005. The Fox and The Jailbird

[stealingmyway]

A hand rubs at the back of his neck, nerves stiffening his muscles like a tightened spring ready to launch. On one hand, he had a man to play with, to test the mentality of. On the other, he had a stranger with little proof of his social credibility. If things went sour, he'd only have a moment to take the revolver out of his cassock and do what

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[stealingmyway]

Mmmmm. The tongue retreats slowly back behind a grin. Tastes like victory. The mans brawny taste lingers on the edges of his tongue, a flavor that easily makes the hay haired man salivate. Eyelids flutter before rolling orbs of blue as the young man finds himself relishing in his triumph. Inside of those expensive polished shoes wiggle satisfied toes.

To the victor go the spoils, he supposed. Still close enough to the other being, their positions not having changed, a Bible relieved hand ushers slowly up Theodore's form; from bone of hip up to breast of his shirt to rest for the time being. To complete the domination of the opposing team, Cameron tends to the moist path of his tongue's accomplishment with soft 'hush kisses'. The lips are slightly parted and simply brush against the skin as the motions of a kiss are made.

[pocket_pal]

You sneaky little bugger, tricking him into honking like that. And now, what's this? Trying to distract him with further debauchery? Well, it's working. Make no mistake, however; by no means is our man in a surrendering mood. Never in his life has he submitted to the will of another person, except by pure force. He's sure as hell not about to roll over and beg this kid for a bone

[stealingmyway]

"Boy, you evah see one o' dese b'fore?"

Cameron's eyes lifted slowly like they were weighted down by a ton of bricks. A lazy, almost sleepy looking, expression soiled his boyish face, his reflection staring beside him in the bathroom mirror of the small, shitty apartment. The Texan had brought out his steer for the boy to tend to. The blonde stumbled forward, wrapping his arms around the neck of a short, balding businessman before exhaling slowly next to his ear. His voice is hoarse but soft, sweet. That easy listening station you can't help but to linger on.

"Easy, lovely. I want t'milk him for all 'ee's worth. Cann'a do that with you a'ready on your way, now can I?" A drug enduced grin drifted onto the boys lips, the southern man grinning back.

"You talk purty. Say somethin' else fer me."That hand rises to cup and glide gentle touch to the fine hairs on the back of Teddy's neck. Fingernails barely brush against the skin as the holy man takes to quick thought. Cameron swallows quietly, having to do so or risk drooling on Mr.

[pocket_pal]

Another surprised huff of breath is Cameron's first reward for his filthy, filthy words; but sorry, no squeak this time. He half expected something suggestive to come sliding off the lad's silver tongue, but... just. God damn. Literally, even! See, there should probably be a little voice in his head, or a little angel on his shoulder. A fairy godmother. Anything, anything at all-but when he listens for that voice, the only thing he hears is the growl in his own throat, and he bares his teeth to the side of Cameron's head in response.

Easy, now. Easy, easy... that's right. Turn the snarl into a smile. A sharp, halting chuckle manages to slip past teeth and tongue. Quiet. So careful and so quiet. "I'll think about it." Oh, really. Well, it isn't a lie, at least

[stealingmyway]

He relinquishes a small mewl beneath a trembling lip before easing the hand free from the form before him to the front of Teddy's thigh. The heel of his palm makes a prolonged push at the muscle just below the hipbone while his thumb preoccupies itself with sliding from the bottom of the mans fly to the button that latches the two sides together. T-Bag might feel a hand petting at the crotch of his jeans, but Cameron is just disguising a sly search for a weapon as him coping a feel.

Up top lips knead and nuzzle to a pulse point seated just below the mans ear. After managing a seal at the piece of skin, he sucks his cheeks in just enough to draw the surface up by a millimeter or two. Using combined efforts to get the man as aroused as he possibly can without causing a mess before it's due. The Irish angel even takes a few careful steps back, with Teddy tugging along, until his back is pressed to a fading neon green graffiti tag against the wall directly behind him.

