Dinner Date
Axton sits there, unable to get off his knees. He feels dead inside.
What had this horrible place turned him into. A ghost of himself. A confused soul broken beyond any form of repair.
Jack is gone now.
The door hangs open from his leaving.
Axton could run.
But he doesn't.
He just sits there. Dead.
In a haze from the events that just took place.
He doesn't feel anger, or fear, or...anything.
He's just...void of all emotion.
An empty glass cracked and shattered, he can hold no more.
A Hyperion worker comes to fetch him.
He's fixed with a lead again, and Axton struggles to his feet.
More walking. More leading. More following.
They ride an elevator for what seems like an eternity.
Axton leans hard against the wall, trying to keep himself standing. He's still very weak. His body now feeling all the aftermath of his actions. His muscles hurt and he aches all over. His stomach is twisting with hunger, and his mouth feels incredibly dry. He's beginning to remember how broken he really is. The horrors of torture are catching up with him. He feels a little lightheaded.
The ding of the elevator nearly makes him jump out of his skin.
The Hyperion worker doesn't seem to notice nor care.
This floor is different.
The walls are no longer white, they are a warm green coloration. Wooden floors shimmer with fresh wax as does the wooden molding. Every once and a while there was a small table, decorated with a vase, sometimes a book.
This wasn't very Hyperion at all.
It felt...almost inviting.
The Hyperion worker pulled a set of keys from his belt and stopped at a heavy looking oak door with a small window in it. He popped the lock and pushed the door open.
Axton cautiously followed the worker inside, half fearful it was a trap.
The room was not as glorious as the hallway. This room was much colder. It had those same green walls, but it was much darker. A weak bulb hanging from the ceiling was the only sort of lighting. There was a meager cot butted against the back wall but that was the only type of furniture or dressing to the room. It was small, barely able to be considered a room.
There was a small door on the back wall containing what Axton could only guess was some kind of bathroom.
The Hyperion worker undid Axton's cuffs quickly and before Axton could even ask what he was doing here, the worker slammed the door shut. Axton heard the lock click and the steps of the worker leaving.
Axton stood there for a moment. Assessing the room and the surroundings.
If this was to be his prison...he could not complain...it was much nicer accommodations than the dungeons...
Axton flexed his hands slowly, standing unmoving in the middle of the space.
He was alone.
Alone to his thoughts.
Axton slowly began to explore the room, with hesitant movements...fearing traps with every step he took.
Fearing this was some false safe haven.
Axton slowly opened the door at the back of the room. It was a small bathroom arrangement. Just a feeble sink, small toilet and a shower with no curtain, just a small drain into the floor.
Axton sighed heavy.
A shower had never looked so good in all his life.
The grime of the terrors still clinging to him, blood stained down his front from his bullet wound, he was the utter definition of filthy.
Axton shed the white boxers, the hem red with the collection of old blood, the crotch sticky and a displeasing reminder of losing control of his own body and sanity.
He threw them out of sight, disgusted with himself.
He turned the nobs on the shower hurridly. The water was warm. A godsend if there ever was one. Steam began to billow from the streaming water. Axton stepped into the stream, the hot water was a shock to his body.
He sighed out involuntarily.
His muscles seemed to unwind with the touch of the waters warmth. He simply came undone at the seams. The water ran down his back, coming off him in warm sheets.
He braced his hands against the wall just letting the feeling wash over him. He closed his eyes, it felt too utterly good. For a moment he simply forgot about all the thoughts haunting his brain. Jack, Hyperion, everything was gone for all but a moment.
He ran his hands through his wet hair slowly, sighing loudly. He had never been so thankful for something so small as a hot shower. His tense muscles finally relaxed, the blood clinging to his skin washed away, little runs of red being swept down the drain.
His eyes opened into little slits.
The fatigue was finally getting to him. One can take only so much from a day...and today had been way more than he could handle. His body was still too weak for all the events pushed upon him.
Axton turned off the water and grabbed the small white towel neatly folded on the back of the toilet. It was much too small for him but he dried himself the best he could.
Axton dragged himself to the cot. He felt so heavy. Heavy with a lot of things. Guilt, anger, and utter defeat. He just needed to sleep. His body and mind just needed to shut down for a while.
