Dirty Bathroom
Title- Dirty Bathroom
Pairing- Theodore/Jason
Warning- Slashy drunken bathroom-sex smut.
Theodore stumbled into the wall of the filthy bar he and Jason stopped at to get trashed before finding somewhere to stay that night. Jason grabbed his shoulder and steered him though the bathroom doors, stumbling in behind him, only slightly less drunk. The air was too hot to breathe properly, and it smelled horrible.
Theodore found a filthy piss-soaked urinal and set about soaking it further. Jason stood in front of the cracked mirror and stared into his own eyes from the film of who-knew-what. He ran cold water over his hands before cupping them and dipping his face in the little pool.
The thin line of eyeliner Jason used earlier smudged from rubbing his eyes in the hot bathroom.
“Told you you shouldn’ta even put it on,” Theodore stood behind Jason, staring at him in the mirror. “If you gunn’ were makeup, you need to learn to keep it on.” Jason smirked at his reflection and the eyeliner that smeared beneath his eyes, making him look half dirty and half dead.
He moved to wipe it away, but Theodore grabbed his arm gently and put it back down. Jason looked at himself in the dirty mirror, then at his new companion. He watched Theodore’s eyes trail from his face down his body, over his chest, pausing at the bend of his elbow before flicking back to his face. Jason was blushing before he could stop himself.
Theodore didn’t seem to notice. He closed the space between them in one step, peering over Jason’s shoulder at his surprised reflection. Jason’s face lost its blush quickly, leaving him pale, the black makeup a complete contrast to his white skin.
Theodore kept eye contact with the younger man (whom he’d only met a few days earlier) through the mirror. He bent his head to lay a soft kiss against the side of Jason’s neck. Jason stared at him, not knowing what else to do. Theodore smirked at his reflection and licked his lips seductively.
“Come on, pretty boy. Don’t jus’ look at me…” Theodore raised a challenging eyebrow, prompting Jason to spin around. He grabbed the back of Theodore’s head with both hands, forcing his face closer and catching the older man off guard.
After the initial shock of the sudden tongue-attack wore off, Theodore kissed back twice as hard, gaining dominance and pushing Jason against the sink. Jason pushed back, trying to get Theodore into the side of the wall so he could kiss as hard as he wanted.
Theodore bit Jason’s tongue enough to draw blood and a gasp from him. Jason pulled back enough for Theodore to grab him and spin him around, pulling his tight black jeans down and bending him over the sink, his cheek pressed against the mirror.
Before Jason’s alcohol-sloshed brain could think to move, Theodore was inside him, pushing and pulling back. Jason shifted uncomfortably, the cold sink on his erection making his shiver, Theodore’s nails clawing his shoulders making him gasp from mixed feelings of pain and wonderful, blissful pleasure.
Jason’s face slid down the mirror as he shoved his ass backward into Theodore’s movement. The glass squeaked and their reflections smeared into unrecognizable shapes moving quickly back and forth.
Theodore bent over him, allowing Jason to smell the alcoholic fumes leaking from his mouth. Jason thought it could possibly be one of the best smells in the world right then. Theodore could smell the gel and hairspray keeping Jason’s short mohawk up, and he thought the same.
At the same time, both men looked into the mirror and made eye contact. Jason’s bright blue eyes watered as they always did when he had sex. Theodore’s eyes got darker like they always did when he was enjoying himself.
Theodore sped up, causing Jason to twitch and writhe underneath him, crying out wordless noise as he came. Theodore finished and stumbled back, leaning against the wall before he slid down the sit on the floor, pants unzipped. Sweat dripped from the wet tips of his hair as he stared up at Jason, who pulled his jeans back up, buckling his studded belt.
Theodore chuckled. “Punk.”
Jason gave a slight smile and went back to trying to regain control of his heaving lungs. He turned back to the sink and splashed more cold water on his face. Theodore stood and zipped his pants, tucking the front of his black shirt into them. He took a deep breath and patted Jason on the shoulder. “I think I’ll order us another round.”
