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numb3rsflashficTitle: Relax
Author: ALF
Pairing: Don/OMC
Word Count: 1319
Rating: NC17
Category: Slash
Spoilers: Minor for Sniper Zero and Guns & Roses.
A/N: Yes, another response to the challenge. No, no relation to the previous story. This was inspired by the pizza scene between Charlie and Alan at the end of Guns & Roses, when they discuss Don turning off his cell phone and disappearing. This is my idea of where he goes... And when I thought of the title, I had the Frankie Goes to Hollywood song of the same name in my head.
ETA I completely missed off the kink warnings on this. Sorry, sorry, sorry! Contains spanking and bondage. Mea culpa!
Don walked in the front door of the club, instantly relaxing at the calm atmosphere of luxury and elegance inside. Bruno, the 6ft 8 ex-pro footballer greeted him as always, and Suki, the diminutive Japanese man who was always on the desk when Don arrived, waved to him. Don smiled and walked over to say "hi".
"Honey child, you look in serious need of some relaxation," Suki immediately told him.
Don couldn't help smiling. Suki barely topped five feet and looked like a hard wind would snap him in two, but he always called Don by the same nickname, which he'd given Don on their first meeting. "That any way to greet an honored guest?" he asked with a laugh.
Suki laughed with him and tapped at his laptop. "What you looking for tonight?" he asked.
"Is Victor available?" Don asked.
Suki shook his head and looked mournful. "Booked for the night, sweetheart," he told Don sadly. Looking down at the computer again, he tapped some more. "How about Peter?" he finally suggested, looking back up at Don, who looked doubtful. "Now come on, sugar, don't give me that look," Suki admonished. "You know you had a good time the last time you saw him."
"What about Ryan?" Don countered, feeling himself begin to tense up again.
Suki checked the ubiquitous laptop again. "Yeah, he's free," he finally answered.
"Ryan it is, then," Don said firmly.
Suki picked up his desk phone and pressed an extension, murmured discreetly, then hung up. "He'll be waiting for you in the Blue Room," Suki told Don. "You know that one, right?"
Don nodded agreement that he knew the way to the Blue Room. Holding out his credit card, he waited for Suki to swipe it, and then signed the chit for him. Giving Bruno a brief wave, Don headed up the stairs, preferring to walk up than take the elevator. It gave him extra time to relax and get into the right mind set for the encounter to come.
The Blue Room was two floors up, at the end of a long, sweeping corridor. As always, there was no sign of other occupants, no sounds either. The soundproofing was phenomenal, a fact that Don was always glad of after, when he remembered the noises he made.
Once he reached the Blue Room, Don didn't bother knocking, just opened the door and stepped inside. The room was indeed decorated blue, as its name suggested, a mix of dark navy and paler accents. Don liked it and found himself relaxing again. After a few seconds, the door in the far wall opened, and Ryan walked in.
"Good to see you again," he said, crossing to where Don waited just inside the door. Don smiled back, not having been given permission to speak and Ryan nodded his approval. When he reached Don, Ryan slipped his jacket from his shoulders and hung it on the back of the door. Don took that as a signal to step out of his shoes, kicking them to the side, and then stood waiting again.
"Strip," Ryan commanded matter of factly and Don immediately began to undress, folding his clothes neatly and putting them on a chair. Once he was naked, he turned to look for Ryan, who was on the other side of the room, selecting things from a closet.
Don had been here enough times now, since Edgerton had first introduced him to this club after the sniper case, that all the men he visited knew his preferences. This included his behavior patterns, his sexual preferences and his responses to the punishment they offered him, as well as which toys he liked best.
Ryan closed the closet, and then turned to Don, who was patiently waiting for the next step. "Come here," he ordered and Don crossed the room to him, gracefully kneeling and bowing his head, as he waited for further instructions.
Ryan ran his hand through Don's hair. "Good," he praised and Don felt a small glow at the word, sliding further into the necessary headspace for this to work. Ryan gently lifted Don to his feet, and then caressed his half-hard cock, coaxing it to full hardness, before fastening a cock ring around it. Then he guided Don to a corner of the room, where a St Andrews cross was fastened to the floor.
Ryan positioned Don's limbs to his satisfaction, which he then secured with padded restraints at Don's wrists and ankles. Reaching between Don and the cross, he positioned Don's cock through a small hole cut into it for that purpose. Don's chin rested at the top of the cross and a leather strap held his head in place. A final strap was fastened across his lower back. Don was completely immobile, and at the other man's mercy.
Don heard Ryan step away, and then return, the heat of his body radiating warmth along Don's back as a hand briefly stroked his ass. Then the heat moved away and a second later, Don heard the rush of air and then felt the sting of the paddle hitting his ass.
