FIC: I'm Missing You Now (RPS, Vamp AU, Liam/Jason, NC-17)
I'm Missing You Now
Authors: darkrosetiger and telesilla
Fandom: RPS, Blood Histories AU
Characters: Jason Isaacs/Liam Neeson
Prompt: 50kinkyways 23 -- Phone Sex
Word Count: 2,675
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Vampire Jason Isaacs and his human lover Liam Neeson deal with separation.
Disclaimer:Not RL; didn't happen. If you think this has anything to do with the real actors involved, then you need to put down the crack pipe.
Author's Notes: This was written for one of the AU versions of two of our favorite boys. Blood Histories is a universe in which not only are there vampires, but the rest of the world knows that there are vampires. Our vampires are day walkers who survive on blood, can only be killed with fire (which includes nasties like having a bomb dropped on them) or a stake through the heart, and are slowed down by silver. While they're stronger and faster than mortals and have a small ability to mentally influence their prey, they don't turn into bats or any of that stuff.
Jason Isaacs is one of the oldest known vampires -- he was born in 80AD and is the bastard son of Queen Berenice of Cilcia and the Roman Emperor Titus Flavius. He has three vampiric progeny: Saebjorn Unnrson, a Viking mercenary he met in 900AD who is now known as Sean Bean; Viggo Mortensen, a Danish sculptor he met in London in the early 1600s, and Laurence Fishburne, a jazz musician he met in New York in the 1920s.
During his life he's been many things; when this story takes place -- fall of 2004 -- he's an actor and occasional historical consultant for movie productions. He met Liam Neeson, ordinary human, on the set of Kingdom of Heaven and started pursuing him. While we've written a fair amount of that arc, it was written before we'd actually seen the movie and so it needs some tweaking before we post any of it. Meanwhile, here's a little bit of a teaser, set after Liam's overcome his early religious indoctrination against vampires and become Jason's lover and food source. It takes place while Liam is filming Breakfast on Pluto.
Liam lets himself into his hotel room and tosses his jacket onto a chair. He debates making himself a drink, but no, he'd had beer all through dinner and then a couple of drinks afterwards with several of the cast and crew. We all had to prove our Irish cred, he thinks with a snicker as he sits down to take his shoes off.
It's been interesting filming here in Ireland again. He hasn't gone home yet, although he's made plans with his sisters to go to Ballymena and see them and his mother in a few days when his part of the shoot is done. Grand, nothing like giving the family a chance to ask me about my love life. It's not like his sisters don't know about the situation with Jason and he guesses his mother probably does too, although she's yet to mention it during his calls home.
The good mood brought on by an evening with friends is fading a little and he sighs as he looks at the clock. 11:30 isn't all that late; Jason will most certainly be awake and rattling around the big house by himself. Before he can talk himself out of it, he picks up the phone and dials the now-familiar number.
Although it's early for him, Jason's already in bed where he's been staring at the same page of his book for the past half-hour, unable to concentrate. He was half-tempted to ring Sean, but he resisted the impulse. After 900 years, I do need to let him live his own life, he tells himself.
When the phone rings, Jason grabs it, smiling when he sees Liam's number on the display. "Good evening," he says as he picks up.
Some of Liam's tension vanishes as he hears Jason's voice. "Hi," he says. "How are things?"
"Quiet. I spent a little time in the studio earlier, then looked over a couple of scripts...." He waves a hand. "Nothing that caught my interest, I'm afraid. How are you? How's the project going?"
"It's grand to be working with Neil again," Liam says. "Very different from last time, of course." He laughs. "And Christ, but Cillian can drink."
Jason laughs. "Isn't he a tiny little thing? And what did you do--challenge him?" He notices that not only is Liam's voice just a bit slurred, his accent is much more pronounced than usual.
"Not me," Liam laughs. "I learned my lesson working on Batman. Nah, it was one of the camera men. I just kept up ... for a while. But then Cillian started giving me those looks and I thought it was time to leave. Don't want to encourage the lad."
"That's probably best," Jason says, though in fact, he wouldn't really mind, as long as Liam was willing to share. "I don't want you to forget who you belong to, after all," he adds, his voice dropping slightly.
