The first time Jason and Liam had sex, Jason was surprised to discover that Liam didn't have any ink. He hadn't expected anything as elaborate as his own tattoos, since Liam was an actor, but every winged actor Jason had been with had at least had a little ink.

"I'm the wrong generation for it," Liam had explained with a slight laugh. "I've got the earring, but then everyone got one of those in the 80s." He'd looked at Jason a little sheepishly. "Never thought of anything I wanted to have permanently marked on my skin," he'd added, tracing the length of Anduril down Jason's spine with his finger.

Jason had shivered, then rolled over and nipped at Liam's chest. "When you come up with something, you'll know, and then it'll be the right time," he'd said, being deliberately cryptic. "Until then, I'll just have to think of other ways to mark you up."

"Oh will you?" Liam had asked and the whole subject had been forgotten as they wrestled in Liam's big bed.

It's a couple years later that Liam thinks of the conversation again. They're both in LA at the same time for once, both working -- Jason on Pirates 2 and 3 and Liam doing the voice work for Narnia -- and things are going well between them. Liam finds himself enjoying the voice work, joking with Jason that it was an easy paycheck.

Joking aside, he was really enjoying voicing Aslan. "I like the character," he tells Jason one night over dinner. "Oh sure, he's Jesus, but still, there's something enjoyable about playing that noble a character."

Jason grins. "I can't wait to see it. You've got the perfect voice for it, too--authoritative, but still gentle."

"Oh go on, you," Liam says, rolling his eyes. "Flattery will get you nowhere, you know."

"It's not flattery!" Jason protests. "Come on; there are people who'd pay to hear you read the phone book. I'm not one of them, mind you--there are other things I'd rather hear you say." He grins.

"I wanted to do this," Liam says, looking off into the distance. "You have no idea how glad I was when Brian couldn't do it." He looks over at Jason, smiling almost shyly. "I looked for Narnia in the back of my closet when I was a boy."

Jason gets up and goes around to the other side of the table so he can wrap his arms around Liam's waist. "So did I. I always thought Edmund was kind of a wanker, though that may just be because I've never liked Turkish Delight."

"I always felt sorry for him," Liam says. "It can't have been easy having Peter for an older brother."

"There is that," Jason says, nibbling on Liam's shoulder. "I was lucky there--my brothers are all a hell of a lot more laid-back." He sighs. "Too bad none of the kids had wings--I'd have liked to go back to New Zealand."

"Mmmm," Liam says, rather wanting to avoid talking about New Zealand if he can. Even after a couple of years, he's still found himself occasionally wondering if Jason would come to his senses and realize that Viggo really was more his type than Liam was. It's not that he doesn't trust Jason -- he does -- it's more that he's not sure what he can offer to someone as free-spirited as Jason.

Sensing Liam's discomfort, Jason leans in and rubs his cheek against one of Liam's wings, inhaling his lover's spicy scent. He still hasn't figured out how to convince Liam that he's happy and that he's not pining for Viggo. Liam's so much more grounded--which is exactly what I need. He can't help smiling a little at the irony of thinking of a winged lover in those terms.

"I was thinking," Liam says, pausing to kiss Jason's forearm as Jason drapes it over Liam's shoulder. "About getting some ink...."

Jason blinks. "Really? What have you decided on?"

"You're going to laugh," Liam says, twisting a little to look up at Jason.

"Liam, you're talking to a guy who has the Olympic rings on one shoulder and a pirate flag on the other. I won't laugh, I promise."

"I like the rings, even if you do think they're tacky," Liam protests. "You had such a good year for a first-timer, of course you got a tattoo." He laughs a little. "I want a lion."

Jason tilts his head and studies Liam for a moment, then nods. "Yeah...that fits. I can see that. Where?"

"I have no idea," Liam says. "I thought we'd discuss it, since you're a representative of hip wing culture."

That does make Jason laugh. "I think you're exaggerating by several orders of magnitude," he tells Liam. "But...it depends, really, on how big you want it. It'll probably need to be something that can be covered by makeup."

"Yeah, but they can cover anything these days," Liam says. He leans back against. "I'm counting on you to be the expert here."

"Back or front, then? Because right at the base of your spine, where I could lick before going further down..." Jason grins wickedly. "Or on a shoulder, maybe?"

"You're trying to kill me," Liam says with a laugh. "On my shoulder I think. The right one."

"Mmm ... here?" Jason reaches around and scratches Liam's shoulder, just to the right of the wing joint.

"Up a little," Liam says and when Jason's fingers find he right spot, he nods. "Yeah, right there."

Jason digs his fingers in and scratches hard. "That'll look good on you." With his other hand, he rubs his palm over Liam's nipple and pinches it lightly.

"Oh God," Liam moans. "I take it dinner's over?"

"I'm still hungry," Jason tells him, "I'm thinking it's time for dessert." Carefully he licks Liam's right wing, moving along the pinion.

"Mmmmm," Liam moans, his wings spreading out behind him. "Feels damn good."

Jason unfurls his own wings and presses close against Liam's back so that their wings overlap, black on black. "Bedroom?"

