The Day Before Tomorrow

Oh man, I totally forgot I hadn't updated here. It's still not -finished-, but here's some more smut. :D
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The Day Before Tomorrow - Part 3 10:00-11:00pm

The following takes place in the parking lot of Crazy Girls in Los Angeles, between 10 and 11 pm, on the night before Tony Almeida's wedding.

10:01 pm


"Let's go," Tony murmured, and Jack lost no time in hauling him across the parking lot, through the shadows to where he'd parked the SUV at the back of the lot by the cinderblock wall that separated it from the office complex parking next door. There was a small delivery trucked parked in front of it, and Jack thought that he couldn't have done a much better job of hiding the car if he'd actually been planning for this.

He unlocked the back door with the key instead of the noisy automatic lock, trying to think about something other than the hand that was tugging at his belt, the lips hot on his neck. "Dammit, Tony...."

"Don't complain," Tony murmured, nipping at his earlobe as Jack finally got the door open, climbing into the back, letting Tony follow and leaning over him to pull the door shut behind him. Then he caught Tony's mouth hungrily, deftly yanking his belt and jeans undone.

"You damn tease."

Tony gave a soft groan as Jack slipped a hand into his shorts, stroking his erection. "Mmm, I'm not teasing, Jack... do whatever you want me to...."

A low, throaty chuckle was his only warning, and then Tony found him once again yanked over Jack's lap, knees on the floor of the SUV, erection pressed to his thigh. Jack was yanking down his pants and boxers, and delivered two firm swats to the fleshy part of one ass cheek. "Fuck! Jack - !"

"Careful what you offer." His lover chuckled, one hand between his shoulder blades to keep him in place, palm rubbing soothing circles over the place that he'd hit. Then he repeated the same treatment to his other cheek, giving a soft groan as Tony squirmed helplessly on his lap, grinding against his thigh, not quite seeming to know if he wanted to pull away or press closer.

His voice was almost pleading. "Jack...."

"This is why I wouldn't let anyone else do this," Jack's voice was husky, still stroking, then he quickly delivered another blow before his lover had time to anticipate it. "Do you still like it, Tony?"

Tony squirmed a little under the blow, breathless, trying to get his arms under him on the seat but he wasn't feeling particularly coordinated after that last shot of whatever the hell it was, and Jack's hand on his back held him firmly in place. "I - I don't know," he replied, giving a little moan as Jack's fingers began to kneed at his ass.

A soft, amused chuckle. "Does it feel good?" He delivered another swat, and Tony bucked against his leg in response with a gasping groan.

"I... think so...."

Jack watched him with a small smile, then started in for real, blows firm but not hard, keeping timing and points of contact unpredictable, his hand making contact with his ass again and again, rubbing the soft skin between swats. Tony was shuddering under him, writing, and very quickly became so caught up in it that he jerked tense whenever Jack's hand left his skin, gasping just in anticipation of the blow. His erection pressed hard against Jack's thigh, barely constrained by his boxers, and he rocked helplessly against him under the blows, craving more sensation. "Oh god, Jack - please!"

He chuckled, patting his ass lightly and releasing the hold on his shoulders. What he didn't expect was the speed with which Tony launched himself at him, tearing at his mouth almost desperately, hands yanking his pants undone and open, wrapping his fingers around Jack's erection. "Fuck you, Jack."

He rocked up into his touch with a low groan. "Later."

Tony chuckled against his mouth, pressing him back more against the seat. "Gonna fuck the hell out of you later for that escapade."

"Counting on it..." He drew a sharp hiss as Tony dropped down to cover his erection with slow licks before taking the head in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, fingers stroking the base. Jack let his fingers tangle in Tony's hair, encouraging more, trying not to buck up into his mouth. "Oh god, Tony...."

"Revenge for the Champagne room," Tony drew back long enough to murmur, before taking him again.

Jack let his head fall back against the seat with a low groan, free hand clenching at the edge of the car seat just to have something to hold onto. Even drunk, Tony was amazing with his mouth - perhaps even more so, sucking and working his lips and tongue on him without restraint. Jack let himself rock up into his mouth just a little, groaning at how hot and wet he was, raking fingers through his hair and down his back....

Then his phone rang. He tried to ignore it for two rings, then made the mistake of checking the display. "Oh fuck... it's Gael - Tony, I gotta - " He drew a sharp hiss as Tony took him deep into his throat, fingers clenching in his hips. "Dammit, stop that - !"

"Let him call back," Tony pulled back long enough to mutter, then took him in his mouth again.

"I can't, it's your fucking stag and they're probably worried about you." He tugged Tony back to sit up, placing a firm kiss on his lips as if to keep him in place, then tried not to seem out of breath as he picked up the phone. "Bauer."

"Hey, it's Gael. Is Tony with you? I tried calling him, but it's going straight to voicemail."

"Yeah, he's out here with me." He grabbed the back of Tony's shirt, trying to keep him from resuming previous activities. "Just took him for a walk to clear his head. Was there a betting pool on when he'd puke a second time?"

Gael laughed. "No, no. Tell him we'll go easy on him when he comes back. Glad you're so patient with him, Jack."

