Make love Not War

Her eyes narrowed, truly concerned, and then her face seemed to contort in a form of confusion, shock… vague horror? Either way she was silent for a lot longer than she should have been.

“What?” She said, continuing her reputation for being one of the smartest folk around. There was a moment of several blinks, expressive eyebrows drawn in and up in a clear moment of distress. “You don’t-… what then?” She asked him, uncomfortable that he would have this hanging over her. “Not Sex, that’s fine - what do you want? Drugs? Information? Living on the streets gets you a lot more than you’d think…” She trailed off as though considering why she didn’t use that more often as a bargaining chip. She knew a lot about people around town - just from overhearing.

Zane laughed before he realised she was actually a little confused “You were hungry, I’m an asshole, but I’m not that much of an asshole.” He replied as she offered drugs and things he really wasn’t interested in “Information? About what?” he asked and shook his head “I’m just a mechanic, I don’t need a spy.” he chuckled a little “Honestly, kid, it’s free.”

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“do you expect people not to answer that seriously?” did he look like a dog? no. but who else would stand there staring at a game where a ball was being hit back and forth? he’s seen some boring shit in his life, but this may take the cake. zane doesn’t even have to ask if he wants a beer because that’s always going to be the case, but he still needs to be careful. he probably shouldn’t be having a beer when he needs to go back to the shop to start these tattoos, but if he only has one, that clearly can’t hurt anything can it? “also next time, try barking to establish your dominance. maybe they won’t ask you to go fetch.”

“Ass.” he said with a roll of his eyes. Though really, he hadn’t expected anything less from Jason, he was bound to have a witty comment and a smirk hidden away, just waiting to come out. He gave a sarcastic snort at the barking comment and ordered them both a beer “I don’t bark, I’m all bite.” he replied with a small smirk tugging at his lips, taking the beer and siping on it “Didn’t think this was your thing, or are you just here to show your face.”

Her smile visibly became plastic for a moment. She seemed to swallow thickly, eyes glassy, perhaps a little sad or scared. It was gone in an instant - if Zane blinked, he would have missed it - and her bright, manic expression was back.

“I mean, I suppose if you want to be boring you can sit across from me and do nothing.” She shrugged in a blase manner, head running with memories of hands she didn’t want on her feeling in places she didn’t want to share. They were always cold and clammy and made her want to urge. “But the offer is still there.” She persisted, not fully regretting saying it, but knowing she owed him something for this meal. She should offer what she was willing to give now before he took what he wanted in exhange later. 

“I don’t need anything, it’s just a meal.” he said and smiled “Though you’re hot, I’m kind of in a thing.” Was he? Fuck, honestly he didn’t know what was going on with him and Jason, but either way, he was happy just fucking the other man right now, and she didn’t seem like she was here for sex, just the food.

“Same time tomorrow sweetheart?” he asked, wondering if she wanted food on a regular basis, and if she really wasn’t able to afford it, he was going to help.

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Zane went to the Spring Bash because his coworkers begged him to, said they’d see him there, and as much as he didn’t give a shit what people thought, he did need to show his face. The only upside was that he bumped in to Jason while he was there.

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“Well…” She said consideringly. She had on tight black shorts on under her overalls, and the crop top looked cute with everything covered, but removing the denim cover would easily make her a certain brand of desireable. “I mean it’s been a while since I gave a dance like that, but I’m not opposed.” She shrugged. “You’re handsome, remember?” She teased him. Vaguely she wondered what he did for work, but she realised that she would know him if he was important to her life before now. So not at the night club and not at the autoshop. And unless Mr Jeffries got plastic surgery, Zane definitely wasn’t her apartment building’s maintenance man. 

Well well, she had some spunk. It was hot, cute too, and he smiled at her “Oh, so now ya prostituting yourself out for a meal and some drinks?” Zane chuckled and shook his head, watching her “You really dont need to. I’m not that type of guy.” Not the kind of guy to trade food for a favour, especially when she genuinely seemed hungry.

Adrian had been expecting some kind of embarrassing song, instead what came out of the guitar were the chords to a nickelback song. Well, that was a surprise, he didn’t think they were counted as a guilty pleasure, but still, he accompanied the melody with his voice, grinning at his friend.

She smiled, might pout if she had meant it seriously. However, she hadn’t, and his response, getting him to laugh, made her feel good. She could feel something deep within - something biological - soothed. She’d feel bad using him to satisfy herself for the month like this, but it was this or finding a dominant. And she didn’t like many dominants.

“What ifff~,” she sang, expression saying that she hoped to tempt him. “I stayed and then didn’t ask for anymore food or drink, and your money got to stay in your wallet?” She raised her brows, hands out in an offering gesture. “Eh, eh? Good company and keeping your money! It’s like a free lap dance.” She shrugged.

Oh shit, she wanted to stay too. How long for? Did this girl have no money and no friends? He was starting to get a little concerned she was slightly crazy. He listened to her offer, wondering if he even had a choice. “I think I’d rather have the lap dance.” he teased and chuckled. “Look, I can’t stay here all day, i have work later, but you can stay. It’s a free country.” And when he had enough, Zane could just get up and leave.

