Micronesia
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hidethekeyTitle: Micronesia
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Bill Beckett/Jason Siska
POV: Third
Summary: Jason gets voted off Survivor and Bill catches a plane to Micronesia.
Disclaimer: I do not own Becks, Jason, Survivor or anyone else mentioned in this. People own themselves.
Author Notes: This is for you, lampshades. Happy SUPER LATE birthday.
Jason is sitting around in one of the cabins that are reserved for the jury members on Survivor just chatting with Ozzy and Eliza. Now that none of them are fighting to win the money, they all seem to get on fantastically. It’s amazing how much people can hate each other for a million dollars. Jason sits back idly, enjoying an anecdote that Ozzy is telling and sort of drifting off to sleep when the door to the small cottage bangs open.
All three pairs of eyes shoot towards the door but Jason knows that his eyes widen the most. He’d know that silhouette anywhere. The tall lanky figure stands in the doorway momentarily. The light from the inside of the cottage is dim so all any of them can see is the outline of a body and the darkness outside drifts around the edges, blending them into the inky night. Then the figure moves.
Jason is standing by this point in time, a bottle of beer long forgotten on the table that had been sitting beside his rural wooden chair. He’s walking toward the door, still hardly believing his eyes. “Bill?” he asks incredulously, “because if you aren’t him, he must have like, an evil twin or something.” He reaches his arms out because he knows that it is Bill and wraps the tall singer up tightly.
“We did make a video like that, you know,” Bill states as he leans into Jason. He buries his face in Jason’s neck and takes a deep breath. Jason smells the same as he remembers but with a bit more spice. Micronesia has worked well with him.
“I know, it was really hot,” Jason replies. He kind of forgets that he’s in a room with both Ozzy and Eliza and he leans forward to brush his lips with his boyfriend’s. It’s been a damn long time since he’s had the chance to press his mouth to Bill’s. The kiss isn’t innocent even from the beginning. Bill opens his mouth under Jason’s and slips his tongue out quickly. Jason falls back against the door frame and lets Bill press into him with his mouth and body. He sneaks his hands up his boyfriend’s shirt and is considering fully removing it until he hears someone clear their throat. Jason pulls his mouth away from Bill’s and spins to meet the arched eyebrow and questioning gaze of Ozzy.
“Want to take that to your room?” Ozzy inquires. He leans back into his chair and sips his beer, waiting for a reply.
Jason flushes. He hadn’t really meant for his new friends to find out about him and Bill this way but it looks like he doesn’t have much of a choice in the matter. He’s not complaining though, far from it. Bill is here, in Micronesia, pressed up all against him and pulling at his shirt. “Um yeah. Maybe we should head over to my cabin Bill,” he says.
“Is it close?” Bill asks. He tugs a little at Jason’s shirt and Jason backs away a little. This causes Bill to pout.
Jason kisses the pout but pulls away before his boyfriend can pull him in any deeper. “It’s next door,” he replies. Jason doesn’t even have the chance to say goodbye before Bill is dragging him out of Ozzy’s little hut and down the path toward his own. He knows he’s going to have a lot of explaining to do but he just doesn’t care at all. This is Bill and he’s here in Micronesia and Jason hasn’t seen him in months. He really couldn’t care less what Ozzy and Eliza were thinking about right now. All he cares about is that Bill is pushing him through his cabin’s door, slamming it behind him and wasting no time at getting his clothes off.
Bill’s mouth is hot and wet on his, prying his lips open and running his tongue everywhere. Their mouths are fused together and this makes it hard for Jason to pull Bill’s shirt over his head. Since this doesn’t seem to be working, Jason lets his hands drop to Bill’s impossibly tight jeans and pops the button open.
When they’d first started dating and doing… other things, Jason had struggled to get Bill out of his pants. They were so tight that Jason wasn’t even sure how his boyfriend fit into them. He tried hard not to imagine the pain that Bill must have gone through every morning to pull the pair of second skin over his skinny legs. He couldn’t help it though and whenever he did think about it, he wound up laughing out loud, earning him odd looks from the random people around. Over the months (and years) though, Jason had become an expert at removing the jeans and his expertise hasn’t abandoned him at all, considering Bill’s jeans are on the floor now and their mouths are still pressed together tightly.
