thespherelogs | [closed] Use it to put me to sleep...

[He was getting used to being a dog surprisingly, curled up nice and warm on Dodger's chest as he slept, getting up with a need for water. He groggily goes to the kitchen drinking out of the lukewarm bowl that was left out for him.

It happened quickly, not fully registering it as he turned back into a man. Dodger walks in as he's processing, a small frown on his face.]

"Fuck off."

[He sits up just on the ground fully nude as he shakes off a mixture of sleep and being back to a normal perspective.
The best thing about the situation is that this may not be the first time, but at least there's no puke on the ground and Jason's not drunk off his ass.]

Dodger lets out a soft laugh, leaning against the counter and sliding the fridge door open to get himself a beer. He isn't going to offer one to Jason, but he won't stop him if he tries to swipe it.

"Get up, you look pathetic down there." His head cocks, "Not that it's a bad position for you."

At least he can be a lot more comfortable fucking around like this, when he isn't looking at a dog.

[He lets out a small laugh getting up on two shaky legs, walking felt so weird but he goes over and he tries just that, moving to lean against the counter with him as he tries to grab the beer from Dodger's hand.]

"Oh shut up" There's a teasing tone to it as stretches with a yawn. "you know I'd do it for ya if you wanted"

[3 seconds as a human and their flirting. Two horny trash men.]

"Sure I don't need peanut butter for that?"

He lets Jason take the beer, because honestly he's barely focusing on it. His attention is on Jason - he hadn't thought about him once since he got to the city, and yet seeing him here is such a relief that he can barely put it into words.

Not any words he'd say out loud, anyway.

He takes a carton of cigarettes from his pocket and lights one with a snap of his fingers, taking a long drag as his gaze slides across Jason's body.

"It's been a while, huh."

He hums a little laugh taking a sip with a nice sigh.

"I mean might not hurt"

He sticks his tongue out at him as he continues to enjoy his drink. It was really nice seeing Dodger again, he had figured he ran off or died somewhere without him knowing.

"Sure has" he puts the bottle down a bit more than half full. "was kinda worried you died in a ditch somewhere. Glad to see you're okay."

"That's rich coming from you. Surprised the Sphere'd decide you're useful enough to bring here."

That line of thought is as abandoned as the beer, though - his mind has fully moved on. He shifts to pin Jason against the counter, presses their foreheads together, and smoke curls out of his mouth as he speaks.

"Guess I should check you over, huh? Make sure everything's working properly."

He doesn't have time to react before Dodger's framing his body and he smiles. "I'm not, but hey I'm here" He lets out a small laugh pressing his head against his with such a gentle look.

He takes a nice inhale of the smoke and hums. "I think that's a good idea, don't want anything to be broken" he really did miss him leaning against the counter in this possessive posture.

"It's been a while, think you remember how I work?" He makes a tiny, but playful jab knowing full well that Dodger's been getting around recently, he heard the phonecall he's not that stupid.

Dodger rolls his eyes quietly; he's always found it a little annoying how Jason seems to assume he cares about him just because they spend time together, and Dodger keeps him out of danger. More so now, when he's gotten his hands on warm bodies that are only willing for the night. The domestic feeling of being with Jason leaves a bit of a sour taste in his mouth.

"Think I can figure it out."

He catches the other man's lips and tangles a hand in Jason's hair, his free hand making a thorough inspection from his ribs to his hip. There's something missing, but it will come to him. This is what he should want, after all, isn't it?

What a bold assumption. He doesn't have time to get any words out as he kisses him back, moving his arms to lazily wrap themselves around Dodger's neck.

As Dodger explores his body there's a tiny bit more give to his flesh that wasn't there before. He breaks the kiss for just a moment.

"you wanna continue here or do you wanna move to the bed?"

That is curious, but more of a passing fancy than anything. He breaks off for a moment and looks him over critically. He supposes if they're going full domestic, the bed is better. The word boring crosses his mind, but he shakes it off. It's fine to be boring for a bit, he could use something calmer.

He mumbles something unintelligible before the world breaks apart around them, giving Jason the feeling of steel bars crushing into his ribs, before they rematerialize in the bedroom and Dodger tips him backward into the bed. It's a bit more of a startling fall than it would be on a raised bed, but they both know that moment of panic will only help Dodger get properly in the mood.

Jason will never get used to the feeling of teleporting and the uncomfortable pain it brings. He doesn't even have time to regain his composure before he lets out a little yelp landing on the soft bed. His heart racing but he recovers.

"These beds are wild"

He's never seen a bed that's sunken into the ground, an interesting concept he didn't realize he'd enjoy so much. He gives Dodger a bit of a smile, he's laid out on the bed nice and naked, There's that power dynamic that they tend to have as Dodger looms over him fully clothed.

