Jared Gaines (thatbigguy) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2019-09-01 02:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | #december 2017, jared, jared x ty, ty |
Who: Ty and Jared
When: morning, Saturday, Dec 30th
Where: Ty’s place
Status: Complete
Warning: NSFW, somewhat problematic
Ty woke up with a start, his heart beating hard in his chest and his sides itching like crazy. He was disoriented at first -- the light coming in from the window was wrong, the texture of the sheets was wrong, where was Reagan? It took him a few seconds to remember that he was back at home, and presumably Reagan was too. It was over. He turned his head and saw the bulk of Jared’s back and shoulders emerging from the covers, his breaths still long and slow. The sound was usually soothing, it had lulled Ty back to sleep on more than one occasion, but right then it was irritating. How was he sleeping so goddamn well?
He got out of bed, careful not to jostle Jared, and padded to the bathroom to take a piss. Ty squirmed a bit as he stood there and emptied his bladder. The scratches were itching. That was usually a sign of healing, it was a good thing, but it made him want to rub his sides against the edge of the counter, like a bear scratching on a tree. Which would be a horrible idea at the moment, because every movement reminded him he had a cracked rib.
Instead of going back to bed, Ty went to the kitchen. His stomach felt empty and yawning, like it was getting bigger with no food in it, so he opened up the fridge to rummage around. Then the cabinets. Nothing and everything looked appealing all at once. Restless and annoyed that he couldn’t make up his mind, Ty forgot about being quiet and slammed a couple of the cabinet doors closed before he went back to the fridge. God, he was hungry.
Jared could be a heavy sleeper at times when his body needed the rest and he felt secure enough to ignore noises around him. It had been a while since he slept that soundly, there was just too much going on, too many frightening and strange things happening, he wasn't sure he would ever sleep deeply again. He slept through Ty leaving, his subconscious aware that this was his boyfriend and that leaving the bed was normal. It was the slamming of cupboard doors that jolted him awake and he'd barely registered he was conscious before he'd flipped around, feeling for Ty who of course wasn't there. He sat up, head spinning a bit with dizziness and it took him a moment to get his bearings. It was warm, he was at Ty's place and glancing at his phone made him feel a little more grounded and safe. There were bars, they weren't disconnected again. He shuffled out of bed and pulled his boxers on, not quite at ease enough to wander out of the bedroom naked. "Hey," he murmured as he stepped into the kitchen, stifling a yawn. "I can make you something if you're hungry." Sleepy or not, he felt like taking care of Ty. His man was hurt, it felt only right.
The idea of cooking for himself had seemed like a huge pain in the ass to Ty, so he’d pulled out the milk and was reaching for a cereal box when Jared showed up. Irritation flashed through him. The offer made him want to cook, if only to prove he didn’t need the help. Ty knew that was ridiculous of course, and he scrubbed a hand over his face. “I got it,” he said, and it came out a little short. “I don’t ... want anything heavy, anyway.” He proceeded to grab the cereal and a bowl to go with it. Ty kept his back to Jared -- it was bare, since he’d also only put on boxers -- as he poured himself a breakfast. “I was gonna start some coffee,” he added in a mutter. Ty didn’t feel like he actually needed or wanted any coffee, but Jared probably did, and the first one up generally got the machine going.
Jared made his way into the kitchen and gently patted Ty's butt as he passed him to go make the coffee. "You okay, babe?" he murmured and so far he was chalking Ty's irritation up to pain or shitty sleep. He couldn't really blame him for being in a crappy mood and cabin fever was probably setting in too with how he couldn't come to work yet. He wasn't used to Ty taking it out on him but so far he tried not to take it personally.
“Yeah,” Ty answered with a sigh. He splashed milk over his cereal and had to open two drawers to get to the one with the utensils. In his own damn kitchen. Ugh. Ty grabbed a spoon and shut the drawer harder than necessary. “Just ... outta sorts, I guess.” He moved to sit down at the table, and started to eat. It was satisfyingly crunchy, but the first couple of bites didn’t feel great going down. He tried to calm whatever the restless feeling in his chest was and refocus himself. “How’d you sleep?” he asked Jared. Ty had been awake when he’d come back after clean-up duty the night before, but they’d both gone to bed without saying much.
Jared peeked out the kitchen window, something was quickly becoming a habit for him lately. It looked sunny and nice out which calmed his nerves somewhat and he could focus on getting the coffee started. "Well, it's been a rough week," he muttered. "I slept like a log, didn't even hear you get up," he replied as he measured out the coffee. "How about you? How are you feeling physically? You could probably come with me to the station today, find something to do." He shot Ty a little smile over his shoulder and hoped that the idea of getting out of the house might lift him up a little.
Leaving would be nice, though part of Ty immediately got nervous. If he left, he could get stuck out there again, unprepared. What if the monsters weren’t actually gone, they were just waiting for everyone to let their guard down again? He knew that was irrational, the fog was practically gone, but nothing about what had happened to them in the past couple of days had been rational. Ty had gotten mutilated by a fucking monster, for fuck’s sake. “I feel sore, and the scratches itch like hell, but okay otherwise,” he answered, though the last bit wasn’t entirely true. He felt restless and agitated, like he needed to get outside and run. That wasn’t good for healing though, and it was still cold as fuck according to his phone. Getting out and doing some work might really help, he thought. “Sure, I’ll go see what’s what, see what Grady says,” Ty added after another bite of cereal. “When are you goin’ in?”
