[Even before Jason begins to lean over Max already has some idea of where the other is going to go. There's a chance that the younger male could chance to take the entire mid-line of his body, but truth is Max is hoping for his nipple, his body is aching for it.
His bottom lip once more slips between his teeth in apprehension, waiting for the heat of Jason's mouth, his tongue as it swirls around the dark nipple and tiny bud. It's already taunt and waiting. Max blows out a low and long breath, fighting a moan. A light nearby flickers above them, but he doesn't pay it any heed. ] Hot damn you've not only got great lips, but a tongue on you...
[It's all he manages before Jason's back there, licking up the salt and then at his mouth. Max spits out the lime after and grabs the other male's shirt, pulling him in and collecting those incredibly full lips with his own again. This time he enjoys them, he envelops them over and under, exploring Jason's flavor, savoring the lime, salt and little bit of tequila mixed with everything inherently Jason. The lights flicker again right before he breaks away.] I needed a little bit more of that. You'll have to excuse me. I seem to have broken the rules.
[ Jason's not sure how much foreplay they can actually get into here at this bar. he's already kinda surprised that no one's getting on their ass for being two guys nearly going at it in the middle of the bar. thank fuck though, cause he doesn't want to stop.
he smirks at Max when he compliments his mouth, keeping his gaze locked with his as he gets that taste of him. he doesn't really want the lime, so he's pretty damn thrilled when Max spits it out and he gets those lips instead. Jason moves right into his space, hand sliding up his side as he kisses back slow and deep, tongue pressing in to taste and explore in a way he didn't get to before. the kiss is just as thrilling and there's definitely and intense spark there- appropriate with how the lights flicker, but he doesn't pay any attention to that. how can he, when he's just been kissed so wonderfully. ]
Hey, I like breaking the rules. Especially if I get kissed like that.
You know I wasn't planning on bringing you home for things like this, but I might have to. I swear I could cut a damn diamond right now, and going into the bathroom to jack off is not my idea of fun. Though, if it's what you want, I'll do it.
[Painfully honest, Max had no intentions of doing anything beyond what Jason had set in his mind. He didn't really know what the other had done sexually, but from his understanding during their texting Max didn't feel like there was wide variety of experience-- certainly not to Max's level. Tonight had gone from zero to wanting to lay the other down in his bed and do unspeakable things in a time and way that the alien hadn't expected, or experienced with anyone in a long time.
It was refreshing and a little frightening. A part of him wanted to back-pedal, but the other part wanted to do everything his mind was thinking about.
Thankfully Roswell is still a small town, and in the middle of the week, the bar doesn't get so crowded before a certain hour. They had about a half hour left. Max was gonna make good on at least this shot. Shaking his head as he lifted Jason's shirt, he hummed at the good fortune laid before him.
His tongue slurped in quick little pointed strips across his areola, and then rolled in a languid swirl around the whole thing so that he could pull away and place the salt. That done he went back to work, lapping from left to right and sucking hard at the end, pulling Jason's whole nipple into his mouth and drinking it way back so it was hard and tight against his lips before he put his teeth to it. Only then did he release it with a smile. ]
What did you think?
[said a second before he dunked the shot, and took a small kiss before stealing a lime from the table lining Jason's lips with it and then licking it off, working his way into another kiss. God this was so fucking addicting. It was like heroin on a good day.]
[ does this count as a date, or just a distraction from whatever bad day Max had? Jason isn't sure, but it's escalating pretty quickly. ]
Going to the bathroom to jack off seems kinda like a waste.
[but then what? he's never really thought of himself as a fuck on the first date kinda guy. definitely not a one night stand with a random stranger kind of person either. but damn, there's just something about Max... something about his voice, his eyes, the way he looks at him that has Jason feeling weak and wanting more.
Max is hard and Jason's definitely there too, and now his shirt is getting lifted up again, and fuck, Max has got a talented tongue too. he has to bite back a moan, fingers still curled around the other man's side, fingers digging in now as his nipple gets sucked on. he swears, Max has a thing for doing it in public places, because they might as well be minutes away from fucking. it's a losing battle, trying to keep quiet, and when Max bites his nipple, he does let out a moan, thankfully drowned out by the music, but Max is definitely close enough to hear it.]
Fuck...
[Jason gasps after that, and it's all he gets to say before Max is lining his lips and then kissing him again. Max is something else. Jason kisses him back deeply, his free hand sliding into his hair, tugging him just a little closer so he can dip deeper into his mouth.]
[Maybe this is a date. Max hadn't given it much thought beyond the fact that they were gonna meet up and have a good time. He thought that the shots would go the way of necking and collarbones. He never dreamed it would get them in the back of the bar devouring one another like two damn horny teenagers, which is what Max felt like about now.
He should really know better than this. He did one night stands, and would fuck on the first night-- but he didn't plan on Jason being any of that, especially not once he laid eyes on the younger male. They had been getting to know one another. It was a rocky start, but it was a work in progress.
This. This was something else entirely. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Losing his battle to rational thought, Max's hands slide beneath Jason's shirt and his nails dig into the other's side as their tongues collide. He releases a very pent up moan into the younger's mouth and pulls back to tug at Jason's full bottom lip.
When he finally pulls away, Max is breathless and doesn't reach for any more alcohol. He's already drunk enough. His head is spinning on alcohol and the way Jason's touching him, the way he tastes. Not lying, Max wants so much more, but it would be a sin to ask for it. He'd burn. He knows he would. Still, he stares into those eyes across from him and leans over. ]
If we stay here and do this we might end up breaking laws. I know I will break the law, and I shouldn't. Plus, it's about to get crowded in here. Way too crowded for me. I want you to myself tonight.
[ necking and collarbones would still be amazing, but it seems like they might be moving past that point pretty quickly. Jason's not drunk- he didn't even have his last shot cause Max kissed the fuck out of him before taking his own shot, but he's fine with that. Max was the one who needed it anyway.
maybe Max should know better than this, but Jason is just along for the ride. he doesn't want to be a one night stand, or anything close to that, but he also knows that he really just wants Max to stick around, or to let him stick around, so whatever works. and this? this definitely works.
he can feel Max's moan against his lips and kisses him deeper, harder, biting back into Max's lip to tug it into his mouth. he loves kissing, and Max is a damn good kisser. he could honestly do this all night. by the time the kiss breaks, Jason's lips are kiss swollen and his eyes are dark. he's clinging to Max in a possessive kinda way. maybe he should lighten it up, but maybe Max likes it. ]
Let's get outta here then. I'm not big on an audience when it comes to someone I wanna be with.
Good. [There was one more kiss taken before Max makes the move to untangle himself from Jason. His hands pull out of Jason's shirt, and he works to back away so that they can sit up straight in the booth and scoot out. It's painful to move, and walk. He still does his best, wrapping an arm around Jason as they leave.
Let it be known that Max really could take a lot more alcohol before he was truly drunk, but Jason makes his head spin in a really damn good way.
Maria glares at Max from the bar, and he gives her a look back that says to shut the fuck up and leave it be. They both had their own secrets, and she couldn't fault him for this, because fuck if there was any fault at all.
Tapping the hood of the truck when they make it outside, Max lets out a long breath, doing his best to settle his thoughts some for the ride home.]
[he untangles reluctantly as well, but the promise of more helps him slide out of that booth as well. maybe cause he's younger, he's a lot more used to dealing with his boner. it hardly bothers him at all, especially when Max puts an arm around him to lead him out of the bar. damn, he's smitten.
Jason's been abandoned more times than he can count, so to have someone's arm around him, solid like this... someone who actually wants him, and wants to stick around, it feels like gold.
his eyes are on no one but Max as they head out and towards the truck.]
I can drive us back no problem.
