Adrian Battye (adrianswall) wrote in carpediem_rp, @ 2015-09-08 20:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: adrian battye, character: jackson london, thread: complete |
Who: Adrian Battye and Jackson London
When: August 30 Late evening
Where: Smith House
What: Tension and talking and tugging
Rating/Warnings: Smut of the manual sort
Status: Closed/Complete
Adrian hadn't bothered to get dressed after he and Narissa got out of the pond - he'd gotten out before she did, water sprite that she was. He was sitting on the deck chair reading waiting for his mom and Jackson to get back from the gallery. She'd stayed late - and likely fed Jackson dinner - when it was clear he just needed to spend the day playing.
Jackson was in a good mood when he returned from the gallery. It had been too long since he'd just had a day of playing, and while he'd wanted to head back when Adrian did he couldn't pull himself away from the piano. When he got back though the first thing he did was start looking for his friend. He froze though at the sight, having to swallow down and tamp on the fact that Adrian was shirtless. No, nothing to see, not at all, and he smiled and waved, heading to his side.
Adrian heard Jackson's distinct step and smiled at his friend. He could hear by the gait that the immobilization that Jackson had suffered for that week was gone. Jackson was back to his usual limp, not the exaggerated stiffness he had. "Did mom turn the lights off on you, or did she actually have to close the keyboard on your fingers to get you to stop?" Adrian teased.
"Because dark has ever stopped me before?" A smirk curved Jackson's lips and he shook his head. "I realised how late it was when she started locking up. I didn't want to be rude." Not that he thought Adrian's mom wouldn't have let him just stay there, but he didn't want to cause trouble. "How was your day after you left?"
Adrian smiled at Jackson's smirk. It was nice to see him amused again. "I got Sissy to come out of her room. Told her about my father showing up. Harassed her about what is bothering her, but she'd being the protective little sister and not telling me since I already have enough to deal with." Adrian sounded a little sad about the last fact, after sounding happy about spending time with his sister. There was no need to talk about what else his sister had implied about him and Jackson. "I didn't want to tell her about my father so as not to burden her and she's pulling the same shit on me - but better since she didn't really reveal anything."
Jackson laughed and nodded. "Learned evasive techniques from you then?" He offered his hand to pull his friend from the seat and shook his head. "She'll tell you. She always does. It'll probably be at the worst possible time. You're about to get laid and she'll pop into your room to tell you every little thing." A grin, though a flicker of agitation passed through his eyes too. "Let's head inside though, ok?"
"She learned the wrong things from me, obviously." Adrian agreed. He took his friend's hand to get to his feet. "I had to tell her though… she would've been hurt if I kept it from her too long." Adrian chuckled at Jackson's description, but colored just a little since Narissa had said she had been giving him space when he was with Jackson. "No," he reassured Jackson, "she says she's good with people stuff." And would give him space to have his relationships uninterrupted. "She hasn't walked in on me since I first started messing around."
"Or she's giving you a taste of how we feel when you do it to us?" A teasing smile and he slung his arm around Jackson's shoulder. "Evasive techniques and all, you know. But you're right that she does know things about people. How else would she have so many people around her all the time?" Because Narissa was rarely alone, and when she was it seemed to be by choice.
"It is annoying when she does it. It is expected coming from me or you." Adrian pointed out unapologetically. After all, he gave Jackson plenty of space about personal things too. "She has people around her because she is so sweet people want to be around her - and she likes people." Adrian agreed.
Jackson smiled and shrugged. "Doesn't mean she likes it from you. Personally I go with the mindset that if I'm supposed to learn something I will." Which was why he always approached things with Adrian as he did. His friend would talk to him when he needed to. That had been proven again recently, after all. He guided the other boy to the house, glancing over. "Your room or living room?"
Since Narissa was apparently giving him and Jackson space, if they hung out in the living room she was more likely to hide in her room. Therefore, it made sense for Adrian to offer, "my room, I guess. Unless you want to grab something to eat or drink."
