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FIC: Rough Trade (RPS AU, Sean Bean/ Jason Isaacs)
Title: Rough Trade
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darkrosetiger & telesilla
Rating: NC-17, violent sex
Fandom/Pairing: RPS AU, Sean Bean/Jason Isaacs
Archive: no where yet
Summary: Law student Jason Isaacs meets construction worker Sean Bean in bar in Bristol.
Warnings: While this is all consensual, it's also very much with the rough and unprotected sex and humiliation.
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.
Notes: We wanted to write some gratuitous porn that played a little with the class differences between Jason and Sean and so ended up with this "what if" AU that takes place in 1982 in which Jason is a law student at Bristol University -- which is where he actually attended school before he got accepted at Central -- with no interest in being an actor and Sean's a welder with no interest in being an actor. Yes this was intended as a one off but we left it open in case we wanted to write more.
We're also aware of some vague similarities between some ofhelens78 and lunasv's work. We intend no plagiarism.
The pub is dark and the cigarette smoke is making him cough, and Jason is really beginning to wish he hadn't decided to come here--or at the very least, that he'd told someone where he was going. But anyone I'd have trusted enough to tell would have tried to talk me out of it...which might not have been a bad thing, come to think of it. Only a few of Jason's friends knew that he was gay, and they'd have all been shocked to see him at a dingy little hole-in-the-wall like this.
The minute the boy walks into the bar, Sean knows he'd found his fun for the evening. Uni student, he thinks with a sneer, taking in the acid washed grey jeans and the black polo shirt and brand new cheap leather jacket. Trying to look so tough.
Rising from his seat in the corner, Sean moves over to the bar as the student hesitantly orders a Bass. "Try the Newcastle," he says, sitting down next to the young man. "It's fuckin' better than that crap lager."
Jason stares up at the man next to him. He's not that much taller than Jason, but he's broad-shouldered and muscular in a way that makes Jason feel rather short. The man's jeans are faded from repeated washings and his Doc Martens are battered, and Jason has to work to figure out what he's saying. Yorkshire, maybe?
"Er...right--make that a Newcastle?" Jason says to the bartender. I hate stout, he thinks, not at all sure why he's following the stranger's instructions.
"Shouldn't be in here at all," the bartender mutters, pouring a pair of pints.
"Don't be so hard on him," Sean says, winking at the bartender while the student looked down at his hands. "I'll take him under me wing." If anyone's gonna be hard on this one, it'll be me.
"Come on," Sean says, gripping the stranger's arm tightly and guiding him to a small table in the back of the bar. "What's your name, then?" he asks sitting down.
The big man's hand is hard on Jason's arm, even through his jacket, and Jason's cock twitches in response. "Jason--Jason Isaacs. Pleased to meet you, er...?"
"Bean," Sean says, hearing Jason's careful attempt at a nice proper received standard accent. "This isn't your part of town, which means you're either stupid, or lookin' for sommat you can't get anywhere else." Even though they've sat down, he keeps his hand on Jason's arm, imagining that he can hear the squeak of the shiny new leather under his fingers.
"I just...well..." Jason isn't sure how to explain it in a way that isn't going to offend the other man. "It gets boring, y'know, hanging with the same crowd all the time...I thought I'd see what else was out there." He's glad that the pub is dark enough to hide his blush.
"Uh huh," Sean says with a snort as he finally lets go of Jason's arm. Pulling off his own jacket, he leans back and looks Jason over. "You don't belong here," he adds, crossing his arms across his chest.
Jason doesn't answer; he's frozen, captivated by the sheer presence of the man. Oh, my God--he has a Blades tattoo! This is what Jason's fantasized about late at night with a hand wrapped around his cock, or when he's pressed close to one of his friends and sharing an awkward kiss before an even more awkward handjob. "No," he manages to get out. "I...er...I guess I don't..."
"Or do you," Sean says, leaning forward. "Maybe you came in here lookin' for a bit of rough, yeah?" He lets his voice go husky. "A little trip to the car park with a bloke who knows what to do with a bright lad like yourself."
