Title: Candlelight
Author: Ligeia
Fandom: The Cure
Pairing: Perry/Jason
Rating: R
Category: Romance
Summary: Perry is a tease, Jason wants a little revenge.
The following story is a mere work of F I C T I O N, meaning it is 100% made up. None of the situations described here ever happened, and even if they did, I have no way of knowing. This is not about spreading rumours or, worse, libel. The people portrayed in this story are real, but I am NOT claiming they did what I wrote. I use their "public personas" and build stories around them as if they were fictional characters.
"Jason..."
Mmh... That soft, low voice, I'd know it anywhere. Now I dream about him too...
"Jaaason... It's time to wake up, little one..." A fingertip trails down my cheek, plays with my lips. This isn't a dream. I wearily open my eyes and find myself facing you, head rested against the pillow just inches away from mine.
"Good morning, pretty," you smile at me. "I know it's early but you have to go."
My eyes close once more and I snug closer. "Teddy, please. It feels so good here..."
You chuckle. "Yeah, I know." Your hand slowly caresses my naked hip and I moan at the sensation. "But what about the others? What would they think if they saw you get out of my room... and with that happy, sated expression printed on your face?"
"They would understand what a great lover you are." I smile, calling to mind all the delicious things we did last night. Oh yes, Perry definitely knows how to work on a man... make me scream... "Really, I couldn't care less now, Teddy. Let me stay another five minutes..."
I feel you shift beside me and wonder if you're going to get up. I don't care, I'm not--
I gasp at the warm, soft wetness pressed against my skin and look down. You have moved beneath the sheets and are licking my belly, mouth sliding just below my navel making me tremble. You raise your head and look up, smiling slyly at me. "I knew this would wake you up." You kiss my stomach and spring out of bed, leaving me there frustrated as hell.
"Tease," I mutter and sit up glaring at you and you stick out your tongue, taunting me. I smile in spite of myself. Why are you so adorable?
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Good thing the sound check is over, I can go to the beach and relax for a while before tonight's show. This place is sheer paradise: cloudless sky, fine white sand and deep clear water. What else could I ask for? A dull rumble from my stomach quickly answers my inner question. Food. Well, I didn't have lunch after all and I wouldn't mind an ice cream now. I've just begun eating my cone when I hear a familiar voice calling my name.
"Hey Jay! Seems we've had the same idea." I reflexively turn to look at the man approaching; beautiful face, creamy lean body. Perry. My sweet torment.
You lay out your towel next to me and sit down. "Mmh... That ice cream looks delicious, may I?" You lean in and lick at the vanilla, tongue slithering over the melting cream. The heat makes it drip stickily over my fingers and onto my chest, the sudden coldness against my heated skin sending a shiver through me.
"Oh sorry, love," you smile licking your lips. "I'm a real mess, look what I've done. I'll see to it..."
Before I can reply your head has dipped down and your mouth is on my chest, tongue sliding out to lick off the sweet cold trickle. I hold my breath and close my eyes, the hand holding the ice cream dropping onto the sand.
"You shouldn't waste your food, Jay" you say as you pull away. I reopen my eyes with a gasp as I feel you settle behind me. "And you really should use some sun cream, love." You place both hands on my shoulders and lean forward, lips brushing my earlobe. "You're burning."
"I'm... already tanned, don't worry," I manage to let out in a slightly shaky voice. Why do you always have this effect on me?
You reach into your bag and grab your sun lotion. "I don't care Jay, I don't want your beautiful soft skin to go all dry and wrinkled. I'll help you with that."
Without another word you squeeze some cream onto your fingers and begin smearing it all over my back. I couldn't offer resistance even if I wanted to, your hands are so good as they rub my shoulders, slide down my sides, caress my waist...
"Uhm, Perry? What are you..." Those hands are on my stomach now, getting dangerously closer to...
"Well, I've got to apply it everywhere, you know," you answer in a tone that is amused to say the least.
I can't bite back a gasp as you lightly graze my groin, your chest pressed tight against my back. I spring up to my feet and quickly go to the shore, knowing full well my swim trunks would do nothing to hide my growing arousal. It's definitely time for a swim now.
"Hey, Jay!" I hear you call out. "You shouldn't go bathing, you know. You've just had an ice cream."
I don't need to turn to figure your expression. You know why I've run away -bastard- you just can't have enough of teasing me. But I'll get you this time...
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2.30 am. Perfectly late as usual. You like keeping me waiting, love the thought of me pacing my room restlessly, checking my watch every minute, wondering if you're going to come at all. But you're going to pay for this too.
