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Teddy approaches the porch with trepidation, his heart in his ears loud enough to wake the dead. The dingy cardboard box in his shaking hands has taken the rain, unfortunately. It's not much of a present, and the tape is all wonky sticking to his fingers. He should have packed it up nicer. He feels embarrassed just looking at it. And then there's his muddy sneakers dragging in mud everywhere over the pristine tiles. Jonathan’s home is just so charming and wholesome. He doesn't fit into the picture at all. He should get out of here before the neighbors notice him.
Thankfully Jonathan isn't home.
Teddy takes a deep breath, inhales the rich scent of the roses and jasmine that wrap all around the porch and over it like a fragrant wave.
It's okay. He can do this. Jonathan will never know it's a present from him anyway. He's at the gym right now. Teddy knows his schedule by heart, and knows the man never deviates from it.
But then Teddy hears the squeaking of the little garden wall wrought iron door and his heart stops.
“Yeah, yeah, listen, we can hash this out during the meeting on Monday, yeah ?”
Teddy puts the box on the mat and flings himself off the porch and into the cypress bushes on the side of the house, as quickly and silently as he can. Hopefully Jonathan will have been too focused on his phone conversation to notice. It's already quite dark, too, and the garden is full of flowering bushes that might have hidden his movements - Jonathan has a real green thumb, on top of all his other talents. He told Teddy once he loves nurturing difficult, prickly species that only flourish with a specific type of care and a firm hand.
“Yeah, alright, Maureen, no worries, it was my pleasure. See you on Monday, buh-bye.” Jonathan chuckles as he hangs up. Teddy wonders, with a flare of possessiveness, who this Maureen is and why Jonathan is doing her favors. He really hopes she's old and ugly and he's just being nice, otherwise… Teddy might have more work cut out for him.
Jonathan has a big heart, the kind that makes unscrupulous people think they can take advantage. But now he's got Teddy watching out for him. Even though he doesn't know. And that's for the best. Teddy would rather stay Jonathan's boss’s dumb kid for now. Easier that way. He can't know Teddy's the one leaving him these… presents.
Teddy trembles, wet cypress branches digging into his back and soaking his shirt, as he watches the way the golden light illuminates Jonathan's profile, his bare forearms, his golden hair, his crisp white shirt. The sight makes Teddy's breath catch and his palms all clammy, makes his heart race so loud he's afraid it will give him away.
Teddy has never seen anyone else so beautiful in his life. And watching Jonathan has become his favorite thing to do of late. Especially since the man never seems to close his curtains at night. It's like he wants to be watched. Often, since the summer started, he leaves the window open on the first floor, too, and it would be so easy for Teddy to scale the façade and slip in and just… well, what happens after depends on the day, but in his fantasy whenever Jonathan wakes, he's always happy to recognize Teddy.
But Teddy's not delusional. He knows he's playing a dangerous game and he doesn't want to ruin what they have now. Jonathan is kind to him in a way none of his father's colleagues or friends ever are, and he's been since he joined them two years ago. Even though Teddy sticks out like a sore thumb amidst Roper’s entourage, Jonathan never made him feel out of place. He was the only one to remember Teddy's twentieth birthday last year, when even his father forgot.
He took them out with one of Roper’s most expensive cars and let Teddy drag race it around. And when Teddy scratched the paint he said he would pay to get it fixed, said it would be their little secret. And then they got drunk, well mostly Teddy did, and Jonathan listened to him ramble about his stupid boring life and his stupid problems and when Teddy had apologized for oversharing he'd said, it's okay, darling, I'd rather you come to me than someone else. Teddy hadn't understood what that meant, beyond the fact that Jonathan didn't mind listening. And that had been everything to him at the time. Still is.
Jonathan makes a little surprised scoffing sound as he sees the box and picks it up and rattles it, turns it around. Teddy grimaces.
Jonathan doesn't open it right there, which is for the best. Instead he stacks it on top of all the files and books he's holding and then sets to opening his front door. Teddy really hopes it won't start to leak.
And then the door closes behind him and Teddy is left alone in the dark.
