The room was dim and warm, the only lighting from a track of LEDs that wrapped around the ceiling of the entire room. It wasn't a lot of light, but for tonight, Jason didn't need a whole lot of light. What he was doing wasn't about precision. There were no needles, no whips, no blades or leather straps sliding sweetly over sweaty skin. There were no sharp, bright pains that would leave marks for days to be pressed on and played with.
Not anymore, anyway. Those had come and gone much earlier in their night, the man that was stretched out and bound from the ceiling in front him baring the marks of Jason's nails and straps. Nothing that quite broke all three layers of skin, no blood was spilled down that thin, pale body...but the red welts would linger. The bite marks that dotted the man's shoulders and back would bruise. Perhaps even chafe a little under clothes to make the ache linger even longer.
Linger into whatever it was that his favorite client was here to avoid having to think about. 'No marks that cannot be hidden by a suit.' The wording of that particular rule had always made him picture Jon behind a desk. Or maybe in some impressive board meeting, put together and wickedly sharp with no one wise to the pain and pleasure that Jason had left under those prim clothes.
On whim, he lazily played with the man's nipple...and gave it a sharp twisting pull. The man bucked and Jason grinned, letting go of that abused nipple so he could reach up and take the lit cigarette from his own lips to instead offer it to his client.
"Can you hold it in your lips, or do you need me to hold it for you? I've been a little mean with you tonight, Doc." He licked his lips, stepping forward so he could kiss that pale, slightly red throat. He'd have to be careful if he decided to let Jon fuck him later. Much more pressure and he'd leave a bruise and in all the times they've played together, that was a rule that Jason had yet to break.
"Fuck, you're pretty like this...all sharp edges and teeth marks..."
The darkness of the room was appreciated, it always was when the lights when down after needles, blades, and other fun items were put away. This was what he came for whenever he could afford it, or his nerves were too shot for a bar hookup to bring him back down to a reasonable level of annoyance with humanity. Pandora had introduced them a long while ago, and even if the other was a little on the younger side than he'd actively seek. He always gave him the pain he needed, took his control, and never pushed his boundaries or rules. Well worth every penny.
The professor was already too tall, but now his too thin frame was fully stretched for the other, arms above his head, helpless as he liked it. More so when all it took was one word if he didn't like something and it would stop. Not that he has ever needed it. Angry marks marred down his body, bites and other marks mixed in with the dark body hair that he clearly never pays mind too outside of his face. Always perfectly shaved.
A sharp hiss escaped when his nipple was twisted so sharply, a shutter rolling through him before he tipped his head down, as an errant curl spilled over his sweaty forehead. "I can handle it myself." He spoke, here he never hid his accent, as a further layer of anonymity. Using only his first name, the only reason the worker knew he was a doctor had been a slip when paying. Not something he blamed anyone for, as his last name was not shared. Jon wrapped his lips around the offered cigarette. His head tipped back up as he took in a deep breath of smoke, before letting it curl out of his nose. Now, that was the stuff.
He probably wouldn't even bring up sex tonight. It was the pain he craved most, a miswiring from his youth, he could explain it due to his education, but he wouldn't. This was precisely what he needed. Though he did give Jason a sharp look, before speaking around the cigarette. "Told ya not to lie to me like that. I know what I am." He hated how he looked, scars and all, but a lifetime of being bullied didn't help. Luckily, he never chastises with any bite.
It was true. The first time that Jon had risked coming into the club and filled out the questionnaire, Jason had actually been a little younger than the man's marked age limits. His ID had stated otherwise, however, and everything else had matched up so well that the establishment hadn't hesitated. They'd met and negotiated and Jon had looked so dubious that Jason would be able to hold up his end of the bargain.
Jason's easy backhand that whipped the older man's head around had eased a little of the worry from those icy eyes. He'd been young, but he'd known even then the kind of allure he could hold. Young enough to be seen as 'innocent', but grown enough that his rather impressive frame promised the force that he offered. It was a good mix, and one that served them both exceptionally well over the few years that they'd worked together.
Those years meant they slipped together like old lovers, each knowing the other's body intimately and completely...and those years also no doubt meant that Jon was fully expecting the hand that trailed up along boney ribs to pluck the cigarette from between thin lips. He brought it back to his own and took a long drag, then reached out to grab Jon's jaw in a cruel grip, yanking the man's head down so he could share his smoke in a hard, punishing kiss that was more teeth than anything.
"And I've told you that you have no say in what I do or say to you." The words were murmured against bitten lips, the grip on Jon's jaw only a hair away from leaving bruises. A familiar dance for them, but one that Jason never backed down from. Another punishing kiss, Jon's lower lip pulled harshly between Jason's teeth, and then the younger man was chasing the hurt with the tip of his tongue before grinning and letting go of Jon's face.
"Argue with me again, I will spread you out on a bench, tie your cock so tight you cry, and ride you until you beg me to stop. I won't, of course, but I bet you'd be even prettier that way." He would, too. Unless Jon safeworded, he could thrash and struggle and curse all he needed to and Jason would just ride him harder. But for as real as the threat was, it wasn't a threat at all. It was a question.
If Jon needed more, all he'd have to do would be to argue and he'd get that whole new layer of pain. But if he was done, sated and perfectly sore, he'd just have to keep his mouth shut. Consent with the illusion of none. A delicate balance of checking in on Jon's wellbeing without breaking the scene entirely.
As long as the professor didn't find out how young Jason really was? It was fine, though at this point it was far too late. A few years of at least once a month sessions. Pandora had chosen perfectly, even if he had been uncertain when introduced to the younger. At least until he was backhanded. That was when Jonathan knew that she had picked someone perfect, even if he didn't tick every box. He was more than good enough.
The elder was never looking for innocent in these moments, pain, release and having his control taken by force. That was what he was after. Jason was permitted to go further than the man himself ever would due to his own rules. So long as no bruises were visible outside what a suit could hide. He couldn't very well stand at the podium and teach the ingrates with love bites all on his neck.
The icy blue eyes watched as Jason's hands trailed back up his body, a softer touch to the pain, but one that he enjoyed. Watching the younger take the cigarette back. A muffled noise escaped when his jaw was grabbed roughly and the smoke was shared between the kiss. Jon chasing the taste into Jason's mouth and those teeth just a moment, more smoke eased out of his noise and the corners of his mouth as their lips stayed together a moment. A harsh breath sucked in when it broke, blue eyes dazed but staring down at the other as if he could see right through his soul. The eyes that creeped out many of his students.
"Yes, master." It felt so odd sometimes, but in these moments, their ages didn't matter. Jason was in control. Though, Jonathan knew he could be again if he used the word, but that was rarely, if ever, used. The doctor was a stubborn man and refused to give in. It was also his quiet way of saying they didn't need to have sex tonight. He was here for pain, and he had that. He'd be aching tomorrow as he was introduced to his new class, and that would be well worth it and any cruel words from the staff and faculty. He was tired, and it was starting to show, which was usually when he was ready to be done and pay Jason for the services. He still had to drive home after all.
