Chris/Andrew - Idle Lover
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wolfanficsTitle: Idle Lover
Author: Sashataakheru
Fandom: The Chaser RPS
Starring: Andrew Hansen, Chris Taylor, Craig Reucassel
Pairings: Andrew/Chris, Chris/others, Craig/some random chick
Word Count: 4,321
Prompt: 027 – Orgasm Denial for citrus_taste (table)
Warnings: BDSM themes, consensual BDSM play, whipping, sex, cross-dressing, pathetic!Cris
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: Not true in any way, shape or form.
Author’s Notes: After reading too much Gibbs/DiNozzo NCIS kink fic recently, I’ve come to the conclusion that Chris is a much more pathetic version of Tony, but without the fashion sense and the daddy issues. Well, most of the daddy issues. XD
Summary: Pathetic Chris is pathetic and in need of someone to handle him as he hooks up with random guys as he looks for the punishment he thinks he needs, while he spends his days pining after Andrew.
Idle Lover
Craig drained the bottle of beer he was drinking and settled back into the soft bench seat. Andrew looked at him curiously. It was strange being alone. It wasn’t often the two of them went out drinking alone, let alone went drinking alone at some fetish club Craig had taken a liking to. Andrew didn’t mind though. They’d dressed up, Craig had insisted, and the club wasn’t as unpleasant as Andrew had feared.
They’d taken a table in a corner behind some sort of lattice divider that was covered in some sort of climbing plant and fairy lights. The décor was sort of oriental in style, though there was an obvious kink flavour if you knew what you were looking for. The club was divided into areas, with a dance floor, bar, small restaurant, and some private rooms out the back for paying customers. The rooms out the back were officially private party rooms. Unofficially, it was where the kinky sex happened that wasn’t allowed to be done out in the open. If asked, the fetish gear in the rooms was merely decoration.
Craig had come out in drag, much to Andrew’s amusement. Andrew had managed to dissuade Craig out of making him wear some sort of flimsy leather harness. Andrew, much as he had always enjoyed the scene, had no interest in dressing like a slut to go out for a quiet drink. He would, however, admire the work that had gone into Craig’s appearance. Andrew could’ve sworn he’d been born a woman if he didn’t know any better.
Andrew watched Craig return from the bar with some more drinks, some sort of cocktails that had a lot of coloured layers as well as pineapple rings and tiny umbrellas. Craig slid into the seat beside him and handed him his drink.
“There. That oughta keep you busy,” Craig said.
“What on earth is this? I thought I just asked for vodka?” Andrew said, taking a sip anyway. It certainly tasted rather nice, whatever it was.
“It has vodka in it, love. I though it needed a bit of colour. I mean, we can drink vodka anywhere. Can’t get that drink anywhere but here,” Craig said.
“I see. I would’ve been perfectly content with straight vodka, you know,” Andrew said. He still looked at his drink with amusement, but he was hardly going to refuse to drink it now.
Craig stroked his arm affectionately. “I know. I like to spoil you, unlike Chris. Where is he tonight anyway?”
Andrew shrugged. “Dunno. Mentioned some play with a French name I can’t remember. You know what he’s like with his poncy theatre.”
Craig chuckled. “I’d love him to show up here again. I’d love to see your face when he goes off with some big muscle guy.”
Andrew hadn’t anticipated Craig’s change of subject and gave him a surprised look. “He’s been here? When did he come here? I didn’t know he was into this stuff.”
“Hansen, he’s been coming here for months. When are you ever going to get with him? I’m sure that’s why he keeps coming, looking for anyone to take him home and beat him so he doesn’t have to think about you,” Craig said.
“What on earth are you talking about?” Andrew wasn’t as clueless as he’d sounded, but he hardly wanted to discuss the weird dysfunctional relationship he’d shared with Chris over the years.
Craig looked at him, incredulous. “Christ, you can’t be stupid. The man’s in love with you. Besotted with you, even. Are you sure you haven’t noticed?”
Andrew gazed into his drink and stabbed at the pineapple with the little umbrella. “I don’t believe I have. What makes you think he is?”
“It’s the way he looks at you. He wants you so badly, but he never says anything, probably because it’s Chris and we all know he’s got no balls at all.”
Andrew raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? And what makes you think I even want him?”
Craig shrugged and glanced at him. “Dunno. Just a hunch.”
Andrew wasn’t entirely convinced. He was at least pleased Craig didn’t have any, well, evidence. A hunch could be dismissed. “Is that the best argument you can come up with? Well, call me unimpressed.”
“You’ve been flirting right back, you know. I’ve noticed that too. Come on, don’t you think he needs someone to push him round a bit? I’d like to see him wear your collar for once.”
A hint at bondage caught Andrew’s attention, as did the fact Craig had noticed his flirting. “You really think he’s kinky as well as gay?”
Craig shrugged. “I’ve seen him here getting drunk and chatting up the biggest Doms who will talk to him. I’d say kinky and gay was a given, wouldn’t you? Speaking of which, our dear Christopher arrives. I knew he’d turn up tonight.”
Andrew gazed through the lattice towards the front of the club where Chris wandered in, looking decidedly awkward and lost. He took a seat at the bar and ordered a drink and looked like he wanted to drown his sorrows.
“See what I mean? He’s only fucking other guys because he can’t have you. Go and talk to him. He’ll probably like it,” Craig said.
