RockStarPeach

Okay, so today, instead of your regularly scheduled chapter 13, I bring you a deleted scene. It's unlike the last outtake I did, because for that one I just used the Arrangement set up to write a little bit of smut that could never have happened in the story. This one actually could. I've already written the whole of Arrangement, and so this is not actually part of the story, but it could easily have been. So any character developments, or reveals or whatever should be taken to be Arrangement canon. Just... this scene was added after :) And if did happen to be part of the story, it would take place sometime between chapter 12 and chapter 14.


Title: Arrangement: Deleted Scene

Characters/Pairings: Ethan/Lindsey, Ethan/Giles, (Giles/Lindsey, Lindsey/Spike, Giles/Wes, Giles/others, other slight pairings, for the whole story)

Rating: Adult

Summary: Giles is a ridiculously unfaithful wealthy older man, keeping Lindsey around for pleasure and company, but when someone else catches Lindsey’s eye, he realises he wants more out of a relationship. Giles has sex with just about everyone. Spike tries to. Wes gets in over his head.

Previous Chapters here

Deleted Scene

Lindsey smiled at Dawn uncertainly and nodded toward the closed office door. “I think he’s expecting me,” he told her, and the secretary grinned back at him, face as chipper and friendly as ever. It would be irritating if it wasn’t so genuine, but on her it worked. On the few occasions that Lindsey had seen her she always seemed to make him happy, her smile and good mood infectious.

It wasn’t today, though.

He’d gotten a call from Ethan earlier that day, and the man had asked him to come down to his office, not bothering to mention why. He’d told him ‘no’, of course, that he didn’t think they had any reason to meet up, or even talk. Not since three days ago, when Rupert had kicked him out, made it clear that things were over, and that they would probably never speak again

Hell, he wouldn’t think that he and Ethan would have anything to talk about even when he had been with Rupert. The two older men were business partners, and Lindsey had nothing to do with that. He’d only been Rupert’s fuck toy, and he hardly saw Ethan at all, except at parties, and they didn’t really talk all that much even then. Lindsey always got the feeling that Ethan didn’t like him very much.

But Ethan had just told him “Two o’clock,” in that crisp, authoritative voice that rivalled Rupert’s, and hung up the phone, believing that he would be obeyed. Dick.

But, Lindsey had showed up, so he’d obviously been right to be so cocky. It might have been because he was curious about why Ethan had called, or it might have been because he still wanted some sort of connection to Rupert, or it could have just been that he’d been conditioned, over the years, to do what he was told, when he was spoken to the way Ethan had spoken to him on the phone.

And how the fuck had Ethan even known where to find him? He hadn’t told anyone, except for… Spike. He was gonna have to hurt him. A lot.

“Two o’clock, right?” Dawn asked, scanning down the daytimer on her desk, to double check. She didn’t need to though, she’d seen ‘Lindsey McDonald’ marked in for two when she’d gotten there this morning, and remembered it, because it was pretty strange. “Go ahead in, Lindsey. He’s expecting you.”

Lindsey grinned in thanks and stepped forward toward the door, knocking twice on it, even though Dawn had told him to go in, and waiting for the muffled, “yes?” that came through the solid wood before opening the door and entering the office.

“What the hell do you want?” Lindsey asked, stepping just inside the doorway, legs slightly apart, arms hanging loosely at his sides. He wasn’t nearly as relaxed as he was pretending, Ethan always made him feel a little self-conscious, a little guarded, but he’d learned how to act cool, even when he wasn’t, and he didn’t think Ethan would know the difference.

“Shut the door please,” Ethan said, calmly, not letting Lindsey’s show of bravado get to him, like he knew the younger man wanted. He waited in his chair, hands folded together, placed on his desk, for several long seconds, Lindsey staring at him, doing his best not to scowl.

He knew the exact moment that Lindsey had lost the battle with himself to walk back out the door, and be finished with him, and Rupert and anything connected to them, once and for all. Saw it when his chest sagged slightly, his eyes dropped down, and then didn’t bother to meet Ethan’s again, before he turned around and did as he was told, shutting the solid oak panel, pressing until he heard the snick of the lock catching.

And then Ethan knew for certain that he’d be able to do anything he wanted here today, that Lindsey would capitulate, because he was hoping, even though he’d never admit it, that Rupert had set this up, that Rupert was coming for him. He had been called into the business Rupert owned, and it wouldn’t make much sense if his ex-lover wasn’t involved at all.

