Moon, Tell Me If I Could, Send Up A Song To You?

Scary

"You can't hide from me forever."
Clay held his breath, hiding forever wasn't really the goal, he just hadn't thought of what to do from here. Sneakers clicked carefully past the counter he had squeezed himself into. He wanted to tell himself playing hide an seek with a blind guy would be easy! Fucker can't see!
"I can hear your heartbeat.~" He teased, but they kept walking past.
Odviously that's a lie, but Clay heard it pound in his ears. When Junos footsteps were out of earshot he slowly opened the cupboard. He winced when it creaked, so left it open as he stood.
"Where else Is there to hide?" He thought to himself glancing around the house. He crept as quietly as he possibly could along the wooden floor. Every little noise sounding massively amplified.
"Maybe hiding in plain sight would be better?" He considered. "Less likely to feel around..."
It was too late to stand around considering and Juno made his way into the living room where Clay stood. Juno ran their hand along the table against the wall.
"Are you in here darling?"
Clay nearly awnsered biting his lip to shut himself up. He could've swore Juno looked right at him. It sent a shiver through his already slightly shaking form. Juno contuined forward, tracing the wall of the room until he was out of Clays sight. Who stood too petrified to turn around.
A moment of calm overtook him when the footsteps seemed to move out of the room. He breathed a sigh of relief.
Click
Cold, hard metal pressed into the side of his skull.
"You're whole act was sloppy. Don't tell me you're that stupid? Are you?"
Clay didn't say a word.
"I asked you a question." The gun jerking Clay's head to the side.
"No.."
"No, what?"
"No, I-Im not stupid..."
"Sure. You know," Juno used his other hand to hold Clay's shoulder. Pulling his body closer, pressing the gun firmer to his head. "I don't think I could miss from here."
"You'd manage."
"SHUT up." Juno snarled. "Get on your knees." It was less of a command and more of an announcement. Because from the leverage they had to force Clay into the position. Clay yelped as his knees hit the ground.
...
"Sorry did that hurt?"
Clay stiffled a laugh.
"How thoughtful of you... Mr. Intruder..."
"Fuck! Ughh.. again? Bloody hell fucking-" Juno cursed on and on.
"Aw sweetie it's okay, you were doing really good!"
"I was worried... I dunno."
"You are finnnne Juno." Clay patted his thigh, moving to sit more comfortably on the floor between their feet.
"You did manage to piss me off a little..."
"You're easy to piss off."
Juno scowled down at him.
"See?" Clay grinned back.
Juno tossed the gun onto the couch and sat down. He grabbed Clay's head and ruffled the shit out of his hair, to much protest. Clay yowled and protested trying to wriggle away to no avail. Juno eventually satisfied with having been kicked at enough released him.
"That was mean!"
"I thought you said me being mean was hot?" They countered "only when you're getting off on it?"
Clay huffed and tried to hide his embarassment, smoothing his hair.
"Shut uppp!" He pleaded
"I give the orders, Starlight."
"Well you're not very good at it."
Juno lip twitched. "If you're trying to rile me up, this will work but it will also hurt."
"You couldn't hurt a fly."
"Where did I throw that gun... ah, there we go."
Clay laughed. "Ya know it's not as scary when I already know it's unloaded and there's no build up..."
"Did I tell you it's unloaded?" Juno pulled out the mag, inspected it, and pushed it back into the gun. "I lied."
Clay didn't laugh this time. He's bluffing, he's gotta be! They wouldn't... okay maybe they've tried to kill a guy but...
The return of the gun to his forhead made him suck his breath in. Juno tapped his foot agasint Clay's ankle.
"Back onto your knees."
Clay pulled his legs back in so he sat up on his knees. Juno gestured with the gun.
"You said you're not stupid, you should know what to do then."
He moved to untie the blindfold around his eyes. They dropped it on the couch beside them. Juno was mostly blind, they could see light and dark, very vague forms. Honestly it was just more comfortably not wearing it all the time.
Clay had already unbuttoned their jeans and tossed thier belt on the floor.
"Can't even pretend you don't want it? How pathetic."
"Fuck you." Clay growled.
The gun returned to his temple.
"Apologize."
He kept his mouth shut. Juno felt down Clay's face, using his thumb to force it open. He whimpered but any further sounds were quickly quieted by the gun forcing his mouth open wider. This was not exactly in the script he had planned but Clay couldn't deny he enjoyed it as much as if not more than it scared him.
"Suck it, I know you're great at it.~"
Having a gun in your mouth is not comfortable, it pressed up against his tongue and left him drooling. Despite how janky it was he did as he was told even licking the barrel. The metal tasted like blood. Juno with some sense of caution forced the weapon further down Clay's throat before pulling it put of his mouth. He choked, coughing into Junos lap.
"Oh don't be such a baby. I know you're enjoying this."
"You brute..."
"I'm being very gentle! Do you know how badly I could you?"
Clay didn't say anything but Juno patted his cheek.
"Come on, we are going to the bedroom."
"What a gentleman you are." Clay hissed, getting up to follow him.
"Couches are hard to clean."