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Jack Benjamin

COURT Unseelie.
TITLE Description.
OCCUPATION Brothel owner.
ABLE TO FAST-TRAVEL No.
RESIDENCE IN 2,701 Mair.
RESIDENCE IN 2,702 Mair.

MAJOR EVENTS

HIGHLIGHT
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PLANS
After the destruction of Caer Scima, Jack will be spending the first half of the timeskip year becoming a formal officer in the Unseelie military and getting his brothel up to par. On a more personal level, he will spend the first half of the year largely in a downward spiral, and the last half picking himself back up again.

SUMMARY OF KNOWN DETAILS
Advancement in the Unseelie military. Becoming a successful business owner. Learning blood magic.

TIMELINE OF EVENTS

SPRING IN 2,701 (Mar, Apr, May)

MARCH - He knows a place where people can come keep warm.
APRIL 15 - Smashing some fucking harps. (Anger and lust to play a role.)
May - There's gold in them thar birds. Jack will hunt the swans once he hears about the profit in them..

SUMMER IN 2,701 (Jun, Jul, Aug)

June - Jack will attend the joust still wondering if this is his real life. Maybe some "fun" during the nights of it. Possibly a mistake.*
July - Jack will clash with some anti-shardbearers and be pulled away from this fight by Johnny Storm, leaving a burn around Jack's wrist as a result.
August -This is Jack's turning point. Attends the festival of lights.

FALL IN 2,701 (Sept, Oct, Nov)

September - Miscommunications.
October - Samhain. Jack just fine in the darkness...until he starts thinking too much about his dead lover.*
November -BOUNTY HUNTING. Also his birthday month. Let's party.

WINTER IN 2,701/2,702 (Dec, Jan, Feb)

December -Yule.
January -
February -So much for the arts.

SPRING IN 2,702 (Mar, Apr)

March -Knockin' some skeleton block off.
April -Good riddance to the imps, that's what he says.

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I think I like it better when you talk about putting your dick in my mouth.

[Jack likes this in a different but wholly unfamiliar way, the way that makes him smile and feel like an idiot against his will.]

Have you been drinking? I didn't taste wine on your tongue.

Maybe you were mistaken. You should kiss me again to make sure.

[ He wiggles his eyebrows at him -- it's Christmas, they can be idiots together. ]

[Jack sighs dramatically before leaning over to do just that, quick and wet before he shakes his head at him.]

I'm feeling magnanimous. So I'll give you today, whatever you want. But tomorrow Yule is over.

[As if he suddenly turns into ice again.</small.]

What happens after Yule?

[ Johnny doesn't get it when Jack gets into one of these moods, like he's bracing himself to lose this -- whatever this is.

He licks his lips absently as they walk on, just themselves on this road. Sometimes, he decides, Jack needs to be jostled out of this habit, to know that there's really no time limit on what they have. ] Are you going somewhere?

[What does happen after Yule? It started on Samhain, and after that they've been riding high on celebrations, Jack making a very deliberate call to Johnny on his birthday. But it's not long until a new year begins, and Jack's not sure what that means.]

Absolutely not. [He takes the question a little more seriously than Johnny probably meant it too.] I like where I am.

[Jack looks over at him before arching a brow.]

What about you? Going back to your old life?

[ Johnny's brows raise at that, the insinuation behind them, like this, all of this is an escape (from what?) and it would last as long as smoke in the wind. Jack's position on the impermanence of it makes him pause as they continue walking together, an easy pace in the cold weather. ]

Jack, this is my life. [ Johnny takes things as they come, he doesn't slip into escape mode the way Jack does; the celebrations and the season doesn't mean he changes, or becomes someone else when it's over. Johnny Storm does what he likes when he likes. ] What are you talking about?

[It's difficult to believe in the permanence of something they haven't even put a name to. And Jack hasn't tried to either, but he knows that sometimes things are fun while they're fun, and they fade when they're not. How many times have they faded for Johnny? He's heard the stories, more names and descriptions than he could possibly kee track of. He has a list of his own.

Jack pauses and turns to face him.]

I'm asking you the same questions you asked me. What happens after Yule? Are you going somewhere?

[ Johnny blinks. See, he's never really thought about it. What happens, happens, right? He doesn't put a name to this because it's what it is, and Johnny would probably turn tail and run if he realizes just what it is that he's starting to feel for Jack.

At least, at first. Johnny's not the committing type, not really. But he likes the time they have together. He likes the birthdays. He likes the great sex, and doesn't think about how he'd never so much as looked at someone else in weeks.

But he doesn't want to put a name to this. He doesn't know what it is. ]

I'm not going anywhere. We can just keep having fun, right?

[Jack studies him - or judges him, it's hard to tell by his expression. But he has his answer. Sooner or later, it will stop being fun, and Johnny will leave despite his innocent belief to the contrary, and Jack must regrettably put a halt on what he's feeling to keep from getting too invested.

He sighs, but he smiles and holds out his hand again. They're just having fun.]

