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Dec. 25th, 2014 12:45 am"You're in good hands with Noah," Arthur assured, patting Raylan firmly on the shoulder. "I've known him for years. There's more than one top in this city who owes his technique to Noah."
"Aw, shit, Arthur," Noah said, grinning as he opened the door to a private room. "You'll make me blush."
The room contained a couple of chairs and a pretty bare bed -- there was a sheet on it, and pillows, but no blanket and the mattress underneath was vinyl. There was also a cabinet full of supplies. Arthur grabbed one of the chairs and set it by the wall to sit down. He was just here to supervise, just in case. Noah getting in over his head was unlikely, hence why Arthur had introduced Raylan to him, but not impossible.
Raylan sat on the edge of the bed, and Noah sat in another chair. "So," Noah said. "You came to try domming. You lookin' to get laid along with?" he asked, tone not loaded or suggestive in any way. It was just a question, establishing boundaries. "Or you wanna keep it simple? Some people like to keep kink and sex separate, 'specially at first."
"Well, everything I've done was sexual, with a guy I was sleepin' with. So that's kinda what I know."
"All right," Noah said, nodding. "That's fine. Ain't gonna be no hardship, takin' cock from you," Noah said, looking Raylan over with a grin.
"Much obliged," Raylan said with a smirk.
"So what happened with your boyfriend? Did he-"
"He wasn't my boyfriend."
Noah raised both hands. "No presumptions meant, it's just shorter than guy you were fuckin'. How'd you get started on this with your friend?"
Raylan rubbed the back of his neck. "I call my friends 'boy' sometimes. Turned out he really liked bein' called boy, to the point I couldn't call him it 'less I was tryin' to get him going. One night he let 'sir' slip in response." He shrugged. "Kinda went downhill from there," he said, giving a squinty-eyed smile.
Noah smiled. "So how far did y'all take it?"
Raylan shrugged. "What counts as far?"
"Did you ever do any impact play? Hittin' each other?"
"Few times," Raylan said. "He liked gettin' slapped in the face." Raylan didn't mention that it turned out he'd liked it too. "He liked it when I was...mean. He liked me kinda...actin' like I was a threat to him."
"And did you like actin' like a threat to him?"
"I liked that he liked it," Raylan said. "Less about what I was doin' specifically and more about watchin' him melt for it."
"All right, that makes sense," Noah said with a laugh. "You can act that way with me, if you want, maybe less intense though."
"Is that what you like?"
"What I like is more..." He trailed off, thoughtful.
"You like control," Arthur piped up.
"Yes," Noah said, pointing at him. "That's the word I was lookin' for. What I'll teach you, if ya let me, is control."
"Taught control to a lot of guys, have ya?" Raylan asked, arching an eyebrow.
Noah nodded and grinned. "Yeah," he said. "Yeah, I have. Does that make you wanna punish me?"
Something clicked in Raylan's mind. They were starting, then? "Yeah," he said, nodding, tongue flicking out to wet his lips. "Yeah, it does."
Noah came off the chair, sliding to his knees in front of Raylan like he was born to be there.
"Aw, shit, Arthur," Noah said, grinning as he opened the door to a private room. "You'll make me blush."
The room contained a couple of chairs and a pretty bare bed -- there was a sheet on it, and pillows, but no blanket and the mattress underneath was vinyl. There was also a cabinet full of supplies. Arthur grabbed one of the chairs and set it by the wall to sit down. He was just here to supervise, just in case. Noah getting in over his head was unlikely, hence why Arthur had introduced Raylan to him, but not impossible.
Raylan sat on the edge of the bed, and Noah sat in another chair. "So," Noah said. "You came to try domming. You lookin' to get laid along with?" he asked, tone not loaded or suggestive in any way. It was just a question, establishing boundaries. "Or you wanna keep it simple? Some people like to keep kink and sex separate, 'specially at first."
"Well, everything I've done was sexual, with a guy I was sleepin' with. So that's kinda what I know."
"All right," Noah said, nodding. "That's fine. Ain't gonna be no hardship, takin' cock from you," Noah said, looking Raylan over with a grin.
"Much obliged," Raylan said with a smirk.
"So what happened with your boyfriend? Did he-"
"He wasn't my boyfriend."
Noah raised both hands. "No presumptions meant, it's just shorter than guy you were fuckin'. How'd you get started on this with your friend?"
Raylan rubbed the back of his neck. "I call my friends 'boy' sometimes. Turned out he really liked bein' called boy, to the point I couldn't call him it 'less I was tryin' to get him going. One night he let 'sir' slip in response." He shrugged. "Kinda went downhill from there," he said, giving a squinty-eyed smile.
Noah smiled. "So how far did y'all take it?"
Raylan shrugged. "What counts as far?"
"Did you ever do any impact play? Hittin' each other?"
"Few times," Raylan said. "He liked gettin' slapped in the face." Raylan didn't mention that it turned out he'd liked it too. "He liked it when I was...mean. He liked me kinda...actin' like I was a threat to him."
"And did you like actin' like a threat to him?"
"I liked that he liked it," Raylan said. "Less about what I was doin' specifically and more about watchin' him melt for it."
"All right, that makes sense," Noah said with a laugh. "You can act that way with me, if you want, maybe less intense though."
"Is that what you like?"
"What I like is more..." He trailed off, thoughtful.
"You like control," Arthur piped up.
"Yes," Noah said, pointing at him. "That's the word I was lookin' for. What I'll teach you, if ya let me, is control."
"Taught control to a lot of guys, have ya?" Raylan asked, arching an eyebrow.
Noah nodded and grinned. "Yeah," he said. "Yeah, I have. Does that make you wanna punish me?"
Something clicked in Raylan's mind. They were starting, then? "Yeah," he said, nodding, tongue flicking out to wet his lips. "Yeah, it does."
Noah came off the chair, sliding to his knees in front of Raylan like he was born to be there.
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Sep. 9th, 2014 11:13 pmMiddle of nowhere Arizona had no cell phone reception. Surprise.
The tour bus was driving from New Mexico to California, for a show in Los Angeles before they cut north. They'd left at six in the morning, with the entire band stumbling onto the bus in pajamas and immediately going back to sleep in their various bunks. The cab of the bus had a two-person bunk above it, mostly used for storage. Then there was a living area, then the kitchen, then the bunks, three high on one side and two high on the other. The twins had the two, with the heating and air system taking up the space under Melinda. Noah had the top bunk on the other side, then Tim, then Adrian, their manager, on the bottom. Adrian didn't sleep on the bus very often, being a functional human being who could get up at a normal human hour, but he traveled on the bus, so he got a bunk. Behind the bunks was the bathroom, then behind that the space they used for writing music.
It was about noon now. Noah could hear the twins in the back, noodling around on instruments quietly and generically bickering. Adrian would be up in the cab, riding shotgun with the driver -- normally he'd be up there working on his laptop, but in the absence of internet he was probably making conversation or playing SimCity or something. Tim was playing a game on the couches, Mass Effect from the sound of the gunfire. Noah had only emerged from his bunk long enough to use the bathroom and grab a magazine someone had left, but he'd spied Tim in the front wearing one of his henleys and that was enough to prevent the morning wood going away. Awesome.
Noah bit his lip as he found a picture of Tim in the magazine. He was hooting at the audience, with a look in his eyes like 'yeah, fuckers, come on, scream with me.' He was in a black henley (asshole) and jeans, and he was leaning forward a little through his hips, like he was trying to thrust into his guitar. The blue and black of the stage and lights behind him created a striking backdrop, though Tim was lit clearly. There was only one logical response to this picture.
He was starting to arch into his hand when the curtain to his bunk was flung open and Tim stopped midsentence. Noah didn't even try to pretend he'd been doing something else, not with Tim. "Oh my god," he was saying. "On the bus? Seriously?"
"I'm bein' quiet!" Noah protested. "Dude, if you think that everyone with a bunk has not masturbated on this bus multiple times, at least once at the same time, you have got another thing coming."
"The same time?"
"It was the twins. They didn't realize and I did not tell 'em."
Tim crossed his arms, and Noah could see from his posture that he had one hip cocked out. "I have never jerked it on this bus and I'm takin' that as a badge of pride now."
He was at least keeping his voice relatively quiet. "Adrian's done it too," he pointed out.
"Why do you listen so hard??"
"Who says I'm listenin' hard?"
"I ain't never noticed any a' this."
"Oh my god. Are you gonna get in here and help me with this or not?" He held up the magazine, showing what he'd been looking at.
"Well, flattered as I am to be your spank material..."
"Aw, come on, baby." Noah started stroking himself again.
"No. I'm gonna wait til we get to a hotel and then I'm gonna blow your mind," he said, cocking an eyebrow.
The idea of Tim blowing his mind made Noah shiver, but he heard the no. "You leave me no choice..." He closed his eyes, composing himself for a second, then opened them again, looking as pitiful as possible at Tim.
Tim just stared at him for a minute, eyes narrowed slightly. "Don't gimme that face."
Noah threw in the pout, too.
"What did I say?"
Noah moved back, making room in his bunk for a second person. Tim sighed loudly at him, then started climbing in, making Noah grin happily.
He was pulling his hand away from his cock, in anticipation of Tim's hand or mouth, but Tim grabbed his wrist. "Uh uh. Keep goin'."
Noah licked his lips and kept stroking himself, a question in his eyes. Tim just grinned and kissed him. At first it was just this series of brief little pecks that made Noah pant and had him leaning forward, needy for more. The tease went straight to his cock, making him whimper a little.
"Mm, check you out, slut." Only then did Noah get a deeper kiss, trying to keep his moan quiet. He was stroking himself fast now, already desperate and needy. He couldn't help it, his boyfriend was so impossibly hot. One of Tim's hands came down to squeeze his ass, making Noah whimper again.
"Look at that. Couldn't even make it to a hotel, had to jerk it on the bus. What a little whore."
"Yeah," Noah breathed, burying his face against Tim's neck. "Please..."
"Please what, slut?"
"Wanna come," Noah gasped.
"Not yet."
Noah groaned, only belatedly remembering to stay quiet. Tim smacked his ass sharply as a warning, then slid his hand down the back of Noah's pajamas, one dry finger pressing against his hole.
"Too bad you're such a slut, cause I was gonna cuff you and suck your cock when we got to the hotel. Bet you're gonna miss my mouth on your cock, suckin' just the way you like it." He leaned down to lick Noah's neck, then bite sharply, eliciting a little yelp. "Now you gotta beg just to get my cock and maybe if you're nice and good I'll let you suck me off. And if I'm in a good mood you might get fucked by mornin'." Noah gasped as the tip of Tim's finger pushed into him, enough to make Noah's hips roll back. "I'm in a pretty good mood."
Noah couldn't help it anymore, he whined and came inside his pajamas, rutting against Tim's leg even with his hand in the way. He heard Tim murmur "moan for me" and muffled a needy moan in Tim's chest, still riding it out. Tim kept that finger just inside him until Noah had gone limp, kissing him as he took his hand back.
Tim started to pull away, but Noah clung to him.
"What, I can't go wash my hands?"
Noah reached behind himself and handed over a bottle of strawberry cheesecake scented hand sanitizer. Tim just laughed and flipped the top open, chemical sweet smell filling the bunk as he poured a bit into his hand.
