post-bartending relaxation with Sherral

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Jay laughs warmly as he lets them into his room, kicking off his boots and jacket before pouring them both another drink.

"No, I can't fly. Not the way you mean but a lot of my former career was spent on roof-tops. Jumping from them, swinging across them. With a decent jump-line you can get anywhere in a big city without having to touch the ground or slow down for other people. The city I grew up in was... not a nice place. But from the top it felt like it could be." A little nostalgic maybe?

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[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral rather more carefully takes off his own boots, setting them to one side.

"Aye? What manner of former career involved jumping along rooftops?" Sherral asks, picking up his glass. "You don't have to answer that if you don't want to."

[runningred]

Jay leans against his workbench for a moment, looking for the right words. "I was a vigilante hero's sidekick. Which probability doesn't mean anything to you. I have the feeling your world doesn't do superheroes."

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral pauses. "Not outside of books, I think. I mean, I read a few issues of The Owl growing up."

[runningred]

"Can't say I know that one. But then given the guy I worked for was the Bat, I'm gunna guess there are some similarities." He shrugs. "Anyway, I did that from when he pulled me off the streets at 13 till just before I turned 16."

[fluffiest_archadian]

"Dangerous work for a thirteen year old. Did he treat you well?" Sherral asks, sipping his drink.

[runningred]

Jay tries to stifle a slightly bitter laugh. "At the time it seemed safer than what I was doing before that. At least with B I had a roof over my head and food every day. But in hindsight..." He shakes his head.

He considers the question for a long moment. "He adopted me as his son but that was more of a cover than anything else. He trained me to fight, to ride, to build things. Taught me a lot. But in many ways I was just another tool in his mission for for some fucked up idea of justice." It's clear the memories are painful to him.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral ducks his head, then puts the whiskey aside, stepping in and nudging Jay up against the workbench, giving him a long, sweet kiss.

[runningred]

Jay breathes a sigh, letting the kiss wash away the bitterness of his past. He cups the back of Sherral's neck, letting them both get good and breathless before pulling away. There's a thank you on his lips but he can't quite bring himself to say it. Instead he kisses Sherral again.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral kisses Jay until he's out of breath, a little more forcefully, then rests his forehead against Jay's, playing with the hem of his shirt lightly.

In a low murmur: "Tell me what you want."

[runningred]

"You." Jay whispers in return, his hand sliding under Sherral's shirt to feel the warm skin of his lower back. "This.' He pulls Sherral against him, enjoying the forcefulness of being pressed against the bench.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral lets out a low laugh, using the weight of his body to push Jay back against the bench a little more forcefully. When he kisses Jay again it's rougher and hungrier, pressing up against him.

[runningred]

Jay grinds out a sighing moan between kisses, his hands moving over Sherral's skin, trying to push his shirt aside to touch more. To feel more. Fuck, he loves Sherral's hard body; all lean and muscular.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral's hands drop to Jay's waist, undoing his trousers and pushing them down to his thighs. He breaks the kiss for a moment to give Jay some help, tugging the shirt of his fatigues over his head before kissing the other man again.

[runningred]

Jay runs his hands over Sherral's skin, revelling in toned lines of him as he shakes his pants down further and kicks them away. It's no surprise he's hard, pressing against Sherral's thigh as he returns the kiss passionately.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral laughs gruffly, breaking the kiss just long enough to tug at Jay's shirt.

[runningred]

Jay relinquishes it gladly, throwing the shirt away from him in an effort to kiss and touch more of Sherral.

He tugs at Sherral's belt, already hungry to be on his knees to taste him.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral laughs, letting Jay undo his belt before pushing his trousers down, kicking them away.

[runningred]

Jay kisses away that laughter, grinding against him before dropping to his knees, wrapping his hands around Sherral's hips to pull him close, nuzzling the underside of his cock.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral swears softly, reaching one hand down to settle on the back of Jay's head.

[runningred]

Jay purrs as he kisses his way up Sherral's shaft, lapping at the head of his cock. He loves doing this, loves taking his time to tease moans from Sherral.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral gasps a little, biting his neck and tipping his head forward, his other hand coming to settle on Jay's head as well, stroking through his hair.

[runningred]

Jay is such a slut for having his hair played with. He moans deeply as he takes Sherral into his mouth. He takes his time, his tongue pressing and teasing as he sucks.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Over time, Sherral's shoulders tense as the pressure builds, his moans becoming sharper and more ragged. Eventually, and very reluctantly, he pulls out of Jay's mouth, tugging him up for a long kiss.

[runningred]

Jay moans into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Sherral's waist. "Fuck me." He purrs; half begging, half demanding.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral moans back into the kiss, before dropping down to dig around his clothes, producing a condom from one of his inside pockets.

He puts it on the workbench and kisses Jay again, pressing up close to him.