Of course. What else would we do?

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Does it bother you?

[ Because Johnny knows that look -- he knows there's something Jack isn't telling him, and he's perceptive enough to pick up on it. He takes his hand, however, and presses a kiss to the back of it. ]

We could make out in the pool, for one.

It doesn't.

[It's familiar and easy, and Jack doesn't have to figure out anything that he doesn't already know either. He even reasons that it's probably for the best; as great as the sex is, it's been slightly one-sided. Jack has a taste for the giving and the receiving.]

If this pool is cold, you'd better be prepared to warm it up - in more ways than just by making out.

[Because he could anticipate Johnny's next line to a statement like that.]

[ He laughs, tugging him close as they continue to make their way to the pool. It's a beautiful, secluded place, all things considered -- and maybe it's the time of year that people avoid.

He sets the basket down when they reach, taking in the sights and the glimpses of creatures flitting here and there. ]

Don't worry, I'll keep you nice and warm. [ He winks, before he tugs him over by his coat in a slow, lingering kiss. Already his skin is heating up, enough to be felt but not enough to burn. ] Clothes off. The last thing you'll be thinking of is the cold.

It's beautiful.

[He breaks the kiss to take it all in. Something feels peaceful here. Good. And Jack feels somehow soothed. He looks back at Johnny, smirking a little at his words, words that he knows he'll make good on. Whenever he's with Johnny he thinks of little else.]

You first. I want to enjoy the view.

I thought you'd like it here. You seemed pretty stressed.

[ Johnny says, because Jack isn't the only one who's paying attention. He undoes his cloak, then pulls his shirt over his head, grinning at Jack. He takes his time about it, showing off to him and putting himself on display.

His trousers are next to go -- yes, he went commando, and before long, he's proudly naked before Jack. ]

Your turn, now.

[Jack tries not to think about Johnny's observation, choosing instead to focus on the display he makes of himself. His smile is wide and genuine when he removes his trousers. Johnny Storm forsaking underwear shouldn't surprise him, but it does, and it amuses him too.

He takes his time, folding his coat after he removes it, finding a safe place to lay it. Jack keeps his eyes on Johnny's with every article of clothing that he removes. He knows his body by now, pale and beautiful, strong and just a little bit otherworldly. Jack looks more and more like he belongs here.]

Shouldn't you be warming up the water?

[ Is it possible to be greedy for someone? Because Johnny can't take his eyes off of him, drawn hopelessly to the sleek, lean lines of his body. He'd spent so much time worshiping that body, unapologetically male and beautiful and unlike anyone he's ever had before.

And if this is a flash of hunger and admiration, desire coiled in the pit of his stomach and a yearning that goes beyond just sex -- well, that's the way it is.

He steps into the water delicately, his body heating up the water slowly but surely, raising it to comfortable levels. He holds his hand out to him, smile widening. Jack doesn't look like he belongs here -- he looks like he belongs in a fairytale, an otherworldly, exquisite creature that only dwells in his most private fantasies.

He holds his hand out to him. ]

C'mere. Let me pamper you.

[Johnny looks at him in his own way, a way that no one else has, not even Joseph. Sometimes Jack imagines that he is looking at him the way his first love did, all acceptance and adoration. But there's a hunger to it too, something that tells him that Johnny would never be content with just looking, could never be patient the way that Joseph was.]

I thought you were the spoiled type.

[Maybe when he came here. Hell, they both were. But circumstances have taught Jack a little bit more about the give and take. Right now the only thing that he takes is Johnny's hand as he steps into the water.]

It's freezing, you know.

[Nonchalantly. Jack really doesn't mind the cold as much as some, and he knows it'll warm quickly.]

I can't pamper you if I'm spoiled?

[ Johnny asks lazily when Jack steps inside, making sure to pull him to his chest to get him warmed up before anything else. Jack is right: Johnny is not a patient man -- even if his many months in the Drabwurld had seen to smoothen out the jagged edges. Johnny is fire and passion both, bold and aggressive; he will never be who Joseph was.

But perhaps one thing would be largely the same: when Johnny Storm falls in love, he'll be done for.

The water is invigorating, and he basks in the pleasure of that and having Jack in his arms as he leans down to steal another kiss from that plush, full mouth. ]

Am I getting you nice and hot yet? [ He's smirking, yay for double entendres. ]

[That tiny unselfish part of Jack wishes that he never will, and especially not with him. He doesn't know how to love back properly. It seems he's only capable of it when it's too late.

He rolls his eyes at Johnny, but he smirks in spite of himself. Jack slides his arms loosely around his waist.]

Mmm, warmer by the second.

[ Well, Jack, here's your second chance to learn.

Johnny's guiding him deeper into the water until it reaches their chests, and the effects of it is unmistakable. It's soothing, refreshing, and he traces idle little patterns up Jack's spine, keeping the water nice and warm in contrast to the cold weather around them. ]

It's your first time doing this too, isn't it?

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