Jason runs his fingers over the newly exposed skin and is ecstatic to realize that Bill had opted against wearing underwear today. He’s not surprised, with jeans that tight, Jason questions how Bill’s cock can even fit inside. The feel of Bill’s nakedness against him makes Jason want to get them all the way naked and into his bed. Jason wrenches his mouth away from Bill’s and desperately pulls his shirt up and over his head. Then he does the same to his boyfriend. Bill is naked now, completely, and if Jason hadn’t been completely sex deprived for the past thirty something days, he’d take the time to appreciate Bill’s long, lean body. Instead he just grabs onto his boyfriend’s hips and maneuvers them over toward his little bed.
Bill goes easily, forcing his mouth back onto Jason’s as he steps backwards over the wooden floor. Jason kisses him hard and fast and with a surprising amount of teeth and tongue. This is going to be dirty, he knows. It’s been too long, far too long and it’s always like this when they see each other after a break. Jason sometimes hates it when Bill is on tour. He can’t just go with them, he has a job, and classes and responsibilities. He can’t just fuck off and tour with his boyfriend and his brother. Sometimes they went months without seeing each other. Jason couldn’t afford to catch a plane overseas after all, and he wouldn’t let Bill or Adam pay for him. Sometimes on North American tours, Jason would drive to meet them at certain spots, or even fly if he had the extra cash. None of this happened nearly enough though, and the short visits were never enough.
Jason shakes these thoughts away because why think about how much he doesn’t get to see Bill when Bill is right here, right in front of him and struggling to get Jason’s jeans off and onto the floor? There’s no reason good enough for Jason, that’s for certain. He lets Bill undo his pants then kicks them off onto the hard surface beneath them.
As soon as the last stitch left Jason’s body, Bill’s mouth is all over him. Jason isn’t even sure how it’s possible, but it seems like Bill’s tongue and teeth and lips are trailing everywhere, leaving fading fireworks of pleasure as they pass through. Jason arches up against those talented lips and shuts his eyes tight. He doesn’t want any teasing tonight. That can wait. It can wait until after he’s gotten off the first time because right now, right now all Jason wants to do is pin Bill down and fuck him into the mattress. So he does.
Jason propels himself up and flips them over, pressing his lean body against Bill’s leaner one. He grinds against his boyfriend a few times for good measure, then leans down to kiss him ever so deeply. Bill’s mouth opens beneath his willingly. It’s hot and wet and Jason just can’t get enough. He dips his tongue in, just for a taste but winds up craving Bill’s flavour so badly that he just can’t stop. He’d been trying to bring up the fact that he doesn’t exactly have any lube but… kissing Bill just a little bit longer sounds absolutely wonderful to him.
Bill breaks the kiss first, pulling his mouth from Jason’s and smiling up at him. Jason has missed this smile. “Lube?” he asks. There’s an innocent look on his face but Jason knows Bill. Bill is not innocent at all. Jason’s been there, with Bill for a long time and he knows that it’s all an act but it’s an act that he enjoys because only he really knows what Bill is like. Jason shakes his head though, trying not to dwell on the acts that his lover has done, trying to think more of what’s about to happen with the two of them. “I figured as much. I brought some, anyway.”
Jason feels Bill wriggle beneath him and then gasps when he feels his boyfriend’s hardness brush with his own. He looks down only to see Bill grinning again, looking far less innocent this time. Jason rolls off of him and stretches himself out over the mattress, striking a pose. He did used to model; he can totally pull this sort of thing off. Jason gazes appreciatively at Bill’s ass as his boyfriend crouches down and digs through the small bag he’d brought along. “Ah ha!” he exclaims and Jason knows that he’s found it. The idea of finally being inside of Bill again actually sends small shivers down his spine.
Bill doesn’t waste any time getting back to him, on the bed, stretching out against him and pressing the lube tightly into his hands. Jason stretches his neck up, kissing Bill again, and again before flipping them both over for the second time that night. Jason twists the top off the bottle, half empty from previous escapades together and spreads the liquid over his fingers. He knows that he’s going to have to take his time for this, it’s been a long while and Bill’s muscle have definitely shrunk back but he doesn’t want to. He wants this now, hard and fast and dirty but he doesn’t want to hurt Bill. He decides to do it the right way and slips a single finger in.
