused a slight straightening of Ashton’s back, but didn’t stop his progress to the front door.
Returning his focus to his guests, Declan cocked his head and looked at Brian for a moment. Passing a wordless question that Brian answered with a nod. Addressing Michael, Declan said, “Brian asked me in advance to pose a question to you, Michael. And to explain briefly what you may look forward to in the coming days.” Stressing his next words, he continued, “You understand, this is an allowance on your Dominant’s part. A gift. Once you take the final step in your submission, he is under no obligation to discuss or explain his intentions or plans for you. He may choose to do so as he pleases, but it is not something you should expect.”
Extending his hand briefly in the direction of the house, Declan said, “You are welcome to pass into Havenshire as either guest or student. If you choose to as a guest, then your time here will continue without further exploration of your submission. It will be only a quiet time for you both to adjust to the change in your relationship.” Moving closer, standing so that Michael was pressed back against the line of Brian’s body, he concluded, “If you choose to enter as student, it will also be as sub to Brian’s Dom. His word will be law, his desire your only concern. You will leave choice behind at the door, with the understanding that you still hold the power of ultimate consent by virtue of your safe word.”
Leaning in, invading Michael’s private space until their cheeks almost touched, Declan spoken into Michael’s ear even as he looked up into Brian’s eyes. “This house is a home without inhibition, Michael. And within its walls, you stand to know great pleasure. But it comes at a cost.”
Held between the warmth of their bodies, Michael closed his eyes as he listened to Declan’s voice. As he listen to the words, Irish accent lyrically lacing each as they impacted his gut. Laying back his head, he looked at Declan as Brian again circled strong arms around his waist. The embrace a comfort to his escalating pulse. Inhaling deeply, cold air burning through his lungs, Michael nodded.
“We need two words, Michael. One last time, one last choice. What do you say? Do you submit?”
Ears on fire, he answered, “To Brian, yes.” His condition of consent evident to both men, causing Brian to give him a squeeze and Declan to laugh.
Declan gave a small grin, turning as he said, “Then follow me.”
- - - - - - -
The warmth of the foyer hit them with the closing of the front door. They were in a large area, opened up two stories high - standing before a grand staircase that was centered to the entrance of the house. Hardwood floors, dark woods and heavy furniture with metalwork chandeliers hanging from above - the décor was masculine and strong.
But for all the majesty of the room, it wasn’t enough to hold the eye as Brian and Michael stood surprised and questioning at the other that was in view.
Ashton. Standing in the middle of the floor, back straight, legs slightly apart, arms clasped behind him. Position parade rest, but with his head formally bowed. Still, so still he stood - completely serious, his vibrant energy housed, controlled. At rest as he remained silent, sans his coat and surprisingly barefoot as well.
“If you’ll put your coats up, gentlemen, we’ll begin.” Declan’s voice was startling, drawing their curious eyes away from Ashton as they did as asked. Taking off his own coat, Declan threw it over the back of a chair and walked to Ashton. “True submission is to be stripped, naked to the will and desire of the one who controls you. Bared in body, mind and soul.” He stopped at Ashton’s side, close but not touching as he looked back at Brian and Michael - holding their attention. “And as such, the submission must be realized - fully and physically, whether it be by sub,” he gestured to Michael, “or by slave.”
A hand raised, fingers pushed with affection through Ashton’s hair and then Declan stepped away, punctuating his words with a sharp, loud snap of his fingers.
A signal, a command…..
One that was followed with forthright grace as Ashton raised his head and complied. Fingers unthreading the leather of his belt, he pulled the length free with a long slow slide. Dropping it to the side, he drew the zipper of his sweater down until the fabric parted. Sliding his fingers in between the folds, he caressed his chest from neck to waist before arching his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor.
Michael’s gasp echoed through the room…. A reaction to seeing the canvas of Ashton’s skin. For it was a canvas, flesh as art. It wasn’t that he was beautiful; he was. It was more. It was the unexpected additions to his physique that drew the eye. Nipples taut, pierced on both sides by small stainless steel rings. And his wrists….
