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It started off normal enough.
It had everything that Sami-and-Jey usually had and caused all of the reactions that Sami-and-Jey usually caused.
The two of them had been bitching at each other for going on twenty minutes. Jimmy seemed to be damn near ready to absorb his twin bodily despite being nearly 4 decades out of the womb. Solo even looked like he was close to interjecting, though likely on the side of the enemy much to Jey’s aching dismay.
Once the argument had crossed the 30-minute threshold, Jimmy and Solo had given up and split, leaving them to argue by themselves down the thankfully empty hallway on their way to the parking garage.
As they walked into the dimly lit concrete maze, their bickering crossed a line like it often did when the lines were always moving. Sami said something rude. Jey called him a less than kind name. Sami shoved Jey. Jey shoved Sami. Usually, this is when Sami would try to take the high road and end it by making some remark about tattling to Roman. It was all pretty standard.
This time around, though, Sami’s inane response had been to shove Jey roughly up against a solid pillar, closing him in with his whole body.
In and of itself, it wasn’t anything too shocking or out of the ordinary for their line of work. It wasn’t even that irregular for specifically the two of them. Jey should be used to it. Not only that, but he should be pissed, kicking and scratching to fight back, not –
Sami was hot, heated, and stretching himself desperately to try to tower over Jey despite their even height. It was almost pathetic. But something about it settled static-y in Jey’s head in a way he couldn’t even begin to explain.
Jey tried to put up a front, contorted his features into something resembling threatening. Maybe for once it would make Sami take a swing and start a real fight. That had to be the better outcome than whatever the hell this was. Sami was still running his mouth like he always did, but it just brushed against Jey’s ears as a dull, steady hum. Everything that hit his senses landed melted and fuzzy.
With shaky breaths and unfocused eyes, Jey took stock of every point of contact between them. The heat between their bodies was overwhelming. He felt a bead of sweat roll down the side of his forehead.
Sami didn’t press any closer, only sort of vaguely hovered with his hands fisted in Jey’s shirt, knuckles pressing into the divots around his collarbones. His running commentary trailed off when he saw the sweat drip down over Jey’s cheek, though, and he went quiet. He glanced up, then down, taking in whatever he seemed to feel emanating off of Jey.
Something shifted in his eyes, then, and he smirked.
Jey opened his mouth to question what exactly Sami thought he was doing, but then, Sami’s thigh shoved its way between Jey’s, and Jey’s breath caught as he nearly swallowed his own tongue.
He was hard.
The awareness of it struck him with a speed and force not unlike gravity.
When the fuck had he gotten hard?
Jey gasped wetly, jackrabbited his hips forward on the pure feral instinct of seeking immediate friction. It was embarrassingly base, and he froze up instantly afterwards, watching without breathing as Sami’s face slackened.
He thought maybe Sami might actually do the right thing for once and ignore it, walk away and leave this moment stuck in time forever, forgotten.
Instead, Sami groaned, did the incredibly unreasonable thing and wrapped his hands around Jey’s hips. “Yeah, that’s it, come on,” he whispered gruffly, tugging Jey higher onto his thigh, and Jey moaned high and cracked.
He heard it echo, and to his mortification, it only fed the fire that Sami seemed to have lit in him.
Fuck.
Jey debated running. It was too late to write it off as a fluke now. He could handle a lot of mocking, he’d learned. But this?
Well. Fuck it. He needed to let go of some of this pent-up bullshit, anyway.
Without taking any time to think about it, he caved, rutted hard and fast against the solid meat of Sami’s leg. Sami held him tightly, fingers digging into the plush meat of Jey’s midsection.
It was illogical in every way – the two had been ready to kill each other mere minutes ago, not to mention for the majority of the past few months.
And yet, with a breathy, “Fuck,” Jey reached up, wound a fist into red hair, and brought their foreheads together as he chased release.
Sami huffed out a stuttered chuckle. “First thing you’ve said in five minutes. Not so damn mouthy now, huh?”
Jey flushed, hoped Sami didn’t feel him twitch in his pants. “Shut the fuck up.”
In lieu of a response, Sami just shifted them slightly to pull Jey’s thigh in between his own. He swore under his breath, and it blew hot air from out between his lips only for it to be pulled into Jey’s mouth with another sharp gasp.
Sami was hard, too. It shouldn’t have been that unexpected, but it reminded Jey that this was real, it was happening. He grunted, threw his head back, continued shoving his hips forward as Sami started to minutely rock into his own thigh. It was nothing but almost-juvenile grinding, but it was enough. They were almost on even ground, now. Then –
“Fuck, you feel good,” Sami breathed out.
Jey whined. A shrill, shameful thing in his own ears. He nearly slapped his hand over his mouth after.
A series of meticulously placed traps all snared at once throughout his brain. Sami kept talking. He kept moving his mouth, probably encouraged by Jey’s sound. Entirely unaware that he was setting off more and more alarms left and right. They blared and blinked on a painful repeat in Jey’s skull. It was too much. Jey needed them to stop, needed them to stop, stop, stop.
He brusquely shoved two clammy fingers into Sami’s mouth, halting the stream of smug praise.
It was a move meant solely to save himself.
For just a moment, it seemed like it had worked. Sami had stopped talking. Finally. This could still be salvaged. The alarms quieted. The scene shifted. Jey curled his fingers spitefully into Sami’s tongue.
Sami blinked. He drew the fingers further into his mouth, sucked them, traced the knuckles with his tongue.
And Jey almost wished that he hadn’t done anything. It was still better than the alternative, though. It had to be.
As much as he wanted to close his eyes, he couldn’t. He watched. As they stood there, rutting against each other like teenagers, Jey’s fingers being fucking fellated, they held eye contact. It was like some strange and violent and incredibly horny staring contest. He started to see impossible wants in Sami’s reflective gaze, and they almost prompted a few in Jey’s own mind. Jey almost wanted it to go on longer. Jey almost wanted it to be softer. Jey almost wanted…Sami.
Sami bit down gently, teasing. He was still Sami.
Rage bubbled up in Jey’s already closing throat. He resisted the urge to shove his entire fist into Sami’s mouth. He thought about reaching down Sami’s throat, into his stomach, sticking his hand into acid.
The visceral image of having his hand guts deep inside Sami sent him over the edge.
Jey made a shocked, rasping noise when he came. The sound bounced off of every car in the parking garage. After his hips finally stopped bucking, he practically went limp against the solid line of Sami’s body.
Sensations came back online one by one. The sight of blurred grey pillars against a night sky. The smell of sweat and grime and gasoline. The sound of a distant car alarm. The taste of copper and salt. The feeling of where Sami was still pressed against him, hard as ever in his pants.
Fuck.
It brought the world crashing back down around them. Jey shoved Sami off of him, sending him careening onto his ass.
Without looking back, Jey grabbed his discarded bag with still spit slick fingers, turned on his heel, and booked it back inside for the nearest bathroom without stopping. He pointedly ignored Sami’s echoing series of complaints as the stream of them trailed through the hallways behind him.
He scrubbed the drying cum out of his briefs in the sink until his fingers went even crinklier than they had been under the spitting faucet.