[Jack snorts softly at that before pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. He's sounding better. More like himself. And despite the occasional frustration that comes with being with someone like Johnny Storm, Jack would never have him be anyone but himself.]
Anywhere but Shiloh. [ Johnny agrees, because he'd hate the world that makes Jack think he's less than he really is. Jack, to him, is one of the most incredible people he's ever met -- if not the most frustrating. He's compelling, kind in ways that are almost always overstated, nursing wounds that had lasted a lifetime.
Jack's existence is one of the most important things to him, and he cannot help but find hope in his presence, his trust. He threads his fingers through his, squeezing gently. ]
I'd take you to anywhere you want. I want to show you everything. Is that weird?
[Anyone would want to take someone they care about away from a world at war. Jack lifts their joined hands and presses a kiss against the back of Johnny's knuckle. He brushes his lips up, smiling over the top at him.]
It is a little strange for someone to offer to show me the world. That was one of my best lines as prince.
Really? I thought it's the role of a lovable rogue to seduce princes with that line.
[ Johnny's old humor is bleeding back, and his eyes are tender, loving when he feels the brush of those lips on his knuckles, his skin. Suddenly he wants Jack to kiss him everywhere. He wants to be so close. ]
You know, shining, shimmering, splendid. A whole new world. [ Is he crooning? Yes, yes he is. ]
[Oh no. Jack's covering Johnny's mouth again, but he's laughing too. Johnny is at times, ridiculous, but he realizes that he much prefers it to the somber man who came home tonight.
Jack's eyes glimmer and he presses his lips against the back of his hand, the one thing between them.]
You don't like it? I could be your magic carpet and you could ride me.
[ The words are muffled against Jack's hand, but the intention is clear, and he shifts impatiently, teased by the way his hand is what's stopping them from having proper kisses. ] Mmmmph --
[ He's tugging his hand from between them so he can dart forward to give him a good, proper, hungry kiss. ] Just kiss me.
[Because really, the magic carpet thing was corny even for Johnny. Jack clicks his tongue, but his mouth yields when Johnny's lips touch his, the kiss tender and passionate all at once. A fitting kiss, when it's the way Johnny makes him feel.]
You know what else you need to use both hands for?
[ Answer: his dick. All the other answers are wrong. But Johnny's very quickly distracted when he kisses him again and again, slow and lingering. He's thoughtful, contemplative when he finally pulls away, whispering quietly to him. ]
I'm thinking of looking into that group -- what, the Red Hand, or whatever?
[Jack sighs, and it's a small miracle that he can't see the back of his own skull with how hard he rolls his eyes. His lover's sense of humor is often juvenile. It's just fortunate that he's good at other things, that his lips are warm and soft against Jack's.]
The mercenaries. The ones that helped the Seelie take Mair?
[His voice is a little sharp until he considers it with less emotion. That was no small feat, so they're obviously good at what they do. And their allegiance doesn't lie with a court, which makes them all the more appealing in Jack's opinion. He bites gently on Johnny's bottom lip, nipping and tugging at it as he thinks, until he forms a response.]
Look into every option. Leave no stone unturned. If they earn your support, they have mine as well.
[ He understands. Johnny steadily hated them until he'd received note that they were no longer aligned with either. Rumors, soft in the wind, from loose tongues and open ears. His hand comes to stroke his lover's back, as if soothing him from it, tracing down his spine.
He hums softly, running through his options. Jack's words encourage, and they give him ideas. There's one he's never wanted to speak aloud, one he'd harbored ever since the conclave. It's not just the Red Hand, it's... well, it's everything.
He pulls away briefly to look him in the eye, cupping his face. He utters treason and blasphemy -- he speaks the truth, quiet so only Jack's ears can pick it up. ]
I want to kill all the gods. Get rid of all of them. No one should demand that we go to war because of their dumb agenda. No one should order us around.
[ Oh. Jack's whispers are delightful, his words an assurance that he would be right there with him in the paths that he chooses to take. His eyes widen briefly, fingers coming to cradle the back of his head as he pulls him close, reveling in shared sentiment, the terrible choice they must make. He loves what Jack says, understands him completely. ]
We'll break their altars this time. They can take their stupid godswar somewhere else -- who's to say they didn't cause the Void?
