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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Grimm_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Roddy_Geiger/Barry_Rabe
  Character:
      Roddy_Geiger, Barry_Rabe, Nick_Burkhardt, Frank_Rabe
  Additional Tags:
      Knotting, Underage_Sex, Size_Kink, Anal_Sex, Topping_from_the_Bottom
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-04-27 Words: 1546
****** A Sweet Gig ******
by bellacatbee
Summary
     Roddy has a sweet gig living with the Rabes and he doesn't want to
     mess that up. It's just that he has a thing for spoiled rich kids and
     Barry really fits that profile.
Notes
     Written for bluebells who requested the following prompt: Roddy is
     staying with Barry's family and Frank has no idea his son and ward
     have hooked up. It's early days for "whatever they're doing", Barry
     and Roddy take turns sneaking into each other's rooms, but they have
     to stay quiet. Size kink and Roddy topping from the bottom because
     you asked for specifics, and if you felt the inclination to wind some
     knotting in there, you wouldn't find me complaining (at all).
This is a really sweet gig and Roddy didn’t want to mess it up.
Mr Rabe didn’t have to take him in. He didn’t have to fund extra tuition for
Roddy with a private violin teacher. He didn’t have to vouch for Roddy at
Hamlin and get his scholarship reinstated. It probably helped that Nick was
there for him too. A high priced lawyer and a cop, and a confession from the
boys who’d really started the fight, the school had rolled over to let him back
in and Roddy knew he owed a lot to Frank Rabe.
Roddy owes him and he knows it. They’re not even the same species; Mr Rabe
didn’t have to do anything for him. There’s no pack loyalty that Roddy can
hearken back to. Mr Rabe does it out of the goodness of his heart and because
Nick, the Grimm, suggests they might all be good for each other.
All of them including Barry.
Maybe Roddy just had a thing for spoiled rich kids. He’d broken up with Sarah.
Their relationship had been unsalvageable because he’d attacked her with rats
and she’d started dating the guy who’d got him expelled almost as soon as Roddy
had hit the sidewalk with his scholarship revoked. It should have been enough
to scare him off going down that route ever again but it wasn’t. Roddy isn’t
stupid. He knew that Mr Rabe can turn around and take away everything he’s
given Roddy and he might if he knew what Roddy was doing with his son.
Roddy couldn’t even pretend he hadn’t started it. He’d been the one who’d been
flirting, catching Barry coming out of the shower and looking him up and down
appreciatively before brushing past him. Barry’s a bit of an ass but Roddy can
still appreciate that he looks good with his shirt off. He’s a teenager. He’s
got needs and he’s living under the same roof as some gorgeous Jägerbär who
seems immune to clothes. No one should begrudge Roddy a bit of fantasy.
Of course, it didn’t stay fantasy.
Roddy can’t even put a name to what he and Barry have because it’s nothing and
it’s everything. It starts with stolen kisses in Barry’s car when he picks
Roddy up from practise. Barry is so huge, flattening him back against the car
door and trying to possess Roddy though the kiss. Roddy is a “damn cocktease”
according to Barry.
 
Frank has to stay over in a hotel for one of his cases, leaving them on their
own for a week and that’s when Roddy stops being a cocktease and proves to
Barry that his fingers are talented in playing more than just music. Soon he
can’t get enough of Barry and they’re fucking all over the house – in every
bed, in the shower, in the living room, on the kitchen table and Roddy tries to
scrub away the scent of sex and washes everything before Frank gets home
because he’s so terrified that he’ll know.
But by then it’s too late. The thing with Barry is under his skin and he can’t
stop it but he can’t come clean either. He knows enough to know he’s never
really been welcome before in the rich people’s homes. Sarah’s mom hated him.
Just because Frank seems nicer doesn’t mean he is underneath. People are
strange when it comes to their children. Barry doesn’t seem in a rush to tell
his dad that he’s screwing their guest either so they just get good at sneaking
around.
Roddy lies awake late into the night, waiting for the footsteps on the stairs,
waiting to hear with sharp sensitive ears when Frank falls asleep. It’s easy to
hear when the Jägerbär’s breathing evens out and then Roddy is up and tiptoeing
down the hallway to Barry’s room. He always has to wake the other boy up
because Barry finds it impossible to stay away once his head hits the pillow
and he’s cocooned in a warm blanket. It’s probably a bear instinct.
