[That stillness is almost impossible to abide by. Gar wants to say something but he doesn't know how. He's too uncertain to make a move that might not be what Jason wants. He's got this feeling that they're both moving way beyond anything they ever planned on, or ever thought about. Except now that it's here, it's all that Gar can think about. He wants nothing more than for Jason to shift his hips backwards. Gar is dying for that heat, that contact. He wants to grind up and move together. It would be so easy to let himself go. It's not actual sex, but it would be nice to feel --
The thought's cut from Gar's mind when he realizes that he's the one dragging that sound from Jason, and it's not some afterthought of the computer still next to them. Eyes widen and he opens his mouth, parting it slightly in wonder. Gar does it again, and this time squeezes one of the nipples in his fingers, holding onto it for a few seconds before releasing to brush over it again.
When Jason pushes back, Gar's body moves forward instinctively. He arches against Jason's cock and groans as well. There's no shyness when it comes to feeling good as their cocks brush against one another. They somehow fit like this, and the warmth of Jason's mouth against his skin... ]
No...
it's fine..
[He whispers, and pushes his head forward to take the kiss even as it's offered, sighing on a sound when Jason takes his mouth away. It's impossible to keep any part of himself still now. His chest heaves on every single breath, feeling the heat of Jason's mouth as it begins to explore his body. It's like nothing he could have actually imagined, so much better than his fantasies. He digs his nails into Jason's back and runs them across the skin, angling his hips forward to bring their cocks in contact again. He wants this. He wants them to taste and touch, and grind against one another until they can't stand it anymore. ]
Gar- [Whatever he was going to say is cut off by a moan as Gar teases his nipple, squeezing and releasing. It's like there is a direct line from his nipples to his cock and he can feel it throb with every touch over the over-sensitive area. No one has ever touched him like this before. Yeah he had sex once, they were stupid kids who fumbled their way through it but it wasn't like this. It was nothing like this.
Jason was trying desperately to hold on to any semblance of control here. He didn't have some grand scheme for this, never planned for any of this and definitely doesn't want to be the one that ravages the guy that until moments ago has never even had a real kiss.
That control was crumbling. The sounds the other man makes at the slide of their hips is intoxicating. He never could have imagined anything like this. Jason wants to hear them again. He wants to know what else makes him moan. Gar is so responsive to every touch, it sends a thrill down his spine knowing that he's the one that has him breathless, that he's arching into his touch.]
Oh fuck... [How the hell was he supposed to resist when Gar is moving his hips like this, nails running over his back? Jason drops his head to Gar's shoulder, panting open mouthed against his skin as he rolls his hips, chasing the friction and the drag of their cocks against each other. They fit together so perfectly, all firm muscle and hard lines that move so well together.
Fuck. How did they get here from what was supposed to be just a kiss?] Wait...Gar, wait. [With what takes a monumental amount of effort Jason digs his hands into Gar's hips, stilling them and pulls back just enough to look at him.] Are you sure about this? I thought you just wanted a kiss?
[Was that sound coming from Jason? Gar almost stops what he's doing, but there's no way he can now. He's committed to this. He's made up his mind. This is exactly what he wants and who he wants it with. Gar could go off by himself and think of Jason doing this exact thing to him while he used his hand. It would be stupid and pointless, and not feel nearly as good. He had a feeling that it would be the same for Jason. Why should they part ways now.
They weren't going to actually have sex, they were going to make out and get rid of all the tension that watching the stupid porn brought on. They were exploring this... thing that was blossoming between them. Cause fuck if this wasn't something. Gar at least hoped that it was. He hoped that the way Jason said his name meant something beyond the fact that he saw him as a friend that he wouldn't talk to about this after they finished.
Maybe it would be like that and when Jason starts panting, Gar stops to think for half a second, what if. Can he deal with it. His hands cross over to thumb across the abs that are so close to his own, and then he reaches around and pulls Jason in closer, arching his body up so that they touch more fully. He wants to feel what it's like when they touch. The lines of their hips, the arches meld against one another and rub one hard line into another.
Pulling a leg up, he slides it down along Jason's and brings their bodies into better alignment for what they're doing, offering the dips of hipbones for slick friction. Gar combs his fingers down the back of Jason's neck when he stops him.
Heart racing, he pants and looks up at the older male, eyes wide, pupil's blown with desire and want. ] Yes, I want this. We're not getting naked, just... letting go. We'd be thinking of this if we left here now and went to get off by ourselves. I don't want to just think, I want to know. Let go Jason. Kiss me and let go. I'm okay. I want this.
[Gar reaches up and puts his lips gently against Jason's, brushing them lightly together, back and forth, teasing them open with his inexperience. He doesn't really know what he's doing, but he wants in. He wants their bodies to move and grind and he wants to know what it feels like to rut against Jason until he feels his body explode under the other.]
[Part of Jason's problem is that he doesn't think beyond the moment too often. He doesn't know what this means just that it feels good right now and he wants to make Gar feel good too.
Gar is pulling him in, wrapping his legs around him and saying he wants this. Let go jason. That's all the reassurance he needs. The lips that find his are gentle, sweet even and his chest tightens, a knot forming that he doesn't want to examine too closely. He parts his lips on a sigh, opening to the other male, aching to taste him again.
It's true, if they stopped now and went their separate ways, Jason would be thinking about this all night. He'd be wondering what it feels like to really let go, to give into the desperate push and pull of their bodies, or what Gar feels like coming undone in his arms, or the way his name sounds in the hushed space between their mouths as they pant and sigh. He doesn't want to wonder.
He moves his hips, rocking down to bring their bodies together and he moans against Gar's mouth, a low, needy sound that is swallowed by the hungry slide of lips and tongue. They way they move together is so much better than Jason could ever imagine. Even through multiple layers of fabric, the long, firm press of Gar's cock grinding against his own has his whole body feeling like a livewire, heat curling in his veins like he might combust at any moment.]
