Jackson (jax_london) wrote in carpediem_rp, @ 2015-10-30 06:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: adrian battye, character: jackson london, thread: complete |
Who: Adrian Battye and Jackson London
When: 30 October, After Potions
Where: RoR
What: birthday things
Rating/Warnings: Have you met these two? So much smut.
Status: Closed/Complete
Adrian's conversation with his sister had not given him the easy answers he had hoped for, and much to her amusement, he continued to quietly fixate on it, showing her what he'd gotten when it arrived, and so forth.
Jackson had Arithmancy before their shared Potions class, and Adrian did not want to risk upsetting Professor Stark by luring Jackson from class two weeks in a row. But Jackson had been upset with him for ignoring him and so Adrian made sure to greet him at breakfast, and he risked glares to sit with him at the Gryffindor table for the morning meal.
After they finished Potions class though, there was no longer that risk. "Do you want your present now?" Adrian asked, nervous that he was not doing the boyfriend thing correctly for Jackson's birthday.
Jackson didn't really think much about it being his birthday. It was, sure, but it wasn't that important in his mind. The fact that Adrian seemed to want to be with him the whole day was a huge bonus though. That wasn't something he'd argue with, not ever.
After Potions, with the offer of a gift, Jackson actually looked confused for a second. "You didn't have to get me anything, Adrian." He glanced at his lover and brushed a kiss over his lips. "I have you. That's enough."
If you had gotten nothing, then you would be upset with me for being completely inept at the boyfriend thing Adrian knew. "It is your birthday," was Adrian's simple reply as he led Jackson up to the seventh floor where the piano was.
Jackson shook his head teasingly at Adrian, but followed along to the seventh floor. He hadn't really expected presents, and honestly he meant when he said Adrian didn't have to give him things. Adrian had done so much for him this past year that a present was over and above what was necessary.
Adrian meanwhile was worried that he hadn't gotten the right thing. He had always found some kind of sheet music for Jackson and Narissa had told him to get him what he knew that Jackson would like. The trip to the piano upstairs was because just getting Jackson what he usually did didn't seem like enough. Adrian worried though that he was making the gift out to be more than it was, by making some event of it.
Jackson knew the piano on the seventh floor as intimately as he did the one he had at home growing up at this point. When one made an effort to practice for hours a day every day, including weekends, it was something that became second nature. He glanced at the door and then at Adrian, letting the other boy lead the way into the room this time.
Adrian conjured the box that held Jackson's gift once they were safely inside the room. It was one of the pieces Jackson played in the gallery, and one Adrian knew was on the audition list for at least one of the school's Jackson was looking at - including the wizard music school in London.
Jackson examined the gift quietly, clearly speechless for a moment. He had a lot of music to learn, mostly from memory, for his auditions. He could study this, and honestly it was one of his favorites to play - he guessed Adrian had figured that out from the consistency with which he played it at the gallery. He stepped toward Adrian and hugged him, the expression on his face saying more than words possibly could at this point.
"It is one of your audition pieces. It's not a new piece for you… but hopefully it is still useful to you." Adrian murmured as Jackson looked at it. "There's more…" Adrian pulled another smaller parcel that contained a wizard music box that could record a couple minutes of music and play it back, so Jackson could analyze his playing.
Jackson looked at the second gift, his fingers tracing along the top of it almost reverently. For a moment his mind flashed back to other music boxes, back home. Obviously they wouldn't be the same, but it was something familiar and comforting to him. "Adrian..." He shook his head- they were simple gifts, sure, but both items perfectly suited to him in a way few could manage, he believed.
"Mom said it might be useful to you to be able to hear what you played to analyze it…" Adrian had been the one to pick the box that held the magic, liking the way the wooden carvings looked, and the deep brown color, and Narissa had approved it. "It only holds a few minutes, but hopefully enough to help you analyze certain passages that are giving you trouble." Adrian explained, in case Jackson didn't understand. "And Mom and Dad wanted to make sure your auditions went well… so umm, they set up for you to have a couple master-lessons before your audition too. Mom knows people."
