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om_mainSteve and Jack disappear to the projector room during the Virgin antics.
Warning: Faded to black (mostly) smut.
The Rocky Horror night was off to a great start. The Institute's Thanksgiving dinner and barely been finished before a couple cars were packed with students and their coats and bags of costumes to change into (though a few had bravely headed out in full costume). Although they'd had to wait, shivering in front of the theater for a while, the doors had finally opened, and the theater was plenty warm.
Which Jack appreciated, as he stood in the middle of everything in nothing but golden boxers and some gold spray-painted flipflops. There was even a shine of some golden body glitter that Claudia had found for the occasion.
Well, that and his collar: a nice little piece of leather, with a silver ring in the front to connect the leash.
Which, despite much blushing, Steve had yet to let go of.
More than that, he'd bravely agreed to let Jack and Claudia dress him for the event. They'd dressed him as Frank, but spared him the high heels and corset top, opting instead for boots over fishnets, a short pair of black shorts, a tight-fitting sequined tank top, a replica of Frank's pearl necklace, and - perhaps Jack's favorite part - finished the look with black lipstick.
They'd managed the pre-pre-show loitering/socializing/costuming just fine, but Jack knew just what he was doing when the doors opened and everyone started to crowd in. Pulling over inconspicuously, he waited until he felt the leash go taut, then met Steve's eyes with one of his best 'come hither' looks and tempting smile.
By the time they got to the theater, Steve had almost forgotten that he was holding a leash. A leash attached to Jack. And then Jack stopped moving and Steve felt a sudden jerk in his hand and he glanced back to where Jack had stopped. Stopped and was giving him this look that just made Steve swallow thickly. He only glanced to make sure that no one noticed that they were leaving and then followed - or really, led - Jack away from the crowd.
Now he was vividly aware of the leash in his hand and the leather collar wrapped around Jack's neck and he could feel Jack's eyes on him as if Jack had already wrapped his arms around Steve.
"Take a left," Jack murmured near Steve's ear. A quick scan of the hall they were in yielded a likely looking door. "Second on the right." He let his lips brush Steve's ear just once before falling back a bit, enjoying the tug of the leash - and the view.
"You planned this," Steve accused softly. How else would Jack know how and where to give him directions? Not that he found himself caring a great deal. His entire face felt hot because he just knew that everyone had seen them go no matter how careful he'd been, but the rest of him just wanted Jack to find them a place to stop so he could focus on what Jack was - or rather wasn't - wearing.
Technically, Jack had only hoped (and maybe even schemed a bit), but he didn't bother denying anything. He just let that all-natural, sin-dipped grin spread on his face in case Steve cared to look. "You're the one holding the leash," Jack reminded him just as quietly, letting the leash pull tight again, waiting for Steve to give it a tug. "I'm following you."
"And you're backseat driving," Steve said before he really thought about what else the words could imply. "I might be the one in front, but which of us is the one who knows where he's going?" Because he'd never been in the theater before and Jack was the one giving directions. Of course, he was the one following those directions. And he followed them right into...was this the projection room?
Jack just chuckled, pretty sure Steve was just covering for his nerves and blushing. "It was a lucky guess," he said, a little louder now that they were alone. He'd shut the door behind them, and his instinct was to quit waiting, close the distance between them and get his hands on Steve's body--
But tonight he was on a leash; he was going to behave until Steve told him not to. The anticipation put a spark in his eye as he looked Steve over hungrily. With a darker chuckle and a hum, he added, "Mm, very lucky."
Steve turned to look at Jack properly and shook his head. He couldn't imagine going out like that. It was hard enough being out like he was, although he had to admit that he'd nearly forgotten about the clothes he was wearing. At least he had until Jack started looking at him like that.
He found himself wrapping his hand around the leash, pulling Jack in until he was close enough to kiss. "How lucky?" he asked.
Letting himself be reeled in, Jack stopped just close enough that he could feel the heat of Steve's body without touching. He ducked in for a kiss but paused, playing with the millimeter of space between them. He wanted to taste that lipstick, to make a mess of it, to see how it looked with bits of gold body glitter in it...
