Thy Burdens are Greater than Mine for the fs_exchange community!
Author: hangthemj
Title: Thy Burdens are Greater than Mine
Recipient: the fs_exchange community
Skaters/Pairings: Johnny Weir/Evan Lysacek
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 4030
Warnings: Toys, spanking, D/s themes, some angst.
Disclaimer: The events portrayed in this story are fictional and do not reflect on the actual people written about.
Summary: He wonders, if he had a tail, would it be wagging right now?
Los Angeles is roasting this time of year, baked and blanched in the sun. Evan feels like all he’s done all day is sweat and smile for paparazzi who wanted to see how an Olympic gold medalist picks up dry cleaning, buys basic groceries, pumps gas.
Sometimes when Evan gets home, he feels like he ought to knock on the door, even if it’s halfway his. The slip of his own key sometimes feels like the boldest part of his day. He shuffles his bags so that he can have a free hand to unlock the door before gracelessly stumbling in to deposit the groceries onto the kitchen counter, and hanging the newly cleaned clothes on the front of the closet, just the way Johnny likes.
He sits on the floor, right out in the middle of the room, with his knees tucked underneath him and his head bowed, waiting.
The air conditioning must be on the fritz, because Evan can feel sweat prickling his skin even as he merely sits. Maybe it’s the weather; maybe it’s the slight twinge of anxiety-excitement for what’s to come - he can hardly tell these days. Johnny must secretly love the waiting game, the thought of Evan sitting at home and just anticipating, mentally poring over the organization of his choreography in his mind so that all this dormancy isn’t in vain.
Evan never counts the ticks of the clock, instead forcing himself to imagine perfect toe loops and graceful arm movements. One hundred and ten percent, even when he’s waiting here in the middle of the apartment floor like one of Johnny’s multitude of collected knick-knacks, picking up dust and taking up space.
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The sun is setting when Evan hears the jangle of keys on the other side of the door, and his body is painted with broad stripes of orange that seep in through the blinds. He can feel his heart rise to his throat and a bead of sweat dribble down into the neck of his shirt.
Johnny strides in when the door opens, arms full of bags of his favorite labels. Evan sits up straighter, trying to keep any flicker of fondness off of his face. He wonders, if he had a tail, would it be wagging right now? Johnny doesn’t speak, moving to the sofa to lay out his purchases, neatly as though he were selling them at a bazaar instead of simply admiring his own good taste.
After a few minutes of this, he stands, moving to brush Evan’s bangs off of his forehead so that he can gently kiss the exposed spot. “How long have you been kneeling this time?” he asks casually, arranging and rearranging Evan’s hair.
Evan licks his lips. “I-I don’t know,” he says. His answer is always the same, but at least he’s honest. Johnny smiles a little.
“Very obedient,” he notes, sounding pleased. He stands up straight and paces a few steps in front of Evan. “I see you got my cleaning for me.”
“Yes.”
Johnny clicks his tongue softly. “How sweet,” he murmurs, not sounding exactly touched. “You were a good boy today, I take it?” Evan bobs his head enthusiastically as Johnny cards his fingers through Evan’s hair. “Good. That’s what I like to hear.”
Just these few caresses shouldn’t make Evan begin to harden in his jeans, but he’s never been too good at helping it. There’s just something so…right about being here under Johnny’s predatory gaze.
“Did you have a nice day off today? You practiced so hard yesterday.” Evan nods, remembering just how sore he has been all day. His knees and thighs ache and kneeling here for Johnny isn’t exactly helping him ease his pains. Johnny nods to himself, satisfied, before hooking his hands under Evan’s arms and hauling him hastily to his feet. He hungrily catches Evan’s mouth, nipping his lower lip when Evan’s finally steady on his feet.
His hands are heavy at his sides when he’s pulled roughly against Johnny, knowing that he’s not allowed to touch unless he’s been asked. Johnny’s tongue pushes into his mouth, seeking out the deepest, most hidden nooks and crannies. He is practically growling against Evan’s lips and tongue, and his hands are tightly clenched in Evan’s shirt. “I ought to reward you,” he murmurs against Evan’s mouth, grinding their hips together. “But I like it too much when you do things for me.”
And Johnny’s dragging him by the sleeve of his shirt over to the sofa. He sits down amid his purchases, sprawling out with legs apart, the crown jewel of his haul of fineries. “Undo my pants and get to work,” he says simply, lying back against the cushions of the garish couch he’d insisted was up to their standard of luxury. Johnny looks like a king, waiting for service from one of his inferiors. Evan gets back down to his knees.
He slides his fingers teasingly up Johnny’s legs to the front of his pants. Johnny is already half-hard and Evan feels a bit thrilled to find this, like maybe he’s not the only one sick enough to need this like some kind of illicit drug. His fingers are sweating, their tips slippery with sweat as they reach Johnny’s zipper. He undoes the fly of Johnny’s tight jeans, and Johnny’s arching gracefully upward to help Evan get them off.
With a shy smile, Evan rubs Johnny gently through his briefs, making Johnny sigh quietly. Evan feels out the shape of Johnny’s dick as it hardens under his palm, and then lets his fingers creep upward to the waistband of his underwear.
“Take them off,” Johnny grits, eyes blazing. “Such a fucking tease.” And Evan does then, because it’s what Johnny wants. When he’s completely bared, Johnny smiles.
