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Tweak says, "I did it all for the wookies."

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 2008-05-21 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)

	buttonmantim 2008-05-22 06:45 pm UTC (link)
	Well that knocks out two of his favorite things. He shrugs and sets the gun down, making sure he stays between John and the gun. Some habits you don't break no matter how turned on you are. A knife is pulled out of a sheath and is laid next to the gun. "Shame that." Tim pulls his tie off and steps toward John. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cashandcheck 2008-05-22 07:02 pm UTC (link)
	John's eyes follow the knife, and for a moment, he almost reconsiders, but it's not worth the risk, even for the thrill he knows he'd get. Scott would fucking kill him for even chancing it. "I don't have a death wish." Some people would disagree. "And I'm sure a guy like you doesn't need weapons to be dangerous." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	buttonmantim 2008-05-22 07:11 pm UTC (link)
	"I don't kill or hurt people on accident," Tim states quietly. "If I want you dead, you can't stop it." He's not being cocky or arrogant, simply telling the truth. "And I have no desire to spill your blood." He picked up the knife again and drew the flat of it across the back of his hand, eyes on John. "It's all about the knowledge that I could. If I chose." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cashandcheck 2008-05-22 07:46 pm UTC (link)
	John doesn't doubt that for a moment. His eyes follow the blade, watching the play of light, almost against his will, and his lips part on a shallow, uneven breath. "But you don't choose." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	buttonmantim 2008-05-22 07:52 pm UTC (link)
	"To cut you? No." Tim chuckles softly under his breath, "But I do choose to see you looking like you are right now." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cashandcheck 2008-05-23 05:32 pm UTC (link)
	John drags his eyes away from the blade and back to Tim's face, and licks his lips, swallowing before trying to speak. "Level with me, Mr. Olyphant. What's the bottom line here?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	buttonmantim 2008-05-23 05:45 pm UTC (link)
	"Don't you think I'm the one that should be asking that, John?" He leans back against the door. There's nothing overtly threatening in his stance other than what's always there. He is a hit man after all. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cashandcheck 2008-05-23 05:52 pm UTC (link)
	"Management wants you happy. I want them happy and this isn't exactly against my will, you know?" Not that he'll say if it is, but he just wouldn't mention it at all. He's got the notion that Tim's not going to go with any of the deception that gets wrapped around this part of his work so often. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

buttonmantim
2008-05-23 06:03 pm UTC (link)

Tim chuckles softly and sets the knife aside. "Management doesn't need to gift wrap your ass for me to be happy." He crosses the room slowly, hands fisting into John's hair again as he kisses him. Forget the song and dance, he's had enough of that, what he wants is John. Pure and simple. The wall was handy and he shoved John into it, pinning him there with his body as he ravaged his mouth.

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cashandcheck
2008-05-23 06:12 pm UTC (link)

John would make a crack about how his ass doesn't need gift wrap to make any guy happy, except his mouth's occupied elsewise. And pretty happily, too, sudden solidity of the wall against his back and the force of Tim against his front combining to form a moan that fed right into Tim's mouth, meeting every bit of fierceness of something that's more raw than a kiss.

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	buttonmantim 2008-05-23 06:18 pm UTC (link)
	Tim's hand goes to John's cock, cupping then pressing before he starts rubbing along the length through John's trousers. He wants more of those moans, more of those sounds in that beautiful voice. He nips at John's jaw then down the side of his throat, all roughness and want, a low growl vibrating John's skin. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

cashandcheck
2008-05-24 08:49 am UTC (link)

The growl's felt as much as heard, but none of it really registers, because most of his attention's firmly fixed in his pants. Right where Tim's hand is, rough and hot and firm right over his dick. Right where he can't even push forwards into it, caught between Tim and the wall, nothing to do but arch his neck in helpless invitation and just fucking take it.

And make a sound that's nextdoor neighbor to a whimper.

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	buttonmantim 2008-05-25 02:25 pm UTC (link)
	Which is fucking close enough for Tim. He bites down again, just holding skin in his teeth and tugging. Unfastening John's pants, he thrusts his hand in, curling his fingers around John's cock and immediately stroking him roughly. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cashandcheck 2008-05-25 04:49 pm UTC (link)
	Which pushes John beyond a whimper into a full-blown moan, hips pushing forwards helplessly into Tim's hand, neck stretching to offer more. More access, more skin, more contact, breath short and shallow, eyes squeezed closed. His hands find Tim's hips, fingers curling tightly into fabric. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)