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The Villa Is Open

Zephyr had a plan. "We are gonna make you the best electric milkshake that ever was!"

"Or will be!" Pip joined in, clapping her hands over her head as she danced along before him and Roa and generally got in the way of where they were trying to walk.

This gave Zephyr plenty of excuse to pause at the end of the hall and make himself a sweeping gesture. "In the historya... ah..." one that should have ended with him banging his hand on the wall.

Except for the part where the applicable wall had disappeared and not in the usual behold the busted drywall kind of way. It was just gone. Likewise, the hallway and the entirety of Sky Plaza.

Zephyr stood on some low, sweeping stone steps. That happened to be outside, while just a moment before been /inside/ and headed to the kitchen. "OK, what the hell?"

Roa took in the sudden sky all golden up the flanks of the villa before them and held her finger to her lips in curiosity. "I don't know, actually." Then, she attempted to walk down the way they had come. This got her over the steps and almost to the spray from the fountain in the drive before it became quite apparent merely turning around wasn't going to accomplish much besides dampening her shoes. Back up she went. "This *looks* like where they held the last Court of the Manor."

"You dunno?" his next sound was an odd one, not a moan and not a laugh, and awfully feline besides. "Yeah, that's not freakin me out or nothin. Dun you know everythin?"

"Zephyyyr. Same to you."

"You guys," interjected Pip, her bare toes rapping on the stone. "Think this's kinda the same thing happened to Seb."

"Hm?" Zephyr craned himself her way, and their hands tangled together, wires all a-flash.

"Mm!"

"Mnhn."

"Nnn~."

"Well, I like your theory so far," Roa nodded. Mostly, she wasn't being silly right back at their latest ridiculous display. Mostly. "Happened to Siebenkas...?"

"Yeah, he had this dream," the elder of the two evokers almost began to explain, digits working.

Whatever he meant to coax out of the recollections between them, Pip took over, swaying as she did. "He thinks was a dream, but is totally notta dream. I know. I touched him thinkin about it an it was all wrong fora dream. Still didn't make any sense, but not the same kinda way dreams do."

"Also, Seb never dreams he's nekkid. Fun fact."

("So useful, too," Roa remarked, quite to herself.)

"But, he walked outta his bathroom an alla a sudden, he was in this bar in Old New York an there were all these other people an he was almost kinda sorta mebbe flirtin with this mob boss lady over gin an tonic and then there was this real cute muddy guy. Seb didn't think he was so cute, but I did. He got way more distracted by the other lady evoked with her eyes and the booze was good an there were pretty blond polyamourous peeps bonkin in the restroom an... an... an..."

Her not so little description might have gone on another few hours, except that Zephyr reached around with his unoccupied hand and tickled her. The way they'd tangled up together, she must have known it was coming.

Which left Roa to conclude Pip wanted tickled more than she wanted to discuss any washroom adventures. "On one hand, that sounds very much like a dream to me. On the other, if there's some sort of precedent for people in our manor suddenly disobeying all known laws of physics. And you're not playing some sort of elaborate prank."

"Hey! I had my heart set on givin you your first electric milkshake an that's not somethin I'd go back on for any money." Next thing she did know with any certainty, Zephyr had play staggered over, clutching at his shirt, "'m so disappointed it /huuurts/."

"Well, you can make it up to me when the universe goes back to normal."

Grin for the time being, too.

"It is going to go back to normal?"

"Did last time. 's why we still gotta Seb an notta portal to someplace called Dan's," said Pip.

"Alright, so why don't we...?"

"Make the besta it?"

"Yes!" Roa swung from Zephyr's grasp. He only then reached for her, trying to find that place in her moments where the best meant [concrete] he could play after and with her. As it was, he missed her as she skipped the villa steps instead, swirling her skirt in her hands and calling back after: "We're going to get company, right?"

"Woul, that'd be nice, but if not," he shrugged. "We get blitzed an watch the stars come out." A quick little sigh and a pop of his shoulder after, he followed.

