holyfeeling | Attention Tinkerbell

Huh that-- was more trust put in him than he thought he would get out of Bishop. It has the smile flickering again, even if he doesn't quite catch that he is included in that idea. That just seems strange to him, considering how he and Sungki clawed their way up, bloody and brutal, to the top.

Well, and perhaps with a little help from his tech skills and Sungki's memory, but still.

"Fair enough." He hums and turns his attention back to looking for food, leaning into Bishop and trusting him to guide him out of the office without running into a plant or a door or something. "Dolmadakia? This place does them with spicy lamb."

Don’t speak so fast. He almost does let him walk into the door, but he thinks better of it at the last second and pulls him out of the way. See? Affection. Care.

“Mm…yeah, that works,” he nods and fishes for the keys in his pocket, “You want to drive?”

Rude. And here he was going to be nice to you or something.

Jasper makes a noncommittal noise, typing away on his phone before: "Huh? Oh sure, yeah."

He holds his hands out for the keys and blinks a few times, faint crease between his brows as he looks at Bishop. "You really that tired?"

Bishop drops the key into Jaspers palm and takes a moment to really savor that expression. It’s cute until it turns into ‘god, you’re old’ territory.

“Mhm,” we could go with that. It wasn’t the truth but he didn’t want to argue. He had better uses for his mouth.

That is exactly where this would go, if Jasper were not in such a good mood from that orgasm you just gave him. And maybe the thought of Greek. And also maybe the fact that he keeps thinking to himself that he is going home and that seems intrinsically linked to Bishop now.

Wait, no, that shouldn't make him this happy....

Jasper puts his phone away before he gets into the car, humming absently as he adjusts the seat and the mirrors, giving Bishop a crooked grin.

"You're not gonna make me go the speed limit, are you?"

Bishop climbs in after him and tucks everything away before buckling up.

But then he says that. And his lips purse a little before he looks over at him like he is the stupidest man on the planet, “Just get us food and take us home,” he looks out the window and smiles a little, “Dumbass. I’m not that old.”

Don't look at him like that, wow. Jasper sticks his tongue out at him as he turns the key and shifts it into gear. It isn't a bike, it's not what he is used to racing, but it is still sleek and black and much faster than most of the things on the road at this time, so there is still a small thrill there.

"You sure? You gonna let me dye the grey hair you get pink? Ooh, or maybe blue, that would look good on you too."

“Do not put dye in my shampoo Jasper,” because that feels like something he would do. Little shit.

He slouches comfortably in the seat and reaches up to mess his hair up a little. He wants his lounge pants, a t-shirt and none of this business bullshit. Bishop is two people in one and most people only get one or the other. Jasper gets both.

He glances over and just watches Jasper drive. He looks good in sleek cars, too, but those lines look a lot better on the bike he rides - Bishop will admit that.

“I have something in the garage I want you to work on.”

There is going to be no response to that there, just a look of pure innocence on Jasper's face. He would never!

It is really just Jasper's knowledge of these roads, and his familiarity with driving, that keeps him from careening into another vehicle when Bishop sinks into his seat a little more and tousles his hair. It makes him want to climb into his lap and-- Jasper shifts with a soft noise and pushes on the pedal a little harder.

"Hmm? Something for me to work on, huh?" He shoots Bishop a look that has honest interest there, because he does love his vehicles... "Like actually work on, or just sit on and look pretty."

Because you are the only person that could ask the second of him and not get shot for it.

In his peripheral he see’s that little shift and smirks a little as he tips his head back against the seat and looks over. His teeth bite a little into his bottom lip as he looks him over and groans a little.

“You know…after you’re done actually working on it, I wouldn’t mind a picture or two of you looking like a pretty kitty on it. Maybe just some of those body chains you wear and the helmet…” he looks forward again and smiles a bit more, “Yeah. I’d hang that over the mantel.”

For fuck's sake. Jasper's hands tighten on the steering wheel because it's either he focuses on that or he thinks too hard about Bishop looking so fucking good in the seat next to him and he really can't afford to do that right now.

"...you've thought about this, haven't you."

He isn't going to mention the nickname there, or the way that, for the first time in his life, Jasper doesn't hate being called kitty or kitten or some variation thereof. Ah, the power that Bishop holds.

"But you have my interest. Been a while since I did much mechanic tinkering." Too long actually, years. He wonders if he still knows what to do.

