Oooooooooooonwards! Sorry for the delay, lots of other things going on but the point is… well, MUBH still lives. I think we're all grateful. XD
Chapter Twenty-Eight - Punishment
Dr Cox POV
I slammed my lips against his before he had a chance to say a word, grasping his collar in my fists and pulling him as close to me as he could possibly get. I felt the usual thrill of satisfaction as he groaned into the kiss, his lips responding to mine, tongue running against my bottom lip, begging for entry - I gladly allowed it, separating my lips and slipping my tongue upwards to meet his. I felt the urge of his desire pushing against my own hard-on, spurring me to shove him against the door once again and rapidly moving my left hand down until it was trapped between our two bodies, pressing it mercilessly against his erection - another groan vibrated against our kiss, his hips shifting forward and pushing my hand even harder against him.
The heat was already unbearable. I had wanted him before this, more times now than I cared to count but this time felt like a pyre compared to all the others. I knew, really, that it was simply because I wasn't pulling him into a supply closet for a five-minute-fondle or having a frenzied feel-around before hastily going about our duties - but it still overwhelmed me. Usually I'd fight against that sort of feeling, force myself to be stoic and in control but there was just… something about him. The way his hands had started to fumble at the buttons on my shirt, his lips feverishly moving over mine, the heat of his breath mixed with the shake of his limbs - it was like a drug.
He was halfway down undoing the buttons when he paused, breaking the kiss and looking into my eyes for a moment. "Is this my punishment then? You're going to make me want you to death?"
I laughed - it was deep and throaty, almost strained with my hunger for him. "You think it's hard now?" His eyes flashed yearningly at the double-entendre. "You have no idea, Newbie. No. Damned. Idea." The last word came out as a rumble, my hands so quickly grabbing the hem of his top and pulling it off that I was able to catch the heat pooling to his cheeks just in time - and there was me thinking I couldn't get even more aroused. It was just that colour, the colour contrasting so… so beautifully against the blue of his eyes -
Soon my own shirt was off, his palms instantly lying flat against my chest, so hard that seemed as if he was trying to push them in and through to my goddamned heart… a flurry of thoughts crushed through my skull and into my mind, the tiniest of voices reminding me that he was already in there. I waited for the usual spiral down from lust that I usually experienced when acknowledging that there were 'real' feelings involved but… no. No. Instead I felt my heart slam even harder against me, filling me with an unfamiliar and almost uncomfortable urge to say the words I knew he wanted to hear - words that, before this moment, were usually forced out of me by his own vulnerability. Not this time. I knew, painfully and frustratingly, that it was my own vulnerability that led me to want to tell Newbie that I loved him.
I had slowed in my pace. Newbie's hands lightened slightly against skin, concern and something close to fear flitting across his eyes - I shook my head, shoving my fingers through his dark hair and pulling his head so that it was pressed hard against my own.
"Under no circumstances are you to hesitate," I whispered raggedly, my words somehow making his own breathing stutter and increase. "You understand me?" He nodded dumbly, barely pausing before feverishly pressing his lips onto mine again. I grinned through the kiss, letting go of his head and instead grasping onto his hips, both pulling him into me and moving him away from the door. I wanted to take this to the bedroom and I'd be damned if I didn't do it within the next minute.
He didn't resist; he knew what I was doing and knew where we would end up - he continued to kiss me, keeping our lips fused together as we stumbled our way across the room, bumping into the couch, knocking over a lamp, grazing thighs against surfaces that somehow seemed to leap in our way in an attempt to keep us from getting to where I was intent on being… I felt a fiery sense of satisfaction erupt through me as he kicked open the door and fell through it with me in tow, his nails dragging lightly down the skin of my back just as we fell onto the cool sheets of my bed.
