[Original] Time To Be Jolly.
Title: Time To Be Jolly.
Fandom: Er… AU of the Bible?
Warnings: Slash. Alcohol. Underage!Sex. Those extremely Catholic/Christian might not want to read it… or, you know. Read it as Original Characters with an Unlucky Name Coincidence.
Characters/couples: Jude/Jess, Magdalene.
Summary: “I hear the kid had a falling out with his daddy.” Magda said, smirking. “You don’t say.” Jude smiled, saccharine sweet.
Rating: NC17
Notes: This is kind of Bible!Slash... only not because, you know, different names and all. There might be more. They’ll probably have to wait until I’m feeling REALLY blasphemous or pissed off, but, yes.
Time To Be Jolly.
The kid looked completely out of place there, black clothes clinging to his lanky form, eyes surrounded by kohl. The black around them just made the blue seem so much brighter and so clean. He looked too proper to be in The Den, trying too much, too hard to fit in.
Jude pushed the whore-boy that had been rubbing himself against his leg off his lap and took another drag of his cigarette, watching as the kid took a deep breath and walked inside, catching the attention of several bystanders, getting names and whistles, leaving it dangling over his fingers.
When Magdalene walked besides him after her dance, glitter sparkling over her nude stomach where the silken bit of nothing she wore over her breasts didn’t cover, he caught her arm and pulled her to his lap, nuzzling and licking against her neck.
“Magda, sweetheart, tell me… is that who I think it is?”
“Mmm? Him?” Magdalene crossed her legs, rubbing her ass against his crotch slowly before she leaned forward, catching the cigarette with her ruby red lips and taking a drag, blowing smoke slowly. Her eyes focused over where the kid was sitting over the bar. The bartender had poured him an Orgasm, and the poor boy was probably trying to wonder how to drink it and not die while trying.
“Yes, him.” Jude gave her waist a pinch before he worked his hand upwards, cupping one of her breasts, thumbing her nipple. Magdalene gave a grateful moan before she nodded.
“Yup. Jeshua Christenson. In the flesh.” She put the cigarette against his lips and he took a drag too, giving a teasing lick to her fingers after she moved it away. “I hear the kid had a falling out with his daddy.” Magdalene said, smirking.
“You don’t say.” Jude smiled, saccharine sweet while he eyed the boy again. He wasn’t being approached just yet; he had probably been recognized. That probably was the one thing that was protecting the boy from a gang bang at the very least. He really had to wonder, what had The Dog thought, really, not teaching his son even the tiniest bit of survival instinct.
But, hey, he wasn’t going to complain for Christmas coming early. ‘twas the season to be jolly.
“Not sure about what, but it was big.” Magdalene said again, trailing her fingers over his chest, playing with his ponytail. “Apparently, he’s staying with his uncle Peter.”
“It was big.” He wondered if Peter had already whacked himself silly after all that expense of teenager flesh so close to him, without him being able to do nothing. The mere thought of that made him shiver and harden even more, giving a slight hiss when Magdalene felt it and rubbed a bit more insistently. “Does Damian know about him?”
“Probably,” Magdalene conceded. “You know how obsessed he gets with that family… but he hasn’t done anything yet.”
“So it’s a free playground?” His night was getting better and better.
“Oooh, does Jude want to play with the baby?” The woman cooed, her eyes dark and wild. Jude pulled her down for a kiss, tasting the sweet smoke of the cigarette, pulling on her full bottom lip for a moment before he grinned.
“You know what they say. The best kind of meat and all.” Magdalene laughed, standing up, the tiny bit of silk she had tied around her hips giving the most tantalizing hint of ass, enough that Jude reached and caressed the curve of it, grinning at her. “You want to join?” Jude asked. Magdalene purred, but pouted too.
“I still have to work, darling. But…” she winked, taking his empty bottle of beer and walking towards the far side of the bar. “Some other time… and I’m expecting the details.”
