save_the_souls | driftfleet ♪ IC Contact: Year Two

Y-Yeah, yeah, I'm fine! I mean, I'm...

[He lifts up his hands to show that they're shaking a bit there, and his voice does so a little too. So yeah, fine, but also full of nervous energy and adrenaline and some fear, but not at what Allen did. Far from what Allen did.]

I've never had, uh... one of those pointed at me before.

[He makes a sympathetic sound]

Ah- no wonder you're all shaken up. [He gets it, it's scary. As they reach the ship, he'll hit the button for the door to open up] I know I didn't like seeing it pointed at you either.

[A gun pointed at his boyfriend? How about no]

Ha, no kidding! I think you crushed that guy's soul too.

[The door opens, and Clay gets the hell on. SF Starlight has been like LA in a lot of ways, or like a big city in general, and this is no different. It's the seedy area that he avoids in his own city, and for good reason.

Once Allen's on with him, he pushes the button to shut the door behind them, and he lets out a shaky mix between a laugh and a sigh.]

I knew you could bend ice picks with your arm, but somehow I didn't think you could crush guns with it. [The thought makes him turn back to look at him] Your hand's okay, right?

Ha- I just hope I deterred him from acting like that again. Even a crimelord should pay his employees.

[Since killing anyone you please is no way to run anything- even organized crime. But he can't help but feel relief when they are both inside. And he'll wave his left hand in front of Clay to show it's okay]

Mm, it's fine! Both ice picks and guns are metal, after all.

[He lets out a little sigh of relief at that]

That's good.

[And while Allen's got his hand lifted up, Clay catches it with both his own, then pulls it towards him enough to press a kiss against the palm, then maneuvers it to rest his cheek against it. Yeah, he knows Allen can't really feel those sensations, but the affection he feels for him is still there, and it wouldn't have mattered if it was the right or left arm.

... Well, affection and something else. And with that thought, he'll take that hand and hold it as he moves towards the pilot's station.]

Heeey, I'm gonna put the ship in auto-pilot, okay? It should get us back fine.

[Even if the feeling is limited in that hand, he can still feel the warmth coming from Clay and still feel the love that those gestures are supposed to mean. It makes him smiled, relived that they'd managed to get through this alright.]

[Though...he's a bit confused when Clay says that.]

Um...alright. Do you feel too shaky to fly?

Uh... kind of? Actually...

[He stops and turns in the hallway until his back is to the wall, and he takes both of Allen's hands now - god, just being like this is a turn on, though he's a little unsure about admitting - ]

It might be because you crushing that gun was the hottest thing I've ever seen.

[That. And he blushes upon admitting it, because man, he never knew he'd find it hot as hell and yet he did.]

[He laughs, mostly in surprise because what]

Excuse me? It's what?

Really hot? And, I mean, if you want...

[Since wow does he know how weird this sounds, but he'll let go of Allen's hands to rest his own against Allen's cheeks, not making any further move until he knows his boyfriend's okay with it.]

I really, really want you.

Ah- wow.

[He laughs again, feeling his cheeks flush a little. Since honestly, he was not expecting this sort of reaction from his actions. He was just trying to keep them safe. ]

Well...we don't have to meet anyone anywhere soon, do we?

Mm, nope.

[He grins, taking that as permission, and moves one hand down to Allen's hip while the other slides down to cup the back of his neck.]

And auto-pilot's pretty slow. We've got time. Oh, and...

[He leans in to whisper near Allen's ear:]

You're getting half of the payment. [He sways his hip a bit, indicating the rolls of credits in his pocket.]

[He makes a "hmmmm" sound followed by a chuckle]

You know, I would've said yes even without the payment.

[But then again, money sure is nice. He gives Clay a coy smile as he pulls away]

But alright. Get everything ready to go, and then meet me in your quarters.

And I would've paid you even if you said no. For protecting me.

[Allen didn't have to take time out of his day to come along, after all, and he did save him. That definitely counts for something.

Once Allen pulls away though, Clay gives a big grin and an enthusiastic double thumbs up, then leans in to give him a quick kiss on the lips before he heads off towards the pilot's station.]

Be there soon!

[He grins and pulls away after that kiss, holding his index finger up as a suave gesture before heading off for Clay's quarters]

[And Clay's quick to put the ship into auto-pilot once he's there, and then he lets out a deep, long sigh, tapering it off with a bit of laughter.

Good lord, what is up with him? This isn't the way he thought he'd react to Allen using his strength for something like that, and he knows Allen didn't think he would either. Is it weird? It's weird to him. And of course the adrenaline is still playing a part, and of course he's still scared. That image of the gun being pointed at him and the terrifying feelings it produced probably won't leave him for a little while.

But god, the way Allen just effortlessly crushed that weapon, how he's just - how he's so strong and yet so gentle, so careful and caring with him... Clay knows that Allen could hold on to him too tightly, hurt him easily. But he didn't, he never has, and he never would, and Clay trusts that implicitly, could never doubt it.

Maybe that's why it's such a turn-on to him, he muses as he stops by the Lab Support area that they finally, finally have. There's so much power that Allen has, but Clay knows he'd never use it against anyone who didn't deserve it. He'd use them to protect them, and god, he can't help it. He wants to be held down, pushed to the limit, screwed so hard that he can barely even talk, let alone think after it -

And oh, that makes him cover his blushing face in his hand as he heads to his room with the supplies, already so turned on. He knows there's no one else on the ship, but he still hurries as if a crewmate will round the corner and see him in such an embarrassing state any moment now.