“I’d rather stay here and talk to you. I hardly think he’ll appreciate me approaching him. You saw the way he walked in. He’s so ashamed to be here, and if he knew I was here too, I doubt it would make the situation better. So I shall just sit here and drink whatever the fuck this is and forget he’s even here,” Andrew said.
Craig settled back and watched Chris. “Don’t say I didn’t try. If he hooks up with someone else, then I hardly think it’s my fault.”
Chris’ excuse of poncy theatre had always worked when he had tried to deflect Andrew’s questions as to his whereabouts. He had slipped into the fetish club, head hanging low as if he was afraid someone might recognise him. He always used a false name here. If anyone recognised him, they had said nothing to break his cover. He was almost glad of it. At least if he could remain an anonymous sub in this place, he could pretend he didn’t have any of the issues he kept refusing to deal with.
Stupid Andrew. It was all Andrew’s fault he came here so often. It had taken a long time to admit that what he wanted all along was for Andrew to be his Dom and make him feel better than he’d felt his entire life. He’d never managed to do anything right, though he had kept his deviant sexuality to himself. He was not interested in any more beatings, unless they were ones he asked for.
As he sat at the bar nursing a bottle of beer in his hands, he almost decided he’d rather be at the theatre. But he couldn’t keep away. Some guy he’d seen at this particular fetish club the week before had made a pass at him and promised him a good time and Chris was interested in seeing if he made good on that. He wasn’t as big as the guys Chris usually went for, but he looked promising. Chris was lost in his drink when the guy came and sat down beside him.
“Told you I’d be back. Looks like you were miserable without me,” he said after ordering a drink.
“That’s one way of putting it. I’m glad you came. I was almost going to give up,” Chris said. “It’s Andrew, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, I’m Andrew. Good thing you didn’t go. I was looking forward to taking you home with me,” he said. He wasn’t the first who had told Chris his name was Andrew. Chris had never wondered why that was.
Chris downed the beer and stood. “Shall we? If I sit around here any longer, I won’t be able to walk home.”
“How many’ve you had? You look totally wasted. You sure you should be playing in that condition?” Andrew said, watching the way he staggered a little as he stood.
“I’m fine, man. Only had one tonight. Done this plenty of times before anyway,” Chris said.
“Alright, but I ain’t tying you up. I will fuck you from here to tomorrow though. Good thing I booked a room. You’re in no fit state to go anywhere ,” Andrew said, getting to his feet.
“Whatever, man. I’m all yours,” Chris said, smiling up at him.
Andrew chuckled and scooped him up in his arms as he carried him out to the back rooms, nodding his way past the bouncer. Chris just gazed into his eyes and hoped he’d be the one who’d fix him.
“What I’d like to know is why you spend so much time here. Since when do you have the time to do this anymore? And how has Chris not seen you before?” Andrew said.
“Dunno. I mean, I was in drag and chatting up a girl at the time. I’ve never introduced myself because I hardly think he’d appreciate it. You know how weird he is about the gay thing. Weird though, because he knows I go here, so why he keeps coming is beyond me. Perhaps he likes the thrill of being caught,” Craig said.
Andrew wasn’t sure that was entirely correct. Andrew hadn’t asked him where Chris had been going every week; their relationship of late had been almost non-existent, and neither had felt a need to talk about anything. Andrew was sure their lack of commitment had something to do with the fact they didn’t live together. Andrew wasn’t always there to supervise him. Still, it seemed to have the effect that no one thought they were even together in the first place, so perhaps it wasn’t so bad.
“He’s probably waiting for you to tell me so I’ll turn up and talk to him. I can’t think of any other reason,” Andrew said.
“Maybe then he might do something other than get drunk and look abjectly pathetic and go home with bears. You do know how self-destructive he is,” Craig said.
“Don’t remind me. You know, my life was so much easier when I didn’t have his issues to deal with,” Andrew said. If Andrew was being honest, their relationship hadn’t involved much bondage at all, so he was rather intrigued to discover Chris was interested in it to the extent he was actively going out looking for Doms. It also slightly worried him.
Craig had noticed Chris had disappeared some time ago, but hadn’t bothered to mention it. Perhaps he’d gone off with the guy he’d been with before. Craig had never questioned Chris’ ability to deal with them, and he seemed to know what he was doing, so Craig figured there was no need to worry. He turned his attention back to Andrew and watched as he pushed his empty glass away and began playing with the little umbrella, turning it inside out and back again, twirling it mindlessly between his fingers.
“Look, I might sound like a bastard, but I’d rather you dealt with him than some random guy in a bar. At least you care about him,” Craig said.
The little umbrella fell to the table out of his grasp. “No, I distinctly remember the last time I dealt with him. That did not go down well at all. I can’t handle his self-destructive streak. Every time I try and make him open up, he just shuts down. There’s only so much shit I can deal with.”
“Okay, mate, you’ve lost me. I thought you two weren’t together?” Craig said.
“It’s a very, very long story. A long complicated stupid story. I don’t even think we’re together. Go get me another drink and I’ll tell you all about it.”
“I’ll hold you to that. Back in a minute. Don’t go running off with anyone either,” Craig said with a wink.
The room was fairly bare, but it was adequate. Chris found himself being ordered to strip. His Dom undressed to reveal a far kinkier outfit. Chris thought that looked better. He looked more like a proper Dom, someone who’d punish him good. There was a hard kiss and Chris found himself being strapped onto a whipping bench.
