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Round 3 - Return of the Meme
Round 3 - Return of the Meme
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Unprompted: [RPF] Untitled, Mat/Jim, Dom!Jim verse, NC 17 - 1/4
(Anonymous) 2011-12-04 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)*
Jim sighed, and rested his forehead on Mat’s shoulder. “Okay. I am stepping away. We will continue this later in the evening.” He gently pried Mat’s fingers from his shirt, placing gentle kisses on his knuckles.
“Spoilsport,” Mat said, pouting just a little.
Jim couldn’t quite make himself step away entirely, though, keeping a firm hold on Mat’s arm as the slipped into the crowded room.
“THE MAN OF THE HOUR,” Simon roared when he spotted them, then pulled Jim into a bear hug, lifting him off the ground.
Mat just laughed as Jim floundered. “I’ll get more drinks, shall I?”
Jim made a muffled noise of agreement as Simon twirled him around.
He was waiting there, chatting to Ben, armed with two glasses of bubbles when Simon finally let him go. “I’m going to need many of these to get through tonight, aren’t I?” he asked plaintively.
Mat and Ben both nodded.
"Right. Cheers," he said, throwing back the drink.
Jim drifted unwillingly from his side, going to mingle. Mat smiled as Larry grabbed Jim arm, though it shifts a little awkwardly at the edges when Larry straightens Jim’s tie. Jim smiled, and touched Larry’s arm, and, however irrational it was, there was a tiny desperate part of Mat that wants to pull him back. Instead, he parked up beside Ben for drinking and gossip.
It was almost an hour before Jim came back, absolutely glowing with alcohol and joy. "Come dance with me," he asked, gesturing to the slowly growing throng of people.
He was uncertain for a moment. This was so new, and dancing at a BAFTA after-party seemed a bit public.
Then Jim smiled, and that stopped mattering so much.
He grinned back, then grabbed Jim's hand. They danced for two fast songs, reluctantly separating when a slow song started.
"Blargh, I guess I should go talk to people again," Jim said, letting his fingers brush against Mat's.
He gave a theatrical sigh. "If you must."
"A drink before I go?" he asked.
They leant against the bar, Jim’s hand resting possessively on his hip, emboldened, no doubt, by wine. Mat could feel the warmth of his hand through his trousers, radiating across his skin. Under Jim’s touch, he found himself standing a bit taller and smiling a bit brighter.
He couldn’t help the sharp twist of disappointment when Larry swept over and planted himself between. He was half-collapsed against Jim, with an arm thrown haphazardly around Mat’s shoulders, keeping him close.
“Jim! You sexy beast, you won a BAFTA!” he slurred against Jim’s shoulder.
“I know,” he said with a giggle. “I only won it because your beautiful brain wrote me such good words, though.”
Mat ducked out from under Larry’s arm. “You two have fun, I am going to find someone to dance with,” he said, grinning as Larry lurched forward slightly trying to find his balance again and Jim floundered a little trying to stop him falling flat on his face.
He glanced back at them, but had to look away as Larry’s body unfurled against Jim’s and Jim’s hand rests easily on his waist.
Luckily Martha grabbed Mat’s arm and dragged him on to the dance floor before he could do something stupid like storm back and press himself against Jim so everyone knew who he belonged to.
Unprompted: [RPF] Untitled, Mat/Jim, Dom!Jim verse, NC 17 - 2/4
(Anonymous) 2011-12-04 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)“Shut up. I’m not- It’s not- He’s really drunk and people keep touching him and he keeps touching them and I don’t like it,” he said in a rush, before snapping his mouth shut to make sure no more words escaped.
Martha just smiled, called him an idiot, and spun him around.
He caught sight of Jim again, Larry still pressed against him, talking to some blond woman he only vaguely recognised. Her hand was resting on the arm not currently occupied by Larry, and Jim was smiling at her like that was a perfectly okay thing to do.
“Eyes on me, Baynton,” Martha said, drawing his attention away from his stupid boyfriend. “You really are a possessive drunk, aren’t you.”
He nodded.
“It’s cute, really. A little creepy, but cute.”
He poked his tongue out at her, then laughed. “You might be right,” he said, dipping her.
They share a few more dances together before Martha ditched him for someone more into women.
He wandered around for a bit, talking to a few familiar faces, but his feet eventually just led him back to Jim.
It was hard to tell who was drunker, Jim or Larry. Shots had happened while he was gone, and now they were too close together and giggling.
“Mat!” Jim shouted as he sat down. Warmth kindled in his belly, but flickered out as Jim continued, “Tell Larry he has a nice arse.”
“Mat, Jim wants to touch my arse. Can he?” Larry smiled at him, then added, “Pleeeeeeeease.”
“No.”
Larry stood up, and Mat worried briefly that he was going to drop his trousers, but instead he hitched up his suit jacket. “But look at it,” he said, turning around once trying to get a look himself.
Jim looked at him in askance; Mat could see the ‘please’ about to fall from his lips. Mat closed his eyes for a second. He took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. He took another deep breath. “Jim?” he said, keeping his voice steady.