Jason squirms, quite hard now. "I...might have been thinking about something like that, yeah." He takes a sip of his beer and tries not to make a face at the bitter taste.
"Yeah?" Sean asks with a sneer. "Thinkin' about it with your hand on your prick, I'll wager. If you really knew what could happen to you here, you'd run back to your rooms with your tail between your legs."
"If I'm not back for classes tomorrow, people will wonder," Jason says, squaring his shoulders. "And I can take care of myself."
"Oh can you now?" Sean asks. "C'mon then," he says, standing up and heading for the narrow corridor that led past the phone and the gents. Shoving the back door open, he all but drags Jason through it and into the tiny, deserted car park.
When am I going to learn to keep my bloody mouth shut? While it's true that Jason's classmates will notice his absence, it's not as though it'll be in time to do him any good.
Giving Jason a good hard push -- hard enough that Jason stumbles a little -- Sean steps behind him. Grabbing the collar of Jason's jacket with one hand, Sean pulls his switchblade out and clicks it open right near Jason's ear. "Know what that sound is, bitch?"
Jason goes completely still. If I just do what he wants, maybe I can get out of this in one piece. "You've got a knife," he says, trying to keep his voice from shaking.
"Bright lad," Sean says, enjoying the thick sound of fear in Jason's voice. "Toss your jacket on the ground."
Hands trembling, Jason does as he's told. He's not going to...not here...is he?
Kicking at the jacket until the side with the leather is on the rough gravel, Sean caresses Jason's neck with the blade of his knife. "Get down on your knees, whore." He gives Jason an encouraging shove.
Jason obeys. He doesn't think he has a choice. Even if he yelled, or called for help, no one would come to his aid. If anything, the men in the pub would probably be more interested in helping Bean humiliate him.
Still resting the knife on Jason's neck, Sean unbuttons his jeans with his free hand, pulling his cock out. "Let's see some action from that mouth of yours," he growls. "And if I feel your fuckin' teeth, I'll slice your cheek wide open."
Awkwardly, still afraid to move very much, Jason leans forward and takes Bean's cock in his mouth. Bean tastes of salt and sweat, nothing at all like Jason's friends on the rare occasions when they've done this. No, Jason tells himself. That was nothing like this. For one thing, none of those fumblings had him half as hard as being on his knees in a car park in front of a rough Yorkshireman who probably barely finished school.
Jason's hair is short, but there's enough for Sean to grab, and he uses it to hold Jason still while he shoves his cock into Jason's mouth. "Fucking suck it," he snarls. "Suck it like me prick's the best thing you ever had in your mouth."
Jason moans, and tries to relax so he can get as much of Bean's cock in his mouth as he can. It takes him a couple of attempts but he manages to use his tongue along the underside as he sucks the other man off. At the moment, he can't think of anything he's ever had in his mouth that he's liked more.
Sean doesn't let up, thrusting hard into Jason's mouth for another minute or so before he pulls back. "You look good down there," he says, slapping Jason hard across the face and then backhanding him on the return blow. "Look like you fuckin' belong there."
With a small sound of protest, Jason stretches forward again, anxious to taste Bean again. He can't think about why he needs this so badly, not right now, when all he knows is that he feels empty without the big man's prick shoved down his throat.
"Don't be so fucking greedy," Sean says, pushing Jason away hard enough that Jason ends up sprawled on the ground. "You're just here for me and I'll be the one to pick which hole I shove into." He looks down and laughs before pressing his boot against the bulge in Jason's jeans.
"Sorry!" Jason yelps. "I'm sorry--please--I didn't mean anything by it--" Even as he says it, he's lifting his hips so that he can rub against the sole of Bean's heavy work boot.
Fuck, Sean thinks, looking down with a pleased grin. I got fucking lucky with this one. He grinds his boot hard against Jason's pants as if putting out a cigarette. The thought gives him an idea and the knife disappears as he pulls his pack out and lights up. "What do you want, boy?" he asks, his boot still pressing down hard.
"Want you to fuck me," Jason gasps. "Want to feel your prick in me." Want to hear you telling me what a whore I am for wanting to be used this way.
