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Late 2012
Once upon a bridge, Jared Leto stood and looked down into the blackest hole of his life. He was broken and used up. The dream of death, the promise of an end. Closer, closer to the edge. It would be so easy. Just a step. He tried to be someone else, but nothing seemed to change.
Just a step.
It has been the longest fucking walk back imaginable.
Early 2015
Arm twisted behind his back, bent over the couch, ass up, Henry squirms. The solid weight pinning him in place rides the motion. Rides. Fuck yes. The cotton of his shorts is thin; the hard ridge of the prick grinding into Henry's crease radiates heat through the scant barrier of their clothes. Henry's own prick is trapped up against the back of the couch, hard and aching. "You're not laughing now," Henry points out and gets a muted thrust for his smart mouth. Oh fuck yes. Assertive Jared is a very good thing, thank you very much.
Jared is a method actor. To play a role, he has to feel it. Originally, he'd wondered if he could find his Joker, here with Henry. After all, he is Henry's boy.
Obviously he had been worried for nothing.
"Shut up..." He breathes into Henry's ear. "Shut the fuck up." Biting down on the back of Henry's neck, leaving a livid mark.
It's rough, mean, perfect. Henry pushes back, not enough to actually try and get away, but enough that Jared has to work to keep him in place. "Make. Me."
All the work in the gym is paying off. Jared is strong, stronger than he looks. He keeps his knee in the small of Henry's back, undoing his jeans. Where a few months ago, he'd be second guessing himself, now he is absolutely sure he can keep Henry down if he needs to.
The voice is coming, it's louder in his head now so he can almost feel the anger that fuels the Joker, "Slut." He growls, pulling at Henry's shorts, exposing his ass.
Henry snorts, growling back a little as he twists his wrist in Jared's grip. "Pot. Kettle."
Laughing, Jared just slaps Henry's ass hard, nudging his legs so he can get better access.
He can feel that need to hurt, a need he thought had gone forever. It surges through him.
It's pushing his luck. But Henry likes pushing and it feels really good to have Jared over him like this. "Are you fucking kidding? Rayon hits harder than that, you pussy."
Pussy? Rayon?
Jared moves over him, pinning him. He won't be the one wearing marks.
"If I'm a pussy, what does that make you?" He wonders aloud, more biting to the meat of Henry’s shoulder.
"Bored?" Sometimes, Henry's mouth engages before his brain. Fuck.
Anger bubbles to the surface; Jared knows Henry is trying to get a rise out of him.
"Bored are you." It's not a question.
Jared winds his arm around Henry's neck, presenting his fingers. "Suck."
Henry's gut goes tight and the air freezes in his lungs. Yes. He opens his mouth, sucking the digits wetly into his mouth. Working his tongue over and around them, he gurgles a moan and grinds back into the weight keeping him pinned..
At least that shuts his lover up for a moment, giving Jared the chance to channel his anger, to not allow himself to get lost in the character he is creating.
"It's all you're going to get." Jared breathes into Henry's ear, pushing his fingers deeper into his mouth, hearing the tiny little hitch in Henry's breathing.
That sounds good to Henry. He rocks his hips, enjoying the way the denim of Jared's pant leg rubs against his bare ass. The problem though? All that lust that kicks up his spine, suddenly has his mouth dry.
"This is going to hurt you more than it's going to hurt me." Jared snarls and pulls his fingers from the suction of Henry’s mouth. They’re damp but not as wet as he'd like. He dismisses the thought. Even if it does hurt, it isn't going to kill Henry, he'll just have to sit carefully the next couple days.
He spreads Henry's ass cheeks one handed and slides his fingers into Henry's hole.
"Fuck." Henry can't help tensing up, hole tightening around Jared's fingers even as he tells himself to just breathe through the burn.
"Relax." Jared isn't so lost that he can't feel how tense Henry is. "It's not as if you don't want it. Don't want to get dicked by my fat prick." And he's not beyond borrowing Henry's words either.
That works for Henry in an immediate and obvious way. Moaning, he exhales, head dropping. The tension melts out of him, his hole fluttering around Jared's touch. "Want it," he gasps, agreeing, "your fat prick."
That's better. And as soon as he feels Henry let go, he removes his fingers, spits loudly, watching a globule of it land on Henry's pucker. He brushes his prick over that wet hole, teasing a little before he begins the long slide in.
That's so filthy. Henry twitches at the splatter of spit, with a hiss that stutters into a gasp as Jared begins to fuck into him. It aches, an exquisite heat. "Oh uhfuck yes, that's it. Dick me."
"I'm fucking you, whore, feel that burn?" Jared hisses, moving his hips. Henry is so fucking hot, so fucking tight. "Then you're wearing a plug for the rest of the night, keep your hole open for me." A fantasy is forming. To see how many times in 24 hours he can fuck Henry.
Henry goes along with it mostly because he knows Jared wouldn't actually and partly because it's hot as hell to hear him talking like this. "Plug me and keep me prepped, hmmm? Be your whore all night. Fuck....harder."
