Work Out

Summary: Shaw comes after Hobbs for his prank with the London police
Warning(s):  D/s; M/m; spanking; handcuffs; explicit sex; fluff and serious discussions; spoilers for the Fast and Furious franchise

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Hobbs was still laughing to himself as he hung up the phone with Shaw. Set him up to be detained by airport security, would he? Well, have some fun with London's finest. Of course, on second thought, he probably should have used one of Shaw's aliases, instead of his real name; but the ex-MI6 agent had been cleared of what had him be a fugitive before. They'd help him out if he wasn't smart or charming enough to talk himself out of trouble like Hobbs had been. Probably. In any case, there was at least a ten-hour distance between them by plane. He'd got the last laugh in, as there was no way Shaw could easily set him up from a distance.

He chuckled to himself as he grabbed his truck keys and went to pick Sam up from school. It was the last day of school and in two days, he would be dropping her off at the airport to spend the summer with her grandmother and other numerous relatives. He couldn't go for a full summer because of his job, but planned to join her two weeks before school started again to spend time with his family and then travel back with her. She was looking forward to spending time with her newly introduced family. If one good thing had come from the last mission he'd taken, it was being reunited and forgiven by his family, enabling Sam to meet them. She'd needed the roots. He could see that now.

Thirty minutes later, he was in front of the school, waiting for his little girl.

***

Being detained hadn't really been more than a minor inconvenience. An annoyance, more than anything else. And he'd managed to talk himself out of the situation with little to no problems.

Of course, the main problem came from Hobbs' use of his real name. When Shaw had done the same thing to the other man, he'd at least used Hobbs' alias.

That was why he'd hopped on the plane to get to Hobbs. No other reason. And certainly not because he missed working with the other man.

***

The two days had flown by, Hobbs spending every moment with Sam, making sure she had everything needed for her trip, as well as giving her instructions on what to do during the two-hour layover before she boarded the second plane to Samoa. His girl was smart, though. She knew what to do if trouble happened; who to look for. Plus, he'd talked to Air Marshal Dinkley; the man had promised to get whichever of his colleagues was on the plane at that time, or one of the stewardesses he was friends with, to keep an eye on her.

Having done everything in his power to make sure Sam's trip was as safe and non-eventful as possible, he'd spent the remaining time hanging out with his baby girl, making sure she knew he loved her and would miss her terribly while she was gone and before he could join her. Now, they were at the gate and her plane had begun boarding.

"Are you sure, dad?" Sam gave him a dubiously worried look. "I can wait and just go out with you for the two weeks you have off...."

"What?! No! Your grandma would fly out here and throw her seʻevae at my head if I did that!" he said, in mock horror, smiling when she giggled. "You have fun, baby girl. I'll see you in two months," he promised.

She quickly hugged him, then walked through the gate. He stood there until he could no longer see her; then, sighing softly and feeling lonely already, turned and headed home.

***

Shaw had taken a while to settle in. He'd deliberately found an apartment in the same building as Hobbs, but hadn't yet revealed himself to the other man. He was still planning out how he was going to respond to Hobbs using his real name and identity to set him up.

Finally, though, Shaw had a plan of action. He gathered together what he needed and then made his way to the apartment gym. After all, he'd be very surprised if Hobbs didn't find himself there at some point.

Hobbs preferred to use the apartment's gym to a paid membership. It was only accessible to residents and he knew which times of the day he could go and be alone. It was one of those times now and he let himself into the locked room, immediately heading to the empty weight bench. Yeah, it probably wasn't recommended that he lift weights without a spotter, but he never lifted anything dangerously heavy unless he was actively training; and he only did that at the gym at his office. He made a mental note of the lone occupant at the bike, but he didn't go over to introduce himself. He'd seen that the unit next to his had been rented and assumed that the man riding the bike was the new tenant. The man was facing away from him, though and furiously pedaling, so Hobbs decided he would introduce himself later.

Laying his towel down on the bench and straddling it, he leaned forward and braced his elbows on his knees, doing curls with a twenty-five-pound weight. He'd add weight as he progressed.

Shaw noticed when Hobbs came into the gym, but didn't immediately go over to speak to the other man. He waited until the bigger man was fully engrossed in what he was doing and then quietly shifted off the exercise bike.

