Joe was a sweet kisser. He had a lovely mouth, soft and accommodating. Eager. His beard tickled Nicky's cheeks when he pressed in closer. He squirmed in Nicky's lap, just enough to toe the edge of disobedience, and Nicky wanted it to an embarrassing degree.
He'd thought it was money well spent.
Half of this was a favor for a friend. The club was hosting an auction for a charity with a solid purpose, with Andy spearheading the project. Promoting small business in food deserts was important, but Nicky had mostly been there to make sure Quynh didn't get bought by anyone she didn't like, without bloody knuckles. Then when she'd traipsed off with a careless wave and the certainty she wouldn't be sitting down easy the next day, Nicky let himself have fun.
And Joe was fun.
He'd seen him around the club once or twice, asked him to get a drink. He knew the man who put that silver chain around his throat by sight if not name, but they'd made proper introductions earlier that night. They'd gone over what could and couldn't be done. Like pulling Joe's hair, and Nicky did just that, forcing his head back.
He was rewarded with a full-body shudder, and Joe pawed at him, grabbing at his arm before pulling back, remembering not to touch. He was so keyed up from just a little kissing. Keane was a lucky man.
Nicky was going to make sure that when he returned him, that Joe was always going to have something to compare Keane too.
"Pretty thing." He murmured. "You look so good on your knees. Calm down, I'm going to take good care of you, I promise."
Joe gave a jerking nod, eyes already glassy. He fidgeted, nervous or excited, maybe a little bit of both. It was difficult to tell, but Nicky knew that after putting Joe through his paces, he'd be able to relax. Subs needed a firm hand, they always felt better knowing that there was someone there who could take control.
"You trust me, right?" He said softly and was rewarded with another quick nod. "Good boy." Nicky ran his hands down from Joe's curls, following the length of his spine. It was a shame he wouldn't be able to bruise, but it would be bad form to mark someone else's toy when he was just borrowing him. "Tell me what you need, pretty thing."
"You." A single word breathed around an exhale. There were no wrong answers, but this was an especially good one. He hoped Joe was a talker. He had a voice as nice as the rest of him, and Nicky thought he'd like the way his name fit in Joe's mouth. Or sir.
Nicky kissed the apple of his cheek, then the warm patch of skin just beneath his ear. His fingers slipped along the waistband of his shorts.
"Where?"
Another ragged sound, and Joe was flushed red, worrying his lower lip in a way that was distinctly distracting. His eyes flitted over Nicky's face, then darted somewhere over his shoulder, but Joe took his hand, tried to press it into his lap. There might have been some wrong answers.
He squeezed Joe through his shorts, not even hard yet. "I asked you a question."
Joe gave a soft groan, responding so quickly to Nicky's touch. He leaned forward, fighting with himself to be good and stay still when all he wanted to do was plead for more. Nicky smiled. Such a sensitive man if it took so little to rile him up.
"H-here." Joe stuttered as Nicky stroked him hard through the fabric of his shorts.
"Here, sir." He corrected and Joe was quick to bow his head.
"Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir." He babbled. It didn't take much until he was tenting his shorts, already leaving a small wet stain against the front.
"That's more like it. If you're going to be so disrespectful, I'll have to teach you your place."
"Yes, sir."
He couldn't stop watching Nicky's hands. Nicky flicked him through the leather, just to make him twitch and hiss, and he wanted to spend every hour of this weekend making Joe sound like that. Joe's hand went to Nicky's wrist, and stopped before he could actually make contact.
Nicky waited a beat, gave him a chance to relax, but Joe wouldn't move. Wouldn't look his way. He brought his other hand down to palm the soft swell of his ass, working him over. "Are you still with me, Joe?"
"Yes, yes sir." Answered like a snap. Joe's breathing was very measured.
"Like this?" Nicky goaded, hands moved between his cheeks, pressing into the cleft of his ass, but the fabric was too tight to give. He'd been delighted when he'd found Joe poured into them the first time he entered their hotel room.
"I want it, sir." He couldn't immediately tell, with the thickness of Joe's beard, but he was gritting his teeth like he wanted them to break.
Nicky slowed down.
"I'm not going to hurt you unless you want me to hurt you." He said calmly, but something flickered in Joe's eyes. Anticipation? Fear? A little bit of fear only heightened the game, but there were rules and boundaries. Any good player knew how to respect them.
"I want it, sir." Joe repeated a little too quickly and Nicky frowned.
Something felt off and Nicky always trusted his gut. He would never want to break a piece of art, especially one that had been entrusted to his hands. He coaxed Joe closer, caressing his hands down his pet's body to try and sooth him.
