Title: Lessons in Lust 2: Paying the Price

Author: Tayla

Fandom: Nash Bridges

Pairing: Nash/Harvey

Rating: NC17

Category: Smut

Status: Completed December 9, 2002

Archive: Yes to WWOMB/Peja. All others please ask

Feedback: Yes, please. All constructive criticism will be graciously accepted

Series/Sequel: Sequel to "Lessons in Lust: Partners

Disclaimers: 'Nash Bridges' and its characters belong to Carlton Cuse and Don Johnson and
I don't know who else. Certainly not me.

Authors Notes: Yes, I realize that Nash and Harvey are not using condoms. I did that on purpose. These two men have been lover's for at least twenty-five years, and even though
they have both had others over the years, I think that they would go bare with each other.
If you are of a different opinion, that's fine, but don't flame me for it. Remember folks, this is fiction.

Summary: Harvey tells Nash about his indiscretion with Evan. Nash uses that as an excuse to introduce bondage into their relationship.

Warnings: GRAPHIC M/M sex, unprotected sex, bondage, spanking, and indiscriminant
use of kitchen utensils and olive oil.


Lessons in Lust 2: Paying the Price
by Tayla


"I think I screwed up"

Harvey and Nash were sitting at Harvey's kitchen table sharing the newspaper after eating Sunday brunch. It would have been breakfast but they lingered in bed that morning.

"Well, you've definitely been screwed down. What do you mean?"

Harvey didn't answer and Nash looked over the top of the paper at him. "You must want to
talk about it or you wouldn't have said anything. So spill it, Bubba."

"I slept with someone else."

Nash smiled. "I already knew that. Anna."

"Besides Anna."

"What did you do? Pick up a chick in a bar?"

"Something like that."

"How much like that?"

Harvey grimaced. "More like picking up a guy in a bar."

Nash was quiet for a moment. He folded the newspaper and put it down. "You picked up a
guy in a bar?"

"Yes. I'm sorry Nash, and I know you're angry but I can explain."

"Well now, I don't think explanations and apologies are going to be good enough."

"No?"

"No. I'm going to have to punish you."

Harvey's breath caught in his throat for a moment. Nash expression was stern. "Punish
me?"

Nash smiled at Harvey's discomfort. "Oh definitely." He had wanted to initiate bondage games with Harvey before but was never sure how to bring it up. He had seized on this apology of Harvey's supposed indiscretion to broach the subject. He let his voice take on a stern edge.

"Stand up."

"Excuse me?"

"Stand up. Take off your robe."

"Nash?"

Nash sprang up from the table and was next to Harvey in a flash. He pulled his lover out of his chair. He wrapped his arms around Harvey and pulled him close.

"Harvey, do you trust me?"

"Of course." Harvey answered immediately.

Nash kissed him long and deep, holding on until Harvey melted against him. He pulled back and looked into his lover's eyes.

And then grinned evilly.

He stripped Harvey out of his silk robe and turned him around, shoving him face down across the table, sweeping coffee cups and newspaper onto the floor.

Harvey was surprised, but he wasn't afraid. Well not really. Just a bit anxious. He wasn't sure what Nash was up to, so he just lay still and waited.

Nash crossed to the other side of the table; Harvey's eyes followed him.

"Harvey, give me your hands."

Harvey held out his hands. At the first touch of silk to his flesh, Harvey's heart rate sped up. He wondered if Nash were going to tie his hands together. He felt his arm being stretched above his head. //Oh my god, he's going to tie me to the table.// and he started to shake.

Nash noticed the slight tremble. He wrapped the belt from Harvey's robe around one wrist, and stretching the arm to one side, secured the other end of the belt to the table leg. Using his own belt robe, he did the same with the other arm.

Nash walked around the table, lightly trailing his fingertips down Harvey's spine as he went. He stood behind his lover and began to caress the man's ass through his pajama pants.

Harvey hissed in pleasure as Nash's hands played over his silk covered flesh. He began to rock his hips, pushing his ass up into Nash's hands. The sensation was maddening. Nash was using hardly any pressure, just barely skimming his hands over him. He groaned in disappointment as the hands were removed entirely.

"Nash? Don't stop, please."

"I'm just getting started." And he brought his hand down on in a sharp slap on Harvey's ass.

Harvey raised his head from the table and tried to look over his shoulder. "Nash, what the hell are you doing?"

Nash brought his hand down on the other cheek, then stroked again, smoothing the silk over the stinging flesh. "I told you I was going to punish you."

Nash caressed Harvey's ass through the silk one last time before yanking the pants down his legs, leaving a puddle of blue silk around Harvey's feet. He saw that Harvey's ass was just barely pink from the first slaps. He knew that before he was finished, Harvey's ass would be a much brighter pink.

