[Closed/Complete]
Characters: Jason and Patroclus
Date/Time: after dinner with Cheiron >>
Location: Patro's place
Rating: PG-13 to R
Warnings: nekkidness, Jason
Summary: Jason and Patro hook up
"Oh god, I need a cheeseburger!" said Patroclus, just after he had closed the door behind Cheiron. The evening had been very pleasant of course, full of reminiscing and Cheiron's own special brand of observations on the 21st century.
He picked up the phone and gestured towards Jason. "Burger? Or are you splitting too?" He sat on the edge of his couch and peeled off his socks. Ahhh.
~ ♥ ~
Jason laughed at the desperation in Patroclus's voice. "You forget, I grew up eating like this. I rarely had meat when I was little." Still, he had grown to love it. "Bacon cheeseburger, please." See? He could be polite.
He, too, peeled his socks off. Jason liked the feel of carpet under his toes. "Thanks for having us over," he said warmly. "I think Cheiron enjoyed it."
~ ♥ ~
Patroclus grinned warmly at Jason before holding a finger up (just a moment).
"Hi, hi," he said to the phone. "Yep, Fitzroy, that's it. Two bacon cheeseburgers, cheers." He hung up and flopped down onto the couch. "I think he did too. It's good to see the old man hasn't really changed that much, even if he's two-legged now."
~ ♥ ~
Stretching his legs out as he lay back, Jason said, "I don't think anything will ever change him all that much. He's lived too long raising hyperactive brats to have something minor like this affect him all that much." This, of course, was said with a smirk. Jason could make fun of himself easily.
"And I'm sure he's not afraid to punish us if he thinks it's necessary." That being said, Jason doubted he would ever disobey a direct order from the...man he considered his father.
~ ♥ ~
"Oh, I have no doubt on that front. I remember when I was still pretty small, he sent Achilles and me out into the woods, blindfolded. It took us four days to get back. Lesson learned, man." Patroclus grinned, though. "I can rest easy knowing that I was one of the least troublesome of his charges, to judge from some of his stories tonight."
Patroclus sat up then, casting a side-long look at Jason. "Fancy a drink?"
~ ♥ ~
"He did that to you too? I think it's one of his favorites." He had had it done to him twice before he learned his lesson. Hey, Jason was stubborn, what could he say? "And, really, it's not my fault that I was so wild. Cheiron indulged me." Which was kind of bull, but no one would call him on it.
"Of course," he answered, smiling at the other man. "I think some of my beers are left."
~ ♥ ~
"Hm, Cheiron's always been one of those chaps who has, how shall I put it? Nurtured his fosterling's natural talents. No matter how hyperactive. Not that I'm naming any names, Jason or anything."
Patroclus stood up and went into his kitchen, fishing a couple of beers out of the fridge. He came back and sprawled out on the couch next to Jason, handing him one of the cans. "Thanks for providing the beer. I reckon I'm definitely winning out of this. Good good, good company and free drink. How bad?"
~ ♥ ~
"No, you would never name any names, would you? I think he just learned to put up with it and how to make us do the work inspite of our natural inclinations to run headlong into trees or the nearest pointy object. But, I can't begin to fathom everything he thinks of so maybe you're right."
Jason took a swig of his beer before he answered, "Ah, but you paid for the food, so I still say it's even. And the food was delicious, even if it was all vegetarian."
~ ♥ ~
"I"m not sure anyone but Cheiron can fathom everything he thinks of."
Patroclus raised his can to propose a toast of sorts. "To Cheiron. The crazy man who made us what we are today. At least we know who to blame."
He closed his eyes then, resting his head back against the cushions. "Though this is a damned crazy place." He laughs softly then. "And that's most assuredly my professional opinion."
~ ♥ ~
"Or if he could fathom all he thinks of." Jason snickered as he raised his can.
"To Cheiron, always our teacher and stern taskmaster. Even if he hates toes."
He took a deep drink before he let his head fall back, though he kept his eyes open and on Patroclus. It wasn't a bad view. "I think having Cronus in charge may make it worse. That family definitely knows how to hold a grudge. Or 10."
