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Shut Up and Drive [Hahvy & Bathos]

"Yes," Abel said, and the single syllable traveled to Frank's groin like an actual caress. His eyelids fluttered once, but he quickly won back control over his features, schooling them into something less revealing, more impassive. But for the smoldering heat in his eyes, he could have passed as completely unaffected.

His fingers tightened possessively on Abel's neck, as if he were about to draw the younger man closer, but he didn't. They just gripped him there, Frank's eyes drinking in all of his reactions, mapping him.

When he spoke, his voice was low and rough and landed on just this side of actual growling. He said, simply, "Good."

His free hand landed on Abel's hip, dragging him close so their chests nearly bumped, so Frank could feel the heat rolling off of Abel and vice versa. He let go of him then, at both points of contact, and let his hands fall to his sides.

"Lose the shirt."
 
Abel honestly hadn't thought that one word would have had such an affect, but it did and it made his skin feel hot everywhere. He had seen the look, one he had received from a lot of women, but it had never gotten to him like this. Was it the grief, he asked himself again. He felt Frank's grip tighten and it made him edgy but nothing happened except for the almost growl he made when he said, "Good." It made Abel shiver. The hand the soon followed the words to land on his hip heated his skin through his clothes. A blush crept up his cheeks once more, a bit darker than the first as he was pulled so close.

But then he was released and it made him blink before he heard the commanding sentence that followed. At first, he didn't know what to think of it. He had never really been ordered around before but the way Frank spoke and handled him set a fire in his blood. Though he was still uneasy and afraid. He didn't respond verbally, but slipped his shirt off and over his head, revealing blood-red star tattoos on both his pecks and a large slashing scar across his abs that started from his left right hip and stopped below his left peck. A dragon tattoo encircled each bicep, opposites in color and beautifully done. He had a few more tattoos, but they were hidden by the rest of his clothes. With a shrug he tossed his shirt onto the counter, bare from the waist up.​
 
As Abel's body was revealed, Frank made note of each detail with calculated interest. He noticed the nasty scar, felt an answering curiosity, but filed it away for later inspection. He had no interest in interrupting his present task in favor of hearing about a particularly severe bicycle wreck. It was far more satisfying to put his hands against Abel's now bare sides, just beneath his ribcage, and guide him backward until he was leaning against the opposite counter.

"Now shoes," he said, but didn't give him space to bend to the task. Instead, Frank was dragging rough palms up Abel's sides, around front, skimming over his nipples. One came to rest against his throat, fingers splaying wide, the protrusion of his Adam's apple fitting snug against the space between thumb and first finger. If his grip were tighter, he'd be cutting off Abel's air, but the pressure of his hand was light.

His other hand was creeping down to Abel's fly. "Have you done this before, Abel?" Frank asked, tone only idly curious.
 
A shiver ran over his skin as Bishop touched him, a soft sigh escaping him. He had missed this-having someone touch him skin-to-skin. Even if it was just hands, it felt good and helped make him relax as he backed up until he hit the counter. He kept his eyes on Bishop before they closed when rough palms glided upwards. He felt his breath stop a moment as those palms passed over his nipples, diamond hard already. He felt a slight bit of panic set in, but he made himself relax at the light touch of Frank pressing a hand against his throat, right beneath his Adam's Apple. He swallowed and relaxed a bit that there wasn't much of a hindrance in the action. As a hand skimmed down to his fly, he felt edgy and unsure. He heard Frank's question and he would have shaken his head if it wasn't for the hand there on his neck.

"No...I haven't. Not with a guy."

He admitted, completely honest. His voice was soft and slightly breathy. He had never felt like this towards guys, much less one he had barely met. But he couldn't control the sensations he felt, or the way he wanted to try things with Bishop. Tira had been a whoever-whenever type of girl and had boyfriends and girlfriends alike. That sort of life had never appealed to him, but he hadn't really considered men because women moved more quickly towards him. But he wondered now if perhaps he had been missing out, especially with the way Bishop's hands held him captive.​
 
"Abel," Frank murmured, drawing his thumbnail down the warm row of metal teeth and back up again, his pressure feather light. Something coiled tightly and snapped inside Frank when the younger man admitted his inexperience, and getting him out of his clothes suddenly became a matter of urgency.