"Three," Jared said and eyed the clock again. It was disgustingly early and he hadn't wanted to wake up so soon but Ty seemed jittery and unhappy which made Jared very reluctant to leave him. "I'm going back to bed soon," he warned him with a little smile. "I figure a couple more hours of sleep won't hurt." He leaned against the counter when the machine was ready and watched Ty with a warm but slightly concerned gaze. "You should join me. We could have the gentlest sex we've ever had." With Ty's injury and all the craziness of late, they hadn't had sex since before the fog and Jared was really starting to feel it. Like something was missing, something he could for sure live without but not without being absolutely miserable about it.
It was probably counterintuitive to drink coffee when you were just going back to bed, but they were both so immune to caffeine now, Ty didn’t think it would make a difference. He still didn’t want any, restless energy already running through him. He was almost done with the bowl of cereal, but it didn’t feel like enough, like the hearty granola and milk hadn’t even begun to fill his stomach up. But maybe it wasn’t his stomach. Maybe he needed something else. Fucking Jared always made him feel better, and he realized too that it had been a while (for them, anyway) since they’d knocked boots. Ty got up to rinse the bowl out and tuck it into the dishwasher. “It doesn’t have to be gentle,” he said, shooting Jared a glance that was full of mixed emotions. “I ain’t gonna break.” Big talk for a guy with a cracked rib, maybe, but whatever. At the moment he felt like a little pain might actually feel good.
Jared clucked his tongue and gave Ty a skeptical look. "Gentle is preferable when you've got broken ribs," he pointed out. "Doesn't mean it won't be fun." He was feeling the weight of everything that had happened, the stress Ty was under, the stress he was under, and trying to be lighthearted about it wasn't really cutting it. He reached out with one arm, beckoning Ty closer. "C'mere," he murmured because closeness always made him feel better and it seemed to be true for Ty as well.
Ty wasn’t sure how to express how he was feeling, but he already knew Jared was picking up on his Mood. It was probably difficult not to, given how he felt like he was vibrating with ... whatever this feeling was. Bad energy, whatever. Closeness did usually help, so Ty closed the dishwasher and stepped into Jared’s space, slipping both arms around his big boyfriend’s waist. Ty nudged his face into the crook of Jared’s neck and tried to let go of the tension, taking a few slow, deep breaths. This was just a temporary setback, he would heal, he could get back to work for real, everything would be fine.
Jared wrapped his arms around Ty's shoulders and brushed his lips against his temple. Closeness always helped him and he hoped it made Ty feel more at ease because it was all he could give him at the moment. "Isn't it a little strange how everything is going back to normal?" he murmured and yes, it was a good thing but that didn't mean it wasn't strange. "I half expected a quarantine, military on every corner. Maybe I've watched too many movies." Still. Giant monsters, fog that lasted this long, the wreckage around town. He had expected something to happen, for life to take a drastic turn into a stranger territory. "Not complaining, this is so much better."
‘Normal’ was subjective, and something in Ty’s chest raged that there would never be a ‘normal’ again. He understood what Jared meant though. The last fog they’d had had drawn in some sort of state agency, guys in hazmat suits taking readings on strange instruments. Ty hadn’t been out of the apartment yet, but since Jared hadn’t mentioned it, he was assuming those guys were nowhere to be found this time. Not yet anyway. “Is it?” he muttered, still holding onto his man. He didn’t know why he felt the urge to squeeze and squeeze and squeeze, but it was there under the surface. “With everybody pretending it was just crazy weather and rabid bears or something and going back to their bullshit like nothing happened? I dunno.”
"Yeah I dunno either," Jared sighed. "I don't really care as long as you're here and safe. I'd be so lost without you." And he did feel good right now, with Ty in his arms and the smell of coffee starting up behind him, almost like things were really normal again. Except he could still feel that jittery energy in Ty, like his mood was a tangible thing between them. "A quarantine would suck though."
Any sort of outside presence would suck, Ty thought bitterly. They never solved anything. They just made people scared for a while and then they disappeared and never helped. Being unable to get out of town did sound nightmarish, but wasn’t everything lately? Ty shut his eyes tight and took a deep, slow breath. “Yeah, let’s hope they don’t wanna do that,” he murmured because it was better than talking about how useless that would be in the first place. There was no reason to take his mood out on Jared. “If anybody even comes.”
Maybe not was not the time for terrible jokes but Jared had to take a chance because if there was even a small hope it made Ty smile, it was worth the risk. So he pulled back a little and cupped Ty's face, giving him a serious look. "Oh, someone is coming," he said pointedly, tilting his head and cocking a brow. "If I have a say in it." It was so cheesy but he had to try and sexual innuendo was a noble attempt.
The smile that Ty gave was hardly a smile at all, more of a twitch of his lips as his dark eyes studied Jared’s face. He hated that it didn’t make him laugh, hated the restless feeling in his chest, hated that he didn’t feel like flirting back. This was a rare mood for Ty; he got anxious and agitated like every human, but there was usually some situation surrounding it. He was safe at home in his own kitchen with the love of his life, he should’ve been the most chill person in the world. Impulsively, trying to direct that energy somewhere, Ty darted in to kiss Jared. It was a bit more hard and aggressive than he meant it to be, but he couldn’t seem to rein it in at the moment.
Roughness wasn't a new thing in their relationship but there was a wrongness to the way Ty kissed him that Jared couldn't ignore. He went with it anyway, chalking it up to pain and frustration. If he could help, in any possible way, he wanted to do just that and not irritate Ty further by forcing him to vocalize his feelings or some shit. So he kissed him back, tightening his hold on his face a little and decided the coffee could wait. It just wasn't going to be easy to be gentle with Ty setting this tone and Jared was acutely aware of his fractured ribs.
