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[red_lazarus]

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She tenses, and Jason loses all thought to a short burst of panic - he's pushed too far, he's misread, and then her hand is on him, so tantalizingly near to where he needs it and then there. Jason's loses his breath to a groan, mouth pulled from hers and face pressed hard to her shoulder.

"Yeah, like that," he exhales, fingers flexing around her waist. He knows he's not supposed to come just from this, that she'll mock him if he does, but for a moment he feels in danger of it, surprised pleasure rocketing through him so quickly he almost sways. "Fuck."

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[notliketherest]

"See, you do know what you like," I tell him as I pop open the top button of his jeans and tug at the zipper.

I'm a little surprised by how eager he is for it, how quickly he's gone from red-faced and defensive to nearly writhing beneath my touch. It's heady, I have to admit. Something I could definitely get used to.

It'd be even better if I could ignore the effect it's having on me.

Sliding my other hand around the back of his neck, I turn enough to brush my lips against his ear as I slip my hand inside his jeans, but over the cotton of his underwear. "Mmm, yeah," I breathe against his ear as I give a firm squeeze. "You definitely like that, don't you? Like my hand on your cock?"

[red_lazarus]

Jason pants his agreement, and he could no better describe how they got here than Johanna herself. He'd wanted out of the store like nothing else, but now he can't conceive of wanting anything but more of her hands on him, of doing anything but ensuring that she not stop what she's doing for a second.

Her fingers are thin on his neck, almost delicate, but they could be iron for the way Jason bends, catching small snatches of air between instinctive, open mouthed kisses to her throat. "Yeah," he whimpers when she squeezes, "please," and he can't think, his entire body a bundle of nerves and teenage want. "Please."

[notliketherest]

His mouth is on my neck, but he isn't doing anything more than kissing right now, and I try to ignore the way each touch sends heat down my spine, want coiling tight between my legs.

"Oh, I like that," I say with a smirk, rubbing my palm against him as I hook my thumb in the waistband of his underwear. "Begging sounds good on you."

My teeth catch the shell of his ear as I pull his underwear away enough to slip my hand inside.

[red_lazarus]

Jason shivers for the gentle puff of her breath against his ear, hands lifted to frame her face for another kiss, but his knees nearly buckle as she wraps her hand around him. He hadn't thought it could feel better than when she was simply squeezing him, and he's not prepared for her cool fingers wrapped around him skin to skin.

"God," Jason chokes, gaze dropped between their bodies where he can just see the head of his cock cupped in her hand. It's wet already, and Jason closes his eyes, opens them again and looks at her, dazed and utterly beholden.

[notliketherest]

I swear, it's like no one's ever touched him before, the way he just melts under my hand and holds onto me like he's struggling to stay upright. And the sounds he's making... all low and needy, caught somewhere between pleasure and pain... It's putting wild ideas in my head.

Maybe later.

I swipe my thumb over head of his dick and fail to stifle a groan when I find him leaking already and I shift my hold enough to use it, making my grip slicker, better. "This is where the lube usually comes in useful," I tell him, his wide blue eyes locked on mine. "But you don't need it, do you, baby? Already so wet for me." Biting my lip, I give him a firm, slow squeeze from base to tip as my other hand sneaks down his side, tugging his jeans down further to give me more room.

[red_lazarus]

Jason's cheeks feel like they're on fire, prickling heat that soaks down from his face and into his collar, and he only burns hotter for the sudden draft against his ass and thighs. He can't help but buck into her hand, and the sight of his dick sliding through her fingers is almost enough to undo him entirely.

“Johanna,” Jason gasps, blushing deeper still when she looks at him. She's so sure, slim fingers making good on every dark promise he reads in her eyes. He should feel ashamed for how completely she has him, but he doesn't, he just wants more. Hands flexing, he finds her hips, and maybe she needs room to move, but he needs room to thrust, body rocking forward into hers.

[notliketherest]

I arch an eyebrow when he says my name, his voice all low and raspy and delicious. But I don't want him to see how much I like it so I shove his jeans down further and pull his dick free, twist my wrist to really make it good.

He grabs my hips and I jerk a little, but with my hand on his cock, I know he can't do much. Instead, I lean up when he pulls me in, lips brushing the rough stubble of his jaw as he thrusts into my hand. "Yeah, that's good," I murmur, dragging the nails of my free hand across his hip to the round swell of his very nice ass. "You gonna come for me, Jason? That what you want? That sweet, sweet release?"

[red_lazarus]

She knows what he wants, of course she does. She's been one step ahead of Jason's mind and body this entire time, like some kind of crazy superpower Jason can't bring himself to hate.

He murmurs his agreement against her cheek, peels his face away and looks down, watches himself slide through her hand and it's so fucking real, so visceral and so dirty that he can hardly believe it. "Oh Jesus," Jason groans and squeezes his eyes closed, because he can't watch himself come, too. He feels like the entirety of his body is drawing tight and desperate for release, and then it's here, orgasm punching a strangled shout from Jason's lungs as he comes all over her hand, his belly, spatters his fucking tank top right up to the collar. "Fuck."