"Why should I?" Sean asks, smirking down at Jason. "Why shouldn't I just have a quick wank and come all over your face?"
"Please..." Jason moans, arching up against Bean's boot. "Please--I'll make it good for you, I swear, whatever you want, however you want to have me, please..."
"Get up then, bitch," Sean says, with one last grind of his boot. "Over there," he adds while Jason climbs unsteadily to his feet. He grabs Jason's arm again, knowing he's leaving bruises, and shoves Jason toward the alley way where the rubbish bin is. "Even if I had a fuckin' car, you wouldn't deserve it," he says, shoving Jason hard against the brick wall of the bar. "Out here with the trash is good enough for your sort."
Jason can't argue, not with his face pressed against the filthy brick of the alley wall. He's stopped caring about what anyone else will think, only about whether or not he can make Bean happy enough so that the Yorkshireman will give Jason what he wants.
"Well get your damned trousers, down, bitch," Sean growls. "Can't fucking well do you through them."
Quickly Jason shoves his jeans and his briefs down around his knees before leaning against the wall again, bracing himself for what's about to happen. The fact that his position forces him to thrust his arse out toward Bean is simply coincidence.
Spitting into his hand, Sean slicks up his cock and pauses for a moment to light a new cigarette off the old one. Once he's got that going, he lines himself up and shoves all the way into Jason's arse with one brutal thrust.
Jason's not a virgin, but he's only been fucked a couple of times, and then, his partners always took care to stretch him out and make sure he was ready. This is excruciating--Bean's thick cock feels like it's tearing Jason apart. He moans and shoves back against the other man.
"You ever been fucked before?' Sean asks, working to keep his voice nonchalant. Jason's tighter than just about anyone Sean's ever fucked and Sean pauses, savoring the feeling.
His voice not working properly, all Jason can manage is a brief nod. Yeah, but not like this!
"Doesn't feel like it," Sean grunts, pulling back slowly before shoving in again. He likes that pace, he decides, and after resting his hands on the wall on either side of Jason's body, he keeps it up -- the slow withdrawal followed by the quick push. After a short time he feels the heat from his cigarette against his fingers and smiles a little. "You enjoying this?"
"Yeah," Jason croaks. "S'bloody good." He squirms against the wall just a little, wondering if he can get off just from this.
"So you like being hurt," Sean mutters, more to himself than to Jason. He pulls back again, but this time waits, bringing the glowing cigarette butt down to Jason's ass. Touching it to Jason's pale skin, he waits half a beat and then slams his cock back into Jason.
Jason shrieks, as much from surprise as from the pain. "What the fuck!" He twists around, struggling against Bean.
Slamming his hand against the middle of Jason's back, Sean shoves him against the wall hard enough that Jason's head hits the brick. "Stay still, bitch," he snarls, losing patience with his earlier pace and just fucking Jason as hard as he can. "You know you fucking love this, you fucking slag."
Jason would love to be able to deny it, but his hard, aching cock betrays him. He can taste blood in his mouth from where he'd bitten his lip as his face hit the wall. "Sorry..." he whispers. "Please..." He's not sure anymore why he's begging, or what he's begging for; all he knows is that he has to say something to acknowledge the brutal pounding he's getting from the other man.
"Oh that's good," Sean grunts. "Keep begging for it, whore." He keeps fucking Jason as Jason continues to gasp the word "please" out until finally Sean knows he'll come any moment if this doesn't stop. Pulling out, he steps back and grabs Jason's arm, spinning him around. "Knees," he demands, shoving Jason down.
Still babbling meaninglessly, Jason drops to his knees and stares up at Bean. "Please," he says softly, "use me."
Sean slaps him again and again, backhanding with each blow. "You still want it? " he demands. "What'll you do for it?"
"Anything!" Jason half-sobs. "Anything...please...fuck me, come on my face, I don't care, anything you want--" Jason bends forward and kisses the toe of one of Sean's Doc's.
"Fucking get back up here," Sean says although the sight of Jason groveling like that is a good one.
