Opossum Nineteen

Grim turned his head on the arms he'd crossed over his pillow in order to glare at his mostly-closed door for the fourth time. It had only been about fifteen minutes, but he was already feeling uneasy about having left Ian tied up.

It was his normal go-to for punishments when dealing with someone from the BDSM community, but...

Sighing, he pushed himself up, then reached up and mussed his hair so badly that the gaming headphones he'd put on went tumbling to his blankets.

He was still frustrated, but he couldn't really consider himself mad. He hadn't been mad during that whole interaction, to be honest. Running a hand down his face, he clenched his teeth and groaned out a sigh, then forced himself to get his ass up off the bed.

His first few steps towards his door were stomps, but by the time he walked into Ian's bedroom, he'd pretty much calmed down completely.

Until, that is, he saw what awaited him.

It should have only taken him one glance to realize that the ropes weren't untied, leaving Ian's only possible means of escape as shifting, but for some reason, none of that even registered in Grim's mind.

All he noticed was that Ian was gone.

His heart immediately began thrumming against his ribs as he hurried into the living room, only to find it completely empty.

"Ian?" he questioned as he looked around, then doubled back to check the bathroom.

Not there, either...

"Ammo? Bubba?" he called out next as he did another lap of his small home, yet still came up empty.

He even checked to see if Bubba had gotten himself stuck in the refrigerator again, but the little vagrant was nowhere to be seen.

Hang on.

Walking over to the counter, his brow furrowed as he picked up Ian's keys, then Ammo's.

He then looked towards the door.

Their shoes are still here, too.

What the hell was going on?

He was just turning to go check the backyard when he heard his phone chime in his bedroom.

Without thinking he turned and immediately went to check it, but when the message appeared on his screen, he was even more confused about what was going on.

Ammo'sHoe: Ammo is resting at my house.

The man even sent his address a moment later.

"What in the ever loving hell is going on?"

Shaking himself out of his shock, Grim unlocked his phone and texted Harrison back.

Grim: Is Ian with him?

The man replied immediately, but not with the words Grim wanted to hear.

Ammo'sHoe: No, he isn't, and Ammo didn't mention him.

The fuck you mean he isn't?!

He was getting angry now, and he was three seconds away from calling the fuck face and telling him to bring his man home right away, but before his shaking fingers could start the call, he threw his phone on his bed and growled out his frustration.

There was no reason for Harrison to be hiding his Ian.

Grim stomped back into the living room, but then paused.

I tied him up...

The guy had said that he could, though!

He turned around and paced in front of the sofa.

But you left him tied up and alone.

He started heading back towards his phone, but stopped abruptly in the doorway to his room and grabbed his hair for a good hard pull.

"Where is my Ian?!"

Unsure of what to really do after checking the empty backyard, since Ian's phone was sitting on the counter, he ended up deciding that he'd just gone for a walk or to the store.

Thus, that left Grim in a trance-like state as he began to clean every inch of his house so that it would be spotless by the time his man came home.

Except when, after an hour, Ian didn't come home...

Then two hours went by...

By the third hour Grim had scoured the entire kitchen and bathroom, and had even washed Ian's laundry and bedding.

When all of that didn't bring his love home, he headed outside and ran a nearly two mile circle around the area... twice.

By the time he stepped back in the door on shaky legs, he was just about spent. Sweat ran down his face and bare torso as he blindly dropped his keys on the counter and wandered into the bathroom.

Instead of actually rinsing off in the shower, however, he decided that the only logical thing was to continue cleaning. Unfortunately, there was only one more thing to do... and it was his least favorite activity in the entire world, because it always set off his possum.

Well, it wasn't there now...

Thoroughly depressed, he grabbed his big vacuum cleaner and plugged it in, then turned it on.

Then it happened.

Screaming?

Looking around, he didn't see anything obvious and quickly turned the vacuum off.

I thought I heard...

It definitely hadn't been inside his head, because he doubted Ren would stay if his possum had somehow returned.

He waited a few moments to see if he heard anything, then pursed his lips and turned the vacuum back on.

An immediate screech sounded nearby, making him quickly switch the machine off again and shove it away as he ran to look behind the couch!

His mind couldn't even form logical words as he laid eyes on the terrified little opossum hunched behind his sofa, shivering like a leaf. Grim felt his entire body crumple to his knees as he shoved the entire sofa to the side, then pulled the terrified possum into his arms!

He was getting absolutely squished against Grim's sweaty chest... and he was absolutely fucking loving it! Unfortunately, the little possum was having a heart attack so he needed to try and deescalate the situation.

It's okay, sweetheart. He was just worried about you.

Of course, he knew that he was more worried that he'd run off, and not about his possum, but he wouldn't dare tell the poor thing that. It didn't seem to hear him, anyways, because every few seconds it gave out a stressed cry and alternated between trying to nibble at Grim's shoulder and playing dead.

Thankfully, Grim at least noticed that his attention was going to get them nowhere and eventually relaxed his hold a bit.

The man stared at his pretending possum for nearly a minute after that before realizing something and looking down.

"I'm still sweaty as hell," he grumbled to himself, then sighed.

His love then stood up and went to the bathroom to get the shower going, though he didn't actually set them down until he'd stepped inside the tub and closed the curtain.

The possum continued to play dead for a bit as Grim began washing himself, and since Ian couldn't do much about where his eyes were directed, he unabashedly watched the man.