And as it turned out, Rupert was involved, he just didn’t know it yet. And Ethan was going to cash in while he could. This whole set-up was primarily for Rupert’s benefit, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t have his own fun as well. The boy was incredibly enticing, after all, if absolutely not his type, and he hadn’t been lying when he’d told Rupert that he’d made Lindsey sound irresistible. His old friend had shared a story or two over the years, and while Ethan had feigned disinterest, not usually being one to kiss and tell, and he had to admit that Lindsey did sound like a certain amount of fun.

“Very good,” he praised, grinning slyly. “Now pull your pants down and bend over my desk.”

“What?!” Lindsey spluttered, genuinely surprised. Ethan had never hit on him before, never showed any interest, but for the odd passing comment to Rupert about how lovely his boy looked on some particular night, and he couldn’t imagine any reason that he’d start now. Unless Lindsey misunderstood, and he was going to spank him or something, in which case… “What?”

Ethan stood then, expression on his face not changing as he calmly collected up the few papers, books, pens that were scattered across his desk, and pushing them, along with his laptop, to the side so they wouldn’t be messed up when Lindsey did as he’d told him. “Take down your pants,” Ethan repeated, “and bend over my desk.”

“What for?” Yeah, ‘what for?’ probably wasn’t what he should be saying, he should be telling Ethan to fuck off and walking out the door. He wasn’t entirely sure why he wasn’t.

“What for?” Ethan asked back. “I was under the impression that you weren’t just a brainless beauty, Lindsey, but I’ll have to rethink that if you actually need me to explain this to you.”

“You can’t be serious,” Lindsey said, and shook his head. This was messed up. Ethan, of all people, would have to know that Rupert would kill both of them for this. But… Rupert had dumped him. Maybe Ethan knew that and suddenly figured Lindsey wasn’t off limits anymore, wanted to try him out now that Rupert was finished with him? Well fuck that. He had never been attracted to Ethan, and if he wasn’t going to get anything out of it, there was no way in hell he’d let the guy fuck him.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true. He thought Ethan was hot, of course, sort of reminded him of a less scrupulous version of Rupert, if that was possible, but with all the same charms. Maybe even more charms. And as far as Lindsey was concerned, scruples could be overrated.

And even though he wasn’t Rupert’s anymore, Lindsey was still hoping he would be again, and if that was going to happen he needed to behave himself. Mostly.

“I’m quite serious, boy,” Ethan told him, mouth evening out into a grim line, to prove it. “And I hardly like to be kept waiting.”

“Rupert would kill me. And you,” Lindsey said, and yeah, that was probably not the best argument to use. Again, he should gone with something more along the lines of ‘eat shit, asshole’.

Ethan grinned again. He was very much counting on Rupert getting worked up over this. That was most of the reason for doing it. And he would be angry, that was for certain.

“We’ll just have to make sure he never finds out.”

“Okay,” Lindsey said, not sounding like anything was okay at all. “For years you didn’t even really bother to look at me, expect maybe the occasional ogle, so you could slap Rupert on the back and tell him what a great job he was doing of choosing arm candy. But I saw the way you scowled at me when he wasn’t looking, looked down your nose, like I wasn’t good enough. And I don’t believe for a second that you asked me here to fuck. I’m not your type.”

“No, you’re not,” Ethan agreed. “But you are quite something to look at. And you aren’t good enough. For Rupert or myself. I’ll never understand the sense that man sees in essentially hiring company. Anyone that would sell their body isn’t anyone that I’d consider spending anymore time with than it took to get off.”

“Hey, fuck you!” Lindsey shouted, not able to tell him he was wrong, because yeah, he’d sold his body. At least at first. He’d been selling something considerably more valuable in the past few months.

“Actually, I’m planning to fuck you, as you might have guessed.”

“I can’t,” Lindsey said, then shook his head and tried again. “I don’t want to.”

“Oh come now,” Ethan tutted, and walked across the room to stand next to Lindsey. “At this point it could hardly hurt. He’s left you. Kicked you out on your arse. Don’t you want to get back at him for that? It can be our little secret.” He was leaning closer now, speaking the words almost into Lindsey’s ear, and lifted a hand to touch him, placing it on his shoulder.

He left it drift down his arm, then across his stomach, settling with his palm flat, just above the waist of the younger man’s pants, and took a deep breath in as Lindsey shivered, obviously starting to get turned on, and obviously trying to fight it.

