[ 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?
[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.
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. ]
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. ]
[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.]
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.
[ 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. ]
[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.]
The hand on Jean-Paul's chin moves to grasp the corner of his jaw, to hold him close as he shivers and takes everything he has to give. Logan's other hand follows suit, cupping him and holding him steady, and he thinks he's blushing, too.
His eyes shut, nostrils flaring just slightly as he takes Jean-Paul's scent in. The desperation, the need to be close, is palpable and Logan whines because of it, tastes it on his tongue even as he pushes it into Jean-Paul's mouth.
[It's as if a current has been switched on; every noise Logan makes, every move of his body, feels electric. Jean-Paul devours Logan's mouth as his hands roam everywhere, absolutely everywhere they can reach.
His hips rock foward, pushing what is shaping up to be a pretty good erection against Logan's thigh.
He finally has to pull his mouth away, breathing hard.]
[ The sight of Jean-Paul flushed like this, dishevelled like this, makes him weak. Logan can only imagine he's not much better, his shirt already undone and the fabric of everything he wears rumpled beneath Jean-Paul's demanding hands. He's trying to catch his breath too, chest rising and falling, shoulders heaving, fingers moving to brush over the locks just above Jean-Paul's ears and stroke down towards the sides of his neck. ]
The hell did I do? [ It might have been more effective if Logan didn't sound some version of wrecked already, flustered by the kiss, the weight of Jean-Paul's cock, and resisting the urge to spread his legs like the aforementioned jelly.
He licks his own lips, tasting the air between them. ] I was gentle when I kissed you.
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[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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Least you do to me.
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Well.... ouais. But you're special. Try to remember that when we get into a fight, which we will.
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[ 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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[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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I love all animals. You gonna buy me a whole ecosystem?
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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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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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[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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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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[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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Good-naturedly, he shoots back, ] What?
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[Not even asking. Rude.]
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That ain't how spoiling works.
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[Little wiggle.]
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[ 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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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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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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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.]
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The hand on Jean-Paul's chin moves to grasp the corner of his jaw, to hold him close as he shivers and takes everything he has to give. Logan's other hand follows suit, cupping him and holding him steady, and he thinks he's blushing, too.
His eyes shut, nostrils flaring just slightly as he takes Jean-Paul's scent in. The desperation, the need to be close, is palpable and Logan whines because of it, tastes it on his tongue even as he pushes it into Jean-Paul's mouth.
Jesus. Jesus. ]
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His hips rock foward, pushing what is shaping up to be a pretty good erection against Logan's thigh.
He finally has to pull his mouth away, breathing hard.]
You.
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The hell did I do? [ It might have been more effective if Logan didn't sound some version of wrecked already, flustered by the kiss, the weight of Jean-Paul's cock, and resisting the urge to spread his legs like the aforementioned jelly.
He licks his own lips, tasting the air between them. ] I was gentle when I kissed you.
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You. Ridiculous. Romantic. Beautiful. Man. [Murmured between attacks of lips and tongue and teeth. He grinds against Logan, shameless as always.
Jean-Paul shivers at the feeling of Logan's fingers in his hair, moving his head so they brush his ears. He makes a low groaning noise when they do.]
You have no idea what you do to me.
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i need you to know i now feel inexplicable attachment to matt bomer whenever i see him
Awwwe <3
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i'm totally down for ftb if you'd rather o7
I'm cool either way. These two are the worst and I love em
IIIII LOOOOVE GARBAAAAAAGE
WE ARE TRASH
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"go, go, i cannot look at you" is so powerful i'm
XD
theyre so cute ok sobs
painfully so!
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