“So, wanna be beaten, huh? Got a safe word?”
Chris thought for a moment. “Rigby.”
“Rigby? Like that Beatles song, hey? Nice.”
Chris managed a weak smile as he felt his Dom preparing to whip him.
“You’d better pay attention. You tell me when you’ve had enough, since I don’t know your endurance. Also, I ain’t gonna let you come. I don’t like it when my subs ruin my fun for me. Reckon you can do that for me?”
Chris swallowed as his head felt dizzy momentarily. “Yes, I’m fine with that. I-I can hold on.”
“Right. I’m gonna warm you up before I really get going. Remember, stop me when you’re at your limit. I want you walking out of here in one piece, okay?”
Chris nodded and tried to hold onto that thought. He liked the idea of being able to walk out of here as well. He also liked the idea of being punished, and he felt he needed it for lying to Andrew, his Andrew, not this stranger, for so long about what he needed. Maybe one day he’d tell him.
That was as far as he got when he felt his arse begin to ache. Andrew was using his hands, gently working his arse in a way that suggested to Chris that he knew what he was doing. Chris closed his eyes and tried not to fall too hard, as much as the inviting warmth of his subspace was calling. He had to stay focussed. But the idea that he was in charge conflicted with his perception that he wasn’t worthy of that and his need for punishment threatened to take over.
Andrew watched Craig return to the bar. He watched him lean against the bar in a rather attractive manner. He could almost imagine him fluttering his eyelashes at the bartender as he flirted with him. Andrew hadn’t given him a specific order. He wondered what he might return with. He wasn’t sure he cared, as long as it was alcoholic.
Andrew stopped staring at Craig’s arse when he straightened and left the bar with a drink in each hand, ones that looked even more ridiculous than the last one had been. He smiled as Craig sat down with the two glasses.
“Which do you want?” Craig said.
“They’re different?” Andrew didn’t think they looked different.
“Have this one. It’s got vodka in it,” Craig said, making the decision for him as he offered him the glass with the yellowy-green drink in it.
Andrew tasted it tentatively. It didn’t taste too bad, all things considered. He felt he preferred the last one though. “It’ll do.”
“So. You and Chris. Tell me the whole sordid affair. I’m assuming it’s sordid, yes? It would be with Chris involved,” Craig said.
Andrew sighed. “Look, there’s mot much to tell. We’ve messed around a bit, but it’s never been very serious, as you’ve probably noticed. The only time he’s discussed bondage with me is when he begs me to punish him for some reason he will never tell me. He wanted to be beaten. I hadn’t realised that’s what he wanted. I suppose he ran off here because I couldn’t give him that.”
“That’s it? Come on, Andrew, you can do better than that. No one does filthy gossip like you.”
“Okay. Fine. But don’t tell him I told you this, okay? He’s weird about it.”
Craig crossed his heart. “Scout’s honour. Or whatever. Go on.”
“I don’t even know where it comes from, or why, or whatever, but he has… punishment issues. I don’t know how else to explain it. Ever since he found out I was into this stuff, he’s been asking me to beat him, punish him for … something. He won’t say what, just that he deserves it. I’ve refused every time except once. He got me in a bad mood, I shouldn’t have agreed, but I was sick of him asking. I don’t even have any whips at home, well, except one. It wasn’t great, nor was it very severe, but it was all I had. I just flung him over the back of the couch and hit him. I didn’t lose control exactly, but I probably worked him to the very edge of his limit. I asked him if it made him feel better. He nodded, though he was in that hazy mindset and I don’t think he heard me very well.”
Craig rolled his eyes and sipped some more of his drink. “Why doesn’t that surprise me at all? Did you fuck him at all?”
“Not then, but we have slept together on other occasions. Always makes me top, and doesn’t mind it rough, as if he doesn’t think he deserves anything else. I knew it wouldn’t fix him, the sex or the whipping. He was back to asking again a day later. I was even more determined to say no than I had been. At some point he seemed to accept it and stopped asking. I suppose that’s when he started going to clubs, looking for someone else to beat him. Because we don’t live together, I can’t watch him all the time, so I don’t know what he gets up to when he’s not with me, but he irritates me too much to want him around all the time.”
“Jesus. He is a mess, isn’t he? I mean, I knew he was pathetic, but that’s taking it to a level even I didn’t think he’d stoop to. What the hell’s wrong with him?” Craig said.
“If I knew that, I’d tell you. He just won’t tell me anything, as if he’s ashamed of it or something. I don’t know. But I know that beating him won’t make him better. He thinks he needs it. I’m quite sure he doesn’t, especially if he keeps seeking it out, as you seem to think he’s doing. What do you think I should do?”
“I think you need to talk to him. He can’t hide from you here. Maybe seeing you will smack some sense into him, so to speak. You have to get serious with him, though. Whatever this part-time thing you have going with him is, it’s not enough. Rein him in. Be the big bad Dom I know you are. You never know, he might love you for it,” Craig said with a smirk.
Andrew stifled a laugh. “Yeah, I bet he’ll sink to his knees and lick my boots as soon as he sees me. That’ll be a laugh, alright.”
Craig laughed at the image. “Don’t knock it, man. I’ve witnessed some really hot bootlicking here before.”
Andrew shook his head and laughed off the comment. Anything to deflect from talking about being Chris’ Dom. He was not at all interested in doing that.