Evan doesn’t have to ask what to do now, starting with open-mouthed, teasing kisses up Johnny’s shaft. Johnny sighs, happy with the joy of a fulfilled command. Gently, Evan grazes his teeth across the sensitive head of Johnny’s dick, making him hiss and yank Evan’s hair.
“No teeth, Lysacek,” he snaps, and Evan winces as his scalp shouts in pain. Evan nods as best as he can with a cock in his mouth and simply takes Johnny into his mouth, sucking hard and lapping with the flat of his tongue. This is what he gets for trying to experiment. Evan sucks harder now, almost too hard, and he worries that Johnny’s going to pull on his hair again for the simplest lapse in judgment. He swirls his tongue around the head, tasting the sharpness of Johnny’s precome with satisfaction.
“Good,” Johnny says softly, but he’s still pushing Evan away from him. “That’s good, but I want more.”
“I want more too,” Evan whispers, his mouth dry.
Johnny pulls an exasperated face, eyes rolling skyward. “Shut up, Evan.” And Evan shifts helplessly on his knees, trying to get comfortable, maybe shake some of this soreness from yesterday’s endless hours of practice out of the tired marrow of his bones. Evan knows that Johnny hates it when he speaks out of turn, really hates it, but he can’t help but do it. There’s something about the way contempt twists Johnny’s face that makes Evan’s belly burn, and he knows that somewhere deep down, Johnny loves the excuse to snipe at him too.
It hadn’t always been like this, not when their only contact was slammed up against lockers on equal footing. But like they always say, relationships complicate everything. Frank had no qualms about “the situation” as long as Evan kept producing, but Galina had been livid, barking at Johnny in long strings of Russian that made Evan’s eyes glaze over in a lack of understanding.
They are not like other couples. Both Johnny and Evan prefer it this way.
“I want to fuck you,” Johnny states baldly, and Evan knows he’s throbbing hard in his sweatpants. “Take your shirt off.” And Evan does, regretting the heat of the apartment because his body is slick with sweat and maybe Johnny’s obsession with cleanliness will flare up and he’ll haul him by the wrist to the shower so he can scrub the salt from his skin. It wouldn’t be the first time.
Instead, Johnny nods, appraising every finely made bone and muscle. “Good.” It’s almost scary how much one word can send a hot surge through Evan, make him shiver like the apartment doesn’t feel like an oven. His jeans are slung low on his hips, and he knows that Johnny’s eyes are following the path of the lightning bolt downward, imagining what lies beneath. “Lie down on the floor.”
This is new, Evan notes, because Johnny likes to confine them to either the bed or the shower. Never, of course, right in the middle of this pristine field of hardwood. He complies, though, belly pressed against the carpet. He can feel a bead of sweat in the middle of his back, with more coming to join it with each passing moment. Johnny slides one possessive hand down to the small of Evan’s back, all nails and grip, and Evan jolts and whimpers the slightest bit into the carpet fibers.
“My pretty little toy,” Johnny coos, scoring his nails back up Evan’s back, and Evan feels about six inches tall. His erection is smothered and hot - and so heavy, too - between the press of his own weight and the carpet underneath him. Evan whimpers as he imagines tiny beads of blood bubbling up in the small of his back. “Let’s see what we’ve got for you.”
And Johnny’s beaming at his pet, the scratching at a halt. Evan’s glad for it; he’s never really wanted to tell Johnny that he hasn’t quite warmed up to the pain aspect of all of this. Even so, the way that predatory glimmer in Johnny’s eyes seems to wash over him makes him swell with humiliation, if such a thing can happen. He feels most beautiful when Johnny tells him he’s worthless.
“Are you ready?” he purrs smoothly. “Are you ready for me?”
“Yes, sir,” Evan replies as he lowers his eyes instinctively to the floor.
“Sir. I like the way that sounds in your mouth,” Johnny says smoothly, dropping Evan’s hand and stepping away. “Give me your belt, Evan.” He shudders under Johnny’s appraising gaze. He musters up as calm a smile as he can and then undoes the belt, sliding it out of its loops. He folds the belt in half, the buckle still dangling from one end, and he hands it to Johnny. His face reddens as he undoes the button on his corduroys and slides the zipper down, sliding out of his pants and underwear. He wishes he could fuck Johnny, get what he wants, with all of his clothes on.
And now he stands, exposed and waiting in his entire pale, flushed glory. He’s humiliated.
“Beautiful,” Johnny murmurs gently, taking a single step forward. “Now, get on your knees and put your elbows on the floor.” Taking a shaky breath, Evan gets down and assumes the position. He’s embarrassed, certainly, but he can feel the beginnings of a hot burn against his leg. “Beautiful,” he repeats, tracing a few fingers down the curve of Evan’s behind. “Close your eyes.”
Evan complies immediately. “Yes, sir,” he whispers. He takes a deep breath and he can hear Johnny moving behind him, breathing, rustling. His hands tremble, but he tries his hardest to remain still.
But suddenly, the relative silence is interrupted by the soft whizzing and eventual crack of the belt as it flies through the air and strikes against Evan’s bottom, taking him by surprise and making him cry out. Heat spreads across his backside, and he whimpers and arches a little against the floor, wondering if he’s bleeding yet. “All right?” Johnny asks calmly, waiting for him to recover.
