I like boobs 

the-confident-benjamin:

Who are you and what did you do to Ben.. 

I swear this child is trying to kill me. 

shesthe-devil:

Whatever, you’re just jealous of Alistair’s cock.

Not what I meant. I mean you left again and don’t tell me? What is this fuckery you have created?

I swear this child is trying to kill me. 

shesthe-devil:

You’re a bitch and I hate you.

Is It Really Just A Drink?||Alison 

alistair-logan:

The look of disapproval on Jason’s face was pretty damn hot, Jason could wear disapproving like a model. The redhead eyes darted across his face, taking in all the features, focusing mainly on his lips. He had to do it, he wanted to. So what was going to stop him from doing what he wanted? Dropping the empty container onto the floor, his rough hands grasped each side of the blonde’s face, pulling his mouth onto his own.

Alistair could definitely taste the beer he’d just had, he wasn’t entirely sure if Jason would, after all this was the point of his plan. Not really caring if Jason was going to pull away, Alistair’s lips were hard and hungry on his own. He wasn’t entirely sure why he didn’t want to admit wanting Jason, but it just seemed that after this amount of time in his life, it’d be a bit stupid to come out. Wasn’t it usually teenagers that did that kind of thing? He’d definitely passed that age.

Closing his eyes, Alistair pulled away from Jason, leaving just an inch between them. “Yeah. That answer your questions?” He said a smirk remaining on his lips. Reopening his eyes he saw Jason staring back at him.

Jason watched as Alistair’s eyes ran from place to place and Jason wasn’t entirely sure what was happening in that moment. There was a sound of the empty can falling and his face darted to the direction of the sound for a moment. When he turned his face back to Alistair he felt hands go roughly to either side of his face and his lips were roughly brought down on the other male’s. 

This was definitely not what he expected when Alistair tossed back that beer. He expected a fight to the death for the beer not a fight for dominance. As Jason took a few moments to realize what was actually happening and finally he returned the kiss. The kiss wasn’t small and sweet, it was rough and full of lust like most of their kisses have been. Jason would never understand why Alistair would never admit that he wasn’t completely straight. Jason knew the first time he and Alistair did anything he had an excuse. The two of them were completely hammered, and adventurous teens.. But, now they are both grown men and he is still trying to convince Jason that he was straight after making out with him while drunk and then a few days later completely sober. Jason didn’t know who Alistair was trying to fool, Jason or himself, but obviously it wasn’t working. Jason wasn’t complaining that they were kissing or anything, but it was confusing him. 

Jason felt Alistair’s lips start to slowly come off of his and Jason’s eyes fluttered open and he looked at his friend waiting for what he was going to say next. An excuse maybe? Jason laughed lightly upon hearing what he said. “It answered one question, but added a few more, including how much longer you gonna insist you’re not sexually attracted to me and when are we gonna fuck?” He grinned devilishly and asking the second question with a teasing voice that noted that it was a joke.

Is It Really Just A Drink?||Alison 

alistair-logan:

Having the blonde’s face so close to his own was unbearable, it was taking everything he had to focus on the beer right now. His arms slowly began to sag a little, still out of the reach of Jason but only just. If he had really pushed in getting the bottle, Jason almost certainly would. Leaning towards Jason, Alistair had a smirk plastered onto his smug face.

“You want the beer Jason? You really want it?” His eyes dancing in the light as the idea struck him. Glancing up at the beer he arranged it in his hand he could easily open it with one swift movement, pulling it back a small satisfying hiss left the container. Chucking the unopened beer onto the chair opposite he began to down the beverage in hand, his eyes focused on Jason. It was a trick he’d been taught in the bar by a friend. The pair of them would have competitions to see how many drinks they could open and drink within a minute, the winner had to buy the next round.

Jason saw the change in Alistair’s expression and sudden curiosity came over him. 'What was he planning..' ”Yes I want the beer. I haven’t been struggling for it for the past like ten minutes for fun.” Jason responded, but knowing that this was way to easy. Alistair tossed the closed beer onto a near by chair and then started chugging the open one before Jason could even process everything. “Now that’s just cruel!” Jason whined sitting back from Alistair’s lap and now waiting for what he’d been planning. 

As he finished the beer in his hand, Jason through him a glance. “Are you happy with yourself?” Jason asked raising his brow unapprovingly at him. Jason now waited for an explanation to what was happening now. Alistair had a devilish grin across his face which only made Jason all the more curious. After another moment Jason cracked. “Okay now, what’s going on in that little head of yours. Whatever it is is making you cynical so spit it out.”

Is It Really Just A Drink?||Alison 

alistair-logan:

Alistair was laughing so hard he was finding it hard to remain holding the bottle at such a distance. “You’re forgetting the magic word Jay-Jay…” He teased in a patronizing tone. A smile still plastered onto his face. “Now… ask again nicely.” Trying to suppress his laughter, Alistair’s face contorted into a mixture of serious and constipated expression before he burst out again. 