Chris was exhausted. He had managed to stay focussed enough to stop his punishment, though he felt ashamed he’d done so. His body was thrumming with warm tingling energy, and all sorts of hazy pain. He was released from the bench and carried over to the bed that was hidden inside the wall. Folded down, it proved comfortable enough as Chris caught his breath.
“For a minute there, I didn’t think you’d stop me. You okay?” his Dom said as he took care of his back.
Chris winced at his touch but didn’t protest. “Yeah, I’m fine. Taken worse than that. Thanks.”
“With a bit of training, you’d be a decent sub. You up for sex?”
“In a moment. Lemme catch m’breath.”
Lying down on the bed made Chris sleepy. All he was aware of was his Dom behind him, gently rubbing something soothing into his back. His hands worked him slowly, easing the stinging pain down to a dull ache. He knew he’d appreciate it in the morning.
He was pleased he had refrained from coming during his whipping as well. He was a good sub. He had good control. He did think he’d be even better if he’d been at the feet of his Andrew. His Andrew knew how to handle him.
It was with these thoughts that his Dom began prepping him for sex. Chris relaxed completely, letting him use his body as he wanted. He felt the familiar sensation of fingers and lube before he was being stretched and held down as his Dom had his fun. Chris closed his eyes and pretended he wasn’t as turned on as he really was.
Craig turned to face Andrew. “I don’t know why you think it’s such an absurd idea, being his Dom. You’re the sort of Dom he needs. Sure, he needs a lot of work, but it’s Chris, so what did you even expect? He’s not simple. He’s a stupidly complicated man, we both know that. Someone has to deal with him.”
Andrew ran a hand through his hair in irritation. He hadn’t wanted to have this discussion. “Shit. You know, it’s been so long since I was a Dom, you know. I’ve always been a bit, well, you know. I don’t even know if I’m the sort of Dom he needs. I’m not going to beat him up. I’m not going to punish him either. I don’t do that sort of dominance anymore. It’s… triggering, in a weird way. Like self-harming, but different. I don’t like it. It brings out emotions in me that I don’t like. I don’t know if I’m even the right man for him. I’m not sure I can cope with him on my own. I’d feel better if you were with me. You’re more confident about it.”
“I think you’re precisely the kind of Dom he needs. He thinks he needs punishment. That says to me that punishment is the last thing he needs. Seen it enough here to know that much is true. Subs don’t get to pick when they need punishment, remember? That’s what the Dom’s there for. There’s something inside him he hates, you and I both know that. If we keep letting him do this, go out and self-destruct on his own, do you really think that makes us good mates?” Craig said.
“Don’t try and guilt-trip me into this. You think I haven’t thought about Domming him? He’s just too complicated for me to handle. There’s too much going on inside him than I think I’m capable of dealing with. If he won’t open up to me, what hope has anyone else got?” Andrew said.
“Okay. Suppose I do this with you. Would that make it easier?” Craig said. “We’ve got to do something. You can’t tell me you haven’t noticed some of the bruises.”
“If it bothers you so much, you take him as a sub,” Andrew said.
“My style wouldn’t suit him. I don’t think he needs a woman. He does need you though, that I can see very clearly. Just – will you talk to him or something? I am seriously sick of him bitching to me about how much he wants you and how you’re totally disinterested and it’s driving me batty,” Craig said.
“Okay, fine. I’ll talk to him, if it’s bothering you that much.”
Craig seemed happy with that answer. Andrew just tried to stop feeling like it would all end in disaster.
Chris decided he really shouldn’t drink before playing. He had badly misjudged his endurance and had failed in the whole ‘promising to be able to walk out of there’ thing. His Dom was carrying him, promising him he’d call him a cab or something. Chris smiled in a dazed but happy manner until he spotted his Andrew out of the corner of his eye and nearly fell out of his arms as he tried to get to him.
“My Andrew. That’s where I belong. Over there. With him,” Chris drawled, pointing at the table where Andrew and Craig were sitting.
Chris was carried over to them and Andrew and Craig looked up at them in surprise. Chris smiled happily and tried to reach out to Andrew without falling to the floor.
“Apparently he belongs to you. Mind if I leave him with you?” the Dom said.
“Yeah, I’ll deal with him. Silly boy. He got drunk again, didn’t he?” Andrew said.
The Dom shrugged. “If he did, it wasn’t me who did it. Gave him a good whipping though. Doesn’t look too hurt, but he’ll ache in the morning.”
“Yes, I was afraid of that. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of him. Thanks,” Andrew said.
The Dom nodded and left. Chris curled up beside Andrew as much as his aching body would allow and grinned at him. Andrew looked down at him, not exactly thrilled to see him.
“I see your idea of poncy theatre is a little more lowbrow than usual. You’re an idiot, Chris,” Andrew said.
“Wouldna done it if you’d hit me. Need you, ‘ndrew. Didn’t come all night. Take me home please?”
“Come on, help me get him into the car. We’ll go back to my place. And we’ll talk about this in the morning, Chris. Don’t try and pretend I’m happy about this, okay?” Andrew said.
Chris nodded happily. Andrew shoved him and tried to get him upright. Chris found himself lifted and carried outside. He watched the club pass in a blur, and he waved goodbye to the Dom he’d been with earlier. He was left in the back seat of Andrew’s car, glad he was going home with his real Master. He let the warm hum of the motor and the lull of the car gently rock him to sleep.