Pip watched the space in the sky where the clouds should have been. The end of her nose twitched. "We're so gettin company. Can smell it, almost. Somethin's zactly not right out there." Laughing then, she blew past them both and straight through the doors.

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ETA: This post has not been up thirty-six hours and we officially have more than 500 comments. SO I SUPPOSE THIS ISN'T FUN AT ALL AMMIRITE? XD

ETA II: I am really, really touched that everyone wants to take care of the deceased fellow in the pool. I'm sure he appreciates it (he didn't even have a name in the story where he first appeared ;_;). But, alas, there was only one of him and he's currently being handled. He may be installed in a bedroom shortly, and should that happen, I will give him his own thread for poking purposes.

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"Hmm." Evoker, evoke. To draw forth something. Jack made an educated guess. "You can pull things out of other things. And if that's not right, I could take a shot at convincing you." He glanced around at all the people, at Zephyr's kid. "Not here, though."

"Oh, so close. Could even take it as a metaphor or somethin," said Zephyr. "You're good at this. Knew you would be."

Elsewhere down the line of the bar, Pip gave a careless spin on her toes which put her facing down the two. No surprise followed, though she did mime pushing up a pair of glasses against the fakest of all possible scowls, then made some shooing gestures before someone called for a refill.

"An I wasn't gonna argue with /any/ convincina yours bfore she did that."

Having finished his drink, Zephyr leaned over and, his lips still cool from the straw, nipped Jack's ear.

Jack laughed, for once in his life purely happy and aroused, and said, "I really like your kid. Shall we take this party elsewhere?" He shivered happily when Zephyr nipped his ear, turned sideways and breathed, "I could try and seduce this information out of you."

Happiness really was contagious for Zephyr. Even that one little brush against Jack, just following another, even softer. What Jack felt- his pleasure and his want and his awareness of where he stood; that charming little inside smile he had for Pip -it came welling and deep silky. Limned with this something /dark/ against the rest, but then it slipped away. The contrast alone enticed. And hey, who didn't want to know for sure they were directly responsible for turning someone on?

Dude was seriously making his mouth water.

"You're gonna make me lose, arentcha? Woul damn."

Still, he gave Jack every chance to pull away (it was only sporting) before he met him with this kiss that wound out sloppy, breathless and fierce.

Fuck. Fuck.

Jack kissed back, hot and messy, lip on lip and open mouths, tongues and teeth and yes. Fuck, he hadn't been kissed like this in a long fucking time, and he'd missed it, digging his hands into Zephyr's hair, skin on skin.

Yes. This.

He hadn't... it had been so long... The kiss said it. His skin said it. The way he gasped against Zephyr's lips.

Nevermind- oh /god/ it was good. Even the way he pulled on his hair and somehow their hands got all tangled up together, Zephyr reaching through his fingers and pressing him closer.

When they did part. When that last thread of spit trailed off on Zephyr's gasps and left his achy lips to glisten. Yeah, he probably looked like he'd been hit upside the head. He knew he was gasping.

And he hadn't let go of Jack.

He dragged his hands free of his hair, left himself all mussed and tangled to nibble on those fingertips of his.

"Bedroom?"

(OOC: if Jack would like to pick a room, that's cool. But, I'm happy to find everybody a nice one if he wouldn't.)

"Yes," Jack said, "yes." He grabbed Zephyr again, the skin on the back of his neck soft and hot under his hand, and kissed him once more, hard and rough. "Somewhere close, 'cause walking in these pants is going to be real embarrassing."

Zephyr shivered at that touch. To him, it had a weight unbecoming of its gentleness. And it made his heart lurch.

He tugged Jack's arm down to his shoulders and as he slung himself off of the bar stool; held him there and stroked his way through his fingers.

