A couple weeks ago, JL put a challenge on The Den. The challenge was "The Best Advice You've Gotten that was 4 words or less". Well Jess had a response in a ficlet titled Good Advice. Ken wanted to respond too and this is a continuation of that ficlet told through Ken's point of view.
Title: Good Advice
Characters: Ken/Jess
Implement: leather paddle
The quiet in the cab of the truck was peaceful and calm. Just like their dinner had been. Or as peaceful as dinner could be with Lane. Ken chuckled softly to himself. Bill had his hands full with Lane. The man never stopped chattering. And he couldn’t stay on one topic longer than it took a flea to jump from a rock to a dog. Typically Jess couldn’t be with Lane for more than an hour before he started growling. But tonight, they’d had coffee after dinner and talked for several hours.
Glancing over, Ken could clearly see Jess’s face in the bright light of the full moon. But not even the moonlight could soften the sharp angles and hollows of Jess’s face. Though he did see contentment on his boy’s face.
“It was a good night, yeah?” Ken said.
“Yeah. It was.”
“You getting used to Lane? Or did the pre-dinner drinks mellow you out?”
“The drinks. Definitely the drinks or maybe.....” Jess’s voice trailed off.
Ken looked sharply at Jess. “Or maybe what?”
“It’s stupid” Jess mumbled.
“Why don’t you let me be the judge of what is or isn’t stupid. Now, what were you going to say.” Ken commanded.
“There were some guys at the bar. They started talking about the best advice they’d gotten. I was just thinking...God, this is stupid. But the best advice I’d ever gotten was from you.”
“From me? What kind of advice have I given you?”
“I told you it was stupid!”
The angry tone in Jess’s voice had Ken pulling the truck onto the shoulder of the highway, he needed to concentrate on Jess, not the road. He put the truck in park. He turned to face his angry boy. “I told you, I would be the one to determine if it’s stupid or not. You’ve a choice. You can tell me now. Or we can discuss this with the paddle.”
Confusion consumed Ken when Jess started laughing. His laughter rang of true joy, no sarcasm or derision. “Seriously! What is so fucking funny?”
“The paddle. Get the paddle.” Jess gasped out in his laughter.
Jess’s words did not clear up his confusion. Ken waited until the fit of humor subsided.
Once he got himself almost under control, Jess said, between giggles, “Your advice. The best advice I’ve ever gotten was from you. And that advice was ‘go get the paddle’”.
“How is that advice?” Ken was completely baffled.
“The definition of advice is guidance concerning prudent future action. Given by someone who is authoritative. Getting that damn paddle makes me concerned about any future action. And you are as authoritative as hell.”
Ken let Jess’s explanation roll around his head. Yeah. It made sense. “I told you I’d decide if what you had to say was stupid, didn’t I?” He watched as the protective mask of indifference started to fall across Jess’s face. Leaning in close, Ken said softly, “Not stupid at all.” He gave Jess a quick, hard kiss, and sat up. He put the car in drive and pulled back on to the road.
“Kind of strange that what we consider advice is kind of, you know, mixed up in our....sex.”
“I don’t think it’s strange at all,” Ken reassured Jess. “I’m not sure I agree that it’s wrapped up in sex, though. I think it’s wrapped up in trust. You trust me not to use that particular paddle except for in discipline. And discipline is mostly learning.”
“Yeah.”
The night had been a good night, and Ken didn’t want to lose that. He decided to lighten the mood. “Now the leather paddle. That one is definitely mixed up in sex.” The small amount of tension that had been creeping in left as Jess laughed again. God, he loved hearing his boy laugh, Ken thought.
They bantered back and forth the few miles left to their home. The light teasing continued as they walked up the porch and inside.
“I’ll take Tippy out and let her pee,” Jess said.
Ken filled the coffee pot and set it for the next morning. He set it for later than normal because he had decided they needed some fun tonight.
When Jess and the little dog came back in, Ken said, “Put her in the spare room for now.”
Knowing exactly why he needed to put Tippy in the spare room Jess grinned, picked up the Yorkie, and walked down the hall.
Ken admired his backside as he followed him. Their conversation about advice kept playing in his head. He liked that he’d given Jess something good. He wanted the rest of the night to be something fun. Playful even.
Jess took discipline seriously and didn’t enjoy the pain that often came with discipline. They both enjoyed intense scenes where pain enhanced their pleasure. However, they’d never engaged in playful sex. Maybe it was time.
As soon as they were in the bedroom, Ken said in a softly ominous voice, “I’ve another bit of advice for you. But it’s just for tonight.”
Jess’s body tensed as his head shot up to look at him. “Um. Ok. What is it?”
“Obey me or else.” Ken watched as the words slowly penetrated his boy’s brain. He knew Jess understood when a small smile lifted his lips.
“Or else what?” Jess asked.
In an answer, Ken walked over to the closet. He knelt down, opened the box that held some of their toys, and picked up the little black paddle. This was the paddle they both enjoyed. Ken liked the way the handle felt in his hand. Jess liked the way the paddle built up a sting. Inhaling deeply, Ken thought they both enjoyed the smell of the leather.
Standing up, he turned and held the implement up. “Or else this.”
The lust clouding Jess’s eyes had Ken hardening. They’d played many games that excited them both and each time, Ken made sure consent was out in the opening. Tonight was no different. “That’s my advice for tonight. Obey me, on every command, or else I’ll use this. Is that the kind of advice you like?”
“God, yes,” Jess groaned.
With consent plainly stated, Ken then took the lead. Stalking to stand in front of Jess, he commanded, “Strip.”
