Live and Learn

Co-written by: Myst and LJ


Chandi toed off his shoes and tossed his jacket over the back of a chair. His phone was placed on the charger and his keys dropped on the table beside it.

It had been a long day; much longer than he had anticipated when he had set out this morning with Stewart. It was Chandi’s day off and with Eric busy doing a couple of estimates, he had borrowed Eric’s car and invited Stewart to accompany him to the city. There, they had wondered around visiting a few of their favourite haunts and ended up stumbling upon a never before seen shop.

Chandi had been looking around the large clothing store while Stewart made his choices. He hadn’t found anything he wanted to buy. “I’m dying of thirst, man. How about we stop and get drink before heading further down the street?”

With drinks in hand, they walked along, laughing and talking about the various sights. They turned down a side street and there, tucked away off the beaten track was the little shop that specialized in piercings.

Stopping in front of the small shop, Stewart commented, “I don’t remember seeing this place before…must be new.” The sign overhead read ‘Perfect Piercings’. Chandi was immediately drawn to a picture depicting a lovely gold ring.

“Hmm, what do you think? Do we dare?” he asked as he stared at the various articles in the window display, finally pointing one out to his friend. “I’ve never had a piercing but I kind of like that one…in gold if they have it.”

Not giving it much thought, he nudged Stewart and daringly suggested, “Want to get one?” His eyes were sparkling as he grinned from ear to ear. It never occurred to him that there may be pain involved or that Eric might not approve of him getting pierced.

“Sure!” Stewart agreed wholeheartedly. “But maybe you should consider getting your tongue pierced. I’ve heard it’s great for the person on the receiving end of oral sex.” He smirked at the astonished expression on Chandi’s face.

“I am definitely going to have to do more research on that.” Chandi laughed at his friend’s bluntness. Once inside the shop, he was mesmerized by all there was to see. The pictures on the walls were a real eye-opener. He never realized a person could be pierced in so many places……or that someone would even want to.

Turning to the salesgirl, it briefly crossed his mind to wonder just how many piercings she had. He smiled at her and, deciding it was now or never, pointed to a particular photo and asked, "Do you have that one available in gold?"

“We better not have to wait too long,” he whispered to Stewart, “or I just might chicken out.”

“No way, man! You chicken out and I’m going to tell everyone in town we’ve got a coward for a cop.”

Chandi smirked at his friend’s threat. “Yeah, I bet you would at that.” He bounced nervously on the balls of his feet as he watched Stewart being led away. Several warnings vied for attention in his head, but he resolutely pushed them aside when the girl told him he was up next.

Taking a deep breath, Chandi followed a bald, skinny guy into a tiny room. Given a choice of three different gold rings, he chose the medium sized one; the other two were just too thick or too thin and made him cringe just to look at them. He removed the necessary clothing to allow the man access to the place being pierced.

Next he sat down and tried to relax. That proved impossible, so he closed his eyes and held his breath. Maybe if he didn’t look, it wouldn’t hurt so much. He heard a sound similar to what a nail gun might make and a second later…….“Holy fuck!” he barely managed to squeak out as his eyes popped open. He willed his heart to stop thumping and his lungs to function properly while waiting for the pain to lessen.

Once he was breathing normally, he stood up and carefully rearranged his clothing, taking care not to touch anything. He walked out to the main area and tried toconcentrate on the girl’s instructions. He was never so glad to get out of a place.

“You should have tried to talk me out of that, Stewart, instead of egging me on,” Chandi growled at his friend. “You’re supposed to be pal, for shit’s sake.”

Stewart  laughed heartedly and slapped Chandi on the back. “Buck up, man. Luca’th gonna love mine and Eric’th gonna love yourth. Ya gonna thow me it?”

“Not on your life!” Chandi snorted. “And I don’t want to look at yours, so just keep your tongue in your head,” he teased. Now that the worse was over, his sunnier nature was shining through.

The return trip home was uneventful, although not nearly as comfortable as the one to the city had been. Not much conversation took place as the two men acclimatized themselves to their new body ornaments.

After dropping Stewart off at home with plans to get together later in the week, Chandi parked and locked up Eric’s car then stood looking down at it. “At least I got you back unscathed….wish I could say the same for myself,” he muttered before gingerly walking into the house.