~ ♥ ~
"Oh, that family," Patroclus said, rather agreeably as he took a long swallow of his own drink. "The thing about sanity is that it's all terribly relative. In comparison to Cronus, we are 100% normal."
He tilted his head to the side and looked at Jason, looking at him. With a lopsided grin, he asked, "What? Do I've something on my face?"
~ ♥ ~
"Which is slightly scary. I'm not insane, but I'm definitely not normal," Jason pointed out. He had led a crew of heros to go get a golden fleece, of course he wasn't normal. He took a sip before he tilted the can, using it to point at Patroclus. "Maybe we could get Cronus locked up so we wouldn't have to deal with him."
He grinned back. "No, just admiring the view."
~ ♥ ~
"Oh, I like your style," said Patroclus. "I'm totally qualified to write a certificate that requires him to be committed. It's beautiful. I'm sure he won't mind being locked up again. He strikes me as the institutionalised sort."
He raised his eyebrows and, if nothing else, he was rather grateful that Jason was someone capable of speaking so directly. "Well. New York is pretty impressive," he said, utterly tongue-in-cheek, even though neither of them were exactly looking out the window.
~ ♥ ~
"Cronus must miss all those small spaces he was kept in. He does hole himself up in his office, after all." A laugh escaped Jason. "It's worth a try, after all no one will believe him that he is an ancient god, ruler of all he surveys. And the more he insists, the more they keep him."
Jason was smirking, there was no way to hide that. "Well, more like some of the...things in New York are impressive."
~ ♥ ~
"It's the beauty of mental health," said Patroclus. "It's downfall too, to be fair. Who are we to say what's real and what's not?" He drank a bit more beer because, to be fair, he did not mean to get quite so philosophical. It was likely that it was as much the effect of Cheiron's company that evening as the beer he was currently finishing.
"Well, I have to say that, since Briseis' arrival, and Cheiron's, too, my social life has suddenly taken off." Patroclus laughed softly and if his gaze drifted down to Jason's mouth for just a moment, it might have just been coincidence. "I think I've spent too many nights holed up with books. This is a nice change." He touched his beer-can to Jason's in another, informal toast. "Cheers."
~ ♥ ~
"Mmm, I can imagine that there a few people in there who are like us. Only without this complex to protect them." Jason shuddered at the thought. He never really spoke of his crew or life outside of the complex, he had always been cautious but...without his crew here he didn't know what he would have done.
"Well, it's about time." Jason licked his lips uncnonsciously. "You need to come out more, enjoy the atmosphere." He laughed and clicked his beer can against Patroclus's. "Cheers."
~ ♥ ~
"I am pretty sure there are others like us." Patroclus snorted, somewhat amused. "For one thing, it would be entirely unfair if we were the only people cursed with such frivolous, malicious gods."
Patroclus shifted in his seat a little, turning towards Jason some more. "I've enjoyed the quiet," he said softly. "At least it was one way of getting over the fact that my impending death wasn't so impending after all. But you're right. It's time to experience some of the finer things New York has to offer."
~ ♥ ~
"Maybe the Egyptians," he suggested. "Or some Romans, since I heard some of their gods are ours as well." The thought of Egyptians running around yelling about Ra was kind of hilarious.
"Yes, it's time to celebrate what you have," Jason murmured. He leaned forward and softly kissed Patroclus. It was more of an inviting kiss, one that encouraged Patroclus to decide if he wanted more or not.
~ ♥ ~
Patroclus wasn't exactly surprised at the kiss but there was something faintly unexpected about it. He hadn't been lying; his life in New York had bordered on the boring, except for various events which were wearisome rather than exciting (until this last one, that had brought Briseis home to him).
He certainly wasn't about to resist the advances of a very attractive man and so, fumbling, he set his drink down on the coffee table and raised his hand to clasp the side of Jason's neck as he returned the kiss, softly but firmly.
~ ♥ ~
Jason laughed quietly and deepened the kiss, his own hands moving to touch Patroclus. One hand cupped Patroclus's cheek as the other wrapped around his hip, tugging him closer.
Kissing a man who was as stong as he was was intoxicating and Jason slid his hand under Patroclus's shirt so he could feel more. Jason always wanted more, no matter what it was that he was doing.
