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| lucier | Apr 18 2010, 03:13 PM Post #76 |
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Was it stupid that Jason just did not see the appeal of Internet sex? Well, if he bought into the 'everyone else was doing it' kind of trope, he really should get with the program. It was sort of embarrassing that he...didn't. Anyway. Not his fault that he just didn't see the appeal of all this, maybe he wasn't made out to be a voyeur, he preferred doing...touching. Having someone's genitalia just there on the screen...it made Jason feel almost self-conscious. Which was just bullshit. He was good at objectifying, this shouldn't even be any different... Morgan did not look like anyone that Jason had ever slept with, no weird birthmarks or anything. His hands, Jason always had a strange fascination with hands...and he decided that he would have liked very much to suck on Morgan's fingers. Wished his hands were on him...Morgan wanted him. Somehow, the voice sounded oddly familiar. Maybe it was someone that he had shared a quickie with before or something. Wouldn't be all that surprising. Maybe he'd try it just this once...fail miserably and no one would ever know. Wasn't like Morgan was watching him. Undoing the snap of his pants, Jason rubbed idly at the head of his dick. What did he want him to do next? The voice nagged at him, he knew he'd heard it somewhere before. His mind was just hazy enough not to compute. I want you...feel the soft skin under my fingers. Go slowly and be as indulgent as you like...I just like to hear you. He'd never had much of a voice kink before, but maybe this was a good time. He knew he'd heard that voice before. Also, perhaps typing like a regular grammar/spelling Nazi during cyber sex counted against him, but it wasn't like whoever was at the end...well, he wasn't like Mark, that was for sure. |
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| passionflower | Apr 24 2010, 04:32 PM Post #77 |
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The President's son tipped his head back, as he closed his eyes. Hm... he was wanted. A smile tweaked his lips as he trailed his tongue over the plush petals of his mouth. Be indulgent... and vocal, was 'Tony's' request. He could do that. He could do that very well. Long fingers trailed from along his soft sacks to the base of his member. His fingers slowly trailed up and down along the pulsing underbelly of his member, till his fingers wrapped fully around it. He shuddered visibly, as his member throbbed within his palm. His fingertip swiped over the leaking head of his member. Before long, his hot length was glimmering from his slick pre, as he worked his hand up and down, slowly for the time being. "Shit..." he husked against his mic. Panting breaths left him. "Oh god... You'd love to suck on my cock, wouldn't you?" he purred softly. "Wish I could hear you..." he chuckled a bit. "Then you could... talk dirty to me..." he sighed as his hips arched up into his hand. His free hand gently cupped his own sacs, stroking and handling them while his right kept pumping up and don along his shaft. He wasn't gonna last long at this rate. His own hand knew where to stroke, and... knowing he had many adoring eyes, including Tony's, was on him... was even more of a turn on. An ego boost, that he was indeed sexually attractive. He could probably easily find a boyfriend if he had the option. But he did not... Curse his spot in life, curse his bigoted father. He sunk his teeth into his lower lip. Though a gasp escaped him, as little Boots hopped up onto the bed. The cat let out a mewl, loud enough to register on the mic, and pawed at his master's side. So this fellow had a cat... Letting out a huff, Sawyer lifted his hand and pet the cat's head. "Not now, precious..." he sighed. |
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| lucier | Apr 26 2010, 06:19 PM Post #78 |
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So it'd already been established that Jason really couldn't bring himself to get off on this. If he'd really want casual sex, he'd go out and hire a male prostitute, or a female one, depended on his mood, really. But soliciting sex on the Internet...he just felt weird about it. He was probably going to have to get Mark back here so they he could get off the old fashioned way, but...anyway. He found himself staring more at slender fingers than the man's bulging cock. Lovely fingers fascinated him. And he also thought that he saw the hands somewhere before. His volume on his speakers was already up, but...still Jason could not quite place the voice. It was going to bother him until he placed it. And he knew he knew it, it was just -- right, he had to type something. It'd feel so hard in my mouth...I can taste it already. Maybe all this, it was mildly fascinating. I'd also suck your fingers. Jason heard the soft mewling of a cat over Morgan's moans. The man had a cat. He scribbled 'cat' and underlined it twice on his post - it note. Next time you can hear me. Except Mr. Domino9 wasn't going to be signing on again until he found the voice. Jason swore on it. You look so hot, I want to see you come. Jason reached again for this glass of scotch, maybe he would have a moment of inspiration. |
