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[dickgout]

You could say that since his plan for wintertime revenge on some of his greatest enemies, such as cold weather and science, Jason had been a little shy of the public eye. And that was really a shame, as he figured the public eye could really use him

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[first_worde]

This was it. This was it then. Not that Rupert had much of a head for consequences, but he couldn't stop bloody thinking about it, so that was it.

He hated thinking about things.

Grabbing Jason roughly by the bicep, Rupert hauled him to his feet and caught his mouth in a rough, crushing and not at all brief kiss.

[dickgout]

In his own way, getting his mouth stuck to long poles and having that sweet gay kid give him an awesome blowjob, Jason was somewhat prepared for this, much more than he might have been a few months ago. See, if he had been listening to all the women in his life rightly, what he understood what that friendship + sex = better than V.

So fuck it, he thought, and tossed his ax aside in favor of full-out tackling Rupert to the ground. "Where the fuck ya been?" he muttered, sitting full on what he could tell were strong, manly hips made for thrusting.

[first_worde]

Rupert let out an Uff when he hit the ground, rightly a little surprised, but... probably not as much as he ought to've been.

"Kicking around trying to not think about this," he replied, breath a little ragged from the impact, pushing himself up a little on his elbows.

[dickgout]

Jason pressed him right back down in the dirt, and since he was already worked up, hot and sweaty and now horny, he licked a broad strip into Rupert's mouth. "See, I actually thought about it, and I figured since we're both devastatingly handsome and real clever, no way this isn't gonna be awesome."

[callofkaren]

Considering she'd seen Jason Stackhouse get his tongue stuck to a frozen pole, Karen couldn't be faulted for worrying he'd end up accidentally chopping his leg off or something when she first saw him.

He appeared to be half decent at it, however, and waited until he'd finished a swing and gotten his attention before considering letting Utica off her leash. "Working hard, I take it?"

[dickgout]

"Yeah, I'm not all--" He squinted in the sun, and finally grinned. "I can do some things, Karen. This is one of them." He would usually educate her on what other things he was good at, but most of them would get him in trouble.

[callofkaren]

"Color me impressed," Karen said, looking appropriately so. "I didn't know you actually...did stuff." All she knew about Jason led to her imagining him either lying on the beach, or running around trying to sleep with women.

[dickgout]

"I do stuff all the time," Jason drawled. "You're just never watchin' hard enough." He was sort of trying to leer at her, but working at the same time made it-- well, hard.

That's what she said.

[frakkup]

"Oops." Kara didn't sound particularly repentant, nor did she look it, moving away again with a smirk. Her feet stopped just shy of the ax's arch, Kara unwilling to drift too far from the sight of Jason Stackhouse getting sweaty in the jungle.

"Carry on."

[dickgout]

"Do I gotta?" Jason grinned, resting the ax against a notch in the wood. "You just came along and provided me the perfect distraction." He pushed a hand through his damp hair. "You come to help or to watch?"

[frakkup]

Kara sat her ass down on a nearby log and drew her feet up, figuring that was answer enough. "I'll leave it to the experts, I think." And going on the flex and bunch of his muscles, Kara would wager he was familiar with the exercise indeed. "You building a fire or a house?"

[dickgout]

"I'm makin' sure we have enough timber for whatever projects are coming," Jason said. He picked up the ax again and began to swing in neat, controlled arcs. "This is more like what I did at home, you know, construction. Always figured I was too dumb for anything else."