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It had been an accident the first time. Jim had bumped into Joey when he was holding a cigarette and accidentally burned him on the arm. He'd apologized immediately and Joey had assured him that it was ok, that it was just a small burn and there was no real harm done.
Later that night he sees Joey pressing his fingers into the burn like he'd seen him do with bruises so many times before. Jim doesn't pretend to understand but he knows Joey likes that kind of pain, thinks it's kind of hot just how much he gets off on it. He jerks off to the thought of hurting Joey that night, comes harder than he has in a long time.
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Jim notices Joey staring the next time he has a cigarette, knows exactly what Joey's thinking because he's thinking about the same thing. He doesn't bring it up because he decides if Joey wants it he's going to have to ask for it. But he doesn't stop thinking about it, gets off thinking about all the ways he could make Joey cry. And Jim had never considered himself a sadist but the list is getting pretty long.
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It takes Joey a few days to bring it up, long enough for the small burn to heal enough that it doesn't sting the way he likes.
Jim's smoking outside the hotel when Joey approaches.
"Hey, so, uh, remember the other day?" Joey asks.
"The other day?" Jim repeats as he puffs on his cigarette. He watches Joey watching him, sees the way his eyes zero in on the burning cigarette.
"The other day, with the cigarette-" Joey trails off. Jim doesn't say anything for a moment, just focuses on finishing the cigarette in his hand.
"What about it?" Jim asks once he gets to the last few puffs of his cigarette. He wants to know if Joey's actually going to say it, if he's that much of a painslut that he'd ask Jim to burn him. Joey licks his lips before speaking and Jim realizes he wants this just as much.
"Will you do it again?" Joey asks.
Jim stubs out his cigarette, imagines it's Joey's pale skin underneath the butt instead of the overflowing ashtray. He turns to walk back inside the hotel and he can almost feel Joey's confusion.
"Well, you coming?" he asks over his shoulder when Joey doesn't follow.
Joey does a sort of half walk half run to catch up.
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Jim sits down in the armchair by the window and lights another cigarette, ignores the little plaque on the wall explicitly telling him not to smoke. He'll gladly pay whatever fees they throw his way if it means he can do just one of the many things he's been imagining doing to Joey for the past few days.
Joey sinks to the floor in front of Jim without having to be told and Jim's practically vibrating with anticipation. He doesn't show it though, just focuses on his cigarette for a long minute while Joey watches.
"Give me your arm," Jim orders, the first thing either of them had said since they'd entered his hotel room together.
Joey wordlessly holds out his arm to Jim, watches Jim grip his wrist.
Jim brings the burning cigarette close to Joey's forearm, close enough for Joey to feel the heat of it. He flicks the ash and pulls away, chuckles at Joey's obvious disappointment.
Jim takes a drag and brings the cigarette close to Joey's arm again, a little closer than last time but still not touching his skin. He flicks the ash again, laughs at Joey's annoyed huff. He knows Joey's patience isn't going to last long but he kind of wants to know how far he can push, wants to know how badly Joey wants it.
Jim takes another drag and brings the cigarette close to Joey’s arm again, close enough to just barely brush against his skin for a few seconds. He flicks the ash again and he’s got Joey squirming now.
Jim takes the last few drags and brings the cigarette close to Joey’s arm again. This time he presses the burning butt right to Joey’s skin. It’s quick, not quite enough to stub it out, but it makes Joey gasp in shock, has him jerking away from the sensation. Jim’s grip keeps Joey in place and they both watch the small burn bloom on his pale skin.
Jim lights another cigarette as soon as the first one’s finished. He takes the first few drags before flicking the ash on Joey’s arm. He takes another before pressing the burning butt to Joey’s skin, harder than the first time. Joey flinches away on instinct but he doesn’t gasp in shock, doesn’t make a single sound as another small burn blooms on his skin. This one’s a bit more red than the first and Jim bets it fucking hurts.
Jim lets Joey sit with the pain for a few moments while he enjoys his cigarette. He flicks the ash on Joey’s arm, makes sure none lands on the two small burns because he’s not a doctor but he’s sure that can’t be good for them. Joey starts to squirm again and Jim takes that to mean he’s ready for more.
Jim presses the burning butt to Joey’s skin, harder and longer than last time. Joey flinches away on instinct again, makes a small pained sound and Jim knows that one must’ve hurt like a bitch.
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Jim's been through three cigarettes and is working on his fourth by the time he gets Joey in bed. He doesn't remember the last time he’d chain smoked like this, probably when they were last in the studio. He would say he's been trying to cut back but that's a complete lie.
Jim’s got Joey on all fours and is fucking into him from behind, slow but not gentle. He’s got one hand on Joey’s hip to keep him in place, the other occupied with a burning cigarette. He likes smoking and he likes sex but he’s never combined the two. Unless you count the time he finished his cigarette while that chick was going down on him backstage at that music festival. Or when her and her friend found him after the show in the same exact spot and they did it again. And teamwork really does make the dream work but he feels like that doesn’t count.
He flicks the ash onto Joey’s back, tells him to stay still so they don’t make a mess of the blankets. He can tell Joey’s trying but that doesn’t stop him from slapping Joey hard on the ass when some of the ash falls on the nice clean blankets.
Jim takes a few more drags before he stubs out the cigarette on Joey’s lower back. Joey makes a muffled pained sound and tries to jerk away but Jim holds him in place, makes sure the butt is all the way out before he removes it from Joey’s skin and tosses it over his shoulder. The small burn blooms almost instantly and Jim thinks this one might scar.
He brushes a finger over the red and irritated skin, thinks the idea of leaving a permanent mark on Joey is a nice one. Joey groans when Jim pushes down on the burn and Jim can't tell if it's more pleasure or pain, thinks the sensations might be one in the same to Joey.
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Jim's kind of disappointed he didn't make Joey cry but the sound Joey makes when he comes makes up for it. And Jim decides that if he wants to make Joey cry he'll have to try a lot harder next time because Joey's one tough motherfucker.