They weren’t always gentle with one another, but there was generally more build up to that intensity. Ty didn’t feel like he had the patience for build up. He just wanted something, anything to distract him, somewhere to focus the antsy feeling in his whole body. And if Jared would go along and fuck him rough, maybe hurt him a little, he couldn’t shake the sense that he would feel better. Ty pushed his body into Jared’s until they ran into the edge of the counter, his hands coming up to roam over Jared’s bare upper body. He deepened the kiss with a demanding tongue, a desperate little sound escaping him.
Jared would be lying if he tried to tell himself he wasn't loving this but he could love it and feel concern at the same time, which he did. He made the executive decision to trust Ty with his own body, certain that coddling him would fuel whatever frustration he was feeling and so he quieted down that desperate voice reminding him to go slow and gentle. He kissed Ty back with fervor, not worried about hurting him for now since he wasn't touching his torso yet, his focus on his face and neck. "Bedroom," he groaned against his lips and yes, the coffee could definitely wait.
At least Jared wasn’t fighting it. Ty didn’t know how he would be reacting otherwise, but it didn’t feel good. Even the kissing didn’t feel all the way good, there was still an underlying current of something bad, something tense and angry. Frustrated? Something. Ty didn’t know and he didn’t want to spend the time to find out, not at the moment. At the moment he wanted to be fucked through the mattress. Or on the countertop. But it seemed like the mattress was more likely. He nodded breathlessly at the single word, and peeled himself off of Jared, catching his hand to pull him along as Ty turned to hurry for the bedroom.
Jared followed along and as soon as they were in the bedroom he let go of Ty's hand and caught him by the hips, slipping his hands underneath his boxers. "What position?" he asked before kissing him again. "I don't know what'll hurt the least for you." He nudged his boxers down a little, moving one hand toward his crotch and wrapping it around Ty's hardening cock. he half wished he'd experienced this sort of injury so he had any idea what it felt like and what he needed to be cautious of, feeling a little at a loss how to treat Ty and trying desperately not to be to careful with him because he knew he would hate that.
Ty didn’t know what would hurt the least either. All of it would hurt, but all of it would feel good at the same time, he thought. It did hurt more to lift his arms over his head, so he didn’t think bending over would feel great, but on the bottom meant a lot of weight on him, but on top was a lot of core work ... fuck. Anger at the asshole monster that had hurt him flashed through Ty, and he nipped at Jared’s bottom lip before he kissed him firmly again. He tugged at the front of Jared’s boxers to take him in hand as well, then lowered himself to his knees. “I dunno, but we’ll find it,” he said before he wrapped his lips around the head of Jared’s cock and started sucking.
Being so firmly in tune with Ty's feelings had Jared feeling a little jittery and for a second the thought 'don't bite' flashed through his mind. It didn't feel right, having Ty on his knees right now, he felt like he should be pampering him and not making him do any of the 'work' involved in sex. "Can you lie on your side?" he murmured, running his fingers through Ty's short hair. He was busy coming up with reasonable positions for them to try and spooning seemed like a good choice as well as possibly having Ty on his back as long as Jared supported the weight of his legs and didn't put any weight on him. He really couldn't wait until Ty was healed, nervous about hurting him more.
It wasn’t work to Ty, his legs were absolutely fine, and having Jared’s cock in his mouth was distracting. He needed that. Needed to spend this weird energy on something good, like pleasuring his man. Lying on his side once they got to that point seemed like a good idea. He’d been sleeping some on his ‘good’ side, the one with no broken ribs, and the pressure against the scratches had actually felt good. Not that he felt like pain would stop him today. Ty hummed an affirmative response, glancing up at Jared’s face as he slid his cock deeper with every head bob, trying to make it look good without trying too hard. He really just wanted Jared to stop fretting and get lost in it like Ty was trying to do.
Jared had a weak spot for the way Ty looked up at him when he sucked his cock. It was always intense and it always made his stomach flutter and his balls feel heavier. He licked his lips and took a shaky breath, letting his hand rest on the back of Ty's head. "I can't wait to fuck you, baby," he whispered, now that he knew the mechanics of how he could do it. "I've missed fucking you so much." It hadn't been that long but it felt like forever because those two days alone without him in the fog had felt like an eternity dragging on so it might as well have been a year since they last had sex. "Fuck, this feels good too." He let himself relax a little but there was tension in his shoulders and back that he couldn't quite shake.
That was a better response, and something in Ty was satisfied for the moment. Or at least not as restless, and that felt better. Jared’s words settled hotly in the pit of Ty’s stomach, and his fingers squeezed the base of Jared’s cock a bit tighter as he groaned around it. It felt like it had been way too long to him too, and he was suddenly dying for it, to be locked in that straining, undulating embrace with his man. Ty knew in his head that Jared would be more gentle and careful than what he was picturing, but it was definitely a turn on to have running through his mind. He pulled off of Jared’s cock to run his tongue along the shaft and around the head, tossing another hot look up at him. “I’ve missed being filled up with this fat cock,” he murmured to him, giving Jared another soft suck. “You ready to fuck me, baby?”
"Fuck yeah," Jared groaned and his cock twitched on Ty's tongue as if it too needed to take part in the conversation and let them know it was ready. Jared cupped the side of Ty's face, running his thumb along his ear. "Can't you feel how hard I am for you?" He hadn't thought about Ty in a sexual way during the fog, too scared, cold and exhausted to even go there but he was warm now, safe and close to his man again, sexual thoughts came flooding back with ease and now, with Ty's mouth expertly working his cock, there wasn't room for much more in his head.