Jude laughed before he too stood up, throwing the cigarette to the floor and stepping on it before he walked towards the kid. Getting virgins inside The Den wasn’t something that happened everyday after all; it probably was more than enough for people to forget any kind of manners, like the fact that he was there.
He was just in time, too: one of Damian’s bodyguards, Balthazar, was already getting close, but Jude was quicker. He put a hand on the small of Jeshua’ back where his shirt had ridden up and leaned close under the pretense of smiling. The kid was, if possible, even prettier up close, all slick hair to his shoulders and still that wide-eyed look that made his cock tighten a bit more.
“Good night,” Jude said, smiling. “I’ve never seen you around here. Are you new?”
The boy, after a moment, nodded. “I’m Jes... Jess.”
Playing pretend? Judas could do that too. He kept his smile, bowed his head and let his hand curl around the boy’s waist, to where his jeans were running ridiculously low over his hips. “Pleased to meet you, Jess. I’m Jude. Can I buy you a drink?”
He rarely used this charade, the one of the gentleman. It wasn’t worthy, really, and he didn’t need it. The people he fucked were either the kind of friends for whom shagging was saying hi or people who wanted a part of his stash. It was much easier like that, but this was also sweeter, watching how the boy practically got on his lap after a few drinks and careful questions showing interest. The kid probably had no idea he knew who he was. Or who Jude really was.
“Say, Jess…” Jude finally asked. He had Jeshua between his legs, and the boy hadn’t said anything about how he had his hand inside the back pocket of his jeans, neither when he had gently tugged the small cross-like earring. His eyes were dilated and the boy was a little too giggly now, a little tipsy. Just perfect. “I hope you don’t mind… but you’re a very handsome young man.”
Flattery opened all the doors, of course, and Jude thought that it was probably the fact that he called him man the thing that helped him the most. Anyway, Jeshua flushed, a smug little smile that made him really gorgeous.
“Thank you.” Jeshua said, twining arms around his neck. “You’re very handsome, too.”
Jude leaned his head forward, just a bit, enough to appear flattered. “Say… would you let me show you something? Something that you’re going to like?”
The teen looked at him for a moment, eyes trying to focus, before he nodded.
They were kissing before they had even reached the back of the bar, him pushing Jess against walls, hands over the kid’s ass and hearing Jeshua groan as he pushed his leg between his, grinding against his crotch; the boy was a little terrible at kissing, a little too teeth and he didn’t quite know what to do with his tongue but Jude was more than happy to take his time with that, wishing for someone to take a good picture. If someone did, he already had his next Christmas Card. Him making out with the Golden Boy at the Den; Christmas and several of his birthdays come together.
Once outside, he pushed the teen against the fence again, kneeling down and grinning. Jess’ blue eyes were wide and sort of wild, looking at him as if he couldn’t believe it, and that’s enough for him to get close, mouth the shape of the teen’s cock through his jeans before he pops the button open.
“Oh. Oh. You’re going to…”
The kid didn’t finish his question and Jude just grinned, pulling the boy’s jeans down enough for him to blow a bit of warm breath over his erection, taking notice of how those eyes closed, mouth hanging open before he licked at the side of it, cradling his balls, his free hand searching through the pockets of his jacket for the condoms and lube he always has on hand…
“Ah!” Jeshua gave a small whine, licking his lips. He could see the way his legs were shaking, and when he licked his cock again, he tasted the precome. “Jude! Please…!”
“What was that, Jess?” He asked, blowing a bit of warm breath over the swollen head. Jess flushed, licking his lips again, but his eyes were startlingly clear when they focused on him.
“S-suck me… please…”
Jude answer was to take the cock in his mouth, getting inch-after-inch as slowly as he could, twirling the tongue around the head before he pressed it to the underside, keeping his hand pressed against the kid’s hip before he started thrusting, not stopping until his nose was against the boy’s pubes; when he looked up, Jess’ face was as if frozen, eyes closed and mouth open, barely breathing.