Jackson listened again as Adrian spoke, his eyes wide. That was a bit more than a simple gift. That was huge. He leaned to kiss his lover, speechless entirely now. The thought behind the gifts was more than he had even imagined getting. The fact that Adrian had done all of this for him had him stunned and overwhelmed, and he could not imagine that anyone ever had or ever would give him something better.
Kissing had to be good, Adrian thought. It had to mean he had done alright by Jackson. It was hard to wrap up music lessons or anything like that. So sheet music and the wizard music box gave the physical gifts. He usually gave Jackson music, but the wizard music box was something a little different. Obviously a good different. Hopefully a good different. It felt like it was a good response.
Jackson's eyes were a little wet. He wasn't crying at all though. The room must have been a bit dusty, that was all. He pulled Adrian close to him and hugged him tightly, his face pressing against the other boy's shoulder for a minute. "Thank you." Because those were the only words he could manage at the moment.
Adrian frowned a little at Jackson's obviously glittering eyes. He had made Jackson cry? He was disappointed then because Adrian always gave him some kind of sheet music. Merlin, he'd tried. Narissa had said as long as he tried Jackson would love it. He hugged back mostly because it was all he could do when Jackson buried his face in his shoulder - hiding it so as to hide how he was feeling perhaps. He felt tears welling up in his own eyes and squeezed them shut, hard, trying to force them back. Jackson was pretending it was fine, thanking him. He would try to do the same.
"Adrian...." He finally pulled back, looking into his lover's eyes. "Mon dieu, this is so... Perfect. How? The music alone is...more than enough and you... You did all this extra for me. How can I thank you?" Because the gifts were over and above what he'd even dreamed of getting.
"You always get sheet music from me," Adrian pointed out, once more completely confused by Jackson whose words were indicating that it was good after all. "And Mom and Dad are doing the lessons, not me. Dad joked it was to make sure you got a scholarship so you didn't move into their house after Hogwarts."
"And it's always perfect." Jackson shrugged. Sheet music was expensive and he always liked getting more, new pieces and old both. It made his life more interesting and varied to be able to play around with different things. A tiny flicker of a frown at the next words, what his dad said, but he brushed it off. It was a happy day. He was with Adrian. Maybe instead Adrian would just come live with him then. That would make it a bit easier than having to leave so he wasn't leaving Adrian. "I love it. All of it. It's perfect."
"This way you'll get in everywhere you apply, and will have to pick where you want to go," Adrian assured Jackson. Even in the drunken haze his friend had lived in for the last year, music had been the continuous thread that kept him moving forward. And so Adrian wanted to help him continue to achieve that vision.
"And where you're going." Because he wanted to be near Adrian if nothing else. The other boy was almost as important as his music, and perhaps equally or more so in some ways. He doubted he would be anywhere near as functional and together without his friend/lover.
"If quidditch works out… then any city would work, unless I end up in Europe, then the offseason means I can go to whatever city you go to school at and spend the time you're in class in the museums." After all, Jackson was talking about muggle music schools he'd known as a boy, and maybe it would be good for him to embrace the more mundane side of himself, if it meant acceptance of his past.
Jackson nodded. "We will see where you get scouted then, and whatever region you end up in, I'll take the best school that wants me there." There was little doubt in his mind that he could go wherever he wanted, though he might have to work depending on where they ended up and the cost of the school. He would have to see what happened there.
"Or you'll go where you want, and trust you won't be left alone," Adrian pointed out. Jackson knew what he wanted after all, and should do it. Adrian didn't feel as certain. He wanted to play, but didn't feel like Quidditch was his life. When he thought about twenty years from now, he pictured himself surrounded by art. But Quidditch was a young person's game, and art was not.
"What I want is to play music and be around you." A smile and he moved to brush a kiss over Adrian's lips. He didn't need much honestly. Small things tended to keep him happy, and being with Adrian and being able to play still made his life pretty much complete. The fact that he had his parents back (somehow, even if he didn't deserve that) meant that he didn't really need anything else at this point. What else could he ask for?
Adrian smiled, and kissed Jackson again. "Exactly. You know what you want to do." Adrian was confused. Quidditch was the only thing he had in common with his biological parents that he liked. But Professor Stark had brought up going to a muggle college would be good for him, and Jackson was planning to go to one too.
