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Thanks for our Found(er) Families
“Clive?!” The front door of the Rosfield home slams shut as Cid rushes down the steps of the front porch towards Clive. Clive can only watch Cid’s advance in a sort of daze. Clive notices Cid’s purple necktie bounces as Cid half jogs, half jumps down the steps and for the umpteenth time this evening, Clive thinks how the color perfectly complements the green of Cid’s eyes. He wonders how the red necktie he is wearing now would look on Cid?
“Clive, darling, are you ok?” They are standing in the driveway and Clive realizes his chest hurts and it’s getting harder to catch his breath. Was it always this hard to breathe?
“Clive, look at me.” Clive’s eyes veer towards the front of the house as a screech rises, presumably from his mother, and a male voice, probably Father, yells out “Annabella!” in disapproval.
“No, don’t look at them, look at me.” Clive brings Cid back into view and belatedly realizes his cheeks are wet as the cool autumn air blows on his face, another batch of leaves fall from the Oak tree above to pepper their head and shoulders. When did he start crying?
Cid takes one of Clive’s hands and places it on Cid’s chest, and Cid’s other hand shifts to the back of Clive’s neck, grounding him. “Ok lad, I want to get us out of here but we need to get our breathing under control first. Can you feel my chest? Yes?.” Another shriek from the house, this time it sounds like Joshua has joined the yelling match. “Clive, back here with me. We’re going to breathe together, ya? Ok, in, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. Hold it. Now out slowly, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.”
Clive pushes away the sounds coming from inside the house and focuses on his partner, his dom, his best friend and struggles to sync their breathing. The first breath hurts, it feels harder to let it out than to breathe in. The second breath is better and by the fifth breath Clive is focused solely on Cid and their breaths.
Cid finally lets out a breathy laugh and smiles at Clive, the crows feet in the corner of his eyes crinkling. When Cid gives a smile, a genuine, heartfelt smile, his eyes squint nearly to slits and his entire face lights up with laugh lines. Clive would do anything to keep that smile in his life.
“Well done, darling. You are doing so well for me. Let’s get you into the truck.” Cid takes Clive by the elbow and guides Clive to the passenger side, opening the door for him, ensuring he is buckled in before closing the door. Clive hears the front door of the house open just as Cid comes around to the driver’s side of the truck. Joshua walks out and leans over the porch railing to talk to Cid. Their conversation is muffled but Joshua seems relieved after talking with Cid. As Cid opens the door to get into the truck he shouts “We’ll call tomorrow, be safe. Oh, and Happy Turkey Day.” Joshua rolls his eyes and sends a small wave towards Clive before taking a deep breath and reenters the house.
“Alright, love, let’s get out of here. But before we start driving, I want to set some ground rules. I know what happened in there wasn’t just a trigger for you, but a box of bowling balls rolled into a minefield. I don’t want you getting stuck up in that pretty head of yours. I need you to keep talking while we’re driving. Nothing you say will be wrong and I won’t judge you, just talk to me, love, alright?” Clive looks numbly at Cid and nods.
“I need to hear that lovely voice, lad.”
“Yes, Cid. I’ll talk.”
“Good Lad.”
Cid puts the truck into gear and backs out of the driveway. Clive is silent up until Cid slows for the community security gate when the flood gates of his emotions open up.
“Cid, I’m so sorry. I can’t believe she said that. About the Hideaway, about the people we help there, about us. She’s always had a mean streak but this was too far. Father didn’t even try. He didn’t stop her. I couldn’t stop her. I’m sorry she-”
“Alright, lad, I am going to interrupt you there. I do want to hear what you have to say but I must insist you stop apologizing for her.” Clive looks over at Cid, puzzled. Cid catches the look out of the corner of his eye as he makes a right turn out of the neighborhood.
Cid heaves a sigh and asks, “Did you make her say those awful things?”
“No.” Clive responds sullenly.
“Did you write those hateful slurs she said on a napkin and hand it to her under the table?”
