Disclaimer: This fanwork is based on characters and situations created and owned by Kazuya Minekura. No copyright infringement is intended or implied; no profit made.

Jason, Paul had long realised, was incapable of just walking into a room – no, he had to make an entrance every single time. It was partly due to his looks, which had everyone fluttering around him within five seconds of his appearance, but mostly to his flair for drama and impeccable timing. Which was possibly why he was brandishing the brown paper bag with food in it as if it were some prize won at the end of a difficult quest.

That said, Paul had to admit that finding good takeout in the rather disreputable area of town in which they'd set up shop in this time was something of an accomplishment. Also, delivery boys rarely agreed to turn up at abandoned warehouse offices with pizza, and Paul had less than no doubt that their set-up would look terribly incriminating if they did. The office, Paul's rather good clothes (relative to his surroundings), the blond tied up across from the door…

"Who's hungry?" Jason asked cheerfully, grinning at Paul before turning to bestow an equally brilliant smile on their captive, who was currently sitting in a sullen pile on the other end of the room from the door. "Bet you are, huh?" He put the bag on the couch and popped the top open, pulling out the staples that held it closed.

The boy, Terry, hadn't been very good company for the past forty minutes while Jason had been off hunting for food, or for the two hours before that, or for the while he'd been knocked out on the couch while they'd made the necessary calls to his parents, for that matter. Granted, his lack of communicativeness had probably been because he'd been gagged and neatly trussed for most of that time, and asleep most of the rest. Kidnapping did not make for loquacious victims, Paul had discovered. It disappointed him a little, but it was hardly unexpected.

Still, they hadn't picked him up from the nightclub for his conversational skills, so he supposed that was fine.

Paul smirked at his back as Jason turned to put the bag on the couch, sliding his feet off the desk he'd propped them on while he read. He closed the book, setting it carefully down, away from the thin layer of dust that seemed to cover just about everything in the place. "Well, you took your time getting back. What have you got?"

Jason shot him a Look. "You can go get it next time, then." He started pulling cartons out of the bag, explaining, "Pasta. It was about the only thing I could think of that won't mean untying him."He frowned at the cartons for a moment before picking one out, sliding it over to Paul and tossing one of the sets of utensils on top of it. "Primavera for you, you meat-hating freak."

Paul smirked; that argument was an old one. He nodded approvingly at the smell rising from the carton as he opened it. "You'll be feeding him, then," he said cheerfully. Ah, revenge was sweet.

"Colour me shocked," Jason replied dryly.

Paul snorted. "Not that a little rich boy like him would be grateful for it." He dug into the pasta with relish, ignoring the glare Terry gave him as he stood up, crossing the room to the couch, carton in hand. It really was quite good – Jason had an uncanny knack of singling out good food no matter how seedy the restaurants looked, and anything in this neighbourhood was bound to be seedy.

Jason grabbed the other two cartons and accompanying utensils and moved over to Terry, folding himself down to the floor in a single smooth motion that left him cross-legged beside Terry and facing the couch. He shook his head as he opened the cartons, pulling out the forks. Reached up to pull the gag from Terry's mouth, pushing it down over his chin to rest around his neck "All right, your majesty. Grub time."

The boy actually growled as Jason pulled the gag from his mouth. "What do you two think you're going to get out of doing this?"

Paul blinked slowly at him. "Money, of course. And a few of your teeth, if you insist on speaking." He'd insisted a lot, earlier; screamed his head off through the gag once the pill they'd slipped into his drink had worn off, and if Jason hadn't known to expect it, he'd have wriggled free of the ropes tying his hands behind him twice now. Paul was sure the bruise on the boy's ribs was probably an interesting colour by now.

Jason smirked just a little, raising his eyebrow at him before turning his attention back to Terry. He speared a couple of the penne in Terry's carton and held them up to his mouth. "Open wide," he said encouragingly.

He opened up grudgingly, having apparently decided that discretion was the better part of not starving. He did shoot Paul a rebellious glance, but chose – wisely, Paul thought – to stay quiet for the moment.

