Let's Not

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The small gym had been long since deserted but for them; even the owner had given up hours ago, exhausted seemingly just from watching their activities. Jacky and Lion were both dripping with sweat, chests heaving with exertion; they'd been running through drills and practice bouts for most of the day, and their lightning-fast moves of earlier had given way to increasingly longer pauses.

Wiping sweat from his brow with the back of one wrist, Lion grinned at Jacky through the tousled fall of his hair. "One more go, old man?"

Bent slightly to rest his hands on his knees, Jacky sucked in a deep breath as he considered. Lion was just as exhausted as he was, he was certain, and pride warred with professionalism; his sometimes-lover was just enough of a shit to not let him forget any supposed lack of stamina. Falling back into his normal stance, he waved a hand in invitation before moving to guard. "Come on: one more time."

Lion's opening strike - a simple punch - met Jacky's guard without most of its usual force; the younger man, to Jacky's relief, must be nearly done. He dropped back to evade the double high-kick of the Rensentai that Lion aimed at him next, his footwork no longer nimble but still serviceable as he countered with a quick punch and spin kick, but fell back still more when Lion ducked both, sweeping in low with a graceful snap. Managing to deflect most of the strike, he was still unbalanced when Lion's Katoutai swept his feet out from under him, the second kick sending him spinning over the edge of the ring to crash awkwardly on the mats lining it.

Groaning more from the blow to his pride than his landing, Jacky sat up, draping his wrists over his knees as he tipped his head to a side to stretch the tense muscles of his neck. "I think we're done, Lion."

Lion jumped lightly down from the raised ring, grinning again as he offered Jacky a hand up. "Didn't mean to get you quite that hard, old man. Anything broken?"

"Nah." Pausing a moment before accepting Lion's offer, Jacky rose, then rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. "Let's finish up here and call it a night."

Later, once they'd cooled down, they made their way to the locker room and the promise of a shower. The clock on the wall reflected a disturbingly late hour, but Jacky didn't have the energy to rush; it would be late, now, regardless of when they finished. Unselfconsciously, Jacky stripped off his gear, shoving it indiscriminately into his gym bag; laundry, at least, could wait until morning. Hanging a towel on the rack just outside the tiled room, Jacky entered the showers and was soon immersing himself in the warm massage of the shower jets.

Lion, left struggling with the latches of his boots, was a minute behind him, twisting on the water two showerheads down as Jacky soaped his shoulders. The younger man looked unusually peaceful as he ducked his head under the spray, then shook it, scattering water droplets everywhere. A few faint bruises marked his skin here and there, but none of them appeared to be anything more than slight inconveniences; they were mates to Jacky's contusions, so minor that even the firm press of the soap bar elicited nothing more than a faint twinge.

Lion was still standing with his head under the spray when Jacky was washing his feet, his face hidden by the fall of his hair, wet to dark amber. His silence wasn't awkward, but Jacky nonetheless felt the need to break it; it wasn't often that they were together outside of the ring. "Are you still at the Pfalzer?"

There was a long moment during which Jacky wasn't certain that Lion heard him, and then the younger man's shoulders shook with a laugh. Emerging from the spray, Lion reached for his soap, lathering it between his hands before rubbing it over his chest. "Of course. You didn't expect to find me staying in the economy chain, did you?"

Jacky grinned, soap replaced with shampoo as he worked his hair into sudsy spikes. "Not really." It was true enough; Lion might not necessarily agree with the family business, but Jacky had never heard him complain about its perks. "Where did you pick up that new throw?"

It was easy, idle chatter that saw them through the rest of their showers, general talk about who they'd fought and what they'd studied; it was only slightly more personal than two strangers introducing themselves on a long flight. By the time they'd finished, Jacky's bone-deep exhaustion had abated somewhat, leaving him feeling only pleasantly drained as he grabbed his towel and pulled it over his head to vigorously rub his hair dry. In the narrow confines of the doorway, Lion brushed past him as he reached for his own towel, water-slicked skin touching for a brief moment before Lion was gone, rubbing his own hair with the terrycloth as he crossed to his locker.

Jacky paused, hands stilling as his mind lingered on the feel of Lion's skin against his own. There had been nothing sexual in the fleeting contact, yet it brought to Jacky's mind far more dynamic memories: Lion's skin burning against his in contrast to the chill of snow, or tasting of the spiced orange oils scenting his bath, or moving over his as Lion demanded more. Unsurprised by the betraying twitch of arousal between his legs, Jacky pulled the towel from his head and draped it instead around his shoulders, each hand gripping an end as he studied his companion. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"

"Yeah." Lion looked up, but didn't stir from the seat he'd taken on the bench, his shoulders propped comfortably against the lockers.

Jacky was relieved when Lion didn't play coy; it was far too late an hour for that feminine bullshit. Leaning back slightly until he felt the edge of the doorjamb between his shoulder blades, Jacky felt one corner of his mouth lift with a conspiratorial grin. "Want to?"

"What the hell." Lion's lips were curved with an answering smirk; the effect with his sweet features left him with the appearance of a demented angel.

Jacky had always been a believer in sin.

