James' phone began calling one morning while the two of them were still down in the basement; "what'd I say about leaving your phone off silent while we're in bed?" Greg panted while James was on top of him. Greg reached over to switch off the phone, and promptly threw it across the room; "it's your bloody parents again," he growled at James, "I thought I told you to block their number,"
"He whose ass is getting pounded doesn't talk back or challenge," James laughed, and Greg laughed back.
Relaxing later on, Greg looked over at James and said with a laugh, "it's kind of funny what Lisa and Cameron mentioned the other day, comparing us to the family from 'Shameless', kind of ironic, right?"
"No, it was pretty insulting actually, why would you think it was funny?" James muttered, going to get up out of bed.
"Because my mom's maiden name is Gallagher, so that's Rob's, Tyson's and Charlie's last names too; because Jennifer never got married; so, the kids kept her last name. And at least they were always resourceful. Hey, there's a male gay married couple on the show too, one of the kids," Greg relaxed back with his arms crossed behind his head.
"Yeah, hilarious. I know that your mom's maiden name is Gallagher, but I would've hoped that's where the similarities ended, that and the troubled teenage girl having a baby at 15. Somehow, I don't think that Lisa's intentions when she made the comments about us as a family were about the shared last name of Gallagher with a television family like 'Shameless'. That's not what she was meaning by the comparison, Greg. It was intended as an insult. She was only making negative connections and connotations about us because of the way she judged and thought of our lives, as incorrect as she was," James turned to look at Greg who reluctantly agreed with that part, while James was hunting through the clothes on the ground. "God, Greg, do you think that you could be a little bit tidier?" to which Greg just shrugged noncommittedly, and James continued on, "that wasn't really my parents was it?"
"Who rang before while we were having sex? Unless you have someone else in your phone saved as 'dad' I'm pretty sure it was, and if you call anyone else 'daddy' aside from me, then we better have a talk," Greg laughed. James rolled his eyes and kept digging around in the clothes and blanket entangled on the floor. "Ahh, so you found it," Greg continued, "so tell me, who is 'dad' if it's not your male parent?" James unlocked his phone and scrolled down into his messages, before turning white as a ghost, dropping the phone onto the ground and stepping back shakily, "James, what's the matter?" Greg frowned, and watched as James delved deeper and deeper into an incoming panic attack, "James? James!"
James started pacing around the room, nervous energy radiating, almost pulsating, from him "no, no, no," he kept repeating, shaking his head, "no!" he launched forward and punched a wall, before collapsing to his knees in a howl, "well that pulled me out of my panicked, nightmare state," he grumbled, whimpering and clutching at his hand.
"Fucking hell," Greg grumbled, walking over and grabbing him by the wrist to inspect his hand, "you've broken your hand, James. Come on, let's take you to see a doctor," Greg started pulling on a pair of jeans, "do you need help getting a shirt on?" to which James just shook his head, Greg sighed and passed him a shirt from the floor, "put it on then,"
"I'm not going to go to see a doctor, I'm not going to spend my entire day off from all of my duties sitting around in an emergency room waiting to have my hand X-rayed. I'm staying here. I want to spend my day off in bed with you," James grumbled, throwing the shirt back across the room and sitting back down on the bed.
Greg rolled his eyes, picked the shirt up and threw it at James, "maybe you should've thought about that before you treated a cement wall like a boxing bag. Get dressed. I don't want to spend my day in a hospital anymore than you do- but here we are,"
"I'll just bandage it up, it's not that painful," James muttered.
"Sure. We can stay here so long as you can keep a straight face while I do this," Greg bargained, "hold my hand with the sore one," and once James did, Greg squeezed.
"Ahh! You motherfucker! What the fuck is wrong with you?" James screamed.
"You need to see a doctor," Greg muttered, "you lost the bargain. Put your shirt on," Greg turned around to see Rob standing at the top of the door, looking down at them concerned, "Dr Genius broke his hand," Greg explained, "I'm taking him to get it x-rayed and sorted out,"
"You're so going to pay for this when we get home," James muttered as they walked back through the hospital parking lot back to the Chevy; "the day's not over yet,"
"Well, at least I know what the safe action is going to be," Greg answered back, "to squeeze your hand like a boa constrictor,"
"You're assuming that I'm going to let you have use of your hands, big mistake, Greggy boy," James laughed.
Greg stopped and spun around at James, his eyes flashing dangerously, "what the fuck, James! How many times do I have to damn tell you to not call me that! Especially in that context!" and in that moment, Greg shoved James roughly and then slapped him across the face so hard that he staggered back, Greg raised his hand again and thwacked him again so that James was now near on cowering on the ground.
"Shit, Greg, I'm so sorry… I think it was some of the pain killers that they gave me. I didn't think at all, it just came out… I wasn't thinking, I'm so sorry, please forgive me," James begged, as he staggered back onto his feet.
Greg looked around them; "get in the truck," he muttered, "there's people watching, we can sort this out when we get home… Mind your own business!" Greg yelled at a man and a woman who were watching the exchange, he grabbed James by the arm, "get in the truck, get in the truck!" as Greg looked over his shoulder to see the man was now on the phone to someone, at least they're far enough away to not get a read on the numberplate of the truck, Greg thought to himself, as they peeled out of the hospital parking lot.
They pulled up in the driveway, and Greg jumped out and shifted the sequoia out of the front of the driveway, moved the truck in front, before parking the SUV back behind it, "hopefully that's hidden enough," he muttered.
An hour later, there was a loud banging on the door, James went over to answer it to see two police officers on the other side of the door; "we're looking for a James Wilson?" the man asked.
"That's me," James frowned.
