WIP Amnesty: Bollig/Shaw kink (22,400 words, Explicit) 2/3

[rsadelle]

Part 1


Instead of texting Shawsy that he's there, Brandon waves at the doorman on duty - he's over enough that he knows all of them and doesn't have to wait for them to get permission to let him in - and takes the elevator up.

Shawsy opens the door and says, "You could have texted me. I would have come down."

"I know," Brandon says. He nudges Shawsy back inside and closes the door. "Before we go, ground rules for this evening."

"Don't be an asshole. Don't stare. Confidentiality," Shawsy says. "I got it."

"That's a start," Brandon says. He heads for the living room.

Shawsy heaves a sigh and flops down on the couch. "What else?"

Brandon sits on the other end of the couch. "If you want to play with someone, you don't leave the club. Go upstairs to a private room. Or the public space, if you're into that. You tell me where you're going and who you're going with. And you make sure they have your safeword before you do." Brandon fixes Shawsy with a look. "This isn't about proving you're tough. This is about staying safe." He holds up a hand before Shawsy can even make the protest Brandon can see him gearing up to make. "I'm not just talking about physical safety. Do you remember what it was like when we played? The way you got into it?"

"Yeah," Shawsy says.

"You're vulnerable when you feel like that, and this stuff can mess you up if you're not careful. You always, always need a way to say when it's hurting in a bad way or when it's too much for you."

"Okay," Shawsy says. He looks like he's taking it seriously, so Brandon's willing to let that be the end of their conversation. "But it's not like I'm going to want to play with anyone."

"You ever go out and hook up even when you weren't planning on it?"

"Yeah, of course," Shawsy says, and then he rolls his eyes. "Okay, I got it."

"Good." Brandon stands up. "Now we can go."

Friday night is a good night to go to the club, and it's late enough that there are a lot of people already there. Brandon leads Shawsy to the bar so they can get bottles of water, and then heads back across the floor to stop and chat with a few people. He tells everyone who asks that Shawsy is a friend checking out the scene, and lets the people who don't ask assume whatever they want. If they don't ask, they're not interested in Shawsy anyway, and it won't matter if they think he's Brandon's sub.

Katy smiles when he turns away from a table to find her walking toward him, Anna a step behind her. "Hi," she says, and she leans forward to kiss Brandon's cheek while they exchange a hug. Then she says, "You came back," to Shawsy.

"I did," Shawsy says. "Hi."

Katy relies mostly on sweetness, and that's what's on her face when she smiles at Shawsy. "I hope you enjoy it." Then she tugs gently on the leash in her hands. "All right, kitten, you can say hi to Master Brandon."

Anna slips around her, eyes down, shy smile on her face. "Hi, Master Brandon."

"Hi, kitten." Brandon tips her chin up, and smiles at her. "Being good for your mistress?"

"Yes, Master Brandon."

"That's a good girl." Brandon glances at Katy for a nod of permission before he pulls Anna in, one hand on her ass to put her where he wants her while he kisses her.

"Thank you, Master Brandon," Anna says, breathless, when Brandon lets go of her.

"You're welcome." Brandon runs his hand over her hair and smiles at her before he gives her a little push and she falls back behind Katy.

"You're always good for making my night a little more exciting," Katy says. She squeezes Brandon's arm. "Come find us if you want to play."

"I will," Brandon says. He probably won't want to, not if he's keeping an eye on Shawsy, but he appreciates the invitation.

Shawsy leans in to ask "Are you some kind of rock star here?" once Katy and Anna have moved on.

"I'm good," Brandon says. He rolls his shoulders back. "Maybe even better than I am at hockey." He taps Shawsy's jaw. "Why do you think they asked me to demo with Malcolm last time?"

"I was too distracted to wonder about it," Shawsy says. He nudges Brandon's arm with an elbow. "Are you going to take me to see what's going on upstairs?"

Brandon spares a thought to telling Shawsy to go ahead on his own, but he could probably use someone to explain things to him. Brandon swings them by the bar to get more water first, and then leads Shawsy up to the second floor.

There are people on the stage-like platform, and a couple of other scenes with an audience. Brandon gestures Shawsy into the room and lets him determine their direction.

Shawsy stops to watch the scene on the stage first. There's a man on a St. Andrew's Cross, not tied, but keeping his feet placed and holding on to the straps. His doms are a man and a woman. She has a handful of clothespins that are a match to the ones already clipped to the sub's skin. He has a crop that he uses to place precise stripes between the clothespins.

They watch for a couple of minutes, as the doms place more clothespins, hit the sub again. Brandon keeps an eye on Shawsy, who's clearly trying to remain neutral but winces when the woman attaches a clothespin to the sub's dick.

"People like that?" Shawsy asks. At least he keeps his voice down.

"Some people are into the pain. Look at his face."

Brandon's aware of what else is going on on the stage, but what his gaze keeps coming back to is the sub's face, so deep into the scene that he doesn't hide anything, not how much it hurts and not how much he likes it.

Shawsy looks for a minute or so longer, then turns away. "Can we?" He gestures toward the rest of the room.

Brandon stands back enough to let Shawsy lead as they slip away from the audience in front of the stage. He heads toward the scene at the side of the room, whether because that one looks more interesting than the one at the back or because he's going in some sort of systematic tour of the room.

The sub is a naked woman, and her dom, a man, is wrapping rope around her arms and tying it off at regular intervals.

"Bondage," Shawsy says, not quite making it a question.

"Suspension probably, knowing them." Brandon points out the hooks hanging from the ceiling. "He'll tie her up and then tie her to those."

Shawsy looks back and forth between the hooks and the scene on the stage a couple of times, and then watches the careful way the dom is tying his sub up. "This is going to take forever."

Brandon suppresses a laugh. Of course Shawsy would be too impatient for that kind of bondage. It's not really Brandon's thing either, so he nudges Shawsy with his shoulder. "Come on, Goldilocks. Let's try the last scene."

Shawsy snickers a little at the joke and follows Brandon over to the scene at the back of the room.

"That's the guy you were with last time we were here," Shawsy says when they get there.

"Yeah, Malcolm," Brandon says. "And that's Alan, who was supposed to demo with him last time."

If Shawsy was into watching Brandon's demo with Malcolm last time, Alan and Malcolm are probably going to be more his thing. More Brandon's too.

They're already well into their scene, and while Brandon and Shawsy watch, Alan hauls Malcolm across the play area and shoves him over the spanking bench. There are cuffs already attached, and Alan snaps Malcolm into them. The bench is set sideways to the audience so they can see Malcolm's face as long as he keeps it turned toward them.

Shawsy sucks in a breath when Alan smacks Malcolm's ass with his bare hand.

Brandon turns his attention away from the scene to watch Shawsy. Shawsy doesn't look away until a few seconds later when Alan picks up a paddle.

"That could be fun," Shawsy says, leaning in toward Brandon. Against Brandon, shoulder to Brandon's chest. "If you're not mad at me and just doing it for fun." He looks at the scene. "With your hand. Not a paddle." He winces at a particularly loud smack, which is good to know if not something Brandon would have guessed about him.

It sounds like a negotiation, and more like one with Shawsy still leaning on him.

"Andy," Brandon asks, drawing Shawsy's attention away from the scene, "do you want me to?"

"Yeah," Shawsy says, his eyes going dark. Then he half-smirks at Brandon. "I'm not supposed to leave the club if I'm playing with someone. I promised."