"You have things you can do. When you decide what you want, I'll be there." It was just obvious to him that the pair of them would be together, in his mind. There was no reason to not be with Adrian. They were best friends and more now, and so being with him was natural and right. "If you want to play Quidditch I'll be at every game, I can promise you that much."
Adrian shook his head. "You're missing the point… the point is you and your music." Adrian argued gently. "That's what the thought behind your present was… music is… your future and your past and…" Merlin, Adrian was well-spoken but this was emotions and things he couldn't articulate well. "Will you play?" Adrian asked, seeking to distract Jackson from this discussion.
Jackson smiled and cupped Adrian's cheek gently. "You're part of what I want with my future. It's not as fun if you're not around. Music is my life, sure, but I want you around as well." Jackson moved to the piano when Adrian asked if he would play. That was an obvious, and he seated himself, uncovering the keys and setting up his music carefully.
Adrian relaxed a little when Jackson took a seat at the piano and began getting settled. Good. With the music Jackson would focus on that… Adrian stood just to the side, close enough to watch, but not so close as to get in the way of Jackson's movements over the keys.
Jackson quickly lost himself in playing, the familiar strains of the music washing over him as his fingers moved on the keys. He knew his lover was there watching him, though if it was anyone else he imagined he would have forgotten that fact. Adrian though was hard to forget, at least for him, and he glanced over a few times just to see him standing there observing.
Jackson could play, and had the ability to carrying the listeners along with him emotionally with him as he played. Still, Adrian was watching Jackson as much as he was listening to him play, and was aware every time Jackson glanced to him. He had asked Jackson to play, he supposed it would make sense for Jackson to monitor him a little during the song, though as often as not, Jackson got lost in the music. He wasn't tonight, not as completely.
Jackson loved playing. It was the one constant that had been there as long as he remembered. He couldn't remember a time when he wasn't a pianist, when he couldn't find solace in the sounds he could draw from the keys. He paused for a moment, his hands stilling as he looked at the music, then the music box. "Show me how it works?"
Adrian had settled back to a neutral expression after the earlier emotions. He nodded softly when Jackson asked him about the box. Adrian adjusted its position on the piano a little, before pulling his wand to tap it, "Audir," he murmured. Adrian nodded to Jackson that the wooden box was now 'listening'.
Jackson watched Adrian's actions and the word, then began playing from where he had left off. He wasn't sure how much the box could record, but it was something he could test now. Even thirty seconds to a minute would be more than enough to replay a difficult part, though with this song there really were not difficult parts anymore.
Adrian was always impressed with how easily Jackson could stop and start playing, as though he had not stopped at all. Although he suspected Jackson was devoting part of his mind to the magic and what was happening with the box, Adrian could not hear it in the music.
Jackson reached the end of the piece (too soon, but it was always too soon in his mind) and glanced again to Adrian. He wasn't sure how much had recorded but he figured Adrian would show him now how to stop it and make it play back whatever it had recorded.
Jackson's glance communicated enough. Adrian tapped the wooden box again, "Recin," he murmured this time, and the box began to sound the chords and melodies it had just heard again.
Jackson smiled as he listened, timing in his head how much of the melody it had captured. Nearly a full minute. That would be far more than enough for some troublesome sections. "I've never gotten a better gift, Adrian."
Adrian believed Jackson was flattering, but then he was a Gryffindor. He might've even believed it in the moment. "It's good that you like it… that you find it useful."
Jackson nodded. "I do. You really..." A smile and he brushed a kiss over Adrian's lips. "I'm a lucky guy. You've made this an amazing birthday." Because just being with Adrian made his days good, and the gifts he had been given? They were just about perfect.
"You deserve a happy birthday," Adrian deliberately used the words that Jackson had in the meeting with the councilor the previous week. His words were true; Jackson did. He'd already had enough pain.
Jackson noted the words, understanding at least vaguely what Adrian's goal was in that statement. He didn't address it verbally, instead leaning to kiss his boyfriend deeply and pull him close- trying to show as much love and affection as he felt for the other.
