Part 16: Awake?
Damen's POV
I woke up with a groan, feeling like I'd been hit by a train. The painkillers had worn off, and it felt like my arm was about to fall out of the socket. I opened my eyes as a muffled snore floated to my ears. Looking over, Darren was soundly asleep in a chair by my bed, Daniel sprawled across my floor. Watching Daz, he slowly slumped further, his neck slipping into an uncomfortable position, driving him to wake up. His drowsy sapphires shown over me, ghosting lightly before shutting again as he fell into a deep yawn. I grinned lazily at him, stretching out as much as I could.
"Mornin' Damen..."
He scratched at the top of his head, making a smacking noise with his mouth as his tongue lolled out to wet his lips.
"Darren, I need my pills..."
He nodded, getting up slowly, stretching his cramped limbs. I had felt them by me for most of the night, switching places every hour or so, so I knew that they were there.
As he made his way out, he stumbled over Daniel's feet, catching himself on the doorway. Daniel tucked his feet closer to him in defense, Darren shaking his head as he disappeared. Watching Danny sleep was interesting too, his head buried in his pillow, a blanket loosely clutched around his waist. He was the one who had been snoring.
"Brought you some of the good stuff to wash it down with..."
Darren held up a bottle of water as he handed me the pills.
"You buy your water?"
"I don't like the tap for straight drinking, so we spend a little and get the decent stuff."
I swallowed the pills as he opened the bottle, handing it to me before turning back to Dan. He nudged the snoozing form with his foot, smiling when a groan was issued and Dan struggled to hang on to sleep.
"Come on...Up you come, Jonesy. You can sleep in your own bed..."
After a few minutes of coaxing, I was alone in my room, drifting back into a drug induced sleep.
*I placed my hands against his hips, stopping him from bucking up as I slowly licked at him, tasting him. He whimpered quietly, trying not to show his need, but failing as I removed my mouth.
"You are much too vocal for any good use..."
"I'm sorry...I...I need this...Please...Damen?...."*
"...Damen? Damen?!"
I opened an eye slightly.
"'Ey what?"
Daniel was leaning against the doorframe, dressed in what I assumed to be his workout sweats.
"I came to get you up, but from the looks of things, I'm thinking I should have let you finish your dream..."
A sudden pang from my crotch finally brought me around. I had kicked off the covers, leaving my now tented boxers for all the world to see. Even having Daniel staring at me didn't phase me, in fact it made me even harder.
"Well, I figure you would've liked it...I was going down on you..."
His eyes widened a little before he smiled.
"Take care of your business, math work just arrived, five lessons worth. Hope you understand it better than I do..."
Leaving me to the task at hand, I finished it quick, cumming in my boxers in an effort to not wash my sheets again that week. Shedding them, I grabbed another pair and wandered into the bathroom, stopping to stick out my tongue at Darren who had let out a chuckle.
Unwrapping my shoulder was harder than I first imagined, finally calling for some help. Darren came in, carefully pulling the bandage away from my back. I felt him recoil, and I could only guess what it looked like. The area around the exit wound was bruised, inflamed around the stitches, and incredibly sore.
"Darren, it's okay, really...I'll have Dan come help me if you don't think that you can..."
"No...I just...well, wasn't expecting it...There's a lot of stitches back here..."
"Alright...all you need to do is put some of this gel on it, then we'll get It wrapped back up."
Part 17: A Deliberation
Daniel's POV
"Nine to the thirteenth power, divided by the square of x to the seventh..."
"Damn mate...I can't do this..."
I tapped my pencil on the table, groaning. I hated math, and Damen was a year ahead of me. He sighed deeply, filling in the equation for his next question.
"Danny, you can do this...You've got the easy assignment...here..."
He moved closer to me, writing out an example and showing me how to work it out.
"There...You carry your exponent over, then multiply through here."
I watched his hands more intently than what he was doing, not paying attention when he stopped, glancing at me.
"Daniel...Yo, Earth to Jonesy?"
"Huh?"
"Paying attention?"
"Nope...only to you..."
