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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[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.]

[jadedlynx]

[ Max will definitely have to deal with it later.

Two fingers are enough; he's covered in lubrication and while three would make the inevitable penetration easier, Ash doesn't want to wait anymore. Usually, it's Max who's beginning and ready for more, but Ash has had his share of impatience. ]

Forget the fingers. Lube yourself instead.

[papalobo]

[Shifting back further still, enough not to be hunched over and hurting his back, he peers at Ash as his fingers draw out, palm open to squirt in a healthy handful.]

I'd tell you to do it, but you'll do it better and make me regret it.

[jadedlynx]

[ Instead of denying the accusation, Ash smiles. Max is likely right. ]

You've done it before so I'll be leaving the hard work up to you.

[papalobo]

Without even buying me a drink first?

[jadedlynx]

The last time I tried that, I ended up making out with a weird guy in a car.

[papalobo]

[It's awkward, stroking himself, with Ash watching, but a hand on the back of his neck can urge him to sit up a little more, to try to pull him into a kiss as he tries to lather it on without distracting himself.]

Think it was in the bathroom first. Don't forget that part of the story.

[jadedlynx]

Let me have some dignity.

[ Ash leans into the kiss. He hadn't often 'forced' Max to do much to himself, but his thoughts are easy to read. ]

I wanted until the car to do him.

[ The words come through kisses only momentarily broken. ]

[papalobo]

You're a regular Judith Martin.

[His other hand is slick enough that there's a notable glide when feeling Ash up.]

[jadedlynx]

And you're too patient.

[ With his usual personality, few would be surprised to find Ash demanding in bed, but he normally takes control to the degree that left no room for want. ]

I'm ready. Don't learn how to wait now.

[papalobo]

You're the one who said we'd have to take it slow. [So he says while, other than smearing a slick hand through Ash's hair once, making no stops to shift and arrange themselves, to get his hips up, Ash's lifted, a hand on one of the arms of the car seat for stability, and positioning himself at the entrance.]

[jadedlynx]

I'm dating a guy who likes to hide the lube.

[ Ash raises his hips to help, holding them at an upward angle with one leg holding his weight. ]

He thinks he's a funny guy.

[papalobo]

What do you think of him?

[And he doesn't wait for an answer; even with a grin that knows it's going to make Ash's voice more interesting when he answers, Max indulges his own impatience. He prepped him he prepped himself, and it's not a rough, deep thrust, so there's not a lot of worry there, in his cheeky, playful smile, tinged with a strain resisting the urge to make it faster, harder, more careless.]

[jadedlynx]

[ The head breeches the tight ring of muscle, and Ash decides to indulge in the feeling of Max, Max, grinning down at him.

It's tight; two fingers aren't three fingers, but both parties are experienced enough that it shouldn't be a worry.

What do you think of him? ]

He's okay... sometimes..uhn.

[ But the real answer is the way the red across his cheeks burns even brighter. ]