Roddy wakes him up the best way he knows how, kissing him awake like Barry is
some fairytale Prince but he’s sure most Princes didn’t wake up hard and ready
to go. Roddy likes that about Barry. He doesn’t need a lot of convincing. He’s
simple. They have to be quiet so keeps kissing Barry, muffling both their
cries. He works himself open, his fingers wet and slippery with the lube Barry
keeps in the bottom drawn of his nightstand and Barry just watches him like
Roddy is the best toy he’s ever had.
Sometimes Roddy wonders if that’s what he is to Barry. Barry is spoiled and he
gets whatever he wants and at the moment that’s Roddy but one day maybe a new
toy will come along or he’ll break Roddy and get bored of him. Roddy doesn’t
know any relationships made to last between predator and prey and while he and
Barry don’t have a relationship Roddy knows he’s the one who’s got something to
lose when what’s going on between them ends. He intends to get everything he
wants from Barry before then.
Roddy gets himself as stretched as he can, making sure Barry watches every roll
of his hips and its better when he has Barry’s fingers inside him – they’re
bigger, thicker, they always hit the right spot to push Roddy over the edge but
he fingers himself because he likes watching Barry get off on it and when he’s
wet enough he pulls his fingers out and slides down, taking Barry’s cock deep
inside him and the stretch of it, almost too big, feels so good Roddy has to
suck on his own fingers to stop from sobbing out.
He fucks himself on Barry’s cock, bouncing up and down on it and Roddy kind of
loves the fact that can take it. Sometimes when he’s sucking Barry off his cock
is so huge Roddy can hardly get his lips round it and he certainly can’t get it
all in, not the way he wants to be able to. His gag-reflex is too well
developed and that’s not sexy. He wants to be able to deep throat Barry because
Barry can do it to him and Roddy always gets off watching cock disappear
between Barry’s stretched lips but he knows Barry gets off watching him lap all
over his cock, sucking on the head because it’s all that fits. Barry pounds
into his tight ass when he wants to fuck Roddy properly and Roddy gets to fuck
Barry’s throat.
The bed creeks beneath them and Roddy stills, worried that the noise will wake
Frank up and Barry takes that as his chance, grabbing Roddy by the hips and
flipping them over till Roddy is beneath him. Roddy kicks out because he likes
being the one in charge but Barry growls at him softly and Roddy growls back
although it feels alien to him. Barry might be bigger, Roddy might like the
feeling of getting cradled up in his big arms but he’s damned if he lets Barry
think he’s got the upper hand between the two of them.
“Want to knot you.” Barry huffs against his lips and Roddy glances over to the
clock on Barry’s bedside. It’s one in the morning. The chances are Barry will
fall asleep still buried inside him, a weight crushing Roddy into the bed. He
should know better and he should say no because the last thing he wants is
Frank finding them together, Barry knotted balls deep inside him so Roddy can’t
get away but he just nods instead.
He’s a teenager. He has hormones. He doesn’t always make the best decisions and
he fucking loves the feel of Barry’s knot growing inside him. Barry’s thrusts
grow spasmodic as his cock swells and Roddy shudders because it’s nearly
pushing too far into bad pain. He remembers the first time they did this, how
much it ached and how Barry didn’t even know how to control himself. They’ve
learned since then. They’ve had to learn.
He wraps his fingers round his aching cock, strokes himself off so Barry can
watch him and that’s enough to make Barry come. He fills him up and Roddy can
feel some of it trickling out past the knot, running down onto his thighs but
tight lock of Barry into his body doesn’t stop. It’s a constant.
He’s got Roddy tethered to him and that’s what Roddy needs to come undone. He
hates that he gets so turned on by the idea of their differences but he does.
He likes that Barry is so huge compared to him, he likes the weight of Barry on
top of him as the Jägerbär collapses, spent and tired and still buried so deep
in Roddy that every time he shifts in sleep he wakes Roddy, getting him hard
again and maybe that was Barry’s plan because they have to fuck again before
breakfast.
Barry slips out of him finally, around five o’clock and Roddy limps off back to
his own bedroom to sleep till seven and the fight for the shower. Barry really
should let him go first but Barry’s still a bit of a jerk, all things
considered.
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