The Villa Is Open

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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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"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."

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"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..."

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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.

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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.

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"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.

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"'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."

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"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.

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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.

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"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.

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(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.

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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.

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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.

[bookblather]

"Yeah, there," Jack said, and rolled over finally, easing the pressure on his left hip before it turns into pain. "There."

And here was his favorite part of sex, his very secret favorite; the cuddling afterwards in the happy exhausted afterglow, maybe getting sleepy, maybe getting ready for round two, maybe just lying with each other and thinking "fuck, was that a good time" which he thought might be happening now. It was comfortable, loving even, and definitely his favorite part.

He said so, mumbling a little over the words because he'd come really hard not too long ago, but whatever, Zephyr would get it.

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People were so silly. Even Jack. But, if so many of them had to be silly the same way, maybe he was the one doing it wrong in the end.

Why did it have to be some kind of big secret that slouching around in somebody's arms after a throw was *awesome*?

Well. He had it now. It was all his and sticky good and yes he most certainly was thinking, "fuck, was that a good time", only getting about half of what Jack /said/, though the rest. The rest he didn't think he needed to be an evoker to pick up on.

"Hey," he murmured, "If I knew how to get back after, I'd so totally go home with you."

But, he took what he had for then. He held Jack right back in his shimmering arms. And he kissed him like he didn't think he'd be kissing anyone else for a very long time.