[There's a split second, a bitter moment in time where Gar thinks that Jason won't take that leap and the young male wonders if he made a desperate mistake. A thread of fear crawls up his belly and takes hold, cutting off his air supply-- but then Jason acquiesces and Gar smiles into the parting of their lips. He anchors his hips in a more direct line with Jason's and eagerly presses upwards, meeting the downward urging of Jason's.
The resulting surge is far better than anything Gar could have imagined. Chills race through his whole body, springing from the pressure exerted upon his cock. It's like Jason's touching every bit of him all at once, and all Gar can do is hold on for the ride, edging himself against the flow and pushing to gain more, to force them together again so that this incredible feeling doesn't stop, only builds.
A small growl leaks from somewhere deep in his chest and his eyes bleed green momentarily when their bodies collide again. It's his turn to turn and kiss over Jason's neck, sucking and pulling at the skin, nipping here and there. He can feel the damp residue of their come leaking through his sweatpants now, and with jason saying how good he feels Gar feels a prick of teeth lengthen, before he catches himself.
He forces them back only seconds after they scrape red lines over Jason's neck.]
Shit. You're gonna make me lose control.
[ He'd never fully turn, but parts of him bleed through when he's over stimulated, and this is certainly yanking at his usually very carefully won control. He's fully human, and his legs lock tighter around Jason, urging them tighter, pressing closer as they grind and rut against one another. ]
Ung. Jason. Feels so amazing. I never knew it could be like this.
[The scrape of sharp teeth on his neck, has him trembling, hips stuttering and breath hitching sharply. The thought of the young titan losing control never even crossed his mind. Was that Jason's doing? Or did it happen when Gar was alone and getting himself off? Maybe that sharp prick of teeth shouldn't make him moan like this but he wasn't afraid. The beast is a part of Gar, part of who he is. If anything, the danger of it all, the thrill that he was the one unraveling Gar's control that he's trained and worked so hard for is exciting. It only spurs him on more.]
It's okay. [He urges, breath coming in shallow pants as he drives his hips down, meeting Gar's every time he rocks up, arching into his every touch. Jason drags a hand down the other man's thigh, over hard muscle to the curve of his ass, keeping them locked together as they rut desperately against each other.] Lose control. I got you.
[He nips and tugs at the sensitive skin between his neck and collarbone before lifting his head to look into Gar's eyes. It feels intimate and Jason's heartbeat quickens against his will (as if it ever listened to him anyway).]
[Every now and then Gar let himself do things when he was alone that he would never, ever let anyone know about-- and so yeah, he's let his tiger out, but that was usually on purpose. This, having it take over, normally never happens unless he's over emotional, usually angry, but apparently sexual stimulation brings it out too. Gar doesn't want to know about the rest of it. He's worried a little, but can't let his thoughts dwell, doesn't let them simmer.
It's all about the salt on Jason's neck, and the slight stubble that runs against the flat of his tongue when he culls it over the large swell of robin's adam's apple. It's so perfect, and leads directly back to those lips, ones that Gar swears he never wants to stop kissing. How did he ever miss noticing the fullness of them before, the way they are made to fit against his own. The way their bodies align with such grace even in this utter madness that has come over Gar.
Feeling that hand against the side curve of his ass, makes him work to link both his legs around behind Jason, giving them both the most intimate version of frottage yet. Gar's completely open and nearly exposed. The edge of his pants loosens a bit against their harsh grinding and he can feel the edge of his cock peering out beyond his sweats. He sighs a loud moan when he feels the wetness against his stomach now, and the stirrings of his body. He can't keep this up any more. ]
[He pants, and pushes up and up again, digging his fingers into the older male's back as he curses and cries out. Gar has never come like this before wave after wave of pleasure assaults him, and suddenly there's long spurts of white hot cum covering his pants, and their stomachs, messing the space between them as he continues to grind and rut against the other, eagerly working to that place where he knows he wants Jason to feel as good as he does. ]
[The edge is right there. He can feel it in the tension of his muscles, the heat curling low in his stomach, the sporadic drive of his hips. He dips back down, tugging Gar back for another kiss, fusing their lips together almost bruisingly. He swallows those curses and cries, licks them from the crevices of Gar's sweet mouth.
He's not expecting the mess on his stomach and he groans into the kiss, as he feels hot spurts painted over his skin pulling back enough to look down. Gar's cock is peaking out from the waistband of his sweats, hot spurts of cum covering them both. As he rocks into it, Gar's cock drags along his own, spreading the mess between them. It's quite possibly the hottest thing Jason has ever seen and that's all he needs to push him over the edge.]
Oh fuck...just like that, don't stop...I'm so close...I'm gonna-fuck Gar [Like a bow string strung too tight, he snaps suddenly, spilling long and hot, making a mess of his already stained sweatpants. He has never experienced an orgasm like that before, he swears he can see stars and his chest is heaving with labored breaths. He rocks against Gar, riding out the aftershocks that have his body trembling with every over sensitive brush of their cocks.]
[The slick mess between them makes the motion of their hips that much easier. Gar can still feel whiplashes of pleasure shooting through his bones every time he grinds against Jason's body and there's no way he wants to stop, not with the sounds that Jason's making. The heavy breathing against his neck is like the greatest aphrodisiac known to mankind and makes him want to do more suddenly.
Gar has no idea whatever he could do, but then he's glancing up at Jason's face at the exact moment Jason's cursing and all of a sudden his face twists into bliss and grimaces as he orgasms. It's stunning and Gar knows that this is something he will never forget as long as he lives. They may not have had sex, but they did something together, and Gar presses his hips up tight as he leans over the gap and licks over Jason's mouth, eventually sealing their lips together so that he can swallow the final moans of his orgasm.
Drinking down a few of the pants in a messy, last attempt to save whatever this was in his brain kiss, Gar parts and drops his head back to the bed, letting his legs go loose and fall open and to the sides, one slightly still draped around Jason's. They're both a mess, but there are clothes and towels around. It wouldn't matter now if they got naked and changed to clean up-- not that Gar is moving any time in the next few minutes. He doesn't even know what to say... He wants to say something, like - wow, or fuck, or something, but what if it's the wrong thing.]
