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The music pulsed inside Tim’s skull, seemed to rattle around, envelope his mind and squeeze. He carefully tilted the small glass in his hand, the shot lolling around the glass, not quite hitting his fingers. The lights were harsh, neons that flashed and might have caused a headache to some.
Tim liked clubs. He really did. Even when he was simply watching, as he was, seated at the booth, alone. He was scanning the room for possible toys for the night- someone to take home and fuck and forget. But as it was, no one was catching his interest very much.
He sighed, lifted the shot and tipped his head back. He downed it, grimacing over the burn before he set it down. He stood up, sauntering away, not worried about losing his spot among the VIP section. He owned this club after all- that spot was always left vacant for him. He nodded to the bouncer guarding the roped off section, sliding down the stairs and heading for one of the dance floors. He could lose himself for an hour or two, maybe someone would catch his fancy if they pressed right up to his body. His taste was picky , he knew, but usually he found someone to take him for a night.
He maneuvered around people, eyeing them. He took in details quickly, was good at picking people apart with a single glance. He’d been doing it all his life, silently, from the time he was a child and could memorize the ticks of his instructors, of the headmasters and mistresses he encountered during his studies. Of his parents and the staff and then his new family, after their deaths.
Tim paused when he caught sight of someone not moving. Somehow he didn’t seem out of place, despite that he seemed dressed more than anyone else. The well worn leather of his jacket was an extra layer most patrons weren't wearing. He had his head tipped down, seemed to be speaking with the couple in front of him- and then he was reaching into his jacket, passing off a tiny bag without even a glance around, and accepted a few folded bills. He stuffed them into his jacket as the couple walked away, before turning and moving around a few people.
Tim’s lips quirked into a smile. He had nothing against drugs being sold in his club- hell, if it brought more customers, let the guy . As long as the law didn’t get involved- but he could handle the GCPD. Money talked in Gotham- and he had plenty of that.
What he didn’t have plenty of were people who looked like that stranger. Licking his lips, Tim moved after him, making a point to not look desperate, to move with purpose but not hurriedly. He didn’t lose sight of the man, as he stopped at some steps leading up to a fenced off area near one of the bars, littered with small tables. He turned, leaning against it, hands in his pockets as he looked around the room. Tim stayed within the crowd, took the moment to study him before moving in for his claim. The harsh lights made it hard to really take in too much- but he liked the build of his face, the dark tan to his skin. There was a tuft of white in his fringe, and his build was something Tim liked . Far bigger than him. Full of fight, he hoped.
He squared his shoulders, walking with his chin held high. Walking like a queen , as he always did when he was after something. He paused right in front of the man, who glanced at him, offered a toothy smirk that was everything Tim had hoped it’d be.
“Looking for something?” the guy asked, and Tim folded his arms, inclining his head ever so slightly. His dark hair dusted his cheeks, free and longer than it had been in years. He was thinking he might let it continue to grow.
“Yeah.”
The smirk remained. “Name your poison.”
“You.” Tim didn’t hesitate to say it, and the smirk fell away for a moment. The guy seemed a little taken aback, but that didn’t bother Tim. “How much would you make selling here tonight? I’ll pay you twice that.”
“To do what?” The guy wasn’t running away, which was a good sign. Tim had no qualms paying for what he wanted, if that was how they night went.
“Have a drink with me,” Tim said, “or a few. Keep me company for a few hours. Fuck me.” He never danced around what he wanted, not when he wasn’t denied anything.
The guy still wasn’t running away. He pushed himself off the railing, leaning a little closer, and Tim could see his eyes were gray, this sort of gunmetal that he was sure went black, when he was hungry . “Mhm. Pretty thing like you probably doesn’t need to pay someone.”
Oh, Tim liked his game. He reached up, gripped the guy’s chin without hesitation, leaning a little closer. “I don’t have to,” he admitted, “but you’re nice on my eyes. So, how about it?”