I pinned him down, digging my own nails lightly into his shoulders as he looked up at me with that haze in his eyes that I knew would be reflected in my own - I grinned momentarily down at him before darting down and running my tongue along the crevice between his shoulder and neck, loving every second of our little game. It was a game so similar to all of the others, only this time we had both acknowledged how we felt. This time I was aware just how he felt for me and how strong those feelings were - regardless of how I acted, I knew. He, too, had heard the words from me that were once unutterable to anyone other than -
"I love you," I breathed heatedly against his skin, giving in to the urge, finding a tender part of his skin and biting it hard, perhaps harder than I should have done. A low groan crawled its way from between his lips. "Goddammit, I love you."
His hands skated up my back and down again, coming to rest upon my hips, pulling me down and onto his own denim-clad erection - but there was something else to the action. Instantly I felt his need to be closer to me, as close as he could possibly be, the action speaking louder than words, words I knew he felt he had spoken too often. For all I knew he probably thought he'd never hear them from my lips again.
For the first time since we had started being whatever the hell we were to each other before the truth came streaking out, Newbie's hands went to undo my flies before I went to his - another action that spoke louder than words. His need for me that evening was now beyond that of just sex, he needed to prove to me that my words and feelings meant something beyond screaming each other's name - and I sure as hell wasn't going to convince him otherwise. I pushed my lips roughly against his, encouraging him, practically asking him to carry on even though technically my raging erection gave that away without needing to let him know.
Within seconds he had yanked my pants and boxers down to my knees - I forced myself off of him enough to extricate myself from them, having a millisecond to gather what balance I could before Newbie reached up and practically threw me onto my back - I found myself incapable of doing anything other than watch the sheer look of reverence on his face as he gazed down at me, his own eyes never leaving my own body as he slowly started to unbutton his trousers. There was something - dare I say it - sexy about the way it seemed almost absent-minded, the movement of his fingers over the zipper. He seemed barely aware of it, focused only on me, naked and achingly aroused in front of him.
"Wherever you are right now, kid, take me with you."
I didn't need to tell him twice. He shucked off his pants and boxers before lowering himself carefully until his body was flush against mine, erection gliding smoothly against my own as he rested his forearms either side of my head. I could feel the heightened speed of his breathing against my lips, feel the heat of his body seeping through my own skin - it hit me in a wave just how much of an effect he had on me, unavoidable and addictive in ways I didn't know even existed. Yes, sex with Jordan was satisfying, fun and more than a little out-of-the-ordinary but it was impossible to compare sex with one and sex with the other - it was a completely different experience. Sex with Newbie… sex with JD…
I shuddered, a mixture of pleasure and pain.
Slowly he began to shift himself so that our erections rubbed harder against each other - I could feel his arms shake slightly at the exertion, could see the muscles in his slender arms tightening as he sought to be careful not to give too much or too little. Before the thought could process properly in my head, I knocked his arms out from underneath him and caught him instantly, my hands wrapping themselves around his upper arms and slowly lowering him back onto me. I lifted my head slightly to capture his lips with my own, more an action of want than one of dominance; he let himself rest his weight fully on me - I found that, despite him being heavier than Jordan, he somehow felt lighter, less suffocating. Was it the lack of breasts? The lack of hair? The sheer femininity that he somehow radiated, stronger than hers?
I didn't know. I didn't care. I wrapped my arms around him, crushing him against me as I bucked my hips upwards and caught his erection against mine - he moaned, his tongue slipping out and against mine. I let a growl escape at his reaction, knowing that if I wasn't inside him soon that I would come simply from the sounds he was making.
Sitting up and flipping him over, quick enough that he had barely any time to react, I decided that it was time to continue with the 'punishment'. To be honest, I hadn't thought it through - all I really wanted was to make him beg for release, make him scream and cry and become a wreck in front of me before I let him come but now… now that seemed all wrong. Before I was just turned on and feeling the frenzied rush of dominance and desire but within the amount of time since we'd left the bowling alley to this point in time my entire outlook on this evening had changed.
That didn't mean I still wasn't aroused as all hell though.
"I'm going to fuck you," I growled, watching as his eyes darkened with want. "And you're going to like it."
I leant down and slid my tongue along his jaw, tasting the deep saltiness of the lightest sheen of sweat that had started to cover his skin - I loved the taste of anticipation, it was a huge turn-on for me. He moaned again, arching his hips up to me, the tiniest of whispers escaping as he did so -
"I'm going to love it."
