Doesn't Really Matter
Eighteen - Advantage
For the second time within 24 hours, someone knocking at his door woke Tony up. He threw his pillow over his head, hoping that if he ignored them, they’d go away. Tony’s plan backfired when the knocking got louder and more frequent.
Tony swore and threw on some boxers. He didn’t even bother to look through the peephole. He just threw the door opened and in a very aggravated voice, he demanded, “What?”
“Hehehehe, hi,” Jaime laughed with a goofy grin on his face.
All the anger melted from Tony as he saw that smile. He really wished he could be angry with Jaime but that man made it so hard to do. “Hey,” Tony said with a much softer tone. “I missed you today when Mike and Vic came over.”
Tony mentally slapped himself. He did not just say that. He has about to make something up to cover what he just said when he felt Jaime’s arms wrap around his waist. He looked down to see Jaime’s head pressed against his chest. “I know,” Jaime replied.
“You do?” Tony asked, surprised at all of this. Seriously, what was Jamie doing?
“Yeah,” Jaime laughed, tightening his hold around Tony.
Tony stood frozen for a moment, letting all of this sink in. Jaime randomly showed up at his place in the middle of the night and hugged him. As weird and unbelievable as this was, Tony wasn’t complaining. He wrapped his arms around Jaime and buried his face into Jaime’s hair.
Tony felt extremely happy. He didn’t know why Jaime was here. He didn’t really care as long as he could hold him. That is, until he smelled alcohol on Jaime.
Tony pulled away, leaving a confused look on Jaime’s face. “Jaime, are you drunk?”
Jaime laughed. “Maybe.”
Tony sighed. Of course this was too good to be true. “I guess you have to sty the night. I don’t want you driving drunk again.”
Jaime laughed even more, moving deeper into Tony’s apartment. “I was planning on it anyways.”
Tony closed his door and followed Jaime into the hall where his bedroom and the bathroom were located. Jaime suddenly stopped, almost causing Tony to crash into him. Jaime turned to face Tony, grabbing the back of Tony’s head and pressing his lips to Tony’s throat.
Tony gasped out of surprise. “Jaime… What are you doing?”
“Kissing your tattoo,” Jaime replied in between kisses.
“Why?” Tony gulped, placing his hands on Jaime’s shoulders so he could push the drunk guy off of him. But he couldn’t do that just yet.
“Because you like it,” Jaime giggled.
“Jaime, you’re drunk,” Tony protested.
“That doesn’t mean you don’t like this any less,” Jaime said, running a hand down Tony’s bare chest.
Tony was about to protest some more when he felt Jaime’s lips against his own. He knew he should’ve push Jaime away instead of pulling him closer. He knew that he shouldn’t have kissed back instead of shoving his tongue in Jaime’s mouth. But the taste of Jaime was enough to render Tony’s thought process useless.
Tony pushed Jaime against the wall, pressing his mouth harder against his. This was becoming too much. The way Jaime’s tongue fought against his made thinking entirely impossible. The way Jaime dug his nails into Tony’s back made Tony’s knees go weak as his body quivered for more. And the way that Jaime whimpered when Tony grabbed his ass was driving Tony crazy.
Tony pulled away for a moment to breathe. His head cleared up from the mess Jaime made it. Then he pulled away, horrified at what he was doing.
“Tony?” Jaime asked, reaching out for Tony.
Tony ignored Jaime’s outstretched hand, as much as it killed him to not touch him. “I can’t do this.”
Jaime looked genuinely hurt. “But… I thought you wanted me.”
Tony’s heart broke at seeing Jaime look like that. He couldn’t stand seeing Jaime on the verge of tears. “I do,” he said. “I really really do. God, I really fucking want you. But I can’t do this when you’re drunk. I can’t take advantage of you.”
“But I…I came to you.” Jaime said.
Tony brushed his hand against Jaime’s cheek. “I know. How about we go to sleep and talk about this in the morning. Okay?”
Jaime then giggled, his mood suddenly changed. “Okay.”
