Colonel
Sebastian worked himself out of his erection as he refocused on his job, counting down the time before he could go to Greenwich and see John. When he arrived, he found an empty corner table and ordered two top shelf scotches as promised, then settled in to wait for John, wishing he could smoke a cigarette. Stupid anti-smoking laws.
John showed up a few minutes later. All he had changed was his jumper. On the outside at least. He was now wearing a pair of bright red, white-trimmed pants-but he assumed Sebastian would discover that later. His jumper was a wooly pull-over as he pulled off his coat as he made his way back to Sebastian, a small, embarrassed smile on his face as he thought back to earlier. "Evening, Sebastian."
Sebastian cast him a smoldering glance and shoved the chair opposite from him out with his foot so John could sit in it. "Hi, babe. You're looking fit. Did you have a good wank?" he asked conversationally, winking, then slid a scotch to him.
John's cheeks reddened a bit as he dropped into the seat, grabbing the scotch. He glanced around to make sure no one had heard him before he said a bit quieter, an embarrassed, but smug grin on his face, "As a matter of fact, I did."
"Well, if you were thinking about me, I suppose it would be," Sebastian said. He chuckled into his glass, smitten. "You're so cute when you blush."
John grumbled unintelligibly into his glass as he took a sip. "Mmm," he hummed as the alcohol warmed him. "This is delicious." He looked around the small pub. "I can't believe I left my jumper at yours."
"I can't believe I forgot to get rid of it. I suppose I had other things on my mind," Sebastian sighed. He considered passing on the threat that Jim had given him about what would happen if John disturbed his work, then decided against him. John already knew caution was needed. No use making him paranoid.
"Is this worth it? All the secrecy? Honestly, how long can we go about fooling them both?" John wondered, taking another sip of scotch. God, it was good.
"It is for me," Sebastian said. "And I don't think Jim is a threat. He doesn't seem curious as to who you are anymore, he just doesn't want you interfering with my work. Which you're not."
"Are you sure he's not tricking you? He wouldn't have followed you here, would he?" John glanced around the pub once more. Nobody seemed overly suspicious, but if they were good it would be impossible to tell.
"He's got better things to do with his time than spy on his employee's dating habits," Sebastian said. "Planning world domination and all that. I've been pretty thorough covering my tracks." He had to admit to himself, though, that if Jim ever got determined about John's identity, he would find out, no matter what. Sebastian couldn't even pretend that he could outsmart Jim, which was why this whole situation was so very, very stupid. Still, he couldn't stay away. And when he was with John, it all seemed so harmless.
John sighed, only feeling a bit relieved. "Well...good. Getting kidnapped or killed isn't exactly how I want this evening to go..." he took another sip, contemplating.
"Even if it was me doing the kidnapping?" Sebastian grinned wolfishly. "I'd make it very pleasurable. Just like last time."
"Ooh. Well, I suppose I hadn't really considered that. I can't say I'd be horribly opposed," John grinned. He slid one of his feet under the table to lightly nudge at the other's. Sebastian trailed his toe slowly up John's pant leg, scooting his chair closer, staring him in the eyes.
John smiled a bit and reached out to grab Sebastian's hand, letting his thumb rub over his knuckles. He could stare into those cloudy grey eyes all night. Sebastian reached his free hand under the table and began rubbing John's knee, stroking up to squeeze his thigh. "What do you say to finishing these and then continuing this little rendezvous elsewhere?"
"Fantastic," John replied, picking up his glass to clink it against Sebastian's. 'To fooling our respective geniuses!'
Sebastian grinned, feeling reckless, and drank the rest of his scotch in one go, keeping his eyes locked with John's, then once his glass was empty, he practically dragged John outside.
John was holding back giggles, feeling a bit tipsy and Sebastian basically carried him out the door. John grabbed Sebastian's arm and looped it over his shoulder so he could walk right next to him and share his warmth. "So...where exactly are we going..?"
"A hotel room I've already booked, where I intend to strip you of all dignity and clothes," Sebastian said, leaning in to smell John's neck as they walked, then licked up it slowly as they rounded a corner, giving his ear a discreet bite. "Yum, appetizer."
John shuddered and batted at him, "Not in public, Colonel!" he reprimanded, repressing a grin.
Sebastian laughed and moved his arm off John's shoulder and down his back to give him bum a squeeze before sliding his hand into John's back pocket. "I will do what I want, thanks very much."
