AN: This one was written a while back as a birthday gift for a friend and fellow ficwriter, stpitbull on Tumblr, who's been a huge support and inspiration to me.
There's nothing really resembling privacy down in the Rudder, but there's at least an alcove out of sight of the bar and balcony. It's a quiet night, just the usual after-hours crowd. Flak and Shrap, Sister, a few others. Trinnie trying to flirt her way to free drinks like usual. The dull mutter of talk is just barely loud enough for decent cover.
They're good unless somebody comes down the stairs. And if someone does, fuck 'em.
He's gotta make his move quick, and Jay's gonna fight him for it; he doesn't give Butch the chance to do this very often. He actually takes it at first, being pushed against the steel wall, resting his hands on Butch's hips, and closing his eyes as Butch bites down his neck and runs a hand down his chest to unzip his jacket.
Jay pulls Butch's face up to his and kisses him deep and all tongue, but slow. Trying to distract him. He feels Jay's body tense, feels his arm drop back to push himself off the wall. Grabs his wrist before he can get there and shoves his hips hard against Jay, pinning him where he is.
Jay's eyes open to meet his with a smirk, eyebrow raised in an Oh yeah? Butch raises one right back, runs his hand up the back of Jay's neck and into his hair, and dives back in to bite his ear. Can't tell if Jay's responding push against him is fight or want. Probably both. He lets go of Jay's wrist to reach down and feel up his growing bulge, drawing a tight groan. But when Jay's free hand reaches for him, he catches it again. Nope. Jay may or may not be about to say something when Butch bites his mouth, but if he is he lets it go, pulls him in tight and returns his kiss harder and hungrier.
Jay's eyes follow him as he drops to his knees, and Butch is still half-expecting a fight as he unbuckles his belt and unzips his jeans. A thumb presses into the corner of Butch's mouth and he glances up to see Jay still watching him, running his thumb over his lips as Butch palms against his cock, and Jay pushes back a little and even though his eyes are a little wide and oddly vulnerable, his mouth quirks into a slight smirk again.
His eyes flutter closed at the feeling of Butch's hot breath hitting him, his hands pulling his cock out and cupping his balls. He tenses a little as Butch's mouth slides over him, and makes a tight sound in his throat as Butch welcomes him with a generous sweep of tongue, tasting the salty tang of sweat and precome. Butch gets settled, wrapping a hand around the base of Jay's cock and playing around, alternately lightly sucking and tracing every groove and vein until barely restrained moans meet his ears.
Fingers shove into Butch's hair, which he knew was coming; it's a small price to pay for those breathy groans he gets, and the truth is he really likes the prickling tug on his scalp as Jay's hands tighten, as Butch sucks his cock down his throat as far as he can, holds him there for as long as he can stand. Totally worth it.
The couple of drinks Jay's had already tonight slow things down just enough he can really take his time; Butch pulls back and just drags his tongue over the underside of Jay's cock, making it twitch in his mouth and making Jay utter a low, breathless curse at him. Good. Jay's a fucking merciless tease when he's the one on his knees. Deserves to get as good as he gives. Butch barely moves his lips, just plays at him with his tongue until Jay lets out something like a growl and his hands tighten in his hair. Another flick and Jay's hips buck desperately.
'Bout time.
Butch moans encouragingly around the cock suddenly deep in his throat again, the vibration sending a shudder through Jay, who finally lets himself go and starts rocking against his mouth. Butch grabs two handfuls of Jay's ass, keeps up with fast, rough strokes of tongue, and he's close, Butch can feel it in how he tenses, how hard he's breathing, in the hands tugging at his hair, all of it tipping him from hard to painful to the point he's not going to be fighting anything Jay wants to do to him after this.
Jay curses sharply as he comes hard, harsh breaths escaping and hips jerking forward and back arching against the wall, and Butch is caught mid-swallow by hands dragging him off by his hair, just in time to let Jay's last spurts hit his lips. Jay's hands release his hair and fingers brush his mouth again, smearing his spunk over his lips, and Butch catches those fingers with his teeth and sucks them clean.
Jay's hand lingers on the side of his face as they both catch their breath, and he lets out a long, satisfied sigh, relaxing for a moment against the steel wall, and the blood roaring in Butch's ears slowly gives way to the low murmur of indifferent voices at the bar.