"Yeah," Liam says, leaning back against Jason. "Want you."

"C'mon, then." Jason gives Liam a quick squeeze before going into the bedroom and hopping up onto the bed. "Whose turn is it to be on top, then?"

"You know me," Liam says, following Jason and leaning in to nibble at Jason's shoulder. "I'm easy."

Jason rolls over onto his stomach, wings extended and legs spread. "In that case, I think I'd like to see what it's like to get fucked by a lion among men."

"Mmmmm." Liam manages a low, purring rumble. "Lions have the most amazing tongues," he adds, bending down and licking his way up one of Jason's legs to his ass. Spreading Jason open, he keeps on licking, lapping at Jason's balls and hole.

One of the things Jason has noticed about wingfolk is that most of them seem to be very oral. Liam's no exception, and Jason's glad of that. He moans and wriggles underneath Liam, wings fluttering just as little.

"Lift up a little," Liam murmurs, turning his head to bite at Jason's cheek. Once Jason goes up to his knees, Liam starts licking again, this time stabbing his tongue into Jason with short hard thrusts.

"Oh God..." Jason groans. "Your tongue should be fucking illegal."

"It's registered as a lethal weapon," Liam says, lifting his head and chuckling. He licks his way up Jason's spine to Jason's wing joints. Licking and nibbling along the sensitive skin and muscle, Liam reaches for the lube. He loves the smell of Jason's wings, the faintly herbal scent of the dry shampoo Jason uses mixed with a hint of sweat and the soft, almost powdery smell of the feathers themselves.

Jason's feathers rustle. "Just fuck me," he says hoarsely. "You don't need to prep me or anything--I just want to feel you shoving into me hard."

"You sure?" Liam asks, his voice just as rough as Jason's. "Don't want to hurt you."

"You won't--not in a bad way." Jason looks over his shoulder and smiles at Liam. "Besides, I'm used to being knocked around. Please, love?"

"Christ, you're trying to fuckin' kill me," Liam mutters, tossing the lube aside and then pausing to spit into his hand. Slicking up his cock, he pushes carefully into Jason, moaning at the way Jason's so tight around him. "God ... so fucking good."

Jason closes is eyes, savoring the burn. "Feels wonderful ... love having you in me like this, Liam. Fuck me ... please ... I need it..."

"Oh yeah," Liam moans as he picks up the pace. He spreads his wings and then brings them down around both of them, trying not to get his hooks caught in the sheets yet again.

Jason arches up, rubbing his wings against Liam's as he thrusts back, Liam warm and solid behind him. "Yes..." he hisses. "Fucking take me ... God, feels so fucking good ... yes..."

"Oh yeah," Liam repeats. "Jason ... fuck...." he brings his hand around to stroke Jason's cock. "So fucking close ... come for me, love ... c'mon."

Crying out wordlessly, Jason does so, tightening around Liam's big cock. Reaching out, he grabs one of Liam's hands and covers it with his own.

With a loud groan, Liam slams into Jason one more time and comes as well, his fingers tightening on Jason's hand. "God," he murmurs when he can speak again. "Damn, Jason."

Jason sits up so he can wrap his arms and wings around Liam, holding him close. He doesn't speak; they don't always need to.

Liam feels no more need to speak than Jason does. He just leans into Jason's embrace and rests his cheek against the smooth feathers of one of Jason's wings and sighs happily.

* * *

Two weeks later, Jason sits watching as the artist draws the lion on Liam's shoulder. Idly he traces the pattern of the black feathers on his chest, and he smiles down at Liam and squeezes Liam's hands.

It hurts when the guy gets going, but Liam's got a fairly good pain threshold and after about ten minutes the endorphins are kicking in. He smiles what he knows to be a rather goofy smile at Jason. "This is wild," he says with a little laugh. "If I'd known if felt like this, I might have had one done a long time ago."

"Everyone says that," the artist says. "Gotta say, you're older than most wingfolk I get in here for their first ink."

"Yeah," Liam says with a laugh. "It's all his fault."

Jason grins. "Of course it is. And there's plenty of room there for more, so it can keep being my fault."

"Ever thought of getting your wings pierced?" the artist asks, backing off and looking at his work for a moment.

"Not really," Liam says, glancing at Jason's bare chest. "Never thought of getting anything pierced really. although I have to say, I like the look on Jason."

Jason stretches, the rings in his nipples glinting silver. "If you wanted to get your tongue done, you might have to get a new lover, because I think it would kill me." He sighs. "Probably not a good career move, though."

"Not when I'm looking at several years of voice work along with other projects," Liam agrees, gripping Jason's hands a little tighter as the artist begins to fill in the tattoo.

"You could get pierced other places, though, and I certainly wouldn't complain," Jason suggests.

"Let's get through this first," Liam says, although he's actually thinking of some of the piercings pictured on the wall of the studio. Something like that might be rather nice, provided I could actually let anyone near my dick with a big damn needle.

"As soon as he's done, I'll take you home, feed you, and then we can work on distractions as the endorphins fade," Jason promises him.