John gave a little surprised yelp and chuckled, moving his own arm to wrap around Sebastian's lower back, leaning against him as they walked. John realized at that moment, that even after only being with the man a few short times, he was definitely falling for him. And the thought brought a small smile to his lips.
Sebastian liked feeling John's bum under his hand as they walked, but he liked John's little smile even more, feeling the corners of his own mouth turning up as he watched him. He had been smiling so much more recently.
They reached the hotel and stepped into the nearest elevator, headed for the 10th floor. As soon as the doors closed, Sebastian pinned John to the wall and leaned in close, ready to kiss him. "I missed you," he said, tormenting himself by keeping his lips apart from John's for just a moment longer before he leaned in and kissed him hungrily, catching John's bottom lip and pressing into him.
John sighed softly and pressed back against Sebastian, kissing him back. A hand went up to brush against his light stubble and John melted against him. He had never felt this way before about anyone, and it surprised him that he was even capable of feeling this way-caring so deeply about another person. Sherlock came close, but he was a friend, not a lover—an entirely different category. '"I missed you too," he murmured, running his hands through the other's hair.
Sebastian pressed into him harder, feeling John buckle beneath him. He groped at his hips, then when the elevator doors opened, he dragged John out by his collar and one-handedly unlocked the bedroom door before flinging John inside. "I hope you wore your dog tags, Captain, or you'll get a demerit," he said, pulling his old colonel hat from his jacket and donning it before attacking John, yanking off his jumper and throwing it on the floor.
As a matter of fact, John had. It had been a last minute decision John stumbled backwards, smirking at the hat, wondering how he didn't have a boner his entire duration of military service. Just thinking about it and seeing Sebastian made him begin to harden up. He moved forward to start yanking off Sebastian's trousers, wanting them gone.
"Don't worry, sir—I came prepared." He tugged on the chain, letting the tags fall down the front of his shirt.
Sebastian clutched at the chain and used it to drag John back to the bed, flinging him onto it, then quickly straddled him and began yanking at his shirt, ripping it open and sending buttons flying, as promised. He slid his hands up John's undershirt greedily, tossing it off as well, then bent to lick from John's waistband to his neck, detouring to lick over, bite and suck at John's nipples, his hand rubbing and petting at John's groin through his trousers.
John was so overcome with stimulus that he didn't know what to pay more attention to—his groin, his stomach, his waist, his nipples, or the fact that he had just lost another shirt to Sebastian...he'd have to start buying a personal wardrobe of cheap shirts just for the other man to rip off of him. Mm...yes, he quite liked that idea. His hands curled into the hair the back of his head, his thumbs brushing over the Colonel's hat. "Mmmm...Sebastian..."
Sebastian yanked John's neck up by his dog tags, pressing his nose against John's, "That's Colonel. Ohh, Johnny, that's going to cost you." He dropped John's head back on the bed, trailing his open mouth down John's stomach once more, playfully bit widely and quite lightly over John's bulge, then moved down to yank off John shoes and socks. "Get these damn trousers off," he growled, then worked to finish yanking off his own trousers, shedding his jacket and shirt along the way until he was down to his pants and his dog tags.
John's breath caught. "Yes, sir—", and he jumped into action, flinging off he own belt and kicking off his trousers to reveal the bright red and white-trimmed pants he donned underneath.
Sebastian laughed at John's pants. "Guess you wore red after all, Captain. Saucy." He crawled on top of John and kissed him, biting on his lower lip and invading John's mouth with his tongue, one hand traveling down to push down the waistband of John's pants just far enough to free his erection. "I can't wait to get in you," he said into John's mouth, beginning to squeeze and stroke John's cock and play with his balls. "Are you going to cooperate?"
Oh fuck, this man turned John into jelly. He moaned softly into his mouth, "I hate to inform you, Colonel, sir...but I've been feeling rather rebellious today..." he bit hard on Sebastian's lower lip and drug it out.
Sebastian grinned and made an animalistic growl as John dragged his lip out. Once he disentangled his lips, he slapped John on the face. "Off the bed, Captain." Sebastian leaped up and dragged over the straight-backed chair from the hotel desk, then grabbed the belt from his trousers on the floor, tapping his foot as he waited for John to get over to him.
John raised an eyebrow as he moved over to him, his cock and balls still hanging from the top of his pants. "What's this?" he asked, a bit confused by the progression of events, though not against them.
