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Garden Plans [Liam/Chris, Jessie]
[Takes place the same day as Jessie watching Liam and Chris and Jessie and Liam talking about Chris; this is a few hours later.]
Chris ducks out of the living room where he and Liam are relaxing on the sofa, watching mindless weekend television in between naps and kisses. He wouldn't get up except that from his vantage point, he can see the front door -- and he can see Jessie, dressed with a bag on her shoulder and a leash in her hand.
"Hey," he calls out, walking into the foyer. "Where are you going?" Ever since the strangeness (strange comfortableness -- if that's even a word) over lunch, Chris has been hyperaware of Jessie's feelings – he doesn't want her to be uncomfortable.
"Out. East and I are going out to the park then dinner." Jessie smiles at the wrinkles on Chris' forehead; she can tell he's worried. "Stop with the face, Chrissy. Everything is fine. I'm just going to get some fresh air and enjoy East's company." Hearing his name, the dog butt-wiggles his way into the room, sitting down expectantly for the leash. "Besides," Jessie says as she drops down to the floor to secure it to his collar. "You guys should have some alone time."
"Thanks." Chris doesn't argue because he can't -- he wants some freedom with Liam here, as much as he doesn't want to force Jessie out the door. "Don't stay out too late, okay?"
"Promise." Jessie leans over and kisses him on the lips. "You two -- don't behave while I'm gone -- free run of the house, I expect some lamps to be broken when I get back."
"Promise." A blush and a twinkle and Chris pets her cheek. There's another quiet moment between them and then she's gone.
***
He takes his time getting back to the living room and finds Liam dozing. Chris admires the view for awhile then curls up back in his lover's arms.
The feel of Chris against him once more, warm and solid, rouses Liam just enough to pull him close and cuddle some more. After a minute or so, though, his eyes open about halfway. He smiles and kisses Chris's cheek, a light brush of lips, while one hand makes idle circles on his bare back.
"Didn't mean to wake you," Chris murmurs, tucking himself against Liam's shoulder. "Jessie went out...for awhile. Told us to go wild," he chuckles.
"Oh, she did, did she?" Liam wakes up a bit more and looks around the living room. Sure enough, no Jessie. "And how long a while did she say she'd be gone for? Do we have just enough time for me to fuck you over the coffee table if we start within the next thirty seconds, or do we mayhap have time for something a bit more elaborate?" He takes a teasing nip at the lobe of one of Chris's ears.
"Uh both," Chris says, in a voice perilously close to a squeak. He sprawls over and around Liam, soaking in his warmth and moving from "relaxing with his lover" to "turned the hell on" in thirty seconds flat. "Yeah...both...anything and everything." Chris brushes a kiss over Liam's mouth, just a shade away from demanding. "Make the best use of our time together."
Liam thinks about that while kissing Chris back, then gets an evil smile on his face. "I think that's a fine notion," he says, his voice light and pleasant. "Strip off the track pants, then, and we'll make some good use of our time."
"Yes, Sir." Chris steals another kiss then rolls off the couch, standing over Liam and not so shyly stripping out of his pants. Not quite Chippendales worthy but still -- he's working it. His eyes are bright with excitement. This is what it's like to be with Liam, in a relationship with him, to be his focus.
The show is fun and sexy, the moreso because the emphasis is on enthusiasm rather than practiced professionalism. Liam watches, his eyes warm and appreciative, until Chris is finally nude. Then he says, "Good lad. Now, come here." He pats his lap and helps position Chris across it -- not scooted up with his arse in the air as for a spanking, but more evenly, so his back is reasonably flat across Liam's thighs.
"There we go," Liam says. He reaches down for the plastic bag he'd discarded on the floor near the sofa a few hours ago and pulls out a couple of catalogs of seeds and plants and other garden necessities, along with a pad of paper. He fishes a ballpoint pen out of his pocket. "I thought we could get some work done on your garden -- it's time and then some to get some plants out there, although we'll need to figure out how you want it divided up first, give East his play area and make sure he can't get into the beds for his digging. I was thinking maybe some raised beds too high for him to jump on...."
He goes on speaking casually, explaining what he'd been thinking of and flipping through the catalogs to discuss his ideas and the various materials and supplies that would be needed, commenting on the plusses and minuses of the various choices to be made. He rests both the pad of paper and whichever catalog he's looking at on Chris's back, using him as a lap desk. While scribbling notes with one hand, his other alternates between flipping catalog pages and wandering over Chris's thighs and arse, casually enjoying having warm, smooth flesh to rub and caress in between doing more important things. His manner is matter-of-fact, as though his complete focus is on the task he's discussing, but a large (although covert) portion of his attention is on Chris and his response to being treated like furniture.
There's some shock in the beginning, some disappointed rubbing from his hard-on but as Liam talks, Chris finds himself falling into a lazy erotic haze, the words having nothing to do with sex but the connection....he can feel the intimacy. He doesn't say anything, his head pillowed on folded hands, his body serving Liam in whatever way he wants.
Liam can feel the initial tension flowing out of Chris's body and he smiles down at the back of the boy's dark head. He's behaving perfectly, as Liam had known he would -- quiet and accepting with no questions or protests.
"Now, dry stone is attractive and reasonably durable if done correctly," he says, tapping his pen on the top sheet of a stapled packet of pages he'd printed out, "but I've known folk whose dogs did quite a bit of damage to dry stone walls in their gardens, knocking stones from the tops and corners just from normal running about so I think a mortared wall, whether stone or brick would be more durable for you and the pup."
He flips a couple of pages in the packet and goes on about the benefits; in installation, durability and esthetics; of a nice, gray brick. His free hand is strongly tempted to stray, down Chris's cleft, over his sweet pucker and across his perineum to where his balls are dangling, full and heavy, but he's saving that for later when he wants his lover to be in considerably more distress than he is now. He intends to stretch this out for a while, to give them both plenty of time to enjoy the pleasure of gentle, low-key contact for now, so his hand just keeps rubbing and petting while he speaks.
Chris sinks deeper into the warm cocoon of Liam's voice, nodding, his eyes closing.
"Sounds perfect," he murmurs. "Perfect. Let's do that."
He's imagining a beautiful garden in the backyard, dog friendly and crafted by Liam, the work done by him...something they've created together. Their garden. With high walls, to keep the world at bay....
"We shall," Liam says softly. He circles a couple of things and adds a few notes, then flips the pen up and out of the way between his fingers and smoothes his palm across Chris's hair, feeling smooth tickle. "I think some foundation plantings this year, get some trees and shrubs in to anchor the beds, and fill in the empty spaces with annuals. We can see how things look by the fall, how the space functioned for you and East both, and move anything we need to before the weather gets too cold, then add more next spring.
"Here, hold this for me."
He tucks the pen behind Chris's right ear, leans over and fishes a highlighter out of the plastic bag. Still commenting and thinking out loud, he uses it to mark plants in the catalogs. His left palm, still exploring Chris's back end between page flipping, starts to rub a bit harder, kneading into the solid muscles every minute or so.
"Mmmmph," Chris growls happily, the dog version of a purr, rumbling through his body as Liam talks about the future -- because it takes time for gardens to grow and he'll still be here -- and his hand sinks into each touch like he's magic, like he's reaching inside Chris to pull out all the tension and worries that have built up.
Liam feels Chris's body relaxing; it drapes over his lap more lightly, as though he's getting comfortable as the tension lets go, and the muscles under his hand are more pliable, moving easily as he rubs and presses. The lad's relaxation translates into Liam's -- watching and feeling his lover sink into contented comfort lets him know he made the right choice. He sinks a bit deeper into the sofa cushions, his lover's warm weight making him happy in a way he hasn't felt in a very long time.
Maybe on some level this should feel like a waste -- with Jessie gone they could be doing anything, after all. Liam has an active imagination when it comes to bondage and could've figured out something extremely creative to do with Chris, despite the lad's lack of much specialized equipment. And they'll probably do that later but for now this feels right. They're both relaxed and enjoying each other -- connecting on a deep, unhurried level. Right at this moment he feels like they have all the time in the world and he wants to spend it here, together, just like this.