In the split second before the image merged with understanding, Michael only saw dark marks encircling them - like his own. But then he saw, saw and knew that Ashton’s marks were of a permanence that couldn’t fade with time. Tattooed, each with a different design that Michael couldn’t make out given the distance. Larger too, than Michael’s bruises. The tats were three inch bands, stark against Ashton’s skin but eye catching as he raised his hands to finish his unveiling.
A sweep of his fingers over the now obvious line of his wool trapped erection, the cupping of his palm over its rise for only a moment and then he was unbuttoning the waist and sliding down the zip. His eyes never wavered - focused on the two men across the way as he drew the warm, rasping-soft wool over his hips and let them drop to his feet. Left as Declan had demanded, unclad but for one last adornment. A matching steel ring encircling his engorged length and balls, outlining his attributes with a firm unforgiving restraint.
Unblushing and bold, he stepped free of his pants and stood with arms at his sides - letting Brian and Michael look as they would. Until the moment broke with the sound of another snap, eyes turning to Declan as he walked to Ashton’s side whereupon the naked man again bowed his head and went to his knees, hands clasped at his back. And for the first time since they’d entered Havenshire, he spoke aloud - tone ripe with sincerity and a willingness to please, “Master. How may I serve?”
Witnessing the confirmation of what he’d suspected, Brian let his eyes travel over Ashton as he felt Michael going still beside him. He turned to see the caught expression on Michael’s face; and felt the look call to his blood as much if not more so than Ashton’s display. Pulling Michael close, Brian wrapped his arm across the smaller man’s chest and looked back, meeting Declan’s eyes as the Irishman gave him a nod.
“Submission is more than something you are; it is something you must show. It is something you must earn. Your Dominant’s due. And as his due, Brian has chosen to incorporate one of Ashton’s daily services to me into your personal routine.” Lifting Ashton’s head, Declan ran his thumb over the swell of the other’s lips, brushing back and forth over them until Ashton opened to take it inside, sucking on it so sweetly that Declan’s voice when it came again was pitched an octave lower. “Do you like having cock in your mouth, Michael? The taste, the feel of giving pleasure, of being of use even as you‘re being used?” Holding his eyes on Ashton’s face, he asked as a final seduction, “Do you dream about it at night?”
A small sound that carried even so through the room escaped Michael, who was now holding onto Brian’s enclosing arm for balance was he waded in the surf of his rising emotions - in the wake of his body’s response. Unknowingly wetting his lips before he tried to speak, Michael answered the only way he could given the sudden hardness below his belt that was answer enough. “Yes, I… Yes.” Blushing as he remembered that he’d admitted as much when Ashton was asking him questions the day before….
Declan looked down at Ash and smiled, “Ash does, too. Which is why he finds this next service such a pleasure…” Rising to stand straight, he pulled Ashton’s face to him, cradling it against the hard line of his groin. “It is a sub’s place to pay homage to his Dom; on his knees he will show his welcome, with his mouth he will show his devotion.” Dropping back his head, Declan murmured as he closed his eyes, “What is my right?”
Ashton’s voice carried over in answer, “To do with me as you will.”
Declan smiled softly, black lashes hiding the blue of his eyes as he looked to the ceiling. “And what is your duty?”
Circling his face, his mouth against the wool of Declan’s pants, Ashton answered, “To serve as you allow.”
Lowering his head, Declan turned his gaze to Brian and Michael. “Then serve me well.”
With a moan, Ashton opened his lips and mouthed the bulge beneath Declan’s pants; breathing hot air into the fabric as he raised his hands to undo the trousers. Parting the sides, he licked the tip of Declan’s hard length, peaking over the band of the under-shorts as he rubbed his palm over Declan’s cloth covered balls. Releasing a hungry sound, Ashton pulled down on the shorts until the length was free to rise up long and hard against Declan’s dark sweater clad stomach.
