Author: Kat
Title: Light
Story: Shine Like It Does - One-Night Stand AU
Colors: Dirt brown 9 (Landslide), cerise 2 (Night out), glitter 15 (I dreamed a dream. - Les Miserables)
Supplies and Materials: Eraser (One-night stand AU), bichromatic (cerise and dirt brown) reimaging (of cloak), brush (doozy), acrylic (A smoky, dim lit bar) (or cloakroom anyway), chalk (glowing), yarn (light), novelty beads ("But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that, even though I do not know you, and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you, I love you. With all my heart, I love you." - Valerie, V for Vendetta), glitter (Goodbye), glue (You are being drawn into deeper emotional realms, which often makes you uncomfortable.).
Word Count: 719
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Such a beautiful man.
Warnings: Unsafe sexual activity.
Notes: Memefill for shipwreck_light, who asked for "Jack X The Most Beautiful Boy In The Club + Everything Is Illuminated."


Light.

Flashbulbs popping, spots and strobes and color washes on the dance floor, glowsticks and bracelets and necklaces. It's the Fourth of July out there—in here, dark and sweet and intimate.

He's beautiful, this man Jack found hovering by the bar, square jaw and dark hair and a sweet, uncertain smile. Someone put him in a waistcoat over a white shirt and jeans. Utterly perfect. Jack wanted to fall to his knees right then.

He'd gone over, asked the man to dance, touched him hips and hands and mouth and somehow they ended up in the cloakroom—a part-owner got some perks. And Jack gets to go down on his knees after all, open those tight jeans and nose his way in past zippers and underwear. The beautiful man has a beautiful cock, thick, heavy in Jack's mouth, his skin salty and slightly sour. Jack closes his eyes, inhales.

Light bursts behind his eyes; his cock hardens in his pants, untouched. He's always loved oral sex, giving or receiving, lips and tongues and genitals and sheer, unalloyed pleasure. And he thinks... there should maybe be a condom here, but this man's cock tastes so good, and he wants, sudden and desperate, to know what it tastes like when he comes.

The man drops a hand to his hair, and Jack shivers and moans. His hair is a weak spot, he knows that, anyone can put a hand in his hair and just own him, and the man seems to know that somehow, tightens his grip. And... and maybe he'll fuck Jack's mouth, just hold his head still and shove his cock in, make Jack choke on it and... and Jack can't help it; he drops a hand to his own cock, touches himself just barely.

He doesn't want this to be over too soon.

He holds tight and tighter to the other man's hip, sucks and licks and mouths at his cock. The other man groans and doubles forward, and he's coming in Jack's mouth, salty and a little bitter and perfect. And Jack just... he wants it, he wants all of it. It wasn't long enough for him, he'd like longer, but he'll take what he can get and he wants this: he swallows, all of it, gives one last lick up the other man's cock, long and slow.

He's panting, dragging in long, deep breaths; he's so close himself, and he thinks that he wants this, he does, so he closes his eyes again, rests his forehead in the curve of the other man's hip, strokes himself quick and hard. Maybe in another time, another place, he could... he could bend over a bed or a desk, open himself up, let this beautiful man fuck him with his beautiful cock, until neither one of them can stand anymore. Jack could kiss him, take his time, strip him bare and lay him out on a bed, tease him 'til he begs...

He comes with a cry, flashbulbs popping behind his eyelids. He has to bite the other man's hip to keep himself quiet, nearly loses it again when the hand tightens in his hair. He's left his mark, Jack thinks, and that should not be as hot as it is.

But he knows his etiquette. He lets himself have a moment of recovery, then gets up, tucks himself and the other man away, does up their pants and only then notices that his beautiful man is crying, just a little.

"What's wrong?" he asks, and rubs a circle against his hip, over the spot he bit, just for the pleasure of touching that lovely skin. He sees, suddenly, smears of paint on the other man's hands, and feels a surge of unbearable tenderness.

"It's just..." The other man shakes his head, blinks rapidly. "I don't even know your name."

Oh. Yes.

Jack smiles at him, cups his cheek. It'll be safe to give his first name, he thinks, just that. "I'm Jack," he says, and kisses that sweet mouth once more, then leaves before he can talk himself into staying.

The streetlights make him blink, bright yellow sunspots after the dark of the cloakroom. He'll never see that beautiful man again, and God, what a shame.

Light, he thinks irrelevantly, so much light—and hails a cab.