He wrinkled his nose as he slid back to his own work.
"Ahhh, don't feel like that..."
"Dan, you aren't going to get anything unless you do your work."
"We've got until Monday...Can't it wait?"
"No...You asked me to come work...Besides, get it all done now, and we'll have plenty of time later."
He emphasized the point with his pencil, poking it into my chest. Settling back to his book, he promptly ignored me, choosing to concentrate on his work rather than me. Slightly put out, I turned back to his example problem, working it over until I had it understandable. I began diligently working, finishing one lesson before Damen started tapping on the table again.
"Hey Dan...Where is Darren?"
"Ahhhh...."
I didn't know...I hadn't heard him leave, but I hadn't seen him around either.
"Alright, you keep working and I'll go check the lobby...He might be watching the telly."
I went back to the book as he walked out the door and down into the lobby area. He came back a few minutes later, good arm loaded with bags.
"That sod went shopping."
Damen grumbled as he set them on the counter, Darren coming in and following suit.
"We were running low on supplies. Anyway, found this great place downtown that we might have to take a look at...It is club night..."
He sat in my lap, wrapping his arms around my neck. Damen sighed loudly, clearing his throat.
"Sorry love-birds, but Mr. Jones has work to finish, and we've been told not to go out..."
Darren pouted, sticking his bottom lip out as far as it would go, I nipped at it playfully, pulling him closer to me.
"Don't mope...Damen needs to go too, but we're bogged with math. Plus, I'm sure another day or so wouldn't hurt to leave that shoulder alone. Maybe tomorrow night?"
Darren's face lit up, both of us glancing at Damen with pleading eyes. He flopped an arm to his side.
"Fine...whatever...I don't care... Fine and dandy if I get fired and expelled for club hopping..."
Darren grinned in delight, shifting around on my lap.
"Don't worry Damen...It's a 'special interest' club, and I doubt you'll be recognized..."
"'Special interest'? What kind of place you hauling me to?"
"One that will teach your next lesson...Right Danny?"
His eyes danced back to me, trying to convince me.
"What lesson Dazza? What are you planning?"
"Well, having sex with your roommates is exciting, but it's time to broaden the horizons I think. Time for Damen to learn how to handle the dating scene, or just rather the club fling."
"Casual sex with a clubber?"
"Yes Damen...That's the kind of place it is. We'll have to go shopping too, get you some non-police looking gear tomorrow."
I rolled my eyes.
"Oh God, anything but clothes shopping..."
Part 18: The New Damen
Darren's POV
"Leather, the whole thing...No, wait...Silk shirt."
"Accessories too, sir?"
"Armbands, and something else for later if you see fit. He's got to be an eye grabber, show stopper."
"Very well, we will be glad to assist."
He hurried away, picking clothing he felt fit what I had described. Damen stood behind a curtain, waiting patiently for the first set of clothing to come at him. Daniel was wandering aimlessly throughout the store, thumbing through the racks and humming to himself. He really hated shopping, clothing shopping even worse, but somehow I knew he realized what would happen to our dear Damen.
Watching the curtain, article after article came back out, not pleasing him with their styles. There was a momentary pause, the sound of a satisfied chuckle prevailing him as he came out, spinning in front of me. The cloth snuggly clung to his form, from the navy blue silk shirt and leather vest to the skin tight leather trousers. The studded armbands caught the light as they were fastened around his wrists.
Smoothing his shirt, he flashed me a seductive smile that made my blood boil, almost begging to be taken. It simply fit him, and I knew that he would have no trouble picking up someone nice in the club.
"Your bag, sir...I will charge the account."
"Thank you."
I took the bag, and extra addition for later, and gathered Dan to go.
"Are you rich or something?"
Damen was looking over the bill as we walked by the small street shops.
"Rich? No...but extremely well off. My folks are trying to make up for a childhood of ignorance. They weren't around a lot, so now they make sure I have a steady cash flow."
He made a facial expression of acknowledgement, shrugging it off. I had a feeling that he had never really seen money like I had, nor dealt with anyone who would bother spending any on him. He had worked hard for everything he had, making him the most efficient person I had ever met.
