bakerstreet | and since we've no place to go

and since we've no place to go

❄ it's quiet
and the snow's beautiful tonight

snowfall;

stage i; none, streets are already blanketed in white.
stage ii; very light and intermittent.
stage iii; light - moderate. lasts longer periods.
stage iv; continuous, heavy snowfall.
stage v; the hardest of cores - blizzards, snowstorms, you name it.

scenarios;

① fuck the police, this is the best time for a walk. hope you've got a nice thick coat on.
② stranded in the buttcrack of nowheresville? weren't you watching the time? now you've gone and missed that last bus out of there. or maybe you're lost, somehow. what do?
③ literally chilling, in this weather, is quite easy to do. sitting around relaxing in it is a wee more difficult, but sometimes much more enjoyable, especially if shelter can be found. the snow is beautiful to watch, after all.
④ the weather's not going to stop you. your snow fort's packed full of ammo and ready to go. those aren't snow angels over there; they mark where the poor souls you've downed have fallen. be careful with that snowman's head!!
⑤ you're about fifty miles from civilization but there's a roof over your head, so never mind the chilly draught, right? right. you mightn't be the only one lucky enough to stumble upon this little shelter, though. remember to share the blanket.
⑥ everyone stuck outside should be jelly. you've got a fireplace and hot cocoa and damn if it isn't awesome. a heater's not quite so romantic, but it'd do. there'd better be a backup generator in case the power trips.
⑦ mix and match, or make up your own.

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[A tall order, that moan not missed and manages to tug a deeper sound. More a growl than anything else for the moment, rumbling all the same. The chill having a moment to creep in, Gabriel caught watching Jack, and the cold was the farthest thing from his mind; his shiver caused by something else entirely.

Nails dug a little into skin, even as his head tilted into Jack's hands, huffing out a breath as a faint smirk tugged at his lips. A warmth in his gaze—

Gabe pulled him closer by that grip, rolling hips up against Jack in a slow and deliberate grind while his head moved forwards. Teeth grazing the side of Jack's neck, a low groan muffled as lips sealed against flesh, aiming to leave the first of a few marks.]

[Jack wants to commit Gabriel's expression to memory, and for a long moment he just looks at him, trying to take in every detail of that little smirk, the affection in his eyes. It twists something in his chest, but not in a bad way--more bittersweet than anything, thinking about how they can't go back from here. Even this will be fleeting, responsibility and professionalism getting in the way like it always does.

Gabriel certainly isn't cold now, even as they're steadily decreasing the amount of clothing between them. He's not worried about coming out of this with marks (his uniform covers almost everything, after all), and he cranes his neck readily, practically inviting Gabe to do whatever her likes.

He'll go one further while all this happens, shifting his hands to the front of Gabriel's pants, starting to fumble for his belt.]

[Might be some regret later, this stolen moment, or it could just be some fond memory of something despite how bittersweet. That bit of knowledge that under different circumstances- didn't matter. Things were as they were and he was going to take it for what it was.

Jack gave all the permission he needed, palm of his hand rested against the back of his head and curled into his hair to keep his head tilted back. Worry at skin with his teeth and even biting down hard enough that it didn't quite hurt before soothing over it with his lips. Tailing down along Jack's throat like that, moving towards his chest.

Gabriel bit down harder at Jack's collarbone, sucking on skin as he hummed, shifting to lean back as hips shifted to try and give him that much more room to get a handle on his belt. Gabe's other hand rested down the back of Jack's pants again, thumb rubbing just above the cleft of his ass as fingers squeezed.]

I'm going to get in trouble if someone sees that.

[Because Gabriel is definitely sucking hard enough to leave a mark. There's a grin in Jack's voice, however, the slightest hint of smugness that indicates he does not at all care if someone catches the Strike Commander with a hickey. If anyone even bothers to address him about it--likely they won't, which makes the comment all that more pointless.

He's sort of getting a kick out of the thought, anyway.

A contented noise rumbles through his chest as Gabriel nips at his collarbone, and he pulls the belt apart, making quick work of the button and zipper. His hand teases the front of the shorts underneath, fingers dipping below the elastic rim.]

[He brushed a thumb slowly over the already dark mark, smirk hidden as Gabriel took a moment—]

Maybe I should leave a few more, since you're already going to get in trouble.

[Ifs, pointless, but there was still some twist of amusement in his words, spoken against skin as they were so lips still brushed against jack's collarbone. Nipping with a bite as if to show he was fully willing to follow through.

Temporary as they would be, fade away as all bruising did.