"You get this from Melinda?"
Noah shrugged. He couldn't really remember.
"Want your jeans yet?"
Noah shook his head.
"Just want me to stay a minute?"
Noah nodded, arm tight around Tim's chest. Tim arranged them so they could lay more comfortably, then nodded.
"I can do that."
The tour bus was driving from New Mexico to California, for a show in Los Angeles before they cut north. They'd left at six in the morning, with the entire band stumbling onto the bus in pajamas and immediately going back to sleep in their various bunks. The cab of the bus had a two-person bunk above it, mostly used for storage. Then there was a living area, then the kitchen, then the bunks, three high on one side and two high on the other. The twins had the two, with the heating and air system taking up the space under Melinda. Noah had the top bunk on the other side, then Tim, then Adrian, their manager, on the bottom. Adrian didn't sleep on the bus very often, being a functional human being who could get up at a normal human hour, but he traveled on the bus, so he got a bunk. Behind the bunks was the bathroom, then behind that the space they used for writing music.
It was about noon now. Noah could hear the twins in the back, noodling around on instruments quietly and generically bickering. Adrian would be up in the cab, riding shotgun with the driver -- normally he'd be up there working on his laptop, but in the absence of internet he was probably making conversation or playing SimCity or something. Tim was playing a game on the couches, Mass Effect from the sound of the gunfire. Noah had only emerged from his bunk long enough to use the bathroom and grab a magazine someone had left, but he'd spied Tim in the front wearing one of his henleys and that was enough to prevent the morning wood going away. Awesome.
Noah bit his lip as he found a picture of Tim in the magazine. He was hooting at the audience, with a look in his eyes like 'yeah, fuckers, come on, scream with me.' He was in a black henley (asshole) and jeans, and he was leaning forward a little through his hips, like he was trying to thrust into his guitar. The blue and black of the stage and lights behind him created a striking backdrop, though Tim was lit clearly. There was only one logical response to this picture.
He was starting to arch into his hand when the curtain to his bunk was flung open and Tim stopped midsentence. Noah didn't even try to pretend he'd been doing something else, not with Tim. "Oh my god," he was saying. "On the bus? Seriously?"
"I'm bein' quiet!" Noah protested. "Dude, if you think that everyone with a bunk has not masturbated on this bus multiple times, at least once at the same time, you have got another thing coming."
"The same time?"
"It was the twins. They didn't realize and I did not tell 'em."
Tim crossed his arms, and Noah could see from his posture that he had one hip cocked out. "I have never jerked it on this bus and I'm takin' that as a badge of pride now."
He was at least keeping his voice relatively quiet. "Adrian's done it too," he pointed out.
"Why do you listen so hard??"
"Who says I'm listenin' hard?"
"I ain't never noticed any a' this."
"Oh my god. Are you gonna get in here and help me with this or not?" He held up the magazine, showing what he'd been looking at.
"Well, flattered as I am to be your spank material..."
"Aw, come on, baby." Noah started stroking himself again.
"No. I'm gonna wait til we get to a hotel and then I'm gonna blow your mind," he said, cocking an eyebrow.
The idea of Tim blowing his mind made Noah shiver, but he heard the no. "You leave me no choice..." He closed his eyes, composing himself for a second, then opened them again, looking as pitiful as possible at Tim.
Tim just stared at him for a minute, eyes narrowed slightly. "Don't gimme that face."
Noah threw in the pout, too.
"What did I say?"
Noah moved back, making room in his bunk for a second person. Tim sighed loudly at him, then started climbing in, making Noah grin happily.
He was pulling his hand away from his cock, in anticipation of Tim's hand or mouth, but Tim grabbed his wrist. "Uh uh. Keep goin'."
Noah licked his lips and kept stroking himself, a question in his eyes. Tim just grinned and kissed him. At first it was just this series of brief little pecks that made Noah pant and had him leaning forward, needy for more. The tease went straight to his cock, making him whimper a little.
"Mm, check you out, slut." Only then did Noah get a deeper kiss, trying to keep his moan quiet. He was stroking himself fast now, already desperate and needy. He couldn't help it, his boyfriend was so impossibly hot. One of Tim's hands came down to squeeze his ass, making Noah whimper again.
"Look at that. Couldn't even make it to a hotel, had to jerk it on the bus. What a little whore."
"Yeah," Noah breathed, burying his face against Tim's neck. "Please..."
"Please what, slut?"
"Wanna come," Noah gasped.
"Not yet."
Noah groaned, only belatedly remembering to stay quiet. Tim smacked his ass sharply as a warning, then slid his hand down the back of Noah's pajamas, one dry finger pressing against his hole.
"Too bad you're such a slut, cause I was gonna cuff you and suck your cock when we got to the hotel. Bet you're gonna miss my mouth on your cock, suckin' just the way you like it." He leaned down to lick Noah's neck, then bite sharply, eliciting a little yelp. "Now you gotta beg just to get my cock and maybe if you're nice and good I'll let you suck me off. And if I'm in a good mood you might get fucked by mornin'." Noah gasped as the tip of Tim's finger pushed into him, enough to make Noah's hips roll back. "I'm in a pretty good mood."
Noah couldn't help it anymore, he whined and came inside his pajamas, rutting against Tim's leg even with his hand in the way. He heard Tim murmur "moan for me" and muffled a needy moan in Tim's chest, still riding it out. Tim kept that finger just inside him until Noah had gone limp, kissing him as he took his hand back.
Tim started to pull away, but Noah clung to him.
"What, I can't go wash my hands?"
Noah reached behind himself and handed over a bottle of strawberry cheesecake scented hand sanitizer. Tim just laughed and flipped the top open, chemical sweet smell filling the bunk as he poured a bit into his hand.
"You get this from Melinda?"
Noah shrugged. He couldn't really remember.
"Want your jeans yet?"
Noah shook his head.
"Just want me to stay a minute?"
Noah nodded, arm tight around Tim's chest. Tim arranged them so they could lay more comfortably, then nodded.
"I can do that."
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Jun. 10th, 2014 03:57 amJamie came through the door of Jae's house to find Suze right there in the front room. She was sitting down and doing something on a tablet, but she looked up and smiled when she saw Jamie.
"Hey there," she said, putting the tablet to sleep and setting it aside as she stood up and came toward Jamie. He didn't speak, just dropped to his knees and pressed his face into Suze's stomach.
"That bad, huh?" she asked softly, running her fingers over Jamie's hair. She felt his thick arms come up around her waist and sighed, letting him cling to her slim frame for a minute. She'd have signed something to him -- she could see the bright orange of a pair of foam plugs blocking his ears -- but she only knew a few signs and the closest she knew was the one for 'no.' So instead she tugged his hair until he tilted back to look up at her, speaking loudly and clearly.
"Go upstairs," she instructed. "Take your clothes off and tie yourself." There were cuffs attached to the bed and to the wall that Jamie could fasten on himself. He knew which place she wanted him in, because if it had been the bed, she'd have said so. "Okay?"
Jamie nodded and turned his head, seeking her hand to nuzzle into it and kiss the palm. Suze let her thumb sweep over his cheekbone, then took a half-step back, gesturing to the stairs.
"Hey there," she said, putting the tablet to sleep and setting it aside as she stood up and came toward Jamie. He didn't speak, just dropped to his knees and pressed his face into Suze's stomach.
"That bad, huh?" she asked softly, running her fingers over Jamie's hair. She felt his thick arms come up around her waist and sighed, letting him cling to her slim frame for a minute. She'd have signed something to him -- she could see the bright orange of a pair of foam plugs blocking his ears -- but she only knew a few signs and the closest she knew was the one for 'no.' So instead she tugged his hair until he tilted back to look up at her, speaking loudly and clearly.
"Go upstairs," she instructed. "Take your clothes off and tie yourself." There were cuffs attached to the bed and to the wall that Jamie could fasten on himself. He knew which place she wanted him in, because if it had been the bed, she'd have said so. "Okay?"
Jamie nodded and turned his head, seeking her hand to nuzzle into it and kiss the palm. Suze let her thumb sweep over his cheekbone, then took a half-step back, gesturing to the stairs.
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May. 12th, 2014 06:29 pmSariah was woken suddenly by being yanked to the edge of the bed and flipped, so she was bent over it. She was still adjusting to the idea that she was awake and not dreaming when something was shoved inside her, making her moan.
Her head turned so she could give an unamused glance to Luke behind her, the warmth of his skin against her ass making sure she knew exactly what was inside her. He just grinned down at her and gave a few hard thrusts, then bent to whisper in her ear. "Gonna make you come all over me, pretty girl," he said. Sariah was wet enough for it to feel good and shocked enough for it to be a turn-on, so it wasn't going to take very long for Luke to make her come. He knew how to play her body like a piano, and when he set out to make her scream like this instead of letting her run the show, he always succeeded. He knew the angle to reach down between her legs, the rhythm to use with his clever fingers strumming over her clit, and he knew just how to interpret it when she shuddered and moaned into the messy sheets.
"Mmm, that's one," he purred, pulling out long enough to flip her over and slide right back into her. "Do you think we should keep count? I think we should. In fact, I think you should keep count," he said conversationally, easily tossing her ankles up onto his shoulders. "And if you lose count you get, hmmm...maybe a spanking. I think a spanking sounds good." He smacked her ass, as much as he could reach it, just lightly, just enough to make her jump as he grinned like the devil. "What do you think?"
"I think you're an asshole, Luke Feher," she breathed, gasping when his hand closed around her throat.
"And I think that wasn't very nice." He pulled out and shoved her knees up to her chest, then bent, burying his mouth against her pussy. Sariah groaned helplessly, her brain still catching up with even being awake.
It didn't take him very long to get her squirming again, gasping as she got close to coming even with her legs in that uncomfortable position. Then he lifted his mouth away, making her groan in frustration, pulling on her own hair. Her brain was definitely more awake now, enough for her to stubbornly reach for him and try to shove him back down, but he wasn't having it.
"Be good," he warned sharply, and then bent again. Sariah sighed, eyes sliding shut as she thought he was going to be nice, and then gasped as she felt his tongue on the wrong hole. At first she just laid there, tolerating it, but then his thumb found her clit and the next lick made her shudder. She took a deep breath, and when his tongue pushed into her she was relaxed, he hardly had to fight for it at all. She had her own tricks.
It was feeling good and Sariah thought she might come again, between his thumb and his tongue, when he stopped at exactly the wrong moment again. The frustrated sound that came from her was somewhere between a growl and a screech, but Luke just grinned, smacking her ass firmly and then flipping her over again.
"Crawl over to your night stand. You know what toy I want. Carry it over here. With your mouth, if you really want to impress." Sariah looked back at him,scandalized, and he just grinned that grin again. "Hope you keep it clean."
The bastard knew she would never back down from a challenge, and fortunately, it was clean. Sariah held her head high, though, haughty and arrogant like a show pony, as she crawled over to her night stand, stuck the plug between her teeth, and grabbed the tube of lube too for good measure. She was not letting him tear her up. She crawled back over with a look of contempt in her eye and handed both items over, then bent over the edge again with a distinct air of being too good for this. It just made Luke laugh, having to delay his plan for a moment to get a hold of himself. She'd be losing that haughty demeanor before he was done with her.
