Akheron (sins_past) wrote in monte_logs, @ 2012-08-15 01:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | angrboða, judas iscariot, ~complete |
Characters: Jacob Sweeney sins_past and Riley Casteling griefbringer
Date/Time: Tuesday night
Location: Jake/Aimon's flat
Rating: R
Warnings: Sexual situations
Summary: Get dumped, get drunk, get friendly, get f- bad luck.
Considering the type of day she'd had, all brought on by her own crippling inability to straight-out talk to Jon, it was no wonder that Riley hadn't been pacing herself once she got to Cain and Jake's and the booze began flowing. Making sure there would be minimal discussions on how much she'd ruined things by jumping to conclusions as opposed to acting like a rational human being was easy enough since neither of her friends was into talking about feelings too much, but that wasn't stopping her from beating herself up. Thankfully, once her mind was thoroughly marinated in more alcohols than she could name, all thoughts of how pathetic she was flew out the window.
They'd been working their way through the collection of bottles Riley had purchased when Aimon passed out, leaving Jake and Riley essentially alone. At first, things were fine, just like normal, but after a little while Riley started to notice that Jake was looking pretty damn good. Usually, she would curb those types of thoughts before things got out of hand, but she was suddenly reminded of her newly single status.
With that in mind, she took a sip of her beer, letting an idea roll around in her head for a bit. Once she'd considered all possible angles, Riley uncurled her legs out from under herself, leaning over to lightly whack Jake on the shoulder, choosing to just be direct. "Hey. Crazy idea, but d'you wanna fuck around?"
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Like many nights drinking, the trio had finished off their fair share of the alcohol. Tonight was special perhaps more because they’d managed to get through far more then they normally would have, than because of any troubles on people’s minds. They curbed their tongues from talking about relationship troubles. That wasn’t Jake’s strong subject as much as he knew it very well.
Jake wasn’t even phased when Aimon passed out. It made the couch crowded, but they were all really too drunk to care about space issues. It was pure luck that Aimon hadn’t tried to curl up in his lap to sleep. Sipping on his Guinness, a smile permanently pulling at the corners of his mouth, Jake was blissfully unaware of Riley’s thoughts.
Shock froze his face. Jake wasn’t sure he heard what he thought he heard. “What?”
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Happy that she wasn't in the process of drinking anything when Jake responded, as the expression on his face was downright fucking priceless, Riley locked eyes with him as she gently ran her fingers through Aimon's hair to get it out of his face, speaking in a low, quiet tone. "D'you wanna fuck around," she repeated, shrugging slightly. "It's cool if you say no, I just kinda thought if you're down with that I'd be cool with it too," she explained lamely.
Christ, what was she in grade school? What kind of bro asked one of their best mates if they wanted to make out? Logically, she knew it was probably a bad idea, and although he had no idea what was going on Riley was certain that for a second Aimon was radiating disapproval, but she brushed it aside and started talking again.
"Look, we're both here, and single, so it's not like it'll hurt anyone. Besides, I know you like my ass, so what's stopping us?"
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Jake blinked. He wasn’t sure how to take that. The direct sort of girls he had been around tended to not be direct in words but in actions. There had been several times Emilia just pushed him against the wall to make out; though if she knew why her luck was running bad she’d likely stop that.
“Em... I’m nae sure you know what you’re saying.” His accent was heavy from all the drink.. Biting his lip, his eyes trailed down Riley’s form. She was something else. The well saturated side of his brain was telling him that it would be stupid not to take up and offer like that- however childish of an explanation. He was still human. The very small portion that was his logical side of his brain at the moment said that if he did kiss her then only bad things would happen to her. She was too close of a friend that any kiss on her face might end up with her critically injured in the near future.
He moved in close to her and ran his thumb over her jaw line. “It’s nae that I don’ want to. I... my fucking about tends to be... rough.” All the drinking hindered his ability to explain around what the truth was. Knowing Riley, he doubted that a little rough play would stop her decision. She had, after all, beat the shit out of him that one day. It wasn’t hard to tell even in his injured state that she had been getting off on it.
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Truth to be told, the only reason why Riley was asking and hadn't just plopped herself in Jake's lap and physically made her case was because he was a friend and she wasn't yet drunk enough to push aside her niggling worry of potentially making things weird between them. of course, they'd already shared a bed, so it's not like things could get much odder so long as they both stayed cool with whatever happened.
