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kathierif_ficTitle: Pet Care2
Author: Kathie
Rating: FRAO. Oh yeah.
Warnings: Slash, D/S relationship (*snorts* more or less only implied in this?)
Spoilers for Wasted
Word Count: 4,006.
Disclaimer: not mine. How sad is that.
Pairing: Shel/Don
Beta:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nerfgunqueen, a2h, minerva36
Summary: cont. from part 1. Shel takes care of his pet…
A/N: smut completely Ginny’s fault.
***
When Sheldon came home that night, Don was already there. He was sitting on the couch, the TV was turned on, although the sound was turned down so that it was nothing more than a soft hum in the background.
“Hey,” Sheldon greeted softly and dropped his keys on the table. “Have you been here for long?”
Don made a non-committal sound, and Sheldon smiled. It seemed as if Don had come here directly after his shift; not that Shel minded. It was the reason he had given Don a key.
He’d been at Don’s place only once, understanding that the other man needed the security and the safe retreat. He understood it and he respected it, even when he wished that Don would trust him.
He shook his head gently. He knew that he didn’t deserve the trust, not with what happened eight weeks ago, when he had broken one of the most important rules. Don had shrugged his concerns off, but Shel couldn’t forget the look of panic that had settled on Don’s face for a split second, right before he had hit his head against the edge of the desk.
He hadn’t tried to tie Don up after that. He just didn’t trust himself enough anymore.
Shel sighed again and dropped his gun on the table.
He was glad that he could still see Don from the corner of his eye, otherwise he would have missed how the man’s hand twitched instinctively to his side at the sound, towards his own gun, before he caught himself and shifted nervously to his former position.
Shel frowned. What – he stopped himself. Of course something was not right here. Stella had told him about the man who had walked into the precinct and had dropped his gun on Flack’s desk. The weapon his wife had used to kill his doctor.
He rolled his eyes. He should have paid better attention to his pet – he was seriously slacking, again, and that just wouldn’t do.
“Pet.”
Don turned his head towards him before getting up and walking up to him. He had taken off his tie and had undone the top buttons of his shirt, and he wasn’t wearing any shoes, but besides that, he still was in his work clothes.
Shel reached out and put his hand on Don’s shoulder, applying gentle pressure. Don kneeled willingly, his head bowed down, the tense line of his shoulders hard under Shel’s hand. The ease with which he submitted to Shel’s every touch surprised him again and again, and he had to swallow.
“We need to talk about this,” he whispered and ran a hand through Don’s hair. “Stay with me here for a minute, okay?”
Don nodded and sat back on his heels. Shel started to shake his head, but he thought better of it and lowered himself to the floor, as well. They needed to be on the same level for this, and that included the physical level.
“What do we need to talk about?” Don asked and frowned.
“If we want to continue this,” Shel said firmly. “And if we do, what the limits are going to be.”
“What?” Don’s frown deepened.
Shel sighed. “You’re not stupid. You know what I’m talking about. What happened…”
“Nothing happened!” Don snapped back. “I told you it was okay! It was just a small bruise, nothing to worry about!”
“It was.” Shel took a calming breath. Why didn’t Don understand? This was important.
“It is my job – my duty – to take care of what’s mine,” he said. “And I failed. How often have you seen scenes where a wife gets pushed by her husband against the edge of something, and it kills them?” He lifted a hand, but didn’t actually touch Don. “What if something happened? Respiration. Heart rhythm, it’s all controlled by the brain stem – if you hit the edge a bit harder?”
“I know a good doctor,” Don snapped.
“I couldn’t have done anything but perform your autopsy!” Shel only noticed that he had yelled when he registered the stunned look on Don’s face. He bit his lip and took another calming breath. Don had this ability to get under his skin like nobody else did. He insisted that it was part of his charm, even if Shel had made him wear a gag for his smart mouth more than once.
“You want to know what I’m thinking?” Don finally asked. His voice sounded almost normal, but the little catch almost broke Shel’s heart.
It made him realize one thing: he didn’t want to lose Don. He liked to work with him, liked his professionalism, and he loved playing with him, even when he had to put down some strict guidelines. Don liked to test how far he could go, and he did it on a regular basis. He couldn’t keep his mouth shut sometimes, and he was quick to come to conclusions without knowing all the facts. He was impatient. He was beautiful, and he was amazing when he focused on something. He had a wonderful sense of humor, and Shel loved the way he reacted to the things he did to him.
“What are you thinking?” he asked quietly.
“I think that you’re worrying too much. Nothing happened. You’re too caught up in your what ifs and crime scenes and medical knowledge. I’m fine. I told you I’m fine. You want me to trust you?”
Shel swallowed. Did he want Don to trust him? Of course he wanted that, even if it meant that he had to take care of him, and right now, Shel wasn’t too sure if he could still do that.
“Do you want me to trust you? Yes or no.” Don repeated. Blue eyes bore into his, and Shel’s lips twitched into a small smile. Don was a really good interrogator, and he began to feel sorry for the poor creatures that were put in an interrogation room with these blue eyes and this sharp mind.
