rpg_palace | The return of Jude & Guy! (Reply)

[The Lust of the Libertines.

Starring: Jude Law/Guy Pearce/ A random changing room. Mwhahahahaha!!!]

'Ooh' Jude thought to himself, as he walked past the shop window, back-pedalling so he could get a proper look at the pair of shoes that had caught his attention, 'I like those...'.
He hadn't been looking for anything in particular, but it was his day off and he would be damned if he was going to spend it in Palace. After a little thought he decided to spend the day in Balize city centre; after all, it had been a while since he had the opportunity for a bit of window shopping.

Quickly he made the decision to enter the shop, finding it was a little independent boutique. Looking round a few things caught his eye, one of those being something that he definitely wanted...

Grinning he turned to face the man idly fingering a shirt a few steps away from him; "Guy!" he called out, "Nice to see you... again"

Guy wandered aimlessly through the shop, picking up things at random and handing them to the clerk who had started a change room for him. Hearing his name called out, he looked up. Well, well - it's blond and blue.

"Well hello again, Jude! Good to see you. You're out the door, so you must be above level 6. Impressive. Looking for anything in special? Great selection." Guy handed off a few more shirts to the attendant and grinned at Jude.

"Level Three actually..." Jude said with a grin, "and no, nothing in particular. Just looking..." Jude smiled and shifted his gaze downwards, fingering the silken fabric of a nearby shirt.

"You look busy though."

Guy looked impressed. "Level three, eh? Ahead of me by one then - not bad at all for one so new. You must have given someone quite the ride" he smirked.
"Not that busy - just trying to pick something new up. Usually end up buying a ton of stuff, then taking it all home and bringing... well, none of it back, usually, but still, the thought is there."

"You should know..." Jude laughed, eyes twinkling with mischief as he spoke. "Well..." he said motioning randomly to the shop, "I'll leave you to your stuff. I have some clothes racks to rifle through."

Guy winked at Jude. "Oh, I have a pretty good idea. I won't keep you then. Good luck finding something that suits - I'd look for something with a hint of blue-green. Be perfect with your combination."

Guy smiled again at Jude and turned to the hovering sales girl. "Yes, I'm ready for the fitting room now." Guy turned around and followed the girl to the changing rooms, turning to quickly roll his eyes at Jude.

Jude turned, not bothering to see where Guy was headed. He began flicking through the rails, holding things up against himself before sighing and setting them back down, nothing seemed right somehow.

Remembering Guy's words; 'Good luck finding something that suits - I'd look for something with a hint of blue-green. Be perfect with your combination.' Jude held up a darkish turquoise t shirt and turned to look in the mirror. Better he thought to himself, maybe Guy knows his shit after all...

Fifteen minutes or so had passed and Jude now had an armful of clothes. Sighing, he walked towards the changing rooms, knowing that he would probably end up buying nearly all of this stuff, knowing that it would cost him a fortune. He headed towards the first room on his left, its door slightly ajar, nobody in sight. He pushed the door open, striding in, getting ready to pile the clothes on the nearby chair.

The clothes dropped to the floor as Jude stood flushing, open-mouthed in the middle of the stall. There stood Guy, bare-waisted and dressed in leather trousers, fly undone and facing him. Jude fought the urge to jump him there and then, instead choosing to oh-so-smoothly turn round embarrassed and flustered, squeaking, "I'm sorry! I'm really sorry!"

Guy had a brief moment of looking shocked at the intrusion, holding the shirt he had been about to pull on off to the side, before the expression on Jude's face was just too much for him to pass up on, especially when he turned his back to protect Guy's 'modesty'.
He tossed the shirt off to the side, and leaned up against the back wall of the change room.

"Staying or going, pretty? Not gonna make you leave if you're of a mind to stick around..." Guy murmured.

Jude turned around and looked at Guy, repeatedly dragging his gaze away from Guy's crotch. STOP IT! he reprimanded himself, concentrate!

He stepped closer to Guy, pulling the door shut behind him, regaining his composure after the shock of coming face to face with him in such a precarious environment. He smiled wickedly, completely back to normal, stepping closer and closer and closer, mind filled with the image of black leather, a hand stretching out to touch...

