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Jax enters your room looking like he hates himself. He held a key in one hand, and what you think is… a bottle of stupid sauce, in the other. Where did he get either of those, and why is he in your room at all?
"Jax-?" is all you manage to say before he pulls you off of the seated position you'd taken on your bed and sits you down on the ground, looking up at him. It was such a novel situation to be in that you were rendered speechless, just staring upwards at him in confusion.
With what looked like both great need and great difficulty, he placed the bottle against his crotch, the nozzle of it directly in front of your face. "What-..." you cut yourself off this time, still at a loss for words. Jax wasn't one to torment you (not regularly like he did to Gangle and Ragatha, anyway), but he wasn't exactly nice, so you really should be alarmed at this
…Still, if he was going to spray that sauce at you or something, he didn't need you in this position or in the privacy of your room. There was no explanation for any of this that you could think of.
You look up at him, now, your brows furrowed in confusion. He stares down at you, and hold on, is he blushing? He shook his head before you could confirm. Before speaking, he takes a deep breath, and looks away from your face. "Canyousuckthisthinglikeit'smydick," he says, less of a request than a statement, his words forced together and hard to understand. You must have misheard, so you ask "What?" and he grimaces in response.
He breathes in sharply once again, though calmer this time. "I said," he starts, gritting his teeth, now refusing to make eye contact. "Could y- give this thing head like it's my actual dick." This time, there's absolutely no mistaking it. He even phrases it like a command this time, too, the asshole.
Your brain near-malfunctions at the words — you never would've guessed that Jax would ask you for this. But fuck, despite the absolute insanity of it, the longer you sit there blindly staring at the bottle (his dick?), the more you realize you want to.
You'd gotten high off the stupid sauce before, admittedly. Seeing Ragatha practically drunk at Spudsy's made you miss the substances that you may or may not have dabbled in during your "macroverse" life, so you took a few bottles with you and kindly requested Caine to let you keep them because you were "So curious to test this sauce and see what sort of things Caine was capable of creating for the adventures!" It worked, shockingly. But, thing is, you’d run out. So if there was really sauce in there, and it would be going in your mouth… you supposed it might be a worthy trade-off. A pseudo-blowjob for pseudo-drugs.
And also, as strange as it was to admit even to yourself, the idea of doing this with Jax made your stomach flip over itself. You didn't have the anatomy to feel the once-familiar heat pooling down there, but it makes its way into you as a ghost sensation. And you do miss intimacy, god knows you do — it drives you insane sometimes, thinking about it and knowing that it might even be possible but Caine would never let it happen. So the… activity that Jax was suggesting, sounded appealing.
(Oh my god, you're doing it? You cannot believe you're doing it.)
"...Okay," you say, situating yourself a little more comfortably on your knees. Jax seems surprised at you agreeing (you wonder if he’d come in here prepared for an infuriated rejection). He makes a sharp turn towards you again and goes, "Really?" in an incredulous voice before looking away and abruptly clearing his throat, rolling his eyes.
"Don't have all day here," he says, after a moment, but you know he doesn’t feel nearly as casual about this as he's acting.
You move yourself ever closer to the bottle pressed against his body. "Just… squeeze the bottle a little. I want the sauce," you tell him (and you see him nod in your periphery), as you finally dip your head down to gently tongue at the nozzle. You make sure your movements are visible to Jax, because he's not going to feel them, after all. You wrap your tongue around the thin plastic, and you can feel Jax's eyes on you. He seems hungry for this. He must've been touch-starved even in life, you think.
Surprisingly, the sensation of giving a sauce bottle head isn’t all too weird, and you find yourself settling into the act rather easily. You move your tongue over it a few more times, and then you close your mouth fully over the little red nozzle, treating it the way you would treat the tip of an actual dick.
Jax doesn't make a sound, but he grips the bottle a little harder, and you can feel him tensing against you. A little sauce goes into your mouth, and there’s that taste you've been missing... Instinctively, you grasp his thigh, and you get a small gasp in response. You're almost embarrassed at how much gratification the sound gives you. Keyword: almost.