~ ♥ ~
There was something entirely new about this for Patroclus. He had spent so long being Achilles' and Achilles' alone that being in such an intimate situation with a different man? Well, it was fascinating and Patroclus was nothing if not curious.
It made a lot of sense for Patroclus to hook his leg over Jason's lap, hauling him closer as he continued to kiss him. It wasn't a battle, not yet, but Patroclus quite enjoyed the give and take of discovery. Breathless, he pulled away for a moment. "Hm," he murmured, as though he was about to say something but words flew out of his mind as he initiated another deep, hungry kiss.
~ ♥ ~
On the other hand, Jason never counted himself as belonging to anyone. Even before he decided to leave Medea, he had 'cheated' on her, sleeping with whomever caught his eye and not feeling guilty about it. Still, every time he was with someone new, it was always a treat. He put everything he had into this.
He laughed quietly before he allowed the kiss to take over once again. Pulling back a little, he asked quietly, "Enjoying yourself?" The pause was brief, Jason went right back to kissing him, barely waiting for an answer.
~ ♥ ~
Patroclus smiled into the kiss. "Yes," he murmured. It was a simple answer but the question had been direct. He drew back again. "Yeah. I like New York."
Laughing, he tugged at Jason's shirt. It was entirely in the way and Patroclus had a sudden sharp desire to see more of Jason, so to speak. He pulled back, which meant he wasn't kissing Jason (bad) but he tugged Jason's shirt off over his head (good). Patroclus could be very, very insistent when it came to getting what he wanted and now was no different.
"Oh, yes." His voice came out on a sigh as he lowered his mouth to Jason's collarbones.
~ ♥ ~
Jason allowed Patroclus to manhandle help him out of his shirt, a laugh escaping him as he bent his head back to allow him easy access. "I'm glad," he murmured. His hands slid under the other man's shirt, roaming over his back and stomach. Eventually, he gave in to his desire to see Patroclus without any clothes and pushed the other man back a bit so that he could pull his shirt off.
"Not fair, we both have to be naked for this to work well."
~ ♥ ~
Patroclus laughed again. It seemed he was laughing more this evening than he had in quite some time. "Naked? Such radical thinking!"
He was hardly in a position to argue, however, as his shirt was pulled off and he was entirely unselfconscious as he tugged Jason towards him, one arm wrapped around Jason's waist as the other hand idled up and down Jason's chest. He moved in for another kiss and then pulled back, breaking it off much too soon. "No, I see your point. This naked business does work."
With that, he began to tug at the waistband of Jason's trousers and, with suspiciously nimble fingers, he unbuckled his belt.
~ ♥ ~
"I know right? I'm nothing if not a radical thinker." He murmured quietly against Patroclus's lips as he accepted the next kiss. There may have been a tiny groan when Patroclus pulled away. Not fair. No shortening kisses!
Still, Jason wasn't complaining about getting more naked, so he arched his hips up, allowing Patroclus easier access. At the same time he reached down and undid the other man's pants, not bothering to push them down before he slipped his hand into Patroclus's pants.
~ ♥ ~
Well, then. Patroclus had no complaints with how this was progressing. He didn't care if it was ungainly or unpracticed, certainly not when he could tug Jason's trousers down and wrap his hand around him, grinning against Jason's mouth but passing no comment on Jason's lack of underwear. No complaints.
His moan was muffled against Jason's mouth but he urged him on, arching up into Jason's touch, the arc of his hips all the 'more more more' that could be needed.
~ ♥ ~
Hey, Jason was a slut. He wasn't going to deny that by wearing underwear of all things. A moan escaped him as he rocked against Patroclus's hand, thuroughly enjoying this. He stopped toying with the other man to push his pants down around his knees. "Up," he pulled back enough to get out.
He wanted Patroclus completely naked for this.
~ ♥ ~
"Mmm, full of demands," said Patroclus, jokingly though he complied. He couldn't help it if his needs and Jason's demands were much the same. He stood up and, not taking his eyes from Jason's, he pushed his jeans down, together with his underwear (yes, stop press: Patroclus had some shame).