“What?! No!” Clive was horrified at the very thought.
“Good. Remember that her choices were her own tonight. As were mine. I regret stirring the pot but when she started talking about your time in the military, as if what you did had no value… I just couldn’t help myself. I apologize if I made the situation worse for you.”
Cid is apologizing? But Cid didn’t do anything wrong, did he? Clive thinks back to the start of the day, Cid and Clive arrived early to help with dinner and cleaning. His mother’s jabs started off as benign, nothing Clive hadn’t heard before. But as the day progressed, and the cooking sherry wine bottle emptied, her honeyed words full of barbs became unbearable.
The only other family members in attendance today were his father and Joshua. Long ago Uncle Byron swore off Annabella after learning of her abusive tendencies towards Clive and Jill. Uncle Byron rarely spoke to Elwin now, Clive’s father, for not standing up for his children. Jill, his sister, stopped coming to family events as soon as she turned eighteen. Jill cited that she was nothing more than Annabella’s PR stunt, as a war orphan from the Northern Territories, she was flouted in front of cameras much of her young life as a promotional tool for the Rosfield empire.
And yet, the end of the Rosfield Empire was the best thing to happen to both Jill and Clive. After a failed merger with Sanbreque pharmaceuticals amid allegations of money laundering, the Rosfield name was bankrupt, and both Clive and Jill were soundly ignored until they were old enough to move out. Which suited the both of them just fine. Jill now split the holidays between staying with the Murdoch’s or with her recently found grandmother in the northern territories. This year, she was with the Murdoch’s and how Clive wishes he could have introduced Cid to Lady Hannah, a woman who was practically his mother, instead of his real mother, Annabella.
Clive was used to his mother’s antics, Annabella was usually tolerable. But it had been many years since Clive last attended a family function, he left to join the Army at 18 and his time with the special forces for Sanbreque kept him away from Rosaria for ten years until he was discharged in January of this year. Which is how he met Cid at the Hideaway Halfway House.
Clive found himself struggling to survive in a world outside of the rigid structure of the military and got in trouble with the police after a brawl in a tavern. Part of his probation to stay out of jail was community service hours at the Hideaway Halfway House. There Clive met not just Cid but an incredible cast of persons who quickly became more than friends. These people were closer to him than even the soldiers he served with. This little community thrived under Cid’s leadership and protection. Its people, Clive included, found a second chance to live in a society not built for them.
So when the Rosfield family finally sat down to say grace on this beautiful autumn afternoon for Thanksgiving, the damned bird hadn’t even been carved yet, Annabella let everyone know her thoughts regarding Clive’s proclivities and mingling with the “gutter trash” at the Hideaway. Joshua tried to defend Clive, but Annabella brushed him off to continue her attacks while Elwin sat at the head of the table, staring into the distance and avoiding eye contact. It was Cid who ultimately came to Clive’s defense.
“Careful, las. If you keep spouting at the mouth like that we all may just learn how irrelevant and unneeded you really are.”
Cid’s face gave no hint of emotion as Annabella’s face turned bright red. Cid put a hand on Clive’s thigh to give a reassuring squeeze but when his mother started screaming Clive went away into his head. Clive didn’t remember walking out of the house.
Clive came back to the moment to respond to Cid’s apology as Cid sped up on the four lane road and left the merge lane.
“Actually. I, um, liked it when you defended me. No one else has really done that before. Jill and Joshua have tried, but they were just kids, too. And Father… well. He’s just sort of given up. I wonder why he stays with her, there isn’t even any money left. I don’t understand it.”
“And it’s not for you to understand love. You don’t have to take care of your father, your brother or your sister. And especially not your mother. You’ve done enough of that. They aren’t your responsibility, not anymore.”
Clive sighed and leaned his head against the cool window of the truck. He noticed they weren’t driving towards Cid’s house but the thought didn’t bother him. He trusted Cid and would willingly go along with whatever hairbrain scheme he had planned.