"Jaysus," Liam groans, his jeans suddenly feeling way too tight. "Do you know what your voice does to me?"
Jason settles back against the headboard. "Ah, but is it something you like?" He runs his tongue over the tips of his fangs, which are starting to extend, reminding him that it's been almost 48 hours since he last fed. "Perhaps you should tell me more...."
"Something I like very much," Liam says, feeling his face heat up. "Something that's getting me damn hard, although I suspect that has as much to do with what you said as how you said it."
"You like hearing me say that you're mine?" Jason demands. "Like knowing what I'd want to do to you if I were there, to remind you?"
"Yeah," Liam says. "Please, tell me how you'd remind me." He presses his hand down against his erection, not yet ready to take his jeans off,
Jason slides under the blankets and closes his eyes, picturing Liam there in front of him. "Where to begin ... I think I'd have to kiss you first, nice and hard, with my hands in your hair, pulling you down closer to me so I can taste you completely."
"I love the way you kiss me," Liam says, remembering the very first time he kissed Jason in that tiny little park in Spain. "I love the way you take over." He's come such a long way since then, but there are still times when it's strange to realize who his lover is.
"And I love that you trust me enough to let me do so," Jason tells him. "Did I mention that I'm naked at the moment?"
"You're trying to kill me, aren't you?" Liam asks. "I'm still dressed and there you are being all naked."
"Ah, then perhaps we should do something about that ... does your phone allow you to continue speaking while your hands are busy with undressing?"
"Hang on," Liam says fumbling for the headset. "Headsets were invented for this sort of thing, I'm sure of it." he gets it hooked up, aware that he's babbling. It's still so easy for him to rattle me.
"All right," he says. "I assume you want me to get undressed?"
"I do...and I want you to tell me what you're doing as you do it." Although phone sex, for Jason, is a bit like watching a cooking show on television, he's actually enjoying this. Possibly because even with him in Ireland, I can tell that Liam's definitely enjoying this.
"I'm unbuttoning my shirt," Liam says, and suddenly the idea doesn't seem so silly. Jason likes to watch Liam undress -- Liam once laughingly compared himself to a candy bar that unwrapped itself -- and remembering the way it feels to have those sharp blue eyes watching him, Liam can feel himself getting even more aroused. "Taking the shirt off now."
"Mmm..." Jason smiles. "I don't think I say it often enough, but you are a tremendously attractive man, you know. And I do so like the way your skin feels...so cool under my hands."
"And I love the way your touch is so warm," Liam says with a shaky little laugh. "I've been getting cold at nights," he adds, tossing the shirt onto the floor. "Taking off my jeans now," he adds.
Jason reaches down to stroke himself; his fangs aren't the only part of him that's fully extended now. "And are you wearing anything under them?" he asks Liam.
"Yeah," Liam admits tugging his boxers down. "But not anything now. Well hang on...." He pulls his socks off. "There, now I don't look like I came right out of a bad porno."
Jason laughs. "That's just as well, I think...now, were I there, I'd be terribly impatient and more than a bit hungry ... well, actually, I'm rather hungry now. Can you tell?"
Closing his eyes, Liam takes a deep breath and lets it out. He can sense how hungry Jason is, and it's seriously affecting him. "God, I wish you were here," he says, hoarsely, his hand at his neck.
"I'm quite good at waiting, though, so all I would do would be to lick along the side of your neck before shoving you down onto the bed. On your back, of course, so I could look into your eyes."
"Please," Liam moans, falling back onto the bed, his hand still at his neck. "You know what that does to me...."
"Yes...Jason hisses. "Now that I have you on your back, I can touch you properly ... I love how sensitive you are, how you twitch when I bite your nipples."
"You'd twitch to," Liam says, but his voice is shaky as he reaches down to pinch one nipple. "Love the feel of your teeth on me," he says, with a moan. "Drives me crazy."
"You're touching yourself now, aren't you?" Jason says, sounding suspiciously breathless himself. "Such a slut."
As always when Jason uses words like that, Liam can feel his face going hot. "You did this to me," he says. "Made me into a slut." It's totally untrue and they both know it, just as they both know it's part of the game they play.
