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.
[ It works out for them perfectly, really -- Johnny gets boners for when Jack takes charge, and from the way he squeezes his ass right now, suggestive and playful, almost, it's obvious that he doesn't hide it. ]
Are you going to head to the Station again tomorrow? The steaks you brought back were prime-cut. [ Johnny had been delighted to get the chance to sear the steaks perfectly for Jack, and absolutely loved the vintage band t-shirts that Jack had gotten for him, too. ]
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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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Are you going to head to the Station again tomorrow? The steaks you brought back were prime-cut. [ Johnny had been delighted to get the chance to sear the steaks perfectly for Jack, and absolutely loved the vintage band t-shirts that Jack had gotten for him, too. ]
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[But he likes doing it.]
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[ Johnny hums shamelessly, shifting to demand a kiss from Jack's lips. ] And so are you.