A/N: The one who had seen the entire show described George in terms of his devotion to Nathaniel, but kind of forgot to mention that he was fairly mild-mannered. OOPS! It's also been a few months since we've been available to do a watch party. Once again, don't like, don't read.

We're so scatterbrained, we were halfway through editing chapter 25 before realizing we were on the wrong chapter! One of us has experience as a massage therapist, and another gets at least two professional massages a month, so this chapter was an awkward sort of joy to write.

xoxo

Chapter 14: Relax

George was super excited! He couldn't believe that Nathaniel had asked him to move in with him! That he would be his personal, live in PA had been pushed out of his mind in his excitement. This was a dream come true!

It didn't take him long to pack a few things after work and he headed over to Nathaniel's, not even bothering to knock as he had a key. He strode right in, happy as a clam.

"Nathaniel… I'm home!" he called out in a sing-song voice as he dropped his things by the door and went looking for the man in question. Nathaniel cringed slightly at the overly cheerful tone of George's voice. Well, at least he was eager to do a job well done.

George stopped dead-cold when he spotted Nathaniel—sitting at the dinner table in nothing but his pants—and had to take a moment to settle himself. Wouldn't do to give the game away before it had even begun. But he smiled when he saw the dinner that was waiting for him—them—and came to join Nathaniel at the table.

"How are you feeling, Nat?" he asked softly, daring to shorten his name to the cute little nickname he had always imagined calling him in his head. "Thank you for dinner, this all looks so good!"

Nathaniel cringed further when George called him by the overly familiar nickname, but if they were going to be living together, and George would be helping him with this delicate matter, he would have to pick his battles.

"Thanks. It's Postmates," he said flatly. "Glad you're here. Let's eat, and then I'd like that massage." He kept a massage table in the second bedroom. (But no bed, because he had never anticipated a situation like this.)

"Sure! Whatever you need, Nat." George was totally oblivious to Nathaniel's reactions towards him. All he saw, was that Nat was slowly starting to come around. Least he hoped so. He'd asked him to move in! That was a first step, wasn't it?

They ate in silence, George not being much of a talker at mealtimes, and besides, he knew he would find out everything he wanted to know later. Nat was always kind of a mouth-runner when either in distress or in bliss. That thought almost made George giggle, cause he knew how much Nat loved his massages.

Once they were done with dinner, George, overly eager to help, stood and went to clean the dishes and put them away, before joining Nat in the spare bedroom where he had the massage table set up. Humming softly to himself, he went to set up and light a few incense sticks he had brought with him, mostly to set the mood; he had picked a few smells he knew Nat liked. He then began setting up the oils and things he would need.

He was a bundle of nerves! He had done this a few times for Nat, but never like this. Been asked to move in to help him was a dream come true. When he had settled himself again and had everything set up to the way he liked it, he called out, "Nat! I am ready for you now!" Did that sound too weird? He hoped not!

Nathaniel had stripped down completely once George had gone to set everything up, and now he went into the massage room wearing just a towel wrapped round his waist. George's eyes flew open wide at seeing his boss enter the room, dressed in nothing but a towel.

"Let's get started," Nathaniel said, lying face down on the massage table. "I hate just sitting around all day and missing the gym. My glutes are killing me," he complained.

George swallowed thickly before nodding and waited to Nat got comfortable on the table before he began. He started off by cracking Nat's back and shoulders, pushing in the right spots to make those tense joints pop and loosen to make his work easier. It took time, but anything worth doing was worth doing right. Once he had made sure he had gotten each joint at least once, he reached over for the warming oils that scented of sandalwood, rubbed a little into his hands and started at Nat's calves. He knew where Nat had asked him to start, but this was his domain, and he would start where he wanted to, and savor getting to those delicious parts of Nat's for last… mostly so he could play with them more, if he was really being honest.

Ever so slowly, but firmly, George worked Nat's leg muscles, working out every kink and tense spot he could find, slowly advancing towards his rear.

Nathaniel's breathing quickly became shallow at George's touch. He had had dozens of massages from him before, but tonight, he was reacting to them in a less than professional way. He moaned unabashedly while his legs were rubbed and had to adjust his position slightly to accommodate 'driftwood'.

"So tight tonight, Nat," said George conversationally, trying to get the man talking. "Much more so then usual. What's been going on, besides what you told me?"

Nathaniel really didn't want to talk, especially since he was so… Nope. No. No, he wasn't. His body was simply having a reaction to being touched, since he hadn't slept with anyone (that counted) since he had dumped Mona.

