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[While Majima went over to run up the heating bill-- and fuck it, Tim didn't care, he didn't pay it-- Tim clicked the lighter a few times until it started, then held it to the end of the poster until it caught. Then he just had essentially a porn poster torch in his hand. Watching it burn was kind of nice, seeing the image of Jack's face blacken and sear, but he also reached into the drawer again to grab a pack of cigarettes and light one up with the burning poster.]

[The breeze was kind of nice, too. Crisp and autumnal. Tim liked this time of year, when the weather cooled off and he got to start wearing sweaters again.]

Y'know, making these things was probably the, like, one of the least sexy experiences of my life. I feel like there's some expectation that making porn is going to be sexy or something, but it's honestly super not.

That makes sense.

I mean, it's mostly filmed to look sexy, right? Not about what actually feels good. I imagine it doesn't help if ya have to think about actin' with a bunch of strangers at the same time.

[ Was it wrong that he thought Tim was kind of hot, though? Engaging in acts of minor property damage? Proooobably. He made his way over by the drawer, leaning against the counter as he watched Tim work. ]

Yeah, pretty much. And nothing's ever done in one take, it's always at least three or four for each scene, and depending on what you're doing? That can get really old, really fast.

[Tim had the urge to just set the whole bag of posters on fire, which was probably a bad idea with them sitting on the floor? But the coffee table's surface was metal, so Tim relocated them from the floor to the table and used his poster torch to just set the rest of them alight. If Majima liked minor acts of property damage, well, there you go-- Tim, sitting on a couch with a burning poster in one hand and a cigarette in the other, watching the rest of the Hyperion propaganda burn.]

And there were, like, just the general mishaps, too? Somebody dropping someone, or getting a leg cramp. Saw a couple of guys accidentally punch themselves in the dick, that was funny for like five minutes. But then it was super annoying because it was always a toss up as to whether they'd be able to keep filming with bruised nuts.

You're really doin' a good job of making it sound like a terrible-ass entertainment gig. I think I'd be put off sex for a while after somethin' like that.

[ Ugh, look at Tim. Setting things on fire, with his muscles. Okay, not directly with his muscles but look he was listening. Kind of surreal, having a conversation about his boyfriend being a porn actor in his past life, but hey. ]

Did anythin' good come out of it, though? Maybe ya stumbled across a kink ya never knew ya had.

Yeah, uh, it kind of was? And I can't say I was that into hooking up with anyone right after I finished filming. Not that I had a whole lot of opportunities to, anyway, so.

[It was kind of surreal being able to talk to someone about all the weird shit that he had to do for Jack back when he was employed by Hyperion. It did mean that he had a lot of stories, though most of them revolved around Jack and that made them less appealing, unless someone wanted to hear about all of his boss' stupid bullshit.]

[That was sure a loaded question, though.]

Uh. I mean, yeah, I guess so. Where do you think I learned how to suck cock?

[He wasn't born knowing how to deepthroat, he'd learned that by choking on a lot of dicks.]

But I wasn't really there to figure out what I liked, I was there to pretend to be Jack and be photogenic. I don't get to find out what kinks I'm into on company time.

[And it wasn't really the same as experimenting with someone, when things were private and intimate and he didn't have four cameras pointed at him to get a money shot. It was pretty hard to focus on whether or not he actually enjoyed that particular act when he had so many other things to deal with at the same time.]

Edited 2019-10-08 09:09 (UTC)

Lots of practice?

[ Well, he wasn't wrong. But of course there wasn't really a non-awkward way to ask 'gee, Tim, where'd you learn to give such great blowjobs?'. For a moment, his gaze flickered over to the flame in Tim's hands. Then he made his way back over, leaned in, and pressed his lips to his boyfriend's forehead.

And then seemingly decide that this didn't quite hit the spot. Provided Tim didn't move, he'd tilt his face in and steal a kiss on top of that. ]

Or maybe that ya got a little wild in college.

[ Spent some time as a delinquent-slash-degenerate, like Majima did. ]

For completely selfish reasons, I'm glad it didn't put ya off for good.

Yeah, that too.

[There sure was a lot of practice that went on. But it didn’t seem to bother Majima, and that was... nice? A relief. Tim tilted his head up to meet Majima halfway for a kiss, and he would’ve let it linger for a while if his fingers hadn’t started to get a little toasty from that burning poster.]

Oh, ow.

[He tossed it onto the coffee table near its smoldering brethren. There was totally going to be a mark on the table after everything had gone out, but fuck it. Worth it to get to watch those stupid things burn.]

Off of, uh, blowjobs? [He laughed a little self-consciously, and there was a bit of color that showed up on his cheeks. Embarrassment rears it’s ugly head yet again.] I, uh. It would take a lot to do that. I’m pretty, uh, pro-blowjob, generally speaking?

[ The corners of Majima's mouth quirked upward a little; he couldn't help it. It was just so Timothy Lawrence to set shit on fire and then burn himself doing it. To make up for it being kinda sorta partially his fault, he lifted Tim's hand and blew gently across the tips of his fingers.

Sorry, hunky beef. ]

I noticed. Did I ever tell ya how sexy you are when you're into it?

[ If there ever was a point to abort before things turned into making out on Jack's stupidly sturdy couch, it was probably now? But Majima had zero intention of doing so. ]

[It hadn’t really been that bad of a burn, he’d just toasted his fingertips a little, but he wasn’t going to complain if Majima wanted to make it all better for him. What a sweetheart, cooling off his totally minor burns.]

