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]

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.

[fulldark]

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..."

[l0vemekn0t]

“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.

[fulldark]

"'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..."

[l0vemekn0t]

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.

[fulldark]

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."

[l0vemekn0t]

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.

[fulldark]

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."

[l0vemekn0t]

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.”

[fulldark]

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.

[l0vemekn0t]

“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.

[fulldark]

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.

[l0vemekn0t]

Given Jaspers temperament, most people would be worried. Between the speeding and the way he seems to be having the most intense mental battle of his life in that driver seat - Bishop wouldn’t envy them. He, however, is used to this.

And to say he is completely content in the passenger seat would be an understatement. He could sleep if he allowed himself.

He doesn’t.

The food smells amazing and if he groans it’s all because of that. It has nothing at all to do with Jasper. None. (That’s a lie.)

It’s what happens when they get home that pulls his attention back into focus. Jasper is already barking orders before the car is even stopped, and Bishop has to hold back an amused sound as he unbuckles and climbs out of the car — and is assaulted in the most pleasant manner any of them ever have….

Whatever thoughts he had just float away when the other walks away. He grabs the case and the food and follows after him, “Yes ma’am.”

[fulldark]

God, he is being Tested isn't he. Well, if he is, he passes because he at least makes it home, doesn't pull over on the side of the road to take Bishop apart (it wouldn't be the first time they did that, not at all).

They even make it in the house before Jasper is in Bishop's space again, crowding him up against the wall and kissing him until his chest feels tight from lack of air. He then presses their foreheads together, voice rough as he takes the food from Bishop's hand.

"Five minutes, you have five minutes to get on the bed, naked, or you aren't coming tonight at all."

He then gives Bishop another quick kiss before he goes to put the food somewhere that isn't the doorway, and to let himself breathe. For just a moment.

[l0vemekn0t]

Bishop is more than happy to have his typical role but sometimes it’s fun to throw a wrench in the plan a little bit. Jasper is perfectly capable of taking on either side. It’s one of the reasons Bishop enjoys their relationship the way it is.

He enjoys being pinned as much as anyone else does. Enjoys the kind of kiss that steals his breath. Enjoys being bossed around once in a while.

It doesn’t stop him from being amused when Jasper turns his back on him.

He does, however, find his way into the bedroom; clothes easily tossed into a trail along the floor as a way to lead him in to him. He’s found sitting comfortably on the center of the bed counting down the seconds.

[fulldark]

For the most part, Jasper had always gone out of his way to look one way and act another; it was fun for him to watch people assume things about him based entirely off of the way he dressed, or because he wore glitter on his skin. It had never really been like that with Bishop, in part because the two of them were almost alway fighting first and foremost, but he still knows what people think of them both.

And he knows that if Bishop didn't want Jasper to take the reigns so to speak, he wouldn't have been such a brat the entire ride home.

So Jasper makes his way to the kitchen, finds himself some water bottles, and actually has the forethought to put the food in the fridge since they probably weren't going to get around to eating it any time soon. Even if it does smell delicious.

Then he makes his way to the bedroom. It takes him almost exactly five minutes, so he isn't entirely surprised to find Bishop naked as he asked. There is a part of him that wants to comment on the clothes, about the haphazard nature of them being strewn about, how it's messy and so unlike him, but then Jasper sees him and, well, he gets distracted.

Bishop is fucking gorgeous. Unfairly so.

"Anything in particular you want or don't want?" The calm before the storm as Jasper puts the water bottles by the bedside before he comes to the stand at the side of the bed, eyes dark and fixed on Bishop.

[l0vemekn0t]

It’s unlike him, which is entirely why it’s done that way. Bishop was too tidy of a person to leave his clothes strewn about like that but, it sort of went with the theme of the evening it seemed.

But it’s still him.

It’s a side of him that very rarely comes about.

And yet - Jasper is safe.

So when he smirks softly, its sincere, “Nope. It’s all your decision tonight since you already gave me a present earlier.”

[fulldark]

If it were another time, when Jasper wasn't already worn a little around the edges from the last few hours of the day, he might make Bishop go pick up the clothing. Have him fold it and put it away and find something of a punishment for it all, but right now Jasper just wants to get his hands on Bishop. Especially when Bishop smirks at him like that and gives Jasper the green light to the rest of the evening.

The smile that curls the edges of Jasper's lips, embers burning slow and steady, might indicate to Bishop just how much trouble he might be in.

"Hmm, I did give you a present, didn't I..." Though perhaps it was more of a thank you, for the gifts that Bishop had sent to him. Best not to mention that at the moment though. "There is one rule for the evening, you don't come until I say. Understood?"

