Date #01

1. For qvoro: I just really love your art? Yeah. Also that one collection of Jin/Malos stuff you have on here is absolute gold.

2. For RoseOfATHeNs: it was just pretty exciting to see a worl related to mine. I'm still not over it. *screams*

This work was born out of the need for a smut. I needed Jin/Nalos smut desperately and I thought "gotta take matters into my own hands". I did. You're looking at the results.

As always, all mistakes are mine since I was the sole editor of the work. Do point out any mistakes you see, thanks.

Enjoy.

"You're nervous." Patroka says from her desk.

"No duh," says Jin as he hides his face behind his hands. He wants to ask Malos out on a date but he doesn't even know where to start.

"You said you went multiple rounds with him on the day you first met," she says as if she were talking about the weather.

"Five," Jin clarifies. It's mortifying that he'd gushed to Patroka about practically everything. It's a choice he's coming to regret. And anyway, he and Malos haven't done anything together since then.

"And you continued sexting each other afterwards," Patroka pauses for a bit, and then adds, "every day." Jin glares at Patroka, unimpressed. She doesn't budge; she never does. He turns the glare on Mikhail when the man starts laughing. The laugh changes to a cough. Good.

"Texting. I said texting," he says eventually. Patroka simply raises an eyebrow. "He sends memes, and sometimes we talk about Indol and Coeia. Sometimes we just get on a call and we just... you know... talk?"

"You've got it bad, huh," says Mikhail. He's got the 'I'm THE love-guru' look on his face, as if he hasn't been trying (and failing miserably) to woo the writer who works in the office adjacent to theirs. Jin doesn't grace him with a verbal response, flipping him the bird is good enough. He snickers. Of course.

Patroka sighs in frustration. "Show me a pic," she tells Jin. He must have a confused expression on his face, cause she sighs again. This one is more drawn out. "Of him. A pic of him." Jin fishes his phone out of his pocket and unlocks it. "Not a nude," Patroka says as if she's had to draw that line one too many times.

Jin can't help but feel offended. Of course he wouldn't show her a nude... except every pic of Malos he has, while not necessarily a nude, has a sexual tone to it. Wow.

Patroka is giving him her patented 'I told you so' look. Mikhail is laughing so hard that his breaths are coming out shallow. Jin wishes he was close enough to smack the blond. Patroka, as if having read his mind, reaches out and hits Mikhail. He falls (who told him to sit like that?) and squawks. 'Thank you', Jin's eyes say. 'That wasn't for you', Patroka's eyes say back.

"Crop a photo or something. I don't wanna see his junk, just his face," she tells him. Ah. Jin is a bit embarrassed he didn't think of that. He edits one of the, uh, cleaner photos and hands his phone to her. "Cool," Patroka says after looking at it.

Mikhail stands up and looks over her shoulder at the photo as well. He whistles. "Damn, I'd do him," he remarks as he hands the phone back. Jin makes a face, and Mikhail adds, "I'd do you too, Frosty."

"No more coffee today, Mik," Patroka says decidedly, not looking up from her phone (when did she get her phone out?).

"Nooooo, how am I meant to handle all the callers? Pat? Patrokaaaa." That's Mikhail, ever the theatric.

Patroka doesn't bring up Malos again until late afternoon, when they're just about to close office.

"Restaurant, movie."

"Hm?" Jin stops sorting out his stuff and looks at Patroka.

"Date," Patroka says, "take Malos for a movie, go out to eat."

"Then you can eat him out," comes Mikhail's muffled shout from the room over.

'That's a brilliant idea,' Jin thinks to himself. He only thinks it, because he doesn't want to encourage Mikhail.

Jin doesn't know Patroka's methods, or how she found out what his name is, but from what he and Malos talk about, the suggestions make sense. He really wants to give her a hug. The look on her face promises big consequences if he does. Instead he promises her a date to her favourite Urayan place instead.

She gives him a brief hug (don't ask; he doesn't understand either).

***

Jin asks Malos out and Malos says yes. That calms the fluttering in his stomach a bit.

They meet at the Argentum Cinema at three. Malos looks really good. The pants he's got on hug him in all the right places, and his t-shirt accentuates his chest. Also, Jin never knew leather jackets could look that hot. He feels sort of underdressed, but the way Malos is looking at him, he must have done something right (Lora helped, of course. She didn't ask much, but he's sure she'll press him on some later date).

After greeting each other (Malos pulls Jin in for a hug and wow, is Jin popping a stiffy just from smelling Malos? Embarrassing). Jin hopes Malos doesn't notice, but the smirk he gives him when they pull apart burns that hope up. Of course he noticed.