They both had to drive home, yes. But, more importantly, Jason wasn't going to let Jon out of his sight without at least a little aftercare. The man had tried to refuse it at first, but Jason had put his foot down rather sternly. He'd refused to do so much as touch the man without Jon first agreeing to the minimum of aftercare. Water, some carbs to keep his blood sugar up, a few minutes of coming down off the high of the scene to let his mind recenter itself while Jason was still there as a safety net in case that mind tried to spiral on itself instead.
Over the years he'd added basic treatment of wounds left behind. Touches that Jon could tolerate to help ground him as he came back up. More often than not, their aftercare tended to be Jason sitting up against the bed in the room, Jon encouraged to lay in his lap -or at least near him- while Jason lightly played in his curls and read aloud from a book they'd picked out together.
This month was no different. Jon let go of those last little slips of control and Jason smiled and leaned forward to kiss along exhaustion lines, murmuring how good he was, how well he'd taken everything Jason had to give him. He'd released the man from the ropes, keeping him close so he didn't fall at the sudden change in position. Moving over to the bed, he made sure Jon took a few sips of the water bottle he'd left there just for this before he'd started massaging abused shoulders into once more accepting blood flow.
"How many chapters tonight? Just the one? Or are you going to actually take advantage of the fact that we have the room all night for once?" He smirked, knowing full well that Jon was never actually going to stay. It didn't stop him from adding incentive, his voice a teasing sing-song that he was pretty sure was going to earn him an eye roll. "We could get to them actually getting to Vegas...."
Jon still tries to escape sometimes, but he doesn't push the hard lines when Jason puts his foot down. Occasionally, the aftercare makes him feel uncomfortable, but, logically, he knew it was important. Simply, not something he feels he deserves. He is lucky that the young sex worker makes sure he keeps the carbs up and remembers to drink some water. He so often forgets wrapped up in his work, and it helps him bounce back for the drive home, as he has never once stayed until morning.
Cleaning the wounds was something he didn't fight, he insisted on doing the same on the few rare nights he has hurt Jason in return. Those are bad nights that usually end much better than they start. If asked before all of this if he was attracted to muscular men, he would have said no, but getting to relax against that strong chest against the thick thighs? He had been converted.
The book was already on the table, if Jon or Jason kept it to bring each time didn't matter, but he enjoyed it. Occasionally, he would read while Jason played with his hair, making voices for each character. Tonight would likely be one of those nights.
A huffed noise, from how stiff his shoulders were, escaped as he dropped a bit against Jason's strong chest. His wrists might bruise, but he never minded that, always reminding that he wore an old wristwatch, and a leather cuff for a reason. He'd blame being in college in the early 2000s if anyone questioned the cuff. Moving easily with him to the bed as Jon took a second to pop his shoulder before taking a few drinks. Once he was sitting on the bed so that Jason could check over any marks. Jon reached for the book, those icy blue eyes peered up and rolled as expected.
"Lovely as the offer always sounds, I have work in the morning." Opening the book to skip to where they left off. "You are always welcome to stay since it is booked for the night. I don't care. We will get to Vegas when we get there, why rush it?" He always talked a little more after a scene than he ever does before. As if the rush of pain uncovers the person buried under all that stress.
The rush of pain did uncover the person. Stress melted away under it, leaving the otherwise stiff man pliant against him in a way that Jason was pretty sure he never allowed himself to be with anyone else. It was an honor to get to be that for Jon and Jason never failed to smile as the angular man settled in against him.
"Mmm, no rush. A little greedy, maybe, but I'm plenty patient." He waited until Jon had situated himself somewhere comfortable, ignoring the offer to let him stay without his client. He'd never taken said offer just as Jon had never taken the offer to stay, but it was always appreciated.
As soon as the book opened and Jon was comfortable, Jason sank his fingers into dark curls. Before, he'd use that handful as a handle to wrench the man to exactly where he wanted him, but that time had passed and now Jason's fingers were gentle as he stroked them through the softness. Any snags were carefully worked free and occasionally Jason would stroke his fingers against the skin of Jon's neck or jaw.
It was a shorter chapter that night, but Jason was satisfied with how Jon was coming back to himself and instead of insisting on another one, he instead just leaned down to kiss combed through curls.
"Text me when you get home. I'll call for check in tomorrow. Make sure to eat something, I'll be asking about it. It will probably be around two, but if you're busy you can call me back when you have a minute. Got it, Doc? Don't make me call every five minutes, you know I will." He'd done it before.
He was right, no one else had ever had that honor. Jon always expected to be hurt by anyone he let close. That was why this worked. As long as money flowed to Jason, he could keep it as a business transaction in his mind. Granted, he had never heard of many sex workers who called with reminders to eat and wanted to know when they got home. Yet, he didn't mind. It was not like he had friends or the like.
"Plenty greedy, my ravenous friend. Though, I give you that, you can be very patient." The professor would sometimes jokingly call Jason a friend after the pain when the masks were down. It was more his way of thinking than really thinking they are. The stroking hand in his hair almost put him to sleep once in the reading, but that was fine. He enjoyed the feel of it.
When the chapter was finished, he marked the page and held it up to Jason, he'd let him keep the book until next month. Just so it didn't get lost in his stacks at home.
Pushing himself up after the kiss landed in his messy curls, a light, softer look offered back at the younger as he reached for the t-shirt and button up he had worn in. He dressed casually whenever he came, he could replace a t-shirt he would rather not replace a suit. Tugging on the black shirt, he nodded. Slipping his watch back on next. "I will text as soon as I get home. Don't worry. I've not forgotten in a few months." Pants grabbed next as he stood doing up his belt again.
Shaking his head amused, curls bouncing a little from the way Jason broke up the clusters. "Christ, never do that again." He gave a small laugh turning to ruffle Jason's hair, and even giving him a quick kiss. Taking out his phone then to transfer the funds. He always does before he leaves. "I'll remember to eat, good luck with whatever tomorrow is, I'll see you next time, Jason."
Grabbing his boots to slip on, he never ties them before he leaves, to head for the door.
But weren't they? Unconventional, sure, but Jason was still exceptionally fond of the older man who'd become one of his most regular clients. He worried when he didn't hear from him for too long, always got a little spring in his step when he saw Doc's name appear on his schedule. Jon needed the separation of the business transaction and Jason gave it to him, but he still took the extra steps to make sure that Jon hadn't fallen asleep behind the wheel or hadn't started to spiral after sleeping.
Checking in was a Dom's expectation, but he'll admit that he checked in a little more on his Doc.
He watched the lanky man dress, occasionally reaching out to stroke his fingers over skin before it was once more covered with clothing, and then he was leaning up into that quick kiss. "Any time you need me, Doc. Just a phone call away." Then the door was closed and Jason was left to scrub down the room and return the keys to Pandora. Somewhere in there, his phone buzzed to let him know that Jon had made it home alright and Jason had replied with a simple 'Sleep well, Doc. Talk to you tomorrow' before he'd hit play on his music to finish up his cleaning.
