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Title: In The Cold Light Of Day
Author: Lea
Rating: R
Pairing: Mike/Jason White, Jason White/Billie
Author's notes: This is a WIP and will be completed. It's being posted now to free up space on my computer. Any suggestions are welcome.
Jason watches an old woman chat to the busy waitress as she pours a coffee for the suited man nearby, ignoring the tap of his finger on the counter and glances at his watch. The bustle of Rudy’s Can’t Fail Café continues uninterrupted even with the entrance of its founder and owner, Mike Dirnt.
The man in the suit becomes even more annoyed when his coffee is delayed by Mike, but he’s not about to call out his intimidating, tattoo-sporting opposite who is greeting the waitress like he’s known her a while; a better option, one that won’t leave bruises, is to let the waitress give him his coffee when she’s ready.
Sunlight glares at Jason through the window, blinding him with its brilliant light and splitting the floor beneath into shadows. He turns away to watch the old lady lay a wrinkled hand on his friend’s shoulder, flirting with him; a boldness brought on by age, of someone who has experienced much and isn’t afraid to take risks.
Jason admires her even as he laughs at Mike’s dumbstruck expression.
Mike escapes the old lady’s clutches and brings their coffees over, setting them on the polished table before taking a seat himself.
Jason’s fingers splay across his mouth in mock disapproval, curls bobbing towards the older woman still making her pitch from the counter. “You didn’t get your girlfriend a coffee?”
“Fuck off.” The slight blush on sharp cheekbones surprise Jason; Mike was anything but shy last night.
Clear memories of the night before, of long, spindly fingers digging into his hips, dyed blond hair soft under his fingers, and Mike’s thin, firm frame around him, above him, in him, bubble to the surface of Jason’s mind. Most definitely anything but shy.
“That’s not what you were saying last night.”
Mike snorts, taking a sip of his coffee and setting the cup down on the table. “Your mouth around my cock will do that.”
Jason whips his head around in near panic, paranoid that someone might have heard Mike. “Keep your fucking voice down, man!”
Author: Lea
Rating: R
Pairing: Mike/Jason White, Jason White/Billie
Author's notes: This is a WIP and will be completed. It's being posted now to free up space on my computer. Any suggestions are welcome.
Jason watches an old woman chat to the busy waitress as she pours a coffee for the suited man nearby, ignoring the tap of his finger on the counter and glances at his watch. The bustle of Rudy’s Can’t Fail Café continues uninterrupted even with the entrance of its founder and owner, Mike Dirnt.
The man in the suit becomes even more annoyed when his coffee is delayed by Mike, but he’s not about to call out his intimidating, tattoo-sporting opposite who is greeting the waitress like he’s known her a while; a better option, one that won’t leave bruises, is to let the waitress give him his coffee when she’s ready.
Sunlight glares at Jason through the window, blinding him with its brilliant light and splitting the floor beneath into shadows. He turns away to watch the old lady lay a wrinkled hand on his friend’s shoulder, flirting with him; a boldness brought on by age, of someone who has experienced much and isn’t afraid to take risks.
Jason admires her even as he laughs at Mike’s dumbstruck expression.
Mike escapes the old lady’s clutches and brings their coffees over, setting them on the polished table before taking a seat himself.
Jason’s fingers splay across his mouth in mock disapproval, curls bobbing towards the older woman still making her pitch from the counter. “You didn’t get your girlfriend a coffee?”
“Fuck off.” The slight blush on sharp cheekbones surprise Jason; Mike was anything but shy last night.
Clear memories of the night before, of long, spindly fingers digging into his hips, dyed blond hair soft under his fingers, and Mike’s thin, firm frame around him, above him, in him, bubble to the surface of Jason’s mind. Most definitely anything but shy.
“That’s not what you were saying last night.”
Mike snorts, taking a sip of his coffee and setting the cup down on the table. “Your mouth around my cock will do that.”
Jason whips his head around in near panic, paranoid that someone might have heard Mike. “Keep your fucking voice down, man!”