"Rightrightright. Ah, one lil thing." He did his best to make it sound like something on the sultry side, the way he whispered it to Jack. "Dun touch my neck, OK? Anywhere else's fine an I mean it. Just not there."

(OOC: That's a cannon disclaimer. I'm not picking on Jack.)

"Okay," Jack said, and dropped his hand to Zephyr's bicep, felt the muscles moving under his skin. "Sorry about that." To make it up to him, he kissed him again, softer this time, apologetic.

A smile though seeped against Zephyr's lips as Jack slid over him that one more time. And they didn't quite part after- he stayed there with him and nuzzled his cheek. "What're you sayin your sorry for? You didn know."

He was kinda gonna have to stop kissing Jack if they were actually going to make it to a room. Which, normally, not the biggest problem in the world. This crowd though. That lascivious pull in the other man where everything ended in tangled sheets.

That last part. He wanted it every bit as much as Jack did and it wasn't only the thought brushing up against his own.

He didn't know quite what he'd call the other man, the way he went along inside. Fun was too light for those dark chocolate depths, aching like sex flush didn't cut it and bright, well, he wasn't.

The ballroom felt like it took a goddamn eon to cross though.

Zephyr didn't bother knocking on any of the doors in the hallway beyond. He elbowed open one that wasn't latched, swung Jack inside and ducked after him.

Where he stood, back to the panel, panting softly as he oh so deliberately turned the lock which clanged through the swirling glass evening hum like a shot.

"Nice room," Jack said, without looking at a single feature of it. The only thing that mattered was that it was empty. "So, about seducing this evoker thing out of you." He inched closer, breath by breath, until they stood bare inches from each other and he could feel the heat from Zephyr's body. "Can I start now?"

He was panting. Not that exhausted sort of way, but the kind that left his lips wet, still tasting of Jack. And he knew he had to be able to hear it, touched or not right then when he was so close, just off of his fingers. So close, just aching away close.

"Do it," he breathed.

That... had totally sounded more like 'do me'.

Zephyr grinned.

Either or both was fine by him. Jack grinned, then stepped back and began, very slowly, to undo the buttons of his shirt.

Striptease time.

(ooc: this comment and mental image brought to you by Magic Mike. gif is NWSish)

(Your OOC is good and you should feel good. For reaction purposes, I'm guessing Jack is fairly muscular, but does he have any scars or tats... and am I totes wrong? XD)

(God bless Magic Mike. Terrible plot but that's not why we watch that movie. Also you would be correct on all counts! No scars or tats that I know of. Jack is also both fairly good at dancing and fairly, um, well-endowed. *cough*)

Edited (misread original) 2012-07-04 06:32 (UTC)

(OOC: Hurray! OK, here goes.)

How literal of him. Of all the things Jack had thought of on the way back, some of them glancing off to other people, some of them getting pretty explicit with bodies besides his own. That he actually went for it and...

Dude was built. More than that. He had that almost too-perfect renaissance ideal kind of quality to him despite the warmth of his skin. Even people who weren't evokers, they must have found it tempting. Yes, that's what he was, tempting all over. Even in the halflight. And he knew it, even down to the motions within the sway of his body; knew exactly what he was and what he was doing.

He would have been the envy of so many courtiers. All this, and not a mark on him. Not even a tattoo. Funny then perhaps the way he'd been thinking of Zephyr's, though that thought left Zephyr pretty quick once the last button gave way and somehow he'd gotten those slacks of his inched down, just enough on his hips to give so much away and yet still not enough at all.

Zephyr hardly even realized he had his hand on the fly of his jeans until one of his rings pinged on the zipper.

"Now, that's an excellent move too," he said. "Lemme guess, no touching what I want till I giveitup?"

Loosing spectacularly. Sometimes? It was awesome.

Jack licked his lips and grinned, swaying his pants a half centimeter further down. "You've done this before," he said. "But you missed a bit."