"Now will you let me come?" she asked, tone bratty as she felt Luke rubbing lube onto her. He chuckled.
"Aww, poor baby. I've been mean, I'm sorry." He slid his fingers down, rubbing firm over her clit. Sariah gasped and spread her legs, some of the tension melting out of her as she laid her head on the bed. "Come on, sweetheart," he purred to her. "Make your pretty pussy come for me, that's it, come on, pretty girl."
It took her all at once this time, making Sariah cry out into the bed, and she moaned sweetly as she felt a finger slide into her now that she was relaxed and receptive. "Two," she purred, because that had been a challenge too.
Luke laughed, working in a second finger quickly, just to check that she was still ready. She wasn't, so he carefully set to stretching her again. "Good girl."
The plug was dark blue, and a respectable size, big enough to keep her open for Luke's cock, if he felt like it. He probably would, if only for variety's sake. It was big enough, too, to make her hips jerk and drag a moan out of her as it seated itself fully, held in place by her body. Panting, she was oblivious to Luke admiring her as she squirmed a little against the bed, seeking friction on her clit, until he took pity and slid a hand up between her legs again, rubbing until her thighs unexpectedly clamped shut, making him laugh again.
"Three..." Sariah was a little dazed as Luke flipped her over once more and moved her up so she was solidly on the bed again, pushing into her. "Fuck, gonna make me sore," she murmured.
"Probably," Luke agreed, settling over her comfortably to thrust into her. This was a position she knew, a position she could handle, giving her brain a minute to catch up, and she was grateful. "It's not easy to make you scream, you know," he said conversationally. "That's why it's so damn saitsfying when you do."
"'When,' he says," Sariah purred, twining her arms around Luke's shoulders. She liked the feeling of being so full, of being stretched open two ways. "Not 'if?'"
"Not 'if,'" he confirmed, kissing her hard.
He swallowed her gasps and the little sounds she made, pushing his hand down between them so those clever fingers could do their work. Four happened with a gasp, and she was squeezing his shoulders again to warn for five when Luke finally came, groaning against her shoulder as he buried himself deep. It made Sariah smile and kiss the top of his head, stroking his neck and hair when he was done.
"Not made of steel after all," she observed.
Luke gave her a dark look, but his mouth carried a smirk. "We're still four to one." He pulled out to flip her over onto her hands and knees, bumping his hips against her to get her to help guide him back into her. "And I'm not stopping yet for five."
He was starting to go soft, but he stayed hard long enough to make five happen before he had to pull out, wrapping his fingers around the base of the plug and twisting it slowly.
Sariah had gotten used to it sitting where it was and gasped at the friction, arching her back to stick her ass into the air higher.
"Look at you," Luke said, voice low. "Practically begging me for it. What happened to that 'I'm too good for you' look?"
"I'm still too good for you," she moaned, voice shaky as he slowly pulled the plug out and pushed it back in. "But now you've made it worth my while."
"Mmm. Well, I guess that just means I'm not done with you yet."
"Nope," she said, voice strained.
He smacked her ass hard, a real hit instead of the playful taps he'd given her before, then pushed the plug in quickly, making her moan. He kept her on her hands and knees as he buried his mouth against her once more, licking himself out of her but being sure to keep her on the edge. He was hard again by the time he got bored of this, and picked up the lube where it had been discarded to carefully add some to his own cock.
The switch happened quickly enough that the head was inside before Sariah realized what was happening, and she gasped, ass clenching reflexively around it. Luke gasped, stopping for a moment, then slowly started to push forward again. Sariah was trying to restrain herself, trying to stay quiet, but when he started to pull back before he was even all the way in, she couldn't help a needy moan.
"Oh, what was that?" he asked, the head slipping out of her before he started to press it back in again, painfully slowly. "Not too good now, are you?"
"Luke," she moaned, pushing her hips back. "Luke, please..."
"Please what?"
"Please fuck me, make me scream, damn it..."
Luke pulled out all the way, replacing himself with the plug, then pushed into her pussy again, taking one of her hands to urge her to touch herself, to do what she knew how to do better than he ever would. He picked up the rhythm he knew she liked best, trusting her to do the same with her hand.
"Oh god, don't stop...don't st-t-t--" She buried her face in the bed to muffle it, but there was no question: Sariah screamed, and Luke groaned as her pussy clenched around him, letting himself come too. Watery-kneed and unsteady, he let himself fall off her to the side as she slid down flat onto her stomach, but he managed to force himself to sit up a little. With one soothing hand on her side, he managed to pull the toy out and toss that side, then flop onto his back.
Sariah had one eye fixed on him as she panted, breath making her sweaty hair flutter. Luke just laughed, scratching his chest as he looked up at the ceiling.
"Don't give me that look, pretty girl. You've pushed me around way worse than that."
Her head turned so she could give an unamused glance to Luke behind her, the warmth of his skin against her ass making sure she knew exactly what was inside her. He just grinned down at her and gave a few hard thrusts, then bent to whisper in her ear. "Gonna make you come all over me, pretty girl," he said. Sariah was wet enough for it to feel good and shocked enough for it to be a turn-on, so it wasn't going to take very long for Luke to make her come. He knew how to play her body like a piano, and when he set out to make her scream like this instead of letting her run the show, he always succeeded. He knew the angle to reach down between her legs, the rhythm to use with his clever fingers strumming over her clit, and he knew just how to interpret it when she shuddered and moaned into the messy sheets.
"Mmm, that's one," he purred, pulling out long enough to flip her over and slide right back into her. "Do you think we should keep count? I think we should. In fact, I think you should keep count," he said conversationally, easily tossing her ankles up onto his shoulders. "And if you lose count you get, hmmm...maybe a spanking. I think a spanking sounds good." He smacked her ass, as much as he could reach it, just lightly, just enough to make her jump as he grinned like the devil. "What do you think?"
"I think you're an asshole, Luke Feher," she breathed, gasping when his hand closed around her throat.
"And I think that wasn't very nice." He pulled out and shoved her knees up to her chest, then bent, burying his mouth against her pussy. Sariah groaned helplessly, her brain still catching up with even being awake.
It didn't take him very long to get her squirming again, gasping as she got close to coming even with her legs in that uncomfortable position. Then he lifted his mouth away, making her groan in frustration, pulling on her own hair. Her brain was definitely more awake now, enough for her to stubbornly reach for him and try to shove him back down, but he wasn't having it.
"Be good," he warned sharply, and then bent again. Sariah sighed, eyes sliding shut as she thought he was going to be nice, and then gasped as she felt his tongue on the wrong hole. At first she just laid there, tolerating it, but then his thumb found her clit and the next lick made her shudder. She took a deep breath, and when his tongue pushed into her she was relaxed, he hardly had to fight for it at all. She had her own tricks.
It was feeling good and Sariah thought she might come again, between his thumb and his tongue, when he stopped at exactly the wrong moment again. The frustrated sound that came from her was somewhere between a growl and a screech, but Luke just grinned, smacking her ass firmly and then flipping her over again.
"Crawl over to your night stand. You know what toy I want. Carry it over here. With your mouth, if you really want to impress." Sariah looked back at him,scandalized, and he just grinned that grin again. "Hope you keep it clean."
The bastard knew she would never back down from a challenge, and fortunately, it was clean. Sariah held her head high, though, haughty and arrogant like a show pony, as she crawled over to her night stand, stuck the plug between her teeth, and grabbed the tube of lube too for good measure. She was not letting him tear her up. She crawled back over with a look of contempt in her eye and handed both items over, then bent over the edge again with a distinct air of being too good for this. It just made Luke laugh, having to delay his plan for a moment to get a hold of himself. She'd be losing that haughty demeanor before he was done with her.
"Now will you let me come?" she asked, tone bratty as she felt Luke rubbing lube onto her. He chuckled.
"Aww, poor baby. I've been mean, I'm sorry." He slid his fingers down, rubbing firm over her clit. Sariah gasped and spread her legs, some of the tension melting out of her as she laid her head on the bed. "Come on, sweetheart," he purred to her. "Make your pretty pussy come for me, that's it, come on, pretty girl."
It took her all at once this time, making Sariah cry out into the bed, and she moaned sweetly as she felt a finger slide into her now that she was relaxed and receptive. "Two," she purred, because that had been a challenge too.
Luke laughed, working in a second finger quickly, just to check that she was still ready. She wasn't, so he carefully set to stretching her again. "Good girl."
The plug was dark blue, and a respectable size, big enough to keep her open for Luke's cock, if he felt like it. He probably would, if only for variety's sake. It was big enough, too, to make her hips jerk and drag a moan out of her as it seated itself fully, held in place by her body. Panting, she was oblivious to Luke admiring her as she squirmed a little against the bed, seeking friction on her clit, until he took pity and slid a hand up between her legs again, rubbing until her thighs unexpectedly clamped shut, making him laugh again.
"Three..." Sariah was a little dazed as Luke flipped her over once more and moved her up so she was solidly on the bed again, pushing into her. "Fuck, gonna make me sore," she murmured.
"Probably," Luke agreed, settling over her comfortably to thrust into her. This was a position she knew, a position she could handle, giving her brain a minute to catch up, and she was grateful. "It's not easy to make you scream, you know," he said conversationally. "That's why it's so damn saitsfying when you do."
"'When,' he says," Sariah purred, twining her arms around Luke's shoulders. She liked the feeling of being so full, of being stretched open two ways. "Not 'if?'"
"Not 'if,'" he confirmed, kissing her hard.
He swallowed her gasps and the little sounds she made, pushing his hand down between them so those clever fingers could do their work. Four happened with a gasp, and she was squeezing his shoulders again to warn for five when Luke finally came, groaning against her shoulder as he buried himself deep. It made Sariah smile and kiss the top of his head, stroking his neck and hair when he was done.
"Not made of steel after all," she observed.
Luke gave her a dark look, but his mouth carried a smirk. "We're still four to one." He pulled out to flip her over onto her hands and knees, bumping his hips against her to get her to help guide him back into her. "And I'm not stopping yet for five."
He was starting to go soft, but he stayed hard long enough to make five happen before he had to pull out, wrapping his fingers around the base of the plug and twisting it slowly.
Sariah had gotten used to it sitting where it was and gasped at the friction, arching her back to stick her ass into the air higher.
"Look at you," Luke said, voice low. "Practically begging me for it. What happened to that 'I'm too good for you' look?"
"I'm still too good for you," she moaned, voice shaky as he slowly pulled the plug out and pushed it back in. "But now you've made it worth my while."
"Mmm. Well, I guess that just means I'm not done with you yet."
"Nope," she said, voice strained.
He smacked her ass hard, a real hit instead of the playful taps he'd given her before, then pushed the plug in quickly, making her moan. He kept her on her hands and knees as he buried his mouth against her once more, licking himself out of her but being sure to keep her on the edge. He was hard again by the time he got bored of this, and picked up the lube where it had been discarded to carefully add some to his own cock.
The switch happened quickly enough that the head was inside before Sariah realized what was happening, and she gasped, ass clenching reflexively around it. Luke gasped, stopping for a moment, then slowly started to push forward again. Sariah was trying to restrain herself, trying to stay quiet, but when he started to pull back before he was even all the way in, she couldn't help a needy moan.
"Oh, what was that?" he asked, the head slipping out of her before he started to press it back in again, painfully slowly. "Not too good now, are you?"
