Fic: Desire's Thrall (Or, Romance Novel Nightmare), Chapter 9
Title: Desire's Thrall (Or, Romance Novel Nightmare)
Chapter 9
Author: she_burns1
Pairing: Bret/Jemaine, Bret/Jemayn, Bretta/Jemayn (...it'll make sense when you read it)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 5,129
Summary: Bret gets transported into a romance novel. No, really.
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The plot is all mine. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author’s Note: Crack!Fic. This installment is very much its' rating - sooo, if you don't really care for explicit man love, I'd skip it, but if you do, you're in for a treat.
Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
Bret was almost to the stable when he heard two voices talking.
"By Odin's blood, I will kill him!"
"To his defense-"
"To his defense? Taika, he allowed them to escape!"
"Now, I would not use the word 'allow', after all, she did seduce him-"
"Yes, but Davion should have known better-"
"Well, I thought, in point of fact, that perhaps you should have. Or have you so quickly forgotten how easily Davion is led by the fairer sex?"
"Well, his whoring around has cost us this time," the second voice, which was obviously Jemayn's muttered darkly, "With Marcus and Sarah on the loose, all manner of hell will-"
"Mayhap they will not return here. It would be wiser to-"
"Bah! Wise! I highly doubt that is one of Marcus' traits."
"True, but Sarah-"
"Is cunning. And manipulative. You know this. And proud...by god, she is more proud than a man. 'Twas what attracted me to her in the first place. And her pride was well stung by us. No, no, I tell you, they will make plans to try and do us some form of harm."
Taika's voice became clearer as Bret approached, but he didn't enter the stable, instead he stood just outside, listening, "Do you think...they will go after Bret again."
Jemayn sighed, "'Tis hard to say...I am still unsure as to why they went after him in the first place."
Taika cleared his throat, voice wary, "They could...they could know."
No one said anything for a while and Bret felt his face flush. Taika broke the silence, "As you said, Sarah is prideful. She might have heard...might have taken offense-"
"She left me! What would it matter-"
"Regardless, to find such happiness with a man over a woman, much less a woman like Sarah-"
"She made no mentions of returning to me, and had she, I would have taken great pleasure in rejecting her."
"Mayhap that was it. As I said to you on the voyage here, she left you for Marcus because you did not have wealth and power. But, in time, you did, you earned both. Mayhap she thought to leave Marcus and try to return to you, but somehow she heard...she learned of you and Bret and-"
"'Tis nonsense."
"Jemayn-"
"No one knew!"
"I did."
"No, you...assumed. But you would not-"
"Not I, but Jemayn, you forget yourself. While you flatter me, by suggesting only I would have such intuition, there are others with insight just as keen as I. One of your household could have seen...could have heard-"
"The people in that household are my family. I have treated them with naught but kindness and to think that one of them-"
"I know, I know," Taika returned softly, then quietly, "But...not all are happy or content to be here, no matter how good you are to them. A few names spring to mind..."
"Who?"
"Liesa, as you know, had an eye for Bretta and he all but ignored her. And then there is Keithana-"
Jemayn moaned, "Not her again."
"She is a Trailian," Taika pointed out smoothly, "And she too, wished to bed you, and you tossed her over as easily as Bretta tossed over Liesa because you both only had eyes for the other, which, was probably obvious to the two women in question. And, if either of them have even the slightest inkling of Sarah in them, then they would be of like mind to tell her. And!" he snapped his fingers as the idea set in, "And they were more like than not attendants to Sarah when she was in residence. So..."
Jemayn breathed out loudly, "Very well...your ideas have merit. But if we indeed have treachery in my household, I know naught how we can prove it."
"Leave it to Loren," Taika said firmly, "Those women are but child's play to a mind like hers. She will easily uncover the truth if either of them have spoken out of turn. She will get your answers for you."
Bret again heard nothing but could only assume Jemayn nodded. He thought to finally enter when Taika cleared his throat, "So...how are you and Bret?"
"I do not know what you mean."
"Oh please, you have the well satisfied look of sex about you. Tell me, did some wicked debauchery take place?"
Jemayn only laughed and Bret looked at his feet. Taika chuckled as well, a quick clap ringing out, "Most excellent. Glad to see you two getting on...or off, or-"
"Yes, yes, yes...things seem to be somewhat settled. Though I still have some questions for him."
"Oh? Why not ask him? He's right outside the door."
Bret balked, face red, as he stepped back from the stable, slightly ashamed as he heard Taika call out to him, "Come, come Bret...enter. Delight us with your pretty face!"
Bret entered, hands behind his back, eyes downcast as Jemayn asked, "How much did you hear?"
"Um...enough?"
Taika shook his head and chuckled, he had been sitting on a stack of hay but he rose to his feet, "Well, I best be off, time I went and spoke with the missus. Bret..."
Taika patted his shoulder as he left, leaving a still embarrassed Bret with Jemayn, who had his arms crossed, but an amused expression on his face, "Eavesdropping?"
Bret didn't answer.
Jemayn rolled his eyes and shook his head, "How reprehensible of you."
He walked over, bring his face close to Bret's, "I think you should be punished. Don't you?"
Bret stopped breathing, heart in his throat as Jemayn ducked his head and gave him a soft, sweet kiss. Bret's hands rose, fingers dancing lightly on the other man's shoulders and then up into his hair.
Jemayn sighed, his own arms wrapping firmly around the other man, drawing him close as the sweet kiss took on a edge of heat, mouths opening, tongues meeting. Bret shivered and felt his earlier erection swiftly returning in full force. Jemayn. He felt so good, smelled so good and it was all so...
You're getting what you want, but not what you need.
The words echoed coldly in Bret's mind.
His blood will be spilt. His skin white as ice and he will die.
Bret drew back, shivering for a whole new reason, as he looked at Jemayn.
Jemayn frowned, running a thumb along Bret's bottom lip, "What is it, my love?"
Bret shook his head, "I...I ran into this man...in the house and he said," Bret shook his head, "'S silly, just...he frightened me."
"Oh?"
"Yes, um, Eugenious?"
Jemayn frowned, "The name rings no bells. And he was in the house, you say?"
Bret's blood ran cold at Jemayn's words, "Y-Yes."
Jemayn drew away from Bret, his face set and serious, "I think it best you retire to my quarters. Stay there, until you see me again."
Bret nodded and quickly broke away from Jemayn, running again to return to the room he had just left. Once inside he paced and paced and thought over everything that had happened and everything that had been said.
The answer lies through water...but what could that mean? Bret thought he had known the answer, but he had been wrong. And if he found the answer, did that mean he would go home and if he did...