"And you like it, don't you?" Jason growls. "You like having me pin you down and teasing you with my mouth and hands until you beg for it, don't you?" He's stroking himself harder now; his sexual arousal is stronger than his hunger.
"You know I love it," Liam groans, twisting his nipple harder. "Love begging you for it," he gasps, wishing Jason were closer. "Can you feel how much I want it?"
"Oh yes...." Jason murmurs, "You're hard, aren't you? Are you touching yourself, Liam?"
"God yes, I'm hard," Liam says. "And I'm ... just pinching my nipple." He remembers being a boy and finding out how much he liked playing with his nipples. He also remembers how he never told anyone he ever slept with before Jason and how he usually distracted women who tried to touch him there. Jaysus, but I had issues.
"Mmm...now imagine me taking your cock in my mouth...." Jason whispers. "I know you like that...all the more when I warn you that you're not to come before I do ... just lightly brushing my teeth over that so-sensitive skin...."
"Oh fuck," Liam moans. "Jason please ... let me touch it ... please?" His hand hovers over his cock, and he knows that he could just reach down and touch, but that's not the way they are, and, after six months, he wouldn't have it any other way.
"You may," Jason tells him, "But be careful. I shall be displeased if you come without being told ... and I will know." Jason isn't actually sure if the bond between them is strong enough for that yet, but it doesn't really matter, since he knows Liam won't.
"No," Liam says, as he settles his hand down on his prick. "God it feels good, but not as good as having you here. I'd rather have my hand on your cock."
Jason groans. "Ah, Liam...I wish I were there, believe me. "It's...." Jason can't quite bring himself to say the words, to tell Liam how empty his bed feels, and how much more aware he is now of being alone. "It's not the same here, without you." He takes a deep breath. "But ... since we must make do for the moment, then you will have to imagine me sucking your cock until you're sure you can't hold back another second, and then I'll stop so I can kiss you again."
"You know what'll happen the minute you stop kissing me," Liam groans. "You know how shameless I am, how shameless you make me." He can feel it already, that empty feeling he gets when he wants to be fucked.
"And what will happen, Liam? Tell me. Let me hear the words."
"I'll beg," Liam says, and he has to stop stroking himself for a moment; even talking about begging gets him close. "Please Jason ... you know what you do to me ... you know I'll lie on my back, spread my legs and beg like a whore for you." He'd go farther than that, although Jason doesn't always ask for more. But sometimes....
Liam feels the familiar shame wash over him as he remembers the last time he crawled across the floor and put his head down near Jason's boots and begged to be fucked.
"God..." Jason breathes. "I don't think I could stop myself from taking you then; I certainly can't deny you, not when you ask so nicely. Imagine me sliding into you, pinning you down as I fuck you, claiming you as mine."
"Yours," Liam says. "Your whore ... your pet ... God please Jason ... let me," he begins and then has to pause. "Please ... I need to be fucked, Jason."
"What do you want, Liam?" Jason asks, his voice harsh. "Tell me, and you can have it, but you have to ask."
"Please," Liam says again, his breath catching in his throat. "Let me fuck myself for you ... please Jason?"
"Yes--do it, Liam. Fuck yourself with those beautiful long fingers, and think about me fucking you as I sink my fangs into your throat and drink from you." Jason gasps softly as he comes.
Too impatient to even get his fingers wet, Liam reaches down and pushes two fingers inside himself. it hurts like hell, and his hand goes tight on his cock as he cries out. He's so close and knowing that Jason has already come just pushes him closer. "Please," he moans. "Pleasepleaseplease...."
"Now, Liam!" Jason snaps. "Come for me."
Shoving his fingers into himself hard, Liam gives a strangled moan and comes hard, his whole body twisting on the bed as he does. "God," he gasps. "Fuck Jason ... even this is better with you."
"I wish I were there, Liam," Jason says, sounding wistful. "So I could hold you, and lick at your throat, and curl up with you and fall asleep."
"I wish you were here too," Liam says, reaching down to grab his boxers. He cleans himself up carelessly and then pulls the blankets up around him. "I love the way you fall asleep so soon after a meal," he adds with a slight chuckle, thinking of all the times he's stayed awake and smoked while watching Jason sleep. But he doesn't need the cigarette tonight; maybe it's the booze earlier or maybe it's working, but he's actually quite tired. "Just another week," he says.