To his surprise, Bill’s muscles spread easy to let his intruding finger in, like he’s been stretched recently. He looks down at his boyfriend’s face and Bill just smiles up at him. “I wanted it fast,” he admits easily, “and without you home to keep me open, I had to do it myself.”
Jason almost cheers. Instead he smiles wide, leans down to kiss Bill feverishly and sticks another finger in. Bill doesn’t need too much preparation, so a third finger is added before he can conceivably get used to having two inside of him and Jason goes directly for his prostate. Jason can tell he’s found it, (quite easily, due to the fact that they’ve done this many times before and things like that don’t just move) when Bill cries out and then shivers almost violently. “Jason-Jay- now. I want you now, no more waiting, dammit!” he growls. Jason thinks that he’s never seen Bill so sexy, all wanting and needy. He brushes his fingers over his prostate once more before pulling his fingers all the way out. Bill whines at him and glares, missing the feeling of being filled already, even though he and Jason both know it’s only going to get better.
“Greedy bitch,” Jason teases. “Do you want my fingers or my dick, because I’d much rather be inside of you.”
“Oh god.” Bill’s eyes close and he arches up against Jason’s hand, the one that’s not busy applying generous amounts of the slick liquid to his own cock.
“I take that as a ‘oh Jason, get inside of me right now!’” Jason replies with a grin. He finishes lubing himself up then reaches down to spread Bill’s legs wide.
“Fuck yes. Now.” Bill wraps his monstrously long legs around Jason’s waist, pulling him closer. Jason shuffles forward a little further then moves down, positioning himself right at Bill’s entrance. He pushes in slow, steady, just to be a tease. He knows Bill wants this and he knows that he wants it too. Even though he’s sure that Bill wouldn’t mind him just pushing all the way in, Jason wants to be able to do this more than once and hurting his boyfriend sounds like a fantastic way to have that not happen. He sinks in slowly, kissing his way over Bill’s throat and shoulders because Bill is too fucking tall for him to meet his lips. Once he’s all the way there, up to the hilt, he looks up at his boyfriend, then shifts his hips.
Bill has told Jason in the past what it feels like to have him inside. He’d said that he’d felt full, so absolutely full that he couldn’t imagine getting anything else inside. He’d said that he loved the feeling, he loved the way all of his nerve endings went into overdrive when Jason was pushing inside of him, against all the walls and most importantly, his little ‘p’ spot. Jason can tell, even though he’s not moving inside of Bill yet, that Bill is experiencing all of these feelings already. He shifts his hips again and this time he finds exactly what he’d been looking for. Bill cries out, loudly, throwing his head back and exposing more of that gorgeous neck of his as Jason hits his prostate. Jason leans down and runs his tongue over the skin as he thrusts in shallowly.
Bill starts to move with him, though it does take him a little bit longer to get the rhythm. He arches against Jason, his skin slick against Jason’s own and tries to pull him in deeper. If that’s what Bill wants though, Jason is definitely willing to give. He presses in deeper now, harder and faster. His mouth attaches to Bill’s shoulder, biting down hard as his hand reaches between them and starts to rub over Bill’s erection. Bill’s breathing is now mixed with sharp intakes of breath and quiet gasps and Jason knows that he’s close.
Bill feels tight around him; pressing in on him at all angles as he pushes in deep, filling Bill over and over again. He can tell by the look on his boyfriend’s face that he’s loving the feeling of Jason again and Jason can freely admit that he’s missed Bill so much since he’s left that he’s actually considering taking Bill up on one of his many suggestions that Jason just quit his job and just stay with The Academy Is… for the remainder of forever. Jason thinks that if it involves doing this more often, or even just seeing Bill more often, that it’ll be worth it.
