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 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."

[runningred]

Jay holds him close for a long moment, just letting the warmth of their bodies meld. He leans in to kiss Gav's neck, his shoulder, the hollow of his collarbone. Working slowly down the heart with slow brushes of his lips.

He realises in part, this had becomes a matter of teaching Gav to recognise his own pleasure as much as how to pleasure another. Those who know themselves are better lovers of others.

[street_sparrow]

Gavroche gasps as Jay's lips touch his scar, and he tips his head to press a kiss to Jay's neck in turn.

"Definitely good", he says, a little breathless. "Don't stop."

[runningred]

Jay breaths a smiles over the creases of Gav's scar and starts exploring it, tasting the whirls and ridges of it with lips and tongue. One hand around Gav's waist to steady him.

[street_sparrow]

Gavroche's hands begin, tentatively, to explore, and he leans in to keep kissing Jay's neck and the side of his currently very pretty face.

[runningred]

And there's that sensitive spot Jay mentioned, just over his pulse. The brush of Gav's lips makes him moan, a strangely high, sweet sound.

[street_sparrow]

Gavroche pauses, his hands brushing over the edges of Jay's breasts and down his sides, then returns to the spot that got that sound out of Jay.

He parts his lips to nip a little at the skin.

[runningred]

"Fast learner." Jay groans, pressing himself against Gav and grinding a little. oops, wrong body for that.

He manages to draw back just enough to look Gav in the eye. "Ready for more skin?" He asks, hand resting on the waistband of Gav's pants.

[street_sparrow]

"It's what", he says, breathing fast, "would feel good to me. Yes, I... I think so."

[runningred]

Jay nods and cups Gav's cheek, kissing him again before helping him out of his pants.

The shorts and gun-belt are going to be a little trickier so Jay has the step back a bit to get out of them. "Hmm, shaved." He looks down at his new body. "Guess that makes sense." Those shorts and all.

[street_sparrow]

Gavroche is wearing somewhat ragged shorts underneath, and takes in the sight of Jay as he steps back, silent except for an intake of breath.

[runningred]

"Come here," Jay says softly, stepping out of the shorts. Now fully naked, he pulls Gav to him. "It's okay, we'll take it slow and we've got all night."

[street_sparrow]

"Yes", Gavroche says only a little nervously, letting himself be pulled closer. "No rush at all."

[runningred]

Jay kisses him slow and deep, letting the heat of their bodied mend. This feminine form fits perfectly against him, Jay's leg riding slightly up to his hip.

[street_sparrow]

This is already further than he's ever gone before, but he's going with it increasingly eagerly, opening himself to the kiss.

[runningred]

Jay runs his hands over Gav's hips, pulling him gently towards the bed. "How far we take his is up to you, Gav. You decide, okay?"

[street_sparrow]

"Okay", Gavroche murmurs against his lips, walking with Jay towards the bed.

(He's never been afraid of new experiences, he reminds himself.)