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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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Zephyr had every intention of answering with one of his snide little "You thought the silver stuff was ink?". But, that thought went right out of his head. If his skin hadn't been alight otherwise, he almost could have felt it piff out of existence.

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.)

Jack dragged his mouth all the way back up Zephyr's shaft and let the head pop out of his mouth, then kissed the tip before saying, "Why, thank you. I try." He licked the head, swirling and hot, then added, "My second favorite part about sex, cocksucking." Or cunnilingus, but Zephyr wasn't exactly eligible for that.

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.

Teeth were a calculated risk. Perhaps Jack was going off the fact he'd let the thought surface and Zephyr hadn't snatched after that split second he had to stop him, but that it didn't make the gesture any less any less of that skidding sweet whisper. I'm daring to do this to make you feel good.

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.

Weak knees, fuck yeah, the best kind of reaction to get from this. Too bad that meant he was holding Zephyr up at this point, and couldn't reach down, couldn't free his cock from his suit pants.

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.

Weak in the knees indeed. He wasn't...

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.)

Jack pulled back off Zephyr's cock again so he could talk-- well, Mama always did say that talking with your mouth full was rude, although he didn't think she'd had this exact situation in mind. "Didn't think you were," he said. "Hey, I thought you were telepathic, can't you tell how much this is turning me on? A lot."

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.

This was gonna fucking smart.

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."

For a heartbeat, Jack was confused and hurt-- had he done something wrong? But then Zephyr started talking about lube and he broke into a smile so wide his face hurt.

"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."

"Less you just gave me a cold," Zephyr replied, a bit of a shrug following. "Worth it if you did."

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.

Fuck. Yes.

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?"

"I'd get off watchin you," said Zephyr. "But, you never been fingered by an evoker? That we gotta fix."

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.

Jack drew one leg up to his chest, let his eyes drift closed, and gave in to the feeling, to the fingers trailing over him, to the small spark of pain at the base of his spine, to the faint sting still lingering in his shoulder.

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."

Another moment he might not have been expecting an answer. But he got one.

"Look at me," said Zephyr.

He wanted him to know. Just one more time before they toppled over the brink and all their senses ran together.

Jack Hennesy had a silver-streaked evoker covered in flowers bent over him and grinning wolfish down the length of his Renaissance perfect body. He got it in one heavy-lidded glance back, Jack. As Zephyr sank inside of him and felt his way over his warmth, darting and pushing after that spot that would make him cry out.

Jack had been thinking about that too and it was just under his forefinger now...

"Fuck," Jack blurted, and locked eyes with Zephyr again. "Fuck. That feels... that..."

He didn't have words. Not that it mattered. Telepath. He closed his eyes again and pushed back against him. Tight and full and hot and yes and "Fuck me," he breathed. "Fuck. Please."

"Like I said," Zephyr though let the words trail away and his thumbnail leave that one last scratch for Jack to deal with.

Inside, he had one more quick tweak, but a hard one, drifting deeper on the end before he left him altogether.

If only for a matter of seconds much as it still crept some eternities in Jack and all his wanting.

Zephyr slicked himself down. He was so ready for this himself, even after all he'd done, thought, hurt to get this far and now here he was, past the point of waiting.

He grabbed hold of Jack, thumb just close enough to spread him as he worked the space between them out; nudged close and plunged into him.

Which should have been when he finished the thought. Ask and ye shall receive or something like that.

But all Zephyr managed was a quivering "Oh..."

Jack lost all his breath in that one stroke.

He didn't think. He couldn't think. There was nothing to think, just hot and thick and full and hot and fuck, over and over, and he wanted Zephyr to move, now.

He reached back, fumbling for Zephyr, and cried out when he did move, a cry fucking torn from his throat.

All of this dizzy up Zephyr's nerves, nevermind that Jack was fucking clenching on him, begging for it in that drifted out way he'd have had to have been stupid as hell to miss, wires or no wires.

So, he had that. I want you all silky Jack lost to echo in his head; these flashes of himself, the cries underneath him, body warm on his own and so tight up with pleasure that nobody, nohow was ever going to say.

Besides that he wanted him back. That warm electric way he had to think so hard to hold back from himself. This time, he wouldn't have to make things go that way. This would just be him and Jack screwed up tight and gasping for air.

Exactly what picking up gorgeous people in bars was damnwell supposed to be about.

But still.

He grabbed Jack's hand in his own and squeezed.

Wasn't like he could do the whole words thing right then himself.