The next morning found him tired but pleasantly centered considering he was about to do something that terrified him. Still, centered or not, it took several deep breaths before he was able to actually convince himself to walk through the GSU doors, hiking his brand new bag up a little higher on his shoulder as he moved through the crowd of fresh faced freshmen. He was the oldest by far and more than a few of his peers gave him curious looks as they were walked through their orientation tour of the campus.
They were unconventional, but as much as he appreciated all the little extras his dom gives. He refused to think of them as friendship. He needed that divide to not let himself grow expectant. He never expected aftercare, to be asked to check in, or to be reminded to eat. He appreciated them, but he wouldn't be upset if Jason didn't do those things now and then. Maybe a little worried, but he'd not admit it.
The first day of a new year was always hell for Crane. He once loved walking into this building, knowing he would be learning and one day become somebody. Once he pulled off becoming the youngest professor in the school's history, that was when the magic died for him. He saw behind the curtains, and it was nothing he had expected. Rude coworkers who belittled him for his lack of modern cut suits or spending frivolously on making himself look better. Being bullied was nothing new for Jonathan Crane. He just expected it to be different here.
It wasn't. Added with the fact that half of his students didn't even try? The doctor had been bittered within a few years of getting the role. He had only reached tenure the year before, much to the displeasure of his former mentor and his cronies. Crane kept to himself, worked, and then went home and work more or read. He didn't socialize and he rarely took excuses.
The freshmen were being given their tour, but the other grades were being given their first classes. It just so happened that it was Crane's second class when the freshmen were led through. "As I said, you turn in any assignment, even a minute late, and do not have a doctor's note or a death certificate. I will shred it. If you fall asleep in my class? You will be asked to leave, and I will not allow you to make up any points. Sleep is for home or out in your cars. Not in my classroom. I also do not give extra credit. Don't ask." He was still talking as the guide whispered to the group.
"That's professor Crane, he's brilliant, but just hope you don't get his class." One of the others, rolled their eyes. "Crane's not that bad, if you do your work and don't mess around. He was my professor for two years." The first tour group leader rolling their eyes at the second one. "Okay, follow along."
Jason Todd came from nothing and nowhere. He was the only child of a poor family, lost in the cracks of Gotham's public school system. When he was able to go, he'd loved every second of it, drinking in the information as fast as he could get his hands on it. He was quiet, rarely made a fuss, never raised his hand to offer answers or ask questions...the perfect student for no one to notice when he went missing for weeks at a time. Or when he wore long sleeves and jeans on days when the other students ran around in shorts and tank tops.
Then, when he was nine, he'd gone into the Gotham foster system and no one bothered to look at him again.
The dream of going to college was one he'd never dared to have, and yet...there he was. It had taken blood, sweat, and tears as well as more years than he really wanted to think about, but he was there. Taking that freshman tour. His skin crawled with the tight press of nervous teenagers around him, but he wasn't going to let himself fall to the back and not be able to hear the guides.
Or hear the familiar voice that made his breath catch in his throat. The accent was different, husky Georgian drawl replaced by a crisp Bristol posh...but it was him. His Doc, lecturing a hall of students that looked simultaneously terrified and bored of him. He didn't stare. Didn't smile, though it threatened the corners of his lips. He saw the man, let his eyes take in the scene, and then smoothly transitioned back to the guides.
He was a professional, after all. He wasn't going to out his Doc in front of his students. He did, however, take a moment as they moved on to take note of exactly where the classroom was and the subject that was stamped above it.
Psychology
Fascinating. Suddenly, the press of the students around him didn't seem so crushing after all.
The tour ended not long before Jason was supposed to call for a check in, just as Jason had planned it. While the rest of the freshmen scattered to find their first actual classes of the day, Jason headed for the little coffee shop/cafe vender that was tucked off to one side of the public commons. It was quiet and he appreciated that quiet as he got himself a tea and a muffin, then made his way over to a table before pulling out his phone and pressing 'call'.
Jon had never once looked in to the worker he had grown close to over the last few years. He expected privacy, and returned that respect. Always firm on giving back what you are given. Nothing in life is free. He assumed Jason was from a broken home, all things considered, but he never dug.
It would be unethical for one. He still cared about the ethics of his professional role these days.
Standing before his class, dressed in a brown suit. Every mark from the night before hidden. Those blue eyes steeled, his hair styled as it usually was at the start of their scenes. The curls always had a mild of their own. No one would guess what the professor gets up too when he has the money and time. His natural accent hidden, as he firmly felt no one would take him seriously with his natural accent. Yet, he never tried to kill that smooth southern accent. It came in handy now and then.
Hours later, he was in his office. Reading a novel at his desk as he worked on his 4th cup of coffee, and a muffin he had grabbed earlier. Seeing the familiar picture and name pop up, he couldn't help the fond smile and rolling his eyes as he answered. His accent back to the Georgian as he pushed looked up to make sure his office door was shut.
"I'm eattin' I promise. I didn't forget today, Jason. Did you take care of whatever it was you were doing?"
A text was fired back pretty quickly, letting Jason know that he had no plan's so to surprise him. He really hoped his neighbors didn't drop their kids on him at all this weekend. His phone sat down as he tried to push away any blush. Quickly moving around his little two-bedroom apartment. The walls had painted that same orange that the cup was. The same one that he had multiple button ups of that he had worn to sessions. A favored color clearly. The color to hide the mold, the place was not great, but it was rent controlled.
Books moved back to shelves or into the spare bedroom. His sheets changed, and the blanket hauled off the couch and back to the bed. What took the longest? Gathering all his dirty clothes off the floors and running them out to the machine to start a load. He saw Clarissa on his way back, a moment spared for small talk as she joked that if he forgot his laundry again, she'd bring it back so it didn't get stolen. He let her know he would have company this weekend so he couldn't watch the girls, which she was fine with. Telling him to go shave, at least before he had company.
That was the next thing on his list, and yes. He did forget about his laundry, but she dropped it off for him before Jason could arrive. A thanks given as it was shoved in the closet in the basket to be out of sight. Some candles lit to hide the smell of the building hoping it wouldn't be that bad.
That quick reply and open ended challenge made Jason smile and for a moment, he considered just loading up his gear and heading over. It wasn't that far of a walk from his own shitty little walk up and he didn't know what the parking situation was at Jon's place, so he didn't want to clutter up spaces that didn't need to be cluttered up. The weather was starting to swing into something that could be called chilly, but it wasn't raining and that was good enough weather to walk in.
However, no matter how much he wanted to get his hands on that skinny frame, he waited. He let some good old fashioned anticipation do some heavy lifting. For both of them, really. Let Jon wonder what was going to happen to him. Let Jason daydream about all the ways he was going to ask the older man to suffer so beautifully for him. It warmed him up nicely, a low grade arousal settling itself low in his belly as he puttered around his apartment.