“Yeah?”
“Monkeys.”
The colour drained from Jim’s face, and just for a moment, Mat thought he was going to be sick, but he nodded seriously. “Larry, go find Simon. He would be happy to touch your arse.”
Larry looked disappointed for a moment, but let them be.
“Okay, I am really drunk right now. Let’s go get coffee, so I can sober up and we can talk?”
“Please.” He cursed inwardly as his voice cracked.
Jim worried his lower lip for a moment. “Would it be okay if I held your hand?”
He looked so uncertain that Mat absolutely had to reach out and grab his hand. The smile he got in response could have lit up the room.
They slip out quietly, and find a taxi. They end up in a dinghy little diner, drinking genuinely terrible coffee, with no idea how to start this conversation.
Mat fiddled with his cufflink, and he feel the tension radiating off Jim as he very carefully doesn’t reach out to still Mat’s hand.
Jim was halfway through his second cup, Mat was still nursing his first, when Jim said, “I am so, so sorry about tonight.”
The lump in Mat’s throat was so big he could barely breathe, let alone speak. So he nodded a little, and let Jim continue.
“I really don’t have any excuses. What I did was stupid and cruel and really fucking stupid.” His hands twitched towards Mat, but he kept them firmly on the table in front of him. Right now, Mat wasn’t his to touch and the knowledge is crushing both of them.
He couldn’t take it; he reached out and grabbed Jim’s hand, letting his thumb rub softly against Jim’s skin. “From here on in, all drunken flirting and propositions are reserved solely for me.”
“I wanted it to be you all night,” Jim said with a sigh. “Not right now, because I am still far too pissed for the sort of thinking and planning it would require, but can we talk about maybe going public sometime soon?” He slipped his hands out from Mat’s grasp, then brings Mat’s hand to his mouth and kissed his knuckles.
Mat nodded, smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“You are a wonderful boyfriend and I don’t deserve you.”
“I am and you really don’t,” he said with a laugh.
They absolutely didn’t do anything ridiculous like keep their legs entwined under the table while they share one last cup of coffee and a truly sad looking sandwich.
Unprompted: [RPF] Untitled, Mat/Jim, Dom!Jim verse, NC 17 - 3/4
(Anonymous) 2011-12-04 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)“I remember it well,” Jim said with a laugh, though an undercurrent of caution weighed it down.
“Would drunken make up sex be a suitable alternative?”
Jim closed his eyes for a moment, then dragged Mat down a little alleyway and slammed him against the wall.
It was filthy, but Mat could not make himself care about that with Jim pressed against him, sucking kisses onto Mat’s neck.
Mat’s fingers scrabbled against the uneven brickwork, trying to find purchase, before he gave up and just fisted his hands in Jim’s jacket.
He could feel the curve of Jim’s mouth as it pressed against his jugular, his pulse picking up speed. Mat gasped at the sting of teeth, closing on the patch of skin just below the corner of his jaw, possessive and hungry. The ritual of it, the power, burned along Mat’s nerves; he gasped, the sound tinged with a whimper. He had no resistance to offer, and no desire to do anything but surrender.
The bite was too soft to hurt, there was just enough pressure for Jim to assert his claim and mark the place for later.
Something tangled and heavy crawled from his heart and lodged itself in the back of his throat.
Jim’s was working the buttons of his shirt, and Mat envied him his steady hands. He made a half-hearted effort to return the favour, but found his fingers far too clumsy.
Jim’s hands were splayed on Mat’s chest, stroking gently at the soft skin. He straightened up, and kisses Mat softly on the mouth.
That was all it takes for the thing lodged in his throat, aching and sweet, to find a voice. “Please,” he begged, voice barely above a whisper. “Please.”
Jim smiled against his lips, kissed him once more, and murmured, “Whatever my boy wants.”
A shiver raced down Mat’s spine, and he instinctively spreads his legs a little wider.
Jim unbuckled Mat’s belt and undid his trousers. His fingers skittered along the waistband of Mat’s boxers, and he can’t help but shift his hips. Jim slid his boxers down to just past his hips. The thing in his throat made inarticulate, pleading noises, as Jim slicked up his fingers and pressed slowly inside Mat.
For what should have been a quick fuck in a filthy alley, he seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time preparing Mat, stretching him and stroking him, and all Mat could do was whimper and beg and arch his back hoping for more.
Time had stretched and distorted around them, because an eternity had passed by the time Jim finally worked his own trousers down and hitched Mat up so he could wrap his legs around Jim’s waist.
He braced himself against the bricks, knowing that there would bruises and broken skin tomorrow. For now, though, it was just another sensation pushing him higher and higher.
Jim wrapped his hand around Mat’s cock as he pushed in. Mat keened, low in his throat, and threw his head back. He hardly even noticed as it smacked against the wall.
The rhythm was brutal, too hard and too fast and indescribably perfect. He tried to match it, but it was all he could to cling to Jim and press messy kisses along his jaw.