“I know. I just feel guilty. I left at 18, Joshua and Jill were still there. With her. But I signed up with the Army and just left. Why did I do that? I should have stayed, I should have protected them from her. I failed them.”
“Did Joshua say that? Did Jill?”
“Say what?”
Cid brought the truck to a stop at a red light and looked over at Clive. “Did they say you failed them? Did you ask?”
Clive sighs again. He reaches up to loosen his necktie but the knot feels stuck and he give up. “I did. I asked them a few months ago. I asked for their forgiveness. But they said there was nothing to forgive. In fact, after I left they said it was easier to deal with mother. Jill was soundly ignored and Joshua has lots of tricks to deal with her. Since the punching bag, me, was gone, mother just did her own thing. They said they were proud of me for getting out of there and taking care of myself.”
Cid gives a huff and smiles. “So, now that we are a safe distance from the hell-beast that is your mother, what are we going to do about this?”
“What do you mean, do?” Clive asked, flustered. His panic had fully abated by now but instead of weariness he found he was becoming annoyed. Why did everything always have to be this difficult? Why couldn’t life just be good? The way it was this past year when he first met Cid?
“How are we going to prevent this from happening in the future?” Cid explained. “You are important to me, love, and to see this happen to you tonight, no I’m not blaming you. But to see this happen to you has me angry and scared.”
Clive swallowed down the lump in his throat. He tried to suppress the emotions he didn’t understand welling up inside him. What did Cid want him to say?
“I guess, I can apologize to her and next time I can try to bring flowers, chocolates, all of her favorites.”
“So you want to see her again?”
“Well, of course. I’m expected at the Christmas holiday party.”
Cid gives a look over at Clive, anger flashes in his eyes, then he quickly looks back at the road.
“I won’t be going.” Cid declares.
Clive’s stomach drops out from beneath him and he feels like he might throw up. Of course, Cid wouldn’t want to come. After that shit-show he just experienced? Clive could never ask that of him. Cid didn’t deserve this. Clive didn’t deserve Cid.
“It’s ok, Cid. I understand, I will go by myself -”
“And you won’t be going either.”
Clive looks over at Cid, stunned. Did Cid just order Clive to not go? Anger flares up and Clive feels his face turning red. Who was Cid to tell him what he could and couldn’t do? Clive gathered himself for a retort when Cid brought the truck to a stop and parked it. He unbuckles his seat belt and reaches over the center console to pick up Clive’s hand. Cid cradles his hand as if it’s precious, massaging the knuckles and pulling on each finger one at a time. He looks nervous and scared.
“Cid, what’s going on?”
“Why do you want to go to this Holiday party?” Cid asks instead.
“Because I have to.”
Cid raises an eyebrow at Clive, as if he doesn’t believe him. “Do you? Why?”
“Because it’s the holidays, you have to spend it with your family.”
“Why?”
Clive is starting to get annoyed with this interrogation. He’s feeling cornered and pressured, but he doesn’t know why. Cid is now massaging his palm while observing Clive with a look of concern.
“Because that’s what you are supposed to do.” Clive replies, exasperated.
“Why, who said?”
Clive growls in frustration but doesn’t take his hand back. He looks down at Cid’s hands, slowly kneading his, trying to understand why Cid was doing this. Clive trusted him, Cid has been with him when he stubbornly lived in an alley rather than take up a space in the Hideaway. Cid was there when Clive successfully found a job and received his first ever paycheck outside of the Army. Cid has been Clive's everything and all Clive can be is a burden. The least Clive could do is cool his temper and work through whatever this was. With Cid.
“It’s expected. Society, I suppose. You have to be with your family during the holidays. It’s wrong if you aren’t.”
Cid gives a heavy sigh and looks back down at their joined hands. He takes a moment to breathe before looking back up at Clive with sad eyes.
“Lad, the only family you need are the ones who love and care for you. The Rosfield’s may be bound to you by blood but that woman is not your family.”
