Fic : The Bloom (Grinto,NC17)
Word count : 915
Rating : R
Summary : Based on this picture and for kink bingo middle square (spanking/paddling)
Google alerts were probably a bad idea. Zach had told Jonathan this, but his boyfriend had cocked his head and smiled innocently. “There might be a really good picture of us together, and you know I love photos.”
Zach wasn’t sure that paparazzi pics qualified as album-worthy, but Jon had persisted and every now and then he forwarded what he considered good pictures to Zach, usually with smart ass comments. One such photo was sitting in his inbox right now with the message aren’t you glad you get to tap this fine ass?
It was a fine ass. Jon had worn scandalously tight pants to the Theatre World Awards, and in one photo of him on stage hugging someone, the perfectly round globes of his ass were straining through his grey cotton pants like two melons in a tablecloth. Zach felt a stirring in his groin as he looked at it, and try as he might, he couldn’t concentrate on anything else all day. He found himself getting weird looks as he held two cantaloupes in the supermarket, and had to be asked three times what his coffee order was as he drifted off in Starbucks.
By the time he got home he was hard and uncomfortable. He went to the bedroom and took off his restricting jeans, lying on the bed where the sheets were cool and he could relieve the tightness in his balls. He laid a tentative hand on his cock and moaned as discomfort quickly started to fade. Suddenly his ears tuned into a rattling and scraping and he realised it was Jon trying and failing to open his front door. He instinctively scrambled to dress himself before he realised he didn’t have to. He spread his legs and palmed his dick shamelessly, waiting for Jon to find him like that.
He tracked the sounds Jon made as he moved through the house, the front door closing, the first call of his name, the keys hitting the hall table, and finally the door handle turning as Jon poked his head through and raised his eyebrows. “Well hello!
“Hello google boy, get over here.” Zach stretched, swiping his hair back off his forehead. “You sent me that photo on purpose because you knew I’d be thinking about that ass all day.”
Jonathan blushed a little but gave his coquette smile. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He turned his back to Zach and bent over to untie his shoes. “It’s not my fault you’re so easy to distract.”
Zach jumped off the bed and reached around to undo Jon’s pants. “You’re right, now let me see that behind.”
Jon tried to straighten up but Zach laid hands on his back to stop him. “I don’t think so, you little flirt. Stay there, touch your toes.”
Jon silently obeyed and Zach pulled his boyfriend’s pants down, moving his hands back up Jon’s legs to hold that sweet ass in his hands. He pulled down Jon’s boxers and stood back, admiring the view. “I think you were very naughty to send me that picture Jonathan.”
Jon flinched a little at the use of his full name, and Zach knew that he understood. “I’m going to punish you for being so bad. You agree that that would be fair, don’t you?”
“Yes” Jon said breathlessly.
Zach stroked Jon’s ass with one open hand before quickly drawing it back and slapping him hard. Jon gasped but Zach knew he could take a lot more, and that he wanted to. They didn’t have safety words, they weren’t that far in. If Jon said stop, he stopped. Zach traced the red bloom on Jon’s ass with gentle fingers before slapping him again. He always started with his right hand, where he had less power, but Jon was colouring up so nicely he wanted to add some of that deep pink to his other cheek. He drew back his left hand and administered three quick slaps.
The sight of Jon bent fully over with his ass pink as a sunrise was too beautiful for Zach to resist. He went to his knees and set his lips over the skin, finding it pleasingly hot to touch. Normally he would carry on until Jon was hard and begging for him but he had other ways of achieving that. He set his big hands on Jon’s ass cheeks and pulled them apart, diving in with his tongue as he gripped the sore skin. Jon moaned,his cries amplified by the position he was in which forced all the air from his lungs. Zach was relentless with his tongue and pinched Jon’s backside hard. It was all over for Jon when Zach reached around to give the gentlest tug on his cock. He came hard, come arching up onto his chest and threatening to drip onto his face.
Zach stood and stepped back again, admiring his work. “You can straighten up now Jon, I think you’ve learned your lesson.”
Jon paused for a second as if he wasn’t able to send the message to his brain to move. Eventually he knelt and got up from that position, gently unfolding his aching body. His cheeks were flushed from the blood rushing to his head and he stumbled a little. Zach caught him in his arms and pulled him close, rubbing the muscles in Jon’s shoulders as he held him. He reminded himself to set up that google alert first thing the next morning.