"We don't have to do anything you don't want to. You get to tell me if something is too much and I'll stop. Do you understand?"
"I want it, I'm ready!" Joe seemed almost panicked, flinching under Nicky's touch as he finally remembered. "Sir. I'm sorry."
"Hey. It's okay. It's alright." Nicky glanced between them, to where Joe's hand fisted into the hotel's expensive sheets, and he'd wanted that but not like this. “Joe, look at me-“
Another nod, barely present, and Nicky’s stomach churned.
"Hey, red." It was little more than a whisper, but he watched as tension drained out of Joe's shoulders. It took the sting out of feeling so wrong footed.
Nicky pulled away first, and Joe shuffled onto the bed, staring intently at the opposite wall. He wanted to pace, but contented himself with digging one of the extremely plush bathrobes out of the closet. He'd sort of hoped they'd get a chance to use the fancy tub.
There was a tap on his shoulder. Nicky did not scream, but when he turned, Joe was holding out a water bottle like an olive branch. He wore a towel like a shawl and it did very little to hide him, but Nicky felt a pang of regret all the same.
"Are you okay?" Joe asked, brows furrowed in concern.
"I should be the one asking you that." He took the water bottle and offered Joe a smile, but the other man looked away, busying himself with something inconsequential. Nicky couldn't help but look at him, taking in the line of his body. It was a real shame, he'd love to unwrap the towel around him like unwrapping a gift, it was altogether too tempting.
"Yes. I'm sorry, I should have been better. All that money you wasted, I-. I am ready when you want me."
Joe didn't look at Nicky who sighed and set the water bottle aside. "You're not and it's okay. I'm not going to force you into anything, it's only good if you want this to and, well...do you want this? Honestly."
Joe looked strained, and even as he answered yes, Nicky didn't think he could believe him. He took a drink to keep himself from reaching out.
"What happened, Joe?" As far as Nicky knew, they weren't doing anything Joe hadn't done before. He didn't like this. Everything was supposed to end when the scene did. Joe still held himself like he was expecting them to come to blows. "I don't want to be with someone who'd make me into something I'm not."
Joe winced, fidgeting with the end of his towel before he leaned against the wall and scrubbed a hand over his face.
"I haven't done this before." He said, with more bitterness than Nicky expected. "With a different- anyone different. Keane was looking forward to hearing about it."
"But you weren't?"
Joe stayed silent and Nicky mentally cursed Keane. How could he bring someone unwilling to share? If he was so callous with his own sub like this in the open, what did he do behind closed doors?
"Does he often ask you to do things you don't want to do?"
Joe kept his head turned to the side, but the answer was written in him clear as day. Anger turned to fury.
"You don't have to go back to him if you don't want to. No one has the right to force you into anything. If you need a place to stay or someone to support you, I will help you."
"You don't even know me."
"No, but that doesn't change the offer. If you want to walk away from him, I'll make sure he never touches you again."
"He's not like that-" Joe protested, but stopped himself, scrubbing a hand over his face. After a moment, he moved back to the bed, head hanging between his shoulders.
Nicky watched him for a long time before he reached for his phone. He found some semblance of privacy on the balcony, and the call itself happened quick enough. Andy was an old friend, and she'd organized this whole event. They'd specific rules about this for a reason. Keane wouldn’t be allowed anywhere near the club ever again.
By the time he came back, Joe had taken off his necklace. It sat in a heap on the bedside table. Other than that, he hadn't moved, and Nicky felt something twist in his gut. Fuck, Keane.
He sat beside Joe, not touching, not crossing any of those lines, but close enough to try and offer some comfort. "I'm sorry."
"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come here. I put you in a terrible position."
Nicky held up his hand and hushed up. "I'm glad I could help and honestly, there's worse things than spending an evening with a handsome guy." He gave Joe a wry smile. "We could order room service and splurge for movies? A safe night, no pressure."
It won him a laugh and Nicky couldn't help but think of how nice that sounded. "You're serious? All that money and you want to buy me an expensive dinner and a movie?"
"Why not? I could use the company if you're up for it and you seem like a nice guy. Maybe it'll be like a date."
"Except I'm a sure thing." Joe said, and waggled his eyebrows in the most ridiculous way, and Nicky laughed like it had been punched out of him. He didn't know then that Joe's terrible sense of humor was just as dry and just as ridiculous as his own, but after he ordered too much from Room Service and settled into bed, Joe picked a movie and pressed along his side. All Nicky had to do was raise his arm. Joe fit beneath it with too much ease.
Fill: BUYER'S REMORSE (Nicky/Joe, bdsm slave auction) pt. 1
https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/4011.html?thread=1208235#cmt1208235
With Sub!Joe, and Dom!Nicky.
