Restraint

By the time we returned to the hotel, almost an hour had past since we left the pub. I felt significantly more sober, and worried a little that Kiefer would change his mind about all this. He seemed languid and relaxed, though, looking out the window as we drove and humming low under his breath, his fingertips slowly teasing up and down the side of my thigh. I paid the cabbie and followed him into the hotel, almost bumping into him when he stopped suddenly in front of the elevators.

He turned back to me with a grin that looked almost mischievous. "Wait right here for me, I'll be right back. Two minutes."

I laughed and shrugged. "Okay?"

"Two minutes," he repeated, backing away. "Don't move." Then he darted off around the corner back to the hotel lobby, and I leaned up against the wall, watching after him with a little fond smile. What a character.

When Kiefer returned - not much more than two minutes later, it was with a mostly full bottle of red Sourpuss in one hand and a couple of shot glasses in the other. He looked so damn pleased with himself that I couldn't help but laugh, hitting the button for the lift. "We're drinking?"

"Of course," he replied, following me into the elevator, glancing up at the security camera thoughtfully. "The night's still young, after all." I followed him to his hotel room, half wondering if I was going to survive the drinking to have more sex. He leaned his ass against the card reader outside his door with a little smirk to unlock the door, then pushed it open, taking me inside. The table lamp beside the bed was already on, and he wandered over to hit the switch above it that turned on the pot lights in the ceiling, making the room warm and inviting. "Here we are. Home sweet home."

It wasn't much different than my hotel room, other than being rather more messy and having a guitar in the corner. I nodded to it. "Do you play?"

"Hm?" Kiefer had set the shot glasses down on the desk and was filling them. He followed my gaze. "Oh, no. Well, not very well, in any case. I love music, which means I leave it to the professionals." A chuckle, and he handed me a glass. "To Proyas and his crazy movie."

I laughed, toasting him, but staring at the glass as he shot his back. "What is this, anyway?"

I watched him swallow, a shudder running through him as he did so that was almost obscene. He gave a little appreciative moan, then looked back at me. "Sourpuss? You've never had it? Just shoot it back. It goes straight to your cock."

"What?" I gave a surprised laugh at his words and expectant grin, but gave my head a little shake and tossed back the red liquor. It was incredibly sour, just bearable, and the tartness hit me in a rush as I swallowed, a shiver of sensation that burned through my body. I set the glass down, gasping, suddenly understanding his erotic little shudder. "Bloody hell -!"

"I told you it was good." Kiefer laughed, pouring another round and handing me the glass.

I shook my head again and took it from him. "You don't have to get me plastered to get me into bed, you know," I told him, but he just grinned.

"I know," he replied, clinking his shot glass to mine. "Cheers."

The second shot was no less intense than the first, and I could feel the tingling warmth pool in my limbs. "Kiefer, I'm not sure I can keep up with you." I stared helplessly as he refilled the glasses a third time, but he just chuckled, reaching up to brush his thumb against my lips affectionately.

"You're doing fine," he said with a smile, and shot back the drink. I took my own and hesitated, regarding it warily for a moment, then was hit with a sudden solution. I took half the contents of the glass in my mouth as he finished his, then stepped forward to press my lips to his, tangling fingers in the front of his t-shirt to hold him in place. Kiefer gave a little interested noise, lips parting to mine, and I let a little of the tart liquid dribble into his mouth. I expected surprise and awkwardness and definitely not the way he reacted, surging against me, hand clenching on my hip as he pushed against my mouth. I didn't expect the forceful push of his tongue between my lips, sucking at the alcohol and taking it from me with a low groan, lapping at my lips and tongue.

Kiefer's eyes were dark when he pulled back, voice rough and urgent. "Do that again," he said, abandoning his shot glass in favour of cupping my hips with his hands, pulling me closer. I drained the rest of the glass and bent my head to his again, slipping my fingers up into his hair as I kissed him. Our kisses were hot, wet and sweet-tart as he sucked the liquor from me with a low groan, fingers kneading at my hips. "Oh fuck, that's good," he breathed, arching against me, and I could feel him already half-hard through his jeans, pressed against my thigh.

"More?" I offered softly, and he seemed to consider it for a moment, breathless, then shook his head.

"In a minute," his voice was low and rough, and he stepped back from me, turning to one of the open suitcases that sat at the side of the room. "Take of your clothes and wait for me on the bed."

That, I could do. I pulled my t-shirt over my head and toed off my shoes before dropping trou, leaving everything over the back of the one chair in the room that wasn't already strewn with clothing. He was digging through the suitcase with a little frown, and as I perched on the side of the bed, a bottle of lube landed beside me with a small thump, followed by... a rolled up tie? I heard him give a little triumphant noise, and a small zippered bag landed on the bed as well. Then he claimed the bottle of Sourpuss and set it on the bedside table, eyes running down the length of my body. "Nice to appreciate this when I'm actually allowed to look." He pulled his shirt off over his head and tossed it in the direction of the suitcase, kneeling half over me and urging me back under him on the bed.

