man of steele

Jackson Steele. 27. Former porn star. Lover escort. Gay. Weird as fuck.

[jackscnsteele]

text 📱 jackson & oliver

oliver: please, i'm ready to die

oliver: if only to get away from you

oliver: you're my misery

jackson: bloody hate you mate.

jackson: love you, bye.

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━━━━ WHEN HE WAS TOLD to hold on for a second, he wasn’t necessarily sure what to make of it; the other male now teetering along the fine line of being rude, and being polite. however, when it was finally discovered why he requested for the brunet to wait, it all came together. before he could move away, he watched as the golden-haired stranger took a running leap into the pool before him. raising his hands up to cover his face and hair, he chuckled at the burst of aqua as soon as the taller’s nude flesh impacted the lagoon’s crystalline surface. as he watched the figure wading in the water catch his breath, dale began to give him a round of applause; flurries of laughter falling from betwixt his lips all the while. “ wow —- impressive ! ” he exclaimed, biting down on his bottom lip. “ that’s certainly a bold way to make an entrance, hah. i’d congratulate you on your beautiful body and form, but i don’t think i know your name. ” that said, he offered a friendly grin and extended out one of his hands; hoping the blond would reach out and grab onto it. “ i’m dale, by-the-way, and i’m a member here. ”

     No one had ever accused Jackson of being mature. Sure, maybe his occupation teetered on that edge, but the man himself was a bit of a nightmare, truth be told. The applause garnered a bark of a laugh, and Jackson shaking his hair out much like a puppy. “What, do you think you’d give that a, uh... ten out of ten? I think I got some decent leverage on that one.” Jackson was anything but shy, so, when complimented, he waded towards the shallower end of the pool, hand reaching out to grasp Dale’s, despite his obvious nudity. If there was ever a place to be ass naked, The Votive was it. “Dale? Nice to meet you, mate. Jackson.” He squeezed the other man’s hand, hand swiping through his hair to clear it a bit. He climbed from the pool to perch on the edge of it. No better time to network. “I’m one of the escorts. What membership do you have? Got room in your schedule?”

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harricarter‌:

“IS that a boomerang in your pocket or are you just happy to see me? though i guess it feels more like a didgeridoo.”  the australian jokes were probably something he should lay off on but when he could feel jackson hard against him, he just had too. similar to the fact that he couldn’t help but wiggle against jackson’s lap as if he was trying to get comfortable when in reality he just wanted to make the other want him more.

he maybe should go – get some tips, then come back to jackson but he’d been working a long shift today. he was always up to picking up extra hours and he was coming to the end of his shift anyways. “i think i’ll stay here,” he said the confidence still in his tone but he started to stand back up, “i mean unless you’d like me to send someone else over to you,” he nods towards one of the other dancers. “i’m sure he could help you out, you won’t enjoy it as much but, who am i to stand in the way of you and him?” despite the words he grinds back down against jackson’s lap, hand resting against the others chest. 

     Jackson was going to cum in his pants; it was just an inevitability at this point, and one that he was going to have to embrace. Especially if Harri kept calling it out, teasing him, fucking moving on top of him. “Digeri-don’t, unless you want me to totally lose it underneath you right now.* Which... he assumed Harri did. Jackson’s history in porn, fortunately, allowed him some measure of control over himself, and he forced himself to put mind over matter, and hold back from easing onto the cusp of an earth-shattering orgasm.

     “I’m pretty sure you know damn well that I don’t want you to send someone else over here.” Harri had been teasing with unseen confidence -- something Jackson hadn’t quite been expecting -- and it was humiliating how arousing it was. When Harri began to grind again, Jackson’s fingers dug into Harri’s hip, not sure if he wanted to keep him down or push him away. “Fuck... I’m gonna fucking blow if you keep going. You’re so... hot.” Already, Jackson’s breath was lighter, his brow was beginning to lighten with a sheen of sweat.

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text 📱 jackson & oliver

oliver: yeah, all the shit looks

oliver: maybe i'll just be alone forever

oliver: i like the quiet

jackson: i'm going to seriously take you into the back of the yard and shoot you

jackson: put you out of your misery

jackson: with the shotgun i assume you've since bought to wave at the kids who come on your lawn

[jackscnsteele]

text 📱 jackson & oliver

oliver: well running circles just implies you're fitter and not smarter, but ok, kid

oliver: yeah well our issue is still there, isn't it?

oliver: you know, place of work?

oliver: for all three of us

jackson: so you admit i got the looks in this family

jackson: it's never gonna be easy, mate

jackson: just figure out if you think it's worth it, yeah?

