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Thomas Whelan
Thomas Whelan

Jun 23 2014, 01:41 AM #16

“I’m not with anyone. Not officially anyways since…” Since Lilah had left but Thomas didn’t want to mention her name and have it spoil everything. There was probably no greater mood killer than bringing up an ex-wife so he let the implication hang in the air slightly, without actually mentioning her. There’d been a number of hookups since she left, a few friends with benefits but nothing serious and Thomas didn’t want Jesse thinking he was hiding a significant other somewhere just to screw with him. No, if there was a significant other in the picture, he definitely would not have been flirting as aggressively as he had been these past few weeks, despite his best efforts not to.

It was pretty clear he hadn’t managed to fuck up what he wanted to say though since suddenly Thomas found himself with a lapful of Jesse and it took a lot of effort not to drag him in impossibly close and hold him there, settling instead for resting his hands on Jesse’s hips, thumbs teasing over the bits of skin visible along the waistband of his jeans, just under the hem of his t-shirt. The kiss that Jesse gave him was fierce, just a shade off of painful, which if Thomas was being quite honest he actually quite liked and he leaned up into it, teeth tugging slightly at Jesse’s bottom lip, not hard enough to hurt but just enough to let the younger man know that it was okay not to go entirely easy on him, he could take whatever was being doled out.

“Fun… Are we talking a one-time only thing here or more of a friends who occasionally have ‘fun’ together kind of deal?” Thomas knew he should wait for Jesse’s answer but the pale skin that was suddenly so much more prominent given their close proximity with Jesse straddling him as he was proved to be too tempting to resist and he ducked his head down to press a kiss to the hinge of Jesse’s jaw, feeling the rapid beat of his pulse under his lips as he did so. “Because I wouldn’t say no to either of those options, but I’d like to know where we stand, before things go any further”

Mostly because he was pretty sure if he got to sleep with Jesse once, he’d want to do it again and Thomas wasn’t sure he could commit to a promise of a one-time thing. Some people seemed to be very good at sleeping with the object of their desire once, just to get it out of their system but Thomas didn’t possess that kind of talent and he wanted to make sure he and Jesse were on the same page, before things got too far out of hand. Still that didn’t stop him from tracing his fingers over the small of Jesse’s back as he waited for an answer, fighting the urge to say screw waiting and strip off all the layers the smaller man was wearing, so Thomas could finally see what he looked like underneath them all.
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Jesse Allender-Adams
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Jun 23 2014, 01:51 AM #17

'Not officially' was good enough for Jesse. He understood that there could be complications here and there, but he didn't want to get into all of that. If Thomas said that he was available, then he was available. Jesse trusted him, and he wasn't going to go against that. Maybe it wasn't what most people would have done - others might have asked, wanting to clarify what that meant exactly, but Jesse didn't care. If Thomas had someone that he was seeing that didn't matter enough to push Jesse away, than it didn't matter, and as cruel as it may have sounded, that was Jesse's problem, and he didn't care much one way or the next. He was caught up in the moment, and oh, what a moment it was.

Thomas drew him in, and Jesse knew that he was light, that it was easy, but Thomas made it seem so effortless. He wanted Thomas' hands on him, he wanted Thomas lips on him, he wanted all of it, and when Thomas bit down on his lip, gently, dragging his teeth over it, Jesse let out a moan of pleasure, because Thomas wasn't hurting him, he was making him feel a live. Sure, there was rough in a good way, and rough in a bad way, and Jesse trusted the other man, besides, this was still a far cry from as rough as Jesse was willing to safely go, but he didn't want to delve into that all so quickly, it wouldn't make anything any easier - he just wanted to see where this went, how it went.

Jesse's fingers were just starting to weave through Thomas' hair when the man started speaking, and Jesse looked at him from where he was sat on his lap. Okay, so he wanted to figure out what exactly they were doing, and yes, the break in the physical intimacy was annoying, but he understood why, and he actually liked that they were clarifying. This wasn't a situation he had been in before, having sex with someone, with a friend, for fun? Because he wanted to? It wasn't like everything else that he had dealt with, everything else that he had been through, and with each kiss from Thomas, he just wanted more and more. He felt greedy, but he didn't care. He loved it, and he hoped that the other was feeling the same way.

He thought about it for a minute, weighing the benefits of each of the options detailed before him. A one night stand could be lustful, hot, dirty and without any pressure, but friends who had fun? It could be that times so much more, and the option of dating, of this being romantic? That was the scary one, and that wasn't even on the table, so really, there was no wrong answer, but Jesse still wanted to make sure that he chose right, that he thought about it...even if it was hard to think when all of the blood in his body was rushing south, away from his brain about as fast as it ever had in his life.

He smirked, looking at the other man. "The second, definitely the second. A one off would be such a waste." He twisted his fingers into Thomas' hair, through the thick, dark curls, smirking as he did so. He bit his lip, smirking down at Thomas as he tugged at his hair, not enough to hurt, just slightly, gently. He leaned down so that his lips were just a ghost of a distance away from Thomas', and he lingered, taking a moment to tease, something he was so good at, before he closed the distance, kissing Thomas aggressively. He wasn't a china doll, maybe he looked like one, maybe he was small, appeared fragile, but he was anything but, and he was desperate to prove that.

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Thomas Whelan
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Jun 23 2014, 02:39 AM #18

The grip he had on Jesse’s hips tightened slightly when the other man pulled on his hair, because yes that might be one of his favorite things someone could do to him that wasn’t explicitly sexual; Thomas had always actually viewed his curls as something of a godsend actually, barring the days they just wound up pissing him off by doing whatever the fuck they wanted to which usually involved exploding from his head in a demented halo, because people really seemed to like touching them and he really liked it when people did, especially if there was some pulling involved.

