jack sloper } (dearjack) wrote in riddikulus,
@ 2008-04-14 20:00:00

Who: Jack & Thomas
What: Jack needs some help with tutoring and Thomas helps.
When: The night they get back
Status: Closed/Complete
Rating: PG

Jack sat down at a table near the front of the library with a groan, dropping the mismatched pile of books and things on the table and relaxed, legs moving to stretch out in front of him as he raised his arms with a groan before dropping them down and beginning to try and get some sort of organization going before Thomas showed up. He hadn't exactly done a lot of homework over the break and what he had done had been minimal because he simply had not gotten it. And so everything he had was in one big pile and he had not clue where anything was.

He worked for a few moments before he settled back after a few moments, his arms moving to cross over his chest. He had everything in order and he was a bit early he knew, but it was better than being late to a study session. He felt bad enough asking for Thomas's time on the first night back from school. But the test was in a few days and nothing was comprehending and so he didn't know what else to do.

He rubbed the back of his head again before moving his hands to rub his face with a sigh. He dropped them after a few moments and relaxed against the back of the chair, tapping his foot absently as he waited for Thomas to arrive.

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dearjack
2008-05-05 05:47 am UTC (link)

Jack stuck out his tongue back at the other man and crossed his eyes before taking his face back to how it had been before with a smirk. “I’ll have you know that I am not melodramatic and I was deeply wounded, it’ll probably scar as well,” he said shaking his head as he looked over his arms as if he was expecting to see physical evidence of it. “And you’d tell me because I’d ask nicely because I like your chicken legs?” he asked looking at Thomas with puppy eyes before smirking and looking at his hands as he shrugged his shoulders. “We’ll they’ve been a lot of places really,” he said noddig his head. “Some of them were fun, and some not so much,” he said in the tone of voice that could be referring to anything. He noticed the use of my but didn’t read anything into it as he grinned and moved quickly again, getting out of his seat and moving to perch on the inch or so of seat that Thomas had left. “Yes Thom?” he asked turning his head as he braced his leg against the floor and wrapped an arm around the other man’s shoulders. “Well no smoking in the library,” he said shrugging his shoulders not really minding either way.

“Not even for poor old me?” he asked moving his head closer to Thomas’s as he raised an eyebrow, smiling slightly. “Please? I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” he offered with a raised eyebrow. He moved a hand to ruffle the back of Thomas’s hair gently before moving his hand back to wrap around the other boy’s shoulders, holding him close, and helping to balance him as well. “A week is more than enough I think,” he said nodding his head before shrugging. “A type of horse, I dunno much about them.”

“He just is, his music is good and all, he just sort of gives me the heeby jeebes,” Jack said with a shudder. He watched as Thomas continued to work before moving. “My butt hurts,” he said ruffling the back of Thomas’s head and moving back to his own seat and shrugging. “I don’t know, would we make a good comedy act? I’m sure we’d make a good candy, I’m very sweet you know,” he said grinning widly at the other man before he shrugged his shoulders. He squeezed Thomas’s hand absently as he tugged the hand back slightly before nodding his head. “Not a problem babe,” he replied figuring if Thomas could use a term of endearment then so could he.

“Well then, I can think of a few interesting and creative ways of persuade you,” he said leaning forward, keeping his voice low. He bit his lip and grinned, looking around him before shrugging his shoulders. “I don’t know, what’s your opinion on whipped cream?” he asked tilting his head to the side. “Because if I get to see you in a mini skirt, well….” He said trailing off and shrugging a shoulder. “I’ve been told I make a mean Banana Split,” he said before gasping. “Oh really? Well it will keep you warm no doubt, don’t have much fat on those chicken legs,” he said nodding his head absently as he did so. He snorted before laughed at that statement. “Darling, that made no sense, regardless of context, all it made me think of was you admitting that you smell badly, which, as far as I’m concerned you’re not. You smell good.”