After getting themselves snacks, they head inside and get seated. The movie is pretty good, and though Jin isn't a very emotional person, he knows his eyes teared a bit when the main character sacrificed her life to buy her friends time for some great escape they needed to make. Malos takes his hand, and Jin is really glad to have him there.

And thus, boy met girl... again. Perfect. Beautiful. He knows someone who would love the movie.

After leaving the movie theatre, they head to the Gormotti restaurant where Jin made a reservation; the Torigoth Patch. Since it's just a street over, they walk to it. Jin tries his best not to have a meltdown, cause Malos' hand is intertwined with his the entire way there.

The place is beautiful, yeah, but Jin doesn't pay much attention to that cause Malos takes of his jacket and damn, Jin forgot just how much he likes Malos' arms.

Malos is a really conversant date, and the moment they're seated, the conversation starts flowing. The discussion is easy, and they learn a lot about each other; stuff they hadn't mentioned over text.

Malos tells him about his family. Seven members, with his mum, dad, and eldest brother overseas, and his elder sister and two younger sisters currently in the country.

"She's not really older than me, you know," Malos informs Jin.

Jin sips his water before responding. "I don't know, Malos... 2 minutes is a pretty significant time difference." Malos probably doesn't know how cute he looks when he pouts.

Before Jin can analyse just what his brain meant by calling Malos cute, their food arrives. He shelves that conversation with himself for later. They continue talking as they eat.

Jin tells Malos about himself, stuff he doesn't talk much about. The parents he never got to know, life in the orphanage, Lora. Jin doesn't realise he's shaking as he talks about Gort until Malos reaches across the table and takes his hand.

They move on to discuss other things, like Amalthus' latest justification for the things Indol was doing in Coeia, an in depth discussion of why Malos' related to the villain in the movie they'd just watched ("He's not the villain, just the antihero!") to what they wanted for dessert--oh, they'd finished their food. Huh. When did that happen?

"Of course you'd order ice cream. Why don't you try something interesting like... the lucky dawn pudding?

"What can I say Jin, I like cream," the sultry undertone to Malos' voice and the smoky look in his eyes tell Jin that the dark-haired man is not, in fact, talking about dairy. Suddenly, Jin is VERY aware of their legs touching under the table. He clears his throat and wishes his blood would stop rushing to certain places.

For the first time since they stepped into the Torigoth Patch, there's silence at their table. It's not bad, just tense. The kind of tension that makes his palms sweaty; the kind that makes Jin wish he and Malos were alone.

Their dessert arrives and they both thank the waitress. The tension makes its return once she leaves. Malos licks his lips, and Jin can't help the way his eyes follow that tongue. Malos looks into Jin's eyes and smiles, something smouldering.

Jin looks down and stuffs his mouth with toffee pudding. Maybe he's a little hard. Maybe. His eyes, traitors that they are, look back up at Malos and his ice cream. The man is licking his spoon, and suddenly Jin is a lot hard.

"So uhh," Jin says slowly, watching as Malos puts another spoonful of vanilla ice cream in his mouth. And another. And another. And another. And a--how does one make eating ice cream look so obscene? "Uhhh," says Jin intelligently, "would you... would you like anything else?"

Malos simply hums as Jin watches him finish his ice cream (the toffee pudding he'd been using to distract himself had disappeared from his plate. And in such an untimely fashion? Rude).

"You," says Malos simply. There's a look of satisfaction on his face as Jin feels himself heat up. Couldn't this man give his dick a rest?

"Fuck," Jin mumbles under his breath, "excuse me, could we please get the bill?"

***

They're on each other the moment they're in the doorway. Jin doesn't even know who kissed who first, all he cares about is MalosMalosMalos--

Malos pulls back. His eyes are dark. "Where do you want me, Jin?" He asks.

"Couch, kitchen--fuck! Anywhere," Jin replies. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he can't believe he's this worked up. Another part of his conscience uselessly tells him that Malos' body is probably some sort of aphrodisiac to him.

Malos simply chuckles. Something about it makes Jin ache painfully to get him naked. "Bedroom it is."

They'd have gotten to the bedroom in one minute if Jin hadn't insisted on kissing Malos the whole way there. Somehow, at some point, Jin had wrapped his legs around Malos' waist and let the man carry him (Why is the fact that Malos can lift him such a turn on?)

Somehow, the kisses become even more intense when they get onto the bed. He can't get enough right now. Malos' back, arms, ass... he's pretty sure it's a crime that they're still clothed.

"Fuck," Jin whispers when their lips part.