“Yes,” he said softly.
“I trust you.” Don shifted closer. “Do you trust me?”
“Of course,” he said immediately. He didn’t even have to think about it. He trusted Don with his life every time they worked a crime scene together, trusted him to keep him safe, let him do his work properly – of course he trusted Don.
A triumphant smile appeared on Don’s face. “So, if you trust me, why don’t you believe me that I’m fine?”
Shel ran a hand over his face. “Do you want the details why I don’t trust your judgement when you’re – like that?”
“Like what?” Don shook his head. “You don’t trust me to know when to stop?”
“Not when you’re high on endorphins.”
“It’s been eight weeks. You’re the doc, you tell me if the effects of any endorphins shouldn’t have worn off by now.” Don shifted even closer, until they almost touched. “It’s okay,” he repeated. “I’m okay. You are okay. Stop worrying about things that never happened.”
“It is my job to keep you safe,” Shel protested. “And if that means I have to keep you safe from myself, I will do that.”
Don shook his head. “You spend too much time with Mac.”
“He is a great teacher.”
“When it comes to crimes,” Don answered and shifted again, brushing against Shel.
“Don…”
“I want to play. With you. I trust you. Nothing will happen. I promise you.” Don’s lips were suddenly on his, and it took Shel all of his willpower not to react to the kiss, but to put his hands on Don’s chest and gently push him off.
“Do you really want to stop?” Don asked after a few seconds. Again he tried to sound casual, but Shel could see the way he almost clenched his hands into fists and pulled his shoulders up, as if he wanted to prepare for a blow.
“No,” he said earnestly. “I want to keep this.”
“So do I.” Don smiled. “What is stopping us?”
Shel couldn’t help himself, he answered the smile with one of his own. “I have rules.”
“What kind of rules?” Don asked suspiciously and shifted, this time away from Shel. Sheldon appreciated it – it usually meant that Don was at least willing to think about it before acting. He sighed inwardly. His pet usually was far too impatient. He needed to teach him some patience.
“Just some basic rules for you. I expect you to remember them and act according to them.”
He held up his hand. “You ready to hear them?”
Don rolled his eyes. “Yes.”
“One. I want you to be honest.”
Don allowed himself a small smile. “No problems with that.”
“Two. If you don’t trust me, we won’t play.” Shel continued. “Three. It’s okay to change your mind. That goes with Four: You have the right to say stop. Nobody knows better than you what you can take – you have to tell me where to stop.” He shook his head. “And I try to listen to you the next time.”
“You listened to me, Shel,” Don sighed. “That’s where this whole mess started.”
Shel disagreed, but he decided to keep quiet about it for the moment. There would be time to deal with the rest of their problems later. One after the other, like they would do at a crime scene.
“Five.” He continued instead. “If you need to talk about anything, ask for it. Okay?”
“Okay,” Don agreed immediately. “Can I have the collar back now?”
“Don – I want you to think about this,” Sheldon frowned.
“I did.”
“Seriously.”
Don rolled his eyes again. “I seriously did. You left me hanging for eight weeks! Eight weeks. Believe me, I had enough time to think about this.”
Shel couldn’t help himself. He had to smile about the outraged expression Don had put on. He leaned forwards and gave Don a light peck on the lips.
“We’re fine?” Don murmured.
Shel smiled and smoothed a hand over his shoulder. Don’s muscles still were awfully tense, but he smiled slightly.
“Yes, we are,” he murmured and leaned closer. Don closed the gap between them with a happy sound and all but crawled in Shel’s lap.
“Such an overeager little pet you are.” Shel smiled and wrapped his arms around Don. “Now what to do with you?”
“I have a few suggestions.” Don grinned and pushed his hips against Shel.
Shel laughed softly. “Impatient little pet. Come on. Let’s get up. I’m too old for this.”
“Too old for what? Kneeling on the floor? I’m doing it all the time.” Don teased gently, but he rose and offered Shel a hand up.
“You’re younger than me,” Shel pointed out, but he grabbed Don’s hand and allowed him to pull him against Don’s lanky body. “And you’re getting a bit cheeky, pet.”
“Yes sir,” Don grinned.
Shel slapped him playfully on the ass. “Come on,” he repeated gently and pointed towards the bedroom. “I give you two minutes to get undressed and kneeling by the bed.”
“Yes sir,” Don grinned and turned hurried off, already unbuttoning his shirt. Shel only shook his head. As much as he used to complain, albeit only when nobody could hear it, about Don’s impatience, sometimes he just loved it.
He went to his office and pulled out the lacquered box. They wouldn’t do much tonight, he was sure, but he needed to do something to relax his pet. Those muscles in his back and shoulders had been awfully tense and knotted.
He selected a few items and put the box back to its spot. A glance at his watch confirmed that the two minutes he had given Don were almost over, and he smiled softly.
Entering the bedroom, he found Don exactly where he had expected him – kneeling next to the bed, his head bowed down, his hands loosely crossed behind his back. His clothes had been thrown haphazardly over a chair.
