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[4/25/21 - DAY 1 (4/25)] *Garrett arrives in Boston, and Dodger picks him up from the hospital. Later they discuss CBT.
[5/26/21 - DAY 1 (4/25)] Coyote contacts Garrett, warns him about Dodger, and offers a few resources if he needs an escape.
[5/28/21 - DAY 2 (4/26)] Garrett and Dodger argue about Dodger refusing to defuse his door bombs. Later, Dodger tries bottoming and Garrett gets a chastity device.
[6/22/21 - DAY 3 (4/27)] Garrett earns his way out of the cock cage with knifeplay. Dodger leaves afterward and comes back bruised and bloody.
- Dodger carves a protection rune into Garrett's chest.
- Dodger bottoms again, featuring post-orgasm torture.
[7/16/21 - DAY 4 (4/28)] *Garrett wakes Dodger up with sex. Dodger is a big bossy brat and proceeds to prematurely ejaculate.
- Dodger tries to answer his phone mid-sex.
- They argue about adopting out the dogs.
- Dodger introduces the demon fleshlight. It spirals into violent, bloody sex.
- They have an after-sex feelings jam, and softer aftercare sex.
[8/3/21 - DAY 17 (5/11)] Garrett blindfolds Dodger and tops him to handle the frustration of being caged.
- Dodger starts up a struggle for dominance halfway through, and wins.
- Afterward, Dodger teases Garrett briefly before they have sex in the shower.
- Garrett safe-words during sex, and they pivot to softer (?) sex in bed, before Dodger locks Garrett in the closet overnight.
[8/4/21 - DAY 15? (5/9)] Garrett meets Marina, and introduces her to Max.
[8/19/21 - DAY 18 (5/12)] Dodger wakes Garrett up with gender-swapped sex, although he really overshot the 'kink' factor of the closet.
- They talk briefly about Garrett's new apartment, and Dodger changes the subject by inviting him on a coffee date.
- Garrett gets restless, and Dodger takes him on an impromptu trip into rural Mass. On the way Garrett heals Dodger's wrist scars.
- Dodger screws Garrett against the hood of a rental car he stole at gunpoint.
[9/2/21 - DAY 20 (5/14)] Garrett and Coyote talk about job-hunting, and Coyote updates him on Marina and Max.
[9/14/21 - DAY 21 (5/15)] Dodger pushes Garrett into gender-swapping, so he can take her out to dinner and be lovey in public.
- Dodger starts fingering Garrett under the table during dinner, and slips in a little of his feeder kink.
- They screw in the car on the way home, and keep going at home. Dodger tries out tail-fucking Garrett.
[10/6/21 - DAY 29 (5/23)] Garrett sees texts from Jason on Dodger's phone, and they argue after both taking truth serum.
- They discuss Garrett's suicide, and Dodger shares his fears about it. They also talk about therapy for Dodger.
- They argue about Dodger's drive to keep Garrett locked away for his own safety. Garrett leaves to move into his new apartment.
- Garrett texts Coyote the next morning to talk about possibly working for Dana's group.
[10/12/21 - DAY 30 (5/24)] Garrett meets Dana, they briefly discuss his new job and then go off to spar together.
[10/12/21 - DAY 30 (5/24)] *Garrett and Dodger sext to smooth over the rough night before.
- Dodger agrees for Garrett to meet his friends, and talks a bit about them and his role at Atlas.
- Garrett doms Dodger, until Dodger uses his safeword.
- They discuss the sex contract again, and get worked up enough to go back to screwing.
[11/12/21 - DAY 57 (6/20)] Dodger takes Garrett on a plane ride to meet Augustine in New York.
[AUGUSTINE - 1/17/22 - DAY 57 (6/20)] *Dodger and Garrett meet up with Augustine, who feels Garrett up before dismissing her for their business meeting.
- Afterward, Augustine catches them being cute at the hotel bar.
- They meet up with Scotty and Jazzlyn at a fancy Chinese restaurant.
- Dodger has to step out after Scotty and Jazzlyn leave, leaving Garrett alone with Augustine.
- They go back to their hotel room, and have make-up sex with a vibrator involved.
- Garrett heals Dodger's back scars, and they talk about his tattoos. Garrett marks his territory.
[2/1/22 - DAY 58 (6/21)] Dodger and Garrett head home from New York, screw on a plane and then again at home.
[PALO - 2/11/22 - DAY 75-76 (7/8-7/9)] Dodger finally introduces Garrett to his friends, so they can do coke and play Poker.
- Palo corners Garrett to be territorial over Dodger.
- Dodger and friends start betting on who gets to use Garrett's mouth. Palo nearly kills Garrett, twice.
- The next morning, Dodger does his best to make up for the night before, with romance and foreplay.
- Dodger almost immediately ruins it by going fully overboard with 'kink'.
- Garrett gets his revenge by topping Dodger, and afterward they argue about Dodger not being able to admit he fucked up.
[BREAK-UP - 3/24/22 - DAY 83 (7/16)] Dodger takes Garrett out to eat, but gets interrupted by a run-in with Dana.
[3/29/22 - DAY 80 (7/13)] Dodger and Garrett get into an argument over text, after which Dodger gets drunk and rapes him.

