Promises and Punishment
It was mind-numbing, all the pushing and pulling and questions and flashes. The only thing that made it bearable was the champagne. Good stuff, too. Sean couldn�t even remember what city they were in; there�d been so many premiers so close together. He couldn�t believe the reception Fellowship had been met with. They�d had some inkling from the buzz around the internet, but nothing had prepared them for the sheer insanity that met them at each city.
The younger lads were fair bouncing with adrenaline from the madness that was the after-show reception. Looking at the hobbits and elf, Sean felt downright stodgy in his suit. Orlando could near blind someone with his getup, Dom and Elijah were desperately trying to appear hip and cool, but Billy�yeah. Billy had gone for the casual look this time. Scottish casual, anyway. Baggy wool sweater, hiking boots, pushed down socks�and the kilt.
Christ, the kilt. Sean felt a twitch in his pants just looking at it swaying slightly as Billy horsed around with Orlando, taking the piss with Dom and Elijah. If only Billy hadn�t been running late that evening, Sean might�ve been able to do something about the urgent heat between his legs. But, no, the little twat had been pissing about on the phone with Dom, who�d been in a right panic over what to wear to the premier. Completely oblivious to Sean�s reaction to the kilt. Bullocks.
Placing his empty flute onto a passing tray, Sean snagged another glass and took a swallow. His eyes narrowed dangerously as he watched Billy hanging all over Orlando, laughing and touching. Elijah reached for the hem of Billy�s kilt and bent his head down to take a peek. Orlando swatted the back of the younger man�s head as Billy yanked the wool fabric from Elijah�s fingers with mock indignation.
The four young men were terrible flirts. It was no wonder rumors flew around the net as fast as people could type them. But standing in a corner, alone and horny, Sean slowly seethed. Although he knew where Billy�s affections lay, he couldn�t help feeling the stab of jealously as he watched the foursome. Billy would be punished for his sincere lack of consideration, not to mention that kiss the shameless flirt just gave Dom, or his name wasn�t Sean Bean.
The night slowly came to an end. Well, Sean finally dragged Billy out to the limo they�d been given for the occasion, amid shouts of farewell from their castmates. The ones still sober enough to notice their leaving at any rate. Sean hustled Billy into the car and slid into the seat beside him, shutting the door.
Once the driver had been given his instructions to drive them back to the hotel and the privacy partition had slid into place, Billy smiled wickedly and slid a hand over the bulge in Sean�s pants. Returning the smile, though not for the reason Billy suspected, Sean placed his hand over Billy�s smaller one. And removed it from his crotch.
Brows wrinkling in endearing puzzlement, Billy shifted in his seat. �What�s wrong, Sean?�
�Did you miss me this evening, Billy?�
Sean could see the worried expression flash across Billy�s sharp features and he nearly laughed when Billy began to stammer an apology. �I�m sorry, Sean. We just got excited and Dom got me laughing and there was so much champagne and Elijah kept trying to look up my kilt and I didn�t realize the time and I�m really, really sorry. You know I love you, don�t you?�
�Hm, I wonder.� Sean relented a bit at the look of utter devastation on the younger man�s face. �I know you love me, Billy, but I really don�t enjoy spending a celebratory evening standing around like a twit while my boyfriend laughs it up with his mates. I don�t begrudge you time with the boys, but I do expect you to put in an appearance at my side periodically. I�d like to share these special moments with you, you know.�
Sean could practically feel the shame and remorse radiating from the forlorn small figure slumped in the seat next to him, but couldn�t let this slide. If he did, he�d end up all alone at the next premier, just as he had the last two. Besides, it had been a while since he�d had a reason to punish Billy. He had a feeling they were both anticipating what was to come. No pun intended.
He knew Billy dreaded the actual punishment�it did hurt after all�but craved the forgiveness and tenderness that came afterward. Sean suspected Billy didn�t really understand his own motivations; he just knew what he liked.