Helplessly, Evan groans and nods. “Yes…please,” he whispers, not wanting to sit around and talk about it.
“Do you trust me?” Johnny asks carefully. Evan nods, eyes watering as Johnny runs his hands over the reddened skin, feeling the raised welt that he finds there. “Can I put something inside of you that’ll feel really good?”
“If-if you want to, sir,” Evan whimpers softly.
Softly kissing up and around the shell of Evan’s ear, Johnny smiles and nips with patient, practiced teeth. “I won’t hurt you. I know how to make you feel good. I know what you need, my little pet.” He slides his hand down and underneath Evan’s body, rubbing his cock gently. “I’ll show you what it is. Turn your head.” When he complies, Johnny is holding a lengthy, thick plug, smiling encouragingly. “I won’t hurt you,” he whispers tenderly, still rubbing.
“Please, sir,” Evan whispers hoarsely. “Use me.”
It sends a good shiver up Johnny’s spine, and he smiles, kissing the small of Evan’s back wetly as he begins slicking up the plug. “Do you need me to get you ready?”
“I-I might,” Evan whispers softly. “I…just to be safe.” Immediately, Johnny sets the plug aside and circles the rim of Evan’s hole. He squirms a little and moans softly, trying to relax, not lose himself too quickly. Johnny adds more lube and pushes in with two fingers. He gasps, sighing softly, letting Johnny’s fingers work him open.
After a few minutes of this, when he’s whimpering and keening in his throat, Johnny slides his fingers out. “Okay. Here we go.” And the plug begins to push in. It’s thicker than Johnny is by quite a bit, longer as well, and Evan cries out loudly as it slides halfway home. “Did I hurt you?”
“N-no,” Evan stammers. “It’s…it’s just b-big inside of me,” he whispers. Johnny smiles and strokes where Evan is being stretched with one long finger. “Ohh,” he exhales weakly, shoulders sagging forward. “Will-are you going to hit me some more?” The question surprises Johnny just as much as it surprises Evan himself.
“Do you want me to?” he asks cautiously. Evan nods immediately. “Close your eyes again,” Johnny urges then. His hand rushes through the air, slapping Evan hard on the ass, jarring the plug slightly deeper into him, making him squeal as it brushes against his insides.
“Oh!” he gasps as the hand collides with his soft, tender skin again. He pants for breath, lurching against the floor and practically sobbing in arousal. “Yes,” he whispers breathlessly, feeling Johnny’s fingers softly card through his hair.
Kissing the small of Evan’s back again, Johnny smiles. “You’re so hot for it. My good boy.” He takes ahold of the end of the plug, twisting it and pushing it deeper, making Evan give a sharp howl, trying in vain to rub his erection against floor. “Good. You can take it.” Lightly massaging Evan’s ass, Johnny ignores the plug for a moment. “I want you to touch yourself, but don’t come until I tell you. We’ve got a long ways to go. And just to be safe,” Johnny whispers against his ear, he fastens a small silver ring around the base of Evan’s cock.
Evan can’t help but make a soft noise of frustration. Johnny hasn’t used his toys on Evan in the course of their relationship, but he knows his way around them with the finesse of an old professional. “Oh, god,” he whimpers needily. If he hadn’t been hard and wanting before, then he is now.
“Come lie on your back,” Johnny whispers, helping Evan to his feet. Evan moans, feeling the plug shift uncomfortably inside him as he stands. Johnny helps him lie on his back, hips up and over a stack of sofa pillows. Folding a towel, he slides it underneath Evan’s hips for comfort. “Good. Beautiful.” He strokes the inside of Evan’s thighs and slightly coats Evan’s fingers and palm with lube. “Stroke yourself. Slowly.”
Evan cries out desperately as his slick hand meets his cock. “Oh, god!” he repeats.
As Evan’s strokes start as leisurely as he can manage, Johnny takes the toy and pulls it out before pushing more back in. Evan gasps, biting his lips and angling his hips up so Johnny can gain better access. “Beautiful little slut,” Johnny whispers as his lover arches off the bed, trying to hold back shaky gasps and perhaps even screams.
Electricity jolts down his body to his toes, and back up his back, hair standing on end. “Please, please,” he whispers, tightening his grip almost painfully on the hard part between his legs. “I want - I want it, please,” he begs softly, and Johnny jams another inch in, making him bite off a sharp scream. He is painfully hard, almost to bursting, but he knows Johnny will not let him come.
“Mmm,” Johnny whispers, tying a silk scarf around Evan’s eyes. Evan looks panicked, but Johnny lovingly caresses one cheek. “It’s going to be all right.” He doubles the belt up and strikes hard on Evan’s raised behind, this time making blood trickle up to the break in the surface of his flesh. But there’s no rest, and he strikes two more times in quick succession, making Evan sob loudly in the joy of a fulfilled wish. Tears of pain and pleasure seep from his eyes and are caught in the silk.
Crying out, Evan lifts his hips higher. Johnny runs his fingers carefully through the thin lines of blood where the teeth of the belt buckle have bitten into his flesh, licking it gently away from his digits. He takes ahold of the toy, pushing it deeper and deeper still into Evan, whose toes curl where they sit on the floorboards. Patiently, Johnny pulls out and shoves hard back in, carefully and methodically fucking and impaling the thin, pale boy as he squirms, moaning at the top of his lungs.
