modern AU, kind of?

“I swear, this crazy bitch is trying to freeze the nuts off of me.” Jack shivered, chilly even with the dense suiting of his tuxedo covering him from head to toe.

“I dunno if she’s trying, but…I sure am glad I decided not to wear a ballgown,” Rhys mused, cradling a warm cup of tea as he gazed forlornly at the open bar. He was still debating whether or not to suck it up and grab a drink anyway. Maybe if he acted flirty enough the bartender would go through the trouble of making him a hot toddy.

It definitely felt a good couple degrees cooler than the average ballroom. And the decor—all blue and white and navy—didn’t help much either, though a part of him felt pleased his tuxedo matched the cool theme. Maybe the temperature it was to ensure the large ice sculpture of Aurelia Hammerlock in the center of the ball didn’t melt?

“I’m telling you, she’s got it out for me. She complained about the heater last time she visited Hyperion. This is revenge.” Jack scowled, spying the the baroness’s signature hairstyle above the crowd of guests.

“Hey…even if it’s a little cold, I came here to have a good time. Don’t go getting into any fights,” Rhys admonished, tugging Jack away from the crowd and near one of the smaller stairwells branching off of the main ballroom. Rhys slid his finger over the glossy face of the watch wrapped around Jack’s wrist, feeling how his pulse quickened underneath.

“Oh? What, you gonna warm me up, kitten?” Jack winked, sufficiently distracted as Rhys tucked them both behind the ornate banister, out of sight from the rest of the party.

“If that’ll stop you from making a scene…sure.” Rhys pushed on Jack’s shoulders until he sat upon one of the carpeted steps, his tuxedo tails trailing out between his spread legs. Rhys was happy he’d been able to sway Jack away from the bright yellow tux to a more respectable charcoal black. Accents of gold in the lapel and pocket square looked much nicer.

Rhys got down on his knees a couple steps below Jack, leaving his head more or less level with his groin. He fiddled with the fly of his pants, drawing it down and letting Jack’s clothed cock push free. Rhys plucked the waistband halfway down, easy to cover up should someone try coming up or down the stairs.

He kissed the side of Jack’s cock, tongue flicking out from between his lips to trail along the skin. The din of the party echoed around them, Aurelia’s high laughter a standout. Rhys felt Jack tense under his hands.

“Easy…” Rhys murmured, trailing his lips up the side of Jack’s cock to the top, where he took it into his mouth. Thankfully, that seemed to do the trick, distracting Jack from his grudge as Rhys easily pushed half of his length into his mouth.

“Ooh, kitten,” Jack breathed, hand reaching out to grasp the back of Rhys’ head. Gelled hair crackled under his fingers as Jack pulled him in closer, causing Rhys to brace a knee on a higher step.

It didn’t take long to get Jack coming down his throat, the CEO relaxing as all tension drained out of him. Rhys sucked it all down without spilling a drop, dabbing his lips with his pocket square before deftly tucking it back against his chest.

“Better?” Rhys purred as he zipped Jack back into his pants, only for the CEO’s grip in his hair to tighten and yank him up into a passionate kiss.

“Now? Yes.” Jack licked his lips when he pulled away, patting the side of his head. “Thanks to my little personal heater.”

Jack had acquired more than just the Atlas company in the takeover.

Honestly, it didn’t totally surprise him that the pretty, well-dressed young man that’d been presented to him as the CEO was little more than a figurehead. In the past, Jack had always been shied away from meeting properly with him, and when he eventually did, all the executives spoke in his stead. Learning his main job was just to sit still and model for advertisements wasn’t much of a shock.

It didn’t bother Jack, though. In fact, he immediately put the ex-CEO to work.

“You know what, Rhysie? Think you’re really moving up in the world.” Jack kept his palm tightly clamped over the young man’s bare thigh. “This is a lot better than being ogled by a bunch of decrepit executives, huh?”

Rhys barely whimpered, sitting stiffly  in Jack’s lap, nervous in his hands. The Hyperion CEO had bound him up in a pretty little straightjacket made of shiny black latex. It bound his arms together in front of him, rendering him completely immobile from the waist up. He straddled one of Jack’s upper thighs, kept balanced only by Jack’s hands and the thick cock pushed up inside of him. Gold rings and buckles decorated the jacket, as did a bright yellow Hyperion logo just above the two holes cut-out to expose Rhys’ pecs.

“Not very vocal though. Those guys probably wanted you to keep you mouth shut, hm?” Jack’s other hand drifted up from Rhys’ waist, tracing over the belt running vertically along his sternum. “We’ve gotta work on that, babe. Jack wants to hear just how he makes you feel.”

He shifted his hips, testing. He could feel Rhys shivering as the cock inside of him moved, pushed a little deeper. Jack didn’t mind taking things slow, warming Rhys up to his new destiny as Jack’s perfect toy. Those Atlas creeps had been squandering him, or at least not giving him the ride he deserved. Rhys just needed some time to learn how to keep up with a man like Handsome Jack.

“Easy does it, sugar…” Jack crooned into the young man’s ear as he sensually rolled his hips beneath Rhys’ ass, enough to unbalance him just a bit and forcing him to rely on the pressure of Jack’s palm to stay upright. A smile crawled across his face when a particularly solid thrust finally drew a proper moan out of Rhys’ wet lips.

“There we go. You sound so frikkin’ pretty.” Both of Jack’s hands now moved to grip Rhys’ hips, lifting him up until his cock-head barely sat inside. Jack watched the way his slick hole quivered in anticipation.

“Lets crank it up a notch.”

Rhys really liked the feeling of the bodysuit against his skin.

Though he would’ve preferred a nice blue design to contrast with the tight black latex, yellow suited him just fine. Besides, color was secondary to how the fabric sucked him in just right, clinging to his thighs and supporting his ass. He felt lithe and limber and sexy, drawing Jack’s eyes as he walked around him in a tight circle.

“You really are a pretty boy, aren’t you…” Rhys purred as he leaned over Jack’s shoulder, fingers trailing along the back of his chair. Jack wasn’t bound but kept his hands in his lap on Rhys’ command, unable to make the first move nor touch him at all until Rhys said so.

“A lot more well-behaved than I thought you’d be…usually you’re real bad about touching things without permission.” He slid around to Jack’s front, slick and supple in his suit as he stuck his boot right between his spread legs. He pressed his toe forward, feeling the bulge forming in Jack’s crotch. He grunted, his hands lacing tighter in his lap, but he managed to keep his cool. Rhys’ cock twitched within the tight confines of his suit, pleased at Jack’s resolve—and his subservience.

“Okay. I’m bored with the game now,” Rhys said as he settled his boot back onto the floor, only to pull himself up onto the chair a moment later, his knees digging into the seat on either side of Jack’s thighs to bring his crotch almost level with his mouth. Rhys felt thankful most of his height was in his legs. He only had to pull Jack’s head down a little bit to get his lips pressed up against the glossy bulge in his suit.

“There we go…” Rhys tightened his fingers in Jack’s hair as he finally parted his lips to suck against his groin, tongue pressing and lapping against the fabric until it grew wet and shiny. Rhys moaned, latex in the folds of his suit squeaking slightly as he shifted and squirmed atop his lover. Though separated by the thin layer of fabric he could still feel the pressure and pliability of Jack’s tongue working him over, encouraging his cock to full hardness. It had little space to grow with how tight Rhys’ suit was, making him grind his groin against Jack’s mouth to gain more friction.

Coming in such a skin-tight outfit was probably a bad idea, but with Jack’s expert mouth and lips working it over, Rhys figured it was worth the post-coital shower.