A knock on the door. I smile. I usually rush there, fumbling with the doorknob, not even trying to hide that dumb grin that always appears on my face whenever I see you standing there. Another knock. I've never made you wait in the hallway before, have I? So, how does it feel?
"Jay?" You sound confused. Good. "You're not sleeping, are you?"
I slowly get up from the armchair I'm sitting in and pad barefoot to the door. Open it. "Hi."
"What took you so long?" You look puzzled but don't wait for my answer, just stride into the room. You must be thinking of the sweet way you're going to punish me for that. If only you knew...
You sense there's something different though. It's quite obvious: the candles dimly illuminating the area around the bed, the bottle of champagne in a bucket full of ice cubes on the nightstand give me clearly away. You're mine tonight and you'll give in to me willingly.
I shrug nonchalantly as you turn back to me, a quizzical look in your eyes. "I was trying to raise spirits. Wanna join me?"
You smile. Not that smug grin I always see, the one that dawns on your face when you hear me beg, proud of yourself for reducing me into a pleading toy at your mercy. This is different. Uncertain. I haven't seen you look so sweet for God knows how long. "Yeah, sounds fun. What shall I do?"
Perfect. "First of all," I run my index finger down your chest, shoulder to hip "Take this off. Spirits don't like too many clothes." You quickly get rid of your T-shirt, not caring where it lands when you throw it to the floor. "Then," I grab you firmly by the waist and guide you to the bed. You look so pretty walking backwards, trying your best not to stumble, your eyes fixed on mine. "You lie down here." You do. God, I've never had so much power over you, never even dreamed I could. "Close your eyes and relax." You sigh as I lightly caress your cheek and let your eyelids fall shut. I lift your hands and kiss them, nibble at the wrists, lick my way up to the fingertips. I watch your head roll to one side, hear you moan my name.
Now.
You gasp as I place the blindfold over your eyes, lifting you head so I can tie the knot. "Jay? What..." My fingers on your lips silence you. I bet your heart is racing. You weren't expecting this, were you? I want to hear it. I bend and rest my cheek against your chest. Pounding, furious pounding. All for me. I'm still smiling as I reach your lips, my hand feeling for the nightstand drawer. My smile widens as I pull it open, my tongue playing with yours, licking the inside of your hungry mouth.
Metallic sound. You freeze. I quickly grab your wrists, your weak struggle can't stop me. The handcuffs click. You're mine.
"Jason..."
"Shh..." Don't talk, don't break this perfect moment. Perfect like you. The back of my hand brush across your flushed cheek and you swallow, lick you lips. Nervous? Don't be, I could never hurt you, stain such flawless beauty. A little kiss on your still wet lips, on your chin, down your exposed throat; your soft moans the most delicious sound to my ears. I pull back and look at you again. The quintessence of sin under such an angelic surface. I wish I could freeze time, bury you in eternal ice so I could watch you forever. But even that couldn't stop your heat. I reach for the bucket on the nightstand and grab an ice cube. You hiss, surprised, as I lower it onto your chest, drawing circles around a nipple, sliding it across the turgid flesh. My tongue soon replaces it and your whimpers betray how good it must feel, your muscles tense throughout your body. See what it means to be teased?
"Jay..." Your voice is trembling as I put the ice cube between my lips and run it down your stomach, letting it rest on your navel. You quiver, excitement and cold mixed so deep together you don't even know what you're shivering for. The tip of my tongue follows the tiny trickles running over your skin, making you even more restless. Once the ice has melted completely and I've licked it all up I kiss you again, my now cold tongue seeking warmth in your mouth.
"Jason, please..." Oh, no love, we're not done yet, not at all. I get the red feather that's lying beside the bucket and twist it between my thumb and index finger before running the very tip of it over your forehead and down your nose. Such a lovely profile. Along your collarbones, over a nipple, down your sides, until I reach the waistband of your trousers. You arch your back off the bed as I trace the outline of it, your arousal now painfully obvious under the denim. Does it hurt? I unbutton you, lower the zipper, pull the jeans down your legs and off. Only one more thin layer. But I'll wait. I get off the bed.
"Jay? Where are you going?"
I can't help but smile at the extremely worried tone your voice holds. "You want me to make love to you all dressed?" My reply is soft as I remove my shirt, my trousers and underwear soon following. I climb back on the bed, naked this time, and we are skin on skin as my mouth finds yours for the hundredth time tonight, eager to taste you yet again. I finally remove your boxers and take in the sight of your perfect body, aroused, constrained and begging to be touched. "You want me?" A low whisper in your ear.
"Yes, Jay... Please..."
"Then tell me you're mine."
You lie panting for a few seconds, still.
"I'm yours."
And you are.
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November 2001 - edited November 2004