The paddling was long and hard, exactly what Don needed. It took time, longer than usual, but eventually, he was screaming and then sobbing, shaking in his bonds as he released the pent-up emotions caused by the investigation into Nikki's death.
Don was barely aware of Ryan releasing his bonds, and then gently carrying him to the bed, where he lay face down amongst cool sheets and pillows, exhausted and almost asleep. A warm hand gripped his still-hard cock and Don moaned and writhed a little.
"Shh, just checking," Ryan whispered in his ear and Don relaxed again, falling all the way asleep.
~~~
When Don awoke, an indeterminate period of time later, it was to the feel of something cool on his ass. He realized that it was Ryan, rubbing in cream, and he whimpered a little at the feeling. Ryan instantly stopped what he was doing and ran a hand down Don's back, soothing him, and Don relaxed again.
Ryan finished rubbing in the cream, then parted Don's legs. Don sighed and relaxed further into the mattress, still tired from his emotional release, but happy to let Ryan move onto the next stage. Cool fingers were again at his ass, this time rubbing against his entrance and Don moaned a little in pleasurable anticipation. Then the fingers were inside, stretching him and Don spread his legs further, eager for the fingers to be replaced. He heard Ryan's throaty chuckle of appreciation, before the fingers were replaced. The only thing that kept Don quiet was the knowledge of what was coming next.
Ryan's hard, thick cock, slid inside him, making Don gasp with approval as it stretched his ass further, filling him in a way nothing else could. The fucking was hard and fast, Ryan's cock pounding him relentlessly, making Don moan and whimper at the sensations. His own neglected cock throbbed demandingly, but Don didn't reach for it. That was part of the rules.
At last, Don felt Ryan get close to the edge, his thrusts becoming more erratic, then stopping as Ryan stilled deep inside him and grunted as he released his come. Don lay quiescent, knowing his relief was near. Once Ryan pulled out and disposed of the condom, he rolled Don onto his side, and released the cock ring. Don sighed in relief, and then moaned as Ryan's knowing hand gripped him. It only took a few strokes, before Don was coming hard, spurting over Ryan's hand, onto a towel placed ready.
Spent and exhausted again, Don endured Ryan's clean-up and check of his ass, once more barely awake. When he was satisfied, Ryan patted Don's hip and left the bed.
"You have a few hours till morning," he told Don, "sleep well."
Don's only reply was a snore.
Author: ALF
Pairing: Don/OMC
Word Count: 1319
Rating: NC17
Category: Slash
Spoilers: Minor for Sniper Zero and Guns & Roses.
A/N: Yes, another response to the challenge. No, no relation to the previous story. This was inspired by the pizza scene between Charlie and Alan at the end of Guns & Roses, when they discuss Don turning off his cell phone and disappearing. This is my idea of where he goes... And when I thought of the title, I had the Frankie Goes to Hollywood song of the same name in my head.
ETA I completely missed off the kink warnings on this. Sorry, sorry, sorry! Contains spanking and bondage. Mea culpa!
Don walked in the front door of the club, instantly relaxing at the calm atmosphere of luxury and elegance inside. Bruno, the 6ft 8 ex-pro footballer greeted him as always, and Suki, the diminutive Japanese man who was always on the desk when Don arrived, waved to him. Don smiled and walked over to say "hi".
"Honey child, you look in serious need of some relaxation," Suki immediately told him.
Don couldn't help smiling. Suki barely topped five feet and looked like a hard wind would snap him in two, but he always called Don by the same nickname, which he'd given Don on their first meeting. "That any way to greet an honored guest?" he asked with a laugh.
Suki laughed with him and tapped at his laptop. "What you looking for tonight?" he asked.
"Is Victor available?" Don asked.
Suki shook his head and looked mournful. "Booked for the night, sweetheart," he told Don sadly. Looking down at the computer again, he tapped some more. "How about Peter?" he finally suggested, looking back up at Don, who looked doubtful. "Now come on, sugar, don't give me that look," Suki admonished. "You know you had a good time the last time you saw him."
"What about Ryan?" Don countered, feeling himself begin to tense up again.
Suki checked the ubiquitous laptop again. "Yeah, he's free," he finally answered.
"Ryan it is, then," Don said firmly.
Suki picked up his desk phone and pressed an extension, murmured discreetly, then hung up. "He'll be waiting for you in the Blue Room," Suki told Don. "You know that one, right?"
Don nodded agreement that he knew the way to the Blue Room. Holding out his credit card, he waited for Suki to swipe it, and then signed the chit for him. Giving Bruno a brief wave, Don headed up the stairs, preferring to walk up than take the elevator. It gave him extra time to relax and get into the right mind set for the encounter to come.