"Heh, I know I've been drinking, but I'm still lucid, so I know exactly what I'm saying," she countered, a tone of 'sorry not sorry' unmistakably in her voice. She smirked when she caught him checking her out, taking as a sign he was mulling over her offer, but chose not to comment on it choosing to focus on finishing her beer. It was cute how he seemed to be concerned that she was only asking because she was plastered, like he assumed that Riley had never thought about doing something like this when sober. She had, more than a few times since she woke up to him shouting at her for being in his bed, just she would've felt wrong acting on it while she was with Jon. She had some class, but now all bets were off.
Her eyes fluttered shut as his thumb skimmed her jaw line, the hint of a blush dusting the apples of her cheeks. His fingers had the callused, rough feeling of someone who often worked with his hands, and the brief contact was enough to have her wondering how those same digits would feel running over the softer areas of skin she had. "Aww, Jake, I know I acted kinda like a pussy earlier, but I like it rough," she mumbled, laughing softly at the irony of anyone warning her about roughness. "Does that mean you're a fan of teeth and claws...?" If so, it was his lucky day.
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Jake couldn’t stop a chuckle from escaping his lips at the last comment. His eyebrow raised. Of course he was a fan of biting and like he ever cared about markings. His body had hundreds of scars and marks from his various attempts at death. The large one across his abdomen taunted him while he lived in the psych ward back home. A few scratches from rough housing was nothing. Ironically he wasn’t really a fighter. He rarely hit back. When he was in a rough way his own actions were to keep the person controlled and way from hurting him.
“... That’s...” He didn’t know what to say so he took a long swig of his Guinness. Standing, he let the hand that was on her face trail down to her shoulders. Fingers pressed against his temples, Jake needed the world to stop spinning. If it did, then she wouldn’t have been so tempting. “I’m shite at saying no to temptation,” he murmured to himself. “I’m shite at saying yes for that matter.”
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Riley took the chuckle as a good sign, pleased this wasn't turning out nearly as awkward as it could have. Then again, even after the bed incident, she and Jake hadn't really been awkward so much as tip-toeing around to find a comfortable medium until they could joke about it together. In many ways, while Aimon had been the one to introduce them, Riley thought she got on better with Jake a lot more often than she did with him. There'd been a few missteps along the way, such as when she thought Jake was mocking her pain by making a joke, but that was just his way of coping with emotional things and deep down she did find the joke amusing.
"Funny thing about temptation, you don't have to say shit if you don't wanna, you can let actions do the talking." Sitting up straighter, she licked her lips as she settled her hands on his hips, digging her nails into his flesh. Not wanting to do anything he might not like, Riley waited for some sort of a signal from him before proceeding, but that didn't stop her from wanting to make it clear that she wasn't some little doll like the cream puffs Aimon typically went for. "If it helps, there's no need to worry about being careful with me, I'm more afraid I'd break you than anything else."
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His hands went to hers as she dug in, instantly gasping in air at the speckling of pain. “You’ve already broken me, love, not much worse you can do.” Jake’s breathing was quick. Over the years the differentiation of pain and pleasure had blurred. His mind didn’t know one from the other. Grabbing her wrists, he pulled her up off the chair and held them behind her back. “Ye really don’t know what you’re getting into,” he growled.
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If he expected her to change her mind after his show of force then he had another thing coming. Practically giggling, Riley wriggled in his grasp, sticking out her tongue. "I can do way worse, don't tempt me," she admitted, with no shortage of pride. Darting forward, she snapped her teeth at the nearest patch if bare skin she could reach, mischief dancing in her eyes. "Never thought you'd be all talk no action, Jake. You gonna jaw at me about this all night, or are you gonna back up your words."
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The wiggling on her end was not with all her strength. The strength she could muster was enough to crack his skull should she want to. Still it was enticing. And then came the teeth to his shoulder. He had to bite back a moan, but what did escape was unlikely hidden. Through shallow breath, he managed to say, “Ye’ve never noticed that before?” He smirked. Running his fingers into her hair, he gripped onto the base a moment before letting his hand run down to the nape of her neck. Using the hold he had on her, he pushed her back into his bedroom door. A loud thunk echoing in the small flat. Jake turned to make sure Aimon was still passed out. When he turned back the entirety of his eyes were black.
