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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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It occurs to him, vaguely, how much this feels like being taught by a father. A father he's never known, except for Garrett. His face is about as red as the cherries, but he tries to keep his breath steady and his stance firm as the horse feeds from his hand.

The horse still seems anxious, but it's willing to eat and accept the awkward pat from Dodger's hand. But as soon as the transaction is over, he moves backward as quickly as he can while retaining street cred.

"Not bad," Garrett says encouragingly, a hand still on Dodger's shoulder. "Try not to move too quickly. It freaks them out."

He steps forward, offering a cherry in his outstretched palm, and rests his free hand on the horse's neck. It's a wonderful feeling, so familiar and almost lost- to run his hand over that powerful neck while murmuring soft nonsense. After another cherry, then another, he dares to gently stroke the horse's face, right between the eyes.

"There you go," he says in low tones. "See? Remember, they aren't predators, like dogs- their entire lives pretty much revolve around running away from things. So it's important to be nice and calm, so they don't startle and run away."

Another cherry. "Their noses are really soft. Come here."

"No, I'm good."

He hangs back, letting Garrett fulfill his horse fetish or whatever this is. He'd rather smoke another cigarette, and pretend not to be intimidated by the sheer size of the beasts in front of them.

Another horse, probably younger and cockier, comes over to see what's going on and tries to nose their way in for snacks. Clearly they know a horse person when they see one.

Garrett chuckles and offers it a piece of fruit as well, giving it a brief pat before the first one indignantly demands attention. He's quite happy here, and after one of them starts licking cherry juice off his palm, he turns back to his boyfriend while the horse does its work.

"Dodger, you remember that you're super-strong and can teleport, right?" It sounds judgy, but is said with a smile. He definitely understands being nervous around the unfamiliar. "Unless horses in Massachusetts are harboring secret Templar powers, you have nothing to worry about."

Dodger turns a bit redder, and bristles a bit. Of course he knows he could kill a horse if he wanted to, but-

"I'm just bored." He lies, walking away to lean on the car. "I saw some horses, I petted one, I'm ready to move on."

More than anything, he just hates how slow everything feels out here. How there's absolutely nothing to focus on except for Garrett, the horses, and the constant stream of texts buzzing to his phone that he's pointedly ignoring.

Garrett responds by throwing a cherry at his head. That's what he thinks of your attitude, Dodger. The last cherry goes to the younger horse, and after a final pet, he pulls himself away from the fence.

"I like it out here," he says thoughtfully, wiping his hand on his jeans. "It's not quite brown enough to be Ferelden, but it still feels homey. You know, the country is the same everywhere you go- horses are always horses, fences are always fences, farmhouses are always farmhouses. Cities look a lot more different from each other, so it's easier to get homesick."

Dodger flinches when the cherry hits him, but just gives Garrett a mildly annoyed look that melts when his boyfriend approaches him.

"Some fences are electrified. You might see a lot of shit out here you're not really used to."

Very helpful, Dodger.

"Anyway," he murmurs, tugging Garrett closer, "You owe me something."

Garrett's heart flutters a little at the completely casual ease in Dodger's manhandling, how strong and effortless it is for the man to pull him close without any chance of resisting. He winds his arms around Dodger's waist with a little chuckle.

"That's right," he hums, leaning in so their noses are brushing together and lips nearly touching. "I promised you a blowjob, didn't I?"

"You did." He purrs, cocking his head and letting his lips brush against Garrett's as he speaks, "I think you offered me road head, actually."

His fingers run affectionately through Garrett's hair, but the kiss he gives him is rough and claiming. It's as much teeth as tongue, scratching a primal itch within him to put the older man in his place.

Finally he pulls Garrett back by his hair, panting softly and needing a moment to catch his breath before he can speak.

"Your choice - blow me while we're driving, or do it right here where anyone could pass by?"

That kiss warms him right down to his toes, so rough and dominating that Garrett can't help but melt. It's so natural to put himself into Dodger's hands that when Dodger puts him in his place, it feels like where he's meant to be. By the time Dodger yanks him back (pulling his hair hard enough to make him gasp with a surge of desire), Garrett's dark eyes are wide and hazy.

"Anything you want," he sighs. Ditzy with lust as he is, Garrett manages to completely miss the point. He's too focused on the feel of Dodger's chest under his hand, broad and firm and so so warm. "After going along with everything I've wanted today, you deserve it."

Dodger's grin widens, and he presses another kiss to Garrett's abused lips.

"You're such a slut."

He spins them around, shoving Garrett's chest against the car. Lucky for him that the weather is fair enough for this not to burn him. Dodger's hand wanders down to fumble with the zipper of Garrett's jeans, aggressively groping while he grinds into his ass.

"If it's anything I want... then why stop at just a blowjob."

Garrett doesn't have time to respond- Dodger starts to spin him around and has him pinned to the car before he can so much as blink. He braces his hands on the barely-cracked windows and gasps in pleasure at the cock grinding hard against his ass.

"Okay," he breathes, momentarily oblivious to everything except the beautiful sensation and lust pounding in his veins. Then a car zooming by drags him back to reason- and the low ache between his legs. "Wait, right here? I can't."

"You expect me to wait until we're back in Boston?"

Undeterred, Dodger shoves Garrett's pants down and takes hold of his cock, stroking it in slow and deliberate movements. He knows if he presses hard enough, Garrett's brain will shut off. Maybe that will even be enough for the man to ignore the people driving by every so often.

