Fic: What Eric Chooses to Do (Ewan/Eric, NC-17, for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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salixbabylonTitle: What Eric Chooses to Do
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
heartofslash
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Ewan McGregor/Eric Bana
Prompt: 21. Spreader Bars
Word Count: 1055
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: It's all about choices...
What Eric Chooses to Do
He will never do it again.
He will never brag or let out any secrets about their relationship.
He will never presume.
He will never again make any assumptions about Ewan's willingness to take part in any sexual activity.
He will never be cocky, unless being cocky is something specifically demanded of him by Ewan.
No, wait. He will be cocky, but only when it's his turn.
He will never take Ewan for granted. Ever. Ever again.
And if he is ever let out of these restraints...
...if his ankles are ever unbuckled from the padded leather cuffs that hold them to either end of the spreader bar...
...if his wrists are ever unbuckled from that same spreader bar...
...if the spreader bar to which he is so humiliatingly tethered is ever lowered from the chain and hook that keep his wrists and ankles suspended up above his torso...
...if his ass is ever not being held up off the bed, open and exposed and vulnerable like that...
But then that would mean that Ewan wouldn't be fucking him like this, very hard and a little angry but oh so very perfectly.
No. Eric doesn't ever want that to stop.
"Not so cocky now, are you? Without your friend to back you up. No one's holding me down now, are they?"
Ewan is sweating, and the sweat rolls off his forehead and drips onto the back of Eric's thigh, mingling with Eric's sweat.
Eric would respond 'no.' He would say 'No, sir, no one is holding you down. You have me tied down.' But he can't because there's a fucking ball gag in his mouth and even if it weren't there he wouldn't respond because it's not his place to respond.
He already had his chance. Ewan was sitting at the table eating his dinner and Eric had knelt on the floor, already naked and with his collar firmly buckled in place and said, "That was wrong of me to bring Hugh into this without asking, and to assume you would want to bottom. I'm sorry for my presumption, sir. I'm ready to take my punishment."
Ewan had snorted and swallowed his bite of lasagna and patted Eric on the head. "What are you on about, Eric? I had a great time."
Eric had fumbled around for a while talking about informed consent and mutual decision making but it became clear quite quickly that Ewan didn't give a shit, especially when he slammed his mug down on the table and grabbed Eric by the hair, twisting his head up and back.
"Look," he said, a little irritated but not enough to take the twinkle out of his eyes, "I had fun. You had fun. Hugh had fun. I didn't even think it was possible for someone to come that much on the third go of the night – so Hugh had loads of fun. Now I'm trying to eat my dinner and you're acting like you started World War Three. Do you have some need to be punished or something?"
Eric had blinked. Nodded. His need, not Ewan's.
Ewan's face had brightened into an almost blinding grin. "Oh, all right, mate," he'd said, wiping his hands on a napkin. Then he'd shoved two fingers under the collar and forced Eric's head down. "I'll teach you to put that collar on without permission," he snarled.
A kick sent Eric the rest of the way to the floor and then Ewan was standing over him, straddling him, hands in his jeans, cock out, hand flying on the solid length, one booted foot on Eric's naked shoulder, head thrown back, knees crashing down on Eric's chest, knocking the wind out of him, come flying out into Eric's stunned open mouth and over his face.
"Ahhhhh," Ewan groaned and sat on Eric's stomach, heedless that he was ruthlessly crushing Eric's erection as he did so. "Nothing like a fast, hard wank for dessert." He reached down and smeared the come across Eric's lips and then bent over, face close, tongue licking, wet and messy. "I'm the only one who buckles that collar on you. You got that?"
Eric had tried to nod without bumping his nose against Ewan's nose.
He's not even sure how he ended up on the bed attached to this contraption. He does remember Ewan leading him by the cock, which had hurt but it had only made him harder so it was good, and telling him he was going to really love this, but then, Ewan is usually right about things like that.
