Re: Capital: Jamie & Seven - Saturday Morning
Jamie liked rules. He liked clear lines and veracity of what was one side or the other, un-blurred. It was way clear in the studio what was right and what was wrong and it was either one or the other. He didn't have like, a lot of rules when it came to this shit, because blithely the guy had thought it pretty fucking clear. There was fucking, the kind that was a lot of heat and rough noise and then on the other side of that, there was friendship. The other side of the line was the warm, muzzy kind of fucking that like, in a movie was probably under string-lights to a backing track or whatever. Slow, maybe. There was he, Jamie with his cock in the guy's ass or down his throat, and then there was the other side of the line, which was like, spread knees and spasming around the guy's dick which was, ftr, never happening again. There was like, way gray space in between the two, like, shit didn't split down the middle, but Jamie was like, way certain shit would map out. He also figured like, he'd be AWAKE to map that shit out, too.
He was half-way awake, or it wouldn't have been like, the lurch of arousal fizzing through his blood-stream at having some guy packed in behind him with his dick hard, expectation twitching against his ass-cheek when Jamie was trying like, way hard to stay under. It was blurred, the way sleep tangled the real together with the dream and made sense out of the absurd: Jamie later would probably remember water, the dredge of it stained pink and gold like the light painting the floor under the blinds, a boat or a mattress, he couldn't remember which. He felt the guy's breath gauze hot and wet against the back of his neck: a shiver racked Jamie's spine, skipped breezy-bright between his vertebrae and weighted him between his legs.
His body rolled, whether on a wave or with the clamped hand against the fine hairs of his stomach, until the guy rutted against his backside, cock slid sloppily against his ass-cheeks. Arousal was like, swimming sharply upwards, and Jamie was drowsily awake the second before he hardened up like, fast in the sharp pressure of Seven's finger and thumb. He inhaled, sharp, his lungs squeezing on cold air and Jamie like, leaned in to the heat at his back, the licking curl of pressure massing in his stomach, the tickle of like, hurry in the back of his throat. His shoulder jumped fractional, under the buzz of the guy's mouth and Jamie rolled back, kneading the iron heat of the guy's cock between his own ass and his stomach with sleepy pressure and climbing demand.