"You fucking brat," Brandon says with a laugh. "Give me your safeword, and we'll go upstairs."

Shawsy does, and Brandon leads him up the stairs to the third floor. He gets a key from the man working the upstairs desk and takes Shawsy down the hall to their room. He picked one of the plainer ones, one that looks a lot like the hotel rooms they're forever staying in.

They both kick off their shoes inside the door, and Brandon keeps going to sit on the end of the bed. Shawsy stays near the door.

Brandon looks him up and down for a minute before he tells him, "Take off your clothes."

Shawsy glances from Brandon to the chair in the corner of the room, and Brandon chuckles a little before he waves a hand at Shawsy to give him permission to do it however he wants.

Shawsy, predictably enough, folds his clothes and leaves them in a neat stack on the chair. He also bends over more than necessary in the process, and Brandon has to stifle a laugh at how obvious he's being.

He has his expression mostly under control by the time Shawsy turns to face him, although Shawsy's widening smirk is probably an answer to the amusement Brandon can't quite hide.

"Come here," Brandon says, and he waits until Shawsy's right in front of him before he says, "Over my lap."

That's easier said than done, completely obvious Shawsy hasn't done this before when it's so awkward that Brandon says, "You're supposed to be an elite athlete," through a laugh.

"Fuck you," Shawsy says, and Brandon smacks his thigh lightly.

They get Shawsy situated after a minute, and Brandon rubs the small of his back. "Okay? Comfortable enough?"

Shawsy shifts a little bit. "Not crushing my junk."

Brandon can't keep in a laugh. "Good." He bends down so his mouth is close to Shawsy's ear. "And Andy? Don't come until I tell you to. I won't be happy if you make a mess out of my pants."

Brandon sits up and doesn't give Shawsy any time to adjust before he slaps his ass. He starts out easy, because neither of them actually know what Shawsy can take yet, and because he wants to do this for a while and build it up. Shawsy has the kind of magnificent hockey player ass Brandon doesn't usually get to play with.

Shawsy wriggles after a minute. "Is that all you've got?"

Brandon slaps him harder, just once, and gets a gasp out of Shawsy. "I'm in charge here, Andy. I decide what you get." He goes back to lighter hits, until he's just starting to feel it in his hands. Then he takes it up a notch.

Shawsy lets out a gasp at the first harder hit. Brandon keeps going, not giving him a chance to think too hard about it. Shawsy has a safeword if it's too much or not what he wants, and he can think about it later. Right now is about doing.

By the time Brandon takes it up a little more, slapping the obscene curve of Shawsy's ass hard enough to sting his palm a little, Shawsy is rubbing his hips against Brandon's thigh and gasping wetly with every hit.

Shawsy's whole ass is pink, shading into red, when Brandon stops.

Shawsy makes a protesting noise that Brandon ignores while he gently dumps Shawsy onto the floor between his feet. "On your knees," Brandon says.

Shawsy gets onto his knees, and sits back with Brandon's push to his shoulder. He makes a noise in the back of his throat as his ass makes contact with his heels.

Brandon gets his cock out while he watches Shawsy shift around a little, clearly exploring what that feels like, face flushed almost as red as his ass, eyes wet. Brandon almost just jerks off on his face.

Instead he catches Shawsy's attention with one hand curved around the back of his head, and having Shawsy's face turn up to him and Shawsy's eyes meet his is almost too much.

"Give me your hands."

Shawsy does, and Brandon places them on his thighs. Their heat seeps through his jeans. "Keep them there," Brandon says. He cups the back of Shawsy's head again. "Suck me." He guides Shawsy in. "Careful with your teeth."

It's only Shawsy's second time doing this, unless he's been getting up to things he hasn't told Brandon about since the last time they played, but he keeps good control of his teeth. It's not a perfect blow job, but it's good, better for the tears still glittering on Shawsy's eyelashes.

Shawsy wasn't the only one getting hard during that spanking, and Brandon pushes him off after a couple of minutes. He ignores Shawsy's protest and jerks himself off onto Shawsy's chest.

Brandon gives himself a couple of seconds to recover from his orgasm, which he does while looking at Shawsy and noting that Shawsy's hands are still where Brandon put them, before he nudges Shawsy's cock with his foot.

"Jerk yourself off. You can move your hands."

Shawsy shifts, obviously grinding his ass against his heels, while he jerks himself off with one hand and keeps the other splayed across his chest, where Brandon came on him. He's gorgeous. Brandon wants to keep him.

"Andy," he murmurs, "I want you to come. Can you do that for me?"

Shawsy nods, and jerks himself off faster, slides the hand on his chest so it spreads Brandon's come around.

"Good," Brandon says. "That's so good." He can't keep his hands off of Shawsy any longer, and he wraps one of them around the back of Shawsy's neck.

Shawsy comes onto his own stomach with a wail.

"Good," Brandon murmurs. "That was so good." He pulls Shawsy down so his forehead is resting on Brandon's knee. He strokes Shawsy's hair and listens to him gasp for breath.

Shawsy eventually speaks. "Thank you, Master Brandon."

That punches all the air out of Brandon's lungs and he bends over to kiss the top of Shawsy's head.

"I need you to sit back for me for a minute," Brandon says, and he guides Shawsy upright. Then he almost forgets what he was going to do, because Shawsy is covered in come, still a little teary-eyed, and absolutely, completely gone.

Brandon gets out of his clothes quickly, tossing them out of the way, and then pushes the blankets to one side before he pulls Shawsy up onto the bed with him. Shawsy goes easily, completely pliant while Brandon gets him into bed and pulls the blankets over them.

Brandon pulls Shawsy over to cuddle with him and runs his hands up and down Shawsy's back. He lets time lose meaning and keeps all of his attention on Shawsy.

"I was right," Shawsy says after a while. His breath is even, back to normal now. "That was fun." He raises his head and gives Brandon a grin that's only a few shades more subdued than his usual one.

"Yes, it was." Brandon smacks a kiss onto Shawsy's forehead. "Want to share a shower?"

"Yeah," Shawsy says. He makes a noise when he sits up.

"Sore?"

Shawsy shrugs and gets out of bed carefully. His ass is still pink. "You could have hit me harder. Or more. I could have taken it."

"I know you could." Brandon crowds up against his back and squeezes his ass. He waits for Shawsy's hiss before he drops a kiss onto Shawsy's neck and steers him into the bathroom. "But I didn't think you'd want to have bruises on your ass in a locker room with Sharpy."

"Oh," Shawsy says. "I guess not."

Brandon turns on the shower. The nice thing about the club is that the showers are built to fit at least two people, so neither of them has to be crowded against the tile when they step in. Brandon makes sure they both get clean, but they don't linger, and he pushes Shawsy out into the room to get dressed.

There are energy bars in a basket on top of the mini fridge. Brandon gives one to Shawsy that he munches on while they return the key and go down the stairs. There's water and juice in the mini fridge, but Brandon takes Shawsy down to the bar and gets him a bottle of Gatorade.

"We can stay," Shawsy says, and he does look more alert again. Brandon's not going to make him stand around, though, so he finds a table with people he knows and a pair of open chairs and they sit down.

Most of the table is friendly, even Geoff, who gives Shawsy a look when he sits. Geoff will say he respects different ways to play, but he doesn't really think subs should be on furniture without express permission.

