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WHO Shannon Vaughn (

privatematter), Eli Delacroix (

aspectional).
WHAT Eli is an idiot; Shannon is curious. How exactly does D/s go down when you're not to the Having Sex stage in the relationship yet?
WHEN Late 1990. Seven months after Jumpscapades.
WHERE Shannon's place.

Shannon was anxious. Not in a bad way, but the anticipatory way that everyone got when something new and exciting was going up and there was no way it could go badly, but predicting the end outcome was almost impossible. It was a great feeling, but one that left Shannon feeling like a teen heading out to prom instead of a grown man getting ready to have fun with his boyfriend and potentially make some hilariously heartfelt gestures to express his trust in Eli. That was probably something he didn't do enough in general, actually.

Breakfast had been something simple. Pancakes, fresh cut fruit and sausage. Eli had come over pretty early to get ready, talking over the generalities of what they were going to do while the specifics were to wait for after they were done. Well, now they were done and sitting on the couch, and Shannon's leg was jiggling even under the hand he had placed on his knee to keep himself still. Lacey had wandered off after breakfast, stomach filled with her own food and presumably was napping on the foot of the bed in Shannon's room. Probably for the better, really.

"So," he said, ignoring the obvious tell he was giving off. If Eli took it for misapprehension, then Shannon was going to definitely lean over and smack him. "Where do we start?"

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Eli was definitely not going to object to Shannon cocooning him in warmth. He was sleepy and warm was always nice, especially considering how his body would mostly shut down in his sleep. After adjusting himself to be more comfortable, he let out a content sigh.

"Few days. It's always good to give your mind and body some time to rest up after pushing yourself to your limits," Eli said sleepily. "Don't know your limits, so erring on the side of caution. Wait longer so I know you're up for it next time."

That was always a sound Shannon liked to hear. Even if he didn't want to spend the whole day in bed, he wasn't averse to resting here for longer while Eli got some apparently-needed shuteye. He was cool and patient like that. Sometimes.

"Next week, then," Shannon decided. He reached up to run a hand through Eli's hair. It didn't do the same thing for Eli as it did for Shannon, but it was still a soothing motion. "Why don't you get some rest, Eli?"

The week passed quickly for Eli and unlike the wait before their first scene, he was confident and calm. This time, he knew what to do and he had things all planned out. There wasn't going to be an issue like forcing Shannon into the right mindset. He had assured him that he wasn't going to put him through that again and he was definitely make sure that he kept himself to it.

While he may not have been nervous, he was still twitchy and impatient. He couldn't help it, he was excited. He'd finally get the proper chance to show Shannon what this was all about without frightening him in an attempt to steal control from him.

Once the day finally arrived, Eli made his way to Shannon's place and tried his best to hide his excitement. He wasn't going to overwhelm him, after all. Bad things happened when he did that. So Eli instead first chatted Shannon up about their respective weeks at work and then once there was a lull in the conversation, he pounced. Well, not actually pounced.

"So would you like to help me change my clothes? I never really got to ask you last time," he said calmly as he watched Shannon.

For Shannon, the week had been a mixture of excitement and nervousness. Butterflies in his stomach. He was a bit wary of entering that space in his head again where he had no agency, no worries and everything was in Eli's hands. When he was there, it was perfect. When he was out of it, he wasn't sure how he could possibly do all that again without something as extreme as Eli pulled before. Shannon got the feeling that wasn't the norm of how to make this work, so what were they going to do this time? He truly was a stubborn asshole and despite wanting to make this work, there was an instinctive part of him that fought the idea of losing his hard-won control even to Eli. It was a matter of survival over a matter of trust.

The chatting was nice. Catching up on relatively meaningless gossip and work shenanigans was part of the routine, soothing and regular. Shannon could feel the thrum of something underneath Eli's demeanor, and simply laughed aloud when he launched into their actual reason for getting together that day. Beating around the bush must have been killing him.

"Thought you said I wouldn't get to if I didn't behave," Shannon said while quirking a brow. After their scene had ended, he'd gotten the distinct feeling that it not going all that properly counted as not behaving. "Or was that just something to get me to settle down at the time?"