He was so tired.
And so upset with himself.
Disappointed.
Ashamed.
But mostly just...tired.
He curled up on the soft surface and his body just melted.
He hadn't had the courtesy of a bed in so many weeks, it was such an alien feeling to be comfortable.
Axton ran his hands over the bedding, god it was so soft.
He closed his eyes and slipped into hard slumber.
Axton was shaken out of sleep by the heavy door being flung open. He was pretty sure his heart stopped beating for a second. Axton leapt out of bed, ready for whatever was coming.
The Hyperion worker didn't even flinch at the movement from the other male in the room.
Axton seemed to get his bearings and then stared stupidly at the worker, unsure of what the situation was going to be.
The worker set a pile of folded clothing on the floor with a soft plunk.
"Put these on." The Hyperion worker commanded to Axton his voice gruff and unamused.
Axton looked at him with narrowed eyes.
"You gotta dinner date with the boss." The worker mused slamming the door behind him.
That sick feeling washed over his body again.
Dinner? Date?
Boss?
Jack...
A deep frown stained Axton's face. He approached the clothing as if it were a snake coiled in the middle of the room, with slow steady steps. Caution ever present.
You couldn't trust anything in this Hyperion hell hole.
Axton picked up the shoes first. They were black, shining, dress shoes. By the smell of them they were brand new, and real leather. They looked to be quite expensive...
His curiosity was peaked now.
He could only imagine what the rest of the getup looked like.
Axton unfolded the clothing and sure enough found it to be a dress shirt, jet black mens blazer, a pair of slacks and a tie.
A fucking monkey suit by Axton's standards.
He snorted at the clothing unamused.
Was this Jack's way of "transforming" him into a civilized member of society?
What a load of horse shit.
Axton grimaced at the task before him.
He slowly pulled on the soft boxer briefs provided in the pile and as he did so his stomach growled loudly.
Axton sighed, he had half forgotten his biting hunger.
He guessed that was a good thing coming from this "dinner date", there was at least the promise of a meal. Hopefully.
Hell knowing Jack he'd sit him down just to watch him eat and provide him with nothing.
Axton sighed.
He hoped with all his might that there would be some kind of nourishment.
He at least deserved that for having to put on the ridiculous outfit.
Axton pulled on the slacks, and flung the shirt up over his shoulders, taking care to properly button it. It was just a plain white dress shirt with black buttons down the front.
Axton put on the black tie and straightened it. It was awkward to dress with the collar constantly in the way. It was a heavy thing, leaving his neck slightly sore. Next came the jacket, and then finally the shoes.
Axton walked into the bathroom to look at himself in the mirror.
He looked downright dapper.
If it wasn't for the dark circles under his eyes, the paleness of his face, and the sickly look still clinging to him he'd be quite presentable.
Axton snorted. He looked ridiculous.
He just wanted his combat uniform back.
The heavy door slammed open again, and the same heavy Hyperion worker entered.
Didn't anybody knock around here? Axton thought to himself frowning.
"Well don't you just look fucking wonderful." The man said sarcastically.
Axton's frown deepened.
"Now turn around and don't give me trouble. Heard you are quite the fucking rowdy thing. Don't try that funny shit with me." The man grumbled.
Axton rolled his eyes.
The man took cuffs off his belt and Axton put his hand's together willingly.
No reason to fight.
Where would he go?
He'd already tried that once, and had the wound to prove it.
He didn't really feel like being shot up again.
"You aint worth my energy." Axton sneered.
"I hope Jack breaks your neck you little fuck. That was a damn good man you killed." The worker snaps.
Axton raised an eyebrow at the worker and shrugged nonchalantly.
"Oops." Axton said sarcastically.
The Hyperion worker gritted his teeth in anger.
"If Jack wasn't so damn fond of you, I'd kill you myself." He growled in that gruff tone of his.
"Too bad I'm boss's favorite." Axton taunted through narrowed eyes.
The Hyperion worker clipped a chain to Axton's hands and jerked him with such force Axton nearly lost his footing. He braced forward awkwardly.
Before Axton could pop off another snide comment the worker was practically dragging him out the door.
