Title: "Off Focus" (3/?)
Email address: darkwolvine @ gmail dot com
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Rating & warnings: PG-13 for language and violence for this chapter. Higher up for graphic sex in the later chapters.
Disclaimer: None of it is mine. This is fiction. I make no money out of this.
Summary: Jared is more than a pretty face. Much, much more. Colin finds out the hard way.
Author's note: I've been extremely busy lately and this chapter is very short. Just a hint of warning. *grins* Next one will be longer.
There was a very distinct pause before both men parted and Colin shot Jared an apologetic smile as he slowly untangled himself and went to answer the door.
When he turned back, foodbags in hand, it was to find Jared sitting comfortably in the kitchen, waiting for him.
“Still hot.” Those were the only words to make it past Colin’s mouth when he brought the Thai food and handed Jared his share.
/What is _wrong_ with me?/
“You’re not quite used to that position, are you?” Jared’s voice cut through whatever subsequent reflections and Colin’s head snapped up to be faced with sharp, too-perceptive eyes.
“What position?” /When in doubt, deny./
Colin watched as Jared took a few bites, then slowly licked his lips... /That mouth... What he could do with that mouth.../
A blink. Colin hadn’t expected Jared to put it quite so bluntly, if truth be told. His mind’s recent venture in the gutter did not help.
“Did you expect I’d fall hopelessly in love with you so I could hardly keep myself from demanding that you fuck me, and then after our night, heartbroken, I’d follow you around like a lost puppy to be willingly used whenever the fancy took you?” The tone of voice was amused and warmly teasing but Colin still found himself boiling under it.
He dug into his food stubbornly, then answered a short, “No.”
The simply non-committal sound drove Colin into raising his head back up and saying fiercely, “I just went with what I knew. I’m sorry, alright? I’m sorry it wasn’t good enough.”
Colin watched as Jared’s ice-cold eyes warmed slightly and the man leaned forward to drop a kiss to Col’s lips, “It apparently was. I’m here, aren’t I? It was a bit... well it was certainly an original way to go about it!” Warm laughter filling the room and Colin simply couldn’t find it within himself to hold back from joining in after a while.
“Yer such a bastard, I can’t believe you can keep _that_ hidden!”
A laughing wink from Jared, “Practice.” There was a pause, then, “I just need to make this clear... I’m not bottoming tonight.”
Colin, for once, remained half unsurprised at that. To hear it put this way did make things much clearer however. /It’s been _ages_ since I’ve bottomed./
“It’ll be on your terms. If you don’t want something, just say the word.”
Again, Colin paused, thinking. /On my terms. Yeah right. With this huge restriction that I need to accept a certain position./ His eyes looked over Jared, his sincere and no-nonsense look, the simple beauty of him that somehow seemed amplified by firm control. The word was out before Colin could catch it, “Okay.”