/Please come get me./
Keith frowns at the message. He stares at it so long he almost doesn't hear the cashier talking to him. James doesn't text in complete sentences with proper grammar.
When he pulls up in front of the suburban mansion -- Keith doesn't even know who this one belongs too -- James is waiting.
"I'm here, it's okay." Keith puts his hands on James' shoulders and waits for him to lift his head. It takes a moment.
Keith nods, he leads James to the car. His suspicions are confirmed when James hisses as he slides into the passenger seat. Keith hands him the bag with the candy and James gives him a weak smile.
"Zarkon," James says with a sigh.
Keith grits his teeth, his knuckles turn white against the steering wheel. Apparently, before starting Galra Studios, Zarkon had been the favorite dom at several leather clubs.
When they get home he helps James out of his clothes and into bed. He grabs a bottle of water
"Thanks," James says Keith curls his arms around him.
"No problem," Keith says. He runs his fingers through James' hair and feels him relax into his embrace.
"How're you feeling?" Keith asks.
"Better," James says. He hooks his chin over Keith's shoulder and slides his hands up Keith's bare chest.
"Clearly." Keith presses a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth and cups him through his underwear.
"He didn't let me come," James whines.
James pouts at him and Keith rolls his eyes before pushing him back.
"I'm almost finished putting stuff away," Keith says "You can wait."
"I was so good for him too," James mutters under his breath.
"I'm sure you were." He takes James by the hand and leads him out of the kitchen.
"I'd prefer to earn my punishment, thanks," he says. He holds up the bottle of lotion. "Bend over."
"Shit, James," Keith swears when he gets a look at the welts. They go all the way down to his thighs. "I hope they paid you extra for this."
"You know they didn't," he says.
Keith squirts out a silver dollar sized dollop of lotion into his hand and rubs his palms together. James drops down to his elbows, hissing when Keith's hands first touch his abused skin.
"Keith," James whines.
"How can you still want to be fucked?" Keith asks, even as he's moving his thumb in and out slowly. "Aren't you sore?"
"Yeah, but it's /good/," James moans. "Let's go to my room. I'll make it worth your while."
"What do you want?" Keith asks. He's sitting on the edge of the bed, peeling off his socks.
Keith finds the slim baby blue vibe in James' nightstand.
"You're so easy," Keith says. "Open your legs, slut."
"Keith, please," James moans.
"Your ass is in no shape to take anything else today," Keith says.
Keith turns up the speed on the vibrator and brings it back to the base of James' dick.
"Touch yourself," he says, watching as James curls a hand around the head of his dick. "Yeah, just like that."
"Come on," Keith whispers. "I know you wanna come."
"We need to get you a proper daddy," Keith says.
"Pretty sure that's the pot calling the kettle gay."
James pushes himself up so he can look Keith in the eye.
"I just need a beefy top who wants to fuck me on the regular. That's not the same thing. Fuck emotions."
"Uh huh. Whatever you say, babe."
"Don't kiss me when I'm annoyed at you," Keith says.
"Are you too annoyed to get your dick sucked too?" James asks with a smirk.
"I told you I'd make it worth your while." James straddles his hips and it /has/ to hurt but James doesn't flinch. Keith stares up at James' mouth, watching his clever tongue as it runs along the front of his
"Say you want it," James says. He nips at Keith's jaw and Keith can't help rutting up
"Fuck," Keith whispers. "I want it. I want your mouth on my cock."
"Ask and you shall receive," James says because he's a fucking nerd.
"Fuck," Keith groans. "You're so good at that."
"I know," he says. "I've had a lot of practice."
He sticks his tongue out and taps Keith's dick against it a few times.
James pulls off and sucks at his balls, already drawn up tight, and glides his thumb over the head of Keith's cock.
Keith laughs, breathless. James drags his tongue up the underside of his cock and starts jerking him off.
"You're good at taking charge when you need to."
"Fuck," Keith groans. He tugs James' hand away and forces him down, feels his dick hit the back of James' throat
"And you know what you like," he says, his voice rougher than before.
"You could fucking destroy a service top is all I'm saying."
Keith doesn't respond. Instead he just trails his thumb over James bottom lip.
James snorts, "I thought you'd never ask."
He takes Keith into his mouth again and his hands grip Keith's hips. Keith's hands go to the back of James' head, fucking his mouth in a steady rhythm.
"Hey," he says.
"That was fun," he says.
Keith laughs. "Yeah." He brushes James' messy hair away from his face.
"Thanks for taking care of me," James says, his voice more serious than it was a moment ago.
"Any time, babe."