Sheldon could feel the first stirrings of arousal at the sight of his lover, submissive and just waiting for him. He walked over to him, dropped the things he had gotten from the box onto the bed and leaned down to press a kiss against Don’s hair, breathing: “Pretty little pet.”
Don shifted slightly. “Sir?”
“Yes?”
“Can I…can I have my collar back? Sir? Pretty please?”
Shel straightened. “No.”
He watched as Don’s hands clenched for a second before relaxing again. “I see.”
“You don’t, but you will soon.” Shel said and brushed his hand through Don’s hair again. “Get in the bathroom.”
Don did, but as he followed him, Shel noticed that he was moving less enthusiastically than just minutes ago. Taking off his own shirt, he just pointed to the shower. “Get in.”
He let Don adjust the temperature of the water while taking off his pants and underwear before stepping into the shower stall and under the spray of water. Plastering himself against Don’s back he let the hot, almost scalding water cascade over his body.
“Okay?” Don asked softly. Shel pressed his lips to Don’s shoulder in a soft kiss. “Perfect, my kitten.”
Don snorted and leaned his forearms against the wall. “You know that I have allergies,” he pointed out.
“Hm.” Shel pulled back and ran his hands over Don’s back. His skilled fingers danced in a feather light touch over the sharp edges of bones, the rough tissue of scars and the soft smoothness of warm skin before finally settling on Don’s hips.
“Mine,” he whispered softly. Don didn’t answer, but Sheldon didn’t expect it. Don rarely responded to those claims. He simply pushed back against Sheldon, moaning softly when Shel kissed his shoulder again.
“Easy,” Shel laughed and encouraged Don to turn around. He ran a single fingernail over Don’s chest, watching with interest as a red line appeared on the pale flesh. He did it again, and only looked up when Don’s head fell against the tiled wall with a dull sound.
“Careful there.” He leaned against Don, rubbing against him, cradling his head in his hands, and angling him for a deep probing kiss. Don didn’t hesitate or resist, he just opened his mouth and let Sheldon’s tongue push in and explore his mouth.
After several long moments, Shel pulled back and pressed a line of kisses over Don’s cheekbone until he had reached his ear. “Pretty. Stay still and close your eyes.” He grabbed the bottle of shampoo – Don’s, since his own, short cropped hair didn’t need any special care products – and poured some of it in his hand. Reaching up, he began to wash Don’s hair, marvelling at the softness of the silky strands, even wet as they were.
Don moaned softly when Shel pulled him under the spray to rinse the soap out of his hair and then pulled him around again to lean his forearms against the wall again. Selecting another bottle, he began to wash his pet’s body slowly and carefully from head to toe, arousing him with his touches just as much as he was cleaning him.
“Shel!” Don suddenly moaned when Shel reached his ass and continued to tease him with light touches. “What did I do to you? Stop torturing me!”
Shel pressed a brief kiss against Don’s shoulder, not caring about the taste of soap against his tongue. “I do whatever I want to do to you, my pet,” he answered. “And I remember telling you to be quiet?”
“You didn’t,” Don muttered and dropped his head back against his arms.
“Now I did.” Sheldon chuckled and bit lightly at Don’s shoulder. “Spread your legs a bit, okay?”
Don moaned softly, but he did as he was told and shifted a bit until Shel was satisfied and stopped him with a gentle touch to his hip. “That’s perfect.”
He ran his hand over Don’s ass in a soft caress. “Perfect,” he repeated and brushed his fingertips against his hole.
Don pushed back against his fingers, and Shel started to lick, kiss and bite a line over his shoulders, while still playing with his ass. He grabbed the bottle with the liquid soap and drizzled some of it over Don’s ass and his hand, shielding it with his own body against the beat of the water. His fingers circled a bit more, spreading the soap a bit, before finally pushing with gentle pressure into Don’s body, settling a slow, teasing rhythm, sliding in and out of him.
“Okay?” he asked after a few moments and smoothed his free hand over Don’s hip. “Two now?”
Don didn’t answer, but he glared at Shel over his shoulder and pushed his hips back against his fingers in blatant invitation, and Shel laughed warmly against his shoulder and added a second finger.
“That’s it,” he praised softly and continued with his slow rhythm. “Tell me if I should stop.”
“What do you think I am, an idiot?” Don gasped and shifted a bit.
“No.” Shel’s fingers pushed deep into his ass and stilled. “I think you’re a disobedient pet, kitten. Want to try that again?”
He curled his fingers upwards, searching, finding, and pressing down gently, watching in utter fascination as Don’s back curved and locked into an almost painful looking arch, towards his fingers, his mouth opened in a silent scream, shudders running over his lean frame. It was a beautiful sight, and it almost made him come. Don’s lashes over his closed eyes were wet and spiked, he was gasping, his lips red and swollen from where he had bitten down to keep the sounds in, his back arched, his forearms pressed against the wall of the shower, with Sheldon’s fingers in his ass.
“You are beautiful,” he murmured and pressed a quick kiss to Don’s back. “Ready for another one?”