He still has to finish his smoke - who knows how long he'll be able to keep his supply line up, if Max traces these back to Loki. He takes a final drag before tossing the butt aside, and his clothing hits the floor shortly after. The only things he keeps on, as usual, are his necklace and the gauze wraps around his wrists. He crawls on top of Jason and presses a sloppy kiss to his mouth, tasting like cigarettes and gasoline.

It's something, but it's not enough. Dodger lets out a deep growl in the back of his throat, gripping Jason's hips to burn light fingerprints into the skin, and nipping softly at Jason's bottom lip. His cock is hard, but his body language is rigid and restless, unengaged with the scene despite his best efforts.

It's an enjoyable taste kissing Dodger back as his breath hitches with the burns. His skin chilled against Dodger's. He kisses and nips Dodger back, being a bit more aggressive than he used to be. He was getting hard himself moving to hold onto him as they continue.

He takes a deep breath as he looks up at him with only a bit of confusion, Dodger seemed a bit off, but it might just be that they haven't seen eachother in months?

"You alright?"

He mumbles it against his lips in another kiss.

It does surprise Dodger to have Jason participating a bit more; he still remembers Jason being shy and clueless, making crappy jokes during sex and he can't say he minds the change. But that doesn't make him what he wants, not right now.

"I'm fine." There's an unspoken threat in his tone, the way that he sounds when he's covering up an injury.

The hand on his hip grips a bit tighter, actually burning enough to tip the scale from sexy to painful. It's only for a moment before he catches himself, but he's found the itch that he wants to scratch. Jason is comfortable - he's comfortable and safe, and he can't give Dodger the uncertainty and fear that's been driving him insane. He can't play the victim if he's a willing participant.

Maybe it wouldn't be a problem if the thing he wants wasn't so close by.

He hasn't moved for nearly a minute now; he's staring unfocused at a spot on Jason's collarbone, nails running idly over his thigh.

He quiets down with that answer and he digs his nails into Dodger's shoulder as the warmth seers his skin, he lets out a small yelp and wiggles a bit as it stops.

"Hey, watch it"

he huffs a bit looking at him with a frown. He doesn't know what's wrong but he didn't appreciate that. He relaxes a bit as nails leave a small tingle on his skin. He just lays there with mild confusion, but also just enjoying being close together like this.

"do you want me to give you head to start off?" He figured maybe it would help bring Dodger back from whatever thoughts he's lost in.

Jason speaking snaps him out of wherever he went, and he shakes his head lightly to clear it. He doesn't respond at first, but rolls over lazily to lay beside him. Not that there's much space for it on this bed, but he'll be pulling Jason onto his lap anyway.

"Sure." He mumbles under his breath; he still isn't all there, but maybe if he takes his focus away from Jason as a person, he can rein in the desires that are creeping to the surface.

At least Jason was enjoying himself. He straddles him for a moment before giving him a gentle kiss. There's a bit of discouragement from the sudden shift in attitude but he ignores it moving to situate himself between his thighs.

He takes him into his hand gently licking up the sides and teasing the tip as he goes to work with his hand starting a smooth rhythm as he looks up at him. He hasn't done it in a bit, but he's still confident in his skills. He's sucking and teasing the tip with his tongue as his jerks him off. He's watching for any sort of reaction.

He returns the kiss mildly, but there's a flash of an apology in his eyes as Jason moves back. It isn't something he'll voice aloud, but he does feel guilty for initiating and getting stuck. A moment later he's closed his eyes, and as far as his face, he's totally removed from Jason.

He reaches a hand down to ruffle Jason's hair, not gripping it but stroking it lazily. It's the only encouragement he can offer, but he just wants something to hold onto. Some way to stay grounded.

"Fffuck... quit teasing before I fuck your throat."

He sees it and acknowledges the silent apology but that doesn't fully help the small disappointment budding in his stomach. He hasn't seen Dodger in months and now it looked like he was struggling to get through this. Maybe he just lost interest? He wasn't sure but he doesn't care right now.

"I mean it's not like I can stop you"

he mumbles it against the side of his dick, maybe letting Dodger get rough will help? Never the less he takes Dodger in about halfway, working his way lower as he starts to bob his head closing his eyes with a bit of focus as he presses his nails gently into Dodger's thighs.

Dodger's fingers catch a bit more tightly in Jason's hair, not quite pushing but... encouraging him to take a bit more than he knows he can handle. He can focus a bit more with the physical sensations, drawing him back into the present little by little.

For a moment, Dodger's left arm is covered in grotesque scars, more scars than skin, but they vanish as soon as they came and hopefully Jason doesn't notice.