His cock is neglected, angry and red and resting on his belly. “You’re not touching yourself,” Johnny reminds him, leaning down and tenderly dragging his tongue over the head of Evan’s cock, tracing the precum around the tip. In desperation to please Johnny, he grasps his erection and milks it, stroking, practically wringing. His skin is hot, and he arches against the phantom hands pinning his hips down for the moment.
Johnny continues his rough pace, thrusting the firm plastic deep and hard into Evan’s waiting hole. “Please! Please,” Evan cries out needily. “Let me…take the ring off!”
“So you want to come, do you?”
“Yes!”
“Why?” Johnny can’t see Evan’s eyes, but he can sense the appalled, questioning look. Maybe due to the gape of Evan’s mouth or the tremble that races through his shoulders. “Tell me why.” He gives a particularly deep push.
Evan’s mouth falls open. “Please,” he whispers softly, letting the fire wash over him. “I’m-I’m going to burst. Let me show you how-how grateful I am,” he stammers as Johnny parts his legs, pushing the toy hard against his prostate. “Oh my god, oh my god,” he repeats over and over, floods of tremors washing over him. “Please. Please, I’m begging you, sir, let me please you with my come. Let me show you!”
“I’m going to take the ring off,” Johnny begins slowly, seductively. “I don’t want you to stroke yourself until I say to. But I want you to get up on your knees and ride what’s inside of you like you would if it were mine. Can you do that?”
Faithfully, Evan nods. “Yes, yes!” he whispers softly.
“You still don’t come until I tell you to. I want to see you fuck yourself on that.” Greedily, Evan nods, hands shaking as Johnny reaches for the ring. His knuckles graze against Evan’s balls, making him whimper and try to rub against the innocently unfastening fingers. Johnny smiles and unclips the ring, making Evan sigh in relief as Johnny pulls the blindfold off as well.
“Thank you, sir,” Evan whispers, his voice breaking as he looks up at Johnny from between his knees.
Johnny gives him a chaste smile. “Get to your knees,” he prompts simply, and Evan awkwardly scrambles to the best of his ability. He tosses the Evan the tube of lubricant, and Evan pulls it out, sighing softly. He empties the last half of the small bottle, smearing the length of the toy with it. His hands shake as he gets to his knees, positioning it beneath himself, eyes meeting Johnny’s.
As he lowers himself, it’s as though both of their breaths catch in their throats. Evan’s face twists and he whimpers as he lowers his hips as far as he can make himself, feeling the uncomfortable burn as he’s stretched to fit. “Ohhhh,” he gasps, feeling his cock brush against his stomach as his insides are breached. “Ohh, I wish it were you,” he mumbles, trying desperately not to fist his cock.
Sliding it back out, he then pushes back in slowly, moaning louder this time as it brushes against his most secret place inside. “Please,” he groans timidly. “Please.” Mustering more boldness than it should take, he traces one erect nipple with his fingertip, crying out as he brings his ass down to meet the pillows, driving the toy in fully. “Oh, god, oh, god,” he whispers pleadingly.
Johnny is sprawled across the room amid his purchase, legs spread as he brings himself off. “That’s it,” he whispers, meeting Evan’s eyes. “Good boy.” He says no more.
Tears of frustration gather in Evan’s eyes as he repeats the thrusts into his shaking body. “Oh, oh, oh,” he whimpers, twisting and pulling his nipples, the pounding of blood in his ears and his groin roaring.
“Touch yourself,” Johnny whispers.
A soft wail rips from Evan’s throat as he grasps his cock, pulling and jerking and twisting, pounding himself over and over again with the toy. He slides it home, as deep as can fit inside of him, coming harder than he ever has and collapsing backwards on the ground after his come splatters the hardwood floor in thick, powerful jets. For his part, Johnny whimpers for perhaps the first time in his sexual life and comes quietly into his hand.
Lying on his back, chest heaving, Evan struggles to catch his breath. Soft, needy wheezes rush through his lungs but don’t stick into his body, and terrified panic creases his face. Johnny gets unsteadily to his feet and comes to lie next to Evan, placing a gentle hand on his chest.
“Breathe with me,” he murmurs encouragingly. “You’re all right.” Johnny takes a theatrically deep breath for demonstrative purposes, and Evan copies, watching Johnny’s hand rise with his chest. He nods tremulously and sucks in another in time with Johnny. “Good. Good.” He gently slides the toy out, cleaning it with a damp towel and replacing it in the box underneath his bed.
Johnny curls up next to him, mopping the come off of the floor as best as he can, and the stray drops on Evan’s belly and thighs. “So perfect to watch you fuck yourself. I’ve never been so horny in my life just watching you. I wanted to fuck you before it was over but by the time we got there, I didn’t want to interrupt you.”
In the aftermath, Evan’s feeling self-conscious. It usually comes a few hours afterward, but somewhere along the way of all of this depravity, Evan seems to have picked up some embarrassment. Olympic champion put in his place by artistic outsider bad boy. Evan doesn’t like the way his imaginary headlines play out after he hasn’t used his safeword, even if he’s never had the guts to blurt it out when things get too rough.