He flips to a fresh page in his notepad, swaps the highlighter for the pen behind Chris's ear and starts sketching.
There's a period where Chris thinks he might be dreaming because they're not in the living room anymore; they're out in the garden, which is actually a garden and not a giant patch of brown with weeds growing here and there. Everything is the way Liam has described it, they're together and it's just...peaceful.
And in the dream, Chris thinks, I wish you were kissing me.
And then he hears someone say aloud, "I wish you were kissing me."
Liam stops, startled, then smiles down at the back of the lad's head. He leans over and presses a kiss into his hair, caressing with his fingers. "Patience, dear heart. I'll be finished soon enough."
He goes on drawing, working on the layout, reminding himself not to plan for too much for this year. His free hand, though, is finally wandering farther, straying down Chris's arse. One finger tickles around the rim of his lover's pucker while he finds a variety of apple tree he knows will grow well in the yard. He rubs one knuckle idly behind the lad's balls while choosing flowering annuals to go under the back windows.
Chris can do patience because Liam is acting like they have all the time in the world and that's goddamn sexy quite frankly. He shifts a little, pressing back against Liam's fingers -- not demanding, just enjoying. He murmurs a few endearing things -- mostly that lilacs make him sneeze, he just remembered that and higher, just a little higher, doubting much of what he says even reaches Liam's ears.
Doesn't matter though, they have all the time in the world.
A big X goes through the lilacs page in the shrub catalog, with a note "allergic." Liam leafs through the next few pages, using his right hand since his left is occupied, and looks for something nice to substitute, hopefully something just as fragrant. Maybe some trellises with night-blooming jasmine?
"How'd you like to make love out in the garden some time, at night, with the scent of jasmine all around?" he asks lightly.
His left hand caresses Chris's balls, then pushes farther and rubs once up and down his swollen cock before sliding back out and massaging his arse again for a bit.
"Read my mind," Chris exhales, squirming and moving more intently now. "Want that with you." The long erotic drowse is coming to an end as Chris stretches and rubs under Liam's more concentrated attention.
"Jasmine it is, then," Liam says. He writes a few more words on the garden map, then tears the notes and plans off the pad and tucks them into the biggest of the catalogs. The whole pile gets tossed onto the coffee table, along with the pen and the highlighter, retrieved from behind Chris's ear.
Liam sits back again and enjoys having both hands free. He rubs and caresses his lover, like a big, happy dog draped across his lap. "You're such a good boy," he murmurs. "Did you like that? Being furniture for me?"
"Being whatever you want...I like that." Chris turns his head so he can catch Liam's eye. "I love being the center of your attention." He flushes a little.
"Always, dear heart." Liam leans down and wraps both arms around Chris's shoulders. He kisses the nape of his neck, then brushes his lips down his spine. He makes it all the way down to the cleft of his lover's arse, tickles it with his tongue, then bites playfully at one muscular cheek.
"It's been almost an hour and a half, though, so let's take this upstairs, just in case." He lands a light smack on Chris's arse and helps him stand up. "We wouldn't want to scandalize your Jessie," he adds, the corners of his eyes crinkling with humor.
"She's pretty impossible to scandalize, just so you know..." Chris rubs his ass like a spanked child -- though his grin is anything but upset. "I mean, I couldn't even begin to TRY...though, you know more. You can probably get her speechless at some point...."
"I'll have to try some time, then, if you think it'd be fun," Liam says, a teasing light in his eyes. "Now, let's head upstairs, shall we? She's a nice enough lass but I don't know that I want her to walk in on me whilst I'm shagging you senseless, even if it wouldn't scandalize her too terribly much."
Chris' eyes twinkle.
"Race ya?"
Liam laughs, then roars like a B-movie monster and chases his lover up the stairs, stomping heavily behind him and swiping at him occasionally from behind with hands stiffened into claw-like curves.
Chris does NOT snort but he comes close, dodging Liam and ending up in the bedroom and on the bed before he gets into the room.
"Dude, that's just...you're crazy..." He laughs, rolling around on the endless bed, cracking up.
"Crazy, am I? Disrespectful brat!" Liam launches himself onto the bed, still laughing, and lands on top of Chris with an oof and a protesting creak from the mattress and frame. He pins him down and starts tickling him with both hands.
Oh God, he's screwed...well, not literally, not yet. He's just writhing now, rubbing up against Liam in a sensuous way without trying to snort and gasp and giggle like a silly child.
Once Chris has melted into a helpless puddle of giggles, Liam gives him a last, deep kiss, then rolls off the bed. He takes a step back and stands in the center of the room. "Over here, now," he says, his voice sharp but his expression still focused on Chris. "Kneel, right here." He snaps his fingers and points down to the floor in front of his bare feet.
A boy is supposed to serve his master's whims, he thinks with a mental smile, so let's see if the lad likes to be kept hopping. He and Chris have really done so little, he's still experimenting to see what they both enjoy.
It takes a second for Chris to change gears. He trips a little as he moves off the bed and drops to the knees, the rub of the rug irritating his skin...it actually helps to center him. He drops his head, tucks his hands behind his back.
And tries not to pant because the adrenaline from the tickling and the order and moving has him twitching.
"Good boy." Liam accompanies the praise with a hand brushing through Chris's hair. "Now, get my trousers off."
"Yes, sir." Chris sucks on each word like a lollipop, reaching for Liam's fly with eager hands.
Liam watches Chris take down his trousers; he lifts one foot and then the other, then while the lad folds them and lays them on a chair, Liam fishes around in the still-messy bedcovers and finds the tube of lubricant they'd been using earlier.
"Here you go," he says, tossing it to Chris as soon as he turns around. "Lean over the foot of the bed and get yourself ready. I want your arse good and slick for me."
Chris gets so hard so fast he nearly tips over from the wave of painful sensation. Licking his lips, he gets up and rubs the tube between his hands, partially out of nerves, partially to warm it up -- partially to let the burn on his face dissipate before he lifts one knee onto the bed.
The lube is cool on his fingers; he takes a breath and snakes his arm under his raised leg, the flush of embarrassment back for a second as he presses his fingers against the pucker. He keeps his head down, working small circles until the need grows to the point where he can't help himself. Two fingers push in and he catches the resulting moan before it can reach the air.
The look of painfully embarrassed lust on Chris's face is lovely and for a moment Liam wishes he had a camera. Some other time, mayhap? For now, though, he just walks slowly around the bed, down one side, across the foot behind his lover and back up the other side, his eyes locked on the desperately moving fingers or the flushed and straining face, depending on where he is and which gives the best view.
It's easier with Liam watching him because then, he's doing it for his lover. He's obeying and pleasing, even as his own body opens and floods with erotic pulses. He starts to move faster, moaning a little as two fingers plunge deeper.
"Add another finger," Liam orders, walking around behind him once more. "And then four when you can. I want your arse wide open for me." He idly rubs his own swelling cock, a casual brush with one hand, his attention focused on Chris.
Three. In and out and in and biting his lip to keep from crying out. The fourth finger hurts but in a way that makes him never want to stop. He bends a little more, curves his fingers together, grazing his sweet spot to the point where he's suddenly afraid he might fall on the floor.
The moan rolls from his lips.
"Mmm, that's it, let me hear you moan for me," Liam says, suddenly looming Right There next to Chris. He reaches down and takes the lad's cock in his hand, not stroking or rubbing but just holding it firmly. He moves his hand with Chris's body as he shifts his weight, not letting him get any friction, just contact. "More," he murmurs right into Chris's ear. "I know you can. You can take four of my fingers up your arse, I know you can take your own more easily than that.
"And don't get too close -- you'll not be coming for a while yet." He touches a teasing kiss to his lover's ear and then moves away.
Chris nearly vibrates right out of his skin, processing all the sensations at once but mostly focusing on not coming, made harder -- in every way -- by the lingering warmth of Liam's hand on his dick and against his ear and yeah, he's moving four fingers now,
cramping up in his leg and his hand and his ass is open and he's desperately ready.
"There's my good boy," Liam says, watching the way the skin of Chris's arse stretches tight around his thrusting fingers. His hole's gaping open now and Liam can almost hear it begging for his cock.