Clive takes a moment to look out the windshield to collect his thoughts. He notices they are parked at an overlook to the City of Rosalith. The sun hangs low in the sky, it must be early evening.
Clive gives another sigh and looks back at Cid. He and Cid are wearing matching clothes; white button ups with black slacks and matching silk neckties. They had chosen each other’s tie colors earlier that week at a store that charges too much for a piece of decorative silk but it ended up being fun. Clive’s eye was caught by a dark purple, the color was just so Cid even though Clive couldn’t say why. Cid chuckled at Clive’s fumbling explanation and pulled him close to give him a peck on his cheek and “It’s perfect love”, into his ear.
Clive found himself swooning in the middle of the aisle as Cid walked away to find a necktie for Clive. He came back with a dark red for Clive, not because of the Rosfield name, but for the fire and passion he said he saw in him. Clive wasn’t sure how Cid saw all that but he took his word for it.
Clive looks up at the ceiling of the cab to avoid eye contact with Cid. “I don’t know what to do. You always make the answers to life’s monumental problems seem so easy and simple. How do I just say, ‘you aren’t my mother anymore’?”
Cid gives Clive a small smile and pats the back of his hand. “You know Mid is adopted, yes?”
Clive gives a quick nod. He knows but he isn’t sure where Cid is going with this.
“You know I’m from the Outer Continents but you don’t know that I don’t have any blood relatives left. I have none here and if I have any out there, they aren’t knocking down my door to meet me. But that’s ok. It doesn’t bother me. Because I found a family here. Otto, Tarja, Gav, Maeve, Kenneth, Gault. Ok, maybe not Gault but what I’m trying to say lad is you have family right here, staring you in the face. You don’t need her. You never have.”
Clive’s face turns red in embarrassment and he looks away. Of course, he knew Cid was an orphan but he didn’t make the connection that his problems with his family could have been hurting Cid this whole time. Clive was really mucking this up.
“Alright, lad. I see that pretty head of yours starting to churn. Let’s try this another way. The Holiday party is next month. Mid didn’t get a chance to come to Thanksgiving with us, so she and I will come to the holiday party with you. She would love to see a fancy party and get into everything for her experiments.”
Clive looks up at Cid, horrified. He couldn’t imagine Mid at a party thrown by Annabella. Mid, the smartest and most precocious child Clive ever met. Mid, who was so kind she once made a wheelchair for a turtle. Mid, who was also known as the toddler wrecking ball at the Hideaway. She would undoubtedly break something or make a mess at the party, as 5 year olds are wont to do. And if there is one thing Anabella hates more than Clive, it’s messes and disorder.
Clive would never, could never, put Mid in a situation like that.
“Cid, no. You’re insane. You saw what she’s like. I can’t expose Mid to my mother. Mid is too kind and innocent. She doesn’t deserve it.”
“But you do?”
Oh. Clive’s face blanks for a moment and then his eyes scrunch as he tries to hold back tears. He finally gets it. He doesn’t deserve this abuse anymore. No one ever deserves to be treated the way Clive, Jill and Joshua have. Clive suddenly understands Cid’s declaration that he can’t go to the holiday party. Cid is protecting him, just like he protects Mid and all the staff and residents of the Hideaway.
Clive looks down and the tears begin to fall. “I’m sorry.”
“None of that, love. You have nothing to be sorry for. But promise me that we’ll keep communicating. Don’t hide from me. You deserve the world, darling. And I will fight the world to keep you safe. I want to see you grow. I love your grumpy scowl, your sarcasm and your witty comebacks. I love the work you do at the Hideaway and I am so excited to see you work towards your degree.” Cid reaches up to push the hair out of Clive’s eyes and runs his fingers along his jaw, bringing his hand back to rest on Clive’s. “Let’s get rid of the bad in life, it’s too short to be dealing with monsters because ‘society said so.’”