[he pulls the keys out of his pocket and dangles them for a moment before he leans up to steal another kiss. just to hold them over till then get to where they're going.]
[There's no doubt in Max's mind about how much he wants the younger male that's sitting next to him on the drive home, but he doesn't know how long he can keep him for. There's so much going on that he's keeping from almost everyone. Does he leave Roswell and go back to his home planet to try and rebuild it now that he knows he's the only one with the power to do so? He's the only one with the power to regrow it from scratch.
It's an immense decision, and one he shouldn't be making with a teenager riding next to him with stars in his eyes. Max is certain he's going to fuck this up, and disappoint one or both of them. He's pretty damn good at that, but he's running into this like a bull at a red cape waiting for the knife to flash out at the last moment and gash his side.
Back at Max's place, the alien exits the car with a little more control than when he entered it. He takes Jason's fingers instead of his whole body. He sets them up on the large couch in the living room instead of carting Jason off to his bedroom. Hurray for self-restraint.
That doesn't keep him from pulling Jason to him for another lip numbing kiss. Fuck if they don't already do that really well together. Sometimes it can take couples months before they get to that point. They did it in a matter of a few kisses. Both of them like bites, and Max really enjoys that-- he needs someone that's going to be able to take and give some of what he likes. ]
You really are a problem. A hot fucking problem, precious. What do you expect me to do with you. [With a hand, he pushes Jason down to the couch and straddles him, hovering over him with his arms braced on the back of the couch as he just looks.] touch me. Somewhere, anywhere you want to. Dealer's choice.
[Jason's trying hard not to think of much else but this. things don't ever work out for him, that's just how life goes, and that usually keeps his armor way up, not letting anyone in. he's taking a chance here and he knows it. he just couldn't help himself. something about those eyes.
he does speed this time, but the roads here are empty enough where he doesn't think he'll get shit for it, whether it's the cops or Max... or both. they get back to Max's place in probably record time. he smiles when Max takes his hand- it's such a soft, affectionate kind of thing that he loves.
soft and slow is what he really loved, but he has a feeling that's not how it's gonna go tonight and honestly he thinks he's fine with that. there's an electric spark running through him when they kiss, warming him so completely. this is the kind of passion he's been craving all his life. a connection like this that he hopes goes beyond just the physical.
with Max straddling his lap now, Jason gets a good look at him too.]
Sounds like the best kinda problem. You can do whatever you want with me.
[dangerous words, maybe, but Jason's definitely got stars in his eyes, and he's all in. he he doesn't hesitate to touch, tugging Max's shirt up, sliding his hands under and along his stomach, his abs, up the rest of his chest to flick his thumbs across the older man's nipples.]
[There's a time for soft and affectionate, and Max has a heart for that too even if it's still a little twisted around to the way he enjoys things. He's got a mind of his own when it comes to sex and how he enjoys it with men. Take and be taken, maybe it has to do with the hardness of their bodies or the deep musk that appeals to his darker senses.
Who knows, but there's also the heart of a poet that resides within Max, and he's always found himself about romance, and passion in every single one of its many splendid forms.
Tonight is only one step towards the song it carries, even if Max is trying to bury it beneath a hundred pillows. Once Jason lays down to sleep, Max should know that his precious will feel that tiny pea, for he really is that royal.
Max's body reacts instantly to Jason's touch, and the value of length he'd lost in the car is right back pressing tightly against his jeans. He drops his head to the young male's shoulder and sighs out boldly.]
Ah, fuck. You would say that, wouldn't you. Do you even have a sense of self preservation. I was not planning on doing this tonight. I don't normally do this when I first meet someone. I mean, I have, but not when it's ... like this... like you.
[Shit. he doesn't even know what he's really saying. Trying to explain that Jason isn't supposed to be a fling, or anything that started out as someone Max wanted to really fuck on their first night together, but the temptation now is too much to deny. It's way too much. Well, maybe he only needs a taste, or a touch. Maybe. Max leans back and pulls off his shirt. There's no reason not to now that they have the privacy of his house.
Fully sitting in Jason's lap now, he reaches down and pulls Jason's shirt off too. His hands run along Jason's sides, and he bows his head so that he can lick along his collarbone, sucking here and there, always pulling hard enough to leave marks, carelessly sliding along with his tongue and teeth as he does, obviously desperately needy in the way he goes about it.]
[Jason was definitely surprised when Max told him everything he was into. very different from the things he ever thought he'd like, but Max is right, he hasn't actually done a lot. not even close to having the experience Max has. that doesn't mean he won't try, though. doesn't mean he won't be into it. he already loves those possessive, biting kisses, and is happy to return them in kind.
it's often how people thing Jason is too. he tends to hide the romantic inside of him because he knows what people can do with that. he knows how they can use his softness against him. he doesn't know Max that well, but he has a feeling it won't be like that with him. he hopes not, anyway.
Jason turns his face in against Max's when his head drops down, kissing into his hair.]
Like me...?
[he can't help but ask, because it's so rare that anyone thinks of him as anything else, anything more.]
I don't usually do this either. Like, not ever. I don't want this to just be a one time thing.
[too much, too fast maybe. he doesn't want to scare Max away, but it seems like they're both struggling with the same kinda thing. like maybe Max will understand what he's saying, cause he's saying the same thing.
his hands travel up the length of Max's beautiful body when the shirt comes off, and he only stops touching long enough so his own shirt can come off and then his hands are back on Max, trying to touch every last inch of skin he can manage.
the bites to his collarbone make him moan, his head falling back against the couch a bit as he rolls his hips u slowly, pressing against Max with yet another moan.]
[If Max hadn't loved Liz so fucking hard then maybe he'd be different, but he did. He loved her from the time he was in grade school until his first dying breath, and even beyond when she resurrected him. They had so many differences, and being together was so fucking hard. He wanted to marry her, he swore he did-- but. yeah. The first time they split, Max fell for a man. He fell so hard.
It was that man that taught him all about enjoying the other sex. Max had no idea he was even bisexual before then. They were possessive and obsessive over one another to the point of sealing love with blood and cum. Violence in the middle of sex was as beautiful as the tender moments afterwards. Then the other man left. He was gone as quick as he had come into Max's life, and Liz moved home and once more Max's life was filled with tender love as he'd remembered.
That love set him on edge. It set him on edge to the point that he almost hurt her everytime they touched. He could burn her alive if he wasn't careful. Possession was something she didn't want. She was so very independent. This. This is/was Max's story.
It's what moves him as he stares down at Jason, and wants so much but is terrified to take that first real step. So much could happen. He does know that he won't stop tonight, even if he didn't want it to be like this-- even if Jason was never meant to matter like this.
Max's mouth moves back to take Jason's and this time it's a little more gentle, lip plays against lip and his tongue flicks out between them to catch and tease Jason's tongue, making it a game so that max smiles.]
You weren't allowed to matter, Jason. I didn't want you to matter. I either fuck someone and let them go, or ... or they really matter and I have sex. You're somewhere in this murky middle and I don't know what to do, except want you. I really, really want you.
[There's no fear in Max's eyes, and there's a struggle, and sometimes Max runs from himself but not tonight. Tonight he chases those moans, pressing his hips back down firmly against Jason's, pushing his hardness against the young male's stomach. One hand reaches between them and flicks open the button on Jason's denim, and Max thumbs over the top of whatever erection settles upward, be it clothed or not.
He bites again on Jason's shoulder, this time harder but only at the same time that he palms down along the zipperline of Jason's jeans, mixing along that pleasure/pain barrier as fine as it gets.] You're so gorgeous. All of you. I want to fuck all of you precious.