Sebastian slapped him again. "Further insubordination!" he barked, then yanked down John's red pants all the way, grabbing them off the floor, and holding them on his wrist as he lashed John's wrists together tightly in front of him with some cord he'd kept in his pocket for just such a thing. He grabbed a fistful of John's hair and yanked his head back. "We've got punishments for cheeky soldiers like you," he growled, then kissed John dominantly before wadding John's red pants and shoving them into his mouth, gagging him. He roughly spun John around and pushing him over the chair so John was bent over it, arse exposed.
He kicked John's ankles apart with his feet and leaned over John so his breath was hot against the back of John's neck. "You are under my command, Captain, and that means that you don't get to ask questions or take the reigns. Do I make myself clear?"
John was quite sure he'd never been harder in his entire life. This whole thing seemed so wrong, but so right. It was like tasting a forbidden fruit, and John wanted more. His cheek stung and he was glad he'd only been wearing the underwear for about an hour before now, which made it much less disgusting—not that that was really what his mind was on. He let out a muffled sound and nodded his head as it was craned back in an almost painful position.
"Good," Sebastian growled lowly, then released John's neck, biting him hard at the base of his hairline before bringing his arm back and spanking John hard on the arse. John's eyes went wide as Sebastian's hand collided with his arse and he made a small, surprised noise. Why did this turn him on?! Why did this feel so good? The only sort of relationships John had been in before had been strictly vanilla, and this was such a huge jump from that, he was surprised that he didn't mind at all.
Sebastian was having too much fun, straddling John and watching him writhe under him. He began spanking John faster. "Have you learned your lesson yet, Captain?" he panted as he smacked John's arse again and again.
John let out a small groan into the gag, dropping his had and moving his feet a bit wider apart. Sebastian spanked John until he was too worked up to stand it anymore, then yanked the chair away from under John, forcing him onto the ground. He wedge a knee between John's legs, forcing him to keep his legs apart, then grabbed his hips and yanked them up so John's arse stayed in the air. He poured some lube on his fingers and began preparing John, liking the whimper he made as the cold lubricant touched his skin.
"You think you're a big man, Captain, but we both know the truth, don't we?" He reached his free hand up to yank John's neck back by his tag chain as his fingers worked inside John. "You're nothing but a slut. You're my filthy bitch, and you just can't wait to have a Colonel's cock ruining your sweet self. Am I right?" He curled his fingers hard against John's prostate.
John's eyes closed and he let out a muffled but pleasured whimper into the make-shift gag, pressing his hips back as Sebastian's fingers pushed into him. He was on his elbows and knees, wrists still bound, and all he could manage was a weak, desperate nod. He shuddered and moaned as Sebastian pressed against his prostate again.
Sebastian was so fucking hard, seeing John whimper and trembled beneath him. He ghosted his fingertips along John's back, watching John's muscles twitch and shiver even more, then moved so the head of his cock was pressed teasingly against John's hole, his hands wrapping around to play with and squeeze John's chest and nipples.
"So, pet, beg for it, or you're not getting any." Sebastian didn't know how he'd ever be able to keep that promise if John refused, but he could probably hold out long enough to hear John make some sexy moans.
John arched his back, pressing his pecs farther into Sebastian's hands, loving the feel of the other's rougher hands on his skin. He pushed his hips back again, shoving against Sebastian's prick and let out a series of desperate moans and whimpers. He probably looked like a complete fool, but he didn't care. All he had room to think about at the moment was how badly he wanted Sebastian's cock to fill him and stretch him open.
"I didn't quite hear that," Sebastian said, gripping John's hair and yanking John's head back again, sucking at the skin on John's back as he continued to nudge his cock torturously against John's opening.
John let out and almost anguished sob into the gag, his cock hot and heavy between his legs. He needed this—he needed Sebastian to fuck him. He pressed back again, writhing beneath him.
At John's pleading sob, Sebastian clutched John's hips and shoved all the way in, wallowing in the feeling, keeping his cock inside for longer than usual, breathing heavily into John's back. "God—John—" he said, breaking character for a moment. He kissed at his back tenderly, then scraped his teeth over the skin. He wanted to consume this man. John was like a drug. Once hadn't been enough. He wanted him, always.
John's eyes went wide and he gasped around the gag as Sebastian thrust into him balls deep. Fuck. He dropped his forehead to the floor. He was going to have some embarrassing rug burns in the morning. "Nnnnngh..." he groaned, pushing back, wanting him even farther than possible.