Heading over to Hobbs, Shaw only took out the handcuffs when he was close enough that the noise wouldn't cause an immediate reaction. And he moved fast, cuffing the other man to the bench.

"Really shouldn't be doing this without a spotter," Shaw commented.

"What the fu... Shaw!?" Hobbs turned incredulous eyes onto the other man, even as he tried to wrest free of the cuffs.

He'd been caught by surprise. Had let his guard down because this was his home and the only ones able to get in to use this gym had to have a key. Hadn't expected an attack... which, he supposed he was lucky Shaw didn't want to kill him... at least not immediately... because the man had managed to cuff him in such a way, he couldn't get his hands together to try and get free. He'd have to damage his hands to slip the cuffs. He frowned unhappily as he realized that. He didn't think Shaw wanted to kill him, so probably better just to hear him out before doing anything desperate.

"Wasn't going to do anything too heavy or dangerous..." he growled, in response to the comment about what he shouldn't be doing. "Are you my new neighbor, then?" he asked peevishly.

"Yep." Shaw grinned at Hobbs and then moved round to the back of the other man. "After you set me up, I figured we should have a little chat." As he spoke, he leaned down and tugged first one leg and then the other, positioning both stretched out on the workout bench. "About you using my real name and identity." He began to tug the shorts Hobbs was wearing down.

Hobbs had tried to follow Shaw with his gaze, suspicious eyes following as he twisted slightly to keep the other man in sight, when Shaw moved behind him. He grunted as he felt first one leg being pulled back, then the other. He'd tried to kick free, but the angle was all wrong and he couldn't keep his balance. He was lucky he didn't bite his tongue as his chest fell onto the bench in reaction to his legs being raised backward. And then Shaw was pulling his shorts down. "The hell?! What are you doing?!" He was too non-plussed at Shaw's actions to worry about the fact his voice had gone up an octave and he was close to screeching.

"I figure using my real name and my real identity deserves punishment of some sort." As he spoke, Shaw worked the shorts down fully and then, once Hobbs' backside was bare, he smacked. Not too hard, but it was firm. And then he did it again.

Hobbs wriggled in an attempt to get his bottom out of the way, and flushed at both the words and actions, but it was obviously half-hearted at best. After he had done his prank, he'd thought about the fact he'd used Shaw's real name and had second thoughts. Yes, the man had been cleared and it would be easy enough for him to prove his innocence, just inconvenient. But if he'd had a group of individuals come to retrieve him that weren't willing to listen to reason, he could have been hurt, no matter how good he was at protecting himself.

Besides the slight amount of guilt, he felt at having used Shaw's real name, he also trusted that Shaw didn't really want him hurt badly or dead. If he'd thought either of those things, he wouldn't even still be handcuffed, let alone in position for Shaw to smack his bare arse. After everything they'd been through together, he trusted Shaw.

And finally... he wanted to see what Shaw would do if he didn't truly fight him. They argued and bickered constantly. Their relationship was one big checkerboard; it wasn't even chess. It was two men, jumping over each other as many times and ways as possible to see who could get their piece kinged. And... Luke had suddenly realized; as his hands were cuffed in front of him; as Shaw pulled his shorts down and got a good look at his (muscular, tight, pretty good looking, if he said so himself) bare butt... he didn't necessarily want to win this particular match. Maybe letting Shaw win would be better; more enjoyable.

Because as Shaw had begun to pull his shorts down and bare him, Hobbs had suddenly realized something else. He'd missed Shaw. He was glad the annoying man had come after him. And he was horny as fuck and needed the other man to spank him into submission; or at least till he could get his rocks off.

So, his struggle wasn't as much of a struggle as it could have been and he knew Shaw would know. And he flushed pink.

Shaw smirked as he saw the reactions...the struggle that was more half-hearted than anything else. And after delivering the third smack, he allowed his hand to rub the bare flesh a moment. Allowed himself to admire the tight, muscular flesh before he lifted his hand and brought it down a fourth time.

Admitting to himself that this was about foreplay more than anything else, Shaw let his other hand rub up Hobbs' back, exploring the muscled flesh there, as he continued to slowly smack and rub between the swats.

Hobbs took in a shaky breath as Shaw continued to 'spank' him, turning a slightly darker shade of pink when he was unable to keep the whimpering whine inside... making it clear that he didn't mind what was happening nearly as much as he should, if at all.

