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A BIT OF ROUGH.
by Guardian.

"So how's your day been?" Steve asked Jesse, as he flopped down onto the couch next to him.
"Oh, not too bad. A bit slow." He laughed suddenly. "Amanda did a relationship test on me."
"A what?"
"A relationship test. You know, 'So You Think You Know Your Partner' kind of thing. Someone left a magazine lying around and Amanda decided to test me. Like I said, it was a slow day."
"And did you pass?" Steve snuggled up to him. "How well do you know me?"
Jesse frowned.
"I couldn't answer one of the questions."
Steve was surprised to feel a little stab of hurt at those words. He thought that he knew everything there was to know about Jesse and he'd expected the same in return. They'd certainly not kept any secrets from one another.
"What question?" he asked, genuinely curious.
The younger man blushed and looked down at his hands. Steve took a swig of his beer.
"It was... um... about sexual fantasies," Jesse muttered.
Beer was sprayed out onto the carpet as Steve suddenly lost the ability to swallow.
"You were discussing sexual fantasies with Amanda?!"
"No, actually." Jesse looked at him frankly. "I couldn't, because I don't know yours."
"You don't?"
Jesse shook his head, then prompted: "So what is it?"
It was Steve's turn to blush and look away.
"You tell me yours first," he stalled.
"You already know mine," Jesse protested. "We've done it enough times!"
Steve couldn't argue with him over that one. He'd taken some persuading, but Jesse had eventually convinced him to make love outdoors. After his initial reluctance, he'd found that he enjoyed it and now they did it at every possible opportunity, including one unforgettable night on the beach under a full moon.
"Come on Steve."
The detective's mind was racing. He had to give Jesse an answer. He thought of saying something about an open fireplace and a shag-pile rug, or maybe the back seat of his car. Then he looked at his lover, who stared back at him so openly and so trustingly, that he knew he had to tell the truth.
"I, ah, I don't think you're gonna like it."
"What could be that bad?" Jesse frowned as a sudden thought struck him. "You're not thinking threesomes, are you?"
"And share you with somebody else? Not on your life."
"What then?"
"Okay." Steve took a deep breath. "A couple of weeks ago, I busted this guy who... Well, he looked a bit like you. And when I put the cuffs on him..."
Jesse's eyes grew wide as he realised what was coming.
"I had this... vision of you, tied down and helpless, completely at my mercy. I've never been into bondage before, but... I guess it sounds kinda sick, huh?"
He then realised that his lover was anything but repulsed. Jesse was breathing heavily, his pupils were dilated and his face flushed with arousal.
"I wouldn't say sick," Jesse murmured huskily. "I think it sounds kinda exciting. I think I like the idea of being at your mercy."
"You'd do that for me?" Steve looked at him in astonishment.
"I'd do anything for you. You know that."
"But would you trust me, even if you were completely helpless?"
"I'd trust you especially if I was completely helpless."
The words were spoken with such sincerity that Steve felt a sudden surge of absolute love. Jesse was the most incredible thing that had ever happened to him and yet, every day, the young man found new ways to amaze him. Steve reached out and pulled him into a hug.
"I'm so lucky to have you," he whispered.
Jesse's body was hot against his and the talk of bondage had aroused them both.
"Are you ready to play out your fantasies?" Jesse murmured.
"No, not that. Not tonight," Steve began kissing Jesse's neck. "Tonight I've got a little relationship test of my own. I'm gonna show you that I know every single inch of you."
Steve made love to Jesse right there on the couch, lavishing attention on him, kissing him all over and constantly murmuring words of love. He wanted it to be slow and gentle and romantic.
Now that Jesse had expressed willingness to take part in a little bondage, he wanted to prove to his young lover that he really could trust him. He already had a plan that would have Jesse needing every ounce of that trust.

*****

Steve gave Jesse a few days to forget about their talk of bondage. He needed the time to prepare things anyway. Besides, with shift patterns and the long hours that they both worked, they wouldn't really have time until the weekend. And Steve definitely didn't want to rush things.
He left work early on the Friday afternoon. His entire plan revolved around him being home before Jesse. He'd also given Mark strict instructions not to let Jesse leave the hospital until he called. Having a dad who was also your lover's boss had its advantages.
Steve glanced around Jesse's apartment, making sure that nothing was out of place, then he phoned his dad.
"It's about time you called," Mark admonished him mildly. "It's been dead around here. Jesse's practically climbing the walls."