He finds the third condom where it'd fallen to the floor earlier and tosses it onto the bed in front of Chris. "Enough of that, now. Back on your knees and suck me. I want to be harder for you."
Slowly, Chris pulls his fingers free. The rush of pain/relief makes him dizzy for a second; he wipes his hand on the end of the sheet and turns, the effort of getting to his knees much easier thanks to gravity. Sweat dots the back of his neck and under his hairline -- he can still feel the sensation of his fingers as he strokes his palms over Liam's hips, ducking his head to take his lover's dick in his mouth.
Liam sucks in a breath, his eyes half-closing. "Just like that...." The light, hesitant suction gets stronger as Chris's confidence grows. It feels so good, the warm tingle spreading through his cock. His muscles clench, wanting to thrust, but he holds steady. His hands move to his lover's head, threading his fingers through his hair, petting and encouraging him.
HIs concentration comes, about when the taste of Liam's cock starts to bloom on his tongue...when his fingers start stroking his hair. That's when Chris falls into the spell of it, the pleasure of pleasing Liam with his mouth. He sucks, long and hard then deep then shallow, working the entire length with meticulous attention to the details of his lover's arousal.
Liam can feel his cock swelling, getting thicker and harder, straining to fill more of his lover's mouth, to feel more of his eager tongue. A groan comes up from the back of his throat. He could stay like this forever, just like this, and be content.
When Liam moans, Chris sucks harder, pulling off until he can just massage the head of his lover's cock with his tongue. He resists the urge to look up, he resists the urge to look smug.
The waves of pleasure urge him on, beckon him closer to climax. Chris has a wonderfully skilled mouth on him and the temptation to just fuck his face until he comes down his lover's throat is sweetly compelling, but Liam wants that arse again and so he just breathes long and deep and enjoys the lad's attentions.
Chris slows down, making love to Liam until he's called off, until Liam decides what's next. In the meantime, he gives every ounce of his attention and appreciation to the task at hand.
"One day," Liam murmurs, "we'll have a contest and see which gives out first -- your jaw muscles or my control." He gives Chris a fond scritch behind both ears, like he would to East, then says in a teasing voice, "But not today. Today I'm going to fuck you again, just so I can say I did. On your feet, then, and bend over the footboard, arse in the air for me."
He pulls off like he's giving up a favorite sucker, finally lifting his eyes to Liam's face before he stands. Chris knows he can give a "come fuck me" look and he knows he isn't pretending when he throws it to Liam before turning slowly and leaning over the end of the bed. There's a shiver on his skin as he presents himself.
That glorious arse is still red from where he'd already fucked it twice that morning and it's just begging for another go. Liam picks up the condom, rips it open and rolls it on, his eyes never leaving his lover's backside.
Finally he stands behind him and bends over, curling his body over Chris's and wraps his arms around him. He gives him a long hug and whispers, "My perfect boy," then stands up and pushes in as slowly as he can manage.
It hurts so perfectly that Chris gives a long low moan; Liam's arms around him and his words drop him into a safe dreamy place where he can just let go and let his lover do what he wants.
He can feel Chris's moan vibrating against his body as he finally bottoms out, balls-deep inside him. He takes a deep breath and stands there, feeling the tight pressure all around his cock. Chris's back is warm and smooth under his hands, and he rubs up and down, then slides them under to caress his chest, sifting his fingers through the light fur. He teases the lad's nipples with his fingertips, then pinches both at once.
Finally he pulls out, still going slowly, and slides back in.
"Oh, Liam." The words fall out of Chris' mouth with a moan and he catches the I love you that automatically comes to mind. He closes his eyes, fisting the dirty sheets, undulating under Liam.
Chris's wriggling sends a wave of pleasure zinging through Liam's body and he speeds up, thrusting harder. He's fucking him with his whole body, pushing with his calves and thighs, his chest sliding up and down Chris's back. His hands move away from where they'd been teasing his nipples, going one up and one down so he can pull his lover into his strokes with one hand curled around the bend of his hips and the other wrapped around his chest and clamped to his shoulder, pulling the squirming body down onto his cock while it thrusts hard up inside.
The moans turn into cries, then the cries get louder, reverberating through the room. Chris pants, pushing back and forward, unable to pick one sensation to focus on so he goes limp, taking everything Liam pushes at him with complete acceptance.
He starts to feel the orgasm as if it's a trickle, rapidly turning into a waterfall.
Liam's balls are tight up against his body, aching to let go, and his cock is about to burst with need. He slams hard into Chris's arse, over and over, feeling the impact every time he yanks his lover's body up against his own. Finally he can't hold out anymore and he arches back while his hips grind up into the sweet hole clamped down on his prick and he groans out a long, slow orgasm.
There's a split second of time when Chris does nothing but smile -- because he's done this to Liam, his body is receiving the violent pleasure and there's a surge of ego and love that just twist up in his heart.
I love you, he thinks, then the last throes Liam's orgasm tip Chris over the edge; he leans his head down and comes.
Liam waits out Chris's orgasm, then gathers him up in his arms and stretches him out on the bed. He discards the condom, then spoons up behind him and holds him close. He's got a wicked smile on his face, but of course the lad can't see that.
"You came without permission," he murmurs into his lover's ear. One hand slides down his torso and smears the mess on Chris's stomach. "I'll have to think of a way to help you remember not to do that again."
Chris' hazy, half-awake eyes shoot open as Liam's words sink in. He tenses up, turning as quickly as he can in Liam's arms.
"I'm sorry...I completely...I'm so sorry."
The stammering apology nearly melts him and he thinks about just overlooking it. But that's not how the game is played and Chris wouldn't be happy if the rules weren't real. Liam cuddles him close and rubs his back.
"It's all right, dear heart. You forgot. I'll take it as a compliment this time but we'll have to work on that. And I think I know something that'll help." He dots kisses all over Chris's face, his (admittedly messy) hands still rubbing soothing circles up and down. "Come on, shower first and then we'll get you some assistance."
Chris nods, still feeling bad though not as bad as he could he supposes. Jason used to dish out punishment with a healthy dose of shaming and disgust -- Liam is still holding him close, kissing him. He's not being chastised.
And he's curious as to what assistance Liam has planned.
With a last hug, Liam rolls out of bed, then tugs Chris up after him. "You go get the shower started," he says. "Nice and hot. I'll be there in a minute." He turns away and opens the magic drawer, hunting through its contents.
Chris takes a peek over his shoulder but he's not going to push his "nice Liam in the punishment department" luck. He ducks into the bathroom and starts the shower, laying fresh towels on the rack.
Liam'd found what he'd been looking for and had the necessary item laid out on top of the nightstand. By the time he entered the bathroom it's warm and steamy and Chris has everything ready.
"Good lad," he says with a quick hug, then guides him toward the stall. "Come on, let's go. I want you wet and squirmy."
"Interesting criteria for a punishment scenario," Chris mumbles as he ducks into the shower stall, sticking his head under the rush of water to wash away his thoughts and really a lot of sweat.
Liam chuckles and says, "That's for later. Now's just to get clean." He steps in behind Chris, closes the shower door and ducks under the spray until he's thoroughly soaked. "Fucking you is hard work, though, and I'm feeling lazy so I'm going to let you wash me."
"Poor man, poor me," Chris smiles, taking the washcloth off its little rack and pouring body wash on it. He feels a little better now -- old habits die hard though, he thinks as he begins to rub circles over the massive terrain that is Liam.
"Aye, I know it's difficult, but that's why you're the sub." Liam rests his forearms on Chris's shoulders and smiles down at him while he works. The lad's doing a thorough job and he can feel himself relaxing under his care.
"That word...can mean a lot of things," Chris says thoughtfully after a few minutes, the patter of the water hitting and falling off their body filling his ears. "Sub...submissive. Boy. Whatever." One shoulder lifts in a shrug. "What does it mean to you? I mean -- what do you want me to be like?"