Shaw continued, working over Hobbs' bottom down to his thighs, then paused to rub and caress for a few moments before he resumed.

"Y... you’ve prolly been wanting t... to punish me since the moment you saw me with Hattie..." Hobbs accused, trying to find some way to assert his lack of being affected by what Shaw was doing. It failed miserably.

Hobbs didn't indulge this particular kink often. It needed to be a strong willed individual able to theoretically control him before he could willingly submit and not feel like it was a stupid, false pretense. And it had to be someone he trusted. He never would have put Shaw in that group, until their last job, but he was in that group now and it had been so damn long that he'd been with anyone, let alone submitted to anyone, that even though he knew it had to be a huge mistake on both their parts... he felt himself loosening up slightly. Not clenching his bottom. Accepting the smacks. Not squirming to get away. Letting out tiny hisses with each swat that indicated it stung; but his breathing indicating he liked it. His eyes became glassy with unshed tears as the tension between his need and his natural inclination to not submit to anyone warred with each other.

"Maybe even before then." Shaw spoke with a small amount of humor, even as he continued to smack. He put a bit more force behind the swats; still not as hard as he could give out, but a bit firmer than they had been. "Of course, we both know this isn't strictly about punishment," he continued. "If it was, you wouldn't like it."

Hobbs grunted. That went without saying, so he didn't bother denying it. The firmer smacks stung more; made it feel like Shaw was even more in control. He found himself slipping somewhat, unable to focus on his surroundings because his focus was so fully on Shaw and what he was doing. A few tears slipped out, sliding down his cheeks.

Shaw continued to smack, but now used his other hand to gently dip between Hobbs' buttocks, pressing lightly against his entrance, as if to see the other man's reaction.

Hobbs gasped softly, then whimpered at feeling Shaw's finger, his back automatically arching so that his bottom raised up toward Shaw; as if offering the other man everything. Which, if he were thinking more clearly, he'd have to admit was exactly what he was doing.

Smirking slightly, Shaw retrieved the other item he'd brought with him: some lube. He coated his finger in the lube and pressed it against Hobbs' entrance once more. He was still steadily smacking, though he'd lightened the swats a little.

Hobbs whined this time. "You waiting for me to beg you, asshole?" he grumbled slightly, pushing to see what Shaw would do about the attitude. His bottom was sore by this point, though not as sore as it would have been if Shaw was using full strength.

"Maybe," Shaw teased, moving his hand a little lower and beginning to aim more swats to Hobbs' sit spots and thighs. At the same time, he pushed his finger slowly inside the other man, taking his time.

Hobbs groaned softly as he felt Shaw's finger push in. "I will, man... I'm not too proud... n... need too much..." he admitted, in a breathless voice, another couple of tears slipping out due to that need.

"Let me hear it," Shaw directed, beginning to move his finger in slow circles inside the other man. He slid his other hand underneath Hobbs, gently grasping the other man's member.

Hobbs' gasp as his member was grasped was louder, and his hips involuntarily jerked forward, causing the swollen, hard, appendage to thrust into Shaw's hand. "Please... more... fill me up, stretch me further than I've ever been.... milk me dry, then use me over and over till all I feel is you on me... in me... please, Dek..." Hobbs did beg... begged harder and more sincerely than he'd expected to, but it felt right. He needed the other man to claim him. "...Make me your bitch..." he whimpered, in a voice so high and tight, it was almost a whisper.

"Good. Very good," Shaw said. He pulled his finger free and pushed his own pants down. Coating his member in the lube, he quickly took hold of Hobbs' hips and pushed into the other man.

The groan of relief Hobbs expelled as Shaw gave him what he needed was almost obscene. He quivered under the other man as he felt himself stretching around and opening up for Shaw, shifting just enough that Shaw could go deeper, harder and faster. "...Thank you... thank you... need so much... need to feel you so much..." His begging changed slightly, but it was still begging. "...Tell me what to do... tell me and I'll listen... I can be good... obedient...." He found himself babbling.

Shaw grasped hold of Hobbs' hips, squeezing him, as he began to thrust inside the other man. "I don't need to tell you what to do," he said. "You're doing everything I would have told you to do."