“Mine. Whore” Jared growls.
"Your whore," Henry grits back, grinding back into him.
"That’s right, my whore and no one else's." Jared lets the possessiveness he usually tries to keep under wraps right out there. He's found the perfect rhythm now, fucking him hard, long even strokes, resisting the temptation to fist Henry's dick. He is going to push him. Just a little.
It burns and aches, almost too much friction for Henry to find pleasure in it. Except Jared is hot and sweating over him, in him, mouth spewing filthy things. Henry loves it. He tilts his hips just a little and that, "Fuck there..."
Grinning, Jared keeps going, his mind filled with images of Henry in impossible situations, situations that will never happen but that fuel Jared's lust.
Henry's own lust is burning, bright and fierce. Adjusting his grip on the couch to free a hand, he reaches down and strokes himself.
Tempted though he is to make Henry wait, Jared wants it to be different, he reaches for Henry's hand and stills it. "Want you to come without touching, if you can, if not I'll suck you off." He loves Henry's dick in his mouth.
Giving himself a final squeeze, Henry very deliberately puts his hand back on the couch. "Don't know if I can..."
Jared's heart swells with love for Henry, he's brought Jared back from the brink and even now, he goes that extra mile to give his boy what he wants. He smiles and the bite he bestows on the back of Henry's neck is tender.
"If you can't, I'll suck you dry." He promises, feeling the beginnings of his own orgasm beginning to stir.
"Bite me again," Henry grunts back. "Mark me. Yours."
How can Jared resist. He is moments away from coming when he savagely bites Henry's neck, bites until his mouth is filled with the metallic tang of blood, his dick beginning to throb.
It's another layer of pain and nothing that will get Henry any closer to his own climax. It's good in its own right, consuming. Henry hisses, closes his eyes and sinks into it.
Unable to hold on a moment longer, Jared comes hard, his fingers digging into Henry's hips, marking him that way, too. His body shudders and shakes, strangely he is quiet, none of the usual moans and groans.
Suddenly, the only sound in the room is gasp of their combined breathing. Henry clenches around Jared, tightens around the fire and friction. His fingers knead the back of the couch, a shiver walking up his spine.
From where his is positioned, Jared sees Henry's vulnerability and he is overwhelmed by his feelings for this man.
"Love you." He whispers, his touch turning gentle, stroking Henry's damp skin, mouthing kisses on the marks he's left.
"I'm yours," Henry whispers back, and he means the other too, but this trumps that.
"Mine." Jared echoes and it feels so right, so good.
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Late 2012
Once upon a bridge, Jared Leto stood and looked down into the blackest hole of his life. He was broken and used up. The dream of death, the promise of an end. Closer, closer to the edge. It would be so easy. Just a step. He tried to be someone else, but nothing seemed to change.
Just a step.
It has been the longest fucking walk back imaginable.
Early 2015
Arm twisted behind his back, bent over the couch, ass up, Henry squirms. The solid weight pinning him in place rides the motion. Rides. Fuck yes. The cotton of his shorts is thin; the hard ridge of the prick grinding into Henry's crease radiates heat through the scant barrier of their clothes. Henry's own prick is trapped up against the back of the couch, hard and aching. "You're not laughing now," Henry points out and gets a muted thrust for his smart mouth. Oh fuck yes. Assertive Jared is a very good thing, thank you very much.
Jared is a method actor. To play a role, he has to feel it. Originally, he'd wondered if he could find his Joker, here with Henry. After all, he is Henry's boy.
Obviously he had been worried for nothing.
"Shut up..." He breathes into Henry's ear. "Shut the fuck up." Biting down on the back of Henry's neck, leaving a livid mark.
It's rough, mean, perfect. Henry pushes back, not enough to actually try and get away, but enough that Jared has to work to keep him in place. "Make. Me."
All the work in the gym is paying off. Jared is strong, stronger than he looks. He keeps his knee in the small of Henry's back, undoing his jeans. Where a few months ago, he'd be second guessing himself, now he is absolutely sure he can keep Henry down if he needs to.
The voice is coming, it's louder in his head now so he can almost feel the anger that fuels the Joker, "Slut." He growls, pulling at Henry's shorts, exposing his ass.
Henry snorts, growling back a little as he twists his wrist in Jared's grip. "Pot. Kettle."
Laughing, Jared just slaps Henry's ass hard, nudging his legs so he can get better access.
He can feel that need to hurt, a need he thought had gone forever. It surges through him.
It's pushing his luck. But Henry likes pushing and it feels really good to have Jared over him like this. "Are you fucking kidding? Rayon hits harder than that, you pussy."
Pussy? Rayon?
Jared moves over him, pinning him. He won't be the one wearing marks.
"If I'm a pussy, what does that make you?" He wonders aloud, more biting to the meat of Henry’s shoulder.
"Bored?" Sometimes, Henry's mouth engages before his brain. Fuck.
Anger bubbles to the surface; Jared knows Henry is trying to get a rise out of him.
"Bored are you." It's not a question.