He waited until the sun was just starting to kiss the top of the city before he slung his jacket and headed out. If anyone tried to stop a man walking in the Narrows with a nice luggage set and a case that looked like it might hold an instrument...well, they'd have to deal with the fact that Jason had ways of protecting himself. Ways that would barely put a pause on his weekend, as far as the GCPD was concerned.
He was grinning as he knocked on the door, cheeks still a little ruddy from the chill and his hair tussled from the wind. If it wasn't for the wheeled tool bag and the hard case slung over his shoulder, he'd almost look like he was about to ask Professor Crane to sign a campus petition.
The anticipation was building as time passed. Not long before the sun started to set, Jon had finally moved to hang up his work clothes from the basket before they could wrinkle. He hated to iron if he could avoid it.
Hearing the front door, he looked back as Nightmare croaked. Moving silently through the apartment, at least until he called out. "One moment!" The door opened moments later, those fall scented candles really having an effect on the smell of the apartment. Smells that always mingled with Jon's cheap cologne he always wore to their sessions.
A grin crossed his gaunt features, stepping back and motioning Jason inside. Nightmare croaked from his perch just inside the apartment, not far from the TV that was off. Music was playing low, the kind of yacht rock that he had always enjoyed. Not too loud, but the volume it generally was left at. "Would you like a hand?" He assumed the cases were full of all the fun stuff they would be playing with, but the doctor didn't care to assume. Dressed in slacks like he wore to the club and a ratty t-shirt, his hair still wet from a recent shower, which had his curls weighed down at the moment.
The cases were filled with the fun stuff that Jason had plans for, and while nothing was particularly heavy, he still shrugged the hard case off his shoulder and passed it over. He'd been playing with this man for years, after all. He was very aware of how much his Doc liked to feel useful.
"Thank you. That should go somewhere easy to grab if we do get to it, but this..." He zipped open the top of the case, pulling out a casserole dish that had been sealed tightly with foil. "Needs a little bit of space in your fridge. The rest of it can wait until we're ready to start. And until after you've made introductions..."
That last was very much aimed at the young bird who was watching him so intently, his smile widening as he cocked his head to mimic Nightmare. "You are beautiful, little one. Does he fly? I didn't know you had a bird?"
The doctor did enjoy feeling useful, and over those years it became apparent that despite how his body looked, he was a lot stronger than he appeared to be. Most of his strength was in his legs, however. Taking the case, he carried it inside to allow Jason to follow him inside.
"I'll take it back to the room in a moment then. And the fridge should have plenty of room." He did buy food, but not a lot. Jon never ate a lot, the basics. Eggs, deli meat, bread, some meal worms for Nightmare in there too, and a case a beer. Of course. The freezer and pantry had more, luckily.
The case in hand as he looked over, a faint rare smile in place as Jonathan whistled just after Jason complimented the bird who flew over to land on Jonathan's extended arm. Croaking back at Jason with a tipped head. "Jason, meet Nightmare. Nightmare, you be good for Jason, alright?" The bird mimicking Jon's voice saying hello. Pretty close to it.
Jon looked back to Jason as he offered his arm, Jason's way. The long sleeves and his medication kept him from having a panic attack over his beloved pet. "Thank you, he is quite handsome, and he knows it. He can fly, but I do not trust taking him out quite yet. I have only had him a year or so. I found him when he was a chick, the shelter wanted to put him down, so I kept him." Jason found something Jon could ramble about besides books.
"Oh, so he's a baby, baby. I'm very impressed that he's already learned how to fly." The casserole was left on the counter in favor of stepping in closer to Jon. He reached up as if to stroke his fingers over that black plumage, but instead his knuckles grazed softly against the corner of that rare smile.
He wanted to kiss it, but sometimes Jon got weird about touch before their sessions started and he didn't want to spook the man away from their weekend before it got a chance to begin. So he grazed his knuckles over freshly shaved skin, his smile warm and welcome before he pulled away to finally find a place to put the 8x8 pan.
"Well, he's very handsome and I can tell he's well loved. Hopefully he doesn't hate me too much after I've spent the night hurting his daddy." He let a little bit of heat drip into that last word, nothing that could be directly called out, but enough to test the waters a little. He rarely ever had the desire to use that word in the bedroom on a personal level, but he did occasionally use it for clients who specifically requested it.
And, maybe, he knew exactly how hot that word would sound in that honey smoked accent.
"More like a young child, but yes. He learned to fly last year, which was not easy in this apartment." So he had Nightmare before he could fly. That casserole dish caught his attention, but before he could ask, Jason was reaching up and Nightmare puffed up his plumage as if ready for pets, but Jon got the corner of his mouth touched with those knuckles. Biting his lip a little, as he watched Jason. Straightening his posture some.
His face was freshly shaven, the aftershave still smelling potent, and his skin smoother than normal. The professor usually came to Pandora's at night when he didn't care to touch up his shave when he'd have to do it again in the morning.
"Yes, well, someone had to. He was too young to die just because some teenagers were assholes." Chuckling as he moved to put Nightmare down on the couch, where the bird happily went back to his cat toys. As he did, he heard what Jason said, still a little leaned over, looking back wide eyes. Give him a second.
"Mmm." It was a simple hum of agreement, but he made absolutely no effort to hide his fond smile from creeping into his voice as he rummaged through the older man's fridge. Helping little old ladies in the grocery store, saving helpless chicks from teenagers....as cold and dispassionate as Jonathan Crane tried to advertise himself as, Jason knew different.
Knew and appreciated. Maybe even kind of really liked.
Dish stored away for later, he gave the man all the time he needed to process. They had time, he had no reason to rush this. He had no idea if Jon was going to let him stay or if he was going to have to walk home after he'd made sure the older man was tucked safely into bed, but even if he had to walk, he wasn't going to rush this. It had been far too long since they'd played, rushing it would be an insult.
From the top portion of the wheeled back, he brought out a familiar drop cloth, setting it aside so that he could pull Jon's book out from where it was sandwiched between the heavy canvas cloth and the hard plastic of his sharps kit. The sketchbook had been bought nearly a year ago and it was mostly full of the designs that Jason would think of before their sessions. It held most of the last years worth of session designs, as well as a couple that Jason hadn't shown Jon yet for fear they'd be a little too much just yet. But tonight's was one he was comfortable with showing and he flipped open the book before holding it out towards his dearest Doc.
"Do you want to see? Or would you rather be surprised?"
All things he would deny, or make up excuses for. Helping the woman was so she'd leave him alone. Saving Nightmare was to spite the teenagers. Neither true, but he had an image he conveys that most never look behind the curtain to see past. Though, his temper was something awful when tripped, but he was more often annoyed than angry. That happened in school more than at home around his books and pet.
Finally moving as he leaned on the arm of the couch watching Jason. It was interesting having someone in here besides himself. Or, the neighbors when they popped over. Jon had no plans at all to send Jason back out into the night, not unless he followed him to his car, and Jason didn't bring his car. Though Jonathan had never shared a bed with someone through the night, that was his plan.
