Gav and cubefall. What can go wrong?

[runningred]

Jay bounces up the stairs to his room. Literally bounces. Like a bad anime jiggle counter. "Seriously?"

Once in his room with the door closed behind Gav, he starts ditching clothing. Jay has never been particularly self-conscious about his body and his brain hasn't quite caught up with the fact he should be now. "Bras are so much easier to take of someone else than yourself." He growls, throwing the crop top away and presenting his still heavily scarred back to Gav. "Undo me, will you?"

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[street_sparrow]

Gavroche blinks for a moment, trying not to stare too long at the semi-disrobed girl in front of him, then steps forward to help.

He hasn't done it before, and his fingers are a little clumsy, but it's hardly a difficult mechanism and he gets it undone quickly enough.

His hands are warm on Jay's back.

[runningred]

Jay sighs as the bra comes off, leaning forward to tip out of it. "Gods, that thing was uncomfortable." He holds it up to look at it critically, back still to Gav. "Got to be a size too small at least."

[street_sparrow]

"Why would that even be part of the costume?" He considers, then shakes his head. "No, actually, you don't need to answer that. Not much fun for the girls, though."

[runningred]

"I'll have to ask Squire. Although her mentor picked her costume and it's as unflattering as a sack but much more practical." Jay heads over to the pile of clothes he dumped, looking for the new bra the bar provided.

It's a sports bra that's all straps and bits and he holds it out, trying to puzzle out the problem of getting it on. Sorry Gav, you may get a full view at this point.

[street_sparrow]

He does, and it steals his brain for a moment, leaving him staring openly.

"Do you..." He clears his throat. "Do you need more help with that?"

[runningred]

Jay realises for the first time that this might be flustering Gav and give him a gentle smile. "Yeah, thanks. I think I might need it."

[street_sparrow]

He's kissed girls before, maybe let his hands go places, but never seen one standing openly in front of him like this, and it's increasingly difficult to remember this is Jay.

"All right." He steps forward again, holding out his hand for the bra.

[runningred]

Jay passes him the bra. "Gav, if this is weirding you out too bad, you don't have to hang around." A smile plays over the redder than usual lips. "Unless you want to."

[street_sparrow]

That gets a smile and a headtilt.

"Maybe I do. If you want me to."

He turns the bra in his hands until he's sure which way is up, then slips the straps over Jay's shoulders. His hands may linger just a bit.

[runningred]

"Do you see me throwing you out?" Jay intentionally presses into the touch, encouraging the lingering.

[street_sparrow]

"No." And that's encouraging, as is the way Jay is moving into his touch. Gavroche's hands brush over his back, fastening the bra, and then stay there. And then, somewhere between hesitant and impulsive, he presses his lips to Jay's scarred shoulder.

[runningred]

Jay smiles and rests a hand on Gav's hip, letting him decide how far he wants to go. He's never done it as a woman but he has a feeling Gav's never done it at all.

The sound he makes is something like a purr. An encouraging one.

[street_sparrow]

Gavroche steps around him, his hand dropping to cover Jay's on his hip and turn it as he moves, so it can comfortably stay there, and looks up into Jay's eyes.

"Do you like me?"

He's not talking about friendship, he knows they have that. And he deliberately said 'like', to avoid implications of love he doesn't mean.

[runningred]

Oh Gav, you're so adorable, it's heartbreaking.

Jay leans in to cup Gav's cheek, kissing him gently. "Gavroche, you are a wonderful friend and I like you very much." He holds Gav's eye. "And I know you're straight as die. I'm still Jay in here. And even though I swing both ways, I know you don't. If you still want to go forward, I'd like that, but I don't want you to end up feeling weird about it."

[street_sparrow]

He licks his lips, without looking away.

"If we can just go back to friends, when the three days are over and you look like a boy again" - because yes, he's straight as a die - "and that would be all right... then I don't know many people I'd want to be with more right now." A few girls' names do come to mind, but only a few, and they aren't the ones there touching him. "I trust you."

[runningred]

Jay nods and kisses him again, deeper this time. Letting passion creep into it. "I'm fine with that. And I'm glad you trust me."

[street_sparrow]

Gavroche kisses him back, and that part at least he's already quite good at.

"Will you teach me, then?"

[runningred]

Jay chuckles a little. "I think I'm going to be making some of it up as I go along. I've never done this as a women. With plenty but never as."

He pulls at the bra. "Shall we start by getting rid of this thing?"

[street_sparrow]

"You're still ahead of me", Gavroche says with a slight smile, and reaches around to Jay's back to find the clasp again.

[runningred]

Jay stops at that and kisses him, very glad that Gav trusts him enough to let him perhaps be his first. But that's getting a little ahead yet.

He smiles and puts the bra aside. "Touch first then." Taking Gav's hand and resting it on his collarbone. With slow and gently guidance, he curves the palm of Gav's hand down and to the outer curve of his breast and then down to his waist.

[street_sparrow]

He wants to learn this with someone who cares about him, not a casual encounter with someone who barely knows him, and he's ready for it to begin now.

Gavroche keeps his touches soft and careful, exploring Jay's skin with his fingers as Jay moves his hand down.

[runningred]

"Everyone is sensitive somewhere different." Jay explains softly. "Not just the obvious places, but patches of skin that make them sigh. There's an art to taking the time to find them because most people don't know themselves."

He takes Gav's hand again. "For me, it's here." He brings Gav's fingers to the side of his neck and down to just over the pulse point. "And here," The small of his back and the long, narrow strip that's almost without scars. "And for no real reason, the turn of my ankle."

He pulls gently at the hem of Gav's shirt. "May I?"

[street_sparrow]

"Yes", he whispers, and raises his arms to make it easier.

When his shirt is off, there's only one significant scar to see - the one over his heart, where he was shot all those years ago.

[runningred]

Jay helps him out of his shirt, leaning in to kiss his shoulder, just as Gav had done. Heavy breasts brush against Gav's chest as he does.

"How do you feel about your scar?" Jay asks softly. "Mine can be sensitive, even the old ones and sometimes it isn't comfortable to have someone touch them, unless it's someone who knows me, knows who I am."

[street_sparrow]

"No one's touched it before", he murmurs, stepping in closer to press against Jay. "But it... doesn't feel bad."