open to: MxM // tops + bottoms who play with toys + older, younger, cousins, father/son, friends, dorm mates wtv
setting: your muse just walked in on Jackson jerking off to gay porn
“Uh-” Jackson froze, angry red cock in hand as his laptop sat on his knees. The video of the young blonde boy getting railed by an older man still playing as their moans rang out through the room, only adding to Jackson’s embarrassment. “this isn’t what it looks like.” He tried to defend, not really sure how he could possibly talk his way out of this one.
( ( closed ;; @dovchebags ) )
plot: age gap difference and many people against their relationship so a lot of angst and fights.
“when you are done throwing a tantrum over absolutely nothing you can talk to me, you are so obsessed with the idea that i’m going to cheat on you that you are making things up in your head.” he sighed trying to keep his cool. “why?– i know your ex fucked you up, but i don’t know how many more times i have to tell you this, i. am. NOT. him.”
setting: Jackson finds Elliot passed out on the couch and can’t help himself.
They were both home for the holidays, Jackson back from college, and Elliot staying there as well. It was the only time of year when the two really saw each other again, but as Elliot had gotten older, Jackson had only become more and more attracted to him. In school he always went for the older guys, the alpha jocks, the charismatic men who reminded him so much of his brother. He’d blow them, let them fuck him, all the while wishing it was Elliot. It was hard even being under the same roof as his older brother, he’d lay in bed at night thinking about the man in the room next to him, and he’d play with himself, his fingers sinking into his wanting hole as he imagined it was his brother.
This night his brother was out with friends, doing who knew what while Jackson was left at home. He heard the front door open and close and wondered if it was enough to wake their parents. There was nothing and Jackson thought maybe he’d sneak a peek at whatever his brother was doing downstairs. He got as far as the top of the stairs before he heard the light snores coming from the den, the TV on low as a pale blue glow filled the room. Jackson crept down the stairs and saw his brother Elliot fast asleep on the couch, legs spread wide as his head tilted to the side, mouth agape. Jackson’s mouth went dry as he inched forward, his heart raced in his chest as he sank to his knees between his brother’s leg, immediately smelling the pungent stench of alcohol as it wafted from Elliot’s pores. Getting his brother’s belt open was easy, his breath quivered with every movement until he opened the man’s fly and tentatively gripped the soft, but warm cock within. Fuck was it beautiful. Idly Jackson leaned forward, wrapping his lips around him as he started to will the soft appendage to life in his mouth.
setting: Jackson is stumbling home after a party when he runs into a regular customer from the coffee shop.
Jackson stumbled, one foot in front of the other as he hummed a little bit under his breath. His friends had wanted to call him a taxi but his dorm was only a few blocks away from the house party where he’d spent the last several hours shotgunning-beers and doing keg stands with the rest of the wrestling team. He could have sworn that one of his friends had been making eyes at him the whole time, but Jackson was too afraid what would happen if he made a move on one of the guys and got rejected. His whole life was about the team, if he ended up getting ostracized then it wouldn’t be long until Jackson lost his scholarship completely.
Lost in his own drunken thoughts, already thinking about which of his friends he was going to jerk off to when he got home, Jackson didn’t even notice that a car had been following him for the past couple of blocks. The boy turned down an alley and disappeared from the safety of the street lights, unaware that the car had come to a stop and someone was getting out of it to follow him even now. Taking out his phone, the dim glow from the screen illuminated his face as he drunkenly re-downloaded Grindr for the eight-millionth time, hiding behind an anonymous profile as he tried to find someone to hook up with. Then, everything went dark.
When Jackson woke up he was somewhere dark, not the alley he’d just been walking but somewhere else entirely. He rubbed at his head, still drunk as the room spun and he tried to get his bearings. Gradually the boy’s eyes adjusted to the dim light as the shapes within the basement began to take form. A sharp chill bit his skin as he sat up on the rickety bed, hearing rusty springs squeak and groan as he did. A sharp chill ran across his exposed skin as he realized his shirt and pants were gone, left in nothing but his underwear on an old, stained mattress.
The door at the top of the wooden stairs opened and bleary eyes strained against the light there, “What-” Jackson could only make out the outline of the looming figure as they stood there, no clear or definable features yet in place as he tried to piece together what was going on. A rattle of chains followed as he lifted his hand to shield himself from the light, one wrist was connected to the wall by metal links, “what’s going on?” Jackson asked as fear and panic flooded his inebriated system. There was something heavier in his body, like his limbs were protesting with every movement. “Who the fuck are you?”
Hey everyone, I know it’s been a while sense Jay or I had much to say here on the internet. But I think we are both really reaching a solid point in our life together. So I hope we still have some internet friends around here?
Jay says Hi by the way.
Talk soon. Maybe leave a message or a question? I know it’s been a while.