Stroking his hand up and down the shaft, Ashton tongued the sensitive testicles, sucking on them each in turn as Declan sighed and tightened his grip in Ash’s hair. He murmured happily, heatedly as Declan pulled his mouth up to open for him. To take him inside, which Ashton did with greed. For even as he provided pleasure, he took pleasure as well as was evident in his enthusiasm with the task. His face held still by Declan’s claiming hands, Ash closed his eyes and lost himself in being both vessel and home to his master’s cock as his lips were invaded and mouth taken over and over, again and again. Each thrust shaking loose a sound from deep within Ashton’s chest, the stream and volume running together as Declan sped up the pace. Getting closer and closer as he fucked Ashton in a show of both the power he held over the other man, and the power that Ash had over him.
Aroused, affected - Michael was pulled hard against Brian’s body as they watch, unconscious that he was moving his hips back against Brian’s erection - but made fully aware as Brian ground his dick into the rise of Michael’s behind. Brian’s voice in his ear, “I’m going to have you tasting me everyday. Naked, and on your knees.” Nipping at the delicate lobe, he panted, “Welcoming me home, after I’ve spent all day at work thinking of your lips around my cock.”
The limits of his patience at the breaking point, Brian pulled open the buttons of his lover’s fly and jerked the sweater over Michael’s head just as Declan began to come; the man’s cry breaking out of him in a rush as he bowed to the force of his climax, coming in the heat of Ashton’s mouth as Brian raked the denim of Michael’s jeans off his hips, leaving them to pool on the floor.
Incensed by what they’d witnessed, Brian didn’t waste anymore time. He spun Michael around and down on his knees; the smaller man’s legs now bound by his own clothing. There was no finesse left to him in the face of his own carnality, in the dark, black of Michael‘s yearning eyes. Brian opened his jeans and took himself in hand, so hard he was leaking. “Take it, Mikey. Show me how much you want me.” His words ended in a hiss as Michael rushed forward before he could finish, and then all was silken wet suction and the image of Michael devouring him with a desperation that had passion clawing through Brian’s system with a pleasure so good it was almost pain.
It was sudden; it was raw. Brian’s driving thrusts hitching with rhythm lost as Michael worked him with an intensity that robbed them both of time; the end coming too soon as Brian grunted and moaned as his body spasmed, as he spilled over Michael’s tongue and down his throat. Michael’s name sounding in a sharp call before Brian found pleasure’s end and could once more open his eyes.
To see that in turn, they had become the focus of Master and slave. Declan, clothed once more, with Aston still panting and hard at his feet, both sets of eyes set on Michael’s devotion and Brian’s demand. The look from both was approval. Was pride.
- - - - - - -
Brian’s laughter rung out through the room, louder and louder as Michael tried to dodge his clinging hands.
“Shut UP! You knew he was going to do this and you didn’t even tell me.” Michael’s embarrassed indignation only served to amuse Brian more, which only made Michael try to sidestep faster. But finally the length of Brian’s arms proved Michael’s downfall, and he was pulled to the bed.
Pulled still naked and hard to the bed….
They’d left the foyer quickly after, well…. “Fuck! Brian, I can’t believe I just, we just…. This is fucking nuts.” He was still flushed from before, and disconcerted. Okay, and maybe more than a little turned on by the brazenness of what they’d done, by the way he’d made Brian lose it. His continuing arousal more than evidenced by the hard-on between his legs. Which he’d as yet not been allowed to touch, and had then forgotten he wanted to touch in light of Declan’s departing news….
“Tell me it’s not true, that you’re both kidding.”
Brian sat on the bed, guiding Michael between his spread legs. Still laughing as he caressed Michael’s leather clad wrists, “I’m sorry. I haven’t heard a thing after you mentioned nut fucking.”
Michael laughed despite himself, then gasped as Brian reached between his thighs and cupped his balls. “I… I, ah… Oh, shit. The nak… Uhmm. No clo, clothes all…ahh.” He couldn’t talk around the unbelievably great sensation of Brian’s fingertips fluttering firmly under his testicles. Although it was a less difficult task than trying to wrap his mind around the concept of not being allowed to wear any clothing for the next week. Except during a scene, and only then by Brian’s choice.