Looking down at the figure on top of him Alistair bit his lip, still keeping the bottles out of reach. Jason was rather attractive, he as a male was almost certain he was completely straight until a week ago when he’s kissed Jason when sober. It was weird. His features were pleasing and his body wasn’t unattractive in the least. It was pretty damn hard to deny that Jason was hot. Focusing back on the task at hand he laughed again waving the bottles teasingly centermeters away from his fingertips.

Hearing Alistair telling him to ask nicely, Jason pretended to contemplate this idea, but shortly he exclaimed, “Never!” And the struggle for the battle was back on. He wasn’t going to give in that easy. He knew he would never hear the end of it if he just gave Alistair the win. Jason’s fingers were so close to the bottle, but every time he was about to get it Alistair’s hand would move back a little further from him. “Uggh.” Jason groaned stretching for the bottle. “I just wanna get druuunk.” 

The truth was Jason was rather enjoying the fight for the bottle. Here he was lying practically sprawled against an insanely attractive man while in the midst of drinking.. It was pretty much the best way to spend any night. “Aaaaaaaaalistaaaaaair, give it to meeeeeeeeeeeeee” Jason whined looking to the man’s eyes and giving him a little face. He bit his lip lightly as his face slowly began to soften, losing focus on the beer.

Is It Really Just A Drink?||Alison 

alistair-logan:

Laughing Alistair nodded. “Hell yeah that’s what I’m suggesting. Look at that beer belly forming!” he teased nodding towards Jason’s stomach. It was perfectly flat, just like his own, the urge to get Jason to fight him for the beer was just too much. Grinning he tilted his head to the side. “You’re going to have to come get them. For I am not going to be your bitch tonight.” He waved the beers carelessly in the air, far from Jason’s reach. He barely noticed that Jason’s eyes had fallen on his features for any length of time. Laughter was emerging from his lips as he raised his eyebrows expectantly.

It’d actually surprised him that Jason hadn’t made his way over yet, he seemed to be saving for something. The thought of Jason being the master of revenge had completely slipped his mind, he was out for a good time and that was it. It was similar to the time 8 years ago when he just went for it to simply feel something new. “Or are you chicken?” He asked proceeding with a number of chicken-like clucks.

Jason gasped as if he was hurt by this insult. “I do not have a beer belly!” His voice changed and was tinted with a sly tone. “You on the other hand… Could do a few extra sit ups.” Jason reached over and poked the man’s perfectly toned stomach lightly. “You’re getting a little tubby there mate. I think you should hold off and that beer and pass it over.” He rolled his eyes slightly at the clucking that was coming from the opposite end of the couch. Jason was amused by it, but still in the back of his head he was plotting. Alistair’s full attention was on his clucking and Jason knew now was time to get into it. 

He lunged forward in attempt to grab the bottle from his grasp, but just before Jason had it, it was pulled away. “Shit!” He exclaimed, struggling to get the bottle that was just out of his reach. Jason’s body had migrated so he was practically on top of Alistair reaching for the bottle. “Giiiive. Iiiiit. Toooo. Meeeee.” Jason groaned reaching for the bottle. 

Is It Really Just A Drink?||Alison 

alistair-logan:

Glancing back at Jason, the redhead pulled a face. “Why would I do that, man?” He teased playfully. “I mean you’re not going to let me sleep on your couch. I think you gotta come get it.” He grabbed two beers, a smirk on his face. It was going to be interesting if Jason would actually get up off his butt to come and get the drink. The smile remained on his face as he returned to his couch and held up the bottle tauntingly. Alistair wasn’t entirely sure if the rest of the population of the town were as fitness conscious as he was since joining the army. It meant being at the top of your game; fast reflexes, strength, speed. All the things needed to get the juices flowing and the blood pumping. 

“Are you just too fat from sitting in your directors chair now? Snacking on McDonalds?” His eyes sparkling with mischief as he taunted the blonde. He wanted to try and see if this would get any kind of rise out of him. Sitting and drinking beer was interesting and good as it was but Alistair was looking for something a little more… exciting. Slowly moving his tongue across his lips he raised an eyebrow. “Poor Jason…” His voice low as he mocked him, a smile spreading out across his face. So what if he got kicked out tonight and had to walk his way back home. It was totally worth it.

Jason’s jaw dropped in fake appal. He grinned lightly, “I see how it is Keenan.” He sat up on his knees as he was making his way over with two beers in his hands. Jason reached out for one, but quickly it was pulled from his reach. Jason shot Alistair a look to see if he was gonna hand it to him, but nothing. “Pass me the beer, Alistair.” Jason warned, teasingly as he raised a brow. Jason knew he didn’t have reflexes nearly as fast as Alistair any more because he works on it in order to have the job he does. With Jason’s job he simply action, cut, and that’s a wrap. He doesn’t exactly need work on his coordination.