There were going to be bruises tomorrow from how hard they were kissing, but Thomas found he didn’t particularly care as he ran his hands up Jesse’s sides, a low noise, almost close to a growl escaping him as his hands came in contact with layers of cotton and polyester, rather than skin. “Too many layers” He mumbled, yanking down the zipper of Jesse’s sweatshirt and then reaching up to push the offending garment aside, leaving the other man in just his t-shirt. It was only fair after all, he thought, leaning up to gently nip a trail of kisses down Jesse’s throat, towards his collarbone, since he’d been without a shirt since Jesse had arrived and it wouldn’t do to have him still half-dressed while Jesse was bundled up like he was expecting a freak blizzard or something.

“Glad we’re on the same page then” Thomas pulled back slightly to grin at Jesse, before rocking his hips upwards experimentally, hands having moved from Jesse’s sides back down to his hips again, holding him in place on Thomas’ lap. It had been a little while since he’d been with another man; most of his hookups post-Lilah had been with other women, like he was trying to convince himself she hadn’t ruined him for women permanently but Thomas always enjoyed the contrast, lean muscle and flat plains, where women had soft curves and other… assets. There was a part of him already wondering what Jesse might look like with all his clothes off but even though they’d essentially agreed to being friends with benefits, Thomas was determined not to let tonight progress much further than kissing, because despite Jesse proving that he was in his right mind for the most part, Thomas didn’t want to feel like he was taking advantage of the other man when he was feeling vulnerable and more than a little drunk.

That didn’t stop him from leaving a matching set of small bites and kisses along the other side of Jesse’s neck though, liking the way the pale skin bloomed a nice shade of red when he gently dug his teeth into it. Maybe he’d been a vampire in another life, his tendencies towards necks and biting definitely seemed to suggest so and Thomas grinned to himself, sliding one hand around the back of Jesse’s neck, to pull him down into another kiss.
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Jesse Allender-Adams
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Jun 23 2014, 02:54 AM #19

All that Jesse wanted was this closeness, this other man right on him, kissing him, touching him. It was electric in ways he hadn't experienced in a long time, but good sex wasn't 100% new to him. Sure, most of the men that he had been with in his line of work had been less than, if he was being honest, but every so often, he was with someone who was really fucking good, someone who made the sex as good for Jesse as Jesse made it for them, and sometimes, he almost felt weird taking their money...almost. Still, this was different from that, because this was not a transaction in any way. This was two men who fucking wanted each other. It was mutual, consensual in every possible meaning of the word, and so far, it was fucking fantastic.

Jesse didn't really have very many limits, he never had, and he knew that a lot of people, including the woman that he had been with tonight, were disgusted by that particular behavior but he didn't apologize for it. He knew where the important lines were, specifically between consent and none, and he wasn't crossing that one, so he was good, Thomas wanted him, hell, Thomas had stopped everything to make sure that Jesse was lucid enough to have sex in an acceptable way. That was pretty special, if he was being honest, he'd never had anyone do that before...then again, the consent had sort of been obvious in the past, when he'd been selling what it was he was working with.

He let Thomas remove his shirt, smiling as the other man did so, groaning at the kisses, all of it. "God," he gasped, watching his sweatshirt fall by the wayside. "You really know what you're doing, don't you?" It was pretty clear that Thomas was experienced, and Jesse loved that - he loved someone who knew their way around a bed...or couch, or counter, or floor, or wall...he really wasn't picky at the end of the day, and right now, right where they were would be just fine with him. He was in the moment and that was that.

"My god, do I have to do everything myself?" he teased, reaching down, pulling his t-shirt off over his head and tossing it to the floor, evening the playing field. He gasped as Thomas rocked his hips up. God, this all felt so damn good, and though he hadn't viewed Thomas as a real, viable option before tonight, it was all changing now. No, there were no feelings that he'd been harboring since the day they met, he wasn't sure there were feelings at all, at least outside of physical ones, but it still felt good, fulfilling, exciting, and it was making him happier than he had been in a long time.

"Oh god..." He let out a sigh as Thomas bit and kissed his way around his throat. He really did not mind any of this, he liked that Thomas wasn't delicate with him, that Thomas didn't treat him like some version of a child, because really, that was his least favorite thing. He just wanted to be seen as an equal, and Thomas was definitely doing at least something to that effect.

Caught up in the mood, in the feelings of all of this, he reached down, fumbling with the button of Thomas' jeans. He wanted to get the other man out of them - he wanted to get Thomas out of everything, and maybe he was getting a little ahead of himself, but he didn't care. Thomas was beautiful, and right now, he was with Jesse. What more could the other man want?

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Thomas Whelan
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Jun 26 2014, 02:12 AM #20

“Well it’s not exactly my first time at the rodeo, is it now?” Thomas had never fully understood the meaning of that particular phrase; one of his first hookups in America, a gorgeous redhead from Texas liked to use it to describe him but he felt it fit the situation almost perfectly. And the practically sinful way Jesse was moving his hips would have told him it wasn’t the other man’s first time doing this either, if he hadn’t already alluded to that fact himself. Lots of practice over the years also meant he’d become something of a master at quickie sex and while he definitely hoped it was all over in just a few minutes tonight, it did mean he knew a thing or two about getting people out of their clothes quickly, ideal in just about any situation, save for when a slow seduction was in the cards.