Unfortunately, however, all good things had to come to an end and, after about three minutes, the opossum slowly got up and cautiously inched closer to a little spray of water that wasn't being stopped by Grim's body as the man turned to duck beneath it and rinse his hair.

Please look up little guy. Just this once! I'll never ask again!

His plea fell on deaf ears as the little marsupial reached forward and lightly swatted at the water like a curious cat.

It seemed a little startled by the actual feel of it and quickly shook off its paw, but it wasn't long before it was back at it, then even going as far as to start doing little stomps on the bottom of the tub in order to splash up little droplets.

It went back and forth over the next few minutes, making sure to stay out of Grim's way, but it was clear that the little guy was rather enjoying his time in the water.

I wonder if he's ever actually gotten to play in water.

Grim had said that all his possum ever did when it was out was play dead, so maybe this really was its first time getting to play.

It continued its little play session until Grim finished washing himself, but instead of turning off the water, like he expected him to, the guy simply moved to the back of the tub, then sat down to lean against it as if he were taking a bath.

Ian's heart melted at the sight, but the possum didn't seem nearly as interested. It just accepted that Grim wasn't mad at it and quickly went back to splashing in the much bigger space! The little guy put all of his effort into pouncing about now that he had more room, and happily squeaked and stomped to his heart's content.

By the time he was done, the water had gone cold, making his tired friend finally decide that it was time to rest and relinquish control. That left Ian sitting back on his heels, staring straight at a reclining Grim.

That wet body...

Those gorgeous muscles...

That handsome smirk...

He might just die from happiness, and embarrassment.

It took a lot  of effort to avert his gaze, but there was no way he could calm the blush covering him from head to toe, or his heart!

I'm such a pervert... but I just want a taste.

He was just about to reach up and tug at his hair to try and dislodge the idea when he heard Grim move a little, immediately drawing his full attention.

What he saw when he looked made Ian's mouth drop open from shock.

"You want it, right?" Grim asked as he held his own length in his one hand.

It was partially hard, but could definitely use some more attention.

I want it.

He really wanted it!

Realizing that he hadn't actually answered the man out loud, Ian quickly nodded his head!

"I want it! Please, I can make you feel good!"

He could see the curiosity behind Grim's eyes as the man watched him for several tense moments, but then, finally, he raised one eyebrow and tilted his head the slightest fraction.

"Then let's see what my Renegade can do."

There was zero hesitation!

Ian immediately moved closer until he could gently but firmly take Grim's length from him, then lean down to kiss its tip. He'd dreamed of being able to be this close to his love, and to actually be able to touch him?

It took everything in him not to pass out from happiness right then as he got himself situated and eagerly took the majority of Grim's length into his mouth.

The sudden moan he heard in response to the attention just spurred him on as his mouth and hands worked in unison to pleasure his man.

He honestly almost didn't need his hands since the entire thing nearly fit perfectly into his mouth, but he wanted to make sure that he was doing absolutely everything he possibly could to make him feel good, so if there was a tiny bit that he couldn't accommodate, he'd take care of it with his hands... and he sure as hell did!

Ian wanted to spend all day between Grim's legs, but after nearly twenty minutes, he realized something and slowly allowed the man's soft length to slip from between his lips and leaned back onto his numb knees.

I... might have overdone it a bit?

He wasn't sure when Grim had slid partially beneath him with his legs up on either side of his shoulders, or how many orgasms he'd given him, but the guy seemed just about on the edge of a long, deep, sleep as he looked up at him with heavy eyelids, his breaths coming in quiet, adorable pants.

He had to look away. Not just because his love looked beyond kissable, amongst other things, but because his hands had also been raised at some point and now rested, palm up, beside his head on the damp porcelain.

He desperately wanted to slide his fingers in between Grim's slightly curled ones and make out with him until they couldn't breathe anymore, but he knew that he had to calm down now.

So, as gently as possible, he reached up and removed one of Grim's well-muscled legs from his shoulder, then the other. He then let himself have one more look at the beautiful man before  reaching back to retrieve a damp washcloth.

Soon, he was wiping that cooled water all over his love's body, steadily bringing him out of his daze until Grim was able to push himself back up into a sitting position.

He's so cute.

The guy looked quite drowsy, but also very sated.

Smiling with all the happiness in the world, Ian silently thought, thank you for the wonderful mea—but abruptly sneezed into the fold of his arm before he could finish the thought!

When he looked back up, sniffling a little, Grim's hands were suddenly there, with one pressing against his cheek as the other settled over his forehead.

When Grim's expression turned, well, rather grim, Ian realized what was about to happen, but before he could get a single word out of his opening mouth, he had to quickly turn his head as another sneeze forced its way out.

Within five minutes he was forcibly dried off, shoved into a pair of pink fleece kitten pajamas that he'd never seen before, and tucked into bed so tightly that he might as well have been tied up with rope again!

As Grim stalked out of the room to make something after his work had been finished, Ian furrowed his brow and stared up at the dimmed light above him.

I must have gotten carried away under the cold water.

He silently chastised himself to behave better next time, but that reprimand didn't even finish passing through his mind before he heard Grim return, drawing his gaze back to his still-naked body.

Hot naked Grim is bringing me tea... Ian paused for a moment, suddenly realizing something.

Hot naked Grim is bringing tea, in his own bed!

Yeah, he was going to struggle with the whole behaving thing if this was how Grim was going to take care of him whenever he got a little sick!