Love & Stitches at The Asylum: Part Forty-One
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It was so damned good to have action and a boy he loved—who loved and trusted him—milling about in the loft, breaking up the tension with his energy. Watching Reed, Jared smiled to himself. This was what he’d always envisioned—these moments—all those years ago with Rhodey in their foster home.
In the living room, Reed was pulling out books and looking them over, his shoulder braced against the shelves, He glanced over as Jared approached. “He doesn’t sound too mad, so that’s good. Is Curtis…? Did you hear him?”
“No, I didn’t, but he was there I think.” Resting his weight on the back of the sofa, Jared folded his arms. “I didn’t tell them about the cars. You’ll do that yourself.”
Adding to the little pile he’d made on the edge of one shelf, Reed lowered his gaze and nodded. “Yes, sir. I know it doesn’t mean much, but I really am sorry I reacted that way. And I’ll work really hard to pay for all the damage.”
Nodding, Jared held out his hand to beckon Reed closer, settling him between his knees. “It does mean a great deal, but we will be working on thinking before you act. I will need to see a significant improvement if you’re going to be my sub for the pain and pleasure class. If you behave this way again before then, I will be choosing someone else.”
“I’ll do my best, sir.” Reed pressed his forehead against Jared’s shoulder. “I’m glad you’re still doing the classes. And I don’t want to bring up anything sucky, but… Are things gonna be cool with Quint? We put him on the Board to rep all of us, and I still think he’s the best choice—no way in hell do I wanna do it—but this morning is gonna make things…weird.”
“Of course I’m doing the classes. I made a commitment. Whether others show up or not is up to them and their Doms.” Tucking his fingertips in Reed’s back pockets, Jared tugged him closer to snug their hips together. He spoke casually, though he knew Reed would feel his semi, that had been present ever since their kiss. Light interactions, getting him used to being touched intimately without threat of sexual activity seemed a good first step. “Quint...will be fine. He’s loyal and would never do anything to hurt all of you or the club. He and I have things to work out, but that will come.”
Breaths coming a little faster, Reed relaxed into his hold. “That’s good. I know a lot of other people are gonna hang onto this for a bit, but I’m like…I don’t know, not wanting to hold a grudge, I guess? I like him. And we’ve all lost our cool at some point. This was his turn and I like that it makes him…a bit less perfect, because that was some seriously high standards.”
“It’s interesting to see him the way you subs see him.” Angling his thumb upward, Jared caressed along the waistband of Reed’s jeans. “He is a lovely submissive as long as you’re asking him to have control over something. Or fucking him. The second he decides he needs to take care of someone else, he becomes the Toppiest sub I’ve met. I was half tempted to tell him today he’d be required to take the Dom training, but I need to meet each sub where he is and trust that unless he tells me he’s a switch he desires to be a better submissive.”
Reed lifted his head, brushing his lips along Jared’s neck, then breathing out a laugh as Jared’s beard made contact with the side of his face. “That tickles. I’ve been wondering what it feels like. It makes you look really badass.” He rubbed his cheek against Jared’s beard as though absorbing the sensation. “Sometimes I was…kinda tempted to try it out. Being a switch. But even thinking about it for a few minutes felt weird. Then I needed one of my Doms around to…remind me what felt right. He’s different, though. I can’t imagine needing that for…so long, and not being able to have it. Being in control of the bar for an hour is, like, pushing my limits.”
Clearing his throat, Jared stared unseeingly at the bookshelves beyond Reed’s shoulder. Thinking about what Quint had gone through alone as a merc never failed to make him want to kill Bizzy with his bare hands. Watching the two men together was like watching some even-more-fucked-up version of Stockholm syndrome. Except the absence of the thing was what had created the need for it.
But what do I know?
“If you’re ever interested in assisting with a scene, I’d be happy to Top you into performing for or with another sub.” Leaning back, Jared focused fully on Reed, setting the issues with Quint firmly aside for now. “You might not have an urge to be Dominant, but you might have fun if you were controlled while appearing Dominant in a scene.”
Reed made a thoughtful sound, his dimples denting his cheek with his grin. “I think that could be fun. I like when things are kinda edgy and playing with another sub that way, putting on a show for you, would be all kinds of wicked.”
“Especially if you were clothed and they weren’t?” Lips quirking, Jared responded to the sweet darkness in Reed.
Eyes closed, Reed inhaled slowly. “Mmm, I like that idea. I haven’t worn leather in a long time. Maybe something in a dark red. Really smooth and sexy. I could get all dressed up and get in the headspace. Freak ‘em out a little.”
Which wouldn’t necessarily work with Wren or Jamie, and Matt was off limits. Mind automatically running through their options, Jared chuckled as he hit on Curtis. “No. Definitely not him.” Then sorted through a few more of the Core subs before he met Reed’s gaze. “Who would you choose?”