Jude moved his hand off the hold over Jeshua's hip as he withdrew a moment, focusing his tongue on the head as he squirted a bit of the lube over his fingers, rubbing it and letting it warm. For a virgin like Jess (and there was no fucking way in hell the boy wasn’t a virgin, mind you) he knew it wouldn’t take long, so he didn’t have much time. Carefully, making sure the boy was still distracted by the blow job, he moved his hand over the crack of Jesus’ ass and rubbed a lubed finger over his whole, just pressing a bit.
“Fuck…” The kid moaned, hands over his hair and Jude smiled and gave a moan (Jeshua almost wailed, thrusting inside his mouth), taking a bit more of the kid’s cock again, pushing his finger against his hole a bit more until he got in, finger searching for that spot that would... “FUCK!”
Jude just swallowed, moving a bit away so Jess’ come wouldn’t dribble, pressing his hand with a bit more of strength so the boy’s knees wouldn’t give out, but then he finally had to take his finger out his ass and help the boy kneel, turning him around, face against the fence as he got his breath back in and watching him kneeling like that, spent, and with his ass so near made Jude realize he was so hard it hurt.
“Just like that, darling, just breath.” He told the boy, petting his hair before he moved to open his own jeans, getting them down a little and slipping the condom over his own cock, squirting a bit more of lube over it before he put some more on his fingers, pressing two of them against Jess’s hole, stretching him, because no matter how hard he was, the boy wasn’t a whore and he wasn’t about to get either of Damien or the Boss angry because he had fucked the kid raw. He wasn’t stupid.
“Aah… Jude…” the boy made a startled gasp, blinking and Jude leaned close to lick the sweat over his neck and over his jaw, tongue tracing the shell of his ear.
“It’s okay, Jess. You want to make me feel good too, right? Did you like that, darling? Me sucking you off?”
The boy shuddered as if remembering, and then gave a low keening sound when he got another finger working his ass, trying to open his legs more. Yes, definitely, next time he fucked him, Jude was going to do so in a bed. He could bet that Jess would look so pretty like that.
“Ah, yes… i-it felt… ah, fuck, Jude…”
“Mmm, you sound so good, darling.” Jude moaned, taking his fingers out of the teen’s hole and lining himself up, keeping a hand over Jess’ hip and brushing a kiss behind his ear. “Now, take a deep breath. It’s going to feel really good, I promise.”
He waited until Jess gave a short little nod before he started pressing in, and fuck, he hadn’t had a virgin for a long while; inside Jesus was so tight, so hot that Jude gasped once he was completely inside and he had to pause a moment just to take a deep breath, feeling the way Jess was trembling, making small, needy gasping sounds, the fence rattling as Jeshua tried to keep his hold on it.
“You… you’re… ah… you’re a-all the way…”
Jude smiled and rolled his hips just a little. Jeshua gasped again, fingers tightening over the fence. “And it feels so good inside you, too.” He leaned against Jeshua shoulder, tugging on his earring a little before he pulled out and thrust back in, hearing the boy make more of those gorgeous sounds. “So hot, Jess.”
The kid moaned again and Jude found himself fucking him slowly at first, slower than he would have with anybdoy else, giving the boy’s body time to adjust. He was the first alright, and even though there was the need to just fuck him and come already, feel that tingle all over him in something that was much better than drugs, he knew he couldn’t risk hurting the kid. And it got him high, too, hearing the way the boy moaned, back arched, lips open as he panted and tried to hold for dear life to the fence.
“Ah!” Jeshua moaned again, and Jude thrusts got faster, harsher. “I’m… ah! Jude, I’m… ah!”