Jason beamed at him as he shoved the fork into Terry's mouth. "Good boy," he said, partly encouraging, but mostly to rub his age in his face. From Terry's expression, the pasta was less than delicious, but he chewed obediently. Jason pulled the fork back out and put the carton down, picking up his own, instead; Paul watched, amused, as he closed his eyes at the first bite before nodding and making a little sound of approval. It was a habit of his, one Paul was fairly sure he didn't know he had. But then, that was more or less the intensity with which Jason approached everything in life.

"Holy fuck, I'm starving." He jerked his chin at Paul as he swallowed. "Hey, I forgot the drinks in the bag. Wanna toss 'em over?"

Paul heaved a long-suffering sigh as he opened the bag again. A couple of beers grinned up at him, and he made a disapproving sound. "Jason...beer? Really?"

Jason frowned at him, nodding a little. "Hell, yeah. If I gotta baby-sit, I want compensation." Terry gave him another glare for that, which he ignored as blithely as Paul had, taking another bite. He spoke around it, his voice indistinct. "I got him some soda." He gave Paul a quick smile. "Don't forget the straw."

Paul sighed, rolling his eyes as he passed Jason the soda, pointedly handing him the straw. "Compensation, was it? And here I thought we were getting some - of the non-alcoholic kind." He quirked an eyebrow, slightly amused. "Unless you're dissatisfied with your terms of employment, that is."

Jason put the food down to grab it, putting the straw in the can. He snorted, a surprisingly eloquent sound. "Yeah, that's for all the other shit. The beer's 'cause I knew you were gonna make me to all the grunt work. Now pass it over."

Paul passed it to him obediently, a tiny smirk playing around his lips. "Oh, so I presume both cans in there are for you, since you seem to have decided I'm slacking off here."

Jason took a deep draught, sighing contentedly. He leveled a skeptical gaze on Paul. "Who's sitting on the floor, spoon-feeding the prince? Just sayin'." He stabbed a few more pieces of Terry's onto the fork, offering it to him, nodding in approval as he ate immediately.

Paul chuckled, shaking his head wryly. "You do have a point." He tilted his head, studying Jason. "In that case, I demand the same for having come up with this plan in the first place." Well, it hadn't exactly been him, but he'd still worked out all the logistics and arranged for it to happen.

Jason sighed theatrically, rolling his eyes. "Fine, if you must... He gave him an impish grin before turning back to Terry. "You want a drink?"

Terry swallowed his mouthful of penne before gritting, "Yes. ....please," he added, in a tone that was rather more reminiscent of 'you asshole'. His brow furrowed as he looked at Jason, clearly puzzled by the sudden consideration.

Jason nodded, holding the can of soda up so the straw sat near Terry's mouth. He raised an eyebrow at him. "...what?" Terry shook his head mutely, bending his head to take a large gulp of the soda. He didn't make a face at it, so Paul assumed it was marginally more to his taste than the pasta had been.

"You didn't have to get him anything," Paul pointed out. "I'm sure he won't miss a meal or two, skinny though he is."

Jason gave him a sidelong glance, waiting until Terry had let go of the straw to put the can down. "Yeah, well. Don't have to be a total asshole about it. I figure he'll hate whatever we feed him, so that's torture enough." He dug into his own pasta again, taking a couple of large and hasty bites.

Paul snorted, leaning back on the couch as he ate his own. It had been a while since their last meal, mostly because they'd been occupied with picking up the brat at exactly the right time. The window of opportunity at the club had been narrow, and if Terry hadn't been occupied in ogling Jason as shamelessly as he had been, they couldn't have orchestrated his drugging. "Yes, he probably will. It's a shame how hard it is to get takeout caviar these days."

Jason burst out laughing, throwing his head back. Paul eyed the smooth line of his throat with outright avarice. "No shit. World's a freakin' mess, isn't it?"

Paul sighed mournfully, nodding. "A classic case of badly arranged priorities."

The boy had been glowering at them throughout this exchange. "You bastards..." he growled. Jason took a sip of beer and, taking advantage of Terry's open mouth, shoveled in a forkful of pasta. Terry spluttered, nearly choking on it; his glare rose several notches.

Paul smirked at him. "Ah, and there we have it. An excellent example of the terrors of opening your mouth at the wrong moment."

