Title: Sexuality (28/?)
Pairing: Stephen/Jon
Rating: NC-17
Posted: 1st October
Outline: Jon is proving himself to be the perfect sub, until he turns up late for a meeting with Stephen...
Word Count: 5,194
Notes: I don't normally brag about this, but it contains tie!porn, bondage and a lot of teasing, which caused favabean05 to orgasm whilst reading this, so that's always a good incentive. XD

Thanks to my Creative Consultant for putting her words in Stephen's mouth. =)

Chapter title is from another of the world's sexiest songs, Lullaby by The Cure. Mmmm.

Comment/concrit always welcome!

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The week followed in a similar fashion. Jon would come to see Stephen, or Stephen would go to him, and Stephen would test his sub, to see just how much he wanted things to progress. It was both demanding and slowly paced – to see if Jon was willing to be commanded once more, and if he trusted Stephen yet. So far, nothing had gone wrong, and Stephen couldn't imagine himself prouder.

As he strolled around Jon's home that Tuesday night, pretending to paw through his endless shelves of books or rearrange his CDs or sniff indigently at his DVD collection, Jon was kneeling on the ground, eyes to the floor, silent and obeying. Stephen was very good at ignoring him, but seeing him that willing and that submissive, he was overwhelmed and once again had to lock himself in the bathroom to laugh into his fist, like he had Monday night. Stephen even tested him, turning on Jon's laptop and pretending to go through his folders again. He had been surprised to find no porn of any sort, and with a sad glance his way, he realised he was still keeping to at least some of the rules. Wanting to wrap his arms around him, he had instead sighed loudly, putting on his best smug face.

"Tsk, tsk, Jonathan. You shouldn't keep these sorts of things for anyone to find. You reputation is at stake."

Jon had flinched, if just for a second, but did nothing else. Stephen knew that he kept all his personal files on a memory stick that rarely left his sight. But by the look on Jon's face, so serene and so eager to please, if Stephen asked to see those files, he would say yes. But then maybe he also knew Stephen would never ask that of him, and so was not worried anyway. He made a point to tell Jon he should only do as he asked him to now, and though Jon wanted to be controlled, he shouldn't keep doing as the old rules commanded.

That same night, Stephen had left Jon kneeling as he ate his dinner, wanting to see Jon's reaction, maybe worry that he would not be allowed to eat. But he did not worry, or at least, he hid his worry very well. Stephen couldn't stop grinning as he made a sandwich, and revelled in calling Jon over to the sofa.

"No," Stephen said as Jon went to sit down. "Not yet. I want you to kneel."

"Yes, sir," Jon said, not sounding the slightest bit disappointed. He tended to switch between calling him 'Stephen' or 'sir' and so far, Stephen was unsure which one he preferred. Jon kneeled in front of the sofa, and bowed his head in what was to become his regular submissive pose. Stephen switched on the TV and, tearing off the smallest pieces of the sandwich, fed Jon with his fingers, pretending to have his eyes on the movie. Jon thanked him with every bite.

When he had finished feeding Jon, Stephen took him in his arms and allowed him to curl up next to him on the sofa as they watched the movie together. He fed him chocolate pudding with his finger and Jon couldn't concentrate on the movie - rather, he stared up at him and as he licked and sucked his finger gratefully. Stephen was more than glad to do this for him, and when finished, he stroked his hair and kissed his lover's head, giving him the attention and devotion he deserved. About half an hour later he heard his soft, steady breathing and looked down to see Jon fast asleep.

"Baby?" Stephen asked quietly, and Jon nudged him a little as he slept, trying to find the source of the voice outside of his subconscious. He looked like he really needed rest, and Stephen didn't want to drag him to his bed when he looked so comfortable. So he grabbed the throw from the foot of his bed and draped it over him before he left the apartment, hoping that when he woke up, he would know that he was loved.

On Wednesday, Jon was supposed to be meeting Stephen for lunch, having ordered them what Stephen had requested and heading over to his office for a friendly catch-up. Stephen had started to stipulate if there would be a scene when they met or not, so Jon would be fully informed and not feel like Stephen would spring on him like he had before. This afternoon no scenes were planned, and Stephen looked forward to discussing maybe what Jon wanted to happen between them, or if he had any special requests. Stephen's imagination was all well and good, but he had to ensure Jon was being pleasured too.