Bret thought of Jemayn's lips on his, their kiss in the barn, so, so sweet and Bret felt his heart break at the idea of not being kissed like that again. The door to Jemayn's room opened and Jemayn entered, looking grim, "Taika and I searched, but we found no one by that name in the whole household. Tell me, what did he say to you?"
Bret sat on the bed, face pale, "He-he said I can't stay here. Said I had to find the answer and he repeated what Mel told me about finding the answer through water. He said," Bret swallowed, shaking his head, eyes tearing up, "I don't want..."
Bret thought of blood and pale skin and Jemayn...dead.
Jemayn came over, sitting next to him, gathering him into his arms, "Shh, shh, there...'tis fine, you need not say more."
"I'm so confused and-and I just...I want," Bret shook his head, drawing away so he could look Jemayn in the eyes. Bret cupped Jemayn's face in both hands, voice tentative, "Can I...can I touch you like this, man?"
"You can do whatever you like, my love."
Bret felt his heart fill and break and he looked at Jemayn, one tear escaping him as he came forward quickly and kissed him. He kept peppering kisses on his mouth, words tumbling out of him, "Don't...want...to...lose...this..."
"You won't."
Bret drew away, shaking his head, "But she was right though...Mel...she was right. There's...there's this whole other world...in my head. This world where..."
Bret trailed off, self-conscious, but Jemayn ran a soothing hand along his back, "Here, tell me...tell me of this world..."
Bret slowly nodded and began. He told Jemayn all about New York - about the streets and the people and the buildings and the cars. He paused now and then to describe them, feeling he had to, and hoped that Jemayn at least had some idea of what he was talking about, some concept, as he imagined the things he talked about seemed almost fantastical to a man like him.
Then he talked about Jemaine and he tried to ignore the pang he felt at his words. It was so odd to miss someone when you were sitting next to someone else who was their exact double. Still...Jemaine and Jemayn were different and Bret found himself still missing his best friend - the one with the gruff demeanor and the glasses.
Jemayn listened patiently, not speaking a word, and once Bret reached a good stopping point he finally opened his mouth to ask a question, "So...you and your Jemaine are not lovers?"
"No, man, we're-we're just friends. That's why I was so weirded out when you came on to me," Bret blushed as he saw Jemayn about to ask another question, quickly explaining, "I mean, when you - when you kissed me. Coming on to someone...'s slang, means, you know, um...flirting with someone?" Bret tried, hoping this would make sense.
"Slang?"
"When - when you say something and it means something else?"
"I...think I understand," Jemayn said, shaking his head, then, thoughtfully, "So...what is it again I wear in this world? Glasses?"
"Yeah, on your face, like-" Bret connected his thumbs to his index fingers to make circles and put them over his eyes. Jemayn nodded, understanding, but still chuckling, "How bizarre. My vision here is true..."
"So...you believe me?" Bret breathed, finding himself nervous now that he had told Jemayn everything.
Jemayn sighed, "I believe you see such a world in your head. But...Bret...this is the real world," he touched Bret's arm, then took his hand, squeezing it, "After all, doesn't this feel real?"
Bret squeezed his hand back, heart heavy, "Yes, but...mean...New York feels real too. In my mind...it was all so...and-and I told you...it was like...I was transported here...don't-don't know how...one minute I was walking into our building, looking at a book and the next-"
"Even if your world, the one in your mind, the one of New York, is real...I question why you would dwell on it if," Jemayn trailed off, looking away from Bret, voice sad as he asked quietly, "Your Jemaine...do you love him?"
Bret felt his heart squeeze, throat tight, "I don't...no. No...mean, he doesn't...we don't...wouldn't...just...friends. Band mates..."
"Yet you lie with me," Jemayn returned, "And I look just like him."
"No, I mean, well, yes, but," Bret groaned and pulled his hand away, flopping down on the bed behind him to look at the ceiling, "'S complicated. It's like...you are the same but different and I just...dunno. I just...like you."
"Do you?"
Bret nodded, hoping maybe Jemayn saw it out of the corner of his eye, but then Jemayn spoke again, voice just as melancholy, "You have yet to tell me why you jumped into the water."
Bret let out a deep breath, closing his eyes and shaking his head, "I just...I thought I should try..."
Jemayn said nothing and Bret didn't want to continue talking but he did, "Mel said the answer was through water so-so I thought...I thought maybe jumping in the water..."
Suddenly Jemayn was over top of him on the bed, knees on either side of Bret's body, straddling him as he looked down into Bret's eyes, face foreboding, "You were trying to leave me."
"I was...trying to go home."
Jemayn's face, his voice, quickly became fierce, "You are home."
Bret squeaked, "But...New York..."
Jemayn took hold of both of Bret's wrists, drawing them over his head, grip slightly squeezing, "New York is nothing. I will not have you return to some pale imitation of me that you do not love. That does not love you."
"But-but Jemaine-"
"I told you this once," Jemayn hissed, bringing his face close, "And I will tell you again, you are my thrall. I am your master. You belong to me. In this world, in that world, in all worlds. My heart beats only for you. And yours beats only for me. I will have you. No one else. No one."
Bret gasped, Jemayn's hands clutching his wrists so hard, but right on that edge between pain and pleasure and Jemayn's body was against his, so hard and hot and full, "But...you're both-"
"As far as I am concerned, he is but some false shadow, a hideous changeling drugging your mind, trying to keep you from me...and no one shall keep you from me. You are mine," Jemayn punctuated these words with a thrust of his hips and Bret couldn't help but moan. Flip, the other man's hardness dragged deliciously against his own.
Still, Bret resisted, "'M not...a slave. Won't be...owned..."
"Oh?" Jemayn breathed, his head coming down, lips feathering along Bret's throat. Bret whimpered, nodding insolently. Jemayn licked at his Adam's apple, "You would defy me?"
"Y-Yes."
"You would like me to show you...is that it?" Jemayn's voice was a deadly whisper, "You would have me earn my right to claim you as my own?"
Bret couldn't breathe, couldn't speak, all he could seem to concentrated on was the hot, hard erection that Jemayn kept rubbing against him. A mewl left him and Jemayn continued, his lips now dusting Bret's collarbone, "Very well then...I shall have you call me Master, before all is said and done..."
Jemayn released Bret's wrists and took big handfuls of Bret's shirt, drawing it over his head, tossing it aside, his mouth claimed Bret's, his hands scouring Bret's sides before moving up, thumbs stroking his nipples. Bret gasped and whimpered, wriggling beneath the other man's weight, impossibly aroused as Jemayn's tongue dueled with his, slick and hungry and so passionate.
Bret felt overwhelmed, over come, as Jemayn took hold of his legs, drawing them apart, urging them up to wrap around his back and Bret was helpless to do nothing else. He felt opened and exposed and when Jemayn thrust full against him again he cried out.
Jemayn growled, "Close...sound out of you, yes, but not what I want to hear..."
