Memories (Explicit)

Roles Reversed

(aka The One Where Timothée Dominates Armie)

The night Armie had tied Timothée to the bedpost had been quite a decisive night for the younger man. The things he felt, he had never experience before and the thoughts that run through his head had yet to leave. One of this thoughts came right after he was tied up and teased by Armie; how would the older man feel –and look- if he wasn't the one being in control of the entire situation?

Timothée would never admit, but he had been plotting the events of that night for quite a while and he was desperate to put into practice; he choose one night in particular, a night where everyone was involved in the celebrations of one of the crew member's birthday, a night no would give two shits if he and Armie happened to disappear halfway into the middle of night.

Part of Timothée was slightly scared, though, he might have been planning this for a while, but Armie was still unaware of all that was supposed to go down. Now sitting beside Armie as everyone talked –loud and over one another-, Timothée had his hand inside Armie's jeans, his skinny skillful fingers jerking the older man's penis as he tried to maintain a straight face in front of everyone else.

"You have seriously developed a kink for doing this kind of thing in public, haven't you," whispered Armie as Timothée shrugged his shoulders.

"Apparently I can't keep my hands to myself when it comes to you"

Armie bit his lip; the look on Timothée's face and the tight grip he had on his cock was starting to get the best of him. He needed some kind of release. "Let's go outside, where you might be able to finish this properly," he said as Timothée took his hands out of the older man's jeans.

"I don't think so," he said as Armie arched an eyebrow.

"What?"

"Meet me in my apartment in a few minutes, I'll be waiting"

Armie couldn't help but smile; Timothée had never acted like that, taking charge of a situation and that was indeed arousing the older man. Well, more than he already was.

He waited a few minutes before excusing himself of the table and walked out of Luca's apartment, down the street and straight to their complex and Timothée's apartment. The minute he walked in though, Armie was aware Timothée had something planned; the younger man was already half naked and he couldn't help but notice the rope –the same one he himself had used nights before- lying by the pillow. What the hell Timothée was thinking?

"Timmy, what is going on?"

"Lock the door, take off your clothes and kneel down"

Armie arched an eyebrow, "excuse me?"

"Lock the door, take off your clothes and kneel down," repeated Timothée as he saw Armie's face start to flush and the bulge in his jeans grow even more, "you're not the one in charge tonight, Mr. Hammer"

Armie was sure aroused at the sudden change to Timothée's behavior, yet the man was used to being the one taking control of things –with Timothée or any other sexual partner he had had- and to suddenly be expected to act as a submissive was kind of scary.

"Do I need to say it again?"

The older man shook his head; he locked the door behind him and took a few steps closer to Timothée. He removed his clothes, his blue eyes stuck on his younger lover's eyes and he could see Timothée's breathing getting shallow as he licked his lips. Apparently now Timothée knew exactly what Armie felt when he was the one in charge.