The word 'tomorrow' echoes into 'today' as I get my things together for first period. I'm in the middle of feeling giddy, but also nearing the edge of throwing myself into a subspace. It's almost embarrassing how desperate I am, and I'm not sure if I can prepare myself for what may come later. I told him he could do anything to me... anything. I never got that work done from yesterday, but I don't care. Even Dallon's presence doesn't phase me. He carries this elephant in the room, and although it's awkward and intimidating, there's a security blanket draped over my shoulders.

By the time I'm seated in second period, Ryan walks in with his hair straightened as it usually is. I guess it was just a special opportunity to catch his wavy locks right after a shower last night. He sits next to me and I give him a warm smile. He acknowledges me with a nod and a light smile. I let the interaction rest there because I know I don't have to be reassured that tonight is still happening.

When we head to the club, I keep in close proximity of him the whole time. It makes me happy that he isn't pushing me away. Maybe I do need to juice out some validation. If anything, it's refreshing that his demeanor is calm. His stern but relaxed character stays unbreakable, no matter what little comments I say or actions I pull. I'd like to think he's just taking the time to absorb my presence again. I do take a seat, however, when the meeting for the week begins.

"Any new jobs this week?" Ryan asks.

Dallon says, "I have a possible bounty case. Still working on it."

"How much?" Ryan asks.

"Around 10k." He replies.

I look in Dallon's direction with wide eyes. Now I'm wondering how much money he has in his possession. I can't imagine this is his first time killing someone for cash. Then that makes me imagine how much Ryan has. Finally, I realize the lack of money I have, but would I do something like that?

Ryan continues to question Dallon, "Would the target have backup?"

"Most likely." Dallon says.

"By Thursday, let me know if you need a partner for the job. I know you can handle yourself, but it doesn't hurt to get it done faster." Ryan says.

"I'll keep that in mind." He says.