You pull off of the bottle completely for a moment to judge its width again. Would you even be able to fit that mu- oh, no, you definitely would, you had Bubble's entire body squeeze itself out of your mouth the other day.
Before you went back down, you glanced up at Jax. His eyes were wide open, and his pupils were smaller than you'd seen them recently. You decided you liked the expression; he really did need this, he must’ve been so desperate. You really like the thought of it, and it keeps you putting effort into this.
You went in again, this time finally going past the nozzle, taking more of him- of the bottle- in your mouth. It was a plastic container, but with the sauce, you could convince yourself it really was warm, human skin if you tried. You reminisced about being alive, the things you'd done, and it spurred you on — your mouth moved deeper along the length and back, still slow but gradually getting messier.
Jax made a small "Mmh," sound, barely audible to you and mostly an exhalation of air, but he gripped the bottle significantly tighter, and a large amount of sauce was deposited directly onto your tongue. You smiled around his cock- the bottle, immediately feeling the effect of the sauce.
God, this was starting to feel really real. And you wanted to hear Jax make that sound again. You wanted to make him louder. You might want him, you think. It really doesn’t sound so bad while you’re actively high.
You closed your eyes and opened your mouth wider, grasping his makeshift dick at the base with your free hand. But then… an idea.
"Jax, did you have any of the sauce? You should. It makes this stuff feel soooo real. Please take it. Please, I want you to feel this for real," you say all in one breath, and you're not sure why you care how much he enjoys this, but you do.
Jax doesn’t argue; he stares down at you, unsure for a moment, but then shakes his head and takes the bottle. He pours a rather large amount of the pink sauce into his own mouth and swallows. You grin up at him and giggle, strangely happy about all of this. The two of you return to the position you were in.
With your mouth wider open, you take his whole length in, not giving him any time to adjust before you start hollowing your cheeks around him. The sauce's effect on him is evident now. He’s not so tense anymore, and gasps and moans spill out of his mouth easily. They bring you a sense of satisfaction that only this could, that you hadn’t experienced since before you entered the circus.
"Oh, god, sh—t, like that," he rambles as your mouth moves up and down on his cock faster, like you're just as hungry for this as he is. Maybe more.
You decide to look up at him as you do this, you need to see him. "F—k," he says when you meet his gaze, and he looks so into this. So into you, so full of desire, so human and real — you wish you could take a picture. He threads one hand into your hair, the other still holding his dick against his crotch.
You know, deep down, that it's not real; the heat in your lower body, the moans coming out of Jax's mouth, the pleasure you're giving him, but you don't really care right now. What you feel is Jax inside your mouth, wet and warm with your spit, as you listen to him moan and swear under your touch. It feels more than real enough for you. It feels more real than anything has in months.
"'M getting close," he says, and this makes you speed up further. His hand in your hair is now actively pulling, making you whine at the pressure, but it's good. It’s all so good. The motion of going up and down on him is almost addicting, you never want to stop, and you don't know if that's Jax or the sauce, but it truly doesn't matter to you in the moment.
You're still staring up at him, and he's had his eyes closed for a little while now, but he opens them. He groans deeply when he sees you, his face flushed and closer to pink than you've ever seen his purple fur. You would normally question how that’s possible, but the sauce has you focusing on things that are inarguably more important, like the euphoria of finally doing something obscene and human after all this time.
"Gonna come inside your mouth, gonna swallow it like a little sl—t, huh? You're being so good just for me, babe, f—ck, so good-" he says, and you think he’s been talking for a while but you were barely listening to the actual words (opting instead to focus on how he sounds, utterly fucked out and loud about it), and you nod desperately, stupidly, with his cock in your mouth. He comes with a guttural moan, and you feel another large dose of the sauce land on your tongue. You swallow it, just like he told you, and pull off of his dick. You promptly collapse on the floor.
Jax joins you after a few seconds. You don't talk. You lie there for god knows how long and fall asleep, right there on the floor.
You are so doing this again.