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A Minor Penalties short story (NSFW)

This just in: Tom Crowler is now a Prada brand ambassador. A weird choice for an athlete, let alone one as historically nondescript as Crowler. But a recent run of photos on Crowler’s brand new social media accounts show him in Prada’s line of loungewear, hanging out around the house and playing with his adorable dog, Artemis. So long as he isn’t looking directly at the camera, Crowler develops twice the personality, good gamble, Prada!

Top comments:

clions2010: didn’t take Crowler for a brand whore :(

grant16rox: The Jax Grant Effect in action!

(From: Caption to post of Tom Crowler’s modeling shots shared to Instagram fan account “SeaLionsNews”, 04/13/2025)

“I don’t think this is what Zinnia had in mind when she sent me those scarves,” Tom said. He lay prone on the bed, back to the wine red sheets with a thread count so obscene he hadn’t dared check the tag since Jax got them. 

“I promise not to take any pictures of you.” Jax wrapped the scarf in his hand around one of the slats in the headboard and then around Tom’s wrist. “Anyway, you’re really not a scarf guy, I don’t see you wearing these out and about otherwise.”

“Fair.” Tom did his best to relax. Zinnia, the outreach manager at Prada who handled his sponsorship deal with them—a crazy sequence of events he still didn’t fully understand—had attached a note to this shipment that she knew not everything involved “matched his style” and he should just use the things he felt comfortable with.

He didn’t think she had meant this. 

With all four of his limbs tied to the bed, Jax came around to his side and crawled on top of him.

“Hi,” Jax said. He had one knee either side of Tom’s hips and one wrist above each of Tom’s shoulders. 

“Hi.” Tom coughed and cleared his throat. “Are you, um. Are you sure about this?”

The look Jax gave him was fondly exasperated. In lieu of answering the question, he bent low to kiss Tom. He only pulled away when Tom had gotten so lost in his mouth he’d forgotten he about the scarves and tried to reach for Jax.

“Shh.” Jax pressed a kiss to his fingertips. “Let me.”

Seeing as Tom didn’t have a lot of other options, he let Jax. He let Jax run careful teeth along his collarbone, he let Jax grind down against him, wearing nothing but his form-fitting boxer briefs. The scrap of cloth soon drove Tom utterly insane dragging against his sensitive cock, but he couldn’t do anything about it, so he laid there and took it.

When Jax moved on to running feather-light fingers across his inner thighs and under his balls, Tom had to hang on to the headboard for dear life. Did people get friction burn from silk scarves? That would be a wild one for a sponsored product review. The thought made him smile and, sensing his distraction, Jax took that moment to take the head of Tom’s cock into his mouth and suckle him gently.

“Pay attention to me.”

“As if I could pay attention to anything else,” Tom scoffed.  

“Uh-huh,” Jax said, the way his eyebrows twitched showing his skepticism, and then began to suck Tom off in earnest.

Jax’s mouth was wide and generous and he knew how to use it. Tom had been spellbound by those lips since day one and he didn’t foresee that ever changing. It would be nice if he could hold out for more than five minutes against it, though.

Especially because Jax’s lips twitched upward, even occupied as they were, when Tom began whimpering and his hips twitched upward. 

“You don’t have to be so smug about it,” Tom groaned when Jax pulled off, leaving him twitching up against nothing. 

“Mm, beg to differ. “Jax licked his lips. “You ready, babe?”

“Ready?”

“For me to blow your mind.”

Tom wanted to retort something snarky about how Jax would have to try harder, or maybe something cheesy about how he did that every day by existing. The words caught in his throat when Jax slid up his body again and sank down on his cock with no warning.

Tom’s mouth flew open but nothing escaped but a tiny, broken sound. “Jax,” he said when words were again a possibility.

Jax took a deep, steadying breath. “Yeah.”

He began to move so slowly Tom barely noticed it happening until he’d already established a gentle rocking motion. The friction was intense all the same. Jax must not have prepped very much, or at all. He’d never fuck Tom with so little consideration himself, he often drew it out until Tom begged for his dick or an orgasm, whichever came first. 

“C’mon,” Jax taunted. “Aren’t you going to give it to me?”

Tom strained upward, stymied by the scarves holding him down.

Jax pouted. “Aww. Guess I’ll have to do it myself.”

He arched his back and moved his hips faster, one hand coming down to jerk himself off.

Pleasure thrummed in Tom’s balls, in the pit of his stomach, in the base of his cock. He wondered if there would ever come a time when he wasn’t so easy for Jax, when the sight of him getting himself off didn’t make Tom crazy.

He hoped not. 

At the same time, he wished he could reach out and palm the curve of Jax’s hips as he screwed himself down harder and harder on Tom’s dick. He wished he could cup Jax’s balls in his hand, could thumb at his nipples, could kiss him.