He should leave. He's done what he meant to do and now he should go far, far away. But instead Jonathan turns on the light in his living room and Teddy draws closer, like a moth to a flame. His home is lovely in the golden light and Teddy is seized by longing. He's never been inside but he knows as if it was his own home. The honeyed wood shelves full of well-loved books, the green carpet worn until threadbare, the pictures of smiling people on the walls, the few gently aged pieces of furniture. It's the home of someone who's never had to question his ability to be loved and to love in return. Teddy dreams of sneaking in, of burying his nose in Jonathan's coats in the entrance, of running his fingers along the book spines and his hand along the armrests of Jonathan's favorite chair sometimes, of feeling the dent in the headrest where his head always goes. Jonathan falls asleep in front of the TV too often these days. He's just turned forty, that can't be too good for his back. He's not very good at taking care of himself and Teddy can’t help but be worried. He wishes Jonathan would let Teddy take care of him. He would be really good at it, he's sure.
He sees Jonathan put the package on the table, and serve himself a glass of water. God, what if he forgets the package and it starts to smell ? That would be awful. Teddy bets Jonathan's home smells amazing, a mix of beeswax and old books and tea and Jonathan's expensive cologne, green tobacco with a hint of vanilla and honey underneath. Teddy loves that perfume, loves the way it clings to the shirts and coats Jonathan leaves in the breakroom sometimes and the way it envelops Teddy when he presses his face into them. Once they went on a company bonding trip and played soccer and Jonathan forgot his underwear and even that smelled mouthwatering to Teddy, musky and sweaty but not sour at all. He'd stolen the thing and spent weeks jerking off with his face pressed into it afterwards.
The point is. He wouldn't want anything to disrupt Jonathan lovely little world of good, clean, wholesome scents.
Teddy wonders what a man like Jonathan is doing working with his father sometimes. He's nothing like the assorted sharks, sycophants and brutes Roper surrounds himself with. There's nothing flashy or arrogant about him. He's poised and clever and elegant, and truly kind. He's educated but doesn't rub it in people's faces, instead he uses it to make them feel like they're smart, too. He does it with Teddy all the time.
That doesn't mean he is soft or naive. He's clearly a pragmatist, and very loyal. He spent ten years in the army, which very likely means he's a killer. And he must know what line of business Roper is in. But he's a gentleman. He takes no pleasure in brutality, in crushing the already downtrodden. He was probably beloved in the army, the sort of captain his men would have laid their lives down for.
That's the spirit in which Teddy leaves him this gift. He wants Jonathan to know that someone has his back. Even though he knows that there's something wrong with him, that this is not normal, part of him hopes deep down Jonathan will understand. Teddy’s spent so long in his life with nobody caring for him and it was awful. And Jonathan leads such a lonely life - outside of his work he has no friends, no girlfriend or wife and no kids, and no other family that Teddy knows of except maybe that older woman with brown curly hair he meets in a park once a month, who acts all motherly towards him and always leaves him her newspaper to read for some strange reason. Anyway the point is - Jonathan is just as lonely as Teddy is, deep down, he is sure of it.
Still, as Jonathan starts trying to open the box, swears at the excess of tape and then gets a pair of scissors, Teddy starts feeling nauseous. Of course Jonathan won't get it, he is going to be disgusted, he's going to call the cops and they will catch Teddy and lock him up for good and he will never see Jonathan again. Maybe it serves him right, what was he thinking - the last thing Jonathan needs is an unbalanced creep like Teddy in his life, a freak, a mistake of nature -
Jonathan opens the box and stares at its contents.
For a long moment, his expression remains impossible to read. Teddy stays frozen.
Then, very slowly, a smile illuminates Jonathan's face.
And then he looks out of the window.
Straight at Teddy.
Teddy's heart stands still in his chest. He can't move, he can't think. He just freezes on the spot like a prey animal in headlights.
Jonathan walks out and Teddy jolts out of his trance, throwing himself into the bushes this time and scraping his arms on thorny vines.
The door opens.
“Teddy ? Why don't you come in ?”