"I am? Is it good? Need you so much... have done for... forever. Couldn't tell you... thought you hated me... but did..." Hobbs was nearly sobbing from need. His need to submit and be taken apart was causing him to be more open and honest than he would have been normally; making himself vulnerable. Shaw could wound him deeply, if he wanted.

"Never hated you." Shaw's voice hitched slightly as his member began to grow and swell inside Hobbs. "Wanted you too. Hell, I've never been good with feelings. Or acting on them. But things have settled down now, so we got time."

"Time... is really good...." Hobbs was panting by this point, tears still falling down his face from releasing tension. "C... can do this more..." His voice was hopeful. "...Be taken apart." He could feel Shaw growing in him, stroking inside where he could never reach himself. "So good...."

"Yeah, more than just today," Shaw agreed. He reached around to begin stroking and rubbing and gently squeezing Hobbs' member. Feeling it grow and swell in his hand as his own member hardened.

"...So good..." Hobbs repeated. "...Will never want to belong to anyone else after... you ruined me for anyone else...."

"Good." Shaw spoke the word in a low, intense voice. "I wouldn't be doing this if I planned to turn tail and run. Hell, I moved into the same apartment building as you. Got a lease and anything."

The warmth that spread through Hobbs at those words was immense. It made the need to submit stronger. "Want to make it good for you. Wanna be good for you... listen to you... obey you... rest of tonight. Stay together... please?"

"Yeah. We'll be together," Shaw promised. "Only thing to decide is your apartment or mine."

Hobbs groaned softly. "Are you unpacked fully? If not, I have a custom-made bed; larger than a king size. If so... would love to see your place...." By this point, Shaw had been thrusting for several minutes, rubbing Hobbs' erection for several minutes and Hobbs was becoming very sensitive, as well as being close to release. He wanted to wait for permission, though; hoped they would release together.

Shaw gently squeezed Hobbs' erection before saying, "Let's look at both of our apartments and make a decision then." He let out a long, low groan and tightened his hold on Hobb's hip. "I'm gonna let go...you should too. Together."

"Yes, sir...." Hobbs groan was low and drawn out. He held on for a few seconds longer, but as soon as Shaw's grip on his erection squeezed hard and tight, he released, clenching around Shaw's member as he began to shudder in orgasm.

Shaw's own orgasm came over him at the same time and he slumped over Hobbs' body with another long, drawn-out groan.

Hobbs lay weakly under Shaw, his breathing slowly calming. He groaned softly, feeling his chest and stomach sticking to the bench, his arms still cuffed where Shaw had placed them. "...So good..." His groan was slightly tired and definitely satisfied.

"No arguments here," Shaw commented. He gently gripped Hobbs' waist. "Want to get cleaned up? Then we can figure out which apartment we'll use."

"Yes, sir..." Hobbs said softly. He was wrung out and completely sated, but feeling cuddly and slightly needy with his submission. It was bringing a certain deferential behavior that wasn't always there.

Shaw uncuffed Hobbs and then began to carefully clean them both up, as well as the exercise equipment.

Hobbs slowly rolled his shoulders and rubbed his wrists, then began to help clean the equipment. He didn't get dressed. He wasn't quite ready to take back control; was happy to let Shaw remain in charge. He gave the other man a crooked, somewhat bashful smile.

Shaw smiled at Hobbs and gently bumped shoulders with the other man. Once the equipment was cleaned, he collected Hobbs' clothes so the man could dress.

Hobbs waited until Shaw had given him his clothes, then quickly dressed. "It will be good...that your apartment is right next to mine." He finished dressing, then leaned toward Shaw slightly, trying not to be too obvious with his need to cuddle and remain submissive. Shaw might not want that.

"That's the main reason I chose that apartment in particular." Shaw responded to Hobbs moving closer by wrapping his arms around the other man and hugging.

Hobbs let out a tiny sigh of relief at Shaw's hug. It meant the other man didn't mind that he was feeling a bit clingy. "Let's go decide where to spend the night?" he asked, making it clear he wanted to sleep in Shaw's arms.

"Sounds more than good to me." Shaw collected his supplies and guided Hobbs out of the gym.

Hobbs was obviously more at ease. He was also very pliable, looking for any reason to obey Shaw. They hadn't talked about it... would probably need to when he wasn't feeling the need to submit.

