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[runningred]

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Jay takes Emcee's hand and leads him deeper into the forest. Sure-footed in the darkness, Jay leads him to the glade where he trains. It's private, comfortable and the grass is soft. He sheds his jacket and pulls Emcee close, kissing him slow and deep.

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[runningred]

"I'm not complaining." He smiles, nodding to the circle of scattered clothes. "You can make my clothes fall of any time you like." He steals a playful kiss.

"I know what you mean. I've ah... talked a few young cops around myself."

[i_am_your_host]

"With you, the phenomenon seems to manifest itself quite strongly," he remarks wryly.

"Making...friends with cops can come in handy, especially if you have a tendency to be bad. ...Have you been bad, darling?"

[runningred]

Jay laughs again. "We do seem to have to problem, don't we? There are a few people in the bar like that." A spectacular Viking for instance.

He gives Emcee his best innocent smile, which fails miserably based on the fact he's naked and still balls deep in Emcee. "Only when I need to be."

[i_am_your_host]

"Well, hopefully we won't all be in the bar at the same time, or else a particular rule will be thoroughly violated."

Jay's innocent smile isn't fooling anyone. And from the sly smile that spreads across the Emcee's own face, it appears that he likes that answer. Very much.

"And you see, darling, that is why we get along so well."

[runningred]

Jay can't help but give a happy little moan at that thought. He, Emcee and Eric all together... "Yeah, that could be fun! Awkward but fun. We'd have to get out of the bar quick. I don't fancy a night in the cells."

He hums and kisses Emcee's jaw. "And here was me thinking you only liked me 'cause I'm good in bed?" It's a playful tease.

[i_am_your_host]

An eyebrow twitches at Jay's reaction, and he smirks. "I would ask you who you had in mind, but I am sure you are not the sort to fuck-and-tell.

"And I may like you because you are good in bed, my dear boy, but I get along with you for more reasons than that. Difficult to believe as it is." He teases back with a kiss to his chin.

[runningred]

Jay smiles, glad Emcee gets that about him. "No, I'm not the kiss and tell type but I'm certain, the bar being what it is, that you and I have friends in common." He touches the tiny fang-prick scars at his wrist discreetly.

"I suspect we share a certain outlook on life too. That it's too short to waste." He smiles and kisses Emcee softly.

[i_am_your_host]

He'd noticed the fang marks when they first had sex, so he had his suspicions. Now it doesn't even really surprise him that Jay admits to it.

Still, the Emcee is not naming names.

He returns the kiss, just as indulgently.

"Well. You are right about that. What better way to appreciate life than by having an affair with death?"

[runningred]

"Sometimes you gotta walk close to the edge to really feel what it is to live." Jay acknowledges, glad to see they understand each other.

[i_am_your_host]

He breathes a soft chuckle, barely audible, barely there.

Then, placing his hands squarely on his shoulders, he urges him,

"Lie down, darling."

With some coordination between the two of them, Jay might be able to do it without breaking contact.

[runningred]

Jay is a flexible individual, in more ways than one. He leans back, one hand on Emcee's waist to keep him close as he lays back, his other arm under his head.

[i_am_your_host]

The Emcee straddles him firmly, purring low at the sensation of Jay's cock shifting inside him. Getting comfortable, as it were. Then, leaning forward on one hand in the grass, he sweeps his other hand over Jay's chest. Fingertips lingering around his nipple.

[runningred]

Jay moans softly, stirring back towards hardness inside Emcee. There's a level of risk and thrill, surrendering like this but he trusts Emcee. Perhaps more than he should.

He lets his eyes slip closed, arching up as his nipples harden.

[i_am_your_host]

He purrs again, deep in his throat, as he feels Jay start to get hard again. It's an exquisite sensation that makes his hips want to move, but he stays as still as he can for the moment, just enjoying this.

He rubs his flattened palm over Jay's chest, chafing his nipple in the crook between his first and middle fingers.

"You would scoff if I called you beautiful," he murmurs, musing aloud, neither a question nor a statement.

[runningred]

"Most likely but I suck at taking complements. Always have been." Jay chuckles, his eyes still closed. He lifts his hips ever so slightly, sighing warmly.

[i_am_your_host]

He tilts his head at him at the modern-day expression.

"You...suck?"

His lips twist in a smirk as he continues to play with his nipple.

"Interesting phasing, even if it is true in at least one way."

He brings his hips down to counter his movement, slowly and deliberately, a low moan escaping his throat.

[runningred]

"As in I'm really bad at it." Jay chuckles breathlessly. "But yes, in more ways than one I guess. But only if you ask nicely."

[i_am_your_host]

"I must be special, then," he murmurs, leaning down to plant kisses down the center of his chest. "I didn't even have to ask."

[runningred]

"You are special," Jay sighs, lifting a hand to cup the back of Emcee's head lazily. "You get it. Pleasure, joy, freedom. You live and breathe them."

[i_am_your_host]

"I am not special," he chuckles against his skin, his long fringe of hair sweeping over his clavicle. "It is only my ideals that are in any way extraordinary."

He runs the palms of his hands down Jay's body, bracing himself on his solidness before slowly rolling his hips.

[runningred]

"You think I do think with just anyone?" Jay teases, stroking Emcee's cheek. He rolls his hips up to meet Emcee's rhythm. Jay has no problem taking his weight, his muscles harder still than the least time they made out.

[i_am_your_host]

"I don't know. Do you think I do this with just anyone?" he teases in return.

Rhetorical questions, of course.

He splays his hands on Jay's chest, and with cat-like languidness, he continues to roll his hips in earnest, his head lolling against his own shoulder, face slightly upturned toward the sky.

[runningred]

"I count myself very lucky to have a friend like you." Jay whispers, not really teasing at all.

He can't take his eyes off Emcee, the curve of his neck, the pale brightness of his skin in the moonlight, the shadows throwing his high cheekbones into stark relief. "Stunning."

[i_am_your_host]

He hears the whisper. But he only responds with a small, cryptic smile.

Perhaps he's flattered; perhaps he thinks that Jay is just a sentimental boy. Or both.

He also feels Jay's gaze on him. And, being an entertainer, he can't help but want to give him an eyeful. So as he rakes his teeth over his bottom lip with a sighing moan, he deepens the roll of his hips, driving Jay's cock deeper into him. He arches his back as waves of warmth start to course up his spine and through his limbs, pressing his fingertips into Jay's skin.

This is what he does better than admit his feelings for anything or anyone.

[runningred]

It's okay, Emcee. Jay knows how this works. Doesn't mean he can't be a little affection.

He lays back, enjoying the view. Emcee is truly beautiful. The grace of a showman and the body of a god. Jay runs his hands up Emcee's sides, stroking his chest and down his arms. He thrusts up slowly, deeper, harder.