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]

[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...]

[jadedlynx]

[ Just a little kissing. Just a little. The problem is that it delays the hands that should be going for him. Ash wants those hands on him. ]

[papalobo]

[Max's tongue slides along Ash's own, simmering in the heat and the moist feel of that skilled muscle, the scent of his body, the feel of soft blonde hair near his face, the way their breathing is now familiar enough to synch up and...


Alright, alright, alright. Max finally draws back, with a clenched jaw and a visible shiver running from his neck right on down to his hips, landing back in the driver's seat with a little thrust and shift as he starts up the vehicle.

He still had a sex drive here in SF, so the house, and the car, are in fact stocked with hidden lubricant. It's going to be a good time. There's no need to rush or settle. He prepared for this one year ago.]

[jadedlynx]

[ As a fellow man, Max may realize why Ash has to shift in his seat as the car starts. Belated, he buckles in; if they get pulled over, his mood at the interruption won't make for a pleasant conversation.

This isn't a problem he's had often, and Ash can't claim to enjoy it though that perspective will shift once they're alone. ]

[papalobo]

Wanna just drive into the nearest woods?

[Where IS the nearest empty parkable place, really?]

[jadedlynx]

Is that closer?

[ Ash only needs privacy. Beyond that, he doesn't pretend to be classy. ]

[papalobo]

I don't know, don't ask me to think now!

[Max needs a lot of things right now.]

[jadedlynx]

[ The desire to delay no longer is almost too difficult to combat, possible only because his shame is slightly stronger. ]

We're in the middle of a city. There's going to be a dark parking spot closer.

[papalobo]

[His leg twitches like a cricket making a mating call as he drives, looking.]

You and your decency...

[jadedlynx]

[ His willingness to accept a somewhat dangerous location is higher than ever. ]

Good things come to... There.

[ Ash points into the distance. It's close by driving standards. ]

Unless somebody is already there with the lights off, it looks pretty empty.

[ Behind the building should be hidden from the road. Maybe. ]

[papalobo]

[Time to burn some rubber to get there. He's putting in park as soon as they're in, Ash can do the second look around to determine if it meets his standards.]

[jadedlynx]

[ If the distance had been further, Ash would worry about being pulled over, but it's close enough that he allows it without worry. ]

Did you stock the car?

[ He trusts Max gets his meaning. ]

[papalobo]

Our sex life's been on life support for the last quarter year here and we just got back in town a little while ago.

[And yet none of that is stopping him from moving over him again.

The fact that it's a bluff is part of it.]

[jadedlynx]

[ Ash doesn't stop him. Instead, he starts the recline on his seat. ]

Then we have to go slow.

[ At penetration, obviously. Ash isn't into pain. He can handle it without much issue, but he doesn't want his consensual sex life to involve those kinds of words.

With the warning issued, Ash hooks an arm around Max's neck and pulls him closer to resume their kiss. ]

[papalobo]

[There's a relief that seems to wash over Max like a sudden downpour, weight settling onto him, letting go of some latent fear that something, somehow, was going to ruin this. It's not as if Ash had been anything but receptive--no, rather, Ash had been the only one initiating the lion's share of anything physical, in spite of Max being a very physically expressive man. But he hadn't been sure if he'd ever really wanted it, or was supposed to want it, much less if Ash was just receptive rather than wanting it. Even now, any time waiting, time thinking, was toxic; but they'd made it and right now, without knowing why and without having the time and space to think too much about it, he believes Ash wants him. So he's on him, pulling up his shirt, pulling the lever to get the seat back, mounting him and muffling him mouth.

He has lube. It's in the pouch on the back of the seat they're in. He's going to get to be the one surprising Ash in bed, and that's another little rush in coming.]

[jadedlynx]

[ The space isn't completely dark; few places are in the city. Light signs in the window and casts a yellowish hue into the couple. It'd almost be romantic if they weren't just searching for a place to consume each other.

Arms have to release Max a little to allow him the chance to lift his shirt, but the contact doesn't leave the bigger body. Fingers curl into nails to scratch at the back of his neck as Ash kisses him with the same heated desperation as earlier.

His erection hasn't wilted in the least. ]

[papalobo]

[With Ash's shirt off, Max's hands have more to explore, skin to skin, because dry humping and groping through his clothing was good, but this is better. He grins into the kiss triumphantly, letting his hands map over what he knows the asshole in the bar could only fantasize about seeing; there was some point to privacy, he supposed. Which was easy to say when he wasn't the one anyone would be looking at, but he can get a thrill at his exclusive content in hand now.]

[jadedlynx]

[ Despite a thin body, Ash is also covered in lean, taunt muscle that trembles as fingers skim across the surface. With skin so pale, Max's hand looks especially tan, and the flush of desire so easily stains it crimson. ]

Nhnn.

[ He hides nothing. The man so infamous for letting no one in openly displays lust tonight, in this parked car, with Max between his legs. His body feels as light in his mind despite the thoughts of after already warring to be entertained.

Screw after.

The kiss is loud and wet, further justifying the seclusion.

Time for Max's shirt to be off as well. The connection between their lips breaks long enough for Ash to lift it up and away from Max's body to allow them the same state of undress. ]

[papalobo]

[Pulling back, Max even helps to pull the shirt over his head, tossing it into the driver's seat and taking the opportunity to gaze down over Ash's body with a little more distance, seeing that hot flush on alabaster skin. One hand ends up brushing through his hair, catching his breath, thinking on next steps.]

God, you're hot when you're hot.

[jadedlynx]

[ How poetic.

His legs spread in invitation. Kisses are nice and all, but Ash has been hard since the bar. ]

What am I when I'm not?

[papalobo]

[One single fingertip pushes at his need through his pants before 'walking' his fingers up to undo the button of his pants.]

Still pretty scalding.

[jadedlynx]

[ Grabbing Max's hand, he presses it against his own need with more insistence. ]

You can seduce me later. I need you now.

[ He'll follow by example by reaching down to undo Max's pants, too. ]

[papalobo]

Thought we had to take it slow?

[Not that he's not following Ash's lead; less clothes = more better.]

[jadedlynx]

Not this part.

[ Max knows damn well how to have sex as Ash doesn't bother explaining.

Once his pants and underwear are down, his erection stands between them. There's no precum, but he's fully erect. ]

We'll make up the difference by going fast here.

[papalobo]

[Fast, huh? His hand quickly takes hold, begins stroking him right off as he bends forward to start kissing down his chest again.]

Think I can handle that...