"Kick your shoes off," he said again, voice stern in order to break through the haze he could see creeping into Abel's eyes. With a subdued smile, he popped the button of Abel's fly and began dragging the zipper down.

Frank leaned in, bypassing Abel's lips in favor of the curve of his neck, dragging his mouth down the olive-toned column and onto his shoulder. He breathed deeply, sucking up the scent of Abel's skin, savoring every small part of him as his thumb stroked idly just beneath his jaw, over his pulse point.

"Do you have any questions?" Frank asked, because he felt absolutely certain that if Abel tried to stop him in the middle for a point of clarification, Frank was going to shove a t-shirt in his mouth and continue unhindered.
 
Abel shivered when he heard his name, breaking the spell he felt weaving around him. He felt and heard the movement of Bishop's finger against his zipper and for a moment, he felt a little edge of panic. When Bishop spoke again, Abel simply nodded and worked on kicking off his shoes. The light thud of them coming off followed suit and Abel shrank down about half an inch. With a swallow, he felt his pants loosen up with the button popping and the zipper being dragged down. His eyes closed as he felt Bishop's mouth on his neck. He kept himself still, except for the light shudder that moved across his skin at the touch. It felt good, really good and he had to keep his wits about him in order to keep from getting on Bishop's bad side. The rubbing of his thumb over Abel's pulse point didn't help much either. When Frank asked if Abel had any questions, a multitude of them assaulted him in stages. But he only needed to ask about one or two and so he thought of them carefully on how to word them. It didn't take him long to finally ask.

"What are you...we...gonna do and...is it going to hurt..?"

His voice was breathy and his eyes were open as he spoke, trying to gain some sort of control over himself. He was totally at Bishop's will and wanted to know beforehand if there was gonna be any amounts of pain. He could withstand pain, but it didn't mean that he would enjoy it. Then again he was enjoying not having to have control for once, so perhaps he would enjoy some pain? He didn't know, but he needed some answers.​
 
Frank's fingers made short work of Abel's jeans after that, drawing them down his hips along with his underwear, forcing them down as far as mid-thigh before releasing them altogether and letting them fall where they may.

He spared the briefest of glances down and, smiling, looked back at Abel. His own jeans were suddenly uncomfortably tight, but he would take care of that in due course.

"I'm going to fuck you," Frank said bluntly, but there was a deepness to his voice that belied his apparent calm. "And honestly? It probably is going to hurt." His free hand brushed against the crease where Abel's body met his thigh, scant inches from where it was likely needed most. "But it'll be well worth it, I promise you that."

Abruptly, Frank's hand closed tightly around Abel's cock and he drew back to watch the resulting emotions spill across Abel's face, smile gone now and replaced by a seriousness that he reserved only for the most fascinating of subjects. And he knew it was fighting dirty, to combine a warning with such an intimate touch, but he couldn't resist saying, "If you're going to change your mind, however, now would be the time."
 
Abel felt a chill over his body as his jeans and boxers were quickly removed and he was standing naked before Frank-who happened to still be fully clothed. It was so odd like this, not really touching, not really intimate. It was a little strange to be naked before his mechanic, but it didn't hedge his erection. He was still unsure about this whole situation, but he wanted this-needed this. He needed some outlet for his emotions and Frank seemed to know that. Either that or the man just wanted to break him in. At Frank's bluntness and words, a blush formed on Abel's cheeks. He had had a feeling that it would hurt, but he just wanted it confirmed.

He gasped and swallowed hard as Frank's hand closed tightly around his cock. His eyes widened a bit as a shudder passed over him. He needed whatever Frank could give him, but the warning in his touch was evident. Abel listened to him speak and shook his head before he murmured.

"I won't change my mind.."​
 
"Good," Frank rumbled for the second time that evening. "Now let me ask," he went on, grip loosening on Abel's cock and stroking it lightly up and down. "Do you keep slick in the house, or are we going to have to get creative?"

Frank didn't mind getting creative, and there were times he didn't use any form of lubrication at all, but it was Abel's first time and as such he felt it was his responsibility to see to it that it was a pleasurable experience.

"I'll be honest. You'll have a lot better time of it if you've got somethin'. Maybe in your room?"
 
