Liam breathes in, then breathes out. He stands up from the bed, because that somehow feels like the thing to do. Sam's still sitting there, just looking at him, eyes wider than usual. He licks his lips, takes a couple steps back to put some distance there.
"Take your jacket off," he says quietly. Sam's dressed nice - for the occasion, Liam supposes - in a shirt and tie and a brown sportcoat, which he shrugs off unceremoniously onto the mattress. "Not like that," Liam says, "You'll wrinkle it. Go hang it up." Sam nods, goes to the little wardrobe in the corner of the room. His hands are shaking as he puts the coat on a hanger inside. "Okay," Liam says. "Tie off next. Set it on the shelf there, by the TV." Sam fumbles with the knot, but the blue silk slips off his neck eventually. He folds it into a little bundle before placing it on the shelf. Liam swallows.
"Everything else off," Liam says. "Fold it nice and put it in the wardrobe. When you're done, I want you to lie on the bed. Face up." He'd planned this bit, but he hadn't really expected how good it would feel to give an order and have it fulfilled. It feels a bit like the magic of directing a scene, of working someone until they give their best performance, but there's an extra bite to it. While Sam undresses he takes purposeful strides to the shelf and picks up the tie, running it through his hands. It's nice; Sam has good taste, when he tries.
There's silence, and then the sound of Sam clearing his throat. He's sprawled on the bed in some attempt at a sexy pose, one hand stretched upward with the other on his hip and one leg bent at the knee, and it breaks Liam's composure; he chuckles despite himself.
"You think you're funny, hmm?" he says as he approaches the bed, pushing the sleeves of his black henley up to his elbows. "Funny boy." Sam's grinning right back at him as Liam strokes the inner thigh of his bent leg, but the grin turns to surprise when Liam slaps his thigh, hard. Liam waits a moment, watches Sam's eyes closely, waits for him to call 'hold'. He scratches his nails over the now-flushed skin. Sam gasps; his cock twitches. Liam slaps his thigh again, enjoys the echoing clap of the impact. Again he waits for a beat, giving his friend time to process. The beat passes. Sam's eyes are dark, hungry.
"Now, lie down properly," Liam says. "Hands over your head." Sam lowers his leg, reaches both arms up. "Good, good." Liam steps up toward the head of the bed, then leans down to press a kiss to Sam's lips. "I want to tie your wrists," he says, holding up the necktie. "Can I?"
"Yeah." Everything about the moment is soft, from the low volume of their voices to the pliancy of Sam's limbs as he binds his wrists together. He slips a couple fingers between the tie and each of Sam's wrists, checks it isn't too tight. With the binding in place, Sam's body is even more relaxed; when Liam looks down, the man's eyes have fluttered closed. He brushes his thumb down Sam's cheek.
"Does that feel good?" Sam nods. Liam runs his hand down Sam's neck, feeling the lovely roughness of stubble. He goes lower, runs his thumb around his nipple, then pinches it just a little, just to see his reaction. Sam exhales. Liam pinches harder, adds just a bit of pressure with his nail, and Sam full-on gasps. "I guess that's a 'want', then."
"Yeah," Sam says, sounding surprised. Liam digs his nail in a little harder. "Fuck," Sam grits out.
"Language," Liam warns, and gives his nipple a twist. Sam's torso arches.
"Sorry, Liam, sorry, sorry, I'm sorry!" Liam holds the pressure a few moments longer, then lets go; Sam relaxes back down, panting. Liam brushes his thumb over the sore skin, a soothing touch. His hand drifts lower after that, moving down Sam's stomach toward his cock, which is hard and flushed. Liam's fingers run through the dark curls just above the shaft, then down along his thighs. Sam's hips arch up, but Liam's hand stays just out of reach of his cock.
"What do you want?" Liam asks, though the answer is obvious. He wants Sam to say it.
"Want your hand." Liam brushes just the backs of his knuckles up along Sam's cock, then pulls away.
"What do you say?" he prompts.
"Please?"
"Right answer." Sam groans as Liam's fist closes around his shaft, stroking loosely from bottom to top, then back down again. Sam tilts his hips into Liam's grip, doing his best to fuck the ring of Liam's fingers. "That feel good?"
"Yeah."
"Then what do you say?"
"Uh, please can I - have some more?" Liam pulls his hand away, slaps his palm down against Sam's thigh, the one he slapped before.
"Think harder." He runs his nails up the skin.