[ maybe at one point Max can tell Jason his story... if they get there. Jason hasn't had those kinds of experiences yet and honestly he doesn't think he ever will. he's not sure he's meant for that kind of intensity, that kind of love. he mostly doesn't think he deserves it.
if they slowed down he'd be ok with it, he'd be happy with all of this the way it is. but god, he doesn't want to stop either. no one's ever held on to him like this before. no one's ever kissed him like this before either. Jason kisses back, smiling a little at the softness that's there now. he nips at Max's lips playfully, teasing right back with those flicks of his tongue.
those words of Max's would sting a little if they weren't followed by more sweet kisses. he's mostly glad that Max isn't freaking out on him right now though, or wanting this to be a one time thing, even if he's not sure what this is, or could be. even if he's in some sort of murky middle. ]
I want you too. I don't want you to let me go.
[Jason says quietly as he drags his nails up lightly along Max's back, tilting his head so he can kiss along his jaw. he wants to keep going, but that bite to his shoulder has him gasping hard, head falling back again as his hands sliding down over Max's ass and he pushes up against the other's hand.
of course he's wearing underwear. like he said, he wasn't planning on doing this tonight either. he thought maybe a few drinks, making out until Max forgot all his problems, and then he'd be heading back. but now? he can't imagine anything other than this right here, with someone who thinks that maybe he matters. someone who calls him precious.]
[Maybe one day Max will share all of his story, the alien part and everything. Even if aliens are a thing where Jason's from-- here, being an alien gets one killed and Max is so used to keeping his secret that he doesn't know how to freely share that kind of thing.
Slowing down isn't in his wheelhouse either. If he'd been someone else, or maybe even at a different point in his life he might have thought about it. This all hit so quickly, and the attraction is too intense to deny.
At least Jason didn't flip out about the bite, or the bruise it would leave in the morning, the definite impression of human teeth that would be sore over the next few days as it healed.
Holding Jason's thinly clothed erection in his palm Max opens his mouth--] Are you--
[but then jason tells Max to keep going, and the alien knows that Jason means it. He's certain that there's no stopping this, because once it goes past this point, Max won't stop unless he gets a direct no, red, and stop.]
If you really need me to stop, don't just say stop, use the color red, okay? I get in my head and I might not hear you unless you say that now and then.
[there's another warning on his lips, but it dies. If something happens alien-wise, Max will cross that bridge when they get there. Instead, he licks softly over the bite on the younger male's shoulder treating it with little gentle caresses of his tongue.
Then without another thought, Max flips open the button on his own jeans and downs the zipper revealing that there's nothing beneath them but milky white flesh. It wasn't like he was looking to get laid, but that's how he happened to go out tonight.
His dick springs free and rests hard and straight against his stomach, the tip shines with the anxiety of everything to come. Watching those beautiful eyes below him, he slides his hand down jason's chest and lifts his hand to suck on each of his fingers, licking over the digits before releasing them. From there, he takes that same hand and wraps it around his throbbing cock with a moan. Max keeps his eyes locked on those across from him still, making sure there's no release. Slowly he moves both their hands in an agonizing glide up and down.] Oh fuck, Jason. You are so precious. My god.
[He moans, and after a few more strokes his hips surge forward into their combined hands, where he stops and moves them to Jason's pants.] Now you.
[ Jason knows how that goes. it's hard to change how to protect yourself when that's all you've ever known. there doesn't need to be any of that now, though. they're all in right now, in so many other ways, and Jason has already let some walls down tonight. enough to let this connection of theirs thrive.
he loves the bite... more than he ever thought he might. it feels good, intense and maybe now he understands a bit of that possessiveness. it feels good to know that he can look in the mirror tomorrow and remember how much someone wants him to be theirs. hopefully for more than just one night.
he can't help but rock against Max's hand when it presses against his hardon, feeling dizzy with how good it all feels. ]
If I want you to stop I'll say red. Okay.
[but he knows he won't want that. not with the way, Max opens his pants to let his cock out and takes Jason's hand. he bites his lip as he watches Max suck on his fingers, his free hand dragging along the waistband of Max's pants to push them down just a little more. he can't help but let out his own low moan as his fingers wrap around Max's cock, and he helps him stroke. Max feels so good in his hand- heavy and hot and nearly throbbing with desire as he strokes up and down, squeezing just a bit. Max looks amazing looking down at him, rocking his hips into their combined hands. it's a beautiful full and he's fully ready to keep on going with this, till Max leads his hand back to his own pants.]
Fuck... okay.
[he shifts a bit to push his pants down a little more, then his underwear, pulling his hard cock out. the tips is already wet with precum, aching to be touched. he moves his hand back to Max's cock though, tugging it down to press against his with a groan.]
[It feels good to let things go, to let himself feel for the first time in what seems like forever. Max doesn't know why he's doing it with Jason, but he is. It'll probably scream his downfall one day, but he's strong. It's not like he hasn't come back from death and near death numerous times.
It's like magic watching someone as you start to take possession of them, as you start to control their passion, need, hunger even. It's pure erotica watching Jason as his lips become fuller and darker. His eyes take on a slightly deeper hue, and his cheeks flush with the heat inherent in want like this.
All of it because he placed fingertips around his erection and set them to move. Max's own eyes darken and once more lights flicker around them. He needs to get better control on how he's feeling or it could give away more than he wants to tonight.
That's another reason he moves things over to Jason, but then the younger male changes things and combines their hands to rub their cocks together, slicking them with combined pre-cum as joined hands rub them up and down. It's not fast or heated, but slow and almost painful as the nerves send signals like wild to the pleasure centers in the brain asking for more, harder, faster, deeper, further.
Pulling up a drop of their combined cum, Max puts it in his mouth and sucks it off, then he gathers another drop after squeezing their erections together to milk it out and holds it up to Jason's mouth.] Taste us. Taste how we are together. Know our flavor, how I am when I am only with you and you are only with me. Me alone.
[ whatever it is between the two of them, Jason knows it's something good. it's different, and electric and it makes him feel things he hasn't ever really felt before. Max might be the death of him too.
if Jason was in his right mind right now he'd notice the lights flickering in the same way as they did at the bar, but he's so far from making any sense of things right now. he's lost in Max's gaze, in his touch instead. it's right where he wants to be.
he laces his fingers with Max's and curls them around both their cocks, stroking slow and languid, just feeling it all out. it's overwhelming, but it isn't enough, all at the same time, especially when he gets to watch Max suck the precum from his finger. it's the hottest thing he's ever seen. when Max offers it to him in turn, Jason slides his tongue around those fingers to lick it off, letting out a low, almost pained moan at the taste, at those words. those fucking beautiful words that curl around his insides. they do him in real good, and he has to squeeze the base of his cock to keep from coming right then and there. ]
Only with you.
[he breathes out before he leans up to press his lips against Max's, licking at them to taste the two of them there together as well.]
[There is electricity in the air and it ripples along Max's skin. He has to close his eyes and consciously force his powers down. He doesn't need any blue sparks or fire ruining their moment. Nor does he need to accidentally handprint Jason right now.
There's a part of him that would love to share the intensity that it would bring, but he doesn't want to risk everything for this yet. He doesn't even know what this is. Max has always followed his gut, but feelings like this-- this quickly should never be trusted, should they? Thank god it's not a thought he can follow, because as soon as he's calmed the storm, Jason's pulling that slick between those two suckable lips and leaning over to take max's mouth.
Releasing the hold that Max has on them, He plants his nails into Jason's back and pulls them upward in dull lines while they kiss. His tongue licks over and across Jason's taking and tasting the come that was just there. He likes to know that he's the one drawing out this feeling, this bitter salty liquid from Jason's cock, and he's going to be the one to make the other come.
