Established Relationship Jim/Lee for Lelody
Established Relationship Jim/Lee for Lelody
Rating: uh...Rish?
Warning: fairly hot and heavy making out, Lee's swearing. Jim's general sexiness. Absolutely no canon characters at all.
A/N: Dear God, I cannot believe I wrote this.
Halfway through the next song, Aaron was surprised to see a pair of pale, wiry arms lock around Jim’s waist and pull him backwards against the chest of another teenager.
“You trying to make me fucking jealous again, Jim?” growled the guy- he had dark, fluffy hair and a heavy scowl, and Jim, rather than pulling away with the same pout he’d been giving Aaron all night, grinned with delight.
“Lee, sweetheart, you’re back!” he leaned back against Lee, smiling widely, and kissed his cheek.
“Yeah, well, I just fucking nipped out for a smoke. Who’s this cocksucker?” Lee asked, arms tightening around Jim as he glared at Aaron.
“Just some guy I was dancing with.” Jim shrugged, and turned around to see Lee properly. “Sweet thing, that is not how I expect you to say hello.”
Lee rolled his eyes, shooting Aaron another glare, and pulled Jim close to kiss him. The blond moaned happily into the contact, plastering himself up against his boyfriend, and Lee’s hand stroked down the length of Jim’s back, drawing him closer.
“Hi.” Jim said, pulling back slightly, with a wicked grin.
“You’re such a fucking tease.” Lee said fondly, and Jim hooked his leg around Lee’s thigh, rolling his hips up.
“A tease, love, is someone who doesn’t intend on following through.” Jim said, looping his arms around Lee’s neck and arching into another kiss.
Lee groaned, one hand wandering down to slip between the cuts in Jim’s jeans to stroke along his thigh, and hitched him closer.
“What the fuck, Jim? You want to have sex on the dance floor?” he growled, nipping JIm’s ear, “Where everyone can see?”
Jim grinned, and rolled his hips again, and whined as Lee let his fingers dip in and out of the holes in his jeans, stroking aimless, too light patterns.
“You know I want to fuck you,” Lee said, as his other hand dipped under Jim’s shirt to scratch along the small of his back, “and you know you make me jealous when you dance with fuck faces like the ranga over there.”
Jim purred, beginning to suck a hickey at the base of Lee’s neck.
“So the only goddamn reason I can think of for you getting that fucking close, Jim,” Lee said, nipping at Jim’s jaw, “is that you want me so fucking out of my mind that I have sex with you right fucking here.”
“You’re so astute, love...ah!” Jim whined, as Lee’s wandering hands grabbed him by the ass and pulled him close again.
“You’re a goddamn menace, Jim.” Lee said, licking the sizeable hickey he’d given his boyfriend earlier in the evening.
Jim let out an airless moan and tried to climb higher on Lee’s thigh, grinding against him. Lee kissed him again, deeply, and pulled away.
“Jim. Jim, come on. You know I’ll give you whatever fucking thing you goddamn want, but we’re getting out of here, okay?”
Jim writhed against him sinuously, tangling his fingers in Lee’s hair.
“Fuckin’ hell. Jim, come on.” Lee didn’t try and push Jim off, but instead backed off the floor towards a darkened corner, muttering threats and swearing at the people he ran into, all while Jim continued to kiss and bite at his neck, his hips working in little circles against Lee’s leg, letting out little whines and wanting sounds.
“Lee...Lee, I want.” Jim said, as Lee pulled him down into a booth. He turned and straddled Lee, running his hands down the soft black tee shirt Lee had insisted was suitable club wear. Again, he ground down, gasping into Lee’s ear.
“Jim...” Lee shifted in his seat, his jeans uncomfortably tight, “Jim, babe, calm the fuck down, or you’re not getting anything.”
“But, Lee, I want you. I need you. Please.” Jim tossed his head, pouting, as Lee began to stroke soothingly along his biceps. Jim frowned unhappily and rolled his hips again, shimmying bonelessly as he began to press open mouthed kisses along Lee’s throat, “C’mon...Let’s do it.”
“I’m not fucking well gonna fuck you in the middle of a club, Jim.” Lee said, grips tightening on Jim’s hips to stop him bucking against him again.
“....Everyone watching. Everyone knowing all the noises I make are just. For. You...” Jim purred, and Lee shook his head stubbornly, dark hair bouncing.
“No.”
“Showing everyone how much I want you, just you. How much I belong to you.”
“No, Jim. I fucking said no.” Lee snapped, and framed Jim’s face with his hands, drawing him in for a possessive kiss that made Jim’s knees go liquid and his hands tighten on Lee’s biceps. “You’re mine. Which means all those little noises, all those fucking hot little moans and whimpers, and the way you arch when I do this-” Lee tugged at Jim’s hair, and his eyes practically rolled back in his head as he arched forward, “All that? That’s mine. Nobody else is allowed to fucking look at you. Nobody else is allowed to hear that, see that, and for fuck’s sake, no cunt is allowed to dance close enough to touch you like that.”
Jim let out a breathless moan, and Lee pulled him close again, whispering harshly in his ear.
“So I’m not going to fuck you. Not now. Maybe not even at all, tonight. You’re gonna sit pretty, the way you fucking always do, and we’re going to dance, and drink, and I may end up punching that fucker who tried to hit on you earlier. And then we’re gonna go home, and I’m going to spend the rest of the night reminding myself of all those nosies I can get you to make. Just. For. Me.”
“...Lee...” Jim said breathily, twisting in his grip, “I’m so turned on right now.”
Lee smirked, kissing him again, until Jim fell against him, hiding his face in Lee’s neck as he tried to slow his breathing down.
“Take a second, babe.” Lee said, stroking a soothing hand down Jim’s back, “Catch your fucking breath. Because we’re not leaving for a while, yet.”
