Trouble only knocks when no one else is home

[oneblackcat]

It was shaping up to be a quiet evening. Goku was with Sanzo until tomorrow, and while there were several potential family members to look to between siblings and in-laws, Omi wasn't so eager to give up a chance to relax in peace. He had articles to read, some code to putz with, and a new caramel-pecan coffee flavor to try. Said coffee was already brewing, filling the air with a distinctly nutty aroma. The holographic display in the living room was set to split-screen between the code file and a live preview, curtains already closed and lights low.

While the coffee finished, he went about the apartment picking up little bits of clutter that always seemed to collect during the week. He didn't mind it in doses, but he didn't want it getting out of control, either.

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[oneblackcat]

Without Akaya's movements guiding his own, Omi probably would have forgotten to keep dancing. It was a little too easy to get caught up in kissing. Especially as it seemed to be escalating quickly, a fact to which Omi did not object. He greeted Akaya's tongue with his own and a soft moan that likely wasn't audible over the music-- but might have been felt through their joined mouths.

[crimsonmoon]

[ Fast forwarding a tiny bit, if that's ok... ]

The crowd and music rang in his ears, but they sounded muffled. Maybe it was the surging sensation in his head, kind of an impulsive, feral thing that took over as the light buzz of alcohol hummed under his skin. How they ended up against the wall of the hallway connecting the main dance floor to the VIP lounge, he couldn't say. When you're in the midst of a surging body mass, you follow the flow. And the whole way there, they hadn't stopped, lip locked, hip to hip and fingers pushing into hair as they groped and grinded to the beat.

[oneblackcat]

Whatever thoughts Omi had of leaving a few minutes ago were forgotten, lost and buried under the cloud of being horny and just on the edge of drunk. Akaya wasn't helping, either. His energy was infectious and enabling. Omi found himself fully swept into the current of the moment, with the beat of the music throbbing through his shoes and the wall against which they leaned.

Having never been in the club before, he wasn't really sure where the hall led, or if they were still following it. It didn't matter that much, as long as there were fewer people than the dance floor. He wanted more space. More privacy. More this. He pressed his body forward, sandwiching Akaya more firmly against the wall and dropping his hands down to the man's hips. He hooked his fingers in the belt loops as though to lock their hips tighter together.

[crimsonmoon]

The hall was darker than the strobed dance floor, but the beats of the music could still be felt through the floor, the wall. Akaya couldn't help but think how hot this was, a body pressing hard against his, grinding to the music's rhythm. He slid his hand to Omi's waist, pushing under the hem of his shirt to get to the skin underneath. He ran the palm across the waist and to the small of his back to pull him even closer still, deepening the kiss with a feverish growl.

[oneblackcat]

Omi didn't think it was possible for them to get any closer together without being naked, but he liked Akaya's hands slipping under his shirt in the back just the same. He mirrored the gesture, leaving the belt hooks for the waistline at Akaya's hips. His fingertips sought out the hem and trapped themselves between those tight jeans and the skin underneath. He couldn't really move them to the back given Akaya's position against the wall, so instead he contented himself to this slighter escalation and the signal it contained: if Akaya wanted to bypass the barrier of clothing in their touching, Omi was more than game.

[crimsonmoon]

Clothes were cumbersome things sometimes, Akaya thought fleetingly as he felt Omi's hands around the hem of his jeans. What the hell was he waiting for? A hint? You would think that sucking his tongue while groping his bare back was hint enough. Akaya pulled him closer by the hand he now had on the back, riding up his hip with his leg he hooked around Omi's.

[oneblackcat]

He's clearly still too sober for this scene. Omi isn't used to this. There's moving fast, which he's done more than once before with a more dominant partner, and then there's this, where he's steering but at someone else's pace-- and one that's faster than what he usually takes when he's in charge. He probably should simply stop thinking about it and do what he wants.

But there's another side of Omi that is a little too sensible for that, even on the line between tipsy and drunk. He's still got enough of his judgment around for that: don't lose sight of where you are, who's around you, what could happen if you aren't careful. And you really, really ought to...

"I should really be heading home," he breathes, as his hand slides down between the tight space of Akaya's tummy and waistband for bare touch.

[crimsonmoon]

There's sensible, and then there's Akaya. He's got a reputation to protect, an image to market. His agent will probably be unhappy, but fuck him. It's not like sex appeal (or availability) is the thing he wants to sell himself on. At the end of the day, it's about the music.

And besides, he's enjoying himself far too much to think about the consequences.

He chuckles darkly as he feels Omi's hand over his stomach.