Smoothing his hands over Jesse’s back as the thin t-shirt also fell onto the floor, Thomas curled his fingers around the jut of Jesse’s shoulder blades, using the sudden leverage to tug the smaller man down closer to him. “If you’re going to complain, I might very well sit back and let you do all the work yourself, rather than lend a helping hand” Not very fair, although really he had gotten things started by taking off Jesse’s sweatshirt. Or if they were going to get very technical about it, by taking off his own shirt before he’d even gone to answer the door and found Jesse on his porch. So yes Jesse could do some of the work himself, especially if it meant crossing certain boundaries that Thomas hadn’t been sure if he was ready to cross or not.

The little red marks his teeth and lips had made were already beginning to fade and Thomas frowned slightly to himself, wanting to put something a little more permanent on Jesse’s skin. The frown was quickly replaced by a grin though when an idea popped into his head; why not show the frigid twat precisely what she had missed out on by sending Jesse off to work tomorrow looking thoroughly fucked out, love bites and all? Either she would be jealous because she’d missed her own chance or she’d be appalled because Jesse would look like exactly the kind of deviant she’d been ranting against, but either way the results were sure to be hilarious.

Satisfied with his plan, Thomas returned his attention to Jesse’s neck, trying to decide on the best place to leave his mark. Not so high up that it would seem too deliberate but not so low that it could be easily covered by a higher shirt collar either. Finally he settled on a small patch of skin just underneath Jesse’s jaw, high enough he couldn’t cover it up but just to the side, so it would be slightly hidden by his hair. Slipping his hands down to Jesse’s hips, Thomas rolled his hips up again, hoping the friction might distract Jesse some from what he was doing and then set about sucking a deep bruise into the pale skin, finishing off with the slightest nip of teeth, to add an extra flush to the mark. Perfect.

He’d been so caught up in his own devious plans though that he’d failed to notice Jesse’s hands working on the button of his jeans and Thomas batted them away with a mock stern look. “Why is it nearly every time you come ‘round, I’m having to tell you to keep some clothes on?” Normally he wouldn’t be opposed but since it was nearing laundry day, Thomas didn’t actually have any underwear on underneath his jeans and he wasn’t sure if he, let alone Jesse, was quite prepared for that. Not when they’d just reached an agreement about being friends who had ‘fun’ with each other. There was still plenty that could be done with both of their pants on and the rest could be saved for later; although whether that was just later in the evening or some other time later would depend almost entirely on Thomas’ willpower it seemed.
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Jesse Allender-Adams
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Jun 29 2014, 02:18 AM #21

It may not have been Thomas' first time at the Rodeo, but it wasn't Jesse's, either...at least not in terms of the actual physical activity. He knew his way around the bodies of other men, he knew what to do to make them feel good, to give them what they wanted. It was one of the only skills of his that he was completely confident in. He didn't have a lot going for him, he didn't think, but he had a knowledge, a sexual prowess and power that he felt would be so easy to harness and run with. He knew what he was doing, he was confident in it, and it felt good to be able to exercise the skills that he had worked so hard building, in conditions that had not always been good. Yes, he liked sex, and yes, he was good at it, but he had far from always enjoyed himself when he was with clients. They could be rude, or cruel, or mean, and sometimes he wasn't in the mood, but he had no choice, he had to make do, and that was the only way he'd known how to pay for things, on his hands and knees, and any other way that people wanted him.

In a way, though, this was new to him. He wasn't used to being with someone like Thomas, someone that wasn't paying him, someone that wasn't expecting him to do whatever they wanted with no regard for what he was comfortable with. Sure, he had been with people that weren't paying him before, but it had always just been hookups at bars, strangers, people who didn't care about him, people who just wanted to get off, and that was all he had wanted as well. This was different. This was someone that he knew, someone he cared about, and someone who cared about him - maybe it wasn't romantic, they weren't in love, but they were friends, and friends cared, and that meant that they cared what happened to the other - to their body, to everything else that went with it, and for Jesse, that was a first. Sure, he didn't think that would alter the experience much, but it was still something new, something that he would have to get used to if they were going to do this again - and from the way they had spoken, this was far from the last time they would be doing this.

'Maybe I wouldn't complain," Jesse said slow, teasingly. "If you would actually do something." Sure, Thomas was doing plenty, but that didn't mean that Jesse was going to let up on the teasing. That was part of why this was so fun, why being with Thomas was so different. It wasn't all physical desperation with someone he couldn't connect with - he could joke, and smile, and pause to say something without the other man getting mad, or tell him that they weren't here to talk, they were to fuck, so why didn't he just get on his knees already and make himself useful. This door swung both ways, and Jesse was excited about that. He even hoped that, in some ways, their ability to communicate would make this some of the best sex that he had ever had, though he was working hard not to have too many expectations - he didn't want to hold Thomas to an unrealistic expectation and wind up ruining this for both of them, not when it could be truly awesome...and right now, it was shaping up to be just that.

He didn't know why Thomas was marking him. He didn't know why those lips were at his jaw, sucking on his tender skin, but he knew that he fucking loved it. He gasped, his chest tightening for a second before another moan escaped his lips. This felt good - it felt amazing, and maybe Thomas couldn't hear what he was doing to Jesse, but he was sure that he knew, that he could tell from the way Jesse's muscles contracted, that he could feel it in the way that Jesse was, well, acting. He was aroused like he hadn't been in a long time, and he was sure that was not at all lost on Thomas. He wanted this, the sucking, the marking, the biting, anything that Thomas had given him so far, and probably everything that he would offer up, Jesse wanted. This felt so good, and he didn't have anything real to compare it to, but if hooking up with people he actually knew could really be this good, well, he might have to look into that on a more regular basis. Maybe hooking up with strangers really was an overrated action. "Are you...intentionally marking me?" he asked when he pulled back. "Or do you just really like sucking on my neck?" He didn't care what the answer was, but he smirked as he looked at Thomas.

