(BL) Taming the Field Guide

The sound of Brent’s zipper sliding down, the rustling of fabric had Brent’s heart trembling in his damn chest.

“S-Sergei, everyone can hear. We don’t-”

“That’s intentional.” Sergei murmured, still pressing kisses against Brent’s hand that he was holding hostage. “I want the fuckers who are trying to lay claim to you to hear. I want them to know whose name you’re calling.” Sergei stared at Brent, a little bit of worry sneaking into his gaze. “Are you embarrassed? Have I gone too far? Would you like us to stop? I will if you’re uncomfortable with this, I just also know this is the most effective method to shut them up. We unfortunately have to play their games.” What the fuck was Brent supposed to say to that?

To those damn pleading, sweet eyes?

What fucking S Class, Kellen and Rhys included, would be able to pull back like this? Be this kind? Explain everything to Brent like this when they were in the middle of it? Fuck. Fuck!

“I just don’t like the idea of Kellen’s parents hearing me.” Brent mumbled and Sergei’s eyes softened.

“Rhys is on our side. I’m sure he’ll make sure that they are out of range.” Sergei told him and Brent hated that that was comforting.

“Are you sure?” Brent asked, and hated how that sounded to his ears. Sergei, however, grinned.

“Oh, my sweet, lovely Brent. Of course I am sure. He would do the same if the others were harassing Kellen like this, but Kellen wouldn’t know the reason until after.” Brent was a little annoyed to know that he was right. Sergei’s expression softened further. “Are you sure this is okay? I know I am pushing you, but please tell me if this is actually okay.” Sergei flushed. “I wanted to be spontaneous. Is this too much?” Sergei asked and Brent melted.

Brent closed his eyes, sighing heavily as he tilted his face upwards, towards gods he didn’t even believe in but needed to ask who in the world had gifted him a man like this? He was too damn sweet for Brent’s peace of mind.

“You are offering to give me a blow job at a work function in a bathroom where you know others can hear us, and that’s the whole point. I’m so fucking hard I’m leaking, Sergei. I’m probably going to make a fool of myself as soon as you put your mouth on me.” Brent said with a slight smile. Sergei grinned.

“Oh good. I was worried that I was being just like the Espers that were pestering you.” Brent’s stomach tightened and his teeth ground together.

“Don’t you ever compare yourself to them ever again. You might be an S Class like them, but that’s where your similarities end. That’s it, Sergei. You are smarter, kinder, more thoughtful, and while I know I am partially the reason for it, far more controlled than they are.” Sergei’s grin grew and Brent wanted to smother him with his kisses. God, he was so fucking cute.

“You are completely the reason I am able to be far more controlled than them. I love that you know that, and are able to say that to my face.” Sergei scanned Brent, his eyes warming as they ended at the sight before him. Brent felt his blush sneak down his neck as his gaze settled on Brent’s crotch.

“W-Well, I only think it’s fair to give credit where credit is due.” Brent said and Sergei nodded. His hands squeezed Brent’s thighs, sliding up to Brent’s ass and his body shifted, Sergei’s eyes still silver.

“That’s exactly what I’m thinking as well. I have to reward you and tend to your needs while also making sure everyone knows that you don’t need any help. I’ve got you.” Brent slid his gaze upwards, and the smile he gave Brent made Brent’s legs tremble. He wanted to squeeze his legs tight, slamming Sergei between his thighs and keeping him there for an unknown amount of time. Brent let out a soft groan.

“You are going to ruin me for anything else. You’re going to spoil me rotten.” Brent complained. Sergei shook his head, turning and pressing a kiss through his pants against his thigh.

“No. You deserve this kind of treatment. It only benefits me that the others that came before me were idiots and didn’t do what I consider the bare minimum. Now, let me help you out there.” Sergei’s gaze was stuck on the fabric before him, tense with Brent’s aching cock. Brent exhaled sharply, watching Sergei, unsure what to do as he watched the man come closer. He used his tongue to lift up the zipper and then, without breaking eye contact with Brent, gripped the zipper with his teeth and pulled it down.

Brent couldn’t breathe.

He would admit, this wasn’t the first time a blowjob had happened in a bathroom, but it was the first time that it had happened to him. He was more bold with other people’s bodies, less bold with his own. At least in places where others could hear him. The fact that Sergei was being so bold and serious about Brent and what he wanted to do to him made him even more weak in the knees.

The button popped, and Brent could feel invisible fingers pulling his shirt out of the way and tucking it up and under so that it wasn’t affecting Brent’s view of Sergei between his legs or preventing Sergei from accessing him.

It was clever, it was methodical, it was all Sergei. Brent let out a soft, breathy sound as Sergei pressed his mouth against Brent in his underwear. He watched as the other man sucked in through his nose, letting out a low, delicious groan that had Brent’s legs tensing. Sergei’s eyes fluttered closed, like he was getting a deep pleasure just from having his mouth against Brent’s cock.