"Go, then," he says daringly. If Omi wants to stop, then stop.

[oneblackcat]

"You like pushing your luck, don't you?" Omi asks in the same voice. He doesn't want to go, but he also doesn't like the idea of just capitulating to that dare. Sure, it's just flirty banter, but that's part of what makes it hard to bow to.

"What if I did?" He challenges back.

[crimsonmoon]

"Hm."

Akaya's hand slides down to Omi's hip where it grips him and pulls him just close enough to make sure he knows what he'll be missing if he does go. He leans in and laughs beside his ear.

"That'll be a shame."

[oneblackcat]

"It would, wouldn't it?"

He likes the attitude. Confident bordering on cocky, teasing, daring. It's exciting. He likes that hand on his hip too, and the feeling of being tugged in just a bit closer. He ought to go home, but at this point, it was unlikely he'd be able to sleep anyway.

"Isn't there anywhere more private, then? I'm just selfish enough to not want to share."

[crimsonmoon]

Cocky might be right, but Akaya already knows that Omi's not going anywhere. He's got a hunch about these things, and he's almost always right. Which is why he grins smugly by Omi's ear.

"Selfish? Or shy?"

What's a little exhibition in a dark hallway? No one's really looking.

[oneblackcat]

Excuse: called! Akaya is right that Omi isn't very keen on getting down and dirty in front of other people, and Omi's cheeks darken under the safety of the lightless hallway. But hearing the smugness in Akaya's voice makes it like a dare. Omi responds with a push of the hand under the waist of Akaya's pants, pinchingly tight against his wrist, down until he can close his fingers around him.

"If you think I'm shy, get me alone with you. I'll show you how wrong you are."

[crimsonmoon]

Oh ho, well now. Omi will find that Akaya is quite amenable to that grip that's far from shy. He pulls back just enough to rest his head against the wall and look him in the face.

"Where you wanna go?"

[oneblackcat]

"Back room, office, I don't care. Somewhere with a door." Preferably one that locked, but this possibly wasn't the best place to be picky. If it wasn't the bathroom and wasn't out in public, that would work.

[crimsonmoon]

"A door."

He grins.

"Then find one."

What, did you expect Akaya to do the work for you?

[oneblackcat]

"You're the one who knows this place!" Omi protests.

[crimsonmoon]

"And you're the one who wants the door."

No shame.

[oneblackcat]

Omi quirks a grin.

"You're kind of an asshole sometimes, aren't you?"

And he probably gets away with it constantly-- it's disgusting how well he wears it. Omi leans in until their noses touch.

"Let's put it this way: if I have to find it, it takes that much longer before we get back to having fun. We both want to minimize that time, right? So it's in your best interest to help me."

[crimsonmoon]

"Good point."

He reaches down and grabs him by the wrist: the one Omi had down his pants.

"This way." He nods toward the back of the club and pulls him along.

[oneblackcat]

Omi lets himself be led towards the back of the club until Akaya takes them into what appears to be a small office with little more than a desk and a couple of chairs. It works.

He closes the door and props one of the chairs against it with the back wedged under the knob to prevent anyone from walking in. Then, without any further word or delay, begins hastily removing his clothes.

[crimsonmoon]

The chair against the door seems to amuse Akaya a little. How quaint! He grins and shrugs out of his jacket, letting it fall on the floor. His shirt is off too by the time he's reaching for Omi and shoving him against the wall. His hand is helpfully yanking off the button of Omi's fly.

"What will you do if someone pushes in?" he asks with a smirk.

[oneblackcat]

Hey some people are more modest than others. Omi isn't ashamed of being sexually active but that doesn't make him eager for anyone to see him in the act.

Caution can only go so far, though, and with the chair against the knob, Omi is done. He matches that shove with tugging Akaya in closer and smattering kisses over his neck and collarbone. His hands fumble with the musician's pants.

"If they're that desperate to get in I don't care. They can watch."

[crimsonmoon]

"Really?" he says, grinning beside Omi's ear while those kisses land on his neck. "You're not gonna blush? I wanted to see that."

He reaches behind to grab him by the ass and gives him a squeeze.

[oneblackcat]

Omi grins back into Akaya's collarbone as the dark-haired musician gropes him. He lets himself sink lower and issues a quick, light bite to an exposed nipple-- not enough to hurt, but maybe enough for a jolt if that wasn't the sort of move you were expecting out of him.

"Looks like you'll have to make that happen another way, then. Good luck."

If that sounds like a challenge, it absolutely is.