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As eager as Garrett is to get what's his, he does pause at first to let Dodger take his time on his chest. Maker knows it needs the attention. Not to mention how nice Dodger's hands feel and how tantalizing their slow journey down his stomach is. As achingly turned on as he was only minutes ago, it doesn't take much for him to completely forget his hesitation and disquiet. With Dodger's hands on his ass, with their lips so close, he's already hard again, cock pressing against Dodger insistently.

"Like I'm going to kill you if you don't-" His breath hitches. Fuck, Dodger's hand is so warm, soft but with little patches of roughness, rubbing slowly enough to make him stumble. "-Finish what you started."

He leans in, hungrily seeking a kiss.

Dodger is caught a little off-guard by the kiss, and laughs into it before returning it properly. His hand never stops moving, always careful to get every inch of Garrett's cock, sliding under his foreskin and giving special attention to the sensitive head.

"I'm not about to back out now... Tasting you is the best part." He sighs contentedly, letting his other hand wander up to play with Garrett's beard.

Garrett barely manages to restrain himself through that kiss, gingerly lifting his injured arms to drape tiredly around Dodger's shoulders, fangs suddenly in the way and catching on Dodger's lips as his breath stutters slightly. It feels so good that he can't stand it- after being teased for so long, after being dragged back from the edge then enduring Dodger sitting on his cock, hot and tight but unmoving, for long minutes while being tortured - after being left unsatisfied - his nerves are still frayed and achingly sensitive, heating his blood and quickening his pulse almost embarrassingly quickly.

Somehow, though, the man's words are the worst. Tasting him. Tasting him? Dodger talks about tasting his cock, blatantly flaunting his freedom to choose what goes in his mouth, as if the last 15 minutes never happened. As if they were just some silly little game. Garrett's temper flares and with a sudden burst of energy he turns and pins Dodger to the wall, pulling Dodger's hair and shoving a knee between his legs.

"The best part is shutting the fuck up and doing as you're told," he growls, panting hard with both arousal and exertion. He's hoping his energy will cover the fact that his grip on Dodger's hair is incredibly weak, and that he probably just used the last of his meaningful strength.

One moment Dodger is being kissed and bitten, and the next he's shoved and pinned to the wall. The hand in his hair might be weak but it's still enough to send a shiver through him, and he looks up at Garrett with clear arousal of his own.

"Yeah?" He purrs, slipping his fingers down to play with Garrett's balls. "And what if I don't? I got my rocks off, I could just leave."

Any answer Garrett might have cuts off sharply when Dodger starts touching his balls. He's been so sore and sensitive ever since Dodger dragged him cruelly away from that edge, all while being teased and squeezed and throat-fucked, and that aching pressure never really went away. It was why he was so quick to arouse just from Dodger's hands on his chest and why he moved so quickly to anger now. And to have Dodger actually touching them...

He drops his head and shudders hard into the curve of Dodger's throat. It's all he can do to find a spot of pale skin to mouth at, fangs digging in as he tries to hide an embarrassing moan. Dodger talked back, he teased, and Garrett has to say something. Has to...

Truth be told, though, Garrett doesn't actually have an answer. His usual way of brat taming is being big and strong, which his injured body can't do. His other tactic is silencing the abilities of superpowered boyfriends, but he can't do that right now, either. He's powerless, weak, and trying so hard not to outright fall apart from the simple touch of Dodger's hand.

