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jameson albrecht ― twenty-six · single · ex police officer "fear not the sin that benefits others." rp account aim: jamesonfever

[h-ellriot]

Oh, yeah, sure. Actually, no, you are pretty nice, you’re just a very tease-y person, I guess. I don’t think that’s a word but can we pretend it is? And I can; float, I mean. Maybe not drown is a better word.

Except I’m also a bed away like, all the time - okay, okay. ‘Chat or something’ - if it’s okay, you might be my go to for… well, I mean, for sex, but for hanging out, too. Most of my real world friends aren’t really… well, they’re not really my friends, I know that, but they’re also not really good influences. That’s how the doctors at the rehab centre would have put it.

What are you going to give me, though? Besides being a better influence - it’s not pretty, you know. I’m not a pretty person; I’m way better in here, but out there - I don’t even know what I’m like out there, without the drugs. I haven’t seen that person since Teddy was born and that was three years and an overdose ago.

[doubleshotofjameson]

I was being sarcastic, but I will take the compliment without complaint. I like to tease, it's fun. We'll pretend all your adjectives are real words until I bring you that book. I don't know if it is a better word for it or not. Because floating is better than not drowning.

Alright, so that kind of helps a little in terms of our friendship - I'll agree to that. But I didn't really think, outside of the house it would be that big of a problem. If you need me hanging out with you all the time meant you wouldn't go back to a life of drugs, then I'd be more than willing to help. I mean maybe not all of the time, but like most of the time, then I wouldn't complain. I see it as, I'm not tired of your mug now, can you imagine me getting tired of it when we have some freedom? 

I have to give you something other than my good influence and a book of adjectives? What are you expecting? Well- listen Noah. If we're going to stay friends and connected, you're not going to go back to that. Alright? I don't think friendships should have conditions, but you can't go back to that. I won't let you. Sound fair?

[h-ellriot]

Hey, be nice. This is an actual workout for me; this is hard. I don’t do a lot of physical activity - but since I’m eating properly again; at least I think this is properly, I guess I better start, right?

No, I don’t want to cut ties, I have no plans to at all. I’d even maybe like to see if maybe Mel will give me lessons in the actual ocean - I’m just; are you sure the divorced ex-cop is going to want to be around the junkie dropout once they’re not penned in by four walls and willpower is all she’s got left? I just - I don’t want to be a trainwreck. I don’t plan on being a trainwreck, I’m going to do everything I can to make sure I’m not one, but I also… I don’t want anyone to be hit by friendly fire, is all. I’m not exactly the safest person to be around.

[doubleshotofjameson]

I am always nice, I don't know what you're talking about. Yeah I guess no better time to start than... well whenever really. Always a good skill to learn. how to swim that is. At least how to float. 

Just because we live in the same house doesn't mean I have to talk to you. I could have distracted myself other ways, so yeah I'm thinking outside in the real world, I'd probably give you a ring at some point. Chat or something. Well who knows, maybe you need an ex cop giving you something a bit more than just willpower to stay straight. A friendly reminder.

[h-ellriot]

No, I told you, I was practicing. This way next time shoves me in a pool I won’t have a panic attack.

All right, funny guy; for Christmas you’re going to get a kick in the seat of the pants - though, are you saying that we’ll still be you’ll still be like, talking to me by Christmas? The show will be over by then, I mean.

[doubleshotofjameson]

Well, good for you then. Gotta start somewhere. I was going to offer to come down and help you, but I'm kind of entertained watching you get in, try and then come back to message me back.

Funny. That's a new one. I know the show will be over. And yeah, who knows. Maybe I will be. I didn't see a harm in doing so. Unless you were like considering cutting ties or something then I guess I'll give some other girl a book of adjectives. 

[h-ellriot]

I’m trying to swim. Or, not drown might be a better way of putting it.

Leave me alone; I’m a highschool dropout.

[doubleshotofjameson]

Is that what you're doing...? I thought you were just splashing for the hell of it...

...Who will be getting a book of adjectives for Christmas.

[h-ellriot]

Probably right underneath you. I’ve been practicting what Mel taught me this weekend in the pool all afternoon.

I just don’t think ‘sweet’ is the right word for being picked over someone’s hand to get off with, but it does sum you up pretty well.

[doubleshotofjameson]

Maybe not right underneath me, but hang on- Oh yeah nope. I saw you. Wait what are you trying to do?

You... use that word a lot for me. If I get a chance I'm going to buy you a book of adjectives.

[h-ellriot]

Oh, to hangout with you. Where are you, anyway?

