Chapter 28
Kicking Ass
If Adam and Rune had their way, they would have gone right to the gym, but that’s why Oliver made the conditions he did. His goal was for this to help all of them, and hurt none of them.
As stipulated, Adam detoured on the way to the gym, into a guest bedroom. There, a bench waited, ready, with supplies already set nearby. As Rune glimpsed them, Oliver heard his breathing quicken. Coming up short, he was jolted forward by Adam, who pushed him toward the bench, then down to kneel on it. Adam’s grip forced Rune to bend sharply forward. The ring on the front of his collar was secured to a clasp on the bench, keeping him in place.
No other bonds were attached. Rune’s hands wrapped the sides of the bench, his eyes watchful, his body alert.
Adam removed each of Rune’s boots, then his socks.
Rune’s pants were opened. Along with his underwear, they were slid down and removed, with Rune lifting his knees slightly to allow them to come free.
Adam left Rune’s t-shirt on, for now. Oliver knew sometimes it played mental games on a sub to be partially clothed in situations like this, with only the areas of interest exposed. In fact, Oliver was tempted to ask Adam to put Rune’s boots back on, just for fun.
He held his tongue just because he knew how impatient they were to get going, but next time, perhaps.
Oliver hung back, leaning against the wall, wanting the others to mainly forget his presence. He knew he got in the way. It had everything and nothing to do with his injury. Adam and Rune needed this from each other. Oliver couldn’t give it to them. But, he could give them each other.
The first glimpse of the force of Adam’s need showed itself as soon as he moved up behind Rune. He squirted plenty of lube on his hand, the pressed two fingers through Rune’s opening, twisting them around. While doing this, he knelt with one knee between Rune’s legs, straddling Rune’s left leg and leaning over him so his chest was flush to Rune’s back. Adam wore one of his trademark outfits—button-down shirt barely buttoned with snug jeans splattered with paint and cowboy boots.
Oliver heard Rune grunt as he watched Adam’s arm flex, the muscles working as he pumped his hand. From the wet squelches and breathy sounds of protest from his usually silent submissive, Oliver knew Adam was being fairly rough on him.
Before it had a chance to ease or fall into a rhythm, Adam pulled out and grabbed a huge, clear, tapered plug. Oliver had seen Adam use it before, trying to fit it inside the snug asshole of a whimpering, blushing sub, but had never seen him succeed. He didn’t think he would this time either. Not with how tense Rune had been lately.
Rune kept trying to glance over his shoulder and must have noticed what Adam had in hand. He started to growl when the narrow tip first grazed his pucker. His back and arms flexed, gripping the bench. His toes curled and feet flexed. Adam glanced down to watch Rune take the first inch or so, adding more pressure as he went, then leaned down again to breathe over the back of Rune’s neck and shoulders, the ends of his blazing red hair tickling the skin at Rune’s exposed neckline.
“It’s really true Elet had him?” Adam asked, just before pressing the plug harder and drawing a small cry of protest from Rune.
“Sure is,” Oliver replied.
“Must have been something to see. Wish I’d been there. Would you let it happen again?”
“Mmm, if Rune asked, maybe.”
“Liar,” Adam chuckled. “I know you too well for that, Olly.”
He twisted the plug deeper, like a massive screw on which he worked to impale Rune’s body. Rune cried out, writhing on the bench. He had a couple more inches inside him now, but the dramatic width of the plug at this point prohibited any further movement.
Adam started to fuck him with it, shallowly, gently, trying to coax it deeper. Or maybe just trying to push Rune’s fight instinct to start to kick in.
It went on like that for a while. Oliver savored the soft squelches, Rune’s gasping struggle, Adam’s silent determination to conquer and tame.
“I can feel it,” Adam wondered aloud. “How he doesn’t want me to keep trying to feed this into him, but he’s not fighting me as hard as he could.”
“Maybe he’s saving it for when he can do more damage.”
“Maybe.”
Adam reached around Rune’s hips with his free hand, causing more growling, more squirming and tensing all along Rune’s body.
“He’s not hard,” Adam reported. “He’s taking this as a punishment, only. Let’s see what I can do about that.”
Gradually, unhurriedly, he removed the toy. Oliver watched Rune’s ass expel its wet cone shape. He heard Rune’s grateful panting for breath. He lay nearly boneless on the bench.
Adam stood, setting the plug aside for something else.