Shaw glanced at Hobbs' face, noticing the look on it, and quickly decided, "We'll go to my apartment. I know I'm wiped." He led the other man towards his own apartment.

"Yes, sir... sounds perfect..." Hobbs said quietly. Using the term of respect was just occurring naturally. A response to his feelings. He didn't think about it.

Unlocking his apartment door, Shaw led Hobbs inside, quickly glancing around to ensure that nothing had been disturbed.

"One of the reasons I like these apartments is they're gated. The guards are ex-military. It's safer than most places..." Hobbs said quietly, but stayed out of the way while Shaw checked. He always checked his place too.

Shaw nodded. "Still. I'd rather be certain." He finished checking and then asked, "You hungry? Thirsty? I've got some beer in."

"I could eat a little..." Hobbs smiled. Lunch had been several hours before and they'd expended a lot of energy. He shifted and let out a tiny sigh. He could still feel where Shaw had been in him. "...Still feels good..." he said, out of nowhere.

Grinning at that, Shaw commented, "I know the feeling." He went to the kitchen to grab them both food and a couple of beers.

Hobbs grinned back. "Still feels good to you, too?" He followed so he could help.

"More than good," Shaw responded. He grabbed them a plate each and nodded to the food. "Help yourself." He passed Hobbs one of the beers.

"Thanks..." Hobbs put some food on his plate and opened his own beer. "Glad tomorrow is my day off..." he commented, before beginning to eat.

Opening his beer, Shaw drank some before he began eating too. "Just you in the apartment at the moment?" he asked, checking to see if he needed to make any adjustments for anyone else being there.

"Until school starts again. My girl is in Samoa, visiting her grandma and uncles. I'm on my own until I fly out for the last two weeks of her break to see them all myself." He paused, before asking, as casually as he was able, "You think you might want to go with me? Mama always asks about you and Hattie."

"I'm planning to stick around," Shaw said. "So yeah. I think that'd be doable."

"Good... that's good..." Hobbs nodded, continuing to eat. He was smiling widely, though, obviously happy.

Shaw finished eating his own food and his beer and waited for Hobbs to finish before he cleaned up.

Hobbs finished not too long after Shaw and carefully stood to help clean. Once they were through cleaning, he glanced at Shaw, wondering what the other man would want to do next.

"You want to go through to the bedroom?" Shaw asked, having noticed that the other man had turned cuddly after they'd had sex.

Hobbs slanted his head and smiled crookedly. "Yeah... I do..." he said agreeably, waiting to either be led or given directions.

Shaw wrapped his arm around Hobbs and led the other man through to his bedroom. His bed might not be quite the same size as the other man's, but it was still big enough for the two of them to cuddle comfortably.

"Looks comfortable..." Hobbs said quietly. His attention was fully on Shaw, though.

"Should be," Shaw agreed. He led the other man towards the bed and wasted no time in removing Hobbs' clothes once more.

Hobbs visibly relaxed at Shaw taking control of him and undressing him. He hesitantly raised his hands and ran them gently over Shaw's arms and shoulders. He hadn't been able to touch earlier. "Thank you," he whispered. "For not thinking I'm pathetic for needing this...."

"I wouldn't ever think you were pathetic for needing," Shaw answered honestly.

Hobbs shifted closer. "Can... can I kiss you?" He still wasn't ready to take charge of himself.

Nodding, Shaw let his own hands move down Hobbs' arms, rubbing gently.

Smiling again, Hobbs leaned forward, kissing Shaw eagerly, even if he was doing it in a way that would give Shaw control, should the man decide to take it.

Shaw stepped closer to Hobbs, pressing against him, returning the kiss, gently squeezing his way down the other man's arms.

Hobbs sighed softly, leaning into Shaw. "It... it's been a long time..." he finally admitted. "Haven't trusted anyone who was strong enough to handle me in so long. Now that I know you're willing and able...." He swallowed hard, not sure how to continue. He hoped Shaw had liked it enough to want to dominate him again, someday.

"I'll do it again," Shaw promised. With a quick grin, he added, "Though I'm sure you won't need or want me to be in charge all the time." It didn't bother him.

"Probably not all the time." He smiled. "But sometimes... I need it." He blushed.

Shaw nodded. "It's late and we've both expended a lot of energy. I figure we need to talk about this, but it can wait until the morning." He guided Hobbs to the bed as he spoke.

