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[runningred]

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Jay's room is a bit of a mess. Mostly because Jay's doesn't spend much time here but the sheets are clean and the room warm. He pulls the man inside and if he'll permit, into a slow, soft kiss.

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[runningred]

"I'm pretty sure I've been here. Although I'm guessing from your clothes, I was there much, much later than your era."

"At the moment, motorcycle mechanic." Jay answers, swirls the gin in his glass before sipping it again. It's truth, for now anyway. Even if the scars tell a very different story.

[i_am_your_host]

"Indeed? How could you tell by my clothes when I was barely wearing any?" he says teasingly. "But you may be right. It is 1931 in my world."

The Emcee has secrets and truths just like anyone else, and he can sense when others are keeping theirs close, as close as he keeps his own. And after all, it isn't his job or his nature to draw out what was, only to appreciate what is.

"A mechanic? Mm, how manly. You do work very well with your hands."

[runningred]

Jay shrugs. He's observant. It goes with his training. "I'm from 2008. The club's still popular in certain circles." Granted he was there to rescue a young lady from some of the less savoury circles.

Jay laughs and finishes off his drink. "Manly? Never really thought of it that way. It's just a job. Something I'm good at."

[i_am_your_host]

This gets a raised eyebrow. "It is? How...genuinely surprising. I have never given any thought to if the Klub would even last that long."

Especially the way things are going in his world right now.

He shifts and sits up a little more, tucking one leg under him and bringing the other knee to his chest. His movements are always languid, as if in a permanent haze of sensuality.

"So you like fixing things. And building things, I assume?"

[runningred]

"I have a feeling it's been rebuilt, reopened and re-imagined a few times since your time but...people hold on to ideas. And the idea of freedom and self expression are hard ideas to let go of."

He watches Emcee through hooded eyes, admiring the man's cat-like grace.

"It's satisfying. To form an idea into something tangible, something that can be used, enjoyed." He hesitates a moment, half hiding his face behind his wild hair. "It's honest."

[i_am_your_host]

So the Kit Kat Klub would have...a legacy. This concept leaves the Emcee rather speechless, though he only expresses his continued surprise with a soft, pensive "Hmm," and a drag off his cigarette.

Watching Jay just as attentively, he notes his hesitation.

"Quite creative of you. And there's nothing wrong with enjoying an honest day's work, darling," he adds. "Some people prefer it, perhaps even need it. Perhaps it provides a certainty and stability that are otherwise lacking in their lives." He shrugs a shoulder, bringing the glass of gin to his lips. "What sort of things do you build?"

[runningred]

Jay watches him, his dark blue eyes taking in the man's expression. He leans forward and touches Emcee's ankle softly. "Joy endures." He whispers, wanting to reassure him somehow.

"It has it's appeal." Jay chuckles softly, staring up at the ceiling a moment. "I built motorcycles mostly but I can turn my hands to most things given the challenge. I just finished a security system for a friend." He rubs the scars on his wrist absently, unaware of the action.

[i_am_your_host]

Only his eyes flick downwards to Jay's fingers when he touches his ankle, then back up to his face. The corner of his mouth twitches.

Perhaps some things do endure the test of time.

"See, I knew you were good with your hands," he murmurs with a wry smile.

And Jay isn't the only observant one in the room. However, he makes no mention of the familiar looking scars. Or any scars.

"I was always fairly rubbish with mechanical things. Too many straight lines; too many parts that must precisely fit with another. I suppose that those conditions are not ideal for me to be at my best."

[runningred]

Jay smiles and takes hold of Emcee's ankle with strong fingers. He pulls the man's foot gently towards him, massaging the pad of his foot. Another thing he's very good at.

"Perhaps it's that complex simplicity that I enjoy. As long as it's done right; it works. And when it doesn't, it's becomes a puzzle to solve." He casts Emcee a warm smile. "I don't have your gift for people."

[i_am_your_host]

With a bemused twist to his lips, he stretches his leg out and folds his arms on his other knee, then rests his chin on his arms. Watching him, and enjoying his touch. (Dancing in secondhand combat boots isn't the easiest or most comfortable thing to do.)

"Perhaps that's it: I have absolutely no patience for puzzles. Sometimes I have no patience for people either, believe me, but that depends on the person, obviously. Like you." He smirks.

[runningred]

Jay shifts a touch closer to work his fingers into the meat of Emcee's foot, finding the knots and pressure points before moving up to his ankle. He like to touch, to connect with his partners.

Jay cocks an eyebrow, a playful smile on his lips. "And here was I worrying that I would bore you."

[i_am_your_host]

He utters a short, wry chuckle. "Bore me? Darling, how could I possibly be bored? I am in bed getting a foot massage from a handsome young man while I've got a glass of expensive gin in one hand and an American cigarette in the other. Believe me when I say that this is the complete antithesis of boredom for me."

