A/N: I AM COMPETENT AT LIFE AND FORGOT TO COPY THE FIRST PAGE OF FIC.
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The night had acquired a vaguely dreamlike quality borne of alcohol and delight.
Jim slammed him up against the wall, kissing him fiercely. It was instinct that had his fingers clutching at Jim’s shirt and his leg trying to wrap around Jim’s waist. Copious amounts of alcohol meant he wasn’t really succeeding, but Jim pressed closer anyway so it did not matter too much about a slightly flaily leg. His body remained flush against Mat as he pulled away from the kiss, breath coming in short, sharp bursts.
“Mat, I quite badly want to have drunken celebratory sex with you against this wall right now,” Jim said, slurring just a little.
“I know, babe, me too,” he said, kissing Jim again. Gentler this time, a languid exploration of Jim’s mouth.
“But we aren’t going to, are we?” he said with a small sigh.
“’Fraid not.”
“Because someone will see us and take photos and then we’d get fired and we like our jobs.”
“Sad but true. You probably shouldn’t have slammed me against a wall, either.”
Jim pulled back immediately, horror burning across his face as he babbled, “Shit, I am so sorry. Mat, I didn’t- Mat, I am so sorry, I should’ve checked,” oblivious to Mat’s attempts to speak up.
Desperate times, as they say, call for desperate measures, so he pulled Jim forward again, kissing him into silence. “I didn’t say I didn’t like it, idiot. I’m just saying you won a BAFTA tonight, people are going to be looking for you and it would probably be best if we weren’t making out against a wall when they found you.”
Jim’s smile was slightly shamefaced, which Mat did not approve of, but his hand slid gently along Mat’s waist and he kissed Mat chastely on the lips.
“Though on a night where you are less in demand, you can most definitely slam me up against a wall in a semi-public place and have your wicked way with me.”
“Fuck. I- Fuck. You are awful and I hate you.”
“I am lovely and you like me very much.”
“Which is actually kind of a problem right now.” He takes a deep breath, visibly steeling himself to pull away.
The obvious effort to step back, to put even an inch of space between himself and Mat, had Mat preening. One day he would get used to that look of want on Jim’s face, would be able to fight the instinctive response to roll over and bare his throat, so to speak. That day, however, was not this one.
“We are going to get fired and it will be all your fault. Stop doing that,” he murmured as he leant in to press a gently sucking kiss on Mat’s neck, as Mat arched his neck in offering.
Unprompted: [RPF] Untitled, Mat/Jim, Dom!Jim verse, NC 17 - 1A/4
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The night had acquired a vaguely dreamlike quality borne of alcohol and delight.
Jim slammed him up against the wall, kissing him fiercely. It was instinct that had his fingers clutching at Jim’s shirt and his leg trying to wrap around Jim’s waist. Copious amounts of alcohol meant he wasn’t really succeeding, but Jim pressed closer anyway so it did not matter too much about a slightly flaily leg. His body remained flush against Mat as he pulled away from the kiss, breath coming in short, sharp bursts.
“Mat, I quite badly want to have drunken celebratory sex with you against this wall right now,” Jim said, slurring just a little.
“I know, babe, me too,” he said, kissing Jim again. Gentler this time, a languid exploration of Jim’s mouth.
“But we aren’t going to, are we?” he said with a small sigh.
“’Fraid not.”
“Because someone will see us and take photos and then we’d get fired and we like our jobs.”
“Sad but true. You probably shouldn’t have slammed me against a wall, either.”
Jim pulled back immediately, horror burning across his face as he babbled, “Shit, I am so sorry. Mat, I didn’t- Mat, I am so sorry, I should’ve checked,” oblivious to Mat’s attempts to speak up.
Desperate times, as they say, call for desperate measures, so he pulled Jim forward again, kissing him into silence. “I didn’t say I didn’t like it, idiot. I’m just saying you won a BAFTA tonight, people are going to be looking for you and it would probably be best if we weren’t making out against a wall when they found you.”
Jim’s smile was slightly shamefaced, which Mat did not approve of, but his hand slid gently along Mat’s waist and he kissed Mat chastely on the lips.
“Though on a night where you are less in demand, you can most definitely slam me up against a wall in a semi-public place and have your wicked way with me.”
“Fuck. I- Fuck. You are awful and I hate you.”
“I am lovely and you like me very much.”
“Which is actually kind of a problem right now.” He takes a deep breath, visibly steeling himself to pull away.
The obvious effort to step back, to put even an inch of space between himself and Mat, had Mat preening. One day he would get used to that look of want on Jim’s face, would be able to fight the instinctive response to roll over and bare his throat, so to speak. That day, however, was not this one.
“We are going to get fired and it will be all your fault. Stop doing that,” he murmured as he leant in to press a gently sucking kiss on Mat’s neck, as Mat arched his neck in offering.