"Your mom made sure I ate." A smile at that. It was always amusing to realize that she probably saw him as hers too in some ways. He was there often enough anyway. "So your room it is then." He turned when they entered to head in that direction.
Someone had to adopt Jackson when he left his own family. It made sense that Adrian's mom would; she'd taken Adrian in more than seventeen years ago. If nothing else, she was used to feeding random friends who frequently stayed over. "So you feel better having gotten to play the entire day?" Adrian asked as they settled into his room.
"It was good. It's been awhile since I got that lost in anything." Because even drinking couldn't make him feel as settled inside as music could. And Adrian, though that now was turning into a strange different feeling that he wasn't sure how to figure out. He seated himself on the edge of the bed and offered a smile. "I like sharing my music with people."
"At this rate, Mom is going to offer to pay for your school if she can get you to play in the gallery when you're not in school. You'll make her money just by playing and creating ambiance." Adrian said, sitting on the bed, and then promptly laying back on it.
"Some of the schools I'm looking at won't cost more than living expenses." Two of the better schools he considered in the States offered full tuition coverage and if he could get in, he'd be picked very easily after graduation for a career wherever he wanted to play. He looked over at Adrian when he stretched out on the bed, eyes lingering for a moment on his toned stomach before he tore them away.
Adrian was comfortable with his body - one positive thing he had learned from his sister - and didn't think anything of laying around in just his swim trunks. He'd spent a significant part of the summer wearing little else, when he wasn't dressed nicely for the gallery. "You've been doing your research." Adrian was impressed. Jackson still had no idea what he even wanted to do.
"I've known since I was little music was it for me. The schools I've looked at are schools that I've known of since before I knew I was magical." Because that had changed a lot and so he had revised his future plans accordingly. He leaned back a little, his arms holding him up, though he didn't lay back fully- he was close enough to Adrian that he could almost feel his warmth on his hands.
"You were gifted musically and magically," Adrian agreed. It was reassuring that Jackson still had that sense of his future and passion for it. "And at ten years old you were researching music schools."
Jackson nodded slightly. "I don't want to go to London by myself." Because it would be lonely and he knew he would miss Adrian and his other friends way too much. "Juilliard and the Curtis Institute would be top on my list I think. A bit far but I could apparate or floo to bother you whenever."
"You wouldn't be by yourself." Adrian murmured, looking over at his friend. He hadn't considered school before but maybe he should. He'd thought about playing professionally, but didn't know if he was serious enough or if it was just the only thing he had from Wallace that was good. "If the scouts like what they see, nothing says I have to play in the US."
Jackson looked over at Adrian curiously. "You'd go all the way to England just because of me?" It was slightly shocking. He didn't expect anyone to be that willing to just pick up and go with him like that. That it was Adrian made it even better honestly.
Adrian shrugged. Unlike Jackson he'd never had a very strong sense of what he wanted to do when he finished. He loved working with his mom. He enjoyed Quidditch. "I don't have the same sense of purpose when I finish that you do. I'm hoping the scouts look at me so someone else makes me the offer and I don't have to figure it out myself." It was one area he wasn't purpose driven and goal-bound in his life.
"You could apply to schools too." Jackson shrugged. He'd already said it once. He was almost positive his friend would doubt himself in the quidditch league honestly and so something like that wouldn't be quite as good for him, Jackson didn't think. "You're intelligent and there are a ton of art programs out there if you're going to work with your mom."
Adrian nodded. "Yea, maybe." Adrian had never really considered going to school himself. He had the marks, although didn't know how an O in potions would help him in an art management program. It was an interesting idea, and something that was quietly settling in the back of his head. "I'm the son of two professional players." Adrian admitted. "If I want to play, England or Europe might be better to get a little distance."
"Two?" A curious look. He hadn't really expected Adrian to tell him that much. Part of him was well aware of who it was - he had seen the man leaving the gallery when he had been coming in. It was logical enough. "You love working where you are. Is that something you're comfortable giving up?"