One thing I was jealous of was his transportation. I had a nice car, it's what the parents provided, but he had the object of every college kid's dream, a stroke speeder. This wasn't just any bike, this was *the* bike, the one that the cops leered at, and the street draggers envied. The last couple who had taken him in owned a nice wreck yard and body shop. And instead of working in the shop for pay, he made a deal so he could keep any good bits he found, and to start building his own bike. Two years, a nice detail job, and a graduation later, he reved it up and let it run for the first time. Expect an artist to design the perfect bike, low to the ground, fluid curves and vibrant colors. When actually driving it, you stretched out almost flat across the back, laying down to cut the airflow. Ultimately, the best set of wheels on campus, possibly in town.
Damen brushed a caring hand across the seat, the paint glittering as he slid his helmet on. He looked like a racer, full set, gloves and all.
"Where to Daz?"
"Just cruise for a while if you want. Dan and I have a bit more shopping to do before we head back. Shoulder still hanging on?"
"Yeah...I'm going to grab something for a late lunch, then I'll head back for the dorm."
He swung a leg over the seat, gunning the engine, speeding off down the street.
Part 19: The Pick-Up
Damen's POV
"Beat me with my own ambition
For perfection
Blistered fingers
Broken voices for you
I don't have the time to tell you
What I'm feeling
Just let the chords explode inside of you..."
I let the last chord linger, killing the silence. They still weren't back yet, and some little bit of my mind nagged at me, wondering what they were up to, the rest pushing that thought away. It was none of my business what they did without me, and I shouldn't be concerned with what went on behind closed doors. I had regretted what I had told Darren, snapped at him that night, and I supposed I had only succeeded in pushing him mentally away. This hastily planned club trip sealed it for me, I felt like he was trying to get rid of me, push me off on some club whore and see if I come back.
"Damn you...Stupid idiot...Why should they want you? You came into this...Serves you right if you fall flat..."
I started pounding on my keyboard again, not playing anything in particular, just angry notes. I didn't stop even when the front door shut, announcing their final return. Dan strolled straight into my room, shutting the door suddenly. I stayed static as he came up behind me, dropping a bag in my lap.
"Take a pack tonight. Use them if you're luck enough."
"I'm not going, Dan. I can't do that to myself. I watch you and Darren, the looks, the actions, and I feel like I don't belong here. Two is a relationship, three is a wishful thought."
"Snap out of it. So what, if we hated you, you wouldn't be here. Tonight is for fun. If you score, cheers to you. Whatever you do, just ignore Darren's diva fits. With any luck, he'll find someone else to play head games with tonight so I don't have to deal with the Energizer Bunny."
I started weeding through the bag, snickering at some of the contents.
"Flavored condoms, Dan?"
He shrugged, dropping his gaze and blushing.
"Pleasurable in more ways than one..."
I started laughing, more 'toys' further in, but stopped when he cleared his throat.
"Watch yourself tonight. From what Darren said, you could possibly get yourself into some deep stuff. I don't know if BDSM is your thing, so just keep your eyes open."
There was a quiet wrap on the door, Darren's head appearing.
"Let's get ready...Almost show time."
**
I dropped the visor on my helmet, pulling my coat tighter around me. I had left the vest in the dorm, Darren throwing out his suggestions about my choice in clothing.
I followed the car, refusing to ride with them when I was able to show off a bit.
Walking up to the bouncer, he eyed me carefully, scanning me over.
"You on the list?"
"Not at the moment...But you're going to let us in anyway."
"And how do you figure that one?"
"Brisbane Police Department...My friends and I are just looking for some fun...And arresting you wouldn't be fun to me."
I flashed my badge, letting him think it over.
"Alright, you can go in. No busts right?"
"I promise...Just looking for a good time."
We entered the coat room, checking in my helmet and shedding a layer of leather. Darren dug around in his pocket, stepping in front of me to put it around my neck. Unbuttoning the top of my shirt, he made sure that the studded collar was easy to see.