Then, with a smirk, he leaned around to Steve's ear instead. "As lucky as you want to be."
"Tease," Steve muttered. He tilted his head and ran his teeth along Jack's jaw. He knew Jack wasn't teasing, not exactly, but he'd still expected that the first thing that would have happened would have happened once they'd entered the room would have been Jack's lips on his.
Jack gave a slight tug on the leash between them, which incidentally caused Steve's hand to brush against the warm, bare skin of his chest. "Don't like it?" he asked, tilting his head ever so slightly as Steve did that wonderful thing. He wanted more, wanted to feel Steve's hands on his body, wanted to leave a mark on his skin... Meeting Steve's eyes again with a look that was half playful, half hungry, he murmured, "Make me stop."
"You're you. I don't think I could make you stop if I wanted to." But it wasn't that hard to see what Jack was looking for, not when he felt the sudden jerk in his hand, and so he wrapped the leash around his hand until it was taught and used it to tug Jack in for a kiss. He let out a soft sigh of relief when lips met lips. The sensation was slightly odd. The lips had never been slick before. At least not from more than chapstick.
Jack didn't care; he liked it immediately. His hands drifted up to settle on Steve's arms, holding him close without pushing for more. They were tucked away in a dark projection room, wearing Rocky Horror costumes and playing with a leash, and yet the thought that skittered through Jack's mind was I could kiss him forever...
He'd gotten used to ignoring thoughts like that by now, of course. He knew he was in too deep. Still, he felt this one, and immediately deepened the kiss, pulling Steve a little closer, urging him on.
Sometimes (really, most of the time), Steve didn't understand how Jack thought. When he wasn't interested in sex - like during an actual emotional discussion or argument - Jack was all ready to go. When it was the reverse, Jack was...what? Acting shy? As soon as that particular thought entered his mind, Steve rejected it. He wasn't sure he ever had or ever would see Jack shy.
Jack still didn't think he was shy, did he? Well, okay, maybe because they were in a public place and Jack was all but naked and...
And then he felt Jack's tongue slide against his own and he forgot what he was thinking about.
Jack didn't hesitate anymore; he kissed Steve right up against a wall, then slowly rocked their hips together. For all that Jack was the one on the leash, there was something possessive in the way he was kissing, in the way his body pressed against Steve's.
Steve had to admit that he hadn't been too sure about the outfit - his or Jack's - but the reaction it was getting and the ability to just smooth a hand over Jack's bare back? That was something that made the outfits worth it. More than worth it.
Finally relinquishing Steve's lips, Jack moved his kisses down Steve's jaw and to his neck. He tugged briefly with his teeth at the necklace, then kissed the skin under it. His hands slipped under the sequined shirt, grazing over the sensitive skin there.
Between kisses, he mumbled against Steve's skin, punctuating with an occasional nip. "God, you look so hot tonight..."
Steve shivered from the words as much as the sudden feel of hands against his bare skin. "You're the one with nothing on," he murmured. And then, just for fun, he pulled at the waistband of the little Jack was wearing and then let it snap back into place.
Jack let out a reluctant hiss, and (with a smirk) considered himself chastised. "Thought you liked me better naked," he teased, breathing a laugh against Steve's neck. "But if you don't think you look so, so tempting in those fishnets...." He let his hands slip down to get a firm grip on Steve's ass, pulling their hips tight together, arousal obvious. "...by all means, let me convince you."
Steve found himself rubbing up against Jack before he could think about it. His body was certainly agreeing with what Jack was saying and his mind was beginning to follow suit, never mind the bad location or the fact that the movie he was dressed up for was going to start...at some point. All he wanted to do was let Jack convince him of anything.
As Steve started melting into the moment, Jack kissed him again, pleading wordlessly for more. One hand found Steve's, tangling their fingers and pinning Steve's hand to the wall behind him.
Jack's other hand gave Steve's ass one last, rough grab before moving up and forward. His fingers skimmed neatly under the fabric at Steve's waistband, which was all the access he needed - he plunged his hand down the front of Steve's shorts.