"Th - thank you," Sam murmurs. "Thank you." Liam's hand wraps around Sam's cock again, firmer this time. His thumb runs up around the base of the head, then over it, feeling a bit of wetness there.
"You like this, don't you?" Liam says as he keeps stroking. "Tied up, helpless, at my mercy... it's getting you off, isn't it?"
"Yeah," Sam whines, "Yeah, I'm - I'm really close already."
"Dirty boy," Liam coos. He moves to the foot of the bed and shoves Sam's right leg open, leaning in to kiss at his thigh while his fist keeps stroking at a steady pace. The kiss turns quickly into a bite that wrenches a moan out of Sam's throat.
"Please," Sam gasps, "Please, thank you, I - " Liam bites down hard until he's sure he's left a mark, then looks up.
"You wanna come?" Sam rolls his hips.
"Please, please, Liam." Liam's strokes speed up, his fist tightening.
"All right," he says, "Come for me." With those words, Sam groans out, long and desperate, as he spills out onto his stomach. Liam watches him as he twitches and pants.
"Thank you," Sam gasps out as soon as he has the breath for it. "Thank you." Liam steps up to the head of the bed and strokes a hand through Sam's hair.
"Can you do just a little bit more for me? To get me off too?" Liam asks softly. Sam gulps, nods. He kneels up onto the bed, one knee on either side of Sam's shoulders, then moves forward to get at Sam's wrists, which he unties. He rubs Sam's hands a bit, making sure he's still got circulation, then guides them down to rest on the tops of Liam's thighs.
"I'm going to fuck your mouth. I'll go gentle, but if it's too much, you tap my legs. Is that okay?" Sam nods, his mouth going slightly open. Liam runs his thumb along his friend's lower lip, then goes to lower his zipper. He pulls his cock out, flushed dark, the tip already shiny. Sam lifts his head just a bit, inviting him in; Liam presses a finger down on Sam's chin to open his mouth, then guides his cock slowly inside, only the head to begin with.
Even in all this unfamiliarity, the wet heat of Sam's mouth is well-known to him, and Liam pulses eagerly, the head of his cock slipping in and out of pliant lips. He places a hand at the nape of Sam's neck, fingers stroking the hair there as he fucks a little deeper in, the first few inches of his shaft now. Sam's tongue flutters along the vein at the bottom of his shaft, sweeps over the head - the guy's a damn good cocksucker. Liam knows from experience that Sam can take his whole cock, but he keeps it gentle anyway, rolls his hips just enough to get a good rhythm of motion.
"You've been so good," Liam murmurs as he pumps in a little faster. There's a thin line of spit dripping down Sam's chin; Liam sweeps it up with his thumb. "So good for me." Sam's sucking hard on every outstroke now, his tongue twisting around Liam's cock. "I'm almost there," Liam says, "Just keep - just like that, just like - oh - "
It hits him suddenly, and he barely has time to clasp his hand over Sam's in warning before his vision goes fuzzy. He hears himself cry out as if he's far away. His cock twitches in Sam's mouth, but the seal of his lips stays constant as Liam pours out. He takes a coupe gasping breaths, then pulls out of Sam's mouth carefully; his cock comes out clean, not a drop spilled outside Sam's mouth. Between his knees, Sam swallows, then smiles with swollen lips.
"Holy shit," Liam whispers.
"Yeah." Sam's eyes look sleepily peaceful, his mouth still stretched into a smile. Liam crawls off of him, back up to standing. He drops a kiss onto Sam's lips, then goes to the bathroom to wet a washcloth. When he comes back, Sam's curled onto his side, eyes already closed. Liam runs the cloth over his friend's stomach, over his softened cock. He takes it back to the sink, rinses it, fills up two glasses with water.
"Hey," he says when he returns to the bedside with the water, "Sit up a second, bud. Drink this." Sam sits up a little shakily; Liam takes a seat next to him on the bed so he's got something to lean on. He lifts the water to Sam's lips; after a sip, Sam takes the glass into his own hands and finishes it off. Liam drinks his own glass in slow sips, letting Sam nestle into his side. Once the water's gone, he wriggles out of his jeans, then urges Sam back down onto the bed, spooning up behind him before pulling the covers over them.
"So," Liam says softly. "'Operation: Kinky Shit' seemed like a success." Sam shifts back against Liam and tugs his arms tighter around his waist.
"We're not such old dogs after all," Sam murmurs. He threads his fingers between Liam's. "Can we do that again sometime?"
"I'll see if I can pencil you in." Liam burrows his nose into Sam's hair. They breathe quietly for a few minutes, and then, together, they slip into sleep.