“Just touch yourself,” Jude groaned, biting unto the unmarked flesh of the kid’s neck, wishing for a bed again to properly fuck the kid and picturing all the expanse of his white, flushed, sweaty skin over his bed is enough for him to thrust again, getting a strangled moan of his name from Jeshua. “C’mon, touch yourself, don’t be shy. You want to come again, right? Oh, you’re so good, Jess…”
Jesus seemed to nod but for a moment nothing happened; then, slowly, Jeshua unclenched a hand from the fence and got it between his legs and Jude shuddered for a moment. He would have to make the kid jerk himself off while he was watching, too.
It didn’t take much for Jeshua to have his second orgasm, tightening all around him and Jude groaned again, thrusting hard twice before he came too, trapping the boy between the fence and his own body.
After he pulled out, throwing the condom to the floor, Jeshua stayed where he was, legs still shaking and Jude took a little compassion on him and fixed him up before he lit another cigarette, breathing slowly, glancing towards the teen.
He did felt a bit bad about the idea of just leaving the boy there, post orgasmic and still drunk. Besides, if he left him with that ‘I’ve Just Been Fucked’ Expression, God knew that by the next day the kid would figure in the newspaper everywhere as dead. Or perhaps he’d appear a few months later in a brothel. If he was lucky.
And, if Damien had plans with him, the best would be to keep him somewhat safe. Or at least to make it sure that everyone knew that he hadn’t done anything too lasting on him.
“Say, what about I give you a lift to your place?” He said, tugging the boy close to him. Jess blinked slowly, eyes still a bit unfocused.
“Aah?”
That was enough answer, really. Jude smiled, moving an arm of the boy over his shoulders and starting walking to his car. “My place. You’re spending the night there.”
“Mmm?” Jeshua blinked then, trying to focus on him. “But, uncle Peter would be furio…oooh.” And then he grinned, giving a little nod that made Jude laugh, even if he wasn’t supposed to know who uncle Peter was. Just the idea of the fat fuck pissing his pants at the idea of the Golden Boy running alone without knowing where he was would’ve been more than enough for him, really, even without the possibilities of more sex.
“C’mon then.” Jude smiled, turning to kiss the boy’s cheek before he walked them to his car, whistling some carols just because he felt like it.
Fandom: Er… AU of the Bible?
Warnings: Slash. Alcohol. Underage!Sex. Those extremely Catholic/Christian might not want to read it… or, you know. Read it as Original Characters with an Unlucky Name Coincidence.
Characters/couples: Jude/Jess, Magdalene.
Summary: “I hear the kid had a falling out with his daddy.” Magda said, smirking. “You don’t say.” Jude smiled, saccharine sweet.
Rating: NC17
Notes: This is kind of Bible!Slash... only not because, you know, different names and all. There might be more. They’ll probably have to wait until I’m feeling REALLY blasphemous or pissed off, but, yes.
Time To Be Jolly.
The kid looked completely out of place there, black clothes clinging to his lanky form, eyes surrounded by kohl. The black around them just made the blue seem so much brighter and so clean. He looked too proper to be in The Den, trying too much, too hard to fit in.
Jude pushed the whore-boy that had been rubbing himself against his leg off his lap and took another drag of his cigarette, watching as the kid took a deep breath and walked inside, catching the attention of several bystanders, getting names and whistles, leaving it dangling over his fingers.
When Magdalene walked besides him after her dance, glitter sparkling over her nude stomach where the silken bit of nothing she wore over her breasts didn’t cover, he caught her arm and pulled her to his lap, nuzzling and licking against her neck.
“Magda, sweetheart, tell me… is that who I think it is?”
“Mmm? Him?” Magdalene crossed her legs, rubbing her ass against his crotch slowly before she leaned forward, catching the cigarette with her ruby red lips and taking a drag, blowing smoke slowly. Her eyes focused over where the kid was sitting over the bar. The bartender had poured him an Orgasm, and the poor boy was probably trying to wonder how to drink it and not die while trying.
“Yes, him.” Jude gave her waist a pinch before he worked his hand upwards, cupping one of her breasts, thumbing her nipple. Magdalene gave a grateful moan before she nodded.
