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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      The_Place_Beyond_the_Pines_(2012)
  Relationship:
      A._J._Cross/Jason_Glanton
  Character:
      Jason_Glanton, A._J._Cross
  Additional Tags:
      Light_Angst, Movie_Spoilers, Slash, Resolved_Sexual_Tension, Minor
      Violence, Rough_Kissing, Alternate_Universe_-_Canon_Divergence, Not_Beta
      Read, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Swearing
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-06-27 Words: 1768
****** Pulling at the Seams ******
by Ebyru
Summary
     He knows the twist in his gut isn’t the mixture of pills and alcohol
     churning, but the rotten stab of a friendship being destroyed from
     the inside out.
Notes
     so an anon on tumblr said: "could you do another aj/jason fic?
     absolutely loved it! something where they are arguing and mad at each
     other, ready to punch the other but instead they start kissing and
     roaming their hands on each others bodies and just this really hot
     and intense making out (first pressed against a wall, then continue
     to maybe a bed) fic, not that much talking just breaths and "fuck"s
     and bodies attached. sorry my crappy english but this would be an
     absolute dream"
     And I tried my best to follow that 'outline'. :)
     It's un-beta'd, so feel free to let me know of anything I should fix.
     Enjoy!
See the end of the work for more notes
Jason’s tongue slips into her mouth silky-smooth, the way he imagines movie
stars doing it. Or his dad when he was still alive to seduce his mom. Normally,
that thought would be the one to make his boner wither and die, but next to
this girl – Stacey or Carly – is a photograph. Photos in a family home, big
deal right? Wrong.
Having done so much research on his dad, his career as a performer, how he met
his mom, he knows who this is a photo of. He knows this man is the one who shot
him down – killed him. He knows the twist in his gut isn’t the mixture of pills
and alcohol churning, but the rotten stab of a friendship being destroyed from
the inside out.
Jason thought AJ could be trusted; he hadn’t been like the others…
Before he can stop himself and listen to that voice that sounds oddly like his
stepdad, he’s pushing past the drunken girl and running down the steps towards
his so-called friend.
 
---
 
There’s a half-second where Jason wonders if it’s a good idea—
He slams AJ into the closest wall, ignoring the gasp of a few sober-ish people.
“When were you going to tell me? Were you just having fun?”
AJ scoffs, rolling his eyes and looking off to the side. “I don’t know what the
fuck you’re talking about, man,” he says. He has the gall to take a sip of his
beer.
Jason’s hands grip his collar tighter, and he slams him against the wall.
Yelling in his face makes his pain dim slightly. “How could you do this to me?
Is my life a game?”
“I said—” AJ pushes Jason back with enough force to make him trip against
someone. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. You’re losing it,
dude. Lay off the drugs a bit.”
His hands shake so bad, he can’t even reel back to punch AJ square in the face.
He misses by a mile, his knuckles cracking against the wall behind his head.
“Answer me!” he shouts, when the pain makes his mind settle in one place.
“Fuck this shit,” AJ says, letting his bottle fall to grab Jason by the collar.
“Come the fuck with me.”
 