"Soon," says Malos heatedly, voice low. And Jin honestly thought that he couldn't get any harder. Everyone is wrong sometimes. The dark-haired man now stands over him, eyes lust-filled. Then he starts to take of Jin's clothes slowly, looking into his eyes the whole time. It feels intimate, the way Malos' fingers brush over his skin as he takes off everything. Jin feels exposed like this, laid out before Malos.

"It's a sin that you're still in your clothes," Jin says as he looks up at Malos. Yes, the clothes are hot, they just happen to be in the way of everything that's about to happen... actually, wait... that's an idea for another day.

"Is it now?" Malos asks, voice playful. Jin bites his lip and nods, and Malos makes a low noise in the back of his throat. His pupils somehow swallow up even more of the purple of his irises.

Malos starts to strip, and though Jin knows it only takes about two minutes for him to be out of his clothes, it feels like an eternity. Watching it all is an experience of its own cause Malos, duh. The way he pulls his shirt off, the way he bends at the waist to take his pants off... Every movement powerful and deliberate as he exposes his skin, inch by inch. It feels like a strip show just for Jin, and that makes him want Malos even more.

"Malos," Jin whispers reverently once all his clothes are off. The dark-haired man simply grins in response. That grin promises many, many things that Jin is very eager to accept.

Then Kissing. Somehow, it feels even better than before, having Malos' skin against his, feeling the way the man shudders when Jin swirls his tongue around. Their crotches are pressed together, and they grind slowly against each other.

Malos pulls away from Jin. Unfortunate. He whines involuntarily and Malos chuckles (yep, that'll be very embarrassing when all this is over. Jin shoves the thought to the back of his mind).

"There's something I've been meaning to try," Malos tells Jin, "just wait here. I'll be back soon." Jin nods and then lets his eyes follow Malos' ass as he walks to one of the drawers in the room. As the man walks back, Jin wonders whether to stare at his chest, or at his dick. They're both very nice--generously sized too--and Jin can't choose. The Malos dilemma.

"My eyes are up here, Jin," Malos snorts. He gets back to the bed with a bottle in his hand. Oil. Love oil, his brain corrects.

"Oh," says Jin as he takes the bottle into his hands. He remembers when he and Malos had fun in the shower, and he made an offhand remark about oil being more fun than soap. He's surprised that Malos remembered that. Surprised and a bit charmed. Only a little bit. "What about your bed?"

"All bases covered, Jin," Malos says, shaking a rather large towel in front of his face.

"Ever the ready man," Jin says as he gets off the bed. They take of the duvet and put the towel on it.

"Only for you," Malos says back as he guides Jin to lay on the towel.

"How is this so soft?" Jin asks as he sinks into the towel.

"I like the finer things in life." Malos is uncapping the oil bottle, but his gaze is pointedly on Jin when he speaks. That was smooth. "Get on your stomach, Jin," Malos says as he pours some oil onto his hands, "let me take care of you."

Jin relaxes and lets Malos take full charge. The oil is cold at first, but it warms up as Malos slides his hands over Jin's body. He starts at his back and works his way down, giving extra attention to Jin's ass and the inner side of Jin's thighs. It feels slippery. Amazing. Malos wouldn't hold it against him if he came just from this, right?

Malos turns him over easily; gently. He then proceeds to work his hands down Jin's front; from his torso to his legs, pointedly ignoring Jin's erection. And then suddenly, Jin's dick is getting attention.. Jin moans in surprise when a big hand wraps around his member. Malos has a predatory grin on his face, and Jin finds he wouldn't mind being devoured by the man. Not at all.

Malos uses his hand to bring him right to the edge before stopping. Jin groans as Malos grins. Fucking tease. Once the dark-haired man let's go, Jin pushes him down.

"Eager, aren't we?" Malos teases.

"Very," Jin says as he puts some oil on his hands. "Front first," he says when he sees Malos making the motion to turn over. The man lays back down. Good.

Jin starts slowly, warming the oil between his palms and then putting his hands to Malos' chest. "Damn, Malos," he says as he squeezes the man's pecs. Malos snorts, looking amused. The look melts into one of pleasure when Jin's hand grazes over his nipples. He outright moans when Jin gently tugs at them. That's something they could explore later.

Malos huffs when Jin moves his hands off of his pecs, and then groans when Jin brushes his hand lightly over his cock. He brushes over it again, and Malos gives him a look. "Tease," he says. Jin can't help but laugh.

When he's done with Malos' front, he tells him to turn over. He watches in awe as Malos' ass jiggles a bit as he settles himself. And okay, Jin knows he spends a lot of time imagining Malos' body, but his imagination clearly does the man's sheer sexiness a massive disservice.