“You can bet your ass on it.” Adrian may not look like it, rather, he looked like the spoiled trust fund young adult that he was, but he had won quite a few fights on his lifetime. “I don’t know, something with bite to it?” Adrian shook his head “Nah, man, I’m not much of a lyricist.” he depended on his band mates to know what to actually write down on paper “Unless you know one of ours.”

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“Alright, guilty pleasure then.” he said with a smirk, shaking his head as he thought of what to play. His fingers gave a quick strum of the guitar before he started belting out some Nickelback. Everyone knew a bit of Nickelback even if they didn’t want to admit it.

Noticing who it was, Adrian gave a smile at his friend before snorting at the nickname “You call me Addie again and I’m kicking you off the rock.” he warned good naturedly, passing the guitar to Zane “Oh yeah?” as if he didn’t know it. It had been his love for motorcycles and music that had made the two of them such quick friends “How about you play something and I give you the vocals to them?”

Well, it was tempting, to see if Adrian could actually kick his ass, but he wasn’t in the mood for a scuffle. “Yeah?” he moved up and took the guitar with a small chuckle “Okay, what do you want me to play? Or should I just do my own thing? Can you make lyrics up on the spot?”

     “You’ll get whatever I give you.” She challenged, ushering him from the chair so she could give the station a quick wipe down before joining him at the next station, draping a towel around his shoulders before he could get too comfortable.. “Don’t move too much or you might drown.” She teased, testing the water temperature and pressure before running the nozzle along his scalp, nails simultaneously scratching with gentle pressure.

As long as she knew if he didn’t like it, they’d find her strangled with her own straighteners cord on the floor, “I won’t. But I also don’t trust you.” Zane admitted as he leaned back. He had to admit, he did love the way it felt when a hairdresser washed his hair.

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IS THAT WHAT HE WANTED? he wasn’t going to ask twice, that’s for certain. whatever he had with zane, he didn’t have it with anyone else. he didn’t think he’d ever have it with anyone else. the two of them had some sort of understanding and even though jason was a complete asshole to him most of the time, that never stopped him from doing what he needed to do. even inside the bathroom, jason couldn’t help the grin plastered on his features as he was pressed against the wall, his hand coming to curl against his work shirt, pulling him even closer. his touch always sent him over the edge and it never mattered where they were or what they were doing. he highly doubted it was love, but it was something.

“knew you’d follow me. you always follow me.” he muttered against his mouth, his hands quickly coming to work at his shirt, fingers unbuttoning buttons. truthfully, he just wanted him out of it. he didn’t know how much time they’d actually have before someone found them in the bathroom, but he also couldn’t say he really cared. neither of them had even looked to see if anyone was stuck in here, so he doubted they’d care if someone just watched.

“take it off.” he was trying to control himself, but he always had an issue doing that. ripping his work shirt wasn’t going to help either of them, though. he had a job to do and jason needed his fix so he could leave and grab his bike later on. that’s how it worked. it’s how they worked. he had managed to unbutton his shirt entirely, not bothering to push it off his shoulders before he went directly for the work pants next, hands tugging the belt free of its loops before he popped the button and unzipped his pants, mouth moving across his jaw and down his neck, teeth grazing over skin. 

The asshole part of Jason never put Zane off, it amused him, frustrated him, but never made him want to walk away. Jason was unique, and interesting, and whatever they had, he enjoyed it. They were connected, in some deep strange way, and that was enough for him. 

Touching Jason was like waking up from a deep freeze, like finally feeling warm and alive even though he never knew he was missing it.The kiss between them seemed to turn the bathroom in to the fucking Ritz. “Yeah okay, shut up!” he replied with a smirk against the others kisses. His tongue enjoying the way Jason tasted,  teasing his mouth as his fingers stroking along the hemline of the other’s shirt when he heard Jace tell him to take it off he hummed a little. He supposed it was a good job they weren’t just ripping clothes off, considering he was in uniform. 

Unbuttoning his shirt, he shrugged out of it and let it drop to the floor, quickly untying his overall that had been around his waist and letting it fall down he made short work of his fly, before he was taking hold of Jason’s hips, glad they were both shirtless and ready to go. 

“Stop barking orders at me.” he said with a small growl, a gruff tone to his voice as his hands slipped into Jason’s open pants and gripped his ass, pulling his crotch against his own. It wasn’t long till his fingers had worked their way in to those briefs and his index finger was circling the other mans hole, stroking along his crack, teasing him “Say please.”

“Well then, Zane.” She lifted her-his-her drink and clinked it against his new one. “Here’s to being handsome.” She beamed, sipping on the drink and then slowly drinking more and more and more. It was almost gone before she put it down again. “Couldn’t be a cheek and ask for another could i?” She asked him with a sheepish smile.

Her knife and fork her in her hands, cutting into the pancakes that were placed in front of her. She adored the fluffy texture but didn’t get them often. Her feet swung under her chair in happiness.

“No!” he said with a smirk as she asked for another “No, you fucking can’t.” Laughing, he shook his head, this girl was unbelievable but it was kind of cute “Now eat your damn pancakes and leave. I’d like the rest of my money to stay in my wallet.” he chuckled.