Shiro & Jay, Tuesday afternoon

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After an afternoon romp, Shiro lets slip a shameful little half-secret that Jay doesn't take well, but both of them are committed to rectifying the problem. Warning for a slightly smutty beginning.



Shiro collapsed onto the bed, burying his sweat-covered face in the pillows. But that made it difficult to breathe, so with some effort he managed to turn over onto his back. He grimaced as his movement smeared something warm over his back but he couldn't be bothered to do anything about it. He'd change the sheets later. Panting, he turned to the other body that had followed him onto the bed and smiled.

The smile was returned and Jay slowly leaned over, the musky aroma of sex filling his senses as he looked to indulge himself. His soft lips brushed over the rougher chapped ones and he licked those lips, rolling Shiro onto his back and nuzzling his neck until he found another secret spot. The body beneath him couldn't seem to help but respond to his touches and the fact that he could touch Shiro at all was an indulgence in itself. "Still sensitive?" he purred.

Shiro squirmed and playfully batted Jay away. "Stop that, it tickles" he chided. "Insatiable, Guthrie. How do you have any energy left?"

"Mmm, how could Ah not?" he murmured and continued for the spot.

"I just want to go to sleep," Shiro laughed (it was not a giggle, no matter how tittery it was). He didn't stop Jay this time, though.

He didn't need much more encouragement from that and climbed over Shiro, focused more on the spot. His fingers traced along the curve of Shiro's body and down the length of his thigh, hiking up the knee to him. His hand explored further down while his mouth did some exploring of another sort until he grasped the ankle, pulling Shiro up higher, testing his flexibility.

What had been enjoyable quickly turned painful as Jay grabbed Shiro's ankle, and he nearly kicked the blue-skinned man off the bed as he pulled his leg away. "Sorry," Shiro muttered. "I have still not fully healed yet."

Sitting up, Jay propped himself up by his arm and smoothed his hand over Shiro's leg and crossed his legs, pulling that leg into his lap. "Put some ice on it already?"

Shiro poked Jay's abdomen with his foot. "I have been taking care of it. I can walk on two feet again, which is already an improvement."

That foot was caught and he inclined his head, gingerly placing a kiss on the top of it before he ran a hand along the arch. "Yeah but maybe someone's needin' to take care of you huh?"

"Are you offering, Guthrie? Maybe Phoenix has a nurse's outfit for you to borrow." Shiro pulled himself up into a sitting position and poked at Jay again.

"Oh hell, not you too." Jay caught his hand and pulled him into his lap, smiling as he fell back down onto the bed. It felt good to be on his back and not have the hindrance of wings behind him. It also felt really good to have Shiro looking down at him like that. "Don't let me catch you hidin' one in your closet unless you plan to wear it for me." There was no appeal for them, he'd rather see Shiro in a tight pair of package packing Buffalo jeans than a nurse's outfit. Still...

Shiro leaned down to capture Jay's lips in a kiss so passionate that he almost sucked the life out of him. Jay wasn't the only one still energetic, it seemed. "I think I will pass on that. I will not crossdress for you. I didn't for Clarice or Kali." Oh, crap. Her.

"For who?" Jay asked breathlessly and bit own on Shiro's lip, pulling on it before he grinned, letting it go. "You ain't cheatin' on me, are ya?" he teased.

"Technically not you," came Shiro's shameful reply. He extricated himself from Jay and sighed. He and Kali hadn't seen much of each other since graduation but she didn't seem to mind, so he'd figured it to be fine. And Jay sure made it easy to forget about her.

He was about to ask what that was about in a joking manner but Shiro's detachment just turned the moment heavy and serious. "What?" as if he hadn't heard it. Oh he heard it all right. He just didn't think he heard it right.

"I . . . I thought you knew. I have talked about her before. But it's . . ." Not serious, he wanted to say. But how could four months not be serious?

"You're dating someone else?" Jay asked and got up out of bed. No, he didn't know - had Shiro ever mentioned it? He couldn't recall. "So what am Ah then? What are we?" he asked

Shiro hung his head, ashamed, his hair falling over his face like a veil. "What did you think we are? You seemed so insistent and lustful that day and I . . . I do like you, Jay, truly. I just . . . what do you want?"