"You done staring?" Malos asks.

"Never," Jin answers, and Malos chuckles a bit. Starting from his calves, Jin works his hands up Malos' body. He skips his thighs and ass and moves to his lower back, continuing on upwards. Saving the best for last.

Jin quite enjoys having Malos under him. The man is vocal, and Jin very much enjoys the sounds he makes. Jin imagines this is what giving a massage feels like, save for the part where the only thing keeping Jin from swallowing Malos' cock was the oil on it ('do not consume', the bottle said).

And then finally, finally, Jin turns all his attention to Malos' butt. He starts slowly, caressing Malos' cheeks. "C'mon Jin," Malos--well, not quite begs, but close enough, and Jin... well, how can he deny that voice? He starts working the oil in, squeezing and kneading. Malos starts squirming a bit, pushing back against Jin's hands.

A low groan escapes Malos' throat when Jin's finger slips between his cheeks and circles around his hole; a sound that makes Jin's dick throb. "Fuck me, Jin," Malos commands, and yeah, that's enough foreplay.

The prep is a blur, not because Jin isn't interested, but because all he wants in that moment is in, in, in--and woah, Jin forgot just how good it feels to be in Malos. After a few thrusts, his hips are flush against Malos' ass, and they're both panting. Malos is on all fours, head tucked between his elbows.

"Fuck, that's good," Malos sighs. Jin would preen, but he's too busy trying his best not to cum as it is. After a bit Malos rocks his ass into Jin's hips. The message is clear; move.

Jin is more than happy to oblige, rolling his hips slowly. He's thoroughly enjoying the way the oil glimmers on Malos' skin, the sound it makes every time their skin meets. The pace Jin sets is slow and steady, making sure they feel every inch of each other. In. Out. In. Out.

Jin lets his hands wonder over Malos' body again before grasping the man at the waist. Malos lets out a gasp, somewhat muffled by the towel, and Jin likes it. The feeling of being inside Malos, the sounds Malos makes, the way he thrusts back to meet the snap of Jin's hips, the slickness of skin against skin...

It's inevitable, of course, that they'd switch positions; that Malos would take the lead. Jin can't help the breathless groaning as Malos rides him. He meets every motion from Malos with just as much fervour as he's giving, and finds himself awed by the way Malos moves.It was hard enough keeping his orgasm at bay when he was the one setting the pace, but having Malos on him makes it infinitely harder.

And then it all breaks down into something sloppy--Malos on his back with Jin between his thighs. Their mouths are locked together, and Jin's movements are stuttering, kept relatively steady only by Malos' legs around his waist. His hand is between their bodies, jerking Malos. Then suddenly, Malos bites down on Jin's shoulder as Jin presses his thumb down on the head of his cock. Malos tightens deliciously as he reaches his climax, and they both tumble over the edge, down, down, down...

Ten minutes later and they're still laying together, sticky. Jin hasn't even properly pulled out; too busy dozing off on Malos' ample chest, enjoying the way it moves with every breath.

"Damn Jin," croaks Malos. If Jin wasn't already so spent, that tone would have gotten him to half mast. Jin laughs (or... he thinks he does. If he really thinks about it, that didn't sound like one). "That was amazing. The whole day was. Thank you." Malos ruffles his hair gently and pecks his forehead. Jin feels something indescribable bubbling in his chest.

"I'm really happy you liked it," Jin says into Malos' chest. Reluctantly, he rolls off of him. He heads towards the drawer he'd seen Malos go to and finds a towel. He then goes back to the bed, and wipes both himself and Malos down. It's an interesting experience. Intimate, but not sexual.

He's about to tell Malos that he should start heading home, but the dark-haired man speaks first. "It's getting kinda late, do you want to stay over? We could shower then sleep."

"Uh, yeah," says Jin after a bit of deliberation. Malos looks genuinely happy, and Jin's stomach does a funny flip."Do you mind if I take the couch?"

Malos stares at him incredulously. "Oh, Jin..."

"What?"

"You just about fucked me senseless, and you're asking to take the couch?" Malos looks exasperated, but there's also a whole lot of something else on his face... fondness? (And there goes Jin's stomach again, always with the acrobatics, and only around Malos).

Jin flushes with embarrassment as Malos gets off the bed and stretches. "You're okay with me sleeping in your bed.. with you?"

Malos grins. He takes Jin by the shoulder and leads him to the shower. A shower where, about a month ago, they'd been doing very interesting things. "I'm more than okay with it, only if you're up for it."

