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Chapter 1
Richard wasn't sure exactly what sparked it off, a look, a tone of voice, a touch, but something had changed between him and Jeremy. There was a charged atmosphere, even though no-one else had noticed. There was the authoritarian tone when he assigned a particular piece to Richard in a production meeting. The instruction to get him a drink, rather than a request. The not exactly a suggestion to wear a specific shirt for studio filming, the fire in Jeremy's eyes when he spotted him wearing it and the resulting warmth in him. His texts seemed a bit different from before. He felt confused but assumed that Jeremy had a lot on his mind and was forgetting what few manners he had. He didn't really know how to say something to him and it wouldn't be likely that James would have noticed anything.
Tomorrow wear a white shirt and navy waistcoat for filming. J
The text arrived on Tuesday evening, Wednesday was filming in the hanger studio with the audience.
Why are you telling me what to do? I do know how to dress myself He replied, a bit hacked off.
Try following instructions and see what happens. J
Why should I?
Because I asked you to. I want to see you dressed like that. J
Ok, he has finally lost it, the old man, but a happy Jeremy was easier to live with and tended not to pull any stupid stunts in front of the audience. Richard shook his head as he went to review his wardrobe, he vaguely remembered a waistcoat but was there a clean white shirt as well? Rummaging around he located both, hanging them with fresh jeans, on the outside of the door ready for the morning. He returned to the lounge and sat, script in hand, sipping his G&T, trying to focus on work. On his way to bed, he noticed the clothes. He shook his head, wondering why he'd decided to play along with Jeremy's increasing strange behaviour, but getting decidedly curious about the cryptic answer. Sleep was slow coming that night.
The next day Richard walked into the portakabin, finding Jeremy already sprawled on the sofa.
"Morning, Jez. James here yet?" He greeted him lightly, his coat still fastened up. Jeremy just shook his head and raised one eyebrow, indicating to Richard to take off his coat. Richard look straight into Jeremy's eyes and slowed unzipped his coat to reveal the white shirt and navy waistcoat.
"Good boy," Jeremy was off the sofa, pressing him against the door with such a forceful kiss that almost bruised his lips and definitely took his breath away. Grinding against him, he played with Richard's hair, owning the kiss, then as suddenly as he'd pounced, pulled away. Richard slumped, chest heaving and utterly speechless. All he could do was watch Jeremy return to the sofa looking as if nothing had happened, open-mouthed. He then stumbled forward as James came barreling through the door.
"Sorry Hammond, not your best choice of places to stand."
"Why don't you make yourself useful and put the kettle on?" Jeremy suggested. Richard found himself heading for the kitchen, before he's started to think about it. He filled the kettle, switched it on and his brain finally caught up. He ran his fingers through his hair, his scalp still tingling from Jeremy doing the same then groaned as he realised how hard he was, trying to rearrange himself to make it less obvious. He could only hope James hadn't noticed. He manoeuvred his phone out of his pocket and found a text waiting,
Did you like your reward? J
What the hell...
Keep following my instructions and the rewards get better. J
Taking deep breaths and focusing on making tea, he calmed down and carried them through.
"Thanks Hammond," James accepted his cup. Jeremy nodded his thanks. Richard sat down in a chair, not trusting himself to share the sofa with him, just watching him wide eyed. James was whittering on about some war programme he'd watched the previous night, recommending to Jeremy that he watch it. Richard's mind was a swirl of confusion, looking at Jeremy, his mate, co-presenter, colleague, the man who'd just kissed him so forcefully and pressed himself against him. The man who'd suddenly started telling him what to do by text. The man who'd just turned him on so much with one kiss it had been painful. What on earth was going on?
Richard tried to act normally, focusing on work and usual motions of a studio day. He couldn't help throwing glances at Jeremy when off camera, who was acting as if nothing had happened. The filming went well and all too soon Richard found himself back in the portakabin again. He'd just sat down on the sofa when his phone buzzed.
You looked so hot today. J
His jaw dropped again but his stomach tingled and pulled.
Are you trying to wind me up Jez because seriously this isn't funny?
I'm not playing games, but I do want to. I really want to play with you. J
Oh god, what on earth did that mean? Whatever it did he couldn't help feeling excited and turned on.