"Sorry, dad. You can send him home now."
"I wish you'd tell me what this surprise is. I won't tell him."
"I know you won't, but this is just between me and Jesse."
He hung up then, happy in the knowledge that his lover was on his way home. Then he turned the lights off, stood out of sight around a corner and waited.

*****

Jesse was in a great mood when he arrived back at the apartment. He had the whole weekend to look forward to. It had been a while since he and Steve had any real quality time together, without one or the other of them worrying about work.
They hadn't made any definite plans for the weekend, but Jesse knew that Steve was looking forward to it as much as he was. Therefore, he was surprised when he arrived home to an apparently empty apartment.
Please don't let him have been called into work, he thought, as he hung his jacket up. We need this time together.
Any other thought he might have had was swiftly cut off as he was grabbed from behind. An arm snaked around his neck and a hand covered his mouth.
"Trust me," Steve whispered.
Jesse couldn't answer, as Steve kept his hand firmly across his mouth.
The doctor remembered their conversation from a few nights ago and his heart began to race. Steve was really going to go through with it.
They both took their love-making and their fantasies very seriously. Jesse was determined to play his part, but the way Steve was behaving, he'd have no choice but to play the victim.
Steve muscled his lover up against a wall and pressed himself up close to him.
"I'm going to take my hand away," he muttered, his voice low and threatening. "Don't make a sound, or I'm gonna have to hurt you."
Jesse swallowed hard and nodded. Just a few minutes into their fantasy and he was already incredibly aroused. Steve ripped his shirt from his back - leaving it in tatters around his waist - then he pulled his arms behind him and coarse rope encircled his wrists. Jesse gasped as he tied the knots, none too gently.
"Steve..."
The detective cuffed the smaller man around the back of his head.
"Not a sound," he growled.
He tugged at the bonds on Jesse's wrists, then spun him round so they were face to face. His hands began to caress Jesse's sweat-slicked chest, stroking him roughly and pinching his nipples. He lowered his head and began sucking on Jesse's neck, occasionally nipping with his teeth, marking him.
Jesse closed his eyes and leaned his head into the wall, enjoying the sensations. Steve's erection was pressed against him and he himself was almost painfully hard. He bit his lip to keep from groaning with desire.
A few moments later, Steve finished working on his neck and looked at him with passion-filled eyes. He thrust himself against Jesse, rubbing their cocks together. This time, Jesse did moan.
"You just can't keep quiet, can you?"
Steve grabbed Jesse's arm and forced him to his knees.
"How about I give you something else to do with your mouth."
Jesse licked his lips. He was trembling with desire, but he somehow managed to keep still and silent as he watched Steve undress.
Steve moved to stand in front of him, his erection jutting out proudly before him. Jesse allowed himself a small smile. They'd had oral sex many times before, but he'd never performed it without doing something with his hands.
"Give it to me, Jess," Steve murmured huskily.
Jesse kissed the tip of his lover's erect cock, then parted his lips to take in the bulbous head, grazing it softly with his teeth. He opened his mouth wider, taking in more of the shaft, his tongue constantly moving. He opened his throat so he could take in the full length and Steve's body stiffened.
The older man moaned, his hands moving to the back of his mate's head. Jesse was an expert when it came to oral sex and he knew that he couldn't hold out much longer. As his orgasm surged, he thrust against Jesse, forcing himself in deep, sending his seed flooding down his lover's throat. He cried out as he came, then slowly withdrew.
Jesse was gasping for breath and, for a moment, Steve wanted to apologise, but that wasn't in keeping with the fantasy. He grabbed a handful of Jesse's hair and, though careful not to really hurt him, forced him to look up at him.
"That was just the beginning," he said. "I've got you all night and I'm going to ride your ass so hard..."
"Steve," Jesse gasped. He was getting desperate. Aside from his tattered shirt, he was still fully dressed and he felt as though he were about to cum in his pants if Steve didn't do something about it soon.
Steve responded by simply putting a finger to his lips. He leaned over Jesse, then took hold of his shoulders, forcing him down to lie on his back.
Jesse could only watch as he moved into the kitchen area and took something
from one of the drawers.
"I didn't want to do this." Steve came back into view holding a roll of electrical tape. "But you've left me no choice."
He tore a strip off and knelt beside his prone mate.
"I don't want to hear your voice." He secured the tape over Jesse's mouth, then stood up. "And besides, by the time I've finished with you, you're gonna want to beg for mercy. And I don't intend to show you any."
