Nothing As Sweet (As The Sound of Your Feet On The Floor)
Their sheets are always sweat-soaked and tangled around Jin's ankles as Keamy slides deeper into him. The room is theirs, somewhere far, far away from the world of islands, conglomerates, missing planes and exploding freighters; the air smells of heat and sweat and sex.
Keamy's all the way inside Jin, broad hands running incessantly along tanned sides and copper-dark nipples. Keamy's never seen a sight quite like a sweaty, rumpled and undone Jin and it makes him start to slide in and out, hands reaching below their sweating bodies to cup and squeeze perfect ass.
They're a million miles from who they once were - not on the run, haven't been for a few years now, but Keamy still keeps a loaded, maintained gun beneath his pillow and a backup plan in the back of his head.
He's not gonna last much longer, big fist pumping away at Jin's erection and his own slip-sliding inside the impossibly hot, tight, wet, right sheath of Jin's ass. He bends his head and brushes his lips across Jin's lips, neck, anywhere he can get at as Jin's cock bobs thick and flushed in the cradle of his bullet-scarred palm.
They'll never say it, never say those three little words in case the world turns to shit and they have to run alone. But the sticky Pasadena nights, with Jin's dick in Keamy's mouth, ghosting breath along ass and lips, they speak the truth.
Jin's all flushed and moaning and then he comes, sticky white smearing all over Keamy's fist as the tightly wound coil that is Jin comes undone, all tense and relaxed at the same time - and at that, Keamy roars, coming deep and hard inside Jin, teeth sinking into the soft skin of Jin's shoulder.
They rock gently for a few moments, before Keamy slides out and flops down next to Jin, curling a possessive arm around his waist, large fingers drooping down towards smooth, flat belly.
Within moments, Jin's asleep, the sound of gentle snores permeating the quiet of the room and Keamy's glad to follow.
He really hopes this lasts.
Fin