"Yes, sir..." Hobbs said softly, waiting until Shaw indicated which side he should take and crawled into bed. As soon as Shaw was in bed next to him, he pressed closer, snuggling and nuzzling the other man.

Shaw wrapped his arms around Hobbs, kissing the other man and rubbing his hands gently over Hobbs' body, though there was nothing sexual or demanding in the touch. It was just touching for affection's sake.

Hobbs relaxed in Shaw's arms. "G'night..." he whispered. He didn't say he loved Shaw, but he admitted to himself that he did.

"Good night." Shaw closed his eyes and let himself relax against Hobbs. Sleep took him over very quickly.

****

If Hobbs said that it wasn't the best night's sleep he'd had in a long time, he would have been lying. He hadn't had nightmares, for one thing. Knowing he had someone at his back who could help him protect, instead of being the only one who could protect those in the house, lifted a weight off his shoulders that he normally ignored. Of course, the physical workout that he'd got the day before helped; he could still feel inside where Deckard had stretched, filled, claimed him. It had quite literally been the best sex he'd ever had. What made it best, though, wasn't Dec's talented moves... it was that the other man had discovered one of his deepest, buried secrets and hadn't used it. Well, not in a bad way.

Instead of putting Hobbs in his place then leaving him there, he'd pulled Hobbs' submission out, but stayed with him after; took care of him and gave him what he needed emotionally.  Dec hadn't had to do that. He could have ordered Hobbs to clean himself up and go home. Instead, he'd cleaned Hobbs up, kept up the physical contact, fed him, held him all night long (was still holding him). Deckard had said he'd planned to stick around and all of that was a pretty good sign and start to him doing that. And to make it better, Deckard had been the first to bring up that he wasn't always submissive and the other man didn't seem to mind in the least.

For the first time in a very long time, his physical, emotional and mental needs were being taken care of at the same time, by the same person. Hobbs shivered and pressed closer, nuzzling Shaw's chest and holding a little more firmly before forcing himself to settle. Just because he was ready to hand himself over, body and soul, to the other man who could so expertly dominate him when needed, it didn't mean Shaw wanted him to hand himself over. Just because he planned to stay around didn't necessarily mean monogamous. It didn't necessarily even mean frequent, though Hobbs definitely wouldn't complain if it was. It just meant he liked Hobbs enough to stick around. Just because he was a decent person who wouldn't fuck and run, didn't mean he wanted a serious relationship. Though... he had indicated he wanted exclusive the other day. When Hobbs had blurted that he wouldn't belong to anyone else (or something with similar intent). Loosening his grip slightly, in fear he'd wake Shaw up, Hobbs tried to calm down. He was overthinking.

Shaw came awake slowly, feeling none of the confusion or temporary, 'Where am I and who am I cuddling with?' question that might have come up. He didn't open his eyes straight away, instead wrapping his arms a bit tighter around Hobbs, pressing a bit closer, and asking, in a voice that sounded far more contented than he'd ever used before, "Are you hungry?"

Hobbs swallowed. "Yeah... we can walk next door? I've got enough food stocked to feed an army. Can make you breakfast?" he offered hesitantly. Hopefully. He wasn't exactly feeling submissive any longer; that itch had been scratched. But he was used to taking care of Sam in the mornings when he was at home and... being home when she wasn't was a whole lot different than her being home and him being on a job. Everything felt wrong when he was in the apartment alone when normally, she'd be there too.

He mumbled this into Deckard's chest, very obviously not moving from his position of being held tight. Another thing very few people knew (accept his daughter): he liked to cuddle and be cuddled.

"Sure. Sounds good to me." Shaw hugged him a bit tighter, figuring he'd leave it up to Hobbs when the other man wanted to get up. Cuddling felt good. How long had it been since he was able to cuddle with someone? He honestly couldn't remember.

Hobbs smiled at that, taking a chance and nuzzling, then kissing Deckard's chest. He didn't move right away. Instead, he mentally went through all the breakfast items he knew how to prepare and that he had ingredients for. Then he decided to stick to the ones that would likely be most familiar. Of course, he was also relishing the cuddling that Shaw was doing as well, making sure to respond in kind.