One-night stands he dipped before the other could even fall asleep. When he was young, Granny would just let him cry as a child until he gave up on comfort. As an adult, he didn't always know how to accept it. Jon was watching as Jason took out the book of fun, a crooked smile crossing over his features. It always promised a good time. "Let me wait to see it. I trust you, as you know. Though, we may want to do this back there. The bedroom is hardwood floors, unlike out here. And Nightmare might not try to get in the way."
He could deny it all he wanted, Jason knew better. He'd peeked under the curtain to the man beyond and he... Well, he'd made it very clear where he stood on the matter. Wishful thinking, indeed.
Smiling, Jason flipped the book shut with a satisfying 'thud', setting it aside before he smoothly rocked up from his knees to his feet. It was a motion that was well practiced and that Jon had seen a million times before, but it was still something that let Jason's body flex in a way that felt very appealing. It was something that was for him more than his clients, but he enjoyed it when his clients also appreciated the play of his muscles under his clothes.
"Oh, don't worry. I have no intention of starting out here. Unless you count me asking how you're feeling about touch right now 'starting'. Which I don't. I just want to kiss you. Feel your skin a little. See how warmed up your engine is before getting into discussions about how you feel about the conversation we had earlier.
And, obviously, I want to know if that handsome mister behind you will let me pet him before he potentially decides that I'm a devil and that I must die for the sounds that I can get out of you...."
Jason had been chipping at the ice wall around the older man since long before he started leaving water bottles in his lecture hall. When he looked in the mirror he didn't see anything special, he could point out all of his flaws, but the way Jason looked at him every so often? It made him feel like everyone over the years had been lying. Maybe he wasn't a completely grotesque monstrosity.
Those blue eyes watched the move he had seen so many times. Before Jason became his dom, he had always thought muscles did nothing for him. Watching Jason move over the years proved that very wrong. Biting his lip as he often did upon seeing the move.
"Uhh." A silent moment before he nodded. "It is alright. Thank you for asking." It gave him the time to mentally prepare himself, to remind himself Jason only hurts him when he asks for it, and he was more than looking forward to that pain tonight. "Might need a little warmed up, but that can wait."
Shifting his hand back without moving, he snapped one of those spidery fingers before straightening his fingers again. Nightmare croaking again, as he hopped up on Jon's hand to be lifted back into his owner's grasp. Holding Nightmare towards Jason then.
"Put your hand out and whistle. He will come to you if he wants affection. If he does, then you may bribe him all you want, but I assure you. He won't mind." Jon's always had nightmares, his pet was used to the sound of Jon making painful noises at night, sometimes waking with a scream.
He didn't push while Jon thought about how he felt about being touched. He never did. He respected the other man's space with everything he did, even going so far as to cancel a session if the older man just couldn't settle into his skin.
He knew what it was like to be pushed like that. To be pushed past the comfort zone into something that could be considered forced. He'd never do that to any of his clients. Hell, even the ones who enjoyed CNC play he made a point to check in with them before to get an idea of their baseline before moving into the scene itself. Even if he was the 'victim' in the scene, he needed to know the baseline and go over the rules.
So when Jon finally nodded and gave him permission, Jason smiled but didn't move forward right away. He could touch...but he could also see that Jon needed a few minutes to get used to the idea that he could be touched. And when that black bird was offered? Well, who was he to deny such a handsome creature.
Holding out his arm like how he'd seen Jon do it, he gave a low, soft whistle. An ask, not a demand. It probably wasn't the best for training purposes, but he wasn't about to force the bird any more than he was going to force the bird's daddy.
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Not anymore, anyway. Those had come and gone much earlier in their night, the man that was stretched out and bound from the ceiling in front him baring the marks of Jason's nails and straps. Nothing that quite broke all three layers of skin, no blood was spilled down that thin, pale body...but the red welts would linger. The bite marks that dotted the man's shoulders and back would bruise. Perhaps even chafe a little under clothes to make the ache linger even longer.
Linger into whatever it was that his favorite client was here to avoid having to think about. 'No marks that cannot be hidden by a suit.' The wording of that particular rule had always made him picture Jon behind a desk. Or maybe in some impressive board meeting, put together and wickedly sharp with no one wise to the pain and pleasure that Jason had left under those prim clothes.
On whim, he lazily played with the man's nipple...and gave it a sharp twisting pull. The man bucked and Jason grinned, letting go of that abused nipple so he could reach up and take the lit cigarette from his own lips to instead offer it to his client.
"Can you hold it in your lips, or do you need me to hold it for you? I've been a little mean with you tonight, Doc." He licked his lips, stepping forward so he could kiss that pale, slightly red throat. He'd have to be careful if he decided to let Jon fuck him later. Much more pressure and he'd leave a bruise and in all the times they've played together, that was a rule that Jason had yet to break.
"Fuck, you're pretty like this...all sharp edges and teeth marks..."
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The professor was already too tall, but now his too thin frame was fully stretched for the other, arms above his head, helpless as he liked it. More so when all it took was one word if he didn't like something and it would stop. Not that he has ever needed it. Angry marks marred down his body, bites and other marks mixed in with the dark body hair that he clearly never pays mind too outside of his face. Always perfectly shaved.
A sharp hiss escaped when his nipple was twisted so sharply, a shutter rolling through him before he tipped his head down, as an errant curl spilled over his sweaty forehead. "I can handle it myself." He spoke, here he never hid his accent, as a further layer of anonymity. Using only his first name, the only reason the worker knew he was a doctor had been a slip when paying. Not something he blamed anyone for, as his last name was not shared. Jon wrapped his lips around the offered cigarette. His head tipped back up as he took in a deep breath of smoke, before letting it curl out of his nose. Now, that was the stuff.
He probably wouldn't even bring up sex tonight. It was the pain he craved most, a miswiring from his youth, he could explain it due to his education, but he wouldn't. This was precisely what he needed. Though he did give Jason a sharp look, before speaking around the cigarette. "Told ya not to lie to me like that. I know what I am." He hated how he looked, scars and all, but a lifetime of being bullied didn't help. Luckily, he never chastises with any bite.
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Jason's easy backhand that whipped the older man's head around had eased a little of the worry from those icy eyes. He'd been young, but he'd known even then the kind of allure he could hold. Young enough to be seen as 'innocent', but grown enough that his rather impressive frame promised the force that he offered. It was a good mix, and one that served them both exceptionally well over the few years that they'd worked together.
Those years meant they slipped together like old lovers, each knowing the other's body intimately and completely...and those years also no doubt meant that Jon was fully expecting the hand that trailed up along boney ribs to pluck the cigarette from between thin lips. He brought it back to his own and took a long drag, then reached out to grab Jon's jaw in a cruel grip, yanking the man's head down so he could share his smoke in a hard, punishing kiss that was more teeth than anything.
"And I've told you that you have no say in what I do or say to you." The words were murmured against bitten lips, the grip on Jon's jaw only a hair away from leaving bruises. A familiar dance for them, but one that Jason never backed down from. Another punishing kiss, Jon's lower lip pulled harshly between Jason's teeth, and then the younger man was chasing the hurt with the tip of his tongue before grinning and letting go of Jon's face.
