day seven - rhys

[heroizes]

[ Not too long before curfew, Jack will be tracking down Rhys. It definitely looks like he has something in mind, and he actually approaches and immediately sets a friendly hand on Rhys's shoulder. It seems like he's definitely getting more comfortable with being friendly with Rhys, even if it's just bit by bit. ]

Hey, Rhys. I've, uh—

[ He glances back over his shoulder as if he's worried about someone overhearing, but looks back to Rhys with a smile. ]

So, I've got some good news and some bad news. Well. First one is more like a suggestion than actually news, but, eh, whatever, semantics. Point is, which do you wanna hear first? Because, I mean, good with the bad and all that crap.

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[heroizes]

[ That comment is more than egging Jack on a little, and that's very quickly apparent with Jack's reaction to the comment. His eyes widen in surprise first, but it's quick to shift to excitement. His eyes absolutely light up with a thrilled delight at the offer, and it's in no small part because of the comment that Rhys tacks onto the end there. Sure, a blowjob was fairly enticing, but there's something that the implicit control and power that Jack has in that flash of a fantasy is what really gets him to respond.

Both of Jack's hands come to grip Rhys's face instead, and that kiss is much more aggressive than it might have been originally. Every once in a while, there's a flash of Handsome Jack in this much more sane Jack, and the intensity here is probably one of those moments. The only reason he pulls back to make that comment at all is ironically because of that sanity too. He realizes that Rhys is egging him on here, and Jack is aware that he's falling for it completely. This is moving quickly, and Jack realizes that he really should be disengaging here, but that's easier said than done.

He grunts out lowly when Rhys brings their hips together, because fuck, this is hot. With their hips flush together, that thought of Rhys actually getting on his knees is more than tempting. God, he really screwed himself here trying to reassure Elizabeth that he had everything under control, because the guy is practically throwing himself at him. He's pretty glad to be interrupted from that deliberation by Rhys's comment, and he laughs as he rubs a thumb over Rhys's cheek. It's a tender gesture normally, but with this context, it definitely seems more mocking. ]

Awww, what, you got the subtext that I'm only callin' people 'sir' when I'm being a jacka—

[ He doesn't stop talking until Rhys is biting at his jawline, because he doesn't mind Rhys's hands coming to settle on his pants as much he should considering that conflict that he'd been having a moment ago. He groans at the feeling of Rhys's teeth at his skin, and his hands that had moved back to Rhys's shoulders tighten. He's really quite close to saying "fuck it," because, okay, sure, dip in credibility, but how bad could that be?

But then Rhys keeps talking. With what a talker jack is himself, you'd think he would understand, but. ]

The hell is that suppos- Holy shit.

[ Jack starts off with annoyance, but that last comment feels like it goes straight to his dick. Which he's also somewhat offended by for a moment, because what the fuck? When did his name become a kink? He hates himself, but much more than that, he hates how it also almost immediately gets his face to flush. It's not even because he's embarrassed, since that would almost be better than the truth of just. How correct Rhys is. It catches him so off-guard that those doubts are definitely gone by this point, but that cockiness seems to have evaporated rather quickly too. ]

Uh- Fuck, I sure hope your idea of what I need includes, y'know, you shutting the hell up, princess.

[ Well, mostly. He's still an asshole. ]

STOP MAKING ME WRITE THESE THINGS

[jackhole]

[ oh.

rhys likes this.

he really, really, really likes this actually and there's a moment when rhys has jack pressed against the table now, staring right at the flush on his face where rhys decides this is something he'd like to keep doing. it sort of balances out in his head, all the trouble jack's given him in the past and all the scars he's left on rhys are suddenly less of a burden when he's got jack -- especially a jack who isn't even aware of what he's done to rhys -- looking like this under him. the fact that he can press like this and not fear violence in response but something positive, something like jack wanting him back, wanting him more.

(and there's another voice in the back of his head that sounds suspiciously like fiona telling him that there isn't any possible way this could be healthy. rhys tells that voice to shut up.)

so, rhys is gonna run with it. he's not unfamiliar to this kind of interaction, this sort of weird twist of domination and submission here, but having it with jack is thrilling and rhys' focus narrows intensely onto jack in this moment, leaning in to bite at his mouth roughly, wanting to break the skin on his lip as a reminder for jack of what they're doing right now. afterwards, he presses in his leg between jack's to shove his thigh up against his crotch, grinding it into him. ]

No thanks. I'm, uhn, pretty sure I'm going to keep talking because I think you like it? You like me against you like this just -- just taking.

