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Title: Dry Whiskey
Fandom: HoneySyn
Rating: R
-Characters: Jay/Metis
-Warnings: semi-AU, swearing, sex on a washing machine, OOC
Wordcount: 2k(2035) Beta - unbetaed
Notes: For bosslady. First time writing HoneySyn. Forgive me.
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The fact that they were so small when they first met really meant nothing to the either of them. Metis still had the black hair he had way back then, even if the stupid bowl-cut had disappeared from back then. Even being behind the school with the kid, joking and commenting about the smoking when they were in grade 9 was something.
Jay had never asked if Metis wanted a drag because Jay just knew that Metis wouldn't.
There was really nothing the two could do when tossed into a situation where they'd both had a drink or two, when Charles wasn't even there and Josh was probably necking some pretty cheerleader- They both had their issues, they knew it, they didn't care.
Metis was sitting on the washing machine in some kids room, some jock from down the hall that Josh knew or something. The parents were away at some conference and Jay had told him to come along, taken his wrist and squeezed, sweet talked Metis into submitting and going to some stupid jock party. The white metal of the washing machine was cool even through Metis denim skinnies, the curve of the washing machine door made Metis lean forward. They had ditched their shoes somewhere in the back, didn't really see the need for them since everyone was drunk or semi-drunk.
Jay had squeezed himself in between Metis thighs and had Metis forearms resting serenely over his shoulders. The tips of Metis fingers brushed the tag of Jay's shirt and Jay's fingers were fingering the back of Metis pants, right around the belt loop.
The lights weren't turned on because if someone saw the light beam out from under the door they'd investigate.
Neither one of them wanted the scene to be investigated.
Jay was the first one to move forward and brush his lips against Metis and Metis just let Jay, coal hued eyes aimed downwards and lids at half mast. Jay's blue eyes were closed as he tried to move Metis lips apart and Metis was a little more than happy for that. He didn't want to catch Jay's eyes, not while doing this.
But Jay did open his eyes.
It was only a matter of seconds before the chaste kiss was deepened; Metis fingers curled around the strands of Jay's long hair and tugged so slightly as if just to urge him further and harder. When someone knocked on the door Jay simply kicked it and that was that.
Jay bit on Metis lower lip and tugged just slightly, just like Metis was doing to his hair. Tiny slivers of light were making it through the doorway and casting themselves on Metis face.
As usual, Jay started speaking. "Josh is somewhere around here."
"Fuck if I care about that dipshit." Metis pressed out, biting his lip where Jay had before shrugging lightly. "Doesn't mean much of anything to me."
Even in the dark, Metis could see Jay arch his eyebrow delicately and heard him snort in disbelief. Metis just sneered at Jay, tugging the hair a little harder than before and let go, his fingers moving from Jay's back to his own lap. The only sound for a while was Metis cracking his knuckles.
"You'll get arthritis doing that." Jay scolded, picking one of the hands up from Metis lap and placing it on his hips.
It was Metis turn to snort with a bit of a laugh tacked on. "And you'll die of lung cancer, your point?" The two just faced off for a second before Jay leaned in and kissed Metis cheek carefully -Metis could feel the scowl against his skin and Metis too frowned. "Just truth, bastard, take it with grace."
Jay's laugh was a bit humorless but Metis didn't really care. Like instructed, his hands went to Jay's hips before sliding up and touching the indents between Jay's ribs- shallow, not really there but Metis applied enough pressure so he could feel them. Metis moved himself forward carefully, his cheeks still cold against the white metal but his thighs now pressed against Jay's hips.
"I know about the lung cancer." Jay said cooly against Metis cheek again, whispering his fingers down Metis biceps and clutching his elbows. Metis wasn't sure if was to pull him closer or to push him away. "I know every time I get a pack. Ever heard of Surgeons General Warning? Idiot."
Metis grinned carefully, tipping his head back and shrugging again. "Didn't think you bothered to read them."
This time Jay did push back and just looked at him skeptically. "Half the package is a picture of a diseased lung. It's hard to miss."