The rule is simple, in theory, but Jasper is about to make it incredibly difficult for Bishop. If it becomes too much, Jasper knows where the cock rings are (along with many other toys). Jasper hums as he watches Bishop, and slowly starts to remove the borrowed shirt to reveal the lace still adorning his skin.

[l0vemekn0t]

Bishop isn’t really a sub per say. Doesn’t enjoy it most of the time which is why he usually isn’t in this position. But he figured he owed it to Jasper after the office incident. Let him parade around in the fancy lace and yell at him a bit.

“Yes, princess,” you’re not getting a Sir!

He strangely enough doesn’t look away from Jaspers face as the other man strips off the unnecessary bits, until the pants come off and his head tips to look at the bottoms.

“Mm…”

[fulldark]

Bishop doesn't owe Jasper anything, and he would tell him as much if said so, he well and truly lo-- enjoys any dynamic that he is given with Bishop. He doesn't consider himself much of anything, but he does usually give the reigns to Bishop. Enjoys that he can trust the other, and knows that he can push as hard as he can and the other will still be there, standing, and--

The grin on his face curls a little more at the princess before he is sliding his knees onto the bed and cocking his head as he watches Bishop stare.

"....cute. C'mere." He pushes the lace out of the way, his cock hard beneath the fabric thanks to Bishop. Just-- Bishop in all of his existence. Jasper is pushing Bishop to his hands and knees with his hand on the back of his neck, gentle for all his previous annoyance.

[l0vemekn0t]

Cute? Bishops eyes narrow a little but he lets it go. Ignore that his ears turn just a tiny shade of pink. It’s fine!

His focus is torn anyway. Sliding from the lace itself to the ‘offering’ that’s being…forced(?) upon him. There’s no resistance from him, however (never would be), as he crawls into place and immediately mouths over him. He’s still painfully hard and if his mouth wasn’t busy he might actually compliment him on this. Though, honestly as rushed as he was to get out of the car he shouldn’t be surprised.

And there’s something about the lace just being moved and not removed that is entirely too arousing. But then Bishop always enjoyed their rushed moments the best.

[fulldark]

Oh, he is going to take notice of that, and file it away for later thank you very much. When Bishop least expects it.

Jasper slides his fingers up along Bishop's neck and into his hair where he tugs lightly as Bishop mouths at the head of his cock. He should perhaps be a little embarrassed that he is still hard, but he would argue that having Bishop in this kind of mood and, well, it's Bishop, is the reason for that. No one can blame him for that at all, thank you.

With a soft groan, Jasper's head tips back and his hips rolls slowly, shallowly, before he is looking down at Bishop with dark eyes. Fuck, he is so lucky to be able to see this.

"Fuck, so pretty like that for me." Jasper sounds awed, reverent almost. And the look on his face mirrors that, even with the darkness that still simmers there.

[l0vemekn0t]

Embarrassment has no home here. There isn’t anything to hide other than their feelings most days. If Bishop is honest with anyone its Jasper (even if that goes against so many things). Sexually - they…

Bishop breathes and swallows more of him every time his hips roll. He isn’t sure Jasper is lucky for this but he’s not in any position to argue. His teeth gently scrape along his length and when Jaspers voice reaches his ears, he looks up at him and—

Well, fuck me….

Illegal.

[fulldark]

That's the eventual plan there, sweetheart.

Jasper groans again, fingers twisting just so in Bishop's hair as a shiver goes through him thanks to those teeth. He is so thankful that he has already come once in the last hour or this would be a lot harder to stay in control the way he wants. There was something intoxicating in getting to see Bishop like this, in having the man who is usually so in control of everything, look up at him with a flush on his face and his cock in his mouth.

"Fuck, you should see yourself right now..." Gorgeous and so completely Jasper's.

There is another curse, hissed out between his teeth before he is pulling himself out of Bishop's mouth, and holding Bishop's hair a little tighter, just to make sure that he doesn't try anything else. Sure, Jasper is stubborn, but he is only human, and he doesn't really want to come in Bishop's mouth right now. Maybe later.

"Hmmm, turn around for me, darling." And don't mind if he smacks your ass a bit while you move, he is weak okay.

[l0vemekn0t]

He’s glad he can’t see himself. He’d probably die of embarrassment. Confidence in things he does? High. In himself? Not that great.

Bishop makes a disappointed growling sound when Jasper pulls out of his mouth. But he understands when the next order comes. The ass smack is appreciated even if the sound he makes is startled. It just doesn’t happen often!

He turns around and looks backwards curiously.

“You’re actually really sweet when you’re bossy…has anyone ever told you that?”