( a protective dad, he says, and jason's brow--twitches. twitches again when kink bingo slips out of his stupid shit mouth, but it's only for a moment, before his expression smooths back over into the easy, smarmy grin. small ticks most wouldn't be able to catch onto, but ones jason catches himself doing and knows damn well midnighter's - well, himself, and'll catch it. it just pisses him off more.
hands press against his thighs and he's up on his feet, which is too close, but he's expecting it now. the grin's still there, it only grows wider, but jason's also - tensing up. his shoulders go tight, muscle under midnighter's hands twitching. his head tips back, until their noses do touch, )
Sorry, sweetheart. I ain't that easy.
( and then the grin's gone, twisting into something closer to a snarl as jason wraps thighs around midnighter's waist and throws himself down so his back is pressed against the bar, pulling midnighter along with him to try and toss him straight over the bar into the liquor behind it.
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hands press against his thighs and he's up on his feet, which is too close, but he's expecting it now. the grin's still there, it only grows wider, but jason's also - tensing up. his shoulders go tight, muscle under midnighter's hands twitching. his head tips back, until their noses do touch, )
Sorry, sweetheart. I ain't that easy.
( and then the grin's gone, twisting into something closer to a snarl as jason wraps thighs around midnighter's waist and throws himself down so his back is pressed against the bar, pulling midnighter along with him to try and toss him straight over the bar into the liquor behind it.
sorry not sorry, junior. )