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runningred

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Jay gallops up the stairs, making horse noises as he carries Emcee into his room. "My liege."

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i_am_your_host

He toes his boots off and draws his feet up in a cross-legged position, feeling more comfortable that way.

"Yes. He was just always-- present. And so very patient with me. Ridiculously, extraordinarily so. Even when I said some horrible things to him and treated him like shit while I was--you know." He gestures at his head with a flutter of his fingers.

"They all were patient with me, really, my boys and girls. We all had our own problems to deal with, but somehow we helped each other though a very long and difficult year."

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runningred

Jay gives him a gentle squeeze. "I'm very glad he was there for you. And that he never gave up on you." He nods to Emcee's arm, noting the age of the marks. "Are you... out of the woods?" No-one truly is. An addict is always an addict, even when they're clean for years.

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He takes a sip of his drink and half-nods with a shrug.

"I seem to be. The last time I shot up was around two months ago. My arm gets itchy-- whether it's an actual itch or just a psychological one, I can't tell-- whenever I get an urge, so I wear that handkerchief as a reminder not to touch it. A while ago, Herman found me in the middle of-- some kind of fit, where I scratched myself so hard that I bled. He tied his handkerchief around my arm, and since then I've kept it on to try to sort of-- redirect my thoughts and energy. It's not always worked. But it's helped."

He pauses, taking another sip of gin.

"It was that fucking door. I used to have better control when I was able to come to Milliways regularly. There were much better distractions here. At home-- things got really fucking depressing, and I couldn't escape."

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Jay nods and give Emcee a gentle squeeze. "He's ahead of his time, your Herman. In my time, addicts use elastic bands they can snap against their wrists when the urges get too strong."

"You're here now." He strokes Emcee's arm. "And you know I'll distract you as best I can."

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He nods and sighs, staring down into the glass he's holding in his lap.

"I know," he says softly. "Thank you."

Leaning against Jay's side, he turns his head to look at him and cups his cheek in his palm.

"Like I said, you are the best boytoy a man could have."

He grins, tipping his chin up to entice him into a kiss.

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runningred

Jay takes the invitation and kisses him slowly and sweetly, running a gentle hand through his hair. "I do my best." He'd like to be more than just a boytoy but he understands why Emcee would rather use the term than lover. "You deserve the best."

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i_am_your_host

It's just a term of endearment. But Emcee isn't the most willing to move past terms of endearment.

Even if the kisses are really sweet.

"Mm, what you say may not align with what the universe thinks, but as long as I get a few good things out of it," he says wryly.

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runningred

"When have you known me to care what the universe thinks?" He smoothes back Emcee's hair, drawing into another sweet kiss.

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i_am_your_host

He smiles against Jay's lips.

"That is a good point," he concedes. "But the universe doesn't care what any of us think either. Still, when nothing goes our way, we do manage to keep on doing whatever the fuck we want."

Draining his glass, he sets it aside before kissing him again. His kisses aren't sweet. They taste like gin.

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runningred

"Then we make our own way." Jay mutters between gin soaked kisses, pulling Emcee into his arms. "And we take help from whoever is willing to offer it." Wealthy, willing boytoys included.

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i_am_your_host

"That sounds like a wonderful plan."

Shifting his legs out from under himself, he moves to straddle Jay's lap. He takes his face in his hands and kisses him deeply, passionately, with a slow-burning hunger.

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runningred

Jay rests strong hands on his hips to steady him, kissing back with unhurried desire. They have all night and he'd all Emcee's.

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i_am_your_host

Lips still locked, he runs his fingers through Jay's hair, one hand fisting in it at the back of his head, the other skimming down his neck and over his chest.

He starts to move his hips in slow, sensual rolls, grinding down on him.

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runningred

Jay groans, running his hands over Emcee's back. Untucks Emcee's shirt, seeking skin with strong massaging hand.

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i_am_your_host

After a some moments of intense kissing, Emcee breaks contact, and playfully presses a finger to Jay's lips.

He then leans back and peels his tank top off, flinging it away over his shoulder. Raising himself up onto his knees, he starts to undo his fly, flipping one button loose at a time, looking down at Jay with a lusty smile on his lips.

He's getting the special lap dance.

Edited Date: 2016-01-18 04:56 am (UTC)

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runningred

Jay grins and leans back in the couch but then a thought crosses his mind. He holds up a finger. "One sec."

Thankfully the remote for the stereo is within reach and he flicks it in random and hopes.

By chance, the first song to come up is Chris Isaak's Baby did a bad bad thing.

Jay raises an eyebrow to see if Emcee approves.

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i_am_your_host

Emcee takes a moment to listen -- and a grin spreads across his face like honey.

Baby did a bad, bad thing indeed.

Teasingly leaving his fly undone, he leans on Jay's shoulders on his hands and starts to move his hips in tight little circles to the rhythm. Inching closer and closer to his face, until he can feel his breath on his lower belly.

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And Jay's breathing fast enough to be felt as he watches Emcee dance. He rests his hands on the top of the couch, his arms spread. At least until Emcee's permission to touch.

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i_am_your_host

Not touching is much more fun. At least at first.

Emcee rakes his teeth over his lower lip, his smoky eyelids hooded. As the song's urgency builds, and without missing a beat, he starts lowering his trousers. First the hip bones, lean and sinewy as he moves. Then, the treasure trail...

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runningred

Jay growls under his breath, his fingers clawed into the top of the couch to keep them there. His eyes rake Emcee's body - from lust heavy eyes to the smooth white skin and fine hair. He licks his lips, making no effort to hip how hot Emcee's got him.

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i_am_your_host

Jay's arousal coupled with the music is a tremendous turn-on. So as Emcee lowers his trousers just a little further down his hips, it becomes obvious that he's hard and straining against the inseam.

feel like cryin'
feel like cryin'

He throws an arm up over his head and grasps Jay's neck with his other hand while he grinds down on his lap, riding him like a cowboy.

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runningred

"Gods!" Jay groans, his jeans straining around the crotch. Somehow the choice not to put underwear on with his jeans is feeling like a serious mistake.

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i_am_your_host

baby did a bad, bad thing
baby did a bad, bad thing

With a wanton moan, Emcee rises up on his knees and slides a hand down his belly, down the front of his pants, as his hips continue to roll. With his other hand he grasps Jay's hair, keeping his face just inches away from his crotch.

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runningred

Jay growls roughly, extending his tongue in hope of catching a taste of the heat pouring off Emcee.

He is truly and painfully hard now, leaking and straining against the too tight denim. But his hands stay on the couch, even if his knuckles are white.

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i_am_your_host

Emcee runs his hands over Jay's shoulders and down his arms to grasp his wrists. He then places them on his hips, urging him to push his trousers down.