Playing dirty.

[runningred]

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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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[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[i_am_your_host]

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

[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?"

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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?

[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.

[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.

[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."

[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."

[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?"

[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.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee reaches out to press a hand to Jay's chest.

"Now, now, darling, be nice," he murmurs, a faint twist to his lips.

As much as he enjoys ruffling the feathers of the uptights of the world, there is a certain delicateness about David that makes him feel protective.

"This is David Detector. He is also from Germany. Herr Detector, this is Jay. He does things with his hands."

[inspector_blueeyes]

David raises an eyebrow at Emcee's description of Jay and nods politely, trying to keep his expression blank. "Pleased to meet you, Herr Jay."

He turns to Emcee, "If you'll excuse me?"

[i_am_your_host]

He gives him a polite nod. "Of course," that little twist to his lips still there. "Do have a pleasant evening, won't you?"

[runningred]

Jay steps aside as the tall man nods tightly and leaves.

He grins and leans on the wall as the door closes behind David. "That man wants you. In bad ways!"

[i_am_your_host]

He snorts a soft chuckle and shrugs.

"Such is the story of my life, darling," he says wryly. "In any case, he's far too polite to say or do anything about it, but if his desire becomes too great that he breaks his own rules of propriety, then I would be very surprised indeed."

He heads toward the door, grasping the handle as he turns to look at him.

"Now, what was that about a shower?"

[runningred]

"Must be a terrible burden to be so adored." Jay teases, stealing a kiss as he passes. "If he breaks, he's gunna break hard and ugly. I know the type."

He leads Emcee up to his room, stripping off almost as soon as the door is closed, padding naked to pour them each a glass of gin. "How are you feeling?"

[i_am_your_host]

"You have no idea," he murmurs with a smirk.

"And I know his type, as well. It's always a dilemma, whether to encourage them or allow them to work through it themselves. I don't know him well enough to tell yet, but we shall see."

Once upstairs in Jay's room, he lays his coat over the back of a chair, followed by his shirt. His trousers stay on for the moment as he eyes Jay appreciatively and takes the offered glass of gin.

"I feel fine, darling," he says, a little amused. "And yourself?"