But this was so relaxing, and yet so tensifying, that he couldn't help but confide. Unfortunately, it came out like this:

"Trent~~~"

George froze when he heard the name that came out of Nathaniel's mouth! He pulled back so fast it was if Nathaniel had burned him.

"Excuse ME!?" he all but shouted at the prone man on the table, looking positively horrified. "You just said…." He couldn't speak for a moment, trying to put two and two together to make four, but it just wasn't adding up! Nathaniel had said that Trent had molested him after battering him about in public. Why, then would Nathaniel say that man's name when he was clearly enjoying himself!? "You said he molested you, Nathaniel!"

Nathaniel was in trouble now! George had used his FULL name. "What is the meaning of this! Do—do you like him!?" He paused as he felt his temper start to flare. He couldn't explode at Nathaniel, could he? "What you told me on the phone? The trap? Him hurting you? Was any of it true? DID he hurt you… or hurt your pride!?" He felt his hands balling into fists. "ANSWER ME!"

"N-no," Nathaniel stammered. "Slow down. No." He took a breath. "You asked what's on my mind. It's this ongoing conflict with him. And if you want to know, I… may have undersold what happened." He sighed and went over this, yet again, for yet another person, starting with the ice cream cone and ending at the hospital.

"… and then he put his mouth on me and…. He said at the time he would put oleander extract in my IV if I told anyone, but now a lot of people know. I thought I could at least keep my personal problems a little bit private, but I guess not."

George didn't know what to think. He knew Nathaniel so well, or at least he thought he did. Why then, was this not making sense? But, listening to his story, he could see why Nat would do what he did, right?

"You—you wouldn't hurt me, would you Nat?" he asked so softly, not yet realizing that Nathaniel probably didn't get what George was asking. "You wouldn't lie to me?"

"What? No. Why would I hurt you? Or lie to you?" George sure was acting weird tonight, Nathaniel thought. "And by the way, Magic Fingers, just because I said something while you were working your finger magic doesn't mean I'm into the thing I said. Idiot." Nathaniel wasn't lying to George, but he would be goddamned if he was going to admit to ANYONE he had been fantasizing about what Trent had done. That was the most humiliating part. But George was—if weirdly emotional—at least eager to please.

George smirked a little at the compliment. Magic Fingers? Ohhhhh, it made him positively shiver in delight. Trent? Trent Who?!

"Alright, well… be careful what you moan out. Next time it might not be me who hears you." He gave a little giggle and went back to work.

"… who else would hear m— mmm, that feels good…." Nathaniel relaxed back into the table, or tried to. His breathing went ragged again, and he moaned indecently, but this time no names.

George couldn't help it, he let out a soft giggle at Nat's compliments. He knew he did excellent work, but Nat was the only one whose opinion mattered most to him. It was hard, keeping him at bay and wanting to bring him closer all at the same time. But this was the same dance they had been doing for a while now… and George was sure, one day, Nat would be his… or at the very least, come around.

He had to refresh the oil on his hands and began working his way to Nat's inner thighs. Being very careful not to touch him indecently, he moved the towel and softly kneaded the man's buttocks in his hands, working out the tension he felt there and in his lower back. GODS! What had he been through? Normally, it was like soft bread when he helped Nat relieve some tension. Tonight, everything, and he meant everything, was rock-hard.

"You can change the positions of my limbs and strap them down if it makes it easier," Nathaniel said. Why did everything feel so much more intense tonight? At least the muscle relaxer he had taken was starting to take effect. It made him a little drowsy, but not enough to drop off completely.

Hearing his request, George smiled, took the towel completely off Nat's gorgeous body and smirked wickedly at him. "Your wish… my command," he said huskily. True, he knew Nat had some weird things that he liked, and to be honest, it kind of turned him on too, but he knew the line not to cross and walked it very carefully.

Tying Nat down to the table, his hands above his head, his feet spread-eagled, George took a moment to really look at the man before he began again. Only this time, he took off his shoes and shorts—so he wouldn't abrade that perfect skin, he told himself—and climbed up on the table to straddle Nat's body, resting just slightly in front of his ass.

Using an oil that would make Nat's body tingle in a pleasurable way, as well as heat it up to help relax him, he started at the bottom of his buttocks and massaged, groped, and worked him with his talented hands, all the while secretly enjoying this experience a little too much.

"Beautiful…." he whispered to himself. He moved his hands slowly upwards and dug into Nat's back, working out all the knots he found, rocking slightly against him as he moved. Nat wouldn't care… and it added stimulation.