"Luke," she moaned, pushing her hips back. "Luke, please..."
"Please what?"
"Please fuck me, make me scream, damn it..."
Luke pulled out all the way, replacing himself with the plug, then pushed into her pussy again, taking one of her hands to urge her to touch herself, to do what she knew how to do better than he ever would. He picked up the rhythm he knew she liked best, trusting her to do the same with her hand.
"Oh god, don't stop...don't st-t-t--" She buried her face in the bed to muffle it, but there was no question: Sariah screamed, and Luke groaned as her pussy clenched around him, letting himself come too. Watery-kneed and unsteady, he let himself fall off her to the side as she slid down flat onto her stomach, but he managed to force himself to sit up a little. With one soothing hand on her side, he managed to pull the toy out and toss that side, then flop onto his back.
Sariah had one eye fixed on him as she panted, breath making her sweaty hair flutter. Luke just laughed, scratching his chest as he looked up at the ceiling.
"Don't give me that look, pretty girl. You've pushed me around way worse than that."
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Apr. 10th, 2014 03:24 amJamie avoided the mirror as he put an earplug in his free ear and picked up his phone. He didn't want to do this over text, and he didn't want to just show up unannounced. Besides, he needed to hear his mom's voice.
"Jamie? What's up?" Brenna tried hard to sound nonchalant. Jamie almost never called them on the phone, for completely understandable reasons. She'd learned to text as soon as they had phones that were capable, and made her husband do the same. If he was calling, something was wrong.
"Hey, mama," Jamie said, settling on his couch and closing his eyes, so he could block out everything else. "Is it okay if I come stay with you guys for a couple days?"
"Sure, baby, you know we've always got a room here," Brenna said, sitting down in a chair. "What's going on?" She still kept her words and tone carefully neutral, but politely concerned.
Jamie put an arm over his face, blocking the light that leaked through his eyelids. He was silent for a minute, long enough that Brenna was wondering if he'd heard her, before he spoke. "Mike and I broke up."
Brenna closed her eyes. "Oh, sweetheart. I'm so sorry. I know you really cared about him."
Jamie nodded, taking a deep breath. "I tried so hard, mama." His voice started to waver on the last word, so he cut himself off.
"Oh, my sweet boy," Brenna sighed, voice overflowing with care. "I know. I know you tried. You come home, okay? Come home and let mama take care of you for a couple of days."
Jamie nodded again, swallowing hard. "Okay. I have class tonight but I'll be over after, okay?"
"Okay, sweetie. I love you."
"Love you too, mama."
Eli came around the corner as Brenna was clutching the phone to her chest, eyes closed as she said a brief prayer. "What's wrong, beshert?" he asked.
Brenna opened her eyes and forced a little smile. "Jamie's coming home for a few days." She stood and went to him, rubbing her hands down Eli's arms, still strong even with him pushing sixty. "He and Mike broke up."
Eli sighed and gathered Brenna into his arms, cradling her small form to his chest. Brenna wrapped her arms tight around his waist. Knowing that one of her babies was hurting couldn't help feeling like a knife in her chest, and it was worse because she couldn't fix it. She'd need to be strong by the time Jamie arrived, though.
"Want me to take out a hit on him?"
A watery giggle burst out of Brenna's chest and she pinched him lightly. "Please. Where would a marshmallow like you find a hitman?"
"I could have connections. You don't know my life!"
"Jamie? What's up?" Brenna tried hard to sound nonchalant. Jamie almost never called them on the phone, for completely understandable reasons. She'd learned to text as soon as they had phones that were capable, and made her husband do the same. If he was calling, something was wrong.
"Hey, mama," Jamie said, settling on his couch and closing his eyes, so he could block out everything else. "Is it okay if I come stay with you guys for a couple days?"
"Sure, baby, you know we've always got a room here," Brenna said, sitting down in a chair. "What's going on?" She still kept her words and tone carefully neutral, but politely concerned.
Jamie put an arm over his face, blocking the light that leaked through his eyelids. He was silent for a minute, long enough that Brenna was wondering if he'd heard her, before he spoke. "Mike and I broke up."
Brenna closed her eyes. "Oh, sweetheart. I'm so sorry. I know you really cared about him."
Jamie nodded, taking a deep breath. "I tried so hard, mama." His voice started to waver on the last word, so he cut himself off.
"Oh, my sweet boy," Brenna sighed, voice overflowing with care. "I know. I know you tried. You come home, okay? Come home and let mama take care of you for a couple of days."
Jamie nodded again, swallowing hard. "Okay. I have class tonight but I'll be over after, okay?"
"Okay, sweetie. I love you."
"Love you too, mama."
Eli came around the corner as Brenna was clutching the phone to her chest, eyes closed as she said a brief prayer. "What's wrong, beshert?" he asked.
Brenna opened her eyes and forced a little smile. "Jamie's coming home for a few days." She stood and went to him, rubbing her hands down Eli's arms, still strong even with him pushing sixty. "He and Mike broke up."
Eli sighed and gathered Brenna into his arms, cradling her small form to his chest. Brenna wrapped her arms tight around his waist. Knowing that one of her babies was hurting couldn't help feeling like a knife in her chest, and it was worse because she couldn't fix it. She'd need to be strong by the time Jamie arrived, though.
"Want me to take out a hit on him?"
A watery giggle burst out of Brenna's chest and she pinched him lightly. "Please. Where would a marshmallow like you find a hitman?"
"I could have connections. You don't know my life!"
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Dec. 16th, 2013 12:50 pmIt was obvious to Carrie that something was not right as soon as she opened her door.
"Noah. It's like 2 in the morning, what's up?" She hadn't been asleep, of course, but still.
"I, um..." Noah was twitchy and looked shaky, glancing around constantly. "Are you, uh-"
"Okay, get in here," Carrie said, pulling him inside and shutting the door. She tugged Noah into her bedroom and pushed him into the bed, then pulled the covers up over him. She lit every candle in the room at once as she pulled out her phone, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Hey, come over," she said when it was answered. "It's Noah."
"What's wrong with him?" Josue asked.
Carrie looked down at Noah, who had rolled onto his side and curled up in a ball. "I don't know, but it's bad. Just come over."
She heard the beep of the call ending and put her phone down on the night stand, then got in the bed in front of Noah, forcing him to uncurl as she pushed up close and put her arms around him, urging his head onto her shoulder. She felt his arms wrap tightly around her waist and he was shaking where they were pressed together.
"Okay, it's okay, honey. Just breathe. You don't have to tell me yet. Whatever it is, we'll help you, okay?"
Noah managed to nod a little, and Carrie sighed, running her fingers through Noah's hair. They laid like that for maybe ten minutes before the front door opened. Carrie didn't call out, not wanting to startle Noah, so she closed her eyes and wrote "bedroom" on the living room floor in flames. A moment later Josue was at the bedroom door, in his nerd glasses and superman pajama pants -- he clearly hadn't bothered to change before coming over. He didn't have to be told what to do, kicking off his flip-flops and climbing into bed behind Noah, wrapping his arms around both of them.
Held between them, surrounded by the warmth and protection of his fire-siblings, Noah calmed down pretty quickly. Carrie could feel the progression in his body from shaking, to relaxed, back to tense when he wanted out.
"I'm gonna make tea," she announced. "Let's go have tea." Carrie got up from the bed, extracting herself from the pile, and left the boys to sort themselves out.
"So what the hell happened?" Josue was asking as Carrie left. He let go of Noah and sat up in the bed, one foot on the floor while he waited for Noah to get up.
"The dude kinda hurt me a little bit," Noah said without thinking. He immediately realized his mistake and glanced over to see Josue's eyes popping, and Carrie having backed up to the doorway.
"He what?"
"No, no, not like that, he just..." Noah sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. "He didn't mean to, it was my fault."
Oh, that sounded even worse, didn't it? Yes, judging by their faces, which had rapidly gone from rage to pity.
"Sweetie, you don't have to blame yourself," Carrie was saying, coming back to sit in front of Noah. "If he-"
"No," Noah insisted, yanking his hand out of her grasp. "It's not like that, okay? Sit the fuck down," he ordered Josue, pointing at the edge of the bed where he'd been sitting. The man looked like he was about to go try to beat some ass, which was hilarious since despite being from the barrio, the man couldn't beat up a cat. Noah was much more the brawn of this operation.
"It was an accident," Noah said. "Okay?" With anyone else he'd be embarrassed, but here he plowed ahead without a thought. "I let him tie me up and gag me and didn't think to give myself a replacement safe word. Okay? That's it. And he left me alone for a long time and I...I..." Noah's breathing was starting to get jumpy.
"Okay, it's okay," Carrie said gently, sliding closer and hugging him again, bringing his head down to her chest. "Shhhhh."
She flapped a hand at Josue so he went out on the fire escape, letting the cold shock his anger out of him while Carrie held onto Noah, calming him down again.
"I couldn't yell real loud so I don't think he heard me," Noah was saying as Josue re-entered. "I think he left me with a vibrator in me for like an hour."
Carrie flinched. "Isn't that a really long time to be tied up? Or to have anything up your ass?"
"It is, kinda," Noah agreed. "But he doesn't know that. I told y'all, he's new to this shit. It's my fault for not teachin' him enough," Noah said, running a hand through his hair and tugging on it.
"Hey," Josue said firmly. "Don't go blaming yourself, man. Does he know how to fucking google? Then he's got no excuse for not knowing shit. Did he do any research before tying you up?"
"No," Noah admitted. "I had to tell him not to tie me too tight."
"And that shit's on him," Josue said with a sense of finality.
Noah rubbed his hands over his face. "I guess so."
"Don't guess it. Know it."
"Hey, would you shut the fuck up?"
Noah was sitting on a lot of anger, atop everything else, and it felt good to get it out. He did it by yelling at Josue, who was more than happy to yell back. With the pair of them tag-teaming him, Josue and Carrie could easily handle Noah as he pinged between different emotions.
The three of them carried on like this for most of an hour. Noah seemed mostly okay, though still a little depressed.
"All right," Josue said finally. "You." He pointed at Noah. "Go jerk off. Think about..." He considered for a moment. "That guy who used his belt as reins, from April."
Noah smirked a little. "Yes, sir," he said, getting up and heading for the bathroom.
"Damn straight you call me sir!" Josue said as he went.
Once the door closed, Carrie spoke. "You got a plan?"
Josue nodded. "I'mma fix this asshole's mess for him." No matter what else he ever did, even if he ended up marrying Noah, this boyfriend was going to be known as "asshole" to Josue and Carrie for the rest of time. "Go put some tea in a bowl and put it on the floor. Probably need a towel under it."
Carrie suspected what his plan was and approved. "All right," she said, getting up from the couch.
"Thank you, mama."
When Noah emerged from the bathroom, somewhat relieved from his blue balls, the first thing he heard was a snap of someone's fingers.
"Hey! Bad dog," he heard. "Down." The tone was the same you'd use on a dog trying to jump on someone. It took Noah one intensely confusing moment to realize that Josue was talking to him. He blinked at his best friend.
"What?"
"No barking," Josue ordered. "Down."
Finally it clicked and Noah obeyed, getting down on his hands and knees.
"There you go. Come here, pup," Josue said, patting his calf.