No more thoughts now. I leant over and violently tore open the drawer next to the bed, taking out a condom and some lubrication - I wanted it to be as painless for him this time as possible, knowing that if I had to hear him whimper as much as the last time I would give up… not an option. I wanted him, he wanted me, end of story. As I leant back I saw him shifting to move onto his stomach - I stopped him, shaking my head slightly and shifting myself off of the bed until I was standing, looking down on his body below me. Part of me was still waiting for reality to hit, where I would punch him, hard, throw him out of my apartment and make it very clear that I never wanted to see him again.
Apparently it was still delayed. I half-grinned.
Gently but firmly, I secured my grip on his legs and shifted him down the bed a little, until his butt cheeks were about halfway off - he looked at me in confusion, his teeth nipping lightly on his lower lip.
"This way you get to look at me," I answered his unasked question, my eyes boring into his and saying what I wouldn't say aloud - that I, too, would be able to look into his eyes as he came, something that I had quickly discovered made the climax even more intense. The smile that alighted upon his face was enough to make me want to tell him I loved him again which, in itself, stressed me out - to distract myself and to ensure that I wouldn't say it again that evening, I flipped open the little tube of KY and squeezed out a considerable amount onto my fingers. I watched as he spread his legs slowly, tentatively - "Don't forget what I said, no hesitation" - before gradually moving my fingers up to the rim of him, feeling him tense as I touched him. I grimaced, knowing it was a natural reaction for him but hating that I was making him on edge.
As carefully as I could, I pushed my middle finger into him, forcing myself to ignore how much he tightened at the action and reminding myself that it was all part of it, something that couldn't be helped. Slower than I would have liked I slipped it in further, up to the first knuckle, then the second - eventually my entire finger was within him, the heat of him making my ball tighten and threaten to overload before we'd even started… how did he have that effect on me? How could one person, one person I had once (and sometimes still) considered the most frustrating person on the planet make me want to come just from me touching him? A low rumble emitted audibly from my throat, eyes completely fixed on how he was reacting. As before, he looked incredibly uncomfortable but I couldn't be a hypocrite, I had to work alongside my own choices after insisting that he did the same - no hesitation. As tenderly as I could manage I shifted my index finger until it was poised at his entrance, stretching him as I pushed the tip of it inside with the other - a tiny noise from him confirmed that it was no more enjoyable than it had been the first time, making my body react involuntarily as my left hand shot out to meet his midair, entwining our fingers.
I didn't need to speak to reassure him - that action alone was intimate enough that he would know what I was thinking. Or I hoped as much.
I shifted the fingers inside of him, moving them little by little, waiting until he took a sharp intake of breath as I hit his g-spot - I grinned crookedly at his reaction, doing it again, watching as he tilted his head back and exposed the pale, delicate skin of his throat. I wanted to taste it, run the tip of my tongue over it and feel the vibrations of his moans as I did so but I had to do this, had to get it all started before it ended. For a few minutes I used two fingers but, knowing I had to prepare him for what was to come, added a third - more whimpers, more noises of discomfort and probably pain, but there was no way I could stop now, I had to have him. Slowly I extracted my fingers from within him, picking up the condom I had thrown onto the sheets and ripping it open, leaving the wrapper to drop to the floor as I slid it down onto my rock-hard penis, hissing slightly at the tight fit and the feel of my hand casting over it lightly.
I shifted forward, bending my knees slightly and positioning myself between his legs, poised over his entrance. Squeezing some more lubricant into the palm of my hand I gently rubbed it into the length of me, hissing again at the contact - I had to be careful. If I was this close to coming already it would be hard-going to last longer than a few minutes.
My hand squeezed his, a non-verbal ask for permission - he squeezed back, perhaps a little harder than I had his but an acquiescence none the less.