The trouble was, Jon was over fifteen minutes late.

Stephen paced his office, finding himself unusually calm for what could be called a grave error. And for someone who was good at pleasing his Master – who, for all his hopeless love, just wanted to do as he was told, he had better be dead or dying to showing such contempt. Not that Stephen minded. In fact, he had been waiting for Jon to make a mistake such as this all week. It meant he had a chance to be creative.

"Sorry, sorry!" Jon called, coming into the room, his arms laden with salad boxes and takeaway cups. "The meeting went on for far too long."

"What meeting?" Stephen asked as casually as he knew how, not wanting to mention it yet – preferring to hear Jon's reason before he did or said anything.

"Oh, the guys wanted to get started on the skit we're doing tomorrow, provided it's still the main story..." he stopped and grinned sheepishly. "I'm really sorry."

"It's fine," he replied, taking his salad and coffee. "I'll just punish you later."

Jon stood there, watching his friend eating his salad, and indeed seeming perfectly good about the whole situation.

"You'll... what?"

"You heard me," Stephen smiled sweetly as he took a seat on the sofa. "You don't think you can get away with keeping me waiting, do you?"

Jon looked taken aback for a moment, but then seemed to accept Stephen's logic with a remarkable ease.

"No, I suppose not."

Stephen patted the seat next to him. "Don't worry, it won't be anything awful..." But he stopped, suddenly not in the mood to tell Jon what he was in for. "Well, hmmm. You'll see."

Jon sat down nervously, watching him eat, obviously unsure of what to make of this turn of events. That last time Stephen had 'punished' him it had been spontaneous, erratic and even a little dangerous. Stephen hoped he understood the idea of it, that disobeying must come with consequences, and hence why he wanted to tell him whilst out of scene, so Jon could question him if he felt uncomfortable. Though he had to admit, Stephen enjoyed watching that puppy-dog worried expression he wore, outlined with good nature and humour.

"Would it help if I said I was sorry?" he tried, picking up his salad but not opening it.

"I know you're sorry," Stephen said, maybe a little too sternly for a casual lunch between friends. "But if you disobey your Master, you have to accept the consequences."

Jon huffed through his nose. "Yeah, I know. So, when...?"

"Soon. Just hush and eat your salad," Stephen grinned. "You'll know when you know."

The only hint he gave to Jon that something was going to happen was a strange request as Jon left to go back to his studio.

"Could you wear that orange and red striped tie tomorrow?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Um... sure."

Stephen was certain, and had expressed his certainty many times, that it was the single ugliest tie of all time. His protests were so loud, Jon had refrained from wearing it, even acted as if he had never picked it out in the first place and it was a freebie from a designer. Stephen merely grinned confidently as Jon was clearly confused but far from wanting to ask what his reasons were. There was no doubt he would do as told – his trust for him getting stronger with every time they met – but it didn't mean he wouldn't be puzzled by the whole thing.

"So, I'll see you tomorrow night?" Stephen asked.

"Yeah, cool," he smiled weakly. "Um, about my punishment?"

"Yeah?"

"Is it going to be..." He sighed and seemed incredibly nervous. "Stephen, I'm not sure..."

"Hey," Stephen said gently and walked over to him. He put his hands on his shoulders, staring into those blue eyes. "You know it's part of the whole thing, right?"

He nodded. "I know."

"And this isn't like before. I'm not punishing you for something you haven't done. You know why you're being punished, and it won't be anything that will make you lose that trust you're putting in me, which I wouldn't dare risk for anything." Stephen kissed Jon's forehead gently. "Okay?"

Jon smiled warmly. "Thank you. I just needed you to tell me that."

"No problem. Don't ever think you can't question what is happening, or if you feel uncomfortable."

They shared a short, albeit passion-filled kiss and Jon held onto Stephen's hand fondly for as long as he could before he had to leave to get back to work. Stephen let out a heart-felt sigh that he would categorically deny ever doing if anyone had heard, and got to thinking about what he could plan for the next session.



Jon arrived on the dot the next night at Stephen's office, and Stephen took his time finishing the page he was reading before closing it, placing it neatly back on his pile of books, straightening his suit and finally strolling over to open the door. He smirked as Jon stood awkwardly, obviously hating the tie he was wearing and nervous as to what being told to wear it meant.

