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Bonnie was back.
Ever since they had rehired him thanks to audience outcry and shoved him into Fazerblast as what was essentially a full-time scare actor, he had been visiting Gator Golf rather frequently. Maybe it was because this used to be _his_ territory, maybe it was because he just liked to scare the piss out of Monty for the hell of it. God only knows what went on in that little freaks head— Though, he wasn't really little. No, Bonnie was just as tall as Freddy, somewhere around six feet high, and while he was lanky, he'd witnessed that fucker's strength firsthand. After all, their fight was what got Bonnie fired in the first place… Which only made Monty question the motives of that goddamn guy more.
As animals go, why was Bonnie chosen to be a rabbit? Rabbits were small and cute, and typically depicted as female — Not that the last part really mattered, since Roxanne was a female wolf. She was damn good at her role too- The rockstar persona looked especially good on her, and if he liked women he'd want her just as much as some of the college guys did- Which, she didn't like men, so they made a great pair. She bitched about no girls liking her, and he stared at her and wondered how she didn't notice Chica fawning over her every day. That wasn't Monty's business, though. They'd probably end up fucking before the busy season ended, and Monty would still be single and using his extensive collection of toys to… relieve stress.
But Bonnie. Fucking Bonnie. That jackass liked to creep up on him after hours, when Monty was cleaning up Gator Golf from the bits of wreckage he had left in another fit of anger (cleaning crew had firmly told management they would not clean up his rage attacks anymore, which was fair), and scare the living daylights out of him. It wasn't bad, per se, but it was definitely not the kindest thing. At least Bonnie wasn't being overtly malicious when he did it.
Speaking of which…
Monty was once again entirely focused on cleaning up the mess he'd made, after hours of course so no one but himself was harmed. It wasn’t that Monty really did this for fun, but it was a way to let off steam when he felt like he was going to explode and every little thing was making him feel itchy and ready to scream. He could never get the tension out of his bones, and it seemed destroying things could at least take the edge off. He was lost in thought, nearly missing when a voice directly behind him cheerfully (and condescendingly) said,
"Hey, Gator boy!"
It, as usual, caused Monty to jump, but this time he hissed in pain. As much as he loathed to admit it, he _may_ have fucked up his wrist, and the jerking caused by the startle made him well aware of that fact. That really didn't feel too good, and much to his chagrin, even Bonnie noticed.
"Well well well, what happened there Superstar?" The man asked, crossing his arms with a slight smirk. "You finally get carpal tunnel from playing the same three notes over and over again?" He teased, before watching curiously as Monty just shook his head. It confused Bonnie to see the other so… Resigned. Normally he was immediately snapping back with the venom one would assume would come from a snake, not a gator like they'd assigned Monty to be. But in this instance, all Bonnie received was a quiet grumble with little to no real recourse. It gave him pause- Just what was wrong with the little bugger, anyway?
"Hey- Look at me," Bonnie said, spinning Monty around to face him. "You’re not acting right. What’s your deal?” He asked, crossing his arms. “You gonna talk or do I need to force it out of you?”
Something that had never happened before happened in that moment- Monty actually went quieter. He shrank back, which never happened, the man always pushing out his chest and growling back in Bonnie’s face. It made Bonnie feel genuinely concerned for the man, wondering what in the hell was going on, and he was going to find out whether Monty liked it or not.
“What the fuck is wrong with you.” The question was more phrased as a statement, or a demand of knowledge, and it made Monty cringe internally with the realization that he wasn’t going to get out of this one without some type of explanation. Now, how did he explain this without raising more concern- Bonnie being worried about him was just fucking strange.
“Nah, I just fucked up my wrist when I broke something. It ain’t a huge deal, really. Just needed to let off a little steam,” Monty said, hoping the casual tone he took on in his response would soothe the other’s worries enough to get Bonnie off his goddamn back. It wasn’t, and Monty could see it in his face.
“What?” Monty asked, looking at the sour expression on Bonnie’s face when he explained himself, as shoddy as it was, he still gave an explanation! When Bonnie still looked as though he wanted more of an explanation, Monty resigned himself to his fate. This was it, he was going to have to explain his problems to Bonnie, the one guy who he felt would laugh at these issues.