Shawsy doesn't seem bothered, so Brandon lets it go; Geoff knows how he feels about the subject, and he won't do more than just that look.

Brandon has an arm around the back of Shawsy's chair while he chats with everyone else, and that's their only contact until Shawsy starts leaning into his side. When Brandon looks over to check on him, Shawsy's eyelids are drooping.

Brandon moves his arm from the back of Shawsy's chair to his shoulders and says his goodbyes to everyone else. "Gotta get this one home before he falls asleep right here." They get a variety of pleasant goodbyes and knowing looks.

"Do you want to go home," Brandon asks in the car, "or do you want to crash at my place?"

"Your place," Shawsy says.

Brandon's not surprised. He drives them home, guides Shawsy into his apartment, and makes him brush his teeth with one of the spare toothbrushes Brandon keeps for overnight guests before he lets him strip down to his underwear and get into bed.

Shawsy's halfway to sleep when Brandon's done stripping down and brushing his teeth, but he's still awake enough to curl up to Brandon when he gets into bed.

"That was fun," Shawsy says. "Thanks for taking me."

Brandon presses a kiss to his temple. "You're welcome."

*

Brandon keeps an eye on Shawsy for a few days, but Shawsy seems fine, and he catches up with Brandon in the parking lot after practice one day.

"I didn't crash this time," Shawsy says.

"I noticed," Brandon says. "You still feeling okay?"

"Yep. It was fun, and I still feel good about it, but normal, not like I'm still feeling it."

"Good," Brandon says. "It doesn't always make you drop later."

Shawsy shrugs. "I liked it even when it did. Can I come over?"

Brandon stops walking and looks at Shawsy, who looks back evenly. No telling if he wants to play video games or ask Brandon questions about the club.

"Come over for dinner," Brandon says. He needs a nap, and Shawsy probably does too. "I'll feed you," he adds to forestall any stubborn insistence from Shawsy that he come over now.

Shawsy says, "Okay," and shows up later, while Brandon's cooking. Shawsy follows him into the kitchen, peering around him at the stove. "Are you making the mushroom thing? I love the mushroom thing."

"Yes," Brandon says, answering both of those and not mentioning that he stopped at the grocery store on his way home from the rink so he could make the mushroom thing for Shawsy. He nudges Shawsy away from the stove. "Get out of my way, mutt."

Shawsy gets himself a glass of water and stays out of Brandon's way while he cooks. He chatters a lot, like usual, and gets plates out when Brandon asks him to.

They're halfway through dinner when Shawsy asks, "Do you ever hook up with people who aren't?" He finishes the question with a gesture that Brandon has to interpret.

"In the scene?" Brandon finishes for him.

"Yeah, that."

"Occasionally," Brandon says, "but not much, and it's never more than just one hook-up."

Shawsy makes a face that asks a question without words.

"It's not like I can't get off without playing, but," Brandon shrugs, "I'm not really interested in anything long-term if there isn't at least the possibility of it, and when it comes to hooking up, most of the time I'd rather go to the club."

Shawsy's quiet for a minute while he eats more of the mushroom thing.

"So do you ever hook up with people you've played with without playing?" Shawsy asks the question so deliberately casually that it's probably what he wanted to ask in the first place.

"Sure," Brandon says. "I like vanilla sex sometimes, and I like it more when there's the possibility that it might turn into something less vanilla."

"So will you fuck me?" Shawsy asks.

Brandon stops with his fork in midair.

"Because I think I want you to do that sometime when we're playing," Shawsy continues, "but probably I should try it out without playing first."

Brandon puts his fork down on his plate. He takes a deep breath and then lets it out in a huff of a laugh. "Do you even realize how many things you're asking?"

"Uh, two?"

"At least three," Brandon says. "You're asking me to fuck you, you're asking to keep playing with me, and you're asking me to fuck you while we're playing."

"Oh, yeah, I guess," Shawsy says. "I mean, unless you don't want to keep playing with me."

Brandon doesn't even try not to laugh. "Babe, you're a handful. Yeah, I want to keep playing with you, but we're going to talk about it first."

"You're really into that," Shawsy says.

"Part of the deal," Brandon says with a one-shouldered shrug. "Negotiation is important, and one of the things you learn in the scene is how to talk about what you want and see if it matches up with what the other person or people want."

"Okay," Shawsy says. "So what do we have to talk about?"

Brandon should have known that wouldn't deter Shawsy. He goes after what he wants, even if it takes a while to get there. A little negotiation isn't going to scare him off.

Brandon picks up his fork and takes the bite he didn't earlier to give himself a moment to figure out if there's a best approach here. Then he figures he might as well just dive in and they can circle around to whatever they miss on the first pass.

"Is this just playing or do you want something more out of this?"

"More like what?" Shawsy asks.

That's another one of those things Brandon can't help but laugh at. "Like a relationship," he says. "Like dating. Do you want something like that with me or do you just want to play because you like it and you trust me with that?"

"Oh," Shawsy says. "Because I like it and I trust you, I guess." He looks at Brandon like he's studying him. "I never really thought about dating you."

Brandon laughs. "I haven't really thought about dating you either." He gives Shawsy an obvious once-over. "I wouldn't mind." He shakes his head at the look on Shawsy's face, like he can't decide if that's a good thing or if Brandon's hassling him. "No, we don't have to. But playing can be a really intimate experience." He grins at Shawsy's snort. "Beyond the obvious. Emotionally intimate." He shrugs. "You might change your mind about that later, or I might."

"And then we'll have to talk about it, right?" Shawsy asks with half a smirk.

"Yep," Brandon says. "Look, if we're going to do this, I'm going to want to push your limits. Not all the time, like last time was good and it was just fun, and fucking you tonight will be that kind of thing, but sometimes I'm going to want to push you hard and see how much you can take."

"Yeah," Shawsy says. His eyes have gone dark, and his voice rasps over the word. "Yeah, you should. We should do that."

Of course he wants that. Maybe Brandon should have told him what he was into a long time ago.

"Finish your dinner," Brandon says. "I'll fuck you after we clean up, and we'll talk about anything else we're going to do when we do it. What you might think you want now and what you'll actually want later might not be the same things. And you've got the basics of negotiation down."

Shawsy obediently takes a bite of the mushroom thing.

After they finish eating, Shawsy helps clean up, and then they're done with dinner and the kitchen is clean and there's nothing stopping them from doing anything else.

"Still want me to fuck you?" Brandon asks.

Shawsy says, "Yes," immediately. Then, more hesitantly, he says, "I read about it, on the internet or whatever, and I, uh, took a really thorough shower."

And fuck if he isn't just so good. Brandon pulls him close and hugs him tight. "Good," he murmurs into Shawsy's ear. Then he pulls back and swats Shawsy on the ass. "Now get yourself into my bedroom."

Shawsy heads in that direction and says, "I thought it wasn't supposed to be like that tonight," over his shoulder.

"It's not," Brandon says. "I just couldn't resist your ass."

Shawsy laughs and shakes his ass in Brandon's direction, as if he needed any more incentive to follow Shawsy to the bedroom.

Brandon turns out lights as they go, so the only light is the one in the bedroom, the lamp, not the overhead.

"Making it all romantic?" Shawsy asks with skeptical eyebrows.