Ty had been in too much pain and his hold on consciousness too tenuous to be any sort of horny, but this brand of reconnecting was still making him feel better. He loved Jared intensely, no matter how weird his mood was today, and this was a big way they expressed that love to each other. Ty leaned his head in against the touch, his eyes fluttering closed as he bobbed his head slowly over Jared’s cock again. There was no questioning how hard he was, and Ty moaned low around him. He stayed where he was for another few heartbeats, just enjoying the slide of smooth cock against his tongue, then released Jared and got to his feet again. Not without some pain, but Ty didn’t care. He moved in for another hungry kiss, then murmured, “Fuck me, then.”
Jared instantly missed that wet heat on his cock but the promise of more was enough to keep him happy. He kissed Ty back, unable and unwilling to keep from touching him so he ran his fingers along his skin, grinning faintly when Ty pulled back. "Get down," he murmured hoarsely, shaking off the urge to shove Ty into place because of his goddamned injury. He missed that already, the playfulness of their sex life, temporarily ruined by some stupid monster. "Assume your position," he added then more jokingly, his hand briefly brushing against Ty's cock. He watched as Ty got on the bed and moved in after him, grabbing the lube from its place on the bed stand.
Ty missed it too. He wanted to be shoved onto the bed, manhandled into place, held down and fucked hard. None of those were going to happen this morning, but he was trying not to get frustrated about that already. They would both do as much as they could, and being fucked by Jared was going to be good regardless of the tone. It always was. Ty climbed onto the bed and laid down on his ‘good’ side -- the one without the broken ribs -- and pulled his legs up some. Having some weight on the scratches felt good at the moment, which relieved a tiny bit of Ty’s restlessness. He looked around at Jared as best he could from that angle, his hand curled around his cock.
Jared didn't leave him waiting, pushing himself closer as he ran slick fingers along the crack of his ass. "You look good enough to eat," he murmured and kissed his shoulder before pushing himself up and craning his neck to give Ty a proper kiss. "I'm so fucking hard for you, can you feel that?" he whispered against his lips while rubbing his cock against his hip and dragging it down over his ass. "You drive me crazy." He pulled his fingers back and added lubrication to himself, feeling like he couldn't quite keep his hips still, like they were way ahead of him and straining to fuck already.
Even though there wasn’t as much manhandling, Jared was making up for it with words. Ty closed his eyes when they kissed and tried to let himself sink into all of it. The heat and drag of Jared’s cock against his skin drew a little moan out of him. He was feeling just as impatient, one hand moving back to grip the side of Jared’s thigh encouragingly, arching his back some to make his ass even more accessible. He just wanted to be fucked mindless, to let go of everything else but their bodies coming together. “Please,” he breathed. “I need you.” Ty squeezed the head of his own cock, trying to clamp down on the urge to really rush Jared along.
There was that urgency that made Jared want to rush and going slow was almost tortuous but it was damn necessary so that's what he did. He clutched Ty's thigh as he pushed inside of him, wishing he could wrap his arm around his torso instead, wanting so badly to hold tightly onto him and pull him up against his own body. It wasn't fair he thought but it also felt overly demanding to sulk about it since Ty was alive and present and given what he could have lost, this was a small price to pay. "Fuck, you're so tight, baby," he groaned, burying his face against Ty's neck as he pushed in deeper. "This okay?"
Ty let out a low, needy groan as the head of Jared’s cock sank into him. He wanted to be held too, squeezed and gripped, but he was just grateful that there was a different sensation to focus on now. His fingertips dug into Jared’s leg as he felt more and more full of his man. It hurt a bit, but in a good way, and Ty pressed his arm more firmly into his own side, adding some more ache to everything else he was feeling. He relished Jared’s hot breath against the back of his neck and that big hand against his leg. “Yeah,” he breathed raggedly, his hips already rocking a bit to get more of Jared even deeper. Ty wanted everything he would give him. “Don’t stop, I want you so bad.”
Masturbation could never come close to how this felt and Jared felt like all the tension and worry in his body was replaced with a better sort of tension, building up slowly, sending his body into a trance. "Oh I'm not stopping," he promised huskily and he wouldn't unless Ty asked him to, if something went wrong. Nothing felt wrong right now, Ty's grip on his leg was almost too tight but it too felt good and grounding, adding to his pleasure as he pushed in as deep as he could go and rolled his hips. "Fuck I missed you," he whispered and then he pulled out to start up a rhythmic thrusting, slow at first to get them both used to it, mindful still of Ty's injuries. He was dimly aware that Ty needed more than just gentle lovemaking right now so he pushed aside those fears of hurting him and gripped his hip tightly.
The harsh whisper sent a shudder down Ty’s back and he turned his face into the pillow under him a bit more and moaned again. He’d missed Jared too, as much as he’d been able to think about anything at the time. They’d gotten used to working separately now, but they still saw each other every day. Not being able to even talk to Jared, to know that he was okay, had been as much torture as the busted rib. He’d been through long cold hours of wondering if they’d ever see each other again. But now they were back here, at home, entangled together in a way they both loved, even if it wasn’t scratching all of Ty’s particular itches today. That didn’t matter, he just wanted more of it. Jared’s grip on his hip felt good, and Ty rocked with his thrusts as his body got adjusted and relaxed, his other hand still curled around his own cock. He felt full of his man and that was good, but God it wasn’t enough. “I missed you too,” Ty breathed back, arching until his back pressed against Jared’s chest. “I love you, harder ...”
That word never failed to make Jared want to pound Ty into the mattress, to grip him tight and fuck him so hard it hurt. It was tricky this time but he made the decision that Ty would tell him when it was too much. Ty needed it harder, the restless energy was humming between them like electricity and Jared needed to try to scratch that itch for him. There was nothing he wanted more than to be whatever Ty needed him to be. He stopped holding back and picked up speed, sinking his teeth into the Ty's shoulder, not hard enough to draw blood but hard enough for him to really feel it.