[Johnny inspires more goodness in him than any god he's heard of, and isn't that the whole point of gods? And that's why he'll follow him to the ends of the world - any world. Jack slides his arms around him, holds him close. He knows he'll have to let him go soon enough.]
[ Johnny says when Jack comes to hold him closer, and he tangles his limbs with his, fingers coming to curl in his hair. He's giving the dimple in Jack's chin a little kiss, quietly marveling at the miracle that is Jack Benjamin, the wonder of him. ]
You stayed up for me, didn't you? You were worried.
[But it's true that he was worried. He could tell that Johnny was troubled by the uncertainties of what was to be discussed before he left. Maybe insecure about being one of the newest barons.]
I didn't want you to come back and feel that you were alone.
[ Johnny curls up with him, kissing his shoulder, his neck briefly as he nestles against him. Jack is right; underneath the cocky bravado had been a smidge of insecurity, worries that he tries not to burden his lover with. But see, Jack seems like he could see through any damn thing. ]
But I'm not. [ He murmurs, fingers tracing a pattern over his chest. ] Because you're here with me. Have I mentioned that you're very sweet?
[Jack has been called a thing or two. "Sweet" has never been one of them. He gives Johnny a dubious look before snorting in amusement, shaking his head gently.]
You're not. Rest now, so we can be ready to take on whatever tomorrow brings.
[ Excellent, they're going to add that to Things Johnny Says To Jack For The First Time. ]
I can take anything on right now. [ Johnny shifts, rolling onto his back and pumping his fist in the air. Obviously Jack's presence invigorates more than it sedates, so the fireball has never felt more alive and ready to wrestle giants. ]
Mmm, kick their ass after breakfast. And your body temperature just raised by ten degrees.
[Jack slides his arms back around him anyway, nuzzling at Johnny's temple. He loves seeing him like this though, fierce and bold and alive. Fire suits him well. Jack will do whatever it takes to fan those flames.]
[ Johnny settles down, consciously bringing down his body temperature because it's still summer and he doesn't want to be kicked out by Jack for being a human space heater. He's quiet for a few moments, basking in his lover's kisses. He's wrapping an arm around him again, pressing more soft kisses against his neck. ]
[Jack's infinitely less interested in names right now and more in Johnny's arms around him and his lips against his neck. But it's obvious that the other man is still at least somewhat distracted, thinking back or forward to other things.]
John Grimm? [It sounds familiar, he thinks. But he can't be sure.] Should I?
[ Really, it's not what it sounds like. Okay, it's exactly what it sounds like. His fingers are straying, absently tracing patterns over Jack's ass. ] But I think he's in the Red Hand.
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Anywhere with you, as long as it isn't Shiloh.
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Jack's existence is one of the most important things to him, and he cannot help but find hope in his presence, his trust. He threads his fingers through his, squeezing gently. ]
I'd take you to anywhere you want. I want to show you everything. Is that weird?
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[Anyone would want to take someone they care about away from a world at war. Jack lifts their joined hands and presses a kiss against the back of Johnny's knuckle. He brushes his lips up, smiling over the top at him.]
It is a little strange for someone to offer to show me the world. That was one of my best lines as prince.
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[ Johnny's old humor is bleeding back, and his eyes are tender, loving when he feels the brush of those lips on his knuckles, his skin. Suddenly he wants Jack to kiss him everywhere. He wants to be so close. ]
You know, shining, shimmering, splendid. A whole new world. [ Is he crooning? Yes, yes he is. ]
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Jack's eyes glimmer and he presses his lips against the back of his hand, the one thing between them.]
That's enough of that.
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[ The words are muffled against Jack's hand, but the intention is clear, and he shifts impatiently, teased by the way his hand is what's stopping them from having proper kisses. ] Mmmmph --
[ He's tugging his hand from between them so he can dart forward to give him a good, proper, hungry kiss. ] Just kiss me.
