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It feels a little mean to be doing this with Hal rather than John. Hal’s never really given any indication that he wants anything… complicated – at least not with Guy – although he agreed to help fast enough when asked.
John wants it a little too much, is the thing. It’s too much pressure for something Guy is not at all sure he’s going to enjoy. Hal’s got enough experience to be useful but he’s not going to give a fuck if Guy has to chicken out halfway through. And he’s casual about it, too – makes a couple of suggestions about what Guy might want, doesn’t seem attached to any of them, and above all doesn’t make Guy explain why exactly he’s having this conversation with him and not with John. He probably knows, of course. They all know each other far too well for him to not have noticed.
Guy just doesn’t like upsetting his partner, is all. Any of his partners, actually (except maybe Hal sometimes), but especially John. And if he asked John to try something out, John would make him talk about it, and plan it out, and if he hated it (which he thinks he might) then John would think it was something he did wrong and not just a thing Guy was learning about himself.
So that’s why he’s sprawled over Hal’s lap, completely naked and trying very very hard not to chicken out before they even start. Hal had asked him if he wanted his hand or a paddle, and he’d picked the paddle almost at random, not sure what the correct answer was. He’d expected it to be a construct, though, and is weirdly thrown when Hal pulls a small leather paddle out of a bedside drawer.
He must make a face or something, and Hal chuckles.
“You want a construct instead?”
“It’s fine.” He mutters. “Just wasn’t expecting it, is all.”
Hal trails the paddle over his ass, letting him get used to the feel of it. “I’m a little old-fashioned.”
Guy snorts. “A little?”
The paddle cracks down on his ass without warning, making him gasp and leaving a stinging, burning sensation behind. It’s not unpleasant, despite how much it hurts – and it does actually hurt. Hal’s clearly not holding back.
“You sure you’re in a position to be running your mouth, Gardner?”
“Sorry.” He says, without thinking about it, and flushes when he realises that it was out loud.
Hal chuckles again. “Nah, not yet you’re not.”
He opens his mouth to reply, but all that comes out is a quiet yelp as Hal cracks the paddle down again, twice. His ass feels like it’s on fire already, just from three strikes, a burning feeling that seems to be going straight to his cock.
Shit. He might actually be into this.
“You alright?”
He nods, face buried in his arms, not entirely trusting his voice. Hal takes him at his word and hits him again, and again, and again, paying no apparent attention to the little groans he can’t hold back when a hit catches on sore skin. It hurts more than he expected it to – he’s been in enough fights that he’s used to taking a hit, but this feels different.
When Hal next gives him a break, he pants into his arms for a few moments before looking back at the other man. The paddle trails over his ass, feeling oddly cool on heated skin.
“That’s ten.” Hal grins. “You’re more into this than you thought, aren’t you?”
One of the legs Guy’s spread over moves and he realises he’s hard, cock pressing against Hal’s thigh. He flushes again and doesn’t reply.
Hal scrapes the edge of the paddle over his skin. “You’re not getting any more unless you ask for it.”
“Asshole.” He pants.
“Sure.”
Hal waits him out, letting him figure out what to say. If he wants to ask for more. He definitely wants more, but the asking for it doesn’t feel great. God, he wasn’t supposed to be into this. He was supposed to just be trying it out to make sure, so he knew he’d have to turn John down if it came up again, and there would have been an end to it. Instead...
“More.” He eventually mumbles into his arms.
The paddle cracks down twice more, harder than before, making him yelp. And then stops.
Hal’s still smiling when he turns to look at him, the glint in his eyes and half-hard cock pressed against Guy’s stomach making it obvious that he’s enjoying himself as much as Guy is.
He raises an eyebrow. “Done?”
Guy shakes his head and Hal smirks.
“Yeah, I didn’t think so. How many do you want?”
“Just… keep going?”
Hal laughs. “Sure, babe. Squeal when you’re done.”