"Oh YES! Aaaaaaaahhhh…." The sedative, the hot oil, being strapped down and touched… Nathaniel was enjoying every second of this. He was still fantasizing about Trent, but this time he was keeping that to himself, because if he slipped up and moaned Trent's name again, this wondrous touch would stop, and that would be terrible. He settled for moaning and chanting some variation of "oh yes, oh yes, oh god yes, perfect, right there" as his body reacted to being worked on.

Hearing the encouragement and the enjoyment coming from Nat, George felt his body flush with heat, and he so wanted to taste that beautiful body, but wondered if he should? Would Nat get mad at him? At this point, he was willing to throw caution to the wind and just do what he wanted. After all, Nat was tied to the bed.

With that thought in mind, and before he chickened out, as George worked an extremely tight knot in Nat's shoulder, he leaned down and flicked his tongue ever so slightly over Nat's collarbone, ending it with a tiny nip and a kiss as he dug in! "Ohh… sorry, did that hurt, Nat?" he asked sensually. "Let me try again… I promise to be gentle… at first."

Repositioning his hands, using his thumbs mostly, he dug into that tight muscle a little harder than he had to and, at the same time, leaned over and repeated the motion on Nat's other collarbone, this time nipping him a little harder than he meant to. His hips arched in time to his hands' ministrations, but in a slow movement so as not to infer anything, and he didn't put all his weight on Nat either. In this way, he could get away with that action and not have Nat realize what he was doing and fuss at him.

Not that he would care at this moment if he did. His brain was firing on all cylinders, and as he moved his hands back down towards Nat's ass, he took the man's hips into his hands and squeezed hard, as he tilted just enough to bite Nat's left side in a spot George knew he liked. How so? Well, that was his secret….

Nathaniel was too out of his mind with pleasure and his drug to care that George was being incredibly inappropriate. At this point, he wasn't even fully aware it was George. But he held on to the fact that he couldn't say names, any names, names were dangerous, names would make this stop. He loved being bitten like this and he moaned even louder and more obscenely. "No, don't stop," he cried out. He could feel the sensations building inside him, building to a peak… release was within reach….

"Choke me," he gasped out, without thinking about it. "Please… choke me…."

George paused only for a moment, before he leaned over Nat, this time nearly crushing him with his body weight, and wrapped his hand around the man's throat as he used his free hand to dig into Nat's sides, hitting spots he was very familiar with and he knew Nat liked. Keeping his mind clear enough to gauge the pressure he used to choke Nat, he arched against the bound man hard, this time on purpose. If Nat was getting off… well… then so was HE!

"Come for me, Nat… " he said in a harsh voice that had dropped three octaves deeper in his pleasure. In Nat's delirium, he could be 'forgiven' for mistaking the voice as someone else's, right? Ordering Nat to come was dangerous territory and it was a heady feeling as George increased the pressure of his hand around Nat's neck just the slightest. He kissed, nipped, and bit down Nat's body as he strangled the man and worked his body with his other hand, all the while keeping it away from the area he knew better than to touch. This was so exciting! He was about to explode at Nat's reactions to him. HIM!

Nathaniel came almost immediately, waiting only long enough to be ordered to. Glitter burst in his veins, coursing through his every nerve, like the venom from Twilight.

"AUGH! OH, THANK YOU, SIR!" he cried out plaintively as his body thrilled with the best orgasm he had ever had in his life.

"Good boy!" George said as he purred into Nat's ear and then promptly bit it as Nat came., hard and hot.

"God, yes, I'm your good boy," Nathaniel moaned between gasps of pleasure, his body going through aftershock. He lay panting and delirious on the table. A thought nagged at him. Something he wanted.

"Turn me over?" It came out as a mewling request. "Turn me and blindfold me," he added. "And then… Dealer's choice."

George chuckled and slid off the prone man. He moved aside the oils and, one by one, untied Nat's limbs. Helping him to sit up, he grabbed the towel and cleaned off the table and Nat himself. Gripping his shoulder, George shoved him a little too roughly down back on the table. Nathaniel moaned drunkenly as he felt the towel against his skin, and then again as he was repositioned and tied down.

Going to grab a discarded shirt, George used the sleeves to wrap around Nat's head and then set to tying him back to the table. He frog-tied his legs together and then tied them to the table, leaving him very much exposed; his arms, he had positioned behind his head, like he was resting on them, and tied them down in three places, just to be sure that that man wouldn't move, at ALL!

George's heart was racing by this point. He had never gotten to do this before; he was excited, scared, thrilled and nervous all at once! As he came to stand once more beside Nat, he looked down at him and gently stroked his cheek with his fingertips, barely touching him. "May I have your permission to begin?" he asked, because he did not want Nat to throw this back at him later or get mad at him for it when it was him who asked.