This time Don only nodded, and Shel carefully withdrew his fingers to add more soap and finally push three fingers into Don’s ass. He went careful and slow, just the way he would handle evidence – he was still amazed by the amount of trust Don showed in him, simply by allowing him to do this. He began to scissor his fingers slightly, brushing against Don’s prostate every now and then. He kept his slow in-and-out-rhythm up for some moments, then he pulled his fingers out and away.
“Okay?” he asked again, and he could practically hear the eyeroll. “Yes. Sir. Please,” Don moaned, and pressed his ass back, against Sheldon’s body.
“Such an overeager, nice little kitten,” Shel grinned and grabbed the bottle of soap again. “And yet so disobedient.”
He could see in the tense line of Don’s back that he really tried to keep still, but as soon as he pushed the tip of his soap-coated erection against Don’s ass, Don pushed back against him, forcing him to grab his hip with his left hand.
“Calm down,” he whispered and pressed another kiss to Don’s upper back, before catching the paperthin skin over his spine in between his teeth and starting to suck slightly. At the same time he hitched his hips slowly forwards.
“You’re so tight. So hot. Mine. My pet,” he whispered as he slowly moved deeper, giving Don the time to get used to the intrusion. “Are you okay?”
“Stop asking me that! I’m not a blushing virgin,” Don gritted out between clenched teeth, and Shel slowed down even more. “I think you need a gag,” he said idly and pulled Don flush to his body. “I should gag you, my pretty little pet. You’re far too disrespectful today.”
He loosened his grip on Don’s hips and ran his hands over his sides, up and down in a soothing motion. “Relax, I’ve got you,” he promised. “I’ve got you.”
The body in his arms relaxed slightly, and Shel pressed a brief kiss to Don’s neck. “Perfect,” he repeated before slowly pulling out again.
He didn’t last long. The eight weeks in which he hadn’t allowed himself release finally took their revenge on his touch-starved body. Even as he tried to go slow – the silken grip Don’s body had on him drove him wild, and his body chose a rhythm that was far quicker than the one his mind would have selected, simply to enjoy the sensation of Don’s body surrounding him, while he held Don. His arms were wrapped around Don’s chest, playing with his nipples, scratching slightly over them, brushing them with soft fingertips, rubbing them, while his hips pushed against Don’s ass as if they had a will on their own, pushing him deeper and deeper in Don’s willing body. The sound of water hitting his body and Don’s soft moans and whimpers mixed together after a while, disappearing under the rush of blood in his ears, and he came with a muffled yell against Don’s shoulder, buried balls-deep in him, draped over Don’s strong back, his shaking legs almost unable to hold his weight.
Don moaned again, a pitiful little sound that roused him long enough to brush trembling fingers over Don’s stomach, but never touching his erect cock.
“Good pet,” he murmured as his softened cock slipped out of Don’s body. He turned Don around, so his back leaned against the wall, and kissed him softly. Don’s eyes were huge and dark, and Shel saw teeth marks on his forearm. With a smile he sank down on his knees in front of his pet and licked a broad stripe over his erection. Don’s hips pushed forwards, towards, him, and he settled his left hand on a pale hip while kissing the tip of Don’s erection and then taking it in his mouth, brushing his tongue over and around it. His free hand snuck between Don’s legs and started to play with his balls.
He loosened his grip a fraction, allowing Don to push deeper in, swallowing and humming softly.
His right hand wandered from Don’s balls to the curve of his ass. He pushed in two fingers and pressed down just right while swallowing again, taking more of his cock in his mouth, causing Don to jerk and tumble over the sharp edge into orgasm with a hoarse shout.
Shel let Don’s cock slip from his mouth, pulled his fingers free and rested his forehead against his stomach, allowing Don to regain his equilibrium for a moment before rising and taking Don’s mouth in a possessive, deep kiss, licking his bottom lip gently, soothing the sting where Don had bitten down, finally slipping his tongue in and letting Don taste himself.
“Hm. The water is getting cold,” Don murmured when Shel finally pulled back. Shel laughed warmly and pulled Don back in his arms, simply holding him for a moment before turning off the water and stepping out of the tub.
Don followed him quickly and pulled the towel from the rack. “Let me,” he asked softly, and Shel nodded once, letting Don pat him dry.
They settled on the bed, Don on his stomach, and Shel kneeling over him, his hands gliding over Don’s shoulders and back.
“You’re still tense,” Shel said and poured some of the massage oil directly on Don’s back. “Relax. I take care of you now.”
Don sighed when Shel’s hands dug into the knotted muscles of his back, but after a while of concentrated work Shel had managed to smooth them out. He spread out over Don, pressing a kiss to the still damp hair behind his ear. “Do you want to talk about it?” he inquired gently.
Don shrugged with one shoulder. “About what?”
“About what happened today at the precinct,” Shel answered easily and rolled off Don, only to pull him close.
Don hesitated a moment. “It was a good scare,” he finally admitted. “But it’s alright.”
Shel smiled and pressed a soft kiss to Don’s nose. “It is,” he agreed. “I take care of you now.”
The rest of tension melted out of Don’s body, and he smiled gently, before asking:
“Does that mean I can have my collar back?”