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| passionflower | Apr 26 2010, 10:04 PM Post #79 |
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Sawyer licked a slow trail over his lips as he soon got a response from 'Tony'. A shudder passed over him, as he let those words sink in. More than just his cock... the other man would like to suck on his fingers? He couldn't say he'd had another man tell him that before, but he didn't find the idea all that odd. It sounded... sensual. He chuckled softly to himself, letting out a soft husk. "You like my fingers huh? ... If you were here you could suck on them all you like..." he purred into his mic. He smiled to himself as the other man informed him he'd hear his voice... next time he saw him. "I look forward to that. I bet you have a sexy voice..." Sawyer murmured. A shiver trickled along his spine to pool in his groin, to add to the tightening arousal between his legs. A gasp, as his hips began to buck and grind up into his own hand. With a few more bucking thrusts of his lower torso, the president's son let out a tingle inducing cry. His member throbbed in his hand, as the thick pearly essence shot forth from the rosy crown and got all over his slender fingers. "Oh god! ... So good..." he cried out softly. He fell back on the bed, the laptop jolting a bit. The angle of the screen changed a little, causing it to tilt up, to expose the brunet's upper torso, as well as his long neck and chin. His head twas tipped back, keeping his face still ... hidden. Sawyer lifted his hand to his lips, as he tasted his own essence... If only it was someone else's. Like 'Tony's'. He smiled a bit to himself. "... Like the show, Tony?" he sighed softly. |
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| lucier | Apr 29 2010, 02:34 AM Post #80 |
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Maybe here, Morgan was hitting a little too close to home, after all 'Tony' was from Baltimore, and even if, he could hire one of the bell boys to play the part, and Jason had to bet that one or two of them had some sort of finger fetish. Although he wasn't going to go insofar as to call it a fetish -- still, Jason studied the come coating his fingers in a mildly curious fascination. He listened to the moans and closed his eyes, wondered who could be making them. It had to be someone he knew, Jason knew he had heard the voice some time before. It just bugged him that he couldn't pinpoint where. The Scotch was hardly helping. Jason drank the rest of that and put the glass hastily aside. I don't know if my voice is sexy or not. I certainly do try, been told that I'm quite pursuasive.. Now the camera was poised on his neck, for a moment, Jason wanted to strangle him, but it was something that came from being oddly aroused. He'd never act on it. Did he like the show? He had two post-its worth of 'notes' and it was royally pathetic. Perhaps here, he could take a chance. After all, if anyone wanted to out him...they'd be trouble too, if they were important. So it was a half and half kind of deal and Jason was pretty sure he could talk himself out of anything should any improper implication come up. And that was assuming the person on the other end recognized him. He might even not. Jason turned his mic, "Enjoyed it very much, hope to do this again. Good bye, Morgan." And the click. It was not good to give the guy time to respond. After that, Jason crawled into bed alone, he was too lazy to call Mark, and it was easier to wonder what he'd gotten himself into when he was alone in his hotel suite. |
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| passionflower | Apr 30 2010, 05:01 PM Post #81 |
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Sawyer was a bit of a mess, especially as a man's voice suddenly broke through the silence of his room. Tony's voice. A little tremor ran down his body. And a grin came to his face. Though before he could get much of a response out to Tony, the other sighed off. Mindful of his cam now, Sawyer lifted a hand and pulled the screen almost closed to prevent his face being seen. He signed off shortly and realized he was smiling stupidly to himself. He'd not been this happy after an online voyeristic wank in a while. He was a bit too buzzed on post-orgasmic content to really think about how familiar that voice was. Life seemed a bit better, the days that followed. Sawyer made a point of not getting online too often. He worried about getting addicted to it, and besides... he figured the fewer times he was online like that the less likely he'd get caught. But his days at work and at home still seemed oddly better after that night performing for Tony, which was odd since he hadn't exactly talked to the other guy all that much. Maybe it was the fact he typed intelligently... and seemed to have a fascination with fingers. Hah. Sawyer had just gotten home from the New Yorker. He walked through the halls of the White House, and avoided looking in the direction of Jason. He headed up to the second floor, to find himself faced with his president father. "You're due at the local Windsor Elementary school. You're going to read to the little children and let them play with that clawed creature you call your cat. Now go," His father informed him, plainly and matter of factly. Sawyer scowled as his dad just walked off then, expecting him to do as he told him. A sigh escaped him then. He hated being used for political ploys, to appeal to the younger generation. Annoyed him to death. But... he had no choice. He headed to his room, and scooped up Boots in his arms. "Hey there, precious. We're going on an adventure today..." he mused as he stroked the cat's head. A short while later, Sawyer, still decked out in his work suit with the feline in his arms, was heading down the stairs and out the door, paying little mind to any glances he got. Everyone knew he had a cat... having a cat wasn't a crime. |