[Jason eagerly opens himself to the other boy's kiss, letting him drink down every last moan and gasp until they break apart, breathless and spent. When Gar's legs fall loose, Jason rolls off, collapsing next to him on the mattress, close enough that their arms and legs are still pressed together.
This is the part that he doesn't know how to navigate. This wasn't some quick fumble where they part ways and never see each other again. This was...he's not sure. Just two guys releasing tension after getting worked up by a stupid porno? Whatever it was, it's not lost on him that this was Gar's first time with someone.
Jason stares at the ceiling as his heart slows to a normal pace. He can feel the sticky mess in his pants, against his stomach. Everyone would probably be back soon and wouldn't that be something for them to catch him sneaking back to his room covering in jizz.]
So much for just a first kiss, huh?
[It's stupid but he bites back a smiles, turning his head to the side to look at Gar. He knows he should probably make his exit but he doesn't want to move just yet.]
[When Jason rolls off of him, Gar almost follows, wanting to roll over and lay across the other male. He doesn't like the way his body is suddenly cold and all sticky feeling. It's so different from the warmth that they shared together only seconds ago.
It's awkward.
Gar, looks up at the ceiling of his room and wonders if this is it. If they're going to go their own ways and never talk about this again, but he really doesn't want to. He doesn't think he will ever look at Jason and not think about this. How can he not. He swallows back the thought, and tries to focus on something else, but then Jason's voice jolts him out of his stupid spiraling.
There's a laugh, a crack in his slightly serious face. Gar turns up on his side, and leans over to bite at Jason's ear. He's going to extend this a little bit, let Jason know that it meant a little more than just getting off. Who the hell knows what, but they're still okay after all this, they can still be them. Taking it a little bit farther, he slips his hand in Jason's pants and slides his fingers through the come, rubbing it between them forefinger and thumb curiously. ]
I'd say it was a really successful first kiss. You're a damn good kisser, Jason.
[He wipes it off on his pants, and then nods his head.]
You can use my towel over there to clean up... I got extra sweats in my drawer too.
[A knot loosens from somewhere in his chest at the sound of that laugh. It's like he didn't even know until that moment how anxious he was that he ruined something, crossed some sort of boundary he wasn't supposed to or how important it was that he didn't fuck this up. The loft was already miserable for him most days, it would be completely unbearable without Gar.
He shivers, watching Gar's hand slide under the waistband of his pants to run his fingers through the come. That probably shouldn't be as hot as it is.]
Happy to be of service. [The corners of his lips turn up in a small, private smile as he forces himself to climb out of bed to find the towel. He's relieved Gar thinks he's a good kisser, not that the guy has anything to compare it to but the compliment makes him feel good all the same in the way that praise usually does.]
You're not so bad yourself, especially for someone who has never had a real kiss before. [His back is turned as he drops his sweats and briefs in one go, toweling off as best as he can before rummaging in a drawer for a pair of sweatpants.] Do you think they'll be back soon?
[At least there's a smile on Jason's face that lets Gar know that he wasn't such a screw up at this. He's feeling alright, but he knows that something has to change. Normally it wouldn't be a big deal if they hung out in his room all night, or even fell asleep in here. Now they'd both question it, or think that someone might suspect something.
Gar wonders if things will be normal again after this. Watching Jason from behind, he decides to get up and slips his pants off. He grabs a fresh towel and uses it to clean up, moving up beside Jason to hand him a pair of pants and grab one for himself, uncaring of their nakedness. They were just rutting up against one another and covered in cum. Being naked is really nothing. Jason's gorgeous, and it stops Gar's heart for a second, but he forces himself to look back at the drawer.
Blowing out a breath, he pulls his pants on reluctantly. ] Who knows. It was a dinner party. That usually means drinking and dancing and all that formal stuff. Usually they aren't back before midnight. What time is it even.
Thanks. [He takes the proffered pair of sweats and pulls them on, not shy about raking his eyes over Gar's naked body as he does. He's seen Gar naked but now he knows what that chiseled body feels like pressed against his own and what he looks like when he's in the bliss of orgasm with Jason's name on his lips. It's like they've been in a dark room together and now someone's turned on the light. Things are different now.
Gar is like really...really attractive. It's honestly a wonder he hasn't even been kissed until now. How has no one noticed how gorgeous he is? He can see his muscles tense and shift as he pulls his pants on and Jason has to force himself to pull his gaze back to his face.]
You going to bed or...you wanna watch a movie or something?
[Feeling the heat of Jason's eyes is easy after the time they spent making out and doing whatever it was they just did with one another. Gar doesn't even know what to call it. Humping? Is that what the hell they did. It seemed like a lot more than just that to him. It felt more real, more intense than that. There was something about the way they kissed, about the way they looked at one another.
Who knows, maybe he was reading way too much into it. He had a bad habit about doing that some times.
There was this chick a while back that he thought for sure liked him, and he even followed her around for a while, and after all his work, and all his trying, all he got for it was 'nice hair' and 'do you know what that big guy's number is, is he really dating dawn?' - yeah, Gar felt like an idiot.
It was one of the reasons he didn't try anymore. She was just a chick from the coffee house anyways. Who cares. This is Jason, and he's... a lot more. He's fucking super hot, and funny, and can fight like a fucking badass. Gar suddenly realizes he never answered Jason, and laughs at himself. ]
Yeah, a movie is totally dope. [He yanks the blankets off his bed, and pulls out another set, changing them pretty quickly, like he does this more often than he'd like to admit. Once everything is clean, he takes the towels and all their clothes and dumps them in his hamper. ] There, bed is okay.
What movie you thinking about, or you wanna see what's on Netflix?
[There's a moment there before Gar responds that has anxiety bubbling up to the surface. It's one of those perfectly horrible moments where you put yourself out there and you're waiting for the answer that takes a beat too long. Except this isn't really putting himself out there, it's just an offer to hang out a little bit longer. It's possible he misread this. Maybe it really was just a hey we're both here and horny let's help each other out. Which is obviously definitely totally fine. He was probably supposed to fuck off back to his room now and stop hanging around like someone who can't take a hint.