“You gonna come for me?” Jax panted. “Gonna lose it ‘cause I make you feel so good?”

A pulse of precome left Tom. “You first.” He bit his lip to distract himself from everything Jax was doing to him.

Jax laughed breathlessly. “Please, baby. I could get you to give up for me in a heartbeat.”

Of course he could, Tom knew he could because he’d done it many times. He didn’t want that today. He strained upward as much as he could in his confines, rocked into Jax using his thighs and his hips.

A shocked, strained sound left Jax’s mouth, and then warm come shot out over Tom’s stomach as Jax froze in place before frantically riding out his orgasm.

Tom followed him over the edge in an afterthought, a happy sigh he’d made Jax feel good and a gentle slide into bliss.

After, they lay side by side, skin sticking together with sweat and other substances. The breeze of the air conditioning sent shivers across Tom’s skin.

Eventually, Jax heaved himself up to undo the ties around Tom’s wrists and ankles. If he’d pulled hard enough, he could have gotten out of them himself. He’d never wanted to. 

“Feel better now?” Jax asked around a yawn.

“Hm?”

“About the restraints.”

Tom snuggled down into the bed, giving Jax pleading eyes. Jax groaned and went for the en-suite, muttering something about “spoiled pillow princesses”.

Tom smiled at his retreating back. When he returned with a damp washcloth and wiped Tom down, Jax gave him a pointed look. “So? How did you feel about it?”

Tom shrugged. “I’m glad you came first.”

“That was important to you, huh? Why didn’t you say so?”

“I didn’t know I cared so much about it until just now.”

“You know why?”

“I guess…” Tom sighed and propped himself up on an elbow. “I got pretty hung up on not being enough for you after the last time you tied me up.”

“Tom—”

“No, I know that’s not why we broke up—”

“We didn’t break up.”

Tom eyed him. 

“We weren’t officially dating,” Jax defended. 

“But we both wanted to be. And the reason we didn’t was because of me.”

“Fine,” Jax conceded. He let himself fall into his pile of pillows with a huff. “But it wasn’t because you weren’t enough for me, Jesus.”

“I know.” Tom placed a hand on Jax’s chest. “In the rational parts of my brain, I know. But…”

“But you still had something to prove to the irrational parts.”

“Yeah.”

Jax’s warm fingers stroked through his hair. 

Then, a whine sounded from outside the door.

“She needs to go out,” Tom remembered. He’d been so ready to relax into bed and forget the rest of the world for a while.

Jax groaned. “Give me five.”

“I’ll go.”

“We can go together.”

“You don’t have to—”

“I’m not ready to let you out of my sight right now.”

Tom’s breath caught. Before he could stop himself, before he could even really think about it, he said, “I love you.”

Jax stared at him. 

Tom got to his feet and opened the door so Artemis could come in. He shouldn’t get her used to being in the bedroom or in his bed but he couldn’t keep her behind a closed door when she was upset. He kneeled down to scratch behind her ears and let her lick at his face. All the while, her paws skittered on the floor, anxious to go out.

Tom reached for sweats from the dresser.

He ought to say something like, “it’s okay if you’re not ready to say it”, but Jax hated it when Tom lied to make other people comfortable.

“I had a plan,” Jax said forlornly.

Tom pulled a T-shirt over his head and turned to look at him. 

“I was gonna take you out to some fancy place by the bay when I said it. Or tell you when we clinch a playoff spot.”

Sitting down at the end of the bed, Tom put a hand on Jax’s ankle. Artemis immediately came over to nose at them. “I don’t need it to be special. Just true.”

“Of course I love you,” Jax said, waving a hand in dismissal. “I wanted it to be special.”

“Of course,” Tom echoed, voice as weak as his knees.

“Of course.” Jax sprang to his feet with a grunt of effort and began getting dressed. “With that cleared up, can we talk about real estate?”

“Um.”

“My realtor has a line on this amazing place, a refurbished Victorian near Golden Gate Park. It’d be great for Artemis, and it’s only a few minutes away from Phil’s. We could move in this summer.”

It was Tom’s turn to stare, holding his socks in one hand as Jax finished getting ready and dug Artemis’s lead out from where she’d pushed it under a pile of clothes. “You want to…”

“I want to buy a house together,” Jax said. “And live in it with you. Because I love you and I don’t want to spend a minute apart from you if I don’t have to.”

Tom swallowed. “And because you hate my apartment,” he tried to joke.

“No, Tom.” Jax grasped Tom’s hands in his. “Because when I say I love you, I mean I’m ready for us to have a future together that makes us both happy.”

Tom had no idea what he could possibly respond, so he kissed Jax as hard and as long as he knew how. They only stepped apart when the dog complained again, and as they took the elevator downstairs, Jax opened up pictures of the houses his realtor had suggested on his phone and began telling Tom about his ideas for the future.