Ewan pulls out suddenly, and the lack feels like pain. Eric panics and heaves, trying to get Ewan's cock back inside him. He can't see much; there's sweat in his eyes.
Then he feels it. Wet and hot, hitting his aching balls, sliding down to his gaping asshole.
A single fingertip runs up his cock. Flicks him. Hard.
"Come."
When Eric wakes up the spreader bar is gone. So is the ball gag. The cuffs have disappeared. He's not sticky anywhere anymore. His asshole might have even started to close.
Maybe he imagined the whole thing. But there is a chain dangling from the ceiling.
So it did happen.
Ewan is sitting on the edge of the bed twirling the leather collar around his fingers. "Oh, you're back," he says cheerfully. "Got all that angst out of you, have you?"
Eric nods.
Ewan leans over and kisses him on the cheek. "Good. I'm just going to put this collar away for a little while. You've been taking it far too seriously lately, love. I want everything to be of your own free will from now on."
Free will. Isn't that when you have to make decisions for yourself?
Eric doesn't like to have to make too many decisions when his penis is involved. It's so much easier if there's a script.
Then the collar is gone. He doesn't know where Ewan put it. He could search for it. But he decides not to.
Instead, he spends the night with his arms wrapped around Ewan and his utterly spent cock pressed between the cheeks of Ewan's ass, but not doing anything in particular because, well, it's so spent it needs the sleep more than Eric does.
And because that's what Eric chooses to do.
~end~
Author:
heartofslashFandom: RPS
Characters: Ewan McGregor/Eric Bana
Prompt: 21. Spreader Bars
Word Count: 1055
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: It's all about choices...
He will never do it again.
He will never brag or let out any secrets about their relationship.
He will never presume.
He will never again make any assumptions about Ewan's willingness to take part in any sexual activity.
He will never be cocky, unless being cocky is something specifically demanded of him by Ewan.
No, wait. He will be cocky, but only when it's his turn.
He will never take Ewan for granted. Ever. Ever again.
And if he is ever let out of these restraints...
...if his ankles are ever unbuckled from the padded leather cuffs that hold them to either end of the spreader bar...
...if his wrists are ever unbuckled from that same spreader bar...
...if the spreader bar to which he is so humiliatingly tethered is ever lowered from the chain and hook that keep his wrists and ankles suspended up above his torso...
...if his ass is ever not being held up off the bed, open and exposed and vulnerable like that...
But then that would mean that Ewan wouldn't be fucking him like this, very hard and a little angry but oh so very perfectly.
No. Eric doesn't ever want that to stop.
"Not so cocky now, are you? Without your friend to back you up. No one's holding me down now, are they?"
Ewan is sweating, and the sweat rolls off his forehead and drips onto the back of Eric's thigh, mingling with Eric's sweat.
Eric would respond 'no.' He would say 'No, sir, no one is holding you down. You have me tied down.' But he can't because there's a fucking ball gag in his mouth and even if it weren't there he wouldn't respond because it's not his place to respond.
He already had his chance. Ewan was sitting at the table eating his dinner and Eric had knelt on the floor, already naked and with his collar firmly buckled in place and said, "That was wrong of me to bring Hugh into this without asking, and to assume you would want to bottom. I'm sorry for my presumption, sir. I'm ready to take my punishment."
Ewan had snorted and swallowed his bite of lasagna and patted Eric on the head. "What are you on about, Eric? I had a great time."
Eric had fumbled around for a while talking about informed consent and mutual decision making but it became clear quite quickly that Ewan didn't give a shit, especially when he slammed his mug down on the table and grabbed Eric by the hair, twisting his head up and back.
"Look," he said, a little irritated but not enough to take the twinkle out of his eyes, "I had fun. You had fun. Hugh had fun. I didn't even think it was possible for someone to come that much on the third go of the night – so Hugh had loads of fun. Now I'm trying to eat my dinner and you're acting like you started World War Three. Do you have some need to be punished or something?"