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| lucier | Apr 30 2010, 05:59 PM Post #82 |
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It ate at him. And apparently, Jason's voice wasn't memorable because there was no one else who broke in his hotel room demanding to do him favors. He sort of missed that. And for the life of him he couldn't figure out who it was. He carried the two post -it notes at all times and sometimes stared at it when he thought no one was looking. It was just mildly pathetic that way. Only mildly. There came a day when he was downstairs chewing out Richard for fun for some shit or the other, when Jason noted Sawyer coming from down the stairs. He had to admit it was a bit obvious of him. But the cat. He could have sworn it was the same cat... That he saw that one day when he had failed horribly at soliciting Internet sex. He didn't stop staring at the cat until Sawyer was out the door. And then he turned to Richard, conveniently forgetting what he was yelling about. "Anyway, um, what was I saying? Oh, yeah, where's Sawyer going?" Richard gave him this 'are you fucking kidding me?' look and said, "He's standing in for the President, going to read books to kids at a school or something. How come you always miss these memos? Thought you were all posh now, Mr. Senior Advisor. And do you always call him that, Sawyer?" "I um..." Jason was suddenly at a loss for words. "His cat." "What...about his cat?" Jason whirled around and went back to his office...maybe...maybe this was a good thing. Who would have thought that the guy he was...wow, the world really hated Sawyer McKinely. Consequently, the world loved Jason Lansky. Or...karma was just fucked. |
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| passionflower | May 1 2010, 12:14 AM Post #83 |
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Sawyer returned later that afternoon. At least... the kids weren't too horrible. So bright eyed and amazed, though some a bit clueless over who he was. He just hoped he didn't end up brain washing them. He kind of avoided talking politics around them. Just read a few books... He carried in Boots in his arms, though he was stopped before he could get upstairs by one of the female secretaries. She cooed over the young cat, stroking under his chin. Sawyer chewed on his lip as he let her fawn over his cat. He supposed it was better his cat than himself. And Boots enjoyed the attention. His eyes lifted, to glance past the secretary. He caught sight of Lansky... in his ill earned Senior Advisor booth. Gods whenever he saw that man he felt his blood boil. Sure he'd been over all quite lenient with his findings, but Jason still had that information as his disposal if he ever needed an ace in his hand... When the secretary fluttered away, he cleared his throat and headed for the stairs, eyes avoiding the many aide desks. He ascended the stairs with Boots in tow, then soon was back in the 'safety' of his 'home'. Though the White House hardly felt like home... He set his cat down on the floor, and went about loosening his tie. The residential floor was empty again. He let out a sigh of relief. Good... he needed some time to himself. |
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| lucier | May 1 2010, 01:58 AM Post #84 |
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Jason stared at the paper before him. It was written in his strange coded shorthanded, but it read in English as follows: Morgan = cat, Sawyer = cat. Sawyer = Morgan? Sawyer = sounds like Morgan? cat = same cat? And then, he wrote THE HELL in caps and underlined it three times for good measure. He really was not a vengeful person (that was such a lie) but Sawyer really liked lining up all his ducks in a row all neat for Jason to shoot. Jason only got off making people's lives miserable if they deserved it. Sawyer....well, the only punishment that Sawyer was doomed to take was being a McKinely. And he just happened to be gay. Or bisexual...but probably gay. Both incidences that Jason had caught him in now both involved...males. And Sawyer had said that he hated marriage...in a roundabout way. And now he was really out for a dilemma, actually, it wasn't a dilemma at all. It was just that Jason picked a damn good time to grow a conscience. On the other hand, Sawyer McKinely was so fucking spineless he almost deserved it. He crumpled up both post-its and shredded it. The good thing about his new position was that a shredder was never far away. He rang Ross, and argued with him for a minute before Ross consented to pick up the tab at one of Jason's favorite restaurants Western Venice. For two. "What's the occasion?" "Sawyer McKinely is a very sad fuck," said Jason, and hung up. He just needed for his damn conscience to go away. Treating the kid to a very expensive meal at one of D.C's classiest restaurants was just about expensive enough to suit. Now the hard part was getting Sawyer to say yes...but someone had to make a peace offering. "Caroline? Would you please fetch Sawy--I mean, Mr. McKinely for me, please?" His secretary gave him a look, "...And what do you want Mr. McKinely for, Mr. Lansky?" "That...is none of your business." |