“Hmm…” Reed skimmed his teeth along Jared’s bottom lip, his eyes sparking with mischief. “I don’t know, sir. Whoever we could catch who’d want to play?”
“Catch, hmm?” Picturing a woods scene, for some pursuit-takedown-capture, Jared shifted his hips as his semi became a full on throb. “If you were the one doing all the touching, do you think Matt would enjoy that?”
Reed sucked in a sharp breath. “Hell yeah. He likes playing a bit rough sometimes. Nothing like…what we do. But wrestling around and stuff, totally. The few times Lawson had us try out pet play, we were like…wolves. Just biting and rolling around and completely wild. That was fun. Not something I’d wanna do all the time, and we’d make really bad tame puppies, but that kinda stuff is a whole experience.”
With a sub who enjoyed harder core play, taming a wild wolf would be a perfect scene. With Matt, however, there were limitations. “Would you enjoy putting a collar on him? Restraining him?” Jared raked his teeth up the tendon along Reed’s neck to the spot where his pulse beat in a flurry just under his skin. “Mounting him to subdue his urge to bite?”
“Fuck… Sorry, that’s just…” Reed groaned, grinding against him and making it clear that all parts of him were still working perfectly fine. “So hot. If he was into it? If you were in charge of everything? Yeah, I’d totally enjoy all of it.”
Allowing Reed to control the pace, Jared kept his hips still, though he wanted nothing more than to meet his boy’s thrusts. The fingers he had in Reed’s pockets curled involuntarily, pulling him closer. “Would you mark him with your scent? While I watched? Telling you to be very careful, because his teeth and claws are sharp, that we needed to break him until he knew there was no escape?” A sharp nip behind Reed’s ear made his pulse jump under Jared’s tongue. “And when he was docile, rage spent, would you take him in hand and give him pleasure for me?”
Head tipped to one side to bare his throat, Reed nodded, practically panting now. “I would. I’d hold him down and make him feel so good, knowing that you were letting us have that. Knowing you were watching and everything I did was because it would please you. Let go of…everything because it’s all yours.”
“And after, when I locked you in that cage with him, to see what he might do to you...still mine. Because I want you to feel him come awake, realize what you’ve done, and turn the tables.” Jared pulled Reed rhythmically against him, not allowing him freedom of movement, but giving him the same pleasure he’d been taking subconsciously. “I would crouch, and watch, and tell you how beautiful you were as he bit into your flesh, spilling your blood in little sips for me. Giving you to him. For my pleasure.”
Reed shuddered, his hand bunching in Jared’s shirt at his side. “I want that. And I didn’t think I’d ever enjoy something like cages, but with him there and all the control taken away, it would be…so perfect. Please…” He bit hard into his bottom lip. “Please, sir. I want it.”
“I want it too... To watch you fight for me in that cage, fight to stay on top, with everything you have.” Growling, Jared curled his fingers into Reed’s ass with a bruising grip, the dry fucking bordering on painful. Sweet pulses of pleasure walked up from his tailbone with each thrust, bringing him so close. Too close. “And losing—” Playing with Reed’s fetish for upside-down control in the ring, Jared nuzzled the point where his neck met his collarbone, biting hard even as he stopped Reed’s thrusting abruptly, holding their hips apart with a firm grip at Reed’s waist. “Losing so Matt’s wolf has you underneath him. His body taking what’s mine. Because I let him.”
Trembling, Reed opened his eyes, gasping in air and seeming caught between the scene Jared had painted for him and reality. He spoke in a whisper, something like amazingment mixed with desperation in his tone. “I need to come so bad it hurts. I haven’t…felt that in a long time. I was so scared I couldn’t anymore.”
Jared kissed, then laved, the spot he’d bitten, suckling the abused skin between his lips to mark Reed so thoroughly, he’d be able to see the evidence of this moment for days. Lifting his head, he brushed a gentle kiss over parted lips, making a soft sound of sympathy. “I am so proud of you, your neediness is so beautiful. I want to keep you this way. If you please me, later, I might allow you to come.”
“Yes, sir.” Reed drew in a shaky breath, holding on to Jared’s shirt like it was a struggle to stand. His small smile, the pink shade along the curve of his cheeks, was an interesting contrast with the strain in his voice. “It’s going to be very, very hard, but…I can do it.”
“Yes. You. Can.” Kissing Reed’s cheeks, Jared ended with a nip to his bottom lip. “You have me so hard I am going to shock anyone who walks into this room with an eyeful. But the entire time...” One side of his mouth kicked up. “I’m going to be picturing painting your lips and tongue, your skin, with my come.”
Reed wet his bottom lip with his tongue, then moved closer to bury his face against the side of Jared’s neck. “I want to feel you everywhere. Thank you for…getting me here. I don’t know what will happen then, but it doesn’t seem so impossible anymore.” He breathed out a laugh. “Though I’m kinda becoming my quad’s blowjob king. It still feels good to make everyone feel good, so that’s something.”