"Now then, why don't we have a little discussion about this guy you slept with." Nash said as slapped one naked cheek.

Harvey winced. "I didn't actually sleep with him. I just had sex with him."

Nash slapped the other cheek. "And that makes it so much better. Tell me about him."

"I was at Sullivans, near the pier. And Evan started asking questions."

"What kind of questions?"

"You know. Guy stuff."

Nash smacked Harvey again. "No I don't know. Tell me."

"Ow! Quit smacking me!"

"Answer the question." Nash gave each cheek a quick whack.

"Okay, okay." The story came out in a rush, like Harvey was trying to get it all out before Nash decided to spank him again. "He got me talking about my first time. And I told him about having a boyfriend when I was a teenager, and how I liked to bottom. And he started talking shit about control and dominance and all that, just not getting it at all. So I decided to show him."

"Wait a minute. Evan? You had sex with Evan?"

Harvey took a breath and then said in a small voice, "Yes."

"You let him fuck you?" Nash laid both palms on Harvey's ass, not spanking, just resting there.

"No. I fucked him."

"Was he a virgin?" Nash stroked the stinging pink flesh.

"Yes." Harvey answered, breathlessly, somehow knowing that the spanking wasn't finished.

"And you didn't share him with me?" Nash's hand cracked down sharply on Harvey's butt yet again.

"I'm sorry." Harvey whispered.

Nash backed away from him. Harvey shifted his feet restlessly, his ass still stinging, wondering what else Nash had in mind.

He didn't have long to wait.

Nash reached under him and stroked his cock, which was hard and leaking. Harvey had been paying so much attention to what Nash was doing to his ass, that he realized how aroused he was.

"Why Harvey, I do believe you're enjoying this."

Harvey moaned in response.

Nash was extremely aroused also. Having his lover naked and stretched out on the table before him was doing wonderful things to his libido. He strode around to the other side of the table, his robe hanging open and his own cock hard and ready. He dropped the leaf at the end of the table bringing Harvey's head to the edge. He put one hand on either side of Harvey's head, holding him still, and quickly shoved his dick into Harvey's mouth and down his throat.

Harvey choked a little at the rough intrusion until he adjusted. He began sucking on Nash's cock enjoying the feel of it fucking his face.

But Nash stopped far too soon, in Harvey's opinion, and raised the leaf to support Harvey's head again. He walked around the counter into the kitchen. Harvey craned his neck, and he could just see Nash rummaging through the utensil drawer.

"Nash, what are you doing?"

Nash grinned at him. "Looking for something to spank you with."

"Didn't we just do that?"

"Ah, but that was just the interrogation. We haven't gotten to the punishment yet."

Harvey shivered.

Nash continued looking through the drawer. "Now what do we have here?" He pulled out a spatula and swung it experimentally. It made a whistling sound as it cut through the air. It was thin and metal and would probably cut into Harvey's flesh. He didn't want to do that, so he wasn't actually going to use it, but he liked the way that Harvey's eyes had widened when he swung it, so he laid it on the countertop.

He poked into the drawer again, and came up with a heavy wooden spoon. "Now this has possibilities." The spoon made a satisfying thunk as he smacked it into the palm of his hand. He laid it down next to the spatula.

He went back to the drawer once again. "Oh, I should be able to figure out something interesting to do with this," he said as he held up the turkey baster.

Harvey shuddered as he imagined what Nash was going to do with that. Then he remembered something. "Utility drawer." He said cryptically.

"What?"

"On the other side of the kitchen, next to the 'fridge. Look in the utility drawer."

Nash crossed the kitchen and found the indicated drawer. He found it right away. It was thin, wooden, about the length of a ruler. "Is this an old paint stirrer? They don't make them like this anymore. The last time I painted, the stirrer was plastic."

"That's been in there since Bonnie left. The cat used to like to play with it."

Nash swung the stick against his palm. Then he tried it out on his leg. It was perfect. It was a very light, thin piece of wood. It wouldn't actually hurt or bruise Harvey, and that was the important thing. This was supposed to be fun, after all. But it would sting nicely.

Nash started to circle the counter to go back to the table. On a whim, he snagged the bottle of olive oil and the turkey baster off the counter and brought them too.

Harvey's cheeks were still nicely pink from the spanking he had already received. Nash stroked him gently and Harvey nearly purred.

"Now Harvey, how many strokes do you think you deserve?"

Harvey hesitated a moment. "Ten?" He said tentatively.

"Ten? For keeping your virgin partner all to yourself?" Nash said as he brought the stick down on Harvey's right ass cheek. "I think twenty sounds more like it." He continued as he smacked the left ass cheek, too.

"Okay, twenty."

"Right. Now why, exactly, are you being punished."

"Because I had sex with another guy."

