Re: Billy K/Jamie M: the Mayers apartment
Jamie had never been like, into sharing his family tree with a hook-up. It was like, so not a thing to bring someone home to the neighborhood in Florida that had been like the one in town here but with less repressed anger (real anger hung out and shouted on the front step, lbr) and American flags flown from the porches and palm trees. Even if he hadn't been like, totally lost in the real world the second he stepped outside a studio. And it hadn't been like, a thing since he'd left home aged sixteen. But it was different, with Mars. Maybe it was the fact they hadn't been properly brother and sister since Mars had turned eight and disappeared off to some place she was an organ donor first and a sibling second. It was fragile, like the eggs they had blown at Easter. Jamie felt like, idk, wrapping wadding around the whole thing and insulating.
But back to the guy on the bed who had shown up wanting a specific thing. Jamie got that, too. He wouldn't have done, before but he did now and denial wasn't like, in Jamie's wheelhouse. Patience, denial, the combination, none of it was like NATURAL and his smile sifted upward, his eyelashes low and he smiled against Billy's skin, warm olive under the blond stubble he hadn't like, gotten rid of. "I didn't say love," which was like, pedantic as fuck, but it was a game, a volley. Billy's voice had shadowed with warmth and Jamie felt that slide beads of heat down his throat to his dick. "Love's a lot of pressure." Semi-seriously, with the same creamy warmth feeding Jamie's own voice and he stroked the muscle tight over the guy's hipbone as he said it.
"But don't worry. This is like, the beginning." Which was more than evident, given Jamie was still fully dressed, and he spread hands against the guy's thighs, and mouthed wet heat through cotton against the base of the guy's dick just to like, rev the motor unnecessarily fast.
"You're just going to have to like, keep the noise low."