And then Thomas made the quip about clothes, and he got confused. They were going to have sex, weren't they? That was what all of this had been leading up to, it had to be. He was sitting on Thomas' lap, for crying out loud - he could feel how much the other man was into this, he could tell that the other man was aroused, and he was willing, wanting, consenting, so was there really going to be a hangup. "Yeah, well," Jesse said teasingly. "I'm not trying to get my own clothes off this time, am I? I'm trying to get yours off." He folded his arms across his chest, not wanting to go back for the jeans without permission - he didn't want Thomas to feel pressured, but he was very, very much confused about what was going on here, since his initial assumption of what was likely to happen may not be proving reality...and he didn't know what to make of that. "Do you...do you not want me?" he asked, biting his lip, suddenly feeling shy, self conscious, stupid and childish all at once.

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Thomas Whelan
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Jun 30 2014, 01:41 AM #22

“Whine, whine, whine” Thomas muttered in what he hoped was a teasing tone, tipping his head back against the arm of the couch so he could see Jesse a little better under the spill of curls that were hanging into his eyes. “Seems to me like I don’t actually have to do all that much, considering you’re doing all the work for me” He’d gotten Jesse’s sweatshirt off sure, but Jesse had really started the whole thing by climbing into Thomas’ lap. Not that Thomas was complaining, he never had a problem with his partners being forward with him and it was actually kind of a nice change, not having to be the one to take the lead. Especially since he’d been somewhat hesitant around Jesse, not knowing what the younger man might be comfortable with but the message was certainly coming across loud and clear now.

Rubbing his thumb over the bruise he’d just made, Thomas shrugged. “A little bit of both really. Unless you don’ like it?” The small, hitching moans he’d felt vibrating through Jesse’s body told him otherwise but he still had to ask, just to be sure. No sense in leaving bruises on someone who wouldn’t appreciate them in the same way he did and while Thomas kind of liked the idea of sending Jesse off to work with some rather prominent evidence of their time spent together, he wasn’t sure how the younger man felt about them, particularly if his work was one of those fascist places that would get people in trouble for having obvious evidence of a fun night left on their bodies when they came into work the next day.

Jesse’s teeth on his lower lip muddied his words again, to the point that Thomas couldn’t be entirely sure of what he’d said, despite the younger man facing him square on but the sudden tenseness in his posture, the arms crossed defensively over his chest, told him everything he hadn’t been able to discern from the lost words. Reaching up, he tugged Jesse’s arms down, so the younger man didn’t look quite so shielded anymore and then ran his thumb along his bottom lip, pulling the flesh free from his teeth, before placing a soft kiss on the abused flesh. “Of course I want you, you eejit” It took a lot of willpower not to direct Jesse’s hand down, to place it on top of the obvious evidence of Thomas’ desire for him, so he settled for a fond smile and another kiss, fingers drawing abstract patterns on the skin of Jesse’s back.

“I just think we shouldn’t rush into anything. Especially not when you’ve been drinking. And also, when we do have sex, I’d much rather it be on a bed. I think I’m getting a little old for fucking on couches anymore” He teased, recalling the last time he’d actually had sex on a couch, though thankfully not this particular couch and exactly what an awkward affair it had been.
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Jun 30 2014, 03:22 AM #23

Jesse liked the teasing, he liked all of it. He liked being with Thomas. He liked the way that Thomas kissed him, he liked the way that Thomas touched him, he liked the way that Thomas stopped to make sure he was sober, he liked the way that Thomas looked at him, the way that Thomas bit him, and sucked on his neck. He liked that Thomas didn't care that they weren't dating, he liked that Thomas would fool around with him anyways. It was the best case of no strings attached that he had ever been a part of, and he was glad that he was able to enjoy himself without feeling like some sort of pressure was washing over him. This wasn't about pressure, this wasn't about control, or a transaction, this was just about two guys wanting each other, and god, did Jesse want what was going on right now.

When the question was set up about whether or not he liked it, Jesse bit his lip. He'd been marked before so many times, and he had never understood why those men wanted to mark him up so badly. He didn't belong to them, he belonged to whoever was paying him, and that was that. He didn't want to deal with that, but this? this was different. This was someone who cared about him, someone that he planned to see again, to be with again, and all that he wanted to do was let that mark happen. He smirked, looking down at Thomas. "I like it," he whispered. Thomas wasn't claiming to want him exclusively, Thomas wasn't trying to claim him or own him, he was marking him, and Jesse liked that...a lot. All that he wanted was a good time, and Thomas seemed more than willing to provide that.

Thomas' hands, his actions, were unique, and he liked them. Thomas reached out, moving his arms, freeing his lips, and there was something about those touches that set him on fire, something about those touches that spoke to him, something that really felt nice, something that felt wanted. He closed his eyes for a second, taking a deep breath, because god, what was happening? He wasn't used to there being breaks, he wasn't used to problems happening, he wasn't used to this kind of thing, wasn't used to someone being gentle with him. He returned the kiss, though, nodding his head when Thomas called him an eejit, because, well, maybe he was being stupid, he was being insecure, he just didn't know how to be this person, someone who was desired by someone who actually knew him...and it was sort of surprising to him, that anyone would look at him that way...and that was why he was having trouble with all of this.