It will be his dick inside Jason before too long.] Stay. [He mutters against their lips, leaning over to kiss the side of Jason's neck quickly, and disappears into his room. He returns with a bottle and sets it next to them, before he kneels in front of Jason. Parting the young man's legs, he lifts one and licks at Jason's ankle bone, sucking around the tender spot, moving next to behind his knee. Max whispers soft kisses there, and blows over them with his heated breath and a touch of electricity that's barely perceptible.
Next he takes to Jason's thigh, and begins low and here he proceeds to mark the other with hickies and bite marks all the way up to the spot above his femoral artery. It's here he pauses. ] Tell me if this gets to be too much. [Max's eyes focus on Jason's as he begins to lower his head again, wanting to be careful at this point.]
[ if there was anyone Max could trust, it would be Jason, but they sure as hell don't know each other well enough for such deep secrets. Jason would like to get to know Max so much better, though.
feelings like this should never be trusted, but they're overwhelming right now, and all rational thought seems to have left Jason... but maybe Max too. if they're on the same page though, then maybe it's alright. it can be alright for as long as it's not, and that's all Jason can hope for as he kisses Max so deeply, tasting every part of him that he can.
Jason nods, licking his lips when Max breaks the kiss and tells him to stay. it's rare that someone can render Jason speechless, with no quips or smart ass remarks coming out of his mouth. that's exactly how he feels right now though. while Max is gone, Jason kicks off his pants completely, letting his fingers run up his shaft. he can still feel Max's fingers there too, along with the bite on his neck. he touches that too, but quickly removes his hand when Max comes back. it seems too sentimental just yet.
Max is quick to move back to him and with the bottle in hand, Jason realizes they're really going to do this. he wonders if he should tell Max that he's never done it with a guy before, but maybe Max has already figured it out. he doesn't have much time to think about it though, as Max is running his tongue along his skin. he sucks in soft breaths at the sensitive spots, and he wonders how he never knew how sensitive all these other parts are too. his fingers slide into Max's hair when he moves his mouth to his thigh, reveling in just how good those bites are, and how Max doesn't even hesitate to leave marks.]
It's not too much... but I'll tell you if it is.
[he assures Max, because he knows it's important to let him know.]
[There might have been a second Max stood at his door and watched Jason touch himself, knowing that he was thinking about Max, but when he touched the bite, Max couldn't sit still. It was too much. He had to be there, had to be touching Jason again. He had to be tasting and marking him up, making this beautiful creature his. How Max ever got this lucky he will never ever know, but for some reason Jason looked into his eyes and saw him and that was enough.
Licking his lips again, Max smiles at the compliment. Things are only as good as the people they are between he thinks, and then tables that thought in favor of licking along the side of Jason's cock once. He doesn't stay there long. He moves back to that one space on Jason's leg and layers saliva over it with his tongue.
God the flesh tastes so good, and he knows that he doesn't have to do this, but he wants it. He wants this taste of Jason so badly. His mouth pulls on the tender skin there and he sucks at it, biting around it. Not many people know that if they suck on skin hard enough, they can break enough capillaries to bring blood to the surface and through the skin, and the longer one sucks, the more blood flows. Max does, and he knows that teeth only encourage it by pinching the skin tighter and making it flow even quicker. It's a kink he's only shared with one other, but he wants it with Jason, needs it with Jason...
So when he feels the copper hit his tongue, he runs his hand along Jason's dick and strokes it softly, slowly, and takes a little nub of precum on his finger. With that he brings his digit forward and presses it skillfully and carefully until it slides around the tight rings of Jason's entrance. It's still mostly guarded by the couch beneath the young male, but he pushes between Jason's cheeks while he's still got his thigh in his mouth, while he's still tasting Jason's blood, and works to get a finger inside him.
Only once he's managed to push past that first tight ring of muscle and wholly inside Jason does he pull away. He needed that feeling of being inside the other for at least a second. Pulling away though, he immediately licks the tip of Jason's dick and takes in the head to lick and swallow around, drinking up the flavor of blood and cum in his mouth like the depraved, hungry, obsessed man that he is.] Fuck. You taste like god. I haven't tasted that...
[Max moans, and runs his hand over his own cock a few times, stopping in mid-stroke so that he can kiss the younger man hard, desperately, eagerly even. He can't explain what he's feeling now, only that is a true hunger and a pain like need for intimacy that is almost impossible to describe. ]
[Max's tongue running up his length has his cock twitching eagerly, and Jason's hand tightens in Max's hair. it's already so good, having Max between his legs like this, taking his time so wonderfully. it makes Jason feel all kinda of good, like this isn't something to be rushed through. precious.
the way Max sucks at his thigh, pulling his skin between his teeth... he knows it's going to leave a mark and he loves the thought of it. like the bite on his neck, he knows he'll be running his fingers along the bruised flesh over and over again when they're apart. eventually the intensity of the sucking makes him gasp, but nothing brings a sound out of him more than the way Max's finger pushes into him.
Max's mouth, his fingers, they're taking him apart in the best kind of way. he feels like he's loosing himself in this and he wants to.]
Max...
[he breathes out when that finger leaves him, but the sensation is replaced with Max's mouth on his cock and he moans, body arching up off the couch just a little as he tries to get closer.
everything is just a tease though, but Jason doesn't mind because he's kissing Max again, arm sliding around his neck to pull him closer, his other hand sliding down between them to wrap around the other's cock. he wants to touch, he wants to be closer, he's being pulled in every direction and he's never felt better in his entire life.]
[The taste of blood and cum rolls between them, mixed on tongues as they glide along on a shared plane of desire and want. If Max is pulling Jason apart, the alien has already fallen to pieces between the younger man's legs as he took exactly what he needed from the pliant and all too willing. The feeling of Jason's hand around Max's cock only fuel's the ex-cop's insaitable need.
Hips jut forward and thrust with silent abandon. ] You're so fucking beautiful.
[Forehead to forehead, Max pants out his words keeping his eyes locked on Jason's face as he brings up one hand to caress over a damp and rosy cheek.] Why do you have to be so fucking beautiful like this. What are you doing to me. [He inquires not for the first or last time today.]
[Taking himself lower, Max finds where Jason's heart beats and sets his teeth and mouth to it, initiating another intimate mark, this time one that he'd hesitated to make on anyone he'd not shared a true relationship with. The bond isn't his tightest one yet, but that he would only make with one he loved truly. This is possessive, and he has no right to take it, but he does anyhow. Max takes the spot above Jason's heart and makes it his. He knows he can only renew it for so long, but for now as the blood flows into his mouth, he knows that it will remain while Jason is in Roswell.
Once more, as he takes the mark, he uses a small bit of precum to lubricate his finger and press it inside Jason.
This time he keeps it there after he pulls his mouth away, lips red with Jason's blood. Mass pulls his finger back a tiny bit and pushes it back in, and then once more before working it inside with a curl through the muscles, tipping his finger a little so he can stretch the entrance. Hissing as the muscles cling and work around finger, knowing that they'll do the same to his cock. Through the entirety of it all Max never once lets his eyes leave Jason's, dark orbs watch the other closely. ] Look at me. Look at me while I'm inside you. I want you to remember that it's me who is inside you and no one else, precious. No one else can fill you like I can. Remember that. Not even with just a finger.
[It's a brag that he doesn't make humbly. Max knows his skill in the bedroom, and there's more that he will have to share one day that would make this the most erotic and intense experience of Jason's life, but for tonight. It's them, only them, and Max will make Jason remember this moment for the rest of his life-- because fuck if Max will ever forget it.]
[ is it always supposed to feel like this? Jason's pretty sure it wouldn't, not with anyone else. this is intensely special and intimate, even though they've really only just met, and Jason wants to hold on to it for as long as possible. fuck, he already doesn't want to let Max go.
for now he doesn't have to as he holds on to Max, hand stroking up and down his cock almost teasingly, but it's hard to keep things that way when those hips thrust forward, and Jason wants to give Max anything he wants. ]
Fuck, so are you. You're fucking gorgeous.
