Over The Top

I love our beta who makes this so easy to read. All mistakes are ours.

A small crowd of tourists, as well as the local residents of Jade Heights, were
starting to gather in front of the big window of McCullum's jewelry store. As
the crowd grew larger people started to point upward toward the roof of the
building. Many even ducked their heads as small objects fell from above. Some
glanced in the window at the display that was laid out for the public to see.
Children and even the adults were laughing and catching things or picking them
up off the ground.

"What the hell ….." Jack thought, as he came out of his shop.

Shielding their eyes from the sun the crowd looked up to see a person on a bike
doing wheelies along the edge of the roof, just as the bike rider disappeared
someone on a skate board would do a handstand on the edge while flipping the
board with their feet.

"Bloody hell," Jack breathed out he set out for the roof, "I'm going to kill
him."
Jay was looking over the edge when he heard.

"Umm, Bird, he looks pissed," the young man with a Mohawk said, as Jack stepped
out onto the roof.

Turning around, Jay saw his lover. "Did you see it man? Wow just think, dude,
it's going to be hit on YouTube," Jay said, coming across the roof to meet up
with the love of his life. "Umm, Sweets, is something wrong?" he asked, not
understanding why Jack look like he was about to pass out.

Jack was breathing hard. "YouTube," he said, his voice shaking, "you risked your
life for a YouTube video." Without turning around he pointed at Jay's friend,
"You stay," he ordered.

"Yeah, sure, ok," the boy told him going over to the cooler, and grabbing a MD
out of it. "It's Birds time to fly anyway," he stated.

"Want a bet on that?" Jack growled out and the boy looked startled.
Realizing Jack was in no mood to play around and he was in some serious trouble,
again, Jay pleaded, "Jack, come on, we do this stuff all the time, well not
this high up. We're just having some fun." Jay stepped closer to his top so he
could only hear, "Please not in front of the guys," he begged.

"Say goodbye to your friends, Jason," he replied, "I'll see you downstairs."
Jack turned to a young girl hiding in the corner "Good to see you again DJ. No
snakes on you I hope."

"Nope," DJ said giving Jack a small smile.

Jay turned to his friends and gave them the `What can I do?' look. "Come on guys
wrap it up. Mr. Spoilsport's not having it," the one with the Mohawk said.

Jay helped his buddy gather stuff and gear up then loaded it up into the VW van
behind the store. Giving DJ a small hug and peck on her cheek he watched as they
drove off, in a small cloud of exhaust.

Shaking his head, Jay locked up his bike and boards, he grabbed a towel from the
dryer and scrubbed his sweaty hair somewhat dry, trying to gathered up his
courage to face his pissed off lover.

"You know Jack you really need to lighten up on some stuff I do. We were
perfectly safe doing what we were doing," Jay said as he entered the loft.

"You were on a roof two stories up, doing tricks that work 95% of the time. It's
the 5% that worries me. Excuse me if I don't want to see my lover freefall from
the top of our building."

Jay leaned against the back of the sofa, he let out a huff as he crossed his
arms, and he could see where his Sweet was coming from. Jay ran his fingers
though his damp hair, he was coming down from an adrenaline high and his body
shook just a little. "I'm sorry we, I mean me, um, I didn't mean to scare you
like that," he finally said. "It didn't start out to happen, shit man, we just
got talking about this and that, and the old times, aw hell, it just happened
that's all. It was just for fun and, oh hell, dude, it's cool man, no one got
hurt," Jay told him, looking up at his lover face. `Hurt yet,' he thought, not
liking the reading he was getting.

"Jay do you have an edit button? What I mean is, stopping to think things
through is something you should seriously consider trying." Jack ran his hands
through his hair. "I don't like being scared."

Jay dropped his head, he felt like he got smacked across the face; he never
expected his Sweets to say something like that. Looking down, he found a hole in
his shirt a little interesting. "Yeah I do stop to think sometimes; you just
don't see it," Jay told him. "The other day I was going to take off on the
bike, but I remembered you said no riding for 90 days. Oh yeah, that reminds
me," Jay reached into his shorts pocket and handed Jay the handmade gold and
blue key ring that said Jack's Brat on it. "I know you think I'm a total idiot,
but I'm not, I just get stuck on stupid sometimes." Taking a deep breath Jay
blinked back tears that threatened to fall, letting out his breath slowly so it
would not catch. "I know you don't like being scared; I'm really, really,
sorry," he said, scrubbing his face with the heel of his hand.