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| passionflower | May 1 2010, 10:10 PM Post #85 |
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Sawyer had been in the midst of hanging up his tie and getting comfy, when there came a knock on the door... from the stairs that lead up to the residential suite. He quirked a brow, then turned and headed down the hall to the door. Obviously not his father or mother since they both had keys. And he doubted it was anyone dangerous with security being quite ruthless. He still slowly opened the door and blinked in surprise as one of the secretaries stood there on the top step. "Hello Mr. McKinely. I hope I'm not intruding. One of our advisers, Mr. Lansky, has requested your presence," she informed quietly. Sawyer felt his shoulders tense at the mention of that name. For fuck's sake, what did he want now? His hands slid into his pockets as he quirked a brow at her. "What does he want?" "He wouldn't tell me. So I assume it's something... private?" she mused quietly. Sawyer felt his face seem to stiffen. Guh... great. He watched the secretary hurry down the stairs. He let out a heavy sigh as he smoothed a hand over his face. He'd unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt, but quickly went about doing them back up. He kept the tie off though. Tugging the door closed behind him, he trundled down the stairs in a bit of a huff. He walked through the rows of desks, till he was standing at Jason's. His arms folded over his chest. "State your business," he informed, plainly, as he attempted to keep himself in check. |
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| lucier | May 1 2010, 11:06 PM Post #86 |
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And of course, the Sawyer McKinely that stormed in his office was hardly a happy Sawyer. Not that Jason expected to see a happy Sawyer, but it was so much easier to screw over a blindingly happy person than a person who was already fucking miserable. Jason looked him up and down, thinking back to the two post its that he had just shredded. Could Sawyer McKinely really be...Morgan? Of course he could just come out and ask, but a.) that would deprive him of good blackmail, or maybe not, and b.) it hardly seemed tactful. So for now, Jason would settle for a dinner invitation. He'd probably be rejected, but then again, it was one of the most expensive restaurants in the DC area and maybe he could appeal to the younger man's materialistic side. State your business. Not even a hello. Not that Jason Lansky ever deserved one. Still, that nagging feeling was eating at him. Perhaps maybe -- you know, the whole point of not having a conscience was not having to face all these ethical dilemmas. "I have a reservation tonight for two at Western Venice," he said finally. "I was wondering if you'd be interested in going. I need to pick your brain about your father." Okay, that last part was a bit improvisational, but...trying to figure out the president was always a plus, he thought. "I've reserved it under a fake name though...so if you're worried about publicity, you hardly have to. The appropriate people are paid off." For once in his life, Jason found that he desperately wanted to be wrong. |
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| passionflower | May 3 2010, 03:15 PM Post #87 |
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Sawyer was silent, as he looked Jason right in the eye. Perhaps it was his way of trying to show him he wasn't afraid of whatever vile thing he had up his sleeve now. He'd conquer and survive... Whatever it took. Though as the other man informed him he had a reservation for two at the swanky Western Venice, it caused him to quirk a brow. Was he interested in going? ... With Jason? Something about picking his brain about the Pres. Right... The younger man eased a little. "... I know no more about my father than anyone else in Washington." he informed plainly. In some ways it was true. The only extra bits he knew about were all that dark underbelly he doubted hit father wanted plastered all over the papers. "... Though why you feel a restaurant would be the best place to bug me for info ..." he shook his head. He glanced off then, brows furrowed in thought. "... But fine, I'll bite. I can't turn down nice food. Though I swear if you try to snog me in public to the secretly hidden paparazzi I'll ruin you," he mumbled. He folded his arms across his chest. "... when's the reservation?" he informed as he eyed the man, still suspicious. Okay maybe he was a bit stupid for accepting the invite. But another night spent in his room, after so many nights of the same old thing, going out... sounded nice. "... You're a peculiar fellow, Jason Lansky," he added quietly. He idly raked his fingers back through his hair as he cleared his throat. He never would have guessed the man he was standing in front of had witnessed one of his little peep shows... |