END.
Author: Kathie
Rating: FRAO. Oh yeah.
Warnings: Slash, D/S relationship (*snorts* more or less only implied in this?)
Spoilers for Wasted
Word Count: 4,006.
Disclaimer: not mine. How sad is that.
Pairing: Shel/Don
Beta:
nerfgunqueen, a2h, minerva36Summary: cont. from part 1. Shel takes care of his pet…
A/N: smut completely Ginny’s fault.
***
When Sheldon came home that night, Don was already there. He was sitting on the couch, the TV was turned on, although the sound was turned down so that it was nothing more than a soft hum in the background.
“Hey,” Sheldon greeted softly and dropped his keys on the table. “Have you been here for long?”
Don made a non-committal sound, and Sheldon smiled. It seemed as if Don had come here directly after his shift; not that Shel minded. It was the reason he had given Don a key.
He’d been at Don’s place only once, understanding that the other man needed the security and the safe retreat. He understood it and he respected it, even when he wished that Don would trust him.
He shook his head gently. He knew that he didn’t deserve the trust, not with what happened eight weeks ago, when he had broken one of the most important rules. Don had shrugged his concerns off, but Shel couldn’t forget the look of panic that had settled on Don’s face for a split second, right before he had hit his head against the edge of the desk.
He hadn’t tried to tie Don up after that. He just didn’t trust himself enough anymore.
Shel sighed again and dropped his gun on the table.
He was glad that he could still see Don from the corner of his eye, otherwise he would have missed how the man’s hand twitched instinctively to his side at the sound, towards his own gun, before he caught himself and shifted nervously to his former position.
Shel frowned. What – he stopped himself. Of course something was not right here. Stella had told him about the man who had walked into the precinct and had dropped his gun on Flack’s desk. The weapon his wife had used to kill his doctor.
He rolled his eyes. He should have paid better attention to his pet – he was seriously slacking, again, and that just wouldn’t do.
“Pet.”
Don turned his head towards him before getting up and walking up to him. He had taken off his tie and had undone the top buttons of his shirt, and he wasn’t wearing any shoes, but besides that, he still was in his work clothes.
Shel reached out and put his hand on Don’s shoulder, applying gentle pressure. Don kneeled willingly, his head bowed down, the tense line of his shoulders hard under Shel’s hand. The ease with which he submitted to Shel’s every touch surprised him again and again, and he had to swallow.
“We need to talk about this,” he whispered and ran a hand through Don’s hair. “Stay with me here for a minute, okay?”
Don nodded and sat back on his heels. Shel started to shake his head, but he thought better of it and lowered himself to the floor, as well. They needed to be on the same level for this, and that included the physical level.
“What do we need to talk about?” Don asked and frowned.
“If we want to continue this,” Shel said firmly. “And if we do, what the limits are going to be.”
“What?” Don’s frown deepened.
Shel sighed. “You’re not stupid. You know what I’m talking about. What happened…”
“Nothing happened!” Don snapped back. “I told you it was okay! It was just a small bruise, nothing to worry about!”
“It was.” Shel took a calming breath. Why didn’t Don understand? This was important.
“It is my job – my duty – to take care of what’s mine,” he said. “And I failed. How often have you seen scenes where a wife gets pushed by her husband against the edge of something, and it kills them?” He lifted a hand, but didn’t actually touch Don. “What if something happened? Respiration. Heart rhythm, it’s all controlled by the brain stem – if you hit the edge a bit harder?”
“I know a good doctor,” Don snapped.
“I couldn’t have done anything but perform your autopsy!” Shel only noticed that he had yelled when he registered the stunned look on Don’s face. He bit his lip and took another calming breath. Don had this ability to get under his skin like nobody else did. He insisted that it was part of his charm, even if Shel had made him wear a gag for his smart mouth more than once.
“You want to know what I’m thinking?” Don finally asked. His voice sounded almost normal, but the little catch almost broke Shel’s heart.
It made him realize one thing: he didn’t want to lose Don. He liked to work with him, liked his professionalism, and he loved playing with him, even when he had to put down some strict guidelines. Don liked to test how far he could go, and he did it on a regular basis. He couldn’t keep his mouth shut sometimes, and he was quick to come to conclusions without knowing all the facts. He was impatient. He was beautiful, and he was amazing when he focused on something. He had a wonderful sense of humor, and Shel loved the way he reacted to the things he did to him.
“What are you thinking?” he asked quietly.
“I think that you’re worrying too much. Nothing happened. You’re too caught up in your what ifs and crime scenes and medical knowledge. I’m fine. I told you I’m fine. You want me to trust you?”
Shel swallowed. Did he want Don to trust him? Of course he wanted that, even if it meant that he had to take care of him, and right now, Shel wasn’t too sure if he could still do that.
“Do you want me to trust you? Yes or no.” Don repeated. Blue eyes bore into his, and Shel’s lips twitched into a small smile. Don was a really good interrogator, and he began to feel sorry for the poor creatures that were put in an interrogation room with these blue eyes and this sharp mind.
“Yes,” he said softly.