Fortunately Gar's voice stops him from continuing down that road and doing something stupid. He's even changing the blankets on the bed.]
Wow, clean sheets too? It's really full service here. [He jokes but it's actually kind of endearing. Really, Jason is just mostly relieved they can still hang out even if things feel different now.]
We can just see what's on Netflix. There's gotta be something. [He climbs back onto the freshly made bed and stretches out.] Or since the idea with the porn worked out so well, why don't you put on one of your favorites?
[Fiddling around with the extra blanket, Gar waits to see if Jason is okay using the bed again given what just happened on it and he relaxes when the other male flops back on it. It's nice to see him there again. Is it weird that he wants to climb back on there and kiss him again, remind himself what it feels like.
It's not like Gar wants to be all hot and heavy, not yet at least, but he still wants that contact. He hates that he does and doesn't know why he feels like that. Shutting off his brain he does his best to turn it back to Netflix, cause that's a way safer topic. Movies, movies. What's one of his favorites. Shit. He's got a lot.
Laying down on the bed, he faces the computer. Settling on his stomach in front of it, with a pillow under his chest and arms-- still bare because he didn't see a reason to bother with a shirt. ]
Man, I got a lot of favorites. It depends on what you're in the mood for. There were a couple I was wanting to watch, some cheesy ones too. I love a good heap of cheesy. There's one called ... uh, prom? These chicks want to go to prom together and the school cancels it because they want to. Then these fabulous gay people get all excited and decide to go throw a prom for them, and calamity ensues. Or... uh, we could go for something like Breakfast Club, or like 300, if you wanted that route. Then there's like um... [He laughs as he flips through the movies] Magic Mike... I'm sure you'd be good at that shit. [ He nudges Jason with his elbow.]
[There's a snort of laughter and he nudges Gar back with his foot.] I bet you'd like to see that. You know, sometimes when you're living on the street you have to do what you need to to get by. But maybe if you ask nicely, I can give you a private show one day.
[He shrugs nonchalantly and shifts so he's laying on his stomach next to Gar, shoving a pillow under his arms. He tells himself it's to get a better view of the computer and not because he misses that contact or because he's fingers itch with the desire to reach out and touch him. Not even sexually, though that was obviously nice too, it was just nice to be close to someone.
It's not really a surprise that Gar likes cheesy movies and Jason decides not to tease him about it. He was kind of a theater geek afterall; even if no one knows that he still doesn't have room to talk. Cheesy was good.]
[Flipping the blanket over them, Gar wiggles a little closer to Jason-- enough so that the lines of their bodies touch. There's still room for Jason to move over if he's uncomfortable with it, but after all the touching, Gar can't help but feel the need to be close, to have a connection still.
He blanches a little at Jason's joke, totally trying hard not to imagine what Jason would be like doing one of those dances just for him. Cause fuck, that really would be hot. He swallows and grins, making a face, having no idea if he pulls it off.]
Yeah, it's a group though, so you'd have to let me do it with you. Then we could take it on the road, make some cash. Think Dick would totally go for it.
[He laughs, and lays his head on Jason's shoulder for a second before sitting up straight, back to Netflix surfing, letting the little clips of the movies play as he talks about them. Gar also has a long list of Animal documentaries that he spends hours upon hours watching, but he's preeetty sure Jason's not into those. He could tell anyone about the mating behavior of rhinos, gorillas, and even bats if someone wanted to know.
At least he wasn't asking Jason if he wanted to watch the new West Side Story... that was a part of his history that was still only Jason's knowledge. Gar had hints of Jason's softer sides, could see it in his eyes, and at times like this,but that's all he knew.
There was a bright grin at Jason's choice, and Gar hits the button settling his head on his crossed arms.]
Cool. I know it's probably gonna be horrible, but I've really wanted to watch it. I don't know why. I never got a prom, we won't get one ever, so I guess I'm curious about this stuff....
[This time he laughs for real as he tries to imagine the look on Dick's face if the two of them told him they were leaving to become touring strippers. Being with Gar like this is easy. There isn't really anyone else he can be like this with, laughing and relaxed. It feels good.
Jason tries to ignore the fluttering in his stomach when the titan lays his head on his shoulder. It's only a few seconds but Jason misses the warmth when he sits back up, misses the contact. He wants to tell him it's ok, he can stay there, but he doesn't know how. Instead he shifts closer, resting his head on his arms, leaning against Gar.]
I love terrible movies. I mean I get why you wanna watch movies about experiences you didn't get to have. Did you want to go to prom? I mean if it had been possible.
[When Jason shifts closer, it feels almost normal for Gar to do the same. He edges their elbows together and lays his ankle over Jason's. It's a little bit closer to how he felt when they were done and laying there after the -- stuff -- they did. Maybe the moment has passed, but that feeling, the one of wanting to be closer to Jason, to liking the way his body felt against Gar's is still there.
It doesn't matter what it means at this point, because it feels nice and he can think about it later when they're not laying here watching a silly movie and talking about wistful things. Gar nods slowly, glancing to the side a little.]
I mean, I guess I might have. If I had someone to go with. I don't know. I - I never had the opportunity to do any normal school stuff.
[He shrugs. His life has been anything but normal, pretty much a lot like Jason's, they both grew up really different from anything normal. ]
[They've never actually talked about their pasts, not in detail or anything. Jason sometimes jokes about things but usually they talk about trivial things, lighter things. They spend all day training, stuck in this loft or dealing with life or death situations so it makes sense they look for an escape when they can. Even still, it doesn't take a genius to realize they've all gone through some fucked up stuff. This loft was like the fucking Island of Misfit Toys.
He glances away from the computer screen to look at Gar.]
Yeah. Guess it would have been kind of hard to find a prom date. I never did any normal school stuff either. All that stuff is probably overrated anyway.