“Ugh, don’t laugh. If you do, I’m shoving you out of here. Listen, I just.. I’m kind of stressed and it gets overwhelming, and then I end up breaking shit. I just went a little too far this time and screwed up my wrist. I’ll wrap it up and pop a few Tylenol,” Monty muttered, shaking his head.
“What, are you not getting any at home?” Bonnie asked, without really thinking about it. Honestly, he was joking. He didn’t expect Monty to answer him seriously, but he stood shocked when Monty turned a deep shade of red and shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.
“Listen, I- I don’t get out like that, because most guys aren’t.. You know, into it. Plus, I can’t let tabloids know about me being- Well, you’ve seen me, you know. The tabloids would go nuts if they found out. Plus.. I’m into some darker shit, so I don’t talk about it much. But not getting that just adds to the stress, y’know- Why am I telling you this? You won’t even get it.”
Bonnie huffed, before crossing his arms. “First of all, if you think I’m some vanilla bitch, you’re wrong. Second, why would anyone care? Roxanne is out and proud. It’s your choice though, I’m not going to out you to the papers.” He adjusted his stance, using his height to his advantage to lean over Monty slightly and leveled him with a nearly emotionless expression.
“Let me get this straight. You’re stressed because you haven’t been able to let off steam in the way you need to- I’d put money on the fact you’re a sub, right?” Bonnie paused to ask, but didn’t wait for an answer before continuing. “And you decided to take it out on yourself and your workplace, or are you just getting so overwhelmed because of work that this shit happens?” He waited for Monty to indicate this time, and when he sheepishly nodded to the second, Bonnie bit back a scoff. He could easily tell that was the case, but he wanted to see Monty admit it. He wasn’t trying to put the guy under at work, but all the same, Bonnie wanted to make his position clear. It wasn’t until Monty was able to look him in the eyes, even with red cheeks, that Bonnie made up his mind, and simultaneously made a move.
He pinned Monty against the wall, knowing that it was after children’s hours and it was early enough that the cleaning crew wouldn’t come to disturb them yet. They’d be busy cleaning up the main lobbies of kid slobber and spilled soda, and it left Bonnie alone with this little brat.
“Now, you’re going to listen. If getting dicked down will keep you from exploding and hurting yourself before a show, then you’re going to come to me for it, got it?” Bonnie leveled him with an even stare, but there was a hardness to his gaze that would’ve cowered any lesser man. “You’re not going to get away with fucking up your wrists and the rest of you just because you’re pent up. We can talk about rules in a minute, but I need to know- Do you want this, more specifically, do you want this with me?” He asked, voice more serious than it had ever been when talking to the youngest of the band.
“This is just casual, right?” Monty growled, staring up at Bonnie with a glare. “You’re not gonna tell the others about me or- or this, right?” He asked, waiting for confirmation before he even dared moving closer. It wasn’t until Bonnie gave verbal confirmation that he wouldn’t tell a soul that Monty leaned into the touch, still backed against the wall with Bonnie’s hands pinning his wrists to the wall uncharacteristically gently for the taller man. Monty looked up at Bonnie, giving him the shittiest attempt at doe eyes that the taller had ever seen, and nearly asked for the grip to be tighter, ignoring the twinges of pain still running through his wrist at even the gentle grip Bonnie had on him.
Bonnie feigned boredom and watched Monty for a moment, before dropping his wrists and instead boxing him in against the wall. “Cow eyes don’t work on me, sweetheart,” Bonnie muttered, before continuing in a slightly louder tone, far more direct now. “Listen. You’re going to come to me when you need this, and you’re not going to come to anyone else. Before we even start anything, we’re discussing limits at length. So don’t wait until you're burning for it, got it?” He asked, waiting for confirmation. When he got it after a moment, he nodded and continued. “Okay, good boy-” Bonnie paused when he saw the way Monty nearly melted at something so small as praise, and raised a brow. If that was how this was going to be, this was going to be far more fun than Bonnie originally anticipated. He figured that Monty might be a brat, that was his first assumption anyway. But, now, looking at the way he reacted before they had even started, Bonnie was quickly forming a different picture in his head. “Interesting,” Bonnie murmured, before gripping Monty’s chin and forcing his eyes to meet Bonnie’s own. “You know, for a reptile, you’re really more of a dog, aren’t you?” He asked, almost knowing the answer already. It was only proven further when Monty visibly bit his lip and forced himself not to make a noise under Bonnie’s gaze, which only made the other smirk. But, with that, he stepped back, shrugging nonchalantly. “Well, later, Gator. You know how to find me, come do it when you’re ready.” He got ready to walk away, shaking his head slightly. What an interesting way to end the shift.