[his eyes don't leave Max's, even as he tilts his face into his hand. such a soft, sweet caress with that intense look of desire has Jason's heart pounding in his chest. maybe Max can feel that under his lips when he puts his mouth there, just above his heart. again, Jason doesn't expect what's coming, and Max manages to pull another deep moan from him when he starts sucking on his skin. what are you doing to me? Max asks, but it feels like Max is the one pulling him apart in the best kind of way.
it's possessive, and yet Jason wants to give it all to him without question. when Max's slick finger moves back down between then, pressing inside of him, Jason knows he absolutely will. it feels weird, and tight, but good, and Jason rocks his hips down a little to test things out. Max's fingers are skilled, and Jason knows how damn lucky he is to have this- to have Max be the first one to open him up completely.]
I wouldn't look at anything else but you. Anyone else but you. I want you to make me feel it so I never forget what it feels like to have you inside of me.
[he says breathlessly, letting out soft gasps in between as Max keeps working his fingers inside of him.]
[It's almost cruel to demand such a tribute, to make Jason promise such things to Max. Words are on his lips to say something different, but the trust in the younger male's eyes keep his mouth silent.
It's the next statement though that hits Max like a winter wind right through his foreign heart. Shit He should have known. He should have been prepared for this. There was every indication that Jason was inexperienced. Max had only been wishing on a wind and a prayer that Jason had been through this before, and to go through Max's brand of what he considered depraved and slightly disturbed desire was not what he wished for the younger man on his first time with a man.
It was a bond that would hold them together forever and Max knew that now. He'd asked for it, and he was going to get it. Jason would remember Max's fingers, and the brands that Max placed-- because Max remembered the fingers and brands from the man he had fallen for that very first night they were together. How had he not seen the similarity. ] Fuck. Jason. Precious. Oh beautiful. I would have been ....
[he twists the finger inside Jason and pulls it out, reaching for the lubricant to offer something more gentle to work the younger male's ass open with. Max was going to say that he might have been softer, or not have labeled him with teeth and tongue, but this changed nothing. The feelings were all still there. Bowing his head, he kissed the head of Jason's cock, and licked through the heavy drop of cum that was about to spill over.]
I would do this all the same. I won't lie. I want you to always remember me as your first, as the man who took this from you and I promise I will never forget this either.
[Never in his existence has it been more difficult to keep from laying a hand print on someone, and yet he still refrained. Inhaling deeply, Max carefully kissed along the edges of Jason's hips as he went to work pressing one digit and then another inside Jason. He curled his fingers working to edge along those tight inward muscles until he could find that singular magical spot. Max needed Jason to feel that -- needed him to cry out beneath him even before he plunged his cock inside]
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His bottom lip once more slips between his teeth in apprehension, waiting for the heat of Jason's mouth, his tongue as it swirls around the dark nipple and tiny bud. It's already taunt and waiting. Max blows out a low and long breath, fighting a moan. A light nearby flickers above them, but he doesn't pay it any heed. ] Hot damn you've not only got great lips, but a tongue on you...
[It's all he manages before Jason's back there, licking up the salt and then at his mouth. Max spits out the lime after and grabs the other male's shirt, pulling him in and collecting those incredibly full lips with his own again. This time he enjoys them, he envelops them over and under, exploring Jason's flavor, savoring the lime, salt and little bit of tequila mixed with everything inherently Jason. The lights flicker again right before he breaks away.] I needed a little bit more of that. You'll have to excuse me. I seem to have broken the rules.
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he smirks at Max when he compliments his mouth, keeping his gaze locked with his as he gets that taste of him. he doesn't really want the lime, so he's pretty damn thrilled when Max spits it out and he gets those lips instead. Jason moves right into his space, hand sliding up his side as he kisses back slow and deep, tongue pressing in to taste and explore in a way he didn't get to before. the kiss is just as thrilling and there's definitely and intense spark there- appropriate with how the lights flicker, but he doesn't pay any attention to that. how can he, when he's just been kissed so wonderfully. ]
Hey, I like breaking the rules. Especially if I get kissed like that.
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[Painfully honest, Max had no intentions of doing anything beyond what Jason had set in his mind. He didn't really know what the other had done sexually, but from his understanding during their texting Max didn't feel like there was wide variety of experience-- certainly not to Max's level. Tonight had gone from zero to wanting to lay the other down in his bed and do unspeakable things in a time and way that the alien hadn't expected, or experienced with anyone in a long time.
It was refreshing and a little frightening. A part of him wanted to back-pedal, but the other part wanted to do everything his mind was thinking about.
Thankfully Roswell is still a small town, and in the middle of the week, the bar doesn't get so crowded before a certain hour. They had about a half hour left. Max was gonna make good on at least this shot. Shaking his head as he lifted Jason's shirt, he hummed at the good fortune laid before him.
His tongue slurped in quick little pointed strips across his areola, and then rolled in a languid swirl around the whole thing so that he could pull away and place the salt. That done he went back to work, lapping from left to right and sucking hard at the end, pulling Jason's whole nipple into his mouth and drinking it way back so it was hard and tight against his lips before he put his teeth to it. Only then did he release it with a smile. ]
What did you think?
[said a second before he dunked the shot, and took a small kiss before stealing a lime from the table lining Jason's lips with it and then licking it off, working his way into another kiss. God this was so fucking addicting. It was like heroin on a good day.]
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Going to the bathroom to jack off seems kinda like a waste.
[but then what? he's never really thought of himself as a fuck on the first date kinda guy. definitely not a one night stand with a random stranger kind of person either. but damn, there's just something about Max... something about his voice, his eyes, the way he looks at him that has Jason feeling weak and wanting more.
Max is hard and Jason's definitely there too, and now his shirt is getting lifted up again, and fuck, Max has got a talented tongue too. he has to bite back a moan, fingers still curled around the other man's side, fingers digging in now as his nipple gets sucked on. he swears, Max has a thing for doing it in public places, because they might as well be minutes away from fucking. it's a losing battle, trying to keep quiet, and when Max bites his nipple, he does let out a moan, thankfully drowned out by the music, but Max is definitely close enough to hear it.]
Fuck...
[Jason gasps after that, and it's all he gets to say before Max is lining his lips and then kissing him again. Max is something else. Jason kisses him back deeply, his free hand sliding into his hair, tugging him just a little closer so he can dip deeper into his mouth.]
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He should really know better than this. He did one night stands, and would fuck on the first night-- but he didn't plan on Jason being any of that, especially not once he laid eyes on the younger male. They had been getting to know one another. It was a rocky start, but it was a work in progress.
This. This was something else entirely. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Losing his battle to rational thought, Max's hands slide beneath Jason's shirt and his nails dig into the other's side as their tongues collide. He releases a very pent up moan into the younger's mouth and pulls back to tug at Jason's full bottom lip.
When he finally pulls away, Max is breathless and doesn't reach for any more alcohol. He's already drunk enough. His head is spinning on alcohol and the way Jason's touching him, the way he tastes. Not lying, Max wants so much more, but it would be a sin to ask for it. He'd burn. He knows he would. Still, he stares into those eyes across from him and leans over. ]
If we stay here and do this we might end up breaking laws. I know I will break the law, and I shouldn't. Plus, it's about to get crowded in here. Way too crowded for me. I want you to myself tonight.