Despite his protests, Garrett does exactly jack shit to even attempt to stop Dodger from stripping him. (Part of it is lust, and part of him is knowing that it's pointless to try.) When Dodger's hand wraps hot around his cock, stroking him slowly, Garrett shivers and sighs under the onslaught of delicious pleasure.

"Fuck..." A moan drags from his throat. He wants to move somehow, body restless with want, but doesn't know whether to rock into the hand on his cock or grind against the cock at his ass. Dodger has him trapped. "People will see. We're in public."

A car approaches in the far distance, prompting Garrett to startle and try to move.

Dodger groans softly, a low and growling sound, but he lets Garrett go and straightens out his clothing.

"You're no fun, y'know that?"

He pulls the passenger seat door open and nods for Garrett to get in. "C'mon. Let's find a quieter spot."

Garrett slides into the car with his pants still unzipped, feeling flushed and breathless.

"If we're going to fuck in public, I'd rather not do it in a car you stole at gunpoint an hour ago."

"It's not stealing if I'm paying for it."

He closes the door and teleports into the driver's seat, sending a flash of heat through the car. Before he can drive, he has to shove his own pants down just to give his cock some room to breathe.

"Trust me, I've got much higher profile places I plan to fuck you."

And he's just going to let that sit in the air between them while he drives off.

Garrett glances down at Dodger's lap hungrily, sliding his hand over the man's leg to grasp his cock. That comment draws his gaze up.

"Really?" He licks his lips with a surge of something that feels like nervousness. "Like where?"

As much as he wants an answer, Garrett can't resist that thick, gorgeous cock right in his hand. He leans down over the weird shit in the middle of the car and kisses it wetly on the tip before asking, "Do I get to know?"

Dodger lets out an amused snort, shifting his weight a bit when Garrett starts to stroke him. Slut.

"Next time I play cards with my crew." He purrs, sliding his fingers into Garrett's hair, "I'll have you sucking me off while I play. Maybe they can have a go, too."

Garrett purrs at the hand in his hair, a gentle tugging sensation that makes him feel both objectified and cherished. It motivates him to lave his tongue over Dodgers cock in short, slow licks as his hand moves.

"You want me on my knees in front of your whole crew?" The thought is strange- this world isn't like the chronic horniness and unusual culture of the prison worlds. This is a real world, where being passed around like a pack of condoms is something shameful. "Anyone who fucks my mouth is getting their ass kicked at some point later."

Dodger lets out a low sigh, and his eyes close for a second before he forces himself to focus on the road. Fuck, they're going to end up crashing, but he doesn't care in the slightest.

"No, they're not." He tightens his grip a bit, less affectionate and more dominating but still not pushing him down. "If you meet anyone that works for me, you obey everything I say when they're around. And you say please and thank you for anyone that wants to use your mouth."

A pause, and a bit of mischief enters his voice.

"Your ass is mine, though."

The hand in his hair tightens, pulling harder until Garrett moans softly. His lips hum against the head of the thick cock in his hand, and he spares a glance up at his lover.

"I didn't mean right then." Another wet kiss before taking a moment to tongue the slit gently. "But, you know, I would like to have a real life here, and I'd like to be taken seriously. At least when my clothes are on." He takes the head into his mouth and suckles lightly for a few seconds before adding a final comment. "I promise I'd be a perfect slut in the moment."

Dodger shifts his weigh, his claws slowly sliding out when Garrett's tongue runs across the slit of his cock, and sends a shiver up his spine. He's surprised by how much self control it takes to keep the car straight while his lover is teasing him like this, making him itch horribly to buck into his mouth.

"We'll see about you being taken seriously." He mumbles, his voice getting huskier as Garrett starts suckling him properly. "My image is important to me. How you act reflects back on me, and I want you under control whenever you're around my people. Clothes or not. Understand?"

He'll be gentle otherwise, but if Garrett tries to argue he's getting pushed down further onto Dodger's cock.

Garrett hums lightly to indicate that he's listening, absolutely relishing the low, lusty tones of Dodger's voice as it pitches down and gets thicker the longer Garrett sucks. Everything the other man is saying makes sense- of course his image is important, they both knew that, and as Dodger's boyfriend (and guest in this world, essentially), it makes sense that Garrett's behavior would reflect on him. There's nothing really to argue with- and the idea of being under Dodger's control sends a shiver down his spine that he can't easily ignore.

It's hot enough to make him want to push just a little. In fact, he tries to pull up to say something sassy, but Dodger forces him down so hard that Dodger's cock jams itself down his throat. Garrett chokes on his cock violently, hand squeezing the man's knee hard enough to bruise as his throat flutters and seizes around the hard length violating it. At first he struggles on instinct, but after a few thoughtless seconds he starts to remember sense, and slowly forces the pitches of his body to calm, to settle the racing of his heart, to try and keep himself still so all that's left is his hand on Dodger's knee while he chokes softly on cock.

The feeling of Garrett's throat fluttering around his cock is intoxicating. The car speeds up suddenly and then slows back down, as he struggles to keep control of it and himself. The hand on his knee adds just enough pain that he lets out a quiet moan, low and growling. His fingers flex in Garrett's hair, as he slowly pulls his head up and then pushes him back down.

"There's a dead end road up ahead. Think that's gonna be private enough?"

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