Lucas gazed down into Jayden’s bright, wide blue eyes and wondered why the fuck he'd chosen to kiss him to calm him down. That wasn't in any training ever, and if he bothered to think it through he knew damn well why he'd done it. He just didn't want to confront that knowledge.

There were a hundred reasons not to know. It was unprofessional, he didn't have time for a relationship, he wasn't good enough for Jayden, and a handful of other unproductive excuses he could give himself all day long. But the fact was that he saw Jayden about to lose himself to panic, and he stepped in to put a stop to it.

And now he couldn't tear himself away.

Jayden's tongue darted out to wet his lower lip, which he then bit softly.

Fuck. That didn't help at all.

He cleared his throat. "Good," he finally said. It sounded hoarse, and he felt it catch as he spoke, so he tried clearing his throat again.

Jayden placed his hands against Lucas' chest. They were warm, light, and he rested them there a moment before he began to unfasten Lucas' tie.

"Jayden." It was supposed to be a warning, but Lucas found he couldn't inject much into it.

"Yeah?" The tie came undone, and Jayden began to pluck at his buttons next, popping each one undone in a flash. The moment he could, he leaned in to lick and kiss his way down each inch of skin he exposed as he pushed Lucas' shirt aside.

Lucas' skin tingled and his thoughts began to unravel. What little protest remained struggled to even reach his lips, let alone get past them.

Wasn't there a shift change soon?

He gasped and grabbed Jayden's wrists, stepping back away from his hungry mouth. "Stop," he whispered. "Shift change!"

Jayden huffed at him. "So?"

"So-" He shifted so he could check his watch. "Twenty minutes."

"I can do-"

'-a lot in twenty minutes, I know." He rolled his eyes and smiled faintly. "But you can do a whole lot more in eight hours."

Jayden clicked his tongue and tipped his head to the side while he thought it over, then he grinned. "I like the way you think."

"About time you did." Lucas released him so he could fasten his shirt and tie again, then wandered away to a reflective surface to make sure that he looked unruffled.

Now all he had to hope was that his erection died down in the next twenty minutes.

All through the handover to the evening team, Lucas felt Jayden's eyes on him. It wasn't... fully distracting, but he was extremely aware of it, and once the team filed out of the apartment he barely had a second to speak before Jayden was on him every bit as fully as his eyes had been.

His hands were on Lucas' shirt, his mouth on Lucas' lips, his hips pressed to Lucas' crotch.

Lucas growled as he grabbed Jayden by the thighs and lifted him clean off the floor. Jayden gasped into his mouth and grabbed his jacket to hang on, and Lucas carried him through to the bedroom. He kicked the door closed, crossed the room, and unceremoniously dropped Jayden onto his own bed.

Jayden made a little 'oof' sound as he landed, and he sprawled backwards, arms landing above his head. He brought his knees up so that his feet were on the sheets just beneath his ass.

Lucas towered over him, gazing down at his spry, flexible body as he shrugged his jacket off and tossed it aside. He peeled his tie off next, then unbuttoned his shirt without ceremony.

Jayden wrenched his own shirt off over his head, sending one button flying and leaving his hair tousled while he fought with the sleeves to try and get free of them, but once he was, his gaze settled on Lucas’ right arm.

On the tattoos which covered it from shoulder to wrist.

Lucas dropped his own shirt and went for his belt next. He had a damn good idea what he could do with it, too.

"Take your pants off," he growled.

"I'm on it." Jayden's hands whipped to his waist and unfastened belt and fly then he wriggled out of his pants and briefs in one go, sitting up for a moment so he could peel his socks off, too. He kicked them all off the bed.

"Stand up."

Lucas didn't step back, so Jayden was forced to stand in what little space was left for him. It meant their chests touched, and Jayden's breath flowed over Lucas's collarbone.

Lucas reached around him, staring intently down into Jayden's eyes as he used his belt to bind Jayden's wrists behind his back. It took care and attention to use a belt as restraints. It was too easy to cut off circulation, so he took his time to feel around the belt once it was tightened, to make sure there was just that telltale slight give to it which meant that Jayden wouldn't be able to move, but his fingers would still be alive after.

Jayden gave a soft whimper as he pressed his lips to Lucas' skin, but Lucas took a step back and spun Jayden around, then used his knee to nudge Jayden's legs apart. "Move your feet," he ordered when Jayden was slow to take the hint.

Jayden spread his legs until his feet had to be over a meter apart. "Like this?"

"Better," Lucas agreed. He gripped the belt around Jayden's wrists, then put his free hand to the back of Jayden's neck and pushed him forward.

Jayden only resisted so long as he could retain his balance, but once he was beyond that tipping point he fell forward, knees against the mattress, face turned to one side before it could get buried in the sheets.

It left his ass high and dry.

Lucas walked away this time, so that he could take in the view from a few different angles as Jayden stayed where he'd been put, his fingers upturned, his cock growing even though nothing was being done to him.

Nothing physical, anyway.

Jayden's eyes followed him. His shoulders shifted with every breath. He seemed to know not to speak, to wait patiently for whatever Lucas wanted to do, like it was instinct to him.