There was a slight huff of annoyance at Shannon laughing, but he didn't really seem really annoyed by it, just going through the emotions. He was trying to make this seem normal, though it looked like that was going to fit in smoothly into their life any time soon.

"It was to get you to settle down at the time. Punishments don't usually carry over between sessions unless you did something really big," responded Eli easily. He wasn't really the type to dole out punishments like that. It was a warning and if Shannon really did push that far then Eli would push back just as much. "Does that work for you?"

"Sure," Shannon agreed easily. He wasn't very shy about his boyfriend's body, even if he was still having a time wrapping his head around having a boyfriend for the first time ever. Shannon was pretty damn sure he was still straight and that Eli was the exception, but that did leave him feeling fairly awkward about the whole situation and eventual expectations for their relationship. He was working up to it as best he could. "It'll give me something to do, huh?"

That was another thing. It all seemed a little unbalanced to him, the Dom doing all the work to make the sub happy and the sub merely acting on what the Dom told him to do. If Shannon wasn't supposed to do anything without permission, how was Eli supposed to get anything out of it? It still puzzled him, although he knew Eli seemed okay with it for now so Shannon would tread the water until he figured it out.

What Shannon didn't seem to realize about their relationship was that there weren't any expectations for it, whether presently or for the future. It was hard to have expectations when Eli wasn't really sure that the relationship was actually real half the time. He still thought that he was going to wake up all day and realize that it was just a dream. A really nice dream, but a dream nonetheless.

"It's not just something to do, you know," he said as he picked up his bag and carefully slung it over his shoulder. "There's a reason for everything I do when it comes to this."

Shannon nodded gravely, unable to help the twitch of amusement at the corner of his lips. He didn't doubt that Eli was thinking several steps ahead, but that dressing him up in a full suit of amazing leather was anything but self-indulgence beggared Shannon's belief. Not that he would say that; the point was to have fun.

"Of course," Shannon agreed, holding out a hand for Eli's elbow. "Mastermind Delacroix, is it? Then lead the way."

It may be self-indulgent, but it was self-indulgence with a point. Shannon might not understand the point of it now, but Eli will reveal the truth behind things when he feels that he needs to. He doesn't now, so all he's going to do is just be vague on it.

"That's Sir Mastermind Delacroix to you, troublemaker," he teased, moving his elbow nearly automatically so that Shannon could take it. "Spare bedroom. I'm going to need the bed so we can get the pants on without too much trouble."

"God," Shannon said with a laugh in his voice. He took Eli's elbow and let him walk ahead as a general courtesy. He knew exactly where they were going. "Those pants. Are you sure you don't just paint them on and call it a day?"

He certainly remembered how tight they'd been. It was pretty hot and engrossing to feel, but now Shannon was wondering how he was going to get them on Eli when he doubted he could get similarly tight pants onto himself. If nothing else, it would provide an amusing start to their scene.

"Them being painted on would make them easier to put on. And less restrictive," Eli replied with some amusement in his voice. "With you here, I'll be able to put them on without much of a problem and with less chance of hurting myself."

This was definitely proof that Eli was some sort of an artist. He definitely suffered for his art, even if said art was just a D/s scene with the man he loved more than life itself. If it mean wearing obscenely tight pants along with an entire set of leather clothes, then so be it. Especially if Shannon enjoyed him wearing it.

Edited 2014-03-21 05:35 (UTC)

"Are you trying to tell me you put your health at danger every time you dress up for something like this?" asked Shannon in a very mock-cautious tone. "I know they say fashion is pain, but that seems a little extreme. Or its own kind of bondage, maybe."

Shannon didn't understand art much, but he did understand Eli's own form of stubbornness. He was the sort who would do something despite any inconvenience to himself if it mattered to someone he cared about. Then again... there was no indication Eli didn't enjoy the leather himself. It was probably just a double benefit for him.

"I'll have you know that I'm very careful when I put on things like this," he said, his voice surprisingly calm despite the subject. He leaned in closer to Shannon, dropping the volume of his voice a bit. "Let me bring you in on a little secret of mine: when it comes to bondage, I'm the one that likes being tied up."

It was definitely a double benefit for him, hence why he even owned the outfit in the first place. He liked wearing leather and he definitely liked the feel of it against his skin, but that was definitely a bonus when one of the primary reasons he wore it last time was to see whether or not Shannon liked it as well. He was glad to find out that Shannon did and would definitely keep wearing it as long as he liked him in it.

