"You mean before you turned into a closet-case frat-boy macho-man jerk?" Jason said, smiling, as he sat up, blankets covering the lower half of him.
"Yeah, before then," Oliver said, shooting the smartassery right back at him, "Back when you only had eyes for Lex."
"Hey, you rejected us both. We turned to each other for comfort."
Oliver gave a guilty look until Jason continued, "Of course once we found each other, it was clear that we were both significantly better in bed than you."
Oliver lunged at Jason, laughing, pushing his torso back onto the bed, pinning Jason's hands above his head. "Is that so?"
Jason gave an obscenely lush smile. "Memory can be a tricky thing Oliver. I might need a little more current information to compare. To be sure."
"I would have thought you had enough," Oliver bragged, his finger tracing the evidence of recent activity on Jason's body, the fingernail scratches on the shoulder, the rugburn on the stomach.
"Did I? Funny, I don't seem to recall anything special."
"Now you're really asking for trouble, Jason."
"Maybe this time it'll be memorable."
"No. This time you won't be able to remember anything but a vague blur of desperation. Searing pain and an absurd level of pleasure."
"Big talk, Oliver," Jason mocked, though his body visibly tensed up in anticipation of the promise-threat.
"You know I always keep my promises Jason. And this time I promise you'll feel like you're being yanked in and out of oblivion." Oliver moved his hands downward and pushed hard at the spot right behind Jason's balls, Jason's favorite spot, making him shudder.
"What's wrong, Jason? I thought you wanted to make some smartass comment?" asked Ollie as he continued to work.
Half-dazed, Jason replied, "I forget what I was going to say."
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Date: 2009-05-01 09:16 pm (UTC)"You mean before you turned into a closet-case frat-boy macho-man jerk?" Jason said, smiling, as he sat up, blankets covering the lower half of him.
"Yeah, before then," Oliver said, shooting the smartassery right back at him, "Back when you only had eyes for Lex."
"Hey, you rejected us both. We turned to each other for comfort."
Oliver gave a guilty look until Jason continued, "Of course once we found each other, it was clear that we were both significantly better in bed than you."
Oliver lunged at Jason, laughing, pushing his torso back onto the bed, pinning Jason's hands above his head. "Is that so?"
Jason gave an obscenely lush smile. "Memory can be a tricky thing Oliver. I might need a little more current information to compare. To be sure."
"I would have thought you had enough," Oliver bragged, his finger tracing the evidence of recent activity on Jason's body, the fingernail scratches on the shoulder, the rugburn on the stomach.
"Did I? Funny, I don't seem to recall anything special."
"Now you're really asking for trouble, Jason."
"Maybe this time it'll be memorable."
"No. This time you won't be able to remember anything but a vague blur of desperation. Searing pain and an absurd level of pleasure."
"Big talk, Oliver," Jason mocked, though his body visibly tensed up in anticipation of the promise-threat.
"You know I always keep my promises Jason. And this time I promise you'll feel like you're being yanked in and out of oblivion." Oliver moved his hands downward and pushed hard at the spot right behind Jason's balls, Jason's favorite spot, making him shudder.
"What's wrong, Jason? I thought you wanted to make some smartass comment?" asked Ollie as he continued to work.
Half-dazed, Jason replied, "I forget what I was going to say."