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Paradise | kinktober 2024 | “hey, jim”

prompt: shibari

pairing: alex/one of my many girls

word count: 3290

song: “hey pretty” by poe

contains: strippers, double entendres, mentions of fiddler on the roof, lots of skin, shibari, and pegging

He always wondered why Jay never showed him what was in her overnight bag while they were over in Great Britain for the other tour dates on the Isles. She kept the one part of the bag in hiding, even as the three of them learned more about each other and gained to know one another with the passing of time and with each new tour date upon him and his band. This one part of her wardrobe that had been tucked away with a small sheet of canvas about the size of both of her hands put together.

Whenever he let his eyes wander over to that one spot on the other side of the room, he thought about asking her, and yet the time never manifested itself. It was that point he really began to feel like Tevye and he was held up by the hand of these two girls every night so far.

The whole thing felt so out of his reach especially when it was so new to him, but there had to be a way. He had found himself that far, he may as well keep it all going in the hours following that show in Bristol.

It was a cool night, one laced with rain and lightning and thunder to bring out the mood of the cathartic and hard music. He stood out there on the stage wrapped in solid black with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and those white sneakers to accentuate his feet and lower legs, the absolute star of the show. All five of them were in tip top shape, but he let his thick black curls fly about and his fingers creep and crawl about as if he was summoning the most intense inferno. The gray streak floated over the crown of his head like a little low cloud. All the while, Jay and Q watched him from the side of the stage with their hands clasped together as if they were waiting for him to step off the train.

He had the last laugh with the final solo of the night, and he leaned his little red guitar up against the amp. With one final wave to the audience, he padded off the stage and caught up with the two girls, both of whom threw their arms around him and held his slender, warm little body in unison. Q pressed her lips on the side of his face while Jay ran her hands down the middle of his back down to his hips.

“You were so good, baby,” Q declared right into his ear.

“Oh my god, that crowd!” he exclaimed, and he led them away from the side of the stage and towards the backstage area all so they could hear each other. His ears whirred with the wall of sound around him, especially once he took the plugs out of his ears and tossed them into the can on the side of the room.

He ran his fingers through his thick black curls, and then he looked on at both girls with his crooked little smile.

“Who wants a drink?” he offered them.

“A drink and a piece of pie,” Jay added.

“A piece of pie!”

“She’s been wanting a piece of pie all evening,” Q explained, and he chuckled at that.

“You know, getting off stage and I’m feeling kind of hungry myself,” he confessed with a gentle pat of his svelte slim belly.

“Yeah, you two want me to get us a pie?”

“Yes, please,” he replied.

“You know it,” Jay said to her, and Q scooped up her purse from the shelf next to the back door, and she slung it over her shoulder as soon as the words left her best friend’s lips. “Apple, too.”

“Apple, yes!” He clapped his hands at that, and Q headed out of there and into the night. The stage hands were already hustling and bustling about to pack everything in for the next show over in Cardiff, and as a result, his band mates had already left for their rooms for the night. Jay then turned to him with an adjusting of her purse strap.

“Alright, baby, let’s get back to the room,” she coaxed him with a rub of her hands together.

“I’m in need of a shower,” he replied, and he held the door for her. Jay surfaced out to the darkness of the back alley in the heart of Bristol, right as a gust of a cool breeze billowed his black curls back over his shoulders and sent a slight shiver down his spine. He walked side by side with her back to the sidewalk and the golden light that bathed the pavement from each of the iron lamps that lined the street. For a brief moment, he had forgotten where they had stayed, that is until Jay led him around the corner up the street and he recognized the pub next door, which was fully alive with a bunch of concertgoers going for their late night drink of beer. They skirted along the very back of the line, which had snaked out of the front door of the pub and across the street, and he held her hand as they walked closer to their hotel about two doors down.

Once they were in the front lobby of the hotel, the noise from the street and next door dropped away and he was left with a loud whirring in his ears.

“Whoa, it’s quiet,” he told her, and he nearly jumped at the sound of his own voice.

“It is,” Jay replied with a chuckle.

She took her room key out from under the elastic band of her cap, and she led him back to their room for the night, one of those big double rooms with a small window on the far side of the room and rich dark blue shag carpet which he knew for a fact was clean. He bowed into the bathroom for a splash of cold water in his face before he changed out of his clothes and bowed into the shower for the night, to which he undid the rest of the buttons of his shirt and let it hang open. He slung a clean soft white towel around the back of his neck, and then he bowed back out to the rest of the room only to find her changing her clothes, from the black leather jacket wrapped about her body to a little black velvet camisole, from black corduroy pants to simple little panties with white lacy garter belts, and from her raised up black Doc Martens to her simple bare feet, all of which came much to his surprise.