In no rush, he crossed the short distance with a prowling gait, long legs moving with the economic power of a feline hunter. Reaching the seated man, he plucked the towel from Lion's head, shaking it out briskly before folding it into quarters and dropping it at Lion's feet. His eyes met Lion's as he knelt on the makeshift pad, his own confidence finding Lion's amusement before he ducked his head to drag his tongue firmly over one of Lion's pink nipples.

The exhale that greeted that first contact was no purr, but nevertheless sounded content enough to swell Jacky's ego along with his cock. Between Lion's impressive thighs, his own penis was slowly hardening, flushing a delicious rosy color as it grew. Jacky pressed a hand over it, feeling the heat against his palm as he squeezed lightly. Lion's next exhale was a bit more ragged, ghosting over Jacky's cheek as he leaned in to brush his mouth over Lion's.

At the last moment, Lion turned his head so that Jacky's lips skimmed instead over his jaw. Curling one hand around the edge of the bench, he tweaked one of Jacky's nipples with the other, making the older blonde shiver slightly. "Let's not get romantic here, Jacky. It's just us."

Jacky snorted softly in reply, teeth closing instead around Lion's earlobe and worrying the ring there. His hand shifted, palm cupping the head of Lion's growing erection as his fingers stroked up the shaft, a hint of nail making a low, surprised groan stutter from Lion's throat. His own cock pulsed at the sound; it was more erotic than any dialogue could have been, and it would have taken a stronger man than Jacky to resist its appeal.

Releasing Lion's earlobe, Jacky's mouth dropped to his shoulder, tongue finding a stray water droplet and collecting it greedily. From there, he licked a damp trail along Lion's collarbone, lapping at the hollow of his throat before skipping to a nipple and sucking it hard into his mouth.

The ragged sound that Lion made was neither a whimper nor a shout, but somehow blended the two. Flicking his tongue over the nub still trapped in his mouth brought a faint echo to Lion's lips, but that was quickly drowned out when Lion's hand cupped Jacky's sac, massaging it in his palm; Jacky moaned throatily against Lion's chest, helpless to do more than remember to breathe for a long moment.

'Fuck it,' passed quickly through Jacky's mind as he sat back on his heels. He was vaguely sorry to feel Lion's fingers slipping away, but consoled himself by bending to suck on the barest tip of Lion's cock, exposed as his fingers coaxed Lion's foreskin back.

Lion's reaction was everything he could have hoped for as the younger man's hips arched from the bench, both hands white-knuckled as they gripped the wood. Even as he molded his tongue to the hot flesh in his mouth, Jacky couldn't help but smile as Lion growled his name; arousal brought out his native accent, turning the two unremarkable syllables into an aural caress. Curling his fingers at the base of Lion's shaft, he plunged his mouth along its length until lips met hand, humming in wicked satisfaction as Lion's thighs tensed against his sides. With more in mind, though, Jacky relinquished his mouthful more quickly than he might otherwise have preferred, sending his fingers instead questing to Lion's perineum as he lifted an eyebrow in question.

Lion's eyes had slid mostly shut, brows drawn slightly together as he spread his legs. Blindly, he groped for his bag, one hand maintaining a firm grip on the bench as the other rummaged within the canvas confines. It seemed forever before his hand emerged again, clutching a small tub of liniment.

Chuckling softly despite himself, Jacky withdrew his caresses to twist the tub's cover off. Even the medicinal smell of the liniment was arousing now, and Jacky's voice was rough as he murmured in Lion's ear, "Move."

Blinking slowly, Lion rolled to his left, his right foot lifting to rest on the bench as he propped himself on his left hip. The look he gave Jacky over his shoulder was vaguely taunting as he flexed his thigh, no hint of modesty in his revelation.

Jacky's fingers dipped into the tub, coming away with a generous application of the liniment. His gaze held Lion's, the tip of his index finger skimming along the cleft of his buttocks until it came to rest against the pucker of his anus. Lion's eyelids drooped again as the barest tip of Jacky's finger penetrated him, rubbing in slow circles until Lion was twitching with frustration. Grinning then, Jacky's middle finger joined his first, the pair of them thrust into Lion's body with no further hesitation. Barely pausing once they were seated, Jacky scissored them, drawing another husky groan from Lion. He pumped them twice quickly, then held them still as his other hand reached again for the tub of liniment. This time, his greasy fingers smoothed over his own cock - a brief torment - and then he was guiding the head of it along his palm to where his fingers were still embedded.

Jacky and French had never had more than a passing acquaintance, but he was fairly certain that what Lion growled as the head of Jacky's cock pushed through his anus would not have been acceptable for polite company. His fingers twitched as his slow thrust skimmed over his knuckles; the clench of Lion's body against the invasion was almost unbearable. Grudgingly, counterpoint to the slide of his cock, he withdrew his fingers, bracing them instead on the swell of one buttock as his hips spasmed, embedding the remainder of his length in Lion's ass in one quick drive.

There was no moment to adapt; as soon as he'd seated himself, Jacky was withdrawing, only to slam into him again. His hand found Lion's right thigh, forcing it higher; it couldn't be comfortable for him, twisted awkwardly to one side with one knee against his chest and his shoulder and face pressed against the lockers, but that didn't matter as Jacky pounded into him, the harsh sound of their breathing blurring with the distinctive sound of flesh sliding against flesh.