Not feeling up to making supper, he decided a shower was in order. Upstairs he got out flannel PJ bottoms and a t-shirt. To him ‘loose’ meant comfort and right now comfort was what he needed most. Next he went into the bathroom, stripped and checked out his latest acquisition.

He grimaced when he saw it was swollen and still bleeding slightly. Of course the girl had told him this was to be expected; that the bleeding should stop within a day or two. The upside was that this type of piercing as a rule healed the fastest. In the meantime, ‘tender’ didn’t begin to describe how it felt when he gently touched the gold ring.

“Wonder what Eric’s going to think of it.” For the first time since spotting the ‘Perfect Piercings’ shop, thoughts of his partner’s reaction entered his head. “He better like it, after all I’ve been through,” he mumbled as he moved over to the toilet.

“Ooooh, my God….” he groaned when discovering, much to his dismay that peeing with a newly pierced dick was another experience in pain he could have lived without. “Shit! That freakin’ burns. Why the hell did I think this was such a great idea?”

He stepped into the shower and started to relax as the hot water cascaded down his body. “Aaah, this feels is soooo much better.”

Meanwhile, Eric was parking the van next to the car. As he got out, he noticed the car was in need of a wash; one more thing to do. It had been a long day and he was glad to be home.

“Chandi, I’m home,” he called out as he entered the house. Listening for a reply, he heard the water running upstairs and he knew where Chandi was; right where he wanted to be himself, in the shower. Grinning, he thought he’d surprise his lover and join him. He began pulling off his shirt as he climbed the stairs and once in their room quickly stripped off the rest of his clothes.

As he opened the bathroom door, a mist of steam hit him in the face. Eric made his way over to the shower. Opening the glass door he looked at his partner and saw a glint. Staring at Chandi, he exclaimed, “What the hell is that?”

Chandi was startled by Eric’s sudden appearance. Glancing down at himself, he quickly answered. “I got pierced today…and for God’s sake whatever you do, don’t touch it! It’s just starting to feel good, but you touch it and I’m not going to be responsible for my actions.” He backed up, trying to put as much distance between them as he could.

He looked into Eric’s eyes and realized all he wanted at that moment in time was the feel of the big man’s arms around him. Taking a chance, he stepped just close enough to hug him. “It really hurts, Eric,” he moaned, hoping for a little TLC.

Eric gently pulled Chandi into his arms and gave him a hug. He could not believe Chandi had got a piercing without asking him. Obviously his Brat was suffering and as much as Eric was not pleased, he couldn’t help but comfort his partner.

“That’s okay, shhh, we’ll get through this,” he murmured into Chandi’s ear as he held him close. “Let me wash up before I dry you off and you can change into something soft. We can discuss the details later. Everything will work out all right, I promise.”

Chandi lifted his head off Eric’s shoulder. ‘Did he just mention discuss and details in the same sentence? That doesn’t sound as promising as he says. And unless he isn’t big on jewelry, what has to be worked out?’ The thoughts were fleeting as Chandi readily submitted to Eric drying him off. It felt so good to be pampered and he relished the hands-on attention.

Eric led Chandi into the bedroom and made sure he was as comfortable as possible, then sat down on the bed next to him. Eric didn’t really mind if his partner wore jewelry, but having a piercing without even asking his opinion shocked him.

Lifting Chandi’s chin so he could see the expression in his Brat’s eyes, Eric sternly demanded. “Okay, now tell me what in the world were you thinking when you got that and why you got it? And if it was so important to you, why didn’t you talk to me about it first? This affects both of us, not just you! Do you have any idea of the health risks involved?” Pausing for breath, he added, “I’m not happy with your actions; not at all.”

Chandi gazed solemnly into his Top’s unhappy face and sighed. “I’m not sure if I was thinking. I just saw a picture of a similar piercing and thought it looked cool. Then I just sort of blurted out that I wanted one. After that, I didn’t want to chicken out.”

‘Shit, if this sounds lame to me, what must it sound like to Eric?’ Chandi kept some of his thoughts to himself. He was definitely regretting his rash actions. ‘Sooo not the smartest thing I’ve ever done...maybe not the dumbest, but not the brightest either.’