At the moment, he felt anything but patient. "Hey, well, as long as he's having a good time. Right, Tony?"

"Mmm," Tony agreed, voice muffled as he took Jack's cock back into his mouth.

Jack gave a soft curse despite himself, drawing a sharp breath, and the voice on the other end of the phone sounded concerned. "You okay, Jack?"

"Yeah - just tripped over some rock." His fingers tightened in Tony's hair, trying not to gasp as the man deep throated him again, arching up into his mouth despite himself. "We'll - be back in a bit."

"Okay. Give us a call if you need a hand with him."

Jack tried not to laugh at how suggestive that unintentionally was. "Yeah, I will." Then he clicked off, turning the phone to silent and chucking it onto the driver's seat. He hauled Tony up by his shoulders and pressed a firm kiss to that disobedient mouth. "Condoms in the glove box."

His lover looked a little dazed for a moment, then grinned and almost lunged over the seat to pull it open, moving the passenger seat forward while he was at it. "Since when have you planned ahead?"

"Shut up," he all but growled, wriggling out of his jeans and shorts.

It was more than a little awkward, being pushed half up against the door, the plastic molded arm rest digging into his shoulder, a seat belt buckle into his hip. But it was worth it, to have his legs wrapped up around Tony's waist, his lover hard and deep inside of him. So damn good, even if they were tangled up in the backseat of a car like a couple of desperate teenagers, his head bumping against the window as Tony fucked him. He arched up against him and pulled Tony down to kiss him, sucking desperately at his lips and tongue, fingers clenching hard at his back through the tshirt. This was what he'd wanted, craved, ever since he went down on the man in the back room of the club, to have Tony on top of him, taking his pleasure of him with sharp, quick thrusts, crying out breathlessly against his mouth. Jack hoped despertly that no one would come looking for them, because he sure as hell couldn't explain away the way he knows the car must be shaking, the two of them rutting together hard and fast, Tony's mouth on his neck and his fingers wrapped around Jack's cock.

He wouldn't take this kind of chance normally, especially with so much at stake if they were to be discovered. But he couldn't resist Tony like this, dark and passionate and so damn desperate for it, and part of him just wanted to take advantage of every moment of it, before Tony got married and everything changed. So he encouraged him, urged him on with gasps and groans and pleas for more, heels digging into the small of his back as Tony drew him quickly close to climax, his lover's body shuddering helplessly against him with the pleasure of it all, and Jack could feel him close as well.

Tony nipped at his earlobe, working his cock a little faster, voice helpless, breathless against his skin. "Come on, lover... come for me."

It was unexpectedly tender, and he felt a shudder of emotion run through him to join the overwhelming sensation, the combination of it all pulling him over the edge. His hands clenched desperately at Tony's back as he bucked up against him, shuddering around him as he came, feeling his lover share in his orgasm almost silmutaneously, crying out almost triumphantly against his hair.

For a long moment, Tony stayed close, breath in soft pants against his neck, and gave a soft moan. "Oh god, Jack..."

Jack pressed his lips to his hair with a soft, sated sigh, running his fingers through it languidly. "Mmm. Perfect. Really need to get you back, though."

"I know..." He drew back to brush his lips against Jack's with a soft sigh, resting his forehead against his. "Just... just a few more minutes before I have to face their tortures again...."

Jack chuckled softly, returning his kiss, secretly liking Tony's penchant for being cuddly after sex, though he'd never say so. "Come on. It's not that bad."

"You weren't the one being spanked."


10:45 pm


As they made their way back inside, tidy and composed, a familiar figure with a crew cut appeared from around the side of the building, a strange bundle under one arm, turning and moving to meet them. "Hey! There you are."

"Nice to finally grace us with your presence, Edmunds," Jack remarked dryly.

His sometime partner grinned. "Fashionably late's the best way to go. Means you can keep drinking while watching everyone else make drunken fools of themselves. Besides, I've been here for half an hour while you two have been off." His smile widened and he took the inflated object from under his arm and thrust it at Tony. "I brought you a date."

Tony stared at it blearily. "It's... an inflatable midget."

Chase's glee was barely contained. "And you can put your beer in her head."

Jack tried very prudently not to smirk. "At least it's not a sex doll."

Tony shot them both a look, and tucked the doll under his arm, turning for the door. "Thanks, guys."

Chase glanced over at Jack as they made their way inside. "Nice shirt."

He shrugged. "The guys are merciless."

His partner tilted his head to the side a little. "This supposed to mean that you're macking on the bride, or the groom?"

Ahead of them, Tony choked a little, and Jack snorted. "It means I'm fucking your mom, Chase."

"Ouch! That was cold, Jack! Hey guys!" He waved ahead to the group, who gave a cheer upon spotting Tony's return. "Hey, someone order a round of JD. And a beer for Tony's new girlfriend. Shots on me!"

Jack chuckled, patting Tony on the back as he passed him. "Think you can survive a few more hours?"

Tony glanced over to where Chase was talking excitedly with Milo. "I was far more optimistic before he arrived."

11:00 pm