I arched up into him with a sigh, stroking my hands hungrily over his bare chest, over the tattoos on his biceps. "You could have looked on set."

He gave a low chuckle, mouth dropping to kiss hungrily up my neck. "Not appreciatively. It's not that kind of movie."

I couldn't help but laugh at that, grinding up against him with a low moan and stroking my hands down his back, clenching at the denim covered ass. "You're wearing too much."

"Am I?" he drew back to look at me with a little smirk, then glanced to the rolled up necktie that sat on the bed. "I don't recall giving you permission to call the shots."

I drew a soft breath at his words and glanced to the tie. "You're going to wreck that if you tie me up with it."

Kiefer chuckled, claiming it and shaking it out. "Unfortunately I don't carry pantyhose around with me." He leaned in to nip at my bottom lip, finding one of my hands with his own and pulling it up above my head. "It can get wrecked. It'll be worth it," he said, voice husky and promising.

I was squirming under him before I'd hardly realized, more than a little turned on by his weight on top of me and the thought of being tied up again. He cupped the back of my hand with his and laced our fingers together before bringing the palm to his lips, watching me as he kissed slowly down my wrist, tongue flicking against me. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin, and I drew a sharp breath at the tease, hips rocking up against him. "Kiefer..."

"You're so impatient," he murmured, but his smile was warm and appreciative. He knotted the tie securely around my wrist, then fed one end of the tie around the beam of the headboard, yanking on it to pull my arm above my head, making me gasp and buck under him. "Kinky little thing too, aren't you? Can't wait to be all tied up under me."

I managed a little nod, watching him, feeling almost mindlessly aroused. "Please."

He caught my other arm and kissing my wrist hungrily, then secured it with the other end of the tie. The silk was slick against my skin, almost decadent, and tight enough to remind me of its presence. He shifted to press against my side, trailing kisses slowly down one of my arms, then nuzzling my throat. "Could do whatever I wanted to you right now, couldn't I? And you couldn't do anything... just have to take it...."

I knew he could feel my breath catch and quicken, and I tried to squirm to press my hips to his, and received a light smack to one ass cheek in punishment before he pulled away. "Behave," he said with a little smirk, retrieving the bottle of sourpuss and taking a swig from it as he regarded me through narrowed eyes. Then he leaned over me with a smirk. "Hold still."

I drew a sharp breath as he tilted the bottle to drizzle the cool liquor onto my chest, shivering despite myself as it trickled over my skin and pooled on my stomach and in the hollow of my throat. He didn't let it rest long, though, his mouth hot against my skin as he bent to lick it away, sucking at my stomach and almost making me laugh as he licked his way up my body. I tilted my head back as he sucked at my throat, shivering at the graze of his teeth. "Your bed," I tried to protest weakly, drawing a sharp gasp as he nipped at the crook of my neck.

"That's what housekeeping is for," he murmured, licking his way up the side of my neck to nip at my earlobe. "Fuck, I love the way you taste."

"Love what you do to me," I breathed, hearing a soft, appreciative noise in reply.

He pushed himself up, looking me over rather appreciatively, then raised the bottle to my lips. "Lets do that thing again."

I grinned, and tilted my head up for him, lips parting to the tart liquid he poured into my mouth and holding it there as he set the bottle aside. Then he was on me again, kissing me hungrily, sucking at my lips and lapping at the liquor in my mouth. His hand stroked over my body almost restlessly, rubbing my thighs before curling around my erection, and I could feel him pressed hard against my thigh, cock straining at his jeans. I rocked up into his touch before I could stop myself, groaning into his mouth and grinding my hip against him as much as I could to encourage more, feeling deliciously helpless to his whims and mindlessly aroused because of it. "Mmmm, god, Kiefer...."

His breath was warm against my mouth, and he pulled back only to claim the bottle again. This time the liquid drizzled over my stomach and thighs, running down the length of my erection, the cool, teasing sensation making me gasp and squirm. His mouth was hot in contrast, licking at my stomach and thighs hungrily to catch every fuchsia drop of liquor. He nuzzled the base of my erection and mouthed at my balls gently, then covered my erection in slow laps, moaning against me as he licked me clean.

"Please," I gasped, just barely managing not to squirm into his mouth. "I'm not going to last long if you keep doing that."

Kiefer's eyes narrowed a little contemplatively as he looked up at me, as if considering the best course of action. Then he moved back up to catch my lips, mouth sweet from the liquor and salty from my skin. "Then I'm going to keep doing that until I get you off," he murmured, nipping at my bottom lip. "Going to make you melt. Then I'm going to fuck you until you're begging me to make you come again."