If there was anything people knew about Jack, it was that he wasn't shy. No, actually, if there was anything people knew about Jack it was that he was bold. Because Steve wasn't shy, but he wasn't often bold. Not like this. But there was something about Jack that made Steve throw caution to the wind because instead of shoving Jack's hand away and telling him that this wasn't the time or place, Steve just moaned and arched into the hand shoved down his shorts.
Jack couldn't help rocking forward too. He gave Steve a last, delving kiss, then leaned in to run his tongue along the rim of Steve's ear. "I want you," he murmured, then started sinking to his knees, already tugging fabric out of the way with his eyes on Steve, teasing, seducing, and asking permission all at once. "Say yes?"
Steve tugged reflexively at the leash even as his eyes went wide with the implication. His tongue darted out and licked at his lips and he found himself nodding before he could even come up with reasons to say no. He already knew that Jack could talk him into all the worst - and best - ideas. "Yes."
***
Jack wasn't sure how long they'd been gone - certainly long enough to have missed the Virgin Games, and probably even the beginning of the movie by now - but he had zero regrets. This quickie sneak-away had been a little less quick (and even more enjoyable) than he'd expected. God, he loved pushing Steve's boundaries. Add 'public place' to the list.
And fishnets and lipstick. Grinning, and still breathing a little heavily, he let his hands skim over Steve again. "Well that was fun."
Steve pulled him in for a kiss, despite the fact that the lipstick was all but gone. And only after the kiss did he reach for his pants to start tugging them up. "Everything else you say is usually exaggeration. That's an understatement." He smiled and shook his head. "I don't get you sometimes." But then he didn't have to 'get' Jack to want him in his life. He was started to understand that.
Once his pants were back in place, he cocked his head. "How do I look?" Fit for company, he meant.
The truth was, Steve looked deliciously ruffled. His shirt still needed straightening, and he had shades of that lipstick smeared around his lips and down his neck (Jack's fault, he was pleased to say). And of course, Jack's body glitter wasn't exactly subtle on Steve's all black outfit.
"Perfect," Jack practically purred, tone sure to give away that his definition of 'perfect' probably wasn't what Steve was looking for. He held his hands out slightly, inviting Steve to look over his body. "And me?"
"Not what I meant, Jack," Steve said, voice somewhere between a sigh and a laugh. He attempted to rub off the lipstick on Jack's face - and everywhere else his lips had happened to end up - and tried to remind himself not to go in for another kiss. Because if he started again, they weren't going to get to the movie at all. There was nothing he could, or would, do about the hickey on Jack's neck.
Jack did nothing to help, grinning shamelessly under Steve's attempts to clean him up. He knew exactly what Steve was thinking, and was more than half-tempted to rekindle things himself. It wouldn't take much. Both their bodies were still buzzing, nerves ready to spark at the slightest touch. He slid an arm around Steve's back, just enough to suggest. "So, how bad do you want to see this movie?"
Steve's jaw set. "We're going back," he said, pushing Jack back enough that he could get out of his grasp. "We're the ones - well, I'm the one - who got everyone to go out. I'm not just leaving them through the entire movie. And neither are you. Come on." And he would just have to stop by a mirror on the way down if Jack wouldn't tell him whether he was passable.
Chuckling, Jack caught Steve from behind and moved in to nibble his earlobe for just a moment. "Alright then." Steve was right of course (though it was still tempting). But after the movie it'd be back to school, with a private room and a holiday the next morning. "To be continued?"
"Oh yes," Steve agreed. Because even if they did get back to the show, Jack would still be mostly naked through most of it. "But only once we get back to your room. Which meant when they stopped at the bathroom so Steve could see the damage, Jack wasn't allowed to pull him into one of the stalls. And he wasn't allowed to pull Jack.
"Deal," Jack agreed, pulling away from Steve abruptly (just so Steve would miss the attention - nothing like a little frustration to sweeten the pot) and heading toward the door. With a grin and a little eyebrow flick, he added, "As long as you promise to touch up that lipstick again before we get there."
Steve narrowed his eyes and took up the slack he'd given in the leash. "Come on," he said with a tug. "And maybe we'll give you some lipstick."