***

Jin wakes up slowly, still a bit groggy and disoriented. It takes his brain a bit of time to remember where he is and who it is that's glued to his side despite all the heat. Ah, Malos. Jin feels a bit giddy, waking up to Malos pressed against him. He also feels something hard between his legs, because again, Malos.

He his arm out of the covers and searches for a clock he vaguely remembers seeing on the bedside table. Malos mumbles incoherently and pulls Jin back to himself. He sighs contentedly when Jin turns and throws his thigh over his hip.

"Malos, it's afternoon."

"Mmmmm breakfast can wait..."

"...It's afternoon."

Thankfully, Malos wakes up and they head to the kitchen, where Jin shoos Malos from the stove and cooks them both an omelette. It's sort of endearing, seeing Malos with his hair wild in a ratty t-shirt and old underwear. No matter how crazy Malos' hair looks, Jin knows from experience that his looks even crazier.

"Yo, thith ith good," says Malos, mouth full. Jin smiles. It always feels good to have his cooking skills appreciated.

They hold lazy conversation as they finish their meal, something about the movie from the day before ("The true villain was that praetor guy, Jin") and have an even lazier shower together where Jin confirms that yes, Malos would make an amazing masseur.

Soon, they're lounging on the couch with the TV on. On it is some show about some girl, Agate, and her quest to discover new precious stones. It's not particularly interesting, but it's a good distraction.

"Oh yeah, Malos..." Jin says, feeling bold.

"Hm?"

"Apparently, it's common courtesy to eat your date out after taking them out to eat."

"Well," starts Malos, a grin slowly spreading over his face, "I'm not opposed to a good rimjob."

***

Crow boy
Frosty
JIN!
JIIIIINNNN!

You
What

Crow boy
R u home? Wanna watch a movie?

You
Not home atm

Crow boy
Oh ok
Pat?

Patroka
As long as it's not a romcom

Crow boy
...
Alone it is
Oh yeah, where r u Jin

You
Malos' place

Crow boy
Ooooh, second date?

You
No, I stayed over

Crow boy
😮
Congrats on the marriage ig

Patroka
...

You
Thanks Patroka

Patroka
Don't mention it.
Generossi Café, next Friday after hours. Don't forget

Crow boy
Good for u and boo, Frosty
Also wait, can I go with u guys?

Patroka
No

You
Who am I to oppose the great Patroka

Crow boy
Wow
Ok then
Rude
Could u guys pls help me with my guy?

You
Just ask him out, no need to be nervous

Patroka
Jin you hypocrite

Jin: what do I do Patroka
Patroka: ask him out
Jin: but how
Patroka: with a question, tf?

Mikhail: *unafraid to acknowledge that yes, his friend is VERY attractive and yes, his friend has good taste*
Everyone: *clapping and whistling. Flowers are thrown*

Jin: any suggestions?
Patroka: eat out
Mikhail: eat him out
Jin:
Jin: wait that's actually not a--
Patroka: *leaves*

Jin: yeah, just get over your nerves dude it's simple
Patroka: double standards are unacceptable *cancels Jin*

TITLE: Boy met Girl
synopsis:
Mex is a young boy who leads a simple life, diving to discover and sell treasure he finds at the bottom of the ocean of mists. All that changes when he meets Pyro, a lovely girl with a special past...

[The movie is rated five stars. Everyone thinks the villains are hot. That's not just an opinion; it's fact]

Malos: *exhibits middle-born attitude*
Jin: omg how are you so cute

Malos: *exists*
Jin: *sweats nervously*

***

If you guessed that Mik's crush is Akhos, you guessed correctly. Patroka and Obrona sometimes get together to complain about how dumb Akhos and Mikhail are being.

Just a little world-building;

The reason it's logical to have a business purely dedicated to the upkeep of pools (in this universe) is cause Auresco is a sort of micro-clime.
Essentially, the heat from Dannagh Desert keeps it hot all season, and even the seasonal reversal of winds doesn't get temperatures to sub-24°C (75°F).
Pools are thus an important part of Auresco life, and are never drained cause there's no winter. No thorough cleaning either, cause pools are regularly maintained.

Who owns the pool cleaning firm in Jin's District of Auresco?
It's Cressidus. Perdido is the multi-faceted person who keeps the company alive, and also Patroka's bestie.

Thanks for reading. You can always find me on my tumblr. My asks are always open, and so is my chat. I'm always open to discussions and stuff, so uhhh, yeah?

You could also leave a comment here telling me what you think about the work, etc. I live for engagement.

Also, real quick, is there an xc2 writers' discord? Just curious

Anyway, as always, love,

John.