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Jay sat down on the small bed that accomplices their hotel room. He was so fucking tired. Staying up all night editing was really taking a toll on him. He was already normally sickly, but he hadn’t been eating much lately. Tim tried to force him to, but Jay was defiant. Honestly, he liked whenever Tim got angry with him. It was pretty hot.
Speaking of Tim, he walked through the door at that moment. Tim walked in with a bag of food, along with a few miscellaneous other things. He seemed pissed, huffing and slamming the door.
“Eat.” Tim spat out as he walked into the bathroom and slammed the door behind him. Jay stared blankly. What? Jay stood up and walked reluctantly towards the bag. There were three sandwiches and a water bottle. All three sandwiches were different flavors. Jay smiled at the effort, but bit back his lip at Tim’s comment. ‘Eat.’ played over and over in his head, along with the small huff that Tim made whenever he sat the bag down on the small table the hotel offered. God, Jay wanted him.
“Hey, did you hear me? I’m not in the mood, I had a shit day at work and I’m not gonna deal with your bullshit.” Tim had emerged from the bathroom silently. Jay whipped his head to the side and scoffed. Maybe he could get Tim angrier, more demanding, more dominant.
“I’m not hungry,” He smiled in his head. He was so smart. Maybe Tim would get mad and pin him to the wall-
“Jay!” Tim yelled, pulling Jay from his fantasy. Jay furrowed his brows. Was he actually mad about this? It was…hot and scary at the same time? “Do you realize that you’re going to kill yourself like this? I’m not fucking playing around with you! If you don’t eat that food right fucking now, I swear,” Tim was pushing air out in short puffs of breath. Jay could feel his blood rush. He honestly was kinda hungry, and the sandwiches didn’t look too terrible. He turned back to the food and opened the bag. He could always push Tim a bit further…
“‘m not hungry, no point in eating.” Jay replied. He was gonna say some snarky remark before things seemed to speed up. Tim rushed up to Jay and pushed him against the wall. Jay had fantasized about this, but this was not what he had in mind. Tim was slightly shorter than Jay, so Jay still looked down at the man. Tim was far more strong than Jay, so height didn’t exactly matter here.
“What the fuck do you want?” Tim growled. Jay swallowed his words. Jay knew what he wanted. He wanted Tim to grab his throat and press down with his fingers while he trailed his tongue across Jay’s chest.
“What do you mean?”
“What do you want to eat?” Tim was holding back some form of anger that Jay was a bit scared for him to release.
“Again, I’m not hungry,” Jay remarked. Tim let out a shaky breath. He let Jay’s arms go and walked away, only for a short time though. He came back with his hand outstretched. Tim struck Jay’s face with the back of his hand, knocking him to the ground.
“Shit! Jay, I’m…uh..” Tim intended on apologizing but changed his route of words. Jay hadn’t realized it yet, but he had accidentally moaned aloud at Tim’s touch. Tim slaps him and his first instinct is to moan? He hadn’t realized how much he was affected by Tim’s word until he had been set off by Tim slapping him. Stupid fuckin’ masochist.
“What the fuck was that.” Tim asked rhetorically. Jay didn’t answer. He was already hyperventilating. Fuck, as much of a freak he was, he couldn’t handle this. Confrontation wasn’t his strongest subject. It’s always been like that. He didn’t want to ruin this with Tim. He stands shakily to his feet, cowering before the man in front of him.
“Tim-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-Please don’t judge me I didn’t mean to do that it was an accident-“ Jay was pleading. He should’ve just passed it off as a grunt of pain or something.
“Jay, calm down. I’m just asking a question.” Tim put his hands up, showing off his callouses and veins. Jay bites his lips and brings his hands down to cover his growing boner secretly. Tim didn’t seem angry. No, he seemed…normal?
“I-uhm. You promise you won’t judge me?”
“Jay, I won’t judge you. I promise you.” He was blinking fast and a faint red was creeping down his neck.
“Uhm…whenever people hit me-“ He cuts himself off with a frustrated sigh. This was not something he was supposed to speak to Tim about. “I like it whenever people hit me because I…I like the way it stings,” Jay looks to the floor. He can hear Tim suppress a laugh and winces. This was dumb. Tim was going to ask him to leave. No, not ask. Make him leave.
“Do you really?” Tim is walking over to Jay slowly.
“Mhm,” He looks back to Tim.
“So was that on purpose? Making me all angry so I’d hit you?” Jay nods. Tim lets a laugh out, then puts both his hands back onto Jay’s shoulders and shoves him into the wall. Jay catches his breath as the rest of it leaves him. What was this?
“You wanna take care of that boner you’re tryin to hide?” Tim’s hips are incredibly close to Jay’s own, and he has to do everything in his power not to buck up.
“Please,” Jay whines. Tim’s hand is suddenly caressing his face and before Jay can question it, his lips are on Tim’s. He groans, letting his hand cup the back of Tim’s neck. But Tim isn’t having this, no. Tim grabs both of Jay’s hands in one of his own and slams them against the wall. He tears away from Jay’s lips just to catch the soft skin right near his pulse on his neck. Jay fights back a moan. He felt so good. So insanely good…so insanely quickly. His orgasm breaks before he realizes it.It makes his eyes shoot wide open with shock. He doesn’t have a chance to push Tim off of him either. A moan leaves his mouth involuntarily as his whole body shakes. His eyes roll back in his head as it rivets through him. His legs feel weak. Is he passing out?
When Jay’s eyes blink back open, Tim is off of him. He’s still close, but not nearly as much as before. Jay’s panting quiets down at the look on Tim’s face. Shit…
“S-Sorry,” He breathes out, turning his face away from Tim’s.
“No, you’re okay. I just…I didn’t expect it to be that easy to…y’know,” He shrugs. Jay’s head falls against the wall. His underwear feels warm and wet, eugh. He reaches to brush his hair out of his face, but Tim still has both of his hands pinned to the wall above him. He doesn’t let go, either. As Tim feels the tug, he tightens his grip. Jay’s eyes shoot back down to the other man.
“Hey, we’re not done yet,” Tim’s voice is gravely and low. Jay feels trapped. But, he can’t say he didn’t walk straight into the net.
“We’re not?” Jay gulps at the hungry look on Tim’s face.
“Jay, I’ve waited too long to fuck you just for this. I wanna do it right, not whatever jut happened.” Tim gestures to the quickly cooling cum in his jeans. Jay can’t help but gasp at his words. Tim has wanted to fuck him? For a while? That just doesn’t sound right.
“You…you do?”
“Yea, if you want to of course.”
“Yes. Please, I’ve never wanted anything else-nothing. Please,” Jay begs. Tim smirks.
“Not until you eat,” Tim releases Jay’s hands just to pat down Jay’s sides. Oh, this man.
“Seriously?” Tim nods as he walks over to the bag holding the sandwiches.
“Don’t make me shove it down your throat.”
“…is that all you’ll shove down there?”
“Jay.” Tim gives him a look, but before he turns back around, there’s a grin on his face. Jay’s never eaten anything as fast as he has just now.