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Now that Violet has joined the party, the Mona bus is starting to get a little cramped. No, that’s an understatement. It’s always been cramped. It’s just now someone always has to be in someone’s lap, it’s usually Oracle or Violet as they’re the smallest, but sometimes it comes down to rock paper scissors.
Crow watches as Joker loses to Skull. The dumbass clearly threw the match but he isn’t sure why until Joker saunters up to him.
“Aw, looks like I gotta sit in your lap, Crow.” Joker teases, he’s met with a grumble.
“It’s cold anyway, I’m going to steal your warmth you fucking furnace.” Crow snaps back at him. It’s freezing in Mementos now. Plus, it’s a long as hell drive down to where they need to go, and Shadows on these upper levels run in fear of them so they don’t get fights to warm up with either.
“As promised I brought blankets!” Noir tells them with a very large bag in her arms. She and Queen dole them out, and the team scrambles into the bus. Joker and Crow take the seat in the very back. It’s off to the left and on the other side is open space where they’re able to store collected treasure, equipment, and thousands of flowers for Jose.
Apparently, Joker had asked Mona why he can’t just create a seat there, or expand his bus-self but the cat throws a hissy fit about it, so he’s given up the fight.
Crow sits down, spreading his legs just enough to allow Joker to sit in his lap. He does so gladly, then pulls the blanket up over them. Joker snuggles into the warmth of the blanket, and presses his back to Crows chest with a sigh.
“Joker, are you trying to piss off Crow?” Skull asks with a laugh.
“No! He secretly loves affection, I know it.” Joker quips back.
“It’s so secret, even I didn’t know it apparently.” Crow deadpans. “Why do I put up with your antics, Joker?” They’ve never officially told the other thieves that they’re together. No one has mentioned it to them, so either no one knows, or everyone does. He isn’t going to push his luck to find out.
Crow slides his gauntlets off, then his helmet, and adds them to the equipment pile, then under the cover of the blanket, wraps his arms around Joker. He’s loath to admit it, but Joker is right. He craves the affection his boyfriend gives him so readily. Every gentle touch, every tender kiss, he can’t get enough.
“You’re being very cute right now.” Crow whispers into his boyfriend’s ear. “Are you planning something?” Joker shrugs subtly.
“I’m just always cute, aren’t I?” He whispers back. That’s true, but Crow can’t help but feel that Joker has some motive for wanting to sit in his lap right now. Was he finally wanting to tell his friends about their relationship? Crow himself didn’t care either way, Joker was the hesitant one. He didn’t blame him either. Crow had hurt his friends and didn’t deserve their mercy or forgiveness. He didn’t deserve Joker’s either, but the boy gave it so willingly.
Once the group is settled, they begin their descent. Every few minutes having to get out, go down the escalator and pile in again. It’s tedious but better than not having a vehicle, he knows that firsthand. Conversation is flowing well between the group. He even jumps in on occasion, a well placed quip or two. Violet in particular likes to ask for his opinion on things, trying to rope him into the group. It’s almost touching, he supposes.
They’ve already made it to the path of Chemdah. It’s around the 3rd floor down when Joker starts to mess with him. At first it’s just a slight shift, easily played off as getting more comfortable. Then he’s pressing back more, perhaps he’s cold and trying to get closer. But when Joker starts subtly rocking his hips, grinding against him— he knows the moron is trying to get a rise out of him. Worse, it’s fucking working.
“What do you think you’re doing?” He whispers. Joker doesn’t stop his movements.
“Hm? Me? Nothing, really.” Joker whispers back coyly. Infuriating. Crow is pretty sure he’s only half-hard right now, but it’s more than he should be at all.
“Nothing? It seems to me you’re wanting something from me, but as we’re both aware, we’re only an hour into a Mementos run. We have hours left to go. So again, what do you think you’re doing?”
“Can’t I tease you a little?” He asks, wiggling his hips more. “Maybe I like feeling you against me.” He says, turning to bat his pretty eyelashes at Crow.
“You’re ridiculous. My suit is skin tight, everyone will notice if I’m hard. It’s embarrassing.” He huffs.
“Hold the blanket in front of you when we change floors, it’ll be fine.” Joker tells him playfully.
“Hm, well I’ll have to tease you as well to make it even, won’t I?” Crow smiles sweetly at Joker, whose eyes are lit up.
“You can if you want.” He responds, and promptly grinds his plump ass on him harder than before. His dick would be standing at attention if it weren’t for the damn bodysuit constricting it uncomfortably.
“You’d like that wouldn’t you? I bet you’re already getting hard from this.” He whispers before reaching around to confirm his suspicions. He’s fully erect, and while Crow knows they’re going to have to pile out of the bus in a few minutes, he has no problem unzipping Joker's pants and pulling out his cock.
Joker fights back a whimper, it goes unnoticed to the rest of the thieves. Crow languidly strokes his hard dick, thankful that he’d already taken off his gauntlets. He thumbs the head, just because he knows Joker is so sensitive there. He squirms in Crow’s lap.