"Fuck off." Metis muttered, scooching his hips back away from Jay only to have Jay reach back and take a hold of the small, right above his ass but below his waist, and pull him back forwards. This time Metis was closer and they were touching, nearly chest to chest but most defiantly hip to hip. "Now what are you planning?" Metis asked bitterly, looking down at the crotches of their jeans and how they rubbed together.
Jay shrugged this time and busied himself with undoing Metis belt. Their eyes had quickly become accustomed to the dark and Jay had the belt limp after just a few seconds. Metis batted away Jay's hand when Jay went to go undo his fly. Metis let Jay watch as his fingers maneuvered around the button and unhooked it and let Jay watch as the zipper fell.
"Lift your ass." Jay said calmly, hooking his thumbs on the waist of Metis pants and tugging them down as Metis mocked him, but lifted himself up as ordered. For some reason Metis always wore dumb-as-shit underpants and this part simply proved the point.
"Deadpo-"
Metis cut him off by starting to undo Jay's pants and putting his shoulder up near Jay's mouth. Temptation was always something Jay had issues with and Metis always seemed to use it to his advantage. Jay latched his mouth onto Metis shoulders and suckled, very quietly and discreetly. The buttons of Jay's pants were easy to undo and the zipper was fine. Just like he had done, Jay then batted away Metis hands from his crotch once the fly was undone. Metis leaned back, kicking his pants off from around his ankles and looking back at the wooden door.
Someone was moving around out there, two people, probably doing something that was much like what Jay and Metis were and they knocked against the door. They sounded completely drunk, stumbling and giggling around each other. Sounded like two chicks and Metis nearly opened his mouth to say they could enter but Jay gave an "occupied" and the two left.
Metis glared at Jay and crossed his arms. They stayed like that for a while, Jay glaring right on back before the silence broke. The heel of Metis foot collided with the washing machine and they both just starting laughing at the mishaps.
Jay took Metis jaw in his hand and cradled the bone before moving forward again and giving Metis a long kiss as an apology. By the end of it, by the time Jay removed his tongue and gave Metis a chance to breath Metis already moved his fingers so they hooked in Jay's mouth and picked up the saliva.
In the little light they had Jay watched as Metis prepared himself with a grin. Jay couldn't see, exactly, but he could imagine what was happening easily enough. He could picture Metis prodding the entrance before putting one finger in, to the knuckle before retreating- The smile broadened as Jay spotted the look on Metis face.
One quarter determined, one quarter uncomfortable, one half horny. It nearly made Jay laugh but he managed to keep it inwards, transferring the energy to Metis shoulder as he mouthed on it. A small gasp, Metis probably had two fingers in now and Jay had to wonder how Metis was preparing. They hadn't really done something like this; close enough to but never-
Metis moved a little closer, biting onto his lower lip with his canine and looking down at Jay's neckline. "Alright. I did it better than you could've."
A half a second passed before one side of Jay's lips curved upwards just slightly, a quirk and he moved to take down Metis underpants. As soon as Metis was free of them Jay looked down only to have his face snapped back up and confronted with a displeased Metis. "Don't look, you perv."
Small surrenders for a much larger victory; Jay just shrugged and put his chin on Metis shoulder and nudging himself forward, fingers working on releasing himself from his own underpants. They paused for a second, unsure really what to do or who should move first but Jay made the first move again. He could feel Metis entrance give and stretch to accommodate Jay. He could feel Metis jaw clench and feel the rumble of something in his chest; half of him just wanted to tell Metis to let it out but he didn't. Instead, Jay bit down on Metis shoulder and gnawed lightly, leaving Metis with a small mark on his shoulder.
The mark was small and dark against Metis flushed skin and Jay pressed his dick with more force into Metis than before. The reward was a hiss, low and hard followed shortly by a whimper as he removed his cock slowly, to just the head was inside of Metis. Just then Jay paused and looked at Metis, who didn't look like he was enjoying it very much. Another frown crossed Jay's face and he flicked Metis cheek carefully. "Tell me what to do."