They walked briskly down the hallway, Axton in displeased tow. Until they came to two heavy oaken doors. The Hyperion worker pressed a code and a small speaker crackled.
"State your business" A mechanical voice mused.
"Delivering the prisoner." The Hyperion worker snarled.
"Access granted." The voice crackled.
The doors unlocked and the worker pushed them open.
They closed with a slam that caused Axton to jump a little.
The inside...looked...like a house?
They seemed to be in the entryway of some sort of living quarters. Two staircases lead to a second story, there was a door to the left, and the right both leading into massive rooms.
The worker chose the left. The room had tall ceilings, a crystal chandelier hanging proudly, casting small rainbows on the room every once and a while. The room was occupied by a massive dining table that pretty much accounted for all the space there was to be had.
It looked to be able to seat at least twenty people. The chairs were all wooden, with tall carved backings and green cushions. The table was set elaborately, adorned with many decorative candles that flickered lazily, swaying back and forth. But as far as place settings went there were but only two. One on each head of the table.
Axton swallowed hard.
What kind of charade was this shit?
His thoughts were scattered by a booming voice.
"Ah! My expected guest! Right on time and not a minute more!" Jack's sing song voice chimed.
Axton looked up to see the CEO dressed in much fancier attire that of their first encounter earlier in the day.
He was done up in a full dress suit. Black as night with an orange undershirt.
Axton felt numb.
He wanted to run again.
Jack crossed the room in several long lazy strides and before Axton knew it he was but inches from him.
Axton's whole body tensed.
He immediately looked at the floor.
"Tick, un-cuff the poor man would you? We can't have a nice dinner with those on." Jack barked motioning towards Axton's cuffs.
The Hyperion worker that Jack had addressed as "Tick" listens obediently.
Seems like everybody around here just lived to kiss Jack's ass.
Axton grimaced.
He settled his free hands at his sides, still refusing to look at the green and blue gaze he knew was upon him.
"You can go now." Jack said dismissing the worker.
Tick nodded and then was gone.
Here they were, alone again.
Axton felt like his stomach was going to drop out his ass.
Jack snickered fondly.
"Well just look at you! Don't you clean up nice? You actually look like a human being!" Jack said thumbing at Axton's tie.
Axton nearly shied away from the touch.
"I knew all you needed was a little patching up and even a bandit scum like yourself would look acceptable." Jack teased grinning.
Jack sure did enjoy hearing himself talk.
"Ohhh whats wrong cupcake? You don't seem very chatty eh?" Jack teased pretending to pout, sticking out that perfect bottom lip of his.
"Aint got anything to say to the likes of you." Axton hissed, his voice finally coming to him.
Jack burst out in hearty chuckles.
"That's cute vault hunter." Jack said smiling.
Jack flipped Axton's tie playfully and then abandoned him to stride to his place at the other side of the table. Jack pushed the chair out dramatically and plunked himself down.
What a fucking queen, Axton thought grimly.
Jack folded his arms up over his head.
"Well, take a seat kitten." Jack said nodding his head toward the empty chair at the other side of the table.
Axton looked at Jack and then back at the chair. He took a seat slowly, the chair squealing as he slid it back.
Axton sat down stiffly, his back straight against the chair, eyes looking anywhere but at the man across the table.
Well at least there was a considerable distance between them. That was the only upside.
Axton shot a glance Jack's way.
It was like being trapped in a room with a tiger, best to at least know where the beast was at all times and what it was doing...
Jack leaned back in his chair, stretching upward slowly, like a cat would after a nap.
Jack pushed a button on the side of the table and instantly a man appeared. Axton could only assume he was some kind of butler, or waiter...or servant.
"Bring us a bottle of wine would you? And oh what will you be drinking, Axton?" Jack asked drumming his fingertips together.
"Whiskey." Axton said dryly.
If he was going to get through this stupid charade, he'd need something strong.
Jack's smile was haunting even from across the table.
"And a whiskey for the pretty man." Jack echoed nodding to the man.
The man left with a "Yes sir" and was gone behind double doors that Axton assumed was the kitchen.
The man returned quickly clinking a tall wine glass in front of Jack and pouring a healthy amount of deep red wine into it.
