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Unwind | Tia Fielding | 2 Unwind

HE

HAD texted me around three in the afternoon, telling me

he was going to be late. The text was short, too short. Somehow, I knew immediately something was amiss. If my Jared was anything, he was wordy, no matter the situation. Sure, he could look all shy and timid and cute, but he was a fan of words. Whenever he got quiet or there were fewer words in his emails or texts, I knew without a doubt that something was wrong. After five years with someone, you just know. So I was worried, knowing that the detective who was going to come home from a day in court would be tightly wound, volatile, and possibly even aggressive. Not that he’d ever hurt me, the aggression never got physical, but the edginess was there every time this happened. The sharp movements and harsh words, sleeping problems as he tossed and turned in our California-king-size bed… No, I wouldn’t take it, not tonight. It was too close to our anniversary to let him snap at me. We had a deal: I could whine about my old sports injuries and the drunks I catered to at McCabe’s, the pub I’d inherited from my grandpa. In return, Jared could whine about the justice system, his slob of a new partner, and whatever other work-related things he could come up with. We knew each other well enough to know what in all the ranting we did was relevant and what wasn’t. It was a good system. Today was my night off. I had done the end of the month inventory the previous night, so I was good for two days. I

Unwind | Tia Fielding | 3 had left my staff to handle the pub waiting for my man to get home. Not home in time. So I changed plans—I dinner. Instead I’d be prepared in other

and now I was just that he would be at wouldn’t be making ways….

IT WAS half past six when I heard the key in the lock. I was standing in the doorway between the little hall and the main room that opened up to serve as everything but bedroom and bathroom. I had prepared a little, showered, re-dressed in very low-riding pair of jeans and a very, very thin and tight tank top. It showed off every muscle I’d stubbornly held onto even after my pro football career had stopped before it had time to take off properly. It was the usual story, various injuries and then realizing I was gay. There was no point in trying when I had known I wasn’t ready to be an out pro athlete, even if my knee could miraculously heal and hold up for the duration of my career. The things I had added after getting away from the locker rooms were my piercings: eyebrow and both nipples. I was contemplating having my tongue done next. The ink I had, discreet but still there to be seen when I had no clothes on, had been there since my high school days. Now that I stood there, waiting for my partner to step through the door, I felt oddly self-conscious. This wasn’t something I had done before, not really. We’d been rough and we’d been controlling, but not quite like this. “Sam?” Jared breathed, startled, as soon as he laid his eyes on me. The confusion was written all over his tired and

Unwind | Tia Fielding | 4 frustrated face, but when he took in my appearance, a grin slowly spread to his full lips. “You’re awfully late,” I pointed out and watched as he put away his coat and shoes. “Yeah, sorry about that. It was just… the Jenks case, you know? Didn’t go as we thought…,” he said and stepped forward, reaching for me. The confusion was back as soon as I stepped to the side, out of his reach. He frowned. “Wha…?” “Quiet. Before you start snapping at me.” “I won’t—” he said, and before he had time to react, I had pushed him against the wall next to the doorway he had just stepped through. “Shut up, Jared. Now,” I said in a low tone, my lips close to his ear. As I pulled back, he looked at me with wide eyes, and I could tell he was thinking very hard. We weren’t into power play, mostly because we were both too strong-willed to play with such things. Even though we loved each other, we could butt heads sometimes when neither wanted to back down. Taking that sort of thing into our bedroom was out of the question. Now, that didn’t mean we couldn’t be subtle about such things. Jared swallowed and then nodded. “Now, go put your gun and badge away and get out of those clothes. They smell like the City Hall. Take a shower and go lay on the middle of the bed.” My tone was clipped on purpose.

Unwind | Tia Fielding | 5 I could see Jared’s pupils dilate, and he swallowed again. Damn, the boy was going to be easy… for now. While he went to do as I asked, I walked to the kitchen phone. “McCabe’s, how can I help you?” my friend Jo’s voice chirped into my ear. She was my second in command, having worked at pubs before I even inherited mine. When I was more or less in trouble at first, she’d swooped in and saved my ass. Jo also had one character trait that I didn’t: the uncanny ability to be kind but firm to all the drunks that came through our doors. Where I snapped, she smiled beautifully, sweet-talked the intoxicated person into submission, and kicked them to the curb—gently enough for them to want to come back for another round of the treatment at a later date. “Jo, babe, I need a favor.” “Mr. Bossman, what can I do?” she asked, and I could hear the smile in her tone. “I need some food—takeout—around nine. Could you make sure it gets here? Something Jared likes,” I said, and I could tell she was writing it down. “Sure, from the pub or somewhere else?” she asked, and I thought about it for a while. “The pub will do. We haven’t eaten Felix’s cooking in a while.” After all, Jo’s boyfriend was an excellent cook, and we would most likely be in need of comfort food after the evening was over. “Fine, I’ll make sure it’s there at nine. I’ll make Nicky bring it,” she said, and without any further questions, we said bye and I put the phone back into its cradle.