By the time he was done deciding what to make, it was nearly thirty minutes later. But his stomach chose to growl rather loudly, so getting up couldn't be avoided any longer. Giving Shaw a sheepish grin, he carefully extricated himself and got up. Then made a slightly disgusted face. "Think maybe a shower first," he said, with a tiny amused huff. "I'm squelchy."

"Shower's just through there." Shaw nodded in the direction, pushing himself up and then stretching languidly.

"Thanks..." Hobbs padded into a bathroom that was a mirror image of his own. Much like the rest of Deckard's place. Of course, he could have easily just thrown on his clothes and gone next door to shower. But he was reluctant to leave the other man for even a second. As his clothes were lying somewhere in the bedroom, he just started the water, got it to a comfortable temperature, then stepped in.

Shaw hadn't over-exerted himself to quite the same level, so he settled for quickly rinsing himself off at the basin before pulling on his own clothes.

Hobbs had washed quickly, using some of Shaw's body wash. He decided he kind of liked smelling like the other man at the moment, though he wouldn't want to all the time. He quickly dried off, then went and found his own clothes. He'd have to change as soon as he got to his own place, but they were cleaner than they could have been, he supposed. He grinned at Shaw as he pulled his T-shirt over his head. "I've got bacon, eggs, oats, beans...."

"Anything you want to fix up is great," Shaw answered. "I'm not picky."

"You got it..." Hobbs smirked and began to cook; everything he'd mentioned and then a few extras. By the time he finished, there was enough food for at least five people. He put the platters on the table, then gave Shaw a plate and silverware. He asked, "Do you want juice, water, tea, coffee? Milk?

"Coffee's great," Shaw answered, taking the plate and beginning to help himself. "You sure you cooked enough?" he teased gently.

Hobbs gave a sheepish look. "I tend to need a lot of energy... whatever isn't finished will get eaten later for snacks." He quickly went and poured coffee for Shaw, also bringing cream and sugar to the table. "Help yourself." He smiled, beginning to put items on his own plate.

Shaw nodded. "At least no one is going to go hungry." He began eating.

"Not if I can help it. You had time to shop for supplies yet? If not, you can use my stuff till you can." His offer was made spontaneously, but was genuine all the same.

"I got some bits," Shaw answered. "I'll probably need to get more very soon. So, thanks."

"Any time..." Hobbs settled in to eat and several minutes went by while they curbed their hunger. Soon, though, they had eaten enough to slow and concentrate on conversation. He though a moment before asking, "Are we a couple now? Monogamous... not dating anyone else?"

"Yeah." Shaw's response was given immediately and without hesitation. "I sure as hell wouldn't have sex with someone and just cut and run. I don't do one-night stands."

Hobbs visibly relaxed at that. "Me either. With Sam, I... well. Don't want to be dragging people in and out of her life for her to get attached and then lose them later. Last night was actually the first time in a couple of years for me... first in about seven years that... well. I don't usually let myself give in like that. Submit." He paused, before continuing, "You're the first person I've trusted enough, who's strong enough to handle me in a very long time." He finished his food and leaned back, sipping his coffee, and gave Shaw time to think on his confession.

Shaw nodded and took a few moments before he spoke. "You trust me and I know what that means. I know how difficult it is to trust someone in that way." He looked into Hobbs' eyes as he said, "I won't do anything that will betray your trust. And I plan to stick around."

Hobbs took a slow breath and relaxed further, smiling. "...Good. That's good. I'm guessing you're okay with the fact I have a kid, or you wouldn't be here. Are you okay with the fact she comes first? Everything I do... if it isn't in her best interest...."

"More than okay," Shaw replied. "She's your first priority. I'll need to make sure she likes me too." He smiled, but was completely serious in his response.

Hobbs smiled more assuredly. "Pretty sure she will." Noting that the other man had stopped eating, he began to clean up and put leftovers away. During one of the moments when he was faced away, putting items in the dishwasher, he started talking again.

"We didn't really talk about it, but... guess you figured out I liked you taking control. It's... not something I need all the time. You figured that out too, but... I actually do better if I get it more than every seven years, too...." he said sheepishly. "Thing is... while you seemed to like it last night... I don't really know if that's something you want more frequently, or if you just went with it and liked it, but don't really want or need it...."