He then gently set a glass of whiskey on the rocks in front of Axton.
Axton grabbed it and took a long swig.
It burned like hell going down.
Not unlike Jack to have the good stuff.
Axton took another drink.
It was good.
Really good.
And on a ridiculously empty stomach he knew he'd be feeling it in no time flat.
Jack was peering over at Axton clearly amused. He took a sip of his wine slowly, painfully slowly.
"Strong drink for the big strong vault hunter." Jack chuckles.
Axton takes another sip and rolls his eyes.
"Needed something strong if I'm gunna put up with you for however long you decide to keep me." Axton growled darkly over his glass.
Jack finds that funnier than he should have.
His laughs are interrupted by the arrival of dinner. The wait staff sets a large plate down in front of Jack first and then Axton. The servant removes the silver covering revealing to Axton a massive, steaming chunk of steak, laced with vegetables. They also bring him a large bowl of soup and a basket of some kind of rolls that are dripping in butter.
Axton's stomach groans at the smell alone.
His eyes flick up at Jack as if to question if he can really eat this or not. It seems too easy. He hasn't done anything but sit down and insult Jack. The smell invades his every sense. He has to do everything in his power to stop himself from drooling.
Jack cuts a piece of his steak, pops it in his mouth and chews.
He swallows, seeming to savor the taste and looks to Axton.
"You don't like steak?" Jack questions innocently seeing Axton has not yet to even pick up his fork.
"Oh so I am actually allowed to eat this?" Axton questions darkly.
Jack chuckles as he cuts another piece.
"Well of course. Only the best for my pet." Jack says slowly the words rolling off his tongue dramatically.
Axton ignores the comment.
He picks up his fork and knife.
He can't cut the meat quick enough. The knife slides through the meat like butter, its rich and pink in the middle, juices flooding out onto the decorative plate.
Axton shoves the cut into his mouth and chews.
He swears its the best thing he has ever tasted in all his life.
If he didn't hate the bastard so much he'd thank Jack.
He stuffs bite after bite into his mouth, making delighted little noises as he does so.
It's so good. Heavenly.
He's too lost in the meal to notice Jack peering at him curiously, smile tugging at his lips as he eats, much less slowly than his company.
"That taste good big boy?" Jack teases.
His voice shakes Axton out of his food indulgence session.
He shoots a dark look over the table and takes a drink of his whiskey.
Jack smiles in response.
"Next order of business, work on those table manners of yours. But I mean not half bad considering you are a former heathen and all." Jack pushes.
Axton ignores him. He polishes off his steak in no time flat. His stomach begs for more. It feels like eons since he's last tasted food on his tongue, had the feeling of fullness in his stomach.
He starts on the vegetables. He doesn't even care for squash, and broccoli and whatever other kinds of greens are decorating his plate, and he doesn't care, he eats them anyway.
The waiter brings him another whiskey, and another...and another.
By the time Axton is scarfing down rolls he's well into his fifth whiskey.
The room seems a little more fuzzy than it was thirty minutes ago. Axton feels considerably less worried about the man across the table. His belly is full and he feels warm. Light and hot, like he's floating.
Axton leans back in his chair slowly, still nibbling on one of the sweet bread rolls.
He loosely runs his other hand through his hair, it feels softer than usual. His motions feel slow, and lazy. He feels like he's wrapped in blankets, comfortable, full and drunk.
"Enjoying yourself?" Jack asks smugly.
Axton chuckles.
"I'm a prisoner in the fucking Hyperion headquarters, I've got a collar like a fuckin' dog, pretty sure I mighta been dyin couple days ago, and I'm wearin a god damn monkey suit...whats not to be- hic- enjoyed!" Axton slurred throwing his hands up.
Jack seems a little surprised at the outburst from the commando, but recollects himself quickly, his smile is back in a mere second. His smile is wider than normal, and his eyes droop slightly. His neck his flushed red, suggesting his drink is getting the better of him as well.
"Well first off, consider yourself a...guest. Not a prisoner. I don't like prisoner, sounds too...I dunno, strong. Not a prisoner...but a pet. My pet." Jack taunts hauntingly.