“I trust you.” Don shifted closer. “Do you trust me?”
“Of course,” he said immediately. He didn’t even have to think about it. He trusted Don with his life every time they worked a crime scene together, trusted him to keep him safe, let him do his work properly – of course he trusted Don.
A triumphant smile appeared on Don’s face. “So, if you trust me, why don’t you believe me that I’m fine?”
Shel ran a hand over his face. “Do you want the details why I don’t trust your judgement when you’re – like that?”
“Like what?” Don shook his head. “You don’t trust me to know when to stop?”
“Not when you’re high on endorphins.”
“It’s been eight weeks. You’re the doc, you tell me if the effects of any endorphins shouldn’t have worn off by now.” Don shifted even closer, until they almost touched. “It’s okay,” he repeated. “I’m okay. You are okay. Stop worrying about things that never happened.”
“It is my job to keep you safe,” Shel protested. “And if that means I have to keep you safe from myself, I will do that.”
Don shook his head. “You spend too much time with Mac.”
“He is a great teacher.”
“When it comes to crimes,” Don answered and shifted again, brushing against Shel.
“Don…”
“I want to play. With you. I trust you. Nothing will happen. I promise you.” Don’s lips were suddenly on his, and it took Shel all of his willpower not to react to the kiss, but to put his hands on Don’s chest and gently push him off.
“Do you really want to stop?” Don asked after a few seconds. Again he tried to sound casual, but Shel could see the way he almost clenched his hands into fists and pulled his shoulders up, as if he wanted to prepare for a blow.
“No,” he said earnestly. “I want to keep this.”
“So do I.” Don smiled. “What is stopping us?”
Shel couldn’t help himself, he answered the smile with one of his own. “I have rules.”
“What kind of rules?” Don asked suspiciously and shifted, this time away from Shel. Sheldon appreciated it – it usually meant that Don was at least willing to think about it before acting. He sighed inwardly. His pet usually was far too impatient. He needed to teach him some patience.
“Just some basic rules for you. I expect you to remember them and act according to them.”
He held up his hand. “You ready to hear them?”
Don rolled his eyes. “Yes.”
“One. I want you to be honest.”
Don allowed himself a small smile. “No problems with that.”
“Two. If you don’t trust me, we won’t play.” Shel continued. “Three. It’s okay to change your mind. That goes with Four: You have the right to say stop. Nobody knows better than you what you can take – you have to tell me where to stop.” He shook his head. “And I try to listen to you the next time.”
“You listened to me, Shel,” Don sighed. “That’s where this whole mess started.”
Shel disagreed, but he decided to keep quiet about it for the moment. There would be time to deal with the rest of their problems later. One after the other, like they would do at a crime scene.
“Five.” He continued instead. “If you need to talk about anything, ask for it. Okay?”
“Okay,” Don agreed immediately. “Can I have the collar back now?”
“Don – I want you to think about this,” Sheldon frowned.
“I did.”
“Seriously.”
Don rolled his eyes again. “I seriously did. You left me hanging for eight weeks! Eight weeks. Believe me, I had enough time to think about this.”
Shel couldn’t help himself. He had to smile about the outraged expression Don had put on. He leaned forwards and gave Don a light peck on the lips.
“We’re fine?” Don murmured.
Shel smiled and smoothed a hand over his shoulder. Don’s muscles still were awfully tense, but he smiled slightly.
“Yes, we are,” he murmured and leaned closer. Don closed the gap between them with a happy sound and all but crawled in Shel’s lap.
“Such an overeager little pet you are.” Shel smiled and wrapped his arms around Don. “Now what to do with you?”
“I have a few suggestions.” Don grinned and pushed his hips against Shel.
Shel laughed softly. “Impatient little pet. Come on. Let’s get up. I’m too old for this.”
“Too old for what? Kneeling on the floor? I’m doing it all the time.” Don teased gently, but he rose and offered Shel a hand up.
“You’re younger than me,” Shel pointed out, but he grabbed Don’s hand and allowed him to pull him against Don’s lanky body. “And you’re getting a bit cheeky, pet.”
“Yes sir,” Don grinned.
Shel slapped him playfully on the ass. “Come on,” he repeated gently and pointed towards the bedroom. “I give you two minutes to get undressed and kneeling by the bed.”
“Yes sir,” Don grinned and turned hurried off, already unbuttoning his shirt. Shel only shook his head. As much as he used to complain, albeit only when nobody could hear it, about Don’s impatience, sometimes he just loved it.
He went to his office and pulled out the lacquered box. They wouldn’t do much tonight, he was sure, but he needed to do something to relax his pet. Those muscles in his back and shoulders had been awfully tense and knotted.
He selected a few items and put the box back to its spot. A glance at his watch confirmed that the two minutes he had given Don were almost over, and he smiled softly.
Entering the bedroom, he found Don exactly where he had expected him – kneeling next to the bed, his head bowed down, his hands loosely crossed behind his back. His clothes had been thrown haphazardly over a chair.