"Argue with me again, I will spread you out on a bench, tie your cock so tight you cry, and ride you until you beg me to stop. I won't, of course, but I bet you'd be even prettier that way." He would, too. Unless Jon safeworded, he could thrash and struggle and curse all he needed to and Jason would just ride him harder. But for as real as the threat was, it wasn't a threat at all. It was a question.
If Jon needed more, all he'd have to do would be to argue and he'd get that whole new layer of pain. But if he was done, sated and perfectly sore, he'd just have to keep his mouth shut. Consent with the illusion of none. A delicate balance of checking in on Jon's wellbeing without breaking the scene entirely.
Their working relationship in a nutshell.
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The elder was never looking for innocent in these moments, pain, release and having his control taken by force. That was what he was after. Jason was permitted to go further than the man himself ever would due to his own rules. So long as no bruises were visible outside what a suit could hide. He couldn't very well stand at the podium and teach the ingrates with love bites all on his neck.
The icy blue eyes watched as Jason's hands trailed back up his body, a softer touch to the pain, but one that he enjoyed. Watching the younger take the cigarette back. A muffled noise escaped when his jaw was grabbed roughly and the smoke was shared between the kiss. Jon chasing the taste into Jason's mouth and those teeth just a moment, more smoke eased out of his noise and the corners of his mouth as their lips stayed together a moment. A harsh breath sucked in when it broke, blue eyes dazed but staring down at the other as if he could see right through his soul. The eyes that creeped out many of his students.
"Yes, master." It felt so odd sometimes, but in these moments, their ages didn't matter. Jason was in control. Though, Jonathan knew he could be again if he used the word, but that was rarely, if ever, used. The doctor was a stubborn man and refused to give in. It was also his quiet way of saying they didn't need to have sex tonight. He was here for pain, and he had that. He'd be aching tomorrow as he was introduced to his new class, and that would be well worth it and any cruel words from the staff and faculty. He was tired, and it was starting to show, which was usually when he was ready to be done and pay Jason for the services. He still had to drive home after all.
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Over the years he'd added basic treatment of wounds left behind. Touches that Jon could tolerate to help ground him as he came back up. More often than not, their aftercare tended to be Jason sitting up against the bed in the room, Jon encouraged to lay in his lap -or at least near him- while Jason lightly played in his curls and read aloud from a book they'd picked out together.
This month was no different. Jon let go of those last little slips of control and Jason smiled and leaned forward to kiss along exhaustion lines, murmuring how good he was, how well he'd taken everything Jason had to give him. He'd released the man from the ropes, keeping him close so he didn't fall at the sudden change in position. Moving over to the bed, he made sure Jon took a few sips of the water bottle he'd left there just for this before he'd started massaging abused shoulders into once more accepting blood flow.
"How many chapters tonight? Just the one? Or are you going to actually take advantage of the fact that we have the room all night for once?" He smirked, knowing full well that Jon was never actually going to stay. It didn't stop him from adding incentive, his voice a teasing sing-song that he was pretty sure was going to earn him an eye roll. "We could get to them actually getting to Vegas...."
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Cleaning the wounds was something he didn't fight, he insisted on doing the same on the few rare nights he has hurt Jason in return. Those are bad nights that usually end much better than they start. If asked before all of this if he was attracted to muscular men, he would have said no, but getting to relax against that strong chest against the thick thighs? He had been converted.
The book was already on the table, if Jon or Jason kept it to bring each time didn't matter, but he enjoyed it. Occasionally, he would read while Jason played with his hair, making voices for each character. Tonight would likely be one of those nights.
A huffed noise, from how stiff his shoulders were, escaped as he dropped a bit against Jason's strong chest. His wrists might bruise, but he never minded that, always reminding that he wore an old wristwatch, and a leather cuff for a reason. He'd blame being in college in the early 2000s if anyone questioned the cuff. Moving easily with him to the bed as Jon took a second to pop his shoulder before taking a few drinks. Once he was sitting on the bed so that Jason could check over any marks. Jon reached for the book, those icy blue eyes peered up and rolled as expected.
"Lovely as the offer always sounds, I have work in the morning." Opening the book to skip to where they left off. "You are always welcome to stay since it is booked for the night. I don't care. We will get to Vegas when we get there, why rush it?" He always talked a little more after a scene than he ever does before. As if the rush of pain uncovers the person buried under all that stress.
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"Mmm, no rush. A little greedy, maybe, but I'm plenty patient." He waited until Jon had situated himself somewhere comfortable, ignoring the offer to let him stay without his client. He'd never taken said offer just as Jon had never taken the offer to stay, but it was always appreciated.
As soon as the book opened and Jon was comfortable, Jason sank his fingers into dark curls. Before, he'd use that handful as a handle to wrench the man to exactly where he wanted him, but that time had passed and now Jason's fingers were gentle as he stroked them through the softness. Any snags were carefully worked free and occasionally Jason would stroke his fingers against the skin of Jon's neck or jaw.
It was a shorter chapter that night, but Jason was satisfied with how Jon was coming back to himself and instead of insisting on another one, he instead just leaned down to kiss combed through curls.
"Text me when you get home. I'll call for check in tomorrow. Make sure to eat something, I'll be asking about it. It will probably be around two, but if you're busy you can call me back when you have a minute. Got it, Doc? Don't make me call every five minutes, you know I will." He'd done it before.
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"Plenty greedy, my ravenous friend. Though, I give you that, you can be very patient." The professor would sometimes jokingly call Jason a friend after the pain when the masks were down. It was more his way of thinking than really thinking they are. The stroking hand in his hair almost put him to sleep once in the reading, but that was fine. He enjoyed the feel of it.
When the chapter was finished, he marked the page and held it up to Jason, he'd let him keep the book until next month. Just so it didn't get lost in his stacks at home.
Pushing himself up after the kiss landed in his messy curls, a light, softer look offered back at the younger as he reached for the t-shirt and button up he had worn in. He dressed casually whenever he came, he could replace a t-shirt he would rather not replace a suit. Tugging on the black shirt, he nodded. Slipping his watch back on next. "I will text as soon as I get home. Don't worry. I've not forgotten in a few months." Pants grabbed next as he stood doing up his belt again.
Shaking his head amused, curls bouncing a little from the way Jason broke up the clusters. "Christ, never do that again." He gave a small laugh turning to ruffle Jason's hair, and even giving him a quick kiss. Taking out his phone then to transfer the funds. He always does before he leaves. "I'll remember to eat, good luck with whatever tomorrow is, I'll see you next time, Jason."
Grabbing his boots to slip on, he never ties them before he leaves, to head for the door.
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Checking in was a Dom's expectation, but he'll admit that he checked in a little more on his Doc.
