Do-Over.

Musical Note: Lyrics belong to Nickelback (Awesome freakin’ group), and are simply being borrowed for this b.s. piece of literary work. The lyrics are from Figured You Out from their album The Long Road.

I like your pants around your feet
And I like the dirt that's on your knees
And I like the way you still say please
While you're looking up at me
You're like my favorite damn disease


Pausing with a frown on his sweaty brow David absently reached up to wipe the droplets before they could sting his eyes. Sitting up on the bench he ignored the other people in the gym working out to try to listen more closely to the song playing in the background. He didn’t usually listen to hard rock music, but the beat to this one was raw and seductive in a dark way. The words, if he was hearing them properly, were just about degrading, and yet…

I like the freckles on your chest
And I like the way you like me best
And I like the way you're not impressed
While you put me to the test
I like the white stains on your dress

He couldn’t help but wonder if women around the world had become incensed when they had heard this song? He didn’t think the singer was talking about another man. Most likely it was about a groupie willing to do anything for the chance to be with the singer who obviously seemed to have no respect for her. But that’s the way it was for entertainers and fans. Some fans really did care and just wanted to be acknowledged with a smile and a few words. But there were always others, those that had no self-respect, and would sink to the lowest just to be able to say they owned you for a few meaningless moments. How wrong they are. It was a power trip to many entertainers, having that one person willing to get on their knees and do anything, or anyone to please them.

David sneered, having no love for either the fan who would subject themselves to that kind of crap, or the entertainer who would take advantage of it to prove how big they are. Settling back down on the bench he gripped the steel bar above him, and pressed the weights. He couldn’t imagine making another human being do degrading things for pleasure. He knew some people very much enjoyed little sex games and domination. All the more power to them, but that wasn’t his cup of tea.

After his workout and a shower he got into his car and headed home. He found himself humming that song, and when he saw a music store he parked before it. Going in it took him a while of humming the song, and signing an autograph for the clerk while listening to them fawn about the LOTR movies before he was told it was Nickelback, a Canadian group.

“Quite popular now,” the clerk nodded. She put the CD on, and went through the songs.

“That’s it!” David listened to it. “I’ll take it.” When he was back in his car he put the CD in the player, and found lyrics to the songs. He was reading along, his breath quickening at the words. The song was giving him ideas. Wetting his lips he glanced about, wondering if he could pull it off? He had to. His own happiness depended upon it.


………………….

David and Sean had been lovers for a while now. Always Sean was the one in charge, always David was the one whose needs took a backseat. Not anymore. This time Sean would be the one to bow down and hand over power. If Sean wanted this to continue between them then he’d have to learn to share.

They didn’t live together. Neither wanted to take that domesticated step. Neither did they want to commit to each other. It just went unsaid that fucking around with anyone else wouldn’t exactly be a good thing. Didn’t mean they were exclusive. Sometimes they shared lingering looks, noticed all the little things about each other that sent their hearts racing, but it wasn’t love. Mutual respect and admiration, lust and caring they had plenty of, but not love.

Sean was coming over tonight, and David wanted things to be ready. It had taken several hours, but he was rather pleased with the results. Hopefully after tonight Sean would see that his lover wasn’t just someone there to expend his lust on.

When the familiar knock and called out hello sounded David smiled coldly at his own reflection in the mirror. “Showtime,” he whispered. “Be right out!” he called out loudly. Heading to the kitchen he got out some small trays of food he’d put together.

Sean neared and smiled. “What’s all this?”

“Aphrodisiacs, or so they say,” David told him, setting the trays on the counter.

Sean slipped an arm around the redhead and pressed his hips into the other man’s backside. “You should know by now that I don’t need aphrodisiac help.”

Turning David firmly set Sean back a step. “Tonight is going to be a little bit different.”

Frowning Sean reached to pull the Aussie to him once more. “I’m not hungry.”

David firmly planted a hand in the center of the broad chest before him, keeping distance between them. “If you want to continue to fuck me, Sean, you’ll back off.”

Now the frown was a dark scowl. “How can I fuck you if I’m backed off? What’s this about, David? What kind of tantrum are you throwing now?”

Bristling the redheaded Aussie gritted his teeth. “Tantrum? Because I want to assert myself I’m having a tantrum? It amazes me what a prick you are, Sean.”

“A prick you always enjoyed,” the Brit shot back. “Is it because I’ve been busy and you’re testy because it’s been a while?”

“I’ve got news for you; my world doesn’t revolve around your cock,” David shot, moving past the other man and into the living room.