I want more from him, Sean thinks, as Jason kneels up again. He backhands Jason again, knowing but not caring that he's leaving bruises, Jason's lip has split and Sean watches the thin trickle of blood move down Jason's chin before he raises his hand for another blow.
Jason just manages to keep from flinching when Bean raises his hand. When he connects, though, Jason can't hold back the tears any more. Fucking nancy boy, he tells himself with as much contempt as he's sure Bean is feeling towards him. Pathetic.
"That's it," Sean says, grasping his cock roughly. "Blood .... and fucking tears ... all you need is...." And then the words leave him as he comes, doubling over as the orgasm hits him like a blow to the gut. He manages, somehow to stay upright and vaguely aware as he paints Jason's face and chest with thick jets of semen.
Bean's come is blazing hot on Jason's skin. Jason stares at the Yorkshireman for a moment, then almost of their own volition, his hips are bucking into the air as he comes. Most of it winds up on Jason and on the ground, but a few drops land on Sean's jeans and on his boots.
Sean doesn't notice at first; he's too busy leaning against the wall panting. Finally, however he looks down and sees the dark spots on his jeans and boots. "Fucking bitch," he says. "Look what you've done to me kit." He shakes his head, looking at Jason, whose face is a mess of tears, come and blood. "Bloody hell, you'd better come home so you can take care of it for me." He's not sure why he made the offer -- God knows his bedsit is too small for one, let alone two -- but then he remembers the way Jason looked kissing his boot, remembers how the kid looked a little lost when he came into the bar.
"Do up your damned trousers, so we can leave," he says, fastening his own jeans. I'm bloody fucking knackered."
Jason gets to his feet and pulls up his jeans, wiping his face off on his shirt as best as he can. He should go back to school and forget this ever happened, but he knows he can't do that. Tonight only whetted Jason's appetite for something he doesn't have a name for, something that he wants and needs. It's just possible that Bean can give it to him.
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Author:
darkrosetiger & telesillaRating: NC-17, violent sex
Fandom/Pairing: RPS AU, Sean Bean/Jason Isaacs
Archive: no where yet
Summary: Law student Jason Isaacs meets construction worker Sean Bean in bar in Bristol.
Warnings: While this is all consensual, it's also very much with the rough and unprotected sex and humiliation.
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.
Notes: We wanted to write some gratuitous porn that played a little with the class differences between Jason and Sean and so ended up with this "what if" AU that takes place in 1982 in which Jason is a law student at Bristol University -- which is where he actually attended school before he got accepted at Central -- with no interest in being an actor and Sean's a welder with no interest in being an actor. Yes this was intended as a one off but we left it open in case we wanted to write more.
We're also aware of some vague similarities between some of
helens78 and lunasv's work. We intend no plagiarism. The pub is dark and the cigarette smoke is making him cough, and Jason is really beginning to wish he hadn't decided to come here--or at the very least, that he'd told someone where he was going. But anyone I'd have trusted enough to tell would have tried to talk me out of it...which might not have been a bad thing, come to think of it. Only a few of Jason's friends knew that he was gay, and they'd have all been shocked to see him at a dingy little hole-in-the-wall like this.
The minute the boy walks into the bar, Sean knows he'd found his fun for the evening. Uni student, he thinks with a sneer, taking in the acid washed grey jeans and the black polo shirt and brand new cheap leather jacket. Trying to look so tough.
Rising from his seat in the corner, Sean moves over to the bar as the student hesitantly orders a Bass. "Try the Newcastle," he says, sitting down next to the young man. "It's fuckin' better than that crap lager."
Jason stares up at the man next to him. He's not that much taller than Jason, but he's broad-shouldered and muscular in a way that makes Jason feel rather short. The man's jeans are faded from repeated washings and his Doc Martens are battered, and Jason has to work to figure out what he's saying. Yorkshire, maybe?
"Er...right--make that a Newcastle?" Jason says to the bartender. I hate stout, he thinks, not at all sure why he's following the stranger's instructions.
"Shouldn't be in here at all," the bartender mutters, pouring a pair of pints.
"Don't be so hard on him," Sean says, winking at the bartender while the student looked down at his hands. "I'll take him under me wing." If anyone's gonna be hard on this one, it'll be me.