I pushed against him, against what felt like a completely impenetrable barrier - I whispered for him to relax, to try and relax, to touch himself whilst I slipped inside him - my eyes flew to meet his to make sure he was all right, concern overweighing my desire to just thrust myself in and deal with the consequences later. This wasn't hard, tough, flexible Jordan - Newbie was a completely different case, delicate, brittle, easily broken. It frustrated me, that I had to be so careful, but the anxiety I felt for his happiness eclipsed it - surprising me. He was changing me in ways that I barely noticed in day-to-day life but that were wholly clear at that moment.
The head of my erection slid in - he writhed beneath me, his left hand shooting to his own erection in an attempt to follow my advice, loosely circling it but barely moving. I murmured quietly to him, knowing the rumble of my voice would reassure him, relax him a little more - it worked. His hand started moving over himself, his eyes shutting tight as he fought against the pain and determinedly focused on the pleasure instead. I wrestled with the urge to tell him to open his eyes, knowing he could barely focus on anything and not wanting to put any more pressure on him than I already was.
"You doing okay, Newbie?"
He nodded shortly, his hand gripping mine tighter as I edged myself further within his hot tightness. I clenched my jaw, forcing my own eyes to stay open and to watch him and his discomfort, knowing that if I didn't I would give in like last time and just thrust, thrust so hard that he breaks beneath me -
"I'm okay," he whispered, words ragged but resolute. He still wouldn't open his eyes but the fact that he would make the effort to reassure me at this point in time was just…
I pushed a little harder, a little more daringly - it was getting to that point again, the point where I was losing grip of the situation and could easily give in and just force myself in, pound the shit out of him before realising too late my mistake. I was struggling to keep my eyes open and on him, I had to do it, had to stay focused -
"Just do it," Newbie whispered again, squeezing my hand so hard I let out a growl. "Just do it, once you're in we can -"
I didn't need telling twice; I threw my hips forward, thrusting hard into him and letting out a load groan as I felt the unyielding heat overwhelm me - god he felt good, the unbelievably delicious pressure around me dulling the sense of his hand practically breaking mine… he let out a series of cries, his eyes squeezing even tighter as I started to move inside of him, my right hand moving almost on autopilot to grasp his erection within it. I started to pump my hand up and down, my ears frantically waiting to hear the sound of his pleasure overriding the pain, determined to make him come harder than he had ever come before.
The heat was almost unbearable. I thrust within him, deep and long, feeling him tense around me and relax again, over and over, knowing he was working hard to keep the muscles from constricting over me - quicker than last time I heard the change in his vocalised reactions, the whimpers and hisses of hurt twisting into moans and cries of pleasure as I slammed myself into him, hitting his g-spot enough that soon his hand was grasping at mine whilst my name started falling from hips lips at every movement.
His left hand gripped over my right as I manoeuvred it around his erection, thumb passing over the tip and leaving him gasping beneath me - the sounds he let free were heart-wrenchingly beautiful, compelling me to open up eyes that I hadn't realised were closed… he was looking directly at me, eyes darker than ever before as he gripped my hand even harder, encouraging me, nails digging in so hard I swear he had hit the bone but it was delicious pain, pleasure-pain, wells of desire breaking free in me at every shifting within him -
"Harder, harder!" he cried, his own hips starting to buck as the speed increased. "Fuck me, please, don't stop -"
I let go of his hand and leant down, using all of my strength to pull him up to me so that I could smash my lips down to his, our tongues battling instantly as my hand and hips continued their hungry assault on his body - I relished in the vibrations our noises of passion made against my lips, biting hard on his ripe lower lip and running my tongue along it, tasting blood and not caring, knowing he didn't care either… it was close, the end was close and I wanted him to come first so that I could watch him and know that it was the look in his eyes and the cries from his throat that had dragged my own climax from my achingly hard cock -
He came, mindless words and mixtures of my name and curse-words escaping his lips against my own as he pulsed in my palm, his head tilting back again - I took my cue, diving down and licking the droplets of sweat from his gorgeously delicate skin as the orgasm wrenched its way across his body, feeling him shudder and convulse against me. I shifted myself back up, pushing him back down on the bed and joining him, pressing my hard chest against his and gazing hotly into his eyes as I thrust harder and harder into him, feeling my balls tighten and my muscles tense as the overwhelming heat flooded through me and forced me to -
"JD, oh fuck, JD - shit, yes, god - "
I came harder than I knew possible, my hands slamming onto his shoulders and nails digging in, pressing my forehead against his, the slick of sweat melding us together as I released myself into him - I felt his own shudders start to calm as mine reached their peak, his name resounding in my throat as it climbed its way out and scattered itself around us.