Author: Sashataakheru
Fandom: The Chaser RPS
Starring: Andrew Hansen, Chris Taylor, Craig Reucassel
Pairings: Andrew/Chris, Chris/others, Craig/some random chick
Word Count: 4,321
Prompt: 027 – Orgasm Denial for citrus_taste (table)
Warnings: BDSM themes, consensual BDSM play, whipping, sex, cross-dressing, pathetic!Cris
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: Not true in any way, shape or form.
Author’s Notes: After reading too much Gibbs/DiNozzo NCIS kink fic recently, I’ve come to the conclusion that Chris is a much more pathetic version of Tony, but without the fashion sense and the daddy issues. Well, most of the daddy issues. XD
Summary: Pathetic Chris is pathetic and in need of someone to handle him as he hooks up with random guys as he looks for the punishment he thinks he needs, while he spends his days pining after Andrew.
Idle Lover
Craig drained the bottle of beer he was drinking and settled back into the soft bench seat. Andrew looked at him curiously. It was strange being alone. It wasn’t often the two of them went out drinking alone, let alone went drinking alone at some fetish club Craig had taken a liking to. Andrew didn’t mind though. They’d dressed up, Craig had insisted, and the club wasn’t as unpleasant as Andrew had feared.
They’d taken a table in a corner behind some sort of lattice divider that was covered in some sort of climbing plant and fairy lights. The décor was sort of oriental in style, though there was an obvious kink flavour if you knew what you were looking for. The club was divided into areas, with a dance floor, bar, small restaurant, and some private rooms out the back for paying customers. The rooms out the back were officially private party rooms. Unofficially, it was where the kinky sex happened that wasn’t allowed to be done out in the open. If asked, the fetish gear in the rooms was merely decoration.
Craig had come out in drag, much to Andrew’s amusement. Andrew had managed to dissuade Craig out of making him wear some sort of flimsy leather harness. Andrew, much as he had always enjoyed the scene, had no interest in dressing like a slut to go out for a quiet drink. He would, however, admire the work that had gone into Craig’s appearance. Andrew could’ve sworn he’d been born a woman if he didn’t know any better.
Andrew watched Craig return from the bar with some more drinks, some sort of cocktails that had a lot of coloured layers as well as pineapple rings and tiny umbrellas. Craig slid into the seat beside him and handed him his drink.
“There. That oughta keep you busy,” Craig said.
“What on earth is this? I thought I just asked for vodka?” Andrew said, taking a sip anyway. It certainly tasted rather nice, whatever it was.
“It has vodka in it, love. I though it needed a bit of colour. I mean, we can drink vodka anywhere. Can’t get that drink anywhere but here,” Craig said.
“I see. I would’ve been perfectly content with straight vodka, you know,” Andrew said. He still looked at his drink with amusement, but he was hardly going to refuse to drink it now.
Craig stroked his arm affectionately. “I know. I like to spoil you, unlike Chris. Where is he tonight anyway?”
Andrew shrugged. “Dunno. Mentioned some play with a French name I can’t remember. You know what he’s like with his poncy theatre.”
Craig chuckled. “I’d love him to show up here again. I’d love to see your face when he goes off with some big muscle guy.”
Andrew hadn’t anticipated Craig’s change of subject and gave him a surprised look. “He’s been here? When did he come here? I didn’t know he was into this stuff.”
“Hansen, he’s been coming here for months. When are you ever going to get with him? I’m sure that’s why he keeps coming, looking for anyone to take him home and beat him so he doesn’t have to think about you,” Craig said.
“What on earth are you talking about?” Andrew wasn’t as clueless as he’d sounded, but he hardly wanted to discuss the weird dysfunctional relationship he’d shared with Chris over the years.
Craig looked at him, incredulous. “Christ, you can’t be stupid. The man’s in love with you. Besotted with you, even. Are you sure you haven’t noticed?”
Andrew gazed into his drink and stabbed at the pineapple with the little umbrella. “I don’t believe I have. What makes you think he is?”
“It’s the way he looks at you. He wants you so badly, but he never says anything, probably because it’s Chris and we all know he’s got no balls at all.”
Andrew raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? And what makes you think I even want him?”
Craig shrugged and glanced at him. “Dunno. Just a hunch.”
Andrew wasn’t entirely convinced. He was at least pleased Craig didn’t have any, well, evidence. A hunch could be dismissed. “Is that the best argument you can come up with? Well, call me unimpressed.”
“You’ve been flirting right back, you know. I’ve noticed that too. Come on, don’t you think he needs someone to push him round a bit? I’d like to see him wear your collar for once.”
A hint at bondage caught Andrew’s attention, as did the fact Craig had noticed his flirting. “You really think he’s kinky as well as gay?”
Craig shrugged. “I’ve seen him here getting drunk and chatting up the biggest Doms who will talk to him. I’d say kinky and gay was a given, wouldn’t you? Speaking of which, our dear Christopher arrives. I knew he’d turn up tonight.”
Andrew gazed through the lattice towards the front of the club where Chris wandered in, looking decidedly awkward and lost. He took a seat at the bar and ordered a drink and looked like he wanted to drown his sorrows.
“See what I mean? He’s only fucking other guys because he can’t have you. Go and talk to him. He’ll probably like it,” Craig said.