Jemayn thrust against him again and again and Bret felt as if his mind was being pulled apart. His whole body ached with longing. He had never been so hard and he found himself wanting to beg for release, found himself wishing for things he couldn't describe. He wanted them both naked and against one another and...and...
Bret's hands, which had been flapping about almost uselessly, found themselves clawing at Jemayn's clothes, words finally coming to him in pants, "Please...please...need..."
Jemayn chuckled, "Say the words...ask me for it..."
"I..." Bret's voice broke over another cry as Jemayn bit the junction where Bret's neck met his shoulder. It hurt, but only just, and then Jemayn was licking there, soothing the pain, and Bret knew for sure he'd have a mark there.
"Did you like that, my little thrall? My branding you..."
Bret couldn't answer, the only thing leaving him now sounds of ecstasy as Jemayn blew cold breath there, his hands somehow having curled under them to grip Bret's ass, squeeze it, forcing them closer, their bodies grinding together.
"You want more...don't you?" Jemayn breathed, voice thick, "You need more...before you'll say it...you are a stubborn thing...but I shall have you."
"Won't," Bret gasped, "Won't...call you that..."
Jemayn chuckled again wickedly, "You will. I shall hear you say it..."
Bret shook his head, eyes squeezed shut tightly, "No...no..."
"Yes. I am your Master, sweet thrall...my only love..." Jemayn's voice was as tender as his hands were not. He disentangled himself from Bret, but only so he could draw off his trousers. Bret lay there, naked and aroused. Bret's eyes opened, glazed slits, and he could see himself, his cock thrusting upwards, leaking liberally and he moaned, eyes sealing shut again as his hips involuntarily thrust against the open air.
Jemayn sighed longingly, "By Odin's blood...look at you...so eager...so full of desire...if only you could appreciate it the way I do...how lovely you look right now..."
Bret felt his cheeks flaming and he finally opened his eyes, saw Jemayn staring down at him hungrily, admiring him and he whined, "You're still fully dressed...'s not fair..."
Jemayn took his wrists again and drew him up slowly, making him sit up just enough, bringing his hands to his shirt, "Here then...I can be a kind Master...undress me..."
Bret felt his fingers shaking, his breathing uneven, as he tried to make his hands work, tried to get them to cooperate, but they just seemed to claw at the material, unarticulated in their desperate need.
Jemayn chuckled darkly, amused, as he did his best to help Bret, drawing off his clothing until he too was naked, his eyes were smoky as he asked, "Are you ready now? Just say the words, just call me your Master and I shall...ease your want..."
Bret licked his lips and he wanted to say it, but, "No..."
Jemayn smiled, but the smile was sinful, dark, "Ah, stubborn to the last, hmm? Well played. I may be nothing like your Jemaine, but you are most certainly like my Bretta...you like to play games. Very well. I will accommodate you. I will take you to such a high, delicious edge you will beg me for release...and when you do...you shall call me Master..."
The sound that left Bret was a strange cross between dread and anticipation and he found himself drawing his legs up onto the bed, crawling back on it, on his knees, his back against the headboard. Jemayn too, crawled onto the bed, but his movements were graceful and sleek. He reminded Bret vaguely of a panther slowly approaching his prey, his movements measured and sure, and yet tight, coiled, as he purred, "Ah, good, right where I want you...minus one swift alteration..."
Jemayn's hands were firm, strong, as he took hold of Bret and turned him, turned his whole body, until Bret faced the headboard and the wall. Bret swallowed thickly, too lost to fully contemplate what was happening until it was too late. He belatedly remembered the two strips of silk tied to parts of the intricately carved headboard and he now found his wrists bound, his body leashed to the bed.
Jemayn's body was close behind him, Bret could feel the heat radiating off of it, and Jemayn's mouth floated right at the nape of his neck, his voice a vicious whisper, "Is this what you want? For me to take you...to thrust deep inside you. A sword in its' perfect sheath..."
Bret's eyes widened as he realized what Jemayn was talking about and he was alarmed to find desire running right along fear. He didn't think he could ever want...Jemaine had said once...he had it goin' on but he didn't want...
Jemayn's hands stroked down his back gently, voice near his ear, "You shiver...oh my love...you know I would never hurt you..."
And then he pressed a reverent necklace of kisses along the back of his neck, "I would only bring you pleasure...and have you call me what I desire..."
Bret licked his lips and he could feel himself arching back into Jemayn's touch. Jemayn wanted to...
Bret had never even conceived of this possibility and yet, now as the idea was presented to him...
Bret took in a loud breath through his nose and thought of New York. He thought of Jemaine. If this...if all of this was a dream...if it wasn't real...
No one would have to know.
And Bret, Christ...the more he thought of it...the less repulsive it became and the more it became...oh god...he wanted to.
Bret shivered again and his mind exploded with a million questions and realizations. They floated thorough him like sparkling fireworks. He wanted Jemayn to literally...
He couldn't even say the word in his mind. But he wanted it. He wanted it just like Jemayn had said...Jemayn. Deep inside him.
Bret whimpered and found himself gasping, "Won't...tell anyone?"
Jemayn laughed then, pressing a moist, open mouthed kiss right at the top of his spine, "I have told no one before, have I?"
"Mean...you won't...like...go into detail with like...Taika or someone..."
Jemayn smiled and shook his head, "Everything that happens in our bed, stays in our bed...as it always has. It is special. It is just something for you and I."
Bret swallowed and then Jemayn brought his face closer, close enough that Bret could turn his head and see him. Jemayn kissed him then, the kiss soft and pure as he said heartfully, "Bret, I love you."
Bret gasped and found his lips trembling and, flip, he was going to cry.
Jemayn seemed alarmed by this, misunderstanding, "You wish me to release you..."
"No, no, just...never heard anyone say it, 's all...least...not like that..."
"'Tis the truth."
Bret looked at him and found himself nodding, voice small, "Okay..."
"Okay?"
"Yes, yes," Bret breathed, nodding, secure in his choice, "Want you to...just-just...remember I don't...um...remember doing this before, so...you know...go...go gentle?"
Jemayn chuckled, kissing him again, "I always do."
Bret nodded to himself, reassured and yet still slightly frightened, as he heard Jemayn moving behind him. He wasn't sure what was happening. Considered he was tied to the bed, he wasn't in the best position to see much of anything, but he got the idea that Jemayn was reaching for something near the bed and then Jemayn's hand came around him, taking hold of his length.
Bret breathed out, stunned, as Jemayn's hand was slick and wet, covered with something oily that smelled sweet, his hand working tenderly, stroking his cock and Bret moaned, "Oh god..."
"Good?"
Bret found himself thrusting into Jemayn's grip, moaning as pleasure began to run through him again, spiking through his blood, "Y-yes...god...so good..."
