Title: Catch Me When I Fall
Pairing/Characters: Brian/Tommy
Rating (Word Count): R (9 X 100)
Content(s)/Warning(s): D/s
Author's notes: Many thanks to @aislinntlc for the beta.

This continues from Waking Desire. You can also read the whole thing on AO3.

The mood changes as soon as the plea falls from Tommy’s lips.

Fingers still playing with Tommy’s skin, Brian says, “Give me your word, boy.”

Tommy’s mouth dries at the unmistakable command in Brian’s voice. He swallows hard, once, twice, before he finally gets his voice back. “Fender.”

Brian arches an eyebrow and Tommy has to restrain himself from rolling his eyes. Yes, he knows it’s not the best idea for day to day business, but as far as the sex thing is concerned, it works.

Besides, that way, he’s sure that it’s something he won’t forget, no matter what.

***

Yet Brian doesn’t comment on it. “You use it if you need it, you hear me?”

“Yes. I will.”

Brian’s wicked smile makes Tommy feel like Brian is about to eat him alive. “Gimme your hands.”

Slowly, Brian guides Tommy’s hands to the edge of the mattress. “Can you keep them there?”

Tommy tightens his grip and gives a sharp nod.

All that gets him is Brian’s hand pulling on the short hair on the back of his neck. “When I ask you a question, Tommy, I want a real answer.”

Tommy can’t look away, but his words fail him.

***

Long seconds go by as Tommy realizes that he’s about to plunge into the deep end, and he needs to trust that Brian will catch him before he drowns.

Brian waits until it becomes clear that Tommy won’t find his footing without help. “Let’s try again. Can you keep still for me?”

Tommy has no idea if it’s the word change or because he’s made some way in his own head, but it works. “Yes. I will.”

Brian’s hold on Tommy’s hair turns gentle. “Good boy.”

The praise warms Tommy all over and pushes him just a little bit farther.

***

“Don’t forget. You don’t come until I say you can.”

Brian’s words make Tommy’s blood rush south. His breath catches in his throat. Out of habit, he nods before he catches himself and forces the words out. “I remember.”

After another warm, approving smile, Brian attacks.

Within seconds, Tommy realizes that he should have paid more attention to the way Brian suggested this.

Or do you want to find out how I can make you fall apart without touching your dick?

The intensity behind Brian’s actions clearly shows that this isn’t about making Tommy come; it’s about taking him apart.

***

It’s about bringing him to the point where he feels like he will break into a million tiny pieces.

Each touch, each hint of blunt nails on his skin, each barely there caress, each soft kiss, each small bite gets him a little closer.

He tightens his grip on the mattress, holds on as best as he can through the storm that takes hold of him, a sea of sensations that makes everything else pale in comparison. He uses the feeling of the mattress under his fingers to keep himself from shattering.

“Don’t fight it, baby. Let go for me.”

***

As promised, Brian avoids Tommy’s cock, moving from his chest to his thighs and back again. He sucks bruises into the skin of Tommy’s lower stomach, tearing whimpers out of Tommy’s throat and ignoring the way Tommy’s cock leaves a trail of precome on Brian’s neck. He rubs his stubble against the sensitive skin of Tommy’s thighs, of his nipples, over and over until Tommy has no idea if he’s trying to push into the sensation or away from it.

Until nothing exists for Tommy but the way Brian is playing his body, without giving him a chance for release.

***

Until he can’t take it anymore and asks, begs, “Too much. Please.”

He’s riding the edge and feeling like the smallest touch would be enough to make him come.

With gentle fingers, Brian follows the line of Tommy’s jaw. “Look at me.”

It’s only then that Tommy realizes he’s closed his eyes. It’s an effort to open them again.

“Let go, baby,” Brian says when Tommy finally focuses on him. “Give yourself to me.” Blunt nails on Tommy’s side, his stomach. “Let me see you, Tommy.” Fingers catch his nipple and tighten until he moans. “Pretty. Shameless. And all mine.”

***

The mine hits Tommy just right. His mouth opens on a breathy sigh and his body goes lax on the bed.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that.” Brian bites a string of kisses down Tommy’s neck. “You can come whenever you’re ready.”

He holds Tommy’s hips against the bed, hard enough to leave bruises as he bites Tommy’s neck, sucking the skin he caught between his teeth.

With the mix of pleasure and pain thrumming through Tommy’s veins and the knowledge that the bite is just as possessive as Brian’s mine, Tommy comes as soon as Brian touches Tommy’s cock.

***

Tommy comes down from his high when Brian makes him undo his grip on the mattress. He’s about to melt into the bed as Brian gently massages the cramps out of Tommy’s hands.

It would be too easy to let himself enjoy the thrill and this otherworldly feeling that Tommy can’t really explain, but he still has enough brain to say, “But you didn’t—”

Brian interrupts Tommy, “Don’t worry about me,” then shushes him with a finger over his lips. “I’m giving you a chance to catch your breath. If you think I’m done with you, boy, you’re wrong.”