[ he shifts his hands again, flesh hand griping the buckle of jack's belt while the robot hand slides up jack's chest, over his shirt to the base of his throat where he just. rests his hand there. he doesn't press in or anything, just lets the weight of it stay there with his thumb slowly stroking at the skin. he moves in a little then to murmur into jack's ear, voice low and rough and completely opposite to the usual harried yelling rhys uses. ]

God, I like you so much. You're so different now, so... warm and good. Completely different from me, I'm not a good person at all, I know that now. But you? You want to help people, aim for the greater good, do things that benefit everyone and that's -- that's all nice, I suppose. Not something I'm into but it's nice. Sweet. Incredibly attractive.

[ his hand shifts a little, it starts pressing down and he gets rougher with his leg, grinding rougher and faster. jack's going to get every bit of attention possible, rhys has decided. he wants to give it, so jack will get it. ]

So, shit, you're hot. So, what I'm thinking, Jack, is while you're going around, saving everyone, being a hero, helping people -- who's helping you? Where's your partner, Jack? Where's the one who will welcome you back, tell you how proud of you he is, and then fuck you until you're sobbing? Until you don't want anyone's touch but his?

[ he groans at the thought, low into jack's ear before moving to press his lips in an oddly chaste fashion to jack's cheek. he smiles against his skin then, nosing lightly at his temple before murmuring softly, voice still incredibly rough. ]

'Cause, uh, I think that's me, Johnny. I think that's what you need and I don't think anyone else in this god damn place is going to give it to you. So, what do you call me, baby? What do you call the guy that gives you all of this? What do you call the guy who thinks of you as his very own hero?

[ and considering the topic they were just talking about, it's pretty obvious what exactly rhys is telling jack to call him. this is is definitely one power trip rhys is soaring on. he seriously feels like there's no way this can go badly for him, that jack is finally entirely his just the way he wants him to be. it makes him feel a bit drunk. ]

[heroizes]

Ahhh, c'mon, keep breaking my lip and -- Woah, hello.

[ Jack starts to complain when Rhys breaks the skin on his lip, though it's not at all because he dislikes it. He's actually pretty pleased with it, considering how his tongue comes out to lick at that blood reflexively, but he's more concerned about having to explain this tomorrow in murdertown. At least he doesn't have to worry long, because as soon as Rhys's leg comes up between his, that complaining is gone pretty damn quickly.

His face is still hot, but a smile breaks out easily on his face as Rhys moves things along. Shit, he's really going to get some kind of laid tonight, isn't he? He sure wouldn't have expected that with how his day had been going so far, but as he shifts how he's standing to give Rhys's thigh just enough room to grind against him, he's definitely not complaining. ]

You against me, yes, talking, well, depends on the subject, because so far you usually suck at picking those.

[ He at least admits that yes, he's into this, though it does come with a wry half-insult because he can't just compliment Rhys without immediately smacking him back down. Not that it particularly matters, because Rhys does pick a better topic so far as he's concerned here. That low tone in Rhys's voice is unexpected, and combining that with the way Rhys is grinding right up on his dick pulls out a groan. Jack closes his eyes with a smile, and, yeah, he likes this, he thinks. He ignores the self-deprecating comments in favor of enjoying all of those compliments and the attention Rhys is showering him in, because he's not even ashamed in the slightest that it's really doing it for him.

But not nearly so much as when Rhys gets a little rougher. Jack groans out a fuck when- Well, they're close enough together that it's probably not super clear which it's for, but the way Rhys's hand presses down on his throat jolts right down his spine.

Though at least Jack does feel like he understands one thing now, at least. Considering Rhys's implication that they dated, Jack kept wondering why. He was aware that he was probably seeing the worst of Rhys here, but even so, this nervous, kind of pathetic guy wasn't really his type. Guys in general weren't really his type, as evidenced by how quick he was to drool over Elizabeth, but that absolutely couldn't be said of Rhys. But, fuck, this was hot.

His ears are burning like he's a teenager again when Rhys talks dirty, because goddamn, he'd be pissed at the implication at any other time. But now? There's something that's always been incredibly appealing to him about having unbreakable trust in someone else, and as he's started to truly act on his hero complex, it's all the more valuable. As you do dangerous things, you need someone you can rely on without question, and even if it's not Rhys that ends up being that person, that fantasy is incredibly inciting. But that's just the trust. The sex is what gets Jack to roll his head back slightly and move his hands off of Rhys to brace himself on the edge of the table instead. ]

Oh, fuck you, asshole-- [ Jack breathes that out with a biting tone, but his voice is heavier now too. It turns into a laugh, since he's enjoying this, and one of his hands reaches up to grab Rhys's face roughly. He pulls Rhys's face back to his, since he wants to shut him up, one, but he also wants to kiss him again. It might prevent more of those marks, logically, but really, he just wants to return that aggression how he can. His kiss probably feels much needier now, and he breaks it only to take a breath, though he does add: ]

That's what I'd call you. [ He thinks about ending it there, but he laughs again. Because you know? He'd really like to see how this idiot reacts to it. ] You're an asshole, sir.