[The island of misfit toys indeed. Maybe one day santa would come and pick them up and they'd all find good homes. Hardly. They were pretty damn lucky to be together Gar figures. This is his home, his family and he really doesn't know what he'd do if any of it got fucked up in any way.
It worries him a little about what happened with him and Jason, but he figures it's still alright. They're close, maybe a little closer now. Prom. One of the many things he always thought about. Not in great detail, but in a wistful way, like romance, and walking along a beach with someone.
They were all things he didn't think he would ever find, or get. Not that he didn't want them. Looking at Jason, he thinks about the truth, and what would be easier to say. ]
I don't know what a normal school is. Parents never put me in one; then when they died.. [He shrugged]
I think prom could have been fun. Never interested in boring lectures. I got enough of that stuff. Still do. Dick is king of lectures. Maybe a football game. Watching cheerleaders ... I don't know. I never want to watch sports on TV though, so maybe not. It's pretty boring compared to a video game.
[Home. What is home? Wayne Manor was probably the closest Jason has ever had to a home but it wasn't really. This loft was a punishment, a sentence handed down from Bruce. He's given up on the idea of home.
Jason never thought about things like prom or football games or even lectures. It wasn't meant for people like him so what was the point? He just had to survive. Playing what if was a dangerous game.
He turns back to the screen, head still resting lighting against Gar's shoulder.]
Yeah, if you ever get wistful about missing lectures just do something Dick would be disappointed in. You'll never hear the end of it. [He chuckles softly, shaking his head. Dick has such a stick up his ass all the time like he doesn't remember what it's like to be young and dumb. They have enough responsibilities sitting on their shoulders, what was wrong with having a little fun every once in a while?]
I'd rather play a video game any day instead of watching a bunch of asshole jocks throw a ball around while a bunch of daddy's girls who bully good kids jump around cheering for their meathead boyfriends.
[This was a gift to Gar, and it would probably hurt Gar some to know that Jason thought of it as punishment-- but then again, his life was so different. The last place he lived didn't really treat him quite the same as the Titans did. He has more freedoms here than he did there, and there's not a lot of freedom here.
What a weird and twisted life they led. Gar stopped thinking about it when Jason's head fell to his shoulder though. It was better to go back to glancing at the screen, as he listened to what the other was saying. He inhaled and let his breath out in a very slow exhale, smiling softly. Dick was a hardass, but Gar still liked him. There was more to him than Jason saw. He cared, and worried. He worried a hell of a lot and carried the weight of the world on his shoulders.
The dude needed to take like 40 xanex or something. Gar tipped his head a little and glanced at the profile of Jason's face, he laughed. ]
I think you're right. I'd rather be here with you watching this than ever doing stupid shit like that. We get up to a lot better things. [He kissed the edge of Jason's forehead, the easiest place to reach and then settled back against his pillow. ]
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Date: 2023-06-05 06:30 pm (UTC)The thought's cut from Gar's mind when he realizes that he's the one dragging that sound from Jason, and it's not some afterthought of the computer still next to them. Eyes widen and he opens his mouth, parting it slightly in wonder. Gar does it again, and this time squeezes one of the nipples in his fingers, holding onto it for a few seconds before releasing to brush over it again.
When Jason pushes back, Gar's body moves forward instinctively. He arches against Jason's cock and groans as well. There's no shyness when it comes to feeling good as their cocks brush against one another. They somehow fit like this, and the warmth of Jason's mouth against his skin... ]
No...
it's fine..
[He whispers, and pushes his head forward to take the kiss even as it's offered, sighing on a sound when Jason takes his mouth away. It's impossible to keep any part of himself still now. His chest heaves on every single breath, feeling the heat of Jason's mouth as it begins to explore his body. It's like nothing he could have actually imagined, so much better than his fantasies. He digs his nails into Jason's back and runs them across the skin, angling his hips forward to bring their cocks in contact again. He wants this. He wants them to taste and touch, and grind against one another until they can't stand it anymore. ]
why do i make so many typos omg
Date: 2023-06-05 08:39 pm (UTC)Jason was trying desperately to hold on to any semblance of control here. He didn't have some grand scheme for this, never planned for any of this and definitely doesn't want to be the one that ravages the guy that until moments ago has never even had a real kiss.
That control was crumbling. The sounds the other man makes at the slide of their hips is intoxicating. He never could have imagined anything like this. Jason wants to hear them again. He wants to know what else makes him moan. Gar is so responsive to every touch, it sends a thrill down his spine knowing that he's the one that has him breathless, that he's arching into his touch.]
Oh fuck... [How the hell was he supposed to resist when Gar is moving his hips like this, nails running over his back? Jason drops his head to Gar's shoulder, panting open mouthed against his skin as he rolls his hips, chasing the friction and the drag of their cocks against each other. They fit together so perfectly, all firm muscle and hard lines that move so well together.
Fuck. How did they get here from what was supposed to be just a kiss?] Wait...Gar, wait. [With what takes a monumental amount of effort Jason digs his hands into Gar's hips, stilling them and pulls back just enough to look at him.] Are you sure about this? I thought you just wanted a kiss?
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Date: 2023-06-05 09:05 pm (UTC)They weren't going to actually have sex, they were going to make out and get rid of all the tension that watching the stupid porn brought on. They were exploring this... thing that was blossoming between them. Cause fuck if this wasn't something. Gar at least hoped that it was. He hoped that the way Jason said his name meant something beyond the fact that he saw him as a friend that he wouldn't talk to about this after they finished.
Maybe it would be like that and when Jason starts panting, Gar stops to think for half a second, what if. Can he deal with it. His hands cross over to thumb across the abs that are so close to his own, and then he reaches around and pulls Jason in closer, arching his body up so that they touch more fully. He wants to feel what it's like when they touch. The lines of their hips, the arches meld against one another and rub one hard line into another.
Pulling a leg up, he slides it down along Jason's and brings their bodies into better alignment for what they're doing, offering the dips of hipbones for slick friction. Gar combs his fingers down the back of Jason's neck when he stops him.
