SLASH! (Jason/Sonny)
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: General Hospital is not mine.
Prompt: From slashthedrabble: Texts From Last Night - "You leave a trail of fuck wherever you go."
Jason's not blind or stupid. He knows Sonny.
He's heard Carly and Sam call him 'Mr. Dimples', 'Mr. Charming when he wants to be'.
Both women say it's irritating but both had fallen into his bed. They weren't the only ones. There's over dozen more. They let Sonny smile at them, fuck them, leave traces of himself buried deep inside them. He never really leaves. Jason moves in Sam and can imagine he's touching a bit of Sonny with every thrust.
That's Sonny. He leaves trails of fuck wherever he goes. It makes Jason unaccountably angry, frustrated. He tries to work out why it bothers him. He sits in his chair with a small frown and thinks about Sonny.
Of course, that's when Sonny arrives. He takes a look at Jason's face and asks, "What are you thinking about, Jason?"
"You," Jason said. He leans forward in his chair because the easiest way to figure it out would be to just ask Sonny. So, he does.
Sonny pauses for a second afterward, tries to work out what Jason's asking him. Then, he laughs softly. "It's been a long time since you asked questions like this. You know, things people don't…don't just ask."
Jason nods because he learned about those questions, realized it wasn't okay to just ask people stuff. But it's Sonny so he waits for an answer.
They sit in silence for a minute after that. Sonny studies him in that way Sonny does and Jason stares back in that way he knows he does too. Then, Sonny pulls him forward until Jason is half-standing with his face only centimeters from Sonny's. He's not sure what it means but Sonny's eyes are patient. So, Jason takes a few seconds before he moves his face closer, presses his lips to Sonny's.
Sonny moves along with him. He opens his mouth when Jason slips his tongues across his lips. He lies back on the sofa when Jason softly pushes on his chest. He tilts his head and runs a hand down Jason's back when Jason moves from his mouth to his neck.
Sonny's skin tastes salty and rich. Jason can smell the faint scent of his cologne. Sonny's favorite. Jason carefully undoes his buttons because it's Sonny's favorite shirt too. Jason's hand slides down the skin, traces the scars. Bullets, knives, one nearly invisible reminder of Deke a drunken Sonny described to him years ago. Jason can map it all out without looking.
It's then that he finally gets it. All these things he knows about Sonny that most of those women don't even know but Sonny wants them. Sonny kisses and touches and marks them as his when Jason's been his all along.
Jason pulls away. "I understand now."
Before he can get up, Sonny slips a hand onto the back of his neck, threads his fingers in the hair just above his neckline. "So do I."
And they waited this long. So, maybe they're both kinda blind and stupid.