Lucas appreciated that. There was nothing worse than a guy who topped from the bottom.

He returned to Jayden's ass and crouched down to pick up Jayden's discarded pants. He unthreaded Jayden's belt and threw the pants aside again, then folded the belt in half and gripped the two ends in his right hand.

Lucas turned aside and placed his left hand in the small of Jayden's back. "Safe words?" he prompted.

"Amber for slow, Red for stop," Jayden breathed.

"Good boy."

Lucas rested the folded end of the belt against Jayden's ass. He stroked with it, ran it over the curvature of flesh as though it were his own hand, dipped it down to draw it over Jayden's taint and hole, then back up to his cheeks.

Jayden shivered. He made a few of those tiny little sounds which spoke directly to Lucas' cock and made him want to fuck Jayden without waiting any longer.

He wasn't going to fall for it.

Lucas began with light taps of the belt. They were warnings, really. A gentle notification that a harder blow was to come. They warmed the skin, made it more sensitive, made Jayden ready for what came next, so that when Lucas moved on to smacking him softly, Jayden's moans were of arousal, not of pain.

It was delicate work. Any idiot could go overboard with this kind of thing and forget that the bottom's pleasure was more important than their own. Lucas wasn't an idiot, and Jayden's pleasure was everything.

He alternated cheeks. He switched between softer and harder blows. Now and then he took his hand from Jayden's back and used it to rub, squeeze, or lightly spank his reddening ass, but also to test the heat in his skin.

Jayden squirmed. He whimpered. He panted like a dog after a long run.

But what he didn't do was move away.

"Oh God, Lucas," he hiccupped. "You're fucking amazing. How do you-" He broke off to gasp. "How do you do it? How do you know me so well?"

"I knew you the moment I looked into your eyes in Portland," Lucas growled. "I knew exactly what you needed. What you wanted, but never asked for. I saw it then, and I still see it now." He landed a blow so hard that the leather snapped against skin, and Jayden's hips jerked as he cried out.

"Oh, fuck!" Jayden wailed. "Oh, fuck, yes!"

Lucas treated him to another handful of those hard, loud blows. Each one seemed to rock Jayden's entire body, and his cries grew louder with each one.

Jayden's shoulders sagged against the bed. His breathing was heavy, loud, and his thighs trembled.

He was so fucking perfect.

Lucas moved around the bed, belt still in hand, and climbed onto it in front of Jayden until he could kneel with his knees by Jayden's shoulders. It put Jayden's head right between his thighs, and Jayden was already licking his lips hopefully, so Lucas derived immense pleasure from unfurling the belt and holding it out straight between both hands. "Head up," he barked.

Jayden lifted his head a couple of inches. It was the best he could manage, but he was still eyeing Lucas' crotch with hope.

Lucas placed the middle of the belt against Jayden's lips. "Open up."

Jayden blinked, but did as he was told.

He eased the leather between Lucas' teeth and wrapped it around the back of his head so that the belt crossed over itself. Then he brought the ends forward and down so that he could buckle them over Jayden's throat. He left very little slack in it, and pushed Jayden's face back down to the sheets when he was done.

“If you need me to stop, flip me the bird,” Lucas ordered.

Jayden groaned in a delicious mixture of disappointment and arousal, and Lucas backed off the bed, finally stripping his own pants off right where Jayden could watch him. He took his cock in hand and stroked it slowly, making eye contact, making absolutely sure that Jayden could see what was coming.

What would be coming inside him.

Jayden's eyelids fluttered. His fingers clenched.

Lucas took his sweet time walking back around the bed, eyeing Jayden as he went. That raised, bright red ass. The helpless, dangling cock. The string of precum which hung in the air like a spider's thread.

Yeah. He was gonna fuck that so hard.

But first he was gonna fucking eat it.

He placed his hands on the reddened flesh and gripped tight enough to make Jayden squirm, and then he lowered his head and trailed his tongue down between those cheeks until he felt the skin change texture. He found Jayden's entrance, and lapped at it slowly at first, the tip of his tongue drawing circles around it, threatening to probe inside but never breaching his tight ring of muscle.

Jayden's moans were stifled, but electric. He made garbled pleas against his makeshift gag, he squirmed and panted and bucked, but not once did he move his feet from where Lucas had made him plant them, and his knees remained parted.

Lucas lavished attention on his hole. He licked it, lapped it, suckled on it. He ran his teeth over it, then softly bit the puckered skin.

And then, once he was satisfied that Jayden was ready, he pushed his tongue inside.

Jayden's ass cheeks quivered under Lucas' hands. His muscle trembled and then gave way to the invader. The desperate sounds he made behind his gag were music to Lucas' ears.

Lucas ate him out without mercy, sometimes pausing to lick his taint, other times stopping to give Jayden's ass a hard smack. By the time he was done, Jayden's moans had turned into desperate begging sounds, and Lucas was at the very limit of what he himself could tolerate.

If he didn't fuck Jayden soon, he was gonna go out of his damn mind.