Jason returned the expression, except a little more evilly. "Mmhm. Makes people want to put things in it." He exchanged Terry's fork for his own and summarily inhaled a large portion in very short order. Really, the speed with which he could eat…

Paul quirked an eyebrow, his mind wandering on from watching him eat to simply ogling his mouth. Not that he could be blamed, really - it really was entirely too pretty.

"You know, he's not the only one in here who talks entirely too much at times." He set his empty carton aside, stretching his legs out with a pleased sigh.

Jason raised his eyebrows as he swallowed. "Huh. Excuses, excuses." He took a sip of his beer before going back to Terry's pasta, impaling the penne with relish before lifting it to Terry's mouth.

"Meaning?"

Jason nudged at Terry's lip with the tip of a piece of penne, making an approving sound when he opened his mouth grudgingly. He glanced over at Paul, amused. "Meaning, you're a pervert."

Paul smirked, steepling his fingers. "I'm incredibly curious to know how you arrived at that conclusion."

Jason snorted. "Right. You'll be wanting a demonstration, next. Drink?" he asked Terry, who nodded.

Paul beamed at him. "Why, you read my mind."

"Yeah, well. I'm feeding the brat, right now." He frowned a little, apparently considering that statement for a moment, then shook it off with a tiny shudder. Paul smirked. Young, blond and pretty was Jason's type, after all. Then again, anything pretty and interesting was his type when it came to a casual look; it was only when the moths that fluttered constantly around him tried to get closer than he wanted that they realised how picky he actually was.

He tapped his finger against his lips. "Should I be jealous?"

Jason grinned, and Paul knew he'd followed his line of thought precisely. He held up the can of soda with an eyebrow raised to Terry in question, not looking at him as he said innocently, "Depends on how much you like pasta." Terry leaned forward, drinking quickly before he sat back, nodding in acknowledgment.

"Oh, I was thinking grapes were more traditional," Paul said cheerfully. "Also, less likely to drip sauce on my chest." Oh, and the images that brought up - Jason sprawled over and feeding him and, well, sauce could always be licked up. Paul was all for meticulous hygiene when applied with tongue…

Jason snorted softly. "Yeah, best go find yourself some clueless virgin for that one." He looked at Terry, raising an eyebrow. "Listen, if you want more food, you'd best eat fast." He speared some more pasta for him, holding it up. "Trust me." Paul smirked; Jason had developed a fine sense of his moods over the past couple of years, and he had to know what this was doing to him.

Terry shook his head a little. "I'm full. I..." he looked up at Paul with a mixture of fascination and bemusement, obviously curious, but didn't speak. Ah, well. Small disappointments.

Paul purred, "As enjoyable as breaking in a clueless virgin can be, I'm not really in the mood for it right now." He flicked a quick glance at Terry, but if he'd noticed the slant of Paul's remark, he didn't mention it.

Jason set the fork down, trading it for his beer. "Mm." He gave Paul a Look as he took a leisurely draught of his drink. "I suppose you want me to ask you what you are in the mood for?"

Paul smirked. "Didn't you just?"

He sighed theatrically, but returned the smirk. "Don't want you thinking you're subtle, is all."

Paul snickered. "Why be subtle when you can be effective?"

That earned him a raised eyebrow. "I don't see any effect."

"You don't have to see it to feel it," Paul purred, before tilting his head, studying him. "Although you might have preferred a rather more coarse retort than that."

Jason shrugged before giving him a slow grin. "I'm not picky."

Paul chuckled softly, meeting Jason's gaze as he stretched lazily, flexing his feet, enjoying the slow curl of arousal low in his stomach at the idea of having Jason in front of their captive. "Come here, you," he purred.

Terry looked up at Paul, his eyes widening in surprise. Jason gave him a sly grin, murmuring "See?" as he unfolded himself from the floor in a fluid, precise motion that was precisely the opposite of the one he used to sit down. He sauntered over to the couch and looked down at Paul, suppressing a grin. Waiting for instructions, Paul thought, and the idea made him purr softly as he leaned against the arm of the couch, tilting his head back to look at Jason. He pushed his glasses up, unfazed by his looming over him, and gave him a slow, utterly evil grin as he raised the arm he'd been resting on the couch, crooking a finger at him. "Waiting for something?" he murmured, watching him avidly, enjoying the way he basked under the attention.

