Evan x Jamie NSFW, read at your own descretion. Trigger/content warning for knive/blood play (cutting) and bondage. Please note that this is not meant to glorify (self-)harm/(auto)mutilation in any way. I'm aware this could offend or trigger people, so you are free to skip this part if it makes you uncomfortable. Skipping won't affect story progression (at least not much), but it will make you understand the bond between the two just a bit better. I wanted to portray a rather raw and primal way of Jamie dealing with his anger, and what role Evan plays in it. 

“I can’t believe he did that, just like that!”

Evan watched in silence as his boyfriend ranted. He knew him well enough that when he was spewing all of his frustrations, he shouldn’t interject too much. It wasn’t as if the whole situation didn’t affect him either, as his parents rejected him in a similar way too. But he knew that getting angry wasn’t gonna solve the problem.

“Evy is fragile! We’ve seen her break down before! How doesn’t he care about protecting her feelings, man? Argh! So frustrating!”

Jamie looked at Evan, who caught his glance. Now was the time to speak.

“Do you want to stay over at my home? I’ll help you unwind.”

“Yeah.”

Evan started the car and navigated with ease through the quiet streets of their small town.

“Red or blue?” he asked. It had been a while since Jamie had needed a release, but he still knew what Evan meant. The last time was when Simone had hit Liv.

“Red. Don’t hold back. I need it.”

“I won’t. Don’t forget, our safeword is Luna.”

Jamie simply nodded. His fists were still trembling, though his brows had already lost a bit of the tension.

As soon as the frontdoor closed, Jamie stripped out of his clothes and undressed his boyfriend just as quickly. Their kisses were rough and wild, but still lovingly and passionate. They knew what the other liked, what they needed. And in that moment Jamie needed Evan, all of him.

“Go lay down on the bed and relax, okay? I’ll make the preparations for you.”

When he sank into the bed, he noticed the smell of freshly changed sheets. A shame that they would get dirty soon enough. Knowing Evan though, he probably wouldn’t mind, and would gladly change the bedding if it would mean Jamie would end up happy again. He really felt blessed.

“Oh, do you want to change your piercings too?” the silver-haired boy asked, two silver rings laying in the palm of his right hand.

“Yes please.”

Jamie had his nipples pierces last summer, when Liv had officially joined the two boys. Before that, he got his lip pieced when he and Evan got together. It was like his own little ritual and he was already contemplating on where to get pierced for Evy.

He took the piercings and removed the bars he usually wore. When he had replaced them, he watched as Evan took a red silk rope from the drawer and a ritual dagger. The silver hilt was inlaid with three sapphires and was decoated with delicate filigree. It would probably be the most expensive item in the house and they only brought it out for special occasions. Even the dagger in the clubroom wasn’t as precious as this one.

“Alright, go lay down and I’ll tie you up.”

Jamie’s long hair fanned out as he moved it up towards the headboard so it wouldn’t be in the way during ‘red play’. Evan then placed the boys arms up to the corners of the matress and started weaving and knotting the rope until his upper body was properly restrained.

“Your neck isn’t too tight? Nothing too uncomfortable?”

“No, you did it really well.”

“Good.” Evan gave him a gentle smile, and then kissed him roughly, with small tugs at his bottom lip, careful not to catch the piercing there.

Fire ran down Jamie’s spine and he could feel the tension and thoughts of this afernoon already trickling away. It was not enough yet though.

“I’ll tie your legs now.”

“Will you do my nipples too?”

“Sure, I think I have some thinner laces laying in the drawer.”

Evan hadn’t really expected that request tonight, but on the other hand he wasn’t really that surprised either. They had discussed using the rings to put some tension on the boy’s nipples, though they didn’t have had found any time before to try it without this session’s of ‘red’. But Jamie trusted him enough to go ahead with it and he was grateful for that.

Adrenaline started to rush through Jamie’s veins as the shorter boy propped a small pillow under his butt, lifting him up in an even more exposing position, and then felt the silky ropes snake along his ankles, knees and up to his hips. The ends connected to the ropes at his chest and the feeling of being so vunerable made his heart beat even faster.

