Price We Pay

Chapter Five

Will poured two glasses of wine and handed one to the younger man who looked just as nervous as Will was. His hands were dry and it bothered him. He used some of the hand lotion he had sitting next to the kitchen sink and rubbed it into his hands, letting the scent of peppermint sink into his skin and soothe him. Andy didn't say anything, just sipped his wine and bounced his leg.
"Relax," Will murmured.
Andy chuckled, "Easy for you to say."
"Actually, it's not. Breathe with me, Andrew. Inhale for one...two...three, good. Exhale...one...two...three...four. Good, do that a few more times with me." As they stood in the kitchen, breathing, both men started to  relax and Will poured both of them another glass.
The silence was welcomed as both readied their minds and bodies for what was about to happen. Andy let his feelings bubble up for him and as he practised his deep breathing, they washed away.
"Just like going on stage," he thought to himself.
When he felt ready, he opened his eyes to see Will watching him.
"Ready?"
Andy nodded, "As I'll ever be."
Will motioned for him to follow as he went to the master bedroom. He shut the door with a quiet click and turned to the taller man who had an apprehensive look on his face.
"Now," his voice broke the fragile silence, "I'm going to start off nice and easy. The first thing are safe words. Green means that everything is okay and you are letting me continue. Yellow means that you are hesitant and are unsure if you want me to continue. Red means you want me to stop because you are uncomfortable with what we are doing."
Andy nodded, "Green, yellow, red, got it."
Will stepped closer to him, "I will never punish you for using a safe word. They are as important to me as they are to you. My number one priority is that you feel safe and you aren't in any mental duress. Do you understand?"
"I understand."
Will nodded, "Good, the next thing is, when we are in scene, I want you to call me Sir. As much as I think hearing 'Master' from you would be amazing, I want to stick to Sir for now. Tonight, I want to teach you positions and see how comfortable you are with bondage and a few other things, do you have any questions? Are you okay with this?"
Andy licked his lips and shook his head, "No, s-sir."
Will smiled, all teeth and predatory looking, "Good. Take off your clothes and kneel on the rug with your legs apart, hands on your thighs and head down."
He went into his closet and opened up his back wardrobe as Andy followed his instructions. Just thinking about what awaited him in his bedroom made his cock hard, but, he reminded himself to go slow and take his time. The last thing he wanted to do was scare the poor boy. He grabbed what he needed and walked back into the room to see Andy exactly how he wanted.
And damn, did that look hot.
"Good boy," he praised. "This is something I expect you to do as soon as you walk into this room."
"Yes, sir," Andy replied, slightly embarrassed by the fact that he was half hard and very much enjoying this.
Will tapped his thigh, "Up, and lie stomach down on the bed."
Andy moved with the fluidity that no one else could possess and Will swallowed hard, wanting another glass of wine to calm his suddenly raging body. Maybe something harder, like a nice scotch.
"Focus, Will," he chastised himself. He grabbed his leather handcuffs off his side table and moved closer to the bed, taking Andy's right wrist. "Colour?" He asked him.
"Green, sir," Andy replied, his voice strained and heavy.
He cuffed his wrists to the attachments on the headboard and picked up the blindfold. Once he was happy with it, he picked up the flogger. "I am going to flog your back and bottom. What is your safe word and colour?"
"Green, sir, and my safe word is red," Andy replied in between long intakes of air.
Will nodded once to himself and raised his arm over his head. The resounding thwack! of leather against skin and the short gasp that came from Andy's lips made him groan and press the heel of his hand against his crotch for a minute.
It hurt, but surprisingly, it was a good pain. The second once came just as suddenly as the first and Andy couldn't help but moan in pain and what he would call pleasure. He couldn't see Will, but he could hear the other man's laboured breathing and knew he was just as turned on as he was. With each hit, a fog settled over his brain and each hit felt so good and hurt so bad.
"Colour?" Will asked him, voice breaking through the cloud in Andy's mind. Making him focus.
"Green, sir. Oh, God," he breathed.
Will chuckled, "Oh, Andy, I am far from a God. I am right hand man to Satan himself."
Andy moaned and rutted his hips against the bedspread, getting pre-come everywhere. He jumped when cool hands touched the hot skin of his back and massaged it.
"You did very well, Andrew, I'm very proud of you."
"Thank you, sir," he murmured.
Will flipped him over, making his shoulders hurt from the stretch. He felt a warm mouth over his cock and he moaned so whorishly that his face turned red in embarrassment. Will's tongue licked under his head and the suction pressure combined with it made Andy come so hard and so fast, he felt pathetic.
Soft lips kissed his and he tasted his salty come against Will's tongue as he licked Andy's teeth. "You did very well, Andrew. Don't be embarrassed." Will flipped him back over and removed the cuffs, massaging Andy's wrists to get the blood flowing while taking off the blindfold. "How do you feel?"
"Good...really good," Andy replied with a surprised laugh.
"Good. I like to take time at the end of a scene to get your thoughts and see how you felt, that wasn't too much, was it?" Will asked him as he wrapped his arms around Andy.
"God, no...it was good. I could handle it."
"You will be a little sore tomorrow, but it will be as if you had just stretched muscles you weren't used to stretching. Bruising will be minimal, but I don't know for sure as I don't know how well your body handles bruising."
"Okay."
"What did you tell Juliet?"
"That I'll be out late and if need be, I'll crash on one of the guy's couches if I'm too tired to drive home."
"Stay with me, Andy, please."
"Of course," he muttered.
Will let him go and moved off the bed to strip down to nothing while Andy stared at him. Staring at the ink that was revealed behind the clothing and the scars.
"Not all of us come from fairytale lives, Andrew."
"Who said my story was a fairy tale?"
"Compared to what I went through, it was a children's story."
"What did you mean when you said it wasn't easy for you?"
Will climbed under the covers and put his head on his crossed arms behind him, "I mean, I get just as nervous, I have had years of experience, but it's still hard to get out of my own head and make sure that I'm doing everything right. Everyone is different, what turns you off might've had my last submissive coming in seconds. Especially with someone new and someone whom I regard as a dear friend. The last thing I want to do is scare you off."
Andy opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but nodded instead. Will smiled at him and he smiled back a little. Will turned off the light and the only sound in the room was both men settling into bed and then the deep breathing of sleep. The last thing Will thought was whether he could stop himself from falling too hard for Andy.