Dodger chuckles as Garrett melts under his touch, tipping his head when the man nuzzles his neck and hissing softly as the teeth dig in. His hand squeezes and tugs at Garrett's balls, and moves back up to stroke his cock.

"Got nothing, huh?" He easily pulls Garrett's head back, to seek another hungry kiss. "You're lucky I love you... I can't leave you hanging."

He's really lucky that Dodger chose to pull his hair right before saying that. Otherwise, Garrett would have been expected to have some kind of response- a task they both know he's incapable of right now.

No, all he manages is a low moan given with the needy expression that always comes with hair-pulling, a look that blends arousal with the way his mind always goes just a little bit fuzzy from it. Fuck, and Dodger's touching him again, and...

"Don't," he says roughly, trying not to sound like he's begging. "You can't, not after that."

Edited 2021-06-15 04:03 (UTC)

"Mmm..." He hums softly, and tightens his grip on Garrett's hair. He runs his tongue wide up along Garrett's throat, ending in a kiss before he lets him go.

"Hold still."

He reaches up to grab the shower head, and rinses Garrett's cock just as carefully as he's been lathering it.

"Don't come. Not until I suck you off."

Dodger has Garrett right in the palm of his hand: with every tug on his hair, with every soft press of that kiss, with every stroke of tongue against tongue and sharp teeth nipping at each other, with every slow, massaging stroke, Garrett melts a little more. By the time Dodger grabs the shower head, Garrett actually feels like he might come soon.

When Dodger starts rinsing him off, Garrett chokes a little, leaning in close to seek a kiss but managing only to mouth at his neck again before pulling back to meet those hypnotic green eyes. The water feels incredible, almost reminiscent of how women he's been with responded to it- the stream hitting his hard, achingly tender flesh and striking him right where he's most sensitive. It's a good thing Dodger reminds him not to, because Garrett suddenly feels like he really does want to come- badly enough that in spite of his attempts at dignity, he actually thrusts into Dodger's hand a few times, quick and helpless, before managing to stay still.

"Okay," he nods, looking a little dazed. His dark eyes stay locked with Dodger's as he quivers, trying so hard not to ask for more. "Oh god."

The look in Garrett's eyes brings a sly smirk to Dodger's face, and he rewards him with a few quick strokes before returning to his mindless handling. The man looks dazed, desperate, and they both know he's putty in Dodger's hands.

"What do I keep telling you?" He sets the shower head back, grabs Garrett's hair and drags him into a kiss. "Don't beg for God, or the Maker. Beg for me."

Garrett moans softly at the stroking and manages to not complain when it ends so soon. That's just how Dodger is- all tease and torment until the very end. His orgasm will come eventually, when he least expects it.

For now, though? He enjoys this, being putty in Dodger's hands, enjoys the sharp yank on his hair that makes him gasp and the kiss that he throws himself into with a harsh, lusty moan. The only reason he lets Dodger break it is because what Dodger says is so fucking hot that Garrett actually whines a little just hearing it.

Fuck.

"Dodger," he murmurs obediently, pupils blown black with lust. "Fuck, I-" He doesn't want to beg yet. No.

Dodger rewards him by finally, finally sinking to his knees. It's still teasing - pressing his lips to the side of Garrett's cock, resting his teeth on the skin, licking stripes along it's length

To some extent, he's just seeing how far he can get before Garrett loses his mind. But he is slowly getting closer, sucking softly on the head and then only taking an inch in at a time.

It's torture is what it is. The teeth, the tongue, the gentle press of lips- he can't help shivering, hissing softly, outright moaning when those sharp teeth ghost their faint threat over his skin. In the actual eternity it takes Dodger to reach the head, Garrett falls apart a little more, splaying his hands on the tile to hold himself up and willing himself not to start thrusting.

Every second of it is torture. By the time Dodger's mouth finally makes it to the tip of his cock there's already precum beading at the tip, a drop falling from the metal jewelry underneath as twin proof of his arousal. Dodger's lips and tongue feel so good sucking on the achingly sensitive glans that he moans raggedly, thighs trembling from the instinctive need to pump that he can barely tamp down.

