🏴‍☠️ IC contact; Duplicity

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[calicoat]

[ Well, Jack's always been too wrapped up in perceptions, hasn't he? It is, in part, the reason he does anything that he does, anything that doesn't have to do with Anne. Even his loyalty to Charles was, at one point, tied up in his obsession with his own name, the idea that it might be more noteworthy if it were uttered in the same breath as Charles Vane. Over the years, things changed, but one change is too new, too fragile to speak aloud.

He thinks too much, for this kind of shameless, reckless desire to take hold of him. He doesn't pull his dick out on a whim, he doesn't melt into the hands of another man, he doesn't beg for more or crave a touch rough enough to feel the next day, so that he can luxuriate in the memory of it. He doesn't...until Charles is involved, and then he does.

Jack stands there quietly and catches his breath, keeping his grasp tight at the back of Charles' head to keep himself steady just as much as to keep him close. Is it alright for him to have that, almost face to face in the light of day, pulse still pounding against the other's tongue? Maybe not, but he takes it anyway, just as Charles has taken his self-control. He buries his nose I'm the other's hair and just breathes, for as long as he'll let him. ]

[chaz]

[ Fuck.

The way he withdraws from Jack's neck is incremental at first, almost a nuzzle as his lips part, his nose brushing skin. Feels like his bones are melting, and his skin is tingling all over, and Jack's hand feels... ugh, so fucking good in his hair like that, why haven't they been doing this the whole fucking time?

His own hand shifts a bit at the back of the other's neck, not gripping anymore, but stroking so gently that he barely realizes he's doing it. If he moves his fingers just a little this way, he'd be able to feel Jack's pulse. And if he lifts his head just enough, with Jack close enough to breathe him in--

Fuck. It's like waking up from sleepwalking to find himself at the edge of a cliff. The way he moves is drugged, requiring entirely too much thought and willpower to lift his head up, and deliberately take a step back from Jack.

They're a fucking mess. Not that he gives a shit. With a heavy exhale, Charles puts his dick away and ties his pants back up. ]

We could end more arguments like that.

[calicoat]

[ Having Charles' fingers stroking the back of his neck makes him shiver, with a greedy satisfaction that makes him want more, more, more, who cares if it's too affectionate or that he's got cum on his shirt, he could stand here and let this man press him against the wall until his legs give out, breathe in the scent of tobacco that clings to his hair, that Jack picked out--

And then it's gone. Charles pulls away and leaves him cold, and he needs a minute to collect himself out of his little fantasy and tuck himself back into his pants. He could have said something, just then. Could have whispered it, even. ]

Don't you go picking fights on purpose, now.

[ Maybe if his pride weren't always in his way. ]

[chaz]

[ He pushes his hair back, because he needs something to do with his hands, and also because he can still feel Jack's fingers in it. ]

I'm sure we'll manage.

[ After all, how many times have they fought over some stupid thing or another since they got here? Just because Charles is consistently the one responsible for escalation doesn't mean it's on purpose. It's a fine line. ]

I'm gonna go find something to eat.