[CW: Slightly dubious consent by way of both parties being inebriated.]
"What we started?! You attacked me!"
"You were into it."
Indignation thunders through Noel's veins. This arrogant, entitled, drunk son-of-a-bitch—!
"We were going to do this tomorrow night anyway," Jade smirks, inserting his leg between Noel's. "Or, tonight, I guess, since it's past midnight. What's the difference?"
"There's a big difference!" Noel contends furiously. "We're at a hotel full of our coworkers! Use your alcohol-addled brain to think of why that might be a bad idea!"
"No one's going to see us in here."
"Taking that chance is—"
Jade seals their lips together, pushing his tongue instantly into Noel's open mouth. For a blinding second, Noel considers biting it off. Jade would kill him, but it would be very satisfying for about two minutes. Then Jade tilts his head, softening the graceless kiss into something slower, more deliberate. A warm hum buzzes down Noel's spine, pooling traitorously in his gut, and he finds his tense muscles relaxing, despite himself.
It must be the wine, he thinks blearily, eyelids flickering as Jade entwines their tongues with languid ease. Maybe I'm drunker than I thought.
Too late, he realizes that all of his resistance has slackened. Jade shifts on top of him, inserting himself fully between Noel's legs, and Noel can't summon the desire to stop him. The hot, solid body against his groin pulls more blood downward, and Noel can feel himself hardening in his dress pants. Jade cants his hips and Noel moans into Jade's mouth. Embarrassment prickles through him at the sound, but then Jade groans in response, breath coming in ragged pants, and the uncomfortable heat swiftly melts into molten pleasure. Jade is still wearing the towel around his waist, and it does almost nothing to contain his growing erection; the long, rigid shape of it settles in the crook of Noel's hip and Jade ruts forward again, dragging a burning path through Noel's trousers.
For a moment, Noel wonders if this is what it's going to be tonight: clumsy, half-clothed grinding on a hotel bed. He wouldn't object. Even inebriated, Jade is intense and purposeful. He moves sinuously over Noel, rutting their lower bodies together, dominating Noel's mouth in an addictive, tidal rhythm. Noel can feel himself leaking already and figures that he could definitely just come like this—
Jade breaks the kiss, leaving Noel gasping in fresh air for a split second before hands lock around his waist and the world tilts. Noel's head was already spinning, so even when Jade settles on his back, holding Noel steady on top of him, it takes a moment for Noel to reorient himself. He blinks down at Jade, absently appreciating the golden lamplight on his bronze skin. Miles and miles of bronze skin.
"What?" he asks stupidly.
Jade's half-lidded eyes rove up and down Noel's torso. His grip on Noel's hips tightens then releases, leaving his hands just sitting at the tops of Noel's thighs.
It takes Noel's lust-clouded mind a beat to catch on. Jade is offering him a chance to leave. All of that posturing and dominance, enhanced by the booze—but when it comes down to it, he actually cares whether or not Noel is willing.
Lucky for him, Noel can't quite remember why he was hesitant in the first place.
Taking Jade's flushed face in his hands, Noel leans down and kisses him again. Jade comes back to life, fingers digging into Noel's thighs as he drags Noel down to meet each roll of his hips. One hand travels upward, painting a scorching line up Noel's chest, and tugs at Noel's collar, urging him to shrug the damp fabric down his arms and off. Noel discards it somewhere behind him, already preoccupied with squeezing Jade's dense pectoral muscles.
Breaking the kiss, Jade tilts his head to teeth at Noel's neck. "Smell like wine," he mumbles before laving his tongue over Noel's pulse point.
"Yeah, I was—I was covered in wine—" Noel inhales sharply as his erection scrapes against his fly. He needs to get his pants off yesterday.
"Why?" Jade asks, apparently reading his mind and reaching for Noel's waistband.
Noel helps him rip his zipper open, then lifts up in order to gracelessly kick off his pants and underwear. "Beckett threw a glass of wine at me," he responds, untucking Jade's towel and brushing it aside. "That's why—" he breaks off, words evaporating at the sight of Jade's cock.
He'd only felt it last time, and even from that he got a pretty good picture of what it might look like, but the reality is even more astonishing than he imagined. Long and thick, the hefty weight of it lolls onto Jade's stomach, the dark, dusky brown standing out against the rest of Jade's burnished skin. The foreskin is pulled back, exposing the ruddy head, pearls of fluid leaking from the slit.
"See something you like?" Jade's obnoxious voice breaks through his daze and Noel scowls at his smug face.
"There's no point in being that big."
"It's proportional."
"If you think that's going inside of me, you've lost it," Noel says, trying to hide the flutter of nervousness in his stomach.
Jade squirms into a more comfortable position, lying flat on the duvet. "Not today," he tosses out.
Not ever! Noel thinks furiously.
"But we can still have fun," Jade smirks. "Like last time. Spin around."
Before Noel can ask what he means, Jade's hands are guiding him up and around until he's braced on all fours over Jade's torso, staring directly down at Jade's erection.
"Ever sucked dick before?" Jade asks casually, pumping himself lightly. The motion of his big, veiny hand moving around his thick shaft is mesmerizing.
"No," Noel manages. His own cock, painfully hard at this point, hangs level with Jade's face and he doesn't dare look down or he risks his entire head bursting into flames.
Jade snorts. "What have you done?"
Before Noel can respond, Jade's free hand cups around his erection and he jolts, a shameful bolt of heat spearing through him.
"Relax," Jade says, relinquishing his own cock in order to grab Noel's thigh. "Just do your best and focus on guiding."
His voice is not kind or encouraging, despite his words, but Noel takes heed anyway. Right. Guiding. That's the point of this nonsense.
With that in mind, he wraps a hand around Jade's length.