“Buy a guy a drink first and let me think about it.”
Tim could agree to that. He let go of the man’s chin, reaching for his wrist. He grasped it, turning and leading him back through the crowds of people. Never once did he pull away, in fact he followed pretty damn well, back towards the VIP section. Tim flashed a smile as the bouncer moved to the side, and Tim guided his visitor back to his own private booth. He let go of his wrist, just so the man could look at it, before sitting down. “What are you drinking?”
“Whiskey,” the guy said, stretching his arms out over the back of the booth, inclining his head and studying Tim. “Top shelf.” Tim gave a final flash of his teeth, before turning, moving on light feet towards the bar. He barely sauntered up when the bartender was leaving the guest he was talking to, leaning against the counter and flashing her gorgeous smile at him.
Tim ordered, three shots, and watched her take the bottle off the top shelf. She poured them, passing them to him, and Tim nodded his thanks. He held two n one hand, his own separate, and walked back across the dark-lit section, towards his booth.
His guest was where he had left him, one arm down now. He was scrolling through his phone, and Tim didn’t doubt if this was what he did , he was either setting up a deal for later, or working out a possible absence , if he was going to go along with what Tim said. Tim set the two shot glasses in front of him, before sliding into the booth opposite him, leaning against it.
The guy set his phone down, leaning forward and picking up one of the glasses. He turned it, seemed to study the whiskey, before he threw the entire shot back. Tim watched his throat work as he swallowed, shifting and squeezing his thighs tighter together. He’d love to sink his teeth into the meat of this guy’s neck, to be in his lap that very instant .
He settled for resting his chin on his palm, watching as he set the glass down, the man licking his lips. Those eyes flashed towards him, and he leaned forward, folding his arms on the table. “You have my attention.”
That had Tim smiling more. He toyed with his own shot glass. “I meant it. You tell me what you’d make tonight, and I’ll give you twice that. Cash, for a few hours of your time.” The guy was silent, and Tim took it as another point in his favor. “Do you have a name?”
“Jason,” he admitted, picking up his second shot. He threw it back, and Tim told himself not to watch him swallow like that.
“Well Jason,” he offered, sitting up properly and lifting his shot. “I’m Tim. Here’s to a enthralling evening.” He lifted his own shot, then threw it back, and when he glanced back, Jason was staring.
Tim assumed he was putting the name and the offer together, because- “As in Tim Wayne ?”
Tim clicked his tongue. “Some people call me that. But, sure.” He settled his elbows on the table. “That put you off?” Jason shook his head, and Tim smirked. “Good. You know I’m good on my word then. Now, do you dance?”
“Uh-”
“Because I think I’d like you pressed right up against my ass.” He stood up, leaving the shot glasses, and began heading back for the dance floor. He didn’t check to see it Jason was following, because he didn’t doubt he would. Tim had enough faith in his own charms, figured that even without the allure of his money, he might have seduced this man. It just would have taken longer-
And Tim was impatient tonight.
Once on the floor he took a moment to slowly sway, his hips and shoulders beginning to find the rhythm. Only then did he look behind him, and Jason was there, a step back. Tim smirked, reaching up and curling his fingers, beckoning Jason closer. After a moment he moved in, sliding up behind Tim, who took it upon himself to press right back to him. Jason seemed a little tense, and Tim reached back, got hi hands on his hips beneath his jacket. “Relax,” Tim breathed, tipping his head back, resting against Jason’s shoulder. “Trust me, my ass is worth it.”
Jason swallowed, and Tim let his eyes fall shut. Jason reached out, got his hands on his hips, his body beginning to mirror Tim’s. It felt good, coupled with the alcohol buzzing in his system. He wasn’t drunk, but the buzz was nice, made it easier for Tim to move like this. He let his hands release Jason’s hips, reaching up to wind behind his neck, keeping himself close. He didn’t think Jason did this much, but that was okay. His hands on Tim’s hips were promising, and Tim liked how they fit together.
