[ 嘎尾 ] Habits(短完,无翻译)

《陪你去见鬼》番外二

Jackson Wang/Wowkie Zhang

NC-17,无beta



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It's necessary to calm down, Wowkie says to himself. It's necessary to take a deep breath, exhale, and restart the thoughts. Cigarette sometimes suited as a reset button, but this time, it had not. He nervously pulls one out of the pack. The light flashes. He lights up the cigarette and makes a deep puff.

Smoke can evoke memories. In his twenties Wowkie couldn't care less. About everything. He was not interested in the cases, especially those murder cases. People got killed — there you are. That's it.

If someone said to him five years ago that he would be in a relationship with a man, that he couldn't restrain his desire to touch someone's six pack instead of booty and breasts, that he would want to be kissed until they both start to choke, he would laugh his head off.

What goes around comes around.

Jackson made him coffee this morning. Too sweet, but always his taste. While drinking, the sound of the door makes him wince and curse. The cigarette falls on the carpet, and he bends down to pick it up.

"Nightmare again?" Jackson is standing in the doorway in his pyjamas.

Wowkie forces a smile, "What else?" He casually stubs out his cigarette on the ashtray, feeling the nerves stretching.

Jackson sees right through him like he sees the world through its axis and orbit, and how it crossed the thread traces. For a moment, he just stares, and then comes closer.

"Need my company?"

"Sort of."

"So I take it as a 'yes'."

He looked into Jackson's eyes. His gaze is like a punch in the stomach, the range of emotions in his eyes makes him weak. After a long pause, Jackson takes his hand and puts it on his chest, presses, not letting him pull away, "I'm here."

Jackson knows he sees a world that he can not understand, he can hear things that he would never imagine. The nightmares, the thoughts, all the things that keep him awake during the night are beyond imagination.

So he just kisses his lover.

He wraps his left arm around Wowkie's waist, takes him by the hand and drags him to the bed. It's like a hot delirium, in love and obsession mixed with consolation.

Jackson reaches out and touches his cheek but Wowkie takes his hand instead so that he can feel the trembling through the touch. He barely has time to think and the next second, they kiss again. Not a consolable one this time, they kiss passionately, in an adult way, aggressive and greedy.

Wowkie buries his fingers through Jackson's hair, moans quietly and bites his lips as Jackson undressing them both. He wants more and has no need to hide it, but somehow he wishes he could act like a experienced and patient adult.

Then he realizes something was wrong: they've run out of condoms.

The air seems to be sticky, and the space between them is filled with desire. Wowkie opens his eyes as Jackson starts to kiss his collarbone. His sharp fingernails digging into the taut muscles of the younger's shoulder and feel his palms firm around the globes of his arse.

"We've run out of condoms." He says.

Jackson pauses and asks, "May I?"

"You bastard." Wowkie laughs, "Just this once."

The younger smirks, sharp and suggestive, teeth attacking his throat, listening to the sharp breath when he rolls his fingers around the elder's cock, teasing and stroking until his lover bats his hand away.

They're both breathing heavily, Jackson is leaning on his elbows, so as not to crush all his weight on the elder and thrust one finger into his entrance.

All the sweet tortures. Something familiar to Wowkie.

Their kiss begins chaste and slow that eventually involve tongues and aggressive motions. Jackson presses himself against the elder's thigh and that makes Wowkie grin, "Not a proper time but I just have an idea..."

"Forget about the case." Jackson says and his tongue quickly swipes over the elder's nipple, making him cry out in response. He licks it, long and slow this time, before sucking it lightly. 

Wowkie moans as Jackson slowly sinks into his heat, closing his eyes and tilting his head back. Jackson slowly thrust in and out, creating a steady and gentle rhythm. His lover moves with him, arching, pressing their bodies together, kissing, tongue sliding into each other's mouth.

"I'm thinking...maybe we should move in together." Jackson hums, "I mean, into one bedroom."

"Whatever." Wowkie bites back his moan as Jackson kisses him again and quickens his pace, wrapping his arms around him and pulls them up into a sitting position so that he was in his lap now.

He slams into him as their orgasms approach. He can feel Wowkie's nails digging into his arms, body shaking and reaching his orgasm.

He watches the elder as he leans back in his arms, breathing sharply.

Wowkie reaches for his pants and takes out his cigaratte. Jackson frowns, sits up and takes the cigarette from his finger, "Not now."

"Then when?" Wowkie grins.

Jackson kisses him, "When you get rid of me."



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