Adrian wasn't completely secure that he could keep on at the Petit Trianon Gallery. He couldn't see anything else. "It is happening Tuesday when we go back to school." Adrian pointed out. "Going to school or even playing professionally would only be a few years."
"Going pro though means that you won't have summers and all working there. You know your sister doesn't plan to work there." Which meant that it was up to him to take over if it was to stay in that family. "You have to decide what you want for yourself, Adrian. Follow what you love, not what's expected of you."
"Mom's not ready to retire yet," Adrian wasn't convinced he'd even be considered when Mom did. She might just close the Gallery. "She wants to get Sissy through her training at the least. And dad says he'd get bored if he wasn't working. She needs to convince him to retire first."
Jackson nodded. "Then you follow something else you love. What makes you happy." He shifted and touched Adrian's hand lightly. "You deserve to be happy, you know." Because that was important to him, that Adrian knew he deserved to be happy.
Adrian had always just taken what the world gave him. He'd never felt in control enough to really think about what would make him happy. It was always people - being with his family and close friends that made him feel happy. "It's important to make sure the people I care about are happy."
"It's important that you're happy. It's important to me." He fixed his eyes on Adrian, moving to cup his cheek lightly. Clearly he didn't understand his worth to others in his life. Jackson had always realized that. "You deserve to be happy for you, not just because you make others happy."
Adrian leaned into the hand. He shouldn't do that, not when Jackson was looking at him with those blue, blue eyes and talking about being happy and making him happy. "Family… friends… that is what makes me happy." The things in his life that he was the least certain of. His family was complex, but his friendship seemed to becoming more complex. Narissa's teasing about Jackson niggled in the back of his mind.
"Good." His thumb stroked along Adrian's cheekbone and he smiled faintly. "You should be happy. It's important to me." His voice was soft, but secure in the fact that what he was saying was true.
Jackson had no idea what he was doing to Adrian. No idea how it felt, the simple brush of his thumb on his face. This was a different intimacy than usual between them. What was Jackson doing? What was he trying to do? Adrian needed to stop this, before he did something stupid. Staying was stupid. "The same could be said for you, Jackson," his voice unconsciously matching Jackson's pitch. He didn't move.
Jackson couldn't help himself. He leaned in and brushed his lips against Adrian's, closing his eyes. His hand remained cupped on his friend's cheek and he very quickly deepened the kiss, needing more. Needing his friend to see how much he was cared for.
Adrian should've moved. He shouldn't kiss back. Or wrap his hand around the back of Jackson's neck and tangle in the long hair. He did both.
Jackson took that as encouragement and pulled Adrian close. His lips moved from his friend's quickly though, trailing to his jawline. He could say so many things, all the things he was thinking, but right now he wanted to make Adrian feel good.
Adrian was moving past 'not fighting' it and 'responding' to shifting his body to press closer to Jackson. He definitely shouldn't be doing that. Or wrapping his other arm around Jackson to pull him closer in turn. And definitely shouldn't move his head so Jackson could kiss his jawline more easily.
Jackson had moved on from shouldn't and he just couldn't bring himself to care. Adrian was responding and moving closer to him. It was something he wanted too, it seemed. He sighed softly and kissed along to his throat, pulling the slim form closer still. He nearly growled possessively, but held himself back for now.
It was harder to hold onto the shouldn'ts as Jackson's mouth worked its way down Adrian's throat. Reacting and feeling were the dominant states. He didn't want to think honestly if Jackson was kissing him. If he thought then the kissing would stop. And Adrian didn't want the kissing to stop.
Jackson didn’t want to stop kissing either. He wanted logic and all the potential things that could happen to make this wrong to fade away. This was okay, and more than okay. He wanted this, and he couldn’t think of anything else. He growled softly into Adrian’s ear, kissing and biting the soft flesh before growling again. He pulled the other man closer to him and held him tightly, as though physically claiming him- he had no desire to let go.