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Joe was a sweet kisser. He had a lovely mouth, soft and accommodating. Eager. His beard tickled Nicky's cheeks when he pressed in closer. He squirmed in Nicky's lap, just enough to toe the edge of disobedience, and Nicky wanted it to an embarrassing degree.
He'd thought it was money well spent.
Half of this was a favor for a friend. The club was hosting an auction for a charity with a solid purpose, with Andy spearheading the project. Promoting small business in food deserts was important, but Nicky had mostly been there to make sure Quynh didn't get bought by anyone she didn't like, without bloody knuckles. Then when she'd traipsed off with a careless wave and the certainty she wouldn't be sitting down easy the next day, Nicky let himself have fun.
And Joe was fun.
He'd seen him around the club once or twice, asked him to get a drink. He knew the man who put that silver chain around his throat by sight if not name, but they'd made proper introductions earlier that night. They'd gone over what could and couldn't be done. Like pulling Joe's hair, and Nicky did just that, forcing his head back.
He was rewarded with a full-body shudder, and Joe pawed at him, grabbing at his arm before pulling back, remembering not to touch. He was so keyed up from just a little kissing. Keane was a lucky man.
Nicky was going to make sure that when he returned him, that Joe was always going to have something to compare Keane too.
"Pretty thing." He murmured. "You look so good on your knees. Calm down, I'm going to take good care of you, I promise."
Joe gave a jerking nod, eyes already glassy. He fidgeted, nervous or excited, maybe a little bit of both. It was difficult to tell, but Nicky knew that after putting Joe through his paces, he'd be able to relax. Subs needed a firm hand, they always felt better knowing that there was someone there who could take control.
"You trust me, right?" He said softly and was rewarded with another quick nod. "Good boy." Nicky ran his hands down from Joe's curls, following the length of his spine. It was a shame he wouldn't be able to bruise, but it would be bad form to mark someone else's toy when he was just borrowing him. "Tell me what you need, pretty thing."
"You." A single word breathed around an exhale. There were no wrong answers, but this was an especially good one. He hoped Joe was a talker. He had a voice as nice as the rest of him, and Nicky thought he'd like the way his name fit in Joe's mouth. Or sir.
Nicky kissed the apple of his cheek, then the warm patch of skin just beneath his ear. His fingers slipped along the waistband of his shorts.
"Where?"
Another ragged sound, and Joe was flushed red, worrying his lower lip in a way that was distinctly distracting. His eyes flitted over Nicky's face, then darted somewhere over his shoulder, but Joe took his hand, tried to press it into his lap. There might have been some wrong answers.
He squeezed Joe through his shorts, not even hard yet. "I asked you a question."
Joe gave a soft groan, responding so quickly to Nicky's touch. He leaned forward, fighting with himself to be good and stay still when all he wanted to do was plead for more. Nicky smiled. Such a sensitive man if it took so little to rile him up.
"H-here." Joe stuttered as Nicky stroked him hard through the fabric of his shorts.
"Here, sir." He corrected and Joe was quick to bow his head.
"Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir." He babbled. It didn't take much until he was tenting his shorts, already leaving a small wet stain against the front.
"That's more like it. If you're going to be so disrespectful, I'll have to teach you your place."
"Yes, sir."
He couldn't stop watching Nicky's hands. Nicky flicked him through the leather, just to make him twitch and hiss, and he wanted to spend every hour of this weekend making Joe sound like that. Joe's hand went to Nicky's wrist, and stopped before he could actually make contact.
Nicky waited a beat, gave him a chance to relax, but Joe wouldn't move. Wouldn't look his way. He brought his other hand down to palm the soft swell of his ass, working him over. "Are you still with me, Joe?"
"Yes, yes sir." Answered like a snap. Joe's breathing was very measured.
"Like this?" Nicky goaded, hands moved between his cheeks, pressing into the cleft of his ass, but the fabric was too tight to give. He'd been delighted when he'd found Joe poured into them the first time he entered their hotel room.
"I want it, sir." He couldn't immediately tell, with the thickness of Joe's beard, but he was gritting his teeth like he wanted them to break.
Nicky slowed down.
"I'm not going to hurt you unless you want me to hurt you." He said calmly, but something flickered in Joe's eyes. Anticipation? Fear? A little bit of fear only heightened the game, but there were rules and boundaries. Any good player knew how to respect them.
"I want it, sir." Joe repeated a little too quickly and Nicky frowned.
