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Jay's fingers scrape against the bench in an effort to keep his hands still. "Don't," He breathes, too soft for anyone else to hear. "don't tease. Please? Just do it."

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Jay whimpers. The sound of Eric so wild, so needy and so close makes him leak, inches from falling apart.

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Eric bites him again, tangling his fingers in Jay's hair so he can pull his head back.

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"Eric!" His name comes out as a broken moan, his body tight against Eric's. The bite and Eric's dominance over him is enough to force him over the edge. He comes with a shudder, too lost to care.

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Eric savours the trembling and the moaning, alongside the blood.

He could easily keep going, but reins himself in, licking the wounds closed.

He is still heavy atop Jay, his body firm and cool.

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Jay pants against him, too overwhelmed to move just yet. He shudders with aftershocks, pale even after Eric's blood. After a moment he reaches up to cup Eric's shoulder, not really holding him so much as just confirming that he's there.

After a long moment he lifts his head, shaking it slightly. "Fuck Eric! I have creamed myself like that since I was a kid."

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The corner of Eric's mouth twists. Just a little.
"It's a gift," he says. Deadpan.

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Jay huffs a laugh and rests his head on Eric's shoulder for a moment. "Fuck. The things you do to me..." He reaches up to feel the fresh, tender skin at his neck.

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"Not to mention the things you do to yourself," Eric replies, leaning back against the wall.

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"That too." Jay mutters, strengthening up and pulling away slowly. "But we've established I'm bad for myself."

He smiles and wipes a drop of drying blood from Eric's chin, moving uncomfortably as his jeans stick. "I'm in need of a shower in a desperate way. Care to join me?" He locks the swords and other weapons away first.

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"A shower sounds good," Eric says.
It always does.

He waits for Jay to finish locking things away. Quiet. Still.

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Jay's gotten use to Eric's quiet but not his stillness. He's movements seem to have changed since Godric. There's an uncomfortableness about him, a sadness that manifests in his stillness.

Jay gives the blades one last rub with an oiled rag and puts them away, heading to the lift. He talked the Bar into letting him have a short cut so the lift now opens onto his floor, making the trip faster.

He opens the door for Eric, knowing he only needed to be invited the once and starts stripping off. His room is it's usually mess of parts and plans and stuff.

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Eric follows him and undresses once the door has shut behind him.
Leather jacket, wife beater, boots, jeans.


He leaves everything on the floor and heads to the bathroom. There's a very bloody fishnet stocking peeping from one of the unzipped pockets in his jacket on the floor.

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Jay spots it and wonders at the significance. If it was incriminating, surely Eric won't still be carrying it around.

He follows Eric into the bathroom with towels, just as conformably naked. He doesn't bother to flirt or try anything, just washes off and enjoys the water. "Are the fishnet Emcee's?" It's a wild guess but one that would make sense.

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Eric's eyes are closed and his face is tipped up, letting the hard spray hit his face directly.
He turns to answer, the water dripping from his face as the blood did previously.

"They belong to a young lady. She struck me as the frugal by necessity kind so I though I had better give them back." So that's neither a yes or no really.

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"Ah. Very thoughtful of you." Jay answers, going back to washing without further question. He didn't see Emcee during Cubefall so has no reason to know he chose that option and given Eric is planning to return them, the lady in question was clearly consenting and enjoyable.

Either way, Jay's glad to hear Eric's found more people he's comfortable to feed from.

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"What can I say? I'm a gentleman," Eric replies and continues washing. His chest, his abdomen, his cock.

"And I prefer not to have blood spattered articles of clothing strewn about the place. "

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Jay watches, because why won't he? Just as Eric is welcome to watch Jay wash. Not that he's half as impressive to look at.

He chuckles at that. "Well I'm sure the frugal young lady will be very grateful for your discretion."

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He runs his fingers through his wet hair.
"Plenty of people would be more than eager to get something to nail me on. I tend to be cautious. "

He doesn't mind being looked at.

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"I know. After last time, I'm not keen to give them any quarter either." There are things he doesn't discuses around certain people these days.

Jay leans against the wall to watch, not really doing much else but enjoying.

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"I can imagine. With the friends you have," Eric says, bowing his head to fully enjoy the water hitting his back and neck.

And then he changes the subject.
"Pam thinks we ought to make a calendar. To sell at Fangtasia. "

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Jay doesn't comment. Things with Rae are better but he's still careful about what he says around her.

He laughs at that. "Do it! You'll make a fortune. Hell, I'd buy one."

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"We're thinking that I should be Mr January," Eric elaborates "Make it exclusive to the booth at the bar. And then sell off the overstock online come June or something."

He likes to talk business in the shower.

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"I would have thought more than just January. Between you and Pam..." Jay pushes his hair back and stretches his neck. "Do you sell much merch in the bar? I didn't really look much last time I was there."

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"T-shirts, key chains, coasters. Frilly underwear." Eric shrugs.
"It's not huge, but there is definitely potential there. And you have to stop doing that, Jay."

Sounding almost a little irritable.

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"I'm not doing it to get your attention." Jay grumbles back, massaging the back of his neck. "You got me a good one across the back of the head while we were sparring and despite your blood, I'm a bit stiff. Need to go back to that hotel of yours and get another massage. I'm getting old." He's barely 21.