His face centimeters from hers; that side of him wanted that kiss, wanted that energy he could gain from it. It pushed at him even though he knew the consequences. Running his thumb over her lips, he forced himself to not kiss her. Jake’s teeth nipped lightly at her neck instead. Little things could be pushed aside in his mind, forgotten or joked about, but most things like fooling around with a friend he would regret silently forever. In the end he couldn’t escape his own curses.
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With each moment that passed she was becoming more and more determined to see this through, to the point where if he hadn’t acted when he did she was honestly debating dragging him into his room and having her wicked way with him. In her defense, it had been a good few weeks since she’d gotten any, other than the euphoria of a runners high, and she was amazed she’d lasted this long without assaulting someone. “You say that like I pay attention to what comes out of your mouth,” she joked, letting out a soft ‘hnn’ at the sensation of his fingers in her hair. The suddenness of his pushing her was unexpected, but welcomed, and Riley was still laughing in an almost maniacal fashion at the sound it made though she hushed herself when Jake turned back to check on Aimon.
The blackness of his eyes only made her more intrigued with seeing where things might lead, though the thumb caressing her lip proved to be distracting enough for her to try and catch it in her mouth instead. Riley’s hands traveled down his sides, one hand resting on his waist as she let the fingers of her other hand settle against his crotch making her intentions clear. Tilting her head back to give him better access to her neck, she leaned against the door, her breath coming out in short bursts as she waited to see what he’d do next.
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Her intentions couldn’t be clearer and he bit down harder on her neck. Reaching behind her, he opened the door to his room. There was always the chance a drunk Aimon would wake up and then how would he explain what was happening. Pushing her into the room, he quickly closed the door behind them. Slowly looking up through his eyelashes at her, the demon in him was fighting against the person who didn’t want his friends hurt.
The demon was winning. He took up his position close to her again, keeping his lips ever closer to hers but never touching. If she moved in, he would only move back; it was about the distance and fighting the temptation in him.
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Falling back a step when he opened the door, she shifted her grip from his waist to his shirt to steady herself. If the drunk Aimon passed out on the couch had woken up before they were in the safety of his room, Riley (being the sloshed wise-ass that she was) would have probably explained the situation by telling him that this was her way of making sure Jake couldn’t bitch if he found her in his bed come morning. And then she would have cackled. But he didn’t, so that didn’t have to happen.
Each time Jake seemed close to kissing her but chose not to was making Riley pout like a child being denied a treat. It was fun at first, even a bit coy, but she was getting antsy the longer it took for him to shove something someplace fun, be it his tongue in her mouth or any other perfectly willing orifice. Snarling, unintentionally, she yanked on his shirt to get him closer, grinding her hips against his. “Getting pretty fucking sick of you playing around, Jake. Am I gonna have to take matters into my own hands?” The hand on his groin tightened just enough to make her point.
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“Seems you’ve already done that.” Jake huffed and pushed against her harder. His body getting sick of the tease and not handling it as well. Digging his nails into her shoulder, Jake spun them both around, pulling her down onto the bed on top of him. Again he attacked her neck, biting down hard enough to break skin. He groaned at the first metallic taste of her blood and pulled her hips tight against his. Jake couldn’t help but be the kinky type with all that he had gone through in this life and the last. He wanted others to cause him pain more than he wanted to cause it himself; though it wasn’t necessarily in an S&M manner, it just happened to carry over. Some movies portrayed him as a vampire- or so it had been pointed out to him- maybe this was why.
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“What can I say, I go for what I want,” Riley managed to gasp out as his nails pierced her shoulder and his teeth savaged her neck. Surprised by how easily he managed to maneuver them over to his bed, mildly confused that she weighed less that she’d assumed, Riley took advantage of her placement on top of him to writhe against the growing proof of his interest in her. She was vaguely aware that she was bleeding but didn’t care, fingers already working to unbutton his pants. Riley wasn’t phased by blood, or the possibility that he was going to leave marks, in fact she was hoping that he’d end up being just as feral as she was in the heat of the moment. Dipping her head down, she licked a path along the side of his neck, biting his earlobe in retaliation. “That all you got?” she whispered, aware she was treading into dangerous territory.
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Moving a person from one position to another was not about being able super strong, but using their unconscious wants and directing them with one’s own movements. Breathing heavy as her mouth made it to his earlobe, Jake growled. The taunt was enough to set him off. Flipping her over and switching places, he ripped her shirt nearly in half getting it off of her. His lips moved to her naval and up her torso, biting down every few places. His hands tightening around her thighs. He could even speak anymore, only growls came out.