Kissing was easier than talking, Adrian agreed quietly as they explored each other's mouths. He shifted subtly closer. He had sort of figured on making out as part of Jackson's birthday celebrations… part of why he had waited until after class to share his presents.
Jackson pressed his body against Adrian's, holding him close and allowing one hand to trail down the other boy's side. It was teasing, sure, but he knew too it was something Adrian enjoyed, and seeing his lover's pleasure was one more gift he could get today.
Adrian shuddered slightly at the touch. It felt something like he was ticklish, except… pleasurable. And given the way their bodies were touching, something more. It was too easy to be physical with Jackson.
Jackson was glad to be with Adrian this night. It was always good to be able to touch and kiss and mess around, and now was no different. He pulled his lover closer with one arm, holding him close to his body. A faintly teasing note in his voice as he spoke now, "Now that I've got you trapped, what should I do...?"
"Trapped?" Adrian didn't see how he was trapped. Close yes, but close was… sort of the point, Adrian thought. "What do you want to do?" He thought perhaps… Jackson was probably teasing though.
Jackson made a face that looked like he was thinking deeply, though his eyes most certainly answered the question- and if they didn't, the fact that his erection was likely poking at Adrian now did. He bent to kiss his lover lightly, pulling him still closer and holding him securely. "Trapped. No escape from the scary hobo pianist." A teasing laugh and he met Adrian's eyes with his own.
"What scary hobo?" Adrian asked, shifting slightly closer. He could feel Jackson's arousal, which only excited him too. Just being close to Jackson made him feel… like wanting things. Wanting Jackson.
Jackson kissed him again and ran one hand up and down his side. "The scary hobo that has you trapped, obviously." A wicked grin and he shifted against Adrian, a soft groan at the friction of the movement, his pants against his erection. "I think we need a couch. Or bed. Don't you?"
"Yes." That sounded good to Adrian. Couch… bed… floor… Jackson felt good… sounded good. The groan meant Jackson was aroused, and his grin was arousing. Adrian didn't move yet, enjoying the feel of being close to Jackson.
Jackson thought about it for a moment, bringing a bed into the room- mostly because he had no intention of leaving that night and a bed would make that a lot easier. He lifted Adrian so their bodies were pressed together and settled him in the bed, positioning himself between the other's legs even though they were, as yet, still dressed.
Adrian hadn't expected to be lifted, and tensed at the momentary loss of control. He wasn't tall but he didn't think of himself as tiny even though Jackson was bigger. But the friction when they laid down was indescribable. Adrian couldn't help the soft, low sound he made.
Jackson was pleased at the sound and his fingers traced down the front of Adrian's pants. "I want you." Simple, but true as he toyed lightly with the button on the other's pants. He wanted to taste Adrian - it had been a long time and his tongue licked his lip unconsciously as he thought of it.
"How do you want me?" Adrian asked, unconsciously shifting into Jackson's touch. He mirrored Jackson's tongue with his own. It was difficult not to, looking at him and those blue eyes. He wanted Jackson, it was that simple.
Jackson undid the button at his lover's waist and slid his pants down, following them down and looking up with a smirk. "I want to suck you off." He bent, tongue flicking along Adrian's thigh- still slightly teasing.
Adrian's body throbbed a response to Jackson's words. His eyes darkened with desire. And still he argued, "It's your birthday." Which meant it should be Jackson's pleasure, not his. Adrian was pinned down by Jackson's position and the fact that his tongue left him struggling to remember how to move.
"I want this." Jackson's voice was husky, filled with the lust his boyfriend inspired. His body was responsive, yes, but he wanted to hear and feel Adrian getting pleasure before he himself got off. To this end, he took Adrian partially into his mouth, teasing the head of his erection and trailing fingers along his inner thigh again.
Jackson prevented any reply with his actions. Adrian couldn't help but jerk his hips in response to the contact of Jackson's mouth… And the touch, teasing fingers along the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. Merlin. It felt too good to be real.
Jackson shifted to take his lover more fully into his mouth, wanting to give as much pleasure as he could. His fingers and mouth started working Adrian in unison, seeking to stir his lover to higher levels of arousal- hopefully to mirror the arousal that was in his own body.