I drew a sharp breath at his words, rocking up into the hand that encircled my erection again, whimpering. I hadn't expected things to be anything like this, when I'd thought about hooking up with him. I'd shagged coworkers before on other sets - some of them very good, some mediocre - but none that had taken such pleasure in torturing me like this, or the patience to do so. "God, Kiefer, you're going to kill me."

"That's the idea," he said with a soft, promising chuckle, and then proceeded to repeat his previous action with the liquor, his mouth almost maddeningly arousing as he licked over my thighs and sucked gently at my erection. This time when he was done he urged my thighs apart, settling between them, and slowly worked one lubed finger into me as he continued to suck me, groaning low and throaty around me. It was even more intoxicating than it had been on set, and soon enough I was writhing under him, jerking against the ties on my wrists as he worked two fingers in me. His fingertips twisted and teased against my sweet spot just right, free hand knuckling gently at the soft skin behind my balls, and as he took me deep into his throat I felt my body jerk tense, passion cresting uncontrollably quickly. I barely had time to gasp his name before I was coming hard, hands clenched around the ties. The tease of his fingers inside me brought an amazing intensity to it, pulling choked, breathless cries from my throat as I came, and he drew me through it with slow bobs of his head, sucking gently at my cock and not pulling back until I started to soften. My nerves felt almost hypersensitive, but when his fingers pulled away I felt almost empty, and gave a soft whimper of dismay.

Kiefer pressed a soft kiss to my thigh, stroking my hip gently as he looked up at me. "Rufus? You okay?"

I managed a nod, trying to catch my breath. "Keep going. Fuck me."

His smile was pleased, and he pressed a warm kiss to the base of my erection, breathing in deep before pulling away. "Turn over for me," he said, and helped me, the tie that bound my wrists slack enough that I could settle on my knees and elbows, face resting on my forearms. He got up long enough to shuck off the rest of his clothes and grabbed the small zippered bag off the edge of the bed. I could hear the plastic of a rubber wrapper, one of his hands resting on the small of my back, stroking slowly, warm and reassuring. Then it pulled away, and after a moment I heard him choke back a soft groan, breath coming harder.

"Kiefer?"

"Just give me a moment." His reply was a little distracted, but a few moment's later I felt his fingers press inside me again, thick and strong and slick with lube, two scissoring me open before adding a third. It was warm and a little uncomfortable in contrast to the boneless, post-orgasmic relaxation of the rest of me, but I could sense his desire. In spite of it he was so patient with me, and I wanted to please him even more.

"It's good," I managed to gasp, sighing as he pulled away and shifted to kneel behind me, teasing me with the head of his cock. I forced myself to relax as he pushed into me, stretching around the head of his cock and giving a low groan at the pleasure of penetration, the feel of him slowly sliding deeper, the pressure of being filled. "God, that's nice," I managed to breathe, pressing back against him and hearing his breath catch at the sensation. He was incredibly hard inside of me and perfectly thick - just shy of being too much to take, and I found myself thinking that I'd have to see if he'd do this again some time when I was still hard.

He buried himself inside me with a low groan, holding still and leaning over to press a kiss to the back of my neck. There was a strange, hard pressure against me at the base of his erection, but it felt nice, and I tried to rock back against him, giving a little moan at the stimulation. He drew a sharp hiss, breath hot against my neck. "Was going to ask if you're all right, but I'll take that as a yes," he gasped, and started to rock against me just a little, almost grinding, hips flush with my ass. "Tell me if it gets to be too much."

"Sure," I managed to reply, and he knelt up again, strong hands gripping my hips to hold me steady. He pulled back slowly and then eased deep again, letting me feel every inch of his cock, hot and hard sliding inside me. Then he paused for a moment, one hand moving from my hip. I heard - and felt - a low buzzing, stimulation that shuddered through me as he thrust deep again and I suddenly recognized the cock ring for what it was. "Oh!"

"Good?" he gasped, rocking hard against me, and I could only whimper and grind back against him, the vibrations maddening, sending pulses of arousal through me.

"More," I managed to gasp, crying out as he started to move faster in me, shifting with each thrust to just barely rub against my prostate, making me cry out with the white hot shocks of pleasure. Before long my erection was back with a vengeance, and I braced my hands against the slats of headboard ahead of me, partly to push back against his thrusts, partly just to anchor myself against the build of pleasure.

"You're so hot," I heard him gasp, hips bucking a little harder into me, fingers tight on my hips. "Oh fuck, Rufus... so good. Drive me crazy..."

"Yes," I managed to gasp, crying out as our bodies connected just right, my cock hard and aching. "God, harder!"