The covers were thrown off in an arc and Jay grabbed his jeans off the floor, pulling them on one leg at a time. "Ah can't believe this. Fuckin' unreal. You're right, we was just a quick fuck like usual n' Godamnit Shiro, you're just like... like Kevin." The abused dog when he got caught for liking girls around Jay. Just like Kyle when he cheated on Jay. Just like that but different. He wasn't sure if he was more mad or insulted.

Though he didn't know the details of that particular relationship, it was easy enough to gather from the journals and gossip what the general trend had been for them. And while Shiro wanted to be angry and turn this on Jay (oh, how much easier that would have made it), his heart pounded in guilt and that damned voice of conscience screamed at him to fix this. He hopped off the bed and moved to intercept Jay, his usual self-consciousness of his exposed naked body ignored. "Wait. I'm sorry. I did not mean to hurt you. Please believe me. Do not go."

He stopped and for a second there, he looked as though he was going to shoulder his way past Shiro, but the apology stopped him, sincerity grounding a stubborn impulse to leave. "Datin' her but screwin' around with me - does she know?" he asked. Does she know you're gay even though you won't admit it?

"No." It went unsaid that Shiro had a decision to make, and the intensity in Jay's eyes made it clear what the right choice was. Kali never looked at him like that. "I will end it with her."

This had Jay settle on the bed and he pulled down on the hollows of his cheeks, gazing up at Shiro. "Just make sure it’s what you want," he said finally. "And be nice about it." Because he knew he would never want to hear that from someone he was supposedly going out with.

Shiro all but fell down onto the bed next to Jay, slightly relieved although the icy hand of anxiety still had a firm grip on his heart. "It would be better. She does not make me feel like you do. I . . . I need something right now that is good, given what has happened these past couple of months. Sometimes I cannot think and I have no peace. But here, at least, with you, I do. Idiotic and womanly as that may sound," he added self-deprecatingly.

He gazed down at the floor because that seemed to be the best place to look for the moment, picking at a stray strand of jeans that was hanging off from one of the tattered holes at his knees. His arm slipped behind Shiro but he didn't wrap it around him, instead, using it as a support to half lean into Shiro, half lean onto it as a casual way to show he supported it though he was still put off by the whole thing. "Why do you think you got no peace?" Can't think? He didn't understand that but the peace, Jay understood not having any of that. "Maybe you just got too much on your mind, like you carry too much." Like he was one to talk about this.

"I don't know." Sensing Jay's hesitation, Shiro didn't lean in as he would have liked to. Immediate drama done with, he felt a growing sense of self-consciousness and folded his hands over his lap. "Sometimes I just feel harried and distressed but I cannot pinpoint a cause. And then I cannot focus on anything and I get frustrated and . . . It is like my mind is trying to burst out of my head and flee."

"Sounds like you're running a circle marathon, but something's gotta start it. Somethin' always does." He was a firm believer in that.

"If I knew what it was, then I would be a much better person. I do not suppose that you have suddenly manifested telepathy and can help me, can you?"

"No," Jay snorted but even as he did that, he knew to drop it before it began. Crossing that bridge never did him any favors, not even now. His arm slipped flush to Shiro's back and his free hand lifted the smaller slender fingers, taking the time to lace them together. "Maybe..." he started. "Or Ah'ma pretty good reader of people. You don't need telepathy to fix your problems. Maybe you just need a little oil n' grease." Some attention.

"I am not sure that I understand that idiom." Shiro gently squeezed the bigger, more calloused hand that held his. He smiled lamely. "Although if you are trying to grease me up . . ."

"Ah might be tryin' to convince you that you look better in grease," he purred into Shiro's neck and suddenly drew away, pulling Shiro to stand up. "C'mon, get dressed. We'll go out n' do somethin'." He needed to get out, if only to ignore the glaring fact that Shiro was still dating someone and it tainted their time together for as long as she was in the picture. Not a good thing.