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]

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. ]

[papalobo]

Think he could make it with a... nngh, tight five?

[It's tight. Tight enough Max isn't sure how long he can keep quipping, how long before it's just porn noises. This feels unreal, a Hollywood level of good, a tightness that shouldn't be possible without pain, a view that shouldn't be possible without photoshop.]

[jadedlynx]

[ Yet, Ash seems to be receiving the same pleasure as Max. His hand grips the door, and his head presses against the seat with even more force. ]

Probably as high as ... uhnn.. damn it Max... high as he can count.

[ Ash has to force the words out, but it's worth the effort.

He was never the best person to pick to rebuild someone's ego. ]

[papalobo]

If that's as high as I can... go, don't blame me when I don't la....st.... more'n... five....

[The pun on 'tight' and 'five' is somewhere in his mind now, but he's not interested in reaching that deeply into his thoughts, compared to inching deeper, deeper, deeper into Ash himself; they haven't even begun the thrusting yet, it shouldn't feel this good yet.]

[jadedlynx]

You can move faster.

[ Ash doesn't want him to move quickly enough to hurt, but he's practiced and lubricated enough that Max doesn't have to inch in. ]

It really... won't hurt now unless you treat it ... uhnnn... like a battery ram.

[ As Max pushes in, deeper and deeper, he can feel his inner muscles relaxing in response. ]

[papalobo]

Idiot, I'm trying to hold out for me, too!

[But move faster he does, as soon as he's told, letting out a tension in his lower hips that had been resisting until now, moaning in relieved pleasure at the sensation.]

[jadedlynx]

Thanks for.. uhn ..

[ Ash can feel it inside of him, from entrance to where Max ends. His body loosens enough to allow the intrusion but continued to cling to every inch of the intruder.

His arms wrap more completely around Max. ]

your sacrifice.

[papalobo]

[His mouth opens with a smart remark, but the next thrust takes his own breath away, earning another, another, reduced to grunting sounds as he bends further over Ash to scoop one arm around him posessively. As expected, Ash wins. Max can't think to talk, can't think to angle, can't think to do anything but be glad that Ash is getting enough out of this that he can't feel too bad, as long as he keeps from going at him like a battering ram.]

[jadedlynx]

[ With effort, Ash can likely recite Shakespeare while taking an entire football team, but he's separated capability and wants. As much as the quips are a part of their relationship, he wants to give himself over to Max and take all of him in return. They'll have time for Q&A later.

With both arms wrapped around the larger man and a leg raised to allow for easier access, he relies on Max a little more than usual to take some of his weight as his hips thrust to meet the trust. Ash isn't someone who moans and recites pornographic sounds very easily, but he has his own little sounds, something closer to the former when his breath gets a little heavier. ]

Hahhh... Max.

[ And he's prone to speaking his lover's name. It isn't a habit Ash realizes, but it's a small celebration: he's found someone who makes this enjoyable, that makes him seek sex and lose himself in the throes of pleasure. ]

[papalobo]

[It isn't a habit Max realizes; it's a hot thing to do, and Ash does hot things, so it's probably intentional, but he doesn't give it that much thought.]

Mng, close...

[It's a warning for Ash not to move too suddenly, not to pull him over the edge if he wants it to continue, while biting the inside of his cheek and slowly the pace just a little.]

[jadedlynx]

[ The warning wasn't a joke.

The meaning behind the quick finish is a good one, but Ash isn't quite ready for release even if he went into the act unusually aroused. ]

Slow down... Just need a few more... minutes.

[ It's the same tactic Max is already applying. The moment is too raw and too real for Ash to rush it. ]

Think of something really...really ugly.

[papalobo]

[That earns a laugh despite himself, a tighter hold as he goes still for long enough to suck in and hold a breath, then begin moving again, harder though not faster.]

You cheek...y brat...

[jadedlynx]

[ Something about Max's laugh triggers a chuckle from Ash, but he's just as deep into the act so it's somewhat distracted. ]

If you didn't... want to have sex with... a cheeky brat, you should... 've thought of that... mhnmm... before kissing... me back.

[papalobo]

[Max's head shakes, as much telling himself not to finish yet as anything, growling into Ash's shoulder as his fingers dig into the seat.]

Like anyone can resist when you....kiss that...good... Shit! [And yet for all his desperation to hold out, no part of him considers stopping.]

[jadedlynx]

[ Correctly identifying Ash as a cheeky brat only results in an increase of cheekiness.

He tilts his head, better exposing the expanse of pale skin along his neck. ]

If you want to kiss me here... Mhmmm... I'll let you this time.

[papalobo]

[The kiss is harsh, but with enough sense not to dig his teeth in. He mumbles something about turtleneck season, but good luck making any of it out. And yet, all of that only gets him more worked up; despite his best efforts, his hips leave his control and it's only a few more thrusts until he's finally slowed to bury inside of him as he finishes.

It's Ash's fault.]