Unwind | Tia Fielding | 6 Nicky, great. Of course I knew there was nobody else to bring the food over, but Nicky could be, at best, a handful with his incessant flirting. He was our bus boy, more feminine than Jo sometimes, and he still got the biggest tips in the pub. We often wondered about it, me and Jo, how someone like him could pull that off in a small corner pub where hard-working men came to have their drinks after the workday. He was a little flirty queen, yet everyone seemed to love him. Not that I kept my own orientation a secret, but sometimes I thought the patrons were a bit puzzled or maybe even felt cheated by my orientation. After all, they could talk football with me, they could talk to their friendly neighborhood cop when Jared came by, yet they knew we went home together at the end of the day and fucked each other silly. There was nothing “gay” about me and Jared except the fact that we liked cock. It seemed to throw people sometimes. Taking a deep breath, I walked to the bedroom. Jared was just stepping into the room from the adjacent bathroom, and I took a moment to appreciate my lover’s body. He was lovely inside and out, but sometimes there’s nothing you can do but admire. He had wide shoulders and slightly narrower hips than you’d think when you saw him with his suit on. The pecs and abs were there, not as prominent as mine, but he was so damn gorgeous I couldn’t wait any longer. I never could, not even after all these years…. “On the bed, now.” I barked the words, and he looked at me, startled again, as he’d been drying his hair with the towel. One of the things that I loved the most about his appearance was his big, bright-blue eyes that I knew better

Unwind | Tia Fielding | 7 than my own; those eyes could fool the most hardened perps into talking to him honestly. At the precinct, he was called “Detective Blue” behind his back. I have no idea how he did it, though, closed off his mind so perfectly that he could do this, slip into the slightly submissive role when I told him to, even after the day he’d had. Or maybe it was because of the day? The strain of it was something he didn’t want to take out on me, even though he so often did. Maybe this was him trying his best not to? I moved closer to the bed smoothly, until I was practically stalking towards his naked form, which now lay on the bed. I had placed a towel on the bed, and he moved obediently on top of it, curious about what I was going to do. Every thought in his mind, I could tell. Poor thing; he was in for a surprise. “See, I came to a conclusion today,” I said as I crawled on the bed toward him. “I’m not going to take any attitude before our anniversary. It’s almost here, and I want to stay in a good mood.” We both knew that his mood affected me whether I wanted it or not. “I get enough of that at the pub; the drunks are merry this time of the year,” I pointed out as I stopped next to him, kneeling close, but not touching. It was true; somehow the beginning of summer always brought out the local crazies. My grandpa had loved his patrons, but sometimes I wished the pub was located in a bit nicer neighborhood. It wasn’t easy for me; I hadn’t been born to run a pub, and it had taken adjustments. I could get really stressed at times, and I was lucky to have a partner who understood me.

Unwind | Tia Fielding | 8 Jared nodded, swallowed again, and looked down where my hand was now hovering over his erection. He was excited, even though I knew a situation where he didn’t have the control wasn’t exactly easy on him. My darling detective wanted to hold all the power in his hands at all times. He was a top, mostly, but I did top him too when I really wanted to. Usually there was no question; I enjoyed bottoming too much, but today…. “I think we’ll start by you showing me exactly how much you appreciate having your man waiting for you when you come home from work,” I stated and shifted closer to his head. I wasn’t touching him, which for some reason made this even more interesting. Usually my hands were all over him as soon as I got him to the bedroom. Not tonight. He swallowed, thinking, trying to figure out what I wanted. I must have seemed a bit cocky, kneeling there next to him, waiting to be serviced in some way, but I didn’t really care. In fact, I liked this power play more than I had expected. Sighing, I pulled the tank over my head. “This better? Give you any ideas?” I asked, and he looked at my body. The expression on his face made my cock twitch into full length. The jeans left nothing to imagination; they were so worn one could tell which way I normally dressed (left) and that I was now hard as rock. Hesitantly, Jared reached his hands to my button fly and looked at me as if to ask for permission. “Go ahead,” I nodded, and he tugged the buttons open, one by one.