Knowing Billy was upset and uncertain at the moment, Sean reached over and took one small hand in his own to give it a gentle squeeze. �We discussed this last time, my Pip. You know what I said would happen if I spent another premier alone.�
Squirming uncomfortably on the leather seat, Billy raised red-rimmed green eyes and shot Sean a pleading look. �Do we have to, Sean? I won�t do it again, I promise. I hate it when you�re upset with me.�
�I know you are, little hobbit.� Sean released Billy�s hand to reach across the younger man�s shoulders and pull him to his side. �You�ll feel much better when it�s all over, I promise. Now, no more about it until we get to the hotel.�
The rest of the trip was too long in Sean�s opinion, though he rather suspected it was too short to Billy, but they finally pulled up outside the hotel. Sean tipped the driver and led Billy inside. He held his lover�s hand all the way up to their suite, to offer a bit of reassurance. Shutting the door and turning the lock, Sean gave Billy a nudge.
�I�ll meet you in the bedroom, Billy.�
Sighing as Billy disappeared around the corner, Sean dropped the keycard onto the hall table. He hung his jacket in the cloak closet and headed for the small kitchen to get a glass of water. He downed two glasses himself then filled one for Billy. If they were lucky, they�d avoid hangovers.
When Sean walked into the bedroom, he almost smiled. Billy had removed his boots, sporran and sweater and now stood next to the bed in kilt, socks and t-shirt, shuffling nervously from foot to foot. Sean handed him the glass of water, ordering him to drain it. When the glass was empty, Billy handed it back and plucked at the pleats in his kilt.
�Are you sure we have to do this, Sean? I�ve learned my lesson. I swear it.�
Pulling his young lover to his chest, Sean rested a cheek in Billy�s ginger hair, spiky still with the gel he�d used earlier that evening. �You don�t really want me to let this go, as if I didn�t care, do you? Not keep my promises?�
�No.� The plaintive answer was muffled by Sean�s dress shirt, but he could clearly hear Billy�s distress at his own behavior.
Pushing Billy away from him, Sean leaned down to kiss him gently. Running a finger over the younger man�s bow-shaped upper lip, he smiled reassuringly then nudged Billy around the end of the bed to the corner near the bathroom. �I want you to stand here, while I go run a little errand, and think about your behavior.�
This was a new addition to their routine and Sean could see the puzzled surprise on Billy�s face as he looked back over his shoulder. �Are you serious?�
�Yes, Billy, I am. You�re still a bit pissed. I want you sober so you�ll properly appreciate your punishment.�
Billy squirmed where he stood, but didn�t argue further. Sean kissed the top of his head and left him to his thoughts. Heading back to the hall, Sean grabbed the keycard and want back downstairs to the lobby. A little wandering around found the gift shop he was looking for.
Every hotel in the world seemed to have the same cheesy gift shops. Heading straight for the cheap toys and other bright oddments for children, Sean scanned the shelves. Ah, there it was. He knew they�d have one. Grabbing one from the shelf with a wicked grin, he took it to the cashier to pay for it.
Sean wanted nothing more than to hurry back to the room, but wanted to give Billy at least half an hour to sober up. Taking a seat in the lobby, he tapped the plastic bag against his leg impatiently, watching people come and go. Time seemed to crawl, though his constant glances at his watch probably didn�t help.
He�d waited nearly forty minutes when his patience finally wore out. The wait for the elevator took forever, but he was finally walking through the door to their suite. Once again locking the door and dropping the keycard on the table, Sean smiled. He took his prize from the bag and ripped the plastic from it, dropping the rubbish into the bin.
When Sean walked into the bedroom, he wiped the smile from his face though it was difficult to do. Billy stood just where Sean had left him, though he�d leaned forward to rest his forehead against the wall. Which was a bit surprising, really. Billy was a stubborn wee Scot when he wanted to be.