They’re not like other couples, and they prefer it this way.
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Title: Thy Burdens are Greater than Mine
Recipient: the fs_exchange community
Skaters/Pairings: Johnny Weir/Evan Lysacek
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 4030
Warnings: Toys, spanking, D/s themes, some angst.
Disclaimer: The events portrayed in this story are fictional and do not reflect on the actual people written about.
Summary: He wonders, if he had a tail, would it be wagging right now?
Los Angeles is roasting this time of year, baked and blanched in the sun. Evan feels like all he’s done all day is sweat and smile for paparazzi who wanted to see how an Olympic gold medalist picks up dry cleaning, buys basic groceries, pumps gas.
Sometimes when Evan gets home, he feels like he ought to knock on the door, even if it’s halfway his. The slip of his own key sometimes feels like the boldest part of his day. He shuffles his bags so that he can have a free hand to unlock the door before gracelessly stumbling in to deposit the groceries onto the kitchen counter, and hanging the newly cleaned clothes on the front of the closet, just the way Johnny likes.
He sits on the floor, right out in the middle of the room, with his knees tucked underneath him and his head bowed, waiting.
The air conditioning must be on the fritz, because Evan can feel sweat prickling his skin even as he merely sits. Maybe it’s the weather; maybe it’s the slight twinge of anxiety-excitement for what’s to come - he can hardly tell these days. Johnny must secretly love the waiting game, the thought of Evan sitting at home and just anticipating, mentally poring over the organization of his choreography in his mind so that all this dormancy isn’t in vain.
Evan never counts the ticks of the clock, instead forcing himself to imagine perfect toe loops and graceful arm movements. One hundred and ten percent, even when he’s waiting here in the middle of the apartment floor like one of Johnny’s multitude of collected knick-knacks, picking up dust and taking up space.
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The sun is setting when Evan hears the jangle of keys on the other side of the door, and his body is painted with broad stripes of orange that seep in through the blinds. He can feel his heart rise to his throat and a bead of sweat dribble down into the neck of his shirt.
Johnny strides in when the door opens, arms full of bags of his favorite labels. Evan sits up straighter, trying to keep any flicker of fondness off of his face. He wonders, if he had a tail, would it be wagging right now? Johnny doesn’t speak, moving to the sofa to lay out his purchases, neatly as though he were selling them at a bazaar instead of simply admiring his own good taste.
After a few minutes of this, he stands, moving to brush Evan’s bangs off of his forehead so that he can gently kiss the exposed spot. “How long have you been kneeling this time?” he asks casually, arranging and rearranging Evan’s hair.
Evan licks his lips. “I-I don’t know,” he says. His answer is always the same, but at least he’s honest. Johnny smiles a little.
“Very obedient,” he notes, sounding pleased. He stands up straight and paces a few steps in front of Evan. “I see you got my cleaning for me.”
“Yes.”
Johnny clicks his tongue softly. “How sweet,” he murmurs, not sounding exactly touched. “You were a good boy today, I take it?” Evan bobs his head enthusiastically as Johnny cards his fingers through Evan’s hair. “Good. That’s what I like to hear.”
Just these few caresses shouldn’t make Evan begin to harden in his jeans, but he’s never been too good at helping it. There’s just something so…right about being here under Johnny’s predatory gaze.
“Did you have a nice day off today? You practiced so hard yesterday.” Evan nods, remembering just how sore he has been all day. His knees and thighs ache and kneeling here for Johnny isn’t exactly helping him ease his pains. Johnny nods to himself, satisfied, before hooking his hands under Evan’s arms and hauling him hastily to his feet. He hungrily catches Evan’s mouth, nipping his lower lip when Evan’s finally steady on his feet.
His hands are heavy at his sides when he’s pulled roughly against Johnny, knowing that he’s not allowed to touch unless he’s been asked. Johnny’s tongue pushes into his mouth, seeking out the deepest, most hidden nooks and crannies. He is practically growling against Evan’s lips and tongue, and his hands are tightly clenched in Evan’s shirt. “I ought to reward you,” he murmurs against Evan’s mouth, grinding their hips together. “But I like it too much when you do things for me.”
And Johnny’s dragging him by the sleeve of his shirt over to the sofa. He sits down amid his purchases, sprawling out with legs apart, the crown jewel of his haul of fineries. “Undo my pants and get to work,” he says simply, lying back against the cushions of the garish couch he’d insisted was up to their standard of luxury. Johnny looks like a king, waiting for service from one of his inferiors. Evan gets back down to his knees.
He slides his fingers teasingly up Johnny’s legs to the front of his pants. Johnny is already half-hard and Evan feels a bit thrilled to find this, like maybe he’s not the only one sick enough to need this like some kind of illicit drug. His fingers are sweating, their tips slippery with sweat as they reach Johnny’s zipper. He undoes the fly of Johnny’s tight jeans, and Johnny’s arching gracefully upward to help Evan get them off.
With a shy smile, Evan rubs Johnny gently through his briefs, making Johnny sigh quietly. Evan feels out the shape of Johnny’s dick as it hardens under his palm, and then lets his fingers creep upward to the waistband of his underwear.
“Take them off,” Johnny grits, eyes blazing. “Such a fucking tease.” And Evan does then, because it’s what Johnny wants. When he’s completely bared, Johnny smiles.