I’m not sure it’s the right word, but I’m also going to say that’s sweet.

So why do you guys still harp on it?

[doubleshotofjameson]

Brought my laptop to the balcony and being lazy. Why? Where are you?

What do you mean it's not the right word? I'm not... following...

I don't know. I guess a part of me thought it would be good on the show?

[h-ellriot]

The point is that you probably have a hard on and don’t want to take care of it yourself.

Not that I don’t love being your first choice after your hand.

No. Why do you guys dislike each other so much?

[doubleshotofjameson]

No it wasn't, but since you brought it up. Yes you coming to hang out with me would be pretty awesome. 

Pretty sure you're my first choice before my hand. When you decline then I guess I could use my hand.

I... don't actually remember. It was on the first day. 

[h-ellriot]

What? Stare at the wall or the cat videos? Because the former - I mean, I was kind of asleep in the first place, so. It’s totally an improvement!

Many hours? I think you might be making out like I have more stamina than I do.

Only if you start living in a trashcan.

[doubleshotofjameson]

Both. Both is my answer. 

I might be, but that really isn't the point right now. Find the point now.

Does living with Razer count?

[h-ellriot]

I used to waste hours at a time staring at a wall, okay? This was an improvement, you grouch.

[doubleshotofjameson]

I don't even know how you can do that? I'd fall asleep. Also three hours of cat videos is not an improvement. You could spend many hours doing someone way better.

Can we start calling me Oscar?

[h-ellriot]

That was one time. Will you move the heck on already?

[doubleshotofjameson]

THREE. HOURS. NOAH!

Three. Hours.

Never forget!

[48748]

[h-ellriot]

Okay, but what’s wrong with binge watching The Office?

[doubleshotofjameson]

I feel like I have done nothing. It's like you and your cat videos.

[doubleshotofjameson]

Things you should... probably not do. 

Binge watch The Office.

It's like a little demon whispered 'you should watch the office' and so I did and now I regret it.

[h-ellriot]

what beautiful battlefields you are//jameson&noah

[h-ellriot]

Noah laughed at the statement, the sound coming out in a breathless, caught up sort of a whimper more than anything else as his teeth drug over her neck. There was something just - ridiculously attractive about Jameson. It had been there since the first time they’d talked, in all truth, though this certainly wasn’t where Noah had thought she’d end up with him. She didn’t know what it was, exactly; he was attractive flatout, obviously. Taller than her, totally gorgeous - the ex-cop thing was definitely working for him - and she didn’t know a lot of white guys that could rock the shaved head thing, but here he was, proving her wrong. Not to mention, he really did rock the broody thing - even if she’d learned he wasn’t actually that broody of a person, it still suited him ridiculously well.

She couldn’t do anything but hum agreement at his insistence about her not getting hurt, too caught up in the kiss and how their bodies were pressed together and how good it felt. If Noah was anything, it was easily overwhelmed, and Jameson seemed to be really good at overwhelming her. Admittedly, it wasn’t like she was complaining. “I know,” she gave back, soft, caught up in a rush. She closed her eyes, resting her head back against the tile when he dropped his head to her shoulder, digging her teeth into her lip as he ground against her again. This was something she could get used to with like, little to no effort; in all truth, she was pretty sure she already was used to it. That had the potential to be dangerous, of course, but that kind of made it better.

She couldn’t really arch properly with the way she was being held, mostly just putting in effort to be straight up instead of folding in on herself, but she appreciated it nonetheless when his fingers moved over her chest, half smiling to herself as she rememberd moving his hand there for him last time. They were learning each other, apparently; she liked it.

Noah felt him pull back to look between them when she started touching herself, and tried not to be bothered or self conscious about it. She wasn’t sure if it was going to bother him, after all, and if she started obsessing over that there was literally no chance of her getting off at all. He didn’t say anything to her - apparently far more interested in pressing lips and teeth and tongue along skin, which she was obviously okay with, and she decided that, for now, that meant it was okay. She brought her hand up, away from herself, to press against the wall behind her for balance when he shifted her weight, opening her eyes to look at him now. If she’d been thinking in a straight line it probably would’ve taken less time for her to premeditate what he was doing, but it wasn’t like she minded when he did it - that was sort of the objective of ‘getting it in’, wasn’t it? Really, the sound he made, first loud and then muffled against her body, was almost better for her than how he felt. Almost, and she let out a sound of her own to contend against his, arching the little she could in an effort to adjust somewhat.