Unwind | Tia Fielding | 9 He knew already I was going commando; the jeans rode low enough for him to see that. The lick of his lips that followed when my erection was freed was involuntary, but it made me groan a little bit. The cheeky man flashed me a smirk before licking my cock once, as much as he could with the jeans on. “Wait,” I said and shifted back. “Lay back down, I’ll get rid of these.” He did as told, though the glance he gave at my cock told me he wanted more of it. Perfect. I tossed my jeans on the floor and promptly straddled his chest. His eyes widened. “Now, let’s see what you can do,” I said in an almost purring tone and tugged at my cock a few times before letting it close to his lips. “I’m going to fuck your mouth, love. When I’m happy and ready, we’ll see about something else,” I promised, and he nodded, opening his lips to me without hesitation. “Lick,” I said, watching his tongue peek out from between his lovely, full lips. Jared licked the tip of my cock, humming when he gathered the pre-cum on his tongue and got a proper taste of it. “Good?” I asked, even though I knew the answer. For some reason I was talking more than the usual, possibly compensating for the fact that I had told him to be quiet. It was surprising, really, having him this cooperative and silent. He must have been even more stressed and in need of some relief than I had thought. Maybe this would work after all? I could only hope.

Unwind | Tia Fielding | 10 He hummed again, smiling with his eyes, as his lips were trying to wrap around my cock. “No, didn’t give you a permission to do that, did I?” I tsked at him, and his eyes widened. I could almost hear the wheels whirring in his head while he tried to figure this out. “Now, now, where’s your creativity, detective?” I said in a mocking tone and leaned up a little bit, offering my balls to him. “Try again.” The hesitant way he licked my sac was enough to make my cock jump a bit in my hand. I was stroking myself while Jared did his best to make me happy, as I had told him was the goal. Apparently he really was listening, then? The alternating licks and little nibbles—combined with the short moments when he took more of my sac into his mouth—made me rock against him lightly. I didn’t want to crowd him, after all. When I felt the first signs of an orgasm sneaking up to me, I pulled away. Obediently Jared opened his mouth, anticipating what I wanted next. “Oh now, love, I don’t want your mouth after all,” I said, petting his stubble-covered jaw affectionately. “You did good, but I decided I want to fuck your ass instead.” I smirked a bit evilly, and his eyes widened again. I moved off him, reached for the lube from where I’d placed it under the pillow, and made sure Jared was in the middle of the towel. “Let’s see,” I said, and smirked at him as I took my place between his legs.

Unwind | Tia Fielding | 11 Jared planted his feet on the bed, tilted his hips up a little, and I smiled at him. “Good boy.” Leaning to lick his cock once from base to tip as a reward, I felt more powerful than I had felt for a while. “Now, stay still and don’t touch yourself,” I told him and popped the lube open. The liquid warmed quickly in my palm, and I began to spread it on him. Gently but determinedly, I pushed in a finger and worked the lube inside him. Stretching him took time, always, and I was careful with it so I wouldn’t freak him out by going too fast. “Trust me, love?” It came out more like a question, and Jared released the breath he had been holding in. After that it was easier. I’m not sure if he realized that I was being even more thorough than usual, stretching him more, making him gasp and whine when I pulled my fingers away as soon as he moved. Stretching and teasing him was such a turn on, I felt ready to pop already. Not that I would; I wanted to fuck him first. When I finally deemed him properly stretched, I coated my cock with some more lube and positioned myself. “Ready?” I asked, and Jared nodded, trying not to show how the slight mental discomfort was affecting him. “I won’t do anything I think is bad for you, okay?” I phrased my usual encouragement a bit differently this time. He took in a deep breath and closed his eyes. As he let the air out, he relaxed a little, and I pushed, gently and firmly, until the head of my cock popped inside him, making

Unwind | Tia Fielding | 12 us both groan a little. Steadily, I pushed in until I was buried as deep as I could go. We were both panting, trying to get our bearings right. I leaned in to him, kissing him to show that I appreciated him doing this for us. There was a mental block he had about bottoming, something to do with his strict upbringing where gay men didn’t exist. By giving himself to me, he was making himself less of a man—or so his father’s voice in the back of his mind was still telling him, even after all these years. The first time he had confessed to me that he was ashamed of bottoming had also been the first time he ever cried in front of me. It had been one of the hardest things he’d ever done in bed, and also one of the things he’d needed the most, a release like no other. At least, not until tonight. “Now I’m going to take what I want, but you’re still not allowed to touch your cock, okay?” I asked, and he nodded again. I leaned down yet again, kissing him gently, making the kiss deeper and more firm at the same time I let my hips move. Keeping my mouth glued to his was a challenge, especially when I wanted to fuck him through the headboard. I knew I couldn’t do that, despite what I’d just told him. He needed to be able to feel safe and relaxed for the next part of the evening. When I couldn’t concentrate on kissing him anymore, I rose to my knees again, placed my hands on his chest so that his cock got sandwiched between us lightly, and began to fuck him in earnest. My movements were calculated, smooth and deep, but as quick as I could make them. I was getting off with him, not making love to him. That would