Finally, he made it up to her face again. Jake ground down on her as his fingers started on her pants. The blackness of his eyes was unending, showing just how black his soul was. This time there was only a moments hesitation. Pressing his lips to hers, Jake could feel the energy exit her and enter him. The sweet taste of luck, fate, friendship; whatever it was with Riley it was sweeter than any other girl he had known. They were really friends. His tongue pushed passed her lips, not even giving the courtesy of an asking action. He wanted to taste the sweet light that was only replaced by his darkness. Rapidly, he moved his hand to behind her neck and pushed her lips tighter to his. There was so much he wanted from her.
As quickly as he had moved to kiss her, he pulled away. His black eyes sparkling with a dangerous mischief, only for the darkness to fade back to their normal puppy brown and a look of horror come over his face. “Fuck... No, no no.” He shook his head. “I’m- I’m so sorry.” Jake pushed himself up and off of her, backing to the door. “I can’t believe- God damn- I’m sorry, I... I have to go take a shower.”
With that he dashed out his door, closing it behind him and into the bathroom where he locked the door. Only the worst happened to him. Maybe it was time to stop drinking so heavily. Jake closed his eyes. All he could do was hope she didn’t die, but then he couldn’t- or wouldn’t- do anything about it.
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At first, Riley was excited by the change that came over Jake and the promise of them doing something she’d only ever dreamed about wiping away any last minute doubts she might have been entertaining. When he ripped her shirt, Riley barely had time to do more than blink in shock before his lips were coaxing reactions out of her that might’ve woken Aimon if he was simply sleeping and not passed out drunk. She was being loud, but she didn’t care, the pressure from his hands on her thighs forcing all coherent thought from her mind.
Pushing her body up to meet his hips with her own, Riley couldn’t wait any longer and did what she could to help him with her pants, pausing only when she caught his gaze and couldn’t look away. The blackness of his eyes was hypnotic, lulling her into feeling more secure to the point where when he did kiss her Riley had no choice but to respond. Her lips parted enough for Jake to slip his tongue in between them, and as Riley tried to kiss him back her limbs started to feel heavy. An inexplicable tiredness came over her, her eyes drifting shut even as her natural fight or flight instinct kicked in forcing her to try and shake it off. But she couldn’t; for some reason the longer Jake kissed her the dizzier she was feeling. It was like she was floating underwater, when she knew logically she wasn’t.
Before she could do or say anything, he was pulling away, saying something that sounded a lot like an apology and then rushing out of the room. An attempt was made to get up but quickly proved futile, Riley closing her eyes as she tried to figure out what in the fuck had just happened. One minute things had been going well, and the next she was flat on her back in a ripped tee and her pants half undone getting angry at her inability to flex her fingers as quickly as she’d like.
Part of her wanted to chase after Jake and ask how the fuck he drugged her, but the other part was just hoping she was able to move before she ended up having to take a piss. Riley was not a happy little former jötunn, seeing as now she could factor the feminine equivalent of blueballed to her current emotional status. She deserved an explanation, and would stay there until she got one.
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Jake slid down the door. Rubbing his face, he shook his head. No, he would wait until she left or the next day. She could have his bed for all he cared. Maybe she wouldn’t get hurt in there. Jake turned on the shower, stripped off his clothes, and showered. 10 minutes, 20 minutes passed by, half the time he just let the water run over him. He was less sexually frustrated, mostly because the energy he takes from others was like an orgasm in and of itself.
When he finally turned the shower off and pulled on his shorts, he peeked out of the bathroom. The flat was quiet. He didn’t dare go back to his room, so he picked up a t-shirt from the floor and headed to Aimon’s room to sleep on his bed.
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Riley laid there on Jake’s bed, every so often testing her range of motion by trying to wiggle her fingers, then move her arm, then finally sit up. After she’d gotten to the point where she was fully functional -- sluggish, but able to walk so long as she had something to lean against -- she bided her time waiting for his shower to finish by mentally compiling a list of all the insults she wanted to throw in his direction. Some were vulgar, others just inventive, but all of them begged to be used.
Once the water had shut off and enough time had passed that he should have come back, she realized he probably chose not to, which only pissed her off even more. Grumbling all the while, she grabbed one of his shirts (replacing her ripped one) and carefully headed out.