Shifting a little in his seat he finally tugs the tie off completely and tosses it into the backseat. Where unnecessary things fall victim to, or good times happen. It all just depends. But he’s absolutely had Jasper in that backseat before.

“A hundred times,” he admits, looking over to watch him drive. He is definitely taking notes of those clenched fingers and the subtle shifting in the seat.

His head tips again, “I like watching you use your hands.” Usually they’re tinkering with Baein, but he still means it.

Ohmyfuckinggod, stop. Jasper is going to cause a traffic incident and he's not even sorry about it. You can't go about looking like that and expect him to stay sane, sir, especially not when he has a plug in his ass and he is still full of your come. It's actually almost cruel. Jasper should have thought about this whole thing, but honestly he just wanted to give Bishop a break.

Shows him.

"Fuck, you're not going to let me drive easy, are you?" There's a curve of his lips that says that he doesn't necessarily mind, but the strain in his voice makes it clear that all of the htings are having an effect on him to some degree.

"It's been a while since you watched..."

No, he will not stop. And if there’s an accident then…sucks for all of them.

There’s a smile at the sound of that ‘fuck’ before Bishop pulls the top of the seatbelt over his head so he can have better access to move. If it weren’t for the strain in Jaspers voice he might have just given up his original idea and just let them get home first. But are they ever easy? No. At least not when it comes to that.

“Watched what?” He asks almost innocently as he reaches over to undo the pants Jasper bothered putting back on. Does Bishop hate pants? No, just when Jaspers wearing them.

Oh fuck no, that-- you are not. Jasper hisses a breath between his teeth when Bishop moves, white knuckled grip on the steering wheel because Bishop has his hands on the zipper of his pants and--

"Fuck, babe-- you can't--" He just groans a little more because Bishop can and he will and Jasper knows that him fighting it will really only make it worse. Better? He isn't sure. If it was necessary he could tell him no but honestly, Jasper's hard in his trousers and he is going to use this as ammo to tease the fuck out of Bishop once they get back to a place with a bed. Or even a table, he's not picky.

Jasper moves one hand from the wheel to cup the back of Bishop's head, touch gentle and voice near reverent. "You're really something..."

“Can,” it’s simple really. His hands are free anyway. And they both know Jasper is the chatty one of the pair so, technically, he doesn’t need his mouth either. Jasper is perfectly capable of ordering their food for them.

And he better still do that, Bishop is hungry. For more than just this.

(He’s human, he can’t survive on come alone.)

“Don’t kill us, Jas,” he chuckles once he finally has his hand wrapped around the goal, “…are you this hard just from me looking at you?” Wow, new record. Don’t worry, he’s shutting up now that he’s able to get a mouth full of him. Half way just to taste, and then up again to tease his tongue around him properly.

"'Don't kill us, Jas' he says. Fuck you." There is no venom in the words though, in fact it's kinda breathless because Bishop is stroking him and-- "Oh my fuck, shut up. You're hot as hell and you know it."

The grip in Bishop's hair tightens a little as he speaks, not really pushing him, or guiding him, just there. Grounding Jasper as much as he can because gods Bishop's mouth is fucking heavenly and it is really going to take all of Jasper's wits to keep them on the road right now.

"Doesn't help that-- ah, fuck. That I'm full of your come right now..."

Amusement can be felt around Jaspers length as he swallows around him again, cheeks hollows on every up suck. He could say so much but, oops, he can’t! Go ahead, curse him up and down the road, he’s only half listening because Gods, Jasper tastes good. Ridiculously good.

The little reminder is interesting, though because really, the toys not that hard to reach from here even given the position they’re in. And does he? Yes, yes he does. His sucking pauses ever so slightly as he works the others pants down just enough to get his hand inside as well, and only enough for his middle finger to find the base of said toy to give it a little rocking motion as well. As a treat.

Well fuck. Fuck that was his own mistake, wasn't it? He shouldn't have reminded Bishop about the plug because he immediately goes for it and has pleasure shooting up Jasper's spine and making the fingers in Bishop's hair tighten.

"Fuck! Bishop--" Right now, the red light he pulls up on is a saving fucking grace because Jasper is going to lose his mind if he doesn't center himself right the fuck now. There is a growl from him as he pulls on Bishop's hair, meeting his gaze as best he can despite the angle.

"No, you make me come with your mouth on my cock and not with the toy." He lets go of Bishop's hair and focuses on driving. "If you make me come before I get to the Greek place, the evening can be your call. Carte blanch, if you will."

