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]

"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?"

[runningred]

"I never worked that out how to deal with the repressed ones, myself." Jay leans back against his bench with a shrug, sipping his drink. "Spend four years living with a single wealthy playboy who rescued a teenage hooker from the streets and never once so much as looked at me sideways." There's a frustrated growl to his voice. "I spent half my childhood fantasising about choking myself on his cock."

He shrugs again and smiles. "Don't know about you, but my knees are still feeling it." He puts his glass down and nods towards the bathroom.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee looks at him somewhat askance as he pensively sips his own drink, eventually downing it all in a couple of swallows. He sets the empty glass down and unbuttons his trousers, stepping out of them and draping them over his shirt and coat.

"That's because you were doing all the work, darling," he murmurs nonchalantly as he heads into the bathroom.

A moment passes as he waits for Jay to join him. Then he asks, "What did the man want with you, then? To show his charitable side by taking in a street urchin?"

[runningred]

Jay slides under the shower, running the water good and hot. He shrugs and smiles. "I don't know, you were the one taking the battering. In all the best ways, I hope?"

He ignores the question for a long moment, letting the hot water soak into his muscles. "He wanted a partner of a different kind. A weapon." He shakes his head, reaching out with the soap in offer to wash Emcee's back.

[i_am_your_host]

"Oh, definitely. And I can take a lot more than that," he adds none too slyly as he steps in after him into the shower.

He washes in silence and doesn't press Jay to answer. He wouldn't even have minded if he didn't answer at all. The phrase a weapon, however, is a little disconcerting, but-- it doesn't matter. He recalls their evening spent outdoors and the way he handled a knife, and it still doesn't matter. And the scars. Probably a result of being a weapon.

Jay gestures with the soap, and he turns around with a small smile over his shoulder. With his back to him, he tips his face into the spray of water and his makeup begins to wash away.

[runningred]

Jay, for earlier roughness, is so very gentle as he washes Emcee's back, massaging the knots in his shoulders softly.

He leans in to kiss the back of Emcee's neck, over one of the marks he left during the session in the men's room.

[i_am_your_host]

He closes his eyes and lets his shoulders go loose and limp under Jay's hands, humming a low chuckle when he feels his lips on his skin. There may be the start of bruising in some spots, particularly around his hips, but he isn't bothered by them in the least.

Reaching back, he grasps both of Jay's hands, slick with soap suds, and brings them around to his front.