To Be Noticed (1/1)
Title: To Be Noticed
Author: wakingnitemarex / hatemetoday_xx
Rating/Warning: NC-17 and dub!con that is possibly closer to some form of sexual assault
Pairing: Cohnstro
Disclaimer: If this isn't fiction, I will cry.
Summary: Jason Castro is the insecure boy who just wants his roommates to like him. Michael and David are the roommates who are just sick enough to take advantage of this fault. Or are they really aiming for something deeper?
Prompts: Word; blinfold. Sentance; "Be a good boy, and do what you're told."
Author's Notes: The is written as an "entry" for the fic contest over at cohnstro. Also, the ending is really out there, and probably unrealistic. It wasn't at all what I was aiming for, but it just happened, so that's how it's staying. I'm not really sure how much I like it, and I debated for a few days over wether or not I was going to post it, something I don't usually do, so that's probably saying something. Hope you like it anyways.
"Hey, Jason. C'mere for a sec."
Jason's head snaps up from the book he is reading at the sound of David's voice. He stands, and makes his way out to the living room, leaving his book on his bed. "What's up?", he asks, his voice shy.
"C'mere."
Jason does as he is told. He stops in front of David, and raises an eyebrow.
David just smiles, "Close your eyes."
Confusion. "Why?"
Agitation. "Just do it, Jason."
Jason closes his eyes slowly.
"Good boy."
And then there's something touching the skin of his face, and he twitches away, opening his eyes to see only darkness. Something is being pulled tight around his head, and he feels the knot being tied at the back. "H-hey.. what are you..doing?" He stumbles, and reaches his hands up to untie the blindfold, but someone grabs his hands roughly.
"Get on your knees." And that's Michael's accent. When did he get there?
Jason just stays still, too confused, and if he was willing to admit it, too scared, to move. "W-why?"
That earns him a rough tug to his hair. "Jason, just be a good boy and do what you're told. No one likes a brat."
And this is when things get hard. Something.. something is wrong here. Definitely wrong. Jason should try to leave. Right? But.. but he wants his roommates to like him. It's been two weeks, and, sure, they talk to him, but David and Michael already seem like they've known each other forever. Jason isn't that close with either of them, but he'd like to be. He doesn't want them to not like him. He wants them to like him, right?
There's a difference between liking someone, and using someone as a sex slave.
That's the smarter part of Jason's brain, but he shakes it away. There's no guarantee that that's what's going to happen. Maybe they're just fucking with him.
If they're just fucking with you, they'll make fun of you for obeying them.
Jason doesn't know what to do, but he slowly lets himself sink down to his knees.
"There's a good boy," and that's Michael whispering into his ear. He thinks the man's in front of him, but he's not sure. He hears movement, a zipper coming undone, and then more movement.
"Open your mouth, Jase."
An order, not a request, and Jason shivers. You want them to like you he tells himself again, maybe they'll like you if you do what they ask.. no one likes a brat, remember? Jason opens his mouth slowly, and he barely has time to breath before something hard and fleshy is thrust inside. He gags as whoever it is pushes their cock in deeper. He knows what he's expected to do, and he figures that if he does it before they ask, maybe he'll get bonus points or ..something. Nervously, he runs his tongue over the underside of the cock, and he hears a moan that is distinctly Australian. Michael. He doesn't even know how he knows how to do this, but he must be doing it right, because Michael is moaning more, and practically fucking Jason's mouth, making him gag every few seconds. When he releases himself into Jason's mouth, Jason gags harder than ever, practically choking on the cum.
Michael pulls out of him, and he gasps for air, only to have his mouth intruded again. He chokes, his entire body tensing violently, as his hands move to push the person away. Whoever it is pulls back a bit so that he isn't so deep, and there's a hand gently petting his hair. "I'm sorry. Shh, I'm sorry. It's okay, now." And that's David, because there's no accent, and he's more gentle. Still rough, but not like Michael.
David's moans are quieter, softer, and he continues to gently caress Jason's hair and cheek. The only really rough movement he makes is when he grabs the back of Jason's head, holding him there while he cums down Jason's throat. He pulls himself out, and even kisses Jason's forehead before he walks away, or steps back, or.. something. Jason isn't sure.
Jason just kneels there, his head bowed, and his eyes trained to the ground, not that he can see it anyway. He doesn't risk trying to undo the blindfold. It feels like forever that he's just sitting there, and he realizes that his eyes are burning with tears. He prays that the blindfold will absorb them before either of the men notice. He doesn't want them to think he's weak for crying.
"You're not so bad, kid." And that's Michael again, behind Jason this time. He presses his lips to Jason's shoulder. "Wow. You're tense." He kneads gently at Jason's shoulders, and down his back. And then something bumps against his lips again, and he flinches back, letting out a weak whimper. He didn't mean to, it just happened. He's terrified for a moment, thinking he's probably made them angry again.