Jason smirked, sinking smoothly to his knees in front of Paul, sliding his hands slowly up his thighs to curve fingers tightly around his hips. Paul leaned forward, curling his hand tightly enough to hurt in Jason's hair, grinning at his low hiss of pain as he dragged him into a rough kiss, savouring his quiet moan as he sank into it completely, just on the edge of fighting for control of it. He shifted his other hand to cup the side of Jason's throat, breaking the kiss to murmur "Very good," against his mouth before biting down on his lower lip. Jason shivered at the praise, slipping his hands around to start working Paul's shirt buttons from the bottom.

Paul let his hand tighten further in Jason's hair, pulling his head back as he kissed him, demanding his compliance, a low growl building in his throat at the way he gave in immediately. Jason shuddered, hissing as Paul raked his nails down his throat to his chest, but leaning into it. He slipped the hand that wasn't working his buttons under Paul's shirt, making him arch against him. Jason cupped his hand around his side, digging his fingernails in hard in retaliation; Paul hissed at the sting, breaking the kiss. He gave Jason the slow predatory smile he knew made him melt every time, curling his fingers, digging his nails into his chest. Tugged his head to one side to bite at his throat, a low pleased purr escaping him as he gave the mark a slow lick, savouring his low groan at the pain.

Jason finished with the buttons as quickly as ever and slid both his palms up over Paul's abdomen and chest, pushing the shirt open. Leaning into the touch just a little, Paul hummed with the tiny shiver that ran through him as they curved around his licked a slow line up the side of his throat to whisper his name in his ear, feeling him shiver at the sound of it, spoken so intimately. Nipped at his earlobe, brushing his fingertips lightly over his collarbone and tracing the shell of his ear with his tongue as he breathed, "You're going to suck me."

Jason's breath caught hard at Paul's statement, hands tightening reflexively around him for a moment before he relaxed just a little, stroking his thumbs lightly over Paul's nipples. "Is that so?" he replied equally softly, his lips curling in a smirk Paul could feel on his skin.

Paul's hand gentled in his hair as Jason spoke; he brushed a kiss over the skin just below his ear almost tenderly. He could feel Jason tense a little against him, wary of the gentleness of his touch, and had to fight not to smile as he murmured, "Is that a challenge?"

Jason grinned at the question, leaning in a little to nip at his jaw. He shifted one hand to pinch Paul's nipple, making Paul hiss as he purred, "Mm, might just be."

Paul's eyes narrowed a little at his words; he snaked his hand up from his chest to wrap around Jason's throat, yanking his head back with the other, squeezing his throat lightly and savouring the gasp Jason gave him as he warned, barely audible, "That would be unwise." He pulled back a little, tilting his head as he studied him.

Jason watched him from beneath his lashes, completely still now, but Paul could feel the tension in him as he struggled to bring himself under control, tried and failed to keep from showing the pure carnal need that was radiating through him. Jason's lips parted slightly as he held his gaze, waiting, and it was all Paul could do not to lean in and kiss him hard.

Paul licked his lips slowly, making a thoughtful sound as he watched Jason like a hawk. "Mm, much better," he murmured. He let go of him abruptly, leaning back against the couch, letting his gaze rake over him. "Strip. Now."

Jason remained still a long moment, drinking in Paul's expression. He rocked back onto his feet and stood, and Paul had to consciously relax himself in order to not reveal how the look in Jason's eyes affected him. Jason raised one hand to his shirt, pushing his buttons slowly through their holes, a small smile playing over his lips as he kept his gaze steady on Paul, the sensuality in his smile making his breath catch. He bit his lip hard, forcing back his impulse to drag him back down and touch and take; there would be time for that yet.

Terry shifted a little, making a small uncomfortable sound; Jason looked at him out of the corner of his eyes, drawn by it, before looking back at Paul with a slightly wider grin. He shrugged deliberately out of his shirt, still absolutely silent, holding his arms back slightly and letting it slip easily to the floor, turning the smooth slide of the fabric down his arms into an indirect caress. He twisted to face Terry just a little, but his gaze remained fixed on Paul's as he drew his hands down to slip the button of his jeans, tugging at the waist to pull the zipper open. The sound was loud in the silence; Paul exhaled, almost a moan, his hand tightening on the arm of the couch as he fought to keep himself from moving.