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knightish
2008-05-05 07:50 pm UTC (link)

Jackson's funny faces were endlessly adorable. So endearing in fact, that Thomas just had to reach over and lightly pinch his nose. They were in the mood to be silly anyway, and he figured they were entitled to stretch their limits. "Right. You're not. Your heart is as cold and numb as ice." was Thom's sarcastic reply at the other's proclamation. Laughing a bit, he watched as the other checked his arms for visible scars from his verbal lashings. "Now, that's just ridiculous." he rolled his eyes. "And I'm not even going to try and justify my legs anymore. Go and continue believing they resemble a chicken's. I still say mine are slightly more... developed." When the other spoke about where his hands had been- how some of the places they've been were more pleasant than others- Thomas could almost feel his bones melting inside his body. At least that was what it felt like, as his fingers continued to absently move against Jackson's on the table. "I probably should complain. I'm holding your hand right now and I still have no idea where it’s been." Still, he wouldn't. He was not the biggest fan of holding hands, but the thought of stopping now felt wrong. Why would he deprive himself of this, really? Suddenly looking up, he watched, curious, when the other once again stood and moved to sit beside him on the chair. Scooting just a tad to leave more space for Jackson, he took hold of the hand the other placed on his shoulder to support the other, purely out of instinct and turned his head to face Jackson, leaving their faces closer than he had expected. He had almost forgotten why the other had moved towards him in the first place. Summoning his wand, he lightly tapped the wooden tip to the other’s lips playfully. “And now you’re cured.” He stated, smiling contentedly even though he had not performed any spell on the other. “And I’m not dumb enough to smoke where there’s a livid near-bursting librarian within a five meter radius. I apparently have yet settled on a death wish.”

“Jackson. You’re neither poor nor old.” Thomas said, laughing. “So I have no sympathy for you. ” The more slender boy started to continue with sorting the parchments laid out before him and allowed himself to revel at the feeling of having the other close, the other’s hands at the back on his head doing so many amazing things. He did however stop at the other’s tempting offer of reciprocation. “Tempting but no. That would have been too easy for you why would I want that?” Thom teased, a smirk forming at the corner of his lips. Jackson was satisfyingly warm- his presence most comforting; Tom truly wished the other would stay where he was, with his body aligned with his, the other’s strong chest pressing against his side. “I’ll owl you by next week for my list. And Arabian sounds rather nice. We could research on them, given that we are in the bloody library, but alas, I am too lazy to get up.”

A small laugh. “Well, I’d rather not get scared senseless from Mr. Jackson, so I will refrain from further inquiry. ” He wrinkled his nose, as his head moved back and forth from the parchments on the table. Just then, Jack had to say his butt was painful. Thomas couldn’t just possibly let that comment slide. “I could massage it for you?” he offered generously, without looking up. He direly wanted to laugh out loud, though the restrictions of the library were preventing him to do so, as they have for the past hour or so. “And well, I’m hilarious, I don’t know about you. “ Another quiet snicker, before he looked up, an almost devious glint in his eyes, his eyes tightening against the other’s teasingly. “Oh you are, are you? Would you let me have a taste if I asked?”

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knightish
2008-05-05 07:52 pm UTC (link)

Working was almost completely out of the picture now. It wasn’t a true shocker really. With the sort of talk the two were having, concentration was a definite impossibility. “Whipped cream? Well, one can do such wonders with them, I believe." His fingers continued to move against Jackson’s on the table, his eyes never leaving the other’s.

Thomas wasn’t able to hold in his laughter at the other’s next comment. “Banana splits are most satisfying, tru. Though dare I ask what sort of banana are we talking about here?” Again, with the leg jokes. Thom thought darkly, rolling his eyes, moving to sit back slightly on the chair, all without pulling his hand away from Jack’s. “My fur is most beneficial at winter time, thank you. And I was referring to ‘I was born to please’ when I had suggested that you take that in every context. And you don’t smell too bad yourself, Mr. Melodramatic.” Thomas actually makes it a point to avoid any malodorous smells, especially on himself at all costs. His nose was pretty sensitive to these things. Still, he has noticed that Jack smelled quite pleasant too, still he wasn’t quite sure. He hoped a chance to get close enough t o the other again would present itself, so he could find out for sure...

