Jason knew nothing about the Keeny's. All he knew was the tall, impossibly skinny Doc who'd begrudgingly allowed him to prove that he could hurt him in just the right way. He knew the tension in boney shoulders, the weight of the world pressing down over that narrow frame. He knew sarcasm and a dry sense of humor wrapped around painfully sharp wit. He knew pain in beautiful blue eyes that had nothing to do with the ropes or needles or slaps or cuts that Jason had given.
And, over the years, he'd learned that low, gravelly chuckle and deceptively strong fingers against his hips. He'd learned what that haunted face looked like free of stress and tension and the ghosts that he knew better than to ask about.
He didn't know the Keeny's, but he knew his Doc...and that was the important part.
The last of the ropes slipped free from the carefully crafted knots and Jason chuckled as he let himself toss the hank down next to his gear to be dealt with later. The drop cloth rustled as he climbed up onto the bed, trailing kisses and fingertips along Jon's body until he could lay out next to the older man, belly up and smiling as he idly curled his fingers in thick curls.
"Well, you got me. Now what are you going to do with me?"
Jason didn't need to know the Keeny's, hell if Jon had his way, his dom would never know about his family or where he came from. People always looked at him differently when they knew.
Jason was allowed to see the sides he hides from others, the pain in his eyes, what he can look like relaxed and even happy as he reads loud to Jason after their sessions. The years working together had made him someone to trust and open up too. He knew who Jonathan Crane really was, and that was all that mattered, just as Jon knew Jason was a softer person than he liked to show. Caring, supportive and someone who deserved more than life had given him.
As soon as the drop cloth rustled, and the kisses were trailed, a tired arm lifted and wrapped around Jason to haul him closer. Burying his face into Jason's neck. That pleasant rumble escaping as he felt Jason's fingers in his thick curly hair.
"Gonna hold you a few minutes, then we're gonna do whatever your heart desires. So start thinking on that, Jay." He muttered in that thick tired accent as he trailed soft kisses against the other's neck.
He chuckled softly as he was almost immediately caught in those lanky arms, the older man making a home for himself against the broad expanse of his chest. He wrapped his own loosely around Jon's waist, trailing his fingers along over sensitive skin as he sank down into the comfort of Jon's mattress. It struck him after a moment that they were cuddling, a new thing for them that had so casually happened that neither of them had really noticed. At least, he assumed Jon hadn't noticed.
He would have expected the man to pull away if he had. Pull away and maybe mumble a quiet apology, like laying in each other's arms was a line he couldn't cross without feeling like he was in the wrong. It made Jason smile to be allowed to press small, light kisses against the soft skin of his submissive's temple.
He didn't answer, didn't spoil the moment with words or suggestions. He simply allowed them both to exist in the moment, warm and content and wonderfully sated against the world outside that little bedroom. It was early to think about sleep, but the scene had been taxing and long and Jon was pleasantly exhausted in his arms. If sleep came, then so be it.
Who was he to turn away the chance to hold this tragically beautiful man all night?
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And, over the years, he'd learned that low, gravelly chuckle and deceptively strong fingers against his hips. He'd learned what that haunted face looked like free of stress and tension and the ghosts that he knew better than to ask about.
He didn't know the Keeny's, but he knew his Doc...and that was the important part.
The last of the ropes slipped free from the carefully crafted knots and Jason chuckled as he let himself toss the hank down next to his gear to be dealt with later. The drop cloth rustled as he climbed up onto the bed, trailing kisses and fingertips along Jon's body until he could lay out next to the older man, belly up and smiling as he idly curled his fingers in thick curls.
"Well, you got me. Now what are you going to do with me?"
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Jason was allowed to see the sides he hides from others, the pain in his eyes, what he can look like relaxed and even happy as he reads loud to Jason after their sessions. The years working together had made him someone to trust and open up too. He knew who Jonathan Crane really was, and that was all that mattered, just as Jon knew Jason was a softer person than he liked to show. Caring, supportive and someone who deserved more than life had given him.
As soon as the drop cloth rustled, and the kisses were trailed, a tired arm lifted and wrapped around Jason to haul him closer. Burying his face into Jason's neck. That pleasant rumble escaping as he felt Jason's fingers in his thick curly hair.
"Gonna hold you a few minutes, then we're gonna do whatever your heart desires. So start thinking on that, Jay." He muttered in that thick tired accent as he trailed soft kisses against the other's neck.
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He would have expected the man to pull away if he had. Pull away and maybe mumble a quiet apology, like laying in each other's arms was a line he couldn't cross without feeling like he was in the wrong. It made Jason smile to be allowed to press small, light kisses against the soft skin of his submissive's temple.
He didn't answer, didn't spoil the moment with words or suggestions. He simply allowed them both to exist in the moment, warm and content and wonderfully sated against the world outside that little bedroom. It was early to think about sleep, but the scene had been taxing and long and Jon was pleasantly exhausted in his arms. If sleep came, then so be it.
Who was he to turn away the chance to hold this tragically beautiful man all night?