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maybe Max should know better than this, but Jason is just along for the ride. he doesn't want to be a one night stand, or anything close to that, but he also knows that he really just wants Max to stick around, or to let him stick around, so whatever works. and this? this definitely works.
he can feel Max's moan against his lips and kisses him deeper, harder, biting back into Max's lip to tug it into his mouth. he loves kissing, and Max is a damn good kisser. he could honestly do this all night. by the time the kiss breaks, Jason's lips are kiss swollen and his eyes are dark. he's clinging to Max in a possessive kinda way. maybe he should lighten it up, but maybe Max likes it. ]
Let's get outta here then. I'm not big on an audience when it comes to someone I wanna be with.
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Let it be known that Max really could take a lot more alcohol before he was truly drunk, but Jason makes his head spin in a really damn good way.
Maria glares at Max from the bar, and he gives her a look back that says to shut the fuck up and leave it be. They both had their own secrets, and she couldn't fault him for this, because fuck if there was any fault at all.
Tapping the hood of the truck when they make it outside, Max lets out a long breath, doing his best to settle his thoughts some for the ride home.]
You gonna drive us back, or you want me to?
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Jason's been abandoned more times than he can count, so to have someone's arm around him, solid like this... someone who actually wants him, and wants to stick around, it feels like gold.
his eyes are on no one but Max as they head out and towards the truck.]
I can drive us back no problem.
[he pulls the keys out of his pocket and dangles them for a moment before he leans up to steal another kiss. just to hold them over till then get to where they're going.]
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It's an immense decision, and one he shouldn't be making with a teenager riding next to him with stars in his eyes. Max is certain he's going to fuck this up, and disappoint one or both of them. He's pretty damn good at that, but he's running into this like a bull at a red cape waiting for the knife to flash out at the last moment and gash his side.
Back at Max's place, the alien exits the car with a little more control than when he entered it. He takes Jason's fingers instead of his whole body. He sets them up on the large couch in the living room instead of carting Jason off to his bedroom. Hurray for self-restraint.
That doesn't keep him from pulling Jason to him for another lip numbing kiss. Fuck if they don't already do that really well together. Sometimes it can take couples months before they get to that point. They did it in a matter of a few kisses. Both of them like bites, and Max really enjoys that-- he needs someone that's going to be able to take and give some of what he likes. ]
You really are a problem. A hot fucking problem, precious. What do you expect me to do with you. [With a hand, he pushes Jason down to the couch and straddles him, hovering over him with his arms braced on the back of the couch as he just looks.] touch me. Somewhere, anywhere you want to. Dealer's choice.
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he does speed this time, but the roads here are empty enough where he doesn't think he'll get shit for it, whether it's the cops or Max... or both. they get back to Max's place in probably record time. he smiles when Max takes his hand- it's such a soft, affectionate kind of thing that he loves.
soft and slow is what he really loved, but he has a feeling that's not how it's gonna go tonight and honestly he thinks he's fine with that. there's an electric spark running through him when they kiss, warming him so completely. this is the kind of passion he's been craving all his life. a connection like this that he hopes goes beyond just the physical.
with Max straddling his lap now, Jason gets a good look at him too.]
Sounds like the best kinda problem. You can do whatever you want with me.
[dangerous words, maybe, but Jason's definitely got stars in his eyes, and he's all in. he he doesn't hesitate to touch, tugging Max's shirt up, sliding his hands under and along his stomach, his abs, up the rest of his chest to flick his thumbs across the older man's nipples.]
Touch me too. Anywhere. Please.
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Who knows, but there's also the heart of a poet that resides within Max, and he's always found himself about romance, and passion in every single one of its many splendid forms.
Tonight is only one step towards the song it carries, even if Max is trying to bury it beneath a hundred pillows. Once Jason lays down to sleep, Max should know that his precious will feel that tiny pea, for he really is that royal.
Max's body reacts instantly to Jason's touch, and the value of length he'd lost in the car is right back pressing tightly against his jeans. He drops his head to the young male's shoulder and sighs out boldly.]
Ah, fuck. You would say that, wouldn't you. Do you even have a sense of self preservation. I was not planning on doing this tonight. I don't normally do this when I first meet someone. I mean, I have, but not when it's ... like this... like you.
[Shit. he doesn't even know what he's really saying. Trying to explain that Jason isn't supposed to be a fling, or anything that started out as someone Max wanted to really fuck on their first night together, but the temptation now is too much to deny. It's way too much. Well, maybe he only needs a taste, or a touch. Maybe. Max leans back and pulls off his shirt. There's no reason not to now that they have the privacy of his house.
Fully sitting in Jason's lap now, he reaches down and pulls Jason's shirt off too. His hands run along Jason's sides, and he bows his head so that he can lick along his collarbone, sucking here and there, always pulling hard enough to leave marks, carelessly sliding along with his tongue and teeth as he does, obviously desperately needy in the way he goes about it.]
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it's often how people thing Jason is too. he tends to hide the romantic inside of him because he knows what people can do with that. he knows how they can use his softness against him. he doesn't know Max that well, but he has a feeling it won't be like that with him. he hopes not, anyway.
Jason turns his face in against Max's when his head drops down, kissing into his hair.]
Like me...?
[he can't help but ask, because it's so rare that anyone thinks of him as anything else, anything more.]
I don't usually do this either. Like, not ever. I don't want this to just be a one time thing.
[too much, too fast maybe. he doesn't want to scare Max away, but it seems like they're both struggling with the same kinda thing. like maybe Max will understand what he's saying, cause he's saying the same thing.
his hands travel up the length of Max's beautiful body when the shirt comes off, and he only stops touching long enough so his own shirt can come off and then his hands are back on Max, trying to touch every last inch of skin he can manage.
the bites to his collarbone make him moan, his head falling back against the couch a bit as he rolls his hips u slowly, pressing against Max with yet another moan.]
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It was that man that taught him all about enjoying the other sex. Max had no idea he was even bisexual before then. They were possessive and obsessive over one another to the point of sealing love with blood and cum. Violence in the middle of sex was as beautiful as the tender moments afterwards. Then the other man left. He was gone as quick as he had come into Max's life, and Liz moved home and once more Max's life was filled with tender love as he'd remembered.
That love set him on edge. It set him on edge to the point that he almost hurt her everytime they touched. He could burn her alive if he wasn't careful. Possession was something she didn't want. She was so very independent. This. This is/was Max's story.
It's what moves him as he stares down at Jason, and wants so much but is terrified to take that first real step. So much could happen. He does know that he won't stop tonight, even if he didn't want it to be like this-- even if Jason was never meant to matter like this.
Max's mouth moves back to take Jason's and this time it's a little more gentle, lip plays against lip and his tongue flicks out between them to catch and tease Jason's tongue, making it a game so that max smiles.]
You weren't allowed to matter, Jason. I didn't want you to matter. I either fuck someone and let them go, or ... or they really matter and I have sex. You're somewhere in this murky middle and I don't know what to do, except want you. I really, really want you.
[There's no fear in Max's eyes, and there's a struggle, and sometimes Max runs from himself but not tonight. Tonight he chases those moans, pressing his hips back down firmly against Jason's, pushing his hardness against the young male's stomach. One hand reaches between them and flicks open the button on Jason's denim, and Max thumbs over the top of whatever erection settles upward, be it clothed or not.
He bites again on Jason's shoulder, this time harder but only at the same time that he palms down along the zipperline of Jason's jeans, mixing along that pleasure/pain barrier as fine as it gets.] You're so gorgeous. All of you. I want to fuck all of you precious.
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if they slowed down he'd be ok with it, he'd be happy with all of this the way it is. but god, he doesn't want to stop either. no one's ever held on to him like this before. no one's ever kissed him like this before either. Jason kisses back, smiling a little at the softness that's there now. he nips at Max's lips playfully, teasing right back with those flicks of his tongue.
those words of Max's would sting a little if they weren't followed by more sweet kisses. he's mostly glad that Max isn't freaking out on him right now though, or wanting this to be a one time thing, even if he's not sure what this is, or could be. even if he's in some sort of murky middle. ]
I want you too. I don't want you to let me go.