He gazed on at her overnight bag rested on the floor right by the foot of the bed, and the question crossed his mind right then. He was alone with her, and he had no idea where a bakery would be from the bakery, and thus, he had no idea where Q had even run off to. He sauntered up to his bed and kicked off the sneakers, and then he padded up behind her, and he rested his hands on her shoulders as if to comfort her.

Jay turned around to see him, and she showed him a little smile.

“So, I’ve been meaning to ask you this,” he began as he fixed the towel around the back of his neck. His long black curls had been tousled over his shoulder and they cascaded down onto his chest like the waves of the ocean, and Jay hesitated at the sight of him and the fine glow that shone on the side of his face. Even though he had splashed water on his face to cool himself down, he had barely broken out a sweat, despite having worked and played hard over the course of the evening: in fact, when he rested a hand on the side of his face, he could feel his own warmth radiating from his smooth skin.

“What’s in your bag?” he asked her with a slight cock to his head. “There’s this one part of it that seems hidden away, tucked away with a sheet of canvas and you don’t seem too keen to share it with me.”

Jay nibbled on her bottom lip right then, and he lowered his gaze to her chest, accentuated by the black velvet camisole as well as the black lace all along the neckline. He showed her a little smirk, and she gently rested her hands on his bare chest. Her fingers curled into the small sprigs of dark hair that sprouted up from his smooth skin.

Jay then raised herself up on her toes to kiss him on the side of the neck and then on his full lips. She turned back to her bag there on the floor, and she knelt down and opened the flap. He watched her unzip that canvas corner open, and she took out something long and pearly white. A long, white rope that seemed to shimmer and shine under the soft lamplight.

“I’ve actually been saving this as a special occasion for you,” she told him in a soft voice. “In fact, I’m a little surprised that I was even able to bring this with me over from New York.”

“For me?” He pointed at his chest.

“All for you,” she repeated, and then she shrugged her shoulders. “It was just finding the right moment for you.” She coiled up the rope and rested it on the foot of the bed right next to them, and then she closed the bag. She rounded him and headed over to the door: he watched her lock it, and then she gestured for him to come on closer to her. With a swallow, he gingerly walked over to the spindly chair which she presented him with from under the table next to the little dresser pressed up against the wall.

“Have a seat,” she told him, and he sank down in the chair, still with the towel around his neck. He placed his hands on the thin arms, complete with a curl of his fingers around the fronts.

Jay kept her cap on as she walked back to the bed for the rope.

“Will you be using this on me when we’re in Hawai’i?” he asked her.

“If you would like to,” she replied with a shrug of her shoulders. “If anything, this is just a little test run of the rope. I learned of the way in which to tie it all on you.”

He swallowed, and the butterflies welled up in his stomach far worse than the ones prior to his first concert since he met these girls. She showed him the rope and tightened it up right before her face.

“Okay. Now. I’m going to need you to hold still for me, baby.”

He never moved a muscle as she wrapped one part of the rope against the top of his wrist. Gently, she tied a slipknot upon the outside of his arm to begin securing him down. She moved the rope along the outside of his arm up to his elbow, where she pinned it down against his skin with her thumb at first. He saw that she was wrapping it around the base of his bicep and creating a cross on the outside.

Jay tugged on it to secure him down before she moved along to his shoulder and did the same thing there. She lay the rope across his shoulders and he wished he could see what she was doing, especially as she dropped the rope before his bare chest and began what appeared to be a chain of rope against his chest, albeit a chain with only one link right dead center of his skin. She wrapped the rope around to the back of the chair, and he noticed there was quite a bit left strewn across the floor.

“I feel like a pig being tied down to one part of the pen,” he confessed to her. Jay gently tightened the rope around his wrists. She then stood before his face, and he cracked her an unsure smile.

“May I?” she offered him.

“May you what?” he asked her, and she opened his pants for him, to which he raised his eyebrows at her. “Oh, yeah. Go ahead.”

He lifted his ass so she could take off his pants and his underwear for her own pleasure. He was out in the open for her.

She opened her lips and took a dip.

All the while, she peered up at him, and the brim of her paper boy cap accentuated the edge of her brow.

Her tongue slithered along his shaft as she moved her head closer to his body. He parted his lips ever so slightly, but then he let his mouth fall agape once she sunk her teeth into his smooth skin ever so slightly. Just a slight pinch, that little bit of pain that he knew could send him on his merry way.

And she let go of him and licked her lips.

“Sometimes I just need a taste,” she confessed to him with a shrug of her shoulders.