He gave a few final laps to deposit as much saliva as he could, then he dropped a hand between Jayden's legs and gripped his cock. He felt along it until he reached the head, and ran his fingers across it, collecting Jayden's precum on his fingers.

Lucas stood and spat into his hand, then stroked himself with the mixture, gathering up his own glistening moisture from his slit as he went and spreading it until his shaft was nice and slick. Then he held Jayden steady, lined up against his hole, and pressed against it.

Jayden's shoulders bunched for a moment, then he whimpered, and they unwound. His hips tried to move, to push against Lucas, but he was virtually immobile now. Lucas chose this position for a reason, and it wasn't only aesthetic. Most people just didn't have the stamina to stay head-down ass-up for long before their strength failed them and they became truly helpless, and that's where Jayden was now. It took everything he had to keep his legs apart, and there was nothing left to be able to shift around with.

Nothing left to resist Lucas' cock with.

The muscle unwound, and gave way. Lucas entered him slowly, waiting for each little push to be accepted and relaxed around, but he didn't stop until he was deep in Jayden's ass, and Jayden's tight little hole was clamped around his root.

He let out a soft hiss as he fell forward, hands landing either side of Jayden's shoulders. Jayden had to unfurl his fingers to stop them being squashed under Lucas' weight, and the position pushed Lucas just that little bit deeper.

Deep enough that he saw Jayden's eye roll back and heard the lusty, desperate groan that tore free from his throat.

"You want me to stop?" He asked it casually, like it was no big deal to do so.

Jayden's eye snapped wide open and swiveled as Jayden tried to see him. A gurgled protest fought against the gag. Lucas could see the wet gleam of drool that had escaped past the leather and onto the sheets, and he grinned.

"Oh, you don't want me to stop, is that it?" He dropped down to his own elbows, chest against Jayden's arms now. It nudged him just another fraction of an inch into Jayden.

Jayden nodded weakly as he shuddered.

"You want me to fuck you? Fill your filthy little hole with my cum, use you all up?" He slipped his hands under Jayden's shoulders and gripped them tight.

"Efff!" Jayden's plea was so needy, so sexy, that Lucas was about ready to spill inside him.

He made sure his grip was strong, then used it to pull against, fucking Jayden's ass fast and hard. He didn't start slow, he didn't ease into it. They were both way past that, and he thrust like Jayden was in trouble and only the hardest fuck Lucas could give him would save his life.

Sweat dripped from his forehead. Some ran down his nose before it fell. He snarled as he slammed himself into Jayden, and he could feel the tightness around his cock grow.

Jesus, it was the sweetest thing.

Jayden's whimpers became little sounds of no return. The gagged equivalent of I'm gonna come, a beautiful little sound which begged even as it tipped toward the edge. He clamped down around Lucas' cock so hard that Lucas couldn't last a second longer.

He erupted with such violence that it took his breath away, and as his hips jerked, he fucked more of his cum into Jayden's eager ass, filling it until there wasn't space for it and it began to spill out of him.

His orgasm ripped out all of his strength and left him floundering on top of Jayden, cock still buried in him to the hilt, as he sagged and fought for breath.

Jayden's own breathing was ragged and raspy, the sound of air being sucked past a leather belt that was sodden with drool, so Lucas focused what little energy he had in breaking a hand free from Jayden's shoulder and reaching up to feel for and unfasten the buckle at his throat. He eased the strap free, then let his hand fall to the sheets.

He heard a little slurp, then Jayden's rasping voice. "You're so fucking amazing," he mumbled.

"Uh huh." Lucas smirked to himself. "Takes one to know one."

Jayden laughed faintly. "That doesn't even make sense."

"Shut up." He chuckled.

Jayden just moaned weakly as Lucas' softening cock gently slid out of him, and then he gasped. "Oh, fuck, Lucas. I think we're in trouble."

"Yeah." Lucas had to agree. "I think you're right."

"I can't get enough of you. I mean it. I need you." He took a breath. "Stay the night? Please?"

Lucas huffed and pushed himself up. He rested his cock against Lucas' hole as he worked to release Jayden's hands, then he helped get Jayden to his feet and held him tight, Jayden's back firm against his chest.

"It's not wise," Lucas rumbled apologetically.

"I don't care." Jayden's head rested back against Lucas' shoulder, and his eyes closed. "I need you."

Lucas kissed the side of his neck tenderly, then drew a deep breath.

He had to be honest with himself.

He needed Jayden.

Lucas sighed and gave a small nod. "Okay. I'll stay. But I'll have to go home and get spare clothes first."

"Great!"

He laughed. "How is that great?"

Jayden grinned. "Because that'll take you an hour, and you'll be ready to fuck me again by the time you get back."

Lucas released him and slapped his ass lightly. "Oh my God, you're insatiable!"

"Not usually." Jayden swayed on his feet, then grabbed Lucas by the hand and led him toward the bathroom. "It's you, Lucas. I can't get enough."

Lucas padded after him and couldn't think of anything to say to that, but he had to admit he wasn't gonna complain.