There's a hand on his cheek, holding him gently in place. "It's okay." David again. "It's just orange juice. I promise. Something to wash the taste away with. Just juice." There's something in David's voice when he's speaking, like he's talking to a child. Jason's not sure if he likes it, but it's better than them being angry with him.
This time when the glass is brought to his lips, David helps him tilt his head back a little so he can swallow it. David was telling the truth, it's just orange juice, and it does help, a little, with removing the taste. He takes another large swallow before David sets it aside. Michael is still massaging him gently, and he feels himself relaxing a bit. David reaches around and unties the blindfold, and lets it fall away from Jason's eyes.
Jason blinks rapidly, then brings his hands up to rub at his eyes. The blindfold had been tight, it had hurt. He lets his hands fall away, his gaze still trained to the ground. And now that he's free, now that he can see the knees of the man kneeling before him, the hands on his shoulders, his shields break down, and the tears flow out rapidly. He doesn't sob though, he is silent. But the tears landing on his jeans, darkening the fabric, give him away. And it's David's chest that he's being crushed against now, and that's Michael rubbing his back soothingly, and Jason just doesn't understand.
"I'm sorry," David whispers, "We're sorry." He strokes Jason's hair gently. "It.. it was wrong, we know..but. we didn't.. we didn't know how else ..to break you out of your shell."
"We figured.. if we've seen you at your worst.. you can be more comfortable around us the rest of the time." Michael hugs him from behind. "I'm sorry we scared you. And hurt you."
Jason's tears gradually come to a stop, and he pulls back, wiping his eyes on the back of his hand. He sniffs. "I..it's okay."
And, maybe it's odd, or sick, or just plain wrong, maybe Jason's just a fool, or maybe his insecurity has dropped him into a trap, but from that moment on, the three men are damn near inseparable. The very best of friends, closer than any of the other contestants. Jason smiles when he realizes this. He's included now, he's part of things. He's not the one standing on the outside, looking in.
He doesn't approve of what Michael and David did. No, all three men have decided that it was wrong, and that it can never be done to anyone again, but Jason is thankful for it, in his own little way. Michael was right, he is more comfortable around them, now. He knows that they'll never hurt him again, never touch him again if he doesn't want it, and that makes him smile. They make him smile.
Funny the way things work out.
Hope the ending wasn't too awkward.
Author: wakingnitemarex / hatemetoday_xx
Rating/Warning: NC-17 and dub!con that is possibly closer to some form of sexual assault
Pairing: Cohnstro
Disclaimer: If this isn't fiction, I will cry.
Summary: Jason Castro is the insecure boy who just wants his roommates to like him. Michael and David are the roommates who are just sick enough to take advantage of this fault. Or are they really aiming for something deeper?
Prompts: Word; blinfold. Sentance; "Be a good boy, and do what you're told."
Author's Notes: The is written as an "entry" for the fic contest over at cohnstro. Also, the ending is really out there, and probably unrealistic. It wasn't at all what I was aiming for, but it just happened, so that's how it's staying. I'm not really sure how much I like it, and I debated for a few days over wether or not I was going to post it, something I don't usually do, so that's probably saying something. Hope you like it anyways.
"Hey, Jason. C'mere for a sec."
Jason's head snaps up from the book he is reading at the sound of David's voice. He stands, and makes his way out to the living room, leaving his book on his bed. "What's up?", he asks, his voice shy.
"C'mere."
Jason does as he is told. He stops in front of David, and raises an eyebrow.
David just smiles, "Close your eyes."
Confusion. "Why?"
Agitation. "Just do it, Jason."
Jason closes his eyes slowly.
"Good boy."
And then there's something touching the skin of his face, and he twitches away, opening his eyes to see only darkness. Something is being pulled tight around his head, and he feels the knot being tied at the back. "H-hey.. what are you..doing?" He stumbles, and reaches his hands up to untie the blindfold, but someone grabs his hands roughly.
"Get on your knees." And that's Michael's accent. When did he get there?
Jason just stays still, too confused, and if he was willing to admit it, too scared, to move. "W-why?"
That earns him a rough tug to his hair. "Jason, just be a good boy and do what you're told. No one likes a brat."
And this is when things get hard. Something.. something is wrong here. Definitely wrong. Jason should try to leave. Right? But.. but he wants his roommates to like him. It's been two weeks, and, sure, they talk to him, but David and Michael already seem like they've known each other forever. Jason isn't that close with either of them, but he'd like to be. He doesn't want them to not like him. He wants them to like him, right?
There's a difference between liking someone, and using someone as a sex slave.
That's the smarter part of Jason's brain, but he shakes it away. There's no guarantee that that's what's going to happen. Maybe they're just fucking with him.