Clive gives one last sniffle and looks up at Cid with a watery grin. “Thank you, Cid.” And Clive leans in for a chaste kiss. The kiss lingers and when Cid pulls back he squeezes Clive’s hand then releases it. He lifts up the center console to reveal water bottles and snacks.
“Always good to be prepared.” As Cid passes him water and trail mix. “Eat and drink love. I’ll be right back. I have a surprise.” Clive watches as Cid exits the truck and moves around to open the tailgate. Clive decides he is much too tired to peek at what Cid is doing and instead looks out over Rosalith and the setting sun. He feels better after finishing his water and trail mix but he grows restless as he urgently needs to pee. Just as Clive reaches for the door handle Cid appears and opens it for him.
“Were you going to open that door yourself, darling?” Cid asks with a raised eyebrow. Oh, right. Cid believes it is his role to be the most gentlemanly gentleman in all of Valisthea, which involves Clive never touching door handles.
Clive rolls his eyes, “I needed to pee.”
Cid looks at him critically then gives a quick smile. “Alright, Pet. Go take care of your business, and I’ll see you back here.” Clive feels a shiver go down his spine at the word pet. He hops down from the truck to find some bushes.
When Clive returns, he’s surprised to see the cover for the truck bed pulled back and Cid sitting on the tailgate. Clive peeks into the truck bed to see a ridiculously large pillow against the cab of the truck, and a pile of blankets. Off to the side Clive recognizes a tool box and blushes. Clive is intimately aware of what is in the tool box and it is most assuredly not tools.
“Don’t worry, Pet. I don’t think we’ll need anything in there tonight. Come over here.” Clive looks over to see Cid sitting on the tailgate, legs spread. Clive feels his face flush and an unbearable heat build up under his necktie. Clive puts one finger behind the knot to loosen it but again the knot is stuck fast.
Clive gives up on the knot as he walks between Cid’s knees, placing his hands on the man’s strong thighs, and looking up hopefully into his green eyes. Cid’s purple necktie is loose, how did Cid get the knot to work, and the top few buttons of his shirt are undone to reveal chest hair poking out of his white t-shirt. The look in his eyes is softer than Clive expected. It wasn’t hunger, nor was it lust but something else. Clive’s stomach does a little flip as he tries to parse out the confusing emotions as he continues to stare into Cid’s eyes.
“I’m very proud of you today, Clive.” Clive blinks in surprise. Proud? Of him? As far as Clive could tell, he didn’t do a single thing correct today. Why would Cid be proud?
“Today, you had a lot thrown at you but you didn’t give up. You kept communicating, you told me what you were feeling, you didn’t give in to the anger, you didn’t shut down, you did everything I asked of you. You were so brave today. You were perfect, Clive. I am so proud of how far you’ve come.”
Clive felt tears building behind his eyes again. How many times could he cry in one day? When receiving compliments, Clive used to fight back against them, finding an excuse why he didn’t deserve to be recognized. But Cid taught him he deserved compliments. Clive wanted to tell Cid he was wrong, he wasn’t worthy of his attention and he wasn’t brave. But that wasn’t true. Clive did stay present today. He didn’t hide inside his head. With Cid, everything always became simpler and together, Clive came to the simple realization that his family is what he wants it to be. Cid was right, Clive deserved this praise.
“Thank you, Cid.” Clive says in a small voice but he holds Cid’s gaze. Cid smiles fondly at Clive asking, “What would you like to do, Pet? We can cuddle, stare at the stars and fall asleep. The fall weather is perfect, no mosquitoes, no humidity, no frost. It’s going to be a beautiful night. Or we can play. Which will it be?”
Clive bit his bottom lip as he thinks then states confidently, “I want to play.”
Cid’s eyes darken as his pupils engulf the green and his face wears the grin of a predator. “Good lad.” Cid purrs and Clive feels another shiver down his spine as heat spreads to his groin.