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dearjack
2008-05-05 09:44 pm UTC (link)

He wrinkled his nose from where Thom pinched it and rolled his eyes slightly. He was enjoying himself, a lot more than he had thought that he would during a study session. Of course there wasn’t much studying so that could account for it not really being as boring as he had thought it would be. “My heart it, I can feel the chill spreading out across my limbs and soon I will be paralyzed unless I have a kiss from my true love,” he said dramatically, pressing a hand against his heart and the back of his other hand against his forehead as he slumped back against the chair. “So the question is, do you know anyone who needs a try love?” he asked opening one eye to look at Thomas with a smirk. “Alright, developed chicken legs it is, just be glad it’s just not your thighs otherwise I might be hungry,” he pointed out with a raised eyebrow before he shrugged his shoulders. “Well that hand is clean,” Jack said with a smirk. “As I like to use my left more than my right, even though I’m right handed,” he said nodding his head firmly. “It’s a bit weird yes, but one of my many many wonderful quirks,” he said pressing a hand against his chest proudly as he tugged at Thomas’s hand gently still running fingers over it easily.

HE felt Thomas scoot to the side and he shifted as well. “Ta mate,” he said hugging Thomas a little bit with one arm as he grinned at the other man. The two of them were close and it was interesting for Jackson to notice that if he tilted his head to the side about an inch and leaned forward about two then he would be able to kiss Thomas without any trouble. But he refrained, not wanting to test that theory. “I’m glad, I was beginning to feel a bit under the weather,” he said nodding his head before he smirked. “Good, I don’t want o go down in literal flames,” he said with a chuckle. “I am both and you’d better have sympathy,” Jack replied watching as Thomas began to sort through the papers as he began to absently run fingers through the hair at the back of Thomas’s head, gently. “Next week sounds good.”

“That’s the smart idea mate,” Jackson replied nodding his head. He grinned at Thomas next. “Would you mind?” he asked tilting his head to the side. “It would probably help,” he said with a chuckle. He was perhaps only half joking as he shrugged a shoulder, wanting to know if the other man would, and why he would at the same time. “I like to think I’m funny,” he replied before holding out a hand. “Here you go, go for it,” he said. “And the type of banana you get from a fruit bowl of course,” Jack said winking at Thomas. “I can’t think of any other kind,” he said tapping his chin absently.

“Oh that is good, can I ask what ways you can please people?” he asked chewing his bottom lip before grinning deviously. “Because I’m always looking for ways to add to my repertoire,” he continued leaning forward slightly as he rubbed his thumb along the back of Jacks’ hand gently. “And of course I smell good,” he said rolling his eyes as if it were the most obvious thing.

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knightish
2008-05-06 12:20 am UTC (link)

“Oh, you pansy.” Thomas teased, directing a face of mock disgust towards the other. “Has anyone mentioned you’re a terrible over actor? No? Well, you are.” Another laugh escaped him. He realized how fantastic it felt to be able to be around someone and not worry about what false judgement, despite all the flirting and teasing. It was a very welcome feeling indeed, though Thomas figured that exercising a little caution would still be advisable. The other’s play about his true love’s kiss was something he couldn’t let slide, however. With a pleased smile that promised good things in his lips, he placed the quill delicately back down on the wooden table, stood quietly and made his way towards Jackson’s seat. Taking the other’s cheeks in his hands, he smiled down at him. “I don’t know anyone actually. But I have heard my kisses have are quite notorious in the heart-melting gig.” With that said, he leaned in, pulled the other by their joined hands until his lips were pressed lightly over Jackson’s, the other’s lips even softer than he remembered. The other boy’s scent filled him as he experimentally moved his lips lightly over his, wondering distantly if he was taking this a bit too far. He pulled back in the slightest seconds after, opening his eyes to look at the other; he gave out a small laugh, gratifying the other one more chaste kiss before turning and moving back to his chair casually, as if nothing had happened. “Did it work? And let me just say that my developed chicken legs and thighs would make a better meal that that of a chicken’s.” He said in a tone of feigned seriousness, pulling his chair before reclaiming his seat, Jackson’s hand still warm against his own. “Ah this one’s clean?” he gave the other’s hand a light tug. “Well, I suppose that’s good to know. And, why? Are you ambidextrous?” Her sister was ambidextrous, and even though it sounded lame, meeting another one was pretty cool.