"Nice of you to come when I ask, Jonathan, unlike last time. Come inside."

He slammed the door shut and locked it, before turning to Jon, arms folded.

"Kneel, Jonathan." His sub did as he was told and kneeled before him, eyes to the floor. "No, pet, look at me."

He no longer hated Jon for looking in his eyes, and in fact welcomed it, to find that love, that fear and that submissiveness in them.

"Tell me Jonathan, do you like displeasing me?"

"No, sir," Jon said clearly. "I would do anything to please you."

"You will do whatever I tell you to do," Stephen snapped. He paced the room for a while, just trying to make Jon all the more uneasy. He turned back to him, and Jon was watching him obediently as ever.

"Did you like wearing that tie today, Jonathan?"

"Not really, no," Jon admitted. "But I did it for you."

Stephen grinned. "So sweet. And you've been so good lately, I don't want to punish you too much. Still..."

He grabbed the tie and pulled it, making Jon look up.

"Stand up, Jonathan," he commanded and Jon did so, eyes still on Stephen, showing he wasn't afraid. In fact, he looked more aroused to what may happen tonight than anything else. "Against the door."

And he pushed his sub to the door, hands on his shoulders and making sure he hit it with some force. Not enough to seriously hurt him, but enough so he knew Stephen was in control. Their eyes stayed locked, searching inside the other for their deepest secrets. Jon was the first to blink, as if afraid Stephen would know more than he already did. Stephen grinned at this, and he commanded Jon to remove his jacket as his fingers crept to that ugly tie his lover was currently wearing for him.

"What did people say about the tie, Jonathan?" He tugged it one more time before he reached for his own tie.

"They, uh..." Jon was watching him take off his tie – Stephen being so very careful to be as slow as possible. He was nudging it loose with his fingertips, demonstrating how he'd love touching him instead. Nudge him apart and breach his body. "They said it was hideous. Gross. That I needed to find myself a girlfriend quickly before people found out I have no fashion sense."

"And what did you say in return, pet?"

"I didn't say anything, Stephen," he answered and Stephen knew he was being honest. He didn't even need to ask – Jon never took much notice to any unkind words. The problem was, Stephen discovered, he didn't take any notice of the kind words either.

"Good," Stephen smiled. "Because you look like you're wearing one of Keith Olbermann's rejects, and that's saying something."

Jon grinned without meaning to, and bit his lower lip to stop from laughing out loud.

"You think that's funny?" He leaned close to Jon's ear. "Will it be funny when I tie it around your dick and make you walk home?"

The answer didn't need verbalising as Jon's eyes bulged, which in turn made Stephen grin wildly. He finished undoing the tie and pulled at one end so it came away from his neck in one quick swipe. Quickly, he tied Jon's hands together with it and tried to keep staring into his eyes the whole time. Stephen pulled it tight and Jon moaned softly, ensuring he couldn't wriggle free. Stephen pulled his arms up above his head and hooked the tie onto the coat hook on the door. Jon struggled weakly, as if testing it out.

Stephen leaned close to his ear again. "If this hurts, you will say the safety word and we will stop. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Stephen," Jon said quietly.

"Now," Stephen took a step back to survey his prisoner. "Tell me what you did wrong."

"I was late, Stephen," Jon said. "The guys held me back, they wanted..."

Stephen put his hand over his mouth quickly, pressing against his body, feeling Jon was already getting hard from this particular punishment. "Did I say I wanted excuses?"

He removed his hand just for Jon to say, "No, sir," and placed it back again.

"You should really learn just to say what is required, Jonathan." He was so close to his face, trying to make himself seem as tall as possible, making Jon squirm weakly in his grasp. His eyes were that beautiful shimmering blue from when he was staring too much, the light playing tricks on Stephen that seemed to make them change colour every time he blinked. He could spend a long time staring into those eyes.

"Jonathan, tonight, you will write me a schedule of your week. I want to know where my property is at all times, from when you wake up in the morning to when you go to sleep. I don't just want to own your body – I want to own the air you breathe. Can you do that?"

He didn't remove his hand, so Jon just nodded slowly, his eyes wide.

"Good. And if those plans change, I'm the first person you tell. Got it?"

