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Tweak says, "You won't forget this one."

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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	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)

	buttonmantim 2008-05-27 09:51 pm UTC (link)
	"Open your eyes," Tim orders quietly. "I want to see your reactions there." He bites down again, beneath Tim's collar, sucks at salty skin until it heats before he lifts his head to watch John's eyes. The pad of his thumb rubs over the slit with each up stroke. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

cashandcheck
2008-05-28 12:01 am UTC (link)

It's not easy, but John opens his eyes. Slowly, blinking a lot, until he focuses in on Tim's face. On the intensity in his eyes, driving harder than the relentless rhythm of his hand, combining to wind tension hot and heavy in his belly and his balls.

His own eyes are blown dark and wide with lust, blue scarcely visible around his pupils, and they're fixed hard on Tim's eyes.

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	buttonmantim 2008-05-28 01:03 am UTC (link)
	"Just like that." Tim's voice is dark and low, "I was thinking about bending you over that davenport, but I think now I'm going to fuck you on the floor, face to face so I can watch you when you unravel." He lightly runs his thumb nail across the crown of John's cock. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cashandcheck 2008-05-28 09:10 am UTC (link)
	John really did intend to say something in agreement with that. Even a single syllable, maybe two, anything to indicate how fucking perfect that would be. Except the scrape of nail over his head steals his words and any breath he might have left. His hands curl tighter on Tim's hips, and he struggles to keep his eyes open. Already damn close to unraveling. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	buttonmantim 2008-05-28 04:06 pm UTC (link)
	Tim untucks John's shirt, pushing it off his shoulders, then his pants, shoving them down until they fall and letting John take care of shoes and socks and getting everything out of the way. He pulls off his own shirt and sets it aside, toes off his shoes. Tim's eyes never move far from John's body, watching him with a hungry, predatory gaze. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

cashandcheck
2008-09-16 05:41 am UTC (link)

Shoes and socks disappear fast - John's had plenty of practice to get him past any awkwardness there, and when he's got incentive, he moves fast. Christ, he loves when these things work out. When certain of his duties turn into pleasures. Harsh pleasures, sure, but that's the way he likes it.

He kicks his pants up and away, catching them and dropping them on the chair along with his shirt. Ruined enough of those lately, can't afford to lose any more. Naked's not a problem for him, though, knows well enough that he puts on a good show without clothes.

He leans back against the wall, temporary pause from Tim's touch letting him get enough composure back for a cocky grin, one arm folded above his head, one hip cocked. "See something you like?"

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	buttonmantim 2008-09-16 07:37 pm UTC (link)
	"I see a whole lot I like," Tim growled, unfastening his pants and letting them fall. He steps out of them, not caring that he's nude, his attention is on John. Beautiful, ready...wanting, marks already showing on his neck. He crooks his finger. "C'mere." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cashandcheck 2008-09-18 02:39 pm UTC (link)
	That's easy enough, and John lets his eyes sweep Tim's body as he moves, all sinuous grace with every step. Yeah, he's lucked out this time. Few scars, nothing out of the ordinary, and a real nice body. Nice cock, too. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	buttonmantim 2008-09-18 06:00 pm UTC (link)
	Tim's hands are rough on John's skin as he pulls their bodies together, both hands dropping to John's ass, kneading the firm muscle. His mouth lands on John's shoulder, biting down and sucking as he grinds his hip against John's cock. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

cashandcheck
2008-09-19 06:24 am UTC (link)

"Oh, Jesus," John mutters, breathless and giddy at the sudden leap in intensity, something real sweet about the spike of heat jumping from teeth in his shoulder and knowing beyond anything that Scott's gonna see that, see that mark and turn it to his own. And that's all beside the hands and the pressure on his dick that have him rubbing shameless and hungry up against Tim. "What d'you want, sir? Wanna get up inside me? Wanna fill my mouth?"

It's all good. There's more, but hey. Start with the simple stuff.

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	buttonmantim 2008-09-19 10:51 am UTC (link)
	Tim licks at the mark, nice and dark against John's pale skin. "You mark real pretty," he whispers. Fingers dig into skin and muscle, spreading John open as Tim pulls him in, the tip of one finger brushing against his hole. "Both. First your mouth, then the rest. You finish yourself off when I say and not before." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cashandcheck 2008-10-03 02:24 pm UTC (link)
	"Got it," John manages, head dropping back, neck arching, hips pushing forward to grind hard against Tim and squirming against the tease of hands, hunger for more leaping high and hot at the words as much as the touch. "You want me on my knees?" Because he really fucking wants to be there. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	buttonmantim 2008-10-07 11:59 pm UTC (link)
	"Pretty like you? You bet a shiny penny I do." Tim's hands slide down John's sides then back up to his shoulders where he shoves down hard. "On your knees." His eyes darken and harden as he watches John, a hand curling hard and intent in his hair. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

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