And then he explained what was really going on, that he didn't want to do this when Jesse had been drinking...and he wanted a bed. "I...okay." He nodded, taking a deep breath. He didn't want to make this difficult, he didn't want to make a big thing about it. He had thought that they were going to have sex, and now that didn't seem to be the case, but did they have to have sex? Thomas was making it very clear that he was going to do it again, that they would have another chance, and he hoped that it would be a good one, that they would be good together. "So just to clarify - you don't want to have sex tonight, right?" He looked at Thomas, head on. ":But you do, you know, want to have sex soon...and tonight, we can keep doing what we're doing?" Because the kissing, the touching, that was nice. "And you don't...you don't want me to blow you?"

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Thomas Whelan
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Jul 3 2014, 02:21 AM #24

“Good. Because if you hadn’t noticed yet, I have a bit of a thing for marks” Releasing his grip on Jesse’s hips, Thomas folded his arms behind his head for a moment, all the better to draw attention to his tattoos with my dear. Nearly all of them were visible, save for the one on his shoulder and the other on his thigh, still hidden under the confines of his jeans but the slight tensing of his muscles called attention to Thomas’ favorite bit of ink, a recreation of part of the Sistine Chapel, the hand of God touching Adam’s hand, done in black lines with a swirl of color. Yes he liked marks and the only real difference between his marks and the ones he’d put on Jesse was that the latter would eventually fade with time… which just meant another excuse to put more marks on him again.

Removing his hands from behind his head, Thomas reached up to gently rub his thumb over the bruise he’d left on Jesse’s neck. There was still some hesitance in the way the younger man held himself and Thomas knew Jesse probably didn’t entirely believe him when he said he wanted him. He would have to plan then, to find ways, other than the current crude option that kept running through his mind, to show Jesse that he wanted him, in all the ways the younger man was willing to offer him.

“Christ” Words like that should not be coming from the lips of someone who looked as innocent as Jesse did and Thomas shook his head again, stifling back a laugh. “You, a mhuirnín, are going to be the death of me, you keep talking like that” Hiding any further laughter behind another kiss, Thomas let it linger, their lips just barely touching, before leaning back, a hand on the side of Jesse’s knee to encourage him to stretch out on top of Thomas. After all, the couch might be comfortable but even with the padding, it was probably hell on a person’s knees to kneel on it for too long. And if they were going to get comfortable, then they might as well do it properly.

“No, we’re not going to have sex tonight” Much as he might want to but Thomas was determined to not really engage Jesse in such a way when he’d been drinking. “Yes, we can keep doing what we’re doing but… much as it pains me to say this, no I don’t want you to… blow me as you so charmingly put it. Again, at least not tonight” There was something nagging at the back of his mind though and Thomas tried to think of how best to phrase what he needed to say to Jesse, even as he wrapped an arm around his shoulder, to draw the younger man in closer. “This isn’t all about me though. If there’s something you want… or don’t want, you tell me, right? Sex is a two way street after all. Can’t be all take and no give. So… what do you want?”
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Jul 3 2014, 04:08 AM #25

Jesse had never really thought about marks, at least not the kind that Thomas had left on him, and tattoos really being anything the same, but he supposed that, in some ways, they weren't all that different. They were both showing of something, and in some cases, the kind of marks that Thomas was leaving would show possession, ownership, and sure, that wasn't what was happening here, but it mattered. It mattered to Jesse that Thomas wanted to mark him, and it definitely turned him on. Sure, he'd been down that road before, but everything was different now, that included, and he smiled, saying nothing, just taking in the sight of the fucking gorgeous mean beneath him.

"I can tell," he said softly, his gaze dropping to the tattoo of the hands. Jesse himself didn't have any tattoos, but he liked the ones that Thomas had. They were sexy, and they looked well on him, and he liked that. He thought they worked so well for Thomas, too. He was an artist, and the marks that he wore showed not only that, but his heritage, and that was so sexy to Jesse. Thomas knew who he was, and here Jesse was, still trying to figure out how to be an adult in a world where not everyone was out to use him as a commodity.

"This," he said, his voice soft, though the novelty of that would be completely lost on Thomas. 'Is beautiful." He let his fingertips brush over the tattoo going down the other man's ribs. He lingered, slowly tracing part of the design, though he didn't dare go where the tattoo disappeared below the waistband of the other man's jeans. Thomas had made it very clear that they would not be having sex tonight, and while that was somewhat disappointing, Jesse didn't want to turn into the kind of guy that forced that - hell, he wasn't that sort of person at all...he had been on the other end of it too many times.

It was clear that things were going to slow down, and Thomas, well, he didn't want to take advantage, which was both nice, and for Jesse, very sexually frustrating right now. Still, he sprawled out a little more, moving so that he was sitting on the couch sideways, his legs over Thomas' lap. It was comfortable, and oddly...domestic in a way that he had never really experienced before, but he didn't know if it was a good idea. Would Thomas take to that? God, the other man probably hadn't even noticed, probably wouldn't care at all, and why should he? this was a perfectly normal thing...just not for Jesse.

'I don't want to be the death of you," he said with a smirk. "But I do like knowing that I have that effect on you." Okay, maybe not the best thing to be saying, and maybe not where he should have been going with this, but it was honest, it was true. He liked knowing that he got Thomas riled up, even though he still wasn't really sure where they stood. He had never been rejected for sex before, and while Thomas was really nice about it, it was still very, very jarring, if he was being honest.

Okay, well that clarified it for sure, and not only that, Thomas didn't even want a blow job. God, Jesse had never been turned down for that before, either, and he didn't really know what to do with that. He knew that Thomas didn't mean it as a diss, but he was pretty sure that it would feel like one for at least a few minutes. He didn't really have the headspace to understand taking things slow, he never had before - hell, there had never been anything for him to take slow, and now there was this...whatever the fuck this was. "Alright, fine, your loss," he teased, not wanting to show Thomas any more of his own insecurities than he already had.

