It was actually hard to find a decent place for taking care of certain issues in the wasteland. Their camping sites were usually safe, but safe didn't equal to clean and nice. As Gallows put it, there were better things to do than trying to get the sand out of his ass. Virginia had once pointed out that as romantic as doing anything on a beach sounded, whoever had come up with that idea had obviously never been to the wasteland.

Whenever anyone out of the group wanted to do something, though, they tended to try to have the decency to move away from the camp. This time, it led to Gallows having Jet against a cliff some distance away from the camp. It was not very comfortable nor convenient, but it had to do. There was no way in hell either of them were willing to do anything on the ground, considering the issues.

Neither of them were willing to get properly undressed either, so this ended up with Jet only having his pants partly off, and Gallows hadn't bothered with more than getting what was necessary out of the way. Then again, it was a good thing Jet still had his cape on, seeing they were against a cliff. It was uncomfortable enough with a few layers of cloth between him and the stone.

Jet never was one to make too much noise during sex, even if he was the receiving partner. One could've considered him a bit boring otherwise, but in their small group they knew each other well, and Gallows knew that Jet's rough breathing and the fact that the man was gripping his shoulders hard while holding onto him for support meant he was close to release. Not that Gallows was really one to notice, but Jet's passive reactions had started to bother him after a few times they had done it, and Virginia had just plain told him to pay more attention.

"Guh, enough, gonna," Gallows muttered as he pressed against the younger man. Jet didn't reply and just closed his eyes, which Gallows didn't really pay attention to anymore. He was too busy getting lost in the moment as the burning feeling took over his body for a moment. Even if Jet was boring, he was pretty amazing in the act itself. Gallows mumbled something then gritted his teeth to keep himself quiet as he finished. It was only then that he noticed his partner was already done, and he gave the other man a grin, then just leaned against the cliff.

There was a moment of silence, broken only by the heavy breathing of the both of them. It took a while before Jet tapped the older man's shoulder. "...Move?" He said. "Not exactly comfortable here, what with the rocks."

Gallows grumbled something under his breath and moved away, slumping down to sit against the cliff. He then swore, suddenly reminded of the fact that his clothes weren't properly on. "Damn it," he muttered as he stumbled back to his feet and tried to wipe off the sand from his skin. "What a pain. You don't think we'd find a place where to wash properly here?"

Jet pointed at the direction of the only source of water around - that was, the spring right by their campsite.

"Aw hell. That about trying to be discreet huh," Gallows muttered as he organized his clothes enough to make it back to the camp. Jet shrugged and cleaned himself as well as he could, then got his clothes on a bit better and went after the other man. Decency or not, proper cleaning was needed - and it didn't really matter if the rest of the crew saw them cleaning. It wasn't like they didn't know, anyway.

Right?