Close Encounters (RoyxJason) - DandyAF
AN: Immediately follows the events of Those First Encounters, but you don’t need to read it first if you don’t want to. Jason invites Roy back to his apartment in this one. Please go easy on me with this one. This is my first time writing smut!
Jason is attractive. The moment he turned around, all Roy could see was that soft blonde hair and those pink lips and those striking blue eyes…
He is also apparently a fan.
Normally, that would worry Roy. After the events of Drag Race, he avoided dating anyone that called themself a fan. It’s an easy form of flattery that usually translated less in to “I really like your performance” to “You look so hot in drag”. Roy was not at all comfortable with that. If someone told him that Bianca was hot, that might mean that he would be taking home a guy that would only fuck him while he was still wearing a wig and a waste cincher. It might mean demeaning himself before someone who only cared about one side of Roy. Worse yet, maybe they want Roy to stay in drag because didn’t want to admit that they were having sex with a man.
On the other hand, if they didn’t call themself a fan. it could mean that they couldn’t stand seeing Roy in drag, which is just as bad. Drag is a huge part of his life. He’s proud of his accomplishments and it’s not something he wants to relinquish anytime soon. Despite all of the makeup and wigs, he was still himself on stage and he could never be with someone that did not respect that.
Dating is difficult because Roy wants someone that can accept both Bianca and Roy as the same person.
Consequently, he hasn’t gotten laid in a very long time.
And then there’s Jason. Beautiful Jason. The moment that they shook hands, Roy could tell that this would turn in to something good.
Jason is a fan. He knows exactly who Roy is and what he does for a living, and he admires that, but he also looking at Roy de-dragged like he’s the most attractive man in the city, which is very surprising when Roy considers how grungy he must look right now. The jetlag, the performances, and the routine stitching and bitching have kept Roy up most nights that week. He can’t remember if he even showered that morning. In comparison to beautiful Jason, Roy felt like a dead hobo with nail polish.
The moment Roy said ‘we should change that’, Jason visibly gulped and he said quickly that his apartment is only two blocks away. Roy blames his fatigue for this moment of weakness, because he agreed to go with him.
And now here he is, in this tiny apartment, sitting at a miniscule kitchen table with his arms crossed, his legs crossed, and his one foot bobbing up and down rapidly as e talks about his two dogs and Jason listens to every word as he brews them both some coffee, because that’s what they need at one in the morning.
“I wouldn’t have pegged you as someone with tattoos.”
Jason’s sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, revealing two bands circling his forearm.
“I’m full of surprises, I guess.” Jason drawls. “Anything in your coffee?”
Roy shakes his head and so Jason places the mug in front of him, joining him at the table. The bands shift as Jason’s arm flexes.
“Do you have any?”
Roy blinks. Shit. He was staring.
“Huh?”
“Tattoos?”
“Oh. No.”
He drinks some coffee.
“I never really saw the appeal in them. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I like how they look on other people –” He waves a hand at Jason. “–and I’m sure they’re very meaningful. It’s just…I don’t feel the need to have any of my own.”
Jason eyes Roy from over his mug as he takes a languid sip. He hopes that he hasn’t just insulted him, but when he lowers the mug, Jason is actually smirking at him. He hums thoughtfully.
“I’d honestly be surprised if you did have any. But that’s okay.” There’s a flare of panic in Jason’s eyes before he explains, “I just mean that it doesn’t seem like something Bianca Del Rio would do.”
Roy laughs loudly as he imagines himself onstage with a sleeve of barbed wire and skulls.
“If I had any tattoos, it would be something like a tramp stamp of Bob Mackie’s face.”
Jason actually spits out some of his coffee.
He laughs and coughs once before saying, “I was thinking you could have ‘RIVERS’ on one shoulder and ‘CRAWFORD’ on the other.”
Roy chuckles.
“Or I could have ‘PROPERTY OF RUPAUL’ on my ass cheek.”
“And ‘FUCK MICHELLE’ on the other one.”
“I could even have a Hell’s Angel tattoo hiding somewhere.”
“Probably in the same place you put tally marks for every queen that you’ve put in her place.”
They’re both doubled over from laughing so hard. Jason’s eyes are scrunched shut. Roy is able to see is smile and admire the lines around his mouth as he laughs. He’s gorgeous, he makes decent coffee, and he has a sense of humour. He’s almost a complete package.
Jason’s laugh dies down as he opens his eyes and catches Roy starring again. He feels his face heat up and he looks down and fidgets with his coffee mug, missing the soft expression on Jason’s face.
