Summary: Joshua offers Cleen the oldest form of trade to keep his relaxation methods a secret... Cleen agrees.

Warnings: Cleen Rock One/Joshua Hibbard; drug use; black mail (but it's all consensual); blow job

Author's Note: This is another one I've been holding onto forever and decided, though it isn't going to be finished, why waste what I've got?

"Too bad this could send you home." Cleen chuckled.

"Who else knows?" Joshua asked, sticking his chin out defiantly "Not that it matters."

"Of course it matters." Cleen scoffed "It's illegal and you're a strong competitor. We both know that you're lucky I caught you and not Jason."

"You want a hit?" Joshua offered, holding out the jay.

"Not in this house." Cleen denied.

"Well I'm not going home unless I mess up a tattoo..." Joshua defended "but I'll suck you off if it'll keep your mouth shut."

"You're offering to buy my silence with sex?" Cleen laughed.

"You've been wanting to shut me up since the moment we started." Joshua grinned "Unless you don't think you're man enough to fill all this."

"On your knees, boy."

Hook, line and sinker. Joshua hid a smug smile as he dropped down. Cleen was just like every jock he'd ever met; give the man a challenge and they'd fall every time. The trick: making them think they had all the power and then taking them out at the knees.

"If I let you wreck me, you won't tell anyone I'm smoking." Joshua asked, letting his voice feather out in the middle. He had to sell the idea he was at Cleen's mercy. He'd been the frontrunner the entire time but, if he could make Cleen think he owed him one... the guy would take care of him until the end; if nothing else, just to knock out the others.

"You look good on your knees." Cleen jeered "Stay just like that."

Joshua watched the man leave the room but did as he was told. Cleen returned a moment later and the click as he locked the door sent a shiver down the younger man's spine. Good thing he'd already been half way through his joint or he'd have probably been nervous.

Cleen took a seat in the armchair across the room. Joshua made to stand but the older man stopped him with a gesture "Stay just like that." He smirked, revealing his sketchbook.

Joshua laughed "Are you gonna sketch me?" He asked with a giggle "Dude... that's kinda gay."

"Says the one who offered to suck me off." Cleen retorted.

"You agreed." Joshua shot back. Cleen chuckled and flipped open the thick tomb, only to pull out a phone "Dude... how'd you get that in here?"

"Got Dave to look it over and check there was no simcard in it." He answered simply. "He checks it every now and then but we have a deal that, if I cheat and he catches me, I owe him the prize money."

"And what if you don't win?" Joshua asked.

"Doesn't matter." Cleen shrugged "Now, hands on the floor." Joshua giggled as he did as he was told. He had planned to spend the evening mellowed out but this was just funny. He let Cleen order him into a pose and barely noticed the click of a camera once the man was done.

He hid the phone back into the sketchbook and sat back in the chair, arms relaxed over the armrests and spread his knees "Common over." He challenged "Let's see you put your money where your mouth is."

Joshua felt sharp, even if his skin felt a little fuzzy. He couldn't be too aggressive or Cleen would know he wasn't as affected by this as he should have been. He hesitated just long enough before crawling across the room to squeeze himself between the bigger man's jean clad knees. Who was still fully dressed this late at night anyway? Joshua had stripped down to his boxers and an undershirt the moment they'd finished dinner. He ran his hands up and down the man's thighs a couple times... hell, he didn't skip leg day did he?

"Getting nervous there, Josh?" Clean teased, knocking his knee against Joshua's shoulder, with a chuckle "Just like your tattoos. All talk and no delivery."

"That's bullshit and you know it." Joshua said offhandedly "You sure you can get it up, old man?" He smirked, running his hand over the front of Cleen's jeans.

"You're gonna have to use some finesse." Cleen retorted with a smart-arse grin "It isn't like you're a beautiful woman. The visual isn't up to my usual taste."

"We'll see how you feel when I get my mouth on you." Joshua undid the button and pulled down the zipper.

"You think you're that good, do you?" Cleen challenged, shifting to give the kid more space.

"I think you're that sadistic." The younger man offered and pressed his face into Cleen's crotch.

Sometime later

"Don't drop on me." Cleen growled, hand on the back of Joshua's head and his cock sitting deep in the kid's throat "Eyes up, boy." Joshua's eyes flickered up and Cleen cursed when he saw how hazy they were. The kid was breathing heavy, his cheeks flushed pink and lips red where they stretched around Cleen's girth. The older man traced the seam of those red lips and the kid shivered. "We're gonna finish this up and you're gonna sleep it off." Cleen purred.

Joshua hummed and it sent a spark up Cleen's spine. Little shit. He slid his hands around the kid's head, thumbs hooking into his temples and fingers curved under his ears to hook around his neck "Relax." He ordered and Joshua just about melted.

Cleen started slow but watching Joshua, just sit there and take it, hit a nerve. The point was to teach the kid a lesson. He sped up, ramming his cock down the soft, warm channel until it constricted around him harshly and he grinned. He kept the angle and forced it open again and again. Tears formed in the corners of the younger man's eyes but he moaned around the abuse and fuck, that was it. Cleen pulled him in tight and emptied himself down Joshua's throat as it spasmed around him. The kid breathed harshly against the skin of Cleen's lower stomach, where his nose was pressed. Cleen tilted the kid's head just a little, made eye contact and grinned "Swallow." Joshua did, the constriction felt good but he was a little sensitive now "Good boy." Cleen purred, sitting back in the chair.

Joshua made a noise of panic and leaned forward, regaining the inch or so that had slipped out of his mouth when Cleen moved. He sighed when the pressure was back down his throat.

Cleen laughed, not unkindly, and stroked the kid's face lazily "Should've known you were a natural cock warmer." He watched the blissed-out look on Joshua's face and leaned back a bit more, just to see him snuggle in again. "Is this a regular thing or only when you're high?"

A hand curled up the outside of his thigh and tapped a single time.

"One tap for yes?" He checked.

Tap.

"Two taps for no?"

Tap. (Yes.)

"This a regular thing?"

Tap. Tap. (No.)

"Done this before?"

Tap. Tap. (No.)

"You like my cock down your throat?"

Tap. (Yes.)

"And your fingers in your ass?"

Joshua's fingers froze. Cleen had been surprised when he's seen the kid's hand down the back of his boxers, but it wasn't like he cared.

"A girlfriend did it to me once." The older man admitted, gently petting Joshua's hair "Just about shot through the roof." He grinned down at the kid. "How many you got in there?"

Joshua held up 2 fingers.

"You taken dick before?"

Tap. Tap. (No.)

"Do you want to?"

Pause.

Cleen waited patiently.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

"Maybe?"

Tap. (Yes.)

"Fuck." He was getting hard again.

End

Author's Note
Hope you enjoyed, darling.

Until the next bout of inspiration
Anne Hunter