Re: "I'll pencil you in for 'kinky shit'", Liam/Sam, NC-17, 3/3
"Take your jacket off," he says quietly. Sam's dressed nice - for the occasion, Liam supposes - in a shirt and tie and a brown sportcoat, which he shrugs off unceremoniously onto the mattress. "Not like that," Liam says, "You'll wrinkle it. Go hang it up." Sam nods, goes to the little wardrobe in the corner of the room. His hands are shaking as he puts the coat on a hanger inside. "Okay," Liam says. "Tie off next. Set it on the shelf there, by the TV." Sam fumbles with the knot, but the blue silk slips off his neck eventually. He folds it into a little bundle before placing it on the shelf. Liam swallows.
"Everything else off," Liam says. "Fold it nice and put it in the wardrobe. When you're done, I want you to lie on the bed. Face up." He'd planned this bit, but he hadn't really expected how good it would feel to give an order and have it fulfilled. It feels a bit like the magic of directing a scene, of working someone until they give their best performance, but there's an extra bite to it. While Sam undresses he takes purposeful strides to the shelf and picks up the tie, running it through his hands. It's nice; Sam has good taste, when he tries.
There's silence, and then the sound of Sam clearing his throat. He's sprawled on the bed in some attempt at a sexy pose, one hand stretched upward with the other on his hip and one leg bent at the knee, and it breaks Liam's composure; he chuckles despite himself.
"You think you're funny, hmm?" he says as he approaches the bed, pushing the sleeves of his black henley up to his elbows. "Funny boy." Sam's grinning right back at him as Liam strokes the inner thigh of his bent leg, but the grin turns to surprise when Liam slaps his thigh, hard. Liam waits a moment, watches Sam's eyes closely, waits for him to call 'hold'. He scratches his nails over the now-flushed skin. Sam gasps; his cock twitches. Liam slaps his thigh again, enjoys the echoing clap of the impact. Again he waits for a beat, giving his friend time to process. The beat passes. Sam's eyes are dark, hungry.
"Now, lie down properly," Liam says. "Hands over your head." Sam lowers his leg, reaches both arms up. "Good, good." Liam steps up toward the head of the bed, then leans down to press a kiss to Sam's lips. "I want to tie your wrists," he says, holding up the necktie. "Can I?"
"Yeah." Everything about the moment is soft, from the low volume of their voices to the pliancy of Sam's limbs as he binds his wrists together. He slips a couple fingers between the tie and each of Sam's wrists, checks it isn't too tight. With the binding in place, Sam's body is even more relaxed; when Liam looks down, the man's eyes have fluttered closed. He brushes his thumb down Sam's cheek.
"Does that feel good?" Sam nods. Liam runs his hand down Sam's neck, feeling the lovely roughness of stubble. He goes lower, runs his thumb around his nipple, then pinches it just a little, just to see his reaction. Sam exhales. Liam pinches harder, adds just a bit of pressure with his nail, and Sam full-on gasps. "I guess that's a 'want', then."
"Yeah," Sam says, sounding surprised. Liam digs his nail in a little harder. "Fuck," Sam grits out.
"Language," Liam warns, and gives his nipple a twist. Sam's torso arches.
"Sorry, Liam, sorry, sorry, I'm sorry!" Liam holds the pressure a few moments longer, then lets go; Sam relaxes back down, panting. Liam brushes his thumb over the sore skin, a soothing touch. His hand drifts lower after that, moving down Sam's stomach toward his cock, which is hard and flushed. Liam's fingers run through the dark curls just above the shaft, then down along his thighs. Sam's hips arch up, but Liam's hand stays just out of reach of his cock.
"What do you want?" Liam asks, though the answer is obvious. He wants Sam to say it.
"Want your hand." Liam brushes just the backs of his knuckles up along Sam's cock, then pulls away.
"What do you say?" he prompts.
"Please?"
"Right answer." Sam groans as Liam's fist closes around his shaft, stroking loosely from bottom to top, then back down again. Sam tilts his hips into Liam's grip, doing his best to fuck the ring of Liam's fingers. "That feel good?"
"Yeah."
"Then what do you say?"
"Uh, please can I - have some more?" Liam pulls his hand away, slaps his palm down against Sam's thigh, the one he slapped before.
"Think harder." He runs his nails up the skin.
"Th - thank you," Sam murmurs. "Thank you." Liam's hand wraps around Sam's cock again, firmer this time. His thumb runs up around the base of the head, then over it, feeling a bit of wetness there.