The other man's voice was distorted slightly in Nathaniel's ears. He leaned into the soft stroking. "I said… Dealer's choice. My body is yours, Sir. Please… Do with me what you will," he panted.

Not that it mattered what he said, since he was under the influence of a sedative and legally incapable of consent, but George didn't know that.

Hearing those words was all George needed! He had been waiting a long time for this and no way in hell was he passing it up now! He had long fantasized about Nat admitting his feelings for him and just… taking him! While that hadn't exactly happened (beyond the odd after-hours hookup at work), this was the next best thing!

He started slowly, trailing his fingertips ever so lightly over Nat's arms, touching in the places that he knew from experience both brought pleasure and tickled a bit. Starting this way heightened the senses so that when he became rougher, it wouldn't hurt so much. George was normally a very placid, laid-back type of guy, but he did have a wild streak that only ever really peeked out when Nat was around.

Trailing his fingers down Nat's body, George caressed his face, neck, and chest as he dropped feather-light kisses along his soft skin in spots opposite of his hands' touch. Taking the time to flick his tongue teasingly over Nat's nipples, one at a time, he moved both hands and mouth lower, following that cute little happy trail that Nat had.

It didn't take long for Nathaniel to regret his choice of words. The person with him was a sadist— worse, he was edging him! Ohhh, this was so delicious… Nathaniel had a short refractory period, and he was ready to go almost as soon as his back had hit the table. Being tied up and blindfolded made this a thousand times better. He got to completely lose control, completely surrender…

This person knew exactly how to touch him. It was magic. The little kisses tickled him, and he let out small shuddering noises halfway between a laugh and a moan.

George buried his face in Nat's stomach, and bit, HARD, as at the same time, he dug his nails in, gripping Nat's hips almost tightly enough to draw blood. He smelled and tasted sooooo good! Dragging his nails harder down Nat's thighs and legs, he followed with his mouth, licking and nipping in all the right places but the one place he knew Nat wanted him to touch most, drawing out the pleasure, as he watched the man slowly start to come undone before him.

"OHGODOHGODYES," Nathaniel bellowed as he felt the pain on the flesh of his stomach and hips. "God, yes, cut me, make me bleed, lap it up, PLEASE! AAAAaaaaaaaa…." He tried to shift his legs, but he couldn't, and the tension of the straps that held him reminded him he was being held prisoner as someone was using his body for his own pleasure. "Please, please," he panted helplessly.

Hearing Nat's words and moans only inflamed him further. George, for the first time in a long time, was excited, and this only made that fire within him rage out of control! He growled low in his throat and happily obliged Nat's screaming, moaning requests. Instead of gentle touches, George bit harder each time he found a spot he knew would make Nat react to him. Good or bad, at this point, calm, easy-going George DIDN'T CARE! His nails raked along the pale skin, barely drawing blood. Where there were a few tiny droplets, George, who had never done anything like this before in his life, licked them up eagerly and then promptly bit the hell out of Nat again for good measure!

Nathaniel was increasingly out of his mind. He had never done any sort of cutting or blood play before but being scratched and bitten like this made him feel so good. He could feel his cock pulsing in time to the bites, begging to be touched, licked, nibbled….

"Tell me how good it feels, boy!" George rasped out, glaring at the bound man on the table, falling easily into the mindset needed for this type of thing. "You deserve to be punished, don't you! Horrible boy! Tease! I will make you scream!" Each word was punctuated with a hard bite or a damn-near blood drawing scratch from his nails as he raked them harder, deeper, against Nat's chest, sides, and legs.

God yes… How did this man know Nathaniel was into verbal degradation?

"It feels perfect, Sir," he moaned. "Punish me, please— please, Master, I deserve thi-AAAA—"

Giving a loud growl and digging those nails once more into Nat's hips, George leaned down and flicked the tip of Nat's cock with the barest grace of his tongue, and then promptly swallowed him whole! Using tongue, teeth, and lips, he found a pace he knew worked and, digging those nails even deeper, was going to pull Nat completely apart, one screaming chunk at a time!

As soon as Nathaniel felt his cock get some attention, he completely lost control. "YES! Oh GOD, thank you, Master! Oh, I love you… I love you… Please, PLEASE— don't— don't ever stop—!"

George's heart leapt at the words that came out of Nat's mouth! He loved him? FINALLY! It made him increase his attentions as he sucked and stroked him, while at the same time, his free hand left small trails of red down his chest. George did have some experience in this 'scene', and he used his knowledge on the man before him, wanting Nat to feel the most mind shattering pleasure he had ever experienced while learning more about him as they went. Relaxing his throat, he took him ALL the way, and held there a moment, holding his breath so he didn't choke but at the same time, swallowed around him, so Nat would feel the clinching of his esophagus. He did this a few times, before he needed to breathe and lifted fully off Nat to give himself a bit of a break.