Go home and I will see you there in an hour. J
Richard bit his lip, his heart thumping, but he couldn't not follow the instruction. He was heading out of the door, having grabbed his coat, when James arrived.
"Coming to the pub Hammond? Jezza is acting like an old fart and crying off."
"Sorry James I've got something I have to do tonight, need to head off myself."
"Hot date?"
"Ha ha, column deadline, didn't finish it last night, one too many G&Ts."
"Ok well have a good one."
Richard scurried off out the door to his car and tried not to speed, getting back to his flat in 45 minutes.
He sat on his sofa questioning why he'd followed Jeremy's instructions as well as why doing it excited him so much. There was a small part of him that liked being told what to do. Jeremy was the strongest personality of the three of them and he liked to take charge, whether it was in meetings or pranks, he had always been happy to follow his lead. This was different though, nothing to do with the job or the three of them, was different bad? Not sure it was. Exactly an hour after the text, his buzzer went. He pressed the release without even checking it was Jeremy. He'd barely opened the flat door before he was pushed against the wall by a very solid Jeremy.
"Never let anyone in here without checking first," he growled in Richard's ear before nipping the lobe sharply, "you put yourself at risk and I won't have you endangered." He then kissed Richard quickly and released him, grinning broadly. He strode into the lounge and settled himself on the sofa. Richard couldn't help but follow him and sit down next to him. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, still trying but failing to find something to say. He looked at Jeremy, looking smug, relaxed and well larger than life and finally found his tongue.
"What the bloody hell are you playing at Clarkson?" The smirk grew and Jeremy drew a finger delicately down the side of Richard's face, causing an involuntary shiver.
"You are what I'm playing at. I am in the market for a plaything and you'd fit my purposes perfectly." Richard moaned, he couldn't help himself, the idea had gone straight to his groin, and he crossed his legs.
"Don't hide yourself," the tone was a command, as was the hand helping his legs uncross, the sound only made the situation even more obvious.
"Now isn't that a lovely sight," Jeremy licked his lips and ran a finger lightly over the large bulge in Richard's jeans, whose head fell back against the sofa.
"But, but," Richard couldn't string a sentence together.
"From time to time I enjoy playing and find myself without a suitable plaything. You've been responding so beautifully to my little test, I got the impression you might be game." Richard gulped.
"When you say play..." he attempted to ask.
"I mean use in ANY way I feel like, and there are so many ways I feel like," Jeremy replied laciviously. "You have no idea what I could show you or make you feel."
"Is the moment to point out that I'm straight and thought you were too?"
"Based on your reaction to my touch, are you sure you are?" Jeremy cocked an eyebrow. "As for me, I might date women but I prefer male playthings."
"Oh..." Richard whispered. He was feeling way out of his depth but part of him wanted to know more. A small part of him had always questioned just how straight he was, sure he'd experimented in college, but didn't everyone? At this moment, he was so aroused any relief would be worth it, he'd worry about who and how it might happen later. The wolfish, predatory look on Jeremy's face was being directed at him and it was hot, he wasn't sure he could get more aroused. He whimpered, all he could think was the need to come. He couldn't meet Jeremy's eyes for long, the intense blue gaze sweeping over him, and stole a glance at Jeremy's crotch. He was delighted to see that Jeremy was in a similar situation and bit his lip.
"Tempted are you?" Jeremy stroked himself through his jeans, luxuriating in the sensation and the sound of the moan from Richard. Richard couldn't help but nod slowly, not trusting himself to speak as a squeak was the most he was likely to be able to produce.
"You'd let me play with you?" He nodded again. "Normally I'd spend time going through ground rules, agreements, limits, safe words and so on but I suspect we are both not really in that kind of mindset so why don't I give you a taster of what you could expect? The one thing I will say is that you need to trust me."
"I do trust you Jez, you confuse me but you've always had my back and protected me and I know you'd never hurt me." Richard finally found his voice.
"Well not tonight but I might hurt you, but only if you agree to it, and within limits we set. Right now please can I play with you?" Jeremy trailed his fingers lightly down Richard's arm, setting him trembling and his skin feel like it was on fire.
"Yes," Richard whispered, surrendering to whatever Jeremy planned, which surely must include an orgasm.