“Fuck,” she gave in a soft sort of hiss, bringing her hand up to follow over the curve of his jaw and letting her hips stutter out against his. She moved her hand to the back of his head, other hand spanning out against his ribcage, and did her best to try and keep time with his hips with her own, not bothering to stay quiet. What was the point? Razer and Mel would’ve been the closest to them, and not only did they know what was going on, they were outside. If someone else heard them - well, Noah was pretty sure it wasn’t the first time someone in the house would be hearing her moaning. It wasn’t like she was getting around a lot - but like, really, she was getting around a pretty fair amount, and she felt reckless tonight, anyway. She kind of felt like being stupid; not that hooking up with Jameson was stupid - she was actually pretty sure he was the safest person in the house for her to sleep with - but, nonetheless. Noah bent her head to press her lips to his cheek, and then tilted to press against his jaw instead, pulling skin between teeth and then moving down the column of his neck the best she could. It wasn’t the most well executed sort of contact given the position, but she wanted to touch him, so - hey, at least she was trying, right?

[doubleshotofjameson]

There was no denying that when Jameson first came in to the house he was immediately drawn to the idea of flings. Casual sex and for it to broadcast across the nation. He went into that with that understanding, and that hopefully his sisters wouldn't watch. With Noah though, when he first met her, he hadn't ruled her out. After talking to her though, it just seemed less likely that he would have found himself in this position. Holding her against the shower tile with her fingers grasping at his body and his arousal for her growing by the second. And yes, he had lied to her about how he felt about her doing drugs, about being an ex-junkie. It did bother him, which is what settled a lot of doubt in him. Fortunately the attraction he had to Noah outweighed that doubt. He hoped that that was obvious when he was more than happy to go along with this odd connection they had. He hummed in the back of his throat, approving of her bites and nips against his skin. Noah was- different to say the least. From the information he'd already learned from her that one night, he had a difficult time getting a read on her.

It wasn't like with the others where he just figured they were all liars, and Noah was separated from that category. Another figure in a group of liars and actors until he had her like this. A very vulnerable position. Not just for her, but for them both. Exposing their bodies revealed scars that clothes hid. Stories. And they both had them. Maybe that was why the attraction outweighed the doubt, because for Jameson he felt like he wanted to know more. Just constantly curious. His body flushed against hers with his lips back pressed up against hers. 

Jameson adjusted the two of them carefully so he could hold her properly, every bit of movement pulling at the tightness more and more. Once settled into a comfortable position with her secured in his arms Jameson's hips were moving against Noah's. He wasn't entirely sure why, but the way she swore- it was almost like he never expected it out of her. There was just some people who didn't swear, and people who didn't fit the personality he thought they'd be. Noah was one of them, if only because it seemed that Jameson had an awful judge of character. At least that's what he was gathering about himself. He lifted his head out of her neck to press along her jawline before returning his lips to hers. Just for a second, to find anything to keep his actions moving. Mostly because his hands were busy holding her fairly light body up and his lips were sliding over parts of her body that he was capable at. Which was the main reason why he often preferred a bed over anything else. 

Noah's desire was exhilarating and exciting. She knew what she wanted, and how she went about it - it set his nerves on edge. His hips grinded against hers, creating a rhythm. He wanted to make it last, if only because he wanted her to finish with him. Even if he knew that she might not be able to. He still wanted to try. He had told her he would try. His nails dug into the flesh of her legs as he continued to thrust into her. In this moment he enjoyed not having to think too much on anything other than the pure pleasure of sex. His breathing shallowed as he pressed himself against her, urging her to be louder without any actual words. 

[miss-melxo]

Wow, and I’d probably tell you to suck my dick because I’m pretty sure I was room three’s orgy idea’s number one fan.  It wouldn’t have, you’re right about that mate.

[doubleshotofjameson]

That's your catchphrase isn't it? People watching us have graphics of you saying "suck my dick" and gif sets of how many times you've said it. It would say Melanie Wilson + suck my dick. It is possible for me to be right.

[miss-melxo]

Forget making it to the end, what ever happened to that room three orgy?

[doubleshotofjameson]

I was going to say it happened already without you, but then I realized it wouldn't have been nearly as fun.

[prettyonthexthrone]

How tall are you, anyway? Not that I doubt that the bed’s small, it’s just a problem that I personally don’t face. Just four or five suitcases - you know, the basic stuff.

[doubleshotofjameson]

6"1' I can imagine. It's not that I don't fit, it's just harder to stretch out or anything like that. Basic...stuff... I think I brought one- two bags?