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thespherelogs2019-07-16 09:18 pm
smokedout) wrote in thespherelogs2019-07-16 09:18 pm
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[closed] Use it to put me to sleep...
Who: Jason Stevenson (snowjoke) and Jamie Dodger (smokedout)
What: Jason is human again, and it's time to celebrate. It probably won't go as planned.
When: Tuesday night, near midnight.
Where: Dome 200.
Notes: Non-consensual/violent content.
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Dodger had dozed off in front of the TV, but his sleep schedule has never been the best, and he isn't surprised to be fully awake in the middle of the night again. He checks his phone and groans at the time.. but more importantly, Jason had been curled up on his chest when he fell asleep, and the spot where he was feels a bit empty now.
Still a bit off-balance, he stumbles into the kitchen and stands in the doorway for a moment, just watching. There is Jason Stevenson, naked and on all fours in his kitchen. In the back of his mind.. he thinks this might be less frustrating if it was the first time he'd walked into this.
"Should've gotten you a collar."
snowjoke) and Jamie Dodger (smokedout)What: Jason is human again, and it's time to celebrate. It probably won't go as planned.
When: Tuesday night, near midnight.
Where: Dome 200.
Notes: Non-consensual/violent content.
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Dodger had dozed off in front of the TV, but his sleep schedule has never been the best, and he isn't surprised to be fully awake in the middle of the night again. He checks his phone and groans at the time.. but more importantly, Jason had been curled up on his chest when he fell asleep, and the spot where he was feels a bit empty now.
Still a bit off-balance, he stumbles into the kitchen and stands in the doorway for a moment, just watching. There is Jason Stevenson, naked and on all fours in his kitchen. In the back of his mind.. he thinks this might be less frustrating if it was the first time he'd walked into this.
"Should've gotten you a collar."
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"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.
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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."
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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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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
cw: this is where the skin burning happens
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.
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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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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.
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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.
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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.
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"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.
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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.
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"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.
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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.
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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.
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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.