Billy must�ve heard the footsteps behind him, because he suddenly straightened and looked over his shoulder. Sean stood near the bed and waved him over. Billy�s green eyes widened a bit when they caught sight of Sean�s new purchase.
�Do you have to use that, Sean?�
Shrugging, Sean tapped the long plastic, cartoon covered ruler against his leg. �It�s either this or my belt.�
Billy shuddered and Sean nearly lost his stern composure when his lover unconsciously reached back to protect his arse from the mentioned belt. �No, no, I�d rather you use the ruler.�
�I was fairly certain you would.� Having waited long enough, Sean turned Billy to face the bed and placed a hand to back of the young man�s neck. Pushing gently, Sean guided Billy�s head down to the bed, where Billy slid his hands up to grip the duvet in two small clenched fists.
Sean took a moment or two to rub gentle circles over Billy�s back, stilling his lover�s anxious and twitchy movements. Once Billy had stilled, Sean just let his hand rest on one wool-covered hip.
�I told you this would happen after the last premier, if you ignored me at the next one. Didn�t I?�
�Yes.�
�You felt bad about leaving me alone and said you wouldn�t do it again, didn�t you?�
�Yes.�
�And yet you spent this evening getting pleasantly drunk and flirting with Dom, Elijah and Orlando, didn�t you? Leaving me to my own devices, without my love by my side?�
There was a definite sniffle this time to Billy�s woeful, �Yes.�
�Did you want this to happen, then?�
�I�no�I don�t know.� Definitely a bit of uncertainty that time.
�Ah, it�s confusing isn�t it my Pip? You�re not really sure, are you? Everything is so unsettled right now.� Sean rubbed Billy�s back for a moment then leaned down to reach for the hem of the kilt. �Let me reassure you that I keep my promises, then. You can depend on that, at least.�
Sliding the wool up to bunch at Billy�s waist, Sean ran a hand over the bared pale cheeks. The wicked little bastard had been poncing about all night with no kecks. And Sean hadn�t been allowed to indulge in that. Well.
The first stinging slap of the ruler had a bit of anger behind it, making Billy jerk and yelp. Sean pressed his free hand to the small of Billy�s back to hold him relatively still. Sean was determined that at the next premier, he�d be able to share in the excitement with the one he loved. And that Billy understood that Sean meant everything he said, that Billy would never have to doubt. With that in mind, Sean used the ruler with determination.
Billy�s poor wee backside was becoming decidedly red, the knuckles of his clenched fists turning white. His resolve to remain quiet had broken several swats ago and Sean smiled softly when Billy turned his face into the duvet to yell out his pain. Bracing one hip against the younger man�s leg, Sean tried to still the frantic squirming. No doubt about it�Billy would remember this at the next premier.
When he felt the back beneath his hand shuddering with sobs, Sean stopped and dropped the ruler onto the bed. Billy�s arse was a glowing pink from sacral dimples to the sweet little curve at the bottom, more than a bit red in the center. Sean ran a gentle hand over said arse and felt the heat radiating from it.
�Shhh, now Billy. I�m finished.�
Fists relaxing their death grip on the duvet, Billy turned his head to the side and sniffed. Tears still leaked from red-rimmed eyes and tracked down his sharp, equally red nose. Fair skinned, Billy�s face was a blotchy mess when he cried. �I�m sorry, Sean. I didn�t mean to leave you all alone.�
Watching Billy wince as he stood and the scratchy wool slid back down over highly sensitive flesh, Sean chuckled softly. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he pulled Billy into his lap and held him close. He kissed one tear-damp cheek and sighed. �I love you, Billy. I just want to share those special moments with you.�
Wiping his face, Billy smiled and leaned in for a kiss. �I didn�t realize you were so jealous tonight, or I would�ve pulled you into the loo for a wee bit of fun.�
Sean slid one hand up Billy�s thigh, under the kilt and up to the erection he knew would be waiting for him. His younger lover was always hard after one of their�sessions. �Would you like to see just how jealous I was, my Pip?�
Billy sighed at the blissful contact between Sean�s hand and his throbbing cock. �Aye.�
�Hmm, then I think you should resume your former position.� Sean stood, letting Billy slip off his legs and once more bend over the bed.
