OH, GAYA...................

[correctiveshoes621]

For a long while, he lay there, catching his breath..twitching with delicious tiny aftershocks. He held the pillow close to him, his face pressed into it..and felt an almost overwhelming pastiche of emotions rise at play in him; then drew his knees up nearly to his chest. He stayed curled fastidiously on the one side of the bed -- damned near hangin' off it, mind you -- not wanting to 'crowd' Wayne..

His intention last night had been to meet up with this man..this laughing/casual/offbeat/damnedHOT man, and get to know him better..to try to get..lucky -- not so much in 'that way', no -- lucky enough to get JUST a little taste of what Simon had greedily gorged himself on..all for Robert's enjoyment, of course. And boy, had he gotten it..gotten MORE than just a little taste. Maybe more than he had bargained for.

This man could make or break him, and he knew it.

He also knew that he would near DIE for the chance to BE broken..

A dangerous mix, that.

Fuckin' PERFECTION, that.

And what would Robert say when he saw THOSE MARKS? Oh, God, Oh GOD..Man, there was no hope of hiding them, no..Fuck. He could just SEE the look of triumph in Simon's enormous dark eyes, as he sneered, 'See, Rob? I TOLD you..Just like the others..' It made Jack feel a little queasy.

And the look in Rob's eyes would kill him. Stone-fuckin'-dead KILL him. He had seen that look before, yeah. All that was Robert...turned off like a faucet. Gone...Cold..and utterly stark..utterly withering..

He had seen him look at SIMON that way, once..ONLY once...the very first time they had met, and Rob had decided that he wanted Jack, had decided to draw Jack into his web...leaving Simon smarting and jealous...and willing to stand on his fuckin' HEAD to gain back Rob's favor.

Robert had looked at Simon as a mere annoyance -- a buzzing fly -- that night..all but bluntly asking him, 'Are you STILL HERE?'

And had actually YAWNED.

The look on Simon's face was almost comically tragic..flowing from shock to numb to anger all in a rush. And the look Simon had thrown Jack's way made no bones about how he felt. No bones at all.

And then Simon had simply gone and sat down..away from them...chastened, but still obedient.

It had been that way from the beginning..they ALL bleedin' PINED to be lambs slaughtered oh, so delicately by The Great Robert Smith. They ALL would do anything for JUST ONE CHANCE. And Robert knew it, knew it damned well..and most times, used it for his own pleasure.

Simon had finally appeared to grudgingly accept Jack into their secret inner circle. Or at least, he didn't let his anger show, anymore. Maybe Simon had told himself that it was REALLY a compliment of sorts..for Jack looked SO much like Simon in his younger days, that they could be brothers....back in the old days..back when it was all new..and it was HE who was being drawn into the web.

Maybe Simon thought it now made him Robert's 'equal'..his 'contemporary' in their little games..his 'partner in crime'..Jack didn't know. Jack DID know that it gave Robert ENORMOUS pleasure to pit them against each other..that much was obvious. It also gave Robert enormous pleasure to have them bed each other..with Simon always in charge, ALWAYS...angry and shaking and cruel...and Rob sitting thoughtfully back...licking his lips and watching...instructing...MAKING Simon do those things..

Jack closed his eyes, swallowing.

Then got up from the bed on shaky legs.

He had fucked up..fucked up BAD, this time.

His mind made up, he moved as swiftly and as silently as possible..for he thought Wayne asleep, he was so quiet. He quickly gathered his clothing from its various locations about the room...and standing on one leg, he tried to pull on a sock.

'Jack.', Wayne called, his voice calm..reasonable.

Jack stopped, then ignored him, biting his lip -- DON'T look at him, he thought, just don't look at him -- but nearly lost his tenuous balance, Damn this fuckin' sock.

'JACK.', Wayne repeated then, a bit louder, but still calm, 'What are you doing?'

Jack hopped up and down, holding the tangle of clothing, trying to pull on the fucking sock.

'JACK. COME HERE.', Wayne said quietly, firmly, 'NOW.'