“Yup. Jeshua Christenson. In the flesh.” She put the cigarette against his lips and he took a drag too, giving a teasing lick to her fingers after she moved it away. “I hear the kid had a falling out with his daddy.” Magdalene said, smirking.
“You don’t say.” Jude smiled, saccharine sweet while he eyed the boy again. He wasn’t being approached just yet; he had probably been recognized. That probably was the one thing that was protecting the boy from a gang bang at the very least. He really had to wonder, what had The Dog thought, really, not teaching his son even the tiniest bit of survival instinct.
But, hey, he wasn’t going to complain for Christmas coming early. ‘twas the season to be jolly.
“Not sure about what, but it was big.” Magdalene said again, trailing her fingers over his chest, playing with his ponytail. “Apparently, he’s staying with his uncle Peter.”
“It was big.” He wondered if Peter had already whacked himself silly after all that expense of teenager flesh so close to him, without him being able to do nothing. The mere thought of that made him shiver and harden even more, giving a slight hiss when Magdalene felt it and rubbed a bit more insistently. “Does Damian know about him?”
“Probably,” Magdalene conceded. “You know how obsessed he gets with that family… but he hasn’t done anything yet.”
“So it’s a free playground?” His night was getting better and better.
“Oooh, does Jude want to play with the baby?” The woman cooed, her eyes dark and wild. Jude pulled her down for a kiss, tasting the sweet smoke of the cigarette, pulling on her full bottom lip for a moment before he grinned.
“You know what they say. The best kind of meat and all.” Magdalene laughed, standing up, the tiny bit of silk she had tied around her hips giving the most tantalizing hint of ass, enough that Jude reached and caressed the curve of it, grinning at her. “You want to join?” Jude asked. Magdalene purred, but pouted too.
“I still have to work, darling. But…” she winked, taking his empty bottle of beer and walking towards the far side of the bar. “Some other time… and I’m expecting the details.”
Jude laughed before he too stood up, throwing the cigarette to the floor and stepping on it before he walked towards the kid. Getting virgins inside The Den wasn’t something that happened everyday after all; it probably was more than enough for people to forget any kind of manners, like the fact that he was there.
He was just in time, too: one of Damian’s bodyguards, Balthazar, was already getting close, but Jude was quicker. He put a hand on the small of Jeshua’ back where his shirt had ridden up and leaned close under the pretense of smiling. The kid was, if possible, even prettier up close, all slick hair to his shoulders and still that wide-eyed look that made his cock tighten a bit more.
“Good night,” Jude said, smiling. “I’ve never seen you around here. Are you new?”
The boy, after a moment, nodded. “I’m Jes... Jess.”
Playing pretend? Judas could do that too. He kept his smile, bowed his head and let his hand curl around the boy’s waist, to where his jeans were running ridiculously low over his hips. “Pleased to meet you, Jess. I’m Jude. Can I buy you a drink?”
He rarely used this charade, the one of the gentleman. It wasn’t worthy, really, and he didn’t need it. The people he fucked were either the kind of friends for whom shagging was saying hi or people who wanted a part of his stash. It was much easier like that, but this was also sweeter, watching how the boy practically got on his lap after a few drinks and careful questions showing interest. The kid probably had no idea he knew who he was. Or who Jude really was.
“Say, Jess…” Jude finally asked. He had Jeshua between his legs, and the boy hadn’t said anything about how he had his hand inside the back pocket of his jeans, neither when he had gently tugged the small cross-like earring. His eyes were dilated and the boy was a little too giggly now, a little tipsy. Just perfect. “I hope you don’t mind… but you’re a very handsome young man.”
Flattery opened all the doors, of course, and Jude thought that it was probably the fact that he called him man the thing that helped him the most. Anyway, Jeshua flushed, a smug little smile that made him really gorgeous.
“Thank you.” Jeshua said, twining arms around his neck. “You’re very handsome, too.”