Sheldon could feel the first stirrings of arousal at the sight of his lover, submissive and just waiting for him. He walked over to him, dropped the things he had gotten from the box onto the bed and leaned down to press a kiss against Don’s hair, breathing: “Pretty little pet.”
Don shifted slightly. “Sir?”
“Yes?”
“Can I…can I have my collar back? Sir? Pretty please?”
Shel straightened. “No.”
He watched as Don’s hands clenched for a second before relaxing again. “I see.”
“You don’t, but you will soon.” Shel said and brushed his hand through Don’s hair again. “Get in the bathroom.”
Don did, but as he followed him, Shel noticed that he was moving less enthusiastically than just minutes ago. Taking off his own shirt, he just pointed to the shower. “Get in.”
He let Don adjust the temperature of the water while taking off his pants and underwear before stepping into the shower stall and under the spray of water. Plastering himself against Don’s back he let the hot, almost scalding water cascade over his body.
“Okay?” Don asked softly. Shel pressed his lips to Don’s shoulder in a soft kiss. “Perfect, my kitten.”
Don snorted and leaned his forearms against the wall. “You know that I have allergies,” he pointed out.
“Hm.” Shel pulled back and ran his hands over Don’s back. His skilled fingers danced in a feather light touch over the sharp edges of bones, the rough tissue of scars and the soft smoothness of warm skin before finally settling on Don’s hips.
“Mine,” he whispered softly. Don didn’t answer, but Sheldon didn’t expect it. Don rarely responded to those claims. He simply pushed back against Sheldon, moaning softly when Shel kissed his shoulder again.
“Easy,” Shel laughed and encouraged Don to turn around. He ran a single fingernail over Don’s chest, watching with interest as a red line appeared on the pale flesh. He did it again, and only looked up when Don’s head fell against the tiled wall with a dull sound.
“Careful there.” He leaned against Don, rubbing against him, cradling his head in his hands, and angling him for a deep probing kiss. Don didn’t hesitate or resist, he just opened his mouth and let Sheldon’s tongue push in and explore his mouth.
After several long moments, Shel pulled back and pressed a line of kisses over Don’s cheekbone until he had reached his ear. “Pretty. Stay still and close your eyes.” He grabbed the bottle of shampoo – Don’s, since his own, short cropped hair didn’t need any special care products – and poured some of it in his hand. Reaching up, he began to wash Don’s hair, marvelling at the softness of the silky strands, even wet as they were.
Don moaned softly when Shel pulled him under the spray to rinse the soap out of his hair and then pulled him around again to lean his forearms against the wall again. Selecting another bottle, he began to wash his pet’s body slowly and carefully from head to toe, arousing him with his touches just as much as he was cleaning him.
“Shel!” Don suddenly moaned when Shel reached his ass and continued to tease him with light touches. “What did I do to you? Stop torturing me!”
Shel pressed a brief kiss against Don’s shoulder, not caring about the taste of soap against his tongue. “I do whatever I want to do to you, my pet,” he answered. “And I remember telling you to be quiet?”
“You didn’t,” Don muttered and dropped his head back against his arms.
“Now I did.” Sheldon chuckled and bit lightly at Don’s shoulder. “Spread your legs a bit, okay?”
Don moaned softly, but he did as he was told and shifted a bit until Shel was satisfied and stopped him with a gentle touch to his hip. “That’s perfect.”
He ran his hand over Don’s ass in a soft caress. “Perfect,” he repeated and brushed his fingertips against his hole.
Don pushed back against his fingers, and Shel started to lick, kiss and bite a line over his shoulders, while still playing with his ass. He grabbed the bottle with the liquid soap and drizzled some of it over Don’s ass and his hand, shielding it with his own body against the beat of the water. His fingers circled a bit more, spreading the soap a bit, before finally pushing with gentle pressure into Don’s body, settling a slow, teasing rhythm, sliding in and out of him.
“Okay?” he asked after a few moments and smoothed his free hand over Don’s hip. “Two now?”
Don didn’t answer, but he glared at Shel over his shoulder and pushed his hips back against his fingers in blatant invitation, and Shel laughed warmly against his shoulder and added a second finger.
“That’s it,” he praised softly and continued with his slow rhythm. “Tell me if I should stop.”
“What do you think I am, an idiot?” Don gasped and shifted a bit.
“No.” Shel’s fingers pushed deep into his ass and stilled. “I think you’re a disobedient pet, kitten. Want to try that again?”
He curled his fingers upwards, searching, finding, and pressing down gently, watching in utter fascination as Don’s back curved and locked into an almost painful looking arch, towards his fingers, his mouth opened in a silent scream, shudders running over his lean frame. It was a beautiful sight, and it almost made him come. Don’s lashes over his closed eyes were wet and spiked, he was gasping, his lips red and swollen from where he had bitten down to keep the sounds in, his back arched, his forearms pressed against the wall of the shower, with Sheldon’s fingers in his ass.
“You are beautiful,” he murmured and pressed a quick kiss to Don’s back. “Ready for another one?”