"Come on," Sean says, gripping the stranger's arm tightly and guiding him to a small table in the back of the bar. "What's your name, then?" he asks sitting down.
The big man's hand is hard on Jason's arm, even through his jacket, and Jason's cock twitches in response. "Jason--Jason Isaacs. Pleased to meet you, er...?"
"Bean," Sean says, hearing Jason's careful attempt at a nice proper received standard accent. "This isn't your part of town, which means you're either stupid, or lookin' for sommat you can't get anywhere else." Even though they've sat down, he keeps his hand on Jason's arm, imagining that he can hear the squeak of the shiny new leather under his fingers.
"I just...well..." Jason isn't sure how to explain it in a way that isn't going to offend the other man. "It gets boring, y'know, hanging with the same crowd all the time...I thought I'd see what else was out there." He's glad that the pub is dark enough to hide his blush.
"Uh huh," Sean says with a snort as he finally lets go of Jason's arm. Pulling off his own jacket, he leans back and looks Jason over. "You don't belong here," he adds, crossing his arms across his chest.
Jason doesn't answer; he's frozen, captivated by the sheer presence of the man. Oh, my God--he has a Blades tattoo! This is what Jason's fantasized about late at night with a hand wrapped around his cock, or when he's pressed close to one of his friends and sharing an awkward kiss before an even more awkward handjob. "No," he manages to get out. "I...er...I guess I don't..."
"Or do you," Sean says, leaning forward. "Maybe you came in here lookin' for a bit of rough, yeah?" He lets his voice go husky. "A little trip to the car park with a bloke who knows what to do with a bright lad like yourself."
Jason squirms, quite hard now. "I...might have been thinking about something like that, yeah." He takes a sip of his beer and tries not to make a face at the bitter taste.
"Yeah?" Sean asks with a sneer. "Thinkin' about it with your hand on your prick, I'll wager. If you really knew what could happen to you here, you'd run back to your rooms with your tail between your legs."
"If I'm not back for classes tomorrow, people will wonder," Jason says, squaring his shoulders. "And I can take care of myself."
"Oh can you now?" Sean asks. "C'mon then," he says, standing up and heading for the narrow corridor that led past the phone and the gents. Shoving the back door open, he all but drags Jason through it and into the tiny, deserted car park.
When am I going to learn to keep my bloody mouth shut? While it's true that Jason's classmates will notice his absence, it's not as though it'll be in time to do him any good.
Giving Jason a good hard push -- hard enough that Jason stumbles a little -- Sean steps behind him. Grabbing the collar of Jason's jacket with one hand, Sean pulls his switchblade out and clicks it open right near Jason's ear. "Know what that sound is, bitch?"
Jason goes completely still. If I just do what he wants, maybe I can get out of this in one piece. "You've got a knife," he says, trying to keep his voice from shaking.
"Bright lad," Sean says, enjoying the thick sound of fear in Jason's voice. "Toss your jacket on the ground."
Hands trembling, Jason does as he's told. He's not going to...not here...is he?
Kicking at the jacket until the side with the leather is on the rough gravel, Sean caresses Jason's neck with the blade of his knife. "Get down on your knees, whore." He gives Jason an encouraging shove.
Jason obeys. He doesn't think he has a choice. Even if he yelled, or called for help, no one would come to his aid. If anything, the men in the pub would probably be more interested in helping Bean humiliate him.
Still resting the knife on Jason's neck, Sean unbuttons his jeans with his free hand, pulling his cock out. "Let's see some action from that mouth of yours," he growls. "And if I feel your fuckin' teeth, I'll slice your cheek wide open."
Awkwardly, still afraid to move very much, Jason leans forward and takes Bean's cock in his mouth. Bean tastes of salt and sweat, nothing at all like Jason's friends on the rare occasions when they've done this. No, Jason tells himself. That was nothing like this. For one thing, none of those fumblings had him half as hard as being on his knees in a car park in front of a rough Yorkshireman who probably barely finished school.
