Day 328, Friday, November 28th

[papalobo]

[It's weird, to end up at a home that's not home. He's spent more time there than anywhere else this year, but that says more about his transience than anything. If told five years ago he would live such a lifestyle, he'd have believed that, but not the part about most of those multiple places being not just six but seven, eight figure abodes.

And yet it's Jessica's home (still probably the nicest one he'd lived in as an adult, before Ash swept in) they're doing Thanksgiving in. Maybe it's a fear of being upstaged on her part if it's in such a house; such a naive thought is, while unvoiced, just more proof of Ash's suspicions, that Max's mind is on something, something Ash had likely been trying to put his mind on for months. Because with even half of his braincells to put to it, he'd suspect the worst sooner.

It's not until they're pulling up to the house and there are two other cars there that he remembers the hell of Thanksgiving is not only family, but family you don't normally have to see. And thanks to Michael, Jessica's family is still his family.


And their ride is a taxi. It's not like they can turn around. Though Michael coming out to greet them right away in a hurried excitement would've made it impossible in anything.]

...Maybe she decided to start investing in cars. But not especially good ones. To be more undercover. As a journalist.

Day 375, Friday, December 14th

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[papalobo]

[Max doesn't really have a thing for getting insulted or chewed out; if he did, probably even Ash wouldn't be able to compete with Jessica. Putting aside his other questionable tastes, he doesn't seem to mind being called stupid like this nearly as much as he should.

If he intended to break away to give some sarcastic retort, feeling Ash's response has him think twice; he may be stupid, but he's not that stupid, Ash doesn't exactly get it up often. And he hadn't had a drink yet, so it wasn't as if someone, somehow, slipped him something already and Max is the lucky beneficiary. So as he pulls those slender hips forward against him, Max can come to only one reasonable conclusion: Ash likes stupid at least as much as Max likes crazy.

Later, unironically, he will definitely think "Take that!" towards Blanca and Eiji. For now, however unusually, neither is on his mind, even to gloat.]

[jadedlynx]

[ If he could analyze it with a clear, unbiased eye, Ash would conclude he likes that Max's logical brain wasn't consulted when he heard Ash insulted so shamelessly. The man can still possibly press charges. He could have been hurt. Ash is sure that he didn't stop to consider any of those things.

Max isn't actually stupid. Ash throws the word around easily, but there's a reason he was a partner against Dino more than just someone to protect. Had he died at Arthur's hands, it was Max who he trusted to finish Banana Fish.

Yet, he'd go to jail for Ash's honor. He'd sport a broken nose or black eye if it meant the man would hurl one less profanity.

Ash isn't analyzing. He's slightly annoyed to find how turned on he is at an action he'd otherwise discourage, but he also has no intention of fighting it. Not even a little.

His hips roll as he greedily devours Max. There's skill, but Ash would actively try to fail for there to be no skill. But, he takes as much as he gives.

It'd been a relief the first time Max managed to get hard without medication, but that was still connected to the brain. Now, he's allowing his body full control. ]

[papalobo]

[Since the bathroom's locked, there's not a lot of reason to be shy about it being a semi-public place, is there? His hand goes right for the bottom of Ash's shirt, ready to strip him down and enjoy the view. And yet, a blue eyes strays to that door, locked, and yet beyond it, some asshole who'd accused Ash of getting off on this.

Whatever Ash's getting off on, it's not what that guy thinks.

But instead of pulling off the shirt, he gropes under it, only hungrier for the restraint, suddenly demanding a wetter, probing kiss since Ash is so obliging right now.]

[jadedlynx]

[ Even that seems to come shamelessly. Ash has always been an odd mixture of shamelessness and restraint. While acting, words flow from his lips as if he's simply living in an erotic movie. However, he's normally more aware of himself when sincere.

Yet now, he's urging Max away from the wall and toward the toilet. It's hardly sanitary, but Max is going to be bottom so he isn't worried.

He needs to feel Max. Now. Ash needs his hands to run across the expanse of a body he's explored but while being driven by a man he's so sorely missed. The kiss is almost impossible to deepen, but he follows Max's direction and slides one hand beneath the shirt to allow his hand direct contact with skin. ]

[papalobo]

[Down he goes without a fight, legs spreading to pull Ash down into his lap, even freeing a hand from under his shirt to reach and pull one leg over his, to get him into place and be body to body, getting friction as they move against each other with less energy set to balancing, to standing up.]

[jadedlynx]

[ As if the two are engaging in a well-planned dance, Ash slides into his lap without hesitation; it was always the plan.

His weight rests heavily on Max's legs, but Ash doesn't hesitate to lean more into his body. All consideration of limitations and injuries is gone.

A year prior, Ash wouldn't have made out in the bathroom of a bar. Last night, he'd have said there's no one who can't wait to be kissed, but now, he treats their kiss as oxygen: precious and necessary.