"Yes." Jason smiles. "I do hope you don't have anything planned, since I don't intend to let you out of bed for several days once I've got you back."
"Oh and I suppose you'll be chaining me to the bed," Liam says without thinking. When he does realize what he just said, he suddenly knows that, if he could get hard again, that image would do it to him.
"Hmm...do you think I should? I'll take it into consideration. I'd need a fair bit of chain, for you."
"Jaysus," Liam says. "I wasn't like this until I met you," he adds. "And now look at me; I'm damn pervert."
"Pervert looks good on you," Jason replies. It's at times like this that he wishes vampires really could read minds, because he's not entirely sure if Liam is thinking that being a pervert is a bad thing.
"Well God knows it feels good," Liam says with a chuckle. There are times when he worries about his increasingly kinky desires, but honestly, once he'd become a vampire's pet, he figured he'd gone about as far down as he could. What's a desire for a little bondage or some humiliation compared to that?
"Love you," he says, his voice much more serious. "You know that, right?"
"I do," Jason says warmly. "And I love you, Liam. And--I miss you very much."
"Are you eating enough?" Liam asks, feeling a little bit of regret that he can't be there for Jason to feed from. But they had that discussion at the beginning, and while Liam will admit to being a little jealous, he knows that Jason has to eat even when Liam's off working.
Jason chuckles. "Yes, dear. I admit that I'm a bit hungrier than I was about a half-hour ago; I think I'll heat up something from the freezer."
"I don't mean to nag," Liam says, settling back against his pillows. He starts to say something else and yawns broadly. "I think that's my cue; we have an early start tomorrow."
"Then I shall let you go to sleep. Goodnight, Liam," Jason says, his voice making a caress of Liam's name.
"Mmmm," Liam murmurs. "Good night, Jason." He pulls the headset off and turns off the phone. It's hard to believe that he was once afraid of this, he thinks as he settles down to sleep. Oh to be sure, there's still explaining things to his sisters and mother, but ... he'll cross that bridge when he comes to it.
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Authors: darkrosetiger and telesilla
Fandom: RPS, Blood Histories AU
Characters: Jason Isaacs/Liam Neeson
Prompt: 50kinkyways 23 -- Phone Sex
Word Count: 2,675
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Vampire Jason Isaacs and his human lover Liam Neeson deal with separation.
Disclaimer:Not RL; didn't happen. If you think this has anything to do with the real actors involved, then you need to put down the crack pipe.
Author's Notes: This was written for one of the AU versions of two of our favorite boys. Blood Histories is a universe in which not only are there vampires, but the rest of the world knows that there are vampires. Our vampires are day walkers who survive on blood, can only be killed with fire (which includes nasties like having a bomb dropped on them) or a stake through the heart, and are slowed down by silver. While they're stronger and faster than mortals and have a small ability to mentally influence their prey, they don't turn into bats or any of that stuff.
Jason Isaacs is one of the oldest known vampires -- he was born in 80AD and is the bastard son of Queen Berenice of Cilcia and the Roman Emperor Titus Flavius. He has three vampiric progeny: Saebjorn Unnrson, a Viking mercenary he met in 900AD who is now known as Sean Bean; Viggo Mortensen, a Danish sculptor he met in London in the early 1600s, and Laurence Fishburne, a jazz musician he met in New York in the 1920s.
During his life he's been many things; when this story takes place -- fall of 2004 -- he's an actor and occasional historical consultant for movie productions. He met Liam Neeson, ordinary human, on the set of Kingdom of Heaven and started pursuing him. While we've written a fair amount of that arc, it was written before we'd actually seen the movie and so it needs some tweaking before we post any of it. Meanwhile, here's a little bit of a teaser, set after Liam's overcome his early religious indoctrination against vampires and become Jason's lover and food source. It takes place while Liam is filming Breakfast on Pluto.
Liam lets himself into his hotel room and tosses his jacket onto a chair. He debates making himself a drink, but no, he'd had beer all through dinner and then a couple of drinks afterwards with several of the cast and crew. We all had to prove our Irish cred, he thinks with a snicker as he sits down to take his shoes off.