Jason bit his lip a little to restrain a grin as he watched Paul watch him, unselfconscious under his scrutiny, even aroused by it. His ease within his skin was something Paul knew but didn't understand, and it never failed to fascinate him. He watched as a tiny shiver ran through Jason, making a small sound of satisfaction as he slipped his hands inside the waistband of his jeans, pulling them and his underwear easily down his legs in one clean move. He straightened, stepping out of them and kicking them aside before he went still, shoulders back a little, completely relaxed as he waited for Paul's instructions.

It was taking all his effort to hold still under Jason's gaze; he licked his lips quickly, raking his gaze over his body, which did nothing to calm the arousal raging through him; neither did the way Jason shifted a little, displaying himself with something that could have been arrogance, had there been anything more than self-awareness to it. He closed his eyes for a moment, gathering himself, before murmuring, "Kneel." The roughness of his own voice surprised him a little.

Jason bit his lip hard, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment as Paul's command sank in. His eyes slid over to Terry for a moment, and he gave him a slow grin, filled with banked lust; Paul chuckled a little at the blush that climbed Terry's cheeks. The intensity of the desire in Jason's eyes only increased as he turned back to Paul, sinking slowly to his knees. Paul growled softly as he leaned in again, winding his hand into his hair almost gently, stroking his other hand down his chest. Jason leaned into his touch, arching slightly towards his fingers. "Yes, that's perfect," Paul murmured.

Sliding his palms up Paul's thighs again, Jason gave him a tiny smile as he reached for the button on his pants, popping it open. Paul petted his hair gently, biting his lip not to press against his hand as he undid his pants slowly. Jason leaned in catch his lip between his teeth, giving him a sharp nip, and Paul hissed, pulling him into a brief, rough kiss. He broke away after a moment, licking at Jason's lip. "Suck me, Jason."

Jason grinned, slipping his hands up to his shoulders. "My pleasure," he murmured, and pushed him back against the couch. Paul let himself fall easily, adjusting his glasses out of habit as Jason tugged his pants open, slipping one hand inside to curl around Paul's cock and pull it free, moaning softly as he stroked him.

He looked up at Paul, giving him a tiny, knowing smile, licking his lips, and Paul honestly couldn't say which of those tipped him over the edge; he dropped his hands to the couch, digging his fingers into the fabric to stop himself from reaching for him. "Do it," he growled at Jason, and had the pleasure of watching him shudder with need. He leaned in to lick at Paul's nipple, kissing and nipping a slow line down to his erection, making Paul arch against that talented mouth. He gave him a slow, sultry look before he licked up his length, holding Paul's gaze as he slid his lips over the head, sucking gently.

Paul cried out helplessly, his eyes closing against his will, curling one hand tightly in Jason's hair, anchoring himself with the feel of his thick, soft locks. Terry made a soft choked sound, and Paul turned his head to see the boy watching them, fascinated, biting his lip as he shifted in a way Paul recognised, clearly more aroused than he wanted to admit to being.

Jason moaned softly around his cock, clearly affected by Terry's whimper; Paul's breath caught hard as he forced his eyes open, watching Jason intently as he fell into a slow rhythm, before the pleasure of it took over. He tilted his head back against the couch, breathing Jason's name, sighing with satisfaction as he felt his hand stroke his chest, curl gently around his neck. Jason kept his movements slow, shifting a little against him as he settled into sucking him; Paul made a breathless sound of protest, knowing from experience that this was a tactic he used to drive his need higher, knowing how deeply Jason was gratified by it. He cupped his hand around the back of Jason's head, groaning softly in encouragement, unable to stop himself squirming a little against him.