Steve crouched at Jesse's feet and slowly took his shoes and socks off. He trailed his finger along the sole of one foot and Jesse writhed at the touch. He was incredibly sensitive just there and the sensation just added to his arousal.
Then the older man moved his hands to Jesse's belt. The doctor arched up against him, silently urging him to hurry, but Steve took his time. He brushed his fingertips over Jesse's prominent erection and felt him tremble at the touch.
"Not yet," he whispered, as he unfastened Jesse's pants and eased them down over his hips. The ruined shirt fell to the floor, to lie forgotten by both of them. He toyed with the waistband of his lover's boxer shorts.
Jesse moaned behind his gag. His eyes were closed and his breath came in short gasps. He would have begged Steve for release if he had been able to.
Steve stripped the shorts off, his eyes taking in the younger man's extreme state of arousal. In truth, he had been a little bit uncertain about going through with this fantasy, but now he could see how much they were both enjoying it, he was determined to make it last as long as possible.
He opened Jesse's legs and knelt down in between them. Jesse stiffened, throwing his head back, expecting Steve's hot mouth to close around his cock. Instead, Steve bent lower and kissed the inside of Jesse's knee. He moved his lips upwards, trailing kisses up the inside of his thigh.
Jesse was writhing and moaning, so close to orgasm that he felt that if Steve were to just touch his cock, he would cum immediately. But Steve had no intention of touching him there. His mouth lingered on the inside of his thigh and he bit down softly. Jesse jerked, his cock twitched and Steve felt himself growing hard again at his reactions. He sucked on Jesse's thigh, marking him there the same way as he'd marked his neck.
"So beautiful," he murmured. He lifted his head and blew on Jesse's cock, to set the young man writhing again.
Jesse wanted to scream. He had never felt anything like it. Steve was torturing him, but it was the sweetest kind of torture. As desperate as he was for relief, he still wanted this moment to last.
Steve reached for the lube, that he'd hidden behind the couch, then rolled Jesse onto his side and began massaging his ass cheeks, easing them open. He slipped one slick finger inside the tight ring of muscle and Jesse whimpered. Steve knew that his lover couldn't hold out for much longer. As his questing finger neared its target, he put his lips very close to Jesse's ear.
"Now," he whispered. "You're gonna be begging for it."
His finger brushed against Jesse's prostate and a muffled cry escaped the younger man. He eased a second finger inside his mate, opening him up gently.
"I told you," he murmured. "I've got you all night. You're gonna cum like you've never cum before."
He continued to nuzzle at Jesse's neck as he inserted a third finger.
Jesse's head came back, his cheek rubbed against Steve's as he tried to demonstrate just how badly he wanted to kiss him. Steve blew softly into his ear.
"Ready?"
He twisted his head far enough to be able to see Jesse's face. The younger man's eyes were slightly glazed, but they were still filled with desire and that heart-warming trust that he loved so much.
He gently removed his fingers and pushed the head of his cock up against Jesse's opening. He felt his lover push back against him.
"Easy, baby," he whispered, then slowly entered him.
This time it was Steve who moaned as Jesse's hot, tight channel closed around him. And Jesse's hands, trapped between their sweat-soaked bodies, stroked across his stomach, then clenched into fists as he penetrated deeper.
Steve kept his movements deliberately slow as he eased himself inside, wanting to savour the moment and have his arousal last for as long as possible. He buried himself entirely inside his lover, until his balls rubbed up against his ass. Steve paused for the briefest moment, then began to thrust, equally slowly, eliciting another stifled moan from his mate.
Gradually he speeded up his thrusts, resisting the urge to grab hold of Jesse's cock and start pumping it, to bring them to a climax together.
Instead, he kept his hands firmly on his lover's hips and, as his balls tightened with his imminent orgasm, pulled Jesse back onto him. He rammed himself in, hard and they both cried out together as he came.
It was a long moment before Steve was able to move again. Then he kissed the back of Jesse's head, carefully withdrew and sat up. He rolled Jesse onto his back. The doctor was still highly aroused.
Steve smiled at him wickedly, then leaned back against the couch.
"You have no idea of just how gorgeous you look right now," he murmured, his eyes wandering lazily over every inch of his lover's prone form. "I could just sit here and look at you all night."
Jesse made a small sound of protest and shifted his hips slightly. Steve grinned and leaned over him.
"Yes, I could just sit back and enjoy the view." He kissed Jesse on the tip of his nose. "And there's nothing you could do about it."