Noah couldn't move as quickly as a dog, but he plodded over on all fours to where Josue was, feeling himself slip into that place where it was okay not to be in control, to give himself up. His friends would take care of him.
"Noah. It's like 2 in the morning, what's up?" She hadn't been asleep, of course, but still.
"I, um..." Noah was twitchy and looked shaky, glancing around constantly. "Are you, uh-"
"Okay, get in here," Carrie said, pulling him inside and shutting the door. She tugged Noah into her bedroom and pushed him into the bed, then pulled the covers up over him. She lit every candle in the room at once as she pulled out her phone, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Hey, come over," she said when it was answered. "It's Noah."
"What's wrong with him?" Josue asked.
Carrie looked down at Noah, who had rolled onto his side and curled up in a ball. "I don't know, but it's bad. Just come over."
She heard the beep of the call ending and put her phone down on the night stand, then got in the bed in front of Noah, forcing him to uncurl as she pushed up close and put her arms around him, urging his head onto her shoulder. She felt his arms wrap tightly around her waist and he was shaking where they were pressed together.
"Okay, it's okay, honey. Just breathe. You don't have to tell me yet. Whatever it is, we'll help you, okay?"
Noah managed to nod a little, and Carrie sighed, running her fingers through Noah's hair. They laid like that for maybe ten minutes before the front door opened. Carrie didn't call out, not wanting to startle Noah, so she closed her eyes and wrote "bedroom" on the living room floor in flames. A moment later Josue was at the bedroom door, in his nerd glasses and superman pajama pants -- he clearly hadn't bothered to change before coming over. He didn't have to be told what to do, kicking off his flip-flops and climbing into bed behind Noah, wrapping his arms around both of them.
Held between them, surrounded by the warmth and protection of his fire-siblings, Noah calmed down pretty quickly. Carrie could feel the progression in his body from shaking, to relaxed, back to tense when he wanted out.
"I'm gonna make tea," she announced. "Let's go have tea." Carrie got up from the bed, extracting herself from the pile, and left the boys to sort themselves out.
"So what the hell happened?" Josue was asking as Carrie left. He let go of Noah and sat up in the bed, one foot on the floor while he waited for Noah to get up.
"The dude kinda hurt me a little bit," Noah said without thinking. He immediately realized his mistake and glanced over to see Josue's eyes popping, and Carrie having backed up to the doorway.
"He what?"
"No, no, not like that, he just..." Noah sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. "He didn't mean to, it was my fault."
Oh, that sounded even worse, didn't it? Yes, judging by their faces, which had rapidly gone from rage to pity.
"Sweetie, you don't have to blame yourself," Carrie was saying, coming back to sit in front of Noah. "If he-"
"No," Noah insisted, yanking his hand out of her grasp. "It's not like that, okay? Sit the fuck down," he ordered Josue, pointing at the edge of the bed where he'd been sitting. The man looked like he was about to go try to beat some ass, which was hilarious since despite being from the barrio, the man couldn't beat up a cat. Noah was much more the brawn of this operation.
"It was an accident," Noah said. "Okay?" With anyone else he'd be embarrassed, but here he plowed ahead without a thought. "I let him tie me up and gag me and didn't think to give myself a replacement safe word. Okay? That's it. And he left me alone for a long time and I...I..." Noah's breathing was starting to get jumpy.
"Okay, it's okay," Carrie said gently, sliding closer and hugging him again, bringing his head down to her chest. "Shhhhh."
She flapped a hand at Josue so he went out on the fire escape, letting the cold shock his anger out of him while Carrie held onto Noah, calming him down again.
"I couldn't yell real loud so I don't think he heard me," Noah was saying as Josue re-entered. "I think he left me with a vibrator in me for like an hour."
Carrie flinched. "Isn't that a really long time to be tied up? Or to have anything up your ass?"
"It is, kinda," Noah agreed. "But he doesn't know that. I told y'all, he's new to this shit. It's my fault for not teachin' him enough," Noah said, running a hand through his hair and tugging on it.
"Hey," Josue said firmly. "Don't go blaming yourself, man. Does he know how to fucking google? Then he's got no excuse for not knowing shit. Did he do any research before tying you up?"
"No," Noah admitted. "I had to tell him not to tie me too tight."
"And that shit's on him," Josue said with a sense of finality.
Noah rubbed his hands over his face. "I guess so."
"Don't guess it. Know it."
"Hey, would you shut the fuck up?"
Noah was sitting on a lot of anger, atop everything else, and it felt good to get it out. He did it by yelling at Josue, who was more than happy to yell back. With the pair of them tag-teaming him, Josue and Carrie could easily handle Noah as he pinged between different emotions.
The three of them carried on like this for most of an hour. Noah seemed mostly okay, though still a little depressed.
"All right," Josue said finally. "You." He pointed at Noah. "Go jerk off. Think about..." He considered for a moment. "That guy who used his belt as reins, from April."
Noah smirked a little. "Yes, sir," he said, getting up and heading for the bathroom.
"Damn straight you call me sir!" Josue said as he went.
Once the door closed, Carrie spoke. "You got a plan?"
Josue nodded. "I'mma fix this asshole's mess for him." No matter what else he ever did, even if he ended up marrying Noah, this boyfriend was going to be known as "asshole" to Josue and Carrie for the rest of time. "Go put some tea in a bowl and put it on the floor. Probably need a towel under it."
Carrie suspected what his plan was and approved. "All right," she said, getting up from the couch.
"Thank you, mama."
When Noah emerged from the bathroom, somewhat relieved from his blue balls, the first thing he heard was a snap of someone's fingers.
"Hey! Bad dog," he heard. "Down." The tone was the same you'd use on a dog trying to jump on someone. It took Noah one intensely confusing moment to realize that Josue was talking to him. He blinked at his best friend.
"What?"
"No barking," Josue ordered. "Down."
Finally it clicked and Noah obeyed, getting down on his hands and knees.
"There you go. Come here, pup," Josue said, patting his calf.
Noah couldn't move as quickly as a dog, but he plodded over on all fours to where Josue was, feeling himself slip into that place where it was okay not to be in control, to give himself up. His friends would take care of him.
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Dec. 7th, 2013 01:48 am"Hi Mike," Melinda greeted, a little shyly.
"Hey," he said with a smile, coming toward Melinda in the bed. He noticed how her arms tightened around the bundle in her arms, pulling him closer to her chest, and she hunched over slightly as if to protect him. Mike slowed his pace and just touched her shoulder with the good hand, then backed off. He sat at one of the chairs at the table instead of next to the bed. She relaxed visibly.
"How are you feeling?" Mike asked.
"Pretty okay, I guess," Melinda said. "I mean, for just having been ripped apart and all."
Mike smiled, although he was pulling a face. "That's graphic."
"Excuse you, Uncanny Valley."
Mike laughed, but sobered a little too quickly. "So Gabe told me about your...troubles."
Melinda didn't answer, looking down at the baby. She gave him a finger to grab and chew on.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
Melinda took her time answering this time, before shrugging a little. "I wouldn't know what to say."
"Well," Mike said, "have you put him down at all?" He knew how to get information out of people, in theory at least. Maybe that power could be used for good here.
Melinda nodded. "For a few minutes, to go to the bathroom."
"Was that okay?"
"Not...really." Melinda looked troubled. "I'm trying to get them to give me one of those bassinets on wheels so I can have it in there with me, at least." There was a pause. "That's really pathetic, isn't it?" she asked, finally looking back up at Mike.
"No," Mike said. "Mel, you just had a baby," he said, gesturing. He noticed Melinda's eyes following his prosthesis and quietly rested it in his lap. "If there's any time in your life when it's okay to be emotional and not beat up on yourself, it's right now. I promise, no one is judging you."
Melinda nodded and looked down at the baby again, lips stretching into a line as her eyes narrowed and tensed. Seeing her face about to cry was like watching stone crack: alarming and somehow unnatural, even though you knew logically that it must happen sometimes.
He gave her a moment to compose herself before going on. "Do you think something bad will happen if you let go of him?"
Melinda shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe."
"Like what?"
"I mean, I don't think any of my fears are irrational. Someone could drop him, but they probably won't. The bassinet could break, but that's really unlikely. Someone could drop his head but he'd probably be okay. Someone could make him cry and then I'd cry but we'd both survive."
"So you know that letting go of him would probably be okay."
Melinda nodded.
"But you still can't."
She nodded, face contorting again. "I don't know why," she whispered, not trusting her voice. She was shaking her head as she said it, and Mike saw a tear drip down onto her chest, soaking into the hospital gown and making a dark spot.
He wanted to go and hug her, tell her it was okay, but it would just scare her more. All he could do was watch. "It's okay," he said, feeling like he was talking to a wall.
The baby woke up and started to fuss, and Melinda took a deep breath, forcing her face into a smile. She cooed at him vaguely while she checked his diaper, then kicked the blanket back. Mike noticed, when she stood up, that her abdomen was still swollen, as if she had just gone back to maybe five months pregnant. He watched her while she changed the baby's diaper. She seemed okay setting him on the changing table, but she kept a hand or two on him as much as was possible.
"You seem impressively mobile for 36 hours after birth," Mike commented as she wrapped the baby in his blanket and picked him up again. She was walking slowly back to the bed, but not really limping or bowlegged like he'd have expected.
"Being in good shape helps," she said, climbing back into bed and pulling the covers up one-armed. The baby still fussed, so she started untying the front of her gown. "Boob warning," she announced, and Mike politely looked up while she got the baby to latch on.
"Okay, you're safe," she said after a minute, and Mike looked back down at her. The sight of a new mother nursing made him smile.
"And control the creepy smile."
Mike bit back a laugh, but composed himself to an overly serious face. "Yes, ma'am."
Melinda rolled her eyes, but she was trying not to crack a smile too.
"You seem calmer now than you did a minute ago," Mike observed. "Is it because you're nursing?"
Melinda couldn't really shrug, but she tilted her head a little. "Maybe. More like because he's awake, I think."
Mike nodded. "As long as he's awake and interacting, you know he's okay."
Melinda nodded agreement. "Something could go wrong in his sleep and he wouldn't cry, so I might not know."
"Are you afraid of something going wrong and you not being close enough to help him?"
"A little, I guess. I mean, I know that if that happens I'm in a hospital. And we've got plenty of people with healing inclinations from their parents around, on top of medical training."
Mike nodded. "That's true."
"They keep trying to get me to take lorazepam. They think I'm having panic attacks or something."
"But you don't want to take it?"
Melinda shook her head, looking back down at the baby. "I'll let go of him when I'm ready."
"Hey," he said with a smile, coming toward Melinda in the bed. He noticed how her arms tightened around the bundle in her arms, pulling him closer to her chest, and she hunched over slightly as if to protect him. Mike slowed his pace and just touched her shoulder with the good hand, then backed off. He sat at one of the chairs at the table instead of next to the bed. She relaxed visibly.
"How are you feeling?" Mike asked.
"Pretty okay, I guess," Melinda said. "I mean, for just having been ripped apart and all."
Mike smiled, although he was pulling a face. "That's graphic."
"Excuse you, Uncanny Valley."
Mike laughed, but sobered a little too quickly. "So Gabe told me about your...troubles."
Melinda didn't answer, looking down at the baby. She gave him a finger to grab and chew on.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
Melinda took her time answering this time, before shrugging a little. "I wouldn't know what to say."
