One Rule, No Broken Bones - a ficlet
I was listening to the new Ke$ha album when I had a fun fantasy. So I wrote it while listening to two songs on repeat, then by the end of it it got emotional. So I added Hayley William's to the playlist and this is what I wrote
"One Rule, No Broken Bones"
The two lay on the couch with "Scandal" playing on Netflix.They lay in the police deputy's two story brownstone. The house was theirs for the night as Haley was at a sleepover. Jon lay in a muscle tee and sweat pants against David's stomach. David had given up on Fritz's back and forth with Olivia in favor of watching the way the spellweaver tattoos moved over the muscles of Jon's back. He loved the way the lines slipped in and out of the thin white fabric of his shirt.
"David can you hand me the remote," Jon asked from his abs and David reached to the couch side table and grabbed it.
"Here, finally admit "Game of Thrones" is better, it has wolves!" David bragged and Jon stared at it transfixed. David's brows furrowed as he looked from the remote to his lover's shocked face.
"What?" David asked his voice thick as Jon pushed up on his hands and looked down. Jon followed the the thick lift in David's navy blue sweats to the thick pink tip of his cock peeking out of the blue. It was in perfect contrast with the dark red sweater David wore cause he knew Jon often fell asleep on it. Jon looked up at the handsome olive skinned man he had been secretly meeting for late night hang outs. The usually dark eyes were burning with that ethereal golden glow only Beta Werewolves had.
"Sorry...I know we agreed no sex til after the Full Moon," David grumbled his voice thicker with need as Jon rubbed his wood work calloused thumb over the hard length up to the bright red tip. He watched a fragile string of pre-cum follow his thumb. He brought his thumb to his bearded mouth and sucked it clean. David's golden eyes were watching every move he made, his rosey cheeks and fangs showing the restrain he was keeping.
"Don't tease me, I could tear you apart," David said his voice strange as his inner wolf bled into it causing his voice to deepen and sound guttural to Jon who was mesmerized by seeing the change held back this much.
"You won't." Jon said seriously
"What if I lose control, transform inside you, it could rip you permanently," David grumbled but even as he said the words Jon leaned closer to him. David pressed himself into the pillows and looked away from the handsome bearded man and that perfectly round ass.
"You won't." Jon repeated as he pressed his own pelvis against David's. The tension was taut as he leaned down and kissed the neck of the werewolf. It had been two weeks since he had last been fucked senseless and the need to have David making him forget his own name was so upsetting that he had begun to come over every other day. The closer to the full moon they came, the less they touched. Jon refused to admit that it was bothering him on an emotional level but he missed those warm fingers brushing against his skin. He missed sharing a bed, a breakfast with the man beneath him.
"I'm not gonna be able to say no, can you please get up," David choked out. His human finger nails lay on the soft beige carpet. The bloody sharp thick claws dripped blood onto the thin nails. His hard on and the soft warm man on top of him drowned him in arousal to the point he didn't feel the pain of his claws growing in.
"What if I want to stay?" Jon said against the warm soft cotton sweater and the hard chest beneath.
"Not tonight," David shouted. Jon's eyes widened but he didn't move. He could hear the hammering heartbeat singing to his narcissistic need to have what he wanted.
"No sex then. But I want to be here." Jon said and sat up looking up at the face of the restrained young man beneath him. Russet fur had grown out along that perfect jawline. The eyebrows were wild with thick hairs of many different colors.
"Why? We aren't lovers, we're men who fuck. Why would you want to see what an animal I am," David spat the words at the carpet. Jon swallowed the hurt those words created in him. It was familiar, he had said similar to David the second time they had rutted in a heated moment behind the Linda's Cafe. David had wanted his number and he had refused to give it.
Jon grabbed David's full balls and squeezed hard. David swore loudly and roared at Jon who didn't let up or look afraid. If David wanted to act like a dog, Jon would treat him like one.
"If you can be that vindictive while this Wolffish than clearly you can fuck me so hard I can't walk tomorrow." Jon said and David gripped his arms, the claws digging into the skin and causing blood to pull around the punctures. Jon felt his body go rigid with the pain of the claws intrusion in his skin. It felt the perfect mixing of pain and pleasure to him. He grinded his powerful hips against David's. His shorter thick cock rubbing against David's impressive length through their sweats.
David nodded and Jon released his tortured balls. David let out a shuddered sigh but didn't release the arms he was holding.
"Once I start, I can't stop until I'm satisfied. Do you understand me," David asked his golden eyes searching Jon's for any sign of hesitation.
"One rule, no broken bones," Jon responded and before David could reply Jon smashed his lips against his, kissing and sucking and biting those thin lips and tasting that minty toothpaste he always claimed to hate. He had grown to love it, the flavor of David's mouth always tasted of mint and blood.