pull me like an animal out of a hole (ch.2) preview | jaytim | E
He followed Tim up to his bedroom, mouth stuffed full of mushy goodness and eyes glued to the way Tim’s silk shorts rode up his inner thighs. For his part, he had changed into civvies, a mostly bloodstain-free white tank and jeans. Sweatpants had been tempting, but Tim made him want to wear something akin to real clothes.
They ended up on the bed, Jason’s plate clean and Tim perched on his lap like he was made to be there. The silk was soft under his calloused fingertips, almost like it wasn’t there at all. “How was your night? You’ve been quiet,” Tim said.
“Busy.” He caught himself tightening his grip on Tim’s thighs and forced his hands to relax. “Met with Roman.”
“Sionis?”
“The same.” Tim swallowed, but he couldn’t gauge much else about his thoughts. “I couldn’t stand knowing he’d done that to you. Hurt you. No consequences. I had to do something.”
Tim was very, very still.
“I killed him, baby bird. I tortured him, and then I killed him. Do you want me to go?”
He swallowed again, twitching back into hesitant motion. His eyes were fixed on Jason’s. “W—what…how did you do it? How’d you…kill him?”
“You really wanna know?”
He nodded.
“In the end, all I did was break his neck.” It felt like they were two animals, circling, claws raised, but never striking. “I couldn’t let him walk away. I’m not sorry. It was for you. To protect you. So you never have to wake up knowing he’s still out there.” It was for him, too, maybe more so than Tim, and that was the unfortunate truth.
“I, um,” Tim shifted in his lap, “what else? You tortured him?”
He ran a hand down to Tim’s knee, squeezing gently. “You want a confession? Gonna tell all this to a better bat?”
Tim shook his head hurriedly. “No. No, Jason, it’s,” he bit his lip, rocking forward. It was then that he felt the hardness press into him. A small wet spot had formed on Tim’s silky little shorts. “Please. Tell me.”