"Well," Mike said, "have you put him down at all?" He knew how to get information out of people, in theory at least. Maybe that power could be used for good here.
Melinda nodded. "For a few minutes, to go to the bathroom."
"Was that okay?"
"Not...really." Melinda looked troubled. "I'm trying to get them to give me one of those bassinets on wheels so I can have it in there with me, at least." There was a pause. "That's really pathetic, isn't it?" she asked, finally looking back up at Mike.
"No," Mike said. "Mel, you just had a baby," he said, gesturing. He noticed Melinda's eyes following his prosthesis and quietly rested it in his lap. "If there's any time in your life when it's okay to be emotional and not beat up on yourself, it's right now. I promise, no one is judging you."
Melinda nodded and looked down at the baby again, lips stretching into a line as her eyes narrowed and tensed. Seeing her face about to cry was like watching stone crack: alarming and somehow unnatural, even though you knew logically that it must happen sometimes.
He gave her a moment to compose herself before going on. "Do you think something bad will happen if you let go of him?"
Melinda shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe."
"Like what?"
"I mean, I don't think any of my fears are irrational. Someone could drop him, but they probably won't. The bassinet could break, but that's really unlikely. Someone could drop his head but he'd probably be okay. Someone could make him cry and then I'd cry but we'd both survive."
"So you know that letting go of him would probably be okay."
Melinda nodded.
"But you still can't."
She nodded, face contorting again. "I don't know why," she whispered, not trusting her voice. She was shaking her head as she said it, and Mike saw a tear drip down onto her chest, soaking into the hospital gown and making a dark spot.
He wanted to go and hug her, tell her it was okay, but it would just scare her more. All he could do was watch. "It's okay," he said, feeling like he was talking to a wall.
The baby woke up and started to fuss, and Melinda took a deep breath, forcing her face into a smile. She cooed at him vaguely while she checked his diaper, then kicked the blanket back. Mike noticed, when she stood up, that her abdomen was still swollen, as if she had just gone back to maybe five months pregnant. He watched her while she changed the baby's diaper. She seemed okay setting him on the changing table, but she kept a hand or two on him as much as was possible.
"You seem impressively mobile for 36 hours after birth," Mike commented as she wrapped the baby in his blanket and picked him up again. She was walking slowly back to the bed, but not really limping or bowlegged like he'd have expected.
"Being in good shape helps," she said, climbing back into bed and pulling the covers up one-armed. The baby still fussed, so she started untying the front of her gown. "Boob warning," she announced, and Mike politely looked up while she got the baby to latch on.
"Okay, you're safe," she said after a minute, and Mike looked back down at her. The sight of a new mother nursing made him smile.
"And control the creepy smile."
Mike bit back a laugh, but composed himself to an overly serious face. "Yes, ma'am."
Melinda rolled her eyes, but she was trying not to crack a smile too.
"You seem calmer now than you did a minute ago," Mike observed. "Is it because you're nursing?"
Melinda couldn't really shrug, but she tilted her head a little. "Maybe. More like because he's awake, I think."
Mike nodded. "As long as he's awake and interacting, you know he's okay."
Melinda nodded agreement. "Something could go wrong in his sleep and he wouldn't cry, so I might not know."
"Are you afraid of something going wrong and you not being close enough to help him?"
"A little, I guess. I mean, I know that if that happens I'm in a hospital. And we've got plenty of people with healing inclinations from their parents around, on top of medical training."
Mike nodded. "That's true."
"They keep trying to get me to take lorazepam. They think I'm having panic attacks or something."
"But you don't want to take it?"
Melinda shook her head, looking back down at the baby. "I'll let go of him when I'm ready."
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Oct. 29th, 2013 09:16 pmNoah was tied down to a leather-covered table, tears leaking from his eyes, mouth stretched open around a ball gag. There was saliva on his chin where he'd worked his mouth around it too much and his nose was running, Noah blowing instead of sniffing for fear he'd lose his ability to breathe. His hands were tied on either side of his head, knees tied to his wrists and ankles tied down, so he had no movement for his legs and no choice but to keep them spread wide, completely exposing him. His ass had obviously been worked like a job, come all over his hole and his thighs and the table, both his and Sir's. His abdomen and chest were criss-crossed with red lines, nipples pink from abuse, bleeding from more than one place. Adrian was like 82% sure he'd never seen anything more beautiful.
"Come here, baby," he murmured, helping Sir untie Noah and slide him forward off the table. Standing was obviously out, but Adrian maneuvered him so he landed gently on his knees, with Adrian's legs there to lean on for support. He unbuckled the ball gag and handed it off to Sir, then stroked Noah's hair gently, comforting him and letting him get it out.
Even as he cried, Noah started nuzzling at Adrian's groin, looking for his cock. Adrian was done for the night, no ability or interest to get it up again, so he offered his fingers. "Here. Good boy," he whispered, letting Noah wrap his lips around them and suck like the world was ending, only pausing for the occasional whimper and sniffle. "Good boy. You're okay. You're a good boy. Shhhh, you're okay."
Ethan quietly vacated the room for awhile while Noah worked himself out, the desperate hard sucks turning to gentle suckling, then slow bobs of his head, and finally just holding them in his mouth. Noah's eyes were closed and he looked like he might fall asleep kneeling right there on the floor. Adrian chuckled and finally took his fingers back, grabbing a few tissues and taking a knee to gently wipe Noah's face clean. Noah submitted to this with closed eyes and a slack mouth.
Adrian had to grin. "Feeling good, baby?"
Noah just nodded, flying high on his bliss.
"Come here, baby," he murmured, helping Sir untie Noah and slide him forward off the table. Standing was obviously out, but Adrian maneuvered him so he landed gently on his knees, with Adrian's legs there to lean on for support. He unbuckled the ball gag and handed it off to Sir, then stroked Noah's hair gently, comforting him and letting him get it out.
Even as he cried, Noah started nuzzling at Adrian's groin, looking for his cock. Adrian was done for the night, no ability or interest to get it up again, so he offered his fingers. "Here. Good boy," he whispered, letting Noah wrap his lips around them and suck like the world was ending, only pausing for the occasional whimper and sniffle. "Good boy. You're okay. You're a good boy. Shhhh, you're okay."
Ethan quietly vacated the room for awhile while Noah worked himself out, the desperate hard sucks turning to gentle suckling, then slow bobs of his head, and finally just holding them in his mouth. Noah's eyes were closed and he looked like he might fall asleep kneeling right there on the floor. Adrian chuckled and finally took his fingers back, grabbing a few tissues and taking a knee to gently wipe Noah's face clean. Noah submitted to this with closed eyes and a slack mouth.
Adrian had to grin. "Feeling good, baby?"
Noah just nodded, flying high on his bliss.
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Sep. 19th, 2013 01:00 pmNoah seemed content enough to stay in bed the whole day, as planned, despite how normally he'd be itching to go do stuff if he tried. It helped that his body was seemingly still on high alert -- air across his skin was enough to make him shiver, and he strongly suspected that Adrian was bringing a breeze through the room more often than was natural.
Adrian couldn't help it if he liked seeing Noah all shivery and sensitive. The ability to make him squirm and whimper without even touching him was a heady feeling. Noah was fucking gorgeous like this, at least as pretty as he'd been actually taking it, and he was starting to seriously consider telling Noah his thoughts about Noah and porn. (It couldn't be any worse than his real job, at least.)
His prediction was right, too. Hands on Noah's ass made him squirm and whine, but his hole wasn't sore, so he could still be fucked as much as Adrian wanted. Although what he was really finding fascinating were the lines from the whip.
Adrian ran his fingers just lightly along a dark red welt on the back of Noah's thigh, loving how Noah whimpered and squirmed under it. The lines were raised and blood-red and while there was no obvious bruising around them, it was clear Noah could feel them.
"Sore, baby?" Adrian asked, letting his hand slide up Noah's inner thigh, thumb still sliding along the welts it could reach.
Noah nodded into the pillow, clutching it with both hands. "H-hurts," he managed to say, even as he was spreading his legs.
"You like it, though," Adrian murmured. "You like that you can still feel it. Yeah?"
Noah nodded again, then cried out when the next thing he felt on his leg was a tongue. Adrian's mouth on the sensitive, damaged skin made it hard to breathe. It didn't help that the back of his leg was pretty sensitive, a particular hot spot, at the best of times.
"P-please..." Noah stammered out. "Please fuck me..."
"Nope." Adrian did shift so he was laying between Noah's spread legs, though, and next he was mouthing across a welt on Noah's ass. Both hands slid up Noah's legs, enjoying the feel of the welts under his hands, and then grabbed his ass to spread him open, making Noah whimper and grind into the bed. Adrian let a tendril of cool air blow across Noah's hole, making him gasp and clench, which made Adrian grin.
"Want my mouth, baby?" he asked, squeezing Noah's ass harder than maybe strictly necessary. He liked how Noah reacted to it.
"Yeah," Noah moaned. "Yeah, I'm so hard, I want your mouth so bad, please lick me, baby, I want it..."
Adrian blew warm breath across his hole again, then leaned down to run his tongue around it, teasing him with the promise. When Noah groaned and pushed back like a whore he finally complied, pushing his tongue easily into that tight hole.
Adrian couldn't help it if he liked seeing Noah all shivery and sensitive. The ability to make him squirm and whimper without even touching him was a heady feeling. Noah was fucking gorgeous like this, at least as pretty as he'd been actually taking it, and he was starting to seriously consider telling Noah his thoughts about Noah and porn. (It couldn't be any worse than his real job, at least.)
His prediction was right, too. Hands on Noah's ass made him squirm and whine, but his hole wasn't sore, so he could still be fucked as much as Adrian wanted. Although what he was really finding fascinating were the lines from the whip.
Adrian ran his fingers just lightly along a dark red welt on the back of Noah's thigh, loving how Noah whimpered and squirmed under it. The lines were raised and blood-red and while there was no obvious bruising around them, it was clear Noah could feel them.
"Sore, baby?" Adrian asked, letting his hand slide up Noah's inner thigh, thumb still sliding along the welts it could reach.
Noah nodded into the pillow, clutching it with both hands. "H-hurts," he managed to say, even as he was spreading his legs.
"You like it, though," Adrian murmured. "You like that you can still feel it. Yeah?"
Noah nodded again, then cried out when the next thing he felt on his leg was a tongue. Adrian's mouth on the sensitive, damaged skin made it hard to breathe. It didn't help that the back of his leg was pretty sensitive, a particular hot spot, at the best of times.
"P-please..." Noah stammered out. "Please fuck me..."
"Nope." Adrian did shift so he was laying between Noah's spread legs, though, and next he was mouthing across a welt on Noah's ass. Both hands slid up Noah's legs, enjoying the feel of the welts under his hands, and then grabbed his ass to spread him open, making Noah whimper and grind into the bed. Adrian let a tendril of cool air blow across Noah's hole, making him gasp and clench, which made Adrian grin.
"Want my mouth, baby?" he asked, squeezing Noah's ass harder than maybe strictly necessary. He liked how Noah reacted to it.
"Yeah," Noah moaned. "Yeah, I'm so hard, I want your mouth so bad, please lick me, baby, I want it..."