Of course the fact that it was almost too easy for them to just lean in and kiss each other did not go unnoticed by Thomas. They were so close that he could almost hear the other breathe, could feel his heartbeat against him. Still, it was something he wouldn’t wish to experiment on. Things were going so well, why ruin it? “Good. I don’t want you getting sick now, even if it was your fault for eating the evil candy.” He said, leaning back slightly towards Jackson’s hands, while his attentions were seemingly focused on the parchments before him. He was almost done anyway. “And no. Still no sympathy for you, love. You’re not both, and still you eat evil candy. Thing things you do to yourself, GOSH.” Were his teasing next words, before he leaned back a little more. He badly wanted to close his eyes and merely allow himself to get lost in the amazing sensations Jackson’s fingers brought him, but that would seem rather inappropriate, wouldn’t it? He looked at him sidelong and nodded. “I shall have it in by then, sir.”

Would he mind having another excuse to touch Jackson? Hell no. But Thomas did allow a few seconds to linger in the air between them, before he shrugged and said a calm “No, I suppose I wouldn’t mind.” Abandoning his parchments, wand and quill, Thomas leaned his elbows on the table and cradled Jackson’s hand in both of his before moving his thumbs over the palm, applying pressure on certain spots. “I always did this for my mother.” He announced. “She overworks them a lot in the apothecary, so she sort of needs the pampering in the afternoons, I suppose.” The other’s comment about the banana made him giggle. “Of course. Couldn’t think of any other banana myself, actually. Glad we’re on the same page!”

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knightish
2008-05-06 12:20 am UTC (link)

Whipped cream has most definitely part of far too many dirty talks he’s engaged in the past though this was one of the few instances he must refrain for things to go too R rated. “I told you I’d rather not explain my adventures at such a public setting. Maybe if we move to a more secluded place I might indulge in relating very graphic details. Otherwise, I’m keeping quiet.” And it was true. Jack smelled sensational. But Thomas didn’t want to let him know that he thought so. “You are? Actually, wait let me take another whiff of your natural musk.” He leaned in and smelled him, then placed a look of slight distaste. “Uh... right.” He joked, even though he would probably burry his nose on the other’s neck if he was given the option too. Poking at his ego was just too much fun to pass up.

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dearjack
2008-05-06 01:51 am UTC (link)

“I am not a terrible actor than you very much, people line up to see me perform some of the greatest hits!” Jack said aghast at the very idea that someone would say he wasn’t good. Of course he was joking, knowing that really couldn’t act that well, he ended up laughing too quickly, but it didn’t mean he wouldn’t try! Jack watched as Thomas stood up and walked over before him and cradled his face. He raised an eyebrow as he looked up at the other man. “I’ll believe it when I see it,” he said moving forward as Thomas pulled him forward and he tilted his head slightly, pressing into the kiss without much of a problem. It felt good and his fingers clenched in his pants to stop himself from pressing anymore into it before it was done and he sat back with a grin. “Well now, I think I’m healed again,” he said wrapping long arms around Thomas’s middle and hugging him before settling back into his chair. “How do you do it?” he asked shaking his head in wonderment. “And of course they would darling, they’re bigger than an actual chickens so there’s more meat on them,” he said nodding his head as he moved to rest his head in one arm, smiling slightly at Thomas, enjoying himself a lot. “Actually I’m not, I just tend to only write with my right and use my left for everything else, but I can’t write with my left,” he said shrugging a shoulder. “Weird, I know.”