"Your first time should be romantic," Brandon manages to say with a straight face, and then cracks into a grin when Shawsy shoves at his shoulder. "Come here, babe." He pulls Shawsy into his arms, and tips his head back before he kisses him. Only once he does it does he realize it's their first kiss. He softens it, just a little, and gets Shawsy smirking at him when he pulls away.

"You don't actually have to romance me."

"What if I want to?" Brandon kisses him again, making it long and slow, one kiss fading into the next, both of them in it, both of them starting to get hard from it.

Shawsy is gratifyingly flushed and glassy-eyed when Brandon stops kissing him, and he asks, "Why'd you stop?"

Brandon quirks a smile at him, and doesn't remind him he was the one who said Brandon didn't have to romance him. "Take your clothes off."

"You're really bossy even though we're not playing," Shawsy says.

"Yep." Brandon half watches Shawsy while he takes off his own clothes. "If you want to be in charge sometime, we could negotiate that."

Shawsy pauses with his jeans unzipped but still up around his hips. "Huh," he says, and then he shakes his head and finishes getting naked.

Brandon pulls the blankets away, and then pushes a wholly unprotesting Shawsy down onto the sheets. He follows him down, because he's not going to rush this, and they were having fun making out. It's fun like this, too, both of them naked and Brandon can feel how much fun Shawsy is having.

"I thought you were going to fuck me," Shawsy says after a while.

Brandon pats his hip. "I am." They're not in a hurry, but he sits up and gets the lube from his nightstand. "You might not like this," he says.

"I've liked everything we've done," Shawsy says.

"That just means I haven't hit your limits yet." Brandon looks down at Shawsy. It doesn't matter if he doesn't get to fuck him; he looks good enough just stretched out in Brandon's bed. "It's going to be strange at first, but tell me if it hurts or you really don't like it. We don't have to do this."

"Okay," Shawsy says. "Come on already."

Brandon finally opens the lube and pours some of it onto his fingers. He has to move, nudge Shawsy's knees apart so he's between them instead of straddling Shawsy. He rubs his fingers over Shawsy's hole first, getting him used to the touch and spreading lube around.

"Are you going to do anything?" Shawsy asks.

"I am doing something," Brandon says. He rubs his fingers a little harder, not quite pushing the pad of one of them into Shawsy. "How does that feel?"

Shawsy opens his mouth and then closes it.

Brandon waits without moving for Shawsy to figure out what he's actually going to say.

"Kind of weird," Shawsy says. "But not bad."

"Okay," Brandon says. "Tell me if you want to stop." He doesn't wait for Shawsy's acknowledgment of that before he pushes one finger into him.

"Isn't this supposed to be more, I don't know, athletic?" Shawsy asks after a few seconds.

Brandon laughs and has to press his mouth to Shawsy's hip. "Not the first time." He does push a second finger into Shawsy, though, figuring he can take it.

"That's weirder," Shawsy says, and he shifts a little on Brandon's fingers.

Brandon moves his fingers, stretching Shawsy a little and then settling in. "Good weird or bad weird?"

Shawsy closes his eyes for a second, and then he says, "Good weird, I guess."

Brandon kisses his hip again, and then moves his fingers, slowly stretching Shawsy wider. Shawsy's not all the way soft, but his erection has flagged. "Still want this?"

"Yeah, keep going."

Brandon does, stretching Shawsy out a little more, adding more lube to make it easier and slicker. Shawsy hisses when he adds a third finger, and Brandon uses his free hand to pet Shawsy's thigh.

"Still okay?"

Shawsy raises his head and looks down at Brandon. "Yeah. Trying to get used to it. Your dick's going to be more than this."

"Yeah it is," Brandon says with a smirk. He waits for Shawsy's derisive snort before he wraps his hand around Shawsy's cock. It wipes any teasing off of Shawsy's face.

Brandon strokes Shawsy slowly while he keeps stretching him, and then he twists his fingers and finds Shawsy's prostate.

"Oh, fuck," Shawsy says.

Brandon grins at him. "Yep," he says. "That's why people do this."

"Fuck you," Shawsy gasps. "I want it for more than that."

Brandon chuckles and shakes his head, because Shawsy is so good at this even though he doesn't know what he's doing. He lets go of Shawsy's cock and pats his hip. "Ready for my dick?"

"Yeah," Shawsy says. "Give it to me."

Brandon pulls his fingers out slowly, keeping his other hand on Shawsy's hip while he goes.

"Okay," Shawsy mutters, "that part's really weird." He shifts his hips.

"It'll get better in a minute," Brandon says. He wipes his fingers off and tears open a condom.

Shawsy snickers. "When you give me your dick?"

Brandon smirks back at him. "That's what you wanted." He leans over Shawsy. "You know you might not come from this."

Shawsy hooks an ankle around his leg. "I told you I read about it on the internet. Just fuck me."

"Pushy," Brandon says. He leans down and kisses Shawsy to keep him from making the protest Brandon can see him thinking about, and then he pulls back and guides his cock into Shawsy.

He watches Shawsy's face, mostly, going slowly, waiting for Shawsy to look comfortable before he pushes in any more. When he's all the way in Shawsy, he stops and cups Shawsy's cheek. "Still good?"

"Yeah." Shawsy turns his face into Brandon's touch. "It's a lot more intense than I thought it would be."

"That happens," Brandon says. He looks down between them. Shawsy's erection has flagged again, so Brandon wraps one hand around it, stroking him gently.

Shawsy closes his eyes, and keeps them closed for a while. His cock is mostly hard again when he nudges Brandon with one heel. "Move already. I don't just want your dick in me. I want you to fuck me."

Brandon draws back slowly and pushes into Shawsy slow but firm. He keeps up a slow, steady rhythm, giving Shawsy time to get used to it. Shawsy moves with him a little, shifting into it, moving his legs until he settles down.

Brandon opens his mouth to check in, but Shawsy puts his arms around his shoulders and pulls him down into a kiss instead.

"I'm still good," Shawsy says. He gives Brandon a simple, uncomplicated smile. "I can take it."

Brandon smiles down at him. He has no doubt, now, that Shawsy can take more than what Brandon's throwing at him. He pulls away a little, enough to hook his hands under Shawsy's hips and change the angle.

Shawsy makes a noise somewhere between a gasp and a moan when Brandon pushes in again.

Brandon tries to keep to that same angle, making it as good for Shawsy as it can be. He tries to stroke Shawsy's cock in rhythm with his thrusts, but it's too good for him to maintain that kind of concentration for long.

"Babe," he says, "I'm not going to last much longer."

Shawsy meets his eyes, staring right at him. "Yeah," he says. He licks his lips, and then hitches his hips higher, hooking one leg around Brandon. "Yeah, you should let me see you come."

Brandon kisses him hard for that, and then he focuses on himself, thrusting into Shawsy with short, sharp movements, completely out of rhythm. He takes his hand off of Shawsy's cock to better hold onto his hips and keep him where he wants him. It doesn't take much of that for his orgasm to build up in him, and he comes with a shout.

Brandon's just careful enough not to let his entire weight fall onto Shawsy. Shawsy doesn't seem to care that much; he puts his arms around Brandon and kisses him slowly enough that Brandon can keep up even though he just came.

Shawsy makes a protesting sound when Brandon pulls out of him. "It's weird again."

"Hang on," Brandon says. "I'll make it better." He ties off and tosses the condom quickly, then coats his fingers with more lube and gets them back in Shawsy.