Eric had blinked. Nodded. His need, not Ewan's.
Ewan's face had brightened into an almost blinding grin. "Oh, all right, mate," he'd said, wiping his hands on a napkin. Then he'd shoved two fingers under the collar and forced Eric's head down. "I'll teach you to put that collar on without permission," he snarled.
A kick sent Eric the rest of the way to the floor and then Ewan was standing over him, straddling him, hands in his jeans, cock out, hand flying on the solid length, one booted foot on Eric's naked shoulder, head thrown back, knees crashing down on Eric's chest, knocking the wind out of him, come flying out into Eric's stunned open mouth and over his face.
"Ahhhhh," Ewan groaned and sat on Eric's stomach, heedless that he was ruthlessly crushing Eric's erection as he did so. "Nothing like a fast, hard wank for dessert." He reached down and smeared the come across Eric's lips and then bent over, face close, tongue licking, wet and messy. "I'm the only one who buckles that collar on you. You got that?"
Eric had tried to nod without bumping his nose against Ewan's nose.
He's not even sure how he ended up on the bed attached to this contraption. He does remember Ewan leading him by the cock, which had hurt but it had only made him harder so it was good, and telling him he was going to really love this, but then, Ewan is usually right about things like that.
Ewan pulls out suddenly, and the lack feels like pain. Eric panics and heaves, trying to get Ewan's cock back inside him. He can't see much; there's sweat in his eyes.
Then he feels it. Wet and hot, hitting his aching balls, sliding down to his gaping asshole.
A single fingertip runs up his cock. Flicks him. Hard.
"Come."
When Eric wakes up the spreader bar is gone. So is the ball gag. The cuffs have disappeared. He's not sticky anywhere anymore. His asshole might have even started to close.
Maybe he imagined the whole thing. But there is a chain dangling from the ceiling.
So it did happen.
Ewan is sitting on the edge of the bed twirling the leather collar around his fingers. "Oh, you're back," he says cheerfully. "Got all that angst out of you, have you?"
Eric nods.
Ewan leans over and kisses him on the cheek. "Good. I'm just going to put this collar away for a little while. You've been taking it far too seriously lately, love. I want everything to be of your own free will from now on."
Free will. Isn't that when you have to make decisions for yourself?
Eric doesn't like to have to make too many decisions when his penis is involved. It's so much easier if there's a script.
Then the collar is gone. He doesn't know where Ewan put it. He could search for it. But he decides not to.
Instead, he spends the night with his arms wrapped around Ewan and his utterly spent cock pressed between the cheeks of Ewan's ass, but not doing anything in particular because, well, it's so spent it needs the sleep more than Eric does.
And because that's what Eric chooses to do.
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Date: 2007-06-25 07:10 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-06-25 07:13 am (UTC)Thanks.
*wibbles*
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Date: 2007-06-27 06:26 pm (UTC)Always happy to serve.
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Date: 2007-06-25 08:34 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-06-26 03:14 am (UTC)Love the emotions in this, but the passion...that's kinda scary, in a good way. I love how both of you write these boys.
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Date: 2007-06-27 06:29 pm (UTC)*snoggles*
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Date: 2007-06-28 01:38 am (UTC)And...I think I know where you got the idea for the padded leather cuffs. I've seen them. They are amazing. I definitely want some.
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Date: 2007-06-28 11:33 pm (UTC)I mean, I've heard that it works just fine...
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Date: 2007-06-28 11:46 pm (UTC)I think you should check just to be sure. Wouldn't want to be putting Eric through anything any one of us couldn't handle.
*holds out wrists*
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Date: 2007-07-04 02:36 am (UTC)Damn. That's what happens when you put team up a couple of pervy geeks.
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Date: 2007-09-14 05:07 pm (UTC)Jen ;->
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Date: 2007-09-16 05:03 pm (UTC)Glad you liked!