[runningred]

"Hedonist." Jay laughs, kissing the turn of Emcee's ankle. "I'd makes you a gift of the rest of the packet of smokes but I'm afraid there's only a couple left." He pats the man's leg. "Swap feet."

[i_am_your_host]

"Of course I am," he says with a crooked smile, as if he wouldn't want it any other way.

Leaning back against the headboard, he stretches out his other leg and takes a drag off his cigarette, breathing out a plume of smoke.

"And that's quite all right about the cigarettes, darling. I could always replenish my stash from Fraulein Bar, but I also know a few sailors back home who know how to get what I want in exchange for a few favors. Things from America have always been the rage, you know. The music, the fashion, the films...the aforementioned sailors."

[runningred]

"What's the point of living if you can't enjoy life." Jay whispers, almost to himself as he digs his strong fingers into Emcee's heel.

"She's awfully kind like that." He smiles. "She's become very tolerant of my constant requests for parts."

He chuckles at that. "I'd imagine the American sailors would be in high demand. A rare treat."

[i_am_your_host]

"I owe a lot to the American military. They gave me some wonderful..." He runs the tip of his tongue along the edge of his teeth as if reminiscing. "...language lessons."

While on the subject of enjoying life and all.

He finishes off his gin and sets the empty glass aside before folding his arm behind his head, still watching Jay, still enjoying the massage.

"Do you spoil everyone who finds themselves in your bed?"

[runningred]

Jay sighs, his eyes following the man's lips. "I'm sure your talented tongue taught them a thing or two in return."

He smiles and shrugs, finding the pressure point in Emcee's instep and drawing out the knot there. "I like to touch." He admits. "Too many all too brief encounters makes one crave... contact. Besides, I'm good at it."

[i_am_your_host]

"I've always believed in the act of reciprocation. Let no good deed go unpunished...that is, if the do-gooder enjoys being punished." He smirks.

His eyelids flutter closed for a moment as he exhales a low purr, rolling his head back into the crook of his arm.

"Mmm, you are good at touching, darling. I will be dancing on clouds for the rest of the night because of you."

[runningred]

"I'm sure your idea of punishment would have people queuing up around the block, meine lieben" Jay purrs, leaning in to kiss the man's ankle softly.

"My pleasure." Jay whispers, finishes off his massage slowly, letting his fingers linger over Emcee's skin. "I'm sure you will. And judging from your outfit, your audience will be deeply grateful."

[i_am_your_host]

He breathes a low, wry chuckle. "Well...let's just say that my dressing room door is a revolving one."

He's smoked his cigarette down to a little stub, which he puts out in an ashtray on the beside table. Then after a brief, cat-like stretch, he sits up, maybe somewhat reluctantly. The bed is so very comfortable, but the show must go on.

Reaching over toward Jay, he sweeps the streak of pale hair aside and buries his fingers in his mane, drawing him closer.

"Do you want me to do anything for you before I go?"

[runningred]

Jay looks into those smoky eyes for a long moment, hating the weakness in him that makes him want to ask Emcee to stay. "A kiss," He whispers, wrapping his arms gently around the man's waist.

[i_am_your_host]

He smiles faintly. Such an affectionate boy he is.

Leaning in, hand still in his hair, he presses his lips to Jay's, softly at first. Stroking, caressing, letting the heat build up between them. Then, he slips his tongue in, slick, hot, twisting with Jay's in a coiling dance.

Jay is also quite delicious.

But a kiss like this might not be entirely fair to Jay. And the Emcee knows it. So he takes care to not let it get too deep. After a few moments, he gently pulls back, just enough so that their lips still brush against one another when he murmurs,

"Was that all right?"

[runningred]

Jay moans into the kiss, letting out a breathless sigh as the man pulls away. "You make me want to beg you to stay." He whispers, brushing his thumb over Emcee's cheek. "I'd love to make love to you for hours."

He closes his eyes for a moment and gently pulls away. "But I understand that you have to go."

[i_am_your_host]

He tilts his head and furrows his brow, humming a soft chuckle as he strokes his hair.

"Oh, darling. It isn't as if we won't run into each other again. It's a very small universe, you know. Perhaps next time I'll let you keep me here for as long as you like."

Leaning in again, he presses a warm kiss to the corner of his mouth, sweeping his cool fingertips along his jaw before getting to his feet and crossing the room to retrieve his trousers off the floor.

[runningred]

"Promises, promises." Jay smiles, turning to kiss the palm of his hand "I look forward to spoiling you properly."

He watches Emcee dress, enjoying the view unashamedly. "Till next our paths cross then."