“I’ll tell you, I started wishing I hadn’t done it as soon as I felt it going in…and I still kind of wish I hadn’t,” he muttered derisively. “I’m really sorry, Eric, for not talking it over with you first but it just seemed to happen so fast.” Chandi murmured and hung his head.

Eric shook his head as he listened to his Brat’s explanation. “Okay, so we both agree that this was not a good idea on many levels; the first of which was not talking to me about things that affect both of us. The second was that you didn’t think about how it could affect you health-wise. And then there was not stopping because you thought someone might think you were chicken.”

Softening his voice a bit, he stated, “The stud is not going to stay. You can take it out or if you want, I will do it for you. The decision is yours, but it will come out….and I don’t mean tomorrow, I mean now.”

Chandi nodded his head in silent agreement. He heaved a sigh of relief over the decision being taken out of his hands. Eric had made it. Now only one problem remained. Chandi was really squeamish about removing the jewelry himself. Fact is, he didn’t even want to touch it, knowing how sore it was. Fortunately, Eric had offered a solution.

Chandi lay back on the bed with his legs spread and dangling over the side. He grabbed up handfuls of duvet and squeezed his eyes shut while he waited for Eric to remove the gold ring......and waited and waited.

Finally, peeking out from under long eyelashes, he saw the triumphant smile on his partner’s face and the light glinting off the small circle of gold in Eric’s hand.

He blinked and his eyes opened wide. “Whoa, I didn’t feel a thing! How’d you do it? I figured it hurt like hell going in and would sure as hell hurt even worse coming out.” He carefully examined his penis and sure enough, all that remained of his misadventure was a small, rather inflamed-looking hole off to one side.

“Shit, it’s even starting to feel better.” He smiled up at Eric. “Thanks, lover, for helping me out here,” he murmured softly while still marveling at what his Top had accomplished.

Chandi pulled on the soft flannel sleeping pants he had laid on the bed earlier. “Ah, want to go make supper together?” he asked, erroneously believing a diversion might work here.

“Supper? I don’t think we need to eat right now, Chandi,” Eric replied with a determined look on his face. “We have something else that needs to be addressed.”

Taking a breath, Eric patiently explained, “Chandi, as much as I love you, I am going to punished you for this. You have got to think things through before you do them, and things like this, things that affect the two of us, you must consult me on.” After saying that, he took down his Brat’s sleep pants and carefully laid him across his lap.“I love you,” he said as he brought his hand down and began to thoroughly spank his partner until he could tell that the lesson had been learned.

Chandi gasped when the first swat landed on his bare butt. It never ceased to surprise him how strong Eric’s right arm really was, not to mention the amount of steel in his right hand. Less than a dozen swats and he was squirming and reaching back to block the blows. His hand was grabbed and pinned to his side. The arm around his waist tightened, immobilizing him. All but his legs that is. They were jerking enough to cause his sleeping pants to fly off and land a few feet away. He was sobbing out his remorse long before Eric finished teaching the lesson.

Eric ended the spanking with half a dozen rapid swats to the sit-spot and gathered his Brat into his arms. He then told him over and over how much he loved him and that no matter what, they would make it through whatever came their way.

A very remorseful young man had felt himself being lifted and seated on the lap he had been lying over. He felt more than heard the soft mantra being murmured above his head as he sank into the comfort and security of his Top’s loving embrace. “I-I’m so s-sorry,” he hitched. “I-I know; talk first, act second.” Chandi knew he was loved, knew he had been forgiven and the slate wiped clean.

They sat rocking back and forth for several minutes until Chandi had stopped crying and was at peace with what had happened. Wiping his wet face on Eric’s shirt, Chandi looked at his lover through glistening eyes and whispered, “I love you, too.”

He blinked and gave Eric a watery grin when another protest was heard. “Your stomach seems to have something to say,” he lightly teased. “Maybe having supper now would be a good idea, before my stomach gets in on the conversation.”

He gently kissed Eric’s lips and with one finally hug, he got up to find his soft flannel pants. After gingerly pulling them up over his very sore bottom, Chandi reached for Eric’s hand so they could go downstairs and make their evening meal together.

The End.