The low voice definitely got Shannon's attention, and he tilted his head toward Eli with interest. He felt his brows raise, then grinned at that bit of information. He would definitely tuck it away for later, when he was in a better position to make use of that tidbit. Right now, Shannon still had no idea how he really felt about bondage himself.

"Ah," he said in a regular tone, perhaps affecting a bit of something more demure than usual. "But you won't be the one putting them on this time. Suppose you'll just have to instruct me every step of the way, sir."

There was a smile on Eli's face when he heard Shannon's response. That was definitely a response he wanted to hear and the fact that Shannon didn't dismiss it meant good things for their future. But now wasn't the time for Eli to have fun. It was time for Shannon's turn.

Once they got to the bedroom, Eli moved away from Shannon, giving him a light touch on the arm to warn him of it, and then sat down on the edge of the bed, placing his bag on his lap so that he could open it up and pull out his clothes.

"So do you want to undress me or shall I do it myself?" It was obvious that Eli wasn't in Dom mode yet, always asking instead of ordering. "I'd give you a show, but that's not something that you'd enjoy."

Shannon tilted his head to listen to and follow Eli's movement, then sat himself on the foot of the bed nearby. He wasn't sure exactly how Eli wanted to do this, but if he wasn't in Dom mode yet, then Shannon wasn't about to try fitting into sub mode either. He was working off Eli's lead in that department. That was how this game worked.

"You can undress yourself," he allowed magnanimously. "Don't want to trip us up somewhere, that would just be silly."

Since Eli is undressing himself and not doing anything to show off, he removed his clothes quickly and takes his time to fold them up and put them away. If he had been stripping in front of anyone else, he would have been somewhat uncomfortable, not wanting anybody to see the scars and other assorted signs of his time jumping through the multiverse, but it was Shannon and he couldn't see them, so Eli was fine and incredibly relaxed.

"Clothes are to my right and I'm ready when you are," Eli said once he was done.

Shannon listened to the sounds, felt the movement beside him on the bed and through the air. When Eli said he was ready, Shannon stood and moved around until he was standing next to Eli, feeling his hands through the clothes he had left. If he knew Eli at all, the younger man had put them in order of dress from top to bottom, so Shannon merely picked up the first article and felt it out at his leisure. Just the shirt, so that was simple enough.

His fingers lingered on the material for a moment before Shannon shifted it to just one hand and moved in front of Eli proper. He put his hands forward until they rested on Eli's chest, then slid down and outward along Eli's sides, where he brought them up to bring Eli's arms over his head. He pulled the shirt out, making sure to face it forward, then passed it over the raised hands. He moved his hands down to the bottom edge and gently pulled it down; when it came over Eli's head, Shannon leaned forward and stole a kiss while putting his hands on Eli's shoulders to nudge them down, then let them wander back to his now-covered chest. When Shannon pulled back, he gave a grin and momentarily rested his head against Eli's.

The shirt was the easiest thing to put on, so of course it was first in line. He didn't want to complicate matters immediately by going straight to something like the boots or pants. Though to be perfectly fair, it would be really quite silly to put the boots on first unless that was going to be the only thing Eli planned to wear during the scene and that wasn't what he had planned for this scene, so boots were going to be last.

He relaxed his body when he saw Shannon starting to put on his shirt, but there was a slight tremble whenever his hands moved across one of the many scars that dotted his body. While he might have cared about appearance with others, it was touch that he worried about with Shannon. Thankfully, Eli was going to keep that out of this moment, not wanting to ruin it by being an idiot. At the kiss, he let out an annoyed whine, definitely not amused by him stealing it from him, only really wanting more instead of what he got. He did reach a hand up to rest on Shannon shoulder loosely once the shirt was on and he smiled slightly. If this was how it was going to be, then Eli definitely chose right when he decided to go with it.

Scars didn't bother Shannon. Eli's scars bothered him even less — well, they bothered him, but for entirely different reasons than the fact that it was Eli's body they marred. That was just a sign of how Eli had managed to go through hell and come back out the other side to seek friends and family, not giving into the horror that stained him. It made Shannon proud.