Something felt off and Nicky always trusted his gut. He would never want to break a piece of art, especially one that had been entrusted to his hands. He coaxed Joe closer, caressing his hands down his pet's body to try and sooth him.
"We don't have to do anything you don't want to. You get to tell me if something is too much and I'll stop. Do you understand?"
"I want it, I'm ready!" Joe seemed almost panicked, flinching under Nicky's touch as he finally remembered. "Sir. I'm sorry."
"Hey. It's okay. It's alright." Nicky glanced between them, to where Joe's hand fisted into the hotel's expensive sheets, and he'd wanted that but not like this. “Joe, look at me-“
Another nod, barely present, and Nicky’s stomach churned.
"Hey, red." It was little more than a whisper, but he watched as tension drained out of Joe's shoulders. It took the sting out of feeling so wrong footed.
Nicky pulled away first, and Joe shuffled onto the bed, staring intently at the opposite wall. He wanted to pace, but contented himself with digging one of the extremely plush bathrobes out of the closet. He'd sort of hoped they'd get a chance to use the fancy tub.
There was a tap on his shoulder. Nicky did not scream, but when he turned, Joe was holding out a water bottle like an olive branch. He wore a towel like a shawl and it did very little to hide him, but Nicky felt a pang of regret all the same.
"Are you okay?" Joe asked, brows furrowed in concern.
"I should be the one asking you that." He took the water bottle and offered Joe a smile, but the other man looked away, busying himself with something inconsequential. Nicky couldn't help but look at him, taking in the line of his body. It was a real shame, he'd love to unwrap the towel around him like unwrapping a gift, it was altogether too tempting.
"Yes. I'm sorry, I should have been better. All that money you wasted, I-. I am ready when you want me."
Joe didn't look at Nicky who sighed and set the water bottle aside. "You're not and it's okay. I'm not going to force you into anything, it's only good if you want this to and, well...do you want this? Honestly."
Joe looked strained, and even as he answered yes, Nicky didn't think he could believe him. He took a drink to keep himself from reaching out.
"What happened, Joe?" As far as Nicky knew, they weren't doing anything Joe hadn't done before. He didn't like this. Everything was supposed to end when the scene did. Joe still held himself like he was expecting them to come to blows. "I don't want to be with someone who'd make me into something I'm not."
Joe winced, fidgeting with the end of his towel before he leaned against the wall and scrubbed a hand over his face.
"I haven't done this before." He said, with more bitterness than Nicky expected. "With a different- anyone different. Keane was looking forward to hearing about it."
"But you weren't?"
Joe stayed silent and Nicky mentally cursed Keane. How could he bring someone unwilling to share? If he was so callous with his own sub like this in the open, what did he do behind closed doors?
"Does he often ask you to do things you don't want to do?"
Joe kept his head turned to the side, but the answer was written in him clear as day. Anger turned to fury.
"You don't have to go back to him if you don't want to. No one has the right to force you into anything. If you need a place to stay or someone to support you, I will help you."
"You don't even know me."
"No, but that doesn't change the offer. If you want to walk away from him, I'll make sure he never touches you again."
"He's not like that-" Joe protested, but stopped himself, scrubbing a hand over his face. After a moment, he moved back to the bed, head hanging between his shoulders.
Nicky watched him for a long time before he reached for his phone. He found some semblance of privacy on the balcony, and the call itself happened quick enough. Andy was an old friend, and she'd organized this whole event. They'd specific rules about this for a reason. Keane wouldn’t be allowed anywhere near the club ever again.
By the time he came back, Joe had taken off his necklace. It sat in a heap on the bedside table. Other than that, he hadn't moved, and Nicky felt something twist in his gut. Fuck, Keane.
He sat beside Joe, not touching, not crossing any of those lines, but close enough to try and offer some comfort. "I'm sorry."
"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come here. I put you in a terrible position."
Nicky held up his hand and hushed up. "I'm glad I could help and honestly, there's worse things than spending an evening with a handsome guy." He gave Joe a wry smile. "We could order room service and splurge for movies? A safe night, no pressure."
It won him a laugh and Nicky couldn't help but think of how nice that sounded. "You're serious? All that money and you want to buy me an expensive dinner and a movie?"
"Why not? I could use the company if you're up for it and you seem like a nice guy. Maybe it'll be like a date."
"Except I'm a sure thing." Joe said, and waggled his eyebrows in the most ridiculous way, and Nicky laughed like it had been punched out of him. He didn't know then that Joe's terrible sense of humor was just as dry and just as ridiculous as his own, but after he ordered too much from Room Service and settled into bed, Joe picked a movie and pressed along his side. All Nicky had to do was raise his arm. Joe fit beneath it with too much ease.
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