He nodded again. His breathing was becoming heavier with every command and Stephen loved just how aroused a few simple sharp words made him. He still sometimes forgot that Jon wanted to be controlled by him, and that this was his way of gaining pleasure. He loved it.

Stephen pulled away his hand and Jon panted lightly, eyes closed.

"Eyes on me, Jonathan," Stephen said as he stroked Jon's chest.

"Yes, Stephen, sorry," he gasped and his eyes were back watching his lover as he played with him. Stephen hummed loudly and unbuttoned one of Jon's shirt buttons at his chest. With one roaming hand, he reached inside and pinched Jon's left nipple. Jon cried out and his knees buckled for a second.

"Tonight, you're going to write the schedule with your right hand. With the other, you will pinch your nipple until it hurts. Then you'll swap and pinch the other nipple. You'll do this until it is complete. Got it?"

"Y...yes..." he panted. "God, Stephen..."

"Do you like that, Jonathan?" Stephen asked, and put on a little more pressure.

He nodded numbly. "Yes... God, yes... I love it."

"This is supposed to be a punishment," Stephen said and couldn't help but laugh. Jon nodded numbly, as if he was very much aware of this, but that didn't mean he didn't love it. Stephen let go and Jon sighed and put his head back against the door. As he closed his eyes, Stephen began to untie his tie swiftly. Before Jon could open his eyes and inquire what he was doing, Stephen had pulled it off and was folding it in two. He smirked at the terrible colour patterns, and was glad after tonight, it wouldn't be used again.

"So, how long do you think you can wait?"

"What?" Jon asked dumbly before the length of the tie was shoved between his teeth. Stephen was a mere inch away from his nose as he tied it behind his head. Jon breathed through his nose excitedly, his chest heaving.

"Calm down Jonathan," Stephen said, noticing just how aroused he was. "We haven't even started yet."

And with that, he began to unbuckle Jon's belt, who watched him with intense interest. Stephen saw him watching and, just for the sheer pleasure of hearing him protest, stopped and pulled away. Jon whined and groaned, biting down on the gag, and Stephen knew if he could, he would be fighting back trying to beg for this to continue.

He leaned close to his ear once more.

"I know we promised no sex for now, Jonathan, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Do you agree?"

And Jon nodded desperately, before Stephen could even pull away. He made sure he was honest in his agreement – never wanting to do something Jon regretted – before he grasped Jon's chin gently and rubbed it.

"So eager, pet," he murmured, and looking into those eyes, he almost slipped out of character for a moment, just wanting to take him in his arms and hold him all night. But there would be time for that later.

He removed his hand and began to unzip Jon's fly as painfully slowly as Jon could endure, which was little. He hit the back of his head against the door as Stephen pulled his boxers down just enough to reach the sensitive flesh. Stephen worked the waistline a little further down as he stroked the shaft and gave Jon a one-second warning with a flash of his eyes before he grabbed his balls.

"You shouldn't be so willing," Stephen said smoothly, as Jon shook as he tried to hold defiantly still, making noises that sounded a lot like curses. "I love that you keep to the old rules that cause you suffering. It's... sweet, almost."

Jon shot him an evil look that, if they weren't in scene and he saw that love seeping through, he would have been taken aback.

"This devotion of yours will get back at you one day," Stephen continued and gave a gentle squeeze. Jon groaned and hit his head against the door a few more times. Then, just as Jon seemed to calm down just enough to focus, Stephen dropped to his knees. He was trying to time every action perfectly – ensuring Jon would be going crazy every time he made a move. It worked and his lover was shaking from head to toe as Stephen stroked him gently again and kissed his hipbone.

With every kiss, Jon shuddered like he had just been hit with an electric volt, which only made Stephen grin even more and pause in his task. It had been a long time since he had given a blowjob. A hell of a long time, actually. He had been twenty-two the first and only time he had gone down on a man, and though the results had been, as far as he knew, pleasing, he was still building himself up for this. It wasn't like he was in any rush, anyway.