Rating: uh...Rish?
Warning: fairly hot and heavy making out, Lee's swearing. Jim's general sexiness. Absolutely no canon characters at all.
A/N: Dear God, I cannot believe I wrote this.
Halfway through the next song, Aaron was surprised to see a pair of pale, wiry arms lock around Jim’s waist and pull him backwards against the chest of another teenager.
“You trying to make me fucking jealous again, Jim?” growled the guy- he had dark, fluffy hair and a heavy scowl, and Jim, rather than pulling away with the same pout he’d been giving Aaron all night, grinned with delight.
“Lee, sweetheart, you’re back!” he leaned back against Lee, smiling widely, and kissed his cheek.
“Yeah, well, I just fucking nipped out for a smoke. Who’s this cocksucker?” Lee asked, arms tightening around Jim as he glared at Aaron.
“Just some guy I was dancing with.” Jim shrugged, and turned around to see Lee properly. “Sweet thing, that is not how I expect you to say hello.”
Lee rolled his eyes, shooting Aaron another glare, and pulled Jim close to kiss him. The blond moaned happily into the contact, plastering himself up against his boyfriend, and Lee’s hand stroked down the length of Jim’s back, drawing him closer.
“Hi.” Jim said, pulling back slightly, with a wicked grin.
“You’re such a fucking tease.” Lee said fondly, and Jim hooked his leg around Lee’s thigh, rolling his hips up.
“A tease, love, is someone who doesn’t intend on following through.” Jim said, looping his arms around Lee’s neck and arching into another kiss.
Lee groaned, one hand wandering down to slip between the cuts in Jim’s jeans to stroke along his thigh, and hitched him closer.
“What the fuck, Jim? You want to have sex on the dance floor?” he growled, nipping JIm’s ear, “Where everyone can see?”
Jim grinned, and rolled his hips again, and whined as Lee let his fingers dip in and out of the holes in his jeans, stroking aimless, too light patterns.
“You know I want to fuck you,” Lee said, as his other hand dipped under Jim’s shirt to scratch along the small of his back, “and you know you make me jealous when you dance with fuck faces like the ranga over there.”
Jim purred, beginning to suck a hickey at the base of Lee’s neck.
“So the only goddamn reason I can think of for you getting that fucking close, Jim,” Lee said, nipping at Jim’s jaw, “is that you want me so fucking out of my mind that I have sex with you right fucking here.”
“You’re so astute, love...ah!” Jim whined, as Lee’s wandering hands grabbed him by the ass and pulled him close again.
“You’re a goddamn menace, Jim.” Lee said, licking the sizeable hickey he’d given his boyfriend earlier in the evening.
Jim let out an airless moan and tried to climb higher on Lee’s thigh, grinding against him. Lee kissed him again, deeply, and pulled away.
“Jim. Jim, come on. You know I’ll give you whatever fucking thing you goddamn want, but we’re getting out of here, okay?”
Jim writhed against him sinuously, tangling his fingers in Lee’s hair.
“Fuckin’ hell. Jim, come on.” Lee didn’t try and push Jim off, but instead backed off the floor towards a darkened corner, muttering threats and swearing at the people he ran into, all while Jim continued to kiss and bite at his neck, his hips working in little circles against Lee’s leg, letting out little whines and wanting sounds.
“Lee...Lee, I want.” Jim said, as Lee pulled him down into a booth. He turned and straddled Lee, running his hands down the soft black tee shirt Lee had insisted was suitable club wear. Again, he ground down, gasping into Lee’s ear.
“Jim...” Lee shifted in his seat, his jeans uncomfortably tight, “Jim, babe, calm the fuck down, or you’re not getting anything.”
“But, Lee, I want you. I need you. Please.” Jim tossed his head, pouting, as Lee began to stroke soothingly along his biceps. Jim frowned unhappily and rolled his hips again, shimmying bonelessly as he began to press open mouthed kisses along Lee’s throat, “C’mon...Let’s do it.”
“I’m not fucking well gonna fuck you in the middle of a club, Jim.” Lee said, grips tightening on Jim’s hips to stop him bucking against him again.
“....Everyone watching. Everyone knowing all the noises I make are just. For. You...” Jim purred, and Lee shook his head stubbornly, dark hair bouncing.
“No.”
“Showing everyone how much I want you, just you. How much I belong to you.”
“No, Jim. I fucking said no.” Lee snapped, and framed Jim’s face with his hands, drawing him in for a possessive kiss that made Jim’s knees go liquid and his hands tighten on Lee’s biceps. “You’re mine. Which means all those little noises, all those fucking hot little moans and whimpers, and the way you arch when I do this-” Lee tugged at Jim’s hair, and his eyes practically rolled back in his head as he arched forward, “All that? That’s mine. Nobody else is allowed to fucking look at you. Nobody else is allowed to hear that, see that, and for fuck’s sake, no cunt is allowed to dance close enough to touch you like that.”
Jim let out a breathless moan, and Lee pulled him close again, whispering harshly in his ear.
“So I’m not going to fuck you. Not now. Maybe not even at all, tonight. You’re gonna sit pretty, the way you fucking always do, and we’re going to dance, and drink, and I may end up punching that fucker who tried to hit on you earlier. And then we’re gonna go home, and I’m going to spend the rest of the night reminding myself of all those nosies I can get you to make. Just. For. Me.”
“...Lee...” Jim said breathily, twisting in his grip, “I’m so turned on right now.”
Lee smirked, kissing him again, until Jim fell against him, hiding his face in Lee’s neck as he tried to slow his breathing down.
“Take a second, babe.” Lee said, stroking a soothing hand down Jim’s back, “Catch your fucking breath. Because we’re not leaving for a while, yet.”