"I'm staying... if you are" he whispered into Guy's ear stroking at the leather encased groin. "This is too good an opportunity to waste."

Guy grinned widely. "I was here already, mate. Anything you feel like doing from this point on would fall under strictly your call, far as I'm concerned." He arched into Jude's touch as the other man's hand traced down over his leather covered cock, stifling a moan.
Jude sank to his knees, discarded clothes forgotten, rubbing his forehead lightly across the hardening lump in Guy's pants. "Mmmm..." he muttered appreciatively, before taking Guy's cock, no underwear, out of the restrictive leather.

He wrapped a hand around the base of Guy's dick, which was fully erect now, sliding his fingers along velvety flesh as he lapped at the head, tasting the salty precome that was gathering there.

Guy murmured appreciatively as Jude sank to his knees in front of him, gazing down at the blond head as it rubbed against his trapped cock. He let out a quiet sigh as he was freed from the leather, reaching out to let his hand ghost over Jude's hair, barely touching the man. His eyes focused on Jude, refusing to look away, darkening with lust as he watched Jude's tongue dart out to lick at the head of his cock. "Keep going pretty... just don't fucking stop” he whispered, his breath catching in his throat as he spoke.

Jude smiled around Guy's cock as he heard his encouraging words. He wrapped his lips around the head of his cock and sucked lightly, slowly; ever-so-attentively sliding his mouth further and further down. He let his hands move to Guy's hips, pulling the leather further down and then circling patterns onto tanned skin. Carefully Jude licked a stripe up the underside of Guy's cock, feeling the large vein pulse and throb against his touch.

Jude moaned around Guy's cock; both with the pleasure of the task and how aroused he was getting from such a simple action. Quickly he moved his hand down to his jeans, pressing the palm of his hand against his enclosed erection, groaning with the delightful friction.

Guy breathed steadily, fighting the urge to groan out loud as the talented mouth worked his cock. Fuck, Jude was good at this!
Reaching down, he tangled his hands in the golden hair, holding on just tightly enough to be pulled along with Jude's motion, but not enough to direct it. Seeing Jude press his hand up against his denim covered cock, he moaned quietly, and spoke low.

"Do it, pretty. Take your cock out and stroke off while you suck me off. Fuck you look beautiful on your knees."

Jude cried out at Guy’s words; quickly unbuttoning his pants and sliding his dick out, fisting it roughly as he sucked on the baby soft skin of Guy’s cock. He moaned into Guy’s cock; the tremors of his voice making the rigid length jump in his mouth.

Jude loved the feel of Guy’s hands tightly grasping his hair, loved the hard cock in his mouth, simply loved being on his knees in front of Guy. He increased the pressure on Guy’s cock, taking more and more in until he couldn’t breathe, Guy’s length bumping against the back of his throat, completely giving his over to the man above him as he stroked himself to oblivion.

Guy closed his eyes for a moment, before snapping them open again. He wanted to watch this, needed to watch as Jude took his cock deep within his throat. He moaned as he saw Jude beging to fist his own cock, grasping Jude's hair tighter and thrusting harder into his "Pretty... close, love!" Guy managed to gasp out, knowing that he was moving past the point of being able to hold back any longer, wanting nothing more than to come down Jude's throat.

Jude whimpered inaudibly, squeezing his eyes shut as his own orgasm ripped through his body, exploding his brain; leaving nothing but small whimpers and moans as he rode it through.

Opening his eyes again, he looked sated up at Guy, bracing himself as Guy thrust into his mouth. Guy yelled and suddenly Jude felt the warm trickle of come slide down his throat, swallowing eagerly.

Guy threw back his head and let out a loud yell as he thrust hard one last time, spilling down Jude's throat. Panting hard and looking down at Jude kneeling in the floor, sticky and sweaty himself, he laughed wryly. "I think I might have just blown our cover there." He smirked, combing his hand through Jude's hair, and then reaching the hand out to help him to his feet.

Jude looked confused for a moment before realising where they were, horrified at what the people outside the stall may have heard. Blushing furiously he hid his head in Guy’s chest, giving himself time to calm down. When he had done so he looked up at Guy, a small smile playing on his lips;

“Should we get dressed and go, or do you want to see me model my clothes?”