Axton frowns.
"I aint your damned dog. Quit callin me that shit." Axton growled in return.
"I believe I can call you whatever the hell I like, Axton." Jack swoons.
"And if the shoe fits..." He finishes.
"So do I get to piss on the furniture and fetch you the newspaper?" Axton snapped.
Jack laughs to himself, sipping his wine again.
"My my, you sure have a dirty mouth on you don't ya?" Jack says finishing his fourth glass of wine.
"Dirty...but I must admit, talented to say the least." He adds evilly.
Axton nearly chokes on his whiskey.
"Fuck you." Axton barks.
"Is that what you really want?" Jack says coyly.
Axton furrows his eyebrows at the comment.
The hell did he mean by that.
Jack pushes his chair back from the table slowly and unfolds from it, planting his feet firmly on the ground. He slowly stalks over toward Axton, long, slow steps. Like a big cat stalking prey.
Axton feels...hunted.
"W-what?" Axton slurs shortly.
"You wanna fuck me?" Jack lulls placing his palms flat on the table and leaning over Axton. Axton leaned back a little, his back hitting the chair, trying to get as far away from the Hyperion CEO as possible.
What kind of sick game was this.
Jack cocked an eyebrow.
"What kind of fuckin game are you-hic- playing?" Axton hissed.
Jack leaned in closer.
"No games pet." Jack ran his fingers up Axton's throat, gently, slowly.
Axton cringed.
"I want you, to fuck me." Jack whispered to Axton.
Axton choked a little and coughed in a state of surprise.
"I'm not gunna fuck you." Axton snarled disgusted.
Jack laughed and pinched Axton's cheek.
"Now, now pet...aren't we forgetting an itsy bitsy, little detail?" Jack scolded drunkly.
The wine seemed to be influencing his motions more than just a little.
"Whats that." Axton spat.
Jack grabbed him harshly by the chin.
"You have to do as I say. And I say I want to be fucked, by you. Now." Jack snickered.
Axton wanted to punch him in the jaw, but his movements were slow and his brain wasn't exactly "all together". If that's what Jack wanted...that's what he'd get.
Oh what had fucking whiskey done to him.
Axton knocked his drink back and shot Jack a vicious, toothy grin.
"Whatever you say boss." Axton slurred.
Axton reach up and firmly entwined his fist into the back of Jack's chocolate locks. He threw out any fragment of a conscience he had, any shred of decency, of pride. He'd give Jack what he wanted. He'd give it all to him.
Axton yanked the taller mans face toward him, slamming their drunken lips together. Jack's eyes widened in surprise, but eventually closed into small pleasurable slits.
The kiss is heavy with tongues, sliding against each others. It's hard and mean and needy. Drunken lips slide against one another's, lazy tongues play together, wet and sloppy. Axton's grip tightens, fingernails dipping into Jack's perfect scalp.
Jack falls into Axton's lap, Axton's hand instinctively cradles Jack's ass, pulling him toward him. His fingers splay across the soft material of the suit.
It's wrong in so many ways.
If Axton had half his brain working he would know that. He would be disgusted with himself. But drunken Axton does not care. Doesn't seem to register all that is happening. To drunk Axton, Jack is a warm body and an open invitation.
Jack breaks the sloppy kiss to take a strained breath. He's flushed and gasping, pathetic really.
Axton had never seen the maniac so uncollected before.
Axton kissed down Jack's chin.
The mask felt foreign beneath his lips. It was smooth and soft, but just not quite the same as real skin. A good mimic...but just not exact.
Jack tipped his chin up, exposing his throat to Axton. Axton ran his tongue up the length of Jack's neck leaving a small trail of wet there. Jack gripped Axton's shoulders harshly, and a small breathy moan escaped his perfect lips. He was a mess.
A hot and bothered, absolute, mess.
Axton nipped at Jack's collarbone, teeth dragging more moans up out of the slighter man. Axton pushed Jack's shirt upward with one big, gruff palm. Fingers sliding up Jack's heaving abdomen. Jack was thin, but he was not soft. His abdomen was not as doughy as Axton assumed it would be. He felt his stomach rise and fall, every breath heavy and quick.
