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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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Striptease time.
(ooc: this comment and mental image brought to you by Magic Mike. gif is NWSish)
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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.
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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."
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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."
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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."
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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."
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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.
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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.
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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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But. Jack's mouth.
Jack's tender grip on him.
Jack's tongue moving against his skin, easing against that wet and tender spot underneath his tip that always made his toes squirm.
Jack breathing against him as he moved and he sucked and his lips got so delicious tight.
And Jack still almost kind of holding him up. He coaxed his hand on his side up a little, into the last butterfly and the bloom of silver it hung over. So, there it was, all the clearer.
Jack enjoying himself. Not even that shallow kind of knowing the power he had, but all gone and lost in the moment, close to the swoony lightness he left trickling through Zephyr.
"Know you hear this from all the boys, but you're really- oh god -*really* good."
(OOC: HELL YES POWER! SO MANY HUGS FOR YOU.)
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And back down, this time taking as much in his mouth as he could without gagging, which was quite a bit (thank you, college). He hollowed his cheeks and scraped his teeth very lightly across the skin of Zephyr's cock, just enough to make their presence felt. Zephyr's hips jerked, and Jack grinned.
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And in Jack's case, look him straight in the face when he did it. Did you even call those bedroom eyes when they were so content, so knowing. Through that deepwater uprush, Zephyr got this glimpse of himself and nothing that he couldn't have known if he had just an instant to himself, though of course there wasn't, there wouldn't be that.
He lips were all flushed against his gasps and his hair was coming undone. When he shook, Jack was really the only thing holding him up. Even as he moved against him, plunged and twined and...
Did the thing with his teeth again.
Zephyr closed his eyes as the moan after slipped from him.
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God, this all got him so hot; the thick weight of Zephyr's cock on his tongue, Zephyr's hips moving under his hands, the moans he let out every so often, the look on his face.
Soon, he promised his aching cock, and pulled out a bit to tease the head of Zephyr's cock, pulling his foreskin back and forth with his tongue.
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As he knotted his fingers in Jack's hair, meaning to give him a good yank for that one, it hit him. That was exactly what he was.
God, the way Jack toyed with him. No, not even that. The way he kept moving between one slick little ploy and another until they ran up together in this perfect motion.
Blowjobs didn't get much better than this. And there wasn't even any pretense behind this one. Jack's pride was the simple kind. I know I'm good at this. I'm still here to make you feel.
"'s fuckin amazin. So yknow 'm not..."
Teeth again. That oh so warm spot so tender in the back of his mouth. Zephyr half bit back a whimper.
And slipped his hands onto Jack's shoulders, as much of an embrace as he could manage.
"...selfish. So, whatcha want when I'm finished? Better start thinkin it now, man."
(OOC: Jack may consider Zephyr butter at this point. Enjoy.)
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Back on, and this time he pressed his thumb right between Zephyr's balls and deep-throated his cock, lips tight around the base. What he wanted...
What he really wanted right now was to be fucked, but that might not happen. So... handjob. Yes. Handjob. Handjob would be really nice.
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But it was also gonna be sooooo worth it.
Zephyr swallowed hard, dug his nails into Jack's shoulders and pushed him off.
It gave them both a moment, this wet-lipped panting wondering loneliness each despite the other right there on the edges of their fingers.
The first few seconds hit him the hardest, a chill down his spine and his thighs quivering that other way. He wanted off and he wanted back in Jack's mouth- he ran his fingers there, almost a kiss in itself.
Having come back to himself as much as he was going to, he tugged the tie out of his hair and slid down, knee-to-knee, chest to chest, ache to ache with Jack.
Bared his teeth at him and said: "Yeah. 's drivin me fuckin crazy. Only way that's gonna stop's if I fuck your brains out. All these room's got lube in the nightstands, yknow."
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"I love this place," he said, and scrambled for the nightstand.
The lube was right where Zephyr said it would be, and he grabbed the tube out, juggled it back and forth while staring at Zephyr. "So. Floor or bed? And how do you want me? Back, knees, what?"
Oh, right, and that pesky safe-sex thing... "Probably should've asked this before I blew you, but you're clean, right? I am."
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Oh. He did kind of have to pick himself up from there, nevermind the business where he was still wearing most of his clothes. And boots. He had absolutely no finesse about taking any of them off. Things got hurled onto the lonely suitor's chair and the boxers sort of at Jack.
Down to his tattoos and his wires, Zephyr flopped down on the bed and one by one began to pluck off his rings. To that, some echo of seductive slowness. "I wantcha on your side. Right, oh, how about there?"
Where he dropped the swirling pinkie ring with a bit of aquamarine set into it.
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Jack's shoes went flying, then his suit pants, then his boxers, with a sigh of relief because fuck but they'd been getting tight. He left the tie on for the hell of it, loosened, of course, a strip of black silk snaking down his chest, because black silk had all kinds of possibilities right now.
He crawled up on the bed, right on the spot marked, though he moved the ring first, not having any particular desire to have a circle imprinted on his hip, then lay on his hip and twirled the lube between his fingers. "You wanna do this, or shall I?"
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Fixing in this case meaning that he snatched the lube from Jack and bit Jack on the shoulder. Hard.
Hopefully, Jack would have occasion to explain that to somebody. "Some telepath from the future chewed on me before he fucked me. Really. That's what happened."
Yes. Fucking Jack Hennesy In His Firm, Sweet Ass. He had to hang onto that title for the scene. After what he'd passed on to get there. Now he was longing to rush with him and much as they both goddamn needed this.
Much as he was going to get him back for his teasing at the start. Say, the first place he touched Jack, drawing one slick fingers along the underside of his cock, all warm and heavy and glossy already. He wouldn't have minded sucking him off in return if he had that to offer.
Zephyr though knelt below Jack's hips and ran his dry hand down his spine, one small bite of his thumbnail seeping into the end. Still settled there, he stroked his slick fingers along his taint, back and glancing over his ass before he ever slipped into him there, rubbing in and out the margins of his body.
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He was definitely going to have to go shirtless for a while, see if anyone commented on the mark. He'd love to see if anyone commented.
"Come on," he said, pushing his hips and ass back. "Come on."
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