Sean rifled through the bedside table to find the lube then quickly shed his clothes. He leaned over to kiss Billy�s upturned cheek as he once again lifted the back of the kilt. He really, really liked kilts. It made access so very easy. He coated a few fingers with lube and reached for Billy�s backside, chuckling at the sight of the rosy cheeks.
�You�ll definitely be feeling that for a few hours.� He swirled one finger around Billy�s entrance teasingly then slid it home. He quickly added a second and worked to stretch Billy just enough for entry. No need to make it too easy on the lad. Besides, the needy moans from Billy were an indication he was as much in a hurry as Sean.
Enough was enough. Sean removed his fingers, twisted his lubricated fingers around his cock a few times and braced his arm on the bed. He pressed the head of his cock to Billy�s stretched entrance and pushed. He could feel Billy pressing back, making entry easier for both of them. They both hissed with pleasure as Sean eased his way in to the hilt.
Feeling the heat from Billy�s arse against his pelvis, Sean leaned to press his forehead to Billy�s shoulder blades. This wouldn�t last long. Sean had been hard all night and Billy was ready to pop from the excitement of the evening, combined with his earlier punishment.
Pressing a kiss to the back of Billy�s neck, Sean pulled out about halfway and shoved his hips forward, drawing a hiss of pain/pleasure from Billy. No doubt the slap of Sean�s hips to Billy�s sore arse would be a bit unpleasant. Ah, well. No pain, no gain as they say.
Billy�s fingers once more clenched the duvet, but this time it was in pleasure. Sean bent his knees slightly to alter his angle of penetration, earning a yelp from Billy as his prostate was nudged by the head of Sean�s cock. Smiling, Sean kept that angle and leaned to rest his chest against Billy�s back, pinning the younger man to the bed.
It was a punishing rhythm, which was certainly in keeping with recent events, but Sean kept it up. He was so close. He could feel his orgasm building, climbing, speeding towards its goal. Sweat dripped from the tip of his nose, to drop into Billy�s spiky hair. Billy suddenly tensed, squeezing a fistful of duvet, his keening cry muffled by the bed. The sphincter muscles around Sean�s cock squeezed unmercifully. Sean�s own orgasm burst like a balloon and he came with a growl, pumping a few last uncoordinated times into Billy�s limp and willing body.
They both lay there a few moments, panting and trembling with the aftermath, until Billy blinked sleepily and wiggled his hips. �Off, Sean. You�re squishing me. And my arse hurts.�
Laughing weakly, Sean eased out of Billy and stood. He helped Billy stand and pull off the now-damp t-shirt, using it to clean them both. Sean unbuckled the kilt and let it drop to the floor. It would need dry cleaning now, anyway. Pulling back the bedcovers, he crawled in the bed and held out his arm for Billy, who climbed in beside him.
Billy snuggled up to Sean�s side, throwing a leg over and resting his cheek on Sean�s chest. The muffled thump-thump of his lover�s heart was comforting. Sean rubbed a gentle hand over Billy�s backside and shared a smile with the younger man.
�You won�t forget this lesson at the next premier, will you?�
�No. But I think I will wear the kilt again. You seem to like it.�
Sean hummed softly in agreement, sleep already tugging at him. �Wear it again and I�ll show you just how much I like it. Many, many times. Until you can�t sit down for an entirely different reason.�
�Promises, promises.�
�Ah, but I�ve shown you that I keep my promises, haven�t I?�
Rubbing his own hand over his sore arse, Billy sighed softly. �Aye, that you have.�
Kissing Billy�s head where it rested beneath his chin, Sean smiled in contentment. They were an odd pair, but they fit somehow. �Sleep, now, love. I�ll be here when you wake.�
�Promise?�
�I promise.�
END
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