He was fully ready to walk out, when Monty ran after him, tugging on his sleeve.
“Hey- Wait-” Monty said, sounding as if he were forcing the words out from pure embarrassment,
“Can we talk boundaries now?”
“I don’t know how you can actually eat pizza after working in the Pizzaplex every day,” Bonnie muttered, picking up his burger and taking a bite afterward. He had the decency not to talk with his mouth full, unlike Monty- Though, to his credit, he at least covered his mouth when he did so.
“Because it’s not Pizzaplex pizza, duh,” Monty said, wiping his mouth and setting down the napkin and the remnants of the slice he’d been eating. “Anyway, can we just talk about this stuff already?”
Bonnie couldn’t help but snort, rolling his eyes. “You’re that impatient?” He asked, but indulged Monty. “Boundaries are a two way street, and if you don’t respect mine, that’s just as bad as me not respecting yours. I don’t have many hard limits, but you are under no circumstances allowed to use me to punish yourself. If I find out you’re doing that, you’re out. That being said,” Bonnie paused, letting Monty take in the information, “I am a personal fan of maintenance beatings. If you aren’t up for that, we won’t do it. But if you are, then it’s something that’ll be expected of you.” When he saw the confusion in Monty’s eyes, he almost laughed- But, he couldn’t fault the younger for his lack of knowledge.
“Maintenance beatings are where I beat your ass red, even if you didn’t earn a punishment. It doesn’t mean you’re in trouble, it doesn’t mean I’m disappointed in you, and I won’t treat it like a punishment. But, I think it’s a good idea. I want an answer now, are you okay with it or not?”
Monty had turned an impressive shade of red by this point, just by how bluntly Bonnie was talking about this in a public restaurant, of all places. But, he nodded, and took a deep breath before responding out loud with a meek “Yes, I’m okay with it.” The look Bonnie gave him only made him flush more, but he couldn’t deny being the center of Bonnie’s attention felt nice- Even if they weren’t lovers, just letting off steam together.
“Good, with that out of the way, do you know your hard limits?” Bonnie asked, and when Monty nodded, he wordlessly motioned for the other to elaborate.
“Well, uh- No quickies. I need aftercare and I’m not going to give that up for a quick fuck, okay?” He watched Bonnie nod and agree without complaint, and it gave him a bit of confidence. “I’m not into ice or anything cold, and I don’t want anything to do with it. For right now, that’s all I can think of. We can add on later if anything comes up, right?” Again, Bonnie agreed without complaint, and he nodded firmly to the idea of adding on to the list later.
“Of course we can, I don’t expect you to remember everything right now. I might be forgetting something too, after all. With those limits out of the way, general boundaries. LIke I said earlier, I don’t want you doing this with anyone else. Yes, this is mostly casual, but this is still serious. If you want to add someone else in for a night, that’s one thing, but you’re not going to be running off with other people too, understood?” He watched for Monty’s nod, and nodded back in return. “Good. I’m not going to take other subs while we’re doing this either, this is exclusive to the two of us, for the most part.” Bonnie smirked slightly. “If you’re ever wanting to have another person for a night, I can think of one or two who would gladly join.” He shook his head, knowing he was getting off track. “Are there any other boundaries you want to bring up right now?” He opened the discussion to Monty, sitting back and listening.
“Just.. Don’t call me a girl or a bitch. You can use feminine terms for my- You know, but don’t call me a girl. I’m not one. And as far as physical boundaries, uh- My chest isn’t that sensitive, so that’s more of a heads up that it won’t do much for stimulation to me.” He was almost worried that Bonnie might be put off by this, but when he seemed perfectly amicable, Monty breathed out a sigh of relief. “That’s all I’ve got.”
Bonnie thought for a moment about anything else the two needed to discuss, and then realized they were forgetting one very important thing. “So, last thing. Safewords. I use the traffic light code, which I’ll assume you know what that is?” He asked, and when he got a nod of approval, he continued. “If you are unable to speak or hold up fingers, you will have a bell you can drop. That’s an instant red, alright?” Bonnie was nearly professional through all this, but Monty was still beet red while he agreed with what Bonnie was saying.
