Kirk swore beneath James, nimble fingers scrabbling at the singer’s belt. He’d been trying to get it off for at least a minute, though James hadn’t particularly noticed. He was fascinated by his newest discovery. It seemed that there was a bit of Kirk’s neck, just above where it flowed into his shoulder, that was particularly sensitive, and he squealed beautifully every time James bit it.
“Fuck! Will you stop for two seconds?” Kirk demanded, breathless and not half as irritable as he sounded. Laughing, James bit the spot again and was rewarded with a helpless ‘meep’ and a little wriggle.
“Don’t wanna stop,” he answered, lips skimming up to Kirk’s ear. They were pretty sensitive too. In fact, he had yet to find a part of Kirk that wasn’t an erogenous zone. It made his job that much easier. All he really had to do was show up and breath on the guitarist and Kirk was practically begging to take his clothes off. James was simultaneously horrified and delighted by this. “I like it when you act like a little bitch…”
Kirk’s lips curved quickly into what James had come to think of as the Insta-moue. Of all Kirk’s expressions – and he had an annoyingly vast store of them – it was James’s favorite. It meant he was doing something right. “Well if I don’t get this fucking belt off, you won’t be able to enjoy my bitch-ness,” he snapped, and James laughed.
“Touché,” he said, sitting back and unfastening the belt. He made it look irritatingly easy, which coaxed another scowl from Kirk. “Don’t pout, baby. It makes you look like a whore.” The frown melted into a coy little smile, and Kirk writhed on the mattress, slim legs spreading wide.
It took a little under three seconds for James’s jeans to join the pile of clothes on the floor, and he bent over Kirk with a soft growl. It was infuriating how easily Kirk could reduce him to animalistic need, but he’d learned not to fight it. The first few times, he’d tried to hold back, afraid of what would happen. He’d had to work to get Kirk into bed, and he wasn’t about to lose that because he couldn’t control himself.
He’d discovered soon enough, though, that Kirk liked it when he lost control. Kirk seemed to get off on it, a fact that had first puzzled James and then delighted him. Kirk was, in many ways, a dream come true. He didn’t require constant attention, he didn’t want presents, he didn’t talk about love and relationships and all that horseshit. He just put out and then got dressed and went out for beers afterwards. It was the perfect arrangement.
Kirk moaned as James’s hips ground down against him, pressing their pricks together hard. James had discovered that little trick the third time they’d been together, and Kirk lived for it. It never failed to turn him into a desperate, clawing little bitch and, while James thoroughly enjoyed that, it wasn’t enough for tonight.
“Kirk,” he breathed, leaning close. Kirk shuddered and tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck like an animal, and James moaned. He was so fucking beautiful like this, submissive and needy. James wanted to devour him whole. “I wanna fuck you…”
It broke the spell, Kirk shooting back like he was fired out of a rocket, eyes wide and frightened. James sat back instantly, holding his hands up. He hated Kirk sometimes for being so jumpy. He ought to know by now that James would never hurt him, could never hurt him. But there he was, huddled at the end of the bed, shaking his head and whimpering.
“C’mon, man, it’s okay,” James murmured, holding out his arms. Kirk relaxed slightly, crawled forward. James tried to tell himself that it was reasonable for Kirk to be nervous. He was bigger, after all, and his patience could be notoriously thin. Still, though… did Kirk honestly think he was a rapist? “You know I’m not gonna hurt you, Noisy Thing.”
“I know,” Kirk sighed, settling into James’s lap and stroking his arms. “I just… don’t think I’m ready.” And James nodded and smoothed Kirk’s hair and set about the slightly daunting task of relaxing him enough to try again. It was totally fair for Kirk to say that he wasn’t ready, and James knew he had to respect that.
But they both knew good and goddamn well that that wasn’t Kirk’s reason. Not by a long shot.