"Humm. If I'd wanted to change you, anything really fundamental about you, we wouldn't be here. You know that, yeah?" Liam brushes a hand over Chris's wet heat, then tugs him forward and kisses him lightly. "What I want is your own sweet self letting me take care of you. You seem to like doing for me, so part of taking care of you is letting you take care of me sometimes.
"I've never been one for a lot of rules and formality for their own sake, but I imagine you want at least some of that just because that's part of what folks like about subbing, so we'll work that out as we go. But mainly what I enjoy is taking care of the people I care for, and to do that I have to be in charge." He shrugs and gives Chris a lopsided smile. "I'm not much in the usual line of doms, I know, but I'll do my best to make you happy."
"You make me happy already -- with what you do." Chris funnels the water over Liam, washing off the soap. "It's just nice being...the center of your attention," he mutters, ducking his head a little as the water begins to cool. "You talking about the garden, like you knew we were going to be together for a while. That's exactly what I need to be happy."
"Well, that I can give you," Liam says, arching into the stream of hot water. "I'm going to be here for a long time. I imagine you'll be the one leaving every now and again, going off to your filming or your talk shows or whatever. But I'll be here when you get back."
"I have to leave soon," he sighs. "A few months -- it sucks. I'm going to miss you...." He snickers as he reaches around to shut off the water. "Though we always have dirty chat...."
"You're leaving... in a few months or for a few months?" Liam asks, frowning slightly. "I'll admit I'm hoping for the former and not the latter."
Chris steps out of the shower, head down, reaching for the warmed towels.
"Both."
Liam cocks his head at that, then sighs and takes a towel. "Well, I'm glad you'll be here for a while but I'm going to miss you while you're gone. When are you leaving?"
"Mid-summer." Chris ties a towel around his waist then takes the one out of Liam's hand to dry him off, spending a long amount of time on places that don't require him to look his lover in the eye. "New York, Toronto, Vancouver...."
"Before or after your birthday?" Liam asks.
"After." Chris dries off Liam's shoulder, following his efforts with a kiss to the warm damp skin. "Why?"
"I was hoping to keep it a surprise, both for the fun of it and in case it didn't work out, but I was thinking we could go somewhere for our birthdays. Mine's just a few days before yours, you know? Someplace warm, with a beach, maybe one of the club resorts where we could wander about naked and snog in the sand if we were of a mind."
Liam wraps his arms around Chris's waist and lifts him up, towel and all, and carries him back to the bedroom. "Someplace where we could take a picnic out and stay as long as we liked, where I could tie you to a tree like a pirate...." He falls forward onto the bed, taking his lover with him and kissing him fiercely. "Cut your clothes off and tease you all day, and ravish your body whenever I was of a mind to." He moves down and sucks hard on one nipple. "Do you think you'd like that kind of a birthday gift?"
"You had me at someplace warm, alone...." Chris laughs, his voice breaking with a lusty breath as Liam's teeth take away his ability to speak clearly. "I'd love that," he murmurs, angling himself for a kiss on the lips.
Liam scoots back up and obliges him with a long, thorough kiss. "Well, good then," he says, when they both finally come up for air. "I'll look into it and we'll do it. Get away from all this, just the two of us, and laze about for a while being all decadent."
Chris smiles slyly. "Like this weekend?"
"Well, yeah, like this weekend. I was thinking more sun and palm trees than we've got right here but we can consider this a practice run." Liam kisses the tip of Chris's nose and adds, "And speaking of practicing..." then reaches over to the nightstand and picks up a ragged strand of cord about a foot long.
"I didn't think to bring much with me when I came, I just grabbed the bag with your presents and the notes and such for your garden and dashed right over as soon as Jack and Christian left, so I had to improvise. I snipped a bit off one of the ropes in the drawer and stripped out one of the strands. It's soft and strong and should do nicely."
Shifting gears isn't Chris' greatest talent; for a moment he just squints and gets a confused look on his face.
"We're going to practice making knots?" he asked.
Liam chuckles and kisses him again, on the chin this time, then scoots down the bed a ways. "No, you're going to practice controlling yourself and I'm going to help you." He rubs a hand over Chris's cock for a moment, then urges his thighs apart. "I've improvised cockrings before. And I'm sure between me and your Jessie, once she gets back, you'll get plenty of practice." He leans down and gives his lover's prick a swipe with his tongue. "And if we do this right, when you finally do come there'll be hole in the ceiling right up there, clear through to the attic. We'll have to make sure Jessie doesn't find it or we'll never have a private moment in here ever again, if I read the lass aright."
"You and Jessie?" Chris starts to sweat profusely. "Hole in the ceiling?" It sounds like the fourth level of hell in Dante's Inferno. "Wuh?" That's as articulate as he's going to get as Liam bends over his cock, looking sexy and wicked and wielding a piece of rope.
This time Liam laughs out loud. "Has anyone ever told you that you're absolutely adorable when you're becroggled?" he asks. "Because you are. Completely. Now, lay back, knees up, there's my boy." He loops the soft cord around Chris's balls and shaft and ties a secure knot, just tight enough, right behind his sack. He's worn this himself a time or two and knows that if one squirms just right while sitting, the knot puts wicked pressure on the perineum. He smiles to himself, sure the lad'll figure it out soon enough.
"There you go. Now, let's get dressed and go take a last look around the garden and make sure we haven't missed anything. Since we have some plans, we should go shopping. There are a couple of garden supply centers I know that should have most of what we need. If we get it all assembled today, we can put in a good day's work tomorrow."
Chris moves gingerly, like Liam just strapped a hydrogen bomb to his balls. It doesn't seem too bad, he just needs to watch how he moves because he figures this thing to be tricksy.
"We're going out?" he gulps, walking to his dresser and realizing his gait is anything but natural. People are going to think he's trying to steal a rake as he walks out of the store. "Out? Where the people are?"
Liam watches him moving for a few moments, then cocks his head. "Well, perhaps. And not right away. We need to clean up the kitchen first and go scout out the garden, make sure the plans match the actuality, then we'll see. You'll likely be more used to it when you've been walking around for a bit. It's odd, I know, but it's not so horrible as all that."
He reaches for his trousers and pulls them on, then ruffles Chris's hair as he walks past him to fetch his jumper out of the corner. "Come on, move around," he says, his voice muffled through the knit until his head pops out the top.
"No one's ever accidentally castrated themselves this way, have they?" he asks cautiously, putting a loose pair of khakis on and holding his breath as he zips and buttons them up.
"Well, I never did," Liam says while hunting for his second sock. "You'll get used to it, I promise. You won't forget it's there but eventually you'll be able to, hmmm, take most of your attention away from if when you need to. Occasionally."
Next Chris puts a tee shirt, pausing in mid-stretch to make sure his penis doesn't come off and slide down the leg of his pants. Safely assured it's still attached, Chris finishes putting his shirt on, eyeing Liam warily.
"So after the gardening and the shopping, you're going to tease me stupid and this thing'll make sure I don't come. Right?"
Liam slips into his shoes and says, "I won't tease you too much. Just enough. It is possible to come through a cockring but it hurts quite a lot. Some people like that kind of hurt but we won't go there. The point of all this, aside from how wonderful it feels when you do finally get to come, is to give you some help controlling yourself. When you don't have permission to come, wearing a cockring makes it easier, gives you one less thing to worry about."
It all sounds so logical the way Liam explains it, so many miles away from punishment and shame and fear that Chris is slow to accept the truth into his bones. Into his way of thinking....
But Liam would never hurt him. He knows that. His bones do too.
"Makes sense," he says softly. "Thank you."
"You're very welcome, dear heart." Chris still looks a bit iffy and Liam's not sure why, but his all-purpose, first-response cure for that sort of thing is a hug so he moves over to where Chris is standing and takes him in his arms. "It'll be fine and we'll have fun. And if it ever gets to be too much just say so and we'll get it off, all right?"
"I trust you." Chris folds himself into the embrace, soaking it up as he looks up with a smile. "I'm sure I'm just being paranoid...but you know. I like my dick and I'm pretty sure you like it too -- so you wouldn't do anything to hurt it permanently," he teases, the smile starting to become full wattage.
That had Liam laughing out loud. "Aye, I do indeed like your dick right where it is. We won't let anything bad happen to it."