It only took him a moment to fasten the harness around his pelvis. Once it was secured, he stepped up behind Rune, spread his cheeks with both hands, lined up and breached him with a hard thrust.
Rune gave a softer cry, but tipped his ass up to receive and stopped trying to catch glimpses, his head faced strictly forward now in a resigned sort of way. He seemed to push back onto the dildo as Adam kept hold of him, drawing Rune’s hips back onto the lube-slick cock.
A lilting whimper broke free from Rune as Adam bottomed out, making Rune take the whole shaft at once. Caressing Rune’s neck, kneading his ass, fingering his rim, Adam began to ride him with long, complete strokes. Rune’s skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat, his breathing steady but heavy. Oliver walked soundlessly around the carpeted room to see the expression on his lover’s face.
Rune was frowning, but not with anger. Sadness, grief, regret, pain, and surrender were all there, though.
Adam shifted his angle, and Rune shuddered visibly. His knuckles grew white as he gripped the bench. He bent his head slightly to hide his face and let out a gruff cry, writhing with torment with each push, convulsing a little against the movements inside him.
Adam reached around again, fondling Rune. Oliver heard the wet squelch of a squeeze.
“Mmm, better,” Adam grinned. He tugged Rune counter to the rolling thrusts of his hips, the cock sliding easily now. He kept triggering Rune’s gland as they listened to his cries grow in urgency and pitch.
He let go well before Rune had a chance to come.
There was a frustrated snarl from their captive.
Adam pulled out, removed the harness. He unfastened Rune’s collar. Rune stayed where he was placed, face-down, expression hidden from sight. He shifted his knees together as if to hide his arousal. His breathing slowed.
Only once, but deliberately, Adam stepped up behind Rune and reached out. His fingers went right for Rune’s tender entrance, rubbing slowly at it as if to remind him of his vulnerability and place as a submissive. It was meant to underscore he’d been taken, used, and would be again soon. Oliver heard Rune holding his breath, saw his tension return.
“Crouch in front of him,” Adam commanded. “Make him look at you.”
For another moment, Oliver watched Adam literally and figuratively pushing Rune’s buttons, seeing Rune’s discomfort climb. Then, he obeyed.
He crouched just in front of the bench, and wasn’t surprised when he needed to reach out and lift Rune’s chin before he’d meet Oliver’s gaze.
There was a soft squelch as Adam’s extended arm flexed, though anything he did to Rune was hidden from sight. A muscle twitched in Rune’s jaw. His breath rushed out his nostrils. With his free hand, Adam reached for Rune’s shoulder, using a firm grip on it to draw him upright, then to his feet. Adam kept hold of him by the shoulder. His right hand stayed buried with an uncertain amount of fingers stuffed through Rune’s hole. Rune’s hands twitched restlessly at his sides. He nearly moved to cover his erection, which bobbed obscenely in front of him.
Something like embarrassment colored his dark eyes. He let his gaze fall to the floor, away from Oliver.
“Show him, Olly. Show him what he’s so damned angry about.”
“Are you sure you want me to do that?” Oliver asked.
“I am.”
Oliver reached for the buttons of his shirt and undid them, yanking the fabric to the side and pulling the bandage away from his wound.
Rune’s gaze went right to it with intense scrutiny. He didn’t look away, didn’t blink.
Just like that, the touching became unacceptable.
Rune threw an elbow back into Adam’s stomach, causing a grunt as the air was knocked from him. He twisted out of Adam’s grasp and out of reach, glancing between the wound and the redheaded Dom.
Adam held a hand out, gesturing to the doorway, inviting Rune to go through it. Rune’s frown returned. He reached behind his head, grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. Letting it fall, he stalked toward the door and left.
Adam quickly washed up, undressed. Oliver paced nervously, far out of the way. Rune waited on the mats Adam had placed on the floor in the middle of the room.
As soon as Adam advanced on him, Rune had his fists up, his stance guarded, his feet light as he bounced a little, his chin lowered.
“God, you’re gonna kick my ass, aren’t you?” Adam wondered.
“Yes, he is,” Oliver agreed.
Adam was a little taller, and broader. He was bigger all around. But Rune? Rune had strength that had nothing to do with his size.
Once it started, it all kept happening, fast and without pause. Oliver stayed back but was willing to play referee if needed.