The next day, the bruising on Andy's back was minimal and he said that it only felt like he had been working out too much and pulled a muscle. No body at the studio noticed that Andy was wearing the same clothes as yesterday, and if they had noticed, they didn't say anything. Andy had put the finishing touches on his Never Take It Off jewellery and emailed it to them. He was currently staring at a blank notebook in frustration.
He picked up his pen and scrawled one word across the top.
Exordium.
He bit his lip and tried again.
"The kingdom of God,
Is inside you and all around you,
Not in a mansion of wood and stone,
Split a piece of wood and God is there,
Lift a stone and you will find God."
He flipped to a new page and tried again.
"That God does not exist, I cannot deny. That my whole being cries out for a God, I cannot forget."
Ashley walked in and read over his shoulder before poking the page with his finger, "Abeyance."
Andy looked at him in confusion and Ashley grinned, "It means a state of temporary disuse or suspension." He shrugged, "I never said I wasn't smart. Just said I wasn't stupid."
"Never doubted you, man."
Jake walked in with John and Jinxx. "Andy, so, last night I was on the phone with Christopher John Cheney and he played a riff for me because we were discussing our album and it sounded really good, so, I asked him if I could use it with his permission."
"Did he say yes?"
"Yeah, and he said that if we use it, we had to call the song 'Days Are Numbered'."
Andy frowned, "Did he give a reason?"
Jake shrugged, "He said it would sound good in the album, just give it a listen."
Andy nodded, "Yeah, alright."