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| lucier | May 3 2010, 05:29 PM Post #88 |
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Jason twiddled his pen idly in his hand. If he tried to snog Sawyer with hidden cameras Sawyer would...oh, okay then. As far as Jason was concerned, he and Sawyer had already shared something more intimate...if Sawyer was Morgan. "Okay, I lied, if I wanted information about your old man, I wouldn't ask you. It's a bad question of loyalty and I know you still have some sense of propriety. I wouldn't compromise you that way." He'd compromise Sawyer in other ways...but not this way. "I like fine food...and it's a reservation for two, I have no friends and I certainly have no reason to treat my attorneys." Okay, perhaps that was a bit too honest. But Jason had said it so flippantly that he hoped it blew over like everything else he tended to say. "You have my word that I won't touch you," After all, Jason was not just a grunt anymore. If he wanted to play with the big boys, he'd have to be careful like one. So many of them weren't at all careful. Jason wasn't at all setting himself up to be the next Clinton. "Besides, I don't think you're really my type." If Sawyer ever grew a spine, Jason would definitely reconsider. "I'm peculiar, and my peculiarly kind moments are few and far between," Jason agreed amiably. "Don't read too much into it though, because it doesn't mean anything." Certainly wasn't a date. "I made the reservation at 7:30...because that's when I'll be done. If you'd like I can reschedule." |
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| passionflower | May 4 2010, 01:48 PM Post #89 |
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Sawyer watched the other man. Heh... no friends? And his attorneys weren't worth a dinner invite? Made him wonder what if it he wanted this time... from him. He rolled his eyes as Jason informed him he wasn't his type. He let out a huff. "Good to know," he mumbled. He gave a nod. Okay he wouldn't try to understand the other man. He was just.... weird. He cleared his throat. "... 7:30... okay. Yeah I can go." he glanced off to the side. "... Would it be too much to travel in your car?" he added. Less gas used, and it oddly enough seemed less shady if they left the White House at the same time in the same car. So obvious they weren't trying to hide something, in Sawyer's mind. He glanced off to the side. "... I'll meet you down here at 7." he added, before he turned and headed back to his sanctuary on the floor above. He soon got back up to his room and closed the door behind him. "... Why did I agree to this? Lansky spells nothing but trouble... " he mumbled to himself. Maybe he was too nice of a fellow... giving multiple chances to people. Who the hell knew... When 7 rolled around, Sawyer was soon heading back down the stairs. He had on a casual suit jacket and the dress shirt he'd worn that morning. The top two buttons were undone. He'd combed his hair back, though a few unruly strands fell across his face. He soon stood in front of Jason's desk again. "... ready?" |
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| lucier | May 4 2010, 04:40 PM Post #90 |
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Okay, so Jason really shouldn't have said that he had no friends. This was what, twice now that he had slipped in front of Sawyer and he didn't like anything that such a flippant mistake could indicate. After all, Sawyer McKinely was not his type and honestly, he hated all the garbage that Sawyer was loaded with and it was worse than the baggage that Jason himself had. If there was anything worse than a man without a spine was that man's baggage. "All right then, I'll see you at seven," Jason said, expecting more of a fight than the one he'd just gotten, but maybe his honesty was coming back to bite him in the ass again. Seven came too quickly, Jason was just doodling mindlessly on a stack of blue post its again when Sawyer's voice startled him to attention. "Oh...it's time already? Okay then, hold on one moment." Just because his stack of post its were that sacred, he put them away and locked them in a drawer. So what if Sawyer thought he was weird? Didn't even like the guy. Actually, Jason had little plans for the evening aside from trying to loosen him up a little. No harm playing fast and loose once in a while. "I'm good, and sure we can take my car, we'd look like a pair of well-dressed hobos in the said car, but I'm all for variety." (Actually, it was just an unassuming car, sometimes things happened in the car.) He was almost out of the long hallway, when the secretary he had dispatched earlier looked both of them over, suspicious. "Mr. Lansky, you're leaving? Jason paused to stare at her until she flinched, "I'm all done for tonight, might as well." But it wasn't until they walked outside to his unassuming car that Jason supposed at least a little compliment would be good. It would have been too odd otherwise, "You..erm, you look nice." (He was also very very awkward in the dinner for two type of situations.) |
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