Eventually, Tim turned around, against a change in beat. He slid along Jason’s body, keeping himself close. And when he pushed up on his toes, closed in for a kiss, Jason seemed more than willing. He pulled Tim closer, kept an arm hooked around him and bucked his hips slightly, making Tim sigh. He was hard in his leggings, could blame it on the lack of sex in his life over the past week- but there was something about this guy that made him feel even better. And when he traced Jason’s lips with his tongue, Jason opened, sucked on the muscle and had Tim shivering.
When he couldn’t stand it any longer, Tim grasped his hand. He pulled away, tangled their fingers together and dragged him across the floor, heading for the exit. Outside the air was cool, bit at Tim’s face and exposed arms and brought goosebumps up to the back of his neck. He nodded at the valet, who seemed about ready to go for his car, but Tim beckoned him over quickly.
“I feel like a walk,” he admitted, as the valet handed over his keys. “Where is it?”
“The parking garage, sir. The second to top level.” Tim nodded, hurrying for the corner. He didn’t look back at Jason, focused instead of on his warm hand on the feel of his keys in his hand. The metal was growing hot, pressed to his palm. At this rate, a few hours was going to be an hour, max.
Tim didn’t care. It would still be a good investment.
The parking garage had an elevator, which Tim was grateful for. It was old, creaked and groaned as the door opened- but the moment the door was shut and a button hit, Tim was shoving Jason against the wall. He didn’t fight back, only got his arms around Tim when he pushed up against him, kissed him almost violently. It was tongues and teeth, the sort of rush that Tim needed, as he whined when Jason bit at the muscle, pinching it between shockingly sharp teeth.
“Naughty boy,” Tim mused, one hand fisted in Jason’s jacket, the other in a fist against his chest, still holding his keys. He ground into him as Jason’s hands slid down his back, cupped his ass through his leggings and squeezed, and Tim groaned. “You know what you want.”
“Did I say I wanted you?” Jason asked, as the elevator stopped and the door slid open. Tim giggled, got his teeth on Jason’s bottom lip and tugged.
“Your mouth did,” he whispered, before pulling back. He walked off, pleased to hear Jason’s feet echoing behind him. This level was mostly empty, the cars spaced out- and Tim’s sleek black car stood out to him instantly. He headed for it, hitting the unlock button. The lights blinked, and Tim tugged open one of the back doors, holding it open. Jason paused a few steps back, staring.
“Aren’t we-”
“I’m not waiting,” Tim admitted. “What? Never fucked in a car before?” Jason was quiet, and Tim nodded towards it again. After another moment he walked over, slipping past Tim and climbing in. Tim smiled, getting in himself and tugging the door shut. He didn’t bother with the light, just dropped his keys in the seat and maneuvered himself into Jason’s lap, who had settled right in the middle of the back seat. “Trust,” Tim whispered, getting his hands in the man’s hair and tugging, forcing his head to tip back, “it’s good .”
He kissed at his neck, felt his pulse beneath his tongue as he sucked at it. Jason whined, tipped his head back further, and Tim slid along his lap. He let go of his hair, getting his hands between them and working at Jason’s belt quickly. His nimble fingers had it open quickly, followed by the button. Tim was tugging his zipper down when he finally let go of Jason’s neck, pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
He pressed a hand in, squeezed the very obvious shape of his cock through his underwear. Jason groaned, and Tim’s eyes flashed. “Look how hard you are,” he whispered, narrowing his perfectly lined eyes. “Is it me that did that?”
In response, Jason reached up, tangled Tim’s long hair around his fingers and pulled him back in for a kiss. He shoved his tongue into Tim’s mouth, had Tim quaking in his lap with how badly he needed this. He let go of Jason, pushing himself up more and grasping his leggings. He tugged them down, his underwear as well, sighing when his cock bobbed free. He settled everything beneath the swell of his ass, and Jason’s other hand was grabbing a handful of flesh, squeezing. He groaned into Tim’s mouth- and that only had Tim’s cock twitching more.