How does he - oh god. Oh god.
Run. Run. Run, a voice whispers in his mind. But he can't listen. He is too mesmerized by the soft, warm tone of Jonathan’s voice.
“I know you're there. No use hiding anymore,” Jonathan chuckles. As if this is all… amusing to him. “ It's going to rain soon. Wouldn't want you to catch your death.”
And then he turns back inside, leaving the door wide open.
It's too tantalizing. Teddy can't resist. He knows there's something very wrong here. That he might very well be the one in danger now. But he's spent almost a year now obsessively following Jonathan, watching his every moment, spying on him in his own house, wishing he could be a part of his life with such violent intensity he made himself sick.
He scrambles back to his feet and follows, stepping over the doorstep with his heart in his mouth. He was right, it smells wonderful. He can't even describe it.
All of a sudden, Jonathan stops, and abruptly turns around, and Teddy reacts more slowly, so now they're standing face to face - so close.
God…his eyes. They're green in this light, just like the vegetation that seems poised to swallow his house.
“How - how did you know it was me, I mean -”
“Oh sweetheart,” Jonathan says, clearly very amused. “You’re very new at this, aren't you. I have cameras everywhere.”
That makes sense and Teddy knows he is stupid and he should be very mad at himself, but he can’t think about it, or anything else, because Jonathan has grabbed his forearm and is stroking it. His grip is firm but gentle, and all the hairs on Teddy’s body stand erect.
Jonathan leans forward, to whisper in his ear.
“I won't tell if you don't.”
Jonathan's thumb caresses the thinner skin inside Teddy's wrist, and whispers cascade down Teddy’s back. For a moment he cannot even tell which way is up or which way is down or if he is even standing upright anymore. “I - I -” he stutters, utterly lost. He doesn't understand anything.
“It's okay, take your time,” Jonathan says. Teddy can't be upset at the hint of mockery he detects there. Even being this close to Jonathan is a privilege he would do anything to earn. “Close the door, won't you ? It's not like we're expecting anymore company. And take your shoes off, you're tracking in mud. Hmm, and your shirt too, you're all wet, poor thing.” Then Jonathan lets go and disappears into the kitchen.
Teddy closes the front door, heart hammering in his chest, and then he does as he's told. His pants are just as wet as his shirt and the knees are all muddy too so it makes sense to remove those, too. And then he is standing in his boxers in Jonathan's hallway, shivering, wondering how his life took such a turn. Dream or nightmare, he can't tell yet.
“You can take a seat in front of the fireplace, I'll be right with you,” Jonathan calls from the kitchen.
Teddy doesn't dare to sit down in the chair, instead he takes the one on the right closer to the window, the one that's always empty. Well, not anymore.
Jonathan waltzes in a few minutes later with a teapot and two mugs. He brings the open package with him too, and slams it on the little table, not too gently. Teddy avoids looking at the bloody mess inside.
Jonathan starts making a fire and - god. The way he bends over right in front of Teddy's face… the man is a very physically active runner and it shows. The unspeakable things Teddy has fantasized about doing to that ass… and now it's just there…so close…
The fire roars to life, giving Teddy a respite. Jonathan straightens up and pours them two cups of tea, and extends one to Teddy. The scent of bergamot envelops him like a warm hug, and he tries his best to catch his breath and get his shit together.
“So let me guess,” Jonathan finally says, pointing at the package. “This is why our dear friend Mr. Juan Carrascal hasn't been answering his phone.”
“He was rude to you,” Teddy replies, indignant. And that's an understatement. He was following Jonathan home from work at a distance the other day when he saw Carrascal catch up with the other man and proceed to threaten him. Clearly he didn't like how influential Jonathan'd started to become within the organization. That tongue of yours is only good at two things, you prissy little fag - spewing bullshit and licking Roper’s ass. We all know how you got your position in the first place. So keep it in your mouth next time and I won't nail you with everything I have, the man had spit right in Jonathan's face while grabbing his collar. It had made Teddy so so angry.
He knows Jonathan knows why he picked that part of the body to make into a trophy.
