movie night with Sherral

[runningred]

Jay's room has gotten bigger to include a large tv, a surround sound system and a very comfy looking couch with big cushions; the sort you can happily fit a few people or fall asleep on.

"Make yourself comfortable." Jay lays out the basket of steak pies, steamed veg with cheese and chunky roast root vegetables with bacon. All food that can be easily eaten with one hand. He puts A New Hope on and joins Sherral on the couch.

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[runningred]

Jay rests a hand on Sherral's cock, holding the base of it tight to keep him on edge just a little longer. Not much longer because he's teetering on that edge himself.

As he feels himself loosing control, he strokes Sherral, short and sharp and just rough enough to get them both there. He moans Sherral's name in a single overwhelmed breath, hoarse with pleasure.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral cries Jay's name out, curling his hand into a fist as he comes hard, before his whole body relaxes against the bed.

[runningred]

Jay holds him close, holds him tight and breathless. He whispers Sherral's name and kisses his neck softly as he eases out. It takes him more than a whole to slow his heart back down, content just to hold Sherral in his arms.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral's breathing slows, and he turns onto his back, settling up against Jay with a deep breath.

[runningred]

Jay kisses him softly and gets up a moment, just long enough to get a warm cloth to clean them both up before snuggling back in behind Sherral. He finds a spot that's comfortable for Sherral, cradling him close. "Sleep."

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral chuckles deeply. "Is that an order?"

[runningred]

"Most definitely." Jay teases, kisses the turn of Sherral's ear. "Neither of us is going anywhere and I'll ask the rats to bring up breakfast." Don't think Jay didn't notice how little you ate tonight, Captain.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral chuckles. "You are far too good to me."

[runningred]

"You've done the same for me, and better." Jay soothes. "Besides, you deserve it."

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral thinks. "I'm not sure I actually have."

[runningred]

He nuzzles Sherral's neck. "I seem to recall the first time I kisses you, I had three holes in my chest." The scars of which he still bears. "Besides, I like you. A lot." The words ring far hollow of his true feelings. "The least I can do it help you out when you need it."

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral turns red, and it occurs to him how very stupid that is given what they've just been doing.

"I also like you a lot," he says, a little stutteringly.

- Right, well, that's plenty emotional openness for one week, Sherral thinks.

"If you insist, I can hardly stop you," he says eventually.

[runningred]

Jay can't help but chuckle. It's kinda nice to know they're as emotionally retarded as each other.

His hands move softly over Sherral's skin, avoiding the injuries he mapped earlier and massaging knotted muscle where he finds it. "I insist. Now rest."

[fluffiest_archadian]

"Mrlgh," Sherral says agreeably, shutting his eyes.

[runningred]

Jay goes on some time, soothing and relaxing Sherral's tension. Between the attack and being forcing into an infirmary bed, he's undoubtedly carrying a bit. Satisfied that he's done all he can, Jay snuggles in close and closes his own eyes, just enjoying the feel of Sherral in his arms.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral sleeps soundly for a while, but it's not too long before he wakes up again. It's a relatively calm, quiet awakening, but that doesn't change the fact that he's breathless when he does.

[runningred]

Jay moves silently next to him, easing Sherral into a slightly more upright position to help him breath. "You okay?"

[fluffiest_archadian]

"Aye," Sherral says, a little roughly. "Ill dreams, nothing of import."

[runningred]

Jay nods and moves to sit behind him, supporting Sherral's shoulders against his chest. He takes Sherral's good hand and starts massaging, working the pressure points. He also nuzzles Sherral's neck gently. "Wanna go back to sleep or share a shower?"

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral laughs a little. "I don't think I could stand having to work around this sling to have a shower just yet."

[runningred]

"I could help." Jay grins, running Sherral's leg, "Oh course, a sponge bath is always an option."

[fluffiest_archadian]

"You could, at that," Sherral agrees. "But for the sake of my pride, I think there's a limit to how much being helped I can stomach in any one day."

[runningred]

Jay laughs warmly and kisses him. "In that case, I'm ordering breakfast and we can start going over what little tricks of mine might be useful to you."

He gets up and pulls some shorts on, pressing a hand to the front of one of the lockers. The surface under his hand lights up and the locker click open to reveal racks and trays of weapons, small grenades and other strange assortments of tools.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral sits up, peering at the weapons and tools. "Impressive collection."

[runningred]

"And that's only what I store here. You should see some of my safe-houses. I'll take you to one when we head to Hong Kong." He offers, pulling out a handful of glass spheres the size of marbles. "These might come in handy - smoke grenades. Good for covering your attack or retreat."