“I’d rather stay here and talk to you. I hardly think he’ll appreciate me approaching him. You saw the way he walked in. He’s so ashamed to be here, and if he knew I was here too, I doubt it would make the situation better. So I shall just sit here and drink whatever the fuck this is and forget he’s even here,” Andrew said.
Craig settled back and watched Chris. “Don’t say I didn’t try. If he hooks up with someone else, then I hardly think it’s my fault.”
Chris’ excuse of poncy theatre had always worked when he had tried to deflect Andrew’s questions as to his whereabouts. He had slipped into the fetish club, head hanging low as if he was afraid someone might recognise him. He always used a false name here. If anyone recognised him, they had said nothing to break his cover. He was almost glad of it. At least if he could remain an anonymous sub in this place, he could pretend he didn’t have any of the issues he kept refusing to deal with.
Stupid Andrew. It was all Andrew’s fault he came here so often. It had taken a long time to admit that what he wanted all along was for Andrew to be his Dom and make him feel better than he’d felt his entire life. He’d never managed to do anything right, though he had kept his deviant sexuality to himself. He was not interested in any more beatings, unless they were ones he asked for.
As he sat at the bar nursing a bottle of beer in his hands, he almost decided he’d rather be at the theatre. But he couldn’t keep away. Some guy he’d seen at this particular fetish club the week before had made a pass at him and promised him a good time and Chris was interested in seeing if he made good on that. He wasn’t as big as the guys Chris usually went for, but he looked promising. Chris was lost in his drink when the guy came and sat down beside him.
“Told you I’d be back. Looks like you were miserable without me,” he said after ordering a drink.
“That’s one way of putting it. I’m glad you came. I was almost going to give up,” Chris said. “It’s Andrew, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, I’m Andrew. Good thing you didn’t go. I was looking forward to taking you home with me,” he said. He wasn’t the first who had told Chris his name was Andrew. Chris had never wondered why that was.
Chris downed the beer and stood. “Shall we? If I sit around here any longer, I won’t be able to walk home.”
“How many’ve you had? You look totally wasted. You sure you should be playing in that condition?” Andrew said, watching the way he staggered a little as he stood.
“I’m fine, man. Only had one tonight. Done this plenty of times before anyway,” Chris said.
“Alright, but I ain’t tying you up. I will fuck you from here to tomorrow though. Good thing I booked a room. You’re in no fit state to go anywhere ,” Andrew said, getting to his feet.
“Whatever, man. I’m all yours,” Chris said, smiling up at him.
Andrew chuckled and scooped him up in his arms as he carried him out to the back rooms, nodding his way past the bouncer. Chris just gazed into his eyes and hoped he’d be the one who’d fix him.
“What I’d like to know is why you spend so much time here. Since when do you have the time to do this anymore? And how has Chris not seen you before?” Andrew said.
“Dunno. I mean, I was in drag and chatting up a girl at the time. I’ve never introduced myself because I hardly think he’d appreciate it. You know how weird he is about the gay thing. Weird though, because he knows I go here, so why he keeps coming is beyond me. Perhaps he likes the thrill of being caught,” Craig said.
Andrew wasn’t sure that was entirely correct. Andrew hadn’t asked him where Chris had been going every week; their relationship of late had been almost non-existent, and neither had felt a need to talk about anything. Andrew was sure their lack of commitment had something to do with the fact they didn’t live together. Andrew wasn’t always there to supervise him. Still, it seemed to have the effect that no one thought they were even together in the first place, so perhaps it wasn’t so bad.
“He’s probably waiting for you to tell me so I’ll turn up and talk to him. I can’t think of any other reason,” Andrew said.
“Maybe then he might do something other than get drunk and look abjectly pathetic and go home with bears. You do know how self-destructive he is,” Craig said.
“Don’t remind me. You know, my life was so much easier when I didn’t have his issues to deal with,” Andrew said. If Andrew was being honest, their relationship hadn’t involved much bondage at all, so he was rather intrigued to discover Chris was interested in it to the extent he was actively going out looking for Doms. It also slightly worried him.
Craig had noticed Chris had disappeared some time ago, but hadn’t bothered to mention it. Perhaps he’d gone off with the guy he’d been with before. Craig had never questioned Chris’ ability to deal with them, and he seemed to know what he was doing, so Craig figured there was no need to worry. He turned his attention back to Andrew and watched as he pushed his empty glass away and began playing with the little umbrella, turning it inside out and back again, twirling it mindlessly between his fingers.
“Look, I might sound like a bastard, but I’d rather you dealt with him than some random guy in a bar. At least you care about him,” Craig said.
The little umbrella fell to the table out of his grasp. “No, I distinctly remember the last time I dealt with him. That did not go down well at all. I can’t handle his self-destructive streak. Every time I try and make him open up, he just shuts down. There’s only so much shit I can deal with.”
“Okay, mate, you’ve lost me. I thought you two weren’t together?” Craig said.
“It’s a very, very long story. A long complicated stupid story. I don’t even think we’re together. Go get me another drink and I’ll tell you all about it.”
“I’ll hold you to that. Back in a minute. Don’t go running off with anyone either,” Craig said with a wink.
The room was fairly bare, but it was adequate. Chris found himself being ordered to strip. His Dom undressed to reveal a far kinkier outfit. Chris thought that looked better. He looked more like a proper Dom, someone who’d punish him good. There was a hard kiss and Chris found himself being strapped onto a whipping bench.