“Or perhaps you want him to find out,” Ethan suggested, and bent his head to place a hard nip to Lindsey’s neck. Lindsey grunted and closed his eyes, balling his hands into fists at his sides, trying hard not to press into the touch. It was going to leave a mark, he knew, a clear imprint of teeth on his smooth, pale skin, and his dick started to harden at the thought. “Want him to know that even if he doesn’t want you anymore, others still very much do, and he made a terrible mistake by leaving you.”

Ethan wasn’t about to lie, to say that he’d suddenly decided he really wanted to shag Lindsey, because honestly it wasn’t that important to him. It was really all about Rupert, and Rupert liked this damnable, insolent boy, more than Ethan thought was probably healthy. But Ethan often had a hard time not indulging his friend, and encouraging things that were very bad for him. Rupert was just being stubborn, trying to soothe his bruised ego by cutting Lindsey off like this.

Rupert needed a little nudge, a little reminder about the way he felt, and when he’d seen what Ethan had been up to with Lindsey, Ethan was guessing that he’d rethink his decision to let the boy go. He had told Ethan to stay away from him, after all, and that was just an invitation to rub his own stupidity in his face, as far as Ethan was concerned.

“No,” Lindsey denied, and it was mostly true. He didn’t want to do anything that would make Rupert even angrier with him, didn’t want to get back at him, didn’t want to have completely meaningless, vacuous sex, just to spite him. He did want him to see what a mistake he’d made though, in letting him go, and damn, Ethan’s hands were distracting.

“No?” Ethan wondered out loud. “Oh, silly boy. Silly, pretty boy. Of course you do. You’re thinking about it even now, I’m sure. Thinking that he’ll find out about us, realise what a stupid mistake he’s made, and take you back. Make you pay, certainly, for being with someone else, even after he ended things, but isn’t that fun as well?”

Ethan slid the hand that wasn’t on Lindsey’s stomach up his back and into his hair, grabbing a tight hold and yanking his head back, lust running through him as Lindsey cried out sharply at the slight pain. He leaned forward again and bit him, this time on his jaw, holding the skin between his teeth and pulling back, stretching it. He held him like that for a few seconds, before closing his teeth tighter, causing Lindsey wince in pain, and letting go. That would mark as well. Wonderful.

“I’m certainly looking forward to my punishment, when Rupert finds out,” he said, and moved one hand to quickly unfasten the top of Lindsey’s jeans, brushing his fingers inside, and across the tip of Lindsey’s very hard cock. Oh, this had been easier than he’d thought. The poor bastard must really love Rupert.

Lindsey sucked in a sharp breath at Ethan’s fingers on his dick, and bucked up against them, unable to stop himself. He tried to remember that he didn’t want this, and he didn’t want to be part of any fucked up games that Ethan was playing with Rupert, but he couldn’t help thinking the man was right, he did want to give Rupert a reason to take him back. And if he couldn’t do that by promising to be good, being sorry for what he’d done, maybe making him jealous would work.

Backwards logic at its best, he knew, because fucking around was what had gotten him dumped to begin with, but he’d never been able to think straight when some hot older man was ordering him around and touching his cock.

Ethan took his hand out of Lindsey’s pants and moved behind him, starting to walk him toward the desk, Lindsey assumed, to bend him over it. But when his dick wasn’t being stroked, and he wasn’t being bitten or touched, but for Ethan’s hand on his back, guiding him, he managed to think a little more clearly. What the hell had Ethan just said? “You…” he started, then stopped when he bumped into the edge of the desk and Ethan grabbed his pants with two hands, on either side of him, and pulled them down just barely enough reveal his ass, sliding a hand over both cheeks.

“I…” Ethan prompted, and Lindsey could hear the amusement in his voice.

“You’re doing this because…” He gasped and groaned as Ethan bent him over roughly, slamming his chest down onto the desk, and slipping two fingers into his crack, running them up and down. “…because you want him, aren’t you?” Ethan wanted Rupert to ‘punish’ him, and by doing this he’d effectively make sure that Lindsey was damaged goods, Rupert’s cock not being the only one ever inside him anymore, and leaving Rupert available for Ethan to pursue.

The fucking bastard. Lindsey started to struggle, tried to stand, but Ethan’s heavy hand on his back, slamming him back down, knocking the wind out of him, kept him still.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Ethan laughed, and plunged the two fingers into Lindsey’s hole, making him cry out in pleasure at the slight burn. “I already have him, little boy. Have for a great number of years, and will continue to for the foreseeable future.”