“You look so handsome.” Brent muttered. “So handsome near my cock, between my legs.” It was a bit of an inside thought, outside, and he watched as Sergei’s eyes snapped open and his nostrils flared. He opened his mouth, watching Brent as he carefully showed off his teeth and closed his teeth around Brent’s cock. It was a nibble, a soft press that had Brent’s pulse thudding in his chest, his legs twitching, a soft sound coming from his lips.

The moment didn’t linger as Sergei moved, grabbing onto the edge of Brent’s underwear with his teeth and yanking it down over Brent’s cock. The kiss of the slightly cool air on his cock had Brent trembling.

Sergei gave a deep, satisfied sigh as he came face to face with Brent’s cock. Brent blushed.

“Ah, what a pretty colour. You really do have the nicest cock I’ve ever seen.” Sergei sounded too damn sincere for Brent’s peace of mind.

“That’s absurd. No cock looks nice.” Brent complained. Sergei’s mouth opened, rubbing his tongue against Brent’s tip. Brent groaned, leaning his head back against the tiles as pleasure shot up his spine and his balls tensed.

“Yours does.” Sergei managed to speak around the cock on his tongue and Brent, his one hand free, reached for Sergei’s styled hair and ran his fingers through Sergei’s hair.

“Beg to differ. Yours is pretty nice, Sergei.” Brent tried to speak, tried to even think past the warm, wet tongue pressed against the underside of his cock. Fuck it felt nice.

“It isn’t.” Sergei said with a chuckle. “Why do you think I pierced it over and over? It was to punish it.” Sergei told him. Brent lifted his head and looked down at Sergei. The man had his mouth on Brent’s cock and was talking about punishment.

Brent gave him a toothy grin.

“Well, I love what you’ve done with it. The ladder? God, I love the way it feels inside of me. The way it rubs, and don’t get me started on the tip piercing. I want to play with it all day. Swirl it around with my tongue until you’re a leaking mess. I love it. The taste of your piercing with your cum? It’s my favourite.” Brent licked his lips just thinking about it and watched as Sergei’s face went from confident to completely flushed between one second and the next.

“I am never going to win against you.” Sergei muttered, but he didn’t sound upset. He sounded…reverent. Grateful. Brent had no idea why he sounded that way and his reaction and words were making him feel embarrassed.

That was the last thing he said before he looked at Brent’s cock, twitching, aching in the bright light of the bathroom, and he moved. His mouth covered him, swallowing him down to the base. Brent let out a choked sob, surprised that Sergei was so eager. It wasn’t like Brent was a small man and he could feel Sergei choking slightly.

“S-Sergei, you don’t, ah fuck!” Brent tried not to shout, his fingers convulsing in his hair as he tried to hold on. He then tried to pull him back, not wanting to choke the man but Sergei seemed to have a mind of his own.

He set his own pace, swirling his tongue against Brent’s cock, slamming him into his mouth at an angle that had Brent pretty convinced that he was going to leave a bruise in the man’s mouth. Sergei was so careful about his teeth, trying to keep them out of the way and Brent only lasted a couple of strokes before he was calling out Sergei’s name, his body twitching as he came.

Sergei drank it up, making eye contact with Brent as he shivered and whimpered. Sergei’s hands on Brent’s ass were tight, the powers holding Brent’s legs wide so that he didn’t crush Sergei’s head firm, and so fucking hot that Brent was still hard when Sergei pulled back.

He opened his mouth, showing off the little bit of cum that hadn’t gone directly down his throat. Brent shivered.

“You’re a freak.” Brent whispered and Sergei’s eyes curled at the corners as he smiled.

“Is that a bad thing?” He asked and Brent shuddered.

“No. I would never say it was a bad thing. Fuck. Your mouth feels like heaven, Sergei. Did I tell you that last time? I don’t think I did.” Brent felt like he was rambling a bit and Sergei lapped it up.

“If my mouth feels like heaven, then I don’t think I have the right to describe what yours feels like. You don’t even have my tongue piercing to make it feel even better, and yet I can’t compare. If I wouldn’t get so jealous that I’d rip their dick off, I’d suggest we get a willing victim to be our test dummy to give us a fair comparison.” Sergei said warmly and Brent laughed. He slid his fingers down to the base of Sergei’s head, yanking his head back and watched as Sergei’s eyes fluttered slightly.

God, the man was such a freak. He loved it. Brent only wanted to pull him close and kiss him on the lips, but he was too far away and Brent was pretty sure he wouldn’t let him right now. He was being calm, collected, but he was in control. He wouldn’t budge until he got the outcome that he wanted and that was something that Brent knew about him.

“Suck my dick again, Sergei. I need to be able to face the others. You wouldn’t want me to be hard out there, would you?” Brent asked sweetly, a little bold, a little embarrassed. Sergei moaned.

“Of course. I’d love to. My mouth, my body is willing to do whatever you need me to do.” Brent’s cock twitched. Suddenly he wasn’t thinking about sliding his dick in his mouth, but instead a softer, sweeter place. Brent narrowed his gaze.

“Don’t tempt me, Sergei, or we might never leave this bathroom.” Sergei’s sweet laughter wrapped around Brent. Fuck. He was a goner.