Jason's hair is short, but there's enough for Sean to grab, and he uses it to hold Jason still while he shoves his cock into Jason's mouth. "Fucking suck it," he snarls. "Suck it like me prick's the best thing you ever had in your mouth."
Jason moans, and tries to relax so he can get as much of Bean's cock in his mouth as he can. It takes him a couple of attempts but he manages to use his tongue along the underside as he sucks the other man off. At the moment, he can't think of anything he's ever had in his mouth that he's liked more.
Sean doesn't let up, thrusting hard into Jason's mouth for another minute or so before he pulls back. "You look good down there," he says, slapping Jason hard across the face and then backhanding him on the return blow. "Look like you fuckin' belong there."
With a small sound of protest, Jason stretches forward again, anxious to taste Bean again. He can't think about why he needs this so badly, not right now, when all he knows is that he feels empty without the big man's prick shoved down his throat.
"Don't be so fucking greedy," Sean says, pushing Jason away hard enough that Jason ends up sprawled on the ground. "You're just here for me and I'll be the one to pick which hole I shove into." He looks down and laughs before pressing his boot against the bulge in Jason's jeans.
"Sorry!" Jason yelps. "I'm sorry--please--I didn't mean anything by it--" Even as he says it, he's lifting his hips so that he can rub against the sole of Bean's heavy work boot.
Fuck, Sean thinks, looking down with a pleased grin. I got fucking lucky with this one. He grinds his boot hard against Jason's pants as if putting out a cigarette. The thought gives him an idea and the knife disappears as he pulls his pack out and lights up. "What do you want, boy?" he asks, his boot still pressing down hard.
"Want you to fuck me," Jason gasps. "Want to feel your prick in me." Want to hear you telling me what a whore I am for wanting to be used this way.
"Why should I?" Sean asks, smirking down at Jason. "Why shouldn't I just have a quick wank and come all over your face?"
"Please..." Jason moans, arching up against Bean's boot. "Please--I'll make it good for you, I swear, whatever you want, however you want to have me, please..."
"Get up then, bitch," Sean says, with one last grind of his boot. "Over there," he adds while Jason climbs unsteadily to his feet. He grabs Jason's arm again, knowing he's leaving bruises, and shoves Jason toward the alley way where the rubbish bin is. "Even if I had a fuckin' car, you wouldn't deserve it," he says, shoving Jason hard against the brick wall of the bar. "Out here with the trash is good enough for your sort."
Jason can't argue, not with his face pressed against the filthy brick of the alley wall. He's stopped caring about what anyone else will think, only about whether or not he can make Bean happy enough so that the Yorkshireman will give Jason what he wants.
"Well get your damned trousers, down, bitch," Sean growls. "Can't fucking well do you through them."
Quickly Jason shoves his jeans and his briefs down around his knees before leaning against the wall again, bracing himself for what's about to happen. The fact that his position forces him to thrust his arse out toward Bean is simply coincidence.
Spitting into his hand, Sean slicks up his cock and pauses for a moment to light a new cigarette off the old one. Once he's got that going, he lines himself up and shoves all the way into Jason's arse with one brutal thrust.
Jason's not a virgin, but he's only been fucked a couple of times, and then, his partners always took care to stretch him out and make sure he was ready. This is excruciating--Bean's thick cock feels like it's tearing Jason apart. He moans and shoves back against the other man.
"You ever been fucked before?' Sean asks, working to keep his voice nonchalant. Jason's tighter than just about anyone Sean's ever fucked and Sean pauses, savoring the feeling.
His voice not working properly, all Jason can manage is a brief nod. Yeah, but not like this!
"Doesn't feel like it," Sean grunts, pulling back slowly before shoving in again. He likes that pace, he decides, and after resting his hands on the wall on either side of Jason's body, he keeps it up -- the slow withdrawal followed by the quick push. After a short time he feels the heat from his cigarette against his fingers and smiles a little. "You enjoying this?"
"Yeah," Jason croaks. "S'bloody good." He squirms against the wall just a little, wondering if he can get off just from this.