"Give it fifteen minutes...Hell, be a wallflower...Somebody's bound to pick you up..."
We all stepped through the double doors, into the pulsing atmosphere. Darren and Dan split up instantly, Daz heading for the dance floor, Dan straight to the bar. I took up a tilted stance against a side wall, scanning the crowd. My eyes were met by many, silent pick-up lines being cast at me, but I wanted someone who would come to me. I let my head fall back against the wall, closing my eyes against the smoke and flash. Suddenly there was a breath against my ear.
"You waitin' f'someone 'pecial?"
The lilting accent melted me, as did the man who owned it. He was taller than me by a good six inches, bleached spikes made him seem even taller.
"Not really, but I think I've been found."
He smiled, lit up his entire face.
"You ever been t' a club like this b'fore?"
"No, first time...Looking for an education."
That smile grew bigger as he moved in front of me. Leaning closer, our lips met, his tongue gaining quick entrance. I sighed into his mouth as he felt me up, rubbing my cock through the leather.
"Mmmm...nice...Think I could b'your teacher? I'm sure you'd b' a wonderful student..."
I could only nod as he continued to stroke me up.
"Follow me, and don't be scared. You'll remember tonight."
He kept his hand in close contact as he lead me through the mass of people, down a hallway and into a private room. Locking the door, I glanced around, taking in the many objects that filled the space.
"Come an' sit 'ere."
I did as I was told, being rewarded with a blindfold being tied around my head. His hands fell to the top of my pants, pulling my shirt free, pushing it up and out of the way. Unbuttoning the rest of my shirt, he pulled it off of my shoulders, dropping it to the ground. He sighed deeply as he ran his fingers over the bandages on my shoulder.
"You hurt bad?"
"Still sore...gunshot..."
"Don' worry...I'm not looking to hurt you anymore..."
Reaching for my belt, he went to remove it, but stopped suddenly as he pulled my badge-clip free.
"You were the one in the paper...You gonna click me for this, Mr. Officer?"
"Campus security...I'm just a student..."
"In oh so many ways...Name?"
"Damen, yours?"
I heard him chuckle, his hands diving for my leathers. Flicking the button open and the fly down, he wrapped his fingers around me.
"Nice to meet you, Damen...Name's Ben..."
Part 20: Surprise...
Damen's POV
I took a sharp breath, moaning as he caressed a thumb over my slit.
"So, how prepared were you for tonight?"
Fighting to clear my head, I thought quickly.
"Left pocket..."
His free hand wandered over, feeling the rubbers through the leather.
"Don't worry, you'll be protected tonight...Time for you to work for your pleasure though...Do what you're told, no protests or complaints, and you'll be rewarded. I've got a rough side to watch out for..."
I whimpered as his hand left me, pulling gently at my belt.
"You're my slave tonight, Damen...I'm sure I'll enjoy my time with you..."
He helped me off the chair and down to my knees.
"Lets see how much you already know...Get me hard, no hands."
Smiling inwardly, I clasped my hands behind my back, pressing my nose and mouth against his crotch, taking in his heady scent as I nuzzled him. He moaned pushing towards me as I flicked my tongue out at his zipper, grasping the tab between teeth. His hand caressed my cheek and jawline, the other opening the button of his pants for me. He took a hold of my hair as I buried my nose into the hair at his base, my lips softly kissing the hardening shaft.
His grip tightened as I used my tongue to trace a path down to the head and took it into my mouth. Pressing my lips around the ridge behind it, I tilted and moved to create friction on him, bringing him up quickly. He groaned loudly, pulling me closer, ramming himself further down my throat.
"Oh God...Don't stop..."
Sucking harder as his hips forced against my mouth, I felt him begin to tense, shuddering into me. I kept my ears tuned, listening as the passion took him over. His head fell back as he continued to mutter under his breath. Bucking once more, he came hard down my throat, yelling my name.
He slumped against me, his fingers playing in my hair as he began to come down.
"Are...are you sure ya' need a...teacher?"