Adrian blew warm breath across his hole again, then leaned down to run his tongue around it, teasing him with the promise. When Noah groaned and pushed back like a whore he finally complied, pushing his tongue easily into that tight hole.
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Sep. 14th, 2013 05:10 pmnoah is hooking, it's early in the night, he's only given one blowjob, a vampire rolls up and offers him 500 for the rest of the night. noah's like hell yes, ends up tied to a bed all night, in withdrawal and weak from blood loss by the time the vampire lets him go at sunrise. vampire knows/notices he's a junkie and likes it, likes playing with fire re: withdrawal and noah having limited control over fire. likes how noah's blood tastes with heroin in it, likes how he cries while he's fucked in withdrawal. noah is kind of confused about why this dude is picking up junkie streetwalkers with a hoUSE LIKE THIS, potentially doesn't realize he's a vampire until right then. stumbles home at 8am in need of a needle and a cuddle.
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Sep. 12th, 2013 06:04 amSo, Noah had a hunch that whatever Adrian said still under anesthesia, it was going to be hilarious. This was confirmed with the second thing Adrian said.
"Hey, how are you?"
Noah saw that Adrian's eyes were only barely open and smiled a little. He hadn't really been nervous -- gall bladder removal was about as routine as major surgery got -- but it was still a relief to hear his husband's voice.
"I'm good," Noah said, going into the bag he'd brought for a piece of bread. It was good to get something into his stomach before he really woke up, to minimize nausea. "How are you doin'?"
"Let me get your number, cutie," Adrian answered.
Noah bit his lip to keep from laughing and put the bread in Adrian's hand. "Eat this. You're wakin' up from surgery right now. Does your stomach hurt?"
Adrian nodded slowly, looking like a sad puppy for a moment. "Why is this happening?"
Noah laughed a little and stroked a hand through his hair. "You'll be okay soon. You got morphine if you need it when you wake up. Eat your bread," he said, nudging Adrian's arm up.
Adrian obediently took a bite of the bread and chewed, dragging his eyes open again. "Will you go out with me?"
Noah grinned, ears turning red. "We're already married, baby. Eat your bread."
"WHOA!" Adrian's eyes practically popped out of his head. "I married you? Wow..."
Oh god, Noah was going to die of cute. The look on Adrian's face was so openly delighted he couldn't help it. "Eat your bread, baby," he repeated.
Adrian took another bite, keeping his eyes open to stare openly at Noah, so intensely that Noah wanted to squirm. He reminded himself that Adrian was clearly still unconscious, even if he was now doing a good job at pretending otherwise.
"How long have we been married?" he asked, around a mouthful of bread.
"'Bout seventeen years," Noah said.
"WHOA! You must have aged well," he said, making Noah laugh again. He was so glad he'd set up the camera to see this. He was basically going to watch this over and over, forever.
Noah sat down in the chair, satisfied that Adrian wouldn't need any physical help. His knee was bugging him, reminding him that he was getting old.
"Wait, stand up," Adrian said.
Noah stood up. "Need something, baby?"
"Turn around."
Noah had to laugh really hard at that, but he did as asked, glad that he happened to be wearing well-fitting jeans.
"Oh my god," he heard, and Adrian's voice sounded deliriously happy. "I hit the jackpot, man."
"Hey, how are you?"
Noah saw that Adrian's eyes were only barely open and smiled a little. He hadn't really been nervous -- gall bladder removal was about as routine as major surgery got -- but it was still a relief to hear his husband's voice.
"I'm good," Noah said, going into the bag he'd brought for a piece of bread. It was good to get something into his stomach before he really woke up, to minimize nausea. "How are you doin'?"
"Let me get your number, cutie," Adrian answered.
Noah bit his lip to keep from laughing and put the bread in Adrian's hand. "Eat this. You're wakin' up from surgery right now. Does your stomach hurt?"
Adrian nodded slowly, looking like a sad puppy for a moment. "Why is this happening?"
Noah laughed a little and stroked a hand through his hair. "You'll be okay soon. You got morphine if you need it when you wake up. Eat your bread," he said, nudging Adrian's arm up.
Adrian obediently took a bite of the bread and chewed, dragging his eyes open again. "Will you go out with me?"
Noah grinned, ears turning red. "We're already married, baby. Eat your bread."
"WHOA!" Adrian's eyes practically popped out of his head. "I married you? Wow..."
Oh god, Noah was going to die of cute. The look on Adrian's face was so openly delighted he couldn't help it. "Eat your bread, baby," he repeated.
Adrian took another bite, keeping his eyes open to stare openly at Noah, so intensely that Noah wanted to squirm. He reminded himself that Adrian was clearly still unconscious, even if he was now doing a good job at pretending otherwise.
"How long have we been married?" he asked, around a mouthful of bread.
"'Bout seventeen years," Noah said.
"WHOA! You must have aged well," he said, making Noah laugh again. He was so glad he'd set up the camera to see this. He was basically going to watch this over and over, forever.
Noah sat down in the chair, satisfied that Adrian wouldn't need any physical help. His knee was bugging him, reminding him that he was getting old.
"Wait, stand up," Adrian said.
Noah stood up. "Need something, baby?"
"Turn around."
Noah had to laugh really hard at that, but he did as asked, glad that he happened to be wearing well-fitting jeans.
"Oh my god," he heard, and Adrian's voice sounded deliriously happy. "I hit the jackpot, man."
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Sep. 9th, 2013 12:34 pmToday's date is May 6, 2055. It was July 8, 2013 when a man named Adrian Gunther spilled his ice water all over me (smile). He freaked out immediately, of course, fell all over himself to buy me a coffee and find a heating pad (audience chuckles). He came home with me, and after that, we were never apart.
My husband was a man of intelligence, of science. But he was also a man of great kindness and love. We had long, fulfilling careers as foster parents, which was his idea. And to all our foster children, whether we had you for a day or for your entire life, I know he was so proud of you, and we both loved you, so much.
(pause to compose himself) I don't want to drag this out too much, I'm an old man. But I miss you, baby (voice wavers and cracks). I love you. And I'll see you soon. (tremulous smile and sits down)
My husband was a man of intelligence, of science. But he was also a man of great kindness and love. We had long, fulfilling careers as foster parents, which was his idea. And to all our foster children, whether we had you for a day or for your entire life, I know he was so proud of you, and we both loved you, so much.
(pause to compose himself) I don't want to drag this out too much, I'm an old man. But I miss you, baby (voice wavers and cracks). I love you. And I'll see you soon. (tremulous smile and sits down)
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Sep. 8th, 2013 02:10 am"I wasn't in the room when it started," Noah said, gesturing to Adrian. "He has the story."
"Okay," Adrian said, shifting in his chair and looking serious. "I want to tell you up front that I broke a pretty big rule. But I had no other choice other than to let Joy hurt me, herself, or one of the other kids, and I obviously couldn't do that. I didn't harm her physically in any way."
"And she could seriously hurt the other kids or even Adrian," Noah cut in. "You know how big Joy is for her age, and she's strong, she'll go running outside or do pushups if she gets bored. That's on top of werewolf strength. I can only just handle her and I'm both way stronger than him and trained to physically restrain people." Adrian was nodding as Noah spoke.
"Okay," the social worker said, nodding. "I'll have to hear the story before I can say anything more."
Adrian exhaled and rubbed his hands over his thighs. "Okay. Well, I had asked her to do the dishes, and she was resistant. She didn't want to do them when they were going to get dirty again in a few hours, but we needed dishes to eat off of, we were basically arguing about that. She was getting really angry, so I asked if she wanted to make some stars -- the origami stars, you remember, right? One of our other wards, Jared, doesn't like loud fighting -- Joy was yelling a lot by this point -- so he ran by the door to go hide in the laundry room, and Joy looked like she might go after and attack him. So I got in the doorway, between her and Jared, and she hit me. You can see the bruise here," he said, with a gesture to his jaw.
Noah quietly reached over and took Adrian's hand, holding it firmly. Being hit was a little more serious for Adrian than for most people, and he knew it, wanting to protect Adrian from it. Adrian squeezed back a little, grateful, and kept going. "I told her we don't hit, but she hit me again and started trying to push me down the stairs. So I pushed her against the wall of the kitchen with wind, careful to keep anything in the kitchen from flying and hitting her. She fought it and tried to come after me, but she couldn't get traction in socks on a tile floor in hurricane-force winds. She wasn't calming down, but Noah got home a couple of minutes later."
"I'd been out with our other two foster kids, the twins, taking them for ice cream as a reward for good behavior. I heard Adrian call for my help, so I went upstairs. He let go of her and she ran at us, but I caught her and safely physically restrained her. She was starting to shift at this point, involuntarily, so I hauled her into the basement, where there was less she could damage. I got her in front of a mirror so she could see herself shifting and that seemed to wake her up enough to calm down. She locked herself in the bathroom and stayed there most of the evening, came out and went to bed after everyone else was asleep."
The social worker nodded, seeming to mull this over. "So...what you're telling me is this." She looked at them, eyes wide and serious. "Noah was outside with the twins when Joy started to yell and hit. Adrian called for Noah's help, who came in and restrained Joy until she calmed down." She looked at one, then the other, leaning forward slightly over her desk.
Adrian frowned. "No," he said. "You forgot-"
Noah stepped on Adrian's foot behind the desk. "Yes, ma'am," he said. "That's what happened."
It clicked and Adrian frowned unhappily, but nodded when the woman looked at him. "Yes, ma'am."
The social worker relaxed minutely and nodded, looking to her computer screen as she typed. "I'll type that up now and have you both sign it before you leave," she said. "A copy will go in your foster file, and a copy into Joy's, as the precipitating incident for bouncing her to therapeutic care."
Noah blinked in shock, but Adrian was nodding. "Okay. That's probably the best thing for her," he was saying. "She's just so angry. She has every right and reason to be, of course, but it's very hard to handle, especially with three abuse survivors in the house. We didn't go through this with Jared, and the twins are doing really well with some extracurriculars to help vent their emotions."
Noah felt cold. "I'm not too familiar with your other cases," the woman said. "I'm Joy's social worker, so I only know a little. But I do know there's four abuse survivors, not three," she said, giving Adrian a pointed but not-unsympathetic look.
"Wait," Noah said, finally finding his voice. "What?"
Adrian looked at him, frowning. "What?"
"Bouncing her?"
There was quiet in the room for a minute as Adrian and the social worker exchanged a look. Adrian shifted in his chair, turning toward Noah and taking his hand again. "Baby-"
"Don't." Noah sent him a warning look and pulled his hand away, shifting in his own chair. He'd been slouching down like a kid, but he sat up and leaned forward now. "Look, she's hard to handle, yeah, but hard don't mean impossible," he drawled. His accent was emerging, a signal of how distressed he was." This is the first time she's done anything like this, can't we get some kinda three strikes thing goin' here?"
"It's the first of this exact incident, but it is not the first time she's done 'anything like this,' Mr. Miller," the social worker said firmly. "In the three months you've had her, she's been in four fights with her foster sister, two of which came to blows, and those are just the ones you've reported. The real number is four times that, isn't it?"