"You like this, don't you?" Liam says as he keeps stroking. "Tied up, helpless, at my mercy... it's getting you off, isn't it?"
"Yeah," Sam whines, "Yeah, I'm - I'm really close already."
"Dirty boy," Liam coos. He moves to the foot of the bed and shoves Sam's right leg open, leaning in to kiss at his thigh while his fist keeps stroking at a steady pace. The kiss turns quickly into a bite that wrenches a moan out of Sam's throat.
"Please," Sam gasps, "Please, thank you, I - " Liam bites down hard until he's sure he's left a mark, then looks up.
"You wanna come?" Sam rolls his hips.
"Please, please, Liam." Liam's strokes speed up, his fist tightening.
"All right," he says, "Come for me." With those words, Sam groans out, long and desperate, as he spills out onto his stomach. Liam watches him as he twitches and pants.
"Thank you," Sam gasps out as soon as he has the breath for it. "Thank you." Liam steps up to the head of the bed and strokes a hand through Sam's hair.
"Can you do just a little bit more for me? To get me off too?" Liam asks softly. Sam gulps, nods. He kneels up onto the bed, one knee on either side of Sam's shoulders, then moves forward to get at Sam's wrists, which he unties. He rubs Sam's hands a bit, making sure he's still got circulation, then guides them down to rest on the tops of Liam's thighs.
"I'm going to fuck your mouth. I'll go gentle, but if it's too much, you tap my legs. Is that okay?" Sam nods, his mouth going slightly open. Liam runs his thumb along his friend's lower lip, then goes to lower his zipper. He pulls his cock out, flushed dark, the tip already shiny. Sam lifts his head just a bit, inviting him in; Liam presses a finger down on Sam's chin to open his mouth, then guides his cock slowly inside, only the head to begin with.
Even in all this unfamiliarity, the wet heat of Sam's mouth is well-known to him, and Liam pulses eagerly, the head of his cock slipping in and out of pliant lips. He places a hand at the nape of Sam's neck, fingers stroking the hair there as he fucks a little deeper in, the first few inches of his shaft now. Sam's tongue flutters along the vein at the bottom of his shaft, sweeps over the head - the guy's a damn good cocksucker. Liam knows from experience that Sam can take his whole cock, but he keeps it gentle anyway, rolls his hips just enough to get a good rhythm of motion.
"You've been so good," Liam murmurs as he pumps in a little faster. There's a thin line of spit dripping down Sam's chin; Liam sweeps it up with his thumb. "So good for me." Sam's sucking hard on every outstroke now, his tongue twisting around Liam's cock. "I'm almost there," Liam says, "Just keep - just like that, just like - oh - "
It hits him suddenly, and he barely has time to clasp his hand over Sam's in warning before his vision goes fuzzy. He hears himself cry out as if he's far away. His cock twitches in Sam's mouth, but the seal of his lips stays constant as Liam pours out. He takes a coupe gasping breaths, then pulls out of Sam's mouth carefully; his cock comes out clean, not a drop spilled outside Sam's mouth. Between his knees, Sam swallows, then smiles with swollen lips.
"Holy shit," Liam whispers.
"Yeah." Sam's eyes look sleepily peaceful, his mouth still stretched into a smile. Liam crawls off of him, back up to standing. He drops a kiss onto Sam's lips, then goes to the bathroom to wet a washcloth. When he comes back, Sam's curled onto his side, eyes already closed. Liam runs the cloth over his friend's stomach, over his softened cock. He takes it back to the sink, rinses it, fills up two glasses with water.
"Hey," he says when he returns to the bedside with the water, "Sit up a second, bud. Drink this." Sam sits up a little shakily; Liam takes a seat next to him on the bed so he's got something to lean on. He lifts the water to Sam's lips; after a sip, Sam takes the glass into his own hands and finishes it off. Liam drinks his own glass in slow sips, letting Sam nestle into his side. Once the water's gone, he wriggles out of his jeans, then urges Sam back down onto the bed, spooning up behind him before pulling the covers over them.
"So," Liam says softly. "'Operation: Kinky Shit' seemed like a success." Sam shifts back against Liam and tugs his arms tighter around his waist.
"We're not such old dogs after all," Sam murmurs. He threads his fingers between Liam's. "Can we do that again sometime?"
"I'll see if I can pencil you in." Liam burrows his nose into Sam's hair. They breathe quietly for a few minutes, and then, together, they slip into sleep.