[And here they were, with Tim’s hand in his, talking about how Tim looked on his knees. The time to turn away from making out on Jack’s couch was definitely now, but neither of them was going to take that opportunity. Full speed ahead to make outs and probably the inevitable conclusion of making out with your boyfriend after discussing your general proclivity towards blowjobs.]

You hadn’t, but I guess you have now?

[And it was pretty gratifying, too. Being sexy to Majima was kind of an ongoing goal. Tim tugged on his hand a little; no reason for him to be standing all the way over there, right?]

It’s pretty easy to be into it with you. You, uh, you make some really great noises?

Is that right?

[ Maybe he'd have to work on being more vocal. For now, though, Majima seemed content to switch to holding Tim's hand as he so often did, smiling like a fool right up until he planted another kiss on the man. ]

Maybe I'll have to make more of 'em.

[ Aaand then he was setting down on one of the cushions, tugging Tim back down with him. ]

I mean, provided I've got the right incentive.

[ That familiar flush was starting to creep in high in his cheeks, what was stupid flirting. ]

I'm, I'm pretty good at incentives.

[Where Majima pulled, he followed. And, really, it's not like he didn't want his boyfriend on this very sturdy, comfortable couch with him, the kind that could withstand some vigorous activity from two strong monsters. Or, at least, some making out. So hey, it was a win all around, everybody aboard Jack's Very Sturdy Couch for some activities that he probably wouldn't approve of, but fuck him.]

God, you're so cute.

[Maybe he didn't like having it acknowledged, but the way he blushed when they flirted? Cute.]

[Tim leaned in to kiss him on one of those flushed cheeks, just because it was so cute that it deserved a kiss. Then he kissed his way down to his lips, since he was in the general area and they were on that very sturdy couch and it just seemed like a good idea. You know what also seemed like a good idea? Unbuttoning Majima's shirt a little, because even though the window was open and it was kind of chilly, Majima was hot.]

[It was a kind of logic, okay. Don't judge.]

You're cute.

[ He was grinning as Tim started kissing his way down, and wow unbuttoning his shirt? Not that Majima minded; Tim could relieve that overheating whenever he wanted. Although since this particular werewolf left the top couple of buttons loose anyway, it did have the effect of giving Tim a front-row seat to the smooth, hard muscle that sheathed Majima's chest and stomach.

Now that he thought of it, wasn't the line of Tim's throat awfully tempting? Didn't it deserve its own line of kisses, culminating in sucking at the join of neck to shoulder? Especially since said spot had tragically been left unmarked for at least a couple of days.

There was the soft sound of lips against skin, of suction, and a sort of low, half-muffled expression of contentment as he worked his way along. ]

[Part of the point of undoing some of those buttons was to get a front row seat to some really choice washboard abs, to pull open Majima's shirt and get his hands on hard muscle and warm, tattooed skin. His dexterity took a bit of a hit, though, when Majima started getting his lips on his throat, trailing distracting kisses down to his shoulder as he tried to leave marks on it. And Tim had the kind of skin tone that showed marks pretty well, so he wasn't going to have to put in an undue amount of effort to get a few bruises.]

[Not that Tim minded; he could always cover them up if he wanted to, the keyword there being if. And from the noises that he was making, soft little sighs when he felt the sting of another bruise, he was enjoying the attention. But the buttons on Majima's shirt were so fiddly, and his boyfriend leaving hickies on him and making those sweet, pleased noises was not doing wonders for his patience. Rather than go through the last four so so buttons on the shirt, Tim just kind of... tugged the shirt open. The buttons flew off with little pops, rolling off somewhere to get lost in the carpet until the cat found them. Maybe Tim should feel bad about busting his boyfriend's shirt, but he really didn't.]

Your shirt had too many buttons.

[And now it had less buttons, and Tim could also start pushing it off of Majima's shoulders. Win-win.]

[ Wow, Timothy Doppelman. Totally impatient and yet apparently, a man of taste.

Tim's actions had left Majima slightly mussed; with that soft fur, well-defined muscle, and shirt hanging off his shoulders, he really did look like he ought to be on the cover of one of those werewolf bodice-rippers. Majima slipped his arms free of the busted shirt, and then kissed his boyfriend again, this time pressing that full expanse of warm wolfman up against the planes of Tim's chest in unmistakable invitation. ]

You make a compellin' point.

[ Aaaand in turn pressing Tim's back up against the couch. As of yet, his hair was still pinned up in a ponytail behind him, and as he leaned forward, alternatively kissing and nipping at his boyfriend's lips. Request: tongue, please. ]

Hey, Tim. Are you an M or an S?

[ Or he could just ask that, that was fine. ]

[For all that Tim was a big, bulky beefman, he sure was pretty easy for Majima to push around; he let his boyfriend pin him up against the back of the couch with no resistance, his arms sliding around Majima's neck to pull him in. After a few nips to his lips, just shy of being hard enough to split them with those sharp fangs of his, Tim let him have the tongue that he was asking for. Not that he could really ever say no to Majima for very long.]

Hm?

[For a second, he had to figure out what Majima meant by M or S, before it clicked that he meant it in the whole BDSM context. When that realization hit, he felt his cheeks heat up, partly from embarrassment and partly in anticipation of where that kind of question would lead.]

I'm the guy that likes to get tied up and smacked around with a crop, I think it's pretty obvious that I'm a little bit of a masochist.

[It could also probably be argued that his terrible decision making was some kind of self-inflicted masochism, but that was a job for a really good therapist.]

[Tim ran his hands over Majima's shoulders, tracing slowly along the sinuous lines of the white snakes.]

What about you? M or S?

Edited (html) 2019-10-10 06:14 (UTC)

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