"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.
"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?"
"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?"
"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.
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?"
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.
"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.
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.
Jay chuckles in return, letting Emcee guide his hands around as he presses against Emcee's back. He smoothes soapy hands over Emcee's body, appreciating the long, lean lines of his body.
He skates his hips, enjoying Emcee's dancer's thighs before fondling him softly, trailing kisses over his neck and shoulder.
He presses close, enjoying the way Jay's chest feels against the back of his bare shoulders while his hands move up and down the front of his body. Eyelids fluttering shut, he sighs deeply at his touch, the softness of his kisses.
For a moment, with Jay's arms around him, he feels more than just wanted or desired, but...safe. Jay would never hurt him. If anything, Emcee would be the first to inflict the damage if he allowed himself to get too close. Which is why it's just a moment, a fleeting split-second of what if.
He slides his hands over Jay's sinewy forearms, before slipping the bar of soap from his hand. He then turns around without breaking free of his arms, keeping their hips pressed flush against one another.
Emcee's face is completely bare of makeup, his lips tinted deep pink only because of the steamy heat, his eyelashes naturally thick and dark and curling, catching droplets of water and making every blink slow and heavy.
He slides the bar of soap across Jay's chest, followed by the palm of his free hand, sweeping over the firm muscle and teasing his nipple.
Jay smiles warmly as Emcee turns in his arms and takes the soap. He rinces one hand clean to gently stroke the hair back from Emcee's face. His expression is warm, looking past the washed away stage mask and into Emcee's eyes with honest affection.
He loves this; this comfortable intimacy. Half hard just from the nearness of Emcee's warmth but also just glad to be holding him. He moans, his eyes falling closed as Emcee touches him, his thumbs tracing patterns over Emcee's lower back.
He meets Jay's eyes briefly. The quick glance away could be taken as coyness, as the tip of his tongue darts over his bottom lip.
He watches the soap suds run down his body, tracing their paths with his fingertips. Feeling him growing hard, his cock nudging his own, he wonders just how long (or how quickly) it would take before someone gets fucked again.
Jay moans again, kissing his way down Emcee's neck and back up to suck lightly on his earlobe. His breathing roughens as they both heat up again, bucking slowly onto Emcee's touch.
It won't be long but Jay's happy to let Emcee call the shots for now, just enjoying the simple, if sexually loaded, pleasure of sharing a shower.
He tilts his head to the side, growing breathless as he lets Jay go where he wants with his mouth. Setting the soap aside, he slides his palms over his chest and stomach again, indulgently washing away the suds, and at the same time urging him backwards toward the wall.
He breathes a soft chuckle in response, saying nothing else, before he bends his head to skate his lips along Jays's jaw. Then, planting slow, open-mouthed kisses down the side of his neck, he moves lower, along his collar bone, over his chest. His tongue sweeps over his nipple while his palms caress his sides.
Jay groans, planting his feet and widening his stance. He runs his hands over Emcee's shoulders, stroking his hair. He shivers as Emcee kisses his neck, his nipples hardening under his touch.
He eases himself onto his knees, all the while kissing Jay, his chest, his abs, tracing every swell and ridge of muscle with his tongue. Sliding his hands over his firm thighs, his mouth travels even lower, following the crease of his hip until Jay's half-hard cock brushes against his cheek.
Jay can't take his eyes Emcee. He's just so beautiful, those lashes, those lips. His cock twitches against Emcee's cheek, hardening rapidly. "Darling..."
He slowly licks the underside of his cock, relishing the way it feels growing hard against his tongue. His open-mouthed kisses move upwards along the shaft. Eyelids fluttering closed for a moment, he hums with pleasure at the solid, hot slickness against his lips, all of Jay's desires concentrated into the thrumming flesh. He breathes warmly over his skin, into the crook of his thigh, slender fingers deftly stroking and touching him.
When he opens his eyes again he can see Jay's cock twitch and pulsate with every heartbeat. It's fucking beautiful, and all he wants is to devour him, and after he wraps his lips around the hot, swollen head, he slides him into his mouth in one hungry swallow.
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Date: 2014-09-07 08:31 pm (UTC)"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."
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Date: 2014-09-07 09:29 pm (UTC)He turns to Emcee, "If you'll excuse me?"
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Date: 2014-09-07 09:49 pm (UTC)He grins and leans on the wall as the door closes behind David. "That man wants you. In bad ways!"
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Date: 2014-09-07 10:02 pm (UTC)"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?"
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Date: 2014-09-07 11:25 pm (UTC)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?"
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Date: 2014-09-08 12:13 am (UTC)"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?"
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Date: 2014-09-08 08:39 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2014-09-08 02:09 pm (UTC)"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?"
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Date: 2014-09-09 10:31 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2014-09-09 01:43 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2014-09-10 08:36 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2014-09-10 10:04 pm (UTC)Reaching back, he grasps both of Jay's hands, slick with soap suds, and brings them around to his front.
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Date: 2014-09-11 07:06 am (UTC)He skates his hips, enjoying Emcee's dancer's thighs before fondling him softly, trailing kisses over his neck and shoulder.
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Date: 2014-09-13 03:48 pm (UTC)For a moment, with Jay's arms around him, he feels more than just wanted or desired, but...safe. Jay would never hurt him. If anything, Emcee would be the first to inflict the damage if he allowed himself to get too close. Which is why it's just a moment, a fleeting split-second of what if.
He slides his hands over Jay's sinewy forearms, before slipping the bar of soap from his hand. He then turns around without breaking free of his arms, keeping their hips pressed flush against one another.
Emcee's face is completely bare of makeup, his lips tinted deep pink only because of the steamy heat, his eyelashes naturally thick and dark and curling, catching droplets of water and making every blink slow and heavy.
He slides the bar of soap across Jay's chest, followed by the palm of his free hand, sweeping over the firm muscle and teasing his nipple.
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Date: 2014-09-14 05:29 am (UTC)He loves this; this comfortable intimacy. Half hard just from the nearness of Emcee's warmth but also just glad to be holding him. He moans, his eyes falling closed as Emcee touches him, his thumbs tracing patterns over Emcee's lower back.
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Date: 2014-09-15 05:44 am (UTC)He watches the soap suds run down his body, tracing their paths with his fingertips. Feeling him growing hard, his cock nudging his own, he wonders just how long (or how quickly) it would take before someone gets fucked again.
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Date: 2014-09-15 08:53 am (UTC)It won't be long but Jay's happy to let Emcee call the shots for now, just enjoying the simple, if sexually loaded, pleasure of sharing a shower.
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Date: 2014-09-18 05:05 am (UTC)When he opens his eyes again he can see Jay's cock twitch and pulsate with every heartbeat. It's fucking beautiful, and all he wants is to devour him, and after he wraps his lips around the hot, swollen head, he slides him into his mouth in one hungry swallow.
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