Hands on hips, he looked down at Jason. "Better?"
~ ♥ ~
"Much." Jason's grin was completely predatory. He stood up and pulled his own pants down before he crowded up into Patroclus's space. The goal here was to get him pressed up against something-a wall, a table, anything really, where Jason could keep him pinned and at his mercy.
He kissed and nipped his way up Patroclus's neck to his lips, kissing him forcefully.
~ ♥ ~
Well, now. Patroclus hooked an arm around Jason's neck, pulled him closer and closer. His head was tilted to the side, to accommodate Jason's kisses, before he was quite happily kissed.
Patroclus, if he had coherent thought at all, might have wondered at how it was that he attracted, or was attracted to, such men; men who would have their own way so insistently. This was just what he needed, though, and if his knee insinuated its way between Jason's thighs, so be it. He could not be held accountable if he nudged it upwards, just so.
~ ♥ ~
Oh, Jason was not ashamed to press himself against Patroclus's leg. And as much as he enjoyed holding the other man at his mercy, he wanted more. Always more. He was a greedy, greedy man and unashamed of it.
"Bedroom, now," he demanded before he bent his head down to bite Patroclus's shoulder. After all, there needed to be at least one mark on the other man that Jason put there.
~ ♥ ~
With a grin, Patroclus disentangled himself from Jason. It was difficult, incredibly so. He wanted Jason's warmth, or heat; he wanted the hard lines of the other man's body pressed against his. Some of that lust must have been visible in his eyes, though his smile remained that easy, lopsided smile.
"Your wish is my command, then," he said and he lead the way into his bedroom, flicking on the light as he went in. The walls of the bedroom were lined with books upon books. It seemed somewhat obscene that a man could have amassed so many in such a short period of time but Patroclus did not even notice them as he sat on the edge of the bed, fixing Jason with another hungry gaze.
~ ♥ ~
Jason sauntered over to the bed and pushed Patroclus back with one hand on his shoulder. He pressed his lips to Patroclus's in a deep kiss as he crawled onto the bed to kneel over Patroclus. "Such an obedient lover," Jason teased as he closed the distance between the two of them.
Date/Time: after dinner with Cheiron >>
Location: Patro's place
Rating: PG-13 to R
Warnings: nekkidness, Jason
Summary: Jason and Patro hook up
"Oh god, I need a cheeseburger!" said Patroclus, just after he had closed the door behind Cheiron. The evening had been very pleasant of course, full of reminiscing and Cheiron's own special brand of observations on the 21st century.
He picked up the phone and gestured towards Jason. "Burger? Or are you splitting too?" He sat on the edge of his couch and peeled off his socks. Ahhh.
~ ♥ ~
Jason laughed at the desperation in Patroclus's voice. "You forget, I grew up eating like this. I rarely had meat when I was little." Still, he had grown to love it. "Bacon cheeseburger, please." See? He could be polite.
He, too, peeled his socks off. Jason liked the feel of carpet under his toes. "Thanks for having us over," he said warmly. "I think Cheiron enjoyed it."
~ ♥ ~
Patroclus grinned warmly at Jason before holding a finger up (just a moment).
"Hi, hi," he said to the phone. "Yep, Fitzroy, that's it. Two bacon cheeseburgers, cheers." He hung up and flopped down onto the couch. "I think he did too. It's good to see the old man hasn't really changed that much, even if he's two-legged now."
~ ♥ ~
Stretching his legs out as he lay back, Jason said, "I don't think anything will ever change him all that much. He's lived too long raising hyperactive brats to have something minor like this affect him all that much." This, of course, was said with a smirk. Jason could make fun of himself easily.
"And I'm sure he's not afraid to punish us if he thinks it's necessary." That being said, Jason doubted he would ever disobey a direct order from the...man he considered his father.
~ ♥ ~
"Oh, I have no doubt on that front. I remember when I was still pretty small, he sent Achilles and me out into the woods, blindfolded. It took us four days to get back. Lesson learned, man." Patroclus grinned, though. "I can rest easy knowing that I was one of the least troublesome of his charges, to judge from some of his stories tonight."
Patroclus sat up then, casting a side-long look at Jason. "Fancy a drink?"