And then Thomas asked what Jesse wanted, was there anything that he wanted to do, and Jesse honestly didn't know what to do with that. He wasn't sure that he had ever been asked that question in his life, and if he had, it hadn't been serious. No one that he had ever been with had cared what he wanted, or even if he wanted anything, and it was sort of shocking to believe that this man might actually be offering that...and another thing entirely to know that he was, that Thomas meant it. He wouldn't say it if he didn't, and Jesse was certain of that.

"What...what do I want?" he asked, gulping. God, that was probably another one of those run of the mill questions, and here he was, tripping over his words, because no one had ever asked him that before. He wanted sex, but for tonight, that was off the table. He wanted blow jobs, but since Thomas had refused, he should too, right? Aside from that, he'd never really given much thought to what he wanted, because it would just make him long for things that would never happen. It had never been about him, not once. He didn't have an answer, because he was still floored by the question, so instead, he leaned up, capturing Thomas' lips in a heated kiss, trying to convey how much that question, the fact that Thomas had even asked it, meant to him, without actually saying it out loud and scaring the guy off.

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Jul 6 2014, 02:17 AM #26

“I like the symbolism of it. Especially after I lost my hearing” The way the Sistine Chapel depicted the creation of man had always resonated with Thomas but particularly now. There was no need for language when God created Adam, it was just a touch of the hands, hell even just a little brush of the fingertips and Adam was whole. Knowledge was imparted onto him and there wasn’t any talking involved in it. “You know how God had to give life into Adam that way, because man can’t hear the true voice of God and all”

Even if he didn’t use ASL all that much anymore, preferring to rely on lipreading to get by, Thomas could remember how much of a godsend it had been to him when he’d first lost his hearing. It had been frustrating sure, having to relearn to ‘speak’ in a way all over again, like he was a child but that there was a language that didn’t require him to use his hearing to understand it had been such a blessing for him in his darkest times.

Running his thumb along the edge of the devilish smirk Jesse wore, Thomas shook his head with a put upon sigh. “Beastie” He teased the younger man, shaking his head again. Figures someone who looked as innocent as Jesse did would have such a devious side hiding underneath. He wanted to ask the younger man what other secrets he was hiding from Thomas but somehow, there was something, a feeling low in his stomach perhaps, that told him the question would not be so well received so Thomas kept quiet, deciding to save the question for another day.

The fact that what should be such a simple question seemed to absolutely confuse Jesse only solidified Thomas’ theory but before he could do much with that information, Jesse was kissing him again and Thomas reached up to pull the younger man close, his hand curving around his back to hold him in place. He would have kept kissing Jesse for a while had oxygen not become an issue and finally Thomas had to pull back slightly, unashamed that his breath was coming out in pants.

“Well kissing’s a good place to start as any. But if there’s something more you want, you can tell me. Just because we’re not having sex, doesn’t mean everything is off the table tonight” And just because he had turned down receiving a blowjob, it didn’t mean Thomas was opposed to any below the belt activity tonight either. He just didn’t want to let things get away from them and end up doing something they’d both regret once Jesse had a chance to sober up some.
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Jul 6 2014, 04:22 AM #27

At first, Jesse didn't understand what Thomas meant when he said he liked the symbolism of it, especially after the loss of his hearing. Jesse didn't know what the tattoo was. He'd never seen a picture of the Sistine Chapel, or the artwork that lived there. He'd never been anywhere near that sort of thing. His first real introduction to art had been through Thomas, and right now, that honestly hadn't been that much, at least not yet. He hadn't gone to school, not really, and he'd never been to a museum, save for the gallery open of Thomas' that he had gone to. He'd never seen a Monet, even in a picture, he'd never thought about Starry Starry Night, or anything like that. Yes, he knew about the Mona Lisa, and could pick it out of a line up, but if he was being honest, that was about it was far as art went, unless you counted Calvin and Hobbes...and he was pretty sure that Jesse would turn him away for good if he said that out loud. He felt out classed by this artistic man, and yet somehow, comfortable with him at the same time. It was unique, and strange, and he loved it.

He tried to process Thomas' explanation, about how the image was of God giving life to Adam, and well, he hadn't known that. He hadn't had any frame of reference for what the image was, just that it was beautiful, and even with Thomas' explanation, he didn't fully get it. He had never read the bible, never been inside of a church, he just wasn't that kind of person, and he didn't know if that was going to cause a rift between the two of them or not. He didn't believe in god, how could he belie in a god that would put him through everything that he had been to? He had never believed in anything except for taking care of himself, and getting from one day to the next. He had no faith, no spirituality, and definitely no religion, and the story of which Thomas spoke? He didn't get that either. "I've never read the bible," he admitted. Was it important that Thomas know the rest? He didn't think that this was time for that sort of conversation. "I just think it's beautiful art." He smiled at hi,m though the smile was a bit sad - he felt like he was missing a part of it, something that he would never understand, but then again, he couldn't understand everything, no one could. The fact that he didn't know the story behind it, didn't know the impact, didn't make the tattoo any less beautiful to Jesse. It was still a work of art, religious or not, fully understood or not, and it looked fucking amazing on Thomas' skin. He was a gorgeous man, and the artwork on his side? It suited him well, even if some of the deeper meanings of it were lost on the younger man.

