with a grain of salt

All of this felt far too good to be true as Daniel stripped down to his own underwear and then pulled Jason back to his side, but for once, Jason squashed his paranoia and simply scooted in closer. His breath coming out as a shaky, dreamy sigh at all the skin on skin contact he was met with, as he practically sat half on top of Daniel’s lap. His own arm idly settling around Daniel’s shoulders while Jason’s lips tickled with the brush of the other man’s breath. “Christ, will you just ki–” Words cut off by a brief, chaste kiss, Jason rested his hand along the back of Daniel’s head and brought him back in for a deeper one, softly moaning into the press of lips.

Daniel’s hand came into contact with the bottom of Jason’s body, prompting him in. A squeeze and a light smack were given as the kiss intensified guiding those hips to grind. As he leaned away  he pushed Jason up so instead mouth to mouth, he had that warm groin close to him. Face buried in just to take a hint of his scent teeth grasping at the fabric to air it more and release the scent in the air. 

Daniel’s hand returned to his skin and Jason felt like he was rising above seawater to suck in his first breath of fresh air. The breadth of his chest pushed out into Daniel’s hand as he softly groaned from just the simple touch to his chest. And there it was, the invitation— intentions made clear, and Jason chewed on the inside of his cheek as he debated on what to do next. “I think you’re right,” he finally decided, kicking insecurities aside before he stripped out of his shirt and kicked his pants off. Of course, the tight black briefs that he still wore did little to hide the scars that littered his body, from his broad shoulders and down to tree trunk thick thighs. “Your turn…”

Jason watched Daniel out of the corner of his eye as the bigger man moved about his place, trying to truly size the guy up and figure out what he wanted from all this, when Daniel returned and fit Jason back to his very warm side like it was the most natural thing to do. Like he wanted to do it. It was exhilarating, and unnerving. And even though Jason wasn’t really in the mood for beer, he still took the one offered and drowned most of it in one go. His chest pushed out with a harsh breath when he finally sat the mostly empty bottle down. “Don’t mention it… And nah, no, it’s all good. I just don’t usually do, uh— this type of thing…” he answered and turned to see if Daniel understood what he was getting at without him needing to clarify.

Allowing a near stranger into his house and being touched so often was far out of Jason’s comfort zone, and yet Daniel’s touch only felt comforting, even as that large and heavy hand found the nape of his neck. His lips parted with a soft, shaky breath when those strong fingers caressed through messy curls and Jason let his eyes fall shut in response, if only so they didn’t remained glued to where Daniel’s legs were splayed so invitingly wide. “Then, uh– go grab something from the fridge, you big oaf. I’m sure you can find it…” Jason cleared his throat and did his best to compose himself. His own legs crossed at the ankles with thick thighs squeezed together to hide any stirring that occurred in the crotch of his jeans.  

Alchemy

Frozen’s spirits.

Elemental spirits concept.

Philosophic elements.

Golden Sun

ATLA’s element benders and the spirits tied to the first

Jason watched Daniel out of the corner of his eye and only turned to face the other man when he dropped onto the couch, with his legs spread wide like a beacon of invitation. “Alright, you’re starting to make me curious about who you are, I’ll say that— talking like you’re the next Denzel Washington,” he retorted and stopped in front of Daniel to give the other man a long, considering look, just to see if a spark of recognition would be lit. Jason finally shrugged after a long moment and chalked it up to ego or him being out of the loop, or a combination of them both. “No, but they did say something that pissed me off…” And he left it at that. His fingers shoved through his bangs to comb back stark strands of hair as he plopped down on the couch himself. “I’d offer you some refreshments or shit but, I’m a terrible host,” he shrugged into the couch, half leaning into Daniel’s side of the sofa. 

“What makes you think I didn’t fantasize about you on the walk over here…?” Jason shot back just to see if he could trip up the other man and all his seemingly easy charisma. Though, if he was being truthful, he had definitely spent a moment or two wondering what Daniel would look like naked since the other man had stripped out of his jacket, which he hung up by the door as he kicked his shoes off. Licking his own lips, Jason stepped past Daniel and patted the larger man on his firm, broad chest. “Don’t get ahead of yourself… who says you get the privilege of seeing what my tongue can really do, big fella?”

Jason barked out a laugh at Daniel’s comment but didn’t offer a response. His tongue was suddenly too tied-up in all the memories of what it had been like to be thirteen and capable of taking down five men with Bruce’s guidance, and so instead, he focused on the pressing lack of personal space, once again, and just how perfectly he seemed to fit into the bigger man’s side. It made Jason shiver and then mentally kick himself for how easy he was. “Should I? Am I harming your ego by not asking for an autograph…?” he gently mocked and slipped his finger into Daniel’s belt loop to coax the bigger man down a back alley and to the only door that would access his shitty, hidden apartment.

A lifetime ago and Jason wouldn’t have reacted too well to a sudden lack of personal space, but he had enough experience now to simply suck in a harsh breath and read the situation. His shoulders tense and hands rested against Daniel’s elbows as he waited for the group to stroll by and take the need to blend in with them. Not that his body seemed to mind the warmth that’s brought with the looming weight of Daniel’s frame, in fact, he’s so stricken by the sudden lack of warmth and just how much he wanted it back that Jason took the offered jacket without a single word. His eyes glued to way white cotton stretched over the breadth of Daniel’s chest as he allowed the heavy leather to hang on his shoulders, arms still free, and then nodded his head to the side. “Come on, then… I’m not getting any younger and you’re not getting any more charming,” he retorted, finding his usual footing while beginning to lead the way.