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hchollym @ 2008-09-14T16:41:00

2008-09-14T20:48:15Z

Title: Live For Now
Chapters: 1/1
Author: hchollym
Genre: Basically PWP
Ratings: M
Word Count: 887
Pairings/Characters: Jason Morgan/Damien Spinelli
Synopsis: Spinelli drinks a little too much and there are surprising consequences for him and Jason.
Comments: Another story i posted on fanfiction.net, but i posted two chapters of this on fanfiction.net and only one chapter here. I wanted to make this a multi-chapter fic, so i wrote a second chapter, but i'm not happy with it, so i've decided to just make this a one-shot here. Comment Please?

Jason Morgan walked in the door to his penthouse to see Damien Spinelli sitting on the couch with an open bottle of vodka. A full cup was next to the bottle, and Spinelli downed it in one gulp, scrunching his face once he was done. Jason shut the door loudly and Spinelli turned to look at his intruder, but smiled when he saw it was his friend.

“Greetings, Stone Cold. How are you this fine day?” He said, in a sing-song voice. Jason sat down next to him on the couch. “How much of this bottle have you drank?” Spinelli shrugged. “I don’t know. 2, 5 cups” he laughed. Jason shook his head and took the bottle out of Spinelli’s hands, placing it on the table.

“Alright, you’ve had enough.” Spinelli pouted, so Jason continued. “You’re going to get sick.” Spinelli leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Jason’s neck and practically sitting on his lap. “Aww, Stone Cold. You’re such a nice guy.” He closed his eyes.

“Hmm, if the Jackal had known how good vodka makes one feel, he would have done this loong ago.” Jason tried to get Spinelli to sit up and remove his head from Jason’s chest. “You feel good now, but it won’t last.” Spinelli waved his hand to say he didn’t care.

“See, that’s the problem. Everyone always thinks about the future. But what’s the point if the future never comes? We should all just live our lives to fullest and not care about tomorrow, because tomorrow may never come. Here, have some vodka.” He pressed the bottle to Jason’s lips but Jason pulled it away. “No, I don’t want any” he said gently, trying to put the bottle back on the table, but Spinelli grabbed it out of his hands before he could.

“Fine, then. More for the Jackal.” He took a swig. “You know, this stuff is very potent and it doesn’t taste good, but it makes you feel good. How weird is that?” He laughed again. His head felt floaty. Jason, once again, took the bottle and put it down. Spinelli looked at him. “Stone Cold, you have really blue eyes. Blue like the ocean. But in the ocean, there are sharks and other scary things, but there are no sharks in your eyes.” He giggled.

Then he leaned forward and pressed his lips against Jason’s. Jason pulled back. “Spinelli, stop. You don’t want to do this.” Spinelli sighed, aggravated. “Why does everyone think that? Being drunk doesn’t make you do things you don’t want to. It just makes you do things you wouldn’t normally do. It lowers your, uh, your inhabits, inhibills, uh…” he trailed off, trying to think of the word. Jason thought of it for him. “Inhibitions?” Spinelli snapped, pointing at Jason. “Yea, that’s the word!”

Jason nodded. “Even so, you’re gonna regret this later.” Spinelli rolled his eyes, but then felt dizzy. “So what? The Jackal wants to live for now.” He kissed Jason again, and this time Jason didn’t resist. He kissed back gently, resting one hand on Spinelli’s back and the other on the side of Spinelli’s neck, pulling him closer. He knew this was probably a bad idea, but a part of him didn’t care. If Spinelli wanted to live for now and not worry about consequences, then why not?

Spinelli pushed his tongue into Jason’s mouth. Both tongues were fighting for dominance. Spinelli’s mind was spinning, and nothing seemed to matter but him and Jason and their bodies touching. He’d never felt this confidant before. He unbuttoned and unzipped Jason’s pants. Jason stopped Spinelli’s hands with his own. “We can’t do this Spinelli. Not now.”

Spinelli pulled Jason’s pants and boxers down, while he said, “Now’s as good a time as any.” He wrapped his hand around Jason’s cock, sliding it up and down. Jason bit his lip. Even though Jason knew he should stop this, it was rather hard to tell someone to stop when they had their hand around your dick, jacking you off. As Spinelli kissed Jason’s neck in just the right way, Jason gave up and surrendered. Spinelli could do whatever he wanted to him.

Spinelli removed his hand and moved his mouth down to Jason’s shaft. He licked the tip and put it in his mouth, sucking lightly. Jason’s head rolled back. Spinelli moved his head farther down. He honestly had no idea what he was doing, but it didn’t seem that hard, and judging by the moans coming from Jason, he was doing just fine.

Jason tangled his hands in Spinelli’s hair and Spinelli felt oddly comfortable. He moaned and it sent vibrations up Jason’s dick. Jason’s hands tightened their grip in Spinelli’s hair and bit his lips hard as his cum splurted out. Spinelli licked and swallowed until it was all gone. Jason tasted kind of sour, but it wasn’t bad.

Spinelli moved back up and kissed Jason once more. He then laid his head on Jason’s shoulder, as Jason pulled up his pants and zipped them up. “I’m tired, Stone Cold.” His eyes closed as he started his drift into sleep. “Then go to bed.” Jason wrapped his arms around Spinelli protectively. Spinelli’s hand was rested on Jason’s chest.

They fit together nicely but Jason couldn’t sleep. What had he just done?

hchollym @ 2008-09-13T14:33:00

2008-09-13T18:41:50Z

Title: Addicted
Chapters: 1/1
Author: hchollym
Genre: Basically PWP
Ratings: M
Word Count: 1,121
Pairings/Characters: Ian Devlin/Jerry Jacks
Synopsis: Ian Devlin Can't Help But Be Addicted To Jerry Jacks.
Comments: I Also Posted This On Fanfiction.net, So I'm Not Copying Anyone. I Have Two Accounts On There (Is This Bed Taken & OCDdegrassi). Comments Are Lovely.