His hips shift a bit as his focus returns to Jason's mouth, and he props himself up on his free elbow to watch him. The hand in his hair tightens and pulls Jason up so Dodger can look at his face, and he lets out a soft and breathy laugh.

"You look good like that."

Jason was getting into it with the encouragement he presses Dodger all the way in deep throating him with a gag, He doesn't notice the scars really, only a small glance but he can't really tell what it was from this position so he ignores it, continuing to force the dick down as much as he can.

As Dodger pulls him up he makes eye contact his face flushed and his hair a mess thanks to Dodger's hand. He smiles moving a bit slow to take him out, giving him a second to catch his breath.

"I'm getting a nice view myself," He says with a laugh, moving to kiss the tip of Dodger's dick before putting it back into his mouth. This time he's making eye contact as he sucks him off.

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He lets out a quiet huff of laughter, running his fingers affectionately through Jason's hair before gripping it again and bucking up into his mouth. His grin seems to waver again, but he isn't about to let Jason get discouraged and stop.

A moment later both of his hands are in Jason's hair, keeping him still while he thrusts up into his throat. Only for a second or two, before he pulls him back up and sits up to press a sloppy kiss to Jason's mouth. There is something thrilling about tasting himself on Jason's lips, seeing him all ruffled and panting.

He can't help but feel that nice warm affection in his chest. As Dodger thrusts up into his throat he gags, his body tensing up as he tries to maintain eye contact. He doesn't get a moment to compose himself before Dodger gets rough for a moment, he chokes with some more gags for a bit, breaking eye contact as he focuses.

Once they stop Jason's trying to catch his breath, they kiss and he moves to straddle Dodger's lap.

"You come back down to earth?" He smiles giving him another kiss.

"Getting there." Dodger pants softly, reaching down to stroke Jason idly as he finally manages to concentrate on him. He still has a bit of a headache, but he can take his medication after this, if he remembers.

Now that he thinks of it, Jason doesn't ride him much. He supposes it comes down to how new their relationship is; as far as he remembers, he was still playing mind games and tricking Jason into 'owing' him up until very recently. That sort of power play rarely comes with allowing Jason any sort of control.

That light in his eyes is flickering, though; his eyes travel downward and there's a vague sense of dissatisfaction with Jason's body. It's too... normal. Too pristine. He's trying to hide it, but he still isn't all there.

This was a new sensation for him. He moves to ease himself onto Dodger taking a shuttering breath. He slides all the way on, regretting lightly that he didn't prepare himself for it. A bit of pain doesn't stop him from enjoying himself. Dodger touches him as he leans forward a bit his hands on Dodger's chest as he takes a moment to adjust.

He doesn't quite notice the dissatisfaction, unsure if it was more that he was on top, he looks down at him with a smile.

"never seen you from this position before."

He's never been the one in control, he's not to sure how to do it.

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It does feel good, nearly good enough to keep Dodger invested. But really, Jason should know better than to feel safe with him.

He should be enjoying this, he knows he should... but even with a perfectly willing partner, he can't stop thinking about the way that Theon's eyes lit up with panic when he was teleported, or the way he'd struggle to keep calm and not react to Dodger's touch.

The only real warning is Dodger's panting picking up volume, as heat builds up in his hand. It isn't even a conscious decision, but that doesn't make it better - he grips onto Jason's cock suddenly, thumb around the base and fingers wrapped behind his balls, and his touch is hot enough that the skin sizzles and pops, instantly filling the room with the smell of burnt flesh. It's a heady scent, but Dodger doesn't need to see Jason's reaction to know he's fucked up.

He was getting into a good rhythm before everything goes horribly wrong to quickly for Jason to process. Suddenly pleasure turns into horrible gut-wrenching pain. The smell hits his nose and the desire to vomit is right there.

Everything felt slow as he panics grabbing Dodger's burning hand.

"S-Stop!"

His voice in his ears sounds a lot quieter, but in reality, it was a guttural begging screech.

He's never felt this much pain and his entire being is trying to process it, he felt paralyzed before he starts to struggle, causing himself more pain.

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His hand whips away, charring the pillow behind him a bit before he can wick off the heat. He's heard plenty of screams, grown rather numb to them, but hearing the sound from Jason still startles him. For a moment his skin flickers with pale, sickly skin, before returning to normal as he pushes Jason off and scrambles backward.

He should take his meds. It isn't the first person he's mortally wounded someone on a whim, but it doesn't tend to be someone he cares about and honestly, he isn't sure what to do either.