I couldn't hold back a smile at his quiet drawl, almost a whisper in my ear.
"The slave does as you say..."
He chuckled, dropping to his knees, caressing the side of my face, his amber eyes burning into mine. His lips slightly brushed mine, a hand drifting back to hold the gentle throb that was insistently making itself known.
"Think i's about time to take care of this?"
I closed my eyes, breathing deeply as I rested my head in the crook of his neck.
"You're the master...It's all for you..."
His hand suddenly grew harder against me, slowly starting to rub through the leather. I moaned as he began to whisper in my ear.
"A good slave deserves somethin' for 'is troubles...And a very good slave you are."
Moving his hands to push my leathers away, he paused, turning to me again.
"Is the slave willin' to go further than before? Make use of what you brought with you?"
My breath caught in my throat, and I swallowed hard. Two things came into my mind, shouting at me, a war between logic and lust. 'Too early, too early!' I pushed the thought away, telling myself that that was the reason I had gone.
"The slave is willing for anything the master wants."
Ben smiled against me, letting my pants sink to my knees as he took me in his hands. He nudged me to lie back, sitting between my legs as he pulled my shoes and pants the rest of the way off before moving back over me. Discarding the rest of his clothing, he smiled again, he lips meeting mine. Parting them slightly, he slipped his tongue inside, stroking longingly against mine. Closing my eyes, I fell into the feeling, his weight a pleasant pressure on me. He shifted slightly, brushing against my erection, forcing a sigh from my lungs.
"Keep breathing, Damen."
Just as he said it, a questioning finger rubbed gently around my opening before slipping inside. I bucked up at first, thrusting against his stomach as he struggled to hold me down. Adding another finger, I pushed back on them, forcing them deeper. I whimpered when he pulled back, reaching for my pants. He held the packet out to me, his eyes starting to dialate.
"Time for the slave to prepare his master..."
He sat up, allowing me to do the same. Rolling the condom over him, I felt him shiver, letting a soft moan escape his lips. Lubing him quickly, I laid back again, resting on my elbows.
"The slave is ready for you."
By that time, I think I would have been laughing if I didn't feel so intense about it. He kissed me again, deep and searching as he positioned himself, the head resting at my opening. Sliding in, I gritted my teeth against the stab of pain that nipped at my insides. Filling me, he stopped his movements to let me get used to his size.
"Are you alright?"
His eyes gazed back at me worriedly.
"Just...just go slow..."
He nodded slowly, watching my expression change.
"I told you I wouldn't hurt you...I don't lie, not even to people I don't know."
He tilted his hips back, pulling out a few inches before sliding back in again. Again, the pain was there, but less as pleasure started to seep in. Ben grunted and smiled as he slid deeper.
"You...look like you've never done this before..."
"Only once...a couple days ago..."
He nodded, digging his head into my neck, continuing his slow pace. It was my turn to moan as he began to kiss and nibble against my neck, gently increasing his pressure against me.
"Oh my God..."
"Feel it?"
"Hell yes..."
Pushing himself further every time, he went past anything I had felt before. My cock thrust up against his stomach, making it pulse harder. I moved one hand to it, slicking the length with the precum that was gathering. I groaned loudly, shutting my eyes tightly as he shifted to put a hand on mine, tightening the grip. Pumping harder, he stepped up his pace, ramming into me harder and faster as I fought to keep control of my spasming.
"Let go Damen...I want to feel you on me..."
He nipped at my heated skin, moving his hand from my cock down to my balls. A few gentle tugs, and I unloaded, spilling the essence over his stomach and chest. I cried out, clinching down on him from inside as I struggled to ride it out. Grunting in my ear, he thrust twice more before his body tensed and collapsed on top of mine. Shuddering, he kissed my chest before resting his head on it, letting us both come down.
"Damen, can we go home ?"
"I live in a dorm..."
"I know that...So do I."
I stopped, watching him snuggle closer.
"You live in a dorm?"
"Your dorm..."
"My dorm?"
"A floor above you..."
"College student?"
"Music major..."
"Class tomorrow?"