Of course he rolled his hips slowly from the tease of touch and fingers, Gabe dragging his hand back around with a slight scratching of nails at Jack's hip. Continued to drag over fabric before cupping him through his pants, palm pressing against Jack's clothed cock, squeezing as his thumb rubbed some idle circle.]

Do your worst.

[It's all just posturing, anyway. Their accelerated healing will ensure that any bruises or marks are wiped away within hours, making this little exchange even more pointless. There's really nothing to worry about, but perhaps it's exciting to pretend like there is.

He grunts a little as he fights Gabriel's hands, now at the same level as his, but eventually he relents, shifting his hips so that he can pitch up into the waiting hand. Jack relents after a moment, slipping his own hand out of the way and settling it around Gabriel's backside, a momentary concession, at least until he can find the opportunity.]

Well, since I have your permission-

[Posturing, challenging, pushing the other one way or another. Always had in some way or the other, even if none of this mattered in the end and nothing was left behind to keep it real. Didn't matter, didn't fucking matter. Still sucked hard on skin, bit down hard enough to leave impressions along with every mark.

Could feel Gabriel's chuckle against skin at the little hand fight, arching a little where he pressed up against Jack, hands momentarily trapped. Fingers curled and pressed, thumbing at the zipper almost idly as teeth grazed skin again. Didn't bother with the button yet, let alone any belt, carefully dragging nails against fabric, enough to be felt.]

[Jack arches into him, groaning a little to encourage Gabriel more than anything else. As soon as he has his opening, he's clawing at Gabriel's button and zipper again, trying to maneuver and fumble his hands around wrists and forearms. The mouth and lips and teeth working his collarbone just makes him want to get the both of them out of their pants and grinding together as soon as he possibly can.

He twists his neck to try and kiss what bare skin he can, but mostly ends up breathing open-mouthed on Gabriel's cheek as he tries desperately to get pants open faster.]

[Didn't even try to stop the low chuckle, muffled against skin as the sound was. Made it more a rumble in Gabriel's chest. A finger looped behind the top of Jack's pants where that button remained fastened, just to keep one arm right where it was, just at first.

Huffing a hot breath against skin.] Impatient.

[Not that he didn't stretch himself, hips lifted just to 'help' along in getting his pants opened without being that much help at all. Stopped playing around long enough to finally pop that button as his hand smacked the side of Jack's leg. Lift up. Catching fingers at the front of underwear and tugging them down, because maybe he was a bit impatient himself.]

I want you.

[He almost blurts it, an excuse and a declaration all at once. How can Gabriel expect him to wait? Besides, Jack has always been a little headstrong--this is no exception, apparently. He's going to take what he wants when he can get it.

As soon as Gabriel gives him the relief of those released buttons, Jack is helping him tug boxers down over his cock, moving his leg when instructed to. He's practically in Gabriel's lap, pushing his hips forward to grind against him, more than a little desperate for purchase.]

[Would be lying to try and deny that those words had a shudder run through him, tongue flicking over his lower lip. Even if waiting could be half the fun, maybe drawing it out for much longer was going to be thrown out the window in favor of other things.

The sort of impatience he could get into alright-

Catching Jack by the hip, more to pull him closer than try and stop him.] Say it again.

[Half demand and half something else, Gabriel taking over in freeing himself from fabric, all in some effort to catch both cocks in one hand with a light squeeze. Keep Jack from rutting against his stomach alone.]

[Ordinarily, Jack might want to make Gabriel work for a repeat performance of those three little words--they aren't easily given, and they hold a certain amount of weight that he tries to withhold until it's earned. Now, however, he's so desperate for this contact that he can't bring himself to care, gasping against Gabriel's neck as he finally, finally pulls his cock out and starts grinding them together.]

I want you.

[He offers it as a growl, almost demanding, a threat that warns Gabriel not to stop.]

[There's something to be said in keeping a deliberately slow pace to help build up desperation to work up something that would take a little more to get. Hell, the repetition of those three little words earns Jack a nice squeeze to go with his grinding. Gabriel rocking his own hips to add a little more friction as he groaned, eyes fluttered closed for a moment-]

Just what I wanted to hear.

[Couldn't have gotten better with that growling threat added, rumbling his reply.]

[Of course it is--he and Gabriel are much more similar than either of them would like to admit, but he's sure they both know it deep down. They respond to challenges the same way, and it means they know just how to push each other's buttons. It's like being caught in a perpetual match of tug-of-war, which can often be frustrating, but right now he wouldn't want it any other way.

His mouth searches for Gabriel's again as he foregoes any more words, grinding into the waiting palm.]