Adrian made another soft sound. Jackson was a musician, so he let himself make a little sound… wanting to try to make Jackson feel… something. He wanted to… except Jackson made it difficult for Adrian to be able to focus his thoughts with hands and mouth and everything scattered except Jackson.
Jackson most certainly felt something with Adrian, something he had never felt before- over and above the level of arousal his lover provoked in him. It was hard to focus on pleasing the other boy, hard to focus on anything but his throbbing erection, begging for attention, but he was doing his best, his mouth working against his lover unfailingly, wanting to drive the other to his peak.
Adrian shifted, his body moving with Jackson. Pleasure. Sensation. Jackson made him let go for just a moment. It was difficult not to when Jackson's mouth was on him; when his hands touched him. "Jack… son…" Adrian gasped. He didn't know if it was a warning or just an acknowledgement.
Jackson was grateful for the sounds, the vocalisation, and he moaned softly against the other boy when he heard his name. It was even more arousing to hear Adrian stutter it out in pleasure like that. He couldn't help the slight movement of his own hips, his body seeking out friction though he still needed to push his lover over the edge.
Adrian was there. His body tensed, and he gripped the covers, trying to hold onto any semblance of control, despite being entirely at Jackson's mercy. He didn't want to force Jackson to take his release if he wanted to pull back though.
Jackson moved his hand to grip at his lover's hip, taking him deeper into his mouth. He needed this. He wanted to please his lover as much as he could and having Adrian with him in this way was enough to prod his hips to push into the bed, needing friction as he felt and tasted Adrian in his mouth.
Adrian struggled to come back to himself with Jackson still so close, still touching him. Merlin. He reached his hand to cup Jackson's face now, to draw him closer.
Jackson moved at Adrian's prompting, hips still pressed into the bed slightly. The movement drew another groan from him and he traced along his lover's side, wanting to ensure that his pleasure was as long lasting as possible.
Adrian wasn't about to make Jackson rub himself off on the bed beneath them. "What do you want?" He asked, kissing Jackson softly. It was Jackson's birthday. "How can I please you?"
"Touch me, please..." His words were brought out on gasps, his arousal bringing an inability to speak in any other way. He couldn't help responding the way he did to Adrian, to giving the other boy pleasure. It was better than any other sex he'd had, better than alcohol, better than anything, and he needed more.
Adrian didn't hesitate to find Jackson and wrap his hand around him. Adrian's touch was confident, knowing how firmly he could grip him. Adrian didn't just touch though, he urged Jackson to lay back - it would give him more space to work if Jackson was on his back - displayed in the same way he'd had Adrian sprawled before him moments ago.
Jackson bucked up against his lover's hand and moaned. "Fuck...yes!" He was already close from the pairing of the friction of the bed and his arousal from getting Adrian off, and he lay back when prompted, his hand moving to stroke over the parts of Adrian he could reach.
Adrian added his other hand, touching other parts of Jackson to add stimulation. He leaned into Jackson, his body pressing against his side so he could reach his ear, his warm breath immediately replaced with his lips and tongue and teeth to add additional stimulation for Jackson, trying to bring him pleasure, and release.
And that was enough, the soft breath, then lips on his ear. He bucked his hips up, trembling slightly as he found his own release. His arms moved to pull his lover closer and kissed him lightly, trying to get his breathing back to normal - and failing at the moment.
Adrian was almost a little disappointed that Jackson came so quickly… disappointed wasn't the right word really but he enjoyed touching Jackson and Jackson had just gone down on him brilliantly and he'd just… jerked off the birthday boy. It didn't seem enough. He could kiss him though, and perhaps they might keep going some, if Jackson wanted to.
Jackson enjoyed kissing when it was with Adrian. Well, honestly he enjoyed everything with the other boy and so he was not complaining about being able to be close to his lover. His hands trailed over Adrian's sides and pulled him close, savoring the warmth they could share as they kissed. "Stay here tonight?" Because they could then continue with what they were doing.
Adrian nodded his agreement before kissing Jackson again. They had all night to celebrate Jackson's birthday. And Adrian could make sure that Jackson enjoyed himself more.