Dare!
Undo the asker’s bottoms with your teeth while making eye contact.
“Hm. Well, uh, that’s awfully daring indeed. Fine, but I am so docking your pay after this.”
Jack pushes Tim over to fall onto his plush office couch, grinning down after him. Hell, he wasn’t gonna refuse someone that good looking, now was he? He settles his weight on his knees between his double’s spread legs, keeping his thighs spread with the bruising grip of his fingers. He moves the bright yellow shirt of the way the best he can, holding it back with a hand and breathing hot on the exposed skin of Tim’s stomach. It’s easy enough to pretend it’s actually himself and not just someone he’s paying to wear his face.
“Y’know, I actually had a dream like this once, but it was uh, more the other way around, if you get what I’m saying.” Jack
stops hesitating and bites into the warm leather of the other’s belt,
tugging it free in inches, his teeth and the chin clasp on his mask
clicking hard on the metal of the buckles. Once he’s gotten that out of
the way he licks his lips and looks up at Tim through his lashes,
trying his damnedest to look as debauched as possible. This is a dare
after all, and hell if he isn’t going to give it a hundred and ten percent. His very pride is at stake.
The button of Tim’s jeans is a little more difficult (he’d really have to get Nish’ to teach him the trick to it). It takes a few tries, but he’s enjoying the way Tim shakes underneath him. He manages to pop it and does a little mental celebration. Shuddup, he’s a master at this. He remembers the eye contact part of the dare again as he goes for the zipper, clenching the tab hard between his teeth and going oh-so slow. He lets out a noise when he reaches the bottom, almost hurting something as he pulls away in victory.
“Yeah! How impressive was that, huh?” Jack pats Tim’s leg in a ‘hit the showers, boys’ move. “On a scale of one to a gazillion how turned on are you, be honest.”