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]

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.