Warning: Faded to black (mostly) smut.
The Rocky Horror night was off to a great start. The Institute's Thanksgiving dinner and barely been finished before a couple cars were packed with students and their coats and bags of costumes to change into (though a few had bravely headed out in full costume). Although they'd had to wait, shivering in front of the theater for a while, the doors had finally opened, and the theater was plenty warm.
Which Jack appreciated, as he stood in the middle of everything in nothing but golden boxers and some gold spray-painted flipflops. There was even a shine of some golden body glitter that Claudia had found for the occasion.
Well, that and his collar: a nice little piece of leather, with a silver ring in the front to connect the leash.
Which, despite much blushing, Steve had yet to let go of.
More than that, he'd bravely agreed to let Jack and Claudia dress him for the event. They'd dressed him as Frank, but spared him the high heels and corset top, opting instead for boots over fishnets, a short pair of black shorts, a tight-fitting sequined tank top, a replica of Frank's pearl necklace, and - perhaps Jack's favorite part - finished the look with black lipstick.
They'd managed the pre-pre-show loitering/socializing/costuming just fine, but Jack knew just what he was doing when the doors opened and everyone started to crowd in. Pulling over inconspicuously, he waited until he felt the leash go taut, then met Steve's eyes with one of his best 'come hither' looks and tempting smile.
By the time they got to the theater, Steve had almost forgotten that he was holding a leash. A leash attached to Jack. And then Jack stopped moving and Steve felt a sudden jerk in his hand and he glanced back to where Jack had stopped. Stopped and was giving him this look that just made Steve swallow thickly. He only glanced to make sure that no one noticed that they were leaving and then followed - or really, led - Jack away from the crowd.
Now he was vividly aware of the leash in his hand and the leather collar wrapped around Jack's neck and he could feel Jack's eyes on him as if Jack had already wrapped his arms around Steve.
"Take a left," Jack murmured near Steve's ear. A quick scan of the hall they were in yielded a likely looking door. "Second on the right." He let his lips brush Steve's ear just once before falling back a bit, enjoying the tug of the leash - and the view.
"You planned this," Steve accused softly. How else would Jack know how and where to give him directions? Not that he found himself caring a great deal. His entire face felt hot because he just knew that everyone had seen them go no matter how careful he'd been, but the rest of him just wanted Jack to find them a place to stop so he could focus on what Jack was - or rather wasn't - wearing.
Technically, Jack had only hoped (and maybe even schemed a bit), but he didn't bother denying anything. He just let that all-natural, sin-dipped grin spread on his face in case Steve cared to look. "You're the one holding the leash," Jack reminded him just as quietly, letting the leash pull tight again, waiting for Steve to give it a tug. "I'm following you."
"And you're backseat driving," Steve said before he really thought about what else the words could imply. "I might be the one in front, but which of us is the one who knows where he's going?" Because he'd never been in the theater before and Jack was the one giving directions. Of course, he was the one following those directions. And he followed them right into...was this the projection room?
Jack just chuckled, pretty sure Steve was just covering for his nerves and blushing. "It was a lucky guess," he said, a little louder now that they were alone. He'd shut the door behind them, and his instinct was to quit waiting, close the distance between them and get his hands on Steve's body--
But tonight he was on a leash; he was going to behave until Steve told him not to. The anticipation put a spark in his eye as he looked Steve over hungrily. With a darker chuckle and a hum, he added, "Mm, very lucky."
Steve turned to look at Jack properly and shook his head. He couldn't imagine going out like that. It was hard enough being out like he was, although he had to admit that he'd nearly forgotten about the clothes he was wearing. At least he had until Jack started looking at him like that.
He found himself wrapping his hand around the leash, pulling Jack in until he was close enough to kiss. "How lucky?" he asked.
Letting himself be reeled in, Jack stopped just close enough that he could feel the heat of Steve's body without touching. He ducked in for a kiss but paused, playing with the millimeter of space between them. He wanted to taste that lipstick, to make a mess of it, to see how it looked with bits of gold body glitter in it...