Jesse stared back at him, his eyes wide and pleading. Steve straddled him, his knees either side of him, allowing his own spent cock to trail across his stomach. Jesse tried to arch up into him, but he shifted his weight and effectively kept the young doctor immobile.
Steve dipped his head, his mouth finding one taut nipple. He sucked at it, nipping with his teeth and teasing with his tongue. Jesse was sweating profusely.
"Completely at my mercy." Steve turned his attention to the other nipple as Jesse writhed beneath him. "And didn't I say I wasn't going to show you any mercy?"
Jesse moaned again and Steve straightened up, looking him in the eyes.
"Well, beautiful," he breathed. "Are you ready to beg?"
Jesse nodded, his breath coming in gasps, his eyes wide.
"If I take that gag off now, will you beg?"
Another nod.
"Well, I don't think I'm ready to hear you just yet."
This response elicited a long drawn-out groan from the bound man and Steve finally took pity on his young lover. He slid down Jesse's chest, creating a delicious friction between them and stopped with his mouth poised over his mate's twitching cock. Teasing him for one last time, he blew gently on its head, then he started to give Jesse the best blow-job of his life.
Jesse had thought that he was bound to cum the moment that Steve's lips touched his cock, but that didn't happen. Steve manipulated him expertly, toying with him and bringing him to the brink of orgasm before backing off, tantalising him with his mouth. Jesse writhed and moaned beneath him, but Steve seemed oblivious to his desperation.
Just as he felt that he couldn't possibly hold on any longer, Steve opened his mouth and his throat and took in his entire length. Jesse's body arched upwards as the release finally came and he gushed his seed into his lover's mouth. It was the most incredible orgasm he'd ever achieved. It seemed to go on forever and yet be over way too soon. The cry that was torn from him, still muffled by the gag, was one of complete and utter ecstasy.
Jesse's head dropped back onto the carpet and Steve slid back up his body and kissed his closed eyelids. The younger man half-opened his eyes and looked at his lover dreamily. Even though he couldn't speak, Steve could see deep satisfaction in those eyes.
"Enjoy that, baby?" he asked, with a hint of smugness in his voice.
He rolled off Jesse and stretched out next to him, propping himself up on one elbow.
"What now then, sweetheart?" he wondered aloud. "Is this where I bring out the whips?"
He saw Jesse's eyes widen, though not, he realised, in panic. For a brief moment he wondered just how far his young lover would let him go. Then he pushed the thought quickly away. Bondage was one thing, but he could never inflict harm on his mate.
But Jesse had once again shown him just how complete his trust in him was and that was the biggest turn-on of all.
"No," Steve continued. "I think I'm just going to make the most of this unique opportunity. I've got a few things to tell you, Jesse Travis, and you've got no choice but to listen."
He rolled Jesse onto his side to face him, leaving one hand resting lightly on his hip and stroking it gently.
"You are the most amazing person I have ever met," he began, sincerely. "I have loved you from the moment I very first saw you and every moment since. When we got together, it was the happiest day of my life. And yet, every day, you continue to amaze me."
His fingers moved to Jesse's upper arm and he began tracing intricate, invisible patterns there.
"Thank you for letting me do this. Thank you for loving me enough to let me do this."
Steve could see by Jesse's eyes that his lover was touched by his words. He leaned forward and kissed his forehead. Then, in one swift movement, he ripped the gag away. Jesse winced as it tore at his day's growth of stubble, but had no time to dwell on the discomfort as Steve claimed his mouth with a kiss of such passion that it took his breath away.
Eventually, Steve had to come up for air. When he did, Jesse opened his mouth to speak, but his lover placed a finger on his lips.
"Oh no." Steve shook his head. "I've not finished with you yet."
Jesse's eyes widened. He'd never known his lover to be so insatiable. Not that he was complaining. The sex was incredible.
"I just thought you might want a drink of water."
Jesse nodded, then lay back and enjoyed the view as his naked lover headed back into the kitchen. He was a little uncomfortable, but that was all in keeping with the fantasy, so he wasn't about to complain.
Steve came back a few minutes later and Jesse couldn't help but notice that he was, once again, firmly erect. He wondered just what Steve had been thinking as he poured the water. And just what he had in store for him next.
Steve carefully lifted his mate's head and put the glass to his lips, helping him to drink. Then he put the glass to one side and leant over Jesse. Their faces were merely inches apart.
"So, sweetheart," he breathed. "Are you going to keep quiet, or do I have to gag you again?"
