La Maison 5: Darkness (Complete: mxm BDSM)

Chapter 9.2

A/N: I'm sorry (*drops chapter and runs*) 

Not really. General content warning for more of the same - massively undernegotiated scening. More in depth content warning at the bottom.

He whimpered as he rolled over onto his back, a flash of agony and ecstasy from his bruised butt. He didn't roll away, though. The sparks that his sore flesh were sending through him felt too livening. He didn't know when he'd ever felt so refreshed, despite the dry mouth and sleepy eyes.

He listened for sounds in the apartment but there were none, and the bright light behind the blind made him think it was probably later than usual, and Sawyer must had already gone to work. He wondered if he'd get into trouble for sleeping so late, but somehow, now, the idea of trouble made him bite his lip in anticipation instead of worry, which he allowed himself to contemplate could be dangerous.

Regardless of any soreness, it had been the best night's sleep Gabriel had had in months, and he even allowed himself a little wriggle into the mattress before he reached over to the nightstand for his phone to check the time. It wasn't there, and he had a moment of confusion before he remembered yet again that he'd handed it over to Sawyer, and never got it back.

He got up with a wince, all his muscles aching – not just his butt – which must have been from how tense he'd held himself through his belting. He'd probably have to get a little fitter if he was going to be in that position often.

He took a quick shower to ease those muscles and pottered into the kitchen, thinking of breakfast. The clock in there told him it was ten, which wasn't as bad as it could have been. He could still do all his chores, even if he'd have to move slower than usual. But then he saw the folded note underneath the fruit bowl, addressed to him in Sawyer's sharp, lawyerly hand.

He hissed when he read it: Sawyer reminding him that he'd agreed to go back to school now, and had a class at twelve which he wasn't to miss. Sawyer would pick him up afterwards, so he really couldn't do anything but get ready – fast, because it would take ninety minutes to get all the way across town – and head out.

Despite standing on the subway, he was constantly reminded of the bruising ache in his behind the whole way, and that only got worse at school, when he sucked in a breath at having to sit on a harsh wooden chair to begin practice.

"Are you okay?" River leaned over with a concerned expression in his light eyes.

"Yeah, I, er, bruised myself walking into the counter."

River raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything, and he let himself get lost in the practice for the two hours.

It wasn't until afterward, when Ellis approached – his blue eyes glistening with barely concealed tears – that he felt truly uncomfortable.

"I'm so sorry," Ellis whispered, pulling him into a hug.

"I'm okay." He really didn't want to get into a discussion here, surrounded by their classmates, but Ellis wasn't getting the memo, even though he kept his voice low.

"Where have you been staying? Not in the apartment...? Mr. Brubaker told me what had happened – well he told everyone that Mr. Humpert had, um, died, and I got him to give me some more information."

"I've been staying with a friend."

Ellis must have heard something in his tone, because he looked shocked for a moment, but then his face eased.

"Good," he said. "I'm pleased. You, er, you deserve a friend. I hope he's being good to you."

Gabriel blushed, looking at his feet, and Ellis laughed, hugging him.