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Mr. Roth (shadowman) wrote in thatjazz,
@ 2008-04-17 20:46:00

Entry tags:

club open, complete, james, scott

Closed to Scott (for now)
Well, it has been a very dull and uninformative night. James sighs, and drums his fingers on the table. Talking to Tricia was like hitting a brick wall repeatedly; he had found out nothing except she clearly wasn't waiting for someone, no matter how disappointed she had looked when she had finally left. He's already put in a call to check her out when the sun rises. You have to know who you are dealing with to be able to put them in their place.

And now he's itching for something to do, like something crawling just under the surface of his skin. He's not too sure what, but there's something he wants, a taste just out of reach, and he watches the patrons amble by, seeking out a face or some sign that shows weakness. And then he catches a glimpse of Scott retreating into his office, and he remembers the tenseness of his neck when he mentioned customer satisfaction, and there. Perfect. Someone to talk to. In soothing tones. Something to do that might quiet the itch for a while.

He stands up and pushes his chair in, taking his drink with him - his third, and he's aware he's feeling warm. Not enough to take the edge off, but noticeable nonetheless. James flicks his eyes over to John, busy talking to a flushing bass player, and then over to Nathan, who is inundated with customers. No one seems to notice him as he slips over to the office door and knocks lightly. A man's office is sacred, even James doesn't barge in unannounced.

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shadowman
2008-04-19 11:54 am UTC (link)

And apparently Scott wants to bruise his mouth and leave his mark there as well as on his shoulder. That should be interesting to explain, and there's a curl of annoyance in his stomach coupled with the forceful heat of the kiss before Scott downright shakes apart in his hands, and James pulls back to watch, teeth half-bared as if in pain, no sound, shame, but it's so intense to watch nonetheless, that giving in for a brief moment to James, and he wonders how much of that was physical and how much mental, want did you he want to do more of, how can he get Scott to scream.

And it's something far more complicated than triumph that washes through him as he watches Scott's body quake against him, feeling the hot splash of his come in his palm, catching his fingers and his belly. It's something more than pride as well, satisfaction and arrogance and the thrill of power combined with a grudging awe and lingering desire, that's what lances through his mind and body, replacing any annoyance he might have felt.

James slows his hand, feeling Scott's cock jerk under his palm when he brushes his balls and then just presses over it solidly to help him calm down, not moving anymore, leaning into to presses a small kiss at the corner of his mouth before lapping his tongue over his lip and sucking on it, a graze of teeth finishing the movement. There's a moment of silence punctuated only by Scott's breathing. Then James glances to the side. "Anytime you like to give me my shoulder back, I'd be much obliged." His voice is rich with amusement, without any cruelty - or in fact, any hint of pain or discomfort that Scott's nails might be causing him.

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patient_man
2008-04-19 12:01 pm UTC (link)

The moment itself is so raw and intense that Scott can't be bothered by James watching, or the fact that his teeth are bared or the slightly calculating gleam in James' eyes.

But the moment after, when he's catching his breath and finding his balance, when the hand pressed against him is more centering, grounding and help that he wants to admit, he actually feels... honestly exposed.

He nods slightly, expression guarded and wary for a flickering instant, before he's managed to school his features back into composure. "My apologies," he says, soft and steadier than he feels.

He lets go of James shoulder, pushes back to find his own balance, and so that he's not trapping James against the desk. He doesn't know what the hell just happened here, nevermind how he feels about it.

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shadowman
2008-04-19 12:29 pm UTC (link)

When Scott pushes back James releases him, eyes searching his face for any tells about how Scott might act, and not moving his eyes off him, leans over with his clean hand and pulls his handkerchief from his jacket pocket and slowly wipes his hand, pausing just a second before bringing his thumb up to his mouth and licking a smear of Scott's come off the tip, saltmusk spreading over his tongue. It's both familiar and unexpected - which sums up Scott quite nicely. "No apologies necessary." He doesn't blink from Scott's gaze.

He wipes at his stomach as well, and considers offering Scott the handkerchief as well, but decides against it. Too familiar, too intimate, and the gesture wouldn't be appreciated. Scott likes his independence. Instead he spies the bin and throws the piece of fabric in and then concentrates on buttoning up his trousers again, his movements slow and steady, deliberate, letting the moment move from tense to at least some form of normality.

He moves round the desk and picks up his shirt, throwing that over him and sliding the cotton back on, deftly doing up buttons before smoothing his hand through his hair, one of his vanities.

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patient_man
2008-04-19 12:32 pm UTC (link)

Scott doesn't take his eyes off James until he moves away to get dressed, then follows him in straightening his clothes. He fastens his pants again, with a very faint grimace, and pulls his shirt back on.

He glances down at the top of the desk and spots James tie still there, and picks it up. He picks it up and lifts his eyebrow toward James. "Sir?" he says, and holds it up.

He's. Not entirely steady but that James was willing to give him the few minutes he needed to regain some composure and gather himself -- actually confuses him even further, but there's no way to deny that he is better as a result.

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shadowman
2008-04-19 01:00 pm UTC (link)

"Thank you." James pulls the tie from Scott's fingers, and it slides through them for a second before falling and hanging from his hand. His eyes flick to Scott's mouth and then back to his eyes, and he loops the silk around his neck, fingers dexterously forming a knot that he pulls tight, until he's sure he looks immaculate.

The last thing, his jacket, which brings him closer to Scott and he debates for a second before swiftly stepping closer and pulling Scott's mouth to his one last time, soft but there is a hint of possession behind it, an edge which he lets Scott feel. And then he breaks it, just as quickly as he started it, and puts on his jacket, turning away and picking up his glass with the tips of his fingers.

"Thank you for an enlightening end to the evening." He keeps his tone neutral but there's a definite twinkle in his eye as he looks back at Scott before walking to the door and starting to undo the locks.

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patient_man
2008-04-19 01:05 pm UTC (link)

Scott doesn't object to the kiss at all, though it's slightly confusing. The possession - that has potential to become a problem, or at least a complication. He can't quite make up his mind about that, either, and for the moment he doesn't try.

"My pleasure," he tells James, with a half-smile that might just be close to a smirk. There's a deliberate pause as he accompanies James to the door, and there's definitely something amused in his expression and tone when he adds the predictable, "Sir."

His throat is going to be wearing teeth marks for days.

Complications and complicated, indeed. Bloody mess, more like.

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shadowman
2008-04-19 01:23 pm UTC (link)

The 'Sir' makes his eyebrow twitch up, just for a moment, before he exits. The smirk would have to be dealt with another time. James is not too sure if this is going to complicate things or be a marvelous distraction, but he's going to play the game, that he knows for certain.

He walks out into the club, eyes automatically searching out anyone who might notice or look at him strangely, but there's enough noise so that he passes unnoticed. He notes where John is now, laughing with a few patrons, and his expression is entirely blank. It's only outside in the chill that he allows himself a smile. An enlightening evening indeed.

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