Riding with Alfred

[runningred]

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Jay glances across to the monitor on the bench. "We have the garage to ourselves."

He turns back to Alfred. "So how... hot did riding get you?"

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[runningred]

"Take them home with you. They'll be easier to sell on there." Jay riffles through his own pockets. Most of his lifts are cash or stoned jewellery that can be remade into something different.

He nods to the door of Sasha's club, the music somewhat more subdued now as the evening wears on. "Ready?"

[morethanprops]

Moist takes Jay in his arms and kisses him, hard and wanting, "Mm, now, yes."

[runningred]

Jay moans into the kiss and holds the door open for him.

Sasha storms at them as they come in, the slow-dancers parting as she comes at them. Jay gently pushes Alfred away from him as Sasha moves to slap him.

"You! You are a fool! Why, why must you make so much noise? I give you a simple job and you makes a mess of it!"

Jay catches her wrist, stopping her just short of hitting him. "We weren't the noisy ones. That started after we left."

[morethanprops]

He leans against the door jamb watching the scene, "Yes, we were discrete."

[runningred]

Sasha pulls her hand back, studying Alfred as if reading his face. "Discreet? I hear gunfire. I hear people are hurt. This is discreet? And I see this one," she gestures at Jay, "I see this one on the news. Don't lie to me, Tinto, I know you. You were gone but you went back!" She sounds almost hysterical.

"Sasha, enough." Jay growls softly, trying to stop her from making a scene. "The Cat was there. She tipped us off that the target was fake so we left."

She glares at Alfred, looking for conformation.

[morethanprops]

"Yes, whatever he did after the job is his business. I'm simply a thief who likes staying alive and likes his kisses. If you don't want anything to do with us then we'll leave,"

Moist moves over to put his arm around Jay, nonchalant because this is only one job.

[runningred]

Sasha huff and steps back, placated as Jay presses a rather lovely necklace into her hand. "You can stay. You are a thief but an honest one. I like that. You take a room tonight."

She eyes Moist closely. "You only like boys, Areia? I know Tinto's tastes and little Fumaça's heart will break if he doesn't get used tonight but I can send up a girl too."

[morethanprops]

"I like both but tonight, Tinto and Fumaca will make me happy,"

In his hand appears a glittering ruby brooch that he gives to her.

[runningred]

She chuckles and makes the ruby vanish. "Then you are forgiven. Go, pick out a bottle and enjoy your prize. I send my boy to you."

Jay kisses her cheek and offers Alfred his arm.

The room is small but decadent and richly decorated, every inch looking like a bordello.

[morethanprops]

In the room, Moist puts his jacket on a chair and considers,

"Will our prizes be safe?"

[runningred]

"Oh yes. Fumaça's a little whore but he's no thief. Sasha won't keep him around if he didn't behave." Jay sheds his jacket. "She tipped us off to a job and even if she didn't get what she wanted, she's been well paid for it. We're all square."

He shrugs off his jacket and pours them a drink. "It might not have been the night we planned but it's been fun so far."

[morethanprops]

"It has been, yes. Earth isn't that different from the Disc. Pour me one too."

[runningred]

"Hopefully you'll show me one day." Jay smiles, bringing him a glass and kisses him deeply.

As they kiss, Fumaca slips in, stealing Jay's glass and taking a sip for himself and waiting for them. "My, oh my. Both so hot."

[morethanprops]

"I will," When Fumaca enters, Moist smirks and reaches out to lightly thwap his bum, "Ah, but you've changed the temperature as you enter."

[runningred]

"How so?" He grins and slides himself between them, pressing against Alfred's chest. "Do I make you chilled, Areia? Do I make you shiver?"

Jay hums and molests Fumaca's neck, his hand already under his shirt.

[morethanprops]

Moist reaches his hand down between them, caressing Fumaca's crotch,

"No, you make it even hotter in here. Clearly we're all wearing too much clothing."

[runningred]

Fumaca whimpers, writhing warmly between them as Moist strokes him. "Oh Areia! You're a bad, bad man. I can see why Tinto likes you so much."

Jay pulls off the boy's shirt, running his hands over Fumaca's chest.

[morethanprops]

"Yes, he does have very good taste,"

Moist presses against Fumaca kissing him as he uses his other hand to find Jay's skin.

[runningred]

Jay's hand meets Alfred's on Fumaca's hip, smiling over the boy's shoulder. "Fumaca, darling." He whispers into the youth's ear. "On your knees. Show my friend here just how good you are."

Fumaca keens softly and drops to his knees, his hands going straight to Alfred's fly. Jay steps around to behind Alfred, pulling him into a kiss as Fumaca pulls his pants down. "Enjoy him, darling. He is very, very good." He starts unbuttoning Alfred's shirt slowly, teasing the buttons open one by one.

[morethanprops]

"Better than you?" Moist groans and leans against Jay with a satisfied smile.

[runningred]

Jay nibbles on his ear, chuckling softly. "That you'll have to judge for yourself."

Fumaca's busy doing his best to impress, moaning and whimpering around Alfred's cock as Jay reaches around to cup the back of his neck.

[morethanprops]

"Lucky me," He clutches at Fumaca's shoulder as he arches, sagging slightly against Jay.

[runningred]

Jay purrs softly in his ear, nibbling and nipping as he guides Fumaca's movements. "So what shall we do with him, darling?" He asks, making sure he's loud enough for Fumaca to hear. "Shall we fuck him together? Pound that pretty ass till he's screaming to be allowed to cum."

[morethanprops]

Words are a little difficult at the moment so Moist nods, Fumaca is very good.

[runningred]

And determined. He wants to hear Alfred moan. But he want more too. He pulls back, turning to suck the tip of Jay's thumb. "Will you last all night with me, Areia? Because I want this," He licks the length of Alfred's cock slowly, "inside me tonight. More than once."