[Takes place the same day as Jessie watching Liam and Chris and Jessie and Liam talking about Chris; this is a few hours later.]
Chris ducks out of the living room where he and Liam are relaxing on the sofa, watching mindless weekend television in between naps and kisses. He wouldn't get up except that from his vantage point, he can see the front door -- and he can see Jessie, dressed with a bag on her shoulder and a leash in her hand.
"Hey," he calls out, walking into the foyer. "Where are you going?" Ever since the strangeness (strange comfortableness -- if that's even a word) over lunch, Chris has been hyperaware of Jessie's feelings – he doesn't want her to be uncomfortable.
"Out. East and I are going out to the park then dinner." Jessie smiles at the wrinkles on Chris' forehead; she can tell he's worried. "Stop with the face, Chrissy. Everything is fine. I'm just going to get some fresh air and enjoy East's company." Hearing his name, the dog butt-wiggles his way into the room, sitting down expectantly for the leash. "Besides," Jessie says as she drops down to the floor to secure it to his collar. "You guys should have some alone time."
"Thanks." Chris doesn't argue because he can't -- he wants some freedom with Liam here, as much as he doesn't want to force Jessie out the door. "Don't stay out too late, okay?"
"Promise." Jessie leans over and kisses him on the lips. "You two -- don't behave while I'm gone -- free run of the house, I expect some lamps to be broken when I get back."
"Promise." A blush and a twinkle and Chris pets her cheek. There's another quiet moment between them and then she's gone.
***
He takes his time getting back to the living room and finds Liam dozing. Chris admires the view for awhile then curls up back in his lover's arms.
The feel of Chris against him once more, warm and solid, rouses Liam just enough to pull him close and cuddle some more. After a minute or so, though, his eyes open about halfway. He smiles and kisses Chris's cheek, a light brush of lips, while one hand makes idle circles on his bare back.
"Didn't mean to wake you," Chris murmurs, tucking himself against Liam's shoulder. "Jessie went out...for awhile. Told us to go wild," he chuckles.
"Oh, she did, did she?" Liam wakes up a bit more and looks around the living room. Sure enough, no Jessie. "And how long a while did she say she'd be gone for? Do we have just enough time for me to fuck you over the coffee table if we start within the next thirty seconds, or do we mayhap have time for something a bit more elaborate?" He takes a teasing nip at the lobe of one of Chris's ears.
"Uh both," Chris says, in a voice perilously close to a squeak. He sprawls over and around Liam, soaking in his warmth and moving from "relaxing with his lover" to "turned the hell on" in thirty seconds flat. "Yeah...both...anything and everything." Chris brushes a kiss over Liam's mouth, just a shade away from demanding. "Make the best use of our time together."
Liam thinks about that while kissing Chris back, then gets an evil smile on his face. "I think that's a fine notion," he says, his voice light and pleasant. "Strip off the track pants, then, and we'll make some good use of our time."
"Yes, Sir." Chris steals another kiss then rolls off the couch, standing over Liam and not so shyly stripping out of his pants. Not quite Chippendales worthy but still -- he's working it. His eyes are bright with excitement. This is what it's like to be with Liam, in a relationship with him, to be his focus.
The show is fun and sexy, the moreso because the emphasis is on enthusiasm rather than practiced professionalism. Liam watches, his eyes warm and appreciative, until Chris is finally nude. Then he says, "Good lad. Now, come here." He pats his lap and helps position Chris across it -- not scooted up with his arse in the air as for a spanking, but more evenly, so his back is reasonably flat across Liam's thighs.
"There we go," Liam says. He reaches down for the plastic bag he'd discarded on the floor near the sofa a few hours ago and pulls out a couple of catalogs of seeds and plants and other garden necessities, along with a pad of paper. He fishes a ballpoint pen out of his pocket. "I thought we could get some work done on your garden -- it's time and then some to get some plants out there, although we'll need to figure out how you want it divided up first, give East his play area and make sure he can't get into the beds for his digging. I was thinking maybe some raised beds too high for him to jump on...."
He goes on speaking casually, explaining what he'd been thinking of and flipping through the catalogs to discuss his ideas and the various materials and supplies that would be needed, commenting on the plusses and minuses of the various choices to be made. He rests both the pad of paper and whichever catalog he's looking at on Chris's back, using him as a lap desk. While scribbling notes with one hand, his other alternates between flipping catalog pages and wandering over Chris's thighs and arse, casually enjoying having warm, smooth flesh to rub and caress in between doing more important things. His manner is matter-of-fact, as though his complete focus is on the task he's discussing, but a large (although covert) portion of his attention is on Chris and his response to being treated like furniture.
There's some shock in the beginning, some disappointed rubbing from his hard-on but as Liam talks, Chris finds himself falling into a lazy erotic haze, the words having nothing to do with sex but the connection....he can feel the intimacy. He doesn't say anything, his head pillowed on folded hands, his body serving Liam in whatever way he wants.
Liam can feel the initial tension flowing out of Chris's body and he smiles down at the back of the boy's dark head. He's behaving perfectly, as Liam had known he would -- quiet and accepting with no questions or protests.
"Now, dry stone is attractive and reasonably durable if done correctly," he says, tapping his pen on the top sheet of a stapled packet of pages he'd printed out, "but I've known folk whose dogs did quite a bit of damage to dry stone walls in their gardens, knocking stones from the tops and corners just from normal running about so I think a mortared wall, whether stone or brick would be more durable for you and the pup."
He flips a couple of pages in the packet and goes on about the benefits; in installation, durability and esthetics; of a nice, gray brick. His free hand is strongly tempted to stray, down Chris's cleft, over his sweet pucker and across his perineum to where his balls are dangling, full and heavy, but he's saving that for later when he wants his lover to be in considerably more distress than he is now. He intends to stretch this out for a while, to give them both plenty of time to enjoy the pleasure of gentle, low-key contact for now, so his hand just keeps rubbing and petting while he speaks.
Chris sinks deeper into the warm cocoon of Liam's voice, nodding, his eyes closing.
"Sounds perfect," he murmurs. "Perfect. Let's do that."
He's imagining a beautiful garden in the backyard, dog friendly and crafted by Liam, the work done by him...something they've created together. Their garden. With high walls, to keep the world at bay....
"We shall," Liam says softly. He circles a couple of things and adds a few notes, then flips the pen up and out of the way between his fingers and smoothes his palm across Chris's hair, feeling smooth tickle. "I think some foundation plantings this year, get some trees and shrubs in to anchor the beds, and fill in the empty spaces with annuals. We can see how things look by the fall, how the space functioned for you and East both, and move anything we need to before the weather gets too cold, then add more next spring.
"Here, hold this for me."
He tucks the pen behind Chris's right ear, leans over and fishes a highlighter out of the plastic bag. Still commenting and thinking out loud, he uses it to mark plants in the catalogs. His left palm, still exploring Chris's back end between page flipping, starts to rub a bit harder, kneading into the solid muscles every minute or so.
"Mmmmph," Chris growls happily, the dog version of a purr, rumbling through his body as Liam talks about the future -- because it takes time for gardens to grow and he'll still be here -- and his hand sinks into each touch like he's magic, like he's reaching inside Chris to pull out all the tension and worries that have built up.
Liam feels Chris's body relaxing; it drapes over his lap more lightly, as though he's getting comfortable as the tension lets go, and the muscles under his hand are more pliable, moving easily as he rubs and presses. The lad's relaxation translates into Liam's -- watching and feeling his lover sink into contented comfort lets him know he made the right choice. He sinks a bit deeper into the sofa cushions, his lover's warm weight making him happy in a way he hasn't felt in a very long time.
Maybe on some level this should feel like a waste -- with Jessie gone they could be doing anything, after all. Liam has an active imagination when it comes to bondage and could've figured out something extremely creative to do with Chris, despite the lad's lack of much specialized equipment. And they'll probably do that later but for now this feels right. They're both relaxed and enjoying each other -- connecting on a deep, unhurried level. Right at this moment he feels like they have all the time in the world and he wants to spend it here, together, just like this.