And a tongue fits relatively easy in a small cardboard box and that was all he had.
“Hmm,” Jonathan says, tone mild. “I guess he was. Although it was nothing I couldn't have handled on my own. And I suppose you have something to do with Corky's disappearance last month, too.”
“He was a fucking pervert,” Teddy spits. “He was ogling you all the time.”
Jonathan's grin gets bigger. “And I suppose you only look at me with a pure, chaste eye.”
“I - no - “ Teddy protests. “It's different.”
“Why,” Jonathan says slyly, “because you want to take me to dinner before you take me to bed ?” He leans back into his chair, almost langorous, and Teddy wishes he was wearing more clothes. Jonathan looks at Teddy as if to dissect him to the bottom of his soul - like Jonathan knows every single filthy fantasy Teddy ever had about him, every late night wanking session fantasy in which Jonathan played the starring role.
“I - yes, I mean no, of course not - if - I don't know,” Teddy splutters, face burning.
“Ah, relax, darling,” Jonathan smiles, eyes crinkling at the corners. “I'm teasing you.”
“He wanted to roofie you,” Teddy insisted. “I found GHB in his stuff.”
“Hmm. And was that before or after you butchered him ?” Jonathan leans forward in his chair, a strange glint in his eye, his voice husky. Teddy should lie but he can't think when Jonathan is looking at him like that.
“A-after,” Teddy stammers. He can't believe this. He can't believe Jonathan is talking so casually about what he did.
“That’s right,” Jonathan says, a hard and self satisfied smile on his face. “It wasn't because of some sort of moral crusade. I'm pretty sure you’d drug me and have me too if you could get away with it.”
“No, I -” Teddy's face crumples. “It doesn't count if you don't want me.”
“Aw, that's sweet,” Jonathan grins. “Well, in any case, you're a possessive little thing, aren't you ? Unfortunately in this case, been there done that.”
“He made you…”
Jonathan gives him an indulgent smile. “No, no, don't worry, I was willing. It was a misguided attempt at putting him in my pocket when I started out with your father. It didn't get me anywhere and it was really dreadful sex. And that had nothing to do with his… remedial physical qualities. I've had ugly men who fucked like beasts. No, he was just too self absorbed and self conscious to make it worth my while.” He smiles again. It's so strange to hear him use such vulgar vocabulary when Teddy has seen him as a pure and gentle soul for so long. But then he's coming to realize his vision of the man might have been quite dramatically wrong.
“You’re not self absorbed, are you, Teddy ?”
Teddy feels the blood rush to his own face like a groundswell. “I try not to be - I mean - I,”
Jonathan laughs a little. “And we'll work on the self-consciousness.”
Oh god. Does that mean - oh god. Teddy is at once so aroused and so terrified he might pass out on the spot.
“But Teddy,” Jonathan continues and his tone becomes a lot more serious, “that thing with Corky, that was way too messy. Cleaning up after you gave me a lot of extra work and I'm already busy enough as it is, Roper has been running me ragged.”
Teddy's mouth falls open. “You… you knew… and you cleaned up -”
“Like I said, you're clearly new at this. I figured Roper wouldn't want his eldest to end up in prison, no matter what else he thinks of you. It would draw too much attention to him, for starters. And I don't think you'd fare very well there.” Jonathan looks at him with something almost like pity then.
God. All this time he thought he was looking after Jonathan, but Jonathan had been the one looking out for him. The thought makes him both embarrassed and hot all over.
“Thank you,” he mumbles.
“You’re welcome,” Jonathan says. He sighs. “You know, I was your age when I met your father. He saw my potential, he trained me. I can't for the life of me figure out why he's not doing the same with you, but he's not as sharp as he used to be.”
That hits right at the part of Teddy that has been wilting under Roper's neglect. He had such hopes when Roper brought him over from Colombia, but then he messed up once and since then he's mostly just been… hanging around in some sort of awful purgatory, invisible at best and a laughing stock at worst.
But Jonathan sees him.