A chair scrapes against the floor tiles loudly as Jason stands up and taps Roy on the shoulder.
“Come on,” He says. “The couch is more comfortable.”
Roy glances at Jason’s back as he walks out the kitchen before standing up and following him.
Jason’s couch is an old futon dressed up with various pillows and an afghan to make it look less cheap. It is comfortable, however, and Roy sighs to himself as he sinks down on to the cushions. Jason sits next to him, moving aside a couple of the pillows so that there’s nothing between them.
“To be honest, most of my tattoos don’t really have a special meaning.” He says, drawing them back to their previous conversation. “I like how the look on me, and I like their individual meanings, but that’s not why I get them.”
Roy lets his head rest on the back of the couch. “Tell me why.”
Jason looks at him, and there’s that soft expression again. Roy wonders what he is thinking when he looks at him like that.
“It may surprise you to know this, but a lot of people don’t like tattoos.”
He gasps dramatically.
“It’s true,” Jason chuckles. “Lots of people think they look ugly. That’s part of the reason I like them. The shock factor, and because it’s something that many folks still think is ugly.”
“You want to be ugly?” Roy scowls at him.
“Let me explain more…I’ve wanted to get tattoos for years. Long before I was allowed to. I didn’t really know why, I just felt like I need something on me. And then I got my first one done-” Jason indicates to his right arm, where he has large looping script printed under his bicep. “-the artist explained that she liked giving tattoos because it felt like she was helping someone express who they felt they were inside. That’s when I understood that tattoos are kind of therapeutic. A lot of the time, I feel like how I look on the outside doesn’t match what I feel inside.”
Here, Jason pauses to take a sip from his coffee.
“Like, what did you think when you first saw me?”
Of course, because Roy could never stay in a serious mode for too long, he quips,
“You’re a twenty-something hunk who wore a tailored suit to a gay club on a Saturday, so my immediate thought was ‘Aspiring Sugar Daddy’.”
They break out in laughter again.
“Why do you think I’m here?”
That earns Roy a playful thump on the shoulder as Jason mutters oh my god to himself.
“Okay, okay. Sorry. Please tell me more about your insides.”
Jason covers his face and laughs for a few more seconds before taking a deep breath and looking at Roy again, his face slightly flushed.
“Okay,” He says. “You’re not too far off. I think that a lot of people look at me and just see an attractive guy.”
He pauses. Roy fights down the urge to make another snide remark, because Jason is already avoiding eye contact now, and he doesn’t want to push him in any way.
“Don’t get me wrong, I really like knowing that people find me good looking, and those modeling jobs help pay my bills. But…it also feels like it’s not me. A lot of days, this,” He waves at his face, “Just feels like a protective shell, and who I am underneath isn’t even close to matching up with it. It’s like they’re two separate people.
“Tattoos help. A tattoo can distract people from my appearance and it might make me seem less attractive to some, which is kind of refreshing to be honest…but more importantly, it puts cracks in my shell and I feel like the real me is able to poke out. So when you see me… it feels like you’re seeing both people. Together.”
Something inside Roy had swelled up as Jason spoke (Christopher will later quote to Roy after he recounts the night, “And the Grinch’s small heart grew three sizes that day”) and it was taking a lot of willpower to keep him sitting still. His will finally snaps when Jason finishes and is looking down at his coffee mug, subdued and vulnerable after finishing exposing his feelings like that.
Roy gasps softly, “Holy hell.”
Jason slightly blanches.
“What? Was that too much?”
Roy takes both of their coffee mugs and places them on the coffee table behind him.
“I’m sorry if I – oh…” Jason trails off, his mouth hanging open as Roy crawls over and slips on to Jason’s lap, straddling him.
His hands resting on the back of the couch on other side of Jason’s head, Roy pauses just long enough to take in Jason’s widening eyes and the flush returning to his face before dipping his head down and claiming his mouth in a searing kiss.
Jason gasps in initial surprise, but soon he is returning Roy’s kiss and clutching at his hips with both hands.
For a few moments, they stay like that. Roy is reveling in the simplicity of just having a warm body underneath him, and Jason’s lips are so soft and lush, he feels like he can kiss him for hours.
But then he nips at Roy’s upper lip.
Heat flares up in his groin as he opens his mouth for Jason and they makeout more heavily. His hands slide underneath Roy’s hoodie and run up and down his back.
He shivers. He feels on fire. His head is spinning. He has no idea what he’s feeling except this carnal desire for more. Soon, Roy is sucking on Jason’s neck. He pulls his shirt off his shoulders. Jason shudders and bucks up in to Roy’s hips when he bites down in one particular spot on his clavicle.