Nash gave Harvey two quick slaps with the stick. "You haven't been paying attention. Try again."

"Because I had sex with my gorgeous, young, sexy partner, and didn't share him with you."

"Very good. Now count off."

Nash brought the stick down and Harvey said "Five."

Nash laughed. "Harvey, we usually start counting at one."

"But you already gave me four!" Harvey objected.

Nash smacked him again, harder. Harvey winced as the thin wood stung his flesh.

"That was before we started. Now try to do better. I'm going to start again."

He smacked the stick on Harvey's ass again and Harvey said "One."

"Very good, Harvey. Keep counting."

Thwack. "Two."

Thwack, thwack. "Three, four."

Nash kept smacking and Harvey kept counting until they got to ten. Nash took a break, just petting Harvey's stinging ass. He reached under and fondled Harvey's dick, stroking it lightly for a moment, but pulling away before Harvey could come.

"Nash, please . . ."

"Please what?"

"Fuck me."

"Not yet, not until I'm ready."

Nash continued delivering smacks to Harvey's bottom, and Harvey was moaning and twisting with each stinging blow.

When they finally reached twenty, Nash set the stick aside, admiring Harvey's glowing red ass.

Harvey was panting, sweaty, and so hard it was actually starting to hurt. He couldn't see what Nash was up to, and he was feeling quite vulnerable.

"Nash . . ."

"Hmm?"

"What are you up to, Nash?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

Nash had dipped the turkey baster into the bottle of oil, siphoning up some of the liquid. Some of the oil dripped down onto Harvey's balls as he nudged the tip into Harvey's anus. He was being slow and careful. After all, the thing was plastic, and not flexible. He didn't want to hurt his lover.

"Nash, what the hell is that?"

Nash grinned at him. "The turkey baster."

"You're fucking me with a turkey baster? Man, that is just so gross." Harvey started squirming. "Take it out!"

Nash smacked Harvey on his already sore ass. "Hold still. I'm not done yet." And he pressed the bulb, shooting a stream of oil into Harvey's ass. He pumped the baster in and out a few times, then removed it.

For the first time since they started playing, Nash touched himself, stroking his cock, coating it with oil, bringing himself to full erection.

"My turn."

"You gonna fuck me now?" Harvey asked impatiently.

"You got a problem with that?"

"No, hell no. Get on with it."

"You're so pushy."

"Damn it Nash! Fuck me already."

Nash shoved into Harvey with one hard long thrust and Harvey moaned, deliriously happy to have Nash buried to the balls in his ass. Right where he belonged.

"Good, baby?"

"Oh yeah, Nash. Do it. Do me hard."

Nash pumped into Harvey hard, fast, moving the table a few inches across the floor with each thrust. Harvey cried out, relishing the feel of Nash's big cock splitting him open, not even feeling the sting of his spanked ass anymore, totally lost in the pleasure of being fucked.

Nash listened to his lover crying out. He never made much noise when they made love. Harvey was the vocal one. But today he felt the need to speak.

"God Harvey, I love your ass. I love fucking you. I loved it the first time we did this when we were kids, and I still love it."

He continued to thrust into his lover, and Harvey held on to the edge of the table, doing his best to shove his ass back into the fucking.

"You gonna come for me, baby? You liked me spanking your ass, didn't you? It turned you on, didn't it?" He slapped Harvey on the ass again, as he was fucking. "Answer me."

"Yes," Harvey screamed. "I loved it. Keep doing it. Nash . . ."

It was finally too much for Harvey. The unfamiliar sensation of being spanked, the very familiar sensation of Nash's prick brushing his prostate, Nash's nasty commentary and the titillating fact that he was tied down to his kitchen table, all combined to send him, howling, into the best orgasm he had had in years. His cock spasmed and shot out onto the floor, just as Nash thrust into him one more time and came inside him.

*
Nash cleaned up the kitchen, while Harvey took a long bath, to ease his sore butt.

They spent the afternoon lounging on the sofa watching football, snacking, drinking beer. But every once in a while Harvey would shift uncomfortably in his seat.

"Are you all right, Harv."

"Yeah, it just . . . hurts a little." Harvey grinned at him.

Nash was contrite. "Sorry."

"Don't be, it was wonderful." A thought occurred to Harvey. "How long have you wanted to do that?"

Nash thought. "A few years. Kelly wanted to try it once. It didn't do much for her. I thought I had done it wrong."

"Felt right to me."

"So you liked it?"

"Couldn't you tell? By the way, did you get all the semen off my hardwood floor? That stuff stains, you know."

"Yeah, I got it."

They were quiet for a while.

"So you think you might want to try it again?" Nash finally asked.

"Yeah." Harvey answered shyly.

They were quiet again.

"Hey Harv?"

"What Nash?"

"Do you think Evan might want to play, too?"


End