As Frank's grip loosened and started to lightly stroke him, Abel felt his breath hitch in the slightest. At the question he nodded before he let Frank continue talking because it wasn't all that easy to talk without sounding like an inexperienced teenager, which he hadn't been for a very long time. As he listened to Frank, he thought of a much better response than just a simple head bob.

"Yeah...I have some stuff in my room. It's upstairs."

He murmured. He wasn't moaning yet, so it was much easier to just focus on Frank's voice instead of what his hand was busy doing. He would have moved if Frank wasn't busy holding him in vulnerable and sensitive places. He wondered if they were just gonna fuck in the kitchen or actually in his bedroom. He didn't know but for some reason he suspected that Frank would take care of him. For some reason, he actually trusted the man with his body. He didn't trust many people, especially with his body, but perhaps it was because the man had worked so diligently and carefully on his car? He couldn't be sure, but he wanted what Bishop was willing to give him.​
 
Another couple of strokes up and down Abel's cock, and Frank let his hands fall away. It was a feat of considerable will power, and when he stepped back to survey his work, Abel's pants around his ankles with his socks still on, cock hard and as flushed as the rest of him, little panting breaths gusting in and out past lips hanging slightly ajar, he almost gave up and dived right back in.

The slick was in Abel's room, though, Frank reminded himself. And that was the key to getting what he really wanted out of Abel, so he remained strong, despite the demands his dick was making of the rest of his body. He rubbed against the obvious bulge tenting his own jeans, his own breath leaving him on a sigh.

He was aware of the imbalance here, Frank still fully clothed and Abel just this side of stark naked, and he would be the first to admit that it was deliberate. He liked the way it made Abel look vulnerable and exposed by comparison, accentuating the sweet naivete of his inexperience.

"Lead the way, then," Frank commanded.
 
Abel almost groaned a protest when Frank stopped, but he didn't allow it to get past his lips. He didn't like the imbalance between them, how vulnerable it left him, but he didn't care right now. He wanted release and to forget where he was for a little while. But it seemed like he was gonna have to work for it. He watched Frank for a moment, feeling hot all over before he heard Frank telling him to lead the way. He stepped out of his pants and boxers, not needing to trip all over himself. It was hard enough with his blazing erection, vulnerability, and exposure. But he kept up a good front.

Abel stepped past Frank and walked in front of him, leading him down the wide hallway and to the spiral staircase. He took the steps carefully but he wasn't slow about it. He knew Frank was in need of some attention, but Abel wasn't gonna give it to him unless he was told or asked or whatever. Frank was in control here and it made Abel sweat and feel grateful. But still, that little bit of fear lingered. How could he trust him? He didn't know the answer to it, but he just did. As he reached the top of the stairs, he walked down the smaller hallway to the door at the end of the hallway. He opened it up and it revealed his room, which was actually clean. It was in hues of reds and blacks with white thrown in, posters all over the walls and little kinky things here and there, like handcuffs, thick candles, and blind folds. The nightstand next to the table held his magazines and lubricant.

He wasn't sure if he wanted Frank to get it out for him, but he didn't anyways and walked to the nightstand. He opened up the drawer, pulled out the little KY bottle of lube and put it on top of the stand. He turned to look back at Frank, almost moving to tuck his hands into his pockets, but remembering he had no pants.​
 
Frank paused in the doorway of Abel's room and took a moment to visually inspect all that lay before him. He very much liked what he saw, especially the bottle of KY that now stood boldly on the bedside table. He noted the handcuffs, the blindfolds, the cold, hard evidence that Abel, while inexperienced here and now, was not an innocent.

With a ghost of a smirk only just curving his mouth, Frank began to toe off his own boots. "Get on the bed," he told Abel, just as sternly as he'd given every other command. A pause and then, "Face down."

When his shoes were off and kicked to the side, Frank finally pulled up his shirt, peeled it over his head, and tossed it to the floor. His bared chest was broad and flat but for the grooves of his hard pectorals, his nipples the same dusky pink as his lips. His abdomen was equally muscled, ridged like a washboard, and his entire torso was smooth and hairless.

Shirt gone, with a simple flexing of his fingers, the top button of Frank's jeans came unfastened. So dressed, Frank finally stepped further into the room, coming around to the side of the bed where the slick rested, and stood over the bed.