“Mhm...” Tweaking Reed’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, Jared grew serious. “What will happen is that you will be giving control to me. You might or might not orgasm, but that will never be the point of our games. The point is for you to let go, and travel within your submission to wherever that feeling takes you.”
The dimple returned, showing more within the past hour than it had in months. “That…that’s perfect too. It doesn’t feel like…pressure to perform a certain way. I can just give in and nothing else is up to me. Which is…exactly what I need.”
“I will always do my best to give you that. Exactly what you need.” Giving Reed a level look, Jared leaned in. “It might not be what you enjoy, but I will do what’s necessary to ensure your long term health and happiness. Always.” He emphasized the word again, to bring it home. “That includes orgasms and a good smack when you need it. But I am never anything but delighted to call you mine.”
Reed brought his bandaged hand up to his collar, curving his fingers over the tags there. “And I’ll never stop being grateful to be yours, sir. You make the world steadier. And a little darker sometimes. And I love you so damn much.”
Returning the sentiment with a soft kiss, Jared whispered his, “I love you, too, my boy,” against Reed’s lips. He pulled back, glancing at his watch. “Let’s get some cocoa on the stove and see if we can’t make our dicks a little less obvious by focusing on something else for a bit, before your Doms get here.”
“That’s a good idea.” Reed ducked his head, a blush spreading over his cheeks as he tugged on the shorts of the school uniform he still hadn’t changed out of. “It’ll be kinda less convincing to apologize for taking off and kicking car asses if I’m all like, ‘Look, my dick still works! Wanna see?’”
Chuckling despite the gravity of the ‘crime’, Jared gently moved Reed to one side and stood. “Yes. Let’s save the good news for a moment when it can be appreciated...” He pointed toward the kitchen. “How are you with that complicated contraption Noah calls a stove? He just had it delivered. I swear he surfs the internet looking for items from outer space when I’m sleeping.”
Reed approached the stove, studying it with his arms folded over his chest. “I’m not sure, but I bet I can find instructions on YouTube and figure it out.” He unfolded his arms and pulled his phone out of his pocket, the screen looking a bit like it had taken a beating along with the vehicles in the parking lot, a few more cracks in it since this morning. He put it on the counter and tapped at it. “It’s gotta be easier than Matt’s coffee machine. Lawson won’t let me touch that.”
“His coffee machine cost half what this stove did. Which says I don’t know what about either.” Striding from the kitchen, Jared approached Wren’s office door with a sharp knock. “Noah, I’m going to let Reed loose on your stove to make cocoa. This should be interesting.”
The door swung open, Noah’s eyes wide. “Please tell me you’re joking?” Just past him, Jamie and Wren were on the floor, Jamie naked, his ass glowing red. Not blotchy, like the slaps of the spatula had been all over, but not hard. Wren had all his dolls on the floor around them, looking like he was telling Jamie the story behind each one—not for the first time, but there was a strong possibility he didn’t know that. Glancing back at them, Noah’s expression softened. “We were having some fun, then Wren seemed to enjoy having us in here and started showing Jamie everything. I lost track of time, just watching them together.”
“I can see why.” Speaking quietly, Jared stole a kiss, not telling Noah he’d just been making out with Reed. It seemed to bother the man when he did that. “They’re beautiful together.” He glanced over his shoulder. “Yes, Reed is trying to figure out the stove. Lawson, Curtis, and Matt are coming over so we can all watch movies and try out that new paddle.”
Lips quirking, Noah inclined his head. “That sounds like one hell of a plan. It’ll be nice to see him with it. I wasn’t sure how he’d react to that kind of gift from me, but…it went well. Thanks to Blain, I made a good choice for him.”
“It’s been a minute since I’ve seen you all playing at the same time. I might’ve manipulated the situation a little, but we’ll see what happens and what feels comfortable.” Gaze going to Jamie over Noah’s shoulder, Jared stepped back a pace, motioning Noah with him. “I think he’ll be able to take it. Or for his sake, I hope he can, because calling me a ‘fashion failure’ was a severe error in judgment. Along with the door slamming. Brazen, I might add.”
Noah clucked his tongue. “Yes, very brazen. We can’t have our boys behaving like that. If they’re looking for some firm lines, they’ll definitely find them.” Bending down abruptly, Noah scooped up L.D. before he could dart into Wren’s office, the one room in the house he was absolutely forbidden from. Cradling the cat to his chest, Noah stroked between his ears. “Nice try, buster. How about we go get you a treat and you play with your cat tree instead of the things you’re not supposed to?”
“Cat stew.” Muttering loudly enough that Wren would be able to hear Jared’s expression of their in-joke, Jared softly closed the office door.
Seeing the man he loved happy with their family, being able to joke and tease with him and their boys, settled something in Jared. The day had been difficult, but as long as he could make a difference for those he loved…
Right this moment?
Nothing else matters.
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