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harricarter‌:

CONFIDENCE had never been harri’s strongest personality trait. he’d been good at pretending to be confident, he’d been confident when he’d danced ballet all those years ago. but in recent years he’d struggled with it. he’d given himself away to men who wanted him just to feel wanted. not that they weren’t fun, it’s just they’d be for the wrong reason. lately though, he’d been more confident. more content with himself – no, happy with himself. this however, dancing on the stage eyes finding jackson despite how he tried to look at others, to make extra tips. there was just something about jackson that kept him going back. 

he felt pretty today, pinks and purples on a satin front panel but when he turned around he revealed a mesh backside, his bum on display. he had a matching bra in his room but today he’d felt like he should just wear the panties. he turned around on the stage again, grinding against the pole. the song finished and before the next could start he walked down the steps heading towards the other, “hiya jackson,” he greeted before sitting down in his lap. he was pretty sure it would be welcomed, but he’d been feeling good enough to just go for it. to just sit down on his lap with a smile, “i’ve missed you, it feels like it’s been too long since i saw you,” 

     Jackson had to admit it: he was fucking bewitched. Harri moved on the stage as though he’d been born there, like the proverbial fish in water. Jackson noted the way he moved, the grace, but also the sheer confidence of it; Jackson, despite himself, was shamelessly hard. He took another long drink from his pint, shifting enough that his erection wasn’t quite so painfully pressed into the zipper of his jeans, eyes following the curve of Harri’s ass, the way he wound himself around the pole as though he knew it well...

     And then, Harri approached. Jackson nearly protested, his lips falling open, knowing his hard-on would be so fucking evident, but... wasn’t Harri used to it? And wasn’t this exactly what Jackson had been teasing for a while? An arm wound easily around Harri’s hip, hand resting on Harri’s opposite thigh. His hips rocked upwards of his own volition, just grinding for a moment, getting some reprieve. “Clearly I’m stoked to see you, but if you need to move your pretty ass around for tips, I can wait.”

[tylernashs]

━━━━   FEET AND ANKLES WERE bathed in the cool waters that filled up the votive’s pool, and in that same instance, dale inhaled and exhaled a deep breath; his exposed torso not freckling over with goosebumps anymore due to the beautiful change of season in new york. it had been quite sometime since he was able to fully enjoy being outside —- winter’s harsh breath always forced him to stay in, but now, the springtime air welcomed him with a warm embrace, and needless to say, he couldn’t be happier. what was even better, though, is that he seemed to be one of the only people enjoying the hotel’s oasis; this privacy a bit unheard of within the resort’s walls. though, just as his loneliness was settling in, he turned his head and caught sight of another individual sauntering towards the lagoon of electric blue hues. offering a smile, he raised an arm and waved to them. “ good evening ! ” he cooed, hoping they would be okay with him speaking to them. “ how’re you doin’ tonight ? ”

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     Jackson’s first reaction was to take a running jump as soon as he got within leaping distance of the pool. “One sec,” he requested as he plunged in, soaking himself. Jackson was, at his core, something of a child, and though his maturity peered through when it was needed, what was the point, really, on any other day? Nude -- because why wouldn’t he be? -- Jackson finally emerged from underneath the pool’s depths, swim trunks having been abandoned on his jump, lying in a pile at the entrance to the pool. He wiped his eyes and focused on the other, pleased, flashing a smile. “Soz, mate. You alright? Sometimes you’ve just gotta jump in first, yeah?”

[jackscnsteele]

     Something had changed, and Jackson wasn’t quite sure what. All he knew was that Harri was different, in all of the best ways, and Jackson was just along for the ride. As much as he’d adored Harri before, he was bewitched now, and it showed in his predatory gaze as Harri took to the stage. Harri was limber. Lithe. He belonged on the stage, and Jackson was just lucky to be along for the ride. He let out a shaky breath, losing himself in the beer in front of him for a few moments, lest he make a mess of himself before Harri even approached.