Tim broke away, leaning back awkwardly, as Jason let go of him. He shrugged out of his jacket, tearing his tshirt off as Tim rummaged around behind one of the seats, coming back with a little black box. He popped it open, dropping it next to them on the seats and plucking free the small bottle of lube. “Open me up,” he whispered, popping the cap. Jason offered up one hand, and Tim poured lube onto his fingers. A moment later, and Jason was reaching around him, easing his fingers between flesh and teasing Tim’s hole. Tim dropped his forehead down onto Jason’s shoulder, as the man eased two fingers in. They were thick, larger than Tim’s own, but they moved slow enough that the initial push wasn’t unpleasant. Tim sighed, bucking slightly, his cock bumping Jason’s belly, as he pulled his fingers back, before slamming them forward.
Tim whined, mouth falling open. He panted against Jason’s bare skin as his fingers scissored and thrusted, working more to stretch Tim’s body than to hit his nerves. But even that was good, had Tim shivering and nearly drooling. He’d always liked getting fingered, and if he wasn’t so damn intent on getting a look at Jason’s cock and getting it inside him, he might have been tempted to ride him out just like this, head first into his own bliss.
“Fuckin’ hell,” Tim groaned, as Jason curled them and hit his nerves. He shivered all over, grasping at his biceps, enjoying the heavy feel of them in his hand. “Get your cock in me now .”
He could relax enough to take it, he was sure. Tim knew his own body, he was a master over it. So when Jason pulled his fingers out and Tim leaned back, he didn’t hesitate to reach for Jason’s underwear. A little tugging, and he had his cock free, heavy and hot in his hand. Tim squeezed, and Jason groaned, pretty mouth falling open.
Tim wanted to wrap his mouth around it, knew it would make his jaw ache. He could probably come from that too- but it wasn’t what he needed now. He reached back into the box, grabbing a line of condoms. He tore one off, shoving it to Jason’s chest. “On,” he managed, and Jason was taking it, tearing it quickly and reaching down, rolling it onto him. Tim pushed himself higher, shoving his leggings down further, and the moment Jason’s hands fell from his own cock, Tim was slamming himself down onto it.
The thrust burned, mostly from the required stretch. But it didn’t hurt , as far as Tim was concerned. The condom was slick itself, and the lube now inside him made sure of that- and he was tossing his head back, yelling because it felt so damn good to have something inside him again. Jason had his hands on his hips, digging his fingers in with aching force, growling as Tim settled with him fully inside his body. He forced himself to stay like that, for a moment- to pant and let his body accommodate Jason’s thickness-
But he was not a patient man. Not tonight.
Tim pushed himself up, before slamming back down. He grasped at Jason’s shoulders, as the man pushed his face into Tim’s neck, kissed and dragged his tongue up along his pulse. Tim shivered, moaning as Jason nibbled up to his chin, before going right for his mouth. Tim let him kiss him like he was starving- let Jason push his tongue into his mouth and test the sharpness of Tim’s teeth. The hands on his hips were helping to lift him, to make each slam of Tim’s body harder, faster.
Tim was pent up- he knew . But that still didn’t explain how he was so damn close already, how his cock was leaking onto Jason’s belly and twitching with each hit to his prostate. He whined around Jason’s tongue, and when it finally pulled back gasped, “Make me- come already.”
Jason smirked, this smug sort of look that Tim wanted to keep forget. But it was gone as Tim tightened around him, as his eyes nearly shut and he moaned. Tim leaned back in, kissed him again, wet and opened mouthed. The sound of their kiss was nearly louder than the slam of skin on skin, of Tim’s weight forcing it’s way down onto Jason’s lap. It was the pure filth of that, the debauchery of the sound of that sort of kiss, that had Tim giving in, had him whining and coming against Jason’s abs. His cock twitched heavily, spurts of cum sliding down Jason’s darker skin- and then Jason was gasping, was bucking up so hard into Tim that his own whine broke off into a choked sound.