His mood lightened a bit, however, and he snorted when Thomas called him a beastie. "That's a new one," he quipped with a smile, enjoying very much the soft way that Thomas ran his thumb over Jesse's features. It was a little touch, a gentle touch, and one that was so damn foreign to Jesse. Sure, not everyone that he had ever been with was rough, but no one had ever been as gentle with him as Thomas, because for someone to come to a rent boy as he had been, they had had to have some desperation to them, but with Jesse, there was no desperation. It wasn't about rushing to get off - in fact, Jesse had been more to jump the gun than Thomas had been. Thomas was calm, and he was patient, and Jesse had been the one pushing and pushing, but here Thomas was, gently touching him, making him feel like he mattered ,calling him Beastie, and god, it was cute. Cute in a way that should have made Jesse sick to his stomach, but instead, it made him smile, it made him feel good, because being called Beastie by this man was so kind, so loving. It discounted, in a lot of ways, the names he was usually called when hooking up with people - whore, slut, fag, awful names, thrown at him with malice and rage that he hadn't deserved, but he'd pushed through it, ignored it, because that was his life it was his job to tolerate that, but this? This was for him, directed at him, and it was sweet, gentle, and nice. Maybe that was foreign to Jesse, but he liked it. A lot. Respect was something no one had ever shown him before, and it was pleasant to say the least.

And then they were kissing again, and Thomas was touching him, holding him close, and god, he wanted those hands all over him. He'd seen the art that those hands could create, this man was fucking magic, and he was touching Jesse, kissing him, being gentle with him, kind, and god, why the fuck did he have to be such a gentleman? Jesse wanted to rip his clothes off, and he knew that Thomas wouldn't let him, because he was a good guy. Deep down, Jesse appreciated that, but god, it was also very, very frustrating for him in the pants area, if he was being honest. "You," he whispered when they finally pulled away. "Are an amazing kisser." It was true, after all, and why should he deny it? He'd never put as much into kissing anyone as he did with Thomas now, because the people he'd been with before, they weren't there to be kissed, and it was sort of awesome, just making out with someone.

Thomas pressed, making Jesse see that what he wanted really did matter, and he took a few deep breaths, regaining some of his own faculties as he thought about it. Sure, his body wanted sex, because that was the natural reaction to what he was feeling, but he'd never had this before, and in his mind, his heart, it was actually sort of nice. "You know I've never done this before," he admitted. "Just sat on a couch, making out with someone." It had always been so all or nothing with him, and he'd never had those teenage moments where he just made out with someone for hours. "It's actually sort of nice. I know I pushed, and I...I just...that's what I know, but this?" he gestured to his own lips, then reached out, gently racing over Thomas'. "That's what I want." He smiled before leaning in, kissing Thomas again, gently, slower this time, really letting himself enjoy it, get into it. After all, what was the rush?

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Jul 8 2014, 02:40 AM #28

“I’d call you a blasphemer but I’ll admit, I had a bit of a rude wakeup call myself when I first got to the States and realized not everyone is as fanatical about religion as the Irish are” Not that that stopped anyone in Ireland from sinning, they were just much more honest about it. Sin your blackened little soul out from Monday to Saturday and then on Sunday, confess it all to start all over again with a clean slate the following week. Although, at least without some of the religious fanaticism here, there was less likely a chance of people going to war over religion like they had back home. The bulk of the Troubles had taken place before he was born but Thomas had heard enough stories from his parents about them and he knew all too well himself what a loaded question asking someone what religion they practiced could be, even now.

“You don’t necessarily have to know the story to find something beautiful though. Sometimes I find it just enhances the experience of the art, other times it doesn’t change much of anything at all”

Thomas wasn’t sure where he’d gotten beastie from, other than perhaps his paternal grandfather who’d always called he and David ‘wee beasties’ when they were small, a connotation and a memory he didn’t exactly want to bring into a moment like this, but he felt like it suited the younger man all the same. Especially when such big brown eyes hid such sinful thoughts as Jesse had been sharing with him. There was no denying it, the younger man was a beastie, plain and simple.

Shifting slightly, Thomas slotted one of his legs in between Jesse’s, pressing his thigh up slightly into the younger man and doing his best to hold back what could only be described as a shit-eating grin when Jesse complimented his kissing skills. “You’re not too bad yourself” He teased, letting his hands drop back to Jesse’s thighs, thumbs rubbing absent-minded patterns over the worn denim. “D’you still think you’re doing all the work now though?”

No there was no denying this was a mutually shared thing now. Thomas was brought up short though by Jesse’s admission that he hadn’t ever just made out with someone, though he didn’t move to untangle their legs, his hands on Jesse’s hips keeping the other man in place on his lap. Wasn’t it supposed to be some right of teenage passage, trading kisses and the occasional grope on the couch before your parents got home? Unless Jesse had come from one of those weirdly fundamental religious homes. Or his parents were like Norman Bates’ mother or something and never let him have any privacy. “Well everyone’s got a first time for something I suppose. And we don’t even have to worry about anyone walking in on us”

He’d never been allowed to take girls in his room and his parents had caught him more than once on the couch in their living room, although usually they’d been pretty understanding about the whole thing. As he kissed Jesse back though, gently coaxing him to open his mouth a little, Thomas realized he could not be more glad that he didn’t have to worry about interruptions anymore. Nope, it was just him, Jesse, the couch, some kissing and maybe even a little more, depending on how they wanted to take things tonight.
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Jul 8 2014, 03:17 AM #29

Jesse was glad that Thomas didn't go all out on the religious comments. Jesse didn't believe in god, plain and simple, and he wasn't likely to start anytime soon, or ever, and he didn't want that to get in the way of the night that they were having together. Religion could mess anything up, he had found, and he didn't want it to mess this up. A lot of people might have assumed that Jesse had lost his religion, but no, he had simply never had it, and where would he have gotten it from? Until recently, he had not been around a single righteous person in his life, or at least not that he knew of, and he'd been around so much sin and debauchery that he couldn't really imagine anything else but that world. Evergreen was a startling truth for him, and he was still acclimating to the differences.