“Up in the truck, pet. Sit against the pillow.” Clive scrambles up onto the tailgate with a helping hand from Cid. He takes off his shoes first and sets them on the tailgate, Cid growling in approval, then he shimmies backwards to kneel in front of the pillow. Clive briefly looks around and realizes they are out here all by themselves. He couldn’t even see a road that brought them here. How did he not notice Cid drove them through a field?
Clive’s attention is brought back to Cid as he shucks his shoes and walks towards Clive, purposefully towering over him, looking down at him as if he were a meal to eat.
“Unbutton your shirt.” Cid commands. Clive swallows as his cock begins to fill out. Clive reaches for the top button when the knot of the necktie bumps into his fingers. He uses two hands to work on the infernal knot when Cid’s hand shoots out and clamps down on his arm. “I didn’t say to take off the tie, love.”
Clive’s eyes open wide as he realizes the implication. He watches Cid stare at him hungrily as he throws the tie over his shoulder and slowly undoes each button on his dress shirt, one by one. Clive carefully pulls the collar out from under the necktie, re-situates the tie to hang down the center of his chest and places his hands on his thighs, looking up expectantly at Cid, waiting for the next order.
Cid stares at Clive, devouring him with his eyes. He doesn’t move for a full minute. Normally, Clive would be uncomfortable under such scrutiny but from Cid, listening as his breaths come faster and faster and the bulge in his pants grows, Clive finds himself getting uncomfortably hard in his own dress slacks.
Cid glances down with a smirk at Clive’s little problem before kneeling in front of him and staring hungrily at Clive’s neck.
“This isn’t one of those expensive T-shirts, is it?”
Clive looks down at his white undershirt, bought at the thrift store in a pack of ten, perplexed by Cid’s question. “What-” Before Clive can finish the sentence Cid grabs the collar of Clive’s shirt with two hands and tears it down to the middle of his chest. Clive’s eyes open wide and he starts breathing faster as Cid growls and adds a few more tears to the cotton t-shirt, revealing Clive’s torso to the cool autumn air.
“Absolutely beautiful, Pet. Greagor made flesh.” Cid breathes out as he touches Clive reverently. Clive’s abdomen flexes as Cid lightly grazes his skin with calloused palms and works his way up to Clive’s nipples. He brushes over them quickly, a feather light touch that leaves pebbles along his skin. Clive continues to sit quietly, his breaths coming heavier as he watches Cid worship his body, pushing pieces of the torn t-shirt out of his way as he moves.
Cid’s fingers reach Clive’s neck and cups either side. Cid looks at Clive, he takes a steadying breath before leaning in and whispers into Clive’s ear, “You are a gift, Clive. Any family you choose will be lucky to have you.”
Cid pulls back and his hands work under both shirts on Clive’s shoulders to push the fabric down his arms, Cid’s hands caressing every crease and muscle down to Clive’s wrists. Clive’s arms are pulled off his thighs by the action but Cid stops and doesn’t push the fabric off his wrists. Clive is confused and wonders if Cid needs help with getting the shirts off when Cid grabs the necktie around Clive’s neck and pulls. Clive moves with the tugging motion and leans into Cid. Cid lets go and stands on his knees, expecting Clive to stay where he was positioned, reaches behind Clive to twist the shirts into a quick knot. Clive’s arms are secured at his back but the knot isn’t tight, Clive could easily wiggle out of it, but the thought of being bound and vulnerable for Cid results in a full body shiver and Cid growls in approval.
Cid sits back to admire his handiwork, pushing Clive back upright, holding the end of the necktie loosely in one hand as he toys with it. He rubs his hands lovingly along the length of the tie and as he reaches the knot, he cinches it tighter against Clive’s Adam’s apple. Clive swallows in anticipation, his mouth going dry.
Cid Clive a serious look and asks, “Is it too tight, love? Getting plenty of air? Not lightheaded?”
Clive shakes his head. “No, it’s good sir.”
“And you will tell me if it’s too tight?”