He flips to a fresh page in his notepad, swaps the highlighter for the pen behind Chris's ear and starts sketching.
There's a period where Chris thinks he might be dreaming because they're not in the living room anymore; they're out in the garden, which is actually a garden and not a giant patch of brown with weeds growing here and there. Everything is the way Liam has described it, they're together and it's just...peaceful.
And in the dream, Chris thinks, I wish you were kissing me.
And then he hears someone say aloud, "I wish you were kissing me."
Liam stops, startled, then smiles down at the back of the lad's head. He leans over and presses a kiss into his hair, caressing with his fingers. "Patience, dear heart. I'll be finished soon enough."
He goes on drawing, working on the layout, reminding himself not to plan for too much for this year. His free hand, though, is finally wandering farther, straying down Chris's arse. One finger tickles around the rim of his lover's pucker while he finds a variety of apple tree he knows will grow well in the yard. He rubs one knuckle idly behind the lad's balls while choosing flowering annuals to go under the back windows.
Chris can do patience because Liam is acting like they have all the time in the world and that's goddamn sexy quite frankly. He shifts a little, pressing back against Liam's fingers -- not demanding, just enjoying. He murmurs a few endearing things -- mostly that lilacs make him sneeze, he just remembered that and higher, just a little higher, doubting much of what he says even reaches Liam's ears.
Doesn't matter though, they have all the time in the world.
A big X goes through the lilacs page in the shrub catalog, with a note "allergic." Liam leafs through the next few pages, using his right hand since his left is occupied, and looks for something nice to substitute, hopefully something just as fragrant. Maybe some trellises with night-blooming jasmine?
"How'd you like to make love out in the garden some time, at night, with the scent of jasmine all around?" he asks lightly.
His left hand caresses Chris's balls, then pushes farther and rubs once up and down his swollen cock before sliding back out and massaging his arse again for a bit.
"Read my mind," Chris exhales, squirming and moving more intently now. "Want that with you." The long erotic drowse is coming to an end as Chris stretches and rubs under Liam's more concentrated attention.
"Jasmine it is, then," Liam says. He writes a few more words on the garden map, then tears the notes and plans off the pad and tucks them into the biggest of the catalogs. The whole pile gets tossed onto the coffee table, along with the pen and the highlighter, retrieved from behind Chris's ear.
Liam sits back again and enjoys having both hands free. He rubs and caresses his lover, like a big, happy dog draped across his lap. "You're such a good boy," he murmurs. "Did you like that? Being furniture for me?"
"Being whatever you want...I like that." Chris turns his head so he can catch Liam's eye. "I love being the center of your attention." He flushes a little.
"Always, dear heart." Liam leans down and wraps both arms around Chris's shoulders. He kisses the nape of his neck, then brushes his lips down his spine. He makes it all the way down to the cleft of his lover's arse, tickles it with his tongue, then bites playfully at one muscular cheek.
"It's been almost an hour and a half, though, so let's take this upstairs, just in case." He lands a light smack on Chris's arse and helps him stand up. "We wouldn't want to scandalize your Jessie," he adds, the corners of his eyes crinkling with humor.
"She's pretty impossible to scandalize, just so you know..." Chris rubs his ass like a spanked child -- though his grin is anything but upset. "I mean, I couldn't even begin to TRY...though, you know more. You can probably get her speechless at some point...."
"I'll have to try some time, then, if you think it'd be fun," Liam says, a teasing light in his eyes. "Now, let's head upstairs, shall we? She's a nice enough lass but I don't know that I want her to walk in on me whilst I'm shagging you senseless, even if it wouldn't scandalize her too terribly much."
Chris' eyes twinkle.
"Race ya?"
Liam laughs, then roars like a B-movie monster and chases his lover up the stairs, stomping heavily behind him and swiping at him occasionally from behind with hands stiffened into claw-like curves.
Chris does NOT snort but he comes close, dodging Liam and ending up in the bedroom and on the bed before he gets into the room.
"Dude, that's just...you're crazy..." He laughs, rolling around on the endless bed, cracking up.
"Crazy, am I? Disrespectful brat!" Liam launches himself onto the bed, still laughing, and lands on top of Chris with an oof and a protesting creak from the mattress and frame. He pins him down and starts tickling him with both hands.
Oh God, he's screwed...well, not literally, not yet. He's just writhing now, rubbing up against Liam in a sensuous way without trying to snort and gasp and giggle like a silly child.
Once Chris has melted into a helpless puddle of giggles, Liam gives him a last, deep kiss, then rolls off the bed. He takes a step back and stands in the center of the room. "Over here, now," he says, his voice sharp but his expression still focused on Chris. "Kneel, right here." He snaps his fingers and points down to the floor in front of his bare feet.
A boy is supposed to serve his master's whims, he thinks with a mental smile, so let's see if the lad likes to be kept hopping. He and Chris have really done so little, he's still experimenting to see what they both enjoy.
It takes a second for Chris to change gears. He trips a little as he moves off the bed and drops to the knees, the rub of the rug irritating his skin...it actually helps to center him. He drops his head, tucks his hands behind his back.
And tries not to pant because the adrenaline from the tickling and the order and moving has him twitching.
"Good boy." Liam accompanies the praise with a hand brushing through Chris's hair. "Now, get my trousers off."
"Yes, sir." Chris sucks on each word like a lollipop, reaching for Liam's fly with eager hands.
Liam watches Chris take down his trousers; he lifts one foot and then the other, then while the lad folds them and lays them on a chair, Liam fishes around in the still-messy bedcovers and finds the tube of lubricant they'd been using earlier.
"Here you go," he says, tossing it to Chris as soon as he turns around. "Lean over the foot of the bed and get yourself ready. I want your arse good and slick for me."
Chris gets so hard so fast he nearly tips over from the wave of painful sensation. Licking his lips, he gets up and rubs the tube between his hands, partially out of nerves, partially to warm it up -- partially to let the burn on his face dissipate before he lifts one knee onto the bed.
The lube is cool on his fingers; he takes a breath and snakes his arm under his raised leg, the flush of embarrassment back for a second as he presses his fingers against the pucker. He keeps his head down, working small circles until the need grows to the point where he can't help himself. Two fingers push in and he catches the resulting moan before it can reach the air.
The look of painfully embarrassed lust on Chris's face is lovely and for a moment Liam wishes he had a camera. Some other time, mayhap? For now, though, he just walks slowly around the bed, down one side, across the foot behind his lover and back up the other side, his eyes locked on the desperately moving fingers or the flushed and straining face, depending on where he is and which gives the best view.
It's easier with Liam watching him because then, he's doing it for his lover. He's obeying and pleasing, even as his own body opens and floods with erotic pulses. He starts to move faster, moaning a little as two fingers plunge deeper.
"Add another finger," Liam orders, walking around behind him once more. "And then four when you can. I want your arse wide open for me." He idly rubs his own swelling cock, a casual brush with one hand, his attention focused on Chris.
Three. In and out and in and biting his lip to keep from crying out. The fourth finger hurts but in a way that makes him never want to stop. He bends a little more, curves his fingers together, grazing his sweet spot to the point where he's suddenly afraid he might fall on the floor.
The moan rolls from his lips.
"Mmm, that's it, let me hear you moan for me," Liam says, suddenly looming Right There next to Chris. He reaches down and takes the lad's cock in his hand, not stroking or rubbing but just holding it firmly. He moves his hand with Chris's body as he shifts his weight, not letting him get any friction, just contact. "More," he murmurs right into Chris's ear. "I know you can. You can take four of my fingers up your arse, I know you can take your own more easily than that.
"And don't get too close -- you'll not be coming for a while yet." He touches a teasing kiss to his lover's ear and then moves away.
Chris nearly vibrates right out of his skin, processing all the sensations at once but mostly focusing on not coming, made harder -- in every way -- by the lingering warmth of Liam's hand on his dick and against his ear and yeah, he's moving four fingers now,
cramping up in his leg and his hand and his ass is open and he's desperately ready.
"There's my good boy," Liam says, watching the way the skin of Chris's arse stretches tight around his thrusting fingers. His hole's gaping open now and Liam can almost hear it begging for his cock.
