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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Stargate_Atlantis_RPF
  Relationship:
      Joe_Flanigan/Dylan_Neal
  Character:
      Joe_Flanigan, Dylan_Neal
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Dark, Slavery, Teenagers, Keptverse
  Collections:
      What_We_Keep
  Stats:
      Published: 2009-05-14 Words: 1619
****** Catch Yourself Before You Burn (the Spin and Learn remix) ******
by Telesilla
Summary
     Dylan knows he shouldn't want it.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
  This work was inspired by
      Catch_Yourself_(Before_You_Burn) by darkrose
Toss and Turn, I spin and learn,
"Catch yourself before you burn."
"Center Stage" -- Indigo Girls
"Hey," Dylan says as Joe gets out of the shower. "I was thinking...." He trails
off and then laughs a little nervously when Joe gives him an amused look. "Yeah
yeah, I know, I need not to do that."
Joe just looks at him, smirking. It shouldn't be hot, but it is and Dylan takes
a deep breath.
"I want you to fuck me."
"You want me to do what?"
And okay, Dylan had figured Joe would be shocked, but the little head tilt is a
bit much. He keeps his voice bland as he answers. "Is that a problem?"
"Yes!" Before Dylan can get worried--this is not a conversation he wants anyone
overhearing--Joe quiets down. "I can't do that!"
Dylan sighs and tries not to look too hurt. "Can't or won't?"
"I'm not supposed to..." Joe begins and Dylan rolls his eyes. He's not an
idiot, thank you.
"You're not supposed to fuck me. I know."
"Jesus--will you keep it down?"
Dylan frowns and runs a hand through his hair. He's not that loud; Joe's just
being a jerk.
"I don't see what the big deal is, honestly," he says, and okay, of course he
does, but it shouldn't be a big deal. "I just want to know what it feels like.
I mean obviously, you like it."
"I know you're incapable of remembering this, Dylan, but I'm a body-slave. I'm
supposed to like getting fucked. It's my job. You're my master, and masters
don't bottom."
That stings a little; Dylan never forgets. He hates it, thinks it's wrong,
wishes that Joe were just his boyfriend and not his slave, but he never
forgets.
"I could order you to fuck me," he says, even though he can guess what the
response to that will be.
"Oh, please," Joe says, rolling his eyes. "You couldn't order a fucking pizza
and you know it. Feel free to try, though."
The eyeroll was expected but the glare is just over the top and Dylan loses it
about the same time Joe does, laughing until his chest hurts and he can't
breathe.
"Seriously, though...." He pauses. "I really do want to, but if you're not
interested..."
"It's not that, you know it. I just....we're already doing all of this wrong--
as your Dad is so fond of telling me--and if anyone finds out, I'll be the one
who gets in trouble."
Biting back an angry remark--it's bad enough that his dad is fucking Joe--but
does Joe have to bring up the fact that Dad thinks Dylan isn't a very good
master? Maybe Dylan doesn't want to be his dad's definition of a "very good
master".
It's time, Dylan decides, to bring out the big guns.
"No one's going to find out." He gets up and moves over to the bed. Joe's
staring at him and Dylan smiles just a little; Joe wants him, that much is
clear.
"C'mon, Joe. If it doesn't work, we never do it again and we don't have to ever
talk about it." He settles down, and rests his head on Joe's thigh. Joe's
getting hard and Dylan figures that if all else fails, he can just lean over
and try to suck Joe off. One thing at a time, he tells himself.
"Please?" he asks, opening his eyes wide.
"You're such a pain in the ass, you know that?" Joe says, and Dylan tries hard
not to grin too broadly; he's totally won. "Quit with the big-eyes thing; if
you really want me to roll you over, I will."
"I really do," he says, reaching up and kissing Joe, partly because he loves
doing that and partly to hide the fact that he's still not entirely sure about
this. I really, really do, he tells himself firmly.
"So, he says, pulling back from kissing Joe only when he realizes that if they
keep doing it, it'll all be over before it starts. "How do you want me?"
"You'll probably be more comfortable on your stomach," Joe says, and Dylan
rolls over while Joe grabs the lube. Joe's right, he thinks, this will be
easier and maybe Joe won't figure out just how nervous Dylan is.
It won't be, it can't be as awkward as the first time he fucked Joe, with Joe
trying not to be too obvious about talking him through it. Unlike Dylan, Joe
will know what he's doing.
Dylan likes to pretend that he doesn't know how Joe got that knowledge but it's
not easy when Joe starts talking. He tries to pay attention and not think about
someone saying things like this to Joe while Dylan's in a classroom down the
hall learning about economic theory.