Jemayn's hand worked the length of him, pumping him smooth and steady, his thumb brushing the head and Bret felt his body flowering with the same, overpowering lust he had felt from before. Christ, he could come from just this alone. This sharp, sweet feeling of Jemayn's hand working him.
And then he felt it...Jemayn's other hand at his back, it too, just as slick, going down, finding the entrance, a slippery finger stroking up and down before carefully moving inward.
Bret lurched forward instinctively to escape the penetration, not able to help but resist it, his body's reactions largely out of his control. But Jemayn held him fast, not allowing him much escaping room. Bret tried to stifle his cry of surprise, but couldn't and then the digit was inside him, up to the knuckle and then, slowly, inch by inch, deeper and deeper and then it moved inside him, slowly at first then more forcefully, in and out, getting him used to the idea.
And all the while, Jemayn just kept working his cock, rubbing and sliding, until Bret relaxed. The finger taking him began to move faster, harder, making him open for it. And then, almost suddenly, Jemayn twisted his hand, and suddenly, his fingertip stroked something deep inside Bret.
Bret's whole body lit up - like a match igniting a forest fire - and Bret cried out loudly at the electric feel of it, the incandescent pleasure, and he jerked away slightly, feeling the need to escape the incredible intensity of it. But Jemayn wouldn't let him. He had him trapped and Bret grabbed the headboard, moaning, clutching it like a lifeline.
And as quick as he had tried to flee it, Bret found himself now thrusting back against it, need more, needing to feel it again and it was all almost too much, "Jemayn! Fuck!"
Bret never cursed, but he heard the words leave him, and felt his blood grow even more inflamed. He was a carnal creature now, a being of lust, and he found himself craving satisfaction, release, more than anything else.
Jemayn merely grunted, hands still working, "Close...but not quite...say it...say it now, damn you, or I'll stop..."
"Can't...won't...you wouldn't..."
"I can give you more," Jemayn purred, "I can sink myself so deep inside you. I can fill you...you just need ask..."
"Oh god...can't..."
"Just say the word...and I'll give you what you want..."
"Wh-what...?"
Jemayn licked the shell of his ear, nipped at it, "You want to come, don't you?"
Bret whimpered.
"You want release...you want me...just ask me..."
"Jemayn...please..."
"Not Jemayn, little thrall..."
"Oh, oh!" Bret threw his head back, resting it on Jemayn's shoulder as Jemayn continued to work him and his lack of control only added to the frighteningly pleasurable sensations rocketing through him. His voice crying out, asking for something, when suddenly Jemayn's finger left him, but only for a second to return, slicker than before and with a friend.
Jemayn's two fingers pierced him and he shouted, trembling wildly. He felt sweat break out all over his body as Jemayn finger-fucked him into a mind-numbing pleasure. He could hear himself making low groans of delight against the headboard as he now clutched at it with all his strength. And he was close - oh so close to climax - but Jemayn's hand tightened down on his erection, slowing down his orgasm. Bret wondered distantly if a man could die from too much pleasure as his heart drummed frantically in his chest.
"Bret," Jemayn breathed and Bret knew the other man was just as over-stimulated as he was. He hadn't even pressed their bodies together, but Bret knew, and then both of Jemayn's hands drew away and Bret moaned at the loss of them.
"Shh...my thrall...my sweet love..." Jemayn whispered, his lips brushing the nape of Bret's neck and then Bret felt it, the blunt tip of Jemayn's slick cock against his backside.
Bret bit his bottom lip, shocked to hear himself gasp, "Yes...please..."
"You want this? Want me..."
"Yes..."
"Yes, what?"
Bret closed his eyes tightly, arching back, the words finally escaping him, "Yes, Master..."
Jemayn groaned and Bret twisted the knife, "Master...please...fuck me..."
Jemayn took hold of Bret's hips, his grip hard, as he thrust deep inside. Bret's throat felt almost ripped open by the volume of sound that left him as he was impaled. Jemayn gathered Bret tightly to him, his chest pressed against Bret's spine, voice shaking, "Don't move...just breathe..."
Bret forced himself to obey, sucking in a lungful of air and then Jemayn began to move. Bret let out a sob, Jemayn's hand back on his cock, stroking it again and yet still with a firm enough grip to keep him from release. All Bret could do was cling to the support of the headboard and the sturdy body behind him, his entire nervous system quailing under the flood of sensations moving through him.
Jemayn's movements were jerky at first, before becoming more smooth, more fluid and Bret found his body now instinctively doing the opposite of what it had initially thought to do. Now, instead of trying to pull away, it went forward, begging for more, thrusting backward, thrusting into it, needing Jemayn, crying out to be filled, to be...
"Oh Bret...look at you," Jemayn gasped as his hips erratically snapping against him, "You're so close...so beautiful..."
Bret sobbed, "Jemayn...please...need to..."
Jemayn kept on thrusting deep inside, moving in him, his cock brushing against that spot deep in Bret again and again until Bret felt like he'd go blind with it. Jemayn's hand loosened on Bret's length considerably, eagerly stroking again, his voice a shattered whisper, "Bret...come for me...take me with you..."
Bret's obedience was instant. He groaned low as he climaxed, the sensations washing through him as Jemayn rocked convulsively behind him, their movements frantic as they were both swallowed in the white, hot heat of release.
Slowly reality filtered back in and Bret's first rational thought in minutes was that his legs felt like rubber. They were shaking hard, and he wondered how much longer they could hold him in this kneeling position.
He wondered, too, if he'd have to pry his hands away from the headboard he clung to as Jemayn's own hands gently rubbed his abdomen comfortingly. Bret sighed, thinking fleetingly that it felt good to lie against him like this, feeling warm and safe and more satisfied than he'd ever been in his life.
For a few moments, the two of them stayed that way, enjoying the afterglow and holding each other close. Eventually though, Jemayn freed Bret, his lips brushing tender kisses over his abused wrists, as he turned the other man to face him.
Once done with his wrists, he turned his mouth to Bret's, kissing him tenderly, his eyes hooded, as he whispered, "Good?"
Bret yawned, mouth wide like a hippopotamus, as he mumbled, "Mmm...brilliant."
Jemayn chuckled, "We should get cleaned up."
Bret shook his head, dopey with the after effects of good sex, "...'m sleepeh."
Jemayn sighed, rolling his eyes, "Very well then..."
It took only a few minutes to get rearranged, and before Bret knew it, he was in a circle of Jemaine's arms, his ear pressed to the man's chest, his heartbeat a lulling song, "'Mayn..."
"Yes, Bret?"
"I mayabeen wrong..." Bret's words looped together in his sleepiness.
"Oh?"
"Mmm."
"'Bout what?"
