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

Comments

[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.]

[jadedlynx]

[ He's often forced Max to climax first, but their current location doesn't allow for longer play. Still, Ash isn't leaving without finishing. ]

Now you'll have to use your hand.

[ There's no hint of disappointment in his voice.]

[papalobo]

Joke's on you, I like touchin' you there too.

[His reply is breathless, and despite saying that his weight comes over Ash like a blanket, not even having the energy, in this tight space, to start pulling out. But he grunts as he shifts, as his hand starts a promising path down his body line.]

[jadedlynx]

[ The erection is still standing between them, but not far below, they're still joined in the most intimate of places. Inside, his body is stained, just as he'd described in the bar.

He's not far from climax, but Max doesn't need to know that. ]

I know.

[papalobo]

And now... [Pant.] You're gonna get a taste.... of your own medicine.

[Not knowing how close Ash is, his pace is fast, slicked with lube still on his hands. Ash is under no obligation to let him know when he's close, and Max is finally pulling out, meaning the internal cues will be lost.]

[jadedlynx]

[ He's not entirely sure what his own medicine may be, but he hopes it's of the more enjoyable variety. But, that comment is the deciding factor: Ash won't tell him when he's about to come.

A minute and a half. In those 90 seconds, his head falls back to the seat, and his lips part. Ash still refuses to be loud, but he doesn't withhold many reactions. The pleasure is clear on his face.

Then release comes. His body arches into the hand, and finally, his lips part further with a loud sound that can only be said to be full of sexual pleasure. ]

Nnnn!

[ It's thick, white, and soon, it's covering Max's hand. ]

[papalobo]

[There are signs. Ash could probably have a stone faced, mute orgasm if he were of a mind to, and his reactions are probably more muted than they'd be for a teenage boy under most conditions, but here in reality, there are signs. Sadly for Max's plans, the signs are too beautiful to react to right away, like getting a warning in such beautiful penmanship that one forgets to read. Any intent to slow, stop, or drag it out are spilled there all over his hand, and his gaze is still on Ash's face, on the way his body goes lax against the seat after the arch.]

[jadedlynx]

[ Max has seen Ash's impressive stamina and yet, he lays against the seat, chest rising and falling a little too hard for casual breathing. Max's release remains inside and now, his own release stains his stomach.

It takes a moment for hazy green eyes to focus and realize he's being stared at. The flush across his face has come and gone and now, it returns.

Embarrassed, he pushes at Max's face. ]

Don't just stay there and look at me.

[papalobo]

Sorry.

[As if it's a call to do more than look, he bends down with intent to kiss him.]

[jadedlynx]

[ He allows only a short one. The warmth is still in his chest, but he doesn't casually pass time covered in release.

The kiss breaks. ]

I need a bath.

[papalobo]

A tongue bath?

[jadedlynx]

You won't put your tongue in the places that need to be cleaned.

[papalobo]

Not off the table.

[In fact, he's lifting Ash's legs. The car is a little too cramped to make this practical, but.]

[jadedlynx]

[ Ash is immediately flustered. His hands push at Max, the blush spreading further and deepens in color. Somehow, it remains horribly embarrassing. ]

Y-yes it is!

[ Max was supposed to agree with him. ]

[papalobo]

Not sure how deep it'll get, but...

[His tongue sticks out, as if to test how far out he can stick it, pushing against the hand to try to bend down.]

[jadedlynx]

I'll really punch you! You used to be straight so stop embarrassing us both!

[ It really seems like only one of them is embarrassed.

The hands push harder. ]

[papalobo]

Exactly! If I can eat out a front, I can eat out a back! It's licking a hole! I've done this before!

[He does let himself be pushed back, but if he couldn't give Ash a taste of his own medicine, this isn't a bad alternative.]

[jadedlynx]

[ His face is a unique shade of red that Max has yet to see on this particular face. For that xomment, he gets a kick in the stomach. Not at full force, but Ash is flexible.

It's shameful to be this ashamed. It's not like he's ever experienced it before, but that and this are different. ]

I'll kick you from the car!

[papalobo]

Well excuse me for wanting a snack! Making me do all this work, no drinks, not taking me to dinner!

[Max is doing his little Max-ish best to continue to seem angry, but at that kick to the stomach, he can't hold back the laughter anymore, reaching to muse Ash's hair, smeaing it with yet more lubricant.]

[jadedlynx]

Max!

[ Now his body moves to force Max back into his seat. His hair doesn't need the lubrication! ]

I'm only going to make so many threats before following through with them!

[ But Max isn't an easy person to move. ]

[papalobo]

Which ones, again?

[Admittedly, he's already starting to react again. He'll go back to his seat, but.]