Beautiful Losers - Part Twenty Three

Looking back on it now, perhaps we were all hideously irresponsible. But at the time, I'm sure we were convinced that we were the only truly enlightened individuals on the planet. Love makes you believe in its own absolute benevolence and its ability to answer any question.

Jean wanted to be rid of his ghosts, Sebastian wanted to be trusted, and I - to this day I still haven't got the slightest clue as to why I did what I did. All of us, Jean most of all, seemed to be sure that overcoming this one dumb hurdle, would exorcise all the monsters that frightened him, everything that made him question what he was.

But damage like that is never healed in a moment, an act, a day. We're made and unmade over time. Perhaps, though, we made a start.

"Jean," I said, moving closer, letting my fingertips glide over his cheek. His eyes had lost their focus again. "I know how much this scares you, but unless you use your safeword, you don't get a choice in this. Sebastian is going to fuck you, because I'm going to make sure he does."

Yet another whimper emerged from Jean's lips and I trailed my tongue across them to let him know that I knew, I'd heard. "No matter how much you struggle, or scream, or tense up. It's completely out of your control."

I was momentarily distracted by the slow, wet sounds Sebastian was making between Jean's legs, administering long, lazy licks to Jean's semi-erect cock. Equally distracted, Jean craned his neck to look down his body with a mixture of pleasure and apprehension.

"No!" I snapped, giving Jean's cheek a small, sharp slap to focus his attention. "Don't look at him. He does what I say. Understood?"

"Okay," he peeped.

"That's better, my sweet, sweet boy. Now, Sebastian is going to push his fingers back inside your tight little ass, and you can fight all you want, but it isn't going to make a difference."

Before the words had left my mouth, Jean gasped and arched his back. His slender frame moved and tensed with each penetration. The metal clips on the cuffs jingled, Jean's breath came laden with sobs that ceased abruptly when Sebastian swallowed his cock.

"He's going to make you so hot, and so hard," I whispered in Jean's ear, "and you're so completely helpless to stop him. Tell him to stop, Jean. Go on, tell him."

"Stop." The first attempt was almost silent, but Jean arched his back again. "Stop! Sebastian, please, stop!" He looked at me with wild, scared eyes. "Make him stop! Tell him to stop it."

I smiled at Jean, and kissed his cheek, pressing my lips to him firmly even as Sebastian moved him. "No, my little angel. I'm not going to do that. You're just going to have to take it."

Glancing down, one quick look told another story altogether. This time, Jean's reactions were reversed. His brain might have been saying no, but his body was clearly not adverse to what was happening to. When Jean began to shudder, Sebastian pulled off his cock with a liquid kiss. The proof of Jean's arousal budded in translucent beads that chased each other in viscous droplets down the side of his shaft. His chest rose and fell in quick, desperate breaths and his eyes fixed on mine.

"I shouldn't," Jean said in a quiet, raspy voice, "like this."

"Mm-m. You should, my angel." I nuzzled my face to his neck. "You really should. Because I want you to."

"Do you? Really?" Jean's head turned towards mine, his cheek pressing mine, soft panting breaths brushing over my ear. Sebastian had resumed his lavish attentions, his hands lifting Jean's hips, his mouth engulfing Jean's cock.

"I do. Now be a good boy, and ask Sebastian to fuck you."

Jean mewed and writhed, but I held his upper body still with my arm. "I...I can't."

"Don't tell me that. " My fingers found his small erect nipple and I pinched it hard. It's not what I want to hear."

"I can't!" he yelped. "I fucking can't!" Another strong shudder overtook him, and he moaned. "Please, Shira."

I pinched again, harder this time, eliciting another loud yelp. Sebastian pulled of his cock immediately, grinning, as if he were enjoying this strange game of cat and mouse tremendously.

"But you want him to, don't you?" I coaxed, rubbing the nipple I'd hurt.

"No!" panted Jean. "No!"

"Yes!" I insisted. "You want it. I know you do. His big, thick, hard cock. You want it - so say it!"

Glancing up, nodding to Sebastian, I would have preferred it if he hadn't been quite so damn energetic about the way he lifted Jean's ass on to his thighs and spread his legs. But Sebastian was Sebastian - bodies were for positioning as far as he was concerned.

"Oh god...please... Don't let him!" Jean was truly tugging now, jerking his wrists against the cuffs. "Shira, god... don't let him hurt me." He was working himself up into a panic. Surprisingly his cock was still rock hard.

I cupped his face firmly in both my hands and stared down into his frightened eyes. "Take a breath!" I demanded. "He's not going to hurt you unless you make him."

Jean whimpered something I couldn't understand.

"TAKE A BREATH!"

He flinched, opened his mouth and inhaled.

"Good! And another."

After exhaling the first, he took another deep breath.

"Lovely, good boy," I said encouragingly, kissing his forehead. "One more, Jean." There were tears in the corners of his eyes. And for a moment, my determination wavered as I kissed one away.

Jean took one more deep breath and let it out slowly. "Please, don't be mad at me, Shira."

"Oh, you know I'm not, sweetheart."

I felt that same, odd mixture of arousal and sadness as I kissed his mouth, knowing, as his lips tensed, that Sebastian was easing the head of his cock inside him. I reached up for Jean's nearest, bound, hand and laced my fingers into his.

"Sh-sh, relax. Tell him 'yes'," I murmured against his lips.

"Oh...my...god..." The soft bursts of air formed by his words warmed my mouth.

"Mm-m. Tell him 'yes', angel."

Jean's body twitched hard, his eyes shut tight, the fingers threaded through mine fluttered and clutched. "Uh...yes...yes..."

"Lovely," I whispered. "Just perfect."

I turned my head to watch Sebastian kneeling between Jean's legs. He was wearing the hottest half-smile I'd ever seen, and his eyes were almost closed as he inched his hips forward and then back, slowly, carefully. It was very unlikely that I'd ever get the chance to see Sebastian being quite so restrained and un-Sebastian-like again.

The tension of his control showed in the muscles of his chest and stomach, and there was a subtle twitch at the side of his jaw, like proof of some trapped demon that was telling him to thrust hard.

Still, Jean fought to keep breathing, to keep the fear at bay, with every inch of cock Sebastian eased into him. "Open your eyes, Jean," I whispered, tucking a pillow under his head. "Look at him, tell him 'yes'."

It was Sebastian who looked up first, and it was impossible not to see the hesitation in his own eyes. But Jean stared back, and his fingers, still enlaced in mine, relaxed.

"Yes," whispered Jean.

Sebastian smiled and curled his fingers around Jean's erection. "Fuck, you feel good."

That's when I suddenly felt like the fairy godmother whose job was sort of done. I reached up and unclipped the hook on Jean's wrists, releasing him, and curled up beside him, my head resting on his chest.

I felt an odd lightness as I the ghost of Elsa left me and I went back to just being me. Sliding my eyelids closed and feeling Jean move beside me as they fucked. I could hear every breath, every small note of pleasure and feel each shudder that washed over Jean's body. It wasn't quite like being Jean, but it was as close as I was ever going to get.

I opened my eyes as a Jean groaned and erupted in Sebastian's hand, spattering the skin of his belly with wet heat. Moments later, Sebastian eased his cock out of Jean's ass. He hadn't come.

Smirking at me as he peeled off the condom, Sebastian let it drop to the floor. Only later did I realized that he had denied himself out of altruism, out of love. It was his sacrifice.

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