"We need to talk to you about an incident that occurred this afternoon in the parking lot at a hospital, there were reports of you being in the company of another man who hit you twice… we're just doing a welfare check and making sure that all is okay and we're here if you need us," the policewoman offered.
"Yeah, everything's fine. It's… it's a sexual thing I'm into," James mumbled, fiddling nervously with his hair; "dominance, degradation, violence, that kind of thing,"
"Okay, sir, we don't need to know all that. We're just checking to make sure that you're safe and that you don't need to put up with it if you decide to end this relationship," the man added, "here's some supports for you if you need them,"
"Thanks," James muttered, shoving them in his pocket, "was there anything else I can help you with?" the cops shook their heads, "well okay then, have a great day," as James closed the door, "cops are gone!" James shouted back down the staircase.
"Come down here, baby," Greg called up the stairs, and James walked down them, closing and latching the door at the top of the staircase behind him, "in order to make it up to you… I'm going to give you permission to do a round on me, absolutely anything your heart desires. No limits. I can't say 'no' I have to let you do anything and everything you want without taking anything off the table," Greg smiled seductively at him at the bottom of the stairs, leaning forward and kissing him, which James then pulled away and placed his hand pausingly on Greg's chest.
"Greg, that's a very bad idea. Are you wanting to give yourself a panic attack and a few nights of night terrors? Because that's exactly what'll happen," James shook his head, "you know that I'm into some very dark things and fantasies, the last time we even tried just consensual non-consent sex you ended up having a huge panic attack and it terrified me. And you were the one in power. How do you think you'd do if it were happening to you? The last thing I want to do is to cause you to get hurt. Mentally or physically. And that'll end up happening,"
"I've been going to therapy," Greg purred, kissing James on his neck, "everything will be fine,"
"My bruised cheekbone and the presence of police coming to our home from accidentally calling you by an old nickname begs to differ," James continued, "Greg- I'd love to be able to explore other things with you, but I don't think that you're quite ready to yet. And that's fine, I'm happy to wait as long as you need me to; but I don't want to undo that work by jumping in too early,"
"Please?" Greg began rubbing James' crotch and used his other hand to pull him forward in a passionate, thirsty kiss. James pulled back and sighed in exasperation before he gripped the bridge of his nose with his non bandaged hand, "come on Jimmy, I know that you were in the mood for a bit of rough sex on our only day off while Rob took the kids out; come on, try it, you might like it,"
"I'm sure that I'll absolutely love it, Greg, but my concern is about you. I don't think that you're necessarily ready for sex that's anything more than basic; based off past attempts. I know that you've been going to therapy, and that's great, but I don't think that we're necessarily at that stage where things are going to go off without a hitch…"
"How about if it starts getting too much, we have a safe word, yeah? What about… cinnamon? Yeah, that works- cinnamon! Come on, James, I can feel little Jimmy is excited about it," Greg purred.
"I'm getting an erection because you have your hand down my pants and on my cock! You know what? Fine, let's do this, but- you have to stop me before you start spinning out or anything, okay? Get on your knees and get to work," as he gently guided Greg down onto his knees and pulled his semi erect cock out from his pants and was soon gasping and clutching onto the stair handrail, "bed, bed," he panted, gently pushing Greg's shoulder as Greg stripped his clothes off and leapt onto the bed while James pulled off his own clothes and grabbed the bottle of lube before climbing onto the bed as well, "last chance," James frowned, feeling a sickening wave of concern creep up him, "you sure, you certain that you want to do this? Because we can just do it as we normally do, in fact I might be a bit more comfortable-"
"Shut up and fuck me, James! No limits, remember? Anything that turns you on, I want maximum energy!" Greg near on yelled back and was silenced when James open palm slapped him across the back of the head, "that's more like it," Greg panted.
"Shut up!" James snapped, then remembered what Greg had done when he'd been in control last time and grabbed a belt that was lying discarded on the floor, looping it over Greg's head and around his neck, pulling back until he heard gasping as he began fucking him as hard as he possibly could. He leant over and bit Greg hard on the back of his shoulder and heard only a tiny whimper in response, which James then tugged the belt back tighter and smacked him across the side of his head again and silence fell from Greg. James didn't last long until he started feeling a warm rush come over him as he came deep inside Greg, who reached around and pulled at some of James' hair that was hanging over near his hand to which James then grabbed his arm and bit down hard on Greg's wrist to the point of drawing blood by the time he'd put down more and more pressure the closer and closer he got to orgasm, until he finally released Greg's wrist from his mouth afterwards and pulled out, untangling the belt from around his neck.
"You're into biting?" Greg frowned in disbelief rolling over, and cradled his wrist, "you bit me, twice!" and then let out an awkward laugh. James just shrugged back, feeling awkward as well and that it had felt right at the time, but admitted it'd never really been something that he'd ever tried before.
"None of that freaked you out too much?" James frowned.
"I don't really like the hitting, if I'm being honest," Greg responded, "but otherwise it's not too bad… I've had worse," he added, then started laughing at his dark inside joke while James frowned, concerned.
Sitting on the couch later that evening, just before dinner, Rob returned with the kids, "hey, guys! How was your day out?" James smiled.
"It was good, granddad got a girlfriend," Tyson jumped up on James' lap, "what happened to your hand?"
"Oh, I hurt it. So, I've got a bandage on it," James shrugged, "granddad has a girlfriend now, does he?" James looked up at Rob.
"I was chatting to a woman in the park with the kids and made a friend. Tyson is being hyperbolic, what's new?" Rob rolled his eyes as he let Charlie's hand go and she rushed over to Greg and climbed up on his lap.