He finds the third condom where it'd fallen to the floor earlier and tosses it onto the bed in front of Chris. "Enough of that, now. Back on your knees and suck me. I want to be harder for you."
Slowly, Chris pulls his fingers free. The rush of pain/relief makes him dizzy for a second; he wipes his hand on the end of the sheet and turns, the effort of getting to his knees much easier thanks to gravity. Sweat dots the back of his neck and under his hairline -- he can still feel the sensation of his fingers as he strokes his palms over Liam's hips, ducking his head to take his lover's dick in his mouth.
Liam sucks in a breath, his eyes half-closing. "Just like that...." The light, hesitant suction gets stronger as Chris's confidence grows. It feels so good, the warm tingle spreading through his cock. His muscles clench, wanting to thrust, but he holds steady. His hands move to his lover's head, threading his fingers through his hair, petting and encouraging him.
HIs concentration comes, about when the taste of Liam's cock starts to bloom on his tongue...when his fingers start stroking his hair. That's when Chris falls into the spell of it, the pleasure of pleasing Liam with his mouth. He sucks, long and hard then deep then shallow, working the entire length with meticulous attention to the details of his lover's arousal.
Liam can feel his cock swelling, getting thicker and harder, straining to fill more of his lover's mouth, to feel more of his eager tongue. A groan comes up from the back of his throat. He could stay like this forever, just like this, and be content.
When Liam moans, Chris sucks harder, pulling off until he can just massage the head of his lover's cock with his tongue. He resists the urge to look up, he resists the urge to look smug.
The waves of pleasure urge him on, beckon him closer to climax. Chris has a wonderfully skilled mouth on him and the temptation to just fuck his face until he comes down his lover's throat is sweetly compelling, but Liam wants that arse again and so he just breathes long and deep and enjoys the lad's attentions.
Chris slows down, making love to Liam until he's called off, until Liam decides what's next. In the meantime, he gives every ounce of his attention and appreciation to the task at hand.
"One day," Liam murmurs, "we'll have a contest and see which gives out first -- your jaw muscles or my control." He gives Chris a fond scritch behind both ears, like he would to East, then says in a teasing voice, "But not today. Today I'm going to fuck you again, just so I can say I did. On your feet, then, and bend over the footboard, arse in the air for me."
He pulls off like he's giving up a favorite sucker, finally lifting his eyes to Liam's face before he stands. Chris knows he can give a "come fuck me" look and he knows he isn't pretending when he throws it to Liam before turning slowly and leaning over the end of the bed. There's a shiver on his skin as he presents himself.
That glorious arse is still red from where he'd already fucked it twice that morning and it's just begging for another go. Liam picks up the condom, rips it open and rolls it on, his eyes never leaving his lover's backside.
Finally he stands behind him and bends over, curling his body over Chris's and wraps his arms around him. He gives him a long hug and whispers, "My perfect boy," then stands up and pushes in as slowly as he can manage.
It hurts so perfectly that Chris gives a long low moan; Liam's arms around him and his words drop him into a safe dreamy place where he can just let go and let his lover do what he wants.
He can feel Chris's moan vibrating against his body as he finally bottoms out, balls-deep inside him. He takes a deep breath and stands there, feeling the tight pressure all around his cock. Chris's back is warm and smooth under his hands, and he rubs up and down, then slides them under to caress his chest, sifting his fingers through the light fur. He teases the lad's nipples with his fingertips, then pinches both at once.
Finally he pulls out, still going slowly, and slides back in.
"Oh, Liam." The words fall out of Chris' mouth with a moan and he catches the I love you that automatically comes to mind. He closes his eyes, fisting the dirty sheets, undulating under Liam.
Chris's wriggling sends a wave of pleasure zinging through Liam's body and he speeds up, thrusting harder. He's fucking him with his whole body, pushing with his calves and thighs, his chest sliding up and down Chris's back. His hands move away from where they'd been teasing his nipples, going one up and one down so he can pull his lover into his strokes with one hand curled around the bend of his hips and the other wrapped around his chest and clamped to his shoulder, pulling the squirming body down onto his cock while it thrusts hard up inside.
The moans turn into cries, then the cries get louder, reverberating through the room. Chris pants, pushing back and forward, unable to pick one sensation to focus on so he goes limp, taking everything Liam pushes at him with complete acceptance.
He starts to feel the orgasm as if it's a trickle, rapidly turning into a waterfall.
Liam's balls are tight up against his body, aching to let go, and his cock is about to burst with need. He slams hard into Chris's arse, over and over, feeling the impact every time he yanks his lover's body up against his own. Finally he can't hold out anymore and he arches back while his hips grind up into the sweet hole clamped down on his prick and he groans out a long, slow orgasm.
There's a split second of time when Chris does nothing but smile -- because he's done this to Liam, his body is receiving the violent pleasure and there's a surge of ego and love that just twist up in his heart.
I love you, he thinks, then the last throes Liam's orgasm tip Chris over the edge; he leans his head down and comes.
Liam waits out Chris's orgasm, then gathers him up in his arms and stretches him out on the bed. He discards the condom, then spoons up behind him and holds him close. He's got a wicked smile on his face, but of course the lad can't see that.
"You came without permission," he murmurs into his lover's ear. One hand slides down his torso and smears the mess on Chris's stomach. "I'll have to think of a way to help you remember not to do that again."
Chris' hazy, half-awake eyes shoot open as Liam's words sink in. He tenses up, turning as quickly as he can in Liam's arms.
"I'm sorry...I completely...I'm so sorry."
The stammering apology nearly melts him and he thinks about just overlooking it. But that's not how the game is played and Chris wouldn't be happy if the rules weren't real. Liam cuddles him close and rubs his back.
"It's all right, dear heart. You forgot. I'll take it as a compliment this time but we'll have to work on that. And I think I know something that'll help." He dots kisses all over Chris's face, his (admittedly messy) hands still rubbing soothing circles up and down. "Come on, shower first and then we'll get you some assistance."
Chris nods, still feeling bad though not as bad as he could he supposes. Jason used to dish out punishment with a healthy dose of shaming and disgust -- Liam is still holding him close, kissing him. He's not being chastised.
And he's curious as to what assistance Liam has planned.
With a last hug, Liam rolls out of bed, then tugs Chris up after him. "You go get the shower started," he says. "Nice and hot. I'll be there in a minute." He turns away and opens the magic drawer, hunting through its contents.
Chris takes a peek over his shoulder but he's not going to push his "nice Liam in the punishment department" luck. He ducks into the bathroom and starts the shower, laying fresh towels on the rack.
Liam'd found what he'd been looking for and had the necessary item laid out on top of the nightstand. By the time he entered the bathroom it's warm and steamy and Chris has everything ready.
"Good lad," he says with a quick hug, then guides him toward the stall. "Come on, let's go. I want you wet and squirmy."
"Interesting criteria for a punishment scenario," Chris mumbles as he ducks into the shower stall, sticking his head under the rush of water to wash away his thoughts and really a lot of sweat.
Liam chuckles and says, "That's for later. Now's just to get clean." He steps in behind Chris, closes the shower door and ducks under the spray until he's thoroughly soaked. "Fucking you is hard work, though, and I'm feeling lazy so I'm going to let you wash me."
"Poor man, poor me," Chris smiles, taking the washcloth off its little rack and pouring body wash on it. He feels a little better now -- old habits die hard though, he thinks as he begins to rub circles over the massive terrain that is Liam.
"Aye, I know it's difficult, but that's why you're the sub." Liam rests his forearms on Chris's shoulders and smiles down at him while he works. The lad's doing a thorough job and he can feel himself relaxing under his care.
"That word...can mean a lot of things," Chris says thoughtfully after a few minutes, the patter of the water hitting and falling off their body filling his ears. "Sub...submissive. Boy. Whatever." One shoulder lifts in a shrug. "What does it mean to you? I mean -- what do you want me to be like?"
"Humm. If I'd wanted to change you, anything really fundamental about you, we wouldn't be here. You know that, yeah?" Liam brushes a hand over Chris's wet heat, then tugs him forward and kisses him lightly. "What I want is your own sweet self letting me take care of you. You seem to like doing for me, so part of taking care of you is letting you take care of me sometimes.