"Handcuffs?" Frank asked, curious not because he wanted to use them--though he wasn't opposed to the idea on general principle--but simply because he wanted to know if Abel usually wore them or slapped him onto the wrists of his bed partners.
 
At the stern and steady commands, he felt like he needed to rebel but also to just give in. Giving in had the stronger effect on him and though he was unsure about being that exposed and at Frank's mercy, he wouldn't turn back now. So he soon got on the bed, face down, laying in as comfortable a position he could manage. He felt tense all over so it was hard to relax. He turned his eyes to watch Frank strip off his shirt and he liked what he saw, and his body grew hotter because of it. He kept from fidgeting by thinking about how perhaps this was what he needed more than anything else. Someone stronger than he was and not connected in the least. He wasn't into meaningless sex and he knew this wouldn't be meaningless. It would probably give him an hour or more of forgetting that his life was upside down.

"Only once.."

Abel answered. He had put the cuffs mostly on his partners and only one had been given the opportunity to cuff him to his bed. It had turned out to be a great time, but ever since he hadn't been into trying again. But if Frank wanted to use them, he didn't feel any opposition to it. He wasn't in control after all, right? He didn't think he had control here, but he knew that there were reasons to ask questions like that so as not to end up with crazy bad stuff happening. Abel glanced at Bishop standing over the bed and felt really exposed now but excited as well.​
 
Frank nodded. It made sense, in Frank's own unique way of understanding the world. Obviously, Abel had a submissive streak in him, largely unexplored, but undeniable present and acknowledged--if not previously, then certainly now.

He took a moment to appreciate the image of Abel lying naked on the bed, drew his eyes down the straight line of his back, the firmly rounded ass, the muscled thighs. He even took a moment to consider the arches of his feet with the detached consideration of a student of art. Slowly, he began to shuck out of his jeans, tugging out the waistband of his boxer briefs as they slid past his erect cock. The fabric pooled at his ankles and he stepped out of them.

He caught the tube of slick up in his hand, and the mattress dipped under his weight as he braced a knee up on it, and then nudged Abel's legs further apart, and settled himself on his knees between them.

While Frank was a man who could appreciate foreplay, he could also recognize when it was uncalled for, and he felt now was one of those times. He could have licked up Abel's spine, searched out any sensitive patches of skin, rubbed soothingly at the backs of his thighs, whispered encouragement into the silence, but it didn't appear to be what Abel wanted or needed. Instead, he set right to the business of slicking up his fingers, drawing them down the line of his ass, and then up again, and down, before working one in up to the first knuckle. He waited a beat, and then pushed it in further, crooking his finger and searching out the little gland that would make him writhe.
 
Anticipation lanced through Abel and he wasn't sure exactly what was going to happen or how it would feel. Well, of course he knew that Bishop would have his way with him-he wasn't stupid-he had just never done this before even though he knew he needed it. The process of it was what was bothering him. But he kept silent since he knew that was what Bishop wanted from him. He was given time to think and he wondered what Tira would have said about all this. She would have said something along the lines of Finally exploring, eh? 'bout time. And it made him smile a little though with a wistfulness at not being able to hear her voice again.

He heard the soft whoosh of clothing and felt the dip in the bed before his legs were nudged farther apart. He was nervous about spreading himself out like this, but he didn't have much choice and complied without a word of protest. Abel could feel the heat of Frank's body between his legs and it made his erection throb as he trembled in the slightest. He felt the coldness of the lubricant between his cheeks and it contrasted with the heat of his body, cooling him down just as much as it heated him further. He sucked in a breath before he let it out when he felt a finger insert itself into his virgin pucker. He felt Bishop pause before pushing in further and probing around for something. And soon he hit it and Abel's body went taut for a moment before he clutched his pillow tighter and let out a soft moan as he relaxed in the slightest so as not to shut out Bishop's ministrations-though they were foreign.​
 
Frank smiled, the expression lost on Abel, and added a second finger without warning, pumping him with more care than he might usually do, considering this would be Abel's first time and, though he was sure the younger man could appreciate a fair amount of roughness--the handcuffs sort of attested to that theory--he didn't want to actually injure him.