“I think I have a lot to teach you,” Jonathan continues, and Teddy's heart soars. “But I don't like mess, Teddy. You will have to work really, really hard to live up to my standards.”
“Anything,” Teddy says, hurriedly. “I'll do anything.” This… This is everything he never dared to dream about but wanted so badly. He'll do anything to please Jonathan, to learn from him, to be able to work with him. “I’ll meet your standards. I promise.”
“I believe you sincerely believe that,” Jonathan replies. “As to whether it will be enough… I guess we'll see.”
Teddy pushes down the eagerness, he doesn't want to look like a foolish kid, but he is trembling, with both excitement and pressure. For Jonathan to give him a chance like this… he will do anything to prove to him he's not a mistake. No matter what Jonathan demands of him, he will do. He promises this to himself then. He's already failed too many people in his life, he cannot fail this man.
“So how do we start, I can -”
Jonathan chuckles. “Easy, tough guy. It's late. Finish your tea, first.”
Teddy downs his mug in great gulps, caring little for the burn that comes from inhaling the still hot liquid so fast. But then something touches his leg and he almost chokes on it. Jonathan's socked foot is stroking his bare calf, very lightly, and Teddy thinks the sensation might kill him on the spot.
Jonathan looks straight at him, unblinking, something molten in his pale gaze.
“Have you ever been with a man, darling ? And I don't mean fumbling handjobs in a dark alleyway or groping at a party. I mean all the way.”
“I, uh.” Teddy considers lying, but he knows Jonathan would see right through him. He hasn't been with anyone in that way, really. He knows he's not bad looking but… he creeps people out. He's too intense and weird and he's never really been around people his own age. And the last year, well. All his energy was fixated on Jonathan ; the mere thought of wanting someone else was ridiculous. “Not really,” he confesses, cheeks blazing, looking down, heart frantically hammering at his ribcage to leap out. “But - but if you give me a chance I will make it worth your while. I promise.”
He'll be better than fucking Corky, that's for sure. The fucking nerve of the guy, being with Jonathan and not realizing the absolute privilege it was. Not doing his utmost to please him. Even only for that Teddy is glad he killed him.
“Hmm, you're sweet,” Jonathan says. “But I've had about all the amateur bumbling I can take today.” He must have seen the disappointment on Teddy’s face then, as his smile takes on a mean edge. “Aw, sweetheart, did you assume you would get to fuck me right away ?”
“I - uh, no, I mean - I wouldn't, I -”
The truth is, yeah, that's what happens in most of his fantasies. But now he's really not sure anymore.
Jonathan sees right through him, as usual. His gaze is a pin nailing Teddy to a board like an insect for an entomologist. “You haven't earned that yet. Nowhere near earned it.”
That means… he might get there. Eventually. And that is everything.
“Thank you,” he says in a rush. “I wouldn't presume … I want to earn it.”
“Of course you do,” Jonathan says, tone somewhere between warm and condescending. “Eager little puppy.” He sounds so affectionate, Teddy doesn't care about the disdain. Maybe he does want to be Jonathan's little puppy.
Jonathan's gaze goes dark, and then he gets up. “Bend over the chair for me, will you ? I'll be right back.”
Oh - oh god. Teddy watches his retreating back, struck with both lust and nerves so intense he can barely move for a whole minute. But then he hears Jonathan come back down the stairs and jolts into action. He feels coltish as he stands up and bends over the side of his chair, like he's never had legs before. This is awkward. He presses his hands down into the seat of the chair and spreads his legs a little. Should he take his boxers off ? No, that's -
“Good boy,” Jonathan purrs, coming up behind him. And then he slides a hand up Teddy's ass and any thought evaporates from his brain.
The truth is, he's frightened. Of the physical act, first of all, and then he's grown up around people who thought being on the receiving end of this sort of thing made you less of a man.
But it's Jonathan. He'd do anything to be his, even if for a moment. Even if it makes him less of a man.
Jonathan pulls his boxers down, just like that, and then he's massaging Teddy's asscheeks with his big hands. Teddy is already unbearably hard - close to melting into the chair already. But he has to keep it together. Oh god… even the thought of this happening is near enough to unmake him.
