Pairing: Josh Franceschi/Dan Flint
Rating: Light r
Warnings: mentions of bondage, bdsm and dom/sub relationship
Summary: Josh aches from last nights activites.
Author Notes: I'd already got half of this written out. I have the worst writers block ever and It's taken me like 3 hours just to write 400 words to finish this. I apologize for how short it is.
Disclaimer: Don’t own the boys, just the plot.
Josh wakes up with a distinct ache set deep in his bones. He groans and rolls over, ending up in Dan’s arms. Dan stirs awake and looks down.
“Morning baby.” Dan says.
Josh shoves his face in Dan’s shoulder.
“Hurts.” Josh whines.
Dan expected it to hurt the next day; he’d pushed Josh’s boundaries.
“Sorry love.” Dan murmurs, lifting Josh’s wrists gently.
There are rope burns around his wrists, dark marks that will stay for weeks and have Josh constantly wearing hoodies. Dan kisses the marks tenderly, being careful not to press down much because, whilst inflicting pain along with pleasure is a kink of theirs, just pain is something Josh doesn’t like.
Josh sighs softly against Dan’s skin. His whole body aches, last night was without a doubt the best sex they’ve ever had but it has also left Josh worst for wear.
In their relationship they’ve naturally fell into the roles of the dominant and submissive; Josh takes everything Dan has to give him and Dan knows Josh must really be hurting because he never complains unless he’s in a lot of pain.
Dan presses Josh back into the mattress and Josh whimpers quietly as the bruises on his bum are aggravated as Dan half-lies on top of him. He manages to push it to the back of his mind as Dan kisses him softly. These kisses are rare, they remind Josh of the fact that, under the rolls of their relationship, Dan loves him and he’ll always do everything he can to protect Josh.
Dan gets the Savlon. He opens the cap and takes Josh’s wrists, rubbing the cream into the marks. Josh makes this little noise, it’s good. The cream is cold, it sooths his irritated skin, making him sigh long and slow.
“You okay love?”
Josh nods, eyes closed.
“Although staying in bed all day sounds like the only thing I’ll be up for today.”
“Want me to get Sherlock?”
Josh nods again, a small smile on his lips.
Dan retrieves the box set of BBC’s Sherlock and puts the first disk in the DVD player. They’ve watched ‘A Scandal in Belgravia’ many times but Josh loves it so Dan leaves it on.
“Lie on your stomach baby.”
Josh never needs to be told twice. He rolls over and folds his arms up under his head. Dan gets the massage oil, vanilla scented because it’s Josh’s favourite, and starts rubbing it gently into Josh’s skin, working down his body.
“That was… Last night was…”
“I know. I guess it’s because we had to hold back so much on tour so you could still jump around on stage without being in pain. All the want built up and I couldn’t hold back. Sorry.”
“Don’t apol-“ Josh groans as Dan’s fingers work into a knot in his muscle. “Mmh, there. Anyway, don’t apologize, it was amazing. Just give me a few days to recover from this one.”
“Of course love.”
When Dan gets down to Josh’s lower back he pours out a bit more oil, rubbing his thumbs in the dip of Josh’s spine and working outwards. He carefully avoids the bruises on Josh’s sides from the caning he’d taken, working his fingers more into the muscles he knows will ache most from the way he’d been bound.
Josh is making little pleased noises, humming in satisfaction when Dan’s fingers press into a place that feels particularly good. He works back up Josh’s body, admiring the various range of marks from the various impact toys he’d been using. Dan thinks it’s quite pretty.
When Dan gets back up to the base of Josh’s neck he works back into his shoulders and the top of his arms a little more, knowing those are the areas that will be strained more from having to stand with his hands against the wall and his legs apart for the better part of an hour, then being tied to the bed.
Even when Dan’s put the massage oil away Josh stays lying on his stomach. Dan thinks he’s asleep again but then Josh groans.
“Why’d you stop?”
“Cause I’m done.”
“But can’t y-“
“Don’t push it.” Dan warns.
Josh sighs. Dan knows that sigh. Josh thinks he’s disappointed him.
Dan absently plays with Josh’s hair as he looks over all the marks he’d made. It had started off with a few good handprints on Josh’s ass then some pretty good bruises there as well from the wooden paddle. Dan had got in some pretty good hits, hard enough to have Josh rocking up onto his toes. Then there are the thin ones on Josh’s sides and the backs of his thighs from the cane. That’s when Dan had got him to cry. He’d broken the skin in a few places.
“How bad are the bruises?”
“They’re the best I’ve ever given you. It’s the furthest I’ve ever pushed you. You did well; I’m proud of you.”
That’s what makes it all worth it for Josh. That’s what prevents him saying his safe word, even when it’s on the tip of his tongue. Just knowing he can make Dan proud of him makes it all worthwhile.