Looking up at Michael, Brian’s eyes darkened as he leaned in and licked a line from Michael’s navel to his chest. “I like the idea of having you to look at, to touch whenever and wherever I want.” Pointedly punctuating his words, Brian let his other hand travel over Michael’s ass and tickled at the crease, echoing with lighter friction the movement of his hand between Michael’s thighs. “Touch yourself, Mikey. I want to watch you do it.”
Now completely distracted from his prior concern, Michael’s eyes fluttered closed as he took himself in hand. Edging nearer and nearer still, he stroked and moaned - both due to his own touch and Brian’s hands. It rose in him, the burn and ache causing him to arch his neck and gasp out, “I’m, I…”
“Open your eyes…”
Brian’s voice called him back from bursting, if only for the time it took him to obey. But he was gone in an instant, as Brian bowed his head and took him into his mouth. Shouting out as he came, Michael grabbed Brian’s shoulders as his body shook - holding on as he settled back down to earth.
He was still shaking when Brian laid him down on the large canopy bed that dominated the room. Brian pulled the drapes closed to shut out the light from the windows opposite, leaving the side of the bed nearest the fire open as he lay down after taking off his clothes. Running his hands along Michael’s arms, he whispered, “Cold?”
Michael whispered back, “Not with you to keep me warm.” It earned him a kiss, and then another.
Brian murmured softly against his lips, “Nap time, Mikey. Close your eyes.“
Lulled by the sense of satiation, by the warmth of Brian’s body and his lack of sleep the night before, Michael sighed in agreement. One last kiss from Brian, and he did as told. Falling easily into rest, he began to drift. And then to dream.
tbc - Part 6...
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For some reason I found Michael blowing Brian while he was on the phone very hot. I had a clear image of it. lol.
I'm liking Declan and Ashton more the more I read about them. I was really happy to see that they are going to be in the story more. I think I'm inclined to like Ashton more because he looks like Craig, but the sarcastic brazen why that Declan has about him is drawing me towards him. :) I loved his and Brian's conversation, the ringing ears comment cracked me up. :)
The idea of Brian kidnapping Michael and taking him on a trip is adorable. That's so something I could see him doing and I just love it. It has kind of a fairy tale quality feel to it--for me. I'm not sure why but I really like that. :D
I agree with Brian—Vic would want details and he would be their biggest cheerleader. Once again, you got me with the call back to the show. (Phone down Brian’s pants) I love that you take canon and add to it. It gives me a moment; this story has given me lotsa moments. *snickers*
Once again the wording you used made the story come to life and play out right before my eyes, you have an amazing way of story telling.
Sex scene = hot. lol. I love Michael's oral fixation, I’m sure Brian loves it as well--seeing as he wants it everyday after work. ;)
Also, as the story goes along I'm learning more about this topic, seeing as I've never read anything about it before. So you can also count this story as educational! Go you! *wink*
I think I’ve only told you a million times that I’m enjoying this story. The way you write Brian and Michael and their relationship really hits home, and you manage to intermix all there quality’s together and give it that real Brian and Michael feel. It’s amazing.
I loved the last 'scene' (yes scene, cause you make it play out like a movie), I love seeing Brian and Michael playing. Also... Michael naked the whole time. Great idea. lol. And Michaels embarrassment about it was just adorable, really cute and amusing. That whole scene was.
Another great chapter, I stayed up to read it with out realizing what I was doing. It's worth it though. :) :D
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Welll, I am being rather wicked, re: nakedness...lol. But it's so much FUN! to make him blush...lol.
I"m very glad you are enjoying the story. It's great to see others finding the story in my head as good, you know? lol....
And yes, it's fullllllll of canon tidbit references - more and more will come into play. Enjoy!