Heart racing, he pants and looks up at the older male, eyes wide, pupil's blown with desire and want. ] Yes, I want this. We're not getting naked, just... letting go. We'd be thinking of this if we left here now and went to get off by ourselves. I don't want to just think, I want to know. Let go Jason. Kiss me and let go. I'm okay. I want this.
[Gar reaches up and puts his lips gently against Jason's, brushing them lightly together, back and forth, teasing them open with his inexperience. He doesn't really know what he's doing, but he wants in. He wants their bodies to move and grind and he wants to know what it feels like to rut against Jason until he feels his body explode under the other.]
i never see yours lol
Date: 2023-06-06 02:25 am (UTC)Gar is pulling him in, wrapping his legs around him and saying he wants this. Let go jason. That's all the reassurance he needs. The lips that find his are gentle, sweet even and his chest tightens, a knot forming that he doesn't want to examine too closely. He parts his lips on a sigh, opening to the other male, aching to taste him again.
It's true, if they stopped now and went their separate ways, Jason would be thinking about this all night. He'd be wondering what it feels like to really let go, to give into the desperate push and pull of their bodies, or what Gar feels like coming undone in his arms, or the way his name sounds in the hushed space between their mouths as they pant and sigh. He doesn't want to wonder.
He moves his hips, rocking down to bring their bodies together and he moans against Gar's mouth, a low, needy sound that is swallowed by the hungry slide of lips and tongue. They way they move together is so much better than Jason could ever imagine. Even through multiple layers of fabric, the long, firm press of Gar's cock grinding against his own has his whole body feeling like a livewire, heat curling in his veins like he might combust at any moment.]
You feel-fuck...you feel so good...
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Date: 2023-06-06 12:36 pm (UTC)The resulting surge is far better than anything Gar could have imagined. Chills race through his whole body, springing from the pressure exerted upon his cock. It's like Jason's touching every bit of him all at once, and all Gar can do is hold on for the ride, edging himself against the flow and pushing to gain more, to force them together again so that this incredible feeling doesn't stop, only builds.
A small growl leaks from somewhere deep in his chest and his eyes bleed green momentarily when their bodies collide again. It's his turn to turn and kiss over Jason's neck, sucking and pulling at the skin, nipping here and there. He can feel the damp residue of their come leaking through his sweatpants now, and with jason saying how good he feels Gar feels a prick of teeth lengthen, before he catches himself.
He forces them back only seconds after they scrape red lines over Jason's neck.]
Shit. You're gonna make me lose control.
[ He'd never fully turn, but parts of him bleed through when he's over stimulated, and this is certainly yanking at his usually very carefully won control. He's fully human, and his legs lock tighter around Jason, urging them tighter, pressing closer as they grind and rut against one another. ]
Ung. Jason. Feels so amazing. I never knew it could be like this.
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Date: 2023-06-06 03:19 pm (UTC)It's okay. [He urges, breath coming in shallow pants as he drives his hips down, meeting Gar's every time he rocks up, arching into his every touch. Jason drags a hand down the other man's thigh, over hard muscle to the curve of his ass, keeping them locked together as they rut desperately against each other.] Lose control. I got you.
[He nips and tugs at the sensitive skin between his neck and collarbone before lifting his head to look into Gar's eyes. It feels intimate and Jason's heartbeat quickens against his will (as if it ever listened to him anyway).]
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Date: 2023-06-06 03:49 pm (UTC)It's all about the salt on Jason's neck, and the slight stubble that runs against the flat of his tongue when he culls it over the large swell of robin's adam's apple. It's so perfect, and leads directly back to those lips, ones that Gar swears he never wants to stop kissing. How did he ever miss noticing the fullness of them before, the way they are made to fit against his own. The way their bodies align with such grace even in this utter madness that has come over Gar.
Feeling that hand against the side curve of his ass, makes him work to link both his legs around behind Jason, giving them both the most intimate version of frottage yet. Gar's completely open and nearly exposed. The edge of his pants loosens a bit against their harsh grinding and he can feel the edge of his cock peering out beyond his sweats. He sighs a loud moan when he feels the wetness against his stomach now, and the stirrings of his body. He can't keep this up any more. ]
Fuck. Jason-- Oh, god. Jason... I'm gonna cum. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
[He pants, and pushes up and up again, digging his fingers into the older male's back as he curses and cries out. Gar has never come like this before wave after wave of pleasure assaults him, and suddenly there's long spurts of white hot cum covering his pants, and their stomachs, messing the space between them as he continues to grind and rut against the other, eagerly working to that place where he knows he wants Jason to feel as good as he does. ]
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Date: 2023-06-06 05:43 pm (UTC)He dips back down, tugging Gar back for another kiss, fusing their lips together almost bruisingly. He swallows those curses and cries, licks them from the crevices of Gar's sweet mouth.
He's not expecting the mess on his stomach and he groans into the kiss, as he feels hot spurts painted over his skin pulling back enough to look down. Gar's cock is peaking out from the waistband of his sweats, hot spurts of cum covering them both. As he rocks into it, Gar's cock drags along his own, spreading the mess between them. It's quite possibly the hottest thing Jason has ever seen and that's all he needs to push him over the edge.]
Oh fuck...just like that, don't stop...I'm so close...I'm gonna-fuck Gar [Like a bow string strung too tight, he snaps suddenly, spilling long and hot, making a mess of his already stained sweatpants. He has never experienced an orgasm like that before, he swears he can see stars and his chest is heaving with labored breaths. He rocks against Gar, riding out the aftershocks that have his body trembling with every over sensitive brush of their cocks.]
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Date: 2023-06-06 07:22 pm (UTC)Gar has no idea whatever he could do, but then he's glancing up at Jason's face at the exact moment Jason's cursing and all of a sudden his face twists into bliss and grimaces as he orgasms. It's stunning and Gar knows that this is something he will never forget as long as he lives. They may not have had sex, but they did something together, and Gar presses his hips up tight as he leans over the gap and licks over Jason's mouth, eventually sealing their lips together so that he can swallow the final moans of his orgasm.