It's been interesting filming here in Ireland again. He hasn't gone home yet, although he's made plans with his sisters to go to Ballymena and see them and his mother in a few days when his part of the shoot is done. Grand, nothing like giving the family a chance to ask me about my love life. It's not like his sisters don't know about the situation with Jason and he guesses his mother probably does too, although she's yet to mention it during his calls home.
The good mood brought on by an evening with friends is fading a little and he sighs as he looks at the clock. 11:30 isn't all that late; Jason will most certainly be awake and rattling around the big house by himself. Before he can talk himself out of it, he picks up the phone and dials the now-familiar number.
Although it's early for him, Jason's already in bed where he's been staring at the same page of his book for the past half-hour, unable to concentrate. He was half-tempted to ring Sean, but he resisted the impulse. After 900 years, I do need to let him live his own life, he tells himself.
When the phone rings, Jason grabs it, smiling when he sees Liam's number on the display. "Good evening," he says as he picks up.
Some of Liam's tension vanishes as he hears Jason's voice. "Hi," he says. "How are things?"
"Quiet. I spent a little time in the studio earlier, then looked over a couple of scripts...." He waves a hand. "Nothing that caught my interest, I'm afraid. How are you? How's the project going?"
"It's grand to be working with Neil again," Liam says. "Very different from last time, of course." He laughs. "And Christ, but Cillian can drink."
Jason laughs. "Isn't he a tiny little thing? And what did you do--challenge him?" He notices that not only is Liam's voice just a bit slurred, his accent is much more pronounced than usual.
"Not me," Liam laughs. "I learned my lesson working on Batman. Nah, it was one of the camera men. I just kept up ... for a while. But then Cillian started giving me those looks and I thought it was time to leave. Don't want to encourage the lad."
"That's probably best," Jason says, though in fact, he wouldn't really mind, as long as Liam was willing to share. "I don't want you to forget who you belong to, after all," he adds, his voice dropping slightly.
"Jaysus," Liam groans, his jeans suddenly feeling way too tight. "Do you know what your voice does to me?"
Jason settles back against the headboard. "Ah, but is it something you like?" He runs his tongue over the tips of his fangs, which are starting to extend, reminding him that it's been almost 48 hours since he last fed. "Perhaps you should tell me more...."
"Something I like very much," Liam says, feeling his face heat up. "Something that's getting me damn hard, although I suspect that has as much to do with what you said as how you said it."
"You like hearing me say that you're mine?" Jason demands. "Like knowing what I'd want to do to you if I were there, to remind you?"
"Yeah," Liam says. "Please, tell me how you'd remind me." He presses his hand down against his erection, not yet ready to take his jeans off,
Jason slides under the blankets and closes his eyes, picturing Liam there in front of him. "Where to begin ... I think I'd have to kiss you first, nice and hard, with my hands in your hair, pulling you down closer to me so I can taste you completely."
"I love the way you kiss me," Liam says, remembering the very first time he kissed Jason in that tiny little park in Spain. "I love the way you take over." He's come such a long way since then, but there are still times when it's strange to realize who his lover is.
"And I love that you trust me enough to let me do so," Jason tells him. "Did I mention that I'm naked at the moment?"
"You're trying to kill me, aren't you?" Liam asks. "I'm still dressed and there you are being all naked."
"Ah, then perhaps we should do something about that ... does your phone allow you to continue speaking while your hands are busy with undressing?"
"Hang on," Liam says fumbling for the headset. "Headsets were invented for this sort of thing, I'm sure of it." he gets it hooked up, aware that he's babbling. It's still so easy for him to rattle me.
"All right," he says. "I assume you want me to get undressed?"
"I do...and I want you to tell me what you're doing as you do it." Although phone sex, for Jason, is a bit like watching a cooking show on television, he's actually enjoying this. Possibly because even with him in Ireland, I can tell that Liam's definitely enjoying this.
"I'm unbuttoning my shirt," Liam says, and suddenly the idea doesn't seem so silly. Jason likes to watch Liam undress -- Liam once laughingly compared himself to a candy bar that unwrapped itself -- and remembering the way it feels to have those sharp blue eyes watching him, Liam can feel himself getting even more aroused. "Taking the shirt off now."
