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Matthias Graves | Simon Monroe (inbalance) wrote in thereincarnates,
@ 2015-10-13 23:54:00

Entry tags:

jim moore, matthias graves

Who: Matthias Graves and Jim Moore
What: A little help with handling rejection.
Where: Jim's place, Chicago.
When: Tuesday, October 13; evening.
Warnings: A little hurt/comfort smut. So. You know. That stuff.

It had never occurred to Matthias that Lucien would be angry about what he had to tell him. Shocked, yes. Needing a chance to think about it, of course. His prized protege actually being angry that Matthias had been grooming him to take a place in the Resistance's best (in his opinion) department, working closely with himself and Jim, hadn't seemed possible. Lucien was a man after his own heart, after all, Matthias had assumed he would understand the necessity for secrecy. He'd let Lucien in as far as he could, hadn't he? As far as he could without endangering all of them, anyhow, and even a little further than he likely should have, setting him up to befriend Francis, as well. Matthias's position in the Resistance itself meant that there were certain things that, even if Lucien were to have accepted his offer, Matthias could never have shared with him. Still, he'd thought that Lucien would understand the need for all the secrecy, and all the puzzles.

He hadn't told Jim how Lucien had reacted. Not yet, though he was under no illusions that he could somehow convince his lover that things had gone well. He'd have stood a better chance if he'd returned to his own home in Las Vegas instead of meeting up with Jim at his place, but that change of plans in itself would have given away far too much. There was no chance at all that Jim would miss his reactions, face to face. Matthias was excellent at his job, but Jim was better. Jim was perfect, really, and Matthias didn't think that he'd seen Lucien's reaction coming, either. Matthias didn't think he'd be angry. They hadn't told Lucien anything that could ruin them, at least not yet, although he could do enough damage simply knowing that Jim and Matthias were in the Resistance, and having a vague idea of their role.

After he let himself in, Matthias went straight to the bedroom, not even a pause for a drink. He was too lost in thought, and in the accusations that Lucien had slung. Matthias didn't think of himself as a very thin-skinned man, but he wasn't entirely immune to those weaker sorts of feelings, particularly when he treasured the person who had pricked them. He'd recover, of course. Lucien's words wouldn't affect his ability to do his job. That didn't mean he was entirely okay.

At first, he sat on the bed, head buried in his hands. There was still a chance, of course, that Lucien would change his mind and come around after all. Maybe Matthias should have been upset over all the work wasted, if he didn't. Instead, he worried about who else he'd discuss poetry with. He could talk about it with Jim, of course, but that inevitably moved into other things. In Lucien, he'd found someone he could have a simple conversation with, have the chance to feel a little older and wiser but still get something out of the conversation, as well. He'd come to like that, quite a bit.

The silence became almost as bad as the thought of discussing it, eventually. Matthias stood and started to disrobe, unbuttoning his shirt. It felt down to the crooks of his arms, the top of the scar that ran along his spine, healed into knots of white flesh like Simon's scar had never had the chance to do, revealed by the slide of fabric. In most places, he wouldn't show it. Here, at least, he was safe. Jim had seen every scar he had... including, Matthias thought, the ones that weren't on his body.

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oweyouafall
2015-12-10 05:49 pm UTC (link)

If Jim bothered to stop and catalog Matthias's many reactions to him when Jim touched him, stopped to actually rank them, this would most assuredly be closer to the top of his list in terms of favorites. Jim wasn't a man who often took pleasure in giving others pleasure in the slightest, but Matthias had always been an exception. He almost took as much pleasure in it, in making his partner's body writhe like that, as he did in much crueler things. The two didn't correlate, necessarily, but for Jim they could still find a way to coincide. Where he worked hard to give Matthias pleasure, he worked just as hard to deliver pain to those that deserved it.

His touch on Matthias was still deceptively gentle, but he was no more merciful here then he was to someone who had done something to deserve Jim's less desired, much more violent attentions. Jim could tell that Matthias was still straining to control himself even as his hips canted, to control the movements of his own hips in the face of the heat of Jim's mouth, and Jim honestly wouldn't have minded if Matthias actually had started fucking into his mouth, but he certainly wasn't going to go easier on him now. Nor did Jim think that Matthias would want that, he would want him to be relentless.

The hard clutch to his head, Matthias's fingers in his hair, ignited something a bit more primal in Jim. Holding Matthias's hips down in an iron grip so he would have to try harder to arc them, Jim flexed the walls of his throat around Matthias's cock and began a hard, lingering suck as he moved his lips upward towards the head and then back down to the base, swirling his tongue around the width of it in an effort to taste more of Matthias's precome as it still dripped out, letting it coat the inside of his mouth as he began to suck Matthias with fervor. When Matthias came, he wanted him to come hard.

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inbalance
2015-12-12 11:26 pm UTC (link)

It didn't feel as though what Jim was doing was anything so base, so purely physical, as sucking his cock. Instead, it was as though Jim's demanding mouth tugged at something hooked in the core of him, dragging it closer to the surface with each slide of his lips up toward the head of his cock, returning to his base to get a better grasp on the root so he could draw it forth even more firmly. Matthias wasn't trying to fight against Jim's hold on his hips, but they rose upward, anyway, as though the suction of his mouth was pulling them like a magnet. His body was fully out of his own control; Jim was the most competent man he knew, so he was in good hands. Figuratively, of course.

