Thomas' lips still burned from the recent contact with Jackson's lips, but he tried his best to not let his emotions reflect so openly on his features. Jack did have the most stunning smile, however, he noted candidly. It was the sort that could render him incoherent at the first glance, and again the butterflies fluttering in his stomach fiercely grew in number. He stuck his tongue out stubbornly at the other's teasings, though a smile was tugging at the corners of his lips. "I AM NOT hurting your feelings, MR. MELODRAMATIC." he declared. "and why should I tell you what I am seeing? Of course you can't watch. These images are strictly for people with chicken legs." he said with mockign scowl. "I'm afraid you do not qualify. And do I need to mention that we do not really need to discuss where your hands have been today, Jackson?" Thomas said, actually liking the way his name smoothly rolled out of his tongue. He couldn definitely get used to saying his name like that. "Well, I don't want my Jackson to die, so come here and let me disinfect you." he proclaimed, gesturing for the other to come closer, not realizing he had said 'my' while referring to him. "And I'm a smoker. We're required to bring these sort of contraptions around, else we'd just wither away unattractively."
A small laugh was given, even though Thomas really wouldn't mind shedding more than just his trousers for the other. He would never tell hikm that of course. "Well, there are just some things you cant have once you wished for them. My chicken legs can't bee seen for free you know. Not even for you." He retorted smoothly. "You have to work hard sometimes you know. Pull a muscle or two." Tom continued, matter-of-factly. In truth, he was very used to aggressive flirtation, so nothing Jack can say right now could ever offend him. He;s used to too much discrimination, he's learned to numb himself from plenty of things. "A week is good I suppose. And I don't know what an Arabian is, but if it's beautiful, I'm game." a light chuckle.
"I've never heard of him, to be honest. Why do you say he's creepy?" Thomas asked with open curiosity, tossing a few papers on the rubbish pile before lightly placving the new notes on another, cleaner pile. "Yes. I kind of like our new names." He took the last pile and started sorting. "But Jackson and Thom sounds like a candy company... or a comedy act." His eyes might have been down, but his eyes followed the progression of the other's fingers up his arm, before they trailed back down, leaving hot trails on his skin. Then he found Jackson raising his hand to his lips and placing an almost-kiss the center of his palm. He was in the middle of pretending to be sorting at that point, but he stopped to look up immediately. Every part of him burned bright and tingled, even when the other pulled away, but he was at lest thankful that the other had not completely cut all contact. The feeling of his hand in his was most comforting. Thomas smiled rather sheepishly, lightly tugged at the other's hand before he offered the other a small nod. "Thanks, love." he said, before continuing with his work. He couldn't seem to stop smiling after that.
"AH, well. I'll have you know creativity is most encouraged here." Thomas stated, almost giggled when the other winked at him but was thankfully able to stop himself. "Do tell what those plans are. And miniskirt it is then, if you're into them." The other's next inquiry was most odd, though it wasn't as if it was the first weird remark both of them had made that day.In fact, Thomas wagered nothing much can surprise him at that point. "No. I'm goign Au Naturale, thank you. You don't shave off a skunk; it'll ruin its natural musk." He did not know what the hell that meant but it was funny, at least. "And you heard me right. Take that phrase in every context, and I can all of those are still acurate when applied to me."
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