Shawsy exhales with a quiet sigh.

"Better?"

"Yeah." Shawsy reaches for his cock, and makes another one of those protesting sounds when Brandon knocks his hand away. "I want to come already."

"You will," Brandon promises. He bends his head and takes Shawsy's cock into his mouth. He's prepared for it when Shawsy's hips jerk, and he already has his free hand ready to hold Shawsy's hips down. He doesn't try to draw it out, just sucks hard, moving his fingers in Shawsy until he finds the spot that makes Shawsy cry out. It doesn't take much more than that before Shawsy comes in a rush of salt across Brandon's tongue.

Brandon draws off of Shawsy's cock slowly, swallowing the rest of Shawsy's come as best he can. He warns Shawsy, "I'm going to take my fingers out of you now," before he does it.

Shawsy squirms a little, but doesn't make an actual protest. He doesn't move other than that, either, lying limp and relaxed on Brandon's bed.

Brandon cups Shawsy's cheek with his clean hand. "You okay, babe?"

Shawsy nuzzles into his hand. "Let me enjoy the afterglow."

Brandon laughs. "Not enough of one if you can still use words with more than one syllable."

"It was great and you know it," Shawsy says.

Brandon bends down and kisses him, slow and lingering. He pats Shawsy's cheek, and then goes to wash his hands and get a washcloth to clean Shawsy up with.

Shawsy hisses when Brandon runs the washcloth over his hole, wiping up the excess lube. Brandon strokes his hip, bends to kiss his thigh, and takes the washcloth back to the bathroom.

"You staying?" Brandon asks.

Shawsy says, "Yes," so Brandon turns off the lamp and gets into bed with him.

"Still good?"

"Mmmhmm." Shawsy turns in to cuddle with Brandon. "You definitely have to do that in a scene sometime."

Brandon chuckles and presses a kiss to Shawsy's temple. "I can do that."

*

Brandon doesn't wait for Shawsy to push; he invites Shawsy over, and makes it clear that he's inviting him over to play.

Shawsy comes over full of energy, ready to push back at everything Brandon does until Brandon takes him down, letting Shawsy fight hard but eventually getting him subdued and under Brandon on the bed.

Brandon holds Shawsy down with one hand over his wrists while he fingers him open with the other hand.

"Are you going to stay there?" he asks.

"Yes," Shawsy pants. "Yes, Master Brandon, please."

Brandon leans down and kisses him hard, then he lets go of Shawsy's wrists and puts on a condom. He holds Shawsy down again while he fucks him, his other hand hooked under Shawsy's thigh to hold him just where Brandon wants him.

Shawsy arches into it, pleading and enjoying himself, until he doesn't, and Brandon is already pulling back to check on him when Shawsy safewords.

Brandon pulls out of Shawsy, lets go of him. It's not the first time someone's safeworded on him, but it's the first time Shawsy's done it.

"Ow," Shawsy says, "fuck, fuck, cramp," and he sits up, leans over to put his hand on his calf.

Brandon's expecting to push Shawsy's limits pretty hard at some point, but he's desperately relieved that what they were just doing wasn't it. "Stretch it out," he says.

"I know," Shawsy mutters. He flexes his foot, and moves his hand when Brandon takes over digging into the tight muscle.

Brandon can feel the muscle twitching and jumping under his hands, and he rubs it carefully, helping Shawsy relax.

"Fuck," Shawsy says when he carefully relaxes his foot. "Fuck."

Brandon leaves him there and goes into the kitchen for a bottle of Gatorade. He twists the cap off on the way back to the bedroom and hands the bottle to Shawsy. "Drink that."

Shawsy's still flexing his foot up and down while he drinks half the bottle. Brandon sits next to him close enough that their shoulders touch.

"That kind of killed the mood, huh?" Shawsy says.

It did kill the mood they were in, but it doesn't have to mean their scene is over, just paused. They're both still half hard. "Finish your Gatorade," Brandon says, "and I might let you come."

Shawsy stares at him with wide eyes, and then gulps down more of his Gatorade.

"Slowly," Brandon says, putting his hand over Shawsy's on the bottle.

"I can handle it," Shawsy says, tugging against Brandon's hand as he tries to tip the bottle back.

"Didn't say you couldn't," Brandon says. "Just that you're not allowed to." He looks down, and Shawsy's getting harder again.

Brandon keeps his hand over Shawsy's, makes him finish the bottle of Gatorade slowly, then takes it away from him to put it on the nightstand.

"How's your leg?"

Shawsy flexes his foot up and down. "A little sore, you know, but it's okay."

Brandon kneels up on the bed, reaches down and rubs up and down Shawsy's calf for a minute. It does feel softer under his hand, and Shawsy's cock is getting harder.

Brandon runs both hands all the way up Shawsy's legs, pausing to knead his inner thighs. They twitch under his touch, and so does Shawsy's cock.

"Come on," Shawsy says.

Brandon pinches him, a hard twist of skin that makes Shawsy gasp. "Don't forget who's in charge here." He keeps his hands on Shawsy's thighs. When it's been long enough that he's made his point, he moves them up, over Shawsy's hips and then in, framing his cock without touching it.

Shawsy shifts impatiently, but doesn't say anything. Brandon pets his hips in reward, and then keeps one hand there and wraps the other around Shawsy's cock.

Shawsy gasps and then says, "Yeah," the word sliding into a moan as Brandon strokes his cock.

"Hand me the lube if you want it wetter," Brandon says.

It takes a minute - Brandon keeps stroking Shawsy's cock in a slow, even rhythm - until Shawsy seems to register what he said. Shawsy stretches under Brandon's hands as he twists to reach the lube on the nightstand, and then grabs it and hands it over.

Shawsy makes a garbled protest when Brandon stops touching him. Brandon ignores it and squeezes lube onto his hand.

He keeps a close eye on Shawsy while he jerks him off. It's hot, and he's watching for the point where Shawsy's about to come. When he gets there, Brandon lets go of his cock.

Shawsy shouts and reaches for his cock.

"Hands over your head," Brandon says, and he backs it up by pushing Shawsy's arms up and holding him down until he slumps under Brandon and stops fighting it.

"What the fuck?"

Brandon smiles down at Shawsy, not very nicely. "I said I might let you come," he says. "If and when are up to me." He presses down on Shawsy's wrists for emphasis. "Keep your hands there."

"Sadist," Shawsy grumbles.

"Dom," Brandon corrects. "I'm not that into pain." He tweaks Shawsy's nipple anyway, pinching hard enough to hurt.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Shawsy swears. "Okay, you're in charge."

"I know," Brandon says. He lets go of Shawsy's nipple, takes away the hand still on Shawsy's wrist. Shawsy stays put, so Brandon squeezes some lube onto his hand and wraps it around Shawsy's cock.

It takes less time for Shawsy to get close to coming this time, and he shouts but keeps his hands where they are when Brandon stops touching him.

"Fuck," Shawsy says. Then he tries, "Please. Please, Master Brandon, let me come."

"Maybe," Brandon says, and he waits a minute before he starts stroking Shawsy again. He does it three more times, until Shawsy is begging without thought, until there are tears gathering at the corners of Shawsy's eyes.

The fourth time he doesn't stop. He watches Shawsy shout as he spills over Brandon's fingers, all over his own stomach.