As worked up as he was, Ty thought he could feel the change in Jared even before he started thrusting harder. It was thrilling and it made whatever was going crazy inside of Ty burn even hotter. There was a direction to focus it now though, so it felt better, less frustrating, at least for now. He gasped when Jared bit him, his hand flying up to cup the back of Jared’s head as if he might go somewhere. The sudden movement hurt his rib, but Ty didn’t care. The pain was mingling deliciously with the bright sparks of pleasure Jared was creating. Ty’s breathing was already heavy, but it picked up even more, groans escaping him every few gasps. It was so overwhelmingly good, it blocked out everything else, and that was what he needed.
There was still a little part of Jared that worried and knew Ty was in pain but coddling him felt condescending and that was the last thing he needed. He wasn't oblivious to the fact that Ty sometimes liked a little pain though he never would have guessed he could stomach the kind that came with a cracked rib. There was a tension in his muscles that wasn't usually there, ready to snap back if Ty asked him to stop or made any sign of discomfort but for the most part he was lost to the feel of him, eager to keep thrusting into him, to build up to his own orgasm.
Pain was inevitable -- it was impossible not to feel it when his core was clenching and shuddering with pleasure -- but it was all bearable, just spice added to all the pleasure humming through him. Maybe that was fucked up. Ty didn’t know or care. He just wanted Jared to keep pounding until they both couldn’t take it anymore. He started to get louder, his hips pumping back into Jared with more urgency, his fingers pressing into the back of Jared’s skull and neck. Ty didn’t want to come too fast, because he got the feeling he would go right back to feeling like he wanted to crawl out of his skin, but it all felt so fucking good. Ty let go of Jared’s head to reach down and wrap his hand around his stiff cock, just squeezing for the moment to slightly satisfy that burning need for more stimulation.
Jared immediately missed the way Ty had been holding onto him and he reached down, nudging Ty's hand out of the way to take hold of his cock. "Let me," he groaned and nipped on Ty's ear, keeping up that hard and fast rhythm as he started stroking him at a slightly slower pace. "I wanna make you come," he murmured. "Wanna feel you come. Wanna fuck you into this mattress until you're screaming for release." He gave his cock a squeeze, rubbing at the tip, now wet with precum. "You gonna come for me, baby?"
Ty’s hand moved to brace against the mattress in front of him, but it was drawn back to holding onto Jared’s head a few seconds later. He didn’t want to feel braced, he wanted to feel owned and fucked and unstable in a way he could control, a way that felt safe. Jared’s grip on him sent electric sparks running up his body and he rocked his hips wantonly now, trying to fuck into Jared’s hand. “Yeah,” he breathed. “I’m gonna come so hard, your cock feels so fuckin’ good ...” He was both dying for it and didn’t want it yet, caught in that pleasure-painful impatient place.
Jared was no mind reader but he still had a few things going for him, namely that he had fucked Ty often enough to be well in tune with him, he'd predominantly dated women before and he was a cop - those last two things making him pretty adept at reading little signs and following his gut instinct. Ty was still giving off a lot of tense vibes and in true empathetic fashion it was making Jared feel the same. It made him not want the sex to be over, like it was the only thing keeping them grounded and - in a way - calm. "Or maybe I won't let you come," he growled in Ty's ear, loosening his grip. "Maybe I'll leave you squirming for a while, right there on the edge."
The groan that came out of him was louder than he meant it to be, and Ty’s hips pushed uselessly forward as his cock throbbed. Feelings of ‘yes’ and ‘no’ both ran through him. His body wanted to come so bad already, but more of Ty wanted to linger where they were. He wanted to be worn out, thoroughly fucked and exhausted by the time they were done. Ty panted and moaned, needily pushing his ass back into Jared. He wanted to banter some more, but it all felt so good, he couldn’t come up with any words. He could just make helpless noises and give himself over to whatever Jared wanted to do to him, and it was perfect.
It was still fascinating to Jared how easily Ty managed to bring out a sadistic side in him that he hadn't known he possessed. Those sounds were like fuel to a scorching fire and he let out a little laugh that was both malicious and delighted. "Fuck, you're hot when you're needy," he growled, lightly running his hand over Ty's cock again before pulling it away to smack his hip instead. "Look what you make me do." He had his hand on Ty's cock not a second later, never slowing down his thrusts. "You drive me fucking crazy."
Maybe it was because he was such a big sweet teddy bear in daily life, or maybe Ty just had a submissive streak he’d never indulged, but the way Jared’s demeanor changed when they did this was incredibly hot to Ty. That laugh made him shudder, and he let out a little cry at the smack to the side of his ass. “Fuck,” he gasped when he felt Jared’s hand again. Ty humped forward into it, starting to lose all control over himself. He wanted this to last forever, but God, his body was burning with need. “God baby, fuck ... fuck me, yeah,” Ty got out between panting breaths. He was getting closer, but in a deliciously frustrating way.
Jared half-wished he had infinite stamina because he wanted to fuck Ty like this for hours. It felt like he needed it and Jared had a definite urge to exhaust him, to fuck him so hard that all he could do for the rest of the day was just lie in bed and sleep. It made him a little frustrated that he was only human and the longer they went at it, the more tired his body got and there was no way he could stave off that orgasm that was now looming over him threatening to put an end to it all. Of course... it didn't have to end just because he came and he grinned a little to himself as new ideas popped up in his mind. "Don't come yet," he panted and moved his hand back to Ty's hip as he thrust a few more times into him and let that climax wash over him. Without Ty coming with him it felt unfair in a way, but also hot, like he owned him and could do whatever the fuck he wanted with him. He wasn't done with him anyway, it wasn't like he was leaving him hanging - not indefinitely anyway.