Jason can feel the heat pooling in his belly, the pull at the back of his spine and he knows that if he doesn’t get Bill off first, he’s not going to have the energy to do it afterward. He’s already so, so close. After a particularly rough thrust, Jason manages to catch Bill’s bottom lip in his teeth, suck it in and pull hard. Bill’s moaning even louder now and Jason twists the hand that’s working Bill’s erection. He knows that his thrusting is no longer steady anymore, nothing like a bass line but that hardly seems to matter to either of them. Right now, all they both want is to reach that peak and spill over into euphoria.
After three more jerks of Jason’s hand, Bill’s doing exactly that. He cries out, curses and rides his orgasm out beautifully and Jason wishes now more than ever that he was taller so that he could lean up and bruise those perfect lips some more. Instead, he continues pressing in, harder and rougher now. They’ll have to stick to hand jobs or blow jobs later because Jason has definitely let himself get carried away. He doesn’t give Bill time to come down from that feeling, he just keeps pressing in as fast as he can until that little pool inside his belly explodes in bright white light behind his eyelids and the pull at the base of his spine rips right through him. He keeps thrusting, once, twice, four more times until finally he slows, and stills, his heavy ragged breaths matching those of his boyfriend exactly.
Bill is smiling at him sleepily, moving away and Jason is slipping out. Bill doesn’t stay away for long. He just reaches down for something to clean himself off with (Adam’s shirt that Jason stole to be on the show) and cleaning himself up. That’s when he presses himself back in, molding his body into Jason’s side and sighs with the most happiness Jason has ever heard in his voice. “Fuck Jay…” he murmurs. “Fuck, I missed you.”
Jason leans over and kisses Bill’s temple, then brushes some stray strands of hair from his face. “Next time you leave Illinois, I’m coming with you,” he whispers.
The look on Bill’s face when Jason looks down to meet his eyes is so ecstatic that Jason can hardly believe it. He leans in and kisses Jason with all of the energy he has left then settles back down beside his boyfriend. “I hope there are enough bunks…” he says. His voice is thick with sleep and a little gravelly from all of the noises he’d been making.
“Don’t worry, we can both share yours,” and then Bill’s mouth is on his again, Bill’s body is moving over top of his and he knows that he’s never going to put anything before being with his boyfriend again, especially not a stupid million dollars from a reality TV show.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Bill Beckett/Jason Siska
POV: Third
Summary: Jason gets voted off Survivor and Bill catches a plane to Micronesia.
Disclaimer: I do not own Becks, Jason, Survivor or anyone else mentioned in this. People own themselves.
Author Notes: This is for you, lampshades. Happy SUPER LATE birthday.
Jason is sitting around in one of the cabins that are reserved for the jury members on Survivor just chatting with Ozzy and Eliza. Now that none of them are fighting to win the money, they all seem to get on fantastically. It’s amazing how much people can hate each other for a million dollars. Jason sits back idly, enjoying an anecdote that Ozzy is telling and sort of drifting off to sleep when the door to the small cottage bangs open.
All three pairs of eyes shoot towards the door but Jason knows that his eyes widen the most. He’d know that silhouette anywhere. The tall lanky figure stands in the doorway momentarily. The light from the inside of the cottage is dim so all any of them can see is the outline of a body and the darkness outside drifts around the edges, blending them into the inky night. Then the figure moves.
Jason is standing by this point in time, a bottle of beer long forgotten on the table that had been sitting beside his rural wooden chair. He’s walking toward the door, still hardly believing his eyes. “Bill?” he asks incredulously, “because if you aren’t him, he must have like, an evil twin or something.” He reaches his arms out because he knows that it is Bill and wraps the tall singer up tightly.
“We did make a video like that, you know,” Bill states as he leans into Jason. He buries his face in Jason’s neck and takes a deep breath. Jason smells the same as he remembers but with a bit more spice. Micronesia has worked well with him.
“I know, it was really hot,” Jason replies. He kind of forgets that he’s in a room with both Ozzy and Eliza and he leans forward to brush his lips with his boyfriend’s. It’s been a damn long time since he’s had the chance to press his mouth to Bill’s. The kiss isn’t innocent even from the beginning. Bill opens his mouth under Jason’s and slips his tongue out quickly. Jason falls back against the door frame and lets Bill press into him with his mouth and body. He sneaks his hands up his boyfriend’s shirt and is considering fully removing it until he hears someone clear their throat. Jason pulls his mouth away from Bill’s and spins to meet the arched eyebrow and questioning gaze of Ozzy.
