CON'T FROM HERE ( ... ) FEATURING JAX BELLAMY & DENVER KAPLAN. @strfckersinc.
The salt of the man’s sweat was not an unfamiliar taste, and he watched the manner in which it clung to the flesh. The way his skin glistened beneath the harsh fluorescents, beading just above the bow of his lips, his eyebrows. The sheer amount of high energy that ran rampant throughout the duration of a show, threading this fever pitch of a tour together, often bled into the aftermath. Adrenaline spiked, flooding through the central nervous system ── it manifested in strange ways. For these two, that often meant arguing as a form of foreplay.
As Jax growled, baring his teeth and steadily closing the gap between them, Denver gives not an ounce of a reaction. He has perfected the art of indifference ── a passive neutrality marking his expression to avoid giving the man exactly what he was looking for. The spitfire venom that dripped from his tongue rolled off of Denver like water off of a duck’s back, waiting … waiting patiently, until it ended.
Denver lifted his hand, fingers clamping down around the square of Jax’s jaw, holding it firmly in place like a vice grip. Straighten out, look me in the eyes.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ❛ Are you fucking done yet? ❜