Despite his erection being present between them, he has no plans on having sex here and now, but he's already planning a place to park to finish what they start here. ]

[papalobo]

[A heavy, thick hand settles right over that erection, confirming it, kneading it, all but gloating in it while their chests rub together, breaths mingling along with lips and tongues. The opposite hand runs through Ash's hair, cupping his face and then running to the back of his neck, a flurry of motion not sure how far to go when both of them know that this isn't the place for penetration; and yet, neither wants to stop to move, either.]

[jadedlynx]

[ The kiss breaks when Max's hand rubs along the erection, earning a moan muted only by necessity but even while quiet, the sound is shameless and wanton. ]

Damn it, Max.

[ The three words sound like complaint only for their lack of followup.

The solution is simple. ]

Car.

[ They need to relocate. ]

[papalobo]

Little more... [The frustration in his voice mirrors that complaint, but not enough to break off just yet. The hand over his groin kneads, grips, then rubs as he pants into the kiss, breaking and reconnecting, shifting on the less than comfortable toilet seat, not feeling any of it but Ash himself, and too taken with that to appreciate the benefits of any change of venue.]

[jadedlynx]

The problem is that I want a lot more.

[ Despite being overcome with lust, Ash still manages full sentences. His body rolls into the hand, encouraging Max while simultaneously trying to pause their situation. ]

We can't do it here, but you have a big back seat.

[papalobo]

Could do a little more here...

[Ash is responding to his hand after all, a hand that starts teasing at his fly. Who knows how long Ash's be responsive?]

[jadedlynx]

I don't want to walk out of the bar with stains inside of my jeans.

[ He can certainly finish here.

With a grin, he covers Max's hand, leans forward, and uses his teeth to tug at Max's earlobe. ]

Let's so somewhere you can stain me up instead.

[papalobo]

[That does get his hand to stop, but he's not quite ready to get up just yet.]

I don't want them looking at you already...

[jadedlynx]

I don't care about them.

[ Aside from the barriers they pose. ]

I really, really don't care about them. Let them look. You're the one who's going to be seeing me naked.

[papalobo]

You're really gonna get naked in the car?

[He is starting to sell him on it; Max's eyes rake him over. He won't get him naked here.

Without waiting for an answer, he scoops Ash up, ready to try lifting him as he stands.]

[jadedlynx]

[ Naked enough; his goal won't be full nudity, but...

But then his focus is trying to get his feet onto the ground. ]

I might not care about them, but I'm not going to let them see me carried out.

[papalobo]

[He lets Ash stand, stepping back and finally trying to take a calming breath. Ash probably doesn't actually want to get felt up in front of them, either, not any more than he wants to be carried.]

I get it, I get it...

[jadedlynx]

[ In his usual state, Ash would keep appearances by cleaning up Max's face, but his mind is in other places, and no one died for a bloody face.

It's hard not to grab that hand and drag him away. Instead, he turns, wordless, and leads by action. His pace is just below a point of looking suspicious. ]

[papalobo]

[Max is of half a mind to do the grabbing and dragging himself. But if this was spurred by a sense of Ash's dignity, then it won't do to make too much of a show out there. People will notice the blood. He only now thinks to wipe it with his forearm.

Ahhhh, people're gonna know, he can't not follow Ash with open, giddy lust in his step. But he tried, for the record.]

[jadedlynx]

[ You like the attention. You like it when we fight over you, huh? It isn't an unusual accusation, another way for weak men to place the blame on a third, uninterested part. It's never been true in the past, and it isn't true tonight. It isn't the fighting that makes Ash realize what he missed during puberty but a real, true glimpse of a man that had been missing.

None of the onlookers in the bar know there's a secondary reason the two men leave the bar with a speed they normally only see when someone is trying to skip their bill. Huh. Maybe the blonde was into it, after all.

There are other bars. Let little minds come to little conclusions. Ash has a Max to have sex with.

He's still wordless when they make it to the car and he settles into the passenger seat.]

[papalobo]

[What a coincidence! Max is also going for the passenger seat! From the driver's side, locking the doors once he's in, tossing the keys onto the dash and then moving right over Ash to continue what they started, still quite public for anyone who happens to merely be outside.]

[jadedlynx]

Wait!

[ Despite himself, Ash laughs as he pushes Max back. It's so much like his old self that his mood is too high to be easily annoyed. ]

Keep it in your pants long enough to drive us someplace quieter. I want you, not half the street.

[papalobo]

It's LA, nowhere's quiet.

[He doesn't keep going but he seems to stop as if thinking that argument might actually work, maybe.]

[jadedlynx]

There's someplace quieter than the front of an L.A. bar. You know I'm a shy kind of guy so don't argue and find an emptier parking spot.

[papalobo]

[What if he just tries to steal a little bit of a wet, deep kiss since he's here, though? His hands aren't going for him, he's being good. Just a little...]