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Tweak says, "Wanna tweeze my eyebrows?"

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

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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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	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)

	cashandcheck 2008-05-21 12:12 am UTC (link)
	John shudders. Once. "That depends," he says precisely, "on how you plan to make me scream." Because Scott's on edge enough already. Unexpected screaming is going to result in gunfire, and that's not going to work out well for anyone. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	buttonmantim 2008-05-21 02:12 am UTC (link)
	"I can come up with any number of ways, but one of my favorites is my dick up your lovely ass," he whispered just over the music. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

cashandcheck
2008-05-21 09:14 am UTC (link)

John's eyes darken, and he's damn glad that Tim's right next to him because he's in real danger of his knees giving way.

It's been a long night.

"Backstage," he murmurs, "is soundproof. Any noise you want back there, and it's not gonna be much as a peep out front. Gonna need to give management a heads-up, then you can make me scream loud as you can."

He's not about to suggest anywhere else. He doesn't take people home. He doesn't go elsewhere with men who can kill him without trying. And he doesn't take risk far enough that he really could end up damaged enough not to work.

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	buttonmantim 2008-05-21 03:14 pm UTC (link)
	"You gonna be able to walk if I let you go?" Tim's teasing, mostly, but he can feel the way John's responding to him in a way that's got him more than ready. "Backstage it is." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

cashandcheck
2008-05-21 03:39 pm UTC (link)

"Think I'll manage not to embarrass myself," John returns, and does just that, moving away enough to breathe, and grinning at Tim. "Right this way, sir."

He's not taking his usual route backstage. He bypasses the stage altogether and hits the passdoor, heading up to Mr. Gill's office on the way. Scott's not happy, but Mr. Gill recognizes good business. Besides, safeguards are in place.

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buttonmantim
2008-05-21 03:44 pm UTC (link)

Tim waits for him, lighting another cigarette and still feeling torn between what he wants, which is John and what feels like a set up. He doesn't think Scott's stupid enough to try and blackmail him, besides the boss already knows about Tim liking dick. There are others that could find out that might take exception, but they'd soon realize that it didn't change anything about the way that Tim did business.

None of his nerves show though, he appears outwardly calm, collected. When John reappears, Tim looks him over. "Your boss know I'm the one taking you backstage?"

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	cashandcheck 2008-05-21 03:48 pm UTC (link)
	"My boss wants me alive to work tomorrow night." It's not a yes. It's not a no. He's not going to deny anything. Scott's not stupid, and Tim wouldn't believe John if he tried to protest anonymity. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	buttonmantim 2008-05-21 04:44 pm UTC (link)
	"You're good at avoiding, but that wasn't my question. You tell Scott it was me? And who else finds out?" He exhales a long stream of smoke at the ceiling. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cashandcheck 2008-05-21 07:40 pm UTC (link)
	"Mr. Gill already knows it's you." Well, if Tim's going to force the issue, John's not going to dodge it. "He keeps his mouth close, and I don't say anything without his say so." John moves away from the door. One more pass door and past three rooms, and that's the door to his dressing room. "You still wanna hear that scream?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

buttonmantim
2008-05-21 07:56 pm UTC (link)

Tim follows him, eyes on John's ass as he struggles to figure out just which head he's thinking with at the moment. He moves quickly, pinning John against the wall, muffling any sounds he might make by covering John's mouth with his. It's less about kissing and more about silencing as his hand moved to John's throat again, more threatening this time, but still soft. With that touch the kiss quickly becomes a kiss, tongue licking into John's mouth, tasting the smoke of his cigarettes.

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	cashandcheck 2008-05-21 08:38 pm UTC (link)
	John's not sure which is hotter. The force Tim uses to cover his mouth to start with, or the softer intensity of the kiss. Booze and smoke and adrenaline and the threat of the hand at his throat combine to make his heart beat faster, breath speed, and give back to the kiss. The same way he does everything else. With every scrap of energy and enthusiasm he's got. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	buttonmantim 2008-05-21 09:33 pm UTC (link)
	TIm doesn't harbor any doubts that passion can be feigned, and he's definitely not arrogant enough to think he can't be fooled. He does however, trust his gut. He always has and he's still alive, so he reaches for the doorknob and opens it. Breaking the kiss with a soft bite to John's lower lip, Tim nods. "Yeah. Yeah, I do." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cashandcheck 2008-05-21 10:35 pm UTC (link)
	Can be feigned. Isn't being. On one level, sure, it's good business sense to get friendly. On another, John's turned on as fuck. It's that level that's working as he backs through the door, one hand rising to pass fingers over his lip, press against the lingering ache of the bite to make it bloom again. "Key's in the lock." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	buttonmantim 2008-05-21 10:45 pm UTC (link)
	He locks the door, takes the key out and sets it on a table. Tim reaches for his tie, loosening it a bit before he advances on John, reaching out to fist one into his shirt. He notices the way John's fingering his lip and smiles. "Too much? Or you want more of that?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

cashandcheck
2008-05-22 09:21 am UTC (link)

John's damn glad that the key's out of the lock. Not that he's planning on unlocking it himself, but it means that anyone with another key (read: Scott) can get in if it gets needed.

"Not too much," he assures Tim, with a chuckle. "No, sir, you do that all you want." He gives easily into the fist in his shirt - practice, and a need to stop buying new shirts all the time has given him that - going with the movement, stepping in closer to Tim.

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buttonmantim
2008-05-22 03:28 pm UTC (link)

Tim kisses him again, less tongue and more teeth, careful not to bite too hard because he's t hinking it might be hard to sing with swollen lips. He pauses and takes his jacket off, tossing it over a chair, revealing the gun tucked into his waist band. He takes that out and carefully unloads it, tucking the bullets into his pocket before stepping closer to John again. "Tell me what kind of danger you like."

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	cashandcheck 2008-05-22 06:40 pm UTC (link)
	No harder to sing with swollen lips than with a raw throat, and John's done both before. He pulls his tie off, dropping it on his dressing table, and sets his vest on top of it, watching in the mirror as Tim unloads the gun. Counting to make sure every bullet's out of the chamber. "No guns," he says, briefly and definitely. "No knives." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)