Evan doesn’t have to ask what to do now, starting with open-mouthed, teasing kisses up Johnny’s shaft. Johnny sighs, happy with the joy of a fulfilled command. Gently, Evan grazes his teeth across the sensitive head of Johnny’s dick, making him hiss and yank Evan’s hair.
“No teeth, Lysacek,” he snaps, and Evan winces as his scalp shouts in pain. Evan nods as best as he can with a cock in his mouth and simply takes Johnny into his mouth, sucking hard and lapping with the flat of his tongue. This is what he gets for trying to experiment. Evan sucks harder now, almost too hard, and he worries that Johnny’s going to pull on his hair again for the simplest lapse in judgment. He swirls his tongue around the head, tasting the sharpness of Johnny’s precome with satisfaction.
“Good,” Johnny says softly, but he’s still pushing Evan away from him. “That’s good, but I want more.”
“I want more too,” Evan whispers, his mouth dry.
Johnny pulls an exasperated face, eyes rolling skyward. “Shut up, Evan.” And Evan shifts helplessly on his knees, trying to get comfortable, maybe shake some of this soreness from yesterday’s endless hours of practice out of the tired marrow of his bones. Evan knows that Johnny hates it when he speaks out of turn, really hates it, but he can’t help but do it. There’s something about the way contempt twists Johnny’s face that makes Evan’s belly burn, and he knows that somewhere deep down, Johnny loves the excuse to snipe at him too.
It hadn’t always been like this, not when their only contact was slammed up against lockers on equal footing. But like they always say, relationships complicate everything. Frank had no qualms about “the situation” as long as Evan kept producing, but Galina had been livid, barking at Johnny in long strings of Russian that made Evan’s eyes glaze over in a lack of understanding.
They are not like other couples. Both Johnny and Evan prefer it this way.
“I want to fuck you,” Johnny states baldly, and Evan knows he’s throbbing hard in his sweatpants. “Take your shirt off.” And Evan does, regretting the heat of the apartment because his body is slick with sweat and maybe Johnny’s obsession with cleanliness will flare up and he’ll haul him by the wrist to the shower so he can scrub the salt from his skin. It wouldn’t be the first time.
Instead, Johnny nods, appraising every finely made bone and muscle. “Good.” It’s almost scary how much one word can send a hot surge through Evan, make him shiver like the apartment doesn’t feel like an oven. His jeans are slung low on his hips, and he knows that Johnny’s eyes are following the path of the lightning bolt downward, imagining what lies beneath. “Lie down on the floor.”
This is new, Evan notes, because Johnny likes to confine them to either the bed or the shower. Never, of course, right in the middle of this pristine field of hardwood. He complies, though, belly pressed against the carpet. He can feel a bead of sweat in the middle of his back, with more coming to join it with each passing moment. Johnny slides one possessive hand down to the small of Evan’s back, all nails and grip, and Evan jolts and whimpers the slightest bit into the carpet fibers.
“My pretty little toy,” Johnny coos, scoring his nails back up Evan’s back, and Evan feels about six inches tall. His erection is smothered and hot - and so heavy, too - between the press of his own weight and the carpet underneath him. Evan whimpers as he imagines tiny beads of blood bubbling up in the small of his back. “Let’s see what we’ve got for you.”
And Johnny’s beaming at his pet, the scratching at a halt. Evan’s glad for it; he’s never really wanted to tell Johnny that he hasn’t quite warmed up to the pain aspect of all of this. Even so, the way that predatory glimmer in Johnny’s eyes seems to wash over him makes him swell with humiliation, if such a thing can happen. He feels most beautiful when Johnny tells him he’s worthless.
“Are you ready?” he purrs smoothly. “Are you ready for me?”
“Yes, sir,” Evan replies as he lowers his eyes instinctively to the floor.
“Sir. I like the way that sounds in your mouth,” Johnny says smoothly, dropping Evan’s hand and stepping away. “Give me your belt, Evan.” He shudders under Johnny’s appraising gaze. He musters up as calm a smile as he can and then undoes the belt, sliding it out of its loops. He folds the belt in half, the buckle still dangling from one end, and he hands it to Johnny. His face reddens as he undoes the button on his corduroys and slides the zipper down, sliding out of his pants and underwear. He wishes he could fuck Johnny, get what he wants, with all of his clothes on.
And now he stands, exposed and waiting in his entire pale, flushed glory. He’s humiliated.
“Beautiful,” Johnny murmurs gently, taking a single step forward. “Now, get on your knees and put your elbows on the floor.” Taking a shaky breath, Evan gets down and assumes the position. He’s embarrassed, certainly, but he can feel the beginnings of a hot burn against his leg. “Beautiful,” he repeats, tracing a few fingers down the curve of Evan’s behind. “Close your eyes.”
Evan complies immediately. “Yes, sir,” he whispers. He takes a deep breath and he can hear Johnny moving behind him, breathing, rustling. His hands tremble, but he tries his hardest to remain still.
But suddenly, the relative silence is interrupted by the soft whizzing and eventual crack of the belt as it flies through the air and strikes against Evan’s bottom, taking him by surprise and making him cry out. Heat spreads across his backside, and he whimpers and arches a little against the floor, wondering if he’s bleeding yet. “All right?” Johnny asks calmly, waiting for him to recover.
