Neon

[Notes and Disclaimers]

Jacky's fingers fitfully stirred Lion's hair as the younger man's head bobbed in his lap, the heavy strands smooth against his fingers. Lion's mouth was heavenly around his aching cock, moist and hot and enthusiastic, yet Jacky found his mind wandering from what should have been a welcome distraction, instead finding side paths down which to meander. He shifted slightly, fingers tightening in Lion's hair enough to make him stop and slide his mouth from Jacky's flesh, blue eyes questioning and vaguely annoyed as he twisted to be able to look up at the older blonde.

"Ever wonder why we've never done it in a bed?"

"No." Questions gave way to annoyance as Lion straightened, pushing himself upright in the passenger seat and turning to stare moodily out the window. "That'd be like a date. We get dinner, go to a movie, go back to your place and have meaningful sex." He wiped the back of his hand over his mouth, as though the words left an unappealing aftertaste. "No. We fuck when we feel like it. What's wrong with that?"

Jacky eyed Lion for a long moment, wondering at his defensiveness; it was a reaction that he was becoming increasingly familiar with as Lion resisted any attempt of Jacky's to push their interactions beyond fighting and fucking. He, Jacky mused, was too old for the barhopping ritual of waking up with an unfamiliar face each time, hard though it was to admit it at times. He wasn't looking to settle down with a wife and the appropriate number of children, but it wouldn't hurt to have something to come home to, something that didn't need him to change its litter or fill its water bowl or buy it overpriced toys.

When was it that he'd started thinking of Lion as that something?

Jacky shrugged, fingers curling around the gearshift as he looked out the windshield at the side of the bar before them. "You can't just fuck forever, Lion."

Lion made a noise of disgust low in his throat, jerking the door handle and stepping out into the cool night air. "I'm going back in." If he shut the door a bit harder than necessary, neither spoke of it, and Lion rounded the car to disappear back into the bar, the neon lights of the sign gleaming briefly on his hair before he passed into the darkness of the entryway.

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Notes and Disclaimers

Virtua Fighter is © Sega.

Neon is loosely connected to the Patience timeline, although it's set some time into the future. It was supposed to be part of something larger that never really took off, but I'd periodically pull it out and poke at it until I realized that it was just fine, self-contained. So here it is.