Jude leaned his head forward, just a bit, enough to appear flattered. “Say… would you let me show you something? Something that you’re going to like?”
The teen looked at him for a moment, eyes trying to focus, before he nodded.
They were kissing before they had even reached the back of the bar, him pushing Jess against walls, hands over the kid’s ass and hearing Jeshua groan as he pushed his leg between his, grinding against his crotch; the boy was a little terrible at kissing, a little too teeth and he didn’t quite know what to do with his tongue but Jude was more than happy to take his time with that, wishing for someone to take a good picture. If someone did, he already had his next Christmas Card. Him making out with the Golden Boy at the Den; Christmas and several of his birthdays come together.
Once outside, he pushed the teen against the fence again, kneeling down and grinning. Jess’ blue eyes were wide and sort of wild, looking at him as if he couldn’t believe it, and that’s enough for him to get close, mouth the shape of the teen’s cock through his jeans before he pops the button open.
“Oh. Oh. You’re going to…”
The kid didn’t finish his question and Jude just grinned, pulling the boy’s jeans down enough for him to blow a bit of warm breath over his erection, taking notice of how those eyes closed, mouth hanging open before he licked at the side of it, cradling his balls, his free hand searching through the pockets of his jacket for the condoms and lube he always has on hand…
“Ah!” Jeshua gave a small whine, licking his lips. He could see the way his legs were shaking, and when he licked his cock again, he tasted the precome. “Jude! Please…!”
“What was that, Jess?” He asked, blowing a bit of warm breath over the swollen head. Jess flushed, licking his lips again, but his eyes were startlingly clear when they focused on him.
“S-suck me… please…”
Jude answer was to take the cock in his mouth, getting inch-after-inch as slowly as he could, twirling the tongue around the head before he pressed it to the underside, keeping his hand pressed against the kid’s hip before he started thrusting, not stopping until his nose was against the boy’s pubes; when he looked up, Jess’ face was as if frozen, eyes closed and mouth open, barely breathing.
Jude moved his hand off the hold over Jeshua's hip as he withdrew a moment, focusing his tongue on the head as he squirted a bit of the lube over his fingers, rubbing it and letting it warm. For a virgin like Jess (and there was no fucking way in hell the boy wasn’t a virgin, mind you) he knew it wouldn’t take long, so he didn’t have much time. Carefully, making sure the boy was still distracted by the blow job, he moved his hand over the crack of Jesus’ ass and rubbed a lubed finger over his whole, just pressing a bit.
“Fuck…” The kid moaned, hands over his hair and Jude smiled and gave a moan (Jeshua almost wailed, thrusting inside his mouth), taking a bit more of the kid’s cock again, pushing his finger against his hole a bit more until he got in, finger searching for that spot that would... “FUCK!”
Jude just swallowed, moving a bit away so Jess’ come wouldn’t dribble, pressing his hand with a bit more of strength so the boy’s knees wouldn’t give out, but then he finally had to take his finger out his ass and help the boy kneel, turning him around, face against the fence as he got his breath back in and watching him kneeling like that, spent, and with his ass so near made Jude realize he was so hard it hurt.
“Just like that, darling, just breath.” He told the boy, petting his hair before he moved to open his own jeans, getting them down a little and slipping the condom over his own cock, squirting a bit more of lube over it before he put some more on his fingers, pressing two of them against Jess’s hole, stretching him, because no matter how hard he was, the boy wasn’t a whore and he wasn’t about to get either of Damien or the Boss angry because he had fucked the kid raw. He wasn’t stupid.
“Aah… Jude…” the boy made a startled gasp, blinking and Jude leaned close to lick the sweat over his neck and over his jaw, tongue tracing the shell of his ear.
“It’s okay, Jess. You want to make me feel good too, right? Did you like that, darling? Me sucking you off?”
The boy shuddered as if remembering, and then gave a low keening sound when he got another finger working his ass, trying to open his legs more. Yes, definitely, next time he fucked him, Jude was going to do so in a bed. He could bet that Jess would look so pretty like that.