A sideways look at Terry showed the boy was watching them, and that definitely wasn't anger in his eyes as he did; he smirked and stroked Jason's cheek slowly, shifting a little to ensure Terry had a good view of them, the element of reluctant voyeurism/exhibitionism and the role arousing him even further. Jason hummed and let his cock slip from his mouth, leaning up to nip at his chest, his hand still stroking him steadily, ignoring Paul's growl of protest. Paul hissed as Jason pulled him in for a kiss, feeling his pent-up need in every quiver and movement of his body; he returned it for a moment before he pulled Jason's hair hard, breaking away to nip sharply at his jaw. "Jason," he growled softly, a warning, scratching down his chest with his other hand, feeling him shiver with need against him, pleased by his responsiveness.

Jason exhaled shakily, moving back down again in compliance. He glanced over at Terry briefly before turning back to take Paul's cock into his mouth again, a deep appreciative groan rising in his throat. Paul shifted his hand in Jason's hair, adjusting himself to provide the kid with an unimpeded view; he bestowed a truly evil grin on Jason before he closed his eyes again, fighting not to thrust into his mouth. The flaunting of his power implicit in this act was thrilling, and Jason's agreement, the way he sought out ways for Paul to exhibit that control over him, was doubly so. Even without the audience, Jason in this mood made him go weak in the knees – with one, he was dangerous.

Jason settled into the deliberate, controlled rhythm he'd set before, humming deep in his throat - and that, Paul thought muzzily through the rising pleasure - that was the other side of the coin: his own helplessness in the face of this sensuality, the sheer physical power Jason wielded through the very game designed to strip it all from him. He curled his hand tight enough to sting Jason's scalp, dropping the other to the seat of the couch, a rough shudder running through him. "Like giving him a show, do you?" he whispered.

He flicked his tongue out to lick at the head of Paul's cock, looking up and grinning impishly at the groan it tugged from him. "As much as you do," he agreed, stroking Paul's erection slowly, grin widening at his rather more feral-looking response. "Almost as much as he likes watching it." He descended on Paul again immediately, taking him in deep as he settled into a quick, enthusiastic rhythm.

"Oh, yes," Paul sighed, turning his head to look at Terry, amused by the way he was deliberately looking away, the blush rising in his throat. He murmured Jason's name roughly as he curled the back of his hand around his neck; Jason moaned in reply, his eyes sliding closed as he sank into his task. Adjusting his knees and lifting himself slightly, Jason tugged at Paul's hips, wanting more. Paul rocked slowly into his mouth, savouring the wet heat of it, that tongue, his breath catching hard at the almost blissful expression on Jason's face. He closed his eyes, smiling a little as he felt the weight of Terry's gaze on him, soft moans falling from him as Jason sucked him. He looked over at Terry again, catching his eye before he purred, "He has a lovely mouth, doesn't he?" letting his voice turn the question into something filthy, tugging Terry in with the acknowledgment. He licked his lips, tightening his hand in Jason's hair as he made a small helpless sound around Paul's cock.

Terry's body jerked, something between a shudder and a flinch, as Paul called him out on his desire, his eyes turning to Jason's mouth almost involuntarily. He sucked in a shaky breath, but stopped short of speaking – all that emerged was a tiny whimper.

"Doesn't he?" Paul pressed, letting his voice drop, turning his words from question to command, the steely edge of threat lurking behind it. He inhaled sharply, thrusting lightly between Jason's lips, head falling back again at his deep growl of appreciation. God, he was close, and Jason's mouth, his hands…

"Yes," Terry breathed, and there was a world of hesitation and confusion and shy desire in his voice, in the way he looked away immediately, the knowledge that he'd betrayed himself in words and tone sending a shudder through all three of them.

Paul moaned helplessly, feeling that groan as much as he heard it, his eyes squeezing shut as he fucked Jason's mouth, whimpering as he felt him shiver under his hands. "Good to know he pleases you," he murmured. Jason groaned deeply, tightening his grip, all but stilling his own movements to encourage Paul's. Small sounds of pleasure escaped him at the nails digging into his neck a little, whimpering as Paul whispered his name.

He looked sidelong at Terry; satisfied that he was watching them, Paul let his eyes fall closed, leaning his head against the back of the couch. Jason moaned around his cock, and something about the pure pleasure in it tightened his body, pushing him over the edge. Paul cried out, his nails biting in hard enough to break the skin of Jason's neck, arching against him as he came, rocking into and filling that gorgeous mouth. His head pushed back into the couch as he shuddered beneath Jason, letting himself drown in the sensations of the moment.

