2015-06-09 19:40:42 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

asthehero:

> ( If you wanna’ win, start by playing for keeps, kiddo. After all, Jack likes keeping YOU. )

> There is blood all over the kid’s mouth by the time he gets to kissing him proper; enough so, that Jack wonders if he’s gone and bitten his tongue in half, just to keep his temper in check. That’d have been disappointing as all hell. so he’s genuinely pleased to find that young Jack’s just re-opened the cut on his tongue. All those goddamn candies he eats, and not a thing about him’s any more sweet. Jack curls his tongue inside his counterpart’s mouth, a hand finding careless purchase in his hair. He knows it’ll piss him off ( it’d piss him off, and they’re practically cut from the same cloth ), but he twists his fingers into brunette locks and gives them a tug. He feels that hand around his neck, kid.

> Jack pulls back, long enough to suck on his teeth and produce one hell of an annoying ‘tsk-ing’ noise. He hasn’t gone and yanked on young Jack’s hair, but he might as well, the way he leans back to arm’s length and observes him for a moment. ( Oh, okay. He’s bleeding too now. Kid’s got a bite. )
> “I mean. It’s a good start, but, uh. Award-winning material, it’s not.”

He can feel the rush of blood between his teeth, deafening in his ears, and split between the two of them (one of them? he’d say two sides of the same coin if it didn’t sound cliche and corny as hell), painting mouths shiny and red. He grunts at the hand pulling his hair and squints open his eyes from where he’d squeezed them shut. (Oh, not the hair, now this is war.)

Jack digs his fingernails into the soft flesh of his other’s throat, jaw locking tight on another bite, but not soon enough, because other Jack is pulling back and he tries to follow his mouth but the hand in his hair keeps him still, keeps him held back. He manages to stay put and quiet (a rarity indeed) as Jack observes him (smug bastard), licking his lips around a grin, the blood making them sticky in the cool air. He doesn’t say anything in retort, just makes a triumphant little hmph at the back of his throat and digs his fingers in a little harder before surging forward, feeling aggressive and intent on reclaiming Jack’s mouth, hand in his hair be damned.