~ ♥ ~
"He did that to you too? I think it's one of his favorites." He had had it done to him twice before he learned his lesson. Hey, Jason was stubborn, what could he say? "And, really, it's not my fault that I was so wild. Cheiron indulged me." Which was kind of bull, but no one would call him on it.
"Of course," he answered, smiling at the other man. "I think some of my beers are left."
~ ♥ ~
"Hm, Cheiron's always been one of those chaps who has, how shall I put it? Nurtured his fosterling's natural talents. No matter how hyperactive. Not that I'm naming any names, Jason or anything."
Patroclus stood up and went into his kitchen, fishing a couple of beers out of the fridge. He came back and sprawled out on the couch next to Jason, handing him one of the cans. "Thanks for providing the beer. I reckon I'm definitely winning out of this. Good good, good company and free drink. How bad?"
~ ♥ ~
"No, you would never name any names, would you? I think he just learned to put up with it and how to make us do the work inspite of our natural inclinations to run headlong into trees or the nearest pointy object. But, I can't begin to fathom everything he thinks of so maybe you're right."
Jason took a swig of his beer before he answered, "Ah, but you paid for the food, so I still say it's even. And the food was delicious, even if it was all vegetarian."
~ ♥ ~
"I"m not sure anyone but Cheiron can fathom everything he thinks of."
Patroclus raised his can to propose a toast of sorts. "To Cheiron. The crazy man who made us what we are today. At least we know who to blame."
He closed his eyes then, resting his head back against the cushions. "Though this is a damned crazy place." He laughs softly then. "And that's most assuredly my professional opinion."
~ ♥ ~
"Or if he could fathom all he thinks of." Jason snickered as he raised his can.
"To Cheiron, always our teacher and stern taskmaster. Even if he hates toes."
He took a deep drink before he let his head fall back, though he kept his eyes open and on Patroclus. It wasn't a bad view. "I think having Cronus in charge may make it worse. That family definitely knows how to hold a grudge. Or 10."
~ ♥ ~
"Oh, that family," Patroclus said, rather agreeably as he took a long swallow of his own drink. "The thing about sanity is that it's all terribly relative. In comparison to Cronus, we are 100% normal."
He tilted his head to the side and looked at Jason, looking at him. With a lopsided grin, he asked, "What? Do I've something on my face?"
~ ♥ ~
"Which is slightly scary. I'm not insane, but I'm definitely not normal," Jason pointed out. He had led a crew of heros to go get a golden fleece, of course he wasn't normal. He took a sip before he tilted the can, using it to point at Patroclus. "Maybe we could get Cronus locked up so we wouldn't have to deal with him."
He grinned back. "No, just admiring the view."
~ ♥ ~
"Oh, I like your style," said Patroclus. "I'm totally qualified to write a certificate that requires him to be committed. It's beautiful. I'm sure he won't mind being locked up again. He strikes me as the institutionalised sort."
He raised his eyebrows and, if nothing else, he was rather grateful that Jason was someone capable of speaking so directly. "Well. New York is pretty impressive," he said, utterly tongue-in-cheek, even though neither of them were exactly looking out the window.
~ ♥ ~
"Cronus must miss all those small spaces he was kept in. He does hole himself up in his office, after all." A laugh escaped Jason. "It's worth a try, after all no one will believe him that he is an ancient god, ruler of all he surveys. And the more he insists, the more they keep him."
Jason was smirking, there was no way to hide that. "Well, more like some of the...things in New York are impressive."
~ ♥ ~
"It's the beauty of mental health," said Patroclus. "It's downfall too, to be fair. Who are we to say what's real and what's not?" He drank a bit more beer because, to be fair, he did not mean to get quite so philosophical. It was likely that it was as much the effect of Cheiron's company that evening as the beer he was currently finishing.
"Well, I have to say that, since Briseis' arrival, and Cheiron's, too, my social life has suddenly taken off." Patroclus laughed softly and if his gaze drifted down to Jason's mouth for just a moment, it might have just been coincidence. "I think I've spent too many nights holed up with books. This is a nice change." He touched his beer-can to Jason's in another, informal toast. "Cheers."