Lindsey tensed slightly at that, muscles clamping down on Ethan’s fingers, and the older man smiled, added another. “What’s the matter, pretty?” he asked, voice a mockery of concern. “Didn’t know that about daddy? That he and I go back to long before you came into the picture, and will still be together long after you’re gone?”

“I’m not a fuckin’ idiot,” Lindsey groused, and pushed back onto Ethan’s fingers as the man twisted them around slightly, stretching him. Shit, that felt good. Would feel better if it had been Rupert, but Ethan, despite being a total asshole, or perhaps because of it, was damn seductive. And good.

He had known that Rupert had been with Ethan before, that they’d been fucking, on and off, for as long as they’d known each other. But he also knew that Rupert hadn’t been with Ethan in a long time. Not since before he and Rupert had gotten together. Rupert had told him that one day, more than two years ago, when he’d been going out to meet his business partner, and Lindsey had asked. Rupert said that there wasn’t anything going on, and if something started, he’d let Lindsey know about it. And Lindsey had believed him. Still did, no matter what Ethan was saying.

“And you’re not fuckin’ ‘together’,” Lindsey said, and screamed as Ethan added a fourth, dry finger, the friction now entirely unpleasant, but the way they moved together inside him amazing. “I know damn well that he hasn’t fucked you since he’s been with me. Because he wanted me more.”

“Hmmm,” Ethan muttered, non-committal, and unfastened his own pants, taking his erection in hand and placing it at Lindsey’s hole, before he could lose interest. He withdrew his fingers and stabbed forward, in one hard movement, chuckling and bending over to place a kiss to Lindsey’s neck as the younger man screamed and cursed and clenched his hands uselessly against the slick wood of the desk.

“That’s true,” he admitted. “He hasn’t fucked me since he’s been with you.” He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in again, arms moving to cover Lindsey’s with his hands, thrusting into him again and again. It was alright, Ethan thought, good even, but nothing special. Still the boy really was pretty, and though his attitude could use some tweaking, Ethan could sort of understand what Rupert saw in him.

He hadn’t bothered with a condom, pretty sure that anyone Rupert had been fucking would be well taken care of, and therefore safe in that respect, but there was a niggling part of his mind that worried about what Rupert would think about him barebacking the boy. He was the jealous type, no matter what he tried to pretend, and he’d probably think about Ethan each and every time he fucked this lovely boy from now on. He smiled, and hoped so.

“But I’ve fucked him,” Ethan said, in his most seductive voice, straight into Lindsey’s ear. “Just the other day, in fact. Right over this very desk. He even begged me. Did you know he did that?” he asked, slamming into Lindsey harder, again grabbing Lindsey’s hair and turning his head so that he could see his face. “Begged, I mean. Because he does it so prettily. Oh, so sorry, darling,” Ethan said, acting like he’d just though of something, and moving his hand through Lindsey’s hair, messing it up purposefully, as he leant down and placed his lips to Lindsey’s neck, sucking hard.

“Did you think he’d never bottomed before? Silly boy. He loves it. At least he does from me. I think I’m the only one who’s ever given him that pleasure. Still think you’re number one, dear?”

“Fuck you,” Lindsey said again, finding it hard to come up with any better remarks than that. Ethan was fucking him so damn well, hitting his prostate with every third or fourth stroke, and his fuckin’ dick was trapped in his pants, painfully, confined by the rough denim, and he really wanted to reach down to free himself, but Ethan’s hand on one of his arms, his weight pressing down against his back, held him still. He probably knew, the fucker.

Lindsey hadn’t ever thought about Rupert bottoming before, and yeah, he didn’t like to. He knew it had happened, he wasn’t that dumb, and of course it hurt to know that he wasn’t good enough for the privilege, but it was damn hard to hear that Rupert had put out for Ethan, recently.

“If he hadn’t wanted me more,” Lindsey said, rotating his hips, trying to get Ethan even deeper inside, and rub his dick, painful as it was, against the material of his pants, brushing it up against the underside of the desk. He needed something, was being driven closer to the edge, and couldn’t help but beg with his body for more. Ethan already thought he was a dirty whore, so really it didn’t matter what he looked like in front of him at this point.

“Then he’d have been getting his ass tapped this whole time. We both know he wasn’t. So shut the fuck up, and don’t try to sway the facts. Dick.”

