Attention Tinkerbell

[l0vemekn0t]

Gifts are a thing Bishop likes to give. But he doesn’t do it often. Who knows really why he got this sudden inspiration but it was there and the recipient was an annoying one. Annoying and one of his favorites. Which made all of this even more annoying.

So what did he do? Made it extra annoying.
The first gift was sent to Jaspers home.
The second gift was left in Jaspers car.
The third was hand delivered by some poor man that would have to walk into the lions den to get it to him.

All of them were put in disgustingly pink boxes.
With black bows.
All without tags.
All without a name.

And then he sent him black roses because that was icing on the cake.

Now, he could get some work done. Namely finding a name, and address, and a schedule.

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[l0vemekn0t]

Half finished sentences. Sentiments. That’s what they have every day. And every day it gets closer and closer to the dam just breaking and everything rushing out at once to drown them - for better or worse.

Bishop isn’t so much playing him as reading him; they’ve done this long enough that his body knows what every tremor means. Every panted breath, curse is a cue. And they’re never so far out of sync that he doesn’t understand it, that he doesn’t ride the ride right there with him. Not two paces ahead or behind. With him.

But he would be lying if his heart didn’t just stutter. Those words… that word: Just. Just him. Just…

Heat coils low in his belly, leaves his cock throbbing almost painfully inside of him, aching for a release that it seems only he can give him anymore. His pace picks up then, driving them both towards the cliff where its sink or swim.

“It’s just you, too,” he whispers so quietly he doubts Jasper will even hear it and moments later he’s rocking harder, pushing him a little more against that paperwork as he fills him up. The pleasure of it is heavy and thick and his throat tightens around a series of heated groans.

[fulldark]

Erosion was a slow but steady process, something that you don't notice at first but eventually the dripdripdrip carves out a space in your bones and the next thing you know you're shaking apart on the desk of a man you're not supposed to like let alone lo-- Fuckfuckfuck. It was never supposed to be like this, but Jasper doesn't know if he can bring himself to care. Not when he has Bishop fucking him so perfectly against the desk, when the feel of the lace on his skin is perfect and he wants the other to know that it really is just him that has frequented Jasper's bed for the last few months.

(And Baein, but he doubts that would surprise Bishop at all.)

Jasper keens as the pace increases and he knows that it's not going to be long at all before he is making a mess of the paperwork all over the desk. Every nerve ending is on fire, lighting him up from the inside out and turning his brain to static except for the way he breathes Bishop's name like a prayer. There is nothing else but the pleasure that he is given and the warmth of Bishop pressed so close against him and--

"Fuck, I'm gonna come, please just-- fuck!" It's the soft words he barely registers, the push and the feeling of being filled so fucking perfectly that has Jasper coming with a shout of a curse. He feels like a livewire as he shakes apart, orgasm seeming to draw itself out as he writhes as much as he can being pinned between Bishop and the desk. Honestly, it's a place he doesn't really want to leave.

[l0vemekn0t]

(Baein is never a surprise. Baein is important. To both of them. Baein is the only one Bishop doesn’t mind having access to Jaspers bed. Well, maybe the weird Barbie but he isn’t entirely sure how deep that Wife thing goes.)

The curses fall on deaf ears; muffled like his head is under water. It’s slow and too fast at the same time. He can feel the others body trembling and it sort of makes him smile against his skin. How could he not?

Bishop pushes a hand through Jaspers hair and continues to move, steady, gradually slowing to let him ride that out. His eyes catch the toy again and as a hazy afterthought he reaches for it so that when he does pull out of him, he can replace himself with the toy. It’s nestled easily back into place and when he finally draws back completely, he’s pulling Jasper with him. Away from the desk and into his lap where he can keep the contact. He needs this part. Probably more than the rest of it.

“I hate that other people have been able to see that,” he murmurs quietly.

[fulldark]

(Please do not ever call Sungki weird Barbie outloud, because Jasper will never let it go and then they might both get killed.)

The trembles ease eventually to something that feels less like he is shaking apart, even with Bishop still moving in him in a way that makes him think if he keeps it up Jasper will get hard again. But then he is pulling out and before Jasper has finished exhaling, Bishop is pressing the plug into him and-- oh. Oh fuck. Jasper makes a strangled noise and turns his head into the desk for a moment to just breathe.