Pairing- Theodore/Jason
Warning- Slashy drunken bathroom-sex smut.
Theodore stumbled into the wall of the filthy bar he and Jason stopped at to get trashed before finding somewhere to stay that night. Jason grabbed his shoulder and steered him though the bathroom doors, stumbling in behind him, only slightly less drunk. The air was too hot to breathe properly, and it smelled horrible.
Theodore found a filthy piss-soaked urinal and set about soaking it further. Jason stood in front of the cracked mirror and stared into his own eyes from the film of who-knew-what. He ran cold water over his hands before cupping them and dipping his face in the little pool.
The thin line of eyeliner Jason used earlier smudged from rubbing his eyes in the hot bathroom.
“Told you you shouldn’ta even put it on,” Theodore stood behind Jason, staring at him in the mirror. “If you gunn’ were makeup, you need to learn to keep it on.” Jason smirked at his reflection and the eyeliner that smeared beneath his eyes, making him look half dirty and half dead.
He moved to wipe it away, but Theodore grabbed his arm gently and put it back down. Jason looked at himself in the dirty mirror, then at his new companion. He watched Theodore’s eyes trail from his face down his body, over his chest, pausing at the bend of his elbow before flicking back to his face. Jason was blushing before he could stop himself.
Theodore didn’t seem to notice. He closed the space between them in one step, peering over Jason’s shoulder at his surprised reflection. Jason’s face lost its blush quickly, leaving him pale, the black makeup a complete contrast to his white skin.
Theodore kept eye contact with the younger man (whom he’d only met a few days earlier) through the mirror. He bent his head to lay a soft kiss against the side of Jason’s neck. Jason stared at him, not knowing what else to do. Theodore smirked at his reflection and licked his lips seductively.
“Come on, pretty boy. Don’t jus’ look at me…” Theodore raised a challenging eyebrow, prompting Jason to spin around. He grabbed the back of Theodore’s head with both hands, forcing his face closer and catching the older man off guard.
After the initial shock of the sudden tongue-attack wore off, Theodore kissed back twice as hard, gaining dominance and pushing Jason against the sink. Jason pushed back, trying to get Theodore into the side of the wall so he could kiss as hard as he wanted.
Theodore bit Jason’s tongue enough to draw blood and a gasp from him. Jason pulled back enough for Theodore to grab him and spin him around, pulling his tight black jeans down and bending him over the sink, his cheek pressed against the mirror.
Before Jason’s alcohol-sloshed brain could think to move, Theodore was inside him, pushing and pulling back. Jason shifted uncomfortably, the cold sink on his erection making his shiver, Theodore’s nails clawing his shoulders making him gasp from mixed feelings of pain and wonderful, blissful pleasure.
Jason’s face slid down the mirror as he shoved his ass backward into Theodore’s movement. The glass squeaked and their reflections smeared into unrecognizable shapes moving quickly back and forth.
Theodore bent over him, allowing Jason to smell the alcoholic fumes leaking from his mouth. Jason thought it could possibly be one of the best smells in the world right then. Theodore could smell the gel and hairspray keeping Jason’s short mohawk up, and he thought the same.
At the same time, both men looked into the mirror and made eye contact. Jason’s bright blue eyes watered as they always did when he had sex. Theodore’s eyes got darker like they always did when he was enjoying himself.
Theodore sped up, causing Jason to twitch and writhe underneath him, crying out wordless noise as he came. Theodore finished and stumbled back, leaning against the wall before he slid down the sit on the floor, pants unzipped. Sweat dripped from the wet tips of his hair as he stared up at Jason, who pulled his jeans back up, buckling his studded belt.
Theodore chuckled. “Punk.”
Jason gave a slight smile and went back to trying to regain control of his heaving lungs. He turned back to the sink and splashed more cold water on his face. Theodore stood and zipped his pants, tucking the front of his black shirt into them. He took a deep breath and patted Jason on the shoulder. “I think I’ll order us another round.”