“Oh, does me tying you up excite you this much already?” Evan asked teasingly, running a finger along his lover’s hard lenght, “I haven’t even finished yet.”

Jamie could hear the smirk in his voice. The other was probably rock hard too. Even though he knew Evan loved having him as his Master, he was also really good at taking control when the long-haired demon needed it on days like this. His dirty little fallen angel.

“Hm, don’t make me wait then.”

Evan shot him a grin in response and then hopped off the bed to retreive two black laces. He looped them through the nipple rings into a knot and then tied them to the bedframe. They were just long enough to reach and not put any extreme tension on his sensitive flesh.

“There we go,” he said, admirering his finished artpiece.

He lowered his head and started to gently lick at the taut skin. Jamie quivered beneath him.

“Oh, that feels good!”

Evan dared to be slightly more rough, and managed to draw more and more cute little moans from that pretty mouth of his until he was practically singing. But all things eventually had to end.

“I’m sorry Dear, but I’ll have to let you go for now, otherwise you’ll practically come without me even touching your dick.” He chuckled and then reached for the item he had placed on the nightstand, next to the lube and condoms.

The silver glittered in the dim red light. He unsheathed the dagger and ran the sharp edge along his thumb, causing a line of red to appear.

“May my blood be yours,” he spoke while bringing his wounded finger to his lover’s lips. Jamie eagerly lapped up the small trickle of blood.

“And your blood be mine.”

The dagger first slit across Jamie’s left palm, then his right, and he hissed as a dull, throbbing pain formed. Then that pain twisted and warped into and exhilarating high that Jamie wanted more of. His boyfriend’s warm togue slowly moved over the large but superficial cuts, making his head spin.

“Let us be forever one,” Evan seductively whispered in the other boy’s ear, “In mind, body and soul.”

More careful but powerful cuts were made on his arms and chest, Evan being mindful of their placement and depth, but without failing to satisfy Jamie. It was odd to see him derive such pleasure from pain, and the first time surely was a hell of an experience, but he had assured him he had enjoyed every bit of it afterwards.

“How much prep do you want?” He knew him answer already, but he still wanted to ask. There was nothing wrong with asking for confirmation.

“None, I can handle it. Fuck me rough and hard, the way I like it, make me see stars,” Jamie practically begged.

He placed a soft kiss on the boy’s forhead before carefully placing the dagger back on the nightstand and switched out for a condom and lube.

The sight in front of him was strangely alluring, bright red ropes and bright red cuts littering a light caramel skin. Nipples taut and tied, deep brown eyes hooded and bottom lip bitten from a primal urge to simply be fucked. He didn’t mind indulging in this pretty boy’s every want and need. He wrapped his hard-on and then couldn’t help but add just a bit more lube.

“Get ready, Jamie. Scream for me, will you?”

He then pressed against his lover’s entrance, meeting some resistance, but continued when there were no signs of distress coming from his partner. A pleasured scream filled the room when Evan had filled him up up to the brim, hard. It urged him on to pull out almost completely and slam back in just as hard. More screams, more thrusts, he couldn’t get enough of Jamie like this.

“AAH! Evan! M-more!”

How could he ever say no. He picked up the pace, watching his love writhing underneath him as he was close to losing it. With the help of his hands he send him over the edge, seeing his eyes roll in his head as he came. That sight pushed Evan into final bliss too. He placed a loving kiss onto the other boy’s lips.

“Thank you,” Jamie breathed. The whisper was hoarse and tainted with emotion.

Evan smiled while carefully untying him.

“Everything for you.”

He then grabbed a cloth and some bandages, and pulled his boyfriend in a hug after he was all patched up. Warm, silent tears started to fall on his still naked shoulder, and he held him until his breathing had calmed down again.

They decided to go to bed early, Evan gently covered the other boy with a blanket and then snuggled up to him, pulling the duvet up to their noses.

Tomorrow would be a new day, tomorrow would be a better day.