"Stay in. Just give it a second."
Jay gave Metis just a second before pushing back in. Metis was hot and the moan actually made Jay's dick harden so much more. He could feel Metis painted fingernails dig into his forearms and biceps and that urged Jay one once again. The retreat this time was quicker, but not as long, Jay forced himself back in and listened to Metis try and fight down the moans. Jays hand moved itself to Metis own cock and curled his fingers around it, just the head, thumb dipping into his fist and teasing the slit.
Again, Jay was rewarded with an explicit moan and Jay moved his hand down to the base of Metis cock and the ball sack with his pinky finger- He made sure it was in time with him moving out of Metis and when he pushed his dick back into the swelling tunnel, Jay moved his hand up Metis shaft and hooked his fingers around the head. It didn't take long for Jay to quicken the rhythm and shorten the thrusts, getting hard and deep with each one. Metis was making the most deliciously pathetic sound as his sweet spot was hit and abused over and over again.
This time when Jay looked at Metis face the kid was grinning for Christ's sake, coal eyes boring holes into Jay's blue ones and teeth just faintly glinting in the speck of light. "Didn't wait." Metis choked out, moving his fingers up Jay's arms and scratching as he did so. "Stupid fuck."
It sounded a bit like a challenge and Jay smirked right back at Metis before slamming into him even harder. He didn't even care about the sensations anymore, the heat was doing enough to make Jay come and he did; fisting Metis' cock as Metis came as well.
The only thing they could hear for a whole long while was their heart beat, even as Jay pulled out of Metis and helped him put on his underpants, ignoring how dumb they looked. Jay tucked himself back into his pants and watched as Metis swayed on his feet, shifting his weight and looking generally uncomfortable. "Advil?" Jay asked; he had seen a bunch in the cupboard here when he went to go take a piss.
"Fuck off." Metis retorted, slipping on his pants and walking purposefully, abet slowly, out of the room. He had one goal. Find those two ladies from before.
Fandom: HoneySyn
Rating: R
-Characters: Jay/Metis
-Warnings: semi-AU, swearing, sex on a washing machine, OOC
Wordcount: 2k(2035) Beta - unbetaed
Notes: For bosslady. First time writing HoneySyn. Forgive me.
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The fact that they were so small when they first met really meant nothing to the either of them. Metis still had the black hair he had way back then, even if the stupid bowl-cut had disappeared from back then. Even being behind the school with the kid, joking and commenting about the smoking when they were in grade 9 was something.
Jay had never asked if Metis wanted a drag because Jay just knew that Metis wouldn't.
There was really nothing the two could do when tossed into a situation where they'd both had a drink or two, when Charles wasn't even there and Josh was probably necking some pretty cheerleader- They both had their issues, they knew it, they didn't care.
Metis was sitting on the washing machine in some kids room, some jock from down the hall that Josh knew or something. The parents were away at some conference and Jay had told him to come along, taken his wrist and squeezed, sweet talked Metis into submitting and going to some stupid jock party. The white metal of the washing machine was cool even through Metis denim skinnies, the curve of the washing machine door made Metis lean forward. They had ditched their shoes somewhere in the back, didn't really see the need for them since everyone was drunk or semi-drunk.
Jay had squeezed himself in between Metis thighs and had Metis forearms resting serenely over his shoulders. The tips of Metis fingers brushed the tag of Jay's shirt and Jay's fingers were fingering the back of Metis pants, right around the belt loop.
The lights weren't turned on because if someone saw the light beam out from under the door they'd investigate.
Neither one of them wanted the scene to be investigated.
Jay was the first one to move forward and brush his lips against Metis and Metis just let Jay, coal hued eyes aimed downwards and lids at half mast. Jay's blue eyes were closed as he tried to move Metis lips apart and Metis was a little more than happy for that. He didn't want to catch Jay's eyes, not while doing this.
But Jay did open his eyes.