"Just...try to relax, okay? I'll be as careful as I possibly can, but it may
hurt a little at first. If you want me to stop at any point, say so and I
will."
Dylan's tried before in the shower, but he's never gotten very far and it feels
completely different when Joe carefully slides his slick finger into Dylan's
ass. Dylan wants to be still, doesn't want to do anything that will make Joe
stop, but he can't help squirming. And then Joe's doing something else and...oh
fuck, so that's what it feels like.
No wonder he likes it, Dylan thinks as he moans and moves to get more.
"Relax," Joe says, his voice low and reassuring. Dylan shivers again as Joe's
hand moves down his back. "I'd never do anything to hurt you."
"I know," Dylan says, and he can't find the breath to tell Joe that he's not
shivering because it hurts. "I just...."
Joe hums just a little and nuzzles the back of Dylan's neck as he moves his
fingers carefully inside Dylan. Someday Dylan needs to tell Joe that he always
feels safe with him, but right now, he's too busy processing this
whole...thing.
"Is this okay?"
He probably shouldn't laugh when Joe's so concerned, but really. Is it okay?
"That was a trick question, right?"
Dylan's relieved when Joe laughs a little with him. "Let's try one more finger
then," Joe says, and oh, God, but that's good. It hurts a little and Joe stops,
which makes Dylan shake his head.
"I'm fine. Feels a little strange from this end is all. Good, though."
It's not like he's a stranger to discomfort, not when so much of his childhood
was so painful and this....Dylan can already tell that it's going to be more
than worth it.
"It's about to get even better, trust me."
And it does; Joe's careful, but steady and in a matter of minutes, Dylan's
moaning and ready for more. He tries to follow Joe's fingers when Joe pulls
back, but then realizes what Joe's about to do.
It burns, but Dylan expected that and Joe's soft gasp makes him feel good. He
wants Joe to like it too, and if that makes him a bad master, well that's just
tough shit.
"If you sit back a little--yeah, hands and knees, just like that--I can get a
better angle," Joe says, wrapping an arm around Dylan. "I've got you."
Joe's right; it's a hell of a lot better. Dylan grabs at the sheets and
surprises himself by gasping and maybe even whining, just a little, in the back
of his throat. Then Joe starts to move and it's insanely good; all Dylan knows
is that he wants more.
"Oh fuck," Dylan mutters very quietly as Joe starts kissing the back of his
neck. That's not fair; he knows how sensitive I am there. He tries to get Joe
to move faster, to fuck him harder, but Joe doesn't and finally Dylan loses
patience.
"More," he demands, looking over his shoulder. Joe looks a little stunned, but
then he grins and suddenly, Dylan's really getting fucked. "God," he mutters,
burying his face in the pillow again because he's afraid he's going to make
enough noise that the whole household knows what's going on.
"So you like this, huh?" Joe says and Dylan nods his head and groans into the
pillow. He loves fucking Joe and just making out or getting a blow job is
pretty cool too, but this...this is fantastic, easily one of the best things
they've ever done.
When Joe finally reaches around and takes hold of Dylan's dick, it's all too
much. With another low moan, Dylan comes hard, not really minding that Joe's
still fucking him.
"Does it...when I'm doing you, does it feel that good? For you, I mean," Dylan
asks, when Joe's curled up behind him and he can finally talk again. He's
already getting sleepy--sex inevitably does that to him--but he wants to know.
"Yeah, usually. You don't have to be so careful with me all of the time,
though--I kind of like it hard."
And now Dylan's in a position to appreciate that. Yeah me too, he thinks, but
he's not going to say it; he's not sure how Joe would react.
So he just smiles up at Joe and says, "You just like me having to do all the
work."
As Joe does his usual efficient job of cleaning them both off, Dylan doesn't
fight the onset of sleep. He knows that they shouldn't have done what they just
did, but he can't bring himself to care.
The rules are wrong. The whole thing is wrong.
It's hardly a new thought, and as he falls asleep, he wishes one more time that
things were different.
 
-end--
End Notes
     This is a POV shift remix of
     [[info] - personal]
darkrose's Catch_Yourself_(Before_You_Burn). As such, I should note that she
did all the heavy lifting while all I had to do was come in and rearrange the
dialog. The title is a line from an Indigo Girls song, "Center_Stage". Thank
you to [[info]_-_personal]poisontaster for permission to play in her Kept_Boy
Universe.
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      Catch_Yourself_(Before_You_Burn) by darkrose
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