"Fuck," Jack said again, breathlessly, holding on to Zephyr's hand for dear life. "Go slow, been a while--" at least since he did this, but fuck, this was worth the wait, skin on skin in skin over skin and.

Did Zephyr know this, feel this? Could he feel what Jack was feeling right now? Heat and touch and the taste of Zephyr's cock still on his tongue, the cock that was in him right now-- he hoped so. This was too good to keep to himself.

"'m trying," Zephyr got out, his voice thin between gasps. It kept getting harder and harder to stay with his own senses. Inside and out, Jack had this intensity to him. What he wanted. What he was from his pulse to that /body/ of his spread out on the covers.

The way his hips rocked against Zephyr's thrusts.

That faint sheen of sweat on his oh so toothsome shoulders.

Even the space between his lips when he sighed.

Zephyr thought of that and tried to drink it down without this rush it was taking so much to hold back.

"I feel everything 's yours," he said. "An 's good, Jack. 's so /good/ Jack... I just... /fuck/! Everything, Jack."

"Good," Jack said, and pulled their linked hands to his cock, wrapped their twined fingers around it and began to stroke, hard and fast. The combined feelings-- Zephyr in him, both their hands on him, this was what sex should be, bodies meeting, sweat and heat and glory, and the edge was rushing towards him, faster than he could breathe.

He wanted to get his fingers out of Jack's and just have at him on his own- now that I've got your glorious cock it's mine, mine, mine and here's what I'm going to do with it!

But he just couldn't seem to get untangled from him, not any way left to them on the bed. Zephyr didn't even know if anybody called this /thrusting/ anymore when he found himself screwed up bent over Jack, grinding the two of them closer and closer together while the pillows shook out of place and /fuck/ and /Jack/ and so what if he didn't have that cock to himself and his eyes were watering.

"I meant what I said, OK?"

That hung between them a moment, neither of them quite able to speak.

"I get tested like every three months. S'if... Jack... s'ok if I... Jack... fuckin /everythin/. Jack!"

The last few words broken through the shudders in his hips.

"Go ahead," Jack chokes out, and he isn't sure how he manages to get it out between everything he's feeling but he's not sure it matters, because he's so fucking close and one wrong-- or right-- move will have him spilling out all over the covers and he really doesn't think he cares too much. He's a big fan of mutual coming, though, so he slows their combined hands on his cock and tenses deliberately, clenching around Zephyr, and slowing down didn't really help at all because just that feeling, reemphasizing how warm and big he is inside him makes his whole body tighten and he's coming with a long, low moan.

Edited (oh wow self inappropriate icon is inappropriate) 2012-07-14 07:18 (UTC)

(OOC: I almost posted with the Seb icon X_X.)

He kept trying to talk. He didn't even really know why. The words slicked over his mouth until they all ran together into nothing. Jack and fuck and everything.

He was all lit up inside. Himself and his own pleasure and this whole encounter so blissed out perfect on the edge of what should have been such an ordinary day. But there he twined, Jack and his sweet tracery of darkness blown out through his own senses.

So, he felt it when he came, more than the gloss come out on his fingers and that so clench on his cock. He felt it and it was his own, spilled out and gone to this place where he almost hurt all over again, but instead...

Zephyr was a sweaty, slick mess over Jack. His eyeliner had run and his hair gone a tangled mess.

But it was so good. It was all so, so good.

He started to laugh as his thighs gave out and he slid that last time closer Jack. Sprawled with him and bit and cried out.

He'd roll over if he could, wrap his arms around Zephyr and nurse him through the climax, but he's sorta stuck as is so he wraps the one arm he can reach around Zephyr's shoulders and starts talking. Nonsense words, mostly, with "come on baby come on come for me come on" sprinkled throughout, but what's most important is skin on sweaty skin and the sleepy feeling of contentment he always gets following a really good orgasm and Zephyr, teeth in his shoulder, voice vibrating against his skin.

The last of it slid through him in this long, slow wash, the tangles of the words that weren't his and that warm weight on his shoulders.

It didn't go out though, not entirely. It didn't leave him totally empty. There was still the space of that other skin wrapped up with his and that dreamy distance elsewhere outside of himself before he quite came back to his own senses.

Still snickering. Jack's sweat rubbed off salt and some cologne he didn't know on his lips which came to a kiss for the places he'd bitten him bruised and their bodies parting, one last wet smack, his breath still catching even in that.

With that, he quite egregiously crawled into Jack's arms.

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