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]

[If Max were a thinking man, he'd be surprised, moved, even flattered; he still would remember how big a deal it had been to get Ash off twice (that's two times!) in one day. And normally, more than he's given credit for, Max is a thinking man. But right now, he is not; right now, he's swapping saliva in a wet kiss with water pouring between them and over them and he's inside Ash where it's tight and just as hot as the water, and their lips need to seal together again.]

Payback, your turn to hold out.

[He growls the words in a tone that would sound unsettling to anyone who didn't fully trust that, despite the overabundance of desire driving him out of his mind, he would actually stop on a dime if Ash wanted it. But instead he's sliding a hand back down Ash's body, palming his stomach, then giving a grip, still pounding into him without mercy.

Only the fact that Max's refractory period doesn't let him get it up again that fast as him still holding out; and it's not long. Maybe a minute. But as anyone who's done a plank can attest: a minute is longer than it seems, and two minutes is eternity.

Ash has probably tormented him longer. He's not a 'math' man even when he's a 'thinking' man.]

[jadedlynx]

[ Broken as he may be, Max has slowly pieced Ash back together and the image, still in progress, beneath the glass and dust still retains the body of a physically healthy teenage boy. It comes with sharp, uneven edges, but sometimes even the blurry lines sharpen, and the pieces fit right, and he seems almost normal. A quick release is chronically teenage male.

But Ash has more skill than most. He could tease and taunt Max into giving in but it's not that difficult to hold out and wait for Max's release. Instead, against his instincts, he allows Max's decision.

A minute is longer than it seems and two minutes is an eternity, but for someone who's been living on a loop for so long, he'd even allow two eternities. The sound of their mutual joining fills the bathroom and with the addition of the spray, creates a lustful orchestra. The position doesn't allow Ash a good view, but his imagination can easily conjure the image of Max, straining with pleasure, moving behind him, disappearing inside of him with droplets rushing down his tanner skin. ]

[papalobo]

[He lets go when he lets go; holding out just so both he and Ash could feel that strain, that kind of release that only comes after denial, is an idea, but not one he can be bothered with right now: honestly, the lack of actual desire to torment the kid--even the good kind--is probably a part of it, more than the idea not crossing his mind. Because it does, even when not many other thoughts make the cut. But Ash's voice and breath over the pour of the shower rain are short of a moan and he wants to hear it, which maybe he should have thought of before his own voice rings out in a long, satisfied, decidedly too-loud moan amplified in their high dollar bathroom.

As he pulls his softening need from Ash's hole, a hand moves over his backside, at first seemingly to help settle him back into his balance, kneading before pushing one middle finger in place as if to serve as a stopper, keeping anything from flowing out.]

[jadedlynx]

[ Any sound Ash might've made is lost in the sound of the shower and Max's release, but he settles in, satisfied as his erection softens. It brings to mind the memory of Max's surprise when Ash didn't make him pull out for lack of a condom.

The memory barely resurfaces when he finds a finger pushing at the muscle. ]

... You're supposed to help me get it clean, not keep it inside.

[papalobo]

[His finger twitches inside of him. He knows Ash feels it.]

M'just seein' how messy it still is up there. We just tried a deep-scrub to get it out.

[jadedlynx]

[ It's a sensitive area that hides nothing. ]

Yeah, you have to use something besides your dick to do it.

[papalobo]

Don't be so hasty. We've only tried once. Let's try again and see if it works.

[jadedlynx]

What are you even trying?! Being a human plug?

[ Max has a frightening ability to strip away thoughts of warmth and stolen moments, only to replace them with annoyance. It'd be impressive if it wasn't so... annoying. ]

What has that ever cleaned?

[papalobo]

[Pressing up against his back, Max nuzzles into the side of his neck, mumbling in what might be meant to be a seductive voice.]

We'll get deep up in there again in a few minutes, be a little patient, Baby.

[jadedlynx]

[ By pretending it was never meant to be seductive, Ash is doing them both a favor. ]

Baby?

[ He raises one blonde brow. ]

When did I start looking like somebody who wanted to be called Baby?

[papalobo]

Honey?

[jadedlynx]

You're not going to distract me from the fact you're standing there with a finger resting in my ass. It's not going to tighten up and close while you're waiting to get it up.

[papalobo]

It's already pretty tight again...

[jadedlynx]

Max.

[ While one may think Ash has become desensitized to having things inside of him over his short life, he'd argue it's not something that ever registers as 'normal'. ]

Get your finger out. The next round is happening in the bedroom.

[papalobo]

[Reluxtantly, his finger slides out, hands over Ash's side.]

It's not like it hurts up there...

[jadedlynx]

One finger doesn't hurt, but you can feel even that much. Do you think somebody is ever going to surprise you with a finger?

Let's wash up and get in bed.

[ Probably not to sleep; despite the complaining, the night is still highly charged. ]

[papalobo]

I really hope not...

[The mere mention sends a shiver too cold for a still hot shower. But he does end up grabbing for the shampoo. Since they're in here and all.]

[jadedlynx]

[ Then, Max deserves a little revenge for the play downstairs. Ash doesn't turn completely around, but he looks over his shoulder. ]

Does that mean we're not switching it up next?

[papalobo]

[Max reaches up and very calmly takes hold of the portable shower head to spray it full blast at Ash's face.]

[jadedlynx]

[ Using one hand to cover his face, Ash took the brunt of the spray without regret. ]

How have you managed to shower yourself all these years if you're this bad at it?

[ But beneath the complaint was a barely restrained laugh. ]

[papalobo]

You asked me for help cleaning up, right?

[jadedlynx]

Who asked you to drown me?

[ After allowing Max only a couple of addition seconds, Ash reached for the hose. They weren't so different in height that he could play keep-away. ]

[papalobo]

[Max lets him have it without any real fuss; how much damage can Ash do with a hosing shower head? They're showering.]

Better than putting it up to your butt, I figured.

[jadedlynx]

[ The revenge spray is quick; water doesn't seem like a very effective weapon. In a shower. While they're showering. Still, he deserves something a little too strong aimed at his face. ]

Try, and you'll find it up yours.

[ With the water now in his control, Ash decides to focus on getting clean. But. ]

Turn around.

[papalobo]

[His hands both go to cover his butt, stepping backwards.]

Oh no, I'm not falling for that one....