"Come for me, boy!" he rasped out. He squeezed Nat's cock hard, midstroke, for he had not stopped using his hand. "You come only when I say you can, and I want you… NOW!" George was so close, having slipped his hand down to his own member and had stroked himself so hard it nearly hurt! He was gonna explode and wanted Nat to come with him!

Nathaniel couldn't come undone, he was already undone, he would do anything that was asked of him, anything at all. He was obedience personified, a broken, mewling mess. He came on command, and then gasped out, "Condom… in the table drawer. Please. I want you…." It was still possible to blush? Did his face exist, for blood to rush into it? "Inside me, please Master, let me feel you," he babbled.

George's release followed quickly as soon as Nat came, but it nearly stopped, if that is somehow possible, at hearing what Nat blurted out next. Touching, kissing, biting… hell, even blowing the man was one thing. But THIS!?

He stalled. This is what he wanted most in the world, and his heart was beating at an erratic pace, but… could he? Once he got to feel how Nat felt, would he be able to let that man go? He had already come so far, hadn't he? Nat had said 'Yes' and asked him to! Oh, hell!

George grabbed the condom from the drawer, slipped it onto his still rock-hard member, and slid up effortlessly, like water, up onto the table. He gripped Nat's knees and shoved them open more, a little harder than he needed to. Spitting on his fingers, he found Nat's opening and circled it, watching his face with a smug, satisfied grin. "You came for me so well, Boy, and asked so sweetly. How can I refuse my good boy what he wants when he is behaving so well?" His voice was still gruff, but affection weaved through it. He slipped his fingers into Nat's opening as he spoke, preparing him.

"Thank you, Master," Nathaniel managed, at the man's praise. "I'll be well behaved for you, just you…."

When he was satisfied that he could do so without hurting Nat, George positioned himself and growled, holding onto Nat's bound knees. "Get ready for me, boy." So saying, he shoved into Nat with one hard thrust of his hips. He paused to give Nat time to get used to him before he shoved again and bottomed out completely inside Nat.

Oh god, this was new, this was… Nathaniel's body jolted and a scream ripped from his throat as he felt the man enter him. He could no longer speak, no longer form words. All was emotion, senseless noises, pleasure and pain and something in between….

It was bliss! It was agony! It was EVERYTHING George thought it would be as he began to move against the man before him, holding him still and making Nat take every pounding thrust of his hips. George had already gotten rock-hard again at hearing Nat's request, so he was already on edge when he started. Ten minutes into it, gasping, swearing, and growling, he came, working Nat's cock with his mouth as he did so!

As Nathaniel came for the th… fou… ? time that night, outright weeping in pleasure and joy, hoarse from every moan and scream, he just about passed out. His body went completely limp; his heart almost stopped! So perfect, SO perfect, how could anyone— anything— how could feel—? His mouth formed shapes, but no sound came out: 'I love you…' and then a couple of formless, indecipherable twitches.

George pulled back with a victorious smirk as Nat came undone under him. Being incredibly careful as he moved to extract himself, George threw the condom into the trashcan and wiped himself off with the towel. "That's my good boy. I love you, too," he whispered as he kissed that pretty little mouth that was just aching to be kissed.

Nathaniel kissed the man back; he had no presence of mind to resist, this time. He moaned softly into the kiss, his heart aching and full, his cock aching and empty.

George reached for the ties that held Nat bound. Slowly, so as not to cause harm, he untied Nat and sat him up after taking the blindfold off. Taking some wipes he had sat on a warmer, he very gently and carefully cleaned Nat up. Blood, semen, and other messes, he wiped away tenderly, making sure he took diligent care of his Nat before helping him stand.

The wipes cleansing Nathaniel's cuts burned him. It felt amazing, and he felt his cock give a tired little twitch and another moan rip from his throat.

"Come on, Nat. Time for bed," George said softly, his voice back to its natural register. Helping the man get under the covers, George smiled softly as he tucked him in and then curled up beside him… tonight had been a change indeed! A delightful one, at that!

Nathaniel leaned on the other, vision bleary, and hobbled on jelly legs to bed. His satin sheets felt amazing on his overly-sensitized skin.

The pillow barriers he had put up got mysteriously moved around through the night, and Nathaniel fell asleep cuddling his bedmate like a teddy bear, head on his shoulder, cheek against cheek….