Noah rubbed both hands over his face. "Look, we'll get Melinda out of her room, that'll solve a lot of the problems. I mean, we got two pre-teens sharin' a twelve-by-twelve room, of course they're gonna fight. We'll put Marek and Melinda in the basement, they'll love that, so Joy has her own room. We can-"
"Noah," the social worker cut across. "I understand your apprehension. But Joy obviously needs to be in therapeutic care. She doesn't just need your love, she needs that and a lot more."
"Can't we get licensed for therapeutic care? I'll take whatever class there is to take."
"Therapeutic care usually involves parents who currently or formerly work in psychology, education, social work, things like that. It's not just a class to take."
Noah rubbed the back of his neck, clsoing his eyes for a minute. "Look," he said, face turned to the ground. "The thing Joy needs more than anything is stability. She's basically spent the last two years getting rocked in ways that most adults can't even try to handle." He looked up now, almost pleading. "Do you know what the suicide rates look like for new werewolves? It's fucking scary, and the vast majority of those are consensual. You know how insanely illegal it is to bite a child or anyone who hasn't consented, and almost half of new werewolves still decide to fuckin' quit within six months."
"I can see you've done your homework, but-"
"But nothin'," Noah snapped, voice cold. "She needs to stay in one place for awhile with people who love her. And we do." Noah studiously kept himself from looking over at Adrian. He wasn't sure if he could handle it if his husband looked anything less than utterly convinced of his own love for their problem child. "It's gonna take a little extra work and that's fine. We can do that. Just give her one more chance with us, okay? Please."
There was silence for a moment. "I'm sorry, Noah," the social worker said, shaking her head a little. "But with an incident like this, assaulting a foster parent, I don't have a choice. The rules are firm." Noah imagined he could see pity in her eyes.
He sat back in his chair, a lump in his throat. "Let's be fuckin' honest, how many foster parents in this state are there who've worked in psychology or education or whatever bullshit?"
"Noah," Adrian said quietly.
"No, I'm serious. What are the chances she's actually gettin' another family? She's goin' right into a group home, isn't she, and she ain't never comin' out, right?"
"There are no therapeutic homes currently open, so yes, temporarily, she-"
"Yeah, that's what I fuckin' thought."
"Temporarily-"
"I'll be outside," Noah said, standing abruptly and storming out of the room. Fortunately, the door was constructed such that it didn't slam against the wall even with a grown, angry man shoving it with all his strength.
Noah made a fist and considered punching the concrete wall, but there were people near enough to notice if he did that, and he didn't want to lose their foster license for something like that. So he sat down on a bench nearby, pressing that fist to his mouth and nose and closing his eyes. They were uncomfortably wet and he forced himself to take a breath. It wasn't very deep, but he forced another, and soon he was sucking in big gasps, letting the oxygen smoothe everything out. He imagined he could hear air talking to him, calming him down where fire wanted him riled up. He was air's son-in-law now, after all, why shouldn't he speak to Noah? This irrelevant train of thought helped him to calm down, helped him to forget about Joy's face and what it was going to look like through the back window of a car, and how it was going to feel like ripping a piece out of his soul.
Eventually, Adrian emerged, and Noah stood up, feeling oddly hollow.
"Hey," Adrian said quietly. "She's gonna come get Joy tomorrow. We've got some time to tell her." His hand came up, rubbing at Noah's shoulder, but he knocked it away more roughly than necessary.
"Don't fuckin' touch me." Noah turned without waiting to see Adrian's face, heading toward the car. If Adrian touched him, he was going to cry.
"Okay," Adrian said, shifting in his chair and looking serious. "I want to tell you up front that I broke a pretty big rule. But I had no other choice other than to let Joy hurt me, herself, or one of the other kids, and I obviously couldn't do that. I didn't harm her physically in any way."
"And she could seriously hurt the other kids or even Adrian," Noah cut in. "You know how big Joy is for her age, and she's strong, she'll go running outside or do pushups if she gets bored. That's on top of werewolf strength. I can only just handle her and I'm both way stronger than him and trained to physically restrain people." Adrian was nodding as Noah spoke.
"Okay," the social worker said, nodding. "I'll have to hear the story before I can say anything more."
Adrian exhaled and rubbed his hands over his thighs. "Okay. Well, I had asked her to do the dishes, and she was resistant. She didn't want to do them when they were going to get dirty again in a few hours, but we needed dishes to eat off of, we were basically arguing about that. She was getting really angry, so I asked if she wanted to make some stars -- the origami stars, you remember, right? One of our other wards, Jared, doesn't like loud fighting -- Joy was yelling a lot by this point -- so he ran by the door to go hide in the laundry room, and Joy looked like she might go after and attack him. So I got in the doorway, between her and Jared, and she hit me. You can see the bruise here," he said, with a gesture to his jaw.
Noah quietly reached over and took Adrian's hand, holding it firmly. Being hit was a little more serious for Adrian than for most people, and he knew it, wanting to protect Adrian from it. Adrian squeezed back a little, grateful, and kept going. "I told her we don't hit, but she hit me again and started trying to push me down the stairs. So I pushed her against the wall of the kitchen with wind, careful to keep anything in the kitchen from flying and hitting her. She fought it and tried to come after me, but she couldn't get traction in socks on a tile floor in hurricane-force winds. She wasn't calming down, but Noah got home a couple of minutes later."
"I'd been out with our other two foster kids, the twins, taking them for ice cream as a reward for good behavior. I heard Adrian call for my help, so I went upstairs. He let go of her and she ran at us, but I caught her and safely physically restrained her. She was starting to shift at this point, involuntarily, so I hauled her into the basement, where there was less she could damage. I got her in front of a mirror so she could see herself shifting and that seemed to wake her up enough to calm down. She locked herself in the bathroom and stayed there most of the evening, came out and went to bed after everyone else was asleep."
The social worker nodded, seeming to mull this over. "So...what you're telling me is this." She looked at them, eyes wide and serious. "Noah was outside with the twins when Joy started to yell and hit. Adrian called for Noah's help, who came in and restrained Joy until she calmed down." She looked at one, then the other, leaning forward slightly over her desk.
Adrian frowned. "No," he said. "You forgot-"
Noah stepped on Adrian's foot behind the desk. "Yes, ma'am," he said. "That's what happened."
It clicked and Adrian frowned unhappily, but nodded when the woman looked at him. "Yes, ma'am."
The social worker relaxed minutely and nodded, looking to her computer screen as she typed. "I'll type that up now and have you both sign it before you leave," she said. "A copy will go in your foster file, and a copy into Joy's, as the precipitating incident for bouncing her to therapeutic care."
Noah blinked in shock, but Adrian was nodding. "Okay. That's probably the best thing for her," he was saying. "She's just so angry. She has every right and reason to be, of course, but it's very hard to handle, especially with three abuse survivors in the house. We didn't go through this with Jared, and the twins are doing really well with some extracurriculars to help vent their emotions."
Noah felt cold. "I'm not too familiar with your other cases," the woman said. "I'm Joy's social worker, so I only know a little. But I do know there's four abuse survivors, not three," she said, giving Adrian a pointed but not-unsympathetic look.
"Wait," Noah said, finally finding his voice. "What?"
Adrian looked at him, frowning. "What?"
"Bouncing her?"
There was quiet in the room for a minute as Adrian and the social worker exchanged a look. Adrian shifted in his chair, turning toward Noah and taking his hand again. "Baby-"
"Don't." Noah sent him a warning look and pulled his hand away, shifting in his own chair. He'd been slouching down like a kid, but he sat up and leaned forward now. "Look, she's hard to handle, yeah, but hard don't mean impossible," he drawled. His accent was emerging, a signal of how distressed he was." This is the first time she's done anything like this, can't we get some kinda three strikes thing goin' here?"
"It's the first of this exact incident, but it is not the first time she's done 'anything like this,' Mr. Miller," the social worker said firmly. "In the three months you've had her, she's been in four fights with her foster sister, two of which came to blows, and those are just the ones you've reported. The real number is four times that, isn't it?"
Noah rubbed both hands over his face. "Look, we'll get Melinda out of her room, that'll solve a lot of the problems. I mean, we got two pre-teens sharin' a twelve-by-twelve room, of course they're gonna fight. We'll put Marek and Melinda in the basement, they'll love that, so Joy has her own room. We can-"
"Noah," the social worker cut across. "I understand your apprehension. But Joy obviously needs to be in therapeutic care. She doesn't just need your love, she needs that and a lot more."
"Can't we get licensed for therapeutic care? I'll take whatever class there is to take."
"Therapeutic care usually involves parents who currently or formerly work in psychology, education, social work, things like that. It's not just a class to take."
Noah rubbed the back of his neck, clsoing his eyes for a minute. "Look," he said, face turned to the ground. "The thing Joy needs more than anything is stability. She's basically spent the last two years getting rocked in ways that most adults can't even try to handle." He looked up now, almost pleading. "Do you know what the suicide rates look like for new werewolves? It's fucking scary, and the vast majority of those are consensual. You know how insanely illegal it is to bite a child or anyone who hasn't consented, and almost half of new werewolves still decide to fuckin' quit within six months."
"I can see you've done your homework, but-"
"But nothin'," Noah snapped, voice cold. "She needs to stay in one place for awhile with people who love her. And we do." Noah studiously kept himself from looking over at Adrian. He wasn't sure if he could handle it if his husband looked anything less than utterly convinced of his own love for their problem child. "It's gonna take a little extra work and that's fine. We can do that. Just give her one more chance with us, okay? Please."
There was silence for a moment. "I'm sorry, Noah," the social worker said, shaking her head a little. "But with an incident like this, assaulting a foster parent, I don't have a choice. The rules are firm." Noah imagined he could see pity in her eyes.
He sat back in his chair, a lump in his throat. "Let's be fuckin' honest, how many foster parents in this state are there who've worked in psychology or education or whatever bullshit?"
"Noah," Adrian said quietly.
"No, I'm serious. What are the chances she's actually gettin' another family? She's goin' right into a group home, isn't she, and she ain't never comin' out, right?"
"There are no therapeutic homes currently open, so yes, temporarily, she-"
"Yeah, that's what I fuckin' thought."
"Temporarily-"
"I'll be outside," Noah said, standing abruptly and storming out of the room. Fortunately, the door was constructed such that it didn't slam against the wall even with a grown, angry man shoving it with all his strength.
Noah made a fist and considered punching the concrete wall, but there were people near enough to notice if he did that, and he didn't want to lose their foster license for something like that. So he sat down on a bench nearby, pressing that fist to his mouth and nose and closing his eyes. They were uncomfortably wet and he forced himself to take a breath. It wasn't very deep, but he forced another, and soon he was sucking in big gasps, letting the oxygen smoothe everything out. He imagined he could hear air talking to him, calming him down where fire wanted him riled up. He was air's son-in-law now, after all, why shouldn't he speak to Noah? This irrelevant train of thought helped him to calm down, helped him to forget about Joy's face and what it was going to look like through the back window of a car, and how it was going to feel like ripping a piece out of his soul.
Eventually, Adrian emerged, and Noah stood up, feeling oddly hollow.
"Hey," Adrian said quietly. "She's gonna come get Joy tomorrow. We've got some time to tell her." His hand came up, rubbing at Noah's shoulder, but he knocked it away more roughly than necessary.
"Don't fuckin' touch me." Noah turned without waiting to see Adrian's face, heading toward the car. If Adrian touched him, he was going to cry.