“Yes, sir. Please, sir. I need, I need you. Please.” Tears collect at the corner of Clive’s eyes as he begs. Cid continues to play with the necktie, rubbing the silk against Clive’s nipples.
“Please? My boy has such good manners. Yes, Pet. You’ll get what’s coming to you.”
Cid wraps the length of the neck tie around his hand and reaches behind Clive’s head, giving a gentle tug causing Clive to arch up. Cid re-situates him until Clive is sitting down with his legs out in front of him. Cid takes a moment to confirm again the necktie isn’t too tight then pushes Clive’s back against the oversized pillow and straddles his legs.
Clive looks up at Cid sitting on his thighs, admiring his wild hair and the way he tucked his purple necktie out of the way into his shirt. Clive sits patiently, waiting, as Cid gently kisses down his neck, his chest, his abdomen. Clive slips into the comfort of Cid’s lips against his skin when, to Clive’s surprise, Cid bites down. Hard. Clive shouts, taken aback by the pain but the resulting pleasure rushes to his dick, a moan escaping his throat. Clive looks down, eyes wide and breathless, to see devious green eyes staring back up at him and obvious teeth marks around his belly button.
“I’m going to mark you, Pet. Everyone will know who you belong to. Who protects you. Who keeps you safe. Would you like that, Pet? If everyone saw who you belong to?”
Cid proceeds to bite Clive in the flank, causing Clive’s reply of “Yes” to sound more like a yelp. Cid once again licks and kisses the pain away. Cid continues his journey upwards, leaving bites around his nipples and on his chest. As Cid moves up to Clive’s neck, Clive’s muscles tense. He can’t have marks at work, they are weirdly strict about that. And Clive can’t lose this job. But he finds his words have left him and he is having difficulty articulating what he needs.
Cid, bless him, immediately notices the tension and stops his advancing bites to give Clive a small peck on the lips. “I know, love. Can’t be seen with marks on your neck. I didn’t forget.”
“Thank you, sir.” Clive slurs as he relaxes and floats. Cid leans back to admire his handiwork across Clive’s torso. But Cid isn’t done yet and Clive is pulled back to this plane of existence when Cid tugs the tie and pulls Clive forward into a passionate kiss. Clive feels electricity thrumming wherever the tie touches his neck and the feelings shoot down his spine. Cid’s tongue takes command of his mouth and Clive lets him, giving tentative licks back, and Cid groaning into his mouth.
Clive is surprised when he is once again manhandled into position. Cid pulls himself off of Clive’s lap to kneel to his side, and at the same time pulling hard on the necktie, resulting in Clive leaning forward, almost completely in half, leaving his back bear to Cid’s ministrations. Clive looks at the red tie wrapped in Cid’s fist between Clive’s knees and feels a thrill at the vulnerable position as Cid holds Clive still. Clive can’t see what Cid is doing and he takes shallow breaths from being folded in half as his cock pushes painfully against the zipper of his slacks in this position. Clive can feel his blood pressure in his stomach and his body thrums in anticipation.
Cid lets out a long suffering sigh, as if this may all be just too much work for him. “As long as the mark can’t be seen. Is that right, Pet?”
Clive only has a moment to understand the question before Cid brushes back Clive’s long hair to reveal the smooth plane of the back of Clive’s neck. Cid brings his lips to Clive’s skin, just below the hairline, for a gentle kiss. Then Cid growls, biting and sucking the back of Clive’s neck, holding Clive firmly in position with the silk necktie. Clive shouts and tries to buck and squirm out of the position. At the same time, he falls into the sensation, moaning and keening.
It all becomes too much, Clive doesn’t know if he’s in pain or ecstasy. He cries, begs and moans. He distantly watches as Cid’s hand tightens around the red silk length and knuckles white to keep him still. A feeling of weightlessness seeps into his muscles and Clive starts to float away as Cid continues to gnaw and growl like a dog at the scruff of his neck. Clive knows he can’t come from this but he can’t remember the last time an orgasm felt as good as the euphoria he is experiencing now.