Jason’s skin is smooth and creamy and his muscles are to die for, but they’re not Roy’s only goal. He kisses him again as he undoes the snap on his pants and tugs at the zipper. When he pulls his cock out and runs his thumb over the leaking head, Jason whimpers.
The man’s own hands are shaking as he reaches for the zipper of Roy’s hoodie, but Roy shakes him off.
Before he can complain, Roy is letting go of Jason’s mouth and slinking down his body, pulling his pants down with him until they’re completely off of him and Roy is kneeling on the floor between Jason’s spread legs.
A low, possessive moan is heard.
“God damn. You are full of surprises.”
On the inside of each thigh is a simple line of text, angled towards Jason’s groin in perfect symmetry.
Roy is salivating.
He immediately goes to kiss and nip the skin along those gorgeously placed tattoos.
The occasional puff of breath leaves Roy’s mouth as he works on the sensitive skin. It grazes the base of Jason’s cock, making him whimper.
Roy switched to the other thigh. Jason gasps when his tongue just zips up the other tattoo before sucking hard a patch of skin at the other end.
“Oh fuck.”
Jason emits one long whine until Roy relinquishes his leg with smacking lips. The bruise is vibrant against Jason’s pale groin, down to the circling indents from Roy’s teeth.
Roy looks up at him and smirks. “That was fun.”
“That was mean.”
“Says the man with the sexy tattoos. They might as well be two arrows pointing towards your dick.” As he talks, Roy takes said dick in one hand. “Whore.”
Jason probably has a retort at the tip of his tongue, but instead, he groans as Roy takes his cock in to his mouth in one quick swoop.
“Oh!”
Roy lets himself glance up at Jason. He looks completely blissed out, with one hand shoved in to his own hair like he can’t believe what is happening right now. His other hand reaches down blindly until his fingers are cradling the back of Roy’s neck.
Roy closes his eyes contently. He drops his jaw more and Jason’s cock drives deeper in to his mouth. He lets his own hands wonder across the man’s body, his hips, stomach, ribs…
As he draws his hands back down, his nails gently scratch across Jason’s body, almost tickling him. At the same time, Roy hollows out his cheeks and sucks hard while his tongue quickly lashes back and forth over the foreskin.
Jason is practically vibrating.
When his nails brush against the hickey on Jason’s thigh, his entire body thrusts off the couch. His cock dips in to Roy’s throat and he gags.
But instead of pulling off of Jason and reprimanding him, Roy takes the opportunity to grab his ass with both hands and pulls him closer until Roy’s nose is touching his pubic bone and he fucking swallows around Jason’s cock.
Jason groan loudly as he rocks his hips in tiny increments. Roy wants more than anything to see the look on his face and watch his muscles tense and relax, but he needs to concentrate.
He slowly drags his mouth off of Jason’s cock while hollowing his cheeks and sucking. Jason fucking whines as Roy lets go of him, but it’s replaced with another loud gasp when he suddenly dives all the way down again.
“Fuck! Roy, Roy – wait!”
Hands push against Roy’s shoulder until his mouth lets go of Jason’s cock with a wet pop. To his chagrin, Jason practically lifts him back on to his lap.
“What am I, your lapdog?” His voice comes out more horse than before.
Jason just digs his fingers in to Roy’s hips and pulls him down until their mouths meet in a bruising kiss. If ever there were a way to shut Roy up, this would be it.
Jason pulls away until their lips are just brushing against Roy’s.
“You’re a fucking minx.”
He bites Roy’s lip.
Roy is so distracted that he didn’t even realize that his hoodie had been unzipped until it was being pulled off of him. Jason grabs the hem of Roy’s shirt and pulls it over his head as well.
He has a moment where he thinks to himself shit he’s going to see me naked.
It’s not that he is ashamed of his physique, but Roy is definitely not as well toned as the man he’s straddling. He maintains a lithe shape because he needs to feel more comfortable in a corset and successfully pull off all of those formfitting dresses that he made just for himself without needing to adjust any sizes.
A part of him is worried that Jason will take in his scrawny chest and remember that Roy looks like that in order to look like a woman, and that idea will make him push Roy off of his lap.
But instead, Jason looks at him with reverence. He licks his lips while he stares at Roy’s skinny body with blown out pupils. He wraps his arms around Roy’s back and pulls him closer until their chests are pressed together.
“You’re so beautiful.” Jason breathes before kissing Roy some more.
Roy sighs in to his mouth and lets go of his insecurities just a little more.