"Mmm..." Jason smiles. "I don't think I say it often enough, but you are a tremendously attractive man, you know. And I do so like the way your skin feels...so cool under my hands."
"And I love the way your touch is so warm," Liam says with a shaky little laugh. "I've been getting cold at nights," he adds, tossing the shirt onto the floor. "Taking off my jeans now," he adds.
Jason reaches down to stroke himself; his fangs aren't the only part of him that's fully extended now. "And are you wearing anything under them?" he asks Liam.
"Yeah," Liam admits tugging his boxers down. "But not anything now. Well hang on...." He pulls his socks off. "There, now I don't look like I came right out of a bad porno."
Jason laughs. "That's just as well, I think...now, were I there, I'd be terribly impatient and more than a bit hungry ... well, actually, I'm rather hungry now. Can you tell?"
Closing his eyes, Liam takes a deep breath and lets it out. He can sense how hungry Jason is, and it's seriously affecting him. "God, I wish you were here," he says, hoarsely, his hand at his neck.
"I'm quite good at waiting, though, so all I would do would be to lick along the side of your neck before shoving you down onto the bed. On your back, of course, so I could look into your eyes."
"Please," Liam moans, falling back onto the bed, his hand still at his neck. "You know what that does to me...."
"Yes...Jason hisses. "Now that I have you on your back, I can touch you properly ... I love how sensitive you are, how you twitch when I bite your nipples."
"You'd twitch to," Liam says, but his voice is shaky as he reaches down to pinch one nipple. "Love the feel of your teeth on me," he says, with a moan. "Drives me crazy."
"You're touching yourself now, aren't you?" Jason says, sounding suspiciously breathless himself. "Such a slut."
As always when Jason uses words like that, Liam can feel his face going hot. "You did this to me," he says. "Made me into a slut." It's totally untrue and they both know it, just as they both know it's part of the game they play.
"And you like it, don't you?" Jason growls. "You like having me pin you down and teasing you with my mouth and hands until you beg for it, don't you?" He's stroking himself harder now; his sexual arousal is stronger than his hunger.
"You know I love it," Liam groans, twisting his nipple harder. "Love begging you for it," he gasps, wishing Jason were closer. "Can you feel how much I want it?"
"Oh yes...." Jason murmurs, "You're hard, aren't you? Are you touching yourself, Liam?"
"God yes, I'm hard," Liam says. "And I'm ... just pinching my nipple." He remembers being a boy and finding out how much he liked playing with his nipples. He also remembers how he never told anyone he ever slept with before Jason and how he usually distracted women who tried to touch him there. Jaysus, but I had issues.
"Mmm...now imagine me taking your cock in my mouth...." Jason whispers. "I know you like that...all the more when I warn you that you're not to come before I do ... just lightly brushing my teeth over that so-sensitive skin...."
"Oh fuck," Liam moans. "Jason please ... let me touch it ... please?" His hand hovers over his cock, and he knows that he could just reach down and touch, but that's not the way they are, and, after six months, he wouldn't have it any other way.
"You may," Jason tells him, "But be careful. I shall be displeased if you come without being told ... and I will know." Jason isn't actually sure if the bond between them is strong enough for that yet, but it doesn't really matter, since he knows Liam won't.
"No," Liam says, as he settles his hand down on his prick. "God it feels good, but not as good as having you here. I'd rather have my hand on your cock."
Jason groans. "Ah, Liam...I wish I were there, believe me. "It's...." Jason can't quite bring himself to say the words, to tell Liam how empty his bed feels, and how much more aware he is now of being alone. "It's not the same here, without you." He takes a deep breath. "But ... since we must make do for the moment, then you will have to imagine me sucking your cock until you're sure you can't hold back another second, and then I'll stop so I can kiss you again."
"You know what'll happen the minute you stop kissing me," Liam groans. "You know how shameless I am, how shameless you make me." He can feel it already, that empty feeling he gets when he wants to be fucked.
"And what will happen, Liam? Tell me. Let me hear the words."