Unwind | Tia Fielding | 13 happen some other night, but not now. Yet the love needed to be there, I kept reminding myself as I chased my orgasm. Jared tensed immediately when I stopped looking at him. It was either that or kiss him, making our connection more than just the physical act of fucking that kept him calm through every time he bottomed. Keeping that in mind, I looked down at him and let all the love I felt for him through my eyes. His body under mine relaxed, and he was once again able to enjoy the experience fully. There were no whispered words of love; we didn’t generally share those too often. It was all in the way we moved together, the way he let me do this even though it terrified him a little bit. I needed him relaxed, though, especially tonight, if I was to take our relationship, no, our trust, to the next level. It didn’t take long, but I didn’t really care. It wasn’t about me getting off, really. As I shot deep inside him, he erupted between our chests, milking me as his body constricted around me. I slowed down my thrusts and eventually pulled out. Jared looked a bit blissed out, like he always did after bottoming. It was such a mental hurdle for him. The aftermath of this kind of release, so different from what he got from topping, was something that consumed him for a while. Yet I knew I only had moments; he would get up soon, go shower again to clean up better. “Jared, look under the pillows,” I told him as I leaned back, sitting on my heels. Lazily, he lifted the pillow and then froze completely for a few heartbeats.

Unwind | Tia Fielding | 14 “Take it out, okay. That’s all,” I said, and I could see his throat working as he did as told like he was in a dream. The latex glove he pulled from under the pillow was held like something disgusting and vile between his thumb and forefinger. “Now, we don’t have to. You can back out. But I think it might be something you need, love,” I said in a calm, gentle tone. “I… Sam…,” he whispered and looked at me. The terror in his eyes was clear, and I reached my hand to stroke his stomach, spreading the cum on his skin. “I would never hurt you, you know that. And you need to get out of your head before you snap. The case isn’t going so well, like you said. If it ends badly, it will ruin our whole anniversary weekend, love, you know that,” I said sensibly, and he closed his eyes for a moment, forehead crunching and his jaw tensed. “Can… can we try…? And…,” he started hesitantly, like he didn’t want to admit that he was agreeing to this in any way. “I’ll stop as soon as you say so. I know this is new; we’ve never done this before, but I’ve thought about it for a while,” I admitted, and he nodded again, handing the glove to me. I pulled the glove on, making sure it fit perfectly. I didn’t want to hurt him, so I wanted the glove just in case, even though my nails were trimmed and my hands soft. To make him aroused again—he was flaccid, his whole body tense—I began to nip at his neck. He tensed for that too but relaxed when he realized I wasn’t just going to do it immediately.

Unwind | Tia Fielding | 15 We kissed for a while, deep, languid, loving kisses that curled my toes as I hovered over him. When I began to work down his lovely body, his hooded eyes followed me, but the look was less hesitant now. I paid attention to his nipples, sucking and nipping at both in turn, before licking my way lower. He was half hard again, but I knew he’d lose the half before long. What I hoped for was another erection, another orgasm when he’d realize there was nothing to be afraid of. I took the lube as I leaned to take him into my mouth. I put my best skills to use as I bobbed my head, licked and swirled my tongue, hollowed my cheeks as I changed the suction every now and then. I made him forget what I was doing until he felt my fingers against his opening again. “Now, love… don’t be nervous. Trust me,” I pleaded. Jared let out a shaky, hesitant breath, but he nodded. I spread more lube on him, making sure he was coated with it inside. “Think about this, love. I’ll be putting my hand there, the lube is mixing with my cum inside you…,” I purred at him, and to my surprise, his cock twitched a little. Maybe this would work after all? Again I started to stretch him, like I hadn’t done it already. He wasn’t loose by any means, but it was easier now that he had relaxed most of the original tension from his body. When I was adding fingers, one by one, I used my other hand to stroke his cock, only to let go when I added lube to my gloved hand.