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[Because really, the magic carpet thing was corny even for Johnny. Jack clicks his tongue, but his mouth yields when Johnny's lips touch his, the kiss tender and passionate all at once. A fitting kiss, when it's the way Johnny makes him feel.]
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[ Answer: his dick. All the other answers are wrong. But Johnny's very quickly distracted when he kisses him again and again, slow and lingering. He's thoughtful, contemplative when he finally pulls away, whispering quietly to him. ]
I'm thinking of looking into that group -- what, the Red Hand, or whatever?
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The mercenaries. The ones that helped the Seelie take Mair?
[His voice is a little sharp until he considers it with less emotion. That was no small feat, so they're obviously good at what they do. And their allegiance doesn't lie with a court, which makes them all the more appealing in Jack's opinion. He bites gently on Johnny's bottom lip, nipping and tugging at it as he thinks, until he forms a response.]
Look into every option. Leave no stone unturned. If they earn your support, they have mine as well.
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He hums softly, running through his options. Jack's words encourage, and they give him ideas. There's one he's never wanted to speak aloud, one he'd harbored ever since the conclave. It's not just the Red Hand, it's... well, it's everything.
He pulls away briefly to look him in the eye, cupping his face. He utters treason and blasphemy -- he speaks the truth, quiet so only Jack's ears can pick it up. ]
I want to kill all the gods. Get rid of all of them. No one should demand that we go to war because of their dumb agenda. No one should order us around.
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[Jack whispers back to him. He's never been more in agreement with Johnny, never felt more like it was them against everything.]
They expect us to be the knives that slit the throats of bulls and lambs just so they can have blood on their altars. I've had enough of it.
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We'll break their altars this time. They can take their stupid godswar somewhere else -- who's to say they didn't cause the Void?
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[Johnny inspires more goodness in him than any god he's heard of, and isn't that the whole point of gods? And that's why he'll follow him to the ends of the world - any world. Jack slides his arms around him, holds him close. He knows he'll have to let him go soon enough.]
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[ Johnny says when Jack comes to hold him closer, and he tangles his limbs with his, fingers coming to curl in his hair. He's giving the dimple in Jack's chin a little kiss, quietly marveling at the miracle that is Jack Benjamin, the wonder of him. ]
You stayed up for me, didn't you? You were worried.
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[But it's true that he was worried. He could tell that Johnny was troubled by the uncertainties of what was to be discussed before he left. Maybe insecure about being one of the newest barons.]
I didn't want you to come back and feel that you were alone.
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But I'm not. [ He murmurs, fingers tracing a pattern over his chest. ] Because you're here with me. Have I mentioned that you're very sweet?
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You're not. Rest now, so we can be ready to take on whatever tomorrow brings.
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I can take anything on right now. [ Johnny shifts, rolling onto his back and pumping his fist in the air. Obviously Jack's presence invigorates more than it sedates, so the fireball has never felt more alive and ready to wrestle giants. ]
Anyone crosses me, I'll kick their ass!
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[Jack slides his arms back around him anyway, nuzzling at Johnny's temple. He loves seeing him like this though, fierce and bold and alive. Fire suits him well. Jack will do whatever it takes to fan those flames.]
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[ Johnny settles down, consciously bringing down his body temperature because it's still summer and he doesn't want to be kicked out by Jack for being a human space heater. He's quiet for a few moments, basking in his lover's kisses. He's wrapping an arm around him again, pressing more soft kisses against his neck. ]
Do you know who John Grimm is?
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John Grimm? [It sounds familiar, he thinks. But he can't be sure.] Should I?
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[ Really, it's not what it sounds like. Okay, it's exactly what it sounds like. His fingers are straying, absently tracing patterns over Jack's ass. ] But I think he's in the Red Hand.
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But then he adds to it, and Jack understands. He pulls back a little and looks him in the eyes.]
You should talk to him tomorrow. Find him, seek him out. Take Cearul if need be.
[The puca won't like it, but Jack will deal with that.]
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Yes, sir. I love it when you're bossy. Have I told you that?
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[Because he loves being bossy.]
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