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[speed_of_snark]

[He may not detect the scent change consciously, but he can hear the purring. Jean-Paul is learning to read all these small cues. He keeps petting, pleased.]

I think that's cool. People shouldn't be ashamed of their ambitions.

You know, people think you are not scared of anyt'ing.

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I'm just good at bluffing. [ That, and people tend to need someone who isn't scared of anything. He's not fearless in the least, he doesn't think; he's just good at focusing on things other than the fear, remembering what he has to do, only focusing on what's important.

Logan's head drops a bit, cheek nuzzling gently against Jean-Paul's hair. ]

Think the kids feel better thinking they got someone fearless on their side, too.

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Ouais, you are. Not as good as me, but pretty good.

[That gets him to move to kiss Logan's neck.]

Mmm. Ouais. Kids are dumb, but I'm glad - they deserve to feel safe.

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[ The kiss is pleasant-- sweet without making any especially unbearable heat. The jellyfish on his screen consumes its prey and rapidly digests it, but all Logan feels is some vague approximation of "fluttery" and "nice". ]

Should teach me to bluff better.

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Non. You'd be too cold if you were like me.

[He exhales, long and slow, letting tension leave his body. He's always wound up pretty tight if he's not doing something physical.]

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Mm. [ Logan turns, kissing the top of Jean-Paul's head. ] You got your own warmth.

Least you do to me.

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[He kisses Logan's neck again.]

Well.... ouais. But you're special. Try to remember that when we get into a fight, which we will.

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[ He huffs a small 'heh', shaking his head. ] I'd rather fight than pretend things're okay.

[ The arm that'd been connected to Jean-Paul's untangles itself to wrap around his waist and tug him closer. ]

The day lying's an easier option than telling the truth is when we bail.

[ Another pretty jellyfish flits across as the narrator explains its day-to-day. Logan smiles again, but hides it behind a mouthful of Sprite. ]

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Good. Because I don't lie. It's a waste of time.

[He's pressed tight against Logan, hand still on his chest.]

I'm not particularly good at hiding my annoyance. You've probably noticed. [Yeah, JP, way to state the obvious.

He looks up, and grins.]

You really fucking love these jellyfish. I'll buy you a tank someday.

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[ Logan nearly spits some Sprite out, a surprised little laugh in his throat. ] Where the hell am I gonna put a tank, darlin'? [ His room isn't that big, he doesn't think, and it'd have to be in the space between his desk and his bed, which isn't really as remarkable as you'd think. ]

I love all animals. You gonna buy me a whole ecosystem?

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[A Gallic shrug.] I'd get you a bigger place so you'd have room. [As if this were the obvious and not at all ridiculous solution.]

If you wanted. [The hand on his chest stops petting to lightly skate over his nipples.] I said I'd spoil you. I am not sure why you don't think this would not extend to OUTSIDE the bedroom.

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[ No, he's sensitive...

Logan's breathing changes just slightly, and he drinks the rest of his second can before setting its empty shell by the first one. ]

I don't want anything. [ Truthfully, honestly, he can't even think of one right now. The jellyfish documentary's almost over, and seeing schools of them all swimming so close to each other makes him grin just as much as Jean-Paul's ridiculousness does. ]

You already got me Sprite. And you're here.

I'm good, Johnny.

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[Jean-Paul laughs softly.] My simple man. Logan, you have no idea how refreshing you are.

[Onscreen, the jellyfish swim, otherworldly and delicate.]

Maybe you just like t'ings that light up. Jellyfish, me... you like fireworks? Maybe laser pointers, mon minou? [He keeps petting him as he talks.]

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Fireworks are too loud. [ The purring continues, and continues until the pictures are gone and the credits start rolling. Logan, probably unsurprisingly, doesn't stop watching, presumably to read everything that comes up on screen until the video ends naturally. ]

And if you're makin' a joke about me chasin' a laser pointer like a cat, we're gonna have our first real fight.

[ He's joking. His posture's too relaxed, purring too loud, scent too sweet, for that to sound like a real threat.

And he kisses Jean-Paul's hair again, fondly. That's not what angry people do. ]

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I thought you might say that.

[Jean-Paul lacks the patience for credits. He picks up the laptop and puts it aside, near the empty Sprite cans. He rolls, perching neatly on top of Logan, hands folded on the other man's chest. Nevermind Logan being catlike - JP looks like a particularly satisfied one.]

Allo.

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[ Jean-Paul might not be particularly heavy, but Logan's letting out a little huff as he sinks into the mattress, anyway.

Good-naturedly, he shoots back, ] What?

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I brought you Sprite. Tell me a poem.

[Not even asking. Rude.]

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Seriously? [ It's a useless question, but Logan's going to ask it anyway. ]

That ain't how spoiling works.

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Tell me a poem and I'll make it worth your while.

[Little wiggle.]

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Can I quote someone else's?

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If you insist. It will affect your reward.

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Mm... [ So he lies there, contemplating for one moment. ] Okay. [ Snort. ] Okay. Here.

[ Both his hands move to curl around both of Jean-Paul's wrists, thumbs stroking over the fronts of them. ] I'm thinking about / the stupid smile on his mouth / while he thinks he has me cornered.

And how it feels to run my tongue / over it.

How it feels to taste a star.

If want is tangible, it's this. [ Lifting his hand, Logan's knuckles stroke along Jean-Paul's jaw, moving towards his chin as his index curls beneath it and his thumb rests atop it. ] His mouth.

His stupid, smug mouth.

[ Then he pulls Jean-Paul down, voice low in a murmur. ] He says my name and the sky is talking.

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[Whatever he was expecting, it wasn't that. This much is clearly evident by the frankly wondering expression on his face.

When Logan touches his face he blushes right to the tips of his ears. He opens his mouth once, closes it, then lets himself be pulled closer.]

...who wrote that? [His whole body feels flushed, his stomach fluttery.]

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[ The blush is sweet. He can hear Sasquatch now, holding back an appalled laugh because nobody calls Jean-Paul sweet, but it is, and Logan falls, and his eyes are soft with obvious, untold sentiment. ]

A romantic. [ He lifts up on the elbow of his free arm and leans in to kiss Jean-Paul right on the mouth. ]

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[Any possible reply is cut off by that kiss, and it's just as well - this is one of the few times Jean-Paul is left speechless.

He kisses back like maybe Logan's about to disappear, like he'll never get another chance. Warm and wet and full of emotions impossible to express aloud.]