“It’s not an evil candy, it was just misunderstood,” Jack said shaking his head as he tapped Thomas on the nose. He wondered for a brief moment what everyone around them was thinking of the two of them acting like this, but then he pushed it to the side, not wanting to dwell on that, especially not when he was having fun with the other boy. He could feel Thom lean towards him slightly and he smiled before sulking. “You’re trying to break my heart are you? Vile knave,” Jack said tugging on Thomas’s hair absently before sighing. “And it’s working, don’t break my heart, my achy breaky heart,” Jack said humming a few lines of an old song he once knew. He rubbed the back of Thomas’s neck absently before nodding. “Sounds good. Any extensions needed result in the loss of one point of brilliant from the prize,” he pointed out. “So beware.”

Jackson smiled as Thomas pulled his hand closer before he let out a small sigh at the first press of thumbs against his palm. “Wow,” he said his eyes falling half shut as he relaxed his hand. “That feels really good,” he said his arm and hand relaxing as Thomas continued to work on them, a small sigh of enjoyment falling from his lips. “You can pamper me all you like if this is what it feels like,” he said with another small groan before shaking his head with a chuckle. “Me too, misunderstandings are only sometimes fun.”

“Not even if you whisper them in my ear?” Jack asked raising his head to look at Thomas with a raised eyebrow. “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours,” he offered unashamedly. “Or a secluded place works well for me, got any place in mind?” he asked wondering if Thomas would actually take him up on his offer or not. “Sure thing,” he said moving his head to the side before frowning. “I do not,” he said lifting his arm and smelling, just in case. “Sure the cologne’s worn off a bit but I still smell fantastic.”

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knightish
2008-05-06 03:39 am UTC (link)

”Oh, I’m sure love.” Thomas replied, in a tone that highly suggested that he highly doubted that was true. Still, his teasings were pretty harmless, and he knew Jackson wouldn’t read anything he would say negatively. “I’m glad you’re cured now, then.” Thomas smiled, licking his lips once. His heart was beating hard against his ribcage, his lips once against burning from the recent contact. Distantly, he wondered if he was affecting Jackson the same way he was affecting him. From the looks of things, it didn’t seem as if that was the case; he pushed the negative thoughts aside, knowing they would only ruin a beautiful ting. “I have cured plenty of diseases in my time; headaches, cancer, Aids. All those nasty things overruled by the power of The Kiss. I even made a crippled man walk once...” He popped his collar arrogantly, but his act was shattered when a hearty laughed escaped his. All of it was complete bullshit and they both knew it. It was still fun though. When the other briefly closed his arms around his waist caught him slightly off guard. Blanking out for a second, he merely stood there, looking down adoringly at the top of Jack’s head. Before he could even move to return the gesture, the other had pulled away and he was left to only smile and run his fingers affectionately against the other’s cheek. “Thank you for that.” He said, pulling away then to return to his work. “And I’d really wish to refrain from using poultry as an analogy for myself, or any specific parts of my body for that matter. It’s not good for my much-abused-by-Jackson ego. It’s deflating at this very second. And I still think it’s cool. My left hand is basically useless for me. And my sister’s ambidextrous; I’ve always found it quite fascinating.”

“Misunderstood? Perhaps. It was still in fact contaminated. Contamination makes it evil. Ask the old Christians. Anything stripped off of innocence and tainted in any way is considered evil. Which makes me probably next to Satan at this point but oh well.” He shrugged, his lower lip pouting. On top of the constant penetrating gaze that has been stuck on them since they arrived from the lovely librarian, the people around them were already definitely staring at their direction. Two boys openly expressing affections was clearly something people don’t see everyday, and clearly something most do not exactly approve of. Still, Thomas has never been bothered by them. He wasn’t doing anything wrong, so he had no reason to be ashamed in any way. Looking down he continued to work on the last notes, transferred the last bit into a fresh new parchment and was soon finished. He took the new ones and rolled them neatly before handing them to Jackson, a most pleased smile on his features. “I just made your notes. If I was trying to break your heart, I would do something a little less nice.” The hand at the back of his neck was relaxing, and he wished the other wouldn’t stop. “Oh, I’d be most cautious, I promise. Next week.” He pointed his index to his temple for emphasis. “It’s already noted here, sir.”