I can smell the awkwardness. Did Ryan just offer to go on a job with Dallon? I could care less if they want to repair their friendship, hell, maybe even Dallon would chill out by the end of it. Still... I feel like the elephant in the room.

~~~

I tap my pencil repeatedly against my notebook just waiting for Ryan to text me. I'm not focused at all. Soon enough I feel my phone buzz.

Come over now.

I fix my hair up in the bathroom before heading out to his dorm.

I stand in front of his door and knock a few times. My heart is racing. He opens the door and I get out a quick, "Hey."

He doesn't say anything, but motions me inside. I walk over to the bed and sit on the edge, "So, what are you gonna do to me tonight?"

He slowly walks over to me, and I lick my lips. He leans in close and I shut my eyes to prepare for a kiss. It doesn't come as his lips fall by my ear instead, "Take your clothes off and you'll find out."

A chill runs up my spine and I bite my bottom lip. His face falls in front of me again, so I try to initiate a kiss. Our skin just barely grazes before Ryan tugs me back by my hair.

"No kissing." He says.

I nearly pout, "Why-"

"You do what I want." He cuts me off with a serious tone.

"I- yeah, but you don't want to kiss-"

"Strip." Is all he says before walking away and rummaging through his drawers for something.

I don't know how to feel about this setting anymore. Sure, I like when he asserts dominance, but no kissing? Goddamn. I keep wondering why as I take off my clothes. As soon as my fingers fall to the rim of my boxers, I pause.

I then ask, tugging at the last piece of fabric on me, "Want to take these off yourself?"

He looks back at me, "Sure."

I smirk, before climbing onto the bed. I watch as he finally retrieves what he was looking for. It's... a pair of handcuffs. Well shit.

"Where'd you get those?" I ask.

He picks them up and holds them in my direction, "Stole them from a cop."

My eyes grow wide, "Wow, uh, nice."

"Lay back with your hands up." He says, so I comply.

He gets up onto the bed and swings one of his legs over me. His body hovers close to mine as he cuffs one of my wrists and then the other. I tug downwards and feel a resistance. Shit, I almost forgot about his nearly hidden headboard that just about blends into the walls behind it. I wonder if he got it made this subtly because he liked the use over the aesthetic. I should have figured he was kinky like this, but hey, I'm down with most things.

He rests his crotch against mine as his hand trails down my chest and back up to my face. His pointer finger traces my jawline before pressing against my lips. I open my mouth and his finger slips in. I close my mouth around it and run my tongue against his skin. He pulls his finger out and dries it with the side of my boxers before gripping the hem to peel them off..

I'm slightly embarrassed when it's revealed that I'm only semi-hard. Ryan doesn't seem to mind as he goes over to his drawer again. He takes out a lengthy piece of black cloth and leans over the bed. He wraps it quickly behind my head and makes a tight knot.

"Well this is getting kinky." I say with a sly smile.

I nearly jump when I feel him touch my skin. His thumb inches to my lips as I then take it in my mouth. Instead of just moving his thumb away, he brushes it down my chin with a light pressure, ending at the base of my neck. I can feel his other fingers now, moving down my chest in a whiskful, yet slow, zigzag pattern. His fingers stop just below my stomach and then I feel nothing. I don't say a word. I move my feet around a bit just to build anticipation. I gasp as his hand wraps around my cock and strokes me roughly.

I let out a hum in pleasure while subtly arching my hips into his touch, and then he stops.

"Ry." I say, through a deep breath.

He doesn't say anything, so I just let the silence fill the atmosphere. The ghost of his touch is still present around my sensitive skin, I'm definitely completely turned on now. I hear him shuffling around for something once again. I take slow deep breaths and before I know it, I feel him climb onto the bed.

"Spread your legs." He says, and I do it, feeling the skin and hair of his legs brush against my own.

I then feel something press against my entrance, but it feels different. I let out a noise as the object is pushed completely inside me. It's not terribly comfortable, but I do my best just to relax my muscles.

"Ah." Falls from my mouth as the object starts to vibrate inside me. Holy shit... I curl my toes as the vibration gets stronger.

All of the sudden, I feel Ryan's hand close around the end of my shaft barely moving it up and down. His thumb brushes around my tip in a circular motion.

"Oh fuck." His tongue runs across my slit a few times, and goosebumps spread across my body.

He stops, and I whine, balling my hands into fists.

"Ry... " I harshly whisper.

Then the vibrating gets even more intense. I pull my wrists down again and again, fuck these cuffs, "Ryan, please..." I whine. It shocks me how desperate I sound, but this shit is getting too intense. The vibrating lessens and all the focus is back on how hard I am. It's starting to get painful. That ache... goddamn. The vibration gets intense again and I curse and moan. The intense feeling dampens again. I can feel the sweat threatening to drip down my temples.

Minutes of this continue, and all I do is plead constantly, "Ryan... please just let me come. Please, holy shit." I nearly cry. He's right on me, I knock my legs against his weakly.

Then the vibration stops and I feel something cold and hard pressed under my chin. I make a noise, letting my adam's apple bob up and down against it. I get a clear feeling of what it is. My heart drops to the pit of my stomach. I hear the gun cock. He's going to fucking kill me. Right here... while I'm naked and chained to his bed. Oh, what a goddamn way to go out. I hold my breath and harshly squeeze my eyes shut, knowing his finger must be slowly eased against the trigger ready to fire it any fucking second now.

Ryan starts vigorously stroking me and the gun clicks. I come so fucking hard, I'm nearly seeing stars. The noises out of my mouth are nearly inhuman even after my orgasm subsides. My heart beats tremendously, so clearly, I'm not dead. I just let my body relax for a good minute. Soon enough I feel Ryan untying the cloth around my face. Seeing the light of the room hurts a bit, so I blink and squint for a moment to get used to it. He's fully clothed just like earlier.

I look down at myself while he undoes the handcuffs.

"Did I really come this much?" I say, noticing the immense amount of seed on my stomach.

"No." He replies.

"You... got off on top of me?" I ask, giving attention to my sore wrists once he got the last cuff off.

"Yeah." He says.

I don't have much of a reaction to that. I didn't get to see it, and the effort to picture it falls short because I'm still trying to calm down. I sit up, and shift over slightly to remove the toy Ryan put in me. I don't know what to do with it. I look up to see him walking back from the bathroom and throwing me a towel. I wipe up my stomach in silence before setting the toy on top. He then tosses my boxers onto the bed.

"Thanks." I push out. Behind any audible word, I can feel an intense strain of emotions tethered to it. It's like he pushed me to the edge just enough so I fear the fall. He's not even near me, but the edge is still there... and I can't seem to step back that easily. I know I never want to do something like that again. I get my boxers on slowly and just sit cross legged on the bed.

I watch Ryan take out a blunt and a lighter. He places the stick between his lips and lights it, taking a drag. I just keep looking at him till he notices me. He passes the blunt over and I take a long drag. I give myself a second to prepare anything I want to say next.

"That was... intense..." I say.

"You nearly flipped your shit when I had my gun against you. You didn't actually think it was loaded... right?" He says with soft eyes and raised eyebrows.

"I-I don't know." I hand him back the blunt, feeling sickenly embarrassed.

He briefly chuckles before taking a drag. I pull my knees up to my chest and rest my head down on them. I just watch him, and he doesn't seem to care.

"Get your stuff, I'll see you tomorrow." He says.

God, why does he always pull this shit? I just say, "No."

"What?" He looks... irritated. For once, it strikes some ounce of fear in me.

"Kiss me before kicking me out." I say. If anything can repair this obvious disconnect, that sure as hell could.

He just sighs, continuing to smoke, "C'mon."

"C'mon? One kiss. What's wrong with kissing me?"

"This evening was whatever I wanted, Brendon, unless you forgot." He says.

"No, I didn't forget. You resisted me for 6 days." I can feel myself regaining that confident composure, "You must have gotten off thinking about me. Now I'm here, yet you placed yourself in a wet dream remake. You can have me... take me all in. Why are you stopping yourself?"

"If I kiss you, will you shut up?" He asks.

I put on a cheeky smile, "Probably."

He puts out his blunt before getting onto the bed. I stretch my legs out and lean back when he hovers over me. His lips press against mine and my hand falls to the back of his head. It's deep and rough, but that passion is there. Fuck, I missed this. His tongue slides in my mouth immediately and I let out a pleased noise. I daringly wrap my legs around his lower back just to keep him there.

"Hey, c'mon." He says, pushing back to get out of my grasp.

I release him and he gets off of me. He then tosses my clothes at me and I nearly chuckle. I say, "You sure you want me to go?"

"Don't push this, Brendon." It's that serious tone again.

The mood falls back down. "Okay." I reply, proceeding to get my clothes on. All I can do is hold onto that kiss or else I would feel an ache I couldn't prepare my legs to carry on the way back to my room.

A/N: This is the kinkiest thing I've ever written. Nothing after this chapter will be as intense (in terms of sex). I could only re-read over this once, so hmu if there's any errors lmfao. This is my first time writing something like this, so idk how to feel?? I'm awkward when shit ain't vanilla!  ALSO I keep forgetting to mention, but I do have a spotify playlist for this fic, check it out!! Last 2 or 3 songs are spoilers, so feel free to avoid those haha. 

https://open.spotify.com/user/1278280972/playlist/4SFYu9P0Nqe8QtI4WvjNVE