There is no fight left in him, no teases or taunts as Bishop pulls him back and into his lap as he settles in the chair. Jasper has only a moment of hesitation before he is more or less curling himself as small as he can to fit comfortably against Bishop. Thank god the man had expensive furniture or this would never work with Jasper's long limbs dangling over the arm, and his face tucked into Bishop's neck.

The words rumble through him as he sits there, and it takes him a moment to really understand what is being said. He huffs and bites at Bishop's skin, above the collar line of course.

"You're a fucking idiot." And apparently a possessive one too. Jasper pretends he doesn't love that. He gnaws on his lip a moment before, softly: "...you're the only one that sees it now. Well, and Baebae but usually I'm fucking him so..."

That makes it different? Maybe? Fuck, that orgasm might have shorted out some parts of his brain.

[l0vemekn0t]

(He would never.)

Possessive? Yes. But you have to be when you know you need to protect people. Things. Ah, none of that matter right now because Jasper is doing that thing where he goes a little soft against him. Where there are teeth but they’re gentler…

Somehow he’s content in this position in the chair. He’d prefer their bed. His bed. He sighs at the conflict against and just noses in against his hair, staring off at something in the bookcase without really even seeing it.

But—

“Really?” Bishop trusts the things Jasper says. Which would have been stupid in the beginning but now it’s just…what it is. It’s normal. He reaches a hand up to cradle his cheek, pinky tipping his chin up to look at him properly, “Bae is usually the fuck-ee, that’s true,” he smiles, but before that can sidetrack the conversation he’s stealing another kiss. Or four.

“Maybe I am, because that made me shockingly happy to hear.”

[fulldark]

Honesty was not always the best policy, especially in their line of work, but Jasper found that he was usually terribly honest with Bishop. More than he should be. Maybe he was a liability, maybe he was an idiot, but he was pretty sure this wasn't a long con, and, well, Bae trusted him so--

Jasper sighs, something soft and thin before he moves his head along with Bishop's movement. He doesn't fight, doesn't struggle or put up walls and fences and barbs, just is for once. It's harder to do than he expects, and he wants to take the out given to him through mention of Baein but then he is being kissed and he is chasing Bishop's lips with a soft whine when he pulls away to speak again.

"You are. Absolutely fucking stupid, but--" Jasper sighs, eyes fluttering closed as he leans into Bishop's hand on his cheek. There might be a ghost of a smile there, one that Bishop can feel more than see. "I like that about you."

I like you. But he can't quite say it. Not yet.

And because he can never leave quite enough alone: "Your dick game is also a selling point. And your taste in lace."

Ah yes, he is now grinning mischievously at you Bishop.

[l0vemekn0t]

Bishop has probably been the most vulnerable when it came to them. He’s always had a hard time keeping his walls up. His eyes betray him some times. He truly is the idiot Jasper claims him to be. He knows that.

And right now, he knows his face is broadcasting betrayal in HD.

“You’re so weird,” he sighs. What the hell was this today? Why did he feel so…

Why was all of this so…

“I’m tired.”

Stupid.

[fulldark]

Slowly Jasper is learning not to look Bishop in the eye at times like this, when he does something stupid when he should be soft and he knows it. When the look on Bishop's face feels like pressing a bruise he swears has healed already. But he still catches it, even as he tucks his face into Bishop's neck and noses against his pulse point.

Stupid.

Stupid stupidstupidstu--

"Mmmm, should I be carrying you to the car to drive us home?" He doesn't think about the implication, nope. Twists his fingers in Bishop's hair, helping it curl a little more. "Or should I call a driver for us?"

[l0vemekn0t]

Bishop scoffs quietly, “I can walk, thank you. I said I’m tired, not incapable.” They’ve have full blown fights when he was more tired than he is now. And to be fair, Bishop is always tired. He barely sleeps at this point.

He leans a little into that nosing, but then takes a breath and looks at his watch for the time. He could clock out (ha, clock out. Do they ever really clock out?) now and it would be fine. He can do everything he does in the office, in his bedroom.

Twisting the chair back and forth he smirks down at the other, “You should put more of the pink in your hair.” And with that he paddles his ass with his hand a few times, up you go. He scoops up the lace bottoms and dangles them on a finger for him.

