text š± 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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text š± 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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āāāā WHEN HE WAS TOLD to hold on for a second, he wasnāt 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 tallerās nude flesh impacted the lagoonās 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.Ā ā wow ā- impressive !Ā ā he exclaimed, biting down on his bottom lip.Ā ā thatās certainly a bold way to make an entrance, hah. iād congratulate you on your beautiful body and form, but i donāt think i know your name.Ā ā that said, he offered a friendly grin and extended out one of his hands; hoping the blond would reach out and grab onto it.Ā ā iām dale, by-the-way, and iām a member here.Ā ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā 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. āWhat, do you think youād give that a, uh... ten out of ten? I think I got some decent leverage on that one.ā Jackson was anything but shy, so, when complimented, he waded towards the shallower end of the pool, hand reaching out to grasp Daleās, despite his obvious nudity. If there was ever a place to be ass naked, The Votive was it. āDale? Nice to meet you, mate. Jackson.ā He squeezed the other manās 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. āIām one of the escorts. What membership do you have? Got room in your schedule?ā
harricarterā:
āISĀ that a boomerang in your pocket or are you just happy to see me? though i guess it feels more like a didgeridoo.āĀ the australian jokes were probably something he should lay off on but when he could feel jackson hard against him, he just hadĀ too. similar to the fact that he couldnāt help but wiggleĀ against jacksonās lap as if he was trying to get comfortable when in reality he just wanted to make the other wantĀ him more.
he maybe should go ā get some tips, then come back to jackson but heād 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.Ā āi think iāll stay here,ā he said the confidence still in his tone but he started to stand back up,Ā āi mean unless youād like me to send someone else over to you,ā he nods towards one of the other dancers.Ā āiām sure he could help you out, you wonāt enjoy it as much but, who am i to stand in the way of you and him?ā despite the words he grinds back down against jacksonās lap, hand resting against the others chest.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā 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. āDigeri-donāt, unless you want me to totally lose it underneath you right now.* Which... he assumed Harri did. Jacksonās 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.
Ā Ā Ā Ā āIām pretty sure you know damn well that I donāt want you to send someone else over here.ā Harri had been teasing with unseen confidence -- something Jackson hadnāt quite been expecting -- and it was humiliating how arousing it was. When Harri began to grind again, Jacksonās fingers dug into Harriās hip, not sure if he wanted to keep him down or push him away. āFuck... Iām gonna fucking blow if you keep going. Youāre so... hot.ā Already, Jacksonās breath was lighter, his brow was beginning to lighten with a sheen of sweat.
text š± 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
text š± 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?
harricarterā:
CONFIDENCE had never been harriās strongest personality trait. heād been good at pretending to be confident, heād been confident when heād danced ballet all those years ago. but in recent years heād struggled with it. heād given himself away to men who wanted him just to feel wanted. not that they werenāt fun, itās just theyād be for the wrong reason. lately though, heād been more confident. more content with himself ā no, happyĀ 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.Ā
he felt prettyĀ 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 heād 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,Ā āhiya jackson,ā he greeted before sitting down in his lap. he was pretty sure it would be welcomed, but heād been feeling good enough to just go for it. to just sit down on his lap with a smile,Ā āiāve missed you, it feels like itās been too long since i saw you,āĀ
Ā Ā Ā Ā Jackson had to admit it: he was fucking bewitched. Harri moved on the stage as though heād 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 wasnāt quite so painfully pressed into the zipper of his jeans, eyes following the curve of Harriās ass, the way he wound himself around the pole as though he knew it well...
Ā Ā Ā Ā And then, Harri approached. Jackson nearly protested, his lips falling open, knowing his hard-on would be so fucking evident, but... wasnāt Harri used to it? And wasnāt this exactly what Jackson had been teasing for a while? An arm wound easily around Harriās hip, hand resting on Harriās opposite thigh. His hips rocked upwards of his own volition, just grinding for a moment, getting some reprieve. āClearly Iām stoked to see you, but if you need to move your pretty ass around for tips, I can wait.ā
āāāā Ā FEET AND ANKLES WERE bathed in the cool waters that filled up the votiveās 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 ā- winterās harsh breath always forced him to stay in, but now, the springtime air welcomed him with a warm embrace, and needless to say, he couldnāt be happier. what was even better, though, is that he seemed to be one of the only people enjoying the hotelās oasis; this privacy a bit unheard of within the resortās 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.Ā ā good evening !Ā ā he cooed, hoping they would be okay with him speaking to them.Ā ā howāre you doinā tonight ?Ā ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Jacksonās first reaction was to take a running jump as soon as he got within leaping distance of the pool. āOne sec,ā 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 wouldnāt he be? -- Jackson finally emerged from underneath the poolās 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. āSoz, mate. You alright? Sometimes youāve just gotta jump in first, yeah?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Something had changed, and Jackson wasnāt 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 heād 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.
Ā Ā Ā Ā 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
text š± 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.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā i have an idea. donāt immediately say no, okay ? ā lana started by way of greeting, holding up her index finger in the silent sign for them to not speak.Ā ā so on my way over here i passed by this bakery, yeah ? and theyāre doing free cake sampling for couples looking to get married, right ? so i got to thinking - letās pretend weāre engaged and go get some free cake. ā 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. ā 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 clientĀ ? āĀ
Ā Ā Ā Ā No good idea started with the phrase I have an idea, donāt 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. āThatās it?ā he asked, trying not to sound disappointed. āI thought you were gonna suggest, like, bloody... TPing the Big Bossās office. Or like... going to the pound and letting out all the animals. I mean, yeah, if you want cake, we can do it, cakeās awesome, but I dunno, mate, seems pretty, uh... tame.ā
Liam Hemsworth in Isnāt It Romantic (2019)
text š± 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
text š± 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.
text š± 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.
text š± 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.
text š± 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.