Then, with a smirk, he leaned around to Steve's ear instead. "As lucky as you want to be."
"Tease," Steve muttered. He tilted his head and ran his teeth along Jack's jaw. He knew Jack wasn't teasing, not exactly, but he'd still expected that the first thing that would have happened would have happened once they'd entered the room would have been Jack's lips on his.
Jack gave a slight tug on the leash between them, which incidentally caused Steve's hand to brush against the warm, bare skin of his chest. "Don't like it?" he asked, tilting his head ever so slightly as Steve did that wonderful thing. He wanted more, wanted to feel Steve's hands on his body, wanted to leave a mark on his skin... Meeting Steve's eyes again with a look that was half playful, half hungry, he murmured, "Make me stop."
"You're you. I don't think I could make you stop if I wanted to." But it wasn't that hard to see what Jack was looking for, not when he felt the sudden jerk in his hand, and so he wrapped the leash around his hand until it was taught and used it to tug Jack in for a kiss. He let out a soft sigh of relief when lips met lips. The sensation was slightly odd. The lips had never been slick before. At least not from more than chapstick.
Jack didn't care; he liked it immediately. His hands drifted up to settle on Steve's arms, holding him close without pushing for more. They were tucked away in a dark projection room, wearing Rocky Horror costumes and playing with a leash, and yet the thought that skittered through Jack's mind was I could kiss him forever...
He'd gotten used to ignoring thoughts like that by now, of course. He knew he was in too deep. Still, he felt this one, and immediately deepened the kiss, pulling Steve a little closer, urging him on.
Sometimes (really, most of the time), Steve didn't understand how Jack thought. When he wasn't interested in sex - like during an actual emotional discussion or argument - Jack was all ready to go. When it was the reverse, Jack was...what? Acting shy? As soon as that particular thought entered his mind, Steve rejected it. He wasn't sure he ever had or ever would see Jack shy.
Jack still didn't think he was shy, did he? Well, okay, maybe because they were in a public place and Jack was all but naked and...
And then he felt Jack's tongue slide against his own and he forgot what he was thinking about.
Jack didn't hesitate anymore; he kissed Steve right up against a wall, then slowly rocked their hips together. For all that Jack was the one on the leash, there was something possessive in the way he was kissing, in the way his body pressed against Steve's.
Steve had to admit that he hadn't been too sure about the outfit - his or Jack's - but the reaction it was getting and the ability to just smooth a hand over Jack's bare back? That was something that made the outfits worth it. More than worth it.
Finally relinquishing Steve's lips, Jack moved his kisses down Steve's jaw and to his neck. He tugged briefly with his teeth at the necklace, then kissed the skin under it. His hands slipped under the sequined shirt, grazing over the sensitive skin there.
Between kisses, he mumbled against Steve's skin, punctuating with an occasional nip. "God, you look so hot tonight..."
Steve shivered from the words as much as the sudden feel of hands against his bare skin. "You're the one with nothing on," he murmured. And then, just for fun, he pulled at the waistband of the little Jack was wearing and then let it snap back into place.
Jack let out a reluctant hiss, and (with a smirk) considered himself chastised. "Thought you liked me better naked," he teased, breathing a laugh against Steve's neck. "But if you don't think you look so, so tempting in those fishnets...." He let his hands slip down to get a firm grip on Steve's ass, pulling their hips tight together, arousal obvious. "...by all means, let me convince you."
Steve found himself rubbing up against Jack before he could think about it. His body was certainly agreeing with what Jack was saying and his mind was beginning to follow suit, never mind the bad location or the fact that the movie he was dressed up for was going to start...at some point. All he wanted to do was let Jack convince him of anything.
As Steve started melting into the moment, Jack kissed him again, pleading wordlessly for more. One hand found Steve's, tangling their fingers and pinning Steve's hand to the wall behind him.
Jack's other hand gave Steve's ass one last, rough grab before moving up and forward. His fingers skimmed neatly under the fabric at Steve's waistband, which was all the access he needed - he plunged his hand down the front of Steve's shorts.