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I am so glad to see them going into this together and taking it seriously. Mikey needs this and Brian's the only one he could ever really trust. Brian too. Brian needs this just as much and he'd only ever be willing to give that much of himself to Mikey. It's brilliant and I love where you are going with it. I can't wait to see what they "learn" next. ;)
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Hugssssssss, it was a learning experience for the writer too...lol.
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Anyway, I feel I've been remiss in my reviewing, but I've just been kinda busy with school and such. I loved both this chapter and last chapter. Declan and Ashton are such wonderful additions to the canon stuff you've incorporated. And poor Cynthia puts up with so much crap from Brian. I seriously hope he pays her well.
I liked that Declan was familiar enough with Rage to know the significance of Michael's safe word, and your choice of said safe word. "Zephyr" is a perfect choice. I liked that you made Ashton a little bit more cocky than Vince (not that they're the same character at all, but Craig Kelly is the inspiration, no?), and that he's a sculptor. Very interesting description of his body art and piercings, too. That was a surprise.
“It feels like I’m standing with you on a ledge for the second time.”
Brian pulled back, framing Michael‘s face with his hands as he responded serious and low. “You trusted me then, not to let you fall.”
Loved that part. Simply wonderful, and such a great throwback to the pilot. Your work is just chock full of sly references to canon, and I love that.
The phone call between Declan and Brian, when Dec overhears the blowjob? Oh. So. Hot. You conveyed such detail in the scene that I could practically hear Brian's panting and Dec's accent getting thicker. Loved Ashton's change in demeanor, and the awesomeness of Havenshire. I'd suspected "parade rest" was a command for Ashton, so I loved that you followed up on it. And Brian totally losing it at Ashton and Declan's display? Wonderfully hot.
And yes, Vic would be right in front of Brian and Michael, pom-poms at the ready and a hearty "It's about fucking time!". Man, do I miss Vic or what?
*applauds* Such awesome chapters, Xof. I'll be back when you are.
~Adri~
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Uhmmm, prepare to blow up...part 6??? maybe...hehe
Ash's body art - it's rather important, as you'll learn.
And again, I'm happy happy that you are liking the fic!!!
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And the sexiness. God I thought I need a fan before... I need to grab the air conditioner and some ice water. ;)
Loved the little Dec and Ash action as well as Brian and Mikey.
Now I have to wait two whole days for more. :( But I guess I can wait.
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I'm so glad you're giving the fic a chance... and that you're enjoying it.
Also, just remember - it's not an s/m fic. It's a D/s fic...lol. So no fears.
Thank you so much for the compliments! Enjoy the rest!!!
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I, like everyone else, thought Brian talking on the phone while Michael blew him was sooo hot. I dont know why but apparently I have a thing for group phone sex. lol
Wonderful part. I love that they are getting away from the pesky friends and family who would want to disrupt this critical bonding period for a week. Ahh sounds like a perfect time for learning.
Can't wait for more.
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Bad, spouse, BAD! lol...
It's fun to have them living out wild fantastical scenes together. The phone was a hoot to envision and write.
Enjoy the rest!
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Loved this. The way each thinks/knows they got the best part of the bargain. So how I picture M/B.
And H O T !! with Brian letting Michael choose how things progressed in bed, but still staying in control. Yum. And then you blew me away by having Dec listen in. I wish I was Declan, oh how I wish. And I so adored Michael making Brian stutter or pause on the phone. That's true talent. lol
Face breaking with a smile, Michael laughed, “I’d say the days of me hesitating to stick my hands down your pants are past us.”
Made me giggle.
Then, I almost fell off my chair at the whole 'naked' rule. I've decided I'm going to get my own Ashton (or Michael) and enforce that rule.
Lovely, as always.
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Hehe... one note.
The hand down the pants - since I placed this after season two, the canon scene of that can't have happened. But I couldn't resist making reference to it, if only as a cute joke...
Hugggggggggggs..
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Thank you darlin'....
And yes, I am posting every two days. Tonight at midnight is part 6...lol.
That's only an hour away...
hugs
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