[Jason says quietly as he drags his nails up lightly along Max's back, tilting his head so he can kiss along his jaw. he wants to keep going, but that bite to his shoulder has him gasping hard, head falling back again as his hands sliding down over Max's ass and he pushes up against the other's hand.
of course he's wearing underwear. like he said, he wasn't planning on doing this tonight either. he thought maybe a few drinks, making out until Max forgot all his problems, and then he'd be heading back. but now? he can't imagine anything other than this right here, with someone who thinks that maybe he matters. someone who calls him precious.]
Keep going. I want you to keep going.
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Slowing down isn't in his wheelhouse either. If he'd been someone else, or maybe even at a different point in his life he might have thought about it. This all hit so quickly, and the attraction is too intense to deny.
At least Jason didn't flip out about the bite, or the bruise it would leave in the morning, the definite impression of human teeth that would be sore over the next few days as it healed.
Holding Jason's thinly clothed erection in his palm Max opens his mouth--] Are you--
[but then jason tells Max to keep going, and the alien knows that Jason means it. He's certain that there's no stopping this, because once it goes past this point, Max won't stop unless he gets a direct no, red, and stop.]
If you really need me to stop, don't just say stop, use the color red, okay? I get in my head and I might not hear you unless you say that now and then.
[there's another warning on his lips, but it dies. If something happens alien-wise, Max will cross that bridge when they get there. Instead, he licks softly over the bite on the younger male's shoulder treating it with little gentle caresses of his tongue.
Then without another thought, Max flips open the button on his own jeans and downs the zipper revealing that there's nothing beneath them but milky white flesh. It wasn't like he was looking to get laid, but that's how he happened to go out tonight.
His dick springs free and rests hard and straight against his stomach, the tip shines with the anxiety of everything to come. Watching those beautiful eyes below him, he slides his hand down jason's chest and lifts his hand to suck on each of his fingers, licking over the digits before releasing them. From there, he takes that same hand and wraps it around his throbbing cock with a moan. Max keeps his eyes locked on those across from him still, making sure there's no release. Slowly he moves both their hands in an agonizing glide up and down.] Oh fuck, Jason. You are so precious. My god.
[He moans, and after a few more strokes his hips surge forward into their combined hands, where he stops and moves them to Jason's pants.] Now you.
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he loves the bite... more than he ever thought he might. it feels good, intense and maybe now he understands a bit of that possessiveness. it feels good to know that he can look in the mirror tomorrow and remember how much someone wants him to be theirs. hopefully for more than just one night.
he can't help but rock against Max's hand when it presses against his hardon, feeling dizzy with how good it all feels. ]
If I want you to stop I'll say red. Okay.
[but he knows he won't want that. not with the way, Max opens his pants to let his cock out and takes Jason's hand. he bites his lip as he watches Max suck on his fingers, his free hand dragging along the waistband of Max's pants to push them down just a little more. he can't help but let out his own low moan as his fingers wrap around Max's cock, and he helps him stroke. Max feels so good in his hand- heavy and hot and nearly throbbing with desire as he strokes up and down, squeezing just a bit. Max looks amazing looking down at him, rocking his hips into their combined hands. it's a beautiful full and he's fully ready to keep on going with this, till Max leads his hand back to his own pants.]
Fuck... okay.
[he shifts a bit to push his pants down a little more, then his underwear, pulling his hard cock out. the tips is already wet with precum, aching to be touched. he moves his hand back to Max's cock though, tugging it down to press against his with a groan.]
God, that's good. That's so fucking good.
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It's like magic watching someone as you start to take possession of them, as you start to control their passion, need, hunger even. It's pure erotica watching Jason as his lips become fuller and darker. His eyes take on a slightly deeper hue, and his cheeks flush with the heat inherent in want like this.
All of it because he placed fingertips around his erection and set them to move. Max's own eyes darken and once more lights flicker around them. He needs to get better control on how he's feeling or it could give away more than he wants to tonight.
That's another reason he moves things over to Jason, but then the younger male changes things and combines their hands to rub their cocks together, slicking them with combined pre-cum as joined hands rub them up and down. It's not fast or heated, but slow and almost painful as the nerves send signals like wild to the pleasure centers in the brain asking for more, harder, faster, deeper, further.
Pulling up a drop of their combined cum, Max puts it in his mouth and sucks it off, then he gathers another drop after squeezing their erections together to milk it out and holds it up to Jason's mouth.] Taste us. Taste how we are together. Know our flavor, how I am when I am only with you and you are only with me. Me alone.
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if Jason was in his right mind right now he'd notice the lights flickering in the same way as they did at the bar, but he's so far from making any sense of things right now. he's lost in Max's gaze, in his touch instead. it's right where he wants to be.
he laces his fingers with Max's and curls them around both their cocks, stroking slow and languid, just feeling it all out. it's overwhelming, but it isn't enough, all at the same time, especially when he gets to watch Max suck the precum from his finger. it's the hottest thing he's ever seen. when Max offers it to him in turn, Jason slides his tongue around those fingers to lick it off, letting out a low, almost pained moan at the taste, at those words. those fucking beautiful words that curl around his insides. they do him in real good, and he has to squeeze the base of his cock to keep from coming right then and there. ]
Only with you.
[he breathes out before he leans up to press his lips against Max's, licking at them to taste the two of them there together as well.]
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There's a part of him that would love to share the intensity that it would bring, but he doesn't want to risk everything for this yet. He doesn't even know what this is. Max has always followed his gut, but feelings like this-- this quickly should never be trusted, should they? Thank god it's not a thought he can follow, because as soon as he's calmed the storm, Jason's pulling that slick between those two suckable lips and leaning over to take max's mouth.
Releasing the hold that Max has on them, He plants his nails into Jason's back and pulls them upward in dull lines while they kiss. His tongue licks over and across Jason's taking and tasting the come that was just there. He likes to know that he's the one drawing out this feeling, this bitter salty liquid from Jason's cock, and he's going to be the one to make the other come.
It will be his dick inside Jason before too long.] Stay. [He mutters against their lips, leaning over to kiss the side of Jason's neck quickly, and disappears into his room. He returns with a bottle and sets it next to them, before he kneels in front of Jason. Parting the young man's legs, he lifts one and licks at Jason's ankle bone, sucking around the tender spot, moving next to behind his knee. Max whispers soft kisses there, and blows over them with his heated breath and a touch of electricity that's barely perceptible.
Next he takes to Jason's thigh, and begins low and here he proceeds to mark the other with hickies and bite marks all the way up to the spot above his femoral artery. It's here he pauses. ] Tell me if this gets to be too much. [Max's eyes focus on Jason's as he begins to lower his head again, wanting to be careful at this point.]
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feelings like this should never be trusted, but they're overwhelming right now, and all rational thought seems to have left Jason... but maybe Max too. if they're on the same page though, then maybe it's alright. it can be alright for as long as it's not, and that's all Jason can hope for as he kisses Max so deeply, tasting every part of him that he can.
Jason nods, licking his lips when Max breaks the kiss and tells him to stay. it's rare that someone can render Jason speechless, with no quips or smart ass remarks coming out of his mouth. that's exactly how he feels right now though. while Max is gone, Jason kicks off his pants completely, letting his fingers run up his shaft. he can still feel Max's fingers there too, along with the bite on his neck. he touches that too, but quickly removes his hand when Max comes back. it seems too sentimental just yet.