---
 
They’re upstairs, having pushed through dazed and oblivious people mostly. The
people downstairs who were shocked didn’t interfere, and certainly didn’t save
Jason from whatever AJ was planning.
If it was pain, Jason would gladly take it just to have a reason to hit back.
His stepdad wouldn’t be able to say he started.
AJ throws Jason into a room, locking the door behind them. He growls when he
turns back to Jason, his cheeks red, and sweat dripping down his temple. “What
the fuck, Jason? You think it’s okay to come to my house and do that shit in
front of my friends?” He stalks forward, shoving Jason onto the bed.
Jason tries to get up, but AJ pushes him back down. He leaves his hands on his
shoulders. “Tell me what the fuck happened to make you lose your shit.”
The lump of it sticks in his throat like a gulp too thick; a cancerous wound
growing just this side of too big to ignore. He swallows past the bile trying
to make him throw up on the carpet. “You knew!” he screams at the top of his
lungs. It feels so good to get it out. “You knew who my dad was, and you knew
your dad killed him. And that’s why you came and found me. That’s why you
decided to sit at my table in the cafeteria.”
AJ stares like the words don’t make any sense. He licks his lips, his grip
loosening on Jason’s shoulders. “I had…no idea, man.” He moves back, giving
Jason space to lean forward, his hands on his knees. “Shit, man. Why didn’t you
tell me your old man died?”
Jason thought he did. But then again, he spends most days consuming anything to
dull the pain of the normal and mundane. AJ not being part of it.
“Why’d you come to me then? Of all the people, you picked the loser who eats
alone. Why?” Jason asks, his eyebrows creased with the effort to keep his voice
steady. This is a game, isn’t it? AJ’s been manipulating, flirting, toying with
him since the beginning. Ever since that first day when he got arrested.
“Shit,” says AJ, rubbing the sweat from his forehead. He turns his back to
Jason, and he doesn’t appreciate the gesture.
Standing happens quicker than the idea pops into his head, and he’s slamming AJ
back against his door this time. His bedroom door, where they’re locked in
together like two lions fighting. “Don’t lie to me. Don’t fuckin’ lie to me
anymore.” His hands slip from shirt to skin, squeezing the sides of AJ’s neck.
“Tell me the truth. Why’d you do it?”
“I--” He coughs when Jason presses on his windpipe. He struggles to get him
off, but his hands get tangled in the shirt material, and he ends up pulling
him closer instead. “Fuck, man, let me answer.”
“No!” snarls Jason, and then he’s yanked in closer by AJ, and their lips are
touching…
God, he needed this.
Jason lets go to fist in AJ’s hair, scaling his body like a wall, his knee
pressing at the bulk of him. They’re rutting like sex addicts, trying to fit
within each other; it all boils down to skin on skin, the hot, sweet suction of
lips touching, the anger simmering at a safe distance now. AJ moans first,
sucking at Jason’s top lip, biting down when Jason refuses to stop grinding his
cock against him. They pull apart for a moment, just long enough for shirts to
be dragged off and thrown away, then Jason is moaning. His tongue paints the
inside of AJ’s mouth, marking him every place he can reach, because if AJ knows
the darkest parts of him, he deserves to leave them to rest inside him. They
belong to each other now.
The world is tilting, and Jason realizes he’s being pushed step by step, back
towards the bed. Then he’s landing on it, bouncing until he settles with the
steadying weight of AJ on top of him, grinding their hard-ons like it’s going
out of style. He sucks a bruising kiss from lips to neck, claiming Jason the
same way he was marked. Biting down on his neck, AJ darts his tongue out to
taste the sweat pooling in the hollow of his neck, pushing his hands above his
head. He pins his wrists there, easily, with one hand.
Jason should have known he was letting himself be pushed around earlier; he’s a
lot stronger than he lets on. “Fuck,” says Jason, “this is not what I meant--”
“But you want it,” says AJ. “I can tell you want it.” Licking at the trail of
slick across a pale collarbone, he bites again. “Fuck,” he moans, “If I’d known
you were this eager, I woulda banged your brains out from day one.”
Damn him says Jason’s brain. But his brain isn’t the part controlling the way
his cock jumps at that – as if proving his point – and he ruts like mad, not
caring that they both still have two layers of clothes on.
Luckily, AJ does mind, and with one hand he undoes both their zips, getting
their lengths out. He doesn’t let go of Jason – maybe afraid of the damage he’d
do – and presses him down against the mattress, thrusting against the hard
flesh of Jason’s dick. They both groan at the first slip of it; it’s so easy to
get lost in the sensation that Jason lets himself go limp, and AJ lets go at
last.
If he was in his right mind, he wouldn’t wrap his arms around AJ, bucking up
while he thrusts down against him, their cocks smacking into each other’s like
they’re still fighting. But probably AJ wouldn’t whisper, “Fuck, I’ve never
felt like this,” either if this wasn’t an exception to everything… So Jason
clings like his life depends on it, and concentrates on the sound of AJ’s belt
clinking against the buckle of his, while their hips roll and rub, and it gets
so slick between them that it’s like pushing into a woman.
Jason doesn’t want a chick when he can have this, though. He moves a hand to
AJ's ass, squeezing tight, riding him from beneath, smacking when he hits the
right angle to make his dick ooze out like he’s dying of some sex illness. AJ
kisses Jason senseless with the feel of fingers digging into his ass, and
pushes down until his bed protests the rough movements.
The moment Jason slides his tongue inside AJ’s mouth, grazing his knuckles up
and down the seam of his jeans, AJ gasps and rolls his hips in tight circles.
He finds that place that makes Jason buck, and nails it every. single. time.
Without fail.
Coming is a goal that maybe Jason had in mind, but it was somewhere far down
the line – after they fucked each other’s brains out, and left marks everywhere
– not the second that AJ touches a hand to the tip of his erection. He soils AJ
with his release, and he just keeps rutting until he adds to the mess,
murmuring confession after confession into the shell of Jason’s ear. If he
wasn’t already so out of it, he would be bursting between them.
AJ doesn’t roll off right away, but when he does, he keeps a hand pressed to
the slick on Jason’s hipbone, playing in it. He hums a couple of times before
turning to look at Jason. “Sorry about the mess, bro. I’d offer to suck it off,
but I don’t know if that’s too gay or not.”
Jason closes his eyes; laughing even though there’s tears in them. He puts his
hand over AJ’s pushing the slick around with him. “I’ll be as gay as you want
to be.”
“Sounds good,” says AJ, his voice right in Jason’s ear. “Tell me when you’re
ready for another round.”
Jason nods, tilting his head toward the rumbling purr of AJ’s voice. His words
sound so much sexier when they’re coming at him this close. AJ kisses him when
he looks up, his tongue darting in more hesitantly this time. As if they didn’t
just ride each other through the bed.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers when Jason is almost falling asleep. “I really didn’t
know.”
End Notes
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