Bishop almost purrs at the sound of that growl which is ironic given their titles. But still. His hair is tugged and when he meets Jaspers eyes there’s mirth there. He hears you, don’t worry.

But he does give the toy one more little push before he pulls his hand free, fingers wiggling as some sort of sign that he’s obeying.

But he’s torn as he gets back to work, pulling more of him into his throat. Enough to where when he groans it vibrates thoroughly over all those sensitive nerves. Does he try and get him there quickly or does he draw it out?

He kind of likes Jasper when he’s sexually frustrated. When he gets controlling and demanding.

He has time to think about it, though. For now he’s savoring all of it. All of him.

God fucking damnit, Bishop is unfairly attractive like this; amused and with his lips wrapped around Jasper's dick. Okay, so Bishop was unfairly attractive a lot of the time no matter what, but especially right now. Jasper was hoping that maybe the possibility of a carte blanche would make Bishop not torment him, but that doesn't seem to be the case right away.

As the car speeds long the roads, Bishop swallows around more of him, humming and making Jasper squirm a little in the driver's seat.

This drive was going to be too long and not long enough he already knew.

"This is not how I fucking saw today going, holy shit. You-" he trails off, cursing at an idiot driver on the road as he yanks the wheel to avoid a collision, one hand moving to cradle Bishop's head so he doesn't get jostled too much. "Fucking idiots. You really are something else, gods-- fuck, I have to order. Shit, hey Siri."

One thing Bishop was certain of was that he was safe with Jasper. Again, death could have graced both of them many times before now. At each others hands. And it never…quite…stuck.

He knows he’s safe, and maybe that little hand gesture warmed his insides. It was sweet. In a perverted - I don’t want you hurt so you can keep sucking me off - kind of way.

Oh, he needed to order.

Bishop pulls off of him and starts tucking him back in.

And he gives him a look like, ‘It can wait. Go ahead. Order.’

And maybe he’s a shit head that does want a fight when they get home. Maybe he doesn’t mind a cold dinner on the carpet when they’re finished.

He licks the corner of his mouth and looks him up and down again, “Extra sauce on the side.”

Oh my fuck-- Jasper hisses a little, turned on and angry and maybe also a little grateful that he can at least think about the words he wants to use instead of just mumbling the first things that come to mind. Still, the look his shoots Bishop is withering, and his grip on the steering wheel doesn't get any lighter.

"...I hate you."

No he doesn't, and he can't even make that sound like it's a little bit true before the call to the food truck goes through and he is making an order for the two of them for picking up in about ten minutes.

He doesn't forget to ask for the extra sauce.

"That the kind of night we're having then? Extra sauce?"

Does it mean anything? Maybe not, but Jasper knows when he is being tested, and he can see that much on Bishop's face. It's-- infuriatingly attractive.

“Yeah,” He knows Jasper doesn’t hate him. Jasper hating someone look very different than this. For starters he’s alive. So there’s that.

While he gets re-situated in his seat he listens to him order and there’s a pleased hum when they get to the extra sauce bit. He did genuinely want extra sauce. Some placed give you the bare minimum.

But he did mean it in another way, as Jasper suspects.

His only response is a grin.

Now, they just have to…wait. And be patient.

Patience is a virtue.

And Jasper is really not a virtuous man in the least thank you. The grin makes Jasper curse again as press a little harder on the gas pedal. So maybe they make it to the food truck in seven minutes instead of ten, maybe Jasper breaks a few laws in the mean time, but honestly he cannot be blamed when Bishop is sitting like the smug fucking asshole he is in the seat next to him. Even more so when every acceleration or bump on the road is a reminder to Jasper how fucking turned on he is.

Not that he was going to forget but--

The food is waiting for them when they get there however, and Jasper does have to admit that it smells delicious. Thankfully, neither of them have to get out of the car, someone hops out of the back of the truck with their food in hand.

Jasper makes sure to give them a large tip before he is speeding out and home.

There could have been dancing elephants and full parties happening on the streets and honestly, Jasper wouldn't have noticed at all, too focused on just getting home and --

"Get out." The car is barely stopped in the garage before Jasper is spilling out of the driver's seat and storming around to Bishop's side of the car. Is he going to haul Bishop out and press him up against the car and kiss him, biting and demanding? Of course he is. There is a voice that tells him to stay right here, to take Bishop apart on the car, but he somehow manages to pull himself away.

Jasper all but storms towards the door, not even waiting for Bishop to follow.

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