Harlequin Boys - The Second Smut Scene

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"What are ya gonna do to me?" I asked, not really expecting to get a proper answer. "Ya gonna touch me? You have to."

"What makes you think that?" Gerard replied, his voice a good distance from me. I heard him moving a few things around, probably lights or camera equipment. I couldn't see because he had already blindfolded me with one of his ties, but honestly I wasn't that curious about the technical stuff.

"You handcuffed my wrists to the headboard. Means I can't touch myself this time." I tried not to get my hopes up that he would, but the facts were against him.

Gerard hadn't participated much in helping to get me off, and I had mostly been fine with that. The most he touched me was to position me a certain way, spread my legs further, or stop my movements enough to get a certain shot. I wasn't that upset over it, honestly I wasn't, I was happy preforming for him. But there came a time after the third photo shoot (this would be the fourth) that I couldn't really contain my need for him any longer.

I never really asked him to touch me outside of the shoots, other than needy whines as I was about to come, so maybe I was partially at fault. Regardless, being handcuffed to a bed, face-up, and blindfolded didn't really give you any options in terms of reaching between your legs and touching yourself. That being said, I assumed he had to be participating today somehow.

"Doesn't mean I have to touch you though, Frankie." His voice was teasing and light and it put a smile on my face.

"I'd like it if you did." I stated, my tone sweet but with an edge of bitterness to it. Immediately, I felt his hand swat my bare thigh and I hissed at the sharp sting it brought.

"Don't talk back to me." His voice was much darker this time, but I was still feeling bratty so I didn't listen.

"I wasn't talking back to you." I countered childishly, expecting another swat on my thigh that never came. "What, you're not gonna hit me for that one?" I heard him sigh to my right, a sound of disappointment.

"You know, Frank, you were being really good up until then. I figured since you behaved so well for me over the past two weeks I'd reward you."

"By handcuffing me to the bed." It wasn't a question.

"You were right," He gave in. "I was going to touch you."

My heart fell at his words, regret filling me instantly. Was. Damn it! If I had just behaved for a few minutes longer I finally would've gotten to feel him somehow. I mentally chastised myself for having been so stupid. I could've held out for a bit longer if I had just known he would've given in, but no, he had to be stubborn and cynical.

"What were you gonna-"

"Nothing too big, too fast, Frank. Was just gonna jerk you off and let you ride my fingers, but you just had to act out, didn't you?" Gerard's voice traveled from my right side to the middle of the room. I nearly whined audibly at how fucking close I had gotten but I managed to bite my tongue.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to I just-"

"Too late now, Frankie." I felt the bed dip before his hands came up to rub the undersides of my thighs. He pushed my legs up and situated himself so that he was between and under them. He could've fucked me in this position if he weren't still wearing jeans.

"Gerard, oh my, God, Gerard." I could've cried right then, just bawled my eyes out. I had already been fully hard for an hour at this point and his teasing was getting the best of me. I needed to be touched so badly it hurt. My hands moved on their own accord to wrap around my length, but were stopped quickly by the handcuffs. "Gee, please, I need to come so bad."