Ficlet: Unease, straight from the tap

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Ownership

By: PD
Edited by: Glyph
Rating: R for disturbing as all get out
Pairing: Col/ Jeff
Disclaimer: I wouldn’t be doing this if I owned them
Summary: Jeff is too pretty for anyone else to have



Colin hummed lightly under his breath, a nonsensical tune he’d heard from god knows where, as he chopped the vegetables and tossed them into the stew.

He had a guest over for dinner, and only the best could be served to the boy. Colin chuckled placidly. Boy. It was amazing he still thought of Jeff as a boy, after all they’d shared. The fiery kisses, the passionate screams to heaven late at night. What had they not shared? Colin rolled his eyes, adding beef bouillon cubes to the stew for a stronger flavor before he added strips of meat. Anything to thicken the sauce.

He remembered the first time he’d met Jeff. It was on set, and he wasn’t even scheduled to play with them, yet he’d sat with the guys offstage, messed around and joked. Then his dark hazel eyes, things of beauty, jewels really, met Colin’s from across the room and everything slipped away into silence.

They had wasted no time, swapping a somewhat violent handjob in the bathroom, and Colin honestly thought that was it. Jeff had just wanted to make sure he had friends, after all he’d pretty much fucked everyone drunk one time or no, but he kept coming back to Colin. For a while Colin thought the boy was teasing. Then he realized he fascinated the poor lad the way a photograph of plane wreckage will draw a persons eye before a pretty landscape, their mind desperately trying to protect them while their eyes flew blindly forward, trying to figure it out.

Colin supposed that’s what made him curious about Jeff, past the initial lust. Watching him interact, follow Colin around like a lovesick puppy, adoring him openly, even sneaking kisses during taping. But it didn’t last. Colin was too slow and Greg finally took his place in Jeff’s eyes. Colin’s eyes blazed red every time he thought of Greg touching his Jeff.

Soon, Colin began to want to have Jeff past the simplicity of lovers. Colin wanted to own him.

Colin sighed, jumping as his finger hit the edge of the burner with a curse. He shook himself, giving himself a mental slap. “Stop thinking about such things Mochrie,” Colin said heavily, “he’s with you now after all.” He smiled happily, shutting off the burner and sniffing the warm stew.

Ladling some into a bowl, he quickly fanned it with an oven mitt before heading down, unlocking the door. He could never remember why Jeff wanted to eat down here. Soft, muffled whimpers caressed his ears, making him smile again.

He turned on the dim light to see Jeff huddling on the edge of his bed, clinking the black iron cuffs bolted to the floor, face stained with tears, voice raw from screaming and crying. Colin set the bowl down on the cold concrete floor and reached out, caressing his cheek lovingly.

Jeff cried out, tears coursing down pale cheeks, voice cracking with fresh despair even as he leaned into that touch.

He always did.

He was Colin’s , after all.

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