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JD POV
We lay there, side by side, completely and utterly exhausted - my mind was racing yet was clearly filled with nothing, my breathing subsiding as I became gradually more aware of my surroundings.
We'd just had sex.
In his apartment.
On his bed.
If I'd had the energy, I'd zoom zoom zoom… instead I said it within my head, knowing it would completely ruin the moment and possibly make him pissed at me, and that was one thing I really didn't want to risk. Not after that. Not after that spectacular, mind-blowing sex.
He sat up suddenly, burying his face in his hands. As the dread and fear found their way back into my stomach I wondered if they'd ever truly disappear, or if I'd forever be scared of him rejecting me even after what he had just done. For a few moments I lay there, watching his back as he sat there - without warning he stood, walking towards the door. My heart sank.
Dr. Cox turned to me just as he left the room, a single word falling from his lips as he turned the corner.
"Shower?"
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Dr. Cox POV
I threw him a pair of sweats to wear as he stood towelling himself, suppressing a smirk as he came up flushed and with really, really ridiculous looking hair - he caught them self-consciously, turning his back to me as he pulled them on. I rolled my eyes.
"Bit late to be hiding yourself away, don't you think? I've seen it all before. On several occasions."
His flushed skin burned brighter as he turned around, fiddling with the drawstring on the sweats to keep them from falling off of his slender hips… I found myself mentally aroused once again just looking at them. Newbie's light blue eyes moved upwards to focus on mine again, folding his arms around himself. Instantly I knew he was feeling vulnerable. "So, ummm… you want me to go or…"
I snorted. "I wouldn't have given you something to sleep in if I wanted you to leave now, would I?"
He shifted forward a little, blatantly feeling awkward. "Sorry. It's just, y'know, last time you wanted me out the moment you woke up and found me with you -"
"And I might feel the same this time," I cut in, shrugging. "I can't say how I will or will not feel tomorrow Newbie, I just can't. But I'm prepared to risk it."
Eyeing me apprehensively, he allowed himself another step closer to me. "If you're sure."
"I'm sure."
I turned and left the room, heading back into the bedroom and pulling back the covers. I heard him behind me, shuffling nervously in and watching me settle down, getting comfortable - clearly more comfortable than he was at that precise moment. I sighed. "Newbie, either get in or go and sleep on the couch."
For a few moments he hesitated, before remembering my one rule of the evening - he edged towards the bed, kneeling cautiously on the mattress before scooting himself down, laying his head delicately on the pillows and glancing at me a few times. I rolled my eyes again, throwing the covers over him and switching off the lamp next to me, leaving us in complete darkness.
He fidgeted a few times, turning from one side to another, over and over - I growled quietly into the darkness, at which point he froze completely and waited, waited for me to rebuke him or kick him out.
Instead, surprising both him and myself, I turned on my side and threw my arm across his waist, dragging him over to the middle of the bed and pressing my chest to his back. He was still practically frozen, his breathing shallow as if he thought the mere act of survival would annoy me. I couldn't help but grin as I rolled my eyes for the third time, tightening my grip on him and pressing our bodies closer. The sheets that had cooled after our previous session heated up again within seconds, our combined body heat ensuring that neither of us were cold.
Gradually he relaxed. It took me a little longer but, eventually, I felt myself start to drift off as his entire body melted against mine, our breathing patterns the opposite but, oddly, suited.
Just as I started to fall asleep I heard his voice, deep and groggy, mumble,
"The couch is too hard."
I grinned sleepily, closing whatever possible gaps there were between us and pressing my lips briefly against the nape of his neck.
"Shut up, JD."