“Oh, fuck,” Ethan panted, eyes fluttering as he sped up his thrusts. Damn but the boy had one sweet little arse, and knew how to use it. The way he was wriggling and writhing, trying to swallow Ethan’s cock down with his powerful muscles was doing fantastically amazing things to his neither region. “I completely understand why Rupert loves you so.”

Lindsey froze, hands splayed out on the desk, head wrenched around to look at Ethan. The older man still had his hand in his hair, and it was no doubt messed up beyond fixing, without a comb and some mousse, but he wasn’t worried about that at the moment.

“He… he loves me?” Lindsey asked, hoping it was true, but knowing that Ethan would probably say anything, just to mess with him.

“Figure of speech, lovely,” Ethan assured, and Lindsey shut his eyes, feeling foolish for even thinking anything else. “Although I’m sure he finds your arse heavenly. I’ve experienced very little like it.” It was true. Rupert was still a million times better, but Lindsey did feel pretty good, once he got going. Though he didn’t have much to compare it to. Unlike Rupert, he tended not to have sex with random droves of people.

Lindsey nodded, as if that made sense to him. But he knew Ethan was posturing. Hoped he was. “Yeah, neither has Rupert,” Lindsey said, rotating his hips, gasping and panting and lodging Ethan in deeper.

They were quiet for a another minute, but for soft gasps and grunts, Ethan’s hand leaving Lindsey’s hair so that both hands were covering Lindsey’s forearms, fingernails digging painfully into the flesh, leaving tiny little half moons of red just above his wrists. Ethan wanted to get this over with fairly quickly, not that he wasn’t having a damn good time, but not so quickly that he didn’t mark Lindsey up, nice and good. He wanted to make it damn clear to Rupert, when he showed up, what exactly had been going on between them.

He suctioned his lips to the side of Lindsey’s neck again, gently scraping his teeth over it as he pulled on the skin, sucking blood to the surface, causing a satisfying little bruise to appear. He pulled back and licked his lips, admiring his handiwork, feeling himself getting closer to the edge.

He was just about to reach down to grab Lindsey’s cock, not to free it, just to rub it through his pants, give him that added bit of stimulation to bring him off as well, when his intercom went off, two shot little buzzes, alerting him that his secretary wanted to speak with him. He gripped Lindsey’s arm tighter in his left hand as he reached across his desk with his right, casually hitting a button on his phone, not even bothering to pause in his fucking.

“Yes?” he asked, hardly even a tremor in his voice to give away what he was doing, and Lindsey wondered how that was possible.

“Mr. Rayne, your two fifteen is on his way up,” Dawn’s happy voice said through the line.

“Thank you Dawn,” he said, punching the button again, turning the speaker off. And then to Lindsey, “We don’t have much time.” He sped up his thrusts and moved his hand down to Lindsey’s crotch, base of his palm grazing over the bulge.

It hurt a little, Lindsey’s erection already painfully confined, but it also felt good, like he couldn’t prevent his orgasm if he tried, not that he was.

“Come, dear boy,” Ethan commanded, casually. “I haven’t got all day.”

And Lindsey did, the head of Ethan’s cock brushing over his prostate, hard, his hand rubbing over his tight prick. He shot out half a dozen pulses of jizz, all of them with nowhere to go, so they only ended up soaking into the front of his pants, warm and sticky.

Ethan wasn’t far behind, let go immediately after he felt the dampness under his hand, and Lindsey’s muscles spasming around his cock. Damn, but it felt good.

As soon as he’d finished, he pulled free, shoving his still hard dick back into his pants, smoothing out his clothing, and rolling any remaining tension out of his shoulders. If one didn’t know him extremely well, they’d never know he’d been fucking. Then he took hold of the younger man’s pants and pulled them up, reaching around to fasten them.

Lindsey stood up straight and shrugged Ethan off him, doing his pants up himself, and scowling at the older man. The front of his pants were wet from his orgasm, and he could already feel Ethan’s cum sliding out of his ass. Shit, his pants were gonna be wet there too, soon.

Ethan grinned at him, looking down at his groin appreciatively. “Oh yes,” he said, then looked over the marks on Lindsey’s arms, neck, chin, his mussed up hair, and walked around him, checking to see if there was a stain at his arse. Not yet, but there would be. “You look absolutely wonderful. I daresay Rupert won’t be able to keep his hands off you. You’ll be thanking me.”