Ty outright whined when Jared took his hand away from his cock, and a low “no no” came out of him when he felt Jared start to peak. It was lost in all the noise Jared made himself. A wave of frustration washed over Ty that felt both physical and mental. It was too soon, he wanted to come so bad with Jared’s cock inside him, which was his all time favorite way to do it. Ty let go of Jared’s head to get a fistful of the sheets in front of him, pushing back into the last thrusts in a desperate hope that he would just come spontaneously from just that. No luck. He let out an aggravated noise that was a mix of groan and growl, clenching his jaw and turning his face into the pillow for a second. Some part of him knew that Jared wouldn’t just roll over and ignore him now, but it all just added to the frustration he’d woken up with.
Jared was ready to catch Ty's hand if he tried to take care of it himself and he was smugly pleased to find he didn't do that, plus it gave him time to adequately enjoy his own climax before he started dealing with Ty. He groaned contently against his skin, pressing his face against the back of Ty's neck. 'No' should not be a word that turned him on this hard but it did, the way Ty said it, soft and desperate. "Don't worry baby, I'm not done with you," Jared murmured breathlessly, his cock still twitching happily inside of him. "Won't be done with you for a while."
Ty wanted to snap that he knew Jared wasn’t done, but he hadn’t done it right, as ridiculous as that was. He clenched his teeth as the wave of frustration rolled through him, and kept his face turned into the pillow for another few seconds. He didn’t exactly want to ruin Jared’s orgasm, but the pouty urge was there to make a fuss about it. Ty turned his head to get some fresh air, his hips still rocking a bit, though it was getting far less pleasurable as Jared slowly went soft. “What are you gonna do to me now?” he asked breathlessly, giving a valiant effort to make it play into the game. Whatever it was, Ty hoped it wasn’t gentle.
"Whatever the fuck I want," Jared murmured which was just an aggressive and hot way to say he wasn't entirely sure yet. "For however fucking long I want," he added, pushing into Ty despite the fact he was losing his hardness as he reached around to grab his wrist. "Don't touch yourself," he ordered him gruffly as he pulled out. "You're mine, remember." He'd seen some of Ty's toys, had even playfully teased him a little for having them, but now he was just interested in finding them and using them himself so he got up and went where he was sure he last saw one of the dildos. He just barely stopped himself from making a triumphant little sound when it was where he expected it to be but that grin was on his face when he turned around, tapping it against his palm as he walked toward the bed again.
The words made Ty’s insides squirm happily and he groaned again, placated for a few seconds until he felt Jared get up. Another little while caught in his throat as he twisted to look around at where he went. It hurt of course, because he was an idiot with a broken rib, so Ty flopped back into place with an impatient sigh. He still kept his hands off of his cock though, as instructed. He peeked again when he heard that slap of silicone on flesh, and scraped his teeth over his bottom lip. A dildo wasn’t as good as the real thing, but at least it was something. Ty had the irresistible hunger to be filled up and fucked, and it looked like his man was still going to deliver. Maybe even long enough to get hard and fuck him again. “So that’s how it’s gonna be, huh?” he murmured, watching Jared approach.
"That's exactly how it's gonna be," Jared replied as he crawled back up on the bed behind him and reached for the lube. "I don't want you empty while I play with you." He tapped the dildo against Ty's hip playfully. "It's a placeholder," he murmured with a crooked grin. "You don't get to come while this is inside you." He felt like he could do this for hours but a lot of it came down to trying to read Ty's vibes and mood to not push him too hard - but also to not underwhelm him which right now felt like it would be worse. "Don't think I ever got to play with one of your toys before."
Ty felt that weird combination of hungry and pleased and frustrated again. He did want something in his ass, but he wanted it to be Jared again now, which he knew wasn’t possible yet. But as long as he didn’t stop completely, Ty thought he could deal. He just needed something to keep happening to satisfy that overwhelming restlessness inside of him. He rolled more onto his back so he could see Jared’s face, biting into his bottom lip and looking needy. “Here’s your chance,” he muttered, arching a bit and clenching his hands to quell the strong urge to touch his aching cock. “You got all’a me as a toy right now.”
Jared hummed contently at that as he got the dildo nice and slick then nudged at Ty to move just enough so he could slip it inside of him. "I don't need toys when I got you," he said and the upside to using a dildo was that he wasn't so focused on his own pleasure and could take his damn time - plus watching the toy slip inside Ty's body was pretty damn hot. "But this could be fun anyway. You should see how hot it looks, how hungry your ass is for it." Pulling out was no less hot, Ty's ass clung to the toy in a way that made Jared's stomach twist in a pleasant, primal way. "Fuck, you're hot, baby. All mine."
It was a different sensation, of course, and Ty realized that it had been quite a while since he’d used a dildo on himself. It wasn’t as good as the real thing, of course, too cold and not smooth-soft enough, but it would do for now. Ty pulled his leg up closer to his chest to make room, still halfway on his side, his eyes rolling shut as pleasure started up again. He let out a low groan and his cock twitched where it was hovering, achingly hard and ignored. Ty pulled his hands up to the pillow under him and gripped it to keep from touching himself. He’d been told not to, and he’d handed the reins over to Jared, so he would try, but it was already a struggle. “Fuck ... feels good,” he breathed.
