Jason Schuyler

Leaning up, pressing his ear to the phone at Jason's ear.

"Oh my god. Is that the feral freak from her room? Logan? I know that growling bad accent anywhere."

Smirking, purposefully being an ass.

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"Here, talk to Gabe."

He hands the phone to Gabriel, letting him deal with the guy.

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"Hello? That you, bub?"

He thinks he recognized that voice.

"You takin' care of those kids? I know Jubilee can be a handful. But she's a good kid."

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"Hey, man. What's up?'

Chuckling, stroking Jason's hair.

"Serioulsy? She's good. She didn't shift, helped us out hardcore against a demon. Right now? She's checking on a kid of my old pard. Settling him in in Wales. I'll make sure she calls soon as she gets back, okay?
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Winks at Gabe and slips down to the floor, settling between his thighs. Gives his lover an innocent look as he runs his hands up Gabriel's legs, then letting his fingers trace the man's cock through his boxers.

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Logan grumbles. "Thanks, 'preciate it. Heard you were gettin' hitched. Congrats."

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Growling under his breath, swatting at Jason's hands as he fought to keep his tones even.

"Mmmhmmm. Yep. Thanks. Long as my mate lives to the ceremony.'

Glaring at Jason, writhing in his seat.

"Seriously? I.. .I should have made sure she kept in touch. Forgive me, man?"

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Just smirks and sits back on his heels, spreading his knees. Lightly runs a hand over his own boxers, stroking his cock. Brings his other hand to his mouth, tracing the still healing cut with his fingertips, the sucking on them, looking at Gabe.

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"No worries, I know I've been a little out of touch. One of my other girls has just found out she's expecting. It's been a little...wild around here."

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Glaring at Jason, working to try and bring his foot up to tap lightly at his lover's balls even as he knows they are both very aware of the result of Jason's little show. Hard as a rock and trying not to drop the phone and pounce.

"Yikes. Oh man, that sucks. We just got past a scare here with that. Now it's back to.. .well, weddings. Two of them for the pard. Yeah, I know of wild."

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Continuing to suckle on his fingers, he lifts up, pushing his boxers down to his thighs. Pulls his fingers from his mouth, giving them one last lick, then reaches behind himself. He slowly pushes the wet digits into his ass while wrapping his other hand around his hard cock, his head falling back as his eyes close. Bites his lip, reopening the wound as he slowly rocks back and forth between his hands.

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Logan rumbles some more. "We'd all be a lot happier if Neena was healthier. But so far Nate's about as happy as a clam. Don't think I've seen that kid smile that much since he was a baby."

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Eyes snapping shut, clenched tight. Refusing to look at Jason while trying to carry on this conversation with one of the few men he rather feared.

"Man.. Sorry. Uhmm, anything you need? She needs? Doctor bills covered and all that?"

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Licks at the blood seeping from his lip, a soft moan coming from him when he slips a third finger into his ass. Strokes his cock slowly, swiping his thumb across the head each time.

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Logan tries not to laugh. "Nah, thanks man. Neena has the best doctor available, and the best technology not available on Earth. Hank and Becca have things well under control."

"Now, if only they could convince her to be a good patient."

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Moans. Not fair. Eyes cracking, peeking, feeling his cock twitch. Shaking his head, eyes narrowing to mere slits.

So gonna pay Mouthing softly as he nods to what Logan says.

"It's a chick, man? What do you want? I mean, they're all... Dude? Mind if I call you back? Or you can give me a holler and see if we've gotten ahold of Lee? I seriously need to beat down my punk ass bitch of a mate now.'

Tones as casual as if telling him that dinner was ready.

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Lets his head fall forward, his hair falling in front of his face, panting. Stills the hand on his cock, squeezing lightly and moving his thumb over the head in small circles. Whimpers quietly, arching his back as he slips that last finger in his ass.

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Logan tries not to choke on his laughter. He nearly drops the phone.

"Sure, man. Have fun. Try not to get too many scars."

He presses the End button, and finally gives in to loud guffaws.

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Dropping the phone, his slow, trickling growl the only warning.

"You are such a little whore.'

Lunging for his mate, seeking to drive him back, legs up, pinned.

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Quickly pulls his hand free, whimpering and then he's pushed onto his back. Stares up at Gabriel, eyes needy and pleading.

"Fuck me?"

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Not even answer, just shoving his boxers down, cock rock hard and already damp with precum. Snarling as he slammed forward, burying himself into Jason's already loosened ass.

"Such a naughty boy, aren't you?'

No answer needed as he pistons in and out of his lover, hard and fast. Raw.

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