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humbly adding to my last jon x tim ask, don’t remember exactly what it was, and not sure if you will even write it, but consider: tim being jon’s personal lighter, lighting up the cigarettes/joints for jon, and it’s very rewarding because intoxicating kink

So listen, this was gonna be short, and then it wasn’t. Hope you enjoy though.

“A source of ignition in the Archives? Well that just won’t do,” Jon had no chance to pocket his lighter before Tim had snatched it from his hand, holding it over his head. Jon didn’t even try to reach for it, choosing to keep a little dignity, “And smoking in your office, such unprofessional behavior.”

“I think you’re the last one who gets to chide me for smoking,” Jon sighed gesturing to Tim and then to the burn marks on his desk with the unlit cigarette. Elias had told him that as long as the desk was still standing he wasn’t going to replace it, Tim’s suggestion of taking it up to his office and setting it on fire had been considered, though his second suggestion to continue the activities that had led to it being singed on Elias’s desk had not, well not seriously anyway. Placing the aforementioned cigarette between his teeth he held his hand out for the lighter “Besides the last time I left the office to smoke I was framed for murder if you remember.”

“Right the old man,” Tim did not in fact hand it over pocketing it and with a snap of his fingers held his own flame out to Jon. Jon sighed too tired to argue leaning forward to light the tip, before relaxing back in his chair taking a long drag. He wondered if he could still get cancer, since it would be his own cells, but he figured it would be unlikely, and he doubted this particular smoke was any worse for him than the smoke from his own burning flesh. A sentence that he had to reflect sounded insane. “Well I’ll be keeping this, clearly smoking alone gets you in trouble.”

“Fine,” Jon knew better than argue knowing Tim would only dig his heels in if he argued, he’s get bored eventually.

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Tim had only been having a laugh when he had decided to steal the lighter from Jon. He hadn’t planned to enjoy being his boss’s personal lighter quite as much as he realized he did. Watching the constant tension that Jon carried ease just a bit as smoke poured out of his mouth. Did he perhaps encourage jon a bit more? Well who could really blame him? Most of the time after a smoke Jon was more likely to slip his control over his compulsion. Which gave him the excuse to snatch the stub and press the still burning end into his vulnerable throat. Sometimes he let Jon lay his head in his lap as he smoked, not letting him stop till he had gone through the whole pack, and leaving his chest covered in little round burns, that healed far too soon for Tim’s liking.

It was only natural of course that Tim escalate things.

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“Okay you can’t be serious Tim, at work?” Tim tried not to laugh as Jon puffed up a bit like an offended bird. He shuffled through appropriate comebacks, settling on tapping a finger pointedly on the melted corner of Jon’s desk, which made him deflate considerably quickly. Eyeing the tin like it was going to bite him, but he didn’t outright say no, so Tim took it as a win. “What if someone comes in.”

“Okay so first of all no one but you and me are here after hours. You because you’re a workaholic, me to make sure you don’t get murdered by something.” Jon opened his mouth to argue, but another pointed look had him snapping it shut. He even let Tim tug him onto the couch that Jon had begrudgingly let into his office since he and by extension Tim were basically living there. It was an ugly thing, but fairly comfortable. Tim grinned popping open the little tin, holding out one of the pre-rolled joints like a treat. Jon looked at him like he was holding another detonator, a thought which had him laughing. “Come on Jon you went to Uni surely you’ve tried pot before?”

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“I have,” Jon lied, he had not in fact tried pot before. Not for any good reason, he had even almost tried some once at a party Georgie had dragged him to, before deciding he didn’t want to be impaired around mostly strangers. Tim nodded and proffered the joint again, only to click his tongue pulling it back when Jon went to reach for it. Jon knew if he told Tim to stop he would, but once more that insatiable need to know was starting to eclipse his judgment.

“Open up,” Jon still stubborn on principle did not do so by his own volition, pressing his lips together tightly. Tim sighed dramatically, and Jon couldn’t even find it in himself to be surprised as he was hauled sideways to find his head cradled in his lap. Tim easily leveraged his jaw open sliding the now smoldering joint between his lips. Giving in Jon took a slow deep breath, letting the smoke settle in his lungs, before breathing out sending the smoke purposefully toward an unfazed Tim. “Good boy.”