He keeps stroking Shawsy through it and bends down to kiss him hard, making Shawsy pant for air when they part.

Brandon keeps stroking Shawsy even after that, even when Shawsy is squirming under his hands and there are tears starting to slide down his cheeks. Brandon finally stops when the noise that spills out of Shawsy breaks in the middle.

Shawsy stays tense and arched for a moment, before he seems to realize Brandon is done and he relaxes into the bed and opens his eyes. He has to clear his throat twice before he asks, "Do you want?" and starts to move his hands.

Brandon presses Shawsy's wrists into the bed. "I want you to stay where I put you while I come all over your dick."

Shawsy groans. "Yeah," he says, "yeah, do that."

Brandon kneels up over Shawsy, knees on the outside of his hips, so he can look down at Shawsy, exhausted, covered in his own sweat and come, staying put because Brandon told him to, while he jerks off.

It doesn't take long at all, not with that visual, not with the buildup of what he just did to Shawsy, before Brandon's coming. He makes sure some of it falls directly on Shawsy's cock.

Brandon takes a minute to recover, since Shawsy's still being good and not going anywhere anytime soon. When he has his breath back, he kneels up, and then puts his hands over Shawsy's wrists. He barely leans any weight into it, just enough so Shawsy knows he's there. He bends down to kiss Shawsy. Shawsy opens up to him, and it's slow and gentle for a long moment before Brandon pulls away.

"How's your leg?"

Shawsy blinks at him for a minute before he flexes his foot. "Uh, okay."

"Good." Brandon brushes his lips over Shawsy's, and then rolls over to lie down next to him. "You ready to move?"

"Not really," Shawsy says. He closes his eyes and keeps his hands in place.

Brandon throws one arm over Shawsy's chest. "Okay," he says. "We'll take a shower when you are."

They stay there for a while, Brandon letting Shawsy drift his own way out of the scene while he listens to Shawsy's breath even out into something close to sleep before it returns to a normal waking rhythm.

Shawsy moves his hands when he's ready, bringing them down and putting one arm around Brandon's shoulders. "I used my safeword," he says.

Brandon kisses his cheek. "You did, and I'm proud of you." He's actually pretty relieved too. It's a good sign Shawsy's not going to stubborn his way through things he can't take.

"Really?"

"Really." Brandon puts his hand on Shawsy's cheek to make sure he's looking at and focused on him. "It's a lot easier for me to believe that I'm not going to really hurt you if I can trust you to use your safeword when you need to."

"Huh," Shawsy says. "It turned out pretty hot anyway."

"Yep." Brandon sits up. "Come on, shower and then I'll make you something to eat."

Shawsy stretches, his whole body and his leg, before he gets out of bed. It gives Brandon a moment to look at him and appreciate how he looks covered in come in Brandon's bed.

*

[Things happen here. Some relationship escalation stuff, and some kink escalation stuff.]

*

Shawsy is hanging out on Brandon's couch anyway when Katy texts him, so it's easy enough for Brandon to look up from his phone and ask, "Want to have dinner with Katy and Anna?"

Shawsy doesn't look away from the nature show he's watching. "Sure."

Brandon texts Katy back to accept the invitation and nudges Shawsy in the side. "We should probably take a nap."

Shawsy waves him off. "Later. After this show ends."

Brandon slings an arm around Shawsy's shoulders. "Whatever you want, babe."

Shawsy flashes him a grin and settles in against him to watch the rest of his show. He's just as cuddly when they go to bed to nap. Shawsy can be a tactile guy, but he's more into cuddling than Brandon would have expected. Not that Brandon minds at all.

Shawsy, of course, wakes up first, boundless energy catapulting him out of bed while Brandon is still content to doze for a little longer. It's not time for them to leave yet, so Brandon lets Shawsy move around the apartment while he stays in bed.

Shawsy comes back after a while and sits down on the bed next to Brandon. "Are you getting up?"

"Nope."

"Liar."

Brandon turns his face into the pillow to hide his smile. "Nope. I'm going to spend the rest of my life in bed. You'll have to bring me food."

Shawsy pokes Brandon's shoulder. "I can't. You're the cook."

Brandon says, "You'll have to learn," and then sits up swiftly and tumbles Shawsy down onto the bed.

Shawsy laughs instead of fighting back. "Never," he says. "You have to cook for me."

Brandon laughs with him. "Sometimes," he says, "but not tonight." He smacks a kiss onto Shawsy's cheek and then rolls off of him and out of bed.

Shawsy stays there for a minute, watching Brandon stretch, before he gets up and follows Brandon out into the living room.

They turn on the Xbox and play until it's time to leave for Katy and Anna's.

In the car, Shawsy drums his fingers against his thigh. "Anything I should know?"

"No," Brandon says. "You've met them before, you know not to be an asshole. Other than that, just relax." He reaches over to ruffle Shawsy's hair, making him squawk in indignation. "This is supposed to be fun."

Shawsy flips down the visor on his side of the car and fusses with his hair in the mirror. Brandon chirping him about it lasts most of the rest of the drive, and Shawsy's calmed down a lot by the time they find a parking space near Katy and Anna's building.

Katy answers the door, dressed casually in jeans and a soft looking shirt. "Come on in." She gestures them into the apartment and lets them shed their shoes and coats before she hugs Brandon. "I'm glad you came." She turns from him to Shawsy, and she's a good enough dom to say, "Hi, Andy. Welcome to our home. Do you do hugs?"

Shawsy glances at Brandon before he says, "Yes," and accepts Katy's hug. "Thank you for having us."

"You're welcome," Katy says. Brandon doesn't miss the way she squeezes Shawsy's wrist, or the way it makes Shawsy look pleased. "Come into the kitchen. We're still cooking."

They follow her to the kitchen where Anna is cutting up tomatoes. Anna looks up and smiles at both of them.

"Hi, kitten." Brandon goes over to put an arm around her and kiss her cheek.

"Hi, Master Brandon." Anna leans into Brandon's arm, but stays at the counter with her hands paused in their task. She nods at Shawsy when Brandon lets her go. "Hi, Andy."

"Hi, Anna." Shawsy waves at her, awkward. "Uh, do you need any help?"

Brandon bites down on his smile. Sometimes Shawsy is just cute.

"No," Katy says. "We've got this." She stirs something on the stove and gets drinks for everyone while Anna finishes the salad. "We're being informal tonight," she says when dinner is done, "if you don't mind sitting in the living room."

"Sounds good," Brandon says. "What can we carry in there for you?"

Between the four of them, it doesn't take long to set the food out on the coffee table. Katy and Anna have a soft, comfortable couch with a large matching armchair cornering it and cushions scattered on the floor. Katy takes the armchair, and Anna pulls a cushion over to sit on at her feet.

Shawsy watches that, and then he glances at Brandon before tugging one of the other cushions over so he can sit at Brandon's feet.

"Really?" Brandon asks.

Shawsy shrugs. "If it's okay."

"Sure," Brandon says. He pats Shawsy's shoulder. "But you're going to have to feed yourself. I'm not doing it for you." There are four plates, so Katy's not hand feeding Anna everything, but she'll still probably feed her a few bites from her plate.

Shawsy's shoulder relaxes under Brandon's hand, and he waits with Anna for Katy and Brandon to fill their plates first.