“Joker, Crow, we need your opinions here!” Crow turns his attention to Oracle, her goggles are resting on her head and her eyes are looking at the two of them inquisitively.
“Sorry, Oracle, we were talking. What do you need an opinion on?” Joker asks sheepishly.
“For western cartoons, which is better: subtitles or Japanese dubbing?” She asks.
“Oh, dub for sure.” He says, wiggling a little more in Crow’s lap. Infuriating for both frankly.
“Are you kidding? Use the subtitles! The mannerisms and the expression in their voices are a reflection of the language they’re speaking!” Crow argues.
“That’s what I’m saying!” Panther says. “Skull and Joker are crazy!” Voices are raised again as the fighting resumes among the other members. Joker pipes up to come to Skull’s defense when he can.
Crow's strokes become more deliberate, his grip tightening around Joker's throbbing length. He’s certainly not going to give up because Joker decided to engage in an asinine debate.
Joker bites his lip to stifle a moan, his body trembling with anticipation. Crow can feel the heat radiating from Joker's body, the desire coursing through his veins.
“C’mon guys! I just hate having to pause to read it, ya know?” Skull says in an attempt to justify his habits. The bus jostles slightly, causing Joker’s body to press closer into his. Joker's breath hitches, his hips involuntarily bucking against Crow's hand.
“I can hardly imagine any of the trash you watch is above a 4th grade reading level, Skull.” Crow cuts in. “Are you suggesting that your reading comprehension is worse than that of a nine year old?”
“Dude!” Skull squawks. He catches Noir giggling behind her hand. Her and Queen are in the front seat, minding their own business for the most part. Everyone knows not to bother Queen much while she’s driving.
Crow's hand moves faster, his thumb expertly circling the sensitive tip of Joker's cock. Joker covers a moan with a throaty laugh, and no one is the wiser.
The bus comes to an abrupt stop. Though he supposes it only feels that way since it’s been so lively, and he’s been otherwise distracted .
Everyone piles out of the bus while Crow tucks Joker’s hard cock back into his pants, giving it a little tap once he’s zipped up.
“Having any regrets yet, Joker?” He asks coolly while they exit the bus, though Crow is holding their fluffy blanket close. Covering his own aching erection.
“Not yet, no. I’m having a very good time.” He winks, following the others down the escalator to the next level.
&
The next several floors are the same. Joker seats himself on Crow’s lap in the back of the bus, grinding against him at an agonizingly slow pace. All while Crow tortures Joker over and over again by stroking him to the brink of release before having to stop once again to change floors.
No one seems to have caught on, which is good. Crow doesn’t have a reputation to maintain with these idiots, but Joker does. If his boyfriend is willing to play with fire however, he shouldn’t be surprised if he gets burned.
When they get off the escalator at the start of the Path of Sheriruth… it’s pitch black.
“Ugh, guys this floor is gonna suck.” Oracle tells them.
“Why’s that?” Violet asks. “Because it’s dark?”
“That and it’s at least a 30 minute drive to the next platform. Just a spiral, no rooms, no shadows, just darkness.” She says. “And it’s all tracks, so be prepared for a bumpy ride.”
“I suppose I’ll have to wait to continue my sketching.” Fox sighs.
“My headlights will still work, so Queen’ll be good to drive.” Mona assures them before transforming. His headlights are practically blinding in this darkness. They reflect off the walls enough that everything is cast in a very dim light.
Without much further complaint, the group piles into the bus. Chatter fills the darkness around them, easy conversations, and talking over one another is common among them, a little lack of light doesn’t change that.
Crow can feel Joker shuffling in front of him before sitting and— what?
“Why did you pull your pants down?” Crow whispers harshly. “What the hell are you planning?” Joker’s bare skin feels burning hot, even through the fabric of his jumpsuit.
“Take a wild guess, Crow.” He can imagine Joker winking at him. Crow runs his hand down his boyfriend’s back and cups his ass, dipping in until he’s met with solid silicone.
“You— you’ve really had a butt plug in this whole time?” His whisper comes out more impressed than angry like he’d intended.
“Mmhmm.” He confirms, “Was for after our trip, but I mean, why not now?” Joker suggests. Heat floods his veins and he’s unable to come up with any rationalization as to why this is a bad idea, even though it so objectively is.
Crow grabs the base of the plug and presses it in further, slowly circling it around. Joker digs his nails into Crow’s thighs and God it feels good. His hands fumble to find the lower snaps on his suit, undoing just enough for his cock to be freed.
He pulls out the plug gently, and once it’s out Joker takes it from him, storing it God knows where. Crow lines his erection up, and Joker sinks down onto him.
The tightness and warmth of Joker's ass envelops Crow's throbbing length, causing a low groan to escape his lips. They both freeze for a moment, hoping that no one has noticed their sudden change in position. But the darkness and the noise of the bus provide them with a small semblance of privacy.