Soon, his back is being pressed down on to the couch while Jason hovers over him and is tugging his pants down to unleash Roy’s cock.
And, well, that’s definitely not something Roy has ever felt insecure about.
Jason palms the stiff cock, making Roy tense and arch is back and dig his fingers in to Jason’s ass cheeks. When Jason fists both of their dicks together in one hand, Roy thinks that he might not be able to move his limbs after this is over.
“God.” He groans.
Jason grins.
“Not quite.”
He rolls his eyes and gently smacks his ass. He doesn’t miss the flash of something in Jason’s eyes as he does so. Curious, he slaps Jason again with his other hand, just a little hard. The man shudders and bucks up against Roy. He drops his head on to his shoulder.
“Full of surprises.” He mutters in to Jason’s hair. “Ah!”
Jason is biting down hard on Roy’s shoulder as he picks up the tempo with his hand. Roy draws him in to another kiss and they remain at that pace for a while, with his hands roaming freely over Jason. Occasionally, he’ll let a hand reach down for Jason’s ass and give it another gentle hit, just to make him whimper in to Roy’s mouth.
When Jason is about to cum, he tries to hold back, his hand stuttering as he marginally slows down. He stops kissing Roy and just lets their foreheads rest against each others, heavy breath mixing together, as he concentrates. It’s clear that he wants Roy to get there first.
Roy is not for that at all.
He pecks Jason on the lips before grabbing his ass in one hand and taking their cocks in the other, quickening the pace once more, and lifting his hips to grind against him hard and slow.
Jason whines.
“C’mon,” Roy coos. “C’mon, I know you want to. Do it for me.”
Jason lets himself rock with Roy a few more times, but a moment later, his breathing stops and his entire body tenses. He halts his hips and lets Roy’s body move against him be he suddenly yelps and cums all over Roy’s stomach.
Roy wants to cum so bad that his balls are throbbing, but he grins triumphantly as Jason sags against him and groans.
“I knew you could do it, champ.” Roy says, ignoring the stutter in his voice from being so goddamn turned on.
Jason huffs and lifts his head to kiss Roy, sloppy and eager. He’s gone as quick as he came (ha) and crawls down until he’s facing Roy’s hard cock.
Roy tenses and groans when Jason’s mouth bobs up and down around the shaft, quick, wet, and sloppy, but so hot and good.
Gone are the barriers. Away goes any of Roy’s defense mechanisms, his jokes, his methods of keeping people away. All of that is replaced with Jason’s hot, wet mouth, and those strong hands urging his hips to move as the fire in his belly grows and Roy can feel it welling up in him, feel his thighs tense, and his back arcs and his hands grab on tightly to the arm rest above his head.
“Jason…fuck!” Roy groans, “I’m gonna…I’m gonna c–” Roy yells as he feels himself let go. Jason quickly pulls his mouth away, but he doesn’t stop pumping his hand around Roy as he spurts everywhere. His entire body shivers until there’s nothing left, and he drops back on to the couch again.
Roy sighs and sinks deeper in to the couch until he feels like he’s become part of it. Jason slinks back up his body, laying kisses in random spots until he’s back at Roy’s mouth.
Roy’s arms are still resting, stretched over his head and hanging off the side of the couch, and he just lets Jason kiss him deeply and indulgently. He sighs with satisfaction.
“I don’t think my legs work anymore.” He mumbles. He flexes his toes experimentally, but everything suddenly feels weighted down. The thought of getting dressed is unbearable.
“Does that mean you’re staying the night?” Jason asks, pressing his lips to Roy’s jawline.
Roy hums.
“I’ll have to leave early in the morning. I can’t leave my dogs alone all day.”
“Oh. Right.”
It’s not a rejection. Roy actually does have two dogs to take care of, and Jason knows that from one of their earlier conversations. Regardless, Roy can tell that Jason is taking it as if it is a rejection.
He lifts one hand to gently rub at the back of Jason’s neck, coaxing him to look at him.
“You like dogs?” He asks. “You can come with me when I take them for a walk tomorrow.” And then they can relax at Roy’s apartment and maybe see how comfortable his own couch can be. Or his bed. Or his kitchen table. He’s not picky.
Jason grins up at him. “Sure. I’ll buy us coffee on the way over there.”
“Deal. Now carry me to bed.”
“Carry yourself!”
He reaches down and swiftly slaps Jason’s ass one final time. He flinches against Roy’s thigh and then gasps as they both feel his cock twitch. Roy can only chuckle as Jason looks at him with indignation.
Never has he felt more thankful for a silk tie and a sultry handshake than now.