No one's ever touched him down there. And now he's about to lose his virginity to Jonathan Pine, the man he's been obsessed with for almost two years. He can't believe it. Maybe he's died and gone to heaven.
He lets out a high pitched yelp as two sticky, lubed up fingers press against his hole and, without any further warning, push in.
“God, you weren't lying, you really are untouched,” Jonathan says, a little breathless. “So tight.”
It hurts. But he likes it. He wants Jonathan to mark him, to make him bleed - anything as long as it makes Jonathan happy. Anything.
He mewls as Jonathan strokes his insides with the pad of his fingers, tries to push back and take him deeper, but Jonathan holds him in place with a bruising grip on his hips. “Shh, patience.”
“I can take it,” Teddy pants. “You don't have to coddle me, I can take it.”
“Are you sure ?” Jonathan says, pulling his fingers. Teddy feels desperately empty right away. “You’re not quite ready, it will hurt.”
“Yes,” Teddy groans. “I don't care, I need it now, please, please.” This all feels so surreal still, like it could be snatched from him at any moment.
“As you wish,” Jonathan says, and Teddy can hear the smugness in his tone.
Then something much larger is pressed against his hole and he yelps. That - that isn't Jonathan's dick, it's cold and rigid and - when he looks back he sees that Jonathan is still fully clothed and is holding something in his hand, something with a phallic shape, shiny like glass and very dark blue. “That’s- That’s not -” He tries to move away, instinctively, but Jonathan firmly holds him in place.
“Aw,” Jonathan coos, “sweet thing. You're not ready for my dick. You haven't earned it either, and to be honest, you're not prepared. It would split this tight little virgin ass of yours open and I'm not in the mood for a hospital visit right now.” Then he grinds up against Teddy's ass and Teddy chokes - he knew Jonathan was big but the thing he feels pressed in between his asscheeks is a fucking monster. Maybe Jonathan's right, maybe the glass cock is a much safer alternative.
Jonathan is always looking out for him. Teddy should trust him.
Jonathan caresses Teddy's lower back. “You can be a good boy and take this for me, hm ? It will get you ready for when I decide it's time for me to use you myself.”
“I - uh - yes,” Teddy stammers. “Okay.” He’s scared again. That glass thing looks so unyielding and massive. But if that's what Jonathan wants… “Okay.” He spreads his legs a little, tries to be brave.
The glass cockhead presses up against his hole once more and this time, it slides in, forcefully. Everything is slippery as hell but it still hurts as Teddy's hole is forced to open up wider than ever before. Teddy lets out a long, high pitched whine, the extremely embarassing girlish sort. He wants to beg Jonathan to slow down but he's forgotten the words. Jonathan is ruthless, keeps driving that thing inside him in short, staccato pushes - it's not entirely straight either, it has these bulbous shapes along the length and he can feel every single one on the way in.
It hurts so much, too much for it to be in anyway pleasurable. It genuinely feels like being split open. The glass is awfully heavy and rigid inside him, unyielding, forcing Teddy's guts to adapt to his shape. And it's so deep, too. He's never had anything that deep. Does this count as losing his virginity if it's an object deflowering him ? He wishes it was Jonathan but this is good too.
Jonathan pushes the thing in deeper, with the flat of his hand, before pulling it half way out, then in again. Teddy gasps and whines in pain, but then Jonathan strokes his flank, stroking him through the shaking. “Ssh, easy, you're taking me so well, good boy,” he whispers, and Teddy is sure he would let Jonathan skewer him with a pitchfork if that's what he was into.
Somehow he finds himself able to relax into it, loosen up, and the next thing he knows, the dildo is all the way in and Jonathan is praising him warmly and he feels like he's reached the summit of a mountain.
Jonathan wraps his arms around Teddy and pulls him up until they're plastered together - the angle changes and the glass cock hits something else inside him and it feels insane, and Teddy is sobbing in Jonathan's arms, and Jonathan wraps his hand around Teddy's dick and he is so close to bursting already. He is going to come so fast and it will be utterly humiliating but he can't help it, it's too good. The pain, if anything, makes it better.