"You are not an idiot," Jack said forcefully, "you're my Brat and I love you to
distraction. I don't know what I'd do if something bad happened to you." He
pulled Jay into his arms and held him tight. "Please don't scare me like that
again."

"I can't promise but I will try not to," he told him, holding him tight. Burying
his face into the crook of his top's neck he snuggled as deep as he could.
Taking in a deep breath, "Do I need to go get the paddle?" he mumbled, fearing
he knew the answer.

"I'm giving you a choice," Jack replied, after thinking for a minute. "I can
paddle you for endangering yourself or you can write 100 lines. I want you to
choose which would drive the message home." Jack hid a smile, he thought it was
about time Jay took responsibility for his actions, and that included the
punishment for the actions. He was somewhat shocked that Jay had offered to get
the paddle.

Jay's body shuddered. He'd just finished a writing assignment on the dangers of
driving under the influence of alcohol. He snuggled closer to Jack thinking.
Lines would only take him about an hour or so, a paddling would only take
fifteen minutes or so, but the cuddling afterwards would be worth it. However,
the after effect would take a few days to go away. "If I choose the lines will
you cuddle me after I finish them?" Jay mumbled into his lover's neck.

"Try and stop me," Jack replied. He knew Jay's choice wasn't as easy as it
appeared his Brat really hated line writing.

"Lines," Jay told him, "but you've got to admit those stunts were awesome." He
let a sly, wild smile cross his face as his eyes lit up.

"If they're done at the skate park and not on our roof they're awesome," Jack
replied, "but if I ever catch you doing it again, you'll be writing more lines
while sitting on a freshly paddled butt. Do you understand?"

"Yeah, I understand," Jay said letting his hand slide up and down Jack's back.
Jay nuzzled Jack's neck finding the one spot he knew drove his man wild. He
began to suck on the tender flesh, feeling his lover relax into what he was
doing. Then he began to undo the clasp on his lover pants. After years of being
together, Jay had finally learned how to unclasp dress slacks with one hand.

"If I was any kind of Top, I would insist on lines first," Jack said, giving Jay
more access to his neck, as his cock hardened under Jay's expert hands.

Wrapping his arms around his lover's waist he maneuvered Jack around so it was
he who was against the sofa. "I won't tell," Jay said, sucking the flesh harder
until he heard a gasp out of the man he loved. Not wanting to bruise the area,
Jay ran his tongue bar across the spot, and then moved down toward Jack's chest.
With one jerk the shirt was undone, and Jack's arms became trapped in the long
sleeve. Dropping to his knees Jay took his lover's hard shaft deep into his
mouth, running the ball in his mouth against the underside of the hard smooth
flesh, and then running the ball into the slit, sucking him to a fast, screaming
climax. Taking what was given to him, Jay stood and claimed Jack's mouth with
his. He usually let Jack lead, usually when coming down from a spike of
adrenaline he'd drink a couple of beers, but sex would work just as well. "Bed!"
he whispered.

Jack was dazed. It was not often Jay took command but when he did "Wow" was the
only way to describe it. Once they hit the bed Jack took control again; he
slowly undressed his boy. Kissing each area as it was revealed. By the time he
was finished Jay was almost purring. He stripped quickly, struggling with the
cuffs of his shirt. When Jay looked up with a smile in his eyes Jack just
growled. Then he lent down and kissed Jay stupid. As Jay recovered, Jack moved
down to his lover's nipples and played with them, sucking and pinching until Jay
was drowning in sensation. It was a quick move down and Jack was at Jay's cock.
Jack prided himself on his blowjobs.

Jay grabbed the sheets and his heels dug into the mattress as his ass came up
off the bed an inch or so. "Aww" escaped his lips as he came hard. He lay
panting, trying to catch his breath, giving a stupid smile. "Awesome," he
chirped as he opened his legs a little, giving his love access to him.

Jack leant over his Brat and grabbed a bottle of lube; he coated his cock and
slowly slid into his Brat.

Letting out a small hiss as he stretched to accept his love, Jay gulped in a
small amount of air. He could not help it, his body tightened as his man
continued to push his cock into his body. After a second Jay felt Jack still; he
knew his lover was waiting for him to become adjusted before they continued.
Reaching up he drew his lover's mouth to his and said, "thank you." He then
kissed his Sweets and a purr escaped his lips as his man began to move.