He watched the lanky man dress, occasionally reaching out to stroke his fingers over skin before it was once more covered with clothing, and then he was leaning up into that quick kiss. "Any time you need me, Doc. Just a phone call away." Then the door was closed and Jason was left to scrub down the room and return the keys to Pandora. Somewhere in there, his phone buzzed to let him know that Jon had made it home alright and Jason had replied with a simple 'Sleep well, Doc. Talk to you tomorrow' before he'd hit play on his music to finish up his cleaning.
The next morning found him tired but pleasantly centered considering he was about to do something that terrified him. Still, centered or not, it took several deep breaths before he was able to actually convince himself to walk through the GSU doors, hiking his brand new bag up a little higher on his shoulder as he moved through the crowd of fresh faced freshmen. He was the oldest by far and more than a few of his peers gave him curious looks as they were walked through their orientation tour of the campus.
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The first day of a new year was always hell for Crane. He once loved walking into this building, knowing he would be learning and one day become somebody. Once he pulled off becoming the youngest professor in the school's history, that was when the magic died for him. He saw behind the curtains, and it was nothing he had expected. Rude coworkers who belittled him for his lack of modern cut suits or spending frivolously on making himself look better. Being bullied was nothing new for Jonathan Crane. He just expected it to be different here.
It wasn't. Added with the fact that half of his students didn't even try? The doctor had been bittered within a few years of getting the role. He had only reached tenure the year before, much to the displeasure of his former mentor and his cronies. Crane kept to himself, worked, and then went home and work more or read. He didn't socialize and he rarely took excuses.
The freshmen were being given their tour, but the other grades were being given their first classes. It just so happened that it was Crane's second class when the freshmen were led through. "As I said, you turn in any assignment, even a minute late, and do not have a doctor's note or a death certificate. I will shred it. If you fall asleep in my class? You will be asked to leave, and I will not allow you to make up any points. Sleep is for home or out in your cars. Not in my classroom. I also do not give extra credit. Don't ask." He was still talking as the guide whispered to the group.
"That's professor Crane, he's brilliant, but just hope you don't get his class." One of the others, rolled their eyes.
"Crane's not that bad, if you do your work and don't mess around. He was my professor for two years." The first tour group leader rolling their eyes at the second one. "Okay, follow along."
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Then, when he was nine, he'd gone into the Gotham foster system and no one bothered to look at him again.
The dream of going to college was one he'd never dared to have, and yet...there he was. It had taken blood, sweat, and tears as well as more years than he really wanted to think about, but he was there. Taking that freshman tour. His skin crawled with the tight press of nervous teenagers around him, but he wasn't going to let himself fall to the back and not be able to hear the guides.
Or hear the familiar voice that made his breath catch in his throat. The accent was different, husky Georgian drawl replaced by a crisp Bristol posh...but it was him. His Doc, lecturing a hall of students that looked simultaneously terrified and bored of him. He didn't stare. Didn't smile, though it threatened the corners of his lips. He saw the man, let his eyes take in the scene, and then smoothly transitioned back to the guides.
He was a professional, after all. He wasn't going to out his Doc in front of his students. He did, however, take a moment as they moved on to take note of exactly where the classroom was and the subject that was stamped above it.
Psychology
Fascinating. Suddenly, the press of the students around him didn't seem so crushing after all.
The tour ended not long before Jason was supposed to call for a check in, just as Jason had planned it. While the rest of the freshmen scattered to find their first actual classes of the day, Jason headed for the little coffee shop/cafe vender that was tucked off to one side of the public commons. It was quiet and he appreciated that quiet as he got himself a tea and a muffin, then made his way over to a table before pulling out his phone and pressing 'call'.
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It would be unethical for one. He still cared about the ethics of his professional role these days.
Standing before his class, dressed in a brown suit. Every mark from the night before hidden. Those blue eyes steeled, his hair styled as it usually was at the start of their scenes. The curls always had a mild of their own. No one would guess what the professor gets up too when he has the money and time. His natural accent hidden, as he firmly felt no one would take him seriously with his natural accent. Yet, he never tried to kill that smooth southern accent. It came in handy now and then.
Hours later, he was in his office. Reading a novel at his desk as he worked on his 4th cup of coffee, and a muffin he had grabbed earlier. Seeing the familiar picture and name pop up, he couldn't help the fond smile and rolling his eyes as he answered. His accent back to the Georgian as he pushed looked up to make sure his office door was shut.
"I'm eattin' I promise. I didn't forget today, Jason. Did you take care of whatever it was you were doing?"
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A visit off the books
A text was fired back pretty quickly, letting Jason know that he had no plan's so to surprise him. He really hoped his neighbors didn't drop their kids on him at all this weekend. His phone sat down as he tried to push away any blush. Quickly moving around his little two-bedroom apartment. The walls had painted that same orange that the cup was. The same one that he had multiple button ups of that he had worn to sessions. A favored color clearly. The color to hide the mold, the place was not great, but it was rent controlled.
Books moved back to shelves or into the spare bedroom. His sheets changed, and the blanket hauled off the couch and back to the bed. What took the longest? Gathering all his dirty clothes off the floors and running them out to the machine to start a load. He saw Clarissa on his way back, a moment spared for small talk as she joked that if he forgot his laundry again, she'd bring it back so it didn't get stolen. He let her know he would have company this weekend so he couldn't watch the girls, which she was fine with. Telling him to go shave, at least before he had company.
That was the next thing on his list, and yes. He did forget about his laundry, but she dropped it off for him before Jason could arrive. A thanks given as it was shoved in the closet in the basket to be out of sight. Some candles lit to hide the smell of the building hoping it wouldn't be that bad.
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However, no matter how much he wanted to get his hands on that skinny frame, he waited. He let some good old fashioned anticipation do some heavy lifting. For both of them, really. Let Jon wonder what was going to happen to him. Let Jason daydream about all the ways he was going to ask the older man to suffer so beautifully for him. It warmed him up nicely, a low grade arousal settling itself low in his belly as he puttered around his apartment.
He waited until the sun was just starting to kiss the top of the city before he slung his jacket and headed out. If anyone tried to stop a man walking in the Narrows with a nice luggage set and a case that looked like it might hold an instrument...well, they'd have to deal with the fact that Jason had ways of protecting himself. Ways that would barely put a pause on his weekend, as far as the GCPD was concerned.
He was grinning as he knocked on the door, cheeks still a little ruddy from the chill and his hair tussled from the wind. If it wasn't for the wheeled tool bag and the hard case slung over his shoulder, he'd almost look like he was about to ask Professor Crane to sign a campus petition.
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Hearing the front door, he looked back as Nightmare croaked. Moving silently through the apartment, at least until he called out. "One moment!" The door opened moments later, those fall scented candles really having an effect on the smell of the apartment. Smells that always mingled with Jon's cheap cologne he always wore to their sessions.
A grin crossed his gaunt features, stepping back and motioning Jason inside. Nightmare croaked from his perch just inside the apartment, not far from the TV that was off. Music was playing low, the kind of yacht rock that he had always enjoyed. Not too loud, but the volume it generally was left at. "Would you like a hand?" He assumed the cases were full of all the fun stuff they would be playing with, but the doctor didn't care to assume. Dressed in slacks like he wore to the club and a ratty t-shirt, his hair still wet from a recent shower, which had his curls weighed down at the moment.