Unwind | Tia Fielding | 16 “Let go, love, it’s just you and me,” I whispered to him when he tensed a little as I started to stretch him with four fingers. I kept talking to him, telling how much I loved him, how much I wanted and needed him, and how well he was doing, and somehow, he stayed relaxed. When I turned my hand, brushing his prostate on purpose, he gasped a little and tensed, but then he relaxed again. “Good boy, you should see how this looks, your body taking me in like this. You’re so tight around my fingers, love, so tight.” I kept the words flowing, easing my hand into him bit by bit. “Now here’s my thumb, you need to concentrate now, Jared,” I said quietly, soothingly, as I stroked his cock, smearing the lube all over him. Tightening my fist, I began to sweep my thumb over the slit every now and then. He was panting now, moaning, and the sheen of sweat on him was shining in the lights of our bedroom. He looked gorgeous, and I wished he could see himself like this, how there was nothing to be ashamed of while surrendering himself to me. After a few moments I could feel his muscles around my fingers relax even more. Consciously, I tried to make my hand as small as I could, and all of a sudden his body pulled me in. We both froze for a moment. Our eyes connected, and then we smiled at each other, both releasing the breaths we had been holding in. “I can feel your heartbeat,” I said, and he blinked at me.

Unwind | Tia Fielding | 17 It was like he wanted to really feel what was happening. What I was doing. “I’ll curl my fingers now,” I told him after a moment, and I made a fist inside him. He gasped as I turned my hand, twisted my fist left and right, brushing his prostate with every turn. I could tell he was shocked at how it felt. “How is it?” I asked, breathless from the concentration. I was still determined not to hurt him. “It’s… I….” He tried to form words, but his throat sounded parched, and he just smiled at me. “Can you help me?” I asked; he looked at me, puzzled. “Reach down here and guide my hand so that you know I’m doing exactly what you need me to.” I kept my fist where it was but angled myself so that he could reach for me without moving much at all. He started with slowly showing me to twist my hand a bit, which I did gladly. Then he bit his lower lip and began to move my arm back and forth, slowly and carefully at first. When he let go and carefully leaned back to the pillows, I kept going. “More…,” he breathed after a while, looking dazed, more lost in the act than I’d ever seen him. “Like this?” I asked and fucked him faster, keeping the thrusts so that my hand was rubbing his prostate with every movement. “Yes… yes… fuck… Sam!” he screamed, and when his muscles clamped down on my wrist, I couldn’t have moved my hand had I wanted to.

Unwind | Tia Fielding | 18 It was unlike anything I had ever felt before, like he was gripping me and not wanting to let me go ever again. He came for the second time, spurting jets of cum up to his shoulder and neck as I watched with fascination. He had never come so hard before, I was sure of it. When he slowly came down, his body kept shivering and trembling every now and then. “I’m going to pull out now,” I told him as a warning, and he nodded a little. As I eased my hand out of him, I felt a loss; I’d never felt quite like this before. Like the connection we shared was now incomplete. I let him bask in the afterglow of all that had happened as I cleaned us both up. He looked so relaxed and happy it made my heart swell in my chest. When I finally crawled up to him, he wrapped an arm around me and pulled me close. He opened his mouth to me greedily, taking deep kisses as I was giving them to him, not trying to dominate the kissing at all. It was all very loving, calm and slow, all about reconnecting in this more romantic way after what we had just done. I’d never felt closer to him than I did that moment. “Any other surprises?” he asked in a hoarse tone before kissing my forehead gently. “No… well Nicky’s dropping by in an hour or so,” I said casually, and he spluttered for a moment, pulling away from me, shocked out of his mind. “Relax, love. I’m not trying to turn this into a threesome with the twinky bus boy,” I snorted, and then I couldn’t quite stop laughing.

Unwind | Tia Fielding | 19 “Damn you, Sam,” Jared said, trying to sound annoyed, but I could tell he was close to laughing himself. “Just thought you’d like Felix’s cooking after your ordeal…,” I managed to say as I wiped tears off my face. “You’re one cocky motherfucker, aren’t you, Sam? Planning this as if you knew I’d go through with it.” Jared sighed as he pulled me even closer and gave me a squeeze. “Nope, but I’m one cocky Jared-fister, aren’t I?” I said, and I escaped from the bed and his arms while he stared blankly as I ran to the bathroom to start the shower.

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TIA FIELDING lives in a peaceful little town in a small country in northern Europe. She loves nature, her horses, cats, and even the yappy little thing that occasionally gets called a dog. Tia learned to read before she went to school at the age six and began writing as soon as she figured she had stories to tell around the mature age of seven. Stories about horses, adventures, and ghosts might have turned into hot GLBTQ-romance, but she still has a wicked imagination and, hopefully, more stories to tell. Visit her at http://www.tiafielding.com and by Twitter @tiafielding.

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