Drinking down a few of the pants in a messy, last attempt to save whatever this was in his brain kiss, Gar parts and drops his head back to the bed, letting his legs go loose and fall open and to the sides, one slightly still draped around Jason's. They're both a mess, but there are clothes and towels around. It wouldn't matter now if they got naked and changed to clean up-- not that Gar is moving any time in the next few minutes. He doesn't even know what to say... He wants to say something, like - wow, or fuck, or something, but what if it's the wrong thing.]
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Date: 2023-06-06 08:17 pm (UTC)This is the part that he doesn't know how to navigate. This wasn't some quick fumble where they part ways and never see each other again. This was...he's not sure. Just two guys releasing tension after getting worked up by a stupid porno? Whatever it was, it's not lost on him that this was Gar's first time with someone.
Jason stares at the ceiling as his heart slows to a normal pace. He can feel the sticky mess in his pants, against his stomach. Everyone would probably be back soon and wouldn't that be something for them to catch him sneaking back to his room covering in jizz.]
So much for just a first kiss, huh?
[It's stupid but he bites back a smiles, turning his head to the side to look at Gar. He knows he should probably make his exit but he doesn't want to move just yet.]
finally, his first orgasm. i knew he'd get there. ~ now they "take their time". /snickers evilly.
Date: 2023-06-06 09:10 pm (UTC)It's awkward.
Gar, looks up at the ceiling of his room and wonders if this is it. If they're going to go their own ways and never talk about this again, but he really doesn't want to. He doesn't think he will ever look at Jason and not think about this. How can he not. He swallows back the thought, and tries to focus on something else, but then Jason's voice jolts him out of his stupid spiraling.
There's a laugh, a crack in his slightly serious face. Gar turns up on his side, and leans over to bite at Jason's ear. He's going to extend this a little bit, let Jason know that it meant a little more than just getting off. Who the hell knows what, but they're still okay after all this, they can still be them. Taking it a little bit farther, he slips his hand in Jason's pants and slides his fingers through the come, rubbing it between them forefinger and thumb curiously. ]
I'd say it was a really successful first kiss. You're a damn good kisser, Jason.
[He wipes it off on his pants, and then nods his head.]
You can use my towel over there to clean up... I got extra sweats in my drawer too.
yeah these two the pinnacle of patience but they will try :D
Date: 2023-06-06 11:30 pm (UTC)He shivers, watching Gar's hand slide under the waistband of his pants to run his fingers through the come. That probably shouldn't be as hot as it is.]
Happy to be of service. [The corners of his lips turn up in a small, private smile as he forces himself to climb out of bed to find the towel. He's relieved Gar thinks he's a good kisser, not that the guy has anything to compare it to but the compliment makes him feel good all the same in the way that praise usually does.]
You're not so bad yourself, especially for someone who has never had a real kiss before. [His back is turned as he drops his sweats and briefs in one go, toweling off as best as he can before rummaging in a drawer for a pair of sweatpants.] Do you think they'll be back soon?
So patient. Tomorrow night. Soooo, what's on the porn channel tonight? >> blowjobs?
Date: 2023-06-06 11:46 pm (UTC)Gar wonders if things will be normal again after this. Watching Jason from behind, he decides to get up and slips his pants off. He grabs a fresh towel and uses it to clean up, moving up beside Jason to hand him a pair of pants and grab one for himself, uncaring of their nakedness. They were just rutting up against one another and covered in cum. Being naked is really nothing. Jason's gorgeous, and it stops Gar's heart for a second, but he forces himself to look back at the drawer.
Blowing out a breath, he pulls his pants on reluctantly. ] Who knows. It was a dinner party. That usually means drinking and dancing and all that formal stuff. Usually they aren't back before midnight. What time is it even.
Yeah they're real subtle about it too LOL
Date: 2023-06-07 12:08 am (UTC)Gar is like really...really attractive. It's honestly a wonder he hasn't even been kissed until now. How has no one noticed how gorgeous he is? He can see his muscles tense and shift as he pulls his pants on and Jason has to force himself to pull his gaze back to his face.]
You going to bed or...you wanna watch a movie or something?
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Date: 2023-06-07 12:58 am (UTC)Who knows, maybe he was reading way too much into it. He had a bad habit about doing that some times.
There was this chick a while back that he thought for sure liked him, and he even followed her around for a while, and after all his work, and all his trying, all he got for it was 'nice hair' and 'do you know what that big guy's number is, is he really dating dawn?' - yeah, Gar felt like an idiot.
It was one of the reasons he didn't try anymore. She was just a chick from the coffee house anyways. Who cares. This is Jason, and he's... a lot more. He's fucking super hot, and funny, and can fight like a fucking badass. Gar suddenly realizes he never answered Jason, and laughs at himself. ]
Yeah, a movie is totally dope. [He yanks the blankets off his bed, and pulls out another set, changing them pretty quickly, like he does this more often than he'd like to admit. Once everything is clean, he takes the towels and all their clothes and dumps them in his hamper. ] There, bed is okay.
What movie you thinking about, or you wanna see what's on Netflix?
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Date: 2023-06-07 02:05 am (UTC)Fortunately Gar's voice stops him from continuing down that road and doing something stupid. He's even changing the blankets on the bed.]
Wow, clean sheets too? It's really full service here. [He jokes but it's actually kind of endearing. Really, Jason is just mostly relieved they can still hang out even if things feel different now.]
We can just see what's on Netflix. There's gotta be something. [He climbs back onto the freshly made bed and stretches out.] Or since the idea with the porn worked out so well, why don't you put on one of your favorites?
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Date: 2023-06-07 11:24 am (UTC)It's not like Gar wants to be all hot and heavy, not yet at least, but he still wants that contact. He hates that he does and doesn't know why he feels like that. Shutting off his brain he does his best to turn it back to Netflix, cause that's a way safer topic. Movies, movies. What's one of his favorites. Shit. He's got a lot.