He paused for just a moment to reach between us, and the vibration intensified. It added to the pleasure as he began to use me hard and fast, leaning over me again to suck and bite at my neck, resting his weight on one arm beside mine. His fingers slipped to curl around my erection, his thumb swiping over the head of my cock that was already slick with precome, then stroking me firmly, fingers gliding warm and quick over my skin. I jerked back against him with a helpless cry, shuddering under the intensity of stimulation. "Oh! God, Kiefer, please - please!"

He was fighting to keep his thrusts measured, breath in gasping, throaty groans against my skin, sounding almost exactly like I'd fantasized he would and at the same time a million times more sexy. "Come on," he gasped, giving a hard thrust and nipping at the crook of my neck. "Show me how good this is for you."

His fingers tightened around me just a little as he bucked hard and almost frantic into me, and I arched back into him as much as I could as I felt myself start to come. My body clenched and shivered helplessly around him as each thrust sent a flood of sensation through me, overwhelming me entirely as I came, crying out into the pillow. His thrusts grew erratic, cries harsh and choked against my skin as he shuddered against me, a flooding warmth inside me.

The vibration was almost painful against sensitive nerves, and he fumbled between us with a little whimper to turn it off before completely relaxing, leaning heavily against my back. "Okay?" he gasped, and I managed a breathless, exhausted laugh.

"Uhhh." I managed to breathe, taking a few more minutes to try and come back to myself. "Wow."

He chuckled softly, nuzzling my neck. "Mmmhmm. Thank you."

I smiled against the pillow. "Oh god, thank -you-. Haven't felt this deliciously well shagged in a very long time. Hands are going numb, though."

"Fuck, right. Here, let me get up off you...."

I managed a little nod, breathing out and forcing myself to relax as he pulled away, sighing softly at the feeling of loss. I heard the rubber hit the trash with a soft thud, and then he sunk down beside me on the bed almost bonelessly, hands tugging at the knots in the knots in the silk until I was free. I managed to shift onto my side, letting him rub my hands with a little thankful sigh, then watched him carefully ease the cock ring off, setting it aside on a tissue on the nightstand.

"That thing was fun," I told him, and he chuckled softly.

"It is, isn't it? And I'll freely admit that you had me so worked up that I would have come in two seconds flat without it." He grinned, running a thumb along my cheekbone. "You want to crash here tonight?"

I nodded. "I don't think I can move. I'm a bloody mess, though."

He chuckled again, leaning in to press a warm kiss to my mouth. "Good, my devious plan was a complete success." He got up, returning a few moments later with a warm wet facecloth that he used to wipe the sticky remains of the sourpuss off my chest and stomach and thighs, then chucked it back through the open bathroom door. He managed to work the equally sticky comforter out from under me along with the sheet, grabbing the spare wool blanket from the closet and tossing it over me with the bed sheet before crawling in with me. He hit the light switch as he did and dimmed the lamp to low, then tugged me close, nuzzling my hair.

"So," I murmured sleepily, nestling my face against his chest. "You tied me up, but you never told me what your kink is."

His answering chuckle was soft, fingers trailing a slow path up and down my spine. "You already know. We did it tonight."

I tried to guess what he meant, smiling a little as I thought back on what we'd done. "Mmm. Blow jobs in a semi-public place?"

He laughed. "No, though I'd definitely do that again. Take another guess."

I thought about the way he'd buckled my hands to the wheel, the tease of his fingers and lips against leather. "Not domination...."

"No, I can go either way with that, depending on the partner." His lips pressed to my hair. "It's actually a bit vanilla, come to think of it. You'd already indulged me just by coming out with me tonight."

"Drinking," I realized suddenly. "Drunken sex."

"Mm-hmm." His arms tightened around me slightly, voice warm and appreciative. "I really liked what you did with the sourpuss, by the way. That was a hell of a thing. Most inventive alcohol kink I've encountered so far. Thanks for indulging me."

I felt an unexpected wave of satisfaction from his words, and kissed the hollow of his throat. "We can do it again sometime, if you like."

"We could... think you'll make it to the wrap party?"

I smiled against his chest. "Wouldn't miss it for the world."

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~Epilogue~


We rented out a little bar for the night to hold the wrap party for the movie, everyone buzzed on the elation of the work -or at least, our part of it - finally being done. Kiefer drew attention like he always did, but when I set the dark purple coloured shot down in front of him on the bar with a glass of sprite he stopped mid sentence, glancing down at it then up at me with a little grin. "Hey, thanks. What is it?"

"It's a drop shot. They call it a porn star," I said, trying very hard not to show how very pleased I felt about finding this particular drink recipe. "It's Curaco... and raspberry Sourpuss."

His smirk and answering chuckle could only be described as completely devious, and I felt myself grinning, heart pounding at the promising glance he shot me. Then he grabbed both his shot and mine, dropping them into the sprite and handing me my glass and holding his skyward, starting to lead the crew around us in song. "Oh - here's to Rufus, he's true blue!"

It was definitely going to be another interesting night.

~~~fin!~~~

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