47 for jarlive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
lmao i didnt even use the line but WHATEVER JUST TAKE THIS
James lights a cigarette in one of the empty rooms, breathing in the smoke that wafts around him and listening to the white noise of the ventilation. It’s not often that he comes to a halt like this; the perpetual motion machine of moving parts that he is doesn’t really give him the opportunity to ever truly stop, but every once in a while, he can slow down. It’s a rare thing. Should be treasured. James isn’t the type to think a lot, and he’s not really thinking now either. This is the closest thing he’ll ever come to meditation. But the gears of his shitty existence start back up again, turning away whether he likes it or not. The door opens, shuts, and there are footsteps. James looks up to see blond hair and a white flash of teeth. Can’t catch a fucking break.
“There are faster ways to kill yourself,” Charlive quips, laying a hand on James’s shoulder. “We’re getting a little impatient, waiting for you to off yourself, you know.”
“What can I say,” James replies, turning his head to blow smoke into Charlive’s face, “I’m a tease. That’s why you like me though, isn’t it?”
Charlive leans into his space, smiles dryly. “Cute that you think I like you.”
“I can prove it,” James says, and then their lips collide in a way that is completely devoid of any gentleness. Charlive opens his mouth easily, and James smirks as his tongue probes deeper. He stubs his cigarette out on the desk they’re leaning against then his fingers go straight to Charlive’s belt, unhooking it quickly and making even faster work of his zipper.
Once Charlive’s pants are by his ankles, James can see the hard outline of his cock through his stupid Calvin Klein briefs. He raises an eyebrow and sinks to his knees, noticing Charlive’s anticipatory intake of breath that he’s obviously trying hard to hide. James holds Charlive’s gaze while he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and pulls them down slowly. Charlive tries for a look of disdain but manages something closer to just straight-forward lust. Without any fanfare, James grips the base of Charlive’s dick and takes the head into his mouth, licking around its circumference before sucking all the way down. Charlive threads his fingers into James’s hair and pulls. “Fuck,” he breathes, and then thrusts involuntarily into James’s mouth. “Fuck.”
James listens to all of Charlive’s half moans and mumbled swear words while his mouth moves back and forth on Charlive’s dick, keeping time with Charlive’s occasional thrusts. And then the thrusts come more erratically and the groans get louder, and James pulls back just in time to get Charlive’s come on his face. He looks up at Charlive and smirks. “I’d say that means you like me.” He wipes his face on Charlive’s shirt. “And now you owe me one.”