Appointment Post / Voicemail / All That Jazz

[justicereigns]

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[justicereigns]

[DOES, MENTALLY SCREAMING. AND WHEN THEY ARE SAFELY LANDED?]

[ALL THE STRANGLING.]

STOP TRYING TO GET US BOTH KILLED!

[orangeoutlaw]

[laughs and chokes]

It won't kill us that easily.

[pets the handlebars]

I'll go easier on your bike, though. [which is to say still fast but no more tricks.]

[justicereigns]

[WHIMPERS AND holds onto Ace's belt loops and the seat again.]

See that you do.

[STERN AND TOTALLY CLOSING HIS EYES FOR A BIT.]

[HE IS GOING TO HAVE A HEART ATTACK.]

[AND THEN HE'LL REALLY BE OLD.]

[orangeoutlaw]

Sorry about that. [grins and leans back so he can tilt his head back and look at him.]

Did I scare you?

[justicereigns]

Ahahaha...

L-Like I'd be scared over a little thing like that.

[>:| HE WILL KILL YOU.]

[And also, his hands are kind of in a death grip on the seat.]

[HOLDING ON FOR DEAR LIFE.]

[orangeoutlaw]

[oh no it's super cute.

Ace leans further back to bite Smoker's chin, then clonks his jaw with his forehead as he sits back up and eases down the speed, but gradually so Smoker might not notice so much]

You're adorable, Taisa.

[justicereigns]

[Grunts.]

[And he wants to punch Ace for that, but still can't move his hands...]

[So he headbutts and barks!]

EYES ON THE ROAD DUMBASS!

[orangeoutlaw]

[laughs and keeps his eyes on the road.

And for a while they're going at a pretty calm pace. Ace doesn't really mind it. It's serene driving this way at night.

But then he can't help but reach back at some point and run a hand along Smoker's leg]

Hey, baby.

[justicereigns]

Portgas.

[Quiet growl.]

[orangeoutlaw]

Taisa?

[grope grope]

[justicereigns]

Hands on the bars, idget.

[But squeezes the bike more with his knees, possibly Ace too, but it's only to keep in balance.]

[orangeoutlaw]

[that feels good. Ace obeys though.

But tendrils of fire creep over Smoker's legs though and on his inner thighs and under his jacket.

uhuhuhu]

[justicereigns]

[BRIGHT RED.]

[MUST REMAIN MOSTLY UNAFFECTED.]

Portgas.

[Mentally cursing his voice for being a little shakier.]

[orangeoutlaw]

Taisa?

[doop de doop. Nothing out of the ordinary here. Just driving along at a smooth pace on a moonlit evening. It's almost like a date!

Ace makes a mental note to bring that up later.

Also have more tickling fire]

[justicereigns]

[Sighs in Ace's ear, letting smoke tickle his neck. Um. Revenge???]

Your aim appears to be off. Unless you have even less control over your fire than you pretend.

[Okay, so it's admitting he's affected, but still, he played it cool at least.]

[orangeoutlaw]

[shivers]

I know just where I'm going. [the fire gets a little more intense as if he lost some control at that but is now creeping up Smoker's neck to caress along his jawline]

[justicereigns]

Hah...

[He meant that to be a laugh but it came out a lot differently, and he clamps teeth hard on the cigars.]

I'm sure you do. [Sarcasm!]

[And he tries to move the hands enough to grab Ace's legs enough to make him jump, without letting go of the seat too.]

[Oh wait.]

[Smoke.]

[Yes. He can do this.]

[Pats!]

[But also tries to make it as obvious as possible that he's patting down Ace's fires... except that there aren't that many fires though, oops.]

[orangeoutlaw]

[jumps and the bike swerves a bit. He can tell Smoker is putting out his fires but keeps them just hot enough so that Smoker can't put them out easily. The fire licks around Smoker's ears, and then slides over his temples like fingers]

Hm...

[justicereigns]

[Grunts at the fire on his ears, and the bike swerve, but chuckles when they don't spin out and --]

[alkjdlkasjdalskjd]

[Maybe it's just as well he's NOT driving, because he couldn't have begun to concentrate enough for it now gosh.]

[He's half tempted to tell Ace to pull over, but that would be admitting his failure to be unaffected.]

[Damn him.]

[But that's fine.]

[He'll just nuzzle into Ace's neck to put the fire out on side.]

[Brat.]

Don't crash.

[Mumbled softly in his ear.]

[orangeoutlaw]

[Smoker is making it extremely difficult to stay focused. The nuzzle gets him more than he would like to admit and he lets out a shaky breath. There's just something about him being affectionate like that... his voice warm and growly in Ace's ear...

His eyes slide closed and he realizes he shouldn't do that and opens them again but only a fraction to see the road whizzing past.]

Mmmm. [it sounded more like he'd tasted something good than acknowledged what Smoker said and the fire is just everywhere on Smoker now, with a mind of its own]

[justicereigns]

Pull over, brat.

[Because they are totally going to crash if Ace keeps sparking like that and Smoker doesn't know how to adjust the bike handlebars from this angle, not even a little.]

[orangeoutlaw]

[pulls over and kills the engine. Then turns in his seat, shifting up into Smoker's lap and pulls his head down to slip his tongue into Smoker's mouth.

...This was what he'd meant wasn't it?]

[justicereigns]

[Shit.]

[It wasn't...]

[But you know...]

[He's finding it hard to object.]

[Especially not when he's tossing away the cigar filters and putting both hands on Ace's head to kiss him harder and trying to steal the deepest taste of him he can.]

[It's just fire to replace the cigars.]

[Seriously.]

[Totally.]

[He can quit anytime he wants.]

[Just watch him.]

[orangeoutlaw]

[don't quit. They've only just started. He's restless. Shifting. Making a noise at the return of the kiss and the feel of Smoker's gloved hands on his face. He pulls himself a little closer and explores Smoker's mouth more, trusting on him to keep the bike steady as Ace's feet aren't even on the ground anymore]

[justicereigns]

[Yup, he's balancing his bike, but already setting up a kickstand and shifting to let Ace do as he pleases, but ready to pick him up and carry him to against a tree as needed.]

[He is definitely in over his head, and he should probably figure out how to pull back, but he just returns the kisses, seeking out more heat, and running his hands down Ace's jaw, drinking in his features. Because really, Ace had looks to die for, and probably even Fujitora would notice.]