Matthias wasn't certain how long Jim sucked him, time fading away only to be counted in bobs of his head, the sensation of lips sliding over turgid flesh. The up and down of it could have taken seconds, minutes, hours, for all that the rest of the universe and the laws of things like time applied to the bed where they were. Matthias moaned, whimpered, low and needy, fingers flexing in Jim's hair but not letting go, never letting go, because Matthias needed something to anchor him to Jim until he was arching again, more powerfully this time, and releasing with a shout into Jim's clever mouth. Time froze altogether as he came, shaking, his world nothing but white hot bursts of pleasure and Jim, everything about Jim.

When it subsided and left him simply Matthias once more, he was still shivering. He released his grip on Jim's hair, stroked the back of his head in unspoken gratitude. He'd never tell Jim 'thank you' for something like lovemaking, it would be an insult, but he'd show his appreciation in a thousand other, tiny ways. His voice was rough, his throat raw, when he told him, "I'll return the favor as soon as my bones are solid again." They were liquid, at the moment, utterly useless when it came to shifting away from his position on the bed and wrapping his own lips around Jim's cock. As much as he enjoyed it... "Or you could use my mouth." He had absolutely no issue with Jim lowering his hips over Matthias's face, sliding his cock easily into Matthias's mouth and fucking it until he found his own completion. As relaxed as he was, he still thought he could make a good show if it, that way.

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oweyouafall
2015-12-13 09:42 pm UTC (link)

Jim lost track of the time too, not an uncommon thing when he was wrapped up in Matthias like this. Or, around, as his mouth technically was at the moment. It was a blissful sort of reprieve from the intensity of every other aspect of Jim's life, this ability to get lost in the other man. It wasn't something Jim had ever craved to have, he'd never before felt the need for it. He wasn't one of those people who went around moping about how he felt like something was 'missing' from his life, Jim had always been fairly content with the life he led. But as soon as he met Matthias, you could say that he simply realized there was still more to enjoy in a life that you were already content with.

When Matthias came, Jim rode him out as thoroughly and intently as he had working the man up to it. He didn't stop sucking, tightening the walls of his throat around Matthias's cock as he started to spill into his mouth, drinking him down with every burst of the thick, milky white liquid that began to coat his tongue as Jim flexed it around his length. Jim drank Matthias down until there was nothing left, milking him for all he was worth while his hands on Matthias's hips remained possessively tight. He didn't detach his mouth until he felt (and tasted) the last remnants of come drip out onto his tongue, and then he pulled back slowly, careful to swallow one last time so there was no spillage on the bed.

As soon as Matthias loosened his grip on his hair, Jim pulled back farther, cock slipping out from his lips entirely and raising his head enough to catch Matthias's flushed face from his position down by the man's hips. He smiled, as much as a man like Jim could ever really smile. It was more a showing of teeth then anything else, but he did like Matthias's offer. It had his eyes brightening with interest, but he made no moves to do so just yet. Jim was nice enough to let Matthias recover a bit first, before they continued. Standing up to his full height and removing his shirt before climbing onto the bed beside Matthias, he draped his arm around Matthias's bare middle and purred. "Darling, don't you know by now? You will never owe me a thing."

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inbalance
2015-12-14 04:35 pm UTC (link)

In truth, Matthias thought, he owed Jim everything, even if Jim would never be so crass as to call in the debt. All other assignations seemed paltry in comparison, the memory of them mere shadows when he compared them to an instant in Jim's company. Jim might have been whole on his own, self-contained, but to Matthias it seemed he hadn’t been complete before the other man, as though he had simply been going through the motions of life. He might have still drawn breath, but inside he had been as dead as Simon ever was, without the sort of emotion he had discovered with Jim. He'd never have had somewhere to turn, after this sort of upset, if he hadn’t been lucky enough to find Jim striking up a conversation with him one day over a poem. Terrifying, to think that all it might have taken was Jim scrolling past his post, deciding that he didn’t have the time to comment that day, and Matthias wouldn’t have had this warm arm banding over his stomach, a beloved voice in his ear.

Matthias turned onto his side, wrapped his arm over Jim, as well, holding himself closer. With his own passion burned out, and Jim content to wait, Matthias still felt just as full, just as content. It was unfortunate, that Lucien had rejected his offer, but it no longer seemed quite as much of a tragedy. So long as he had Jim, Matthias didn’t need anyone, anything, else. It was all just trimmings for the meat of his feelings for Jim. Anything less than the loss of that, Matthias would survive, so long as he had Jim by his side to bring him through it. It was all much simpler, in Jim's arms, than it had been when Matthias had been reacting, been dealing with it, on his own.

He pressed a gentle kiss to Jim's shoulder, another silent sign of gratitude. For all that Jim had given him. For Jim's willingness to wait until Matthias didn’t feel like jelly encased in skin. This was, perhaps, his favorite part, even more than the passion they shared. "Who said that love was fire?" He recited the words, muffled against Jim's skin. He had never spoken, never read, as much love poetry as he had since meeting Jim before in his life. "I know that love is ash. It is the thing that remains when the fire is spent, the holy essence of experience." His love. His religion. Even if everyone else in his life were gone, the rest of his relationships crumbled away, as long as he had this... it would be enough.

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