Jared couldn't help but wonder just how good it felt with the possibility of maybe trying it in the future. It didn't feel like a real dick in his hand and he'd only ever had fingers and Ty's cock inside of him so he wouldn't know. It was interesting at least but only a dim idea in the back of his head right now as his focus was on Ty and his current power over him. "Get on your back," he murmured. "I want to play with you." Since he didn't need to be between his legs to fuck him right now, it wouldn't cause undue strain on Ty's body and right now, Jared wanted access. He moved with Ty, nudging his legs apart and straddling one thigh, reaching down to slowly gyrate the toy inside of him. It was a slightly awkward angle but that was okay, he could still move it a little. "You love to get fucked, don't you," he asked huskily. "You look good getting fucked too."
Ty moved where Jared wanted him, sliding his hands under the pillow under his head to keep them behaving. They fisted in fabric and stuffing as he pulled one knee up and out a bit to make his ass more accessible, foot planted against the mattress. At least this position had a better view, with Jared looking hot as hell kneeling over him like that. Even though his cock wasn’t hard, Ty still found himself wanting it in his mouth, especially after Jared’s words. He groaned and squirmed some, his hips pushing up restlessly like they wanted more and more of what was happening. “I love you fucking me,” he corrected, his tone breathy and strained. “With anything. Fuck. Nobody else.”
Jared looked him over hungrily. With the pillow in the way, it was easy to imagine his hands were tied and the only thing marring this perfect vision were the damn bandages. Jared wanted to shoot that goddamn creature out there in some Hollywoodesque revenge fantasy style, just fuck it up for hurting his man. He wasn't sure if it was a bad thing or not that the violent thoughts didn't pull him out of his current state of mind, he still wanted to play with and torment Ty a little. He hoped it was a good thing, that it was because Ty needed it right now, but even that hope was just a footnote, buried under everything else he was feeling. "Yeah," he said, his voice coming out like a growl. "Because you’re mine." That possessiveness spread through him like wildfire and a little grin played on his lips as he kept touching Ty with his free hand, always just narrowly missing his cock.
The dildo felt so good, plunging in and out of him, rubbing on his prostate and making him feel full and squirmy, and Jared’s hand was good but frustrating at the same time. As he laid there and got fucked, Ty kept instinctively trying to angle his cock closer to Jared’s palm. He’d had hands-free orgasms before, but they were always with a real dick and took a while to get to and he just didn’t have the patience for that today. Ty wanted to come, and all of the teasing was starting to make that aggravation bubble up in his chest again. “Fuck,” he groaned once more, the possessive note in Jared’s voice sending a shudder down his spine. Ty whined and bucked a little. “Fuck, I wanna come. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” The last words came out through his teeth as a growl.
The raw need in Ty's voice sent something like sadistic glee through Jared and for a few seconds he wasn't entirely sure if he wanted to indulge him by making him come hard or if he wanted to torture him by denying him the release for a little longer. It should have been an easy decision but Ty had ramped up something inside of him that was mean in the most delightful way possible. He let out a little groan of his own, a sound that conveyed that indecision he was feeling if only so that Ty would know about it and get a bit desperate. Jared decided that was torture enough, those few seconds of thinking maybe he wouldn't get to come at all. "I really like watching you squirm," he said but despite what his tone might suggest, he relented and wrapped his hand tightly around Ty's cock. He was so hard in his grip but he wasn't very slick so Jared didn't move his hand, just gave him a little squeeze before leaning down to lick the salty tip.
Ty was already desperate, and that brief pause while Jared thought it over was torture. He couldn’t even say anymore if it was good torture or not, he was so keyed up and beside himself with raw need. His cock was so sensitive and deprived that Jared’s hand around it made his entire body twitch hard. He gasped when he felt Jared’s tongue touch him, and Ty’s fists pulled at the bottom of the pillow under him. All the tension was making his side throb with pain, but that seemed to only add to everything. Some more of that inexplicable rage bubbled up; Ty was done being teased. Before he could think better of it, he unclenched his hands and put both of them on Jared’s head, pushing down as he thrust upward into his mouth. It was rough and he wasn’t supposed to be in control, but he’d hit his limit. Ty’s hips started pumping of their own accord as the instinct to fuck something completely took over.
Jared was caught completely off guard. He hadn't expected their roles to change but maybe he should have seen it coming. There was all that raw energy and frustration bubbling under the surface so yeah, he was an idiot for not seeing it coming. He almost pulled back, for a second he even pushed up against Ty's hands, the thought that he should get up and punish Ty somehow flitting through his head before he decided against it. He swallowed through his gag reflex and went pliant, grabbing Ty's hips but otherwise let him take control. It pissed him off and turned him on, a stark reminder that sex was just really fucking weird if you thought about it too hard. There was still that dominant streak in him that protested the treatment but mixed in with it was the bottomless need to make Ty happy, to give him whatever he needed. This was what he needed right now so Jared only pulled back when it was too much, too deep or too fast and he pressed his tongue against Ty's cock, hoping to bring him to climax sooner.
Ty wasn’t thinking in terms of role-reversal -- really, he wasn’t thinking at all. He was completely filled up with feeling instead, and most of what he felt was desperate and starving for that heady burst of pleasure his body knew was coming. He felt Jared try to lift his head again and didn’t let him, hands pressing firmly into his skull as he thrust up into his mouth. It felt wrong and satisfying at the same time, like he was grabbing something back that had been taken from him. Which didn’t make sense, but there it was. Ty hardly even noticed when he nearly gagged Jared a few times, he was so focused on getting himself there. His movements got faster and more frantic and unsteady the closer he got, fingers gripping tight, and then all of the sudden Ty was flying over the edge. He gave a deep cry as he pumped his hips and came deep in Jared’s mouth, his cock pulsing hard with ecstasy. For a couple of blissful moments, Ty didn’t feel anything but pleasure and relief. It was the best he’d felt all morning.