Tilting his head, Shannon let his cheek rest against Eli's hand before he moved on and found the next item in the pile. It was quite easy to identify as the pants that were definitely two sizes too tight or made by some kind of masochistic fashionista. Maybe it was both. He felt around a bit, getting an understanding for where the front and back and bottom and top all were. Kneeling down, Shannon shifted Eli's feet into the waistband and looped his own fingers in the belt loops to tug the leather up Eli's legs. If his hands brushed against calves and thighs on their way up, then who was to say if it was on purpose or mere accident?

"Hands on my shoulders will probably work best," he mused aloud. Much as he wished to do this all by himself, his boyfriend's sense of D/s fashion was going to require some double-teaming in this case. Shannon needed more leverage than he could comfortably get on his own.

Once Shannon moved on to the next piece of the outfit, Eli let his hand drop to his side and he watched him, making sure to help Shannon out by allowing him to shift his feet and legs around as necessary. He's a bit better about Shannon's hands brushing against his calves and thighs than he was about him touching his chest, not really reacting outside of a soft exhale of amusement.

"If that's what you want to try, then that's what we'll do," he replied as he carefully started to move, standing up and placing his hands on Shannon's shoulders firmly. "I'll help out as much as I can."

"Shouldn't need too much help," Shannon said. When they got to Eli's hips, Shannon shifted his hold: fingers still through the loops, he gripped at Eli's hips until he was lifting the younger man up and then carefully loosened the pressure in order to let Eli's own weight drop him into the pants. Thankfully the leather seemed very sturdy despite how tight it was, else Shannon might have worried about putting too much strain on the belt loops.

Shannon wasn't the strongest of guys, not like Eli was, having had no reason in his youth to play many sports or engage in a whole lot of the popular extracurricular activities. However, he did still play games and occasionally work out, which meant he knew he could lift up a fairly scrawny guy like Eli. Other than this, he really wasn't sure how else to shimmy someone into such difficult pants. How did Eli do it himself, anyway?

Even though he was aware of what was going to happen, he couldn't help but let out a squeak at being lifted up, hands tightening on Shannon's shoulders slightly. He was glad that Shannon wasn't going to outright drop him into the pants, which would have been painful and ruined any sort of plans for the scene, and tried to help him out by stretching his legs to reach the floor and pull himself down more.

"Well, this is the most difficult part," Eli responded. It was true. Without Shannon helping him out, Eli would have been forced onto the bed or the floor attempting to wiggle himself into the pants and while eventually succeeding, it would have taken far longer than this had thus far. "Working together makes it a lot easier though."

That squeaking noise prompted an amused grin from Shannon, who obviously enjoyed the sound. It was fun to mess with Eli sometimes, although Shannon admittedly did not mess with him as much as he would anyone else or in the same tone. Theirs was a special kind as further evidenced by Shannon helping Eli into what was essentially a second skin of leather for some kind of kink play that Shannon was still wrapping his head around.

With Eli's help, it wasn't too much of a chore to fit Eli into his pants. He lowered Eli fully to the floor, then reached up to tap at his nose. "Get the zip yourself. I'm not gonna be responsible for anything caught in there," he said teasingly, while he went to check what else was in the pile. He paused, then smiled to himself when he recognized the boots from the week before. Those were fun both to just feel and to take apart or put back together. He checked the sole for which foot went where, then placed them on opposite sides of Eli's feet, kneeling down on one knee to get to the proper angle to fit them on.

He frowned at the tap on his nose and then let out a puff of air at his hand before he could pull it away. Once back on the ground, he started to adjust his pants so that they were on as comfortably as they would go. "And deny me the chance to tempt fate by having you zip me up? You're no fun," Eli teased back, already starting to zip his pants up while he was talking. He lets out a sharp exhale as he does and succeeds in getting his pants zipped up without hurting himself.

Sitting back down on the bed, he watched Shannon find the boots and grinned. He was glad to know that he truly did like them and wiggled his toes as he waited for him to start putting them on. If he liked the boots, then he was definitely going to like the jacket he decided to wear this time around. And to keep himself from getting too distracted while his boots were going on, he started to put his gloves on, flexing his hands to hear the leather creak as he did so.

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