Adrian pulled Jackson's mouth back to his. Clearly growling meant Jackson wasn't occupied enough. He was responding to the closeness. Closer was good. It felt good to be closer. The excuse wasn't there this time. He didn't need to help Jackson. This was making out for the sake of making out. Adrian didn't make out with friends. He was though.
Jackson didn't tend to make out with friends either but there was something different now between he and Adrian. He pulled back for a second, looking into his eyes before softly cupping his cheek and stroking it lightly. "Si beau."
It was easier to just go with it when they were kissing. It was harder when Jackson was looking at Adrian. He closed his eyes, hoping not seeing Jackson's blue eyes gazing tenderly down at him would help. If he didn't see them, he could just go with what was happening without worrying about what it meant that he was kissing his best friend.
One hand slid down his friend's smooth chest, tracing the soft skin and quite obviously fascinated by the feel of it. He accepted when Adrian closed his eyes and he shifted his body to softly brush kisses over the rest of his face- those sharp cheekbones, the soft flesh near his eyes, his nose- a playful hint in his actions now.
Closing his eyes hadn't helped, Adrian noted as Jackson brushed kisses over his face. It just made him more aware of every contact of hand and mouth. He could feel himself reacting. He opened his eyes again. There was no innocent interpretation of what they were doing. Adrian reached up, putting his hands on the front of Jackson's shoulders, pushing him back. They needed to stop before this got too far. Instead he found himself tugging his friend's polo shirt up so he could pull it off.
Jackson moved to help with the shirt removal. He didn't mind at all, the touching. It was something he found he couldn't help wanting, and he leaned and kissed Adrian deeply again, his eyes closing for the moment. He wanted Adrian closer though, and his hand on his friend's side shifted to pull him closer, so they were skin to skin.
Adrian felt hot where his skin met Jackson's. He wrapped his hand around the back of his friend's head holding him as they kissed. He shifted his weight, turning his body so their bodies pressed against each other their full length, mindless of what it would reveal to Jackson. He wanted to get closer.
Jackson too needed that closeness, the connection to his friend. He softly nipped Adrian's earlobe, humming a bit with the pleasure of the contact. His hand slid back down over the smooth skin and he almost let out a sigh of contentment at how right it felt.
Adrian shifted into his touch, his own hands moved along Jackson's back. His hands drifted lower, cupping Jackson's ass. Adrian could not help but escalate things between them, reacting to Jackson's mouth and hands.
A small groan as Adrian gripped his ass, allowing his own to slide between them and create an extra layer of friction on the erections swelling against each other. He closed his eyes and lightly nipped Adrian's earlobe, wanting to offer his friend more contact, more pleasure.
They were doing this then. It was a thing that was happening, Adrian thought as Jackson's hand moved between them. He shifted his own mouth to Jackson's shoulder, kissing, biting at the muscled flesh. Encouraging more.
Jackson groaned again at the bites, his hand moving to now his friend's shorts and almost frantically trying to push them out of the way. He wanted to be able to touch and feel Adrian and this was the fastest way to do so.
Adrian squeezed his eyes tightly closed when Jackson moved beneath his swim trunks and gasped. Breathing hard, he shifted into Jackson's touch. And he needed skin too. He slide his hand into the back of Jackson's khakis.
Jackson moaned at the contact of Adrian's hands on his skin. He wanted more, and he wanted it now. The touching was enough to bring intense pleasure even without direct contact onto his erection.
Adrian was getting there. He reacted to the sound Jackson made physically- shifting into Jackson's touch and squeezing the flesh beneath his own hands. Closer. He wanted to bring Jackson pleasure, and his other hand moved to the button of his friend's pants so he could touch him in return.
Jackson shifted so that Adrian could have better access to his pants, his own hand starting to work against his friend and a soft growl of desire escaping him. "Want you, Adrian..." Because it would be good to let his friend know that he was aware of who he was with.
Jackson's words had the desired effect on Adrian. Adrian felt them, and pulled Jackson's mouth back for another kiss - even though it meant giving up touching him for a moment. Only when their mouths reconnected did he finish what he started with his hand and Jackson's pants.