Helplessly, Evan groans and nods. “Yes…please,” he whispers, not wanting to sit around and talk about it.
“Do you trust me?” Johnny asks carefully. Evan nods, eyes watering as Johnny runs his hands over the reddened skin, feeling the raised welt that he finds there. “Can I put something inside of you that’ll feel really good?”
“If-if you want to, sir,” Evan whimpers softly.
Softly kissing up and around the shell of Evan’s ear, Johnny smiles and nips with patient, practiced teeth. “I won’t hurt you. I know how to make you feel good. I know what you need, my little pet.” He slides his hand down and underneath Evan’s body, rubbing his cock gently. “I’ll show you what it is. Turn your head.” When he complies, Johnny is holding a lengthy, thick plug, smiling encouragingly. “I won’t hurt you,” he whispers tenderly, still rubbing.
“Please, sir,” Evan whispers hoarsely. “Use me.”
It sends a good shiver up Johnny’s spine, and he smiles, kissing the small of Evan’s back wetly as he begins slicking up the plug. “Do you need me to get you ready?”
“I-I might,” Evan whispers softly. “I…just to be safe.” Immediately, Johnny sets the plug aside and circles the rim of Evan’s hole. He squirms a little and moans softly, trying to relax, not lose himself too quickly. Johnny adds more lube and pushes in with two fingers. He gasps, sighing softly, letting Johnny’s fingers work him open.
After a few minutes of this, when he’s whimpering and keening in his throat, Johnny slides his fingers out. “Okay. Here we go.” And the plug begins to push in. It’s thicker than Johnny is by quite a bit, longer as well, and Evan cries out loudly as it slides halfway home. “Did I hurt you?”
“N-no,” Evan stammers. “It’s…it’s just b-big inside of me,” he whispers. Johnny smiles and strokes where Evan is being stretched with one long finger. “Ohh,” he exhales weakly, shoulders sagging forward. “Will-are you going to hit me some more?” The question surprises Johnny just as much as it surprises Evan himself.
“Do you want me to?” he asks cautiously. Evan nods immediately. “Close your eyes again,” Johnny urges then. His hand rushes through the air, slapping Evan hard on the ass, jarring the plug slightly deeper into him, making him squeal as it brushes against his insides.
“Oh!” he gasps as the hand collides with his soft, tender skin again. He pants for breath, lurching against the floor and practically sobbing in arousal. “Yes,” he whispers breathlessly, feeling Johnny’s fingers softly card through his hair.
Kissing the small of Evan’s back again, Johnny smiles. “You’re so hot for it. My good boy.” He takes ahold of the end of the plug, twisting it and pushing it deeper, making Evan give a sharp howl, trying in vain to rub his erection against floor. “Good. You can take it.” Lightly massaging Evan’s ass, Johnny ignores the plug for a moment. “I want you to touch yourself, but don’t come until I tell you. We’ve got a long ways to go. And just to be safe,” Johnny whispers against his ear, he fastens a small silver ring around the base of Evan’s cock.
Evan can’t help but make a soft noise of frustration. Johnny hasn’t used his toys on Evan in the course of their relationship, but he knows his way around them with the finesse of an old professional. “Oh, god,” he whimpers needily. If he hadn’t been hard and wanting before, then he is now.
“Come lie on your back,” Johnny whispers, helping Evan to his feet. Evan moans, feeling the plug shift uncomfortably inside him as he stands. Johnny helps him lie on his back, hips up and over a stack of sofa pillows. Folding a towel, he slides it underneath Evan’s hips for comfort. “Good. Beautiful.” He strokes the inside of Evan’s thighs and slightly coats Evan’s fingers and palm with lube. “Stroke yourself. Slowly.”
Evan cries out desperately as his slick hand meets his cock. “Oh, god!” he repeats.
As Evan’s strokes start as leisurely as he can manage, Johnny takes the toy and pulls it out before pushing more back in. Evan gasps, biting his lips and angling his hips up so Johnny can gain better access. “Beautiful little slut,” Johnny whispers as his lover arches off the bed, trying to hold back shaky gasps and perhaps even screams.
Electricity jolts down his body to his toes, and back up his back, hair standing on end. “Please, please,” he whispers, tightening his grip almost painfully on the hard part between his legs. “I want - I want it, please,” he begs softly, and Johnny jams another inch in, making him bite off a sharp scream. He is painfully hard, almost to bursting, but he knows Johnny will not let him come.
“Mmm,” Johnny whispers, tying a silk scarf around Evan’s eyes. Evan looks panicked, but Johnny lovingly caresses one cheek. “It’s going to be all right.” He doubles the belt up and strikes hard on Evan’s raised behind, this time making blood trickle up to the break in the surface of his flesh. But there’s no rest, and he strikes two more times in quick succession, making Evan sob loudly in the joy of a fulfilled wish. Tears of pain and pleasure seep from his eyes and are caught in the silk.
Crying out, Evan lifts his hips higher. Johnny runs his fingers carefully through the thin lines of blood where the teeth of the belt buckle have bitten into his flesh, licking it gently away from his digits. He takes ahold of the toy, pushing it deeper and deeper still into Evan, whose toes curl where they sit on the floorboards. Patiently, Johnny pulls out and shoves hard back in, carefully and methodically fucking and impaling the thin, pale boy as he squirms, moaning at the top of his lungs.