Jack grinned as he slowly began the age old rhythm. He loved it when his Brat
purred. He began to pick up the pace and drove his Brat to the edge and over it.
He followed, and collapsed making sure he didn't land on Jay. "Don't get too
comfortable," he said about 5 minutes later, "we need to eat, and then you have
lines to do before we sleep."

Letting out a small groan, Jay smiled and maneuvered Jack to lie on his back,
snuggling close to his lover. Jay laid his head on his man's shoulder. "Only a
top would remember lines after mind blowing sex like that," he mumbled into his
lover's ear.

Jack just laughed. "Guilty as charged," he replied. He rolled off the bed, and
strolled gloriously naked across to the bathroom, and turned on the shower. "If
you hurry we can share the shower." It was one of the first things he'd changed
when Jay moved in; the shower was now made for two.

Kicking off his shorts that were caught on one leg, Jay jump to his feet and
slid into the bathroom before Jack had a chance to close the door. He became a
little disappointed when this shower was just that: a shower.

Jay sat looking at a note pad, while Jack searched the kitchen for something to
eat. When Jay's friends showed up for a visit the food seemed to vanish with
them. Luckily Jack had set up two steaks to marinate, and there was still some
potato salad left.

"So what do I write?" he asked taking a sip of his MD.

"I shall not scare the hell out of my Top by performing dangerous stunts on the
roof," Jack replied. "You can start after dinner. I have some work I can do up
here whilst you do it." He put a plate in front of Jay, and the two men ate
dinner.

Two hours later Jay placed the note pad in front of Jack's face as he was
sitting on the sofa. "Done! Now can I have my cuddles?" he asked.

On the header of the page was `To my beloved Top' and below, neatly written 100
times, was `I shall not scare the hell out of my Top by performing dangerous
stunts on the roof' double spaced.

On the last page was, `I Jason Copeland (McCullum) promise to do all my skate/
bike stunts at a park that is designed to do such things, where it is safe and
equipped to do them. I LOVE YOU.'

Jack choked with emotion. It was the first time Jay had ever used the last name
McCullum. "Come here you," he said, and pulled Jay into a hug. He then pulled
him closer for an extended cuddle. "I love you Brat."

DUI

Warning – There be spanking and paddling ahead. No sex.

Thank you to our ever patient beta who wants to remain nameless.

Jay laughed as his friends staggered off toward the waiting taxi. The three of
them could never hold more than two beers, unlike him. He could drink at least
three, if not four, and still talk, as well as walk, and drive straight. Making
his way to his bike, Jay slipped behind the trash cans to water the rats. That
way he would make it home without having to stop and piss alongside the highway.
He shook his head to get his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the night. Giving
his watch a glance he saw that he was already a half hour late. "Jack is going
to go nuts on my ass," he said, as he walked toward the back parking lot of the
bar he and his buddies had hung out at, after a good day of skating.

Once he found his bike he pulled out his leather chaps. After struggling for a
few minutes, he yelled, "Fuck you," and shoved them back into the saddlebag.
"That'll teach you for not zipping," he said, as he sat on his bike. He rested
his head on the windshield of the bike and thought maybe he should not have had
that double shot for the road. Grabbing his helmet he strapped it on. He looked
at his phone and saw he'd missed three calls from Jack. "I am so busted," he
mumbled he pulled up the text screen and tapped out something and then sent it,
hoping it was to the right person and it was understandable. Starting up the old
Harley gave his stomach a rumble, as well as a jolt, he hadn't expected; he'd
forgotten how bad it was to ride with one's belly full of beer, Jagermeister,
along with greasy foods.

Jack looked at the message he had received and saw red. His fingers trembling,
he put ten dollars into the swear jar, and then spent every cent as he turned
the air blue. He felt somewhat calmer when he heard the Harley pull up but his
eyes narrowed as he heard Jay stumble up the stairs. When the door swung open he
got his first look at Jay. It was lucky that he had regular health checks
because his blood pressure went sky high.

"You've been drinking and driving," he stated, his voice flat, suppressing the
anger that flowed through his veins.

