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Jay opens the door to the men's bathroom, scanning the stalls to see if they're alone.

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From:

runningred

Jay's answering groans are harsh and guttural, deeply animalism as he pounds Emcee hard.

He runs his other hand up the back of Emcee's neck, the base of his skull and into his hair, holding him against the door as he pushes to make Emcee fall apart. He breaks his rhythm, thrusting short and sharp and sporadically to keep Emcee off balance.

From:

i_am_your_host

His knees start to buckle. What keeps him from sliding to the floor is practically the force of Jay's thrusts, the weight of his body pressing him against the door.

He utters gasping grunts, some in surprise, at the uneven rhythm of Jay's hips. It unravels him, and with his strong hands in his hair and around his cock, just holding him in place, his reserve begins to crumble. The ecstasy building in the pit of his stomach is too great to hold back, and his cries are keening and desperate as he holds on for more.

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runningred

Jay has him, holding him firmly and keeping him in place. Each thrust comes with a growl, a goad, pushing Emcee harder and higher just to see him fall apart. He doubts he can hold out much longer himself but he won't come before he forces it out of Emcee.

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i_am_your_host

The door rattles loudly on its hinges with every thrust as Emcee's throaty cries echo throughout the vast and empty tiled room. At any moment, someone could come in. It's that thrill of getting caught that adds to the fiery intensity, something quick and hard and rough enough to satisfy the both of them right now.

His eyes are shut tight, he gasps and grits his teeth. His sweat-damp temple is pressed to the door, his hair sticking to his brow. He trembles, shudders hard, every nerve ending raw, every muscle giving out. He can't hold on anymore, he can't, he can't--

Throwing his head back, he lets out a primal cry of pain and ecstasy, squeezing hard around Jay's cock thrust so deep inside him that one can't tell where one man ends and the other begins.

From:

runningred

The sound of Emcee's release alone is enough to drive Jay over the edge but the clench drags it out of him harder, feeling Emcee pulse in his hand. He groans harshly into Emcee's shoulder, shuddering harshly as he feels them both loss control.

It takes what seems like a long time for the white-out pleasure to pass and he has to focus to release his grip on Emcee's cock. He moves his arm up, wrapping around Emcee's waist to support them both against the door, gasping. He nuzzles the back of Emcee's neck, kissing behind his ear softly.

From:

i_am_your_host

His eyes are shut so tight he's seeing stars, and every gasping breath he takes rips at his throat. His legs have turned to jelly and he's going to have to rely on Jay to keep him from slumping to the floor. It will still take a while to come down, even as Jay lets his cock go (he isn't sure if he wants him to), even when his harsh panting turn into breathless sighs.

The door is damp with his perspiration, so he shifts his head to a cool, dry spot, still bodily leaning against it, eyes still closed. He feels Jay's lips on his skin, and he sighs deeply.

From:

runningred

Jay wraps an arm tight around Emcee's waist, managing to take his weight to guide them back to sit on the toilet. Still inside Emcee, he holds him close, panting into his shoulder and giving them both time to come down."

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i_am_your_host

He moves with Jay when he does, shuffling back a step or two before sitting down on his lap. He grunts and winces a little, but he covers Jay's arm around him with his own and leans back against him, silent, catching his breath.

From:

runningred

Jay runs a soothing hand over Emcee's thigh, kissing the back of his neck and shoulder. He doesn't speak just yet, giving them both time to come back to themselves.

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i_am_your_host

Reaching back, he runs his fingers through Jay's hair. He turns his head to face him, their cheeks brushing against one another. Lips parted, he seeks out Jay's mouth to kiss him.

From:

runningred

Jay sighs into the kiss sweetly as he holds Emcee close. He takes his time with it, pouring his affection into the kiss and rubs a hand over Emcee's thigh, massaging the trembling muscles there.

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i_am_your_host

The kiss is unhurried, even a little tender. Simply focusing on the softness of Jay's lips, the slick warmth of his tongue. The contrast between now and just a couple of minutes ago isn't lost on him. And it's just one of those things about them, when they get together, that he enjoys.

He gently breaks the kiss with a heavy sigh. One hand still in Jay's hair, his other slides over the hand on his thigh.

For a moment it seems as if he wants to say something, but he hasn't quite found his voice yet. Instead he just nuzzles his jaw with a warm, breathy chuckle.

From:

runningred

Jay smiles against Emcee's lips, letting his eyes slip closed to enjoy his touch. He returns the chuckle with one of his own, warmed by Emcee's closeness. "Gods, you're wild." He whispers, laughingly.

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i_am_your_host

"And you are an absolute pussycat," he retorts wryly, kissing his chin.

From:

runningred

Jay nuzzles Emcee's ear and purrs softly, just for effect. "Only if you stroke me right."

He shifts slightly, feeling them because unpleasantly sticky. "Shower?"

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i_am_your_host

He chuckles warmly in amusement, and then nods at his offer.

"All right."

A bit wobbly, he grasps the waistband of his trousers with one hand and braces himself with the other on the wall as he slowly eases himself off of Jay.

From:

runningred

Jay braces Emcee carefully, helping him up and steadying him. Once Emcee's up, jay drags himself up, his own knees shaky as he tries to make himself look vaguely respectable.

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i_am_your_host

As he buttons up his fly, he turns around in what narrow space they have to lean back against the door.

"We are such a mess, darling," he snickers, feeling like a schoolboy doing something the nuns will severely disapprove of.

From:

runningred

Jay chuckles and steals a kiss. "In all the best ways."

He turns them around to open the door a touch, peeking out. He pulls back and stifles a grin as the sound of someone washing their hands floats back to them. "Oops. Busted! Do we sneak or strut?

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i_am_your_host

He rolls his eyes as if the answer were obvious, and he grins.

"Strut, of course."

Straightening out his shirt but leaving it unbuttoned, and grabbing his coat, he gestures at the stall door as if to say after you.

From:

runningred

"I knew there was a reason I loved you." Jay teases and opens the door.

He looks properly ruffled and somewhat smug as he crosses to wash his own hands. "Evening." He greets David Detector politely before holding the door to the bathroom open for Emcee.

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i_am_your_host

He smirks and snorts and lightly smacks Jay on the ass before they both file out of the stall.

Making his way to the sinks to wash his hands as well, he looks over at the familiar face.

"Oh, hello!" he chirps in recognition. "Fancy meeting you here."

From:

inspector_blueeyes

{ooc: Sorry, I couldn't resist!

David tries to keep as straight a face as possible. "Good evening, herr Emcee." He glances over his shoulder at Jay, dropping his eyes as the mechanic leers openly. "Forgive me, I didn't mean to disturb your... rendezvous."

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i_am_your_host

"Oh, don't worry, you weren't interrupting," he says nonchalantly, as he dries his hands with a paper towel. "We were just finishing up."

He smirks and glances between the two men.

"Have you met?"

From:

runningred

"No, no we have not." Jay grins, stalking closer to the Inspector. "But always glad to meet a friend of Emcee's."

He looks David over, leeringly. There's something about how uptight and uncomfortable the blonde is makes him itch to torture him.