You are NOT my father [Locked to [livejournal.com profile] adm_chris_pike]

Jul. 17th, 2010 09:05 pm
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He'd managed to lose his older self, which in turn lost the Admiral. There was no way he was going to let those two ruin his fun. So he heads out and gets drunk off his ass and while drunk he ends up getting a nice lovely tattoo along the center of his back. It should've hurt, but it didn't. Though that was probably because he was drunk off his ass and wasn't really thinking straight. Not like he actually had a brand to say he was an owned man. Teen... whatever...

But after getting the tattoo, he just heads out with the intent to have a bit more fun.

Date: 2010-07-18 08:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] adm-chris-pike.livejournal.com
Pike kneels up and reaches over into the bedside table. He knows that tone in his boy's voice. He grabs the lube and liberally coats his cock before pushing back up against James, kissing him hard as he pushes slowly inside of him.

Date: 2010-07-18 08:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] iamnotmyfather.livejournal.com
Hell, he would've been fine without being prepared but he knows his master won't ever do that. He gives a moan when he's pressed into and kisses him back just as hard.

Date: 2010-07-18 08:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] adm-chris-pike.livejournal.com
Pikes hands slide up along James' arms, pushing them upwards as well and pinning the boy's hands above his head as he begins to thrust in and out of his lover hard and deep.

"James," he whispers softly against his boy's neck...

Date: 2010-07-18 09:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] iamnotmyfather.livejournal.com
Jim gives a low whimpered moan, arching up into those thrusts. "Please... He wanted to feel owned, wanted to be made love to hard enough that he could barely walk.

Date: 2010-07-18 09:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] adm-chris-pike.livejournal.com
Pike's movements grow harder and more focused. He's got his boy pinned down against the bed and nothing is going to make him let go anytime soon.

"You're mine, James," he growls out softly. "Always mine..."

Date: 2010-07-18 09:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] iamnotmyfather.livejournal.com
Jim gives a whimpered moan and arches up to meet those thrusts. Oh god, just what he needed.

"Always, sir."

Date: 2010-07-18 09:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] adm-chris-pike.livejournal.com
"You don't come without my permission, James. I do hope you remember that..."

Date: 2010-07-18 09:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] iamnotmyfather.livejournal.com
That gets a whimper out of Jim and he closes his eyes before opening them. "I remember, sir."

Date: 2010-07-18 09:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] adm-chris-pike.livejournal.com
"Good boy," Pike growls out, slamming into him harder and faster now than before.

Date: 2010-07-18 09:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] iamnotmyfather.livejournal.com
Jim gives a whimpered moan, squirming and arching more.

Date: 2010-07-18 09:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] adm-chris-pike.livejournal.com
Pike is nearing the edge and he bites down against the side of Jim's neck.

"Come for me, boy," he growls out as his own orgasm hits and he spills hot and deep inside his lover.

Date: 2010-07-18 09:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] iamnotmyfather.livejournal.com
Jim cries out, a mix of pain and pleasure as he comes hard crying out his master's name.

Date: 2010-07-18 09:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] adm-chris-pike.livejournal.com
Pike rides out his boy's pleasure with his own and finally stops moving, groaning softly as he drops down onto his side, pulling James against him and holding him tightly.

"That was... yeah... too fucking long since we last did that..."

Date: 2010-07-18 09:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] iamnotmyfather.livejournal.com
He presses himself against his master and gives a soft groan of pleasure.

"Mmm... it has been too fucking long."

Date: 2010-07-18 09:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] adm-chris-pike.livejournal.com
"You realize, having the boy here with us is going to make things ... interesting. It's part of why I sent him off this morning. I wanted some time alone with you and I'm not going to get into a sexual relationship with him..."

Date: 2010-07-18 09:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] iamnotmyfather.livejournal.com
"What if he wants it?" He asks watching him.

Date: 2010-07-18 10:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] adm-chris-pike.livejournal.com
"Okay, first off, James, I don't think he wants that from me. Secondly? He's not the legal age of consent and I am not putting myself or him at risk because of that. And third... what the hell, James? Why would you even suggest that?"

Date: 2010-07-18 10:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] iamnotmyfather.livejournal.com
"One, you don't know that. Two, he may not be of legal age consent but if you're going to take him on as yours permanently, that won't matter. And thirdly maybe because I don't want him feeling like some damn third wheel. Like he's a hassle or something. As if he's just being taken care of because he's here and not because we give a damn."

Date: 2010-07-18 10:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] adm-chris-pike.livejournal.com
Pike shook his head and slid out of bed, pulling on the pants he had on previously as he paced the room.

"I do not get you sometimes," he growled out angrily. "You remember my having to sleep with some people we were in a treaty with in order to keep you safe? You were pissed at me for that for weeks, James. And now... now you're just fine and dandy with me sleeping with a kid... why, James? Because he's you? Is that it? He is not some toy and I sure as fuck am not going to treat him like one. You two... I swear you two are going to be the fucking death of me! I want you both safe. Yes, I'm going to be his Owner but why does that have to mean fucking him, James? Let him make his own decisions on who he loves enough to sleep with; don't force him into it with me."

Date: 2010-07-18 10:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] iamnotmyfather.livejournal.com
That anger brings tears to Jim's eyes and he shakes his head. "I'm not forcing a damn thing onto him. Not forcing him into anything. All I did was ask 'What IF' he wanted it. I didn't say that he would. Hell, I didn't say you would, I just asked what if, nothing else."

Date: 2010-07-18 10:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] adm-chris-pike.livejournal.com
Pike slowly reigns himself in and drops down into a nearby chair, dropping his head into his hands.

"I don't know if I'm making the right decision here," he whispers finally. "I'm not making it with my head... I'm doing all this on emotion... and that's not what a Master does... at least not one that's a fucking Admiral for the Empire..." He slowly shook his head, trying to force the tears back. "I'm seriously thinking about retirement, James," he forces out softly.

Date: 2010-07-18 10:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] iamnotmyfather.livejournal.com
"You're making the right decision and you can't retire. And some maters do their decision making on emotion."

Date: 2010-07-18 10:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] adm-chris-pike.livejournal.com
Pike leans back in his chair, dropping an arm over his eyes, not sure what more to say at the moment. He's fucking exhausted. He hasn't slept more than a handful of hours over the past week and he's not about to go see McCoy for help either.

Date: 2010-07-18 10:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] iamnotmyfather.livejournal.com
"Come here, sir." He says softly. "If you want, I can have Bones keep an eye on James for a while that way it's just us and you can get some sleep."

Date: 2010-07-18 10:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] adm-chris-pike.livejournal.com
Pike doesn't even argue, proving just how worn out and close to the edge he is in that moment as he drops down onto the bed and is almost instantly asleep.

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