[notliketherest]

The way he moans and jerks under my touch is all the answer I need and fuck, but I could get used to this. He's just so responsive. It's- yeah, okay. I'll admit it. It's fucking hot.

And when he comes it's even hotter. Boy must be holding himself back too, despite what he says because he shoots hot and hard and messy. My fingers are coated in it and he gets some on both his shirt and mine, shoots as high up as his neck where I can't help but lick it off. Salty and bitter, but not horrible, and I keep working him, striving to wring him dry as I pull back to watch his face.

"No wonder you're wound so tight," I tell him, keeping my voice low as I squeeze tight right under the head, swiping one last drizzle from his slit. "All that sexual energy just raging inside you. Gotta let that out more often before you hurt someone."

[red_lazarus]

Jason feels like he's coming apart, Johanna's hand still working him, her tongue on his throat, her body pressed to his and Christ, he'll be hearing that hot little whisper in his ear for days. Just when he thinks he's done she wrings another tiny spurt from him, and Jason has to throw an arm backward against the shelf just to keep himself upright.

"I'm not - " he starts, but he doesn't know what he's saying anymore than he knows what she's saying, ears ringing and nerves soaring, body stupefied and weak with pleasure. He lifts his other hand, pawing at her clumsily because he knows it doesn't work if they don't both feel good, but he has to get his head on straight first. "Wait, I can - " he pants, and holy fuck, there's come on his shirt, on hers, she licked it, "Need a sec."

[notliketherest]

The shelf behind him shakes when he grabs at it and I have to laugh at how completely undone he looks. People look so stupid after they've come and he's no different. Though, okay, his ridiculously attractive face makes him look a lot better than most, even like this.

I uncurl my fingers from around his dick and take a step back, my clean hand grabbing his wrist as I grin and shake my head. "You can what? Do your best impression of a puddle?"

[red_lazarus]

Jason's smile reflects her own, still too dazed to be anything but pleased by the grin on her face. Then he looks at the mess he's made between them and sucks in a short gulp of air. "Shit, sorry, uh." There's nothing to wipe them with within reach, so he wraps her fingers in the clean hem of his tank, wiping at them as best he can.

"Usually do that in the shower."

[notliketherest]

I tense a little when he grabs my wrist, can't help it, but I relax when I realize he's just wiping my hand clean. With his shirt. Wow.

Arching an eyebrow, I put on a smirk. "It's a little more fun with someone else, isn't?" I say even though I don't really believe it myself. I've seen too much over the years: the toll it took on Finnick physically and otherwise. And he's not the only one. Felt it myself a few times. Firsthand.

A few times was more than enough.

[red_lazarus]

"Yeah," says Jason with an earnest nod of his head, but his fingers still around hers when he looks up again. She's still smiling, but it's different than before. Not false, exactly, but facsimile.

Frowning, Jason asks, "Are you okay?"

[notliketherest]

I don't like the way he looks at me then, and the smile dies quick as I twist my hand free.

"I'm fine," I answer with a flash of irritation. "Think I'll take one of these pretty pink dildos home with me and then I'll feel even better," I add with a wide, forced smile.

[red_lazarus]

"Oh," says Jason, following her gaze. The rack of dildos looks the same to him as it had before, confusing and a little scary, but he finds it's not so bad. So far a lot of confusing things have turned out pretty good when Johanna is there, but maybe not this time. He's done something wrong, and he doesn't know what it is. Whatever it is, Jason's pretty sure she no longer wants him to kiss her.

"Okay." Shrugging the jacket from his shoulders, Jason peels the sticky tank from his body as well, and with nowhere better to put it, tosses it in the trash. "You sure have your pick of them."

[notliketherest]

It's easier to breathe again when he pulls away and it only takes me a second or two to get my shit together, shaking the spike of unease as he peels off his jacket.

And then the shirt beneath.

Taking in the cut of muscle across his chest and stomach, I can't help a laugh, shaking my head as I reach past him to grab one of the dildos off the shelf. "Be glad you never lived in my world," I tell him with an arched brow. "People would make a mint off you." Of course, by "people" I mean Snow, but he's not about to understand that. And it's not like it matters anyway.

[red_lazarus]

"No." Addled as he is by recent orgasm, by the sight of her collarbone just visible around the collar of her shirt, Bruce trained Jason to detect. He doesn't know enough to put all the pieces together, but there's a hesitance in her, a harshness he's seen before. He can't name it yet, but he can hate it.

"Anyone who bought me would be sorry in a hurry," he says, pulling his jacket back over his shoulders. "And so would the ones that did the selling."

[notliketherest]

"I'm sure they would," I reply, unable to keep the sarcasm out of my town. I don't doubt that he would fight it, of course. He does have a fire in him.

But then, so does Finnick. So does every victor. And still Snow can break them.

I feel weird flare of disappointment when he puts his jacket back on, but still paste a smile on my face, making sure to tap the dildo in my hand against his shoulder as I walk past him. "Anyway, thanks for the entertainment," I tell him as I start walking toward the door. "And this lovely thing too, I guess."