If they're just fucking with you, they'll make fun of you for obeying them.
Jason doesn't know what to do, but he slowly lets himself sink down to his knees.
"There's a good boy," and that's Michael whispering into his ear. He thinks the man's in front of him, but he's not sure. He hears movement, a zipper coming undone, and then more movement.
"Open your mouth, Jase."
An order, not a request, and Jason shivers. You want them to like you he tells himself again, maybe they'll like you if you do what they ask.. no one likes a brat, remember? Jason opens his mouth slowly, and he barely has time to breath before something hard and fleshy is thrust inside. He gags as whoever it is pushes their cock in deeper. He knows what he's expected to do, and he figures that if he does it before they ask, maybe he'll get bonus points or ..something. Nervously, he runs his tongue over the underside of the cock, and he hears a moan that is distinctly Australian. Michael. He doesn't even know how he knows how to do this, but he must be doing it right, because Michael is moaning more, and practically fucking Jason's mouth, making him gag every few seconds. When he releases himself into Jason's mouth, Jason gags harder than ever, practically choking on the cum.
Michael pulls out of him, and he gasps for air, only to have his mouth intruded again. He chokes, his entire body tensing violently, as his hands move to push the person away. Whoever it is pulls back a bit so that he isn't so deep, and there's a hand gently petting his hair. "I'm sorry. Shh, I'm sorry. It's okay, now." And that's David, because there's no accent, and he's more gentle. Still rough, but not like Michael.
David's moans are quieter, softer, and he continues to gently caress Jason's hair and cheek. The only really rough movement he makes is when he grabs the back of Jason's head, holding him there while he cums down Jason's throat. He pulls himself out, and even kisses Jason's forehead before he walks away, or steps back, or.. something. Jason isn't sure.
Jason just kneels there, his head bowed, and his eyes trained to the ground, not that he can see it anyway. He doesn't risk trying to undo the blindfold. It feels like forever that he's just sitting there, and he realizes that his eyes are burning with tears. He prays that the blindfold will absorb them before either of the men notice. He doesn't want them to think he's weak for crying.
"You're not so bad, kid." And that's Michael again, behind Jason this time. He presses his lips to Jason's shoulder. "Wow. You're tense." He kneads gently at Jason's shoulders, and down his back. And then something bumps against his lips again, and he flinches back, letting out a weak whimper. He didn't mean to, it just happened. He's terrified for a moment, thinking he's probably made them angry again.
There's a hand on his cheek, holding him gently in place. "It's okay." David again. "It's just orange juice. I promise. Something to wash the taste away with. Just juice." There's something in David's voice when he's speaking, like he's talking to a child. Jason's not sure if he likes it, but it's better than them being angry with him.
This time when the glass is brought to his lips, David helps him tilt his head back a little so he can swallow it. David was telling the truth, it's just orange juice, and it does help, a little, with removing the taste. He takes another large swallow before David sets it aside. Michael is still massaging him gently, and he feels himself relaxing a bit. David reaches around and unties the blindfold, and lets it fall away from Jason's eyes.
Jason blinks rapidly, then brings his hands up to rub at his eyes. The blindfold had been tight, it had hurt. He lets his hands fall away, his gaze still trained to the ground. And now that he's free, now that he can see the knees of the man kneeling before him, the hands on his shoulders, his shields break down, and the tears flow out rapidly. He doesn't sob though, he is silent. But the tears landing on his jeans, darkening the fabric, give him away. And it's David's chest that he's being crushed against now, and that's Michael rubbing his back soothingly, and Jason just doesn't understand.
"I'm sorry," David whispers, "We're sorry." He strokes Jason's hair gently. "It.. it was wrong, we know..but. we didn't.. we didn't know how else ..to break you out of your shell."
"We figured.. if we've seen you at your worst.. you can be more comfortable around us the rest of the time." Michael hugs him from behind. "I'm sorry we scared you. And hurt you."
Jason's tears gradually come to a stop, and he pulls back, wiping his eyes on the back of his hand. He sniffs. "I..it's okay."
And, maybe it's odd, or sick, or just plain wrong, maybe Jason's just a fool, or maybe his insecurity has dropped him into a trap, but from that moment on, the three men are damn near inseparable. The very best of friends, closer than any of the other contestants. Jason smiles when he realizes this. He's included now, he's part of things. He's not the one standing on the outside, looking in.
He doesn't approve of what Michael and David did. No, all three men have decided that it was wrong, and that it can never be done to anyone again, but Jason is thankful for it, in his own little way. Michael was right, he is more comfortable around them, now. He knows that they'll never hurt him again, never touch him again if he doesn't want it, and that makes him smile. They make him smile.
Funny the way things work out.
Hope the ending wasn't too awkward.