“I’ll never thank you for anything,” Lindsey told him. “Besides, Rupert ain’t gonna see me like this.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that,” Ethan smiled, and he couldn’t have asked for better timing as just then there was a knock on his office door. They both turned their attention toward it, and of course the person on the other side didn’t wait for an invitation before opening the door and walking in. Rupert never bothered with silly things being invited. Not with Ethan.

Rupert wasn’t sure what he was expecting, because he knew that he and Ethan didn’t have any business they needed to deal with at the moment, but he wouldn’t have been surprised, given the fantastic sex they’d had a couple of days ago, if his friend was looking for another round. And he wouldn’t really mind, but he thought it was probably a good idea not to be out too often for the next little while, or Wesley was likely to get anxious.

He saw Ethan first, and smiled at him, reaching behind himself to shut the door, and opened his mouth to say hello. As he did though he took in his less than impeccable appearance, not something most people would notice, just a slight flush in his cheeks, rise and fall of his chest not perfectly even, twinkle in his eye just a little too mischievous, and frowned. When he tilted his head, he caught movement out of the corner of his eye, and turned, to find Lindsey standing there.

Lindsey. In Ethan’s office. Lindsey, with visible bite marks, and an atrocious looking hickey (and Rupert had always had tremendous distaste for dreadful looking things), hair even more dishevelled than usual, bloody fucking claw marks on his forearms, and a telltale dark stain over a significant bulge in his pants. In Ethan’s office.

It took a couple of seconds for it to sink in, exactly what he was seeing, because he’d never in a million years have thought these two men would ever do what they’d clearly just done, even after Ethan’s comment about giving Lindsey a try. But the evidence was overwhelming, Lindsey’s guilty not meeting of his eyes, and Ethan’s smug, pleased look, only further proof.

And as it sunk in, he felt a murderous rage, unlike anything he’d ever felt before. He didn’t want to kill Lindsey, not exactly, because he knew first hand how enticing Ethan could be when he had a mind to, and he had no doubt as to who had orchestrated this little scene, but he was by no means happy with him.

It had only been a couple of days since they’d ended things, and he was already here, getting fucked by someone else, by Ethan. Well, he was just going to have to fuck complacence back into the boy, brutally and repeatedly, make him remember just exactly why Rupert was the best lover he’d ever had, and why he shouldn’t even consider letting anyone else anywhere near his arse.

Never mind the fact that Rupert had promised never to see him again.

Lindsey bit his lip, hands desperate for something to do, and ending up placed over his crotch, trying in vain to cover up the cum stain. Based on the daggers Rupert was glaring at him, he was pretty certain his ex-lover was going to kill him. And probably the literal kind of killing.

But then Rupert’s eyes snapped to Ethan, and the smug bastard didn’t even flinch, just raised a calm eyebrow and waited. And Lindsey didn’t know how that was possible, because he would have swallowed his own tongue in his haste to try to apologise and beg forgiveness if Rupert ever looked at him like he was looking at Ethan right then. Ethan was obviously in a hell of a lot more trouble than Lindsey at the moment, and Lindsey thought again of how Ethan had mentioned he was looking forward to this.

As terrified as Lindsey would be if Rupert had been that angry with him, he’d almost have welcomed it, to know that Rupert cared that much.

“Get your whore arse downstairs, Lindsey,” Rupert said, eyes still firmly locked on Ethan’s. “And wait for me in my limo. I need to deal with Ethan right now, but then you and I are going to take a little drive.”

Lindsey blinked, and started for the door, the instinct to obey taking over, until he got the door, and then he paused with his hand on the handle. “But… my car…” he said, stupidly, thinking that he’d driven here, and he didn’t want Rupert taking him anywhere because he’d only have to find his way back here later to get his car.

“Fuck your car, Lindsey,” Rupert insisted, voice low and hard and brooking no argument. “Get in the limo.”

Lindsey nodded, even though Rupert couldn’t see him because he was still staring at Ethan, and left the room, shutting the door behind him and heading downstairs, looking for Rupert’s car. Well, at least Rupert wanted to see him, even it was just to kick his ass, but it was something. And maybe when he had him alone, he could convince him to give him another chance. Maybe he would end up thanking Ethan. Huh.

“I suppose you find this amusing?” Rupert asked Ethan, taking one slow step in his direction.

