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]

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...

[jadedlynx]

[ Without hesitation, Ash rolls his hips into Max's hands. ]

Mhmm...

[ His head falls back, splaying the seat behind him with a ring of platinum strands, and green eyes hide behind closed lids. ]

Yeah. I think you can...

[ If Ash were to be focusing on skill, he'd be touching Max, too, but for now, he's allowing the selfishness. ]

[papalobo]

[Both hands rake over him, one keeping a firm pace on his need, the other stroking along his ribs and stomach, until trailing off around the back of the seat, expecting that the other hand and his mouth going over one nipple will buy him a few seconds to find that bottle, pop the cap.]

[jadedlynx]

[ But Ash is Ash. Feeling a hand going behind the seat, green eyes open only a sliver.

Ah.

Liar. ]

You have lube.

[ The slight breathlessness returns. ]

[papalobo]

[The hand stops and his head pops up, trying on his best innocent smile. It is not remotely convincing. But the other hand does come forward with the open bottle.]

Huh. Where'd this come from?

[jadedlynx]

[ Emerald green eyes are slightly darker with lust, but even with the want shining in Ash's eyes, his look manages to be unimpressed. ]

Good thing you happened to just check back there.

[papalobo]

It's a Christmas Miracle!

[That face is not the boner-killer it should be, maybe because of the lust in those eyes, maybe because Ash is still Ash-looking, or maybe it only turns Max on more; either way, he's coating his fingers in it while shifting up enough to assume Ash will take the hint to get his pants further down so that he has better access.]

[jadedlynx]

This is a good place to dump the body after...

[ Ash mutters under his breathe even as he shifts to pull his pants further down and then uses his feet to shove them off so that he can hook a leg around Max, an action that doesn't mesh well with his statement.

Ash loves it.

Ash hates that he loves it.

Damn it. Max gets another kiss for that stupid, stupid, stupid, goofy comment. ]

[papalobo]

At least I'll die a happy man.

[Knowing Ash hates that he wants to kiss him, he grins into that too, tongue swishing into his mouth as his slick fingers smear over his hole and give a testing push, a suggestive thrust of his hips to grind up against the thigh wrapped around him.]

[jadedlynx]

[ Ash can't appreciate the irony: more than anyone, he's been accurately aware of how painful 'Max's absence has been, and yet, when he's in front of Max personified, he's cursing himself for the warmth that spreads throughout his body.

But he's happy. Damn it, he's so happy that it feels like his heart might burst. There have been few times in Ash's life that he's been pleasantly surprised so one could've hardly blamed him if the feeling was confusing, but Ash knows exactly the reason. It's grinning down at him, kissing him, and preparing him for their next step.

Since the blonde has been exclusively with Max, and they haven't had sex in a while, Max finds the usual resistance, but Ash relaxes the muscle as much as possible.

The proximity is a good thing. It means Max might miss the crimson that spreads across Ash's nose and cheeks, a color somewhat deeper than the red caused by desire. ]

[papalobo]

[It's slow going, twisting those two fingers into him, knowing Ash can take more but not actually knowing how much is painful. Maybe Ash doesn't really know either, but there's no reason for him to disassociate now when he's so in the moment as to even manage to look embarrassed.]

Look how worked up you are... Remember the first time I put it in you was in a car. Maybe cars are our thing, huh?

[jadedlynx]

[ Ash remembers, but he only now realizes how their roles were reversed. Then, Ash wasn't sure he'd ever want to have sex. With his history, it's very possible that he was sincerely asexual now. The sudden urge to kiss, touch, and then go further with Max was as surprising for him as it likely was for his new boyfriend.

His hips roll up into Max's hand and then down onto his fingers. ]

Mhm. Definitely not. I like... bigger walls. Doors. Those... kinds of things.

[ Privacy. He's having sex despite the location, not because of it. ]

[papalobo]

I'm on top this time. It's like a wall. If anyone walks by, drone flies by, you're hidden.

[So he says while currently being drawn back enough to enjoy the view and watch Ash squirm on his fingers that work deeper inside of him, stretch wider, as more lube is upturned over his moving hand, over Ash's arousal, prone to leave a mark on the seat they'll have to deal with later.]