Jason tumbles off hitting the small ledge of the sunken bed. He takes gasping breaths as tears flow with ease. The pain was so intense, his body hot but there's a cold sweat over his skin. He looks down everything slow but to quickly. He's starting to have possibly the worst panic attack in his life, his breath quick and not getting much air, Spikes of ice and a general chill is becoming overwhelming in the space around him.

He stays there staring, his dick was still attached but it was a mess of smoldering burns and a clear finger print as he looks up at Dodger in agony. What Jason can't properly see is worse.

"Wh-WHY!?"

This was the first time they've been together in months and Dodger has disfigured him. It's not just the physical pain in his voice, but there's such a desperate cry in it, he was sadly the one person Jason trusted and he's gone and done something like this, his heart shattering was almost audible.

Dodger scrambles backward as well, until his back hits the ledge on the other side. His eyes dart around, from Jason's mangled dick to his panicked face and the ice crystals forming around him. It has him fully sobered up, and after a moment of indecision he disappears in a burst of sparks.

He reappears in the bathroom, searching out his pills and dry-swallowing as many as he figures he can safely take. Reality might hurt his head a little, but he won't be doing... that. There are medical supplies in here, too, but he can't bring himself to look at Jason again. Maybe if he stays in here it will all just go away.

Dodger just leaves and Jason's panic is getting worse. The pain's not getting better and he's scrambling out of the bed, he rubs tears from his face as he tries to stop the world from spinning.

"come back" he gives him a horse cry.

He doesn't know where he went as he works on getting up and onto his feet. It's a struggle as he tries to recollect himself. He's in overdrive, the air around him painfully cold as he looks around for Dodger, or any form of help.

"Jamie?"

He sounded so hurt and brimming with almost a bit pathetic. He wants to leave, but he's mostly want's to know if he meant it or not.

Dodger's skin prickles at the sound of his first name; he hates it at the best of times, but when he's panicking it's so much worse. He can feel the cold creeping in as well, and he's a little shocked by the strength of it. He guesses his fire can be the same when he's out of his head.

He hesitates again, before shoving the bathroom door open to watch Jason. He looks like something out of a nightmare, crawling on the ground like that. Dodger is frozen, backing up a bit more and flickering invisible and back as he tries to decide what to do.

It's so horribly similar to the fights he'd have with Janet, a hundred lifetimes ago, and just like before he's fucking useless.

Jason's gotten a lot stronger then Doder's seen him. He forces himself up looking around, he knows Dodger is here, he didn't teleport he was watching. His legs are shaking but at least he's standing.

"di-did you mean it?" His voice is so desperate, as he stumbles taking a few steps to the exit, or something to hold onto. He just wants to hear Dodger say something, to offer him some sort of support for this very tramatic event.

He continues to look for Dodger in the room, he can't hide from him forever. He doesn't seem like he wants to hurt him or to do anything majorly drastic, he just wants answers.

It's getting far too cold in here, and his body heats up to make up for it. He can't think straight like this, but he can't just leave Jason there...

He's visible again, his hand missing its first attempt to grab onto the medicine cabinet. He pulls out a jar of burn ointment - he knew others would need it, and clearly he was correct - and slides it across the floor toward Jason.

He can't answer him, not exactly. He can't explain what was going on in his head and he's never told Jason what his medication is for. He certainly can't explain what he's done to Theon, and what Theon's done to him.

"Just- go home." He hesitates. "Back to your dome, or- the clinic, something, just get out."

He doesn't want to deal with this. Not in his own space where he can't escape.

He watches him come back with relief but it fades off his face as he's told to leave.

He opens his mouth to speak but there's just more tears as he closes it again. He doesn't move quite yet, just quietly staring at him before he just nods biting his lip. He doesn't want to cry in front of Dodger more than he already was.

Jason looks down at the burn cream bending over painfully to pick it up, his ice-crusted skin would help the pain a bit as well. He had no clothes or anything to bring back with him, he just wobbles out, the pain was there but mentally he's numb. He does stop to pick up Dodger's sweatshirt to put on, he can't go outside like this.

He doesn't have a reaction like normally when Dodger fucks up, he doesn't yell or scream at him, no insults or jabs. He just quietly leaves the room, the door open but he doesn't look back at all. Dodger needed to think and Jason was checked out, his movements mechanical and stiff.

It would have hurt much less if Jason had screamed at him. He could sit there and take it, and maybe that would count as the apology that he can't bring himself to give.

He doesn't speak, or even look at Jason as he leaves. Doesn't notice his hoodie being stolen. As soon as the door closes he slams a fist into the wall, leaving yet another scorch mark before sinking to the ground and burying his head in his knees.

[closed] Use it to put me to sleep...

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cw: this is where the skin burning happens

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