Jackson kissed back, his eyes drifting closed as he deepened the contact. His arm wrapped more tightly around his friend and he scratched his back lightly. A soft moan passed his lips as things got more intense, and he slid his hand over his friend slightly faster.
Adrian didn't particularly notice any scratching. He noticed the pace Jackson set, and subtly began to move his hand over Jackson in time. Jackson felt incredible in hand. Jackson's hand felt incredible on him.
Jackson couldn't help but pull back, gasping slightly to try and get enough air. His body was tense, trembling, needing more. His eyes moved to meet Adrian's again, another moan escaping him. "Fuck...yes, please more..." Because it was just good being touched by Adrian.
It was Adrian's turn to go on the offensive, seeking Jackson's ear, the side of his neck, the shoulder. He pumped his hand over Jackson harder - faster. His other hand ducked into the back of Jackson's pants again to touch him more.
Jackson arched toward Adrian, his eyes closing from the intensity of the pleasure. It was enough to almost short-circuit his brain, if he was honest, and he could feel himself growing close to a release. He stroked Adrian more firmly, trying to deliver the same intensity to the other boy that was filling him.
Jackson's reaction to his touch excited Adrian almost as much as his hand. Feeling him arch into his touch, knowing he was helping Jackson feel good and bringing him to a singular kind of release felt good. Adrian liked it when Jackson felt good. And it wasn't one way. Jackson's hand was bringing Adrian closer to the edge too - pulling small sounds and staggered breaths from Adrian echoing Jackson.
Jackson felt a thrill at every sound he heard from his friend. It was enough to push him over the edge, knowing that he was giving Adrian pleasure even as he was getting it. His hand stuttered in movement for a moment before he doubled his efforts, moving to suck and bite at Adrian's neck to give him more too.
"Jackson…" the name a pleasure moan more than a name as Adrian came in Jackson's aftermath. He left his hands in Jackson's pants as he came back down from the release, not yet ready to put distance between them and return to normal quite yet. He wanted to touch Jackson just a moment longer.
Jackson shifted to kiss along the column of Adrian's neck, a soft pleased sigh escaping him. His fingers stroked over Adrian, moving back up over his stomach very gently. "Can I stay here tonight?" His voice was soft, almost nervous. He wasn't sure if Adrian would want that.
Adrian wasn't ready to go back to being alone. "Yea," he agreed softly. He was slower to remove his hands from Jackson, despite the mess. The insecurity was slowly creeping back in: if he moved away at all, it would be over and Jackson would disappear again.
Jackson smiled to himself, pulling Adrian closer against him and holding him tightly. He kissed his friend's forehead and sighed again happily, clearly comfortable in holding him this way. "Comfortable? Do you need me to move or anything?"
"We should clean up…" Adrian should get out of his swimwear… Jackson out of his jeans… but all of that required moving and if Jackson got up, he'd realize what had happened and leave. Adrian didn't take back his suggestion, knowing it was inevitable eventually anyway.
Jackson hummed slightly. Adrian was right but at the same time, even with the mess he was comfortable. "We should. Where is your wand?" Because transfiguring and charms would make this process much easier.
Adrian wasn't actually sure at the moment where his wand was. "Its somewhere." He shifted a little to look for it, deciding he would probably have to summon it and that was going to be a lot of effort. The alternative though was Jackson getting up to find his wand instead.
Jackson moved to grab the shirt he had worn, carefully and gently cleaning Adrian, then himself. It wasn't a magical clean but it got the mess off mostly and he smiled at his friend. "All better." He pulled Adrian close again, holding his friend against his chest. "I'm here," was murmured softly. He knew how his friend's mind worked and so he felt the quiet reassurance was necessary. "Just rest. We can worry about other things tomorrow."
Occasionally Jackson found practical solutions to things Adrian sought magical ones to, and proved the practical solution to be superior. There was a strange tenderness to Jackson's action, and to his words, and Adrian let himself be drawn back against his friend's chest. They could worry about what they'd done tomorrow.