"So you like being hurt," Sean mutters, more to himself than to Jason. He pulls back again, but this time waits, bringing the glowing cigarette butt down to Jason's ass. Touching it to Jason's pale skin, he waits half a beat and then slams his cock back into Jason.
Jason shrieks, as much from surprise as from the pain. "What the fuck!" He twists around, struggling against Bean.
Slamming his hand against the middle of Jason's back, Sean shoves him against the wall hard enough that Jason's head hits the brick. "Stay still, bitch," he snarls, losing patience with his earlier pace and just fucking Jason as hard as he can. "You know you fucking love this, you fucking slag."
Jason would love to be able to deny it, but his hard, aching cock betrays him. He can taste blood in his mouth from where he'd bitten his lip as his face hit the wall. "Sorry..." he whispers. "Please..." He's not sure anymore why he's begging, or what he's begging for; all he knows is that he has to say something to acknowledge the brutal pounding he's getting from the other man.
"Oh that's good," Sean grunts. "Keep begging for it, whore." He keeps fucking Jason as Jason continues to gasp the word "please" out until finally Sean knows he'll come any moment if this doesn't stop. Pulling out, he steps back and grabs Jason's arm, spinning him around. "Knees," he demands, shoving Jason down.
Still babbling meaninglessly, Jason drops to his knees and stares up at Bean. "Please," he says softly, "use me."
Sean slaps him again and again, backhanding with each blow. "You still want it? " he demands. "What'll you do for it?"
"Anything!" Jason half-sobs. "Anything...please...fuck me, come on my face, I don't care, anything you want--" Jason bends forward and kisses the toe of one of Sean's Doc's.
"Fucking get back up here," Sean says although the sight of Jason groveling like that is a good one.
I want more from him, Sean thinks, as Jason kneels up again. He backhands Jason again, knowing but not caring that he's leaving bruises, Jason's lip has split and Sean watches the thin trickle of blood move down Jason's chin before he raises his hand for another blow.
Jason just manages to keep from flinching when Bean raises his hand. When he connects, though, Jason can't hold back the tears any more. Fucking nancy boy, he tells himself with as much contempt as he's sure Bean is feeling towards him. Pathetic.
"That's it," Sean says, grasping his cock roughly. "Blood .... and fucking tears ... all you need is...." And then the words leave him as he comes, doubling over as the orgasm hits him like a blow to the gut. He manages, somehow to stay upright and vaguely aware as he paints Jason's face and chest with thick jets of semen.
Bean's come is blazing hot on Jason's skin. Jason stares at the Yorkshireman for a moment, then almost of their own volition, his hips are bucking into the air as he comes. Most of it winds up on Jason and on the ground, but a few drops land on Sean's jeans and on his boots.
Sean doesn't notice at first; he's too busy leaning against the wall panting. Finally, however he looks down and sees the dark spots on his jeans and boots. "Fucking bitch," he says. "Look what you've done to me kit." He shakes his head, looking at Jason, whose face is a mess of tears, come and blood. "Bloody hell, you'd better come home so you can take care of it for me." He's not sure why he made the offer -- God knows his bedsit is too small for one, let alone two -- but then he remembers the way Jason looked kissing his boot, remembers how the kid looked a little lost when he came into the bar.
"Do up your damned trousers, so we can leave," he says, fastening his own jeans. I'm bloody fucking knackered."
Jason gets to his feet and pulls up his jeans, wiping his face off on his shirt as best as he can. He should go back to school and forget this ever happened, but he knows he can't do that. Tonight only whetted Jason's appetite for something he doesn't have a name for, something that he wants and needs. It's just possible that Bean can give it to him.
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Fucking amazing, lay-deez as ever! Makes the occasional foray over to LJ worthwhile.
*whispers* Bass is bitter, not lager...
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And I don't know why I thought that Bass was lager. My beer drinking days are long behind me and back then I was drinking either Dinkelacker or Schwaben Brau, both of which are German pilseners.
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Sean & Jason? In one fic?
I think I'll explode! ;-)
Thank you so much.
I do hope that you decide to write more of these two together. :-)
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And yes we are writing more of them; we really ought to just give up on the idea of one offs.