Laying down on the bed, he faces the computer. Settling on his stomach in front of it, with a pillow under his chest and arms-- still bare because he didn't see a reason to bother with a shirt. ]
Man, I got a lot of favorites. It depends on what you're in the mood for. There were a couple I was wanting to watch, some cheesy ones too. I love a good heap of cheesy. There's one called ... uh, prom? These chicks want to go to prom together and the school cancels it because they want to. Then these fabulous gay people get all excited and decide to go throw a prom for them, and calamity ensues. Or... uh, we could go for something like Breakfast Club, or like 300, if you wanted that route. Then there's like um... [He laughs as he flips through the movies] Magic Mike... I'm sure you'd be good at that shit. [ He nudges Jason with his elbow.]
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Date: 2023-06-07 03:36 pm (UTC)[He shrugs nonchalantly and shifts so he's laying on his stomach next to Gar, shoving a pillow under his arms. He tells himself it's to get a better view of the computer and not because he misses that contact or because he's fingers itch with the desire to reach out and touch him. Not even sexually, though that was obviously nice too, it was just nice to be close to someone.
It's not really a surprise that Gar likes cheesy movies and Jason decides not to tease him about it. He was kind of a theater geek afterall; even if no one knows that he still doesn't have room to talk. Cheesy was good.]
Let's go cheesy with Prom.
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Date: 2023-06-07 03:59 pm (UTC)He blanches a little at Jason's joke, totally trying hard not to imagine what Jason would be like doing one of those dances just for him. Cause fuck, that really would be hot. He swallows and grins, making a face, having no idea if he pulls it off.]
Yeah, it's a group though, so you'd have to let me do it with you. Then we could take it on the road, make some cash. Think Dick would totally go for it.
[He laughs, and lays his head on Jason's shoulder for a second before sitting up straight, back to Netflix surfing, letting the little clips of the movies play as he talks about them. Gar also has a long list of Animal documentaries that he spends hours upon hours watching, but he's preeetty sure Jason's not into those. He could tell anyone about the mating behavior of rhinos, gorillas, and even bats if someone wanted to know.
At least he wasn't asking Jason if he wanted to watch the new West Side Story... that was a part of his history that was still only Jason's knowledge. Gar had hints of Jason's softer sides, could see it in his eyes, and at times like this,but that's all he knew.
There was a bright grin at Jason's choice, and Gar hits the button settling his head on his crossed arms.]
Cool. I know it's probably gonna be horrible, but I've really wanted to watch it. I don't know why. I never got a prom, we won't get one ever, so I guess I'm curious about this stuff....
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Date: 2023-06-07 05:09 pm (UTC)Jason tries to ignore the fluttering in his stomach when the titan lays his head on his shoulder. It's only a few seconds but Jason misses the warmth when he sits back up, misses the contact. He wants to tell him it's ok, he can stay there, but he doesn't know how. Instead he shifts closer, resting his head on his arms, leaning against Gar.]
I love terrible movies. I mean I get why you wanna watch movies about experiences you didn't get to have. Did you want to go to prom? I mean if it had been possible.
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Date: 2023-06-07 05:42 pm (UTC)It doesn't matter what it means at this point, because it feels nice and he can think about it later when they're not laying here watching a silly movie and talking about wistful things. Gar nods slowly, glancing to the side a little.]
I mean, I guess I might have. If I had someone to go with. I don't know. I - I never had the opportunity to do any normal school stuff.
[He shrugs. His life has been anything but normal, pretty much a lot like Jason's, they both grew up really different from anything normal. ]
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Date: 2023-06-07 07:50 pm (UTC)He glances away from the computer screen to look at Gar.]
Yeah. Guess it would have been kind of hard to find a prom date. I never did any normal school stuff either. All that stuff is probably overrated anyway.
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Date: 2023-06-07 09:05 pm (UTC)It worries him a little about what happened with him and Jason, but he figures it's still alright. They're close, maybe a little closer now. Prom. One of the many things he always thought about. Not in great detail, but in a wistful way, like romance, and walking along a beach with someone.
They were all things he didn't think he would ever find, or get. Not that he didn't want them. Looking at Jason, he thinks about the truth, and what would be easier to say. ]
I don't know what a normal school is. Parents never put me in one; then when they died.. [He shrugged]
I think prom could have been fun. Never interested in boring lectures. I got enough of that stuff. Still do. Dick is king of lectures. Maybe a football game. Watching cheerleaders ... I don't know. I never want to watch sports on TV though, so maybe not. It's pretty boring compared to a video game.
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Date: 2023-06-07 10:50 pm (UTC)Jason never thought about things like prom or football games or even lectures. It wasn't meant for people like him so what was the point? He just had to survive. Playing what if was a dangerous game.
He turns back to the screen, head still resting lighting against Gar's shoulder.]
Yeah, if you ever get wistful about missing lectures just do something Dick would be disappointed in. You'll never hear the end of it. [He chuckles softly, shaking his head. Dick has such a stick up his ass all the time like he doesn't remember what it's like to be young and dumb. They have enough responsibilities sitting on their shoulders, what was wrong with having a little fun every once in a while?]
I'd rather play a video game any day instead of watching a bunch of asshole jocks throw a ball around while a bunch of daddy's girls who bully good kids jump around cheering for their meathead boyfriends.
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Date: 2023-06-08 01:35 am (UTC)What a weird and twisted life they led. Gar stopped thinking about it when Jason's head fell to his shoulder though. It was better to go back to glancing at the screen, as he listened to what the other was saying. He inhaled and let his breath out in a very slow exhale, smiling softly. Dick was a hardass, but Gar still liked him. There was more to him than Jason saw. He cared, and worried. He worried a hell of a lot and carried the weight of the world on his shoulders.
The dude needed to take like 40 xanex or something. Gar tipped his head a little and glanced at the profile of Jason's face, he laughed. ]
I think you're right. I'd rather be here with you watching this than ever doing stupid shit like that. We get up to a lot better things. [He kissed the edge of Jason's forehead, the easiest place to reach and then settled back against his pillow. ]
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