Jay held up his hand then quickly touched his finger to his lips telling Jack to
shut up. "Don't start. I had a few, and before you go blowing your Top's top
off, I'm going to take a piss, a shower and then I am going to bed," Jay
snapped, as he stepped into the bathroom, letting the door slam behind him. Jay
looked at himself in the mirror. `Idiot you just told your Top to shut up,' the
little angel yelled at him. `Blame it on the Jagermeister,' the little devil
told him.

Jack counted to ten twice, then a third time in French. It almost worked. He was
relatively calm when Jay emerged from the bathroom. He had a large glass of
water in his hand. "Sit. Drink. You don't have work in the morning, we'll talk
then."

Too much beer or just plain stupid - Jay could not decide when he dropped to the
floor and looked up at Jack. "Arf," he panted then scratched behind his ear.

Jack just smiled grimly. "Dogs sleep on the floor," he said calmly.

Cocking his head to one side Jay tried to read Jack's face, not liking the voice
or the tone. Giving one of his best smiles he said, "You're not that type of
Top," and held up his hands. "Please"

"So you're happy to play the game until it doesn't go the way you want?" Jack
pulled Jay up. He hauled him into a hug, "Don't worry me like that again," he
whispered into his Brat's ear. "You have no idea how much trouble you are in."
He handed Jay the glass of water. "Drink that," he ordered, "The alcohol
dehydrates you, and this will help." Jay obeyed and went to sleep, snoring
loudly.


Jack was sitting cross legged on the bed when Jay woke up. "Get up," he ordered,
"We need to talk. Or rather I'll talk, you listen."

Jay licked his dry lips; usually Jack would wait until he at least did his
morning things before they talked, so this told him it was going to be both a
serious and very painful type of talk. "Yes sir," he said pulling himself
upright; he did his best not to squirm.

"You drove drunk last night." Jack's voice was glacial. "If you'd been stopped
on a first offence, it's an immediate 24 hour stand down from driving followed
by a 90 day stand down plus a $1000 fine." Jack glared at his Brat, "This is a
first offence, isn't it?"

"Yes sir," Jay said.

"Let's start the punishment with an alcohol ban. No drinking until I'm convinced
you can do it responsibly. I'll take all your vehicle keys for 90 days. If you
need a lift you can ask me. Any questions so far?

At first Jay thought Jack had lost his mind; however, if he had been caught the
90 day stand down would kill him if he could not see his Sweets. His bike would
have been impounded, and he would have lost his job. If he was to be on a 90 day
restriction, he'd rather do it with his Sweets beside him. "No sir," he said
moving a little to get the pressure off.

Jack saw the squirming and mentally kicked himself. "Go to the toilet if you
need," he said. "This isn't an endurance test." Once Jay was back, Jack moved
the discussion to the sofa. He had used the bathroom break to retrieve the
paddle which he placed on the coffee table. "You're also grounded for 3 months,"
he said. He held up a hand as Jay opened his mouth. "The length is actually up
to you," he said. "Completing writing assignments and lines could reduce it by a
month." Jack grinned wickedly, "Call it an incentive to get the work done. Other
behaviors can get it reduced. Sulking or tantrums can increase it but never more
than 3 months. You may even get it down as low as 2 weeks. Understand?"

When Jay saw the paddle he swallowed hard and his cheeks clenched. `At least
it's not the damn strap,' he thought. When he heard the rest of his sentence his
face fell with disbelief. He figured he'd get grounded but for three freaking
months. `Should have seen it coming. 90 days no driving equals 90 days no
leaving the loft,' he thought. "Yes sir I understand I may not like it, but I do
understand," he said, doing his best not to beg his way out of it.

Jack guessed his Brat hadn't taken in the details of his grounding but let it
alone, deciding that the paddle would leave enough of an impression. If it ever
happens again, or if you ever even think about drinking and driving I will use
the strap. Understand?"

Jay's body shivered; he hated the strap. He didn't even like seeing it coiled up
in the closet, lying on the shelf like a snake ready to strike. Jay stood with
his hands behind his back. Out of habit his index finger roughly scratched at
his thumb. He hated these small "Do you?" question and answer games Jack played
sometimes. At that moment the only answer was either `yes sir' or `no sir'.
Anything else could cause him more pain. He knew that and Jack would know it,
because no matter how much he protested, the grounding was going to happen with
or without him showing his displeasure. "Yes I understand," he told him. Before
Jack could ask any more questions he snapped, "How come you just don't beat me
shitless and black and blue like Shane or ….umm did?" Jay paused as he was about
to say the name Jack would not allow to be mentioned anywhere near him. "…. and
be done with it."