Ethan shivered involuntarily at the action, Rupert’s hard eyes and tense body forcing a wave of excitement through his body. “More and more, my dear,” he said, letting his eyelids flutter shut, imaging what was to come. He knew Rupert was possessive of the boy, but ultimately he was still just a toy. It wasn’t like Rupert and he would end up living happily ever after, so he could understand his anger to an extent, but couldn’t honestly see this affecting the relationship that he himself had with Rupert.

He couldn’t honestly think of anything that would affect it. What they had was real, level, and that was very hard to come by with someone like Rupert. They played the odd game, of course, like this one Ethan had decided to play today, but for the most part, Rupert was never truly himself as much as he was when he was with Ethan.

They’d been friends a long time, had started fucking before Rupert had gotten his taste for keeping pretty boys as pets. He’d even known Rupert’s fiancée, a decade ago, and had bowed out of the picture gracefully, thinking that she had been good for him, and would have made him very happy, if things hadn’t ended so tragically for them. But that had been a long time ago.

“I thought I told you to stay away from him,” Rupert said, voice still eerily calm, taking yet another step in Ethan’s direction.

Ethan’s eyes had been drifting as he’d thought about the past, but Rupert’s voice snapped him quickly back to the present, face focused on Rupert’s once again. “I was never very good at following direction,” he smirked.

“We’ll see about that,” Rupert said, and closed the remaining distance between them quickly, and before Ethan could even see it coming, he raised his hand and slapped the other man across the face, hard, with the back of his hand, wiping that irritatingly self-assured grin off his face.

“Get on your fucking knees,” Rupert growled, voice finally cracking slightly, giving away at least some of the anger he was feeling.

Ethan took a deep breath and sighed, moaning slightly and did as instructed, gracefully falling to his knees and looking up at Rupert, unable to suppress his smirk. So far this was all going exactly as he’d hoped. Of course, he’d be leaving here soon, back to Lindsey, and that was less fun, but still, as he’d planned.

He loved a dominant Rupert, but wasn’t all that often treated to one. This was something to savour.

Rupert looked down at Ethan, incredibly angry, but also incredibly aroused. Sure, Ethan on his knees was always a pretty sight, but what was really making his dick hard was the thought of what Lindsey looked like, covered in Ethan’s markings, the evidence of their mutual pleasure plastered all over his body. God, but he’d just bet they had been beautiful together.

He snapped his hand forward and caught Ethan’s hair, wrenching his head back painfully, placing a thumb inside his mouth, snaring it behind his teeth, like a fish hook. “Open wide,” he said, and Ethan did his best to open his mouth as wide as he possibly could. “Hmm. You seem very good at following direction to me.”

He twisted Ethan’s head to the side by the thumb in his mouth, then let him go, moving both of his hands to his own pants, unfastening them and taking himself out.

Ethan opened and closed his mouth a few times, shaking off the mild pain. “When it suits me,” Ethan agreed, hand rubbing over his jaw, and his eyes never managed to stop twinkling.

“You’re much too pleased with yourself,” Rupert said, placing a hand to Ethan’s cheek, gently, and turning his face toward his cock. He shoved it inside then, rough and swift, right to the hilt, catching the back of Ethan’s throat and making him gag.

“Fuck my boy, will you?” he asked, obviously not expecting and answer, what with Ethan’s mouth being otherwise occupied. And he was doing a damn good job of sucking for all he was worth, lips and tongue working over Rupert’s cock, even though he must have been in a great deal of discomfort, and not getting much oxygen.

“And rub my nose in it?” He clasped Ethan’s head tightly between his hands, squeezing, digging his nails into his scalp. “You’ll be damn lucky if I don’t beat your arse six ways from Sunday, you arrogant shit.”

Ethan only groaned, a distinct sound of pleasure emanating from his chest, traveling his throat and vibrating around Rupert’s cock.

“Or is that what you want?” Rupert asked, pounding in harder, probably bruising the other man, and only getting more excited. “Do you miss those hard, violent fucks, from when we were younger? Too high on booze and drugs and the rush of a random bar fight to worry about being careful, only needing to take out our leftover aggression on each other.”

Again Ethan groaned, vaguely nodding his head, and swallowing harder around Rupert’s length. Damn, but he loved this, to be forced into submission, to be manhandled and arranged for Rupert’s pleasure, just as much as he loved doing the forcing. It was why they were so perfect together, when the mood struck.