At the feeling of John's hips pushing back against him, Sebastian pulled out almost all the way then slammed back in, beginning at a punishing speed, panting and growling into John's spine, his rough demeanor returning. "You were just made to be ridden, weren't you, pet? What a good subordinate—you're always going to be mine, do you know that? Just try to escape—I will hunt you down and own you every fucking time, and—" he gasped as he regained his breath, beginning to sweat as he slammed against John's prostate again and again. He held onto John's shoulders to keep the man from collapsing beneath him, so forcefully was he fucking him. "And I'll reduce you to what you are going to be in just a few minutes—a quivering mess. You love it, don't you? You just love it when I own you—"
And God was he right. John didn't think he was even capable of describing the way Sebastian made him felt. With each thrust, fireworks exploded behind John's eyes as Sebastian slammed against his prostate. He whimpered and moaned and incoherently pleaded into the gag, his eyes rolling back. It was all he could do to not collapse into a heap on the floor—and before long, he was already on the razor's edge of an orgasm.
Sebastian continued growling out his monologue, his breath growing increasingly ragged and his voice husky as his pleasure built up to heights he'd never thought possible. "You love it, don't you—you—oh God—oh God, John—Oh my God—"
He thrust into John as far as he could, drawing almost completely out so he could impale John with long thrusts, almost unable to breathe by how much pleasure was welling up in him. He thrust in a final time, exploding in pleasure, shouting out John's name desperately, then rolled off him to collapse on his back, sweaty and quivering, debilitated by one of the best orgasms he'd ever had.
In perfect unison with the other, John let out a muffled cry of the other's name before he came as well, shooting onto the floor. He could feel a bit of Sebastian's come leaking out of him as he dropped to the floor in mind-numbing exhausting, rolling to his back. Holy fuck. That's all he could think at the moment. Holy fuck, that had been good.
Sebastian weakly pulled John's gag out of his mouth, laughing tiredly. "Oh my God," he panted again. It was impossible to maintain his hard Colonel persona at the moment, as receding waves of pleasure coursed through his body. He felt like he was floating in a hazy glow. And all he could think of was the increasingly strong idea that he loved John. He caught his breath and felt his hammering heart begin to slow down as he thought about this, then looked over at the man, who had a comical rug burn on his forehead. He laughed again. "C-can you walk? Otherwise...I haven't done my job..."
John let out a weak, exhausted laugh, "Hell no...'" He raised his arms towards Sebastian and between gasps, "...wrists."
Sebastian rolled toward him and, instead of untying John, he lifted John arm's around his neck and leaned in to kiss him wetly, intoxicated by John's taste even now. He sucked slowly on John's tongue, his lips massaging John's. "Mmm. Maybe I'll just keep you..." he sighed, nuzzling against John.
John closed his eyes, again melting against the other man. His heated skin, his rough, but also gentle touch. His taste, his feel, his smell—everything about him. John's heart fluttered in his chest as he looped his bound hands over Sebastian's neck as he kissed him back. "And maybe I'll let you..." he murmured in response.
Sebastian gave a pleased, low noise in his throat and hooked his leg around John's hips to pull him closer. They were both sticky with sweat and come, and once Sebastian had regained his breath he untangled John's bound arms from his neck and stood up, a bit shakily, looking down at the still-bound John, lying on the floor.
In an impulsive mood, he scooped John into his arms, laughing a bit as John let out a small, surprised yelp. He carried John bridal-style to the bathroom and set him gently on his feet. He turned on the water to the shower to let the water heat up, then began untying John's wrists, looking straight into his eyes as he did so. There were words bunched in his throat, but he couldn't get them out, so he held John's gaze as the binds finally dropped to the floor and he rubbed John's raw skin tenderly with his hands.
When Sebastian set him down and started to until him, John, likewise, could not look away. His eyes locked with Sebastian and when they were free, John lifted his hands to gently pull Sebastian in for a soft, tender kiss, lingering for a moment before he pulled away from the other, their lips just a hair's breath apart. Shit, John thought. Shit, shit, shit. This was not good. This was so not good—but Sebastian was like a drug that kept sucking him in and John knew in this instant that he would never be able to quit Sebastian. Not now, not ever.
"John—I think—" Sebastian had never ever felt compelled to say the words "I love you" before. Ever. He swallowed. "I think the water's hot. Come on." He pulled back the shower curtain and stepped in, waiting for John to join him.