[fulldark]

"Hmmm, never know with you." There is a teasing smirk to his lips there, something that wants to make mention of the few years between them, like it matters. "Still, if we call a driver I can blow you in the car. "

Nonchalantly said as he stands up and makes a face, the plug shifting inside him, along with Bishop's come. It's not uncomfortable just-- new. With a huff he snatches the panties from Bishop and pulls them on with a little snap against his hips. Yeah, he will definitely have bruises there later. Perfect.

"More pink huh? You like the pink then? I was going to try some of that hair tinsel you can get too." He hums, picking up his shirt. Well there was no salvaging that. Oh well. His pants are at least in once piece. He tugs them up and moves back into Bishop's space, still soft around the edges, and kisses him slowly.

[l0vemekn0t]

“You can blow me when we get home,” Bishop snorts quietly. They’ve had plenty of car rendezvous and while they’re fantastic, there has to be a certain rush for it to be as enjoyable as you want it to be.

He watches him stand, and almost laughs as his expression changes, which causes his gaze to slide along Jaspers hips to where the toy is nestled again. With its extras. He does like his Jaspers cream filled.

But while he’s busy, Bishop gets himself straightened up, too.

“I like the pink on you,” he admits. That has never been an issue. Ever. He pulls a drawer open and pulls out an extra shirt he has tucked in there and hands it to him before his brain slows down into the kiss. He nips him affectionately and murmurs, “the tinsel would be pretty.”

[fulldark]

Home. Well that does send a stupid fuzzy feeling down his spine that Jasper will most assuredly be blaming on the orgasm he just had and not anything else thank you very much. There is a huff as he gets dress, gets comfortable before the shirt is pulled out.

"Hey, pink looks great on almost everyone. I think you look stunning in pink." Or would, if he ever wore it and it wasn't just Jasper pulling up a pink blanket over him once in a while. "Hmmm, I'll try it out then. Don't think it lasts long though."

Especially not if Bishop gets his hands in his hair like that s often as Jasper likes. The nip makes Jasper hum, has him winding his arms around Bishop's shoulders and pressing closer. Yeah, okay, maybe-- maybe he likes this. He smiles, boyish and soft as he pulls back and tugs the shirt on, uncaring of how it looks a little too big in the shoulders.

"We should pick up something to eat too, how do you feel about Greek food..."

[l0vemekn0t]

It looks good on Jasper, it looks good on Sungki, it looks good on Bae the few times he’s seen him in it. The idea of Daeshim, or him or Ward in pink, however makes him want to just blot it out of his memory.

No offense.

Bishop will stick to the pink blankets that Jasper has weaseled into his place or the ones he’s found himself nestled into at Jaspers.

The boyish smile makes him happy. It means Jasper is relaxed. More than usual. And he steals one more kiss before he gives him the space to finish getting dressed. He takes that moment to pack everything away and tuck important things into his case to bring home with him.

“As long as its from a truck,” he says, “it tastes better than the restaurant crap.”

[fulldark]

Jasper is of the opinion that you and your brother (and unfortunately, Daeshim too) would look good in anything that you put on no matter the colour or cut. But perhaps he is a little bit biased. Teeny bit.

The kiss makes the smile linger a little longer, until Jasper is pulling out his phone (a garish sparkly pink thing, with charms attached) to scroll through the nearest food trucks near them. He snorts and raises a brow at Bishop as if to say 'really?'.

"Duh." He eyes the briefcase a little. "Hope you don't plan on doing too much work either."

The look on his face says that he has plans for you, thank you.

[l0vemekn0t]

Fair. They all have their things.

Bishop pointedly ignores that look and locks things up before he pauses and follows Jaspers eyes to the briefcase then back, “No. Some things are just safer close by.” He gives Jasper a full look over at that. He also means you.

But he does like plans when he doesn’t have to make them.

And soon he’s ushering him out.

[fulldark]

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."

[l0vemekn0t]

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?”

[fulldark]

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?"

[l0vemekn0t]

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.

[fulldark]

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?"

[l0vemekn0t]

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.”

[fulldark]

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."

[l0vemekn0t]

“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.”

[fulldark]

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.

[l0vemekn0t]

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.”