My Turn

Title: My Turn
Author: Angel Jade
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash, light kink – dom/sub, bondage, language, oral, PWP
Spoilers: None
Pairings: Brennan/Jesse
Summary: Jesse’s got a surprise in store for Brennan. At long last, it’s his turn to be in charge. PWP
Setting: Doesn’t really fit in any particular time frame
Feedback: angel_jadeuk@hotmail.com
Site: http://www.badsideoftown.com/
Distribution: If you’ve had my permission before, you have it now. Anyone else, ask first please.
Disclaimer: I do not claim to own the characters in the fic, nor do I make money from borrowing them.



Jesse smirked as he rolled on top of his lover, pinning Brennan down with his inferior weight. It was a rare moment for Jesse to feel Brennan was at his mercy; despite the amount of times they’d played with handcuffs and other silly sex games. Even now, Jesse could see Brennan teasing him, knowing full well he could have Jesse back under him in a matter of seconds. But being Brennan, he let Jesse have his way. For a while.

“I have a present for you.” Jesse sang playfully, moving in for a kiss but denying Brennan at the last minute.

“I know, I can feel it.” Brennan smirked, his eyes hinting down to Jesse’s developing erection.

Jesse just smiled, continuing to tease and kiss Brennan’s skin, making it very difficult for Brennan to see the pair of handcuffs appear from under the pillow. It would be easy for Brennan to get out, but then again, all those times it would have been extremely easy for Jesse to do the same. Jesse was counting on Brennan returning the favour and playing along.

Just as Brennan buried his face in Jesse’s chest, kissing and nibbling the sensitive skin, Jesse snapped the handcuffs around one wrist, using his powers slightly to make his hold rock hard. Brennan had no chance of escaping the grip, so snapping the second half to the stray wrist, effectively attaching him to the bed, was easy.

“You sneaky little…” Brennan was part-shocked, part-amused. He hadn’t expected this.

Jesse soon began to bask in his victory. “How does it feel to be the one in the handcuffs?”

“You should know.” Brennan retorted, playfully.

“You have no idea how hot you look right now.” Jesse muttered, taking in the beautiful body beneath him.

“I’d rather see you in these.” Brennan replied, smoothly. The look in his eyes said it all. Challenging and full of promise that as soon as he was free, Jesse would be put neatly back in his place. But Jesse was having far too much fun to care about consequences. Here he had Brennan lying half naked beneath him, almost begging to be taken the way Jesse had been all those times. And something told him he’d enjoy the after show just as much.

“Be a good boy and close your eyes.” Jesse ordered lightly, his hand wrapped around his erection, slowly moving across the pale skin, enjoying every second of this scene.

Brennan groaned at the sight. “Don’t I get some?”

Jesse’s free hand enclosed around Brennan’s rock hard cock, not quite giving enough pressure. “You want this? Is this what you’re after?” Jesse teased.

Brennan bucked slightly, trying to get a little more friction. “Yeah…more, need more than that.”

“Then do as your told.” Jesse reminded him, his hand releasing the light hold.

Brennan’s indignant sigh was just as amusing as his glare of promised revenge.

“Eyes.” Jesse said again, slightly sterner.

Rolling them first, Brennan soon consented and closed his eyes. “Now what? Come on, Jess. You haven’t got it in you. Just let me go and I won’t ride you too hard. I promise.”

Jesse laughed as he dug a little deeper under the pillow. A strip of material was brought out and placed over Brennan’s eyes. He had to move quick to get it tied underneath, Brennan’s head started moving about, surprised by Jesse’s game.

“A blindfold? You can do better than this!” Brennan mocked, lightly. He wouldn’t admit it, but it was certainly interesting to see this new side of his boyfriend.

Jesse pulled back to get a look at the view. Taunt muscled body stretched out, softly glistening and of course, the proud erection standing tall. He gave Brennan a moment of no contact before very gently swirling his tongue around the tip of Brennan’s cock.

Brennan’s hips bucked once more, desperate to feel more. He held back sounds of frustrated desire. He had to have some pride, after all. Only moments later, lips enveloped his cock, taking it half way into a warm and welcoming mouth. Now Brennan did let go. He moaned in appreciation, encouraging Jesse to continue.

