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Tweak says, "let me see yo grillz."

Tim Olivander (buttonmantim) wrote in thatjazz,
@ 2008-05-19 09:09:00

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club open, john, tim

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Tim hasn't had time to come into The Fury in a while, his boss has been keeping him busy playing messenger boy, which although Tim does it. It's not his favorite job. Too many pissing contests which require him to keep his temper and use words instead of bullets or fists.

Despite the fact that he threatened Daniel, Tim knows that there's almost no chance he'll ever get an order to take the man down. Daniel's good and it would create waves and disrupt business and in this case? Waves were bad.

He's looking forward to a relaxing night off, gets a drink and finds an empty table. Tim lights a cigarette and exhales slowly, eyes gazing around the room checking for trouble before he relaxes a little.

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	buttonmantim 2008-05-20 02:54 pm UTC (link)
	Tim isn't a big believer in coincidence, but doesn't push the matter either. He leans back with a slow smile, eyes moving over John's body, well as much as he can see that is. "Entirely?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cashandcheck 2008-05-20 03:01 pm UTC (link)
	John spreads his arms, leaving the cigarette on the ash tray, and smiles equally slowly, looking steadily at Tim's face. "Entirely." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	buttonmantim 2008-05-20 03:26 pm UTC (link)
	Tim stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and stood up. He held one hand out to John. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cashandcheck 2008-05-20 03:38 pm UTC (link)
	Time to earn his keep. Smile and eyes never faltering, John places his hand in Tim's and rises smoothly from his chair. "We gonna dance?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	buttonmantim 2008-05-20 03:59 pm UTC (link)
	Tim just smiles and doesn't answer as he leads John onto the dance floor. His hand settles on the small of John's back, hands clasped. "Answer your question?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cashandcheck 2008-05-20 04:05 pm UTC (link)
	"Partly," John agrees, and loops his arms around Tim's neck. It keeps him from restricting Tim's movements, but more, it keeps him from blocking access to any weapons Tim might be carrying. He's not stupid enough to assume there aren't any. But he also does several flavors of dancing. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	buttonmantim 2008-05-20 04:27 pm UTC (link)
	Tim's relatively unarmed. Mostly. He's never completely unarmed. The hand on John's back tightens, pulling him in so they're hip to hip, bodies flush together. "I have to tell you that when someone as beautiful as you is offering me unrestricted access. I get a little nervy," he whispered against John's ear. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cashandcheck 2008-05-20 04:31 pm UTC (link)
	John half-closes his eyes, leans in, and follows the movements of Tim's body, chuckling a little. "Anything I can do to help with that, sir?" He's not missed the compliment. He's just not addressing it. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	buttonmantim 2008-05-20 04:35 pm UTC (link)
	"You can tell me why me and why now?" He nips at John's ear then again just below it, the actions hidden from most of the room by their position on the dance floor and the tilt of Tim's head. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cashandcheck 2008-05-20 06:05 pm UTC (link)
	John closes his eyes and hisses softly, heat shivering out from the sharpness of teeth on his ear. "You're no palooka, Mr. Olyphant. There's talk. There's business. And there's me to keep fellas sweet. Fellas with certain...leanings. Fellas with leanings and influence. Fellas," he opened his eyes, and met Tim's with a wry smile, "like you." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	buttonmantim 2008-05-20 06:18 pm UTC (link)
	He hasn't missed the hiss or the reaction and smiles in return. "That part of what you do here? Keep fellas like me...sweet?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cashandcheck 2008-05-20 06:27 pm UTC (link)
	"If they're feeling a little...sour." John matches cadence perfectly. "Need a little sweetness, sir?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	buttonmantim 2008-05-20 07:06 pm UTC (link)
	Tim doesn't answer right away, he continues moving, enjoying the feel of John's body against his. Something still feels off, but what? He's not sure. It's too pat. "In my line of work, sweetness gets a man dead real fast." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

cashandcheck
2008-05-20 07:48 pm UTC (link)

"In your line of work, a lot of things get a man dead real fast," John returns. "In mine too. I could kid you, Mr. Olyphant. I could come on to you so smooth you'd believe I'd been aching for your touch this past year. Weave you a pretty web of lies about loyalties. I could play coy and let you think you're persuading me into your bed."

He leans in closer, speaking directly into Tim's ear. "I'm not trying it, because I don't believe you'd swallow it. You want me, I'm yours for tonight. No strings. No expectations. No. Limits."

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buttonmantim
2008-05-20 09:02 pm UTC (link)

It's an amazing offer really. Tim wasn't just complimenting, John is a stunningly beautiful man and one Tim had always thought was far out of his league. The very fact that it's an amazing offer is what trips him though. Tim turns them slightly and slides one hand up John's chest to rest lightly at the base of his throat. "You're right, I'm no chump and if you came onto me like this at any other joint, I'd be telling you to fade" He leans again, "But we're not at any other joint. And it's been a long fucking dry spell, but if you're playing me, it's a dangerous fucking game." Tim's thumb strokes the base of John's throat lightly before his hand moves back to John's waist."

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	cashandcheck 2008-05-20 09:37 pm UTC (link)
	John shudders at the press of Tim's thumb on his throat, laughing breathlessly, eyes shining and wild when he looks back at Tim's face. "That's how I like my men," he confirms, his own hands still and unmoving around Tim's neck. "Dangerous. On the level, sir. I'm not playing you." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	buttonmantim 2008-05-20 09:48 pm UTC (link)
	Tim recognizes that look, he's seen it before and his answer is a slow understanding smirk. "Like that? Danger?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cashandcheck 2008-05-20 10:04 pm UTC (link)
	"And how." John grins back, completely unabashed. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	buttonmantim 2008-05-20 10:13 pm UTC (link)
	The song ends and Tim smiles, leaning in and exhaling against John's ear. "I can supply that." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cashandcheck 2008-05-20 10:29 pm UTC (link)
	John stands very, very still, and keeps breathing. It takes effort. "Do you wanna?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	buttonmantim 2008-05-20 10:31 pm UTC (link)
	With a slow smile, Tim presses his hip in hard against John's crotch. "Oh yes. Let's get outta here." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cashandcheck 2008-05-20 10:57 pm UTC (link)
	John closes his eyes against that smile, and swallows hard. "Got my own dressing room - that suit you?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	buttonmantim 2008-05-20 11:01 pm UTC (link)
	"Depends...how much noise do you think I can get you to make?" Tim's hand drops to the top of John's ass, rocking him slowly against his hip and thigh. " And how likely are we to be disturbed?" He'd hate to have to shoot someone for startling him here in the club. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cashandcheck 2008-05-20 11:31 pm UTC (link)
	"Only management comes in my dressing room without a personal invitation." It's breathless, uneven, and very nearly interspersed with laughter. It's either that or drop to his knees right then and there. "And I know it's hard to believe, but I can keep quiet sometimes." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	buttonmantim 2008-05-20 11:42 pm UTC (link)
	Tim shakes his head slightly, "You misunderstand." His teeth graze the side of John's neck. "I want to hear you screaming." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)