~ ♥ ~
"Mmm, I can imagine that there a few people in there who are like us. Only without this complex to protect them." Jason shuddered at the thought. He never really spoke of his crew or life outside of the complex, he had always been cautious but...without his crew here he didn't know what he would have done.
"Well, it's about time." Jason licked his lips uncnonsciously. "You need to come out more, enjoy the atmosphere." He laughed and clicked his beer can against Patroclus's. "Cheers."
~ ♥ ~
"I am pretty sure there are others like us." Patroclus snorted, somewhat amused. "For one thing, it would be entirely unfair if we were the only people cursed with such frivolous, malicious gods."
Patroclus shifted in his seat a little, turning towards Jason some more. "I've enjoyed the quiet," he said softly. "At least it was one way of getting over the fact that my impending death wasn't so impending after all. But you're right. It's time to experience some of the finer things New York has to offer."
~ ♥ ~
"Maybe the Egyptians," he suggested. "Or some Romans, since I heard some of their gods are ours as well." The thought of Egyptians running around yelling about Ra was kind of hilarious.
"Yes, it's time to celebrate what you have," Jason murmured. He leaned forward and softly kissed Patroclus. It was more of an inviting kiss, one that encouraged Patroclus to decide if he wanted more or not.
~ ♥ ~
Patroclus wasn't exactly surprised at the kiss but there was something faintly unexpected about it. He hadn't been lying; his life in New York had bordered on the boring, except for various events which were wearisome rather than exciting (until this last one, that had brought Briseis home to him).
He certainly wasn't about to resist the advances of a very attractive man and so, fumbling, he set his drink down on the coffee table and raised his hand to clasp the side of Jason's neck as he returned the kiss, softly but firmly.
~ ♥ ~
Jason laughed quietly and deepened the kiss, his own hands moving to touch Patroclus. One hand cupped Patroclus's cheek as the other wrapped around his hip, tugging him closer.
Kissing a man who was as stong as he was was intoxicating and Jason slid his hand under Patroclus's shirt so he could feel more. Jason always wanted more, no matter what it was that he was doing.
~ ♥ ~
There was something entirely new about this for Patroclus. He had spent so long being Achilles' and Achilles' alone that being in such an intimate situation with a different man? Well, it was fascinating and Patroclus was nothing if not curious.
It made a lot of sense for Patroclus to hook his leg over Jason's lap, hauling him closer as he continued to kiss him. It wasn't a battle, not yet, but Patroclus quite enjoyed the give and take of discovery. Breathless, he pulled away for a moment. "Hm," he murmured, as though he was about to say something but words flew out of his mind as he initiated another deep, hungry kiss.
~ ♥ ~
On the other hand, Jason never counted himself as belonging to anyone. Even before he decided to leave Medea, he had 'cheated' on her, sleeping with whomever caught his eye and not feeling guilty about it. Still, every time he was with someone new, it was always a treat. He put everything he had into this.
He laughed quietly before he allowed the kiss to take over once again. Pulling back a little, he asked quietly, "Enjoying yourself?" The pause was brief, Jason went right back to kissing him, barely waiting for an answer.
~ ♥ ~
Patroclus smiled into the kiss. "Yes," he murmured. It was a simple answer but the question had been direct. He drew back again. "Yeah. I like New York."
Laughing, he tugged at Jason's shirt. It was entirely in the way and Patroclus had a sudden sharp desire to see more of Jason, so to speak. He pulled back, which meant he wasn't kissing Jason (bad) but he tugged Jason's shirt off over his head (good). Patroclus could be very, very insistent when it came to getting what he wanted and now was no different.
"Oh, yes." His voice came out on a sigh as he lowered his mouth to Jason's collarbones.
~ ♥ ~
Jason allowed Patroclus to manhandle help him out of his shirt, a laugh escaping him as he bent his head back to allow him easy access. "I'm glad," he murmured. His hands slid under the other man's shirt, roaming over his back and stomach. Eventually, he gave in to his desire to see Patroclus without any clothes and pushed the other man back a bit so that he could pull his shirt off.
"Not fair, we both have to be naked for this to work well."