"Mmmm, sounds good," Liam says, thinking yet again that it's a good thing that wingfolk have reputations for having ... healthy sexual appetites. Plus this is a tattoo parlor. I bet they hear this kind of thing all the time.

They get through the rest of Liam's tattoo without disgracing themselves too much, and then Liam makes Jason drive home. "Still a little too giddy," he says, sliding his hand up Jason's leg.

"Giddy? Is that what they're calling it these days?" Jason says, laughing and shifting just a little so he can nudge his crotch against Liam's hand. "How hungry are you?"

"Food would be good," Liam says. "But you taking me home and fucking me would be better."

"I think I can manage that--it might be a bit of a struggle, you understand--but for you, I'll make the sacrifice." Jason's grin flashes white against his tanned skin.

"I really admire your altruism," Liam replies, pressing his hand against the bulge in Jason's jeans. He has to fight to keep from unzipping Jason's pants right there in the car, but the minute they get home and the door closes behind them, he's dragging that zipper down.

Jason spreads his wings and leans back against the door. "Want your mouth," he growls after giving Liam a hard, deep kiss.

"Only if you fuck me," Liam says, sliding down to kneel in front of Jason. Before Jason can even answer, he leans forward and slides his mouth down over Jason's cock, sucking hard.

Careful not to press on the gauze over the fresh tattoo, Jason pulls Liam close, holding his head so that he can fuck Liam's mouth. "Fucking gorgeous like that, so hungry for it...I love seeing you on your knees, choking on my cock."

Liam moans around Jason's cock, loving the way Jason's talking dirty. He's got such a good voice for it, he thinks, carefully dragging his teeth a long the shaft of Jason's prick.

"Ah...fuck, that's good..." Reluctantly, Jason pushes Liam away. "Lean over the table," he growls. "I'm gonna fuck you right here."

"Oh hell yeah." Liam says, kicking his shoes off and then stripping off his pants. Bending over the table, he braces himself on his elbows and looks back at Jason. "C'mon then."

Jason steps out of his sandals and shoves his jeans off. There's a bottle of olive oil next to the stove that makes an adequate lube; Jason uses it to slick up his cock and hand before sliding a couple of fingers into Liam.

"Don't need much," Liam says, still a little high from the endorphins. While he doesn't like it as rough as Jason does, he also doesn't really feel like waiting while Jason bothers to get him prepped.

"'kay." Jason pulls his hand away, squeezes Liam's arse once hard, and shoves in. "Fuck...you're so fucking hot, Liam."

Liam doesn't even bother with words; he just yells loudly as Jason starts fucking him hard. It's good, spectacular really, and he shoves back, eager for more. His shoulder is throbbing just a little, but it really doesn't bother him much. Maybe there's something to the idea of mixing sex and just a little pain.

Jason rests one hand on Liam's waist to steady himself, and wraps the other around Liam's cock, pumping steadily in time with his pounding thrusts. Lifting up a little, he bites Liam's unmarked shoulder in roughly the same spot where the tattoo is on the other side.

"Goddamn!" Liam yells. "Yeah ... c'mon Jason ... fuck me harder!"

"I can do that," Jason says, grinning fiercely. He begins to slam into Liam with brutal force, digging his fingers into Liam's hip as he works Liam's cock. "Come on, Liam--fucking give it to me!"

It only takes two more hard thrusts of Jason's cock before Liam is crying out and coming, his wings trembling frantically. It's so amazingly good that he almost passes out, and he's sure he won't be moving anytime soon.

Feeling Liam clenched tight around him, Jason comes as well, gasping for air and trying to keep from passing out. "Fuck ... oh holy fuck ... God, Liam..."

"Love you," Liam gasps. "So fucking good with you...."

Jason kisses the back of Liam's neck. "Love you." Slowly, he slides out of Liam, turning his lover around so he can kiss him.

Liam has to brace himself against the table to keep from sliding to the floor. He's sore as hell -- both shoulders and his arse -- and he feels utterly boneless. "Bed," he mumbles. "Need to lie down now."

"Lean on me, gorgeous," Jason says. "We'll get you in bed, and then I'll see about getting something for us to eat." He grins. We sound like an old married couple. Somehow, we've ended up nesting, and I think I like it.

-end-

Notes: We give up. What started out as a crack!fic idea became a whole AU in which a percentage of the population is born with wings. It's a typical Nancy and Ruth situation: we've taken one improbable/impossible thing, added it to the real world and then looked at how the real world works with that addition. It didn't hurt that we had a whole road trip from Salem MA, to Sacramento CA to work the details out. So no, people are not built so that they could have wings and be able to fly, but this is what we think the world would be like if they could. The series title is from Paul Simon's song "Boy in the Bubble."

In this,  Jason is not an actor but was an Olympic skier -- there are winged events at the games -- and is now a fight coordinator, having worked on LotR, PotC and pretty much any movie with big fight scenes. The other thing is that wingfolk as a whole tend to be on the cutting edge of culture and are very into body mods.

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