Terry whimpered softly and Jason made a slightly deeper version of the same sound, moving again, drawing out Paul's climax with slower, gentler motions. Paul gasped for breath, moaning softly as Jason's mouth slowed down and his grip relaxed, shifting to a gentle stroking of Paul's hip. He pulled his nails away from his neck, stroking it slowly as the intensity of his orgasm ebbed at last, his eyes still tightly closed as he shivered. Jason hummed quietly, pulling slowly back until Paul's cock slid gently from his mouth, making him moan a little at the loss. He leaned forward to kiss and nip his way up over Paul's stomach and chest; Paul slid his hands into his hair, pulling him up to kiss him hard. Jason returned it equally, arching against him, nipping sharply at his lip when it finally broke, grinning. "Had fun?" Paul asked, sliding one hand down his back to squeeze his ass lightly.

Jason nodded a little. "Mm. Not as much as you did, I'm sure." He chuckled, tilting his head toward Terry, who was still watching them while manfully attempting to pretend that he didn't notice them noticing him watching them. "Though still more than him, I'd bet."

Paul chuckled at his reply, licking his lower lip slowly. "Oh, good." He nipped at his lip as he slid his hand slowly down Jason's body, pulling back a little, both to look at him and to ensure Terry could. Jason leaned back a bit until he was upright again, holding his gaze steady on him, ever the exhibitionist. He gave him a small, incredibly wicked smirk that made Paul purr, resting his hands on his knees as he waited.

Paul drew his hand up his back again to stroke his cheek, brushing his thumb across his lip. "Tell me what you want, Jason," he murmured, humming with satisfaction as Jason nipped at his thumb, sliding it just a little into his mouth.

If anything, his smirk only widened. "I want your hands on me, Paul," he purred, reaching up to take hold of his wrist, guiding his hand down to his cock. "I want you to make me come." Paul give him a slow smile, stroking him slowly, turning his gaze to Terry as he nipped at Jason's jaw.

Terry whimpered miserably, squirming a little to ease the pain of his embarrassment and the discomfort of his arousal as they both turned to look at him, blushing furiously now. Paul hummed quietly in satisfaction as he took in everything – the way he curled in on himself, those wide pale eyes fixed on Jason, sweat darkening the hair on his temples, flushed with arousal and filled with mortification. It was a delicious sight, and he regretted not having paid more attention to it earlier, but in his defense, Jason's mouth was a weapon of distraction that went right past unbelievable and verged on illegal.

Jason hissed quietly, bringing his hand up to tangle in his hair as he let his head fall forward, leaning in closer to him as Paul stroked him, his breathing quickening; Paul bit down on his throat, making a low sound of pleasure as Jason's hand tightened instinctively. Terry made a tiny sound of protest as the angle of Jason's body blocked his view, tilting his head a little to get it back.

Paul smirked when he heard it, pulling back from Jason's throat, although he continued to jerk him off. "I think you've been remiss in your exhibitionism, Jason," he murmured, blithely ignoring the world of disbelief in Jason's snort as he assigned him all the blame. "He clearly wants a better view than he has." Terry started in surprise and then gave him a rather impressive scowl, setting his jaw resolutely against an answer. Paul raised an eyebrow at him, his face absolutely solemn as he continued. "Am I right?"

Jason smirked a little and tugged impatiently at his hair, licking at his mouth, a little smirk sneaking across his face as he turned a bit to look at Terry. Paul sped up his strokes, licking and nibbling at Jason's lips, amused by the glare he could feel Terry directing at him. He pulled Jason's hair back, forcing him to arch a little as he purred, "Maybe you should give him a better show, then." He nipped sharply at his lip, smirking.

Jason grinned, but the expression slid off his face as Paul moved faster on his cock; he gasped a little, his gaze locked solidly on Paul's, letting him see every response, every bit of pleasure in him. He quirked an eyebrow. "I'm all for that, but..."

Paul kissed him lightly, nodding in agreement. He shifted his leg closer to the couch, letting go of Jason's hair reluctantly. Jason gave him a grin, leaning in for a deep kiss as he swiveled slowly on his knees, careful not to break the contact between them. He arched back a little to nip at Paul's jaw, sliding his arm loosely around his neck as he tilted his head; Paul followed his gaze to Terry as Jason murmured, "Better?"

