modern au pt 2

[declares]

It isn't a week after their first encounter when Thomas requests the contact information of his previous, ah, worker, and is provided with an email address.

The message he sends is quick, and to the point:

May I hire you for an evening event, and the night after?

He provides the information required: the date, the event (charity), and the dress code (black tie).

I will, of course, provide for purchase of proper attire.

He hesitates, before appending:

It would be a pleasure to see you again.

- Th.

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[declares]

"I'm not," and his fingers go tight on the back of Burr's neck, a soft wounded sound as Burr lavishes attention on his balls. "No, I am, but I -- I want to savor you, you're worth savoring." He cannot breathe, with Burr so tight around him, so deep on him.

He sees Burr's hips twitch against the seat, or against the console, hard to tell the way he's draped over, but that sends a fierce pulse of desire through him. He is aflame -- "Oh," and he sounds a little shocked, "you like this." This, this is what spurs him to roughness, because he can see how Burr reacts to it. "You like to be used -- did you think about it, when you prepared yourself earlier?" Did you think of me, he wants to ask, because it is so easy to lose himself in this fantasy, of lovers, can't keep their hands off each other even for just a car ride, desperate to touch and feel. But it is just a little too pathetic, he thinks, and he pushes that thought, that question away.

Strings of drool, half-visible, darkening denim fabric. Thomas feels near-frantic with desire, seized by the urge to possess, something unfamiliar and needy and skirting around a darkness in him that he does not care to touch.

"You take me so deep," and his voice is gasping. "I can feel your throat --" And he holds Aaron there, a moment longer, with Aaron's eyes watering and his hips working, working against so little.

Aaron does the same as before: apparently endlessly patient, sloppy and wonderful, and then as Thomas starts to twitch up, when his balls start to tighten and his breath comes quicker, Aaron sucks him hard, and Thomas comes just as hard, completely losing himself in it for a split-instant.

The copiousness of it astonishes him. His cock twitches as he shoots semen in Burr's mouth, on his tongue, and he has time to withdraw and mark Burr with the rest. On his lips, his cheek. Thomas is hypnotized with it: takes himself in hand, not yet softened, and uses the head of his cock to smear it against Burr's skin. It is lewd and indulgent, and he cannot look away.

He drags Burr onto him again, to lap the rest from his cock, to clean him. He softens slowly, and Burr is obediently on him, not wiping away the come. "You're wonderful," he says, softly -- "Look at you -- I've never seen anything like you."

[slowtoanger]

Burr takes him. Let's himself be choked by him, the pulse of his own need painful. They are awful, filthy--pressed down on Jefferson's cock in a parked car in the middle of the city. He sucks hard, swallows greedily, when Jefferson comes, surging a little forward, thinks of fighting when he is drawn back--glad that he hadn't, when Jefferson releases hot on his face, smears it around with the tip of his cock.

Burr is panting, and plaint, and he gives a little groan when he feels the wet there, staining him. He licks Jefferson clean greedily, tucks him back into jeans stained dark by Burr's saliva.

Jefferson is a mess--cheeks stained red, but Burr is worse. His pants still uncomfortably tight, painted with Jefferson's come, hair mussed and clothes rumpled. But Jefferson doesn't tell him to clean himself, so Burr leans up, pushes Jefferson back against the car seat, and kisses him. Licks into him, fucks him with his tongue.

[declares]

His lips are parting before the kiss connects -- and so it becomes an open-mouthed, clashing thing, the moment where they touch harsh enough to make the car move a little on its shock absorbers. It is biting, raw, hungry. Thomas wants to pull him close; he wants to know what it would be like to have Aaron ride him, close and cramped and desperate, in the car. He wants, he wants; this is all unlocking something in him, a series of careful, neat closed doors, and within the wild creature that Thomas might become.

He does drag Aaron as close as he can, half over the central console. He breathes in quick gasps before he tangles again with Aaron's fierce, questing tongue. One hand has grabbed at the fabric of Aaron's sweater -- the other presses at the junction of his legs, finds where Aaron is so, so hard, and grinds his palm there, holds steady for Aaron to thrust against if that's what he wants. He can smell and taste his own come, and far from being disgusted, he's fiery with it. He kisses it off of Burr's cheek, licks, and then surges against his mouth again.

[slowtoanger]

Burr likes the kissing. Likes more the greedy hands the drag him over the center console. It's a good thing he's so slight, that he can fit here, back to the driver's window, and open his mouth to Thomas's attentions.

He can't get off like this, in the confines of too-tight jeans, working against Jefferson's palm. He doesn't want to, though he does let himself relax against the other man. He likes the warmth, the feeling of him, warm through layers.

There's something about it. Something appealing, in reducing Thomas to this whole Burr himself remains still hard. It seems more like a favor, more like he's giving Thomas something, instead of Thomas taking. He tucks his head into the crook of Thomas's neck, breathes in.

[declares]

"You've awakened me." Thomas lets his breath escape, touches his lips to Burr's temple in a gesture too tender for this. "I wanted to be intimate again, I--" He stops himself. "I thought of you, quite a bit," he says, instead. "Absurd, and I'm sure you hear that entirely too often."

He would do well to keep his heart out of the mix, here.

"I am under no illusions," he adds. That this is anything more than a job, no matter how genuine Aaron seems in intimate moments. "But if this event goes well, I would like to discuss an ongoing arrangement."

[slowtoanger]

Burr has him. And he needs only to reel him in. To make sure he himself doesn't get pulled away as well, a catch too big for him. Old Man and the Sea. He always hated that story.

And it scares him. Makes him less--makes him feel less in control. He doesn't like that he likes Thomas. He doesn't like that he doesn't know what he would do, if Thomas changed his mind about him.

But--they're not too far gone, are they? Thomas hasn't said anything about the bruises on his face. Or the address Burr have him. The bad neighborhood. It's still a business transaction. And it's about setting expectations.

But Burr always was one to get carried away.

"I moved another client for you," he says. Which is a lie, but Burr had moved his schedule around. He's got his fingers in Jefferson's collar, and he trails fingertips there at the edge, where skin is showing. He can't flush on command. Not really. But he knows what to say to make himself blush, which is functionally the same. "I thought about you earlier, when I was in the shower--" when he prepped himself. "I know it's just a job," he says, quickly. And it's all part of the dance. So what if he's not lying? "But I--you see me," Burr says. "Not just our bodies. But our thoughts."