"Well-hic-...are you gunna fuck me or not big guy?" Jack hissed breathlessly.
His voice was much less venomous now. He was trying to maintain his vicious tone, but it was all falling to pieces with the alcohol and the arousal.
Without another word, Axton grabbed Jack by the hips and slammed him backward onto the table, sending dishes crashing to the floor. Jack seemed not to notice nor care.
"I'll just have you know...-hic-...I normally don't fuck on the first date." Axton mused fumbling with Jack's belt.
"Oh don't I feel special." Jack stuttered trying to keep up his snarky facade.
Axton grunted at the attempted sarcastic remark from Jack.
It was as if the two men had completely switched rolls. Jack was awkward and feeble in the throws of arousal. He was needy, and quite helpless. Axton on the other hand had seemingly found his voice, and enjoyed making sarcastic remarks to the man beneath him.
Axton grabbed Jack's pants and hauled them down, taking his underwear with them.
The clothing hit the floor in a sad heap, abandoned, and crumpled.
Jack's swollen cock bobbed in front of him, his tip angry and red. A small tear of pre-cum weeped from his head. Axton observed him with cold eyes.
It was ironic really.
A Vault Hunter fucking the Hyperion CEO.
It was almost a small victory for Axton.
In a weird way.
A very weird way.
Axton grabbed Jack's member in his large palm and squeezed.
Jack threw his head back and moaned pitifully at the rough motion.
Axton positioned himself between Jack's thighs, forcing Jack's legs open to make room for himself.
"How rough you want me to be... princess?" Axton snarled his fingers digging into Jack's thigh as he leaned over the other male.
Jack opened his mouth as if to reply just as Axton gave his cock another good squeeze, and his response was lost in moans.
Axton can tell Jack is not fond of the little pet name.
"You're...a...bitch." Jack hisses as Axton's hand slides around him, gently lifting his hips upward.
"Look who's talking." Axton growls back drunkenly.
Jack only throws Axton a dark glance in return to the comment.
He's too lost in the chaos to come up with a witty come back.
Axton abandons his grip on the masked man to release himself of his clothing.
Axton clumsily undoes his belt, buttons and zipper, then hefts his pants down just enough to let his fat erection pop free.
If there was something Axton had never been called, it was small.
He was more than a formidable size to be reckoned with.
He was deliciously thick from base to tip, head fat and throbbing.
Jack's eyes were mixed with anticipation and concern.
Axton hovered over Jack, placing his palms flat on the table one on each side of Jack's shoulders. Caging the other man with his hulking body.
Axton's fat erection rubbed against Jack's as he did so, ringing a breathy gasp from Jack's throat.
"What's wrong princess? Too big?" Axton taunted leaning down to nip at Jack's ear.
"Oh get over yourself...hic..." Jack strained weakly.
The comment was meant to come out sarcastic, but Jack's shaking voice failed him.
Axton chuckled at the mans state.
Axton reached clumsily across the table for the dish of butter that managed to remain intact even after he threw Jack onto the surface.
Axton scooped a handful and slathered it down his swollen erection. He hissed at the warm, dripping feeling of the substance. He squeezed his member with his palm, a low groan rumbling up from his chest.
He considered dipping two fingers into the bowl then stretching Jack out...but he decided against it.
Jack wanted this.
He wouldn't be easy on the arrogant fuck.
Axton grabbed his base and with a little guidance shoved the tip of his head against Jack's puckered flesh. Axton pushed harder, giving little time for Jack to adjust.
Jack arched up and cried out, fingers digging into the wood of the table, but he never said stop, and so Axton didn't. His head passed into Jack's body with a small pop and Axton gritted his teeth.
Gods he was tight.
Axton pushed in more, absolutely needing more of that delicious squeeze around his fat cock.
Jack looked gorgeous stretched around Axton. His body trying it's best to accommodate the large intrusion.
Axton thrusted his hips forward, forcing the rest of himself inside.
"GOD FUCK!" Jack cried out loudly his face strained.
" Can't, hrrrmph...handle it, princess?" Axton grunted pushing into Jack harder.
Jack looked at Axton with dagger like eyes.
"Let's not...forget...pretty little collar..around your neck...pumpkin..." Jack managed through short breaths.