Jason shook his head, laughing lightly as Alistair began to call him out on being a director and losing his physique. “Are you calling me fat, Logan? Is that what I’m getting at?” Jason challenged, hiding the grin that was creeping over his lips. “If you don’t give me that beer…” Jason began in a low tone and mischievous look across his face. “I will… Go get it.” Jason warned smirking devilishly, but at this point Jason’s eyes had made their way to Alistair’s lips just as his tongue ran ovr them. He stared there for a few moments till reality set in and he looked away in any other direction, but unintentionally they went straight to his eyes. He looked away, then quickly back his expression back to one of warn waiting for his response on weather he was going to get the beer through force or if he would give it over willingly.

Is It Really Just A Drink?||Alison 

alistair-logan:

“Yeah… I was thinking about sleeping on your sofa. So y’know. Good luck with that.” He chuckled taking another swig, the expression on Jason’s face when he drank beer was excellent. It contorted in a bizarre way that only ever happened if things were slightly too bitter for him. He lent back into the sofa, a smirk plastered onto his face as he did so. Jason hadn’t changed much. Even as teens they had a relationship almost exactly the same as they do now, just without the making out. Raising his eyebrows, Alistair nearly spat out the drink in his had as the blonde renounced himself as a bored.

“You’re shitting me right? You are definitely not a bore, you’re a fucking director. I, on the other hand, have been sorting through boxes in the attic. You’ll never guess what I found up there today. Tanya had left a whole fucking box full of her “toys”.” The redhead nodded as he downed the rest of his  beer and placed the empty container to the side. “I shit you not. Some of those things don’t look natural. It’s weird.” He chuckled as he stood up to grab another. It’d been far too long since he’d got drunk. Smiling up at Jason, he carefully watched his expression, hoping this would make him slightly less self pitying. Surely finding your girlfriends toys was pretty up there with shitty things to do in a day.

Jason raised an eyebrow. “Oh really? And what would happen if you weren’t invited to sleep on my couch? Hm?” Jason teased giving the other man a grin. Jason has always been rather comfortable with Alistair as a friend. He didn’t need no bullshit personality to cover up how much of an ass he could be, he had no need to hide himself from Alistair. One because he’d known him since they were teens and he’d found trust in him. Two and the bigger of the two reasons was that not only had Jason found trust in Alistair, but Alistair himself had found trust in Jason. Jason knew that he wasn’t exactly the most trusting person because of his need to rely on revenge when things don’t go according to plan, but when people do trust him it makes that person that much more special to Jason. Alistair is one of those people. Back when they were just a couple of crazy teens, Alistair trusted Jason with one of his biggest secrets and that truly was an honour for Jason. He’d never had someone tell him something so personal before and it was almost touching in a sense. It made Alistair one of the most important people in Jason’s life.

Jason shrugged at Alistair’s big commotion on how not boring Jason was. “Just because I direct, doesn’t make me less boring. Just saying.” He flashed a grin towards the other fellow as he heard the events of his eventful day. “Oh god.” Jason laughed his head falling back slightly. “Oh my god. That, my friend is not something that happens everyday.” He finished off his beer putting it on the side table. “I am sorry, dude. Your day has been relatively crappy as well. I mean, finding your girlfriend’s toys in the attic doesn’t exactly happen to everyone..” Jason sat back in the chair as Alistair stood to get another beer. “Grab me one. too, bro.” He called out looking back at the copper haired man.

Is It Really Just A Drink?||Alison 

alistair-logan:

Alistair waved his hand in the air as he pushed himself up off the doorframe. “Yeah, it was nothing. I forgot to go on my morning run today, so I thought I’d catch up. Fitness and all that shit.” He smiled at Jason as he walked through the door. The house definitely looked slightly different since he’d last arrived here with a six pack of beer. If he remembered correctly they attempted to reenact the Romans using white bedsheets and created a fort.

Catching the beer in one hand, Alistair sat down on the couch opposite Jason. He kicked off his trainers and flung them to the side, a smirk on his face. “It’s y’know life. I gotta say I miss being a teen. I could get away with so much shit it was unbelievable.” Opening the beer he took a swig as he glanced around the room. “I see the missus is well and truely gone. What about you? Life’s giving you all the fruits you can imagine right?”

"Hahah, sucker." Jason gave a devilish grin and then continued, "Y’know what really sucks about jogging here?" Jason asked rhetorically before continuing. "You have to jog back." He gave a small laugh taking a large gulp and letting the liquid sail through his system. He shook his head lightly the bitter taste flowing through him and warming him slightly. Jason was used to the taste of beer, but regardless of the large amount of beers he’s had that taste that you get when you take the first sip never changes or gets better. It is always that same harsh taste startles him a little. 

"Tell me about. I honestly think when I was younger I just wanted to grow up quickly. Well, fuck, I just wanna like go back now. Back to when I wouldn’t like forget the night before after a few shots of tequila and bottles of beer." Jason shrugged because it was life and it wasn’t like it would change any time soon. "Yup, she is officially out of my life for good and I guess it is for the best." Jason shrugged lightly taking another sip of his beer. "It’s been pretty boring actually. Just a lot of work since I got back from California. And yea.. That is about it.. I am really a bore… I know."