Jared winds his arm around Henry's neck, presenting his fingers. "Suck."
Henry's gut goes tight and the air freezes in his lungs. Yes. He opens his mouth, sucking the digits wetly into his mouth. Working his tongue over and around them, he gurgles a moan and grinds back into the weight keeping him pinned..
At least that shuts his lover up for a moment, giving Jared the chance to channel his anger, to not allow himself to get lost in the character he is creating.
"It's all you're going to get." Jared breathes into Henry's ear, pushing his fingers deeper into his mouth, hearing the tiny little hitch in Henry's breathing.
That sounds good to Henry. He rocks his hips, enjoying the way the denim of Jared's pant leg rubs against his bare ass. The problem though? All that lust that kicks up his spine, suddenly has his mouth dry.
"This is going to hurt you more than it's going to hurt me." Jared snarls and pulls his fingers from the suction of Henry’s mouth. They’re damp but not as wet as he'd like. He dismisses the thought. Even if it does hurt, it isn't going to kill Henry, he'll just have to sit carefully the next couple days.
He spreads Henry's ass cheeks one handed and slides his fingers into Henry's hole.
"Fuck." Henry can't help tensing up, hole tightening around Jared's fingers even as he tells himself to just breathe through the burn.
"Relax." Jared isn't so lost that he can't feel how tense Henry is. "It's not as if you don't want it. Don't want to get dicked by my fat prick." And he's not beyond borrowing Henry's words either.
That works for Henry in an immediate and obvious way. Moaning, he exhales, head dropping. The tension melts out of him, his hole fluttering around Jared's touch. "Want it," he gasps, agreeing, "your fat prick."
That's better. And as soon as he feels Henry let go, he removes his fingers, spits loudly, watching a globule of it land on Henry's pucker. He brushes his prick over that wet hole, teasing a little before he begins the long slide in.
That's so filthy. Henry twitches at the splatter of spit, with a hiss that stutters into a gasp as Jared begins to fuck into him. It aches, an exquisite heat. "Oh uhfuck yes, that's it. Dick me."
"I'm fucking you, whore, feel that burn?" Jared hisses, moving his hips. Henry is so fucking hot, so fucking tight. "Then you're wearing a plug for the rest of the night, keep your hole open for me." A fantasy is forming. To see how many times in 24 hours he can fuck Henry.
Henry goes along with it mostly because he knows Jared wouldn't actually and partly because it's hot as hell to hear him talking like this. "Plug me and keep me prepped, hmmm? Be your whore all night. Fuck....harder."
“Mine. Whore” Jared growls.
"Your whore," Henry grits back, grinding back into him.
"That’s right, my whore and no one else's." Jared lets the possessiveness he usually tries to keep under wraps right out there. He's found the perfect rhythm now, fucking him hard, long even strokes, resisting the temptation to fist Henry's dick. He is going to push him. Just a little.
It burns and aches, almost too much friction for Henry to find pleasure in it. Except Jared is hot and sweating over him, in him, mouth spewing filthy things. Henry loves it. He tilts his hips just a little and that, "Fuck there..."
Grinning, Jared keeps going, his mind filled with images of Henry in impossible situations, situations that will never happen but that fuel Jared's lust.
Henry's own lust is burning, bright and fierce. Adjusting his grip on the couch to free a hand, he reaches down and strokes himself.
Tempted though he is to make Henry wait, Jared wants it to be different, he reaches for Henry's hand and stills it. "Want you to come without touching, if you can, if not I'll suck you off." He loves Henry's dick in his mouth.
Giving himself a final squeeze, Henry very deliberately puts his hand back on the couch. "Don't know if I can..."
Jared's heart swells with love for Henry, he's brought Jared back from the brink and even now, he goes that extra mile to give his boy what he wants. He smiles and the bite he bestows on the back of Henry's neck is tender.
"If you can't, I'll suck you dry." He promises, feeling the beginnings of his own orgasm beginning to stir.
"Bite me again," Henry grunts back. "Mark me. Yours."
How can Jared resist. He is moments away from coming when he savagely bites Henry's neck, bites until his mouth is filled with the metallic tang of blood, his dick beginning to throb.
It's another layer of pain and nothing that will get Henry any closer to his own climax. It's good in its own right, consuming. Henry hisses, closes his eyes and sinks into it.
Unable to hold on a moment longer, Jared comes hard, his fingers digging into Henry's hips, marking him that way, too. His body shudders and shakes, strangely he is quiet, none of the usual moans and groans.
Suddenly, the only sound in the room is gasp of their combined breathing. Henry clenches around Jared, tightens around the fire and friction. His fingers knead the back of the couch, a shiver walking up his spine.
From where his is positioned, Jared sees Henry's vulnerability and he is overwhelmed by his feelings for this man.
"Love you." He whispers, his touch turning gentle, stroking Henry's damp skin, mouthing kisses on the marks he's left.
"I'm yours," Henry whispers back, and he means the other too, but this trumps that.
"Mine." Jared echoes and it feels so right, so good.
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