"Oh fuck," he keens, willing himself not to start fucking Dodger's mouth. "Oh M- I- oh."

He might not quite be ready to beg yet, but he can follow orders.

Edited 2021-06-15 04:45 (UTC)

Dodger has to break off for a moment, because the desperation is making him laugh again. He can feel Garrett trembling, barely holding himself back, and it makes that sense of power surge through Dodger like a drug.

"You wanna fuck me?" He leans forward, letting the cock rest on his face and looking up at Garrett with an innocent look. "Go ahead."

Then he leans back and takes Garrett into his mouth, nice and relaxed.

Garrett doesn't trust that innocent look or offer for a second, but he's so desperate that he can't resist. He grabs Dodger's hair in a loose grip and starts to mindlessly fuck his mouth, thrusts quick and shallow as he focuses on nothing but racing as fast as he can towards climax. It's so close, it's right there, all he needs is a few more seconds and Dodger's mouth feels so fucking good.

Dodger's throat relaxes easily and his eyes fall half-shut in a blissed-out sort of contentment as Garrett's cock slams into his throat. He takes it so well, and it definitely helps that his mouth has been running since he was violating Garrett's mouth.

Perhaps the most insidious trick is that it's not a trap. He stays still and complacent, only starting to properly suck and lean into it when he feels Garrett is getting close to bursting.

It isn't as hard as usual, nor as deep, nor as intense. His thrusts are shallow and rabbit-quick, the senseless pounding of a man on the brink. He doesn't even reach Dodger's throat when it finally hits him- it's shallower than that but still hard enough that his knees almost buckle, his moans echoing off the shower tiles as he pumps Dodger's mouth full of cum.

By the time he's done, he feels like he's going to pass out.

Dodger moans softly as his mouth is filled up, and he pulls Garrett's hips closer so he can suck him clean after swallowing. Finally he lets Garrett's cock fall from his lips, and slides back up to his feet. His hands are all over Garrett again, one on his hip and one on his shoulder to hold him steady.

"Fuuuck...." He grins, seeking out another kiss, "You're cute when you're desperate."

Garrett leans against Dodger heavily, one arm draped around his shoulders and one resting weakly at his hip. Between kisses he's sucking in quick breaths, panting and quivering.

"You never say anything nice when calling me cute," he gripes. "It's always desperate or choking or crying. Can't you call me cute when I'm happy about something?"

"You're barely ever happy around me." He pinches Garrett's cheek playfully.

Dodger reaches up to grab shampoo off the caddy, and works on lathering Garrett's hair. Which is partly just an excuse to play with it, and massage his scalp.

"Anyway, you already know how good you look. And you know I love it."

Garrett closes his eyes and tilts his head to the side a little to give Dodger easier access to his hair. A satisfied little sound slips out as Dodger's fingers work through, relaxing and pleasing all at once.

"It is a burden being this sexy," he agrees placidly. "Though I would appreciate a little more manners from you next time."

"You never came to me for manners." He teases gently. "Besides, I didn't think you wanted to hear it."

Now that Garrett seems to be a little less dizzy, Dodger takes his hands off him and focuses on cleaning himself. Carefully, so he doesn't bother the scratch marks on his skin or the pain in his ass.

Garrett ends up needing help with anything that involves reaching his hair, but soon enough he's padding around the apartment in a towel, once again picking up stray articles of clothing. They seem particularly good at scattering.

"Am I ever going to go an entire day with clothes on again?" he wonders idly.

"Probably not." Dodger answers easily.

He isn't bothering with a towel - he patted his hair dry, but then just shook the water off and heated his skin until the rest steamed off. He's sitting on the back of the couch now stark naked, watching Garrett clean up. And of course, lighting a cigarette.

"Welcome change, right?" It's said sarcastically, but he knows it was different in the time leading up to Garrett coming here. He wonders how much that's still affecting the man, but he doesn't think he should ask.

The question gives him pause. Is it? Things were very different in those last few months than they ever had been before- an unprecedented interruption in a lifestyle years in the making. Being away from Hell was good, yes, but...

"I don't know," he says in a rare moment of honesty. "Hell was Hell, but this place is..."

His eyes flit to the window, as if the enormity and hostility of the alien world could physically burst through the glass.

"A lot."

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