"Mayba...I...do...love..." Bret's words trailed off as he fell into a deep sleep.
Chapter 9
Author: she_burns1
Pairing: Bret/Jemaine, Bret/Jemayn, Bretta/Jemayn (...it'll make sense when you read it)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 5,129
Summary: Bret gets transported into a romance novel. No, really.
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The plot is all mine. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author’s Note: Crack!Fic. This installment is very much its' rating - sooo, if you don't really care for explicit man love, I'd skip it, but if you do, you're in for a treat.
Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
Bret was almost to the stable when he heard two voices talking.
"By Odin's blood, I will kill him!"
"To his defense-"
"To his defense? Taika, he allowed them to escape!"
"Now, I would not use the word 'allow', after all, she did seduce him-"
"Yes, but Davion should have known better-"
"Well, I thought, in point of fact, that perhaps you should have. Or have you so quickly forgotten how easily Davion is led by the fairer sex?"
"Well, his whoring around has cost us this time," the second voice, which was obviously Jemayn's muttered darkly, "With Marcus and Sarah on the loose, all manner of hell will-"
"Mayhap they will not return here. It would be wiser to-"
"Bah! Wise! I highly doubt that is one of Marcus' traits."
"True, but Sarah-"
"Is cunning. And manipulative. You know this. And proud...by god, she is more proud than a man. 'Twas what attracted me to her in the first place. And her pride was well stung by us. No, no, I tell you, they will make plans to try and do us some form of harm."
Taika's voice became clearer as Bret approached, but he didn't enter the stable, instead he stood just outside, listening, "Do you think...they will go after Bret again."
Jemayn sighed, "'Tis hard to say...I am still unsure as to why they went after him in the first place."
Taika cleared his throat, voice wary, "They could...they could know."
No one said anything for a while and Bret felt his face flush. Taika broke the silence, "As you said, Sarah is prideful. She might have heard...might have taken offense-"
"She left me! What would it matter-"
"Regardless, to find such happiness with a man over a woman, much less a woman like Sarah-"
"She made no mentions of returning to me, and had she, I would have taken great pleasure in rejecting her."
"Mayhap that was it. As I said to you on the voyage here, she left you for Marcus because you did not have wealth and power. But, in time, you did, you earned both. Mayhap she thought to leave Marcus and try to return to you, but somehow she heard...she learned of you and Bret and-"
"'Tis nonsense."
"Jemayn-"
"No one knew!"
"I did."
"No, you...assumed. But you would not-"
"Not I, but Jemayn, you forget yourself. While you flatter me, by suggesting only I would have such intuition, there are others with insight just as keen as I. One of your household could have seen...could have heard-"
"The people in that household are my family. I have treated them with naught but kindness and to think that one of them-"
"I know, I know," Taika returned softly, then quietly, "But...not all are happy or content to be here, no matter how good you are to them. A few names spring to mind..."
"Who?"
"Liesa, as you know, had an eye for Bretta and he all but ignored her. And then there is Keithana-"
Jemayn moaned, "Not her again."
"She is a Trailian," Taika pointed out smoothly, "And she too, wished to bed you, and you tossed her over as easily as Bretta tossed over Liesa because you both only had eyes for the other, which, was probably obvious to the two women in question. And, if either of them have even the slightest inkling of Sarah in them, then they would be of like mind to tell her. And!" he snapped his fingers as the idea set in, "And they were more like than not attendants to Sarah when she was in residence. So..."
Jemayn breathed out loudly, "Very well...your ideas have merit. But if we indeed have treachery in my household, I know naught how we can prove it."
"Leave it to Loren," Taika said firmly, "Those women are but child's play to a mind like hers. She will easily uncover the truth if either of them have spoken out of turn. She will get your answers for you."
Bret again heard nothing but could only assume Jemayn nodded. He thought to finally enter when Taika cleared his throat, "So...how are you and Bret?"
"I do not know what you mean."
"Oh please, you have the well satisfied look of sex about you. Tell me, did some wicked debauchery take place?"
Jemayn only laughed and Bret looked at his feet. Taika chuckled as well, a quick clap ringing out, "Most excellent. Glad to see you two getting on...or off, or-"
"Yes, yes, yes...things seem to be somewhat settled. Though I still have some questions for him."
"Oh? Why not ask him? He's right outside the door."
Bret balked, face red, as he stepped back from the stable, slightly ashamed as he heard Taika call out to him, "Come, come Bret...enter. Delight us with your pretty face!"
Bret entered, hands behind his back, eyes downcast as Jemayn asked, "How much did you hear?"
"Um...enough?"
Taika shook his head and chuckled, he had been sitting on a stack of hay but he rose to his feet, "Well, I best be off, time I went and spoke with the missus. Bret..."
Taika patted his shoulder as he left, leaving a still embarrassed Bret with Jemayn, who had his arms crossed, but an amused expression on his face, "Eavesdropping?"
Bret didn't answer.
Jemayn rolled his eyes and shook his head, "How reprehensible of you."
He walked over, bring his face close to Bret's, "I think you should be punished. Don't you?"
Bret stopped breathing, heart in his throat as Jemayn ducked his head and gave him a soft, sweet kiss. Bret's hands rose, fingers dancing lightly on the other man's shoulders and then up into his hair.
Jemayn sighed, his own arms wrapping firmly around the other man, drawing him close as the sweet kiss took on a edge of heat, mouths opening, tongues meeting. Bret shivered and felt his earlier erection swiftly returning in full force. Jemayn. He felt so good, smelled so good and it was all so...
You're getting what you want, but not what you need.
The words echoed coldly in Bret's mind.
His blood will be spilt. His skin white as ice and he will die.
Bret drew back, shivering for a whole new reason, as he looked at Jemayn.
Jemayn frowned, running a thumb along Bret's bottom lip, "What is it, my love?"
Bret shook his head, "I...I ran into this man...in the house and he said," Bret shook his head, "'S silly, just...he frightened me."
"Oh?"
"Yes, um, Eugenious?"
Jemayn frowned, "The name rings no bells. And he was in the house, you say?"
Bret's blood ran cold at Jemayn's words, "Y-Yes."
Jemayn drew away from Bret, his face set and serious, "I think it best you retire to my quarters. Stay there, until you see me again."
Bret nodded and quickly broke away from Jemayn, running again to return to the room he had just left. Once inside he paced and paced and thought over everything that had happened and everything that had been said.
The answer lies through water...but what could that mean? Bret thought he had known the answer, but he had been wrong. And if he found the answer, did that mean he would go home and if he did...
Bret thought of Jemayn's lips on his, their kiss in the barn, so, so sweet and Bret felt his heart break at the idea of not being kissed like that again. The door to Jemayn's room opened and Jemayn entered, looking grim, "Taika and I searched, but we found no one by that name in the whole household. Tell me, what did he say to you?"