Terry blushed, glaring daggers at him. Jason moaned quietly, the sound ending in a soft gasp as Paul moved his hand faster. "I think he wants to watch you come, Jason," he whispered in his ear. Terry's lips parted; he licked them quickly, his eyes widening, fixed greedily on Jason.

Jason smirked, a half-hearted effort, since he was rather distracted by Paul's attentions at the moment, turning his head to nip sharply at his throat, sliding his arm a little higher around his neck, making an approving sound as Paul tilted his head to give him better access. He hummed thoughtfully as he turned away a little to look at Terry, and Paul could see him struggle to focus his gaze on him as his body tensed and shivered against his. "Now, Paul, don't go making assumptions."

Paul chuckled at his comment, flicking a brief glance at Terry before he murmured, "I'm not assuming his erection."

He pulled Jason's head back as he dipped his own, kissing him hard, demanding surrender and growling with pleasure and bone-deep satisfaction when he received it after a moment of struggle. Jason moaned into the kiss, his fingers tangling in Paul's hair, twisting and gripping it tightly as he writhed against him, into his hand, under his mouth. His body tightened and he whimpered helplessly into his mouth, pulling Paul closer, tighter as he came. Paul pressed close, all his senses caught up in the intensity of his orgasm – the way his body writhed, the sound of his whimpers, the feel of his come on Paul's hand.

Jason shuddered against him as Paul stroked him through his climax, his body taut, his moans growing softer as he rocked slowly against Paul's hand, relaxing his grip on him a little as he struggled to catch his breath. He leaned close, almost melting against him, and oh, that was as sweet a sensation as ever; Paul tightened his hold on him, sliding his hand down from his hair to his neck, burying his face in his hair and breathing in his scent. He was vaguely aware of Terry's tiny whimpers as he watched them, part of him incredibly amused by the knowledge of just how badly the poor boy must be suffering, and how helpless he was to do anything about it.

He whispered Jason's name, too quietly for even Terry to hear, and was rewarded by a light brush of his fingers against his neck, drawing a low purr from him. Jason turned his head, seeking his mouth, and he met it in a slow kiss, humming quietly in contentment. After a long moment, he pulled away from Jason completely, looking over at Terry and smiling a little, oddly charmed by his flushed cheeks and angry scowl.

Jason made a soft sound of disappointment as Paul released him, leaning close for a moment before he gathered himself enough to look at Terry as well. He chuckled warmly, amused. "Enjoy yourself, brat?" he asked lazily, taking a deep, contented breath, exhaling slowly as he gave him a satisfied smile.

The boy shot him a quick, rather respectably fierce glare before he looked away again. "Shut up," he snapped.

Paul shook his head wryly, laughing a little at Terry's reply. He leaned in to nuzzle Jason's cheek, caught up – as always – in how Jason looked after his orgasm, the lazy, relaxed strength of his limbs, the sensuality of his smile. He ran a hand slowly through Jason's hair as he leaned back on the couch, smiling at the way Jason pouted when he pulled away. "Oh, don't tease the poor boy," he said comfortably.

Jason snorted quietly. "You're such a jerk." It didn't seem to dim his grin at all, though, and it wasn't doing much to thwart the warm glow of contentment that insisted on wrapping itself around Paul after sex these days, either.

Jason turned his gaze back to Terry, assessing him as he leaned over to pick up his pants from the floor. "You all right?"

"What do you care?" Terry asked petulantly.

Jason sighed heavily as he unfolded himself from the floor, stepping into his pants, hopping a little as he slid them up over his hips. He stepped lightly over to Terry, crouching down beside him. "Skip it then, hm?" he said flatly, plucking the gag up from around his neck and shoving it back into his mouth.

Paul leaned back against the couch, grabbing one of the napkins from the carton of pasta he'd left half-eaten earlier, using it to clean his hand. Terry's reply was disappointing, but only to be expected under the circumstances. "It might be wiser to know who your allies here are, boy," he said quietly, before raising an eyebrow. "I know I'm not one of them."

(To be continued)