[Grey - Continued from NYE]

[plaguedrat]

It's that department store dressing room all over again. Rat grabs Grey's hand and grins wickedly, sneaking with him to the nearest empty space they can squeeze into.

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[silenttrainbaby]

It looks like a storage closet of some kind, with boxes stacked against the wall. Grey double-checks the lock on the door turns to stalk toward his boyfriend, with warm eyes, already reaching for the fly of Rat's pants.

[plaguedrat]

It's space enough. Rat leans up and tugs on the cord that leads to a naked light bulb, giving them a little bit of light. Then he moves back in close against Grey for a long, hungry kiss.

[silenttrainbaby]

Even as he kisses back, Grey pushes aside Rat's pants and what he wears underneath and he curls a calloused hand around the hardness he finds there. He strokes, hand tight.

[plaguedrat]

"Just messing up my clothes after all that effort I put in?" Rat teases. They both know the effort was made for Grey and no other reason.

Grey's touch is of far greater appeal.

[silenttrainbaby]

It's a good point, though. Grey stops, then grins.

There's one way they know well, that keeps the mess to a minimum. He falls to his knees.

[plaguedrat]

Rat laughs. They've had far too much practice at this. They're too good at being quick and sneaky and knowing each other's bodies so well that it can be perfect torture.

[silenttrainbaby]

And it feels so good. How can they feel guilty when they can give each other pleasure so easily and so well?

Grey pins Rat's hips to the walls and nuzzles that erection. He loves how Rat smells. How good and musky.

[plaguedrat]

Still laughing, he looks down at Grey, memorizing his face by touch. He can feel the muscles and bones of his jaw, the way they move.

[silenttrainbaby]

He can feel, too, how Grey's tongue slides down the underside, flicking at that sensitive spot just underside the head of his cock. How Grey hollows his cheeks when he leans back before taking him down again.

[plaguedrat]

Sometimes Rat swears that Grey is trying to get them caught. That teasing little lick makes him bite his lip, trying to muffle down a moan as his fingers twist deeper into Grey's hair.

[silenttrainbaby]

That little sharpness, that slight tug makes Grey gasp. He likes that.

One hand cups Rat's balls, the other the base of his cock as he he begins to suck in earnest.

[plaguedrat]

Rat groans, bending forward over Grey and clutching the back of his head. He wishes they could have a proper fuck in this closet, wanting to have Grey fully and now.

[silenttrainbaby]

They could. It could work.

With Rat's face so close, Grey pulls off with a pop, leaning up to kiss him, giving him a taste of himself.

[plaguedrat]

It's too tempting and Rat returns the kiss, shameless and hungry. He wants Grey, any way they can have it.

[silenttrainbaby]

Fingers tracing along Rat's jaw, then along that sweet mouth, Grey kisses him once more, then looks around.

He tugs Rat by his shirt, even as he turns, moving to his knees, then his hands and knees, reaching down to undo his fly and push down his pants.

[plaguedrat]

Running a hand down the expanse of Grey's back, he can't help that soft groan at the sight of him. "I don't have any lubricant with me," he warns, already sticking two fingers in his mouth.

[silenttrainbaby]

On the train more than not, they used spit anyway. Grey smiles at him over his shoulder, getting his pants down around his knees. As he waits, he strokes himself.

[plaguedrat]

Rat's more careful this time. It doesn't matter that they do this often. They've had space and proper lubricant before. No matter how eager and how much they want it, he won't do anything to hurt Grey.

[silenttrainbaby]

Reaching down further between his legs, Grey reaches for Rat, to feel him coming inside. To feel him.

He gasps just a little when he's breached, pushed open, and he feels his body give.

[plaguedrat]

He stays careful and thorough, working at him with one and then two fingers. Listening for those minute sounds and indications, Rat bends over him to kiss his spine.

[silenttrainbaby]

They are young and resilient and Grey wants, reaching back to touch what he can, to urge Rat further. He's fine - he's fine. Yes? Please.

[plaguedrat]

"You're sure?" He knows it can be rough and painful this way and it's not what he wants, but he also knows that neither of them will be patient much longer.

[silenttrainbaby]

He's sure. If it hurts a little, that will pass. As long as Rat starts slow, it will be fine. Grey goes up to his knees to tangle his fingers in his boyfriend's hair and kiss him.

He's sure.

[plaguedrat]

Yes, he trusts Grey to tell him what he needs. Carefully, he moves back behind Grey and guides himself in.

[silenttrainbaby]

By closing his eyes, Grey can feel it; feel how Rat pushes into him. His back arches like a cat's; it feels good, even if it's a bit rough.

[plaguedrat]

The curve of his spine is mesmerizing in this movement and Rat can see exactly how it curves thanks to the tattoos that follow his spine and shoulders, letting Rat see the way muscle twists and curves.

Slower, more control. He has to hold himself back just a little longer.

[silenttrainbaby]

His cock jerks and Grey pushes back. A little sharpness makes the pleasure that much more, doesn't it?

He gasps out the smallest, quietest sound.

[plaguedrat]

He laughs and starts to move, savoring the sound that Grey makes. It encourages him on and he tugs him closer.

[silenttrainbaby]

There is little that feels like this. So intimate and good. Palming over his cock again, Grey moves with him, his hips bumping against Rat's.

This is sneaky, wasn't it? He likes it.

[plaguedrat]

Noticing the gesture, Rat moves a hand around and joins it with Grey's, encouraging him to stroke.

[silenttrainbaby]

That's even better. It makes Grey shiver, makes him push back even more.

If the situation were different, he would face Rat, but it's not convenient here; he misses looking at his boyfriend's face.

[plaguedrat]

When they get home, they can properly greet the new year in their bed, facing one another. He'll make up for that current lack.

For now, he'll just stroke Grey off in counterpoint to his own thrusts.

[silenttrainbaby]

As it almost always is, it's ovewhelming. Pleasure from different points. Grey is gasping, exhaling through gritted teeth; he's holding on to Rat's hip, urging him deeper.

[plaguedrat]

It doesn't take much urging. Rat fucks deeper into him, curled over so that his chest slides along Grey's back.

When they emerge from this closet, there's not a single person who won't know where they've been. And he likes it that way.