Rune let out a furious yell and charged at Adam, who dodged aside and swept Rune’s leg. Rune fell to the mat on his side. Adam dropped on him, trying to pin him there by twisting his arm behind his back and using his legs to tangle Rune’s. Adam panted against Rune’s neck, who strained and fought the hold. With his free arm, Rune rolled them, and was able to get out from under Adam. He pounced, getting on top of Adam, bringing Adam’s arms up above his head and holding them there. Rune used his body weight, sitting on Adam’s hips to keep him down. Smiling, Rune leaned down and blew Adam a kiss. The lull lasted a beautiful moment before Adam’s strength won out. He broke the hold, bucked Rune off of him and threw them both sideways. They rolled on the mat, grappling, trying to get a hold on each other. Rune’s arm went around Adam’s throat, his thigh twining around Adam’s torso and lower leg wrapping his hips. Adam pried Rune’s arm from his neck and spun to face him.
It wasn’t precise or skilled. Neither of them were professionally trained. They were just naked and very pissed off. For a minute or two, they wrestled each other, throwing elbows, or pinching, or slapping out of frustration or anger. When they did get a hold on the other, it seemed to drain their energy fast just to fight it off or fight to keep it going.
Soon, they were both panting and sweating freely.
But Rune was grinning like a madman and Adam kept breaking into soft laughter at the ridiculousness of it all.
Rune pinned Adam with his legs and gave Adam’s ass a few hard slaps. This made Adam angry enough to slip away. He twisted around and bit Rune’s nipple, drawing an offended gasp from Rune, who reached for Adam’s nipple in retaliation and twisted it sharply until he let go.
Adam slapped the side of Rune’s face. Rune slapped him back. Oliver rolled his eyes.
The wrestlers both growled and charged again, landing in a tangle of limbs.
They both looked fatigued but, as hoped, Adam’s endurance held out. He pinned Rune face-down on the mat, forced his legs apart, and waited just a moment for Oliver to pass him an opened condom and help him roll it on. Then, without any other warning, Adam lined up and entered Rune with a heavy sigh. Adam kept Rune’s arm pinned behind his back as he buried his cock to the root, and held there for a long moment to let Rune know he was beaten.
Rune panted, skin flushed and body glistening, but the fight drained from him. Oliver saw it leave his eyes first. Adam kept him pinned as he started to pound Rune’s ass, fucking him hard, with all of the leftover anger of Adam’s own frustrations, borne of feeling like he lost control of someone else he loved. Rune gave over to it and didn’t fight Adam one bit. Sensing it, Adam let go of Rune’s arm and just focused on giving it to him as roughly as he needed to, driving the air from Rune’s lungs with the beating of his hips on Rune’s cheeks.
Adam’s pace slowed, his breathing heavy, his energy fading. Rune reached for a handful of Adam’s red hair from over his shoulder, pulling Adam’s mouth against his neck. Moaning, Adam shivered and slowed even more, still shallowly rocking in and out of him. Rune rocked down against the mat, as if rubbing off on it.
Adam pulled out and basically lay there, collapsed, on top of Rune, who carded gently through Adam’s hair. Rune glanced back over a shoulder with a smile.
“Yeah, I feel better, too,” Adam agreed, breathlessly.
He shifted to catch Rune’s lips, kissing him briefly. He hummed with pleasure, then collapsed again. Oliver saw Rune’s amused grin, his peacefully closed eyes, and knew it had worked. They’d got it out of their systems, for now at least. Taking Rune on the bench first had prevented him from getting hurt during the forced sex after the match, and it had also helped break Rune’s frantic energy by having him submit to Adam that way before the fight. Otherwise, Oliver would have bet Rune to be the victor, no question.
Adam rolled off of Rune, helped him stand. He stepped back, then, and gestured to Oliver.
Head bowed, Rune walked up to Oliver while rubbing his arms, looking a little shy. He was still hard, flushed, his skin beaded with sweat from head to toe, his dark hair stuck in black curls to his forehead, his ink stark in the bright morning light.
“Hey beautiful,” Oliver murmured, drawing a loose hand over his face in a sweeping motion.
Rune looked up at him, so open, shining with utter devotion and love, his body heavy with tiredness.
He eased into Oliver’s space, self-conscious of himself, and pressed a reverent kiss to Oliver’s shirt, just over the bandage on his wound, then his neck, then his lips. His hand folded with his middle and ring fingers in, the other fingers out, and pressed it to Oliver’s chest. Oliver did the same, holding him there. “Love you too, kid,” he sighed.