It doesn't take long for Clay to give a little knock on his door to let Allen know he's there, then open it up.]

Sorry - I'm still not really used to having a med bay. [And so maybe he got a little lost, but he still hurried, so it's not like he's late or anything.]

[Allen understood what was going on with Clay about as well as Clay did- as in, not very well at all. It wasn't like he was expecting a reaction like this. But with his own adrenaline pumping from what happened, he was more willing to shrug it off and just go with it. He wasn't one to object to more intimate time with Clay.]

[So by the time Clay finally gets to the room, Allen's sitting on the bed. His boots, weapons and socks have been removed and set aside. He leans back as he looks at him]

It's alright. [It wasn't like Clay took that long, honestly. But he'll smile at him] So what would you like to do?

[Once Clay finishes talking, he slides down the ladder, slowing down on the last few rungs to give a little jump off. He toes off his own shoes by the time Allen asks that question, and he pauses, feeling his cheeks burn at what he really wants to do.]

Uh. I...

[Oh man. First, Clay needs to stop feeling so embarrassed to even get the words properly out. He takes off his socks, letting them join his shoes, then moves to sit on the bed beside Allen as he sets his visor aside.]

I kind of want... [He bites his bottom lip, glancing away, before he ticks his gaze back up at him.] Hold on -

[Better to wipe away the embarrassing feelings by turning them into something else. With that in mind, Clay leans forward to kiss Allen, one hand lifting to cup his cheek as he ramps up the passion of the kiss. There we go, action is starting to make him feel not so awkward about his wants.]

[Well, Allen knew Clay long enough from how he was acting that he had something in mind, but he getting too bashful to actually say it.]

Mm?

[But oh, it looks like Clay was going to try for some action first. Which, Allen was fine with that, he'll move to return the kiss- bringing himself closer and reaching out to rest his hand on Clay's shoulder as they kiss.]

[Clay can't help shifting closer during the kiss, pressing himself up against Allen as much as he can in their current position. He moves his legs to get them both up on the bed, hoping to make his next action easier; one hand slides up his torso, feeling along the muscles that he can feel from above the shirt with appreciation. Once it reaches Allen's shoulder, he holds on to it, the other hand moving to the back of his head to attempt to keep contact between their mouths as he starts to lean backward, pulling his boyfriend with him, until his back is against the bed.

Okay. Now that he's like this? It's way easier to throw that shyness of his aside. His desire is far outweighing the bashfulness, and once the kiss breaks, he curls his fingers to grip Allen's hair as he whispers near his ear:]

I want you to screw me senseless.

[He gets pulled closer and down towards the bed. He has to readjust himself as he gets pulled down, moving his legs so they are more straddling Clay, with his arms on each side of Clay's head as they wrap up that kiss.]

[When Clay whispers, he feels a shudder of energy go down his neck. He always did love it when he heard Clay talking dirty like that. Words that'd normally be forbidden in any other situation but here. So he's grinning as he looks down at Clay]

Is that right...?

[Clay's grinning as well as he lowers his head back down on the pillow, back arched slightly as if he wants their bodies touching, already wanting to feel his boyfriend pressed up against him.]

Mmhmm. [He moves both hands to let his fingers trial down Allen's chest, keeping eye contact all the while. And he knows full well that Allen likes the dirty talk just as much as he does, so he'll kick up a notch.] I want you to fuck me right into the mattress.

[Well, you can't say that Clay isn't being direct by what he wants. And Allen couldn't see why he couldn't do that for him- they've done this enough times where Allen knew what he was doing. Hell, it even sounded fun.]

Well, since you're asking so nicely...

[He leans down to give Clay a rough kiss, one of his hands on Clay's chest to help pin him against the bed. He keeps it up for a bit, rough and passionate - enough time to get into the mood for this. Then he pulls away, so he can lean down and whisper back in Clay's wear]

I'll fuck you so hard you'll see stars.

[The kiss has him reeling, and he curls his fingers into Allen's shirt as he returns it just as roughly, just as passionately. The feeling of being pinned down like this by so much strong than him and knowing he has nothing to worry about - god, it's an amazing feeling.

And when Allen pulls back and whispers that into his ear... Clay visibly shudders, biting lightly at his lower lip as he smiles around it. He shuts his eyes and shifts his legs a bit, squirming in delight from the feelings just that alone gave him.]

Mmm, yes. [He moves one hand to grip Allen's ponytail, the action a bit rougher than the way he'd usually do so, and pulls his head back to look up at him again.] Please, Allen.

[It was hard not to notice Clay's reaction when it was so blatant. It was clear he was really into this, really excited about the idea of doing this. Which honestly, was a bit infectious for Allen, making him feel excited as well. The harder pulling of his hair and the "please" only strengthen the feeling.]

[So, he gets to work, he pulls back enough so that he can move properly and starts using his hands to yank that tie Clay had been wearing for the meeting off of him as quickly as he can. As he works:]

Is this your shirt or mine?

[At least Allen actually knows how to get the tie off, whereas Clay would just pull on it until it came loose somehow. He pulls himself up just enough to lean back on his elbows, tilting his head back slightly so that Allen can have room to work.]

Too tight around the chest and shoulders? Definitely yours.