Startled Sean followed. He’d never before heard David so cold and angry. “Then you won’t mind explaining to me just what the bloody hell is going on here? What’s gotten into you?”

“Nothing of yours,” David returned, and nearly smiled at the shock on Sean’s face. “I’ve decided that it’s my turn.”

“Your turn what?” Sean had no idea how to handle this side of David.

“To be dominant. It’s my turn to be the one on top, and the one in control.”

“I’m not the one in con…”

“You bloody well are, and I’m tired of it, Sean. Turnabout is fair play. If you can give it up someone’s ass you should be able to take it too. It will not always be me who begs, or my needs that are ignored.”

“Now hold on a moment,” Sean spluttered, insulted. “I don’t ignore your needs, and I think of you…”


“When?” demanded the outraged man. “While sucksuck me off or jack me off? I can jack myself off just fine, and as for oral sex you use it to pacify me. I won’t be pacified any longer.”

“Maybe you won’t be with me any longer either.”

“Fine, if that’s how you want it, but it’s pretty sad when you’re too selfish to give due consideration to your lover, be they male or female. Is that why your marriage failed?” It was a definite low blow, he knew it, and yet he did not regret the words slipping past his lips.

Eyes narrowing dangerously Sean shoved his face in the other man’s. “Piss off, you wanker.”

For a tensely charged moment they glared at each other, their angry breathing the only sounds in the room. David suddenly caught Sean’s hair in two fists and held him still as he ground his mouth on the other man’s. Sean grunted, but did not push him away. Despite his anger he grasped David’s hips in the curl of his hands and held their hips mashed together.

With subtle maneuvering as they continued to kiss David led Sean to the bedroom. Ripping open the Brit’s shirt he heard and felt the buttons pop and scatter, but he now had hot bare skin to lightly score with his nails and drawing a deep groan from the other man that rumbled the chest he was raking his nails over. Hurriedly he shoved the shirt off, and worked at Sean’s trousers. When the other man kept trying to undress him he would blatantly push his hands away.

“David…”

“Shhh just let me.” David shoved trousers and boxers down, and pushed Sean onto the bed. Falling atop him he kissed him once more, urging his arms up. David caught Sean’s bottom lip between his teeth, tugged gently, and gave a nip just sharp enough to make the Brit shove him back some with a curse.

“Bloody hell! What are you doing?” demanded Sean, scowling. He was distracted enough that when he felt the cold steel of handcuffs slapping on one wrist he gasped. “David! What the bloody hell are you doing?”

David had one wrist incapacitated so wrestling the other to the other post was no trouble. Scutg ofg off Sean he admired the results. The Brit was trying in vain to dislodge the cuffs. “They won’t break, and I’d hate for you to get hurt.”

“So take them off,” Sean ordered.

“I don’t think so.” David admired the lightly furred male body on the bed. Did Sean not notice the silk sheets? He’d figured scarlet silk would be passionate and a new sensation. After all, sensations were important. “Do you have any idea how fucking hot you look like now?”

The scowl that had been like a thundercloud on his brow eased a fraction, and Sean stopped fighting the bondage of the cuffs. “What will you do to me?”

There was wariness, a touch of nervousness in the other man’s voice, and David smiled reassuringly. “I won’t do anything you hate. I promise.” Slowly he shed his clothes, leaving on his boxers.

Swallowing hard Sean could only lie there, watching David move to the bedside table. When he tried to twist to see a slip on blindfold was put on him so he could see nothing. “Umm… David…”

“Oh for Christ’s sake, Sean, relax. I’m not going to torture you with a hot iron.” David reached for a small group of soft feathers tied together with a small piece of leather, and a jar of dusting powder. The company that had made them was supposedly very reputable. They specialized in gay products.

Blind Sean relied on his hearing, and even then that wasn’t very reliable. The first touch of something tickling and soft at his throat and roaming in no certain path down his torso to his feet had his breathing coming hard, and his heart racing. Whatever it was had an exotic yet fruity scent that made him lick his lips.

“Taste it,” David ordered as he rubbed a fingertip dusted with the powder over Sean’s lips. The power had a fruity taste, and warmed slightly on the tongue. His eyes grew heavy lidded and darker when Sean’s tongue warily came out to lick at his finger, and then the man eagerly leaned his head up to take dig digit deep in his mouth and suckle. “Good, isn’t it? I just covered you with it. Now I’m going to taste you.”