[Didn't even have to move his own hips with Jack putting himself to work for more friction, all too happy to catch his mouth. Any noises muffled into it as his fingers curled tighter around both of them for a moment before stroking. Lips parting in a gasp as hips bucked on their own into both his hand and against Jack.

Catching the back of Jack's head with his other hand to keep it in place, not wanting to break that kiss. Gabriel kept taking and actual gave back, keeping the both of them tugging back and fourth.]

[If not for Gabriel's hand at the back of his head, Jack might let it fall back completely, surrendering himself to the heat of the moment and letting Gabriel take what he wants. As it stands, he stays locked in the kiss, probing Gabe's mouth with his tongue, giving his hips another hard grind.

He outright moans at that, pitching himself up on his knees, blunt fingernails clawing at the back of Gabriel's shirt.]

Give it to me, Gabe. Come on.

[Come on. Give it to him. Had Gabriel growling against Jack's mouth, wasn't ready to let him go from there just yet. Words were clear enough anyway. Pulled him closer with the hand that had been at his head, scratching down his back instead to keep him there.

Fingers squeezed around the both of them, a little short of breath, pumping them together with a picked up pace. Let his mouth go as Gabriel set lips against Jack's throat again, moaning against skin. Nails dragging from his back to grip at his ass instead.]

[As soon as he's released, Jack outright pants against him, arching into his hand and taking all the air out from between them. He grinds hard, desperate for purchase against the hand that holds them together and pumps them both. Drawing himself up on his knees gives him a little more leverage, which he uses immediately to put more of his weight into the arrangement.

Gabriel's hands on his ass certainly don't hurt.]

That's it.

[It's gasped against him, a sigh.]

[He leaned back against the couch, growling just under his breath as he kept that grip on Jack's ass, keeping him pulled close, angling his own hips. Had to change his grip on their dicks, picking back up with a squeeze, rocking up and shuddering. Finally letting a moan out without trying to hold a damn thing back with those noises.

Gave Jack's ass a squeeze, nails biting against skin-]

Keep moving.

[Let go of whatever the hell was causing him to hold back.]

You don't have to tell me twice.

[He barely gasps that out, any words suddenly too much in the face of what they're doing instead, what's more important. Jack drives relentlessly into Gabriel's waiting hand, the friction of that and their cocks together. Jack knows that as soon as he picks up the pace, he isn't going to last much longer, so he might as well do some of the work before that happens.

He crushes his mouth over Gabriel's again, an attempt to silence himself more than anything.]

[Jack's mouth is welcome, maybe more than not having to make the effort of forming words. Already swiping his tongue between lips in some request, wanting more in this moment.

Gabriel grinds himself against Jack's cock, into his own hand as he continues pumping and working the both of them in it the best he can. Thumb swiping across tips, some growled moan muffled against lips as his eyes close tightly for a moment. Getting closer, trying to drive the both of them there, hell his other hand was gripping tighter onto Jack as if holding onto him would do any good, a lifeline of sorts.

Pre already smeared against skin, something else making the movements of his hand easier.]

[He's more than content to part his lips for Gabriel, welcoming him in and kissing him desperately. Thoughts of the cold have completely escaped him by now, the warmth of their bodies pressed together chasing away any thoughts of the snow outside. Everything zeroes down to Gabriel, and it reminds him so much of how things used to be that he physically aches, and that thought is more than enough to drive him over the edge.

He shudders, gasping into Gabriel's mouth, losing control of the way he keeps driving his hips into that waiting palm.]

[That welcome was all he needed, kissing back just as desperately as a louder moan was muffled by Jack's mouth. Some strange bit of relief taken in it, breath of fresh air for a smothered man or something, and there was only them. Way it could have been but never would be now, a thought easily knocked away, right with the cold, tongue soon finding Jack's own.

Squeezed around both their cocks and there may have been a muffled whimper when he came not long after. Hand not grasping the both of them drawing Jack closer, needing more of that contact. Pumping and stroking, even as movements grew erratic.]

[Jack comes unashamedly with a drawn-out groan, hips still pitching into Gabriel's waiting hand even as he spills all over him. It's the mess he promised, but he isn't going to worry about it in the moment, not when he needs Gabriel's release, too.

His hands come up to cup either side of Gabriel's face, kissing him with the explicit intent to encourage. All the while, he works his hips as well as he can.]

[A mess that would be dealt with later, all of his attention more focused on Jack himself. His mouth, the kiss, his movements, and that built up feeling that had pooled and practically burned in the best of ways. Too much and not enough-

Was enough to push him over that edge, add on to that mess as Gabriel came only seconds after Jack. Takes a while before he can even steady his hand, breath shuddering as he still grinds up against him and his hand.]

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