Bret sat on the bed, face pale, "He-he said I can't stay here. Said I had to find the answer and he repeated what Mel told me about finding the answer through water. He said," Bret swallowed, shaking his head, eyes tearing up, "I don't want..."
Bret thought of blood and pale skin and Jemayn...dead.
Jemayn came over, sitting next to him, gathering him into his arms, "Shh, shh, there...'tis fine, you need not say more."
"I'm so confused and-and I just...I want," Bret shook his head, drawing away so he could look Jemayn in the eyes. Bret cupped Jemayn's face in both hands, voice tentative, "Can I...can I touch you like this, man?"
"You can do whatever you like, my love."
Bret felt his heart fill and break and he looked at Jemayn, one tear escaping him as he came forward quickly and kissed him. He kept peppering kisses on his mouth, words tumbling out of him, "Don't...want...to...lose...this..."
"You won't."
Bret drew away, shaking his head, "But she was right though...Mel...she was right. There's...there's this whole other world...in my head. This world where..."
Bret trailed off, self-conscious, but Jemayn ran a soothing hand along his back, "Here, tell me...tell me of this world..."
Bret slowly nodded and began. He told Jemayn all about New York - about the streets and the people and the buildings and the cars. He paused now and then to describe them, feeling he had to, and hoped that Jemayn at least had some idea of what he was talking about, some concept, as he imagined the things he talked about seemed almost fantastical to a man like him.
Then he talked about Jemaine and he tried to ignore the pang he felt at his words. It was so odd to miss someone when you were sitting next to someone else who was their exact double. Still...Jemaine and Jemayn were different and Bret found himself still missing his best friend - the one with the gruff demeanor and the glasses.
Jemayn listened patiently, not speaking a word, and once Bret reached a good stopping point he finally opened his mouth to ask a question, "So...you and your Jemaine are not lovers?"
"No, man, we're-we're just friends. That's why I was so weirded out when you came on to me," Bret blushed as he saw Jemayn about to ask another question, quickly explaining, "I mean, when you - when you kissed me. Coming on to someone...'s slang, means, you know, um...flirting with someone?" Bret tried, hoping this would make sense.
"Slang?"
"When - when you say something and it means something else?"
"I...think I understand," Jemayn said, shaking his head, then, thoughtfully, "So...what is it again I wear in this world? Glasses?"
"Yeah, on your face, like-" Bret connected his thumbs to his index fingers to make circles and put them over his eyes. Jemayn nodded, understanding, but still chuckling, "How bizarre. My vision here is true..."
"So...you believe me?" Bret breathed, finding himself nervous now that he had told Jemayn everything.
Jemayn sighed, "I believe you see such a world in your head. But...Bret...this is the real world," he touched Bret's arm, then took his hand, squeezing it, "After all, doesn't this feel real?"
Bret squeezed his hand back, heart heavy, "Yes, but...mean...New York feels real too. In my mind...it was all so...and-and I told you...it was like...I was transported here...don't-don't know how...one minute I was walking into our building, looking at a book and the next-"
"Even if your world, the one in your mind, the one of New York, is real...I question why you would dwell on it if," Jemayn trailed off, looking away from Bret, voice sad as he asked quietly, "Your Jemaine...do you love him?"
Bret felt his heart squeeze, throat tight, "I don't...no. No...mean, he doesn't...we don't...wouldn't...just...friends. Band mates..."
"Yet you lie with me," Jemayn returned, "And I look just like him."
"No, I mean, well, yes, but," Bret groaned and pulled his hand away, flopping down on the bed behind him to look at the ceiling, "'S complicated. It's like...you are the same but different and I just...dunno. I just...like you."
"Do you?"
Bret nodded, hoping maybe Jemayn saw it out of the corner of his eye, but then Jemayn spoke again, voice just as melancholy, "You have yet to tell me why you jumped into the water."
Bret let out a deep breath, closing his eyes and shaking his head, "I just...I thought I should try..."
Jemayn said nothing and Bret didn't want to continue talking but he did, "Mel said the answer was through water so-so I thought...I thought maybe jumping in the water..."
Suddenly Jemayn was over top of him on the bed, knees on either side of Bret's body, straddling him as he looked down into Bret's eyes, face foreboding, "You were trying to leave me."
"I was...trying to go home."
Jemayn's face, his voice, quickly became fierce, "You are home."
Bret squeaked, "But...New York..."
Jemayn took hold of both of Bret's wrists, drawing them over his head, grip slightly squeezing, "New York is nothing. I will not have you return to some pale imitation of me that you do not love. That does not love you."
"But-but Jemaine-"
"I told you this once," Jemayn hissed, bringing his face close, "And I will tell you again, you are my thrall. I am your master. You belong to me. In this world, in that world, in all worlds. My heart beats only for you. And yours beats only for me. I will have you. No one else. No one."
Bret gasped, Jemayn's hands clutching his wrists so hard, but right on that edge between pain and pleasure and Jemayn's body was against his, so hard and hot and full, "But...you're both-"
"As far as I am concerned, he is but some false shadow, a hideous changeling drugging your mind, trying to keep you from me...and no one shall keep you from me. You are mine," Jemayn punctuated these words with a thrust of his hips and Bret couldn't help but moan. Flip, the other man's hardness dragged deliciously against his own.
Still, Bret resisted, "'M not...a slave. Won't be...owned..."
"Oh?" Jemayn breathed, his head coming down, lips feathering along Bret's throat. Bret whimpered, nodding insolently. Jemayn licked at his Adam's apple, "You would defy me?"
"Y-Yes."
"You would like me to show you...is that it?" Jemayn's voice was a deadly whisper, "You would have me earn my right to claim you as my own?"
Bret couldn't breathe, couldn't speak, all he could seem to concentrated on was the hot, hard erection that Jemayn kept rubbing against him. A mewl left him and Jemayn continued, his lips now dusting Bret's collarbone, "Very well then...I shall have you call me Master, before all is said and done..."
Jemayn released Bret's wrists and took big handfuls of Bret's shirt, drawing it over his head, tossing it aside, his mouth claimed Bret's, his hands scouring Bret's sides before moving up, thumbs stroking his nipples. Bret gasped and whimpered, wriggling beneath the other man's weight, impossibly aroused as Jemayn's tongue dueled with his, slick and hungry and so passionate.
Bret felt overwhelmed, over come, as Jemayn took hold of his legs, drawing them apart, urging them up to wrap around his back and Bret was helpless to do nothing else. He felt opened and exposed and when Jemayn thrust full against him again he cried out.
Jemayn growled, "Close...sound out of you, yes, but not what I want to hear..."