~ ♥ ~
Patroclus laughed again. It seemed he was laughing more this evening than he had in quite some time. "Naked? Such radical thinking!"
He was hardly in a position to argue, however, as his shirt was pulled off and he was entirely unselfconscious as he tugged Jason towards him, one arm wrapped around Jason's waist as the other hand idled up and down Jason's chest. He moved in for another kiss and then pulled back, breaking it off much too soon. "No, I see your point. This naked business does work."
With that, he began to tug at the waistband of Jason's trousers and, with suspiciously nimble fingers, he unbuckled his belt.
~ ♥ ~
"I know right? I'm nothing if not a radical thinker." He murmured quietly against Patroclus's lips as he accepted the next kiss. There may have been a tiny groan when Patroclus pulled away. Not fair. No shortening kisses!
Still, Jason wasn't complaining about getting more naked, so he arched his hips up, allowing Patroclus easier access. At the same time he reached down and undid the other man's pants, not bothering to push them down before he slipped his hand into Patroclus's pants.
~ ♥ ~
Well, then. Patroclus had no complaints with how this was progressing. He didn't care if it was ungainly or unpracticed, certainly not when he could tug Jason's trousers down and wrap his hand around him, grinning against Jason's mouth but passing no comment on Jason's lack of underwear. No complaints.
His moan was muffled against Jason's mouth but he urged him on, arching up into Jason's touch, the arc of his hips all the 'more more more' that could be needed.
~ ♥ ~
Hey, Jason was a slut. He wasn't going to deny that by wearing underwear of all things. A moan escaped him as he rocked against Patroclus's hand, thuroughly enjoying this. He stopped toying with the other man to push his pants down around his knees. "Up," he pulled back enough to get out.
He wanted Patroclus completely naked for this.
~ ♥ ~
"Mmm, full of demands," said Patroclus, jokingly though he complied. He couldn't help it if his needs and Jason's demands were much the same. He stood up and, not taking his eyes from Jason's, he pushed his jeans down, together with his underwear (yes, stop press: Patroclus had some shame).
Hands on hips, he looked down at Jason. "Better?"
~ ♥ ~
"Much." Jason's grin was completely predatory. He stood up and pulled his own pants down before he crowded up into Patroclus's space. The goal here was to get him pressed up against something-a wall, a table, anything really, where Jason could keep him pinned and at his mercy.
He kissed and nipped his way up Patroclus's neck to his lips, kissing him forcefully.
~ ♥ ~
Well, now. Patroclus hooked an arm around Jason's neck, pulled him closer and closer. His head was tilted to the side, to accommodate Jason's kisses, before he was quite happily kissed.
Patroclus, if he had coherent thought at all, might have wondered at how it was that he attracted, or was attracted to, such men; men who would have their own way so insistently. This was just what he needed, though, and if his knee insinuated its way between Jason's thighs, so be it. He could not be held accountable if he nudged it upwards, just so.
~ ♥ ~
Oh, Jason was not ashamed to press himself against Patroclus's leg. And as much as he enjoyed holding the other man at his mercy, he wanted more. Always more. He was a greedy, greedy man and unashamed of it.
"Bedroom, now," he demanded before he bent his head down to bite Patroclus's shoulder. After all, there needed to be at least one mark on the other man that Jason put there.
~ ♥ ~
With a grin, Patroclus disentangled himself from Jason. It was difficult, incredibly so. He wanted Jason's warmth, or heat; he wanted the hard lines of the other man's body pressed against his. Some of that lust must have been visible in his eyes, though his smile remained that easy, lopsided smile.
"Your wish is my command, then," he said and he lead the way into his bedroom, flicking on the light as he went in. The walls of the bedroom were lined with books upon books. It seemed somewhat obscene that a man could have amassed so many in such a short period of time but Patroclus did not even notice them as he sat on the edge of the bed, fixing Jason with another hungry gaze.
~ ♥ ~
Jason sauntered over to the bed and pushed Patroclus back with one hand on his shoulder. He pressed his lips to Patroclus's in a deep kiss as he crawled onto the bed to kneel over Patroclus. "Such an obedient lover," Jason teased as he closed the distance between the two of them.