Anticipation when he could not see was a piquant flavor to the lust that was raging inside him. The words were bold and a turn on, and yet David hadn’t touched him yet. Would he, or had he only been teasing? Where would he start? When the bloody hell would he start? What was taking him so… His thoughts fractured at feeling a hot and wet tongue at his navel, slowly moving outward in ever growing circular motions. That wet tongue now moved up and played with his nipples until they were hard nubs, aching with sensitivity after being nipped and pulled at by sharp teeth. Up to his neck, exploring the shell of his ears, and over his jaw to his lips for a hard kiss that did not last long enough, and gave no real satisfaction, but rather only fueled the lust.

David was so enjoying how Sean was arching and twisting underneath him, trying to get closer, hoping for more attention in certain areas. David would pull slightly away, not quite giving Sean what he wanted, preferring to play with him a while longer because he wanted to hear the man beg. Wanted to hear his voice reduced to a whimper and whine. Then, and only then would he give Sean what he wanted. What they both wanted.

Down his legs and to his feet, stroking the underside of his knees and the ticklish ankles. Sean was loudly moaning, spreading his legs in hopes that David’s tongue would travel upwards now, but it didn’t. David moved off the bed, and Sean nearly cursed in frustration. Moments went by, and he wondered if his lover was cruel enough to just leave him there to rot?

David pushed his own boxers down, his erection quivering in need. When Sean’s heels dug into the bed in an effort to lift his pelvis up for attention he looked utterly sexy and delectable. From a nest of dark curls sprang a steely shaft encased in silky flesh, moist at the tip. He knew the feel and taste of that shaft, knew the texture of the pearl of seed that glistened at the tip, and his mouth watered now in hunger for it, but he held back. Not yet. Not yet.

It was driving Sean crazy, the touch and retreat, touch and retreat that David sentenced him to for the next while. A while that seemed like hours he was so frustrated and turned on. None were even near his sexual organs yet. Always close, but never did David touch him there where he so desperately wanted to be touched. “David…” he growled when sharp teeth nipped at his inner thigh, and then moved away to his knee.

“Want something?” the Aussie asked, in what could only be described as a pleasant and clueless voice.

Gritting his teeth Sean tried to ignore that his toes were clenched and digging into the silk sheets, and he was gripping the chains of the cuffs. Sweat was a fine sheen over his whole body, and when he licked his lips he tasted the saltiness of it. “You know what I want.”

“No, I don’t. Why don’t you tell me specifically what you want?” David smiled, seeing his lover swallow and hesitate. “Come on, Sean. You have no qualms at all about telling me what you want to do to me. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“I want you to suck me,” Sean blurted.

“Where? Your toe? Your ear? Your elbow?”

“My cock! For Christ sake, suck my cock!”

David knew he had Sean where he wanted him. “Not yet,” he purred, sliding his body over the straining one on the bed. Full contact nearly had his eyes rolling back into his head, and he let his own moan match the one his lover gave. Sean was eagerly thrusting his hips up against him, trying to get that wonderful friction that would give him pleasure, and perhaps even release. It took restraint, but David kissed the man hard and then moved away.

A growled whimper of frustration escaped Sean, and had his hands been free he would have pounded at the mattress. Ready to spew a vulgar vocal streak at his lover for this unwarranted torture he instead gasped to feel his legs lifted until his knees were pressing into his chest. A probing began at his now opened up anus, and then the blessed fullness of an engorged member sliding deeply inside. David gave no quarter, and Sean was grateful for it. He pounded into him, over and over again, producing grunts and moans and gasps from them both. Sean wanted his hands free. He wanted to grasp his lover by the hair, hold him still for his kiss, and rake at his back in pleasure. But his hands were not free.

White lights with colored pinpoints exploded behind his eyes, and Sean cried out, his body arcing off the bed as he felt the hot spray of his seed shower over his belly and chest to nearly his chin. A few more merciless thrusts from David, and then the Aussie jerked and shouted, shuddering, and then collapsed over Sean while easing the man’s legs off his shoulders.

“Un-cuff me?” His voice was hoarse and raw.

David whipped the blindfold off instead, and kissed Sean. No longer in anger, but in the spirit of afterglow. “Not yet. We have a long night ahead of us.”

“I’ll never survive,” Sean sighed.

“I’ll make sure you do. I plan on being in control like this a little more often so you have to survive.”

“I never knew you were into bondage.”

David rolled off him, smiling tiredly. “I didn’t know either.”

“I figured you out,” Sean stated. “Only now, but I have.”

“Really? What did you figure out?”

“You’re not so sweet and meek, and never to underestimate you again.”

Pride swelled David’s chest, and smugness tinted his smile.