Axton frowned at the man below him. He'd almost forgotten the heaviness of the collar, and the power it held over him.
Axton chose to pretty much ignore Jack's warning and simply snorted at it instead.
Axton's fingers raked against Jack's thins hips as he dragged Jack into each heavy thrust.
Axton closed his eyes as he thrusted in, beginning a steady, hasty, animalistic pace.
Jack wanted a piece of Pandora, Axton would give it to him the way a true bandit would.
He may have been dressed in Jack's fancy clothing, but you couldn't take the wild out of an animal that easily.
Axton slams into Jack, taking little mercy on the Hyperion overlord. His nails bite into Jack's perfect hips, short nails digging in. Jack doesn't seem to care.
He arches his back upward, pushing back to meet Axton's thrusts.
His mouth hands open slightly, panting noises coming out hot and heavy. He's moaning and sighing and moving.
Axton's eyes flutter into slits taking a good long look at the man beneath him. Jack flings his arms up over his head drunkenly, hands pumping and grasping the tablecloth. His hair falls in his face, messy and distorted from its naturally perfect state.
AXton reaches a hand up and runs it through Jack's hair as he continues to push into him rhythmically. Jack's hair is soft as his fingers part it. His hand slides down Jack's neck slowly.
The slight urge to choke him comes to mind...but he doesn't. Even drunken Axton isn't sure why he won't allow himself to do so.
He's positive he could wrestle that wristband away from Jack in this state.
But...does he really want to?
Axton feels flushed and hot and...needy.
He needs this as much as Jack does, whether he wants to admit it or not. The shift in the universe comes to him in fuzzy fragments. Something was different now, here, in this moment.
Jack feels hot inside.
Hot and tight and smooth.
Axton feels a bead of sweat run down his forehead in slow motion.
His gasping and grunting and pulling and touching.
Jack leans up on his elbows, and pulls Axton down.
He hangs his arms loosely around the commando's thick neck.
Axton isn't the fondest of the new closeness, but accepts it all the same, never losing his rhythm.
Jack moans and hisses against Axton's neck.
His breath is hot and sharp.
He smells like red wine and shame.
One of Axton's hands comes to the small of Jack's back, grabbing him and helping him to move along with each thrust.
Jack's legs are looped around Axton's hips tightly. He's all legs and arms and gasps and sudden movements.
"Say my name..." Jack breathes hotly in Axton's ear.
Axton doesn't want to.
But...he does.
"Jack..." Axton groans.
The name feels wrong as soon as it comes out. It leaves a sharp, strong, shameful taste on Axton's tongue.
"Again..." Jack moans.
"Jack...Jack...oh god JACK!" Axton breathes the words like moans. They come out faster, and easier each time, turning into more of a prayer than a dirty word.
Axton's heart races, his breath comes in heaving pants.
He feels so damn hot. Everything is fucking hot.
It's like being out in the Dust with no protection from the murderous sun. Only hotter.
Jack is moaning and sighing, fingers clutched into the material of Axton's shirt.
Axton can't control himself, he's thrusting like an animal. No regards for anything accept to fuck Jack stupid.
The muscles in his rump work to slam into him again, and again, and again.
Faster and faster.
Jack's so smooth and so tight and so delicious.
Axton is losing it.
He's close now.
"J-JACK! OH FUCK!" Axton bellows like some sort of beast.
And he comes.
Hand's still gripping Jack harshly he continues to thrust into him, pumping every last drop of his finish into him. He fills him, cock throbbing, chest heaving.
Jack's hands fist into the material of the clothing and he buries his face into the crook of Axton's neck, moaning out loud and pitifully.
Jack comes shamelessly.
Long ropes of cum spurt in the space between his body and Axton's. He grits his teeth as he comes all over his dressy clothing.
The seconds pass and they can do nothing but pant into each other. Axton does not loosen his grip on Jack and Jack does not un-fist his hands from the back of Axton's shirt. Jack droops against him, spent and tired and worn.
The silence between the two men is almost eerie. It's unnatural for Jack to be this quiet. But all he can manage is short erratic breaths.
The room smells like musk and arousal.
And fine dining.