“Ah, yes… i-it felt… ah, fuck, Jude…”
“Mmm, you sound so good, darling.” Jude moaned, taking his fingers out of the teen’s hole and lining himself up, keeping a hand over Jess’ hip and brushing a kiss behind his ear. “Now, take a deep breath. It’s going to feel really good, I promise.”
He waited until Jess gave a short little nod before he started pressing in, and fuck, he hadn’t had a virgin for a long while; inside Jesus was so tight, so hot that Jude gasped once he was completely inside and he had to pause a moment just to take a deep breath, feeling the way Jess was trembling, making small, needy gasping sounds, the fence rattling as Jeshua tried to keep his hold on it.
“You… you’re… ah… you’re a-all the way…”
Jude smiled and rolled his hips just a little. Jeshua gasped again, fingers tightening over the fence. “And it feels so good inside you, too.” He leaned against Jeshua shoulder, tugging on his earring a little before he pulled out and thrust back in, hearing the boy make more of those gorgeous sounds. “So hot, Jess.”
The kid moaned again and Jude found himself fucking him slowly at first, slower than he would have with anybdoy else, giving the boy’s body time to adjust. He was the first alright, and even though there was the need to just fuck him and come already, feel that tingle all over him in something that was much better than drugs, he knew he couldn’t risk hurting the kid. And it got him high, too, hearing the way the boy moaned, back arched, lips open as he panted and tried to hold for dear life to the fence.
“Ah!” Jeshua moaned again, and Jude thrusts got faster, harsher. “I’m… ah! Jude, I’m… ah!”
“Just touch yourself,” Jude groaned, biting unto the unmarked flesh of the kid’s neck, wishing for a bed again to properly fuck the kid and picturing all the expanse of his white, flushed, sweaty skin over his bed is enough for him to thrust again, getting a strangled moan of his name from Jeshua. “C’mon, touch yourself, don’t be shy. You want to come again, right? Oh, you’re so good, Jess…”
Jesus seemed to nod but for a moment nothing happened; then, slowly, Jeshua unclenched a hand from the fence and got it between his legs and Jude shuddered for a moment. He would have to make the kid jerk himself off while he was watching, too.
It didn’t take much for Jeshua to have his second orgasm, tightening all around him and Jude groaned again, thrusting hard twice before he came too, trapping the boy between the fence and his own body.
After he pulled out, throwing the condom to the floor, Jeshua stayed where he was, legs still shaking and Jude took a little compassion on him and fixed him up before he lit another cigarette, breathing slowly, glancing towards the teen.
He did felt a bit bad about the idea of just leaving the boy there, post orgasmic and still drunk. Besides, if he left him with that ‘I’ve Just Been Fucked’ Expression, God knew that by the next day the kid would figure in the newspaper everywhere as dead. Or perhaps he’d appear a few months later in a brothel. If he was lucky.
And, if Damien had plans with him, the best would be to keep him somewhat safe. Or at least to make it sure that everyone knew that he hadn’t done anything too lasting on him.
“Say, what about I give you a lift to your place?” He said, tugging the boy close to him. Jess blinked slowly, eyes still a bit unfocused.
“Aah?”
That was enough answer, really. Jude smiled, moving an arm of the boy over his shoulders and starting walking to his car. “My place. You’re spending the night there.”
“Mmm?” Jeshua blinked then, trying to focus on him. “But, uncle Peter would be furio…oooh.” And then he grinned, giving a little nod that made Jude laugh, even if he wasn’t supposed to know who uncle Peter was. Just the idea of the fat fuck pissing his pants at the idea of the Golden Boy running alone without knowing where he was would’ve been more than enough for him, really, even without the possibilities of more sex.
“C’mon then.” Jude smiled, turning to kiss the boy’s cheek before he walked them to his car, whistling some carols just because he felt like it.