“Instant red, got it. Yeah, that sounds fine to me.” Monty verbalized his consent to the system, swallowing thickly and taking a sip of the soda he had beside him, mouth suddenly very dry. “Okay, uh- I think that’s it, right..?”
Bonnie nodded, before getting a dark grin on his face.
“One more thing. How do you feel about fucking in one of our rooms at work?”
In all honesty, their rooms were pretty nice. They offered the band a place to stay if they chose to stay the night at the pizzaplex, as well as a private place to dress, rehearse, change clothes… Or in this case, get out of them, as Bonnie had just ordered Monty to do. He could see it would take a moment- Monty’s faux-leather pants were sinfully tight, and while they made his ass look just lovely, they seemed to be a bitch to take out swiftly. That was fine- Bonnie was more than alright to just wait it out, they had time, after all. The ‘plex was closed, and even the cleaning staff was packing up to head home for the night. Plus, due to Bonnie’s.. Less than stellar track record, he had a room that was somewhat secluded from everyone else’s, rather than being on Rockstar Row with the other members of the band. That, too, was all fine and good- It gave him an easier chance to have Monty like this without either one of them worrying about being seen or heard. He had a feeling Monty would be sensitive and loud.
Pulling himself out of his thoughts, he noticed Monty had finally gotten his pants off, and had stripped down to everything except for a pair of skin-tight boxers and a spiked collar that he wore for his performances. His tan skin was littered with random scars, the most noticeable of which being the thick scar that ran under the entirety of his pecs, but it seemed to only accentuate the muscle of his chest. There were also various scars with what seemed to be old staple marks on his arms and shoulders, but Bonnie wasn’t going to ask about them here; it wasn’t what they were here for, after all.
“Alright,” Bonnie began, rolling up his sleeves, “Let’s see if you can follow orders, mutt. On your knees, sit nicely for me.” A simple command to start, something easy.
Monty followed the order without hesitation, kneeling and spreading his legs to have a solid balance before straightening his back and looking up at Bonnie. The taller clicked his tongue in approval, nodding and moving back to sit on the couch, He curled his finger to goad Monty forward, using his other hand to undo his belt and watching as Monty shuffled his way over. That was good- He understood that he didn’t have Bonnie’s permission to stand and walk. Bonnie was going to have fun with this.
“In between my legs, mutt. You’re going to slide ‘em off, got it? You’re not going to do anything else until I say.” With that, Bonnie leaned back, lifting his hips to help Monty just the slightest bit when he obediently got Bonnie’s pants off his hips and down his thighs. When they hit the tops of his boots, Monty paused, waiting for his next set of directions. Bonnie could already see the hazy look in his eyes, and if that wasn’t a power trip- The spitfire in front of him, subdued so easily.
“Good boy. Take my boots off, then get my pants down the rest of the way. Take them off nicely, they’re not cheap.” That last part was a bit of a lie- they weren’t expensive, but it was all about the illusion and the act, showing his status and power. He let Monty take his time, even humming in approval when Monty set everything aside gingerly, and went so far as to fold his pants for him- That earned Monty another “good boy”, which made the sub keen and look up at Bonnie with glassy eyes, waiting for another order.
At this point, Bonnie’s cock was hard, and he’d gone commando for the sole reason of teasing Monty. He had noticed the way that the other had been staring the moment he got close enough to notice, and now with everything bare, his staring was all the more obvious, but not unwanted. In fact, Bonnie motioned him forward, gesturing to his cock almost nonchalantly. “Go on,” Bonnie said, pulling Monty closer by the crop of hair that formed his iconic mohawk, “Show me what you can do, pup.”
It only took the words leaving Bonnie’s mouth for Monty to dive in, sucking at the head of his cock without any preamble, letting the drool that had been pooling in his mouth drip down the length of it. He stayed at the head for a moment, paying careful attention to it, before slowly taking more into his mouth. He was rusty- It had been a decent while since he last sucked cock, and Bonnie wasn’t what could be called small by any means. So, it meant Monty had to work at it, taking more and more into his mouth, then his throat. He wasn’t even all the way down yet, but Bonnie seemed to be enjoying it, if the way he pulled at Monty’s hair was anything to go off of. All the while, Bonnie had never taken his eyes off of Monty, appreciating the way that Monty’s eyes were half-closed in concentration, focused on making Bonnie feel good. And, to his credit, it did feel good, amazing even. Bonnie almost couldn’t believe that Monty hadn’t been doing this recently, with the way he took it like a champ.
