lie there and think."
"About how I'm going to kick your fucking ass for this?"
"No, Gray. About how you're going to persuade me to fuck you when you're not allowed to
speak after I return and if you do I'll kick your ass out of here. You want to play, then fine, we'll play, but you're arguing far too much and you're irritating me."
"I just -- I don't know what to do," Gray whispered, feeling panic twist inside him, taking away his ability to joke. With Charles beside him he could cope with being tied up; alone, he wasn't
sure he wouldn't start to freak and if he did...
"Do what I've told you to do. Lie there. Think. Wait for me to come back." Charles shrugged.
"Don't come."
"Like I could!"
"Oh, you could." Charles smiled thinly. "But you won't enjoy what happens if you do." He walked back into the room and picked up his watch, strapping it onto his wrist. "Fifteen
minutes."
"Charles... please..."
He got a sidelong look. "I think I'd like you to stop talking now, please." The 'please' did
something to Gray, jolting him into a haze of need. "Good."
The door was left ajar and Gray was left alone.
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***
Charles walked down the stairs slowly, resisting the urge to go back. He was expecting to hear
Gray call to him soon to be released; expecting Gray to leave. Turning his back on him with that
thought in place was difficult. The shimmy and stifled moan of panic Gray had given, looking
stunningly erotic as he pulled at the lengths of twisted silk holding him -- Charles was never going
to be able to wear those ties again, not that he cared -- had almost given him what he wanted.
Almost.
Replaying the memory of Gray's fingers unconsciously caressing the silk even as he tugged and
fought their hold on him, Charles poured himself a glass of water and sat down, sipping at it
slowly, his eyes staring unseeingly at the living room.
The purr and nudge as his cat made his presence known woke him from his thoughts. "Sorry," he
murmured, reaching down and scooping Rudegar up. "Much though I love you, I think I'd rather
you weren't wandering around."
Placating him with a serving of cat treats, he shut Rudegar into the kitchen and glanced at his
watch. Thirteen minutes. It would have felt like thirty to Gray but Charles didn't even consider
cutting the time short. You gave a number -- minutes to wait, strokes from a cane -- and you
stuck to it. Had to.
He couldn't believe how easy it was to fall back into this; how natural it felt. Forcing himself to
remember that Gray didn't have the faintest idea of what to do, and wouldn't want to if he did, he
tried to plan out something mild enough not to leave Gray running out screaming and yet
sufficient to get his message over.
Fifteen minutes.
He turned and walked up the stairs as slowly as he'd come down them, his cock full and hard, his
hands curled loosely, shaking slightly.
That would stop as soon as he saw Gray. His breathing would even out, his voice would be calm,
inflexible. He knew that and it still didn't stop them from trembling now, excitement and
apprehension forcing his body to react.
He pushed open the door and met Gray's eyes.
God.
***
It took a full two of the fifteen minutes for Gray's heart to stop hammering painfully. Full-on
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freaking. Tied up. Tied up , dammit, and so fucking turned on it wasn't funny.
And Charles wanted him to wait ?
He ran through a litany of curses and felt his calm return. Okay. Tied, yes, but just his hands, and
it wasn't as if it hurt. The silk was smooth and it only got uncomfortable if he pulled... and
twisted... and fought... like that.
God, he had to stop doing that. He wasn't sure why he was when he didn't really want to get
free. Free meant Charles would come back and give him that scornful look, the one Gray had
sometimes wanted to see in class just because there was something so fucking satisfying about
wiping it off Charles' face with a really clever question
"About how I'm going to kick your fucking ass for this?"
"No, Gray. About how you're going to persuade me to fuck you when you're not allowed to
speak after I return and if you do I'll kick your ass out of here. You want to play, then fine, we'll play, but you're arguing far too much and you're irritating me."
"I just -- I don't know what to do," Gray whispered, feeling panic twist inside him, taking away his ability to joke. With Charles beside him he could cope with being tied up; alone, he wasn't
sure he wouldn't start to freak and if he did...
"Do what I've told you to do. Lie there. Think. Wait for me to come back." Charles shrugged.
"Don't come."
"Like I could!"
"Oh, you could." Charles smiled thinly. "But you won't enjoy what happens if you do." He walked back into the room and picked up his watch, strapping it onto his wrist. "Fifteen
minutes."
"Charles... please..."
He got a sidelong look. "I think I'd like you to stop talking now, please." The 'please' did
something to Gray, jolting him into a haze of need. "Good."
The door was left ajar and Gray was left alone.
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***
Charles walked down the stairs slowly, resisting the urge to go back. He was expecting to hear
Gray call to him soon to be released; expecting Gray to leave. Turning his back on him with that
thought in place was difficult. The shimmy and stifled moan of panic Gray had given, looking
stunningly erotic as he pulled at the lengths of twisted silk holding him -- Charles was never going
to be able to wear those ties again, not that he cared -- had almost given him what he wanted.
Almost.
Replaying the memory of Gray's fingers unconsciously caressing the silk even as he tugged and
fought their hold on him, Charles poured himself a glass of water and sat down, sipping at it
slowly, his eyes staring unseeingly at the living room.
The purr and nudge as his cat made his presence known woke him from his thoughts. "Sorry," he
murmured, reaching down and scooping Rudegar up. "Much though I love you, I think I'd rather
you weren't wandering around."
Placating him with a serving of cat treats, he shut Rudegar into the kitchen and glanced at his
watch. Thirteen minutes. It would have felt like thirty to Gray but Charles didn't even consider
cutting the time short. You gave a number -- minutes to wait, strokes from a cane -- and you
stuck to it. Had to.
He couldn't believe how easy it was to fall back into this; how natural it felt. Forcing himself to
remember that Gray didn't have the faintest idea of what to do, and wouldn't want to if he did, he
tried to plan out something mild enough not to leave Gray running out screaming and yet
sufficient to get his message over.
Fifteen minutes.
He turned and walked up the stairs as slowly as he'd come down them, his cock full and hard, his
hands curled loosely, shaking slightly.
That would stop as soon as he saw Gray. His breathing would even out, his voice would be calm,
inflexible. He knew that and it still didn't stop them from trembling now, excitement and
apprehension forcing his body to react.
He pushed open the door and met Gray's eyes.
God.
***
It took a full two of the fifteen minutes for Gray's heart to stop hammering painfully. Full-on
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freaking. Tied up. Tied up , dammit, and so fucking turned on it wasn't funny.
And Charles wanted him to wait ?
He ran through a litany of curses and felt his calm return. Okay. Tied, yes, but just his hands, and
it wasn't as if it hurt. The silk was smooth and it only got uncomfortable if he pulled... and
twisted... and fought... like that.
God, he had to stop doing that. He wasn't sure why he was when he didn't really want to get
free. Free meant Charles would come back and give him that scornful look, the one Gray had
sometimes wanted to see in class just because there was something so fucking satisfying about
wiping it off Charles' face with a really clever question
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