It had been a weird two weeks ever since Jackson found him with a broken leg on his kitchen floor. Reed had been borrowing from him for forever and knew that he was a nice enough person, but knowing how humans normally treated discovered borrowers made him nervous, especially since he was in crushing pain and could barely crawl, let alone the scampering and climbing his survival depended on. He would’ve been relieved if Jackson had just kicked him out. He certainly wasn’t expecting to be nursed back to health, the human constantly hounding him with offers of soup and tea and blankets like a mom with a sick kid.
At that moment Jackson laid on the ground with his feet up on the sofa, playing Mario Kart with his head upside-down and not doing very well. After he smacked into another banana, further securing his spot in 12th place, he huffed and tossed the controllers to the wall. Reed laughed. “Why don’t you just sit up?”
He glanced over to him, sitting on the floor near his face. Jackson shrugged. “I always get first when I’m sitting up. Gets boring.”
He laughed again. “Man, wish I could play.”
Jackson slunk down all the way to the floor, repositioning himself so that he laid stomach down. “Maybe if you stick around after your leg heals I can set up some kind of rig for you.”
Reed shrugged playfully. He scooted himself over, dragging his splinted leg along with him, and snuggled against Jackson’s cheek. “I feel so lucky to have you.”
The skin beneath him heated up. Jackson muttered something about having to go and stood, leaving Reed to fall back onto the ground. He walked into the other room. Reed sat up and frowned. Every damn time he tried to touch him, every damn time he showed his appreciation Jackson got weird and left. With a sudden surge of determination, Reed scooted forward, grabbed his crutches, and followed after.
As he approached the room, he heard muffled swears and groans. He peeked around the doorway. Jackson sat against the wall, aggressively rubbing his face and running his hands through his hair. Suddenly, he stopped and stared at his palms. “Get ahold of yourself, dude! Acting like a fuckin’ weirdo in there, goddammit!”
“Jackson.”
His head snapped to the doorway and he stared, wide-eyed and frozen.
Reed hopped forward. “Hey, man, what’s your issue?”
Jackson shrugged and looked away, muttering something unintelligible.
He sighed and bit his lip. “You always get freaked out when I… whenever I try to touch you. Do you… do you not like me?”
He looked back, apparently horrified by the accusation, and shook his head. “Of-of course not. I love hanging out with you.”
“Then why won’t you just let me say thanks?”
“I can’t tell you, okay? It’s complicated.”
“Tell me.”
“No.”
“C’mon!”
“No!”
Reed hopped up close and, dropping his crutches, rested his arms on Jackson’s calves. He looked up to Jackson, who glared down, and smirked. He batted his eyes. As he predicted, Jackson’s face went red. “Jackson.”
“What?”
“What’s wrong with having a little crush?”
Jackson was stunned. Reed waited while he thought, finally whispering, “I thought you would be scared.”
“What? Why?”
He hesitated. “I mean… I’m surprised you’re not scared of me as is. But knowing that I-I want to do things to you, and it’s not like you could stop me-”
“Do them.”
He startled. “What?”
Reed smiled, patiently, innocently. “Do those things you want to do. Pretend it isn’t real. Pretend you’re in your mind and nothing has consequences. And I want you to do whatever’s turning your face red when you think I’m not looking.”
Jackson, his face full of fear and hesitation, scooped up Reed and brought him to his face. For a moment, they just looked at each other, and then Jackson softly kissed Reed’s cheek.
He lingered, and when he pulled back Reed was still smiling.
His smile faltered. “That’s-that’s it? You were getting flustered over that?”
“No! That’s not everything.”
“Then do the rest of it!” Reed cut off Jackson’s weak stuttering. “What, you’re scared? Scared of me getting scared? Letting yourself get bullied by some tiny man? Come on!”
In a second, Jackson’s face turned cruel and he slammed Reed down against the floor. “You want this?” he growled.
Reed grinned and nodded. “Yes!”