The Blue Room was two floors up, at the end of a long, sweeping corridor. As always, there was no sign of other occupants, no sounds either. The soundproofing was phenomenal, a fact that Don was always glad of after, when he remembered the noises he made.
Once he reached the Blue Room, Don didn't bother knocking, just opened the door and stepped inside. The room was indeed decorated blue, as its name suggested, a mix of dark navy and paler accents. Don liked it and found himself relaxing again. After a few seconds, the door in the far wall opened, and Ryan walked in.
"Good to see you again," he said, crossing to where Don waited just inside the door. Don smiled back, not having been given permission to speak and Ryan nodded his approval. When he reached Don, Ryan slipped his jacket from his shoulders and hung it on the back of the door. Don took that as a signal to step out of his shoes, kicking them to the side, and then stood waiting again.
"Strip," Ryan commanded matter of factly and Don immediately began to undress, folding his clothes neatly and putting them on a chair. Once he was naked, he turned to look for Ryan, who was on the other side of the room, selecting things from a closet.
Don had been here enough times now, since Edgerton had first introduced him to this club after the sniper case, that all the men he visited knew his preferences. This included his behavior patterns, his sexual preferences and his responses to the punishment they offered him, as well as which toys he liked best.
Ryan closed the closet, and then turned to Don, who was patiently waiting for the next step. "Come here," he ordered and Don crossed the room to him, gracefully kneeling and bowing his head, as he waited for further instructions.
Ryan ran his hand through Don's hair. "Good," he praised and Don felt a small glow at the word, sliding further into the necessary headspace for this to work. Ryan gently lifted Don to his feet, and then caressed his half-hard cock, coaxing it to full hardness, before fastening a cock ring around it. Then he guided Don to a corner of the room, where a St Andrews cross was fastened to the floor.
Ryan positioned Don's limbs to his satisfaction, which he then secured with padded restraints at Don's wrists and ankles. Reaching between Don and the cross, he positioned Don's cock through a small hole cut into it for that purpose. Don's chin rested at the top of the cross and a leather strap held his head in place. A final strap was fastened across his lower back. Don was completely immobile, and at the other man's mercy.
Don heard Ryan step away, and then return, the heat of his body radiating warmth along Don's back as a hand briefly stroked his ass. Then the heat moved away and a second later, Don heard the rush of air and then felt the sting of the paddle hitting his ass.
The paddling was long and hard, exactly what Don needed. It took time, longer than usual, but eventually, he was screaming and then sobbing, shaking in his bonds as he released the pent-up emotions caused by the investigation into Nikki's death.
Don was barely aware of Ryan releasing his bonds, and then gently carrying him to the bed, where he lay face down amongst cool sheets and pillows, exhausted and almost asleep. A warm hand gripped his still-hard cock and Don moaned and writhed a little.
"Shh, just checking," Ryan whispered in his ear and Don relaxed again, falling all the way asleep.
~~~
When Don awoke, an indeterminate period of time later, it was to the feel of something cool on his ass. He realized that it was Ryan, rubbing in cream, and he whimpered a little at the feeling. Ryan instantly stopped what he was doing and ran a hand down Don's back, soothing him, and Don relaxed again.
Ryan finished rubbing in the cream, then parted Don's legs. Don sighed and relaxed further into the mattress, still tired from his emotional release, but happy to let Ryan move onto the next stage. Cool fingers were again at his ass, this time rubbing against his entrance and Don moaned a little in pleasurable anticipation. Then the fingers were inside, stretching him and Don spread his legs further, eager for the fingers to be replaced. He heard Ryan's throaty chuckle of appreciation, before the fingers were replaced. The only thing that kept Don quiet was the knowledge of what was coming next.
Ryan's hard, thick cock, slid inside him, making Don gasp with approval as it stretched his ass further, filling him in a way nothing else could. The fucking was hard and fast, Ryan's cock pounding him relentlessly, making Don moan and whimper at the sensations. His own neglected cock throbbed demandingly, but Don didn't reach for it. That was part of the rules.
At last, Don felt Ryan get close to the edge, his thrusts becoming more erratic, then stopping as Ryan stilled deep inside him and grunted as he released his come. Don lay quiescent, knowing his relief was near. Once Ryan pulled out and disposed of the condom, he rolled Don onto his side, and released the cock ring. Don sighed in relief, and then moaned as Ryan's knowing hand gripped him. It only took a few strokes, before Don was coming hard, spurting over Ryan's hand, onto a towel placed ready.
Spent and exhausted again, Don endured Ryan's clean-up and check of his ass, once more barely awake. When he was satisfied, Ryan patted Don's hip and left the bed.
"You have a few hours till morning," he told Don, "sleep well."
Don's only reply was a snore.
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Date: 2007-04-16 06:23 pm (UTC)As for Peter, no idea! That was just random...
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