"I don't think we're too different in that way," Shaw said honestly. "I'm like you, I believe. Sometimes I need to take control. Sometimes I need to have that control taken from me." He paused. "I've never told anyone that about me before."

Hobbs finished putting the items away and returned to the table, sitting down and facing his lover; that's what they were now. In a relationship and everything. He smiled again. "That's good to hear. I have no problem taking control. Usually, it's in other areas of life, due to my avoiding this aspect of myself for the most part. But I'm as much on board with taking control as I am with giving it up...." He bit his lip. "I guess now is when we talk about hard limits and safe words and such...."

"I don't have too many hard limits," Shaw said. "Drawing blood is one. And hurting each other, physically or emotionally...I won't do that to you and I expect the same." He paused before adding, a bit wryly, "Spanking is an exception to that, but then again, that's not really about causing pain."

Hobbs grinned, almost bashfully. "I lose enough blood in my job without deliberately doing it for play. No blood play is a hard no for me too. I agree with the hurting emotionally. Mind games aren't my thing. Honesty is a must, but being mean to be honest isn't necessary. I hope if I ever lash out and say something hurtful, you will call me on it; not let me get away with it. Hurting physically... change that to harm and I agree. There are some things I've been curious about that would probably hurt...." He paused, to see if Shaw automatically vetoed. If the man was against anything other than spanking, he could live with that. He didn't have to try everything he was curious about.

Shaw nodded. "If there's anything you want to try, we can talk about it and discuss it. I'm thinking more about punching, kicking...I'd say biting, but in the right circumstances, that can be a turn-on."

Hobbs nodded. "Yeah. Punching and kicking isn't a turn on at all. Biting? As long as there isn't blood drawn, that can be fun." He smirked, before continuing, "If anything happens that we immediately need to stop... well, the simpler the easier to remember. My words are green for 'I'm good', yellow for 'slow down' and red for 'stop'."

"Same for me," Shaw said. "Which will be easy enough to remember. I hope you know I'll listen for and respect any use of safe-words. And if we're experimenting and something doesn't feel good? I won't be upset or disappointed if you need to put a stop to it," he promised.

Hobbs nodded. "Same here. I trust you completely and want you to be able to trust me. Outside of our sex-life, are there any expectations we should address?"

"I used spanking as foreplay," Shaw commented. "But I'm also aware that both of us have a tendency to...well, get in over our heads. Pull dangerous stunts that might not always be necessary." He paused. "I guess what I'm asking now is, do you think it's a good idea for spanking to also be used as punishment if one of us crosses a line?"

Hobbs slanted his head, thinking about it. "I'm not sure I want spanking to be tied to situations where I screwed up and you're punishing me. Either I get turned on at the absolutely wrong time, or spanking ceases to be fun because it reminds me of when I messed up."

Shaw nodded in understanding. "What if implements were used in those kinds of situations?" he asked.

"That... would work," he said reluctantly. He suspected he'd be on the receiving end more often than not.

"Hey." Shaw moved to gently bump shoulders with him. "I'm not exactly known for being safe and careful. Anything like this, we'll both be answerable to each other."

Hobbs grinned sheepishly. "I know we're answerable to each other equally. I also know that when you've done dangerous things in the past, there haven't been other options available. I try, but that isn't often the case with me." He frowned. "I do try, though. I don't want to leave Sam an orphan. And now... I don't want to leave you either."

"I know," Shaw replied. "And if we ever figure out a punishment is necessary, we can sit and discuss it at the time before anything does happen."

Hobbs nodded. "That's fair." He leaned against Deckard. "Anything else?"

"Not that I can think of," Shaw answered honestly, hugging him a bit tighter. "What about you?"

"We've covered the biggies. Anything else, we can talk about when they come up..." Hobbs allowed himself to press close. "Gotta warn you... I like to snuggle."

Shaw snorted softly. "Yeah, I figured that out last night. It's okay. I like to as well."

Hobbs grinned at that. "Wanna see my custom bed?" He wiggled his eyebrows.

"I've been wanting to see it ever since you told me you had one." Laughing, Shaw stood, though slowly enough that they could stay in contact. "Lead the way."

Laughing happily, Hobbs stood and, wrapping an arm around Shaw's shoulders, led him to his room with the oversized bed with the highest count Egyptian cotton sheets money could buy. They spent the rest of the morning trying them out.

The End