Religion felt hypocritical to him, and he had an angle on it that not many did - he'd had priests. People who had sworn themselves to the faith, the celibacy, were going behind the back of everyone who trusted him, and paying boys so that they could fuck them. It wasn't good, wasn't right, and the way that Jesse saw it, if those men really believed that they would be condemned to hell for it, they wouldn't be doing it, and if the clergy didn't actually believe in god, then why should Jesse? Sure, he hadn't spent that much time thinking about other religions, but that had been the dominating force in his life, and he was sure that none of the others were any better in the long run - they all just had agendas, right? No one had any proof, and what sort of life was that, anyways? He kept his mouth shut, though, and said nothing. "Well either way," he smiled, because his stance on religion? that didn't change the fact that Thomas' tattoos were beautiful. 'I think they're gorgeous."

I think you're gorgeous.

Jesse groaned when Thomas moved his leg up, because god, this man was such a fucking tease. Then again, maybe they both were. They both knew that sex wasn't going to happen tonight, and they were still going at each other like horny teenagers in denial. It was like a game of who could make who the most sexually frustrated, and Jesse had no idea who was winning right now, but he felt like there was a good chance that it was Thomas, because damn if he didn't have Jesse all up in arms and confused over something that was supposed to be just simple making out. This wasn't a big fucking deal, and yet here he was, trying his best not to let it overtake him. God, this was fun. "No," he gave in, smirking when Thomas asked if he still felt he was doing all the work. "I guess I have to give you some credit now." He winked at him, smile still in place on his face.

He didn't really understand how he had gone from upset because of a bad date to ravaging another man on a couch, but he was happy with it. The kisses were long, deep, wanting, and there was a want for more coming from both men - more that would definitely come, just not that night. He was going to do the best that he could not to let it all take him over, not to get overwhelmed, but it was hard. Thomas knew what he was doing, his hands, his tongue, all of it was driving him damn crazy, and Jesse was glad that he didn't ask why Jesse had never had that a part of his life. He had gone right from innocence to fucking, there had been hardly any middle ground at all, and he had never really gone back...until tonight, and it felt really fucking good...and really fucking annoying all at once.

"God," Jesse panted, pulling back, looking Thomas right in the eyes. It was late, and he was tired, but the last thing that he wanted was to stop kissing this man, to detach from him, stop touching him. "You're driving me up the fucking wall." He didn't give Thomas time to reply to that, just dove back in, eyes closed, kissing him long, deep, and hard, putting everything that he had into that kiss, wondering if he should give in and go for a little more, even if it wasn't full on sex, or if he should try to be good and keep it at just this tonight, take care of himself in the bathroom with the image of Thomas fresh in his mind.

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Jul 10 2014, 02:26 AM #30

Religion was not an easy subject to discuss, Thomas knew that for a fact, so when Jesse tried to shift the conversation away from it and onto more simpler subjects, he let anything more that could be said about the religious connotations of his tattoos fall by the wayside. It was a story more than anything, a bit of meaning for why he had that particular bit of art tattooed on his body, especially since Thomas had found people expected a story when they saw his tattoos; it was rare that anyone get such a permanent thing put into their skin, simply because they felt like it and not because it had some deeper meaning to them personally.

Putting thoughts of religion aside, Thomas planted his foot a little more firmly into the soft cushions of the couch, so his thigh stayed pressed between Jesse’s legs, hoping to draw out another one of those moans he had felt practically vibrate through the other man when he had first moved his leg. Just because they weren’t going to be having sex tonight didn’t mean no one was going to get to come and Thomas briefly wondered if he could get Jesse to come, just like this, no extra touching required.

It would be something of an ego boost certainly but at the same time, he wasn’t going to leave Jesse to take matters into his own hands, so flattening one of his hands across Jesse’s back, the better to feel moans and any other noises he might be able to pull from the younger man, Thomas moved his free hand up Jesse’s side, little caresses here and there, before dragging his thumb across one nipple, feeling the more sensitive skin harden under his touch as he did so.

Breathing was becoming rather difficult, though Thomas couldn’t find it in himself to stop kissing Jesse, despite the present lack of oxygen. The other man was responsive to his touches in ways he’d never experienced before and it was enough to give him a bit of a headtrip, all the blood rushing from his head to… well, to other areas that had a more pressing need than his ability to think at the moment. “You’re pretty fantastic yourself” He finally managed, as Jesse pulled back, probably sounding more winded than he should for someone who was in as good shape as he was.

Rocking his thigh upwards with a little more pressure now, Thomas switched his attention from kissing Jesse’s lips, back down to his neck and collarbone, hoping to leave more marks now that there was so much more skin on display above him. There was still a part of his brain that nagged at him, saying that even letting things go this far wasn’t right, not when Jesse had been drinking but Thomas also hadn’t once heard ‘no’ or any other signs of hesitation out of the younger man so far, hell Jesse had sounded only disappointed when he’d said they wouldn’t have sex tonight so he wasn’t entirely doomed yet right? His thumb traced the line of Jesse’s jaw and then Thomas pulled the younger man down for another deep kiss, determined to do his best to drive the dissenting voices out of his head and replace them with the white noise that the feeling of pure bodily pleasure always seemed to bring on.
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