Tony swore and threw on some boxers. He didn’t even bother to look through the peephole. He just threw the door opened and in a very aggravated voice, he demanded, “What?”
“Hehehehe, hi,” Jaime laughed with a goofy grin on his face.
All the anger melted from Tony as he saw that smile. He really wished he could be angry with Jaime but that man made it so hard to do. “Hey,” Tony said with a much softer tone. “I missed you today when Mike and Vic came over.”
Tony mentally slapped himself. He did not just say that. He has about to make something up to cover what he just said when he felt Jaime’s arms wrap around his waist. He looked down to see Jaime’s head pressed against his chest. “I know,” Jaime replied.
“You do?” Tony asked, surprised at all of this. Seriously, what was Jamie doing?
“Yeah,” Jaime laughed, tightening his hold around Tony.
Tony stood frozen for a moment, letting all of this sink in. Jaime randomly showed up at his place in the middle of the night and hugged him. As weird and unbelievable as this was, Tony wasn’t complaining. He wrapped his arms around Jaime and buried his face into Jaime’s hair.
Tony felt extremely happy. He didn’t know why Jaime was here. He didn’t really care as long as he could hold him. That is, until he smelled alcohol on Jaime.
Tony pulled away, leaving a confused look on Jaime’s face. “Jaime, are you drunk?”
Jaime laughed. “Maybe.”
Tony sighed. Of course this was too good to be true. “I guess you have to sty the night. I don’t want you driving drunk again.”
Jaime laughed even more, moving deeper into Tony’s apartment. “I was planning on it anyways.”
Tony closed his door and followed Jaime into the hall where his bedroom and the bathroom were located. Jaime suddenly stopped, almost causing Tony to crash into him. Jaime turned to face Tony, grabbing the back of Tony’s head and pressing his lips to Tony’s throat.
Tony gasped out of surprise. “Jaime… What are you doing?”
“Kissing your tattoo,” Jaime replied in between kisses.
“Why?” Tony gulped, placing his hands on Jaime’s shoulders so he could push the drunk guy off of him. But he couldn’t do that just yet.
“Because you like it,” Jaime giggled.
“Jaime, you’re drunk,” Tony protested.
“That doesn’t mean you don’t like this any less,” Jaime said, running a hand down Tony’s bare chest.
Tony was about to protest some more when he felt Jaime’s lips against his own. He knew he should’ve push Jaime away instead of pulling him closer. He knew that he shouldn’t have kissed back instead of shoving his tongue in Jaime’s mouth. But the taste of Jaime was enough to render Tony’s thought process useless.
Tony pushed Jaime against the wall, pressing his mouth harder against his. This was becoming too much. The way Jaime’s tongue fought against his made thinking entirely impossible. The way Jaime dug his nails into Tony’s back made Tony’s knees go weak as his body quivered for more. And the way that Jaime whimpered when Tony grabbed his ass was driving Tony crazy.
Tony pulled away for a moment to breathe. His head cleared up from the mess Jaime made it. Then he pulled away, horrified at what he was doing.
“Tony?” Jaime asked, reaching out for Tony.
Tony ignored Jaime’s outstretched hand, as much as it killed him to not touch him. “I can’t do this.”
Jaime looked genuinely hurt. “But… I thought you wanted me.”
Tony’s heart broke at seeing Jaime look like that. He couldn’t stand seeing Jaime on the verge of tears. “I do,” he said. “I really really do. God, I really fucking want you. But I can’t do this when you’re drunk. I can’t take advantage of you.”
“But I…I came to you.” Jaime said.
Tony brushed his hand against Jaime’s cheek. “I know. How about we go to sleep and talk about this in the morning. Okay?”
Jaime then giggled, his mood suddenly changed. “Okay.”
Notes
heuhehehehe. drunk Jaime really like Tony XDTony is so sweet tho.
He should've tapped that ;)
Buuut.... he didn't.
Because i didn't write it that way XD
....I'm sorry. I've been drinking Mountain Dew.
I'm pretty hyper.
...are you coming back?
9/24/14