to Berlin with love.

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Jay opens the door into a quiet back alley that could belong to any city - the lingering scent of garbage and the miss-matched colours where graffiti has been washed off or painted over. In the mid-afternoon chill of early spring, he takes Emcee's hand and leads him out into the street, pocketing the key. The sunlight is thin but warm and picks out the green swell of buds in the branches. The tree lined avenue is quiet this time of day. Not lacking in people but without rush, a lazy Saturday afternoon.

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[i_am_your_host]

"Ooh," he coos, a twist to his lips. "I've been wanting to put those curtains to good use all night."

He takes Jay's hand and follows him upstairs.

A few people might be disappointed as they watch them leave together, but as long as the DJ keeps pumping out the music, there may still be hope.

[runningred]

Jay leads Emcee up to one of those booths - deep couches and a small movable table to make more room as needed. There's also a small basket of condoms, lube and wet wipes in one corner, a discreet little bin under the edge of the table.

Jay looks it over with approval, pulling the curtain closed behind them.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee gasps a little with childlike delight. He sets his drink down on the table and picks out a condom. They're like the ones he got from Guppy.

"Look, it's green!" he giggles.

He can find the joy in the simplest of things.

[runningred]

Jay chuckles and sprawls out on the couch, grinning. "If you keep looking I'm sure you'll find flavoured ones too."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee examines a personal-sized foil packet of lube.

"Oh, god, there's flavored lubricant as well! They really have thought of everything. I adore this, it's like getting a little gift basket at a pornographic birthday party."

[runningred]

Jay laughs and holds out a hand to pull Emcee to him. "We should those one of those at home sometime. Declare a birthday and have a pants optional party."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee takes his hand and lets him tug him over, and he flops down onto his lap.

"You mean at Milliways?" he says, pointing out the word usage this time. "We'll be put in the cells for it, as I'm sure we'll be the only two who'll be committed to the suggestion."

[runningred]

“Yeah, I guess I do.” Jay muses, not realising he’d meant it that way till Emcee pointed it out.

He dropping the matter as he runs his hands down Emcee’s flanks, pulling him into a kiss. “are you having fun?”

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee gives Jay the flattest expression he can muster.

"No, I am having a terrible time and you are being terrible and everything is terrible."

He lightly smacks Jay's chest, breaking into a grin.

"Of course I'm having fun, you silly, silly boy."

[runningred]

Jay catches hold of him and pulls him close, kissing him deeply and passionately. While trying not to laugh. “Terrible and silly, huh?” He curls his hands around Emcee’s hips, drawing their bodies together.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee utters a muffled noise against Jay's lips as he returns the kiss just as fervently.

"Ugh, darling, you are the absolute worst," he gripes before diving into another kiss, running both hands through his hair.

[runningred]

"Oh, I know!" Jay chuckles between kisses. "But if I was really the worst, I'd get you all hot and bothered then throw you back out on that dance floor."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee pulls back a bit, an eyebrow raised.

"Oh. Now that would be the worst."

But he melts into his arms again, planting kisses along his jaw and chin, leading up to the corner of his mouth.

"But you wouldn't do such a thing to me, would you?" he murmurs.

[runningred]

"Me? No. I'm not that mean. I might be tempted to blow you and send you back out all wobbly kneed and flushed."

[i_am_your_host]

"...You really are terrible," he says after a beat, giving his hair a little tug.

"I dare you to do it."

[runningred]

Jay's eyes blaze as he grins. He lifts Emcee off his lap and onto the couch, dropping to his knees in front of him.

[i_am_your_host]

With a yelp and a giggle, he slouches down on the couch, his knees spread apart on either side of Jay's shoulders.

"Oh, this ought to be fun..."

[runningred]

Jay opens Emcee's pant with slow and deliberate care, grinning up at Emcee. "If it isn't, I'm doing something wrong."

[i_am_your_host]

"But then again, if it isn't, you'd be living up to the reputation of being terrible and the worst," Emcee quips with a cheeky smile.

"I'd rather you didn't, though."

He rakes his hand through Jay's hair again, sweeping it away from his face, as his eyes flick down to watch the progress of Jay's fingers.

[runningred]

Jay grins as he lifts Emcee's cock free, licking his lips. "I'm not sure I could. Professional pride and all that."

He teases a slow lick over Emcee's slit, eyes shining.

[i_am_your_host]

He gasps and grabs the edge of the seat cushion, his toes curling in his boots.

"There really is nothing like a job well done..."

[runningred]

Jay hums an affirmative as he takes Emcee between tight lips and hollowed cheeks, hands stroking up and down the flat of his thighs.

[i_am_your_host]

He bites his bottom lip and exhales a breathy moan, fingertips digging into the cushions. He cups the back of Jay's head in one hand, running his blunt nails over the nape of his neck.

[runningred]

Jay groans a sigh around him, vibrating richly as he takes Emcee deep into his throat.

Behind Jay, near the curtain, there's a series of short clicking sounds.

Jay stiffens but the clicks are followed by a yelp and a succinct crunch.

Alice's voice drifts through the curtain, dark and threatening. "Wonderland values it's patrons privacy. As you don't, you'll be leaving now."

There's a brief scuffle and the sounds of protect and Jay goes back to what he was doing, chuckling softly.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee's eyelids flutter when Jay groans and takes him in deeper, getting harder in the heat of his mouth--

But at the noises outside the curtain, he tenses as well, eyes wide and breathing rapidly as he listens.

"Oh my god," he whispers through a chuckle when the incident passes, "that was hot."