As Stephen licked a stripe up his penis, Jon groaned loudly, trying, hopelessly to thrust into Stephen's mouth. He earned himself two minutes of waiting for that, and Stephen teased him endlessly with a feather-light touch on his thighs the entire time. He still had a steady grip on Jon's balls, so he was constantly reminded as to who was in control, and when he resumed what he was doing, he made sure his grip was firm. He licked the very tip of the penis, shushing Jon as he whimpered and begged through the wads of material for more. Stephen wondered just how long this could last – what with Jon not masturbating and probably about as horny as he had ever been in his life for not having that luxury – before he wrapped his lips around him and went deep.

The noises Jon was making were what made the experience the most enjoyable. He could listen to him cry out like that all day. Stephen bobbed his head slowly, using his tongue as he moved up and down and when Jon's voice became quiet, he knew he was close and pulled away. There was an honest cry of pain from that, and Stephen now knew he was probably the one who couldn't last – adoring just how much Jon wanted him.

He stood back up, brushed down his suit and, watching those eyes shimmer with tears of desperation, he cupped his chin and soothed him once more.

"I just want to look at you," he murmured, and it was true. He could stare at him for hours, admiring him from all angles and capturing him in his memory. "No wonder you're a sub; you look stunning when you beg."

He couldn't look more like a puppy dog as he watched Stephen cross the room, his eyes round and huge. Stephen leaned back on his desk and folded his arms, just watching Jon writhe and shake, holding back tears.

"Hold still, Jonathan. Just be perfectly still until I say so."

Nodding quickly, he straightened up and tried to take deep, calming breaths. There was something unbelievably satisfying about the scene before him, and it was more than the submission. Probably because Jon had not protested to any of this, and it seemed so right. He watched Jon for exactly ten minutes, as Jon's eyes stayed fixed on the clock on the wall. Just as he seemed to have calmed down, at least enough for his chest to stop heaving, Stephen walked back over to him and pressed up against him, making him excited all over again.

Jon moaned and Stephen leaned close and shushed him. He rested his head on Stephen's shoulder and his body shook, weeping and begging in the only way he could for Stephen to continue. Stephen rocked him gently, stroking his hair and whispering words of love in his ear. He kissed Jon's cheeks and the corners of his eyes to remove the tears before he grabbed a pair of scissors from his desk and carefully cut away the gag.

"Ste... Stephen... please..." he cried as soon as Stephen pulled the tie out of his mouth.

"Ssh..." Stephen said soothingly, stroking his cheek. "How are your hands? Do they hurt?"

He shook his head quickly. "I'm okay. Stephen, please..."

"Hey," Stephen said quickly, soothingly. "No begging yet. I just want to hear your voice when I do this to you."

And with Jon's eyes on his, he pressed himself up to him, making his erection rub against his leg. Jon tensed his entire body and screamed a babble of words. His hands were clenched into fists so tight his knuckles were white and there were deep indents in his palms from his nails.

"You're so beautiful, love," Stephen whispered and kissed Jon fondly. He whimpered and sighed in his mouth and Stephen wrapped his arm around his waist as he seemed about ready to collapse, not wanting him to hang by his hands in case it hurt him. Slowly, he ran his hand down his chest again and reached his erection.

"Tell me if you want this, Jonathan," he said sternly.

"I want this... sweet zombie Jesus, fuck, I want this."

Stephen grinned. "How much?"

"GOD!" Jon moaned, his eyes tightly shut. "I fucking love you. Please, I love you so, so much..."

"You're terrible at begging," he laughed.

"I know, I know!" Jon screamed, hitting his head on the door. "PLEASE!" He was openly sobbing, so Stephen wrapped his arms around him so he could cry in his arms.

"Ssh... ssh, baby. Aww, pet, there's no need to cry..."

"Th–thank you for this," Jon muttered.

"I haven't let you come yet," Stephen chuckled, and he placed his finger and thumb around the base of his dick, to make sure of this. "You have no idea if you're going to come and you're already thanking me? Maybe you don't want to come that much..." And he took a step back.

"NO! Shit, fuck, cunting ass rape, please come back here!" Jon wailed.

Stephen burst out laughing as he moved back towards him. He soon gained composure again as he kissed his face, running his hand down him again, whispering his love for him in his ear.

"You're so beautiful, Jonathan," he wrapped his fingers around his dick and began to pump hard. "There was never a sub so beautiful, so willing, someone who gave themselves so completely, Jonathan. I'm so proud of you, so proud of you... Come now, my pet. Come for me."