Jim sucked the same spot below the corner his jaw again, and Mat felt his whole body tense. Heat and desire coiled in his belly, and oh he was right there.
“Are you ready, boy?” Jim panted, the words sliding along sweat and saliva slick skin.
He couldn’t silence the incoherent noises of need and want and please long enough to force the word ‘Yes’ that was stuck in his throat. Instead he nodded, fingers twisting tighter in the fabric of Jim’s shirt.
Jim nipped at the spot one last time. “Come for me,” he said, voice dark and demanding compliance.
Mat whimpered, and it was a small and broken sound, as the tension in his body spiralled tighter and tighter, before finally shattering in to tiny little pieces.
He was limp and pliant against Jim but for his restlessly shifting hips as Jim gave his final stuttering thrust before coming with a small sigh.
Unprompted: [RPF] Untitled, Mat/Jim, Dom!Jim verse, NC 17 - 4/4
(Anonymous) 2011-12-04 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)Mat winced a little as Jim pulled out, but misses the contact almost instantly.
“Can you stand?” Jim asked, tenderness softening his voice. He pressed a kiss against the point of Mat’s chin, letting his lips slide up to press another one against his mouth.
Mat tried to find his voice, but failed. He just shook his head then rested it on Jim’s shoulder.
“Okay then. How about we get you cleaned up.” He brought one hand to rest on the small of Mat’s back, giving him some more support, while the other fished around his pockets looking for a handkerchief.
He gently, gently cleaned them up as best he could, before trying to make them look somewhat presentable. Mat just stayed pressed against him, needing to keep Jim close.
“Are we ready go home?”
Mat clung a bit tighter.
Jim lowered him carefully to the ground, then wrapped Mat’s arms around his own shoulders. “There we go, stay nice and close and lean on me, yeah? We’ll find a taxi, go back to yours, maybe have a shower, and curl up in bed.”
Mat nodded, then motioned towards the BAFTA sitting forlornly among the litter and dirt of the alley. Jim bit back a laugh, and leant down to pick it up. “It isn’t that important, really. I’ve everything I need right here,” he said, tightening his grip on Mat’s waist.
It was an uneventful trip back to Mat’s, despite the continuing closeness.
It was only once they were curled around each on Mat’s bed that Mat rediscovered his voice. “I love you,” he murmured, fingers curling softly against Jim’s cheek, marvelling at the rush of joy.
“I love you too.”
They shifted so that they were infinitesimally closer to together, and finally drifted off to sleep.
Re: Unprompted: [RPF] Untitled, Mat/Jim, Dom!Jim verse, NC 17 - 4/4
(Anonymous) 2011-12-05 12:06 am (UTC)(link)Re: Unprompted: [RPF] Untitled, Mat/Jim, Dom!Jim verse, NC 17 - 4/4
(Anonymous) 2011-12-05 01:06 am (UTC)(link)Unprompted: [RPF] Untitled, Mat/Jim, Dom!Jim verse, NC 17 - 1A/4
(Anonymous) 2011-12-05 03:25 am (UTC)(link)*
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.
Re: Unprompted: [RPF] Untitled, Mat/Jim, Dom!Jim verse, NC 17 - 1A/4
(Anonymous) 2011-12-05 07:11 am (UTC)(link)Thank you.
Re: Unprompted: [RPF] Untitled, Mat/Jim, Dom!Jim verse, NC 17 - 1A/4
(Anonymous) 2011-12-07 06:55 am (UTC)(link)Re: Unprompted: [RPF] Untitled, Mat/Jim, Dom!Jim verse, NC 17 - 1A/4
(Anonymous) 2011-12-06 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)“I am lovely and you like me very much.”
NONNY I WANT TO SHOWER YOU IN KISSES
Re: Unprompted: [RPF] Untitled, Mat/Jim, Dom!Jim verse, NC 17 - 1A/4
(Anonymous) 2011-12-07 06:56 am (UTC)(link)Thank you so much for the comment ♥♥♥
Re: Unprompted: [RPF] Untitled, Mat/Jim, Dom!Jim verse, NC 17 - 4/4
(Anonymous) 2011-12-05 08:14 am (UTC)(link)it is so wonderful to see you back on the meme, omg. and this was gorgeous, sweet and urgent and loving and oh *flaily hands*
♥♥♥!!!
Re: Unprompted: [RPF] Untitled, Mat/Jim, Dom!Jim verse, NC 17 - 4/4
(Anonymous) 2011-12-07 06:54 am (UTC)(link)Re: Unprompted: [RPF] Untitled, Mat/Jim, Dom!Jim verse, NC 17 - 4/4
(Anonymous) 2011-12-09 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)ALL THE LOVE! <33333 For this was so, SO perfect - seriously. <3333
Re: Unprompted: [RPF] Untitled, Mat/Jim, Dom!Jim verse, NC 17 - 4/4
(Anonymous) 2011-12-11 01:34 pm (UTC)(link)