"I'll beg," Liam says, and he has to stop stroking himself for a moment; even talking about begging gets him close. "Please Jason ... you know what you do to me ... you know I'll lie on my back, spread my legs and beg like a whore for you." He'd go farther than that, although Jason doesn't always ask for more. But sometimes....
Liam feels the familiar shame wash over him as he remembers the last time he crawled across the floor and put his head down near Jason's boots and begged to be fucked.
"God..." Jason breathes. "I don't think I could stop myself from taking you then; I certainly can't deny you, not when you ask so nicely. Imagine me sliding into you, pinning you down as I fuck you, claiming you as mine."
"Yours," Liam says. "Your whore ... your pet ... God please Jason ... let me," he begins and then has to pause. "Please ... I need to be fucked, Jason."
"What do you want, Liam?" Jason asks, his voice harsh. "Tell me, and you can have it, but you have to ask."
"Please," Liam says again, his breath catching in his throat. "Let me fuck myself for you ... please Jason?"
"Yes--do it, Liam. Fuck yourself with those beautiful long fingers, and think about me fucking you as I sink my fangs into your throat and drink from you." Jason gasps softly as he comes.
Too impatient to even get his fingers wet, Liam reaches down and pushes two fingers inside himself. it hurts like hell, and his hand goes tight on his cock as he cries out. He's so close and knowing that Jason has already come just pushes him closer. "Please," he moans. "Pleasepleaseplease...."
"Now, Liam!" Jason snaps. "Come for me."
Shoving his fingers into himself hard, Liam gives a strangled moan and comes hard, his whole body twisting on the bed as he does. "God," he gasps. "Fuck Jason ... even this is better with you."
"I wish I were there, Liam," Jason says, sounding wistful. "So I could hold you, and lick at your throat, and curl up with you and fall asleep."
"I wish you were here too," Liam says, reaching down to grab his boxers. He cleans himself up carelessly and then pulls the blankets up around him. "I love the way you fall asleep so soon after a meal," he adds with a slight chuckle, thinking of all the times he's stayed awake and smoked while watching Jason sleep. But he doesn't need the cigarette tonight; maybe it's the booze earlier or maybe it's working, but he's actually quite tired. "Just another week," he says.
"Yes." Jason smiles. "I do hope you don't have anything planned, since I don't intend to let you out of bed for several days once I've got you back."
"Oh and I suppose you'll be chaining me to the bed," Liam says without thinking. When he does realize what he just said, he suddenly knows that, if he could get hard again, that image would do it to him.
"Hmm...do you think I should? I'll take it into consideration. I'd need a fair bit of chain, for you."
"Jaysus," Liam says. "I wasn't like this until I met you," he adds. "And now look at me; I'm damn pervert."
"Pervert looks good on you," Jason replies. It's at times like this that he wishes vampires really could read minds, because he's not entirely sure if Liam is thinking that being a pervert is a bad thing.
"Well God knows it feels good," Liam says with a chuckle. There are times when he worries about his increasingly kinky desires, but honestly, once he'd become a vampire's pet, he figured he'd gone about as far down as he could. What's a desire for a little bondage or some humiliation compared to that?
"Love you," he says, his voice much more serious. "You know that, right?"
"I do," Jason says warmly. "And I love you, Liam. And--I miss you very much."
"Are you eating enough?" Liam asks, feeling a little bit of regret that he can't be there for Jason to feed from. But they had that discussion at the beginning, and while Liam will admit to being a little jealous, he knows that Jason has to eat even when Liam's off working.
Jason chuckles. "Yes, dear. I admit that I'm a bit hungrier than I was about a half-hour ago; I think I'll heat up something from the freezer."
"I don't mean to nag," Liam says, settling back against his pillows. He starts to say something else and yawns broadly. "I think that's my cue; we have an early start tomorrow."
"Then I shall let you go to sleep. Goodnight, Liam," Jason says, his voice making a caress of Liam's name.
"Mmmm," Liam murmurs. "Good night, Jason." He pulls the headset off and turns off the phone. It's hard to believe that he was once afraid of this, he thinks as he settles down to sleep. Oh to be sure, there's still explaining things to his sisters and mother, but ... he'll cross that bridge when he comes to it.
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