“So, wanna be beaten, huh? Got a safe word?”
Chris thought for a moment. “Rigby.”
“Rigby? Like that Beatles song, hey? Nice.”
Chris managed a weak smile as he felt his Dom preparing to whip him.
“You’d better pay attention. You tell me when you’ve had enough, since I don’t know your endurance. Also, I ain’t gonna let you come. I don’t like it when my subs ruin my fun for me. Reckon you can do that for me?”
Chris swallowed as his head felt dizzy momentarily. “Yes, I’m fine with that. I-I can hold on.”
“Right. I’m gonna warm you up before I really get going. Remember, stop me when you’re at your limit. I want you walking out of here in one piece, okay?”
Chris nodded and tried to hold onto that thought. He liked the idea of being able to walk out of here as well. He also liked the idea of being punished, and he felt he needed it for lying to Andrew, his Andrew, not this stranger, for so long about what he needed. Maybe one day he’d tell him.
That was as far as he got when he felt his arse begin to ache. Andrew was using his hands, gently working his arse in a way that suggested to Chris that he knew what he was doing. Chris closed his eyes and tried not to fall too hard, as much as the inviting warmth of his subspace was calling. He had to stay focussed. But the idea that he was in charge conflicted with his perception that he wasn’t worthy of that and his need for punishment threatened to take over.
Andrew watched Craig return to the bar. He watched him lean against the bar in a rather attractive manner. He could almost imagine him fluttering his eyelashes at the bartender as he flirted with him. Andrew hadn’t given him a specific order. He wondered what he might return with. He wasn’t sure he cared, as long as it was alcoholic.
Andrew stopped staring at Craig’s arse when he straightened and left the bar with a drink in each hand, ones that looked even more ridiculous than the last one had been. He smiled as Craig sat down with the two glasses.
“Which do you want?” Craig said.
“They’re different?” Andrew didn’t think they looked different.
“Have this one. It’s got vodka in it,” Craig said, making the decision for him as he offered him the glass with the yellowy-green drink in it.
Andrew tasted it tentatively. It didn’t taste too bad, all things considered. He felt he preferred the last one though. “It’ll do.”
“So. You and Chris. Tell me the whole sordid affair. I’m assuming it’s sordid, yes? It would be with Chris involved,” Craig said.
Andrew sighed. “Look, there’s mot much to tell. We’ve messed around a bit, but it’s never been very serious, as you’ve probably noticed. The only time he’s discussed bondage with me is when he begs me to punish him for some reason he will never tell me. He wanted to be beaten. I hadn’t realised that’s what he wanted. I suppose he ran off here because I couldn’t give him that.”
“That’s it? Come on, Andrew, you can do better than that. No one does filthy gossip like you.”
“Okay. Fine. But don’t tell him I told you this, okay? He’s weird about it.”
Craig crossed his heart. “Scout’s honour. Or whatever. Go on.”
“I don’t even know where it comes from, or why, or whatever, but he has… punishment issues. I don’t know how else to explain it. Ever since he found out I was into this stuff, he’s been asking me to beat him, punish him for … something. He won’t say what, just that he deserves it. I’ve refused every time except once. He got me in a bad mood, I shouldn’t have agreed, but I was sick of him asking. I don’t even have any whips at home, well, except one. It wasn’t great, nor was it very severe, but it was all I had. I just flung him over the back of the couch and hit him. I didn’t lose control exactly, but I probably worked him to the very edge of his limit. I asked him if it made him feel better. He nodded, though he was in that hazy mindset and I don’t think he heard me very well.”
Craig rolled his eyes and sipped some more of his drink. “Why doesn’t that surprise me at all? Did you fuck him at all?”
“Not then, but we have slept together on other occasions. Always makes me top, and doesn’t mind it rough, as if he doesn’t think he deserves anything else. I knew it wouldn’t fix him, the sex or the whipping. He was back to asking again a day later. I was even more determined to say no than I had been. At some point he seemed to accept it and stopped asking. I suppose that’s when he started going to clubs, looking for someone else to beat him. Because we don’t live together, I can’t watch him all the time, so I don’t know what he gets up to when he’s not with me, but he irritates me too much to want him around all the time.”
“Jesus. He is a mess, isn’t he? I mean, I knew he was pathetic, but that’s taking it to a level even I didn’t think he’d stoop to. What the hell’s wrong with him?” Craig said.
“If I knew that, I’d tell you. He just won’t tell me anything, as if he’s ashamed of it or something. I don’t know. But I know that beating him won’t make him better. He thinks he needs it. I’m quite sure he doesn’t, especially if he keeps seeking it out, as you seem to think he’s doing. What do you think I should do?”
“I think you need to talk to him. He can’t hide from you here. Maybe seeing you will smack some sense into him, so to speak. You have to get serious with him, though. Whatever this part-time thing you have going with him is, it’s not enough. Rein him in. Be the big bad Dom I know you are. You never know, he might love you for it,” Craig said with a smirk.
Andrew stifled a laugh. “Yeah, I bet he’ll sink to his knees and lick my boots as soon as he sees me. That’ll be a laugh, alright.”
Craig laughed at the image. “Don’t knock it, man. I’ve witnessed some really hot bootlicking here before.”
Andrew shook his head and laughed off the comment. Anything to deflect from talking about being Chris’ Dom. He was not at all interested in doing that.