Problem with this situation is it can end many ways. The two Cameron

[pocket_pal]

Well. That wasn't exactly the response he was expecting. It'll do, though, to put it very mildly. "wwhhuhh.." Yes. Care to try again? ...Not just yet? Fair enough

[stealingmyway]

"Hua--!" A quick intake of breath bred facsimile of slight surprise as his shoulders were pinned against the green paint of the brick wall. Dark and sculpted brows pitch at the sound. Cameron exhales slowly, tilting his head back to expose his slender, almost feminine neck. "Ng, Teddy."

His grabby hand has done it's roaming over the front of the mans jeans, pressing the heel of his thumb on that thickness beneath, offering pleasant pressure to help distract Theodore from the actual job of those digits. No weapons on the front. And where Cameron was planning on putting the other man, reaching for that back pocket would take more time and effort than it was worth fussing over. He'd give the man what he was hoping for. And the man would give Cameron exactly what he was in need of.

Oh. Oh, dear. With his 'friend' nibbling contently on his ear, the blonde seems free from view to wince and break the lusting expression for what he really felt. Slobbering git. As always, the real thoughts were tucked back and masked by exactly what the

[pocket_pal]

Fortunately, Mr Slobbering Git-sans actual slobbering, for the record-doesn't make a habit of gnawing through people's ears. ...We presume. The bite is short-lived, and as soon as his teeth slide off to meet with a click, that's the end of it, lips and all. The fuzz on his chin grazes across a cheek. His breath follows. For a moment it may seem as though he's sneaking his mouth around the curve of Cameron's face to steal a kiss, but his tilted head draws back instead as he straightens his spine

[stealingmyway]

Fuck. One thing that makes these situations more difficult than they need to be is questions. Cameron's mind is already half-drowning in lust, the other dry section used to plot and scheme his way out of tight spots (no pun intended). Questions fall just below the sloshing waters that bog his thoughts

[pocket_pal]

As the blond head tilts, that one nudging finger remains where it was, hanging in the air for a beat and then curling slowly as it recedes. Aw, look at him. Poor thing. A different man might choose this moment to be sympathetic, reassuring... but not him. His expression remains unchanged, unaffected by the sudden shift in mood. The hand that once so gently touched that face now reaches to curl and take firm hold of his jaw. Firm, but not painful. Just enough to suggest that perhaps it would be a good idea for Cameron to lift his head again, to put the beautiful snapshot back where it was

[stealingmyway]

Slightly alarmed eyes widen at the touch at his neck, head snapping up to let that dread seep into the sight of the other man. Playing the innocent. Not entirely unfounded is his startled response. Even if he's not showing it, Cameron is already weaving out the paths he could take should the southern hawk make the wrong move against him. Cautious.

The lack of concern from Theodore goes noted but remains unmentioned. How interesting. Chapped lips meet in sweet sensation to the well-treated and lightly glossed gate, trembling somewhat as the other speaks honey-dipped hushed words. Alright, John. The boy understands.

He leans forward to place a soft kiss against the corner of Teddy's lips, nudging and nuzzling and kissing his way down to the mans collar. zzzzzxt Down, down, down the blonde slowly sways, hips drifting from one leg to the other, legs parting wide as he lowers beyond the others stomach. Still kissing, breathing hot and heavily into the fabric covering his silent commander

[pocket_pal]

There. Much better. Although, let it be said that there is a slight twinge of disappointment somewhere in that rooster-combed head of his. He might have liked to play a little bit. Press the issue, some. Maybe a stronger grip around that neck, or a handful of hair in his fist. Trembling mouth and bloody nose. Cameron drifts down, down, and Teddy's thoughts drift off to some terrible place inside, eyes closed and teeth worrying at the slick inside wall of his mouth. Bite, bite, and mutter. "That's it."

One hand follows Cameron down, resting on his shoulder until he stops-it strokes once at his hair before settling upon his skull instead. Not to direct, though. Just touching for the sake of it. "Therrre you go." ..Yes, because he needs your guidance in this matter. His tongue slithers out from between his teeth to wet his lips, stays pressed against the upper-ah. There you go, indeed: deep breath becomes low, throaty grumble. It is the happiest sound in all the land.