It was only a matter of seconds before the chaste kiss was deepened; Metis fingers curled around the strands of Jay's long hair and tugged so slightly as if just to urge him further and harder. When someone knocked on the door Jay simply kicked it and that was that.
Jay bit on Metis lower lip and tugged just slightly, just like Metis was doing to his hair. Tiny slivers of light were making it through the doorway and casting themselves on Metis face.
As usual, Jay started speaking. "Josh is somewhere around here."
"Fuck if I care about that dipshit." Metis pressed out, biting his lip where Jay had before shrugging lightly. "Doesn't mean much of anything to me."
Even in the dark, Metis could see Jay arch his eyebrow delicately and heard him snort in disbelief. Metis just sneered at Jay, tugging the hair a little harder than before and let go, his fingers moving from Jay's back to his own lap. The only sound for a while was Metis cracking his knuckles.
"You'll get arthritis doing that." Jay scolded, picking one of the hands up from Metis lap and placing it on his hips.
It was Metis turn to snort with a bit of a laugh tacked on. "And you'll die of lung cancer, your point?" The two just faced off for a second before Jay leaned in and kissed Metis cheek carefully -Metis could feel the scowl against his skin and Metis too frowned. "Just truth, bastard, take it with grace."
Jay's laugh was a bit humorless but Metis didn't really care. Like instructed, his hands went to Jay's hips before sliding up and touching the indents between Jay's ribs- shallow, not really there but Metis applied enough pressure so he could feel them. Metis moved himself forward carefully, his cheeks still cold against the white metal but his thighs now pressed against Jay's hips.
"I know about the lung cancer." Jay said cooly against Metis cheek again, whispering his fingers down Metis biceps and clutching his elbows. Metis wasn't sure if was to pull him closer or to push him away. "I know every time I get a pack. Ever heard of Surgeons General Warning? Idiot."
Metis grinned carefully, tipping his head back and shrugging again. "Didn't think you bothered to read them."
This time Jay did push back and just looked at him skeptically. "Half the package is a picture of a diseased lung. It's hard to miss."
"Fuck off." Metis muttered, scooching his hips back away from Jay only to have Jay reach back and take a hold of the small, right above his ass but below his waist, and pull him back forwards. This time Metis was closer and they were touching, nearly chest to chest but most defiantly hip to hip. "Now what are you planning?" Metis asked bitterly, looking down at the crotches of their jeans and how they rubbed together.
Jay shrugged this time and busied himself with undoing Metis belt. Their eyes had quickly become accustomed to the dark and Jay had the belt limp after just a few seconds. Metis batted away Jay's hand when Jay went to go undo his fly. Metis let Jay watch as his fingers maneuvered around the button and unhooked it and let Jay watch as the zipper fell.
"Lift your ass." Jay said calmly, hooking his thumbs on the waist of Metis pants and tugging them down as Metis mocked him, but lifted himself up as ordered. For some reason Metis always wore dumb-as-shit underpants and this part simply proved the point.
"Deadpo-"
Metis cut him off by starting to undo Jay's pants and putting his shoulder up near Jay's mouth. Temptation was always something Jay had issues with and Metis always seemed to use it to his advantage. Jay latched his mouth onto Metis shoulders and suckled, very quietly and discreetly. The buttons of Jay's pants were easy to undo and the zipper was fine. Just like he had done, Jay then batted away Metis hands from his crotch once the fly was undone. Metis leaned back, kicking his pants off from around his ankles and looking back at the wooden door.
Someone was moving around out there, two people, probably doing something that was much like what Jay and Metis were and they knocked against the door. They sounded completely drunk, stumbling and giggling around each other. Sounded like two chicks and Metis nearly opened his mouth to say they could enter but Jay gave an "occupied" and the two left.
Metis glared at Jay and crossed his arms. They stayed like that for a while, Jay glaring right on back before the silence broke. The heel of Metis foot collided with the washing machine and they both just starting laughing at the mishaps.
