The Day Before Tomorrow

The Day Before Tomorrow - Part 2 9:00-10:00pm

The following takes place at Crazy Girls in Los Angeles, between 9 and 10 pm, on the night before Tony Almeida's wedding

9:00 pm

Someone had brought Jack a best man t-shirt, and then somehow miraculously convinced him that he had to wear it. Tony found himself very glad he'd just gotten off with Jack in the champagne room, because otherwise he was sure he'd have some explaining to do after watching Jack strip off his top in the middle of the bar in front of everyone. Damn exhibitionist. He was certain that Jack had been showing off for the mirrors in the champagne room as he sucked him off, and Tony couldn't help but wish that everyone else in the bar would just go away for the rest of the night so that they could go back there later and fuck properly.

He had another shot when he sees what Jack's shirt actually says. 'If I'm the Best Man, why is she marrying him?' He almost groaned aloud, and tipped back the brightly coloured candy sweet concoction that someone had pressed into his hand, coughing at the rush of sugar. Why the hell was he doing this, anyway?

Someone had invited Milo Pressman, who, truth told, Tony had always found a little annoying. The man in question was currently ticking off one of the boxes on the back of Tony's shirt with a sharpie. "Okay, now you have to win a poster from a stripper. Who has the roll of quarters?"

"I - what?"

Someone handed it over, and Milo grinned. "Poster. Stripper. Come on, we have to go to pervert's row."

Jack glanced over at him with a little bemused smile. "Sounds like you do this often, Milo."

"Hey man. Don't nay say until you try it. I have to wallpaper my basement with something." And with that, he was off, dragging Tony, who grabbed desperately at Jack's shirt.

"If I have to do this, you sure as hell do too," he growled, and Jack just chuckled softly, following them without complaint.


9:40 pm


There was a smattering of mocking applause when Milo finally dragged him back to their tables, brandishing the rolled up poster like a trophy. "Okay, who has the sharpie?" He set the poster down on the table and caught the marker as it was tossed to him, spinning Tony around and marking a careful X on the fabric.

"Yo Milo, what's next?" Gael grinned, and Jack found himself wondering if Tony would kill the man before the end of the night.

The tech scanned the list. "Oh awesome. Get spanked by a man."

There was an immediate explosion of laughter, and Tony groaned aloud. "That's not fucking on the the list."

Gael grinned. "You wanna bet? Hey, someone come spank Tony."

He rolled his eyes. "Gael, no one's gonna spank me."

Gael shrugged. "I think it's best man's duty."

Jack shot him a look. "The best man is going to keep the groom from punching you out after you do it."

"Baker was the last one here, so I think it's a fair punishment," Milo volunteered with a grin, motioning to where the man in question was hanging back quietly with a beer.

Baker frowned, passing the buck easily. "Randy's the newest in the office."

A snort. "Yeah, well Milo's still just a contractor. Plus he's the one that bought the damn T-shirt."

Gael held up his hands. "Okay okay, someone's gotta spank Tony, so lets just draw straws.

Jack frowned, listening to them bicker. He definitely thought that spanking Tony would be a very bad idea, but on the other hand, watching Tony get spanked by someone else was something that would likely end in homicide, and not by Tony's hands. He pushed past Milo to grab Tony's arm. "You're all a bunch of pussies. Tony, get over here."

The groom met his eyes for a brief second with a silent look of alarm, but Jack ignored it, hopping up onto a bar stool and hauling Tony down to lean over his lap. He placed a hand between his struggling lover's shoulder blades to hold him in place, then lifted a hand and delivered five firm swats to the fleshy part of his ass, through his jeans, trying very hard to ignore how nice it was to have a squirming Tony on his lap.

"Ow! Jack, fuck that hurt!!"

Jack managed to smirk at the crowd, various members of which were laughing and making lewd comments, and he let Tony up, standing and straightening his t-shirt before turning for the doors. "Now I need a cigarette," he declared dryly, which was met with a round of laughs.

Tony was still beet red and spluttering, and continued to be so as Milo grabbed the sharpie and ticked off the checkbox on his back. "I think I need one too."

Milo elbowed him. "You don't smoke."

"Fuck that, with all of you around doing this kind of shit I think I'm going to have to start," he replied, and started out after Jack.


9:50 pm


Jack was no where in sight when he exited the building, so he made an educated guess and headed toward the back. There was a low wall by the loading bay, a scant 6 feet, and he found Jack tucked into the corner there with a cigarette. "Bastard."

Jack gave a soft chuckle, and took another drag before flicking away the butt. "You liked it."

"Yeah, and that was the problem."

Jack surged forward without warning, catching Tony's face in his hands and claiming his mouth desperately, crushing his lips to his, hot and breathless. Tony didn't even pretend to resist, pushing Jack back hard against the wall, tongue pushing into his mouth, sucking and nipping at his lips and tongue. He let their hips come together, finally letting go of the feeling of arousal he'd been holding back so desperately since he'd been hauled so ungraciously and helplessly over Jack's lap and fucking _paddled_, and part of him rather wished that was still the case.

Jack broke from the kiss first, panting softly, letting go of Tony's hair with one hand, which slipped down around his waist. "Dammit, that was a bad idea."

"Spanking me?"

"Wasn't quite prepared for it," Jack replied, watching him through darkened eyes, drawing a sharp hiss as Tony's hips pressed into him, hard and insistent.

"Didn't think I'd like it?" He smiled, teasing, but with no small amount of desire, and it made Jack shudder despite himself. "Or maybe you didn't think you'd like it, Jack?"

"You're so drunk."

"Doesn't mean I'm not hard for you," Tony leaned forward to murmur in his ear, hand slipping down between them to cup the hardness he could feel through Jack's dark jeans. "And you for me...."

He arched up against Tony's hand with a soft hiss, fingers tightening in his hair and pulling his mouth back to his, nipping sharply at his bottom lip and soothing the bite with a warm swipe of his tongue, pressing between his lips to taste the sugar and liquor, and the underlying taste of Tony. His dark-haired lover was continuing to tease him through his jeans, grinding against his thigh with a soft groan, and his fingers started to tug at his belt clumsily. "God, Jack...."

He caught Tony's hand, regretfully, pulling it away. "You know we can't do this here."

The hand in his grasp tensed for a moment as if to fight being pulled away, then relaxed, and brown eyes closed for a moment. "... I know. Fuck."

"I'll make it up to you," he murmured softly, pressing a soft kiss just under Tony's ear and wondering how the hell he was going to calm down from -this-.

"Can we go soon?" he whispered breathlessly, and Jack wished to god he could grab the car and do just that, to hell with everyone else inside.

"You know they won't let you." Jack paused, then made a decision and wet his lips. "But I drove the SUV... it's in the corner of the lot. Tinted windows."

Brown eyes narrowed slightly as the groom took in the information, his voice a little huskier when he replied. "Let's go."

10:00 pm