Despite Anna and Shawsy's initial deference, they're full participants in the conversation over dinner. Anna lights up as she gives Shawsy the basic outline of her thesis and fills Brandon in on what she's been doing with it since they last talked. Katy smiles the whole time, looking pleased and proud, and when the conversation shifts, she holds out a bite of chicken for Anna to eat off of her fork.

Brandon's pretty sure Shawsy is tracking the way Anna and Katy interact, and the way they interact with Brandon and Shawsy, but he still keeps up his part of the conversation, asking Anna questions about her thesis and Katy about her work, and telling them about his last adventure trying to find a restaurant in Calgary with Saader and Leddy.

Shawsy tips his head up to look at Brandon when he finishes his story. Brandon smiles down at him and runs his hand over Shawsy's hair. Shawsy may not be his sub in quite the same way Anna is Katy's, but if he wants to play it the same way tonight, try it on, Brandon will follow his lead.

Katy catches his eye over Anna and Shawsy's head and raises her eyebrows at him. Brandon shrugs and keeps his hand on the top of Shawsy's head for another moment before he picks up his fork again.

When they've all put their plates down, and they've been sitting there just chatting for a few minutes, Shawsy eyes the plates and serving dishes on the coffee table and says, "I can help clean up."

Brandon chuckles and brushes Shawsy's hair back. "Andy's a neat freak," he explains to Katy and Anna.

"I could use the help," Katy says. She waves Anna and Brandon away, and she and Shawsy take everything into the kitchen.

Brandon can still hear the rise and fall of their voices - the apartment isn't that big - but he stops trying to listen in favor of turning his attention to Anna, who moves over to the cushion Shawsy was on. Instead of leaning against Brandon, she sits cross-legged facing him.

"I like him," she says.

"Yeah?" Brandon glances toward the kitchen. "Me too."

"I can tell," Anna says. She leans against him then, putting her cheek down on his knee. "He's a good sub for you."

Brandon strokes her hair. "He's not a sub like you."

"No," Anna says with a laugh. "But I wouldn't be a good sub for you." She tilts her head up to look at him. "You're an excellent dom, and I like it when we play with you, but I'm not what you would want for more than just the occasional play date."

"Probably not," Brandon agrees. "Plus you love Katy too much for that."

"I do." The smile on Anna's face is absolutely angelic, and she keeps smiling when Brandon bends down to kiss her.

Brandon lets her go and pets her hair while he asks her what she's been doing other than working on her dissertation.

Anna sits up when Katy and Shawsy come back from the kitchen, and she smiles gently at Shawsy as she gets up and moves to curl up on the couch with Katy. "He's all yours."

Shawsy smiles tightly and sits down at Brandon's feet. Brandon bends down and kisses the top of his head. Shawsy tilts his head up to look at Brandon, and Brandon smiles at him and kisses him lightly. Shawsy seems more relaxed when he leans against Brandon's legs.

They stay and chat with Anna and Katy until Anna relaxing into Katy starts looking more like sleepiness than cuddling.

"Thank you for dinner," Shawsy says to Katy and Anna.

"You're welcome," Katy says. She hugs Shawsy, and Brandon has to suppress a smile at the way Shawsy melts into it.

Anna melts into Brandon's hug the same way, and Brandon kisses her temple. "Be good, kitten."

"Of course, Master Brandon." Anna waits for Brandon to let go before she hugs Shawsy.

"He's a good sub," Katy murmurs to Brandon when she hugs him tightly.

Brandon looks over at Shawsy talking to Anna. "He's all right." Brandon grins at her. "You'd hate having him sub for you."

Katy laughs. "I'm sure I would, but he's good for you."

Katy and Anna stand in the doorway, arms around each other, as they wave Brandon and Shawsy off.

Brandon's not surprised when Shawsy goes for the stairs instead of the elevator. Neither of them is good at sitting for that long without needing to burn off some energy, so Brandon jogs down the stairs after Shawsy, and puts on a burst of speed when Shawsy says, "Race you to the car."

Shawsy beats him, slamming his hand into the car half a second before Brandon does. Shawsy throws his arms up in a truly obnoxious celly, grinning too wide for Brandon to be very upset about losing.

"Good speed," Brandon says as he unlocks the car.

Shawsy grins brightly at him. "Faster than you." He settles into the car, and watches Brandon while he drives. "The feeding me thing," he says after a couple of blocks. "Is that a thing you don't do?"

"It's not a limit," Brandon says. "We can try it with a snack if you want. But meals would take too long. It would be time for us to eat again by the time we finished."

"Oh," Shawsy says. "I didn't think about that."

Brandon glances over. Shawsy looks thoughtful, but not disappointed. "Do you want to?"

"Maybe," Shawsy says. "But not tonight. Tonight you should just take me to bed."

Brandon does that when they get back to his place, pushing Shawsy around a little, just for fun. They're not really playing, so it stays light, the two of them trading control and rolling around in Brandon's bed because they're having fun.

Shawsy straddles him after a while, balanced on his knees and Brandon's thighs, one hand around his own cock and one around Brandon's.

Brandon puts his hand on Shawsy's thigh. "Yeah, babe, make us both come."

Shawsy does, jerking them both off and making Brandon come just before he does.

Shawsy's neat freak tendencies will probably reassert themselves in a minute, but for now, he goes easily when Brandon tugs him down and presses sloppy kisses to his mouth.

"That was fun," Shawsy says.

"Yep." Brandon smiles lazily at him. "Nice work." He taps Shawsy's ass, just like he would on the ice or in the locker room. It puts a hilarious look on Shawsy's face, just before Shawsy bursts into delighted laughter, and then makes a mess out of trying to kiss Brandon while he's still laughing.

*

Brandon sponsors Shawsy's membership to the club.

"I'm never going to go without you," Shawsy says when Brandon brings it up with him the in the first place.

"You might," Brandon says. "We didn't agree to be exclusive about this. You can play with someone else if you want, see what else is out there."

"No," Shawsy says. "I like you. You know how much I can take and what I like."

"I'm figuring out how much you can take and what you like," Brandon corrects, because he pushes Shawsy's limits sometimes, but there are a lot of things they still haven't done. "Do you want me to only play with you?"

Shawsy blinks at him. "I didn't know that was an option."

"If you're not going to play with anyone else," Brandon says, "it's fair for me to offer you the same thing."

Shawsy's quiet for a moment, and Brandon lets him turn that over in his mind.

"It's not really fair," Shawsy says. "Because I'm still hooking up with people outside of the scene, and you don't really do that." He raises his eyebrows at Brandon. "Unless you want us to be totally exclusive."

"No," Brandon says. "You don't want that. But if you don't want me to play with other people, I won't. I might even hook up with people outside the scene sometimes."

"No," Shawsy says after a moment. "You can play with other people."

"Okay," Brandon says. "If you change your mind, talk to me about it."

Shawsy nods. "I will." Then he eyes Brandon. "That was the kind of negotiation you were talking about when you were talking about learning how to talk about things in the scene."

"Yep." Brandon smacks a kiss to Shawsy's lips. "You did good. I'm proud of you."

Shawsy preens at the praise, and then, because he has a mouth on him, he says, "Do I get a reward?"

Brandon laughs. "Sure thing, babe. What do you want?"

Shawsy looks indecisive, and Brandon rubs a finger over his lips.

"This isn't your only chance to ask for what you want. What do you want tonight?"