He knew the feeling of someone, when they came. Even if he couldn’t feel that delicious liquid heat, he knew the jerk of Jason’s hips as he emptied inside him, knew the pant of his breath and the way his kiss lost all sense of rhythm. Tim still drank it down, easing the kiss into something slower as Jason began to relax, as Tim settled in his lap and simple clung to him, dragging his nails along his shoulders as he rode out the aftershocks.
Untangling, when they regained their breath was a bit harder. Tim managed to pull his legging and underwear up, before throwing open the door and climbing out to properly adjust things. He didn’t watch as Jason pulled the condom off, tying it off and shoving it into what remained of the foil- as he pulled his clothing into place. Eventually he slid forward, sat on the edge of the seat, feet planted firmly on the floor of the parking garage.
Tim didn’t say a word, was busy finger combing his hair, as Jason fumbled around his jacket. Behind him, Tim heard the distinct sound of a lighter. He closed his eyes, inhaled the smell of smoke, before turning, heading for the front door. He pulled it open, learning in, fully aware that Jason was staring at the swell of his ass. It made him shiver, made him want to bend over the hood of his car and beg Jason to work him back up. To fuck him again, even though Tim didn’t think he could get off, quite yet.
That was okay. By the time he could, he’d be delirious and it’d be perfect .
When he stood back up, turning to face Jason, he found the man watching him. Those eyes weren’t black, seemed to have calmed- and Tim thought it was a shame the light hadn’t been better. He did so want to see every little detail of this man’s face.
Tim held his hand out, offering a few folded bills. “A promise is a promise,” he said, and Jason glanced at it, before looking back up at Tim. He held his cigarette between his lips, taking it and flipping through him, before he shook his head. “You said twice what I’d make here,” he said, and Tim leaned against the open door.
“Yeah, I did. If it’s more tell me.”
That Jason laughing bitterly . “This is closer to three times what I would’ve made.”
So he was honest , despite all this. That made Tim just want to rip him apart more. “You earned it.” Tim leaned forward, plucked the cigarette from Jason’s mouth and took a drag, turning his head and exhaling. “I needed that more than you can know.” He passed the cigarette back, and Jason took another drag, shoving the money into his jacket pocket. He stood up, and Tim felt small, in ways he normally did not. Despite not being tall, he’d always felt bigger than the world.
And anything that made him small- made him want to own. To drag down, to prove that he could have anything . He licked his lips, reached up and grasped Jason by his jacket, pulling him in. The kiss was flavored with smoke and nicotine, but Tim liked it all the more for that. Jason’s tongue was still warm, still willing, and Tim probably could have kept him for the whole night- and if Jason had had any reserves, Tim was sure he could have bought them out.
And yet- “I can take you somewhere,” Tim offered, as Jason dragged another kiss out. “Just… tell me… “ the where that ended that sentence was lost. Tim gripped tighter, tried to chase Jason’s lips when he finally pulled away- but Jason turned, took a drag off his cigarette.
“S’fine,” he offered, tossing the cigarette away. “Night air’s good for me, gatito .” The word rolled off his tongue and Tim furrowed his brow. It sounded Spanish- but he could admit, he wasn’t sure. Jason smirked at that, leaned in and kissed his temple. “Kitten,” he whispered, “maybe because your tongue is pink like one.”
Tim felt color rising in his cheeks- and when had someone last made him blush? He couldn’t recall. But Jason was pulled back, brushing Tim’s hair back affectionately, before moving past him. Tim turned, leaned back against his car, ignoring the fact that two of the doors were open, watching Jason head back for the elevator.
And fighting every urge he had to drag him back into his car, to show him he was no kitten . In fact, if anything- he thought Jason might be the one to make a nice kitten.