Jackson pulled off Reed’s shirt. For a moment, he stared him down, inspecting his naked chest, and then he knelt and dragged his tongue slowly along Reed’s skin, against his face until he was left sputtering and gasping for air. Jackson licked him again. He liked seeing him heave and gasp, but he watched carefully for legitimate distress. Reed mostly just seemed… surprised. He didn’t try to move away, didn’t try to push him off or tell him to stop. Jackson grabbed him in his fist and stood and walked to his bedroom, smirking when he saw Reed eye his crutches left behind on the floor.
“Are you scared?” Jackson asked.
He nodded.
“But you’re not saying no.”
He shook his head.
Jackson entered his bedroom and set Reed down on the bed, the caution with which he did so weird for Reed after all the abuse. He grabbed a box of tissues from his desk and stood over Reed, holding them up and grinning. “You ever seen me do this before?”
Reed shook his head. “I-I’ve been in the same room, but I didn’t look.”
Jackson tossed the tissues behind Reed and knelt down, propping his arms up on the mattress. “Well, you’re gonna have to wait a bit. I can’t believe you’re okay with this.”
“Honestly, me neither. To clarify, are you gonna blow your load onto me?”
Jackson nodded.
“Okay, cool, just making sure.”
“But not yet. First.” Jackson tugged at Reed’s waistband and smiled. Reed got the hint and tugged them and his underwear off, awkwardly shoving them over the splint. “God, you look so fucking… vulnerable. You have no idea how turned on I am right now.”
He laughed nervously. “Your whole shift in demeanor is really throwing me for a loop.”
And then Jackson smiled, genuinely, and the predatory glare melted away and Reed felt so much calmer and safer. “You can always say if I need to stop,” he assured him. “Are you having fun?”
He shrugged. “Yeah.”
“You’re about to have even more.” He winked and stuck his tongue out. Jackson scooped him up. Both were a little uncomfortable, bare skin on bare skin like that, but Jackson tried to ignore it and brought Reed up to his mouth. He licked his groin.
“Oh! Wow, you’re really gonna-”
“Sh.” He licked him again, anus to tip, and laughed when he saw his wide eyes. He licked his lips and put them around Reed’s dick, his tongue poking through to stroke his shaft. Jackson was enthralled with Reed’s expressions and the way he writhed against his palm and tried to grip his skin, his tail curling around Jackson’s middle finger. He couldn’t bring himself to keep up the mean persona, not when Reed looked so cute. For some reason the size of his dick wasn’t even a deterrent. Jackson was loving the feeling of it against his tongue, so obscenely minuscule. Reed revelled in the warmth of Jackson’s hand and tongue and hot breath, continuing to squirm until he came with a groan and a sigh. He relaxed back into Jackson’s palm and stared up at the ceiling. “Does-does that count as losing my virginity?”
Jackson burst into laughter. “You-you were a virgin? Why didn’t you tell me, man?”
“It never came up!”
“I just sucked your dick, how did it not come up?”
“Can we please move on?”
Jackson stifled his chuckles and rolled his eyes. His demeanor went sadistic again and he grabbed a tissue, setting it on the bedspread and setting Reed down on it. He stood and unzipped his fly. Already erect. Reed had to admit, it was very imposing and kinda hot, Jackson’s dick towering above him like that. He tried his best to relax, knowing what was about to happen.
He started masturbating. Thinking about Reed, mostly, what he still wanted to do but couldn’t because of his own moral restraints. Dismemberment. Crushing. Imprisonment. Keeping him captive in his fucking desk drawer and doing this same shit to him every single night, Jackson’s dick becoming his one purpose in his sad, puny life. He moaned. And God, just Reed sitting there as he was. Tiny. Tiny and naked and scared and turned on. He hadn’t expected how turned on he would get by Reed being turned on. Glancing down at him now, he saw fear in his eyes, fear and excitement and a little bit of awe. Jackson grimaced. “Hold your breath,” he grunted. Reed had just enough time to look away before he was covered.
He sat there, emotionally overwhelmed, while Jackson cleaned up and zipped up his pants and put the tissues back on his dresser. He picked Reed up, wrapped in the wet tissue, and smiled bashfully at him. “And that’s a decent chunk of what I wanted to do to you. Hope you’re not regretting telling me that.”
He shrugged and shook his head.
Jackson sighed. “Right. Okay. Um-”
“I would like to be cleaned up.”
“Right. Sorry. On it.”