“Want to take that to your room?” Ozzy inquires. He leans back into his chair and sips his beer, waiting for a reply.
Jason flushes. He hadn’t really meant for his new friends to find out about him and Bill this way but it looks like he doesn’t have much of a choice in the matter. He’s not complaining though, far from it. Bill is here, in Micronesia, pressed up all against him and pulling at his shirt. “Um yeah. Maybe we should head over to my cabin Bill,” he says.
“Is it close?” Bill asks. He tugs a little at Jason’s shirt and Jason backs away a little. This causes Bill to pout.
Jason kisses the pout but pulls away before his boyfriend can pull him in any deeper. “It’s next door,” he replies. Jason doesn’t even have the chance to say goodbye before Bill is dragging him out of Ozzy’s little hut and down the path toward his own. He knows he’s going to have a lot of explaining to do but he just doesn’t care at all. This is Bill and he’s here in Micronesia and Jason hasn’t seen him in months. He really couldn’t care less what Ozzy and Eliza were thinking about right now. All he cares about is that Bill is pushing him through his cabin’s door, slamming it behind him and wasting no time at getting his clothes off.
Bill’s mouth is hot and wet on his, prying his lips open and running his tongue everywhere. Their mouths are fused together and this makes it hard for Jason to pull Bill’s shirt over his head. Since this doesn’t seem to be working, Jason lets his hands drop to Bill’s impossibly tight jeans and pops the button open.
When they’d first started dating and doing… other things, Jason had struggled to get Bill out of his pants. They were so tight that Jason wasn’t even sure how his boyfriend fit into them. He tried hard not to imagine the pain that Bill must have gone through every morning to pull the pair of second skin over his skinny legs. He couldn’t help it though and whenever he did think about it, he wound up laughing out loud, earning him odd looks from the random people around. Over the months (and years) though, Jason had become an expert at removing the jeans and his expertise hasn’t abandoned him at all, considering Bill’s jeans are on the floor now and their mouths are still pressed together tightly.
Jason runs his fingers over the newly exposed skin and is ecstatic to realize that Bill had opted against wearing underwear today. He’s not surprised, with jeans that tight, Jason questions how Bill’s cock can even fit inside. The feel of Bill’s nakedness against him makes Jason want to get them all the way naked and into his bed. Jason wrenches his mouth away from Bill’s and desperately pulls his shirt up and over his head. Then he does the same to his boyfriend. Bill is naked now, completely, and if Jason hadn’t been completely sex deprived for the past thirty something days, he’d take the time to appreciate Bill’s long, lean body. Instead he just grabs onto his boyfriend’s hips and maneuvers them over toward his little bed.
Bill goes easily, forcing his mouth back onto Jason’s as he steps backwards over the wooden floor. Jason kisses him hard and fast and with a surprising amount of teeth and tongue. This is going to be dirty, he knows. It’s been too long, far too long and it’s always like this when they see each other after a break. Jason sometimes hates it when Bill is on tour. He can’t just go with them, he has a job, and classes and responsibilities. He can’t just fuck off and tour with his boyfriend and his brother. Sometimes they went months without seeing each other. Jason couldn’t afford to catch a plane overseas after all, and he wouldn’t let Bill or Adam pay for him. Sometimes on North American tours, Jason would drive to meet them at certain spots, or even fly if he had the extra cash. None of this happened nearly enough though, and the short visits were never enough.
Jason shakes these thoughts away because why think about how much he doesn’t get to see Bill when Bill is right here, right in front of him and struggling to get Jason’s jeans off and onto the floor? There’s no reason good enough for Jason, that’s for certain. He lets Bill undo his pants then kicks them off onto the hard surface beneath them.
As soon as the last stitch left Jason’s body, Bill’s mouth is all over him. Jason isn’t even sure how it’s possible, but it seems like Bill’s tongue and teeth and lips are trailing everywhere, leaving fading fireworks of pleasure as they pass through. Jason arches up against those talented lips and shuts his eyes tight. He doesn’t want any teasing tonight. That can wait. It can wait until after he’s gotten off the first time because right now, right now all Jason wants to do is pin Bill down and fuck him into the mattress. So he does.