And he did miss the violence of some of their pervious encounters, and wouldn’t mind that sort of thing every once in a while, but as a rule, he was happy with the mild-mannered passion and lust that drove their relationship these days. Or had before Lindsey, at any rate.

“I’d be careful what you wish for, darling,” Rupert said, and pulled free, tossing Ethan’s head back with the hand in his hair, and slamming his open palm forward into Ethan’s face, sharp and fierce, causing the other man to let out a short shout of pain, blood running heavy from his probably broken nose.

Rupert casually moved his hand to his cock then, stroking it quickly, bringing himself to the brink of orgasm, Ethan’s saliva on his cock, and small bit of blood on his hand slicking the way.

“Bloody fuck, Rupert!” Ethan complained, both hands over his face, one pinching the bridge of his nose to stop the bleeding, the other above his lip to catch the dripping blood. “That’s not exactly what I had in mind!”

“Yes,” Rupert said, hand still working quickly over his cock, fingers spreading the fluids around for lubrication. “And when I specifically told you stay away from Lindsey, I hardly had in mind for you to fuck him, and call me over to watch. You went too far, Ethan.”

Ethan made to stand, wanting to get a cloth to see to his nose, but Rupert’s tight grip on his shoulder, forcing him back down, stopped him. “Open wide,” he ordered.

Ethan looked up, taking the hands away from his face, and scowled. “Yes, fine,” he tried to sigh, but ended up wincing at the pain in his face, blood still dripping from his nose. “I get it. But you have to admit, if you’re this upset, you should really rethink your decisions to…”

He was cut off then, Rupert’s free hand once again smacking him. “I said, open wide.”

Ethan opened his mouth, but not what you’d call ‘wide’, and looked at Rupert with fear for the first time in a long time. He desperately hoped he didn’t shove his dick back inside, because his face throbbing like a son of a bitch, the last thing he needed was a hard pubic bone rubbed against his broken nose.

Luckily, Rupert had no interest in that. He just jacked himself to completion, quickly and efficiently, shooting his load all over Ethan’s face, into his eyes, across his cheek, cum mixing with the blood over his lips and chin, and some landing on his tongue.

“Swallow it,” Rupert told him, panting heavily from his release and tilting Ethan’s chin up with one finger, lightly, and looking into his eyes. “Lick your lips. Get it all.”

Ethan did, tasting his own blood mixed with Rupert’s semen, and he closed his eyes in reluctant pleasure, the dull throbbing of his nose nothing compared to the once familiar taste. Fuck, but he was starting to get hard again.

“Back the fuck off, Ethan,” Rupert warned, tucking himself back into his pants and zipping up. “I mean it. He’s mine.”

“You’re welcome,” Ethan said, still somehow managing to sound self-satisfied even with his face all bashed up and an unsatisfied erection tenting his trousers. He tried to stand again, and this time Rupert let him.

“I’m what?” Rupert asked, looking steadily at Ethan, and preparing to strike him again, if he thought his friend needed it. He was seriously pushing his luck today, testing Rupert’s affections and patience. Both were currently in short supply.

“Welcome,” Ethan said, smiling around the word as best he could, teeth covered in blood and cum. “For getting you to admit that you can’t do without the boy.” Rupert would be happier with Lindsey than without him, at least for now. Neither of them was ready to let go yet, and if it ended like it had between them, Rupert would only keep pining, and driving Ethan crazy, for a very long while. He very much didn’t want to deal with that.

“I’m thinking at this particular moment, that I’d do very well without either of you,” Rupert said, watching uncertainty flutter across Ethan’s face, as the other man thought for the first time that day that perhaps he had taken this little stunt too far. He’d never consciously do anything to jeopardise the bizarre sort of non-relationship that he and Rupert had enjoyed, on and off, for two decades. It meant too much to him. Rupert meant too much to him.

Rupert sighed and closed his eyes, gritting his teeth, and hating how soft he was prone to getting at times like these. Ethan deserved to stew, the bastard. “Come here, Ethan,” he said, and when Ethan leaned closer to him, despite being hit three times already in the last few minutes, he placed a soft kiss his nose, breathing out slowly as Ethan hissed at the touch.

“You’ll be paying for this for a long while,” Rupert said, backing up so that the two men were no longer touching.

The corner of Ethan’s mouth turned up the barest bit at that. “I’m counting on it.”

“Get yourself cleaned up,” Rupert said, ignoring that. “I’ll see you soon. Right now, I still have Lindsey to deal with.”

END