Despite his intentions, there was a part of Jared that was upset about it all. He tried his best to smother that when he sat up, licking his lips and watching his lover. Being upset with someone he was in a relationship with remained the worst feeling he could ever experience and this was no different and he didn't want it. On some level he knew he could have pulled back if he'd put more strength into it but he hadn't and so some of this was on him but that nagging feeling was still there and he wasn't sure what to do with it. "You misbehaved," he muttered, turning it into a sort of a game for his own sanity's sake. He could play-punish him and maybe that would be enough to make the bad feeling go away. "I'm going to have to do something about that."
Now that he’d gotten off and had a moment for his blood to cool, Ty expected to feel better. Like he’d purged whatever that restless energy was and now he could relax with his man and be okay. He didn’t feel that though. His body felt marginally better, but the rest of him was slowly filling up with agitation again. What Jared said seemed to amplify it. The sex was over, which meant the roleplay was over, and he was done with it. It didn’t even cross Ty’s mind to apologize for being too rough or demanding or whatever, he was just annoyed at being told he ‘misbehaved.’ In the back of his mind, he knew he was being an asshole and he didn’t want to do that, but it was hard to think past the bubbling irritation inside of him. Ty reached between his legs to pull the dildo out and set it aside. “No you’re not,” he said as he pulled away and rolled to get to the edge of the bed. “I’m done, I’m tapping out.”
Jared watched him, eyes widening a little. He had the urge to physically maneuver him back into place and tell him they were done when he said they were done but they had never established a safeword and 'tapping out' sounded real enough. The general tone of how Ty said it and the whole vibe said more than words even could. "Are you fucking kidding me right now?" he asked but he wasn't even sure what reply he was hoping for. He was just hurt and angry now and without sex he wasn't sure how to fix that. They'd roleplayed often enough that he felt like he shouldn't be upset about what had just happened, but he was and it felt off, like it hadn't been a game.
Ty shot him a sharp look as he sat up and then stood. That incredulous tone was grating, like he owed some kind of stupid punishment to Jared or something. Jared had gotten to come while fucking him, Ty had just gotten a dildo, so who ought to be upset here? “Do I look like I’m fucking kidding?” he countered. “I’m done, I want a shower.” He started to walk around the bed so he could head for the bathroom. His wounds were itchy as hell and his rib ached, and Ty didn’t give a fuck what the doctors said, he wanted to pull the bandages off and actually have a real shower now. He could recognize that Jared was upset, but it didn’t seem important at the moment.
Jared watched him walk away, his anger intensifying even as bewilderment mixed in with it and he had no idea how to react. "You're being a real piece of shit right now," he informed Ty's retreating back as he started grabbing his clothes. It didn't even come out angry, like he was just informing him for the fact, in case he wasn't aware. It was as surreal as the way Ty was behaving, like someone had taken over his boyfriend's body. Jared couldn't even rationalize it as being because he was hurt. Ty had been hurt before, he never acted like a dick when he was hurt so Jared had to wonder if he'd pushed him too far during the roleplay. Had he caused this somehow? Even that didn't make sense because Ty was more likely to tell him that than to react... like this.
Ty’s shoulders tensed, but he didn’t turn around. It made him feel even more angry to hear, but something made him bite his tongue on a retort. Maybe he was being a piece of shit. Maybe he fucking deserved to. He’d been injured by a goddamn monster and trapped in the freezing cold with a bitch for two goddamn days, he was benched when it came to work, and he couldn’t even get off how he really wanted to at the moment. Everything was a source of frustration and Jared was acting entitled to ... something? Ty didn’t know. He just stalked into the bathroom and slammed the door behind him. He didn’t want to talk anymore, he didn’t want to be close anymore, he just wanted to be alone so he could grind his teeth in peace.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Jared muttered again, this time to himself as he glared at the closed bathroom door. He was woefully bad at fighting, he preferred finding solutions and playing the diplomat but Ty really was acting like a complete asshole so the mere thought of using diplomacy right now made Jared cringe. He got dressed while listening to the sound of running water in the bathroom, cursing quietly to himself and feeling clumsier than usual as he often did when angry. It all felt so wrong and he was wracking his brain trying to find a moment where he'd pushed Ty too far. He'd said he wanted to come and Jared hadn't waited too long to give that to him, had he? It had only been seconds. He'd said he liked to watch him squirm but that wasn't anything he hadn't said before and Ty had loved it then. Before that, Ty had said it felt good, so what the actual fuck? It made no goddamn sense.
Jared stood there stewing for a few minutes after he had all his clothes on, thinking of questions or statement to throw at Ty once he got out of the shower but it was starting to sink in that he couldn't do this. On one hand Ty might be back to normal when he got out and things would be okay, they'd make up and talk about it. On the other... If Ty was still acting like that after his shower, Jared couldn't cope. He needed time. Maybe Ty did too. Leaving was the only thing he felt like he could do at the moment and since he still had a good few hours until he had to be at work, the only place he could think of going was the gym. He just hoped it'd be open after all that had happened or he didn't know where the hell he'd go. Early to work, he supposed. Anywhere but here. Anywhere but here or Seaview or a cafe. He really, really needed to move, to lift something, to take out his frustration on inanimate objects. If Ty gave a shit, he could call. Right now Jared didn't really give a shit if he worried and the angry part of his brain even hoped he would, that if Ty called he might not even answer right away, just because he was pissed off. He knew he'd answer though, he was too confused not to want to know what the hell was happening.
He decided to stop thinking about leaving and actually leave so after taking a shaky breath he shook himself out of his stupor and headed out. He'd known there would be a fight between them eventually, all relationships had at least some bickering, he'd just never in a million years imagined it would be like this.