If there was anything people knew about Jack, it was that he wasn't shy. No, actually, if there was anything people knew about Jack it was that he was bold. Because Steve wasn't shy, but he wasn't often bold. Not like this. But there was something about Jack that made Steve throw caution to the wind because instead of shoving Jack's hand away and telling him that this wasn't the time or place, Steve just moaned and arched into the hand shoved down his shorts.
Jack couldn't help rocking forward too. He gave Steve a last, delving kiss, then leaned in to run his tongue along the rim of Steve's ear. "I want you," he murmured, then started sinking to his knees, already tugging fabric out of the way with his eyes on Steve, teasing, seducing, and asking permission all at once. "Say yes?"
Steve tugged reflexively at the leash even as his eyes went wide with the implication. His tongue darted out and licked at his lips and he found himself nodding before he could even come up with reasons to say no. He already knew that Jack could talk him into all the worst - and best - ideas. "Yes."
***
Jack wasn't sure how long they'd been gone - certainly long enough to have missed the Virgin Games, and probably even the beginning of the movie by now - but he had zero regrets. This quickie sneak-away had been a little less quick (and even more enjoyable) than he'd expected. God, he loved pushing Steve's boundaries. Add 'public place' to the list.
And fishnets and lipstick. Grinning, and still breathing a little heavily, he let his hands skim over Steve again. "Well that was fun."
Steve pulled him in for a kiss, despite the fact that the lipstick was all but gone. And only after the kiss did he reach for his pants to start tugging them up. "Everything else you say is usually exaggeration. That's an understatement." He smiled and shook his head. "I don't get you sometimes." But then he didn't have to 'get' Jack to want him in his life. He was started to understand that.
Once his pants were back in place, he cocked his head. "How do I look?" Fit for company, he meant.
The truth was, Steve looked deliciously ruffled. His shirt still needed straightening, and he had shades of that lipstick smeared around his lips and down his neck (Jack's fault, he was pleased to say). And of course, Jack's body glitter wasn't exactly subtle on Steve's all black outfit.
"Perfect," Jack practically purred, tone sure to give away that his definition of 'perfect' probably wasn't what Steve was looking for. He held his hands out slightly, inviting Steve to look over his body. "And me?"
"Not what I meant, Jack," Steve said, voice somewhere between a sigh and a laugh. He attempted to rub off the lipstick on Jack's face - and everywhere else his lips had happened to end up - and tried to remind himself not to go in for another kiss. Because if he started again, they weren't going to get to the movie at all. There was nothing he could, or would, do about the hickey on Jack's neck.
Jack did nothing to help, grinning shamelessly under Steve's attempts to clean him up. He knew exactly what Steve was thinking, and was more than half-tempted to rekindle things himself. It wouldn't take much. Both their bodies were still buzzing, nerves ready to spark at the slightest touch. He slid an arm around Steve's back, just enough to suggest. "So, how bad do you want to see this movie?"
Steve's jaw set. "We're going back," he said, pushing Jack back enough that he could get out of his grasp. "We're the ones - well, I'm the one - who got everyone to go out. I'm not just leaving them through the entire movie. And neither are you. Come on." And he would just have to stop by a mirror on the way down if Jack wouldn't tell him whether he was passable.
Chuckling, Jack caught Steve from behind and moved in to nibble his earlobe for just a moment. "Alright then." Steve was right of course (though it was still tempting). But after the movie it'd be back to school, with a private room and a holiday the next morning. "To be continued?"
"Oh yes," Steve agreed. Because even if they did get back to the show, Jack would still be mostly naked through most of it. "But only once we get back to your room. Which meant when they stopped at the bathroom so Steve could see the damage, Jack wasn't allowed to pull him into one of the stalls. And he wasn't allowed to pull Jack.
"Deal," Jack agreed, pulling away from Steve abruptly (just so Steve would miss the attention - nothing like a little frustration to sweeten the pot) and heading toward the door. With a grin and a little eyebrow flick, he added, "As long as you promise to touch up that lipstick again before we get there."
Steve narrowed his eyes and took up the slack he'd given in the leash. "Come on," he said with a tug. "And maybe we'll give you some lipstick."