Joker starts to move, slowly at first, grinding his hips in a circular motion. Crow's hands grip his waist, guiding him in rhythm with his movements.
Crow can feel the bus jostling and swaying as Queen navigates the bumpy tracks. It only adds to the thrill for him, the risk of getting caught heightening every ounce of pleasure. He’s not as noisy when he’s not the one with a dick up his ass. Joker is always vocal, it’s deliciously hot. Joker will need to be careful, keeping his moans stifled and movements discreet.
Joker's head falls back against Crow's shoulder, his lips brushing against Crow's ear. "Faster," he breathes, his voice laced with need. Crow obliges, his thrusts becoming more forceful, matching the urgency in Joker's voice.
The bus rattles and shakes, practically fucking Joker for Crow. He tightens his grip on Joker's hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he loses himself in the heat of the moment.
Joker's moans become more uncontrollable, escaping his lips in a series of breathy gasps that he’s hiding behind his red-gloved hand. Crow’s cock must be too overwhelming for him to stifle his vocalizations.
The Mona bus continues to jolt and sway, the sensations become even more intense. Crow can feel the tightness of Joker's ass gripping him and can feel the familiar tightening in his abdomen, signaling his impending release.
Joker reaches the edge, his body tenses, his muscles contracting from his release. Crow's name escapes his lips in a breathless whisper as he spills his seed into Crow's waiting hand. Crow continues to stroke him through his orgasm, prolonging the pleasure until Joker's body finally relaxes against him.
It doesn’t take much more for Crow to tumble over the edge as well, stifling his own moans by biting into Joker’s shoulder. It’s fucking exquisite the way Joker clenches around him, sucking him dry.
Crow pulls out, and Joker replaces the plug from earlier. The thought of Joker continuing to battle stuffed full of Crow’s cum is enough to make his head spin. He quickly tucks Joker back into his pants, zipping them up with practiced ease.
The blanket is now splattered with Joker’s spend, which is a problem they’ll need to sort out before they return the blanket to Noir. However, they still have a few more minutes in the dark together.
“I cannot believe we did that.” Crow mutters into Joker’s ear. Joker chuckles lowly.
"God, it was so worth it." Joker whispers back in that unfairly husky fucked-out voice of his. Crow can't help but smile, his heart pounding in his chest. He never thought he would be engaging in this type of risky behavior, but there's something undeniably intoxicating about it.
“I’m gonna close my eyes for a minute. I’m suddenly exhausted.” Joker huffs. Crow kisses somewhere on his face, it’s hard to tell in the dark. He feels Joker slump against him and soon enough his leader is fast asleep. Crow closes his eyes too, leaning his head against his boyfriend’s. Drowsiness takes over and he too is lulled to sleep.
&
The Mona bus rumbles to a stop, jolting Joker and Crow awake from their peaceful slumber. The lights flicker on, illuminating the groggy expressions on their faces. Crow rubs his eyes, and groans out loud.
"Seriously, Joker? Falling asleep on me again?" he grumbles, he nudges Joker off his lap and straightens his suit, pretending to be irritated by their close proximity.
Joker stretches and yawns, feigning innocence. "Hey, it's not my fault you make such a comfortable pillow," he retorts with a mischievous grin.
"Aww, look at you two. So cute when you're all cuddled up together," Violet teases, her voice filled with amusement.
Oracle chimes in, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Yeah, you two are awfully close lately aren’t you?" Crow rolls his eyes, trying to hide his affection.
"Oh, please. We just happened to fall asleep like this. It's not a big deal," he says, his voice laced with faux annoyance. Joker smirks and plants a kiss on Crow’s cheek.
"Don't listen to him, guys. He secretly loves me," he says, winking at the others. Crow feels himself blush. He scoffs and pushes Joker off his lap and onto the floor.
“Ugh. One of your healing ointments exploded on the blanket.” He says, disgust evident in his voice.
“Yikes. Sorry Noir, I’ll take it home and wash it.” Joker offers.
“It’s quite alright Joker. You can keep it, I have plenty of blankets.” She smiles warmly.
The group exits the bus, stretching their limbs after the long ride on this floor. Crow and Joker exchange a knowing glance, their secret tryst hidden beneath their playful banter.
Ahead of them Mona is talking to Panther, and Crow catches just a bit of what he’s saying.
“Oh yeah, even in the dark I can see most of what’s happening inside me in bus form.” He says. Oh no.
“Oooh! So tell me, who initiated the cuddling, Crow or Joker?” She teases. Mona throws a glance back to Crow, cold as ice, before responding to Panther.
“Joker did, but Crow didn’t hesitate to cuddle back. I think Joker might be onto something.” He says. Panther giggles. Joker looks thoroughly embarrassed.
Maybe their secret relationship won’t be secret that much longer. Either way, Crow thinks he probably owes the cat some sushi.