     This, Jackson determined, was exactly who Harri deserved to be, and if there was room for him in the equation -- friendly or very friendly -- he would be there. || @harricarter

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[jackscnsteele]

text 📱 jackson & oliver

oliver: i don't have that problem, that's all on you, pal.

oliver: never said you had to go to uni, just said you should be smarter.

oliver: thanks for sticking your nose in where it doesn't belong.

jackson: i am smart. the smartest. can run circles around you, fucker.

jackson: yeah, no worries. happy to do it.

jackson: look, mate, i know it's not just on you but she's still into you. it's obvious.

[solanalinkon]

             “ i have an idea. don’t immediately say no, okay ? ” lana started by way of greeting, holding up her index finger in the silent sign for them to not speak.  “ so on my way over here i passed by this bakery, yeah ? and they’re doing free cake sampling for couples looking to get married, right ? so i got to thinking - let’s pretend we’re engaged and go get some free cake. ” of all of the ideas lana had presented over the years, this was more of the harmless ones, even if she did have a shit-eating grin on her face. “ so, whaddya say ? want to be mine for like … two and a half hours and get free food before i get tied up by my next client ? ” 

[jackscnsteele]

     No good idea started with the phrase I have an idea, don’t say no. But those kinds of bad ideas were exactly the kinds of ideas that Jackson loved the most. He was game and bloody pumped before he even heard the idea; recklessness was, truly, the mother of all invention. But the idea Solana provided was relatively domesticated compared with what Jackson had been expecting. “That’s it?” he asked, trying not to sound disappointed. “I thought you were gonna suggest, like, bloody... TPing the Big Boss’s office. Or like... going to the pound and letting out all the animals. I mean, yeah, if you want cake, we can do it, cake’s awesome, but I dunno, mate, seems pretty, uh... tame.”

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Liam Hemsworth in Isn’t It Romantic (2019)

[jackscnsteele]

text 📱 jackson & harri

harri: well of course, that's my signature move.

harri: doing what? what am i doing? other then palming myself for some sort of relief, i'm so hard.

harri: okay, i hope you don't miss me too much.

jackson: i'm just over here wondering

jackson: if you know what kind of power you've got

jackson: because this is fucking insane

[jackscnsteele]

text 📱 jackson & harri

harri: it did drive me bonkers, but i'm glad you didn't do anything. i'd have to prank you pretty bad back if you had.

harri: imagine if i was there in person, in my tiny panties leaking precum because of you? so hard, begging for it?

harri: it'll depend if i get any private dance requests that can extend my time a bit. not too late tonight though, don't worry.

jackson: you're always gonna have one up on me.

jackson: fuck why are you doing this when you have to work? i can't fucking handle it. seriously, my cock's not recovered and it's almost painful.

jackson: yeah, no, do what you gotta. i'll be working until like 10.

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text 📱 jackson & harri

harri: i don't like surprises!!!

harri: you better. i think it is hot, isn't it?

harri: shit, that's so fucking hot. look what i did to you. my mouth is watering.

harri: i have work! stop tempting me to skip work to clean up your desk and your dick. unless you think you get hard again for me?

jackson: fine. i didn't do ANYTHING. but you thought i did and it drove you bonkers.

jackson: yeah, harri. you did that. with a PICTURE. you're fucking astounding.

jackson: how late do you work? i can definitely make that happen. make a mess of you.

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text 📱 jackson & oliver

oliver: shit, sorry mate, didn't realise you were still having that problem finishing

oliver: you really should go see a doctor about it

oliver: it would be nice if you were smarter, though i gave up on that long ago

oliver: what do you mean? none of this has ever been about MY decision, she knows my decision

jackson: always only seems to happen after i talk to you, prick. it must be contagious.

jackson: i'm smart enough. you don't need uni to get through life, mate. i'm doing just fine.

jackson: i dunno, man. i'm just the messenger. might be time to revisit.

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text 📱 jackson & harri

harri: fine since you asked so nice. but i would rather a video of you doing it.

harri: [photo attached]

harri: hope that makes you happy, jax.

harri: don't call me a prick when i just sent you a mostly nude photo! that's rude! i love you too. so tell me what you did, and the next time i'll show you how good i am on my knees...

harri: at begging, that is.

harri: after work? gotta make you wait for me.

jackson: why ruin the surprise?

jackson: holy fuck that's bloody hot. give me like... 15. fuck what i did. i'll tell you later.

jackson: [about 20 later - picture attached of his cum dotting his desk]

jackson: come over. you can clean it with your tongue.