Chris was exhausted. He had managed to stay focussed enough to stop his punishment, though he felt ashamed he’d done so. His body was thrumming with warm tingling energy, and all sorts of hazy pain. He was released from the bench and carried over to the bed that was hidden inside the wall. Folded down, it proved comfortable enough as Chris caught his breath.
“For a minute there, I didn’t think you’d stop me. You okay?” his Dom said as he took care of his back.
Chris winced at his touch but didn’t protest. “Yeah, I’m fine. Taken worse than that. Thanks.”
“With a bit of training, you’d be a decent sub. You up for sex?”
“In a moment. Lemme catch m’breath.”
Lying down on the bed made Chris sleepy. All he was aware of was his Dom behind him, gently rubbing something soothing into his back. His hands worked him slowly, easing the stinging pain down to a dull ache. He knew he’d appreciate it in the morning.
He was pleased he had refrained from coming during his whipping as well. He was a good sub. He had good control. He did think he’d be even better if he’d been at the feet of his Andrew. His Andrew knew how to handle him.
It was with these thoughts that his Dom began prepping him for sex. Chris relaxed completely, letting him use his body as he wanted. He felt the familiar sensation of fingers and lube before he was being stretched and held down as his Dom had his fun. Chris closed his eyes and pretended he wasn’t as turned on as he really was.
Craig turned to face Andrew. “I don’t know why you think it’s such an absurd idea, being his Dom. You’re the sort of Dom he needs. Sure, he needs a lot of work, but it’s Chris, so what did you even expect? He’s not simple. He’s a stupidly complicated man, we both know that. Someone has to deal with him.”
Andrew ran a hand through his hair in irritation. He hadn’t wanted to have this discussion. “Shit. You know, it’s been so long since I was a Dom, you know. I’ve always been a bit, well, you know. I don’t even know if I’m the sort of Dom he needs. I’m not going to beat him up. I’m not going to punish him either. I don’t do that sort of dominance anymore. It’s… triggering, in a weird way. Like self-harming, but different. I don’t like it. It brings out emotions in me that I don’t like. I don’t know if I’m even the right man for him. I’m not sure I can cope with him on my own. I’d feel better if you were with me. You’re more confident about it.”
“I think you’re precisely the kind of Dom he needs. He thinks he needs punishment. That says to me that punishment is the last thing he needs. Seen it enough here to know that much is true. Subs don’t get to pick when they need punishment, remember? That’s what the Dom’s there for. There’s something inside him he hates, you and I both know that. If we keep letting him do this, go out and self-destruct on his own, do you really think that makes us good mates?” Craig said.
“Don’t try and guilt-trip me into this. You think I haven’t thought about Domming him? He’s just too complicated for me to handle. There’s too much going on inside him than I think I’m capable of dealing with. If he won’t open up to me, what hope has anyone else got?” Andrew said.
“Okay. Suppose I do this with you. Would that make it easier?” Craig said. “We’ve got to do something. You can’t tell me you haven’t noticed some of the bruises.”
“If it bothers you so much, you take him as a sub,” Andrew said.
“My style wouldn’t suit him. I don’t think he needs a woman. He does need you though, that I can see very clearly. Just – will you talk to him or something? I am seriously sick of him bitching to me about how much he wants you and how you’re totally disinterested and it’s driving me batty,” Craig said.
“Okay, fine. I’ll talk to him, if it’s bothering you that much.”
Craig seemed happy with that answer. Andrew just tried to stop feeling like it would all end in disaster.
Chris decided he really shouldn’t drink before playing. He had badly misjudged his endurance and had failed in the whole ‘promising to be able to walk out of there’ thing. His Dom was carrying him, promising him he’d call him a cab or something. Chris smiled in a dazed but happy manner until he spotted his Andrew out of the corner of his eye and nearly fell out of his arms as he tried to get to him.
“My Andrew. That’s where I belong. Over there. With him,” Chris drawled, pointing at the table where Andrew and Craig were sitting.
Chris was carried over to them and Andrew and Craig looked up at them in surprise. Chris smiled happily and tried to reach out to Andrew without falling to the floor.
“Apparently he belongs to you. Mind if I leave him with you?” the Dom said.
“Yeah, I’ll deal with him. Silly boy. He got drunk again, didn’t he?” Andrew said.
The Dom shrugged. “If he did, it wasn’t me who did it. Gave him a good whipping though. Doesn’t look too hurt, but he’ll ache in the morning.”
“Yes, I was afraid of that. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of him. Thanks,” Andrew said.
The Dom nodded and left. Chris curled up beside Andrew as much as his aching body would allow and grinned at him. Andrew looked down at him, not exactly thrilled to see him.
“I see your idea of poncy theatre is a little more lowbrow than usual. You’re an idiot, Chris,” Andrew said.
“Wouldna done it if you’d hit me. Need you, ‘ndrew. Didn’t come all night. Take me home please?”
“Come on, help me get him into the car. We’ll go back to my place. And we’ll talk about this in the morning, Chris. Don’t try and pretend I’m happy about this, okay?” Andrew said.
Chris nodded happily. Andrew shoved him and tried to get him upright. Chris found himself lifted and carried outside. He watched the club pass in a blur, and he waved goodbye to the Dom he’d been with earlier. He was left in the back seat of Andrew’s car, glad he was going home with his real Master. He let the warm hum of the motor and the lull of the car gently rock him to sleep.