This time Don only nodded, and Shel carefully withdrew his fingers to add more soap and finally push three fingers into Don’s ass. He went careful and slow, just the way he would handle evidence – he was still amazed by the amount of trust Don showed in him, simply by allowing him to do this. He began to scissor his fingers slightly, brushing against Don’s prostate every now and then. He kept his slow in-and-out-rhythm up for some moments, then he pulled his fingers out and away.
“Okay?” he asked again, and he could practically hear the eyeroll. “Yes. Sir. Please,” Don moaned, and pressed his ass back, against Sheldon’s body.
“Such an overeager, nice little kitten,” Shel grinned and grabbed the bottle of soap again. “And yet so disobedient.”
He could see in the tense line of Don’s back that he really tried to keep still, but as soon as he pushed the tip of his soap-coated erection against Don’s ass, Don pushed back against him, forcing him to grab his hip with his left hand.
“Calm down,” he whispered and pressed another kiss to Don’s upper back, before catching the paperthin skin over his spine in between his teeth and starting to suck slightly. At the same time he hitched his hips slowly forwards.
“You’re so tight. So hot. Mine. My pet,” he whispered as he slowly moved deeper, giving Don the time to get used to the intrusion. “Are you okay?”
“Stop asking me that! I’m not a blushing virgin,” Don gritted out between clenched teeth, and Shel slowed down even more. “I think you need a gag,” he said idly and pulled Don flush to his body. “I should gag you, my pretty little pet. You’re far too disrespectful today.”
He loosened his grip on Don’s hips and ran his hands over his sides, up and down in a soothing motion. “Relax, I’ve got you,” he promised. “I’ve got you.”
The body in his arms relaxed slightly, and Shel pressed a brief kiss to Don’s neck. “Perfect,” he repeated before slowly pulling out again.
He didn’t last long. The eight weeks in which he hadn’t allowed himself release finally took their revenge on his touch-starved body. Even as he tried to go slow – the silken grip Don’s body had on him drove him wild, and his body chose a rhythm that was far quicker than the one his mind would have selected, simply to enjoy the sensation of Don’s body surrounding him, while he held Don. His arms were wrapped around Don’s chest, playing with his nipples, scratching slightly over them, brushing them with soft fingertips, rubbing them, while his hips pushed against Don’s ass as if they had a will on their own, pushing him deeper and deeper in Don’s willing body. The sound of water hitting his body and Don’s soft moans and whimpers mixed together after a while, disappearing under the rush of blood in his ears, and he came with a muffled yell against Don’s shoulder, buried balls-deep in him, draped over Don’s strong back, his shaking legs almost unable to hold his weight.
Don moaned again, a pitiful little sound that roused him long enough to brush trembling fingers over Don’s stomach, but never touching his erect cock.
“Good pet,” he murmured as his softened cock slipped out of Don’s body. He turned Don around, so his back leaned against the wall, and kissed him softly. Don’s eyes were huge and dark, and Shel saw teeth marks on his forearm. With a smile he sank down on his knees in front of his pet and licked a broad stripe over his erection. Don’s hips pushed forwards, towards, him, and he settled his left hand on a pale hip while kissing the tip of Don’s erection and then taking it in his mouth, brushing his tongue over and around it. His free hand snuck between Don’s legs and started to play with his balls.
He loosened his grip a fraction, allowing Don to push deeper in, swallowing and humming softly.
His right hand wandered from Don’s balls to the curve of his ass. He pushed in two fingers and pressed down just right while swallowing again, taking more of his cock in his mouth, causing Don to jerk and tumble over the sharp edge into orgasm with a hoarse shout.
Shel let Don’s cock slip from his mouth, pulled his fingers free and rested his forehead against his stomach, allowing Don to regain his equilibrium for a moment before rising and taking Don’s mouth in a possessive, deep kiss, licking his bottom lip gently, soothing the sting where Don had bitten down, finally slipping his tongue in and letting Don taste himself.
“Hm. The water is getting cold,” Don murmured when Shel finally pulled back. Shel laughed warmly and pulled Don back in his arms, simply holding him for a moment before turning off the water and stepping out of the tub.
Don followed him quickly and pulled the towel from the rack. “Let me,” he asked softly, and Shel nodded once, letting Don pat him dry.
They settled on the bed, Don on his stomach, and Shel kneeling over him, his hands gliding over Don’s shoulders and back.
“You’re still tense,” Shel said and poured some of the massage oil directly on Don’s back. “Relax. I take care of you now.”
Don sighed when Shel’s hands dug into the knotted muscles of his back, but after a while of concentrated work Shel had managed to smooth them out. He spread out over Don, pressing a kiss to the still damp hair behind his ear. “Do you want to talk about it?” he inquired gently.
Don shrugged with one shoulder. “About what?”
“About what happened today at the precinct,” Shel answered easily and rolled off Don, only to pull him close.
Don hesitated a moment. “It was a good scare,” he finally admitted. “But it’s alright.”
Shel smiled and pressed a soft kiss to Don’s nose. “It is,” he agreed. “I take care of you now.”
The rest of tension melted out of Don’s body, and he smiled gently, before asking:
“Does that mean I can have my collar back?”
END.