Jay took Metis jaw in his hand and cradled the bone before moving forward again and giving Metis a long kiss as an apology. By the end of it, by the time Jay removed his tongue and gave Metis a chance to breath Metis already moved his fingers so they hooked in Jay's mouth and picked up the saliva.
In the little light they had Jay watched as Metis prepared himself with a grin. Jay couldn't see, exactly, but he could imagine what was happening easily enough. He could picture Metis prodding the entrance before putting one finger in, to the knuckle before retreating- The smile broadened as Jay spotted the look on Metis face.
One quarter determined, one quarter uncomfortable, one half horny. It nearly made Jay laugh but he managed to keep it inwards, transferring the energy to Metis shoulder as he mouthed on it. A small gasp, Metis probably had two fingers in now and Jay had to wonder how Metis was preparing. They hadn't really done something like this; close enough to but never-
Metis moved a little closer, biting onto his lower lip with his canine and looking down at Jay's neckline. "Alright. I did it better than you could've."
A half a second passed before one side of Jay's lips curved upwards just slightly, a quirk and he moved to take down Metis underpants. As soon as Metis was free of them Jay looked down only to have his face snapped back up and confronted with a displeased Metis. "Don't look, you perv."
Small surrenders for a much larger victory; Jay just shrugged and put his chin on Metis shoulder and nudging himself forward, fingers working on releasing himself from his own underpants. They paused for a second, unsure really what to do or who should move first but Jay made the first move again. He could feel Metis entrance give and stretch to accommodate Jay. He could feel Metis jaw clench and feel the rumble of something in his chest; half of him just wanted to tell Metis to let it out but he didn't. Instead, Jay bit down on Metis shoulder and gnawed lightly, leaving Metis with a small mark on his shoulder.
The mark was small and dark against Metis flushed skin and Jay pressed his dick with more force into Metis than before. The reward was a hiss, low and hard followed shortly by a whimper as he removed his cock slowly, to just the head was inside of Metis. Just then Jay paused and looked at Metis, who didn't look like he was enjoying it very much. Another frown crossed Jay's face and he flicked Metis cheek carefully. "Tell me what to do."
"Stay in. Just give it a second."
Jay gave Metis just a second before pushing back in. Metis was hot and the moan actually made Jay's dick harden so much more. He could feel Metis painted fingernails dig into his forearms and biceps and that urged Jay one once again. The retreat this time was quicker, but not as long, Jay forced himself back in and listened to Metis try and fight down the moans. Jays hand moved itself to Metis own cock and curled his fingers around it, just the head, thumb dipping into his fist and teasing the slit.
Again, Jay was rewarded with an explicit moan and Jay moved his hand down to the base of Metis cock and the ball sack with his pinky finger- He made sure it was in time with him moving out of Metis and when he pushed his dick back into the swelling tunnel, Jay moved his hand up Metis shaft and hooked his fingers around the head. It didn't take long for Jay to quicken the rhythm and shorten the thrusts, getting hard and deep with each one. Metis was making the most deliciously pathetic sound as his sweet spot was hit and abused over and over again.
This time when Jay looked at Metis face the kid was grinning for Christ's sake, coal eyes boring holes into Jay's blue ones and teeth just faintly glinting in the speck of light. "Didn't wait." Metis choked out, moving his fingers up Jay's arms and scratching as he did so. "Stupid fuck."
It sounded a bit like a challenge and Jay smirked right back at Metis before slamming into him even harder. He didn't even care about the sensations anymore, the heat was doing enough to make Jay come and he did; fisting Metis' cock as Metis came as well.
The only thing they could hear for a whole long while was their heart beat, even as Jay pulled out of Metis and helped him put on his underpants, ignoring how dumb they looked. Jay tucked himself back into his pants and watched as Metis swayed on his feet, shifting his weight and looking generally uncomfortable. "Advil?" Jay asked; he had seen a bunch in the cupboard here when he went to go take a piss.
"Fuck off." Metis retorted, slipping on his pants and walking purposefully, abet slowly, out of the room. He had one goal. Find those two ladies from before.