"I've never been one for a lot of rules and formality for their own sake, but I imagine you want at least some of that just because that's part of what folks like about subbing, so we'll work that out as we go. But mainly what I enjoy is taking care of the people I care for, and to do that I have to be in charge." He shrugs and gives Chris a lopsided smile. "I'm not much in the usual line of doms, I know, but I'll do my best to make you happy."
"You make me happy already -- with what you do." Chris funnels the water over Liam, washing off the soap. "It's just nice being...the center of your attention," he mutters, ducking his head a little as the water begins to cool. "You talking about the garden, like you knew we were going to be together for a while. That's exactly what I need to be happy."
"Well, that I can give you," Liam says, arching into the stream of hot water. "I'm going to be here for a long time. I imagine you'll be the one leaving every now and again, going off to your filming or your talk shows or whatever. But I'll be here when you get back."
"I have to leave soon," he sighs. "A few months -- it sucks. I'm going to miss you...." He snickers as he reaches around to shut off the water. "Though we always have dirty chat...."
"You're leaving... in a few months or for a few months?" Liam asks, frowning slightly. "I'll admit I'm hoping for the former and not the latter."
Chris steps out of the shower, head down, reaching for the warmed towels.
"Both."
Liam cocks his head at that, then sighs and takes a towel. "Well, I'm glad you'll be here for a while but I'm going to miss you while you're gone. When are you leaving?"
"Mid-summer." Chris ties a towel around his waist then takes the one out of Liam's hand to dry him off, spending a long amount of time on places that don't require him to look his lover in the eye. "New York, Toronto, Vancouver...."
"Before or after your birthday?" Liam asks.
"After." Chris dries off Liam's shoulder, following his efforts with a kiss to the warm damp skin. "Why?"
"I was hoping to keep it a surprise, both for the fun of it and in case it didn't work out, but I was thinking we could go somewhere for our birthdays. Mine's just a few days before yours, you know? Someplace warm, with a beach, maybe one of the club resorts where we could wander about naked and snog in the sand if we were of a mind."
Liam wraps his arms around Chris's waist and lifts him up, towel and all, and carries him back to the bedroom. "Someplace where we could take a picnic out and stay as long as we liked, where I could tie you to a tree like a pirate...." He falls forward onto the bed, taking his lover with him and kissing him fiercely. "Cut your clothes off and tease you all day, and ravish your body whenever I was of a mind to." He moves down and sucks hard on one nipple. "Do you think you'd like that kind of a birthday gift?"
"You had me at someplace warm, alone...." Chris laughs, his voice breaking with a lusty breath as Liam's teeth take away his ability to speak clearly. "I'd love that," he murmurs, angling himself for a kiss on the lips.
Liam scoots back up and obliges him with a long, thorough kiss. "Well, good then," he says, when they both finally come up for air. "I'll look into it and we'll do it. Get away from all this, just the two of us, and laze about for a while being all decadent."
Chris smiles slyly. "Like this weekend?"
"Well, yeah, like this weekend. I was thinking more sun and palm trees than we've got right here but we can consider this a practice run." Liam kisses the tip of Chris's nose and adds, "And speaking of practicing..." then reaches over to the nightstand and picks up a ragged strand of cord about a foot long.
"I didn't think to bring much with me when I came, I just grabbed the bag with your presents and the notes and such for your garden and dashed right over as soon as Jack and Christian left, so I had to improvise. I snipped a bit off one of the ropes in the drawer and stripped out one of the strands. It's soft and strong and should do nicely."
Shifting gears isn't Chris' greatest talent; for a moment he just squints and gets a confused look on his face.
"We're going to practice making knots?" he asked.
Liam chuckles and kisses him again, on the chin this time, then scoots down the bed a ways. "No, you're going to practice controlling yourself and I'm going to help you." He rubs a hand over Chris's cock for a moment, then urges his thighs apart. "I've improvised cockrings before. And I'm sure between me and your Jessie, once she gets back, you'll get plenty of practice." He leans down and gives his lover's prick a swipe with his tongue. "And if we do this right, when you finally do come there'll be hole in the ceiling right up there, clear through to the attic. We'll have to make sure Jessie doesn't find it or we'll never have a private moment in here ever again, if I read the lass aright."
"You and Jessie?" Chris starts to sweat profusely. "Hole in the ceiling?" It sounds like the fourth level of hell in Dante's Inferno. "Wuh?" That's as articulate as he's going to get as Liam bends over his cock, looking sexy and wicked and wielding a piece of rope.
This time Liam laughs out loud. "Has anyone ever told you that you're absolutely adorable when you're becroggled?" he asks. "Because you are. Completely. Now, lay back, knees up, there's my boy." He loops the soft cord around Chris's balls and shaft and ties a secure knot, just tight enough, right behind his sack. He's worn this himself a time or two and knows that if one squirms just right while sitting, the knot puts wicked pressure on the perineum. He smiles to himself, sure the lad'll figure it out soon enough.
"There you go. Now, let's get dressed and go take a last look around the garden and make sure we haven't missed anything. Since we have some plans, we should go shopping. There are a couple of garden supply centers I know that should have most of what we need. If we get it all assembled today, we can put in a good day's work tomorrow."
Chris moves gingerly, like Liam just strapped a hydrogen bomb to his balls. It doesn't seem too bad, he just needs to watch how he moves because he figures this thing to be tricksy.
"We're going out?" he gulps, walking to his dresser and realizing his gait is anything but natural. People are going to think he's trying to steal a rake as he walks out of the store. "Out? Where the people are?"
Liam watches him moving for a few moments, then cocks his head. "Well, perhaps. And not right away. We need to clean up the kitchen first and go scout out the garden, make sure the plans match the actuality, then we'll see. You'll likely be more used to it when you've been walking around for a bit. It's odd, I know, but it's not so horrible as all that."
He reaches for his trousers and pulls them on, then ruffles Chris's hair as he walks past him to fetch his jumper out of the corner. "Come on, move around," he says, his voice muffled through the knit until his head pops out the top.
"No one's ever accidentally castrated themselves this way, have they?" he asks cautiously, putting a loose pair of khakis on and holding his breath as he zips and buttons them up.
"Well, I never did," Liam says while hunting for his second sock. "You'll get used to it, I promise. You won't forget it's there but eventually you'll be able to, hmmm, take most of your attention away from if when you need to. Occasionally."
Next Chris puts a tee shirt, pausing in mid-stretch to make sure his penis doesn't come off and slide down the leg of his pants. Safely assured it's still attached, Chris finishes putting his shirt on, eyeing Liam warily.
"So after the gardening and the shopping, you're going to tease me stupid and this thing'll make sure I don't come. Right?"
Liam slips into his shoes and says, "I won't tease you too much. Just enough. It is possible to come through a cockring but it hurts quite a lot. Some people like that kind of hurt but we won't go there. The point of all this, aside from how wonderful it feels when you do finally get to come, is to give you some help controlling yourself. When you don't have permission to come, wearing a cockring makes it easier, gives you one less thing to worry about."
It all sounds so logical the way Liam explains it, so many miles away from punishment and shame and fear that Chris is slow to accept the truth into his bones. Into his way of thinking....
But Liam would never hurt him. He knows that. His bones do too.
"Makes sense," he says softly. "Thank you."
"You're very welcome, dear heart." Chris still looks a bit iffy and Liam's not sure why, but his all-purpose, first-response cure for that sort of thing is a hug so he moves over to where Chris is standing and takes him in his arms. "It'll be fine and we'll have fun. And if it ever gets to be too much just say so and we'll get it off, all right?"
"I trust you." Chris folds himself into the embrace, soaking it up as he looks up with a smile. "I'm sure I'm just being paranoid...but you know. I like my dick and I'm pretty sure you like it too -- so you wouldn't do anything to hurt it permanently," he teases, the smile starting to become full wattage.
That had Liam laughing out loud. "Aye, I do indeed like your dick right where it is. We won't let anything bad happen to it."