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"Thank you. That should go somewhere easy to grab if we do get to it, but this..." He zipped open the top of the case, pulling out a casserole dish that had been sealed tightly with foil. "Needs a little bit of space in your fridge. The rest of it can wait until we're ready to start. And until after you've made introductions..."
That last was very much aimed at the young bird who was watching him so intently, his smile widening as he cocked his head to mimic Nightmare. "You are beautiful, little one. Does he fly? I didn't know you had a bird?"
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"I'll take it back to the room in a moment then. And the fridge should have plenty of room." He did buy food, but not a lot. Jon never ate a lot, the basics. Eggs, deli meat, bread, some meal worms for Nightmare in there too, and a case a beer. Of course. The freezer and pantry had more, luckily.
The case in hand as he looked over, a faint rare smile in place as Jonathan whistled just after Jason complimented the bird who flew over to land on Jonathan's extended arm. Croaking back at Jason with a tipped head. "Jason, meet Nightmare. Nightmare, you be good for Jason, alright?" The bird mimicking Jon's voice saying hello. Pretty close to it.
Jon looked back to Jason as he offered his arm, Jason's way. The long sleeves and his medication kept him from having a panic attack over his beloved pet. "Thank you, he is quite handsome, and he knows it. He can fly, but I do not trust taking him out quite yet. I have only had him a year or so. I found him when he was a chick, the shelter wanted to put him down, so I kept him." Jason found something Jon could ramble about besides books.
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He wanted to kiss it, but sometimes Jon got weird about touch before their sessions started and he didn't want to spook the man away from their weekend before it got a chance to begin. So he grazed his knuckles over freshly shaved skin, his smile warm and welcome before he pulled away to finally find a place to put the 8x8 pan.
"Well, he's very handsome and I can tell he's well loved. Hopefully he doesn't hate me too much after I've spent the night hurting his daddy." He let a little bit of heat drip into that last word, nothing that could be directly called out, but enough to test the waters a little. He rarely ever had the desire to use that word in the bedroom on a personal level, but he did occasionally use it for clients who specifically requested it.
And, maybe, he knew exactly how hot that word would sound in that honey smoked accent.
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His face was freshly shaven, the aftershave still smelling potent, and his skin smoother than normal. The professor usually came to Pandora's at night when he didn't care to touch up his shave when he'd have to do it again in the morning.
"Yes, well, someone had to. He was too young to die just because some teenagers were assholes." Chuckling as he moved to put Nightmare down on the couch, where the bird happily went back to his cat toys. As he did, he heard what Jason said, still a little leaned over, looking back wide eyes. Give him a second.
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Knew and appreciated. Maybe even kind of really liked.
Dish stored away for later, he gave the man all the time he needed to process. They had time, he had no reason to rush this. He had no idea if Jon was going to let him stay or if he was going to have to walk home after he'd made sure the older man was tucked safely into bed, but even if he had to walk, he wasn't going to rush this. It had been far too long since they'd played, rushing it would be an insult.
From the top portion of the wheeled back, he brought out a familiar drop cloth, setting it aside so that he could pull Jon's book out from where it was sandwiched between the heavy canvas cloth and the hard plastic of his sharps kit. The sketchbook had been bought nearly a year ago and it was mostly full of the designs that Jason would think of before their sessions. It held most of the last years worth of session designs, as well as a couple that Jason hadn't shown Jon yet for fear they'd be a little too much just yet. But tonight's was one he was comfortable with showing and he flipped open the book before holding it out towards his dearest Doc.
"Do you want to see? Or would you rather be surprised?"
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Finally moving as he leaned on the arm of the couch watching Jason. It was interesting having someone in here besides himself. Or, the neighbors when they popped over. Jon had no plans at all to send Jason back out into the night, not unless he followed him to his car, and Jason didn't bring his car. Though Jonathan had never shared a bed with someone through the night, that was his plan.
One-night stands he dipped before the other could even fall asleep. When he was young, Granny would just let him cry as a child until he gave up on comfort. As an adult, he didn't always know how to accept it. Jon was watching as Jason took out the book of fun, a crooked smile crossing over his features. It always promised a good time. "Let me wait to see it. I trust you, as you know. Though, we may want to do this back there. The bedroom is hardwood floors, unlike out here. And Nightmare might not try to get in the way."
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Smiling, Jason flipped the book shut with a satisfying 'thud', setting it aside before he smoothly rocked up from his knees to his feet. It was a motion that was well practiced and that Jon had seen a million times before, but it was still something that let Jason's body flex in a way that felt very appealing. It was something that was for him more than his clients, but he enjoyed it when his clients also appreciated the play of his muscles under his clothes.
"Oh, don't worry. I have no intention of starting out here. Unless you count me asking how you're feeling about touch right now 'starting'. Which I don't. I just want to kiss you. Feel your skin a little. See how warmed up your engine is before getting into discussions about how you feel about the conversation we had earlier.
And, obviously, I want to know if that handsome mister behind you will let me pet him before he potentially decides that I'm a devil and that I must die for the sounds that I can get out of you...."
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Those blue eyes watched the move he had seen so many times. Before Jason became his dom, he had always thought muscles did nothing for him. Watching Jason move over the years proved that very wrong. Biting his lip as he often did upon seeing the move.
"Uhh." A silent moment before he nodded. "It is alright. Thank you for asking." It gave him the time to mentally prepare himself, to remind himself Jason only hurts him when he asks for it, and he was more than looking forward to that pain tonight. "Might need a little warmed up, but that can wait."
Shifting his hand back without moving, he snapped one of those spidery fingers before straightening his fingers again. Nightmare croaking again, as he hopped up on Jon's hand to be lifted back into his owner's grasp. Holding Nightmare towards Jason then.
"Put your hand out and whistle. He will come to you if he wants affection. If he does, then you may bribe him all you want, but I assure you. He won't mind." Jon's always had nightmares, his pet was used to the sound of Jon making painful noises at night, sometimes waking with a scream.
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He knew what it was like to be pushed like that. To be pushed past the comfort zone into something that could be considered forced. He'd never do that to any of his clients. Hell, even the ones who enjoyed CNC play he made a point to check in with them before to get an idea of their baseline before moving into the scene itself. Even if he was the 'victim' in the scene, he needed to know the baseline and go over the rules.
So when Jon finally nodded and gave him permission, Jason smiled but didn't move forward right away. He could touch...but he could also see that Jon needed a few minutes to get used to the idea that he could be touched. And when that black bird was offered? Well, who was he to deny such a handsome creature.
Holding out his arm like how he'd seen Jon do it, he gave a low, soft whistle. An ask, not a demand. It probably wasn't the best for training purposes, but he wasn't about to force the bird any more than he was going to force the bird's daddy.
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From Memes
Jon has some doubts about his work