Jason propels himself up and flips them over, pressing his lean body against Bill’s leaner one. He grinds against his boyfriend a few times for good measure, then leans down to kiss him ever so deeply. Bill’s mouth opens beneath his willingly. It’s hot and wet and Jason just can’t get enough. He dips his tongue in, just for a taste but winds up craving Bill’s flavour so badly that he just can’t stop. He’d been trying to bring up the fact that he doesn’t exactly have any lube but… kissing Bill just a little bit longer sounds absolutely wonderful to him.
Bill breaks the kiss first, pulling his mouth from Jason’s and smiling up at him. Jason has missed this smile. “Lube?” he asks. There’s an innocent look on his face but Jason knows Bill. Bill is not innocent at all. Jason’s been there, with Bill for a long time and he knows that it’s all an act but it’s an act that he enjoys because only he really knows what Bill is like. Jason shakes his head though, trying not to dwell on the acts that his lover has done, trying to think more of what’s about to happen with the two of them. “I figured as much. I brought some, anyway.”
Jason feels Bill wriggle beneath him and then gasps when he feels his boyfriend’s hardness brush with his own. He looks down only to see Bill grinning again, looking far less innocent this time. Jason rolls off of him and stretches himself out over the mattress, striking a pose. He did used to model; he can totally pull this sort of thing off. Jason gazes appreciatively at Bill’s ass as his boyfriend crouches down and digs through the small bag he’d brought along. “Ah ha!” he exclaims and Jason knows that he’s found it. The idea of finally being inside of Bill again actually sends small shivers down his spine.
Bill doesn’t waste any time getting back to him, on the bed, stretching out against him and pressing the lube tightly into his hands. Jason stretches his neck up, kissing Bill again, and again before flipping them both over for the second time that night. Jason twists the top off the bottle, half empty from previous escapades together and spreads the liquid over his fingers. He knows that he’s going to have to take his time for this, it’s been a long while and Bill’s muscle have definitely shrunk back but he doesn’t want to. He wants this now, hard and fast and dirty but he doesn’t want to hurt Bill. He decides to do it the right way and slips a single finger in.
To his surprise, Bill’s muscles spread easy to let his intruding finger in, like he’s been stretched recently. He looks down at his boyfriend’s face and Bill just smiles up at him. “I wanted it fast,” he admits easily, “and without you home to keep me open, I had to do it myself.”
Jason almost cheers. Instead he smiles wide, leans down to kiss Bill feverishly and sticks another finger in. Bill doesn’t need too much preparation, so a third finger is added before he can conceivably get used to having two inside of him and Jason goes directly for his prostate. Jason can tell he’s found it, (quite easily, due to the fact that they’ve done this many times before and things like that don’t just move) when Bill cries out and then shivers almost violently. “Jason-Jay- now. I want you now, no more waiting, dammit!” he growls. Jason thinks that he’s never seen Bill so sexy, all wanting and needy. He brushes his fingers over his prostate once more before pulling his fingers all the way out. Bill whines at him and glares, missing the feeling of being filled already, even though he and Jason both know it’s only going to get better.
“Greedy bitch,” Jason teases. “Do you want my fingers or my dick, because I’d much rather be inside of you.”
“Oh god.” Bill’s eyes close and he arches up against Jason’s hand, the one that’s not busy applying generous amounts of the slick liquid to his own cock.
“I take that as a ‘oh Jason, get inside of me right now!’” Jason replies with a grin. He finishes lubing himself up then reaches down to spread Bill’s legs wide.
“Fuck yes. Now.” Bill wraps his monstrously long legs around Jason’s waist, pulling him closer. Jason shuffles forward a little further then moves down, positioning himself right at Bill’s entrance. He pushes in slow, steady, just to be a tease. He knows Bill wants this and he knows that he wants it too. Even though he’s sure that Bill wouldn’t mind him just pushing all the way in, Jason wants to be able to do this more than once and hurting his boyfriend sounds like a fantastic way to have that not happen. He sinks in slowly, kissing his way over Bill’s throat and shoulders because Bill is too fucking tall for him to meet his lips. Once he’s all the way there, up to the hilt, he looks up at his boyfriend, then shifts his hips.