He found it almost impossible to catch his breath as he laughed at the hilarious sight of Jess trying to shed his clothes as fast as he could. The poor man almost toppled over while he hopped on one foot desperate to get his jeans off. The pants landed only inches from his foot when he tried to kick them off.
“Put them in the clothes hamper, pee or whatever you need to do, and then come right back here.” Ken felt the dominance flow through his veins. It wasn’t the power of dominance that he’d experienced before. It was more a thrill of directing his boy and knowing his commands would be met.
Ken retrieved the lube from the bedside table. He opened it and put a dollop on his fingers. He turned when he heard Jess came back into their bedroom. He admired his boy’s body. It was hard with muscle definition from the hard work that he did.
When Jess stopped in front of him, Ken twirled his finger in a circle. “Turn around. Let me see all of you.”
“What?”
It was more a refusal than a question. And Ken delighted in it as it gave him the opportunity to use the paddle. He picked the implement up with one hand and firmly pushed Jess down on the bed.
“I told you to obey or else. You didn’t obey. Now, you can deal with the ‘or else’”. Ken didn’t use full force as he brought the paddle down on Jess’s butt. He wanted the sting to build up. Inflaming desire, not squelching it. He brought the paddle into contact with Jess’s rear-end a half dozen times, then laid it on the bed. “Stand back up.”
His eyes missed nothing as it searched Jess’s face. The light blush staining his face was from arousal, not embarrassment or shame. His shoulders were relaxed and in a natural position, not tensed up around his ears. His chest rose and fell as his breathing increase. And his groin had hardened fully.
Ken licked his lips as he thought of taking Jess in his mouth. But that would have to wait until after Jess obeyed him. He lifted his finger and made a circling motion again. This time, Jess turned around.
“Stop,” Ken commanded when Jess was facing away from him. Jess’s muscles rippled slightly. His backside held just a hint of pink where the paddle had fallen. Ken reached out and laid his hand on one of the cheeks. “Nice color, but not hot. You’ll decide how hot this gets by obeying or not obeying me.”
Jess’s cheeks clenched and unclenched at the thought. Ken let his hand slide from one cheek to the other.
“Turn back around and face me.”
Jess almost knocked Ken over as he bumped into him in his eagerness to obey.
“Slow down, babe. We’ve all night,” Ken reassured Jess. He reached out and stroked Jess’s chest. He lightly pinched his nipples, bringing them to a hard point. He followed the light trail of hair to his scrotum.
Ken dropped to his knees in front of Jess. “Stay still,” he ordered. Leaning forward, he softly licked him. While he licked the shaft, he reached over to grab the lube. He squirted more onto his fingers and threw the tube on the bed. As his mouth engulfed Jess fully, he reached around to prepare Jess.
His fingers and mouth found a rhythm designed to drive Jess crazy with need. He continued, letting his mouth and fingers bring Jess to the tipping point. But before Jess could find completion, Ken stopped.
“Noooo,” Jess groaned out his frustration.
“Ahh, did you just tell me no, boy? You know what that means. Bend on over the bed.”
The flush on Jess’s cheek darkened in desire. There was no hesitation as he laid his chest on the bed.
Ken picked up the paddle and started to pepper the cheeks with swats. He didn’t use a particular pattern or rhythm. Gently increasing the force of each blow. He would land several swats in quick concession and then stop before starting again. He let the paddle fall on the red cheeks and then he brought it down to Jess’s upper thighs.
Soon Jess was moving his hips against the bed. Desperately trying to get enough friction to find his orgasm.
“Ah, ah, ah. No, my boy. You’ll get to the finish line by me or not at all.” Ken decided he’d played long enough. Both he and Jess were aching with need. Reaching out, he grabbed the lube. He poured an ample amount on his hand and slicked up his hard-on. With the remaining liquid, he made sure that Jess was well prepared to take him.
Putting his hands on Jess’s shoulders, Ken lined himself up and slowly entered him. He kept up slow constant pressure until he was fully inside Jess. He leaned down more and whispered in Jess’s ear, “You ready?”
“Gawd, yes!”
Ken heard the urgent need in Jess’s voice and his own body responded instantly. Pulling back, he entered again. He increased his thrusting until he was at the edge. He pulled Jess up enough that he could reach around and bring Jess to orgasm at the same time he reached his own.
Ken collapsed on top of Jess. Once he caught his breath, he gently pulled out of Jess’s body. On unsteady legs, he went to the bathroom and ran warm water over a washrag. Ken cleaned himself up before taking the washrag into the bedroom. Jess still laid over the bed, exhausted from their lovemaking. Ken used the cloth to clean up his boy.
His legs were a little more steady as he took the cloth to the bathroom and put it in the laundry basket. He went to the spare room where they’d put Tippy and let the dog out. Tippy’s toenails clicked on the floor as she raced to jump onto their bed.
By the time he came back to the bedroom, Jess had roused himself enough to get in the bed proper and Tippy was snuggled against him.
Ken lifted the blankets and crawled into bed. He stretched over, he gave Tippy a pat, and Jess a kiss. “Good night, eh?”
“Definitively. Like I said, your advice is the best,” Jess mumbled.
Wrapping his arms around Jess, Ken inhaled deeply. The musky scent of him was intoxicating. “Well, I’ve given you good advice. Do you have any for me?”
Jess’s voice was lazy and full of sleep as he muttered, “My advice to you is we need to do this more often.”
Ken agreed as he pulled Jess in closer. His boy gave the best advice.
End.
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