Even in his exhaustion, Jacky had been in control of himself. Now, with his chest pressed against Lion's side and his hips pumping smoothly to drive him over and over again into the sheath of Lion's body, control had fled him entirely. The world had narrowed to the growl of Lion's voice in his ears, the clean taste of his sweat against his tongue, the flex of Lion's thigh against Jacky's hand as he strained to meet his thrusts, and the rhythmic clench of muscles around Jacky's cock as pleasure coalesced, bursting with blinding light behind his eyes as his hips spasmed against Lion hard enough to make the bench creak in protest. For one brief moment, Jacky didn't care about his sister or his sponsors or the bloody business of the Tournaments; all that mattered was the primal throb of satisfaction deep in his groin.

Panting slightly and resting his forehead against Lion's shoulder, he sat back on his heels, groaning slightly as he withdrew from Lion's clutching heat. His hand caressed Lion's thigh, almost teasingly, until the younger man shot him an accusatory look, eyes snapping over lips parted with the force of his breathing.

"Come here," Jacky murmured, a hand on Lion's knee guiding him down. Moving with obvious discomfort, Lion nonetheless followed his lead, twisting and sliding from the bench until he was straddling Jacky's lap. His cock, dark with blood and gleaming at the tip with pre-cum, pressed against Jacky's stomach, hot as a brand against his skin. Reflexively, Lion's hips moved a little, a breathless groan purring from him at even that slight friction.

Jacky's hand dipped between them to cradle Lion's scrotum in his hand, weighing it thoughtfully for a long moment as Lion's breath rasped over his lips. The younger man's eyes were vague, darkened with arousal, and his lips were moist where he had licked them; it was far more than Jacky could resist.

Mindful of Lion's earlier evasion, Jacky chose his moment carefully and, as his fingers chased down Lion's erection and Lion's mouth opened with a silent shout, Jacky closed his mouth over Lion's.

There was no evasion this time, no resistance as his tongue pushed through the open gates of lip and teeth to twine with Lion's. His fingers stroked smoothly over Lion's cock, a steady rhythm that his tongue matched, even strokes no more able to be resisted than the tides. Lion's hips were rocking slightly with that rhythm, the heavy pulse against Jacky's grip betraying the thin line separating Lion from orgasm. It was a line that was quickly crossed when Jacky's free hand skimmed over his ass, two fingers again piercing his anus, still slick with Jacky's earlier passage, and moving.

Lion, his shout muffled by Jacky's mouth, bucked as he came, clenching with almost painful tightness around Jacky's fingers. His cock throbbed in Jacky's hand as he came in pulses, painting their chests with the creamy fluid. Jacky stroked him until he was still again, the faintest of shivers chasing through him when Jacky withdrew his fingers but otherwise moved only by his slowly-evening breaths.

Damp hair stuck to Lion's cheeks and Jacky smoothed the strands away, tucking them behind Lion's ear. He couldn't resist stroking Lion's cheek again, and it was only a slight shift for him to brush his thumb over Lion's lower lip.

As though a spell had been broken, Lion's eyes opened and he straightened until his back met the edge of the bench. He opened his mouth, then paused, licking his lips before clearing his throat and flicking his gaze away from Jacky's. "Let's not get romantic, Jacky."

His name still held the soft twist of French. Grinning contentedly, Jacky let it drop; there would be a better time to press it, he was certain. "You need another shower," he said instead, resisting the urge to skim his fingers up the exposed skin of Lion's inner thigh.

"So I do." Lion rubbed a hand over his chest, grimacing as it smeared the drying semen over his skin. A bit clumsily within their close quarters, he got to his feet, then paused, looking down at Jacky for a long moment before offering him a hand. "We've been here before."

Taking Lion's hand, Jacky pulled himself up. Lion's fingers lingered briefly in his, sliding away only when Jacky began to grin. "Nothing broken," Jacky teased, tucking another stray lock of hair behind Lion's ear; it was much to his surprise that Lion didn't bat him away, although the younger man looked to a side when his fingers brushed against his skin.

"Come on, old man." Lion's grin might have been a bit strained, but it was nevertheless as taunting as ever as he stepped toward the shower again. The gaze he gave Jacky over his shoulder was just as wicked, although his voice was tempered with a new softness as he continued, "The elderly need their rest."

"Age has its benefits, kid," Jacky shot back, stretching briefly where he stood to loosen the kinks in his legs.

"Yeah?" Lion's voice was muffled now as he turned on the water. "You'll have to show me, sometime."

"If you let me, Lion." Jacky grinned as he said it to himself, shaking his head at his own foolishness. He was still grinning as he picked up his towel and turned toward the showers again. "If you let me, I'll show you everything."

- fin -

Notes and Disclaimers

Virtua Fighter is © Sega.

Let's Not is a loosely-connected continuation of 'One Day at a Time', but can be read
independently, given that it's a pretty blatant PWP. Assume that there's been more than one go between this and that and write (and send me) something to fill in the blanks, wouldja?