Ian Devlin watched as Jerry Jacks entered his room at the Metro Court hotel. The lights were off for added precaution. It would be a problem if anyone found out that Ian and Jerry knew each other. When Jerry shut the door, Ian stared at the dark shape of the other man’s body. His eyes had already adjusted to the darkness, and he could see Jerry clearly. “Who owns the deed to the Alcazar property?” His voice cut through the darkness like a knife. The other man didn’t even flinch at his harsh tone.

“Well if you can supply the money, I can certainly make an offer for it.” His tone was amused and Ian glared, albeit pointless considering Jerry probably couldn’t see his face clearly. “You’ve wasted some precious time, Jerry, chasing kids through monastery tunnels, allowing them to throw off my time table. I can’t afford to have another shipment of mine lying at the bottom of the river. You get me those piers. Do I need to remind you of what will happen if you fail to do so?”

Jerry smirked, not at all thrown off by the threat. “Save your threats. They’re worthless. You won’t kill me.” Ian stiffened. “Oh, and what makes you say that?” He spat, trying in vain to intimidate the other man. Jerry let out a patronizing chuckle and stepped closer to him, wrapping his arms around the doctor’s waist. Ian stayed rigid, but didn’t pull away. Jerry’s face was centimeter’s away from his own and his breath was hot on Ian’s skin.

“Because of this.” Jerry pressed his lips against Ian’s. Ian’s mind was telling him to pull away or push Jerry off, but his body had other ideas. He felt himself give in, and he kissed Jerry back. He wrapped his arms around Jerry’s neck as he opened his mouth to allow Jerry’s tongue entrance. Their tongues intertwined, and Ian could taste Jerry’s distinct flavor. It was intoxicating and Ian wanted more. He wanted to be closer to Jerry, even though their bodies were already pressed against each other fully.

He guided Jerry back to the bed, their lips never breaking contact, and pushed him down lightly so he was lying on top of him. Jerry, hating to be dominated, quickly flipped them both over. Ian knew Jerry was going to do it. They’d been together several times and Ian had never been on top. As much as Ian loved power, he’d always succumb to Jerry. The man had something about him that Ian couldn’t resist.

Jerry was an addiction to Ian, and the worst part was that Jerry knew it. He knew Ian could never say no to him, and he used that to his advantage. It made it hard for Ian to act as Jerry’s boss. The truth was that Jerry was always in control; but Ian never said it out loud and Jerry never made him. They broke away from each other long enough to pull their shirts off and throw them aside. They quickly resumed their kiss with their bare chests pressed against each other.

The warmth of Jerry’s chest against his sent sparks through Ian’s body, and his hard-on rubbed against Jerry. Jerry smirked into the kiss and reached down to unbutton Ian’s pants, pulling them off and throwing them to the side. Ian reached for Jerry’s pants to do the same, but he was shaking with desire. He cursed himself for being so weak. Jerry had him in the palm of his hands. Jerry removed Ian’s hands and took off his own pants quickly. He pressed his own erection against Ian’s, who let out a moan.

Jerry moved his mouth down to Ian’s neck. Ian bit his lip in pleasure as he turned his head to the side to allow Jerry better access. Before he knew it, both men’s boxers were lying on the floor with the rest of their clothes. Jerry sat up and grabbed Ian’s legs, wrapping them around his waist, as he positioned himself to enter him. Ian took the moment to take in the sight before him. He loved seeing Jerry this way; with sweat trickling down his body and pure want radiating off of him. It was the only time that Ian felt like Jerry gave a damn about him.

Jerry entered Ian slowly, leaning over him to kiss his neck again. Ian was breathing heavily, trying to relax himself as Jerry thrust slowly in and out of him. No one would expect Jerry Jacks to be so gentle. Even Ian had been surprised at first, but grateful nonetheless. The first time they had sex, Jerry had started out rough and fast, and Ian had cried out at the excruciating pain. He had never been on bottom with a guy before and he underestimated just how painful it was.

He expected Jerry to just keep going and ignore the pain he was in, but the other man slowed down. He whispered soothing words in Ian’s ear and told him to relax, and Ian found that Jerry’s words comforted him enough so that he did relax. Ever since then, Jerry had started out slow, getting faster over time. It was something that Ian now expected and treasured. It was another side of Jerry that people rarely saw, and Ian took pleasure in the fact that he was one of the few that Jerry let see the softer side of him. It was part of the reason that Ian was so addicted to him.

When Ian felt like his body was relaxed enough, he breathed out, “Faster.” Jerry complied and started to thrust with a greater speed. He hit Ian’s prostate, and the doctor gasped in pleasure. Jerry pumped in and out of Ian, making sure to hit the same spot. Ian’s nails dug into Jerry’s back as he neared his completion. He arched his back and yelled out Jerry’s name as he came, his ejaculation spilling over his dick. Ian’s moans sent Jerry over the edge, and he came seconds later.

Jerry pulled out of Ian and flopped down next to him. Both men were breathing hard, and neither spoke while they caught their breath. Ian rolled over so he was lying on Jerry’s chest, and Jerry wrapped his arms around the younger man instinctively. Jerry pretended like he didn’t care about anyone and nothing got to him, but it was all just an act, and they both knew it. They’d done this so many times before that it had become a habit. A habit that Ian couldn’t break. He was addicted to Jerry Jacks. The only thing that he found comfort in was the fact that Jerry was addicted too.