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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[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.]

[He breaks the kiss to pant, trying to reconcile his desire to keep his mouth on Gabriel's with his need to catch his breath. Neither fully wins out in the end, leaving Jack huffing against the side of Gabriel's face, hunching his shoulders as he rides out the rest of his orgasm and feels Gabe reach his release in turn. That's enough to pull another moan out of him, the satisfaction of knowing they can still do this together like they haven't lost a step.

It takes him a moment, but soon he's sinking into Gabriel's lap, pressing his forehead into his shoulder. He's silent for another few seconds before letting out a deep, contented exhale, his whole body relaxing with the noise.]

[Takes a while, or so it feels to Gabriel, for him to catch his own breath, swept away and having the mind to loosen his grip on Jack before it grew too painfully tight. Didn't let go, no, there'd probably be some bruising where his hand had grabbed hold of an arm, but let it remain there. Coasting along on that feeling, head tilted against Jack's as he listened to him breathing.

Couldn't fucking miss it.

Sank back against the couch, hand finally leaving their dicks and sort of thrown around Jack. Pulled him closer, head resting against the one at his shoulder. Some thought getting him to pull the fallen blanket better around them- half-assed as that might have been.]

[Jack is content to rest his head on Gabriel’s shoulder and catch his breath, only shifting to accommodate sinking back against the couch. That hand grips his arm too tight, but he doesn’t mind, relishing every inch and feeling of the moment. If there are bruises, they’ll be wiped away by his accelerated healing sooner rather than later, he’ll wear them with pride while he can—a reminder.

All he really wants to do is stay exactly where they are, Gabriel’s arms around him, but after a moment he starts to get a little too uncomfortable. He pulls himself off Gabe’s lap and settles in next to him, shrugging the blanket off his shoulder a bit. He doesn’t really need it, after all that.]

Warm enough yet?

[Definitely got his blood flowing, and Gabriel stretched out a little -back arching away from the back of the couch- before slumping right back against it once Jack settled beside him. Something to shake out a bit of that feeling after sitting curled up with him in his lap, some low sound that could have been a chuckle that came out more as a sigh.

Weird but deep sound.]

Warmed up better than what the coffee would have done.

[He laughs, but only stays on the couch another few moments before he straightens, standing and beginning his search for something he can use to--]

Let me clean you up.

[There isn't much in the safe house, but he manages to produce a clean towel. Jack takes a moment to wipe the quickly-drying come off his stomach before kneeling in front of Gabriel and giving him the same treatment. He's careful, gentle, and he meets Gabriel's eyes as he does it, the ghost of a smile on his face.]

Well, you are the one who made the mess.

[Like he didn't help. Still, there was something like a held back chuckle there in his voice, head tilted as he watched Jack in his little hunt for something to use.

Doesn't hurt that he relaxes a bit further, reaching a hand without second thought to just brush his knuckles against Jack's cheek. Brief, but still a careful sort of touch and a faint smile that would be missed by anyone else. Spent long enough together, be harder for Jack to.]

I warned you.

[That there was going to be a mess. Jack doesn't mind, and he's diligent in his cleanup, even as he imagines that the towel is a little rough. He holds it out for Gabriel's hands, and then he's crawling back onto the couch, pulling up his shorts and settling into Gabriel's side.]

No complaining.

[Snorted-] I can give you that.

[Hands were cleaned and the towel was given a brief look before it was being tossed aside; not to be lost, but to just be dealt with later, wasn't about to get up just for that. Even balled it up so most of the mess was inside all of that cloth.

Tucking himself back in, head rolled back against the couch with a slightly over-dramatic huff. Leaning against Jack as the corner of his mouth twitched.]

Clean up well enough.

[For all Jack cares, they can just leave the towel--who knows when this safe house will see use again? He knows, however, that they'll both clean the place before they go, but it's a nice thought. Shirking responsibility.

He can worry about that--and everything else on the other side of this safehouse--later. For now, he wants to have Gabriel while he still can, shifting so that he can kiss Gabriel right where his mouth twitches.]

Least I could do.

[Wasn't like there was anyone around to -or could- tell them to do anything, almost like a breather away from everything. Even with the damned cold, even if Gabriel could have done without that bit, just his luck-

... Not that it was all bad, eyes rolling at the kiss even as his head tilted to press a quick peck in return, chuckling lowly.]

Uh huh. Goodness of your heart and all.

That's what I said, wasn't it?

[Jack leans in a little more to press his lips to the underside of Gabe's chin, catching the edge of his beard and grinning against him. Maybe that's not exactly what he said, but it's possible the sentiment is there.]

You're lucky.

Close enough.

[Let out a breath, more of a sigh than anything, and Gabriel carefully tucked an arm around Jack while tilting his head. Giving his size a squeeze. Take this much now.]

Sure you're not the lucky one?

I feel a little bit lucky.

[But only a little bit.]

Not gonna sit around and stroke your ego.

Rather leave any stroking up to me?

[The set-up was there, and there was that damned smirk right there soon as the words left his mouth.]

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