But Jesse had other plans. Before Brennan could even register the loss of Jesse’s mouth, warm lips pressed hard against his right nipple. He toyed with it mercilessly, while his hand once again took hold of the desperate erection. Light touches were replaced with harder strokes, which were taken away at any given moment. Lips moved across the older man’s body, kissing and biting and arousing every nerve, never stopping long enough to give Brennan the time to adjust. It was a bombardment of pleasure from every angle. Fingers, tongue, lips and teeth. Dangerous weapons when used effectively.

For Brennan, it was intense, not knowing where the pleasure would come from next, unable to see his lover teasing him so skilfully. Jesse moved expertly across the body until he reached the erection, where his tongue began to tease the area between Brennan’s cock and testicles. It was a hot spot for Brennan and it caused him to cry out in pleasure.

“Fuck Jesse, don’t stop, keep going…feels so good.” Brennan encouraged, his whole body on fire from Jesse’s ministrations.

Jesse ignored Brennan’s advice and moved away, his touches lightening until they could cause no amount of pleasure. It was pure torment to be touched so lightly when so aroused.

“Come on! What the fuck? I need to get off here! Don’t do this to me!” Brennan complained, knowing full well what Jesse would want from him next.

“Ask nicely.” Jesse patronized. “Say please.”

Brennan growled in return. “Jesse, I mean it… We’re talking spanking here. And a whole lot more if you don’t get me off now!”

Jesse’s hand slipped back to Brennan’s favourite spot, not ever giving him enough to quite enjoy it, but keeping that arousal burning through him.

“You’re gonna pay for this.” Brennan warned. “You’re gonna be begging so hard.”

“After you.” Jesse smiled, his fingers lightly dancing around Brennan’s erection.

Brennan groaned in frustration. “Fine, you win. Please.”

“Please…?” Jesse feigned an innocent tone.

Brennan had to close his eyes; the torment was getting too much for him. “Please, touch my cock…I’m dying here.”

It wasn’t enough.

“Jesse please! I need to come so badly!”

“Good boy.” The hand cradled around Brennan’s cock, sliding up the length with increasing speed, every so often dipping down, pressing lightly against his balls. All the while, Jesse’s free hand wrapped around his own dick, bringing him off to the same rhythm he used on his lover. As the sounds grew in intensity, Brennan clenched his fists tightly, unable to restrain the cries and moans until, with a celebrated yell of satisfaction, he came.

Watching as Brennan came across his chest, Jesse brought himself closer and closer to the edge, feeling the intense orgasm building until he too cried out with needed release.

“Fuck. You’ve been holding out on me.” Brennan muttered. “That or you’ve picked up a few habits from somewhere.”

“Been saving them just for you.” Jesse grinned, his hand sliding up Brennan’s chest, enjoying the warm smooth skin. And the closeness, Jesse loved the closeness.

“Aren’t you gonna release me?” Brennan asked, nonchalantly.

Jesse gave it some thought. “Maybe I should get one of the girls to do it.”

Brennan frowned. “That’s not even funny.”

Knowing full well Brennan would be far from satisfied and bent on revenge, Jesse began to remove the restraints, starting with the blindfold. “Just remember,” he said, anxiously, “I made you feel good. No badness involved.”

Brennan gave him the cocky, predatory look that always made Jesse shiver. He waited patiently as the handcuffs were removed, and Jesse backed away slightly.

“See? No harm.” Jesse hovered on the edge of the bed, ready to make a run for it.

“Give me a kiss.” Brennan smiled warmly, sitting up. “That was amazing.”

Suspicious, Jesse watched for signs of a trap. “You’re not mad?”

“How can I be mad at you?” Brennan leaned in a bit further, seemingly innocent.

Jesse decided to risk it. After all, he was up for another round. He leaned in for a kiss, his hands moving up to cup Brennan’s face, before slowly moving away. Before he got very far, an arm hooked round the back of his neck, sending him sprawling onto the bed. Before he could move, a feral-looking Brennan was pinning him down, ready to fulfil a promise.

“Time to remember who’s in charge here.” Brennan teased, giving his boy one last kiss. “Ready to enjoy the consequences?”

Jesse smiled. “Definitely.”



End.