Shawsy bites his lip, and then says, "You said if I wanted to be in charge sometime, we could talk about that."

Brandon raises his eyebrows. "You want to dom me, babe?" Not that he wouldn't let Shawsy try it out, but he doesn't think Shawsy would be that good at it, and he's not great at playing the sub.

Shawsy scrunches up his face. "Not really. Not like in a scene. But can I fuck you? Uh, if you do that."

"Yeah," Brandon says. He's been expecting Shawsy to ask for that. "I do that. I'd do that for you."

Shawsy smiles at him, bright and sunny. "Let's do that."

Brandon laughs and kisses him. "I'm going to get cleaned up, and then we can." He does the unsexy part of getting ready to get fucked, and comes out of the bathroom naked to find Shawsy waiting in his bedroom.

"You're not hard," Shawsy says.

Brandon says, "You gotta work for that, babe," with a grin.

Shawsy smirks at him and draws his shirt off over his head.

Brandon crosses his arms over his chest and raises his eyebrows. "Not impressed yet."

Shawsy laughs and unbuttons his jeans. "I'm not naked yet."

Brandon manages to keep a straight face while Shawsy strips, even though he's enjoying the show.

"Really?" Shawsy asks when he's naked and Brandon's still just looking at him with his arms crossed.

"Gotta work for it," Brandon says, but he can't keep his face from sliding into a smile.

Shawsy throws him a smirk as he comes across the room. "Not that hard." He pulls Brandon's arms down so he can push himself right up against Brandon's chest.

Brandon wraps his arms around Shawsy. "Maybe not," he admits with a grin.

Shawsy shakes his head in mock outrage, and then pushes all the way against Brandon and kisses him.

Brandon kisses back, mostly letting Shawsy keep control of the kiss but putting his hands on Shawsy's ass and gripping in a way that makes Shawsy groan.

"I thought I was supposed to be in charge," Shawsy says.

Brandon squeezes Shawsy's ass. "You want me to stop touching you?"

Shawsy drops his forehead to Brandon's shoulder. "No."

"I didn't think so." Brandon can feel Shawsy hard against his hip. He uses his grip on Shawsy's ass to rub them together in a way that makes them both gasp.

Brandon waits until Shawsy kisses him again, putting his hands on Brandon's ass to match Brandon's hands on his, before he pulls away and asks, "How do you want me?" while he gets into bed.

Shawsy stares at him, mouth dropped open.

"Come on, babe. On my back? Hands and knees? Want me to ride you?"

Shawsy groans. "On your back."

Brandon stretches out on his back, legs spread, arms folded under his head. "You know how the rest of this goes."

Shawsy kneels between Brandon's legs and gets the lube from the nightstand. His hand shakes as he squeezes some of it out.

Brandon sits halfway up and curves his hand around the back of Shawsy's head. "You've got this, Andy. I'll tell you if I need you to do anything different."

Shawsy presses forward for a kiss. "Okay," he says. "Okay."

Shawsy goes slow, rubbing his fingers over Brandon's hole first, until he's slippery with lube. He pours on more lube before he pushes his finger into Brandon. It's been a while, but Shawsy's going more than slowly enough to make it easy on him.

"Good?" Shawsy asks.

"Yeah." Brandon clumsily pats Shawsy's shoulder. "You're doing good, babe."

Shawsy nods, and then he gets his mouth on Brandon's cock while he pushes a second finger into him.

"Really good," Brandon gasps. "Just keep going."

Shawsy's learned a lot about sucking cock since they started doing this, and he puts a lot of that to use while he stretches Brandon open.

Brandon makes him stop after a while, touching his cheek and saying, "Okay, babe, that's good."

Shawsy draws off of him with an obnoxious slurp. "Yeah?" He stretches his fingers in Brandon, making Brandon hiss.

"Yeah." Brandon reaches for a condom and tears it open. Shawsy takes it from him one-handed.

"Uh, this is going to feel weird."

"Yep, I know," Brandon says, and he exhales with Shawsy's fingers leaving him. It does feel weird, going from halfway full to totally empty, and he flexes his hands restlessly while he waits for Shawsy to roll the condom on.

"Ready?"

"Andy," Brandon says sharply, "just fuck me already."

Shawsy's eyes widen, and then he snickers. "I thought I was supposed to be in charge."

Brandon opens his mouth to counter that, but then Shawsy pushes into him, slow and careful, his laugh cutting off in the middle.

"Oh, fuck," Shawsy says. "This isn't going to take long."

Brandon runs his hand down Shawsy's arm. "I'm not going to come from it anyway, so just make it as good as you can, for both of us."

Shawsy blinks at him. "You're not going to come?"

"Not from being fucked." Brandon leans up, inhaling sharply at the way it makes him feel Shawsy deep in him, and kisses Shawsy. "But I'm having fun anyway."

Shawsy groans and snaps his hips like he can't help it.

"That's it, babe. Give it to me good."

Shawsy says, "Brandon," sounding just as desperate as he ever does when Brandon's the one in charge. He pauses to kiss Brandon deeply, and then he grips Brandon's hips tight and thrusts hard into him.

Brandon's not going to come like this, but it's good. He likes the stretch of it, the way Shawsy feels pounding into him. He really likes the way Shawsy looks, effort and ecstasy playing across his face, flush going down his chest.

Brandon hooks one heel around Shawsy's thighs. "That's it, Andy. You're doing so good."

Shawsy gasps out, "Oh, fuck," and his thrusts turn sharp and jerky.

Brandon's not completely calm, but he has more practice in staying collected even when things get heated. "Come on, Andy. Come for me."

Shawsy groans as he comes, and then he slumps down onto Brandon.

Brandon pets his hair and kisses his temple. "That was good, babe."

Shawsy pulls his head up. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." Brandon kisses him. It stays short because Shawsy's still breathing hard.

"Even though you didn't come?" Shawsy sits up and pulls out of Brandon, slow and careful.

"Yes," Brandon says. "Now I get to come while I think about how you looked while you were fucking me." He gets his hand on his cock and strokes it twice before Shawsy knocks his hand away.

"Want to think about how I look sucking you off too?" Shawsy asks with a smirk. He doesn't wait for Brandon's answer before he goes down on him.

He does look good like that, cheeks red, lips redder where they're wrapped around Brandon's cock. And then there's the way he's obviously enjoying it. Brandon watches that and thinks about how Shawsy looked when he was fucking him, feels the soft suction on his cock. It doesn't take long before he's warning Shawsy that he's about to come.

Shawsy looks up, meets his eyes, and deliberately sucks harder.

Brandon fights to keep his eyes open while he comes so he can watch Shawsy swallowing.

"Get up here, babe," he demands when he's finished coming.

Shawsy slides up his body with a smirk that disappears when Brandon fists a hand in his hair and pulls him into a kiss. Brandon licks through Shawsy's mouth, tasting himself, and then tugs Shawsy's head back so he can bite down Shawsy's jaw to his neck.

Shawsy collapses onto him with a groan. "Oh, fuck, Brandon."

Brandon smiles and presses a soft kiss to Shawsy's throat.

"I thought I was supposed to be in charge," Shawsy says after a moment.

Brandon slides one hand down to cup Shawsy's ass. "You have a problem with what we just did?"

"No." Shawsy tucks his head against Brandon's shoulder, rubbing his chin against him like a cat.

Part 3