Jemayn thrust against him again and again and Bret felt as if his mind was being pulled apart. His whole body ached with longing. He had never been so hard and he found himself wanting to beg for release, found himself wishing for things he couldn't describe. He wanted them both naked and against one another and...and...
Bret's hands, which had been flapping about almost uselessly, found themselves clawing at Jemayn's clothes, words finally coming to him in pants, "Please...please...need..."
Jemayn chuckled, "Say the words...ask me for it..."
"I..." Bret's voice broke over another cry as Jemayn bit the junction where Bret's neck met his shoulder. It hurt, but only just, and then Jemayn was licking there, soothing the pain, and Bret knew for sure he'd have a mark there.
"Did you like that, my little thrall? My branding you..."
Bret couldn't answer, the only thing leaving him now sounds of ecstasy as Jemayn blew cold breath there, his hands somehow having curled under them to grip Bret's ass, squeeze it, forcing them closer, their bodies grinding together.
"You want more...don't you?" Jemayn breathed, voice thick, "You need more...before you'll say it...you are a stubborn thing...but I shall have you."
"Won't," Bret gasped, "Won't...call you that..."
Jemayn chuckled again wickedly, "You will. I shall hear you say it..."
Bret shook his head, eyes squeezed shut tightly, "No...no..."
"Yes. I am your Master, sweet thrall...my only love..." Jemayn's voice was as tender as his hands were not. He disentangled himself from Bret, but only so he could draw off his trousers. Bret lay there, naked and aroused. Bret's eyes opened, glazed slits, and he could see himself, his cock thrusting upwards, leaking liberally and he moaned, eyes sealing shut again as his hips involuntarily thrust against the open air.
Jemayn sighed longingly, "By Odin's blood...look at you...so eager...so full of desire...if only you could appreciate it the way I do...how lovely you look right now..."
Bret felt his cheeks flaming and he finally opened his eyes, saw Jemayn staring down at him hungrily, admiring him and he whined, "You're still fully dressed...'s not fair..."
Jemayn took his wrists again and drew him up slowly, making him sit up just enough, bringing his hands to his shirt, "Here then...I can be a kind Master...undress me..."
Bret felt his fingers shaking, his breathing uneven, as he tried to make his hands work, tried to get them to cooperate, but they just seemed to claw at the material, unarticulated in their desperate need.
Jemayn chuckled darkly, amused, as he did his best to help Bret, drawing off his clothing until he too was naked, his eyes were smoky as he asked, "Are you ready now? Just say the words, just call me your Master and I shall...ease your want..."
Bret licked his lips and he wanted to say it, but, "No..."
Jemayn smiled, but the smile was sinful, dark, "Ah, stubborn to the last, hmm? Well played. I may be nothing like your Jemaine, but you are most certainly like my Bretta...you like to play games. Very well. I will accommodate you. I will take you to such a high, delicious edge you will beg me for release...and when you do...you shall call me Master..."
The sound that left Bret was a strange cross between dread and anticipation and he found himself drawing his legs up onto the bed, crawling back on it, on his knees, his back against the headboard. Jemayn too, crawled onto the bed, but his movements were graceful and sleek. He reminded Bret vaguely of a panther slowly approaching his prey, his movements measured and sure, and yet tight, coiled, as he purred, "Ah, good, right where I want you...minus one swift alteration..."
Jemayn's hands were firm, strong, as he took hold of Bret and turned him, turned his whole body, until Bret faced the headboard and the wall. Bret swallowed thickly, too lost to fully contemplate what was happening until it was too late. He belatedly remembered the two strips of silk tied to parts of the intricately carved headboard and he now found his wrists bound, his body leashed to the bed.
Jemayn's body was close behind him, Bret could feel the heat radiating off of it, and Jemayn's mouth floated right at the nape of his neck, his voice a vicious whisper, "Is this what you want? For me to take you...to thrust deep inside you. A sword in its' perfect sheath..."
Bret's eyes widened as he realized what Jemayn was talking about and he was alarmed to find desire running right along fear. He didn't think he could ever want...Jemaine had said once...he had it goin' on but he didn't want...
Jemayn's hands stroked down his back gently, voice near his ear, "You shiver...oh my love...you know I would never hurt you..."
And then he pressed a reverent necklace of kisses along the back of his neck, "I would only bring you pleasure...and have you call me what I desire..."
Bret licked his lips and he could feel himself arching back into Jemayn's touch. Jemayn wanted to...
Bret had never even conceived of this possibility and yet, now as the idea was presented to him...
Bret took in a loud breath through his nose and thought of New York. He thought of Jemaine. If this...if all of this was a dream...if it wasn't real...
No one would have to know.
And Bret, Christ...the more he thought of it...the less repulsive it became and the more it became...oh god...he wanted to.
Bret shivered again and his mind exploded with a million questions and realizations. They floated thorough him like sparkling fireworks. He wanted Jemayn to literally...
He couldn't even say the word in his mind. But he wanted it. He wanted it just like Jemayn had said...Jemayn. Deep inside him.
Bret whimpered and found himself gasping, "Won't...tell anyone?"
Jemayn laughed then, pressing a moist, open mouthed kiss right at the top of his spine, "I have told no one before, have I?"
"Mean...you won't...like...go into detail with like...Taika or someone..."
Jemayn smiled and shook his head, "Everything that happens in our bed, stays in our bed...as it always has. It is special. It is just something for you and I."
Bret swallowed and then Jemayn brought his face closer, close enough that Bret could turn his head and see him. Jemayn kissed him then, the kiss soft and pure as he said heartfully, "Bret, I love you."
Bret gasped and found his lips trembling and, flip, he was going to cry.
Jemayn seemed alarmed by this, misunderstanding, "You wish me to release you..."
"No, no, just...never heard anyone say it, 's all...least...not like that..."
"'Tis the truth."
Bret looked at him and found himself nodding, voice small, "Okay..."
"Okay?"
"Yes, yes," Bret breathed, nodding, secure in his choice, "Want you to...just-just...remember I don't...um...remember doing this before, so...you know...go...go gentle?"
Jemayn chuckled, kissing him again, "I always do."
Bret nodded to himself, reassured and yet still slightly frightened, as he heard Jemayn moving behind him. He wasn't sure what was happening. Considered he was tied to the bed, he wasn't in the best position to see much of anything, but he got the idea that Jemayn was reaching for something near the bed and then Jemayn's hand came around him, taking hold of his length.
Bret breathed out, stunned, as Jemayn's hand was slick and wet, covered with something oily that smelled sweet, his hand working tenderly, stroking his cock and Bret moaned, "Oh god..."
"Good?"
Bret found himself thrusting into Jemayn's grip, moaning as pleasure began to run through him again, spiking through his blood, "Y-yes...god...so good..."