Jack was shocked. "Never going to happen," he protested. "If you're thinking
that is even an option we may need to look at the whole discipline aspect of our
relationship. Are you still okay with this?"

"Sweets don't say things like that. I know you'd never beat me shitless, it's
not in you. That's one of the reasons I love you so much. I love our
relationship the way it is and the way you fix things when I screw up. I knew I
should have called you; the only reason I didn't was because I didn't want to. I
wanted to show myself I was still the big guy on the bike that can handle his
alcohol. I never thought I could have been killed and left you alone," Jay said,
not realizing he was rambling.

"So you were aware of what you were doing?" Jack said his voice lowering.
"Driving drunk I mean. The not thinking of the consequences is an ongoing
problem. I'm hoping this paddling will drive home a message. I would never beat
you black and blue. Although I have no problem with a nice red butt."

Jay swallowed several times trying to get the lump in his throat to go away. He
hadn't realized the truth had just caused him more trouble. He looked down at
his lover, and closed his eyes. "Yes, I knew I would get punished for being
late, but no, I really didn't think about the consequences of driving drunk.
It's not like it's a recurring thing with me," he told him.

"I know," Jack replied. "And as for the truth causing you more trouble, you
couldn't have got any deeper." Jack knew his Brat's thought processes pretty
well by this stage in their relationship. It was a common complaint of Jay's. He
pulled his Brat across his lap and pulled the pajama pants down to reveal a
white butt. "I'm not asking you why you've ended up here," he informed his Brat.
"We've discussed it enough." He began to spank Jay.

Jay grabbed his pillow and bit into it. After the first couple of swat he
realized this was no warm up spanking. He tried to maneuver his ass out of the
way but wherever he moved the swat landed. Soon the grunts became oww, and the
owws became screams. "Jack please, oww, I'm sorry," he cried out as the swats
landed. He even tried to pull away. As the heat and the burn continued building
in the area of his backside and upper legs, he knew he would never be able to
handle the paddling after this was over. He knew begging would do no good.
"Jack… no…. drinking… promise… please Sweets, please stop." It was not beneath
him to try. When his voice became hoarse, he dropped his head back onto the
pillow and cried. He didn't care who heard him, he was only glad it was Sunday
and the other businesses were closed around.

Jack just held his brat until he calmed down. He'd gone pretty easy with the
paddle. Six swats had driven the message home. "Sweetheart," he murmured into
Jay's ear, "tell me what you understand are the conditions of your grounding."

Jay rubbed his face into Jack's shirt and, closing his eyes, he took a breath,
breathing in the scent of his Sweets. Moving just a little to get the pressure
off his scalded backside, he did his best to curl up into a ball. He didn't want
to talk, he just wanted to be held, and told that he was still loved after such
a screw up.

Taking a deep breath, he played with Jack's shirt. "No more drinking, no leaving
the loft except for work, no driving, skating, no hanging out with my friends. I
have to hand over all my keys to you, and I'm going to go bat shit crazy for 90
days." He stopped for a few minutes to think. "If I finish what you tell me to
write, and if I am on good behavior, I may or may not get a month off. If I ass
off, I'll get some added back on to what's been taken off if any. However, I'll
never get more than the original 90 days," he said, rubbing his face into Jack's
shirt once again. "Right?" he asked, looking up at his Sweets.

"I'm not sure about bat shit crazy," Jack chuckled, "But to refresh your memory,
I mentioned you could get it down to two weeks. I will keep the car keys for
three months, because that is what the court would have done. However you can
ask for them once the grounding is over, and I don't see there being grounds for
me to refuse. The alcohol ban will stay in place indefinitely, and I will join
you on the wagon. I couldn't handle losing you. I love you sweetheart." He
dragged Jay up in a desperate hug, making sure his brat's butt did not contact
anything hard.

Laying his head on his lover's shoulder, Jay hugged him back. "I don't want you
to lose me either, I love you too, my Sweets," he said with a smile. "I'm sorry
I didn't want to call," he told him, lightly kissing Jack's cheek, "But you
know, when I go bat shit crazy I am taking you down with me."

"I wouldn't have it any other way," Jack replied laughing.

The End