Jack hesitated, then let out his breath in a sigh. He padded over to Wayne, his head down, defeated..it was always like this, always..fucking always..He stood at the side of the bed; jaw tight and grinding, lips set, holding the ridiculous pile of clothes...and wearing one sock.

Perfect. Yeah. So tough.

'Why are you leaving, Jack? You got somewhere to go?', Wayne asked quietly. 'You don't have to, you know.'

Jack turned his head, his mind black; and Wayne sat up, patting the mattress.

Jack just stood there.

Suddenly, Wayne reached out with both hands and yanked the pile of clothes from Jack's arms. Jack tried to snatch them back, but Wayne was faster, laughing. Jack sputtered, cursing.

'Hey, I *like* this', Wayne said, laughing as he examined Jack's faded teeshirt. Jack stood with one hip thrust out; rolling his eyes, fuming. His hands fisted like stones.

'But...I think I like this *better*...oh, say....THERE!', Wayne laughed, and threw Jack's teeshirt across the room. It landed on the floor next to the desk.

Jack just stared at him.

'And this? Over there!', and sent Jack's boxers sailing into the doorway of the bathroom. Jack looked at him as if he had gone crazy...and Wayne laughed again. Then threw Jack's jeans across the room in a wad..giggling as they landed askew on the shade of the floorlamp, nearly knocking it over. His leather jacket landed on the sofa...and his other sock? God knew where...

Jack tried hard not to crack a smile.

Again, Wayne patted the side of the bed, looking at him. Jack sank down next to him.

'Do you really want to go, Jack, hmm?', Wayne whispered, '..or do you just hear your Master's voice?'

Jack didn't answer, embarrassed. He knew what he wanted..he *knew*..and struggled with it. It made him sick, it did..and the soothing sound of Wayne's voice was like medicine.

''Cos I don't want you to go, honey. GOD, I want you to stay...and just hold your sweet little self RIGHT here. Right here. Nice and tight, nice and warm in my arms, Jack..', he whispered, and reached out and touched Jack's cheek. Jack closed his eyes, WANTING so bad. He bit his lip, swallowing hard..fuck this shit, he thought.

'Come on..it's late.', Wayne purred, pulling back the covers. 'I won't mess with you, I promise..I just want to hang on to you while I can, okay?'

He pulled Jack's chin towards him, forcing Jack to face him, 'Okay?'

Jack nodded tensely, fighting back weary tears; and then let himself be enveloped, let himself feel that...that warm and snuggly weak-assed bullshit...because he needed to. Yeah, he did. He needed to.

So what, he thought.

He lay back in Wayne's arms as Wayne pulled the covers close around them both.

Jack knew that there would be Hell to pay for this, for this DISOBEDIENCE, for this HOW-DARE-HE-WANT-SOMETHING-NEED-SOMETHING...ALWAYS, there was Pennance..ALWAYS.

What's done is done, he thought, holding Wayne tighter...loving, Oh, my God, LOVING!...the feel of Wayne's arms all around him..his cheek against the top of his head, murmuring...I might as well enjoy this while it lasts.

This calm before the storm.

Jack's body unknotted slowly, and he fell asleep.

Comments

[gayalithiel.livejournal.com]

OMG. I *LOVE* this. It's beautiful. It's very Wayne. I can see him doing that. God, he loves to snuggle with Jack..... *happy sigh*

But....what could possibly happen next? Jack is gonna need to go back to his 'master' and suffer the consequences. Maybe Wayne can soothe him a little when they next wake up. I'll work on that today.....

♥

[indiwise.livejournal.com]

Work away, dear. This just fell out of my head this morning when I came in from work..my son was still asleep, and my daughter had just left for work. Perfect timing...but, that explains why it is so rough-edged, lol.

[indiwise.livejournal.com]

Besides....YOU GOT VIDEOS TO WATCH..and I KNOW how hard it is to find the time for it all. Man.

[gayalithiel.livejournal.com]

But...mmmmmmmm, such sweet ways to spend one's time!!! Say Hi to me! I'm on AIM!!