Max is quick to move back to him and with the bottle in hand, Jason realizes they're really going to do this. he wonders if he should tell Max that he's never done it with a guy before, but maybe Max has already figured it out. he doesn't have much time to think about it though, as Max is running his tongue along his skin. he sucks in soft breaths at the sensitive spots, and he wonders how he never knew how sensitive all these other parts are too. his fingers slide into Max's hair when he moves his mouth to his thigh, reveling in just how good those bites are, and how Max doesn't even hesitate to leave marks.]
It's not too much... but I'll tell you if it is.
[he assures Max, because he knows it's important to let him know.]
Your mouth... it's so fucking good.
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Licking his lips again, Max smiles at the compliment. Things are only as good as the people they are between he thinks, and then tables that thought in favor of licking along the side of Jason's cock once. He doesn't stay there long. He moves back to that one space on Jason's leg and layers saliva over it with his tongue.
God the flesh tastes so good, and he knows that he doesn't have to do this, but he wants it. He wants this taste of Jason so badly. His mouth pulls on the tender skin there and he sucks at it, biting around it. Not many people know that if they suck on skin hard enough, they can break enough capillaries to bring blood to the surface and through the skin, and the longer one sucks, the more blood flows. Max does, and he knows that teeth only encourage it by pinching the skin tighter and making it flow even quicker. It's a kink he's only shared with one other, but he wants it with Jason, needs it with Jason...
So when he feels the copper hit his tongue, he runs his hand along Jason's dick and strokes it softly, slowly, and takes a little nub of precum on his finger. With that he brings his digit forward and presses it skillfully and carefully until it slides around the tight rings of Jason's entrance. It's still mostly guarded by the couch beneath the young male, but he pushes between Jason's cheeks while he's still got his thigh in his mouth, while he's still tasting Jason's blood, and works to get a finger inside him.
Only once he's managed to push past that first tight ring of muscle and wholly inside Jason does he pull away. He needed that feeling of being inside the other for at least a second. Pulling away though, he immediately licks the tip of Jason's dick and takes in the head to lick and swallow around, drinking up the flavor of blood and cum in his mouth like the depraved, hungry, obsessed man that he is.] Fuck. You taste like god. I haven't tasted that...
[Max moans, and runs his hand over his own cock a few times, stopping in mid-stroke so that he can kiss the younger man hard, desperately, eagerly even. He can't explain what he's feeling now, only that is a true hunger and a pain like need for intimacy that is almost impossible to describe. ]
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the way Max sucks at his thigh, pulling his skin between his teeth... he knows it's going to leave a mark and he loves the thought of it. like the bite on his neck, he knows he'll be running his fingers along the bruised flesh over and over again when they're apart. eventually the intensity of the sucking makes him gasp, but nothing brings a sound out of him more than the way Max's finger pushes into him.
Max's mouth, his fingers, they're taking him apart in the best kind of way. he feels like he's loosing himself in this and he wants to.]
Max...
[he breathes out when that finger leaves him, but the sensation is replaced with Max's mouth on his cock and he moans, body arching up off the couch just a little as he tries to get closer.
everything is just a tease though, but Jason doesn't mind because he's kissing Max again, arm sliding around his neck to pull him closer, his other hand sliding down between them to wrap around the other's cock. he wants to touch, he wants to be closer, he's being pulled in every direction and he's never felt better in his entire life.]
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Hips jut forward and thrust with silent abandon. ] You're so fucking beautiful.
[Forehead to forehead, Max pants out his words keeping his eyes locked on Jason's face as he brings up one hand to caress over a damp and rosy cheek.] Why do you have to be so fucking beautiful like this. What are you doing to me. [He inquires not for the first or last time today.]
[Taking himself lower, Max finds where Jason's heart beats and sets his teeth and mouth to it, initiating another intimate mark, this time one that he'd hesitated to make on anyone he'd not shared a true relationship with. The bond isn't his tightest one yet, but that he would only make with one he loved truly. This is possessive, and he has no right to take it, but he does anyhow. Max takes the spot above Jason's heart and makes it his. He knows he can only renew it for so long, but for now as the blood flows into his mouth, he knows that it will remain while Jason is in Roswell.
Once more, as he takes the mark, he uses a small bit of precum to lubricate his finger and press it inside Jason.
This time he keeps it there after he pulls his mouth away, lips red with Jason's blood. Mass pulls his finger back a tiny bit and pushes it back in, and then once more before working it inside with a curl through the muscles, tipping his finger a little so he can stretch the entrance. Hissing as the muscles cling and work around finger, knowing that they'll do the same to his cock. Through the entirety of it all Max never once lets his eyes leave Jason's, dark orbs watch the other closely. ] Look at me. Look at me while I'm inside you. I want you to remember that it's me who is inside you and no one else, precious. No one else can fill you like I can. Remember that. Not even with just a finger.
[It's a brag that he doesn't make humbly. Max knows his skill in the bedroom, and there's more that he will have to share one day that would make this the most erotic and intense experience of Jason's life, but for tonight. It's them, only them, and Max will make Jason remember this moment for the rest of his life-- because fuck if Max will ever forget it.]
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for now he doesn't have to as he holds on to Max, hand stroking up and down his cock almost teasingly, but it's hard to keep things that way when those hips thrust forward, and Jason wants to give Max anything he wants. ]
Fuck, so are you. You're fucking gorgeous.
[his eyes don't leave Max's, even as he tilts his face into his hand. such a soft, sweet caress with that intense look of desire has Jason's heart pounding in his chest. maybe Max can feel that under his lips when he puts his mouth there, just above his heart. again, Jason doesn't expect what's coming, and Max manages to pull another deep moan from him when he starts sucking on his skin. what are you doing to me? Max asks, but it feels like Max is the one pulling him apart in the best kind of way.
it's possessive, and yet Jason wants to give it all to him without question. when Max's slick finger moves back down between then, pressing inside of him, Jason knows he absolutely will. it feels weird, and tight, but good, and Jason rocks his hips down a little to test things out. Max's fingers are skilled, and Jason knows how damn lucky he is to have this- to have Max be the first one to open him up completely.]
I wouldn't look at anything else but you. Anyone else but you. I want you to make me feel it so I never forget what it feels like to have you inside of me.
[he says breathlessly, letting out soft gasps in between as Max keeps working his fingers inside of him.]
I've never done this before.
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It's the next statement though that hits Max like a winter wind right through his foreign heart. Shit He should have known. He should have been prepared for this. There was every indication that Jason was inexperienced. Max had only been wishing on a wind and a prayer that Jason had been through this before, and to go through Max's brand of what he considered depraved and slightly disturbed desire was not what he wished for the younger man on his first time with a man.
It was a bond that would hold them together forever and Max knew that now. He'd asked for it, and he was going to get it. Jason would remember Max's fingers, and the brands that Max placed-- because Max remembered the fingers and brands from the man he had fallen for that very first night they were together. How had he not seen the similarity. ] Fuck. Jason. Precious. Oh beautiful. I would have been ....
[he twists the finger inside Jason and pulls it out, reaching for the lubricant to offer something more gentle to work the younger male's ass open with. Max was going to say that he might have been softer, or not have labeled him with teeth and tongue, but this changed nothing. The feelings were all still there. Bowing his head, he kissed the head of Jason's cock, and licked through the heavy drop of cum that was about to spill over.]
I would do this all the same. I won't lie. I want you to always remember me as your first, as the man who took this from you and I promise I will never forget this either.
[Never in his existence has it been more difficult to keep from laying a hand print on someone, and yet he still refrained. Inhaling deeply, Max carefully kissed along the edges of Jason's hips as he went to work pressing one digit and then another inside Jason. He curled his fingers working to edge along those tight inward muscles until he could find that singular magical spot. Max needed Jason to feel that -- needed him to cry out beneath him even before he plunged his cock inside]
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