After what feels like an eternity, Cid pops off of Clive’s neck with a smacking sound and blows on the red skin, cooling the mark and offering Clive another sensation to enjoy. Clive sighs and goes limp, bending farther forward than his flexibility usually allows. Clive is drooling, unable to keep control of simple tasks like closing his jaw and swallowing. Cid lifts Clive’s head and looks into his eyes to find unable to focus and floating away. Cid chuckles and gives a fond kiss on the forehead.
Cid reaches behind Clive and frees his arms then gently pulls Clive up and against his chest. Clive goes willingly, and lies bonelessly against Cid’s chest as Cid whispers sweet nothings into his ear and pets his hair. Clive vaguely feels Cid playing with the necktie around his neck and the feeling is comforting. Eventually, Clive is able to make out words and phrases of “so proud,” and “glad to have met you” as he comes down from his high. When Clive is able to speak again, he turns his head to peek at Cid and murmurs, “I’m glad we met, too.”
“There you are.” Cid whispers as he pets Clive’s hair back from his eyes. Clive smiles, a big stupid grin that feels wonderful to give to this man who cares for him.
“You were wonderful, love. Just beautiful. Did you want to come, Pet? It’s up to you, I don’t mind either way.” Cid fiddles with the necktie on Clive’s neck trying to get the knot to loosen. Clive’s skin feels a little sore under the necktie, probably from his struggling. There is going to be a mark left from that, would that count at work? Something to figure out tomorrow, not right now.
“No, I don’t want to come. I just want to feel you for a little bit longer.”
“Good boy.” Cid smiles down at him and kisses his temple. “But I wouldn’t mind going home to a real bed. And food. We haven’t actually eaten yet today. Although I think your dear ma tried to send us home with the sweet potato casserole she threw against the front door.” Clive groans in embarrassment as Cid chuckles and gives the tie another tug.
Clive rolls onto his back and looks at the stars from the crook of Cid’s shoulder and basks in the feeling of Cid playing with the necktie, moving it and shifting it. Cid’s control of their play using the tie they bought together, it does something funny to Clive’s chest. As he looks at the stars, trying to understand what he is feeling, he realizes for the first time in a long time, Clive feels safe.
“Is it too tight? I have fabric shears, i can cut it off.”
“No, it’s not too tight. I’d like to wear it for a little longer.” I like to feel safe with you, Clive thinks to himself.
Cid gently holds Clive’s chin and brings him in for a quick kiss. “Of course, Love. Ok, time to get up. Put on your shirt, love. Erm, the one that is still in one piece.”
Clive reaches for the pile of white fabric thrown to the corner of the truck bed. He disentangles the remnant of the t-shirt from his button-up and feels his cock stirring again at the primal strength of Cid ripping him out of his clothes. Oh, they would need to explore that more.
Clive pulls on his white button up over his shoulders and decides actually buttoning it up for the car ride home is too much work. As he moves to jump off the bed of the truck he stops in his tracks to see Cid staring at him ravenously. He tracks Cid’s eyes as his eyes roam over the marks on Clive’s torso, peeking out from behind the tie.
Clive stands still, like prey caught in the headlights, and shivers when Cid’s voice drops into the velvety gravel tone Clive loves.
“When we get home, Pet. You are to strip the moment the front door is closed and locked. You will go to the bathroom and do your business then kneel with a pillow in the bedroom. If you're good for me, I will reward you and hand feed you. Then we can see what other rewards you’ve earned yourself.”
Clive stares at Cid and once again that feeling of protection and safety hits his chest. He is awestruck and thankful he has a new found family and partner. Never in his wildest dreams did Clive think he deserved a life full of love but Cid and the Hideaway have shown him otherwise. As Clive is freed from Cid’s eyes, he successfully jumps off the back of the truck but stumbles the landing when Cid adds “And keep the tie on.”