A moment later he added a third, and it was harder that way to move his fingers with much finesse, so he concentrated instead on stretching his tight little hole, scissoring his fingers and imagining the way it was soon going to be hugging his cock. His breath came a little harder now, his own temperature rising as he finally allowed himself to imagine the scene that was about to unfold. Frank had an iron grip on his control, but Abel was sexy as all get out, and he was a virgin, and he was letting Frank do whatever the Hell he wanted, and there just wasn't any ignoring that.

"Tell me," Frank said, a breathless quality to his voice. "Tell me how bad you want my dick inside you instead of my fingers, Abel. Make me believe it."
 
When a second finger was added without warning, Abel gasped and trembled, feeling the stretch to his anus. But with the way Bishop pumped his fingers in and out and brushed up against his sensitive spots, it didn't feel uncomfortable for long. Soft moans escaped him as he felt the tips of Bishop's fingers brush up against his prostrate and make him tingle all over. With the addition of a third finger, Abel felt full, though he knew that Bishop was probably bigger than those three fingers and it made him blush and swallow in anticipation. He felt those talented fingers move, stretching him out and he felt his body heat further when he heard Bishop's breath speed up before he asked for Abel to practically beg for his cock. With the pleasure running through his system and knowing that Bishop's thrusts into his body would just add that much more, how could he not?

"Please, Bishop...ah! I need it so badly...I need your cock inside me, please!"

He had never begged before, except that one time when he had been handcuffed and blindfolded. It seemed natural to beg Bishop to give him what he needed-what he knew they both needed. Abel licked his lips before another soft moan escaped him and he felt that when Bishop did remove those fingers and fill his ass with his hard cock, that those moans wouldn't be so soft and quiet. He trembled in anticipation once more and a tiny bit of fear, but he trusted his body to Bishop and that the other man would grant him the pleasure and oblivion he so desperately desired.​
 
Frank wasn't entirely convinced of the sincerity of Abel's pleading, but he couldn't hold it against the kid. After all, he had no idea what he was actually begging for and was therefore allowed a little bit of uncertainty, at least for this first time. He withdrew his fingers and coated his cock with slick, applying light strokes up and down to cover the length of it before he tossed away the tube and put his still-slippery hands around Abel's hips.

"Up," Frank directed, and guided him up onto all fours. It was better this way, allowing them both a little more freedom of movement, and it wouldn't leave Abel's dick red and chafed against the bedspread. "Good," he praised, sort of sternly, and shuffled forward until he was pressed up against him, kneeing Abel's legs further still, so he could rest comfortably between them.

His cock brushed against Abel's opening, up and down, guided by Frank's own hand at the base, spreading around the moisture that had gathered at the tip, and then, without further ado, he pressed in, slow but steady, until they were flush against one another, and Frank's cock was hugged tight by Abel's virgin ass, and he let out a rumbling sigh, and said again, "Good," before he drew back and pumped in again, hard.
 
At the removal of Bishop's fingers, Abel let out a soft sigh thought not necessarily one of relief. He could hear Bishop lube himself up and he felt the slightest bit of panic. He couldn't back out now-wouldn't back out now- and let out a squeak of surprise a the feeling of coldness and warmth against his hips as Bishop guided him up to his hands and knees. He swallowed, bracing his hands and knees against the mattress, feeling Bishop nudge his legs apart just a bit more. He heard the other man speak and he knew what was coming and wanted it. He knew it would hurt probably worse than he expected, and he locked his joints as he felt the tip of Bishop's cock against his virgin pucker.

He felt the heat and wetness and it made him close his eyes, feeling himself throbbing with arousal. He grit his teeth as he felt Frank begin to push inside and the pain was awful. He had dealt with worse amounts, but he felt every inch of Bishop slip inside his body and stretch him to his limit. He grunted and groaned, adjusting by degrees before he felt Bishop stop moving. He let out a small sigh, feeling full and stretched as the pain still lingered. He took a few panting breaths before he felt Bishop moving again after speaking one word, feeling him retreat. But before long he felt Bishop pump back into him, adding the slightest bit of pleasure to the pain he felt. He let out a startled gasp that quickly turned into a whimper as his nails dug into the sheets. He sure as hell hoped it wasn't gonna be like this the whole time. He didn't know if he could take it.​
 
Frank set up an easy rhythm for them to follow. He clamped one hand around Abel's hip to guide him back and forth on his cock, and the other hand he put around Abel's dick, remnants of the slick he'd used on his careful preparations easing the passage of his hand.

