#with: dmitri

[coltthebuck]

starter for: @exmcrtis

location: Red Line Diner

Colt had always liked getting into places he probably shouldn't. Definitely shouldn't. Employees only, Staff - entry forbidden, unlabeled doors and alleyways, abandoned houses, empty mineshafts. He'd only almost died a couple of times. Compared to that, the back entrance of the Red Line Diner barely felt like breaking a rule.

Even if Colt was careful enough not to do too much shit around this place. He liked the food enough to come back, cheap goodness that filled him up more than whatever crap he put together for himself and Wes in their kitchen. He hadn't been banned yet, courtesy of the owner, but pushing his way into the kitchen entrance was probably pushing it pretty damn far.

"Huh. That's what this place looks like back here." Colt commented to nobody in particular, casting a glance around the white, rather clean interior. Mostly empty - probably taking their break before whatever rush would demand the full attention. Except for-

"This place is a fuckin' ghost town. Thought you'd be runnin' 'round here, choppin' onions or something." Colt grinned at Dmitri, tilting his head to the side as he regarded the dishwasher of his current favorite foodplace. "Been looking for you. C'mon. Let's get outta here for a moment, ain't like shit's happening, anyway."

[virtueofsanityx]

@reddevilmcnt sent [  SPANK  ] ;  the sender spanks the receiver.  || reggie & dmitri

the air in the room fills with the sharp, painful sound of a crack; skin against skin, bare flesh, raw and red and already stinging quivering under the force of the slap against it, and reggie's only able to tlet out a soft, trembling whimper as his prone form rests across dmitri's lap, exposed and raw and extremely fucking turned on in spite of himself.

in hindsight, he should have seen it coming.

the night had started off so easily, reggie out with some of his fireman brothers, knocking back a few rounds at the bar, laughing and joking while music played in the air around them. the air had, decidedly, shifted dramatically when dmitri had shown up with his own friends, and reggie had gone out of his way not to make eye contact, not to let himself be known, and to move on through the night without incident. things were still awkward between them. best friends, but reggie still had a hard time looking at the man without impure thoughts filtering through his mind every single second.

the shift had only gotten worse when reggie felt the eyes on him. he had offered dmitri a smile, in passing, like they were acquaintences, like reggie didn't know what it felt like to have dmitri firmly seated inside him to the hilt, and had continued chatting with his buddies, a little less bright and boisterous than he'd been before. fingers had clenched into a fist under the table to keep himself calm, though it hadn't actually worked all that well.

and then reggie made his most fatal mistake.

of course, he had no reason to believe that accepting a drink from a stranger, one who was clearly interested in him, was going to lead him here, but it had certainly been the final straw, as he'd been chatting, flirting, and looked up to see his best friend with a look like a raging storm, eyes dark, jaw set, anger scratched into the beautiful features of the man. he could almost feel the chill in the air, the storm rocking his little boat and capsizing him, and all of that was before dmitri had approached, before they had excused themselves, before they had ended up here, in some dingy backroom of the bar, with a hand firmly planted on his throat, a grip not tight enough to hurt, but tight enough to make a point, while the other smacked across his bare ass, up to twelve, now, sharp and painful while reggie bit down hard on his lip and tried to hold in any sound that might escape.

[virtueofsanityx]

「 LOTION 」 : for sender to rub lotion into the receivers skin // from dmitri! [ @reddevilmcnt ]

"i promise that i'm alright." reggie doesn't move from where he's sitting, though, head rolled forward against his chest, feeling the warm hands against his back, very much relaxing under deft fingers that move in smooth, easy circles and press at just the right places on aching muscles. it's been a long day, and between the cosmetic burns on his back and the aches and pains in every joint and muscle on his body, he's not in much of a position to be arguing with the very thorough attention that dmitri is offering him.

he's trying his absolute best not to let soft little groans slip of out him as his body continues to relax into the expert touch, and though he's definitely failing, he thinks it fair to play it off, after all, how often does one get a massage from someone with hands as skilled as dmirti and not let out at least one or two little groans of pleasure at the sensation.

it doesn't have to mean anything.