Jesse looked up at him, already feeling himself begin to react as the fantasy entered its next phase. He was an all-or-nothing kind of guy and he wanted the night to be perfect. For both of them. He smiled.
"You can shove your gag up your..."
The sentence remained unfinished as the electrical tape was placed firmly back across his mouth. Steve grinned at him wickedly.
"Oh, baby, you are seriously gonna regret that. This time I mean it. No mercy."
None too gently, Steve rolled Jesse onto his side. His lover was giving the fantasy one hundred per cent and he wasn't about to do anything less. They'd had wild sex before and left marks on one another's bodies that would have taken a Hell of a lot of explaining, had they been visible. He knew how to push Jesse's buttons.
He began kneading Jesse's ass cheeks, again forsaking the gentle touch, using firm, circular motions to open him up. Then he dipped his head and let his tongue tease at the puckered opening. Jesse groaned as Steve probed deeper, his mouth working expertly.
The younger man shivered and squirmed with pleasure, but Steve followed his movements easily, not giving him a moment's respite. A moment later, he let his fingers take over, still only teasing at the opening and not penetrating with any depth. He trailed his tongue up his lover's back, following the curve of his spine.
Jesse, still over-sensitive from their earlier lovemaking reacted to even the slightest touch and Steve's touches were designed for maximum pleasure. As he reached the top of Jesse's spine, he began nibbling on his ear and Jesse moaned as his pleasure was increased another notch. He didn't know how he'd held out for so long, when every inch of him wanted to explode into orgasm.
As Steve's lips trailed along his shoulder and down his arm, he began to probe more deeply with his fingers. He inserted a second one and eased his lover open. Shifting forward slightly, he withdrew his fingers and positioned the head of his cock against Jesse's opening.
"Round two," he whispered.
He thrust himself into Jesse, angling himself just right, so that his cock made contact with the younger man's prostate. Jesse arched his back, his breath hitching in his throat. He'd thought that he was spent, but Steve knew him intimately and had no trouble getting him aroused again.
Steve carried on making love to him, withdrawing almost fully before ramming his entire length back in. Gradually, the thrusts speeded up and Steve, as promised, was merciless, making sure that he continued pounding Jesse's prostate. With one final thrust he came gloriously, calling out his lover's name.
Completely spent, Steve rolled off his young lover and flopped onto his back. He ran his hands through his hair.
"God, Jess. That was incredible."
He sat up and crawled over to Jesse. The doctor was soaked in sweat, his normally unruly hair plastered to his head. Steve lovingly stroked the back of his head, then bent forward to kiss his neck. His eyes strayed to his lover's cock and the erection that he had forced on him.
"You just can't get enough of me, can you baby?"
He reached over and lazily stroked the firm shaft. Jesse trembled at his touch and turned pleading eyes towards him.
"Now do you regret telling me where to shove that gag?"
Steve smirked, continuing to trail the tips of his fingers up and down Jesse's cock. His touch was feather-light and immensely erotic. A drop of pre-cum pearled at the top. Jesse closed his eyes and leaned back into his lover. His hips moved slightly, in time with Steve's gentle stroking.
"Oh no you don't," Steve murmured. "You're not getting off that easily."
His fingers stopped their tender ministrations of his cock and ghosted up his stomach, then on to tease at the nipples.
"You were going to tell me where I could shove that gag." Steve brushed his fingers across Jesse's hip, then around further to caress his ass. "Was it in here?"
Jesse gave a muffled yelp of surprise as Steve's fingers entered him again. Then his lover's other hand closed around his cock and squeezed none too gently. Jesse threw his head back and let the pleasure take over. With one of Steve's hands inside him and the other pumping him for all he was worth, Jesse was never going to last for very long. His orgasm was every bit as intense as the others that they had shared that night and a faint tremor shook his entire body as he lay back against his lover.
Steve carefully began to loosen his bonds, then reached over to remove the gag, more carefully this time. He nuzzled the younger man's neck, drinking in the smell of him.
"Oh, Jesse," he breathed, his voice slightly muffled. "I hope that was as good for you as it was for me."
Jesse made a contented sound in the back of his throat. He closed his eyes, exhausted but happy. Steve hugged him close and Jesse cracked one eye open.
"Steve?" he murmured. "You remember that guy? The one you busted, who looked like me?"
"Yeah."
"Well, if you happen to see him again, remember to thank him, won't you?"

THE END.

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