"Move," Frank encouraged, because if he'd wanted Abel to just lie there and take it he would have kept him pressed flat on his belly. "It's better if you participate," he added with a mixture of breathlessness and sarcasm, and gave another shove of his hips, grinding Abel's hips forward, pushing his cock through his hand.

"Fuck if you aren't the tightest little piece of ass I've had in ages," he praised, to remove the sting of his words, "but you're going to have to relax."
 
It hurt, but the pain was just starting to ebb, but not quick enough for Abel's mind set. The way Bishop pushed him made it hard for him to relax and just accept what was happening to him. But the hand that was on his cock caused him to shudder and moan softly, the coldness making him tremble and twitch. It wasn't hard to follow Bishop's rhythm, it was the relaxing part that was evading Abel. He heard Bishop speak about him participating and he didn't want to whine like a little girl and say it hurt too much to do so because now the pain was going away with every inward thrust, though only by small degrees. The words Bishop spoke next made Abel blush as he closed his eyes and felt himself trying to relax. He focused on the feel of Bishop's hand on his member and how each thrust pushed him back and forth in a slow and steady glide. With a deep breath mixed with a soft gasp, he relaxed and felt the pain ease up more and was replaced by pleasure that slowly started to build up.

Soon enough, he was following Bishop's thrusts and moving with him, pushing him in a little deeper and a little bit faster. He was surprised at how easy it was for him to just go with it and let the pleasure overtake the pain. He didn't go too fast for he didn't know what Bishop had in mind, but if the other man wanted faster and harder and deeper, Abel was all for it as he adjusted completely to being filled and stroked at the same time. It was definitely new and different, but it felt oh, so good. One particular inward thrust had him gasping and groaning as he twitched in Bishop's hand. He trembled as he pushed back a little more firmly, wanting to feel that spot hit again as he softly murmured Bishop's name as pleasure lanced through him.​
 
Frank did, in fact, want faster and harder, and eventually he was clinging tight around Abel's waist and snapping his hips deep and fast, withdrawing until just the head of his cock remained in Abel's ass and then shoving forward again, repeatedly, free hand still curled firmly around Abel's dick.

"So good," Frank murmured between deep breaths and quiet moans, and after an interval of silence went on, "Okay, sweetheart, I'm gonna come. You there with me?" As added incentive, he worked Abel's cock more carefully, twisting his fist on the upswing, dragging his thumb beneath the head on the down. "C'mon, come for me."

It wasn't that Frank had a problem with coming first or insisted that he and all his partners came together. Sometimes, in fact, it could be fun to fuck someone through a couple of orgasms, but not with Abel on his first time and certainly not when he was so close to exploding himself.

"C'mon," he said again, and bent his head to mouth hotly at the slick skin of Abel's back.
 
"Aah~ Oh, god, Frank-"

Abel moaned out as things went faster and harder and deeper. He couldn't think straight for the life of him because of the double amounts of pleasure he was being given. He'd had sex-and lots of it- but this was goddamn incredible. He couldn't stop the moans or the trembling in his legs as he felt each pulse of pleasure wash over him. Sweat slicked his body and his hands gripped tight to his headboard in order to push back better and take it harder. It didn't take long before he felt the build up of his orgasm come on much faster than he was used to. But damn, if it didn't feel like it would take him over.

He heard Frank's word and felt heat suffuse him even further. Knowing that he was gonna come was hot in it's own way that he didn't think he would enjoy hearing as much as he did. And he was right there with him, so close he could practically feel it in his throat. He grunted and groaned hotly as Frank stroked him in such a way it was a miracle he didn't just come then and there. The demand to come and the feeling of being unable to stop it soon overwhelmed him when he felt Bishop's mouth on his skin. He moved a little bit harder and quicker, squeezing the headboard tighter as he shouted out Bishop's name in completion. His balls drew up tight and his cock twitched in the hand that held him, spewing out his pleasure. It seemed to go on and on until he was utterly spent and half-hard in Frank's grasp.​
 
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