Jon's screams were muted, his eyes shut and his face flushed as he spilled into Stephen's hand. Stephen watched him intensely as he saw just what he was doing to him. What he had done to him. Before the scene, he was wondering whether or not he should allow him to come, but now, as the orgasm ripped through his lover, he knew there was no denying him something like that. He wrapped his arm around him and held Jon tightly, welcoming him back to earth with love and comfort. Jon was crying with pleasure, gulping mouthfuls of air and shivering like he had been hit by a cold. His body rested on Stephen's body and he pressed his face into his shoulder, choking out thank yous with every breath.

"Oh baby..." Stephen said softly. "You're so beautiful, pet. So, so beautiful..."

They stayed like that for a good ten minutes, and when Jon's breathing became calm, Stephen cleaned his hands and grabbed the scissors to cut away at the tie tying Jon's hands together. Jon sighed from finally being able to lower his arms, and he shook them to try to restore blood flow. Stephen stopped him gently and guided him to the sofa, where he told Jon to lie down next to him so he could give him the care he deserved.

"God... Stephen..." Jon said quietly. "I think I honestly feared for my life for lack of orgasm. That was..."

Stephen grinned proudly, and picked up on of Jon's limp hands to rub at the red marks surrounding his wrists. "You liked it?"

"I..." Jon paused. "I thought we were going to drown in come."

Stephen burst out laughing. "Now that's a way to die." He kissed the wrist and began to lick the wounds gently, soothing them. Jon sighed happily and rested his head in Stephen's lap. He wriggled out of his trousers to get more comfy and tucked himself back in. Stephen grinned as he watched him. It felt so natural for them to be sitting here like this, and he took his time to ensure his wrists were soothed better. Jon "hmmmed" softly as he did so, eyes watching him at work and being as devoted as ever.

"I meant it, you know," Jon said quietly. Stephen looked at him curiously. "I think I'm falling in love with you again."

Stephen felt speechless for a moment, unsure what to possibly do or say to express his gratitude.

"Oh... don't make me say it again..." Jon moaned in embarrassment, taking his silence as a sign he hadn't actually heard him.

Stephen regained sanity and smiled warmly as he reached down to kiss him gently and sweetly. "You're not. That's the orgasm speaking."

"It's not—"

"I still haven't earned your love," he continued quickly. "But we'll get there. And then you can say it and not regret it for a second."

His lover nodded, seeming satisfied with this. "So, what now?"

"Well, you have to go home and do your task at some point," Stephen grinned. Jon chuckled.

"Oh yeah."

"And when you're done, write me an email telling me how it was."

He nodded. "Okay."

Stephen drew Jon in closer and began to rub his arms in small circles, making sure every muscle was no longer tense. He placed kisses on Jon's sweaty forehead and ran his fingers through his hair, enjoying a peaceful moment between them. Jon reached up to kiss Stephen, but Stephen gently nudged his head back down, wanting him to not so much as move while he cared for him.

"Can I ask you something?" Jon asked, rolling over onto his side to look up into Stephen's eyes.

"Sure," Stephen answered.

"Did you ever do this... uh, or a variation of this, with your wife?"

Stephen looked down at him, surprised. "Why, did you and Tracey...?"

"Ha, um, a little," Jon chuckled. "Only in the sense that she would be on top sometimes. Vanilla stuff like handcuffs now and again. But nothing like this. So...?"

"No. Never," Stephen replied immediately. "In fact, I made a point to not so much as demand sex."

It was true – the life Stephen had with the men he cheated with was as far away from his life with his wife as he could make it. With Evie it had passion, it had spontaneity and it was by all means not the stereotypical married couple's sex life but – and for the first time, Stephen was ready to admit this – it was because Stephen wanted those things that they happened. With the guys he went with, it was meaningless sex and it was planned in advance, both because Stephen wanted that in a D/s relationship and also so he could never grow attached to them. The worst thing he ever did was get close to Kyle, because it meant the truth about his marriage was seeping to the surface. Keeping those two lives separate was how he survived, so he did everything possible not to let her know his real preferences.

As he looked down at Jon, eyes intently focused on him, he knew he did not want either of those lives with him. He didn't want a half-life or lies or just sex. This was too special.


EDIT: fnordine made me a macro to go with this chapter!


Thanks darlin'!