“I’ll bite you,” Jon grumbled, only to giggle at Tim’s offended look before taking another deep drag. Jon let things start to slip around him, even the Eye was quieting down, Jon couldn’t hold back another laugh. Maybe that was the solution, he just needed to be constantly stoned. He Knew that wasn’t actually true, but well, what he knew was getting a bit hazy as Tim continued to press the joint between his lips, Jon dutifully breathing in each time. It was nice not to have to make decision, just open his mouth and breathe in.

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“You’re adorable like this you know?” Jon gives a weak mumble in response and Tim can’t resist running a finger along his cheek, leaving a trail of reddened skin that quickly healed. Jon didn’t even yelp, just let out a small whine, eyes half-open and getting more vacant by the moment. Taking the final drag he presses his lips to Jon’s letting the smoke flow, into his waiting mouth. He doesn’t stop until there’s no smoke left in his own lungs and Jon is squirming against him. Pulling back he lets him breathe, watching his chest heave as he catches his breathe he sets the remaining drugs aside. While he was certain Jon would keep taking whatever he gave him, he wanted to do this again, no need to go overboard.

It really is wonderful to watch Jon practically melt into his lap, tension unspooling leaving him soft and pliant, a bit like when he overdid it with statements. Only instead of overdosing on trauma he was just high. Tim loves seeing the almost vacant look in his eyes, head empty of stressful thoughts.

Undressing him is easy enough, and he did undress him instead of burning his clothes away. Mostly because Jon got really snippy about having to replace them, and Tim is in no hurry. He laments again at how easy it is to maneuver Jon, while it’s convenient he really wishes he wouldn’t starve himself. Pushing those thoughts aside Tim settles between his legs, relishing the tiny yelp as he runs his tongue over his already damp folds. It’s a testament to how out of it Jon is that his hips can only buck weakly as Tim continues teasing him

“You’re so good for me aren’t you? So out of it,” Part of Tim wants to consume him when he’s like this, burn him away until there’s nothing left. He indulges that part only a little the hand keeping his thighs spread practically glowing with heat. The weak scream was adorable as Jon’s whole body jolted up back arching.

“Sorry love, I just can’t help myself,” Tim soothed pulling back the all consuming fire until he was only slightly warm. Pressing his tongue inside his cunt as his own form of apology, until hes clenching down with a moan. Even his orgasm is a weak little thing, walls just barely clutching around his tongue before going limp. He spends a few more moments working him open, pressing two fingers inside till he’s moaning Tim’s name, hips bucking against him as he pulls away.

Jon’s legs are still spread and Tim can’t help but see it as an invitation as he quickly shucks his own pants. Pulling Jon to himself a bit more roughly than he probably should soothing his mumbled whine with a gentle kiss to his temple. He cants Jon’s hips up, and letting his cock press against his clit, making Jon practically squeak, before sliding inside, savoring every inch of that tight heat. He didn;t think he would ever grow tired of this, watching Jon’s face lips open in a near-silent moan, eyes fluttering shut.

“So lovely all wet and open for me,” Jon clenches down weakly around Tim’s cock as he speaks, despite the rest of his muscles being relaxed and loose and Tim has to fight to resist coming right then. However Tim can’t resist pressing one glowing hot hand to Jon’s abdomen, parting skin and muscle, he considers for a second if he could go further, wrap his hand around himself inside Jon, but no, not this time. That was probably something he should ask permission for, even if Jon would heal

Still just the thought has him shuddering, as he brushes his other hand, not searing hot, only warm against Jon’s swollen clit. Jon tightens around him again and Tim can only moan. He knows he’s not going to last much longer, so he keeps going a steady rhythm until Jon spasms around him, whining his name and that send Tim right over the edge. Pressing his lips to Jon’s he swallows his screams as his insides are painted with searing heat until everything goes quiet.

“That was a lot,” Jon’s voice is slurred and Tim is almost surprised he managed coherency, it seems that like everything else his body was clearing the toxins from his system faster than normal.

“High praise,” Tim teases shifting so Jon is laying on him now, not sure how well he could keep from crushing him at the moment. Jon shrugs pressing his face against his neck breathing slowly. Tim’s almost certain he’s fallen asleep when he finally speaks.

“I perhaps could be persuaded to try this again,” Tim can’t help it laughter bubbling up, and even Jon offers a few soft chuckles as a tape recorder clicks off.