“Sometimes a taste is all you need,” he sputtered out.

“I kind of want to take the knotting a bit further,” she suggested. “Get you out of this chair and see how far you can take the feeling against your skin. Because I know that you like the feeling of my teeth on you.”

“Indeed I do,” he said, and he let out a low whistle.

“So you don’t mind if I take you out of this chair?”

“Go with your viscera,” he grunted out.

Carefully, she untied him and let him out of the chair, but no sooner had he stood up again, when Jay rested a hand on his shoulder as if to guide him back to the bed. She was guiding him back to the bed.

“Take off your pants, baby,” she told him, but rather than do that, he stood there with his pants undone and his slight erection hanging out before him like the first bloom of springtime. Jay reached down and pinched his ass, which in turn made him lunge forward a bit.

“Take ‘em off, baby,” she whispered right into his ear; her voice crept over him like a slithering snake, and he dropped his pants just from the shiver up his spine alone.

“My shorts, too, I assume?” he asked her with a break in his voice.

“You know you wanna,” she teased him, and he let his underwear fall to the floor as well. He stood there before the bed with nothing more than his black shirt hanging wide open to show off his body. And yet he knew that that made no difference once she guided him onto the bed on his hands and knees with his bare ass out in the open.

She lay his head down onto the bed and gently tugged his arms behind his back. He placed the side of his face on the comforter, much to his discomfort.

“Pillow—” he spat out.

“Would you like a pillow?”

“Please.” Jay lunged over to the head of the bed for one of the fluffy pillows, and she picked up his head and lay it back down on the pillow. He let out a low groan from the comfort under his head, but then there was the rope.

The half hitches around his wrists as well as a slipknot against his back.

“Here,” she breathed into his ear. “Let’s try this again.”

He could feel her binding him with small knots on his back and inside of his chest. There was something rather elegant about it, in the way that she was pinning him down and tying him with the smooth rope. It helped that the rope was in fact smooth, especially when she wrapped it around his left thigh, followed by his right. She helped him spread his knees apart so his ass was wide open and his dick hung down towards the top of the bed. He smeared his face inside the pillow so he could talk to her.

“This is going to be a regular thing, isn’t it,” he quipped to her.

“Again, it’s totally up to you, baby,” she told him, and she leaned in closer to his face for an absorption of his scent. He wished he could see the knots that she had done unto him, but he could feel them. He could feel the finesse and the feeling that he was being bound by art as well as a new thing that she had uncovered for them.

Jay then stepped away from the bed towards the dresser on the other side of the room. He could hear a drawer opening but he couldn’t see what she was doing or what she was getting out of there.

But he could feel her climbing onto the bed right behind him. Something smooth brushed against the inside of his thigh, smooth and long and thin.

“Okay. Now hold still.”

Not that he could in fact move, but he was still curious as to what she was doing back there.

“This is… ah!” He pinched his eyes shut and gasped from the feeling of something smooth and cold up against his bare ass. She rubbed it against him at first before she stuck the tip up inside his ass.

He could feel her reaching around his thigh to touch him. She slipped something inside while she fondled him from behind, and he could only arch his back and let out a loud cackle of laughter like that of a madman.

“Fucking hell, that tickles!” he sputtered.

“It tickles?”

He burst out into a fit of laughter at the feeling of the strap-on up his ass and her hand on his dick, and it was tricky with his face shoved into the pillow. But he laughed anyway. Jay started laughing as well, especially once she held onto his hips with both hands and thrust in hard into him. It was nothing he had ever experienced before but it also answered a question he had no idea he was asking.

They both laughed, especially when he could feel himself coming. Another hard thrust into his ass, and he lost his balance and fell on his side. Hair crossed his face, to which he spat out a few tendrils and cleared his throat. Jay clambered over him and hung over him with a big twinkle in her eye. Panting, he opened his eyes and gazed up at her. She brushed the hair out of his face and gently stroked his skin.

“Oh… oh, god.”

“How was that?” Jay asked him, and she stroked his forehead and brushed his bangs off to the side for a better look into his eyes.

“Interesting. But I did like it. Something about me being… tied up and restrained and yet it’s artistic and there was a way to it. It made me feel like more of a man than playing up on stage.” He rolled his head over the pillow and gazed up to the batches of glitter strewn over the ceiling. “Let’s do this again in Hawai’i,” he suggested to her in a breathy voice. “You and me again.”

“Of course!” she assured him, and she planted a gentle kiss on his forehead, and he showed her a sweet smile at that.

“Q need not know unless she wants to. Now, let’s get you out of this rope and await some pie.”

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