Bill has told Jason in the past what it feels like to have him inside. He’d said that he’d felt full, so absolutely full that he couldn’t imagine getting anything else inside. He’d said that he loved the feeling, he loved the way all of his nerve endings went into overdrive when Jason was pushing inside of him, against all the walls and most importantly, his little ‘p’ spot. Jason can tell, even though he’s not moving inside of Bill yet, that Bill is experiencing all of these feelings already. He shifts his hips again and this time he finds exactly what he’d been looking for. Bill cries out, loudly, throwing his head back and exposing more of that gorgeous neck of his as Jason hits his prostate. Jason leans down and runs his tongue over the skin as he thrusts in shallowly.
Bill starts to move with him, though it does take him a little bit longer to get the rhythm. He arches against Jason, his skin slick against Jason’s own and tries to pull him in deeper. If that’s what Bill wants though, Jason is definitely willing to give. He presses in deeper now, harder and faster. His mouth attaches to Bill’s shoulder, biting down hard as his hand reaches between them and starts to rub over Bill’s erection. Bill’s breathing is now mixed with sharp intakes of breath and quiet gasps and Jason knows that he’s close.
Bill feels tight around him; pressing in on him at all angles as he pushes in deep, filling Bill over and over again. He can tell by the look on his boyfriend’s face that he’s loving the feeling of Jason again and Jason can freely admit that he’s missed Bill so much since he’s left that he’s actually considering taking Bill up on one of his many suggestions that Jason just quit his job and just stay with The Academy Is… for the remainder of forever. Jason thinks that if it involves doing this more often, or even just seeing Bill more often, that it’ll be worth it.
Jason can feel the heat pooling in his belly, the pull at the back of his spine and he knows that if he doesn’t get Bill off first, he’s not going to have the energy to do it afterward. He’s already so, so close. After a particularly rough thrust, Jason manages to catch Bill’s bottom lip in his teeth, suck it in and pull hard. Bill’s moaning even louder now and Jason twists the hand that’s working Bill’s erection. He knows that his thrusting is no longer steady anymore, nothing like a bass line but that hardly seems to matter to either of them. Right now, all they both want is to reach that peak and spill over into euphoria.
After three more jerks of Jason’s hand, Bill’s doing exactly that. He cries out, curses and rides his orgasm out beautifully and Jason wishes now more than ever that he was taller so that he could lean up and bruise those perfect lips some more. Instead, he continues pressing in, harder and rougher now. They’ll have to stick to hand jobs or blow jobs later because Jason has definitely let himself get carried away. He doesn’t give Bill time to come down from that feeling, he just keeps pressing in as fast as he can until that little pool inside his belly explodes in bright white light behind his eyelids and the pull at the base of his spine rips right through him. He keeps thrusting, once, twice, four more times until finally he slows, and stills, his heavy ragged breaths matching those of his boyfriend exactly.
Bill is smiling at him sleepily, moving away and Jason is slipping out. Bill doesn’t stay away for long. He just reaches down for something to clean himself off with (Adam’s shirt that Jason stole to be on the show) and cleaning himself up. That’s when he presses himself back in, molding his body into Jason’s side and sighs with the most happiness Jason has ever heard in his voice. “Fuck Jay…” he murmurs. “Fuck, I missed you.”
Jason leans over and kisses Bill’s temple, then brushes some stray strands of hair from his face. “Next time you leave Illinois, I’m coming with you,” he whispers.
The look on Bill’s face when Jason looks down to meet his eyes is so ecstatic that Jason can hardly believe it. He leans in and kisses Jason with all of the energy he has left then settles back down beside his boyfriend. “I hope there are enough bunks…” he says. His voice is thick with sleep and a little gravelly from all of the noises he’d been making.
“Don’t worry, we can both share yours,” and then Bill’s mouth is on his again, Bill’s body is moving over top of his and he knows that he’s never going to put anything before being with his boyfriend again, especially not a stupid million dollars from a reality TV show.