His cock is neglected, angry and red and resting on his belly. “You’re not touching yourself,” Johnny reminds him, leaning down and tenderly dragging his tongue over the head of Evan’s cock, tracing the precum around the tip. In desperation to please Johnny, he grasps his erection and milks it, stroking, practically wringing. His skin is hot, and he arches against the phantom hands pinning his hips down for the moment.
Johnny continues his rough pace, thrusting the firm plastic deep and hard into Evan’s waiting hole. “Please! Please,” Evan cries out needily. “Let me…take the ring off!”
“So you want to come, do you?”
“Yes!”
“Why?” Johnny can’t see Evan’s eyes, but he can sense the appalled, questioning look. Maybe due to the gape of Evan’s mouth or the tremble that races through his shoulders. “Tell me why.” He gives a particularly deep push.
Evan’s mouth falls open. “Please,” he whispers softly, letting the fire wash over him. “I’m-I’m going to burst. Let me show you how-how grateful I am,” he stammers as Johnny parts his legs, pushing the toy hard against his prostate. “Oh my god, oh my god,” he repeats over and over, floods of tremors washing over him. “Please. Please, I’m begging you, sir, let me please you with my come. Let me show you!”
“I’m going to take the ring off,” Johnny begins slowly, seductively. “I don’t want you to stroke yourself until I say to. But I want you to get up on your knees and ride what’s inside of you like you would if it were mine. Can you do that?”
Faithfully, Evan nods. “Yes, yes!” he whispers softly.
“You still don’t come until I tell you to. I want to see you fuck yourself on that.” Greedily, Evan nods, hands shaking as Johnny reaches for the ring. His knuckles graze against Evan’s balls, making him whimper and try to rub against the innocently unfastening fingers. Johnny smiles and unclips the ring, making Evan sigh in relief as Johnny pulls the blindfold off as well.
“Thank you, sir,” Evan whispers, his voice breaking as he looks up at Johnny from between his knees.
Johnny gives him a chaste smile. “Get to your knees,” he prompts simply, and Evan awkwardly scrambles to the best of his ability. He tosses the Evan the tube of lubricant, and Evan pulls it out, sighing softly. He empties the last half of the small bottle, smearing the length of the toy with it. His hands shake as he gets to his knees, positioning it beneath himself, eyes meeting Johnny’s.
As he lowers himself, it’s as though both of their breaths catch in their throats. Evan’s face twists and he whimpers as he lowers his hips as far as he can make himself, feeling the uncomfortable burn as he’s stretched to fit. “Ohhhh,” he gasps, feeling his cock brush against his stomach as his insides are breached. “Ohh, I wish it were you,” he mumbles, trying desperately not to fist his cock.
Sliding it back out, he then pushes back in slowly, moaning louder this time as it brushes against his most secret place inside. “Please,” he groans timidly. “Please.” Mustering more boldness than it should take, he traces one erect nipple with his fingertip, crying out as he brings his ass down to meet the pillows, driving the toy in fully. “Oh, god, oh, god,” he whispers pleadingly.
Johnny is sprawled across the room amid his purchase, legs spread as he brings himself off. “That’s it,” he whispers, meeting Evan’s eyes. “Good boy.” He says no more.
Tears of frustration gather in Evan’s eyes as he repeats the thrusts into his shaking body. “Oh, oh, oh,” he whimpers, twisting and pulling his nipples, the pounding of blood in his ears and his groin roaring.
“Touch yourself,” Johnny whispers.
A soft wail rips from Evan’s throat as he grasps his cock, pulling and jerking and twisting, pounding himself over and over again with the toy. He slides it home, as deep as can fit inside of him, coming harder than he ever has and collapsing backwards on the ground after his come splatters the hardwood floor in thick, powerful jets. For his part, Johnny whimpers for perhaps the first time in his sexual life and comes quietly into his hand.
Lying on his back, chest heaving, Evan struggles to catch his breath. Soft, needy wheezes rush through his lungs but don’t stick into his body, and terrified panic creases his face. Johnny gets unsteadily to his feet and comes to lie next to Evan, placing a gentle hand on his chest.
“Breathe with me,” he murmurs encouragingly. “You’re all right.” Johnny takes a theatrically deep breath for demonstrative purposes, and Evan copies, watching Johnny’s hand rise with his chest. He nods tremulously and sucks in another in time with Johnny. “Good. Good.” He gently slides the toy out, cleaning it with a damp towel and replacing it in the box underneath his bed.
Johnny curls up next to him, mopping the come off of the floor as best as he can, and the stray drops on Evan’s belly and thighs. “So perfect to watch you fuck yourself. I’ve never been so horny in my life just watching you. I wanted to fuck you before it was over but by the time we got there, I didn’t want to interrupt you.”
In the aftermath, Evan’s feeling self-conscious. It usually comes a few hours afterward, but somewhere along the way of all of this depravity, Evan seems to have picked up some embarrassment. Olympic champion put in his place by artistic outsider bad boy. Evan doesn’t like the way his imaginary headlines play out after he hasn’t used his safeword, even if he’s never had the guts to blurt it out when things get too rough.
They’re not like other couples, and they prefer it this way.
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