“Fuck, yes.. Good boy, that’s it,” Bonnie groaned, snapping his hips up slightly, just enough to surprise Monty and make him choke a little. When Monty took it in stride, Bonnie did it again, slightly more forceful this time. He listened to Monty choke, smirking and tugging his hair to keep him in place.
“That’s it.. C’mon pup, you’ve got me close, you gonna take it all?” Bonnie asked, watching Monty try his best to nod and blink approvingly at Bonnie, before he took one hand and held up three fingers- Green, good. He’d have to praise Monty after the scene too, for remembering to give a color without being prompted, and for remembering his nonverbal signs so easily.
It wasn’t long before the sight of Monty’s pierced lips wrapped around Bonnie’s cock and the tight heat of his throat sent him over the edge, and he let out a low groan as he tugged Monty’s hair harder and held him still as he shot cum down his throat. Barely-intelligible praises fell from his lips as he rode out his orgasm, before releasing Monty’s hair and letting him pull away to swallow what hadn’t gone directly down his throat. He waited for Monty to recover before shifting slightly, so he was sitting up straighter. “Stand,” Bonnie ordered, watching Monty try to stand on shaky legs that were more than likely a bit numb by this point.
“You did very good,” Bonnie said, watching him waver and melt a little, making Bonnie smirk, “And I think you deserve a reward. Do you want your boxers on or off when you ride my thigh, pup?” He asked, watching Monty try to decide, before stripping his boxers off without giving an answer. It wasn’t exactly what Bonnie wanted, but he’d let it slide this time. There would be plenty of time to punish Monty for things in the future- He already knew they’d be doing this again.
Bonnie waited until Monty was situated over his thigh, hovering just enough to avoid friction, even though Bonnie could feel his cunt dripping already. Bonnie knew he could order Monty to take what he wanted- Or, he could just grab his hips and shove them down, which is exactly what he did. Monty got the message and started moving after that, jerky little rolls of his hips that made his cunt grind into the solid muscle of Bonnie’s thigh and caused him to moan, the noise coming out raspy from the rough treatment his throat had just received. From the high, desperate noises that came from Monty, it seemed obvious that Monty wasn’t going to last very long.
“Good boy, feels good, doesn’t it?” Bonnie muttered, getting close to his ear to talk into it, nipping at his neck before doing so. “Such a good mutt.. Maybe I should muzzle you, or put a collar and leash on that pretty neck. You’d love it, wouldn’t you? Looking just like the dumb mutt you are- C’mon, pup. Grind that cunt on my thigh, make yourself cum while you hump my leg like a dog.” Bonnie knew he’d said the right thing from the way Monty’s back tensed and he hiccuped out a moan, and it only took a few more rough rolls of his hips for Monty to go still, only little jerks coming from his hips, and a broken, loud moan escaping his mouth. As to be expected, Monty went limp after that, melting against Bonnie bonelessly.
Bonnie had expected this, and carefully maneuvered Monty so that he could half-lay on the couch while Bonnie stood, his own legs slightly shaky. He’d had the good sense to get a kit ready before Monty had even arrived, so he could easily clean up Monty and himself. He did just that, giving his thigh a cursory wipe, and then cleaning up Monty much more thoroughly, trying to be gentle. It seemed Monty liked to be rough on himself, if the way he winced at even the gentle wipe was anything to go by. But, that could be a discussion for another day.
In the meantime, Bonnie persuaded Monty to move for just a moment so he could on the couch, before pulling Monty close to his chest, letting the smaller rest his in the crook of his neck for the time being. In a bit, they’d both get up and use the restroom, maybe shower, and get redressed. For now, though, Monty would lay on his chest, and Bonnie would pretend that he didn’t think the other looked absolutely adorable like this, under a blanket and cuddling him.
“Good boy,” Bonnie murmured absentmindedly, tilting his head to kiss the side of Monty’s and feel the other smile against his neck. “Just lay there for now, I’ve got you.”
Monty barely nodded, so content and warm that his eyes felt heavy. He wasn’t ready to sleep, but closing his eyes felt so nice, especially against the warmth of Bonnie’s chest.
Maybe Bonnie’s intrusions could be excused, if this was the result.