He sauntered forward, letting his pants slip a tiny bit more, bent very close to Zephyr's. "There's another rule. I can touch you anywhere I want." He let his fingers hover above Zephyr's, on the zipper of his jeans. So close... "If I want."

"Oh~h, so it's hard mode?" said Zephyr, knowing even as he did that the blase tint he tried to give the words was totally, totally shot.

The fact was, he'd still felt Jack ghosting over him. It hadn't quite happened, but it was there and it was so close the reaction started before there was anything to quite react to at all.

He knew it. Jack ached like he did. He was so ready, but he could still turn it this way, draw it out, stroke those fingers over the sleek cut of his abs, getting closer his navel and so much more.

"OK, so you got your suspicions. I am one? Yeah, that's right."

"Of course it's hard mode," Jack said. "Anything worth doing should be done on hard mode." He skipped a finger over the waistband of the jeans, onto Zephyr's hand and up his forearm. "So you're an evoker. What exactly do you, ah--" a breath, a finger trailing suggestively down his arm, "evoke?"

Zephyr's fingers flexed, the movement coasting up his skin where Jack brushed him and his wires glinted now.

Besides that he had him back. Enough that he wasn't just supposing from the echoes of the touch before, but he was plunged in that bittersweet evening song with all the heat in Jack's senses chasing his own. It made his hips twitch and his gaze turn half-lidded sweet.

"Right now? You. An lemme just say, you wanna lick my tats? Hmm, maybe that'd make it too easy, but I'd be inta that."

Jack's eyes widened, then narrowed in pleasure. "So it's a kind of telepathy? Interesting. Hey, read this thought." He thought as hard as he could about sucking Zephyr's dick, lips and tongue and teeth and hands hot and skilled. Which, if this worked... t-minus ten seconds, give or take.

(OOC: Best possible response is *ded from perfect, bbs*. Ahem. As it may become relevant in subsequent posts, Zephyr is of average proportions and not circumcised.)

He could have done his whining about how it wasn't /really/ like reading at all and the field of misnomers didn't get much less apt than that analogy.

But that visual coming off of Jack right then. It wasn't that absent flicker somewhere in his own brain, but this clear, full glance back at himself from Jack's eyes, moving just off of reality besides all of those sense recollections surfacing. The mouth so inviting not his own.

"That's somethin Jack can't buy. Givina blowjob to an evoker. An you know why Jack can't buy that?"

Before any answer had it's chance though, Zephyr shoved himself off of the door and into Jack. Having caught him by the hand beside and put his fingers back where they belonged as far as he was concerned: down the front of his jeans, tight between the denim and the black silk over his shuddery warm cock.

"'cause that's already just for you. Mmn."

Jack grinned at him and kissed him quick, then dropped to his knees, unzipped Zephyr's jeans, and hauled them down just far enough to reveal black silk boxers with a noticable bulge in the front.

God, he loved this part.

He blew a rush of hot air over that bulge, and settled himself comfortably, knees splayed. "Ready for this?" he asked, without really expecting an answer.

He got one though, just whispered as Zephyr stroked his fingers through his hair. "No wires there, so you gotta gimme..."

Jack blew on him again, much closer and followed by this dart of his tongue just over Zephyr's tip; just before he took a deep breath and there the nearness of his lips and the latenight radio rush of how all of this came to Jack. It's own kind of pleasure despite that sharpness of his need.

Zephyr rubbed his rings against his own mouth and it still wasn't, still wasn't half as all that Jack.

Wires? The hell did wires have to do with anything?

Well, he had a cock to suck. He'd ask later.

Jack hooked his fingers in Zephyr's boxes and inched them down over the other man's hips, stroking the tips of his fingers along his sides. The tattoos did not go down this far, which... okay, that made sense, in so many ways, but mental images did not necessarily make sense. Everything else was about how he'd pictured it, though; average size, foreskin still there-- good, he knew some tricks-- and generally extremely attractive.

He wrapped one hand around the shaft and leaned forward to take the rest of it in his mouth.

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