Jemayn's hand worked the length of him, pumping him smooth and steady, his thumb brushing the head and Bret felt his body flowering with the same, overpowering lust he had felt from before. Christ, he could come from just this alone. This sharp, sweet feeling of Jemayn's hand working him.
And then he felt it...Jemayn's other hand at his back, it too, just as slick, going down, finding the entrance, a slippery finger stroking up and down before carefully moving inward.
Bret lurched forward instinctively to escape the penetration, not able to help but resist it, his body's reactions largely out of his control. But Jemayn held him fast, not allowing him much escaping room. Bret tried to stifle his cry of surprise, but couldn't and then the digit was inside him, up to the knuckle and then, slowly, inch by inch, deeper and deeper and then it moved inside him, slowly at first then more forcefully, in and out, getting him used to the idea.
And all the while, Jemayn just kept working his cock, rubbing and sliding, until Bret relaxed. The finger taking him began to move faster, harder, making him open for it. And then, almost suddenly, Jemayn twisted his hand, and suddenly, his fingertip stroked something deep inside Bret.
Bret's whole body lit up - like a match igniting a forest fire - and Bret cried out loudly at the electric feel of it, the incandescent pleasure, and he jerked away slightly, feeling the need to escape the incredible intensity of it. But Jemayn wouldn't let him. He had him trapped and Bret grabbed the headboard, moaning, clutching it like a lifeline.
And as quick as he had tried to flee it, Bret found himself now thrusting back against it, need more, needing to feel it again and it was all almost too much, "Jemayn! Fuck!"
Bret never cursed, but he heard the words leave him, and felt his blood grow even more inflamed. He was a carnal creature now, a being of lust, and he found himself craving satisfaction, release, more than anything else.
Jemayn merely grunted, hands still working, "Close...but not quite...say it...say it now, damn you, or I'll stop..."
"Can't...won't...you wouldn't..."
"I can give you more," Jemayn purred, "I can sink myself so deep inside you. I can fill you...you just need ask..."
"Oh god...can't..."
"Just say the word...and I'll give you what you want..."
"Wh-what...?"
Jemayn licked the shell of his ear, nipped at it, "You want to come, don't you?"
Bret whimpered.
"You want release...you want me...just ask me..."
"Jemayn...please..."
"Not Jemayn, little thrall..."
"Oh, oh!" Bret threw his head back, resting it on Jemayn's shoulder as Jemayn continued to work him and his lack of control only added to the frighteningly pleasurable sensations rocketing through him. His voice crying out, asking for something, when suddenly Jemayn's finger left him, but only for a second to return, slicker than before and with a friend.
Jemayn's two fingers pierced him and he shouted, trembling wildly. He felt sweat break out all over his body as Jemayn finger-fucked him into a mind-numbing pleasure. He could hear himself making low groans of delight against the headboard as he now clutched at it with all his strength. And he was close - oh so close to climax - but Jemayn's hand tightened down on his erection, slowing down his orgasm. Bret wondered distantly if a man could die from too much pleasure as his heart drummed frantically in his chest.
"Bret," Jemayn breathed and Bret knew the other man was just as over-stimulated as he was. He hadn't even pressed their bodies together, but Bret knew, and then both of Jemayn's hands drew away and Bret moaned at the loss of them.
"Shh...my thrall...my sweet love..." Jemayn whispered, his lips brushing the nape of Bret's neck and then Bret felt it, the blunt tip of Jemayn's slick cock against his backside.
Bret bit his bottom lip, shocked to hear himself gasp, "Yes...please..."
"You want this? Want me..."
"Yes..."
"Yes, what?"
Bret closed his eyes tightly, arching back, the words finally escaping him, "Yes, Master..."
Jemayn groaned and Bret twisted the knife, "Master...please...fuck me..."
Jemayn took hold of Bret's hips, his grip hard, as he thrust deep inside. Bret's throat felt almost ripped open by the volume of sound that left him as he was impaled. Jemayn gathered Bret tightly to him, his chest pressed against Bret's spine, voice shaking, "Don't move...just breathe..."
Bret forced himself to obey, sucking in a lungful of air and then Jemayn began to move. Bret let out a sob, Jemayn's hand back on his cock, stroking it again and yet still with a firm enough grip to keep him from release. All Bret could do was cling to the support of the headboard and the sturdy body behind him, his entire nervous system quailing under the flood of sensations moving through him.
Jemayn's movements were jerky at first, before becoming more smooth, more fluid and Bret found his body now instinctively doing the opposite of what it had initially thought to do. Now, instead of trying to pull away, it went forward, begging for more, thrusting backward, thrusting into it, needing Jemayn, crying out to be filled, to be...
"Oh Bret...look at you," Jemayn gasped as his hips erratically snapping against him, "You're so close...so beautiful..."
Bret sobbed, "Jemayn...please...need to..."
Jemayn kept on thrusting deep inside, moving in him, his cock brushing against that spot deep in Bret again and again until Bret felt like he'd go blind with it. Jemayn's hand loosened on Bret's length considerably, eagerly stroking again, his voice a shattered whisper, "Bret...come for me...take me with you..."
Bret's obedience was instant. He groaned low as he climaxed, the sensations washing through him as Jemayn rocked convulsively behind him, their movements frantic as they were both swallowed in the white, hot heat of release.
Slowly reality filtered back in and Bret's first rational thought in minutes was that his legs felt like rubber. They were shaking hard, and he wondered how much longer they could hold him in this kneeling position.
He wondered, too, if he'd have to pry his hands away from the headboard he clung to as Jemayn's own hands gently rubbed his abdomen comfortingly. Bret sighed, thinking fleetingly that it felt good to lie against him like this, feeling warm and safe and more satisfied than he'd ever been in his life.
For a few moments, the two of them stayed that way, enjoying the afterglow and holding each other close. Eventually though, Jemayn freed Bret, his lips brushing tender kisses over his abused wrists, as he turned the other man to face him.
Once done with his wrists, he turned his mouth to Bret's, kissing him tenderly, his eyes hooded, as he whispered, "Good?"
Bret yawned, mouth wide like a hippopotamus, as he mumbled, "Mmm...brilliant."
Jemayn chuckled, "We should get cleaned up."
Bret shook his head, dopey with the after effects of good sex, "...'m sleepeh."
Jemayn sighed, rolling his eyes, "Very well then..."
It took only a few minutes to get rearranged, and before Bret knew it, he was in a circle of Jemaine's arms, his ear pressed to the man's chest, his heartbeat a lulling song, "'Mayn..."
"Yes, Bret?"
"I mayabeen wrong..." Bret's words looped together in his sleepiness.
"Oh?"
"Mmm."
"'Bout what?"
"Mayba...I...do...love..." Bret's words trailed off as he fell into a deep sleep.