Pool forfeit

[runningred]

{{ooc: from here.}}

Jay leads Eric up to his room, closing the door quietly behind them. “Like I said, within reason so if anything I suggest or ask doesn’t do it for you, just say.”

He steps back, starting to strip off. “I want to ride you. Not top you,” he add hastily, “I know it’s not your thing so I won’t ask but be on top of you, fucking myself on you.”

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[onceaviking]

"That is true,"Eric agrees. "It wouldn't be fun without a chase."

[runningred]

"Clearly I need to start training in a big way." Jay grins, already planning tactics in his head.

[onceaviking]

"You should," Eric agrees, tipping his face up and into the spray.

[runningred]

Jay laughs and goes back to washing himself. And watching Eric. The blood isn't having quite the same effect tonight.

He's still pleasantly and almost fully topped up healing-wise but he's not got quite the same urgent need to goad Eric into fucking him again.

Either he was really low and the blood has mostly spent itself healing him or the force of his orgasm really hit the spot. Or a bit of both.

[onceaviking]

Eric doesn't seem to notice that he is being watched.
Or he pretends not to at any rate.

He is washing his hair and his body carefully, using more soap than strictly needed, only because he likes the silky soft feel of it gliding over his skin.
And the scent.

He even starts humming a little.

[runningred]

Jay picks up the tune, or something close enough to sound harmonious. He sings wordlessly, just enjoying the tune as he washes himself. He's still watching Eric a little out the corner of his eye, pleasantly aware of his very attractive company.

[onceaviking]

Finally Eric rinses the last of the soap off and grabs a towel.

He is very thorough as he dries off. He has never been exaggerating when he has been enthusiastic about showers and bathing. He really does enjoy it. To the point where he isn't even showing off.

Not that it matters much.



Pam would kill him, if she witnessed this.

[runningred]

Without a doubt, one of the best views in Milliways. Jay follows unashamedly, squeezing the water out of his hair before walking over to run a hand down Eric's side. "Fuck, you're stunning!"

[onceaviking]

Eric gives him a slightly raised eyebrow. And a tiny hint if a smile.

"And you're strange. But I strive not to hold it against you."

[runningred]

"Yeah but I won't be half as much fun if I was normal." Jay laughs warmly and tosses his towel in the corner. He can clean up after himself later before wandering back over to flop on the bed.

He's happy for Eric to stay, or go. Whatever works for him. He's in a wonderfully mellow mood.

[onceaviking]

"Are you sure you are okay?" Eric asks.
"You seem - off."

Mellow Jay definitely feels odd.

[runningred]

Jay smiles indulgently, sprawling out on the bed like a heavily scarred porn star. "I'm fine, Eric. I promise. I'm..." He searches for the right word unhurried, "sated."

For once he doesn't feel the need to beg for more - blood, attention or sex. Not that he won't accept more if it was offered but he's happily satisfied as he is. A very rare thing for him indeed but one to be enjoyed.

[onceaviking]

"Ah," Eric says.
"Yes. I - remember what that felt like."

He picks up his clothes and starts dressing.

[runningred]

"I'd offer to return the favour but I doubt I'd survive the attempt." Jay shrugs offhandedly, not making any effort to move off the very comfy bed.

[onceaviking]

"You wouldn't," Eric replies as he ties the drawstring on his track suit trousers.

"And even if you didn't, it still wouldn't be enough."

It never really is.

[runningred]

"You should have come with me to Africa. Although their blood wasn't exactly healthy, there was plenty of it." Despite his flippant tone, there's something bitter there; the memory of blood-sodden carpets, tracked on his boot soles across marble floors.

[onceaviking]

"But you got them all?"

[runningred]

"The ones who were there." He knows that for certain. Seventeen men dead at his feet, his blades dripping with gore. "I've tracked down several others involved in the trade and made sure they won't try again but I'd have to kill half the continent to wipe it out completely."

[onceaviking]

"And you've deposited the children?"
He doesn't care.
Obviously.

[runningred]

"My two are back with their tribe. The others.... lets just say the Red Cross got a sizable donation towards helping the rest of the girls find their way home or into new, loving families." Jay took the time to empty the traffickers' safe on his way out.

[onceaviking]

"Ah," he says.

Looking away.

"I should get going. And you should probably sleep."

[runningred]

Jay nods and watching Eric from the bed. Anyone else he would steal a kiss goodbye or a last hug but that's not who they are.

"Before you go, Anuli left something for you. To say sorry for upsetting you but I suspect it's more Pam's style." He fishes something out from his drawer and tosses to Eric. It's a little yellowish stone about the shape of an eight sided dice. An uncut diamond.

[onceaviking]

Eric catches it, reflexively.

His face is closed as he looks at the stone, holding it between thumb and forefinger.
Unreadable.

[runningred]

"It's up to you if you want it." Jay mutters, not pushing the point any further. "Thanks for tonight."

[onceaviking]

Eric's eyes flick to Jay's face and away again.

"I miss him all the time," he says. Looking away.
"All the time. I can't -"

He stops, looking down at the small stone.

"I can't miss him. "

And then he pockets it. Because he cannot do that either.