“Do you know how I got this toy ?” Jonathan rasps into Teddy's ear. “Your father gave it to me, after he finished deflowering my ass with it.”
Horror strikes through Teddy’s arousal. What the fuck.
“I was just as young and unexperienced as you were, and god, it hurts, doesn't it ? No give at all, just solid glass ramming through your guts. Fucked up way to experience sex for the first time. But it taught me a lot about myself. About pain and pleasure and submission and loyalty. And from the first day I met you - I knew you were like me. I knew you needed this.”
Oh god. This is so fucked up. This is sick. He can't - he panics, tries to fight free - but Jonathan holds him in place, and eventually he relents.
“Shh, shh, it's okay,” Jonathan whispers in his ear. “I know you want this. All that time waiting outside my windows, bringing dead mice to my doorstep like a feral kitty who just wants to be brought in from the cold. You’d do anything to be mine, wouldn't you ?”
He tenses, clutching down around the toy, but in the end, he can't help it. This is still everything he’s ever wanted.
“I - ah - fuck,” Teddy sobs. “Jonathan. Yes. Please.”
“Good boy,” Jonathan says, audibly satisfied.
The truth is, he didn't just kill Carrascal because he was rude to Jonathan and disrespected him. It was because of what he implied, too. That Jonathan had gotten where he was just because he let Roper fuck him. And now the man himself is telling him it was true… Teddy's stomach roils with disgust and the hurt of betrayal and yet… it's Roper he's mad at. Blindingly, furiously mad. But not at Jonathan. He was so young, Roper manipulated him. It isn't his fault. Besides, he didn't know Teddy yet back then.
“Did you… does he still fuck you ?” he gasps.
“Once in a while,” Jonathan says, “he expects it by now. But it's gotten very very tiresome. Old man can barely get it up these days.” Teddy wants to puke, but he's so glad to hear it. “Maybe,” Jonathan continues, voice low as he plays with Teddy's balls, “maybe it's time for a regime change, don't you think ?”
Teddy would agree to anything Jonathan asked him at this point. But especially this.
“Yes, yes,” he gasps. “Please, please -”
Jonathan starts stroking him again, hard and fast, and Teddy is powerless against the onslaught of sensation. It takes barely a few more moments until he is coming, and the pleasure is so brutal he almost passes out right then and there, spasming around the glass cock still holding him open. Jonathan whispers words of endearment and praise in his ear the whole time.
“Such a good boy, that’s it, just like that, perfect,” Jonathan murmurs. He brings his cum-stained hand to Teddy's mouth. “Lick this clean for me, will you ?”
He does. It's disgusting, but he doesn't care. The taste of Jonathan’s skin underneath makes him feel utterly drunk.
Once he's done, he shifts and whimpers, reaching behind him with his hand to take the glass toy out - it's getting incredibly uncomfortable now the pleasure is ebbing down. But Jonathan catches his wrist before he can.
“Ah-ah, this one is staying where it is for a bit longer. Now I want you to sit down, and tell me exactly what you did to Corky and Juan and I will tell you what you've done wrong. And then we'll go to my bedroom and I’ll try to find out exactly how far I can push you. Understood ?”
“Yes,” Teddy says. He sits down very gingerly, careful to keep his back straight - and gasps when the toy pushes against his sensitive insides in a whole new way, even deeper than before.
“Yes who ?”
“Yes - yes, sir.”
“Good boy,” Jonathan replies, his tone so warm it gives Teddy goosebumps.
This is going to be torture, and not just the minutes to come as he sits on this massive glass dick and tries to remember details that have long since deserted his mind. If this is what Jonathan started with… well. He's probably in for a rough time.
But he wouldn't have it any other way. He wants Jonathan to fucking ruin him. He doesn't want to go another moment of his life without feeling the marks Jonathan left on him.
He's finally where he's meant to be, and he won't let anything get in the way. Not the limits of his own body, not his own misgivings and fears, not Jonathan's previous entanglements, and certainly not Richard Onslow Roper.