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knightish
2008-05-06 03:40 am UTC (link)

Jackson’s words made him smile again which was not a surprise either. He couldn’t even recall a time where he didn’t smile when the other was around. His hands continued to busy themselves on massaging the other’s hand, applying pressure down each finger now, before lightly tugging in each one. “Next time, it will cost you a striptease for another one of these. Though since it’s you’re first time, this one’s on me.” A most amused laugh. Thomas finished massaging one hand then gestured for Jack to give him the other.

“No, I’m not going to do that now. The walls have ears you know.” Thomas announced, taking Jack’s other hand and giving it the same loving treatment. “I’d rather we talk about things like that in private. I have plenty of places in mind already and I’ll tell you where they are when we agreed to talk about meeting again to test out that whole ‘not-studying’ we talked about earlier.” The comment earned another laugh from Thomas. “Really?” he questioned. Standing, Thom moved to the back of Jackson’s chair and leaned in; he lightly buried his face against the crook of the other’s neck, using his nose to trace teasingly across the other’s skin, his lips brushing against him occasionally. “Mmm.... you’re right. You smell really good.” Thomas moved back (quite unwillingly) a fraction after, resting his hands on the back of the other’s chair and resting his chin on his folded arms. “What cologne do you use?”

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dearjack
2008-05-08 04:40 am UTC (link)

“Oh really, can they now?” he asked tilting his head to the side as the corner of his lip tugged up. “And why haven’t you spread The Kiss with the world yet? It would be a better place. Tell me, can it end suffering as well?” he asked joking of course but looking completely serious as he did so. He chuckled when Thomas laughed and leaned back in his chair, his eyes still half closed from the press of fingers against his hand and fucking hell it felt good. Better than perhaps anything else he had ever tried before in his life. “Not a problem, what’s a friend supposed to do. Not hug someone?” he asked tilting his to the side before gasping in mock outrage. “Well I never! I would never abuse your ego,” Jack said shaking his head. “It’s too big for me to make a dent in it,” he said tapping the side of his nose with another wink as he blew a kiss at Thomas. “It would be cool, if I could write with it. When I get a hand cramp, just switch sides and all that jazz.”

“It is not evil, now you’re just hurting it’s feelings,” Jackson said before laughing. “Oh really, does this fall under the not ready to be talked about in a public place category or can I ask?” he asked tilting his head to the side as he looked straight at Thomas with a raised eyebrow. Jackson ignored everyone else as well, not really minding the looks or anything, he was used to them and frankly he didn’t care enough. He knew that if it was someone he knew and liked he would have an issue, but most of these people didn’t even know him so why should be bother to act a certain way to appease them? He took the rolled notes with a small gasp. “They’re all done? Really?” he asked opening them up and looking through them. They looked good and clean and nothing like his at all. “Yeah, they still don’t make sense,” he said with a sheepish smile. “Fuck I’m an idiot.”

“Striptease I can do if it means I can get more of these,” he said dropping his head forward onto the table with a small sound of pleasure as his fingers were pulled. He could feel them crack and he winced, but then there was relief and he relaxed anymore. “I think I might just love you after this,” he said shaking his head as he raised his head to smile at Thomas as he handed over the other hand, flexing his now free one. “It feels a lot better ta,” he said nodding his head.

“Alright then, just name the time and place and I’ll be there,” he said nodding his head. “Places like what?” he asked interested as he smirked. “Because I know a few as well, the first being my very comfortable bed,” he said nodding his head. “Studying, of course we’re studying right now,” he said nodding his head. “And I like this kind of studying,” he said with a wide beaming grin at the other man. He sat up when his hands were released as he watched Thomas sit up and he tilted his head back, grinning when he felt the nose along his neck and he turned his head, his skin heating up a bit where he felt the lips touch his. “Of course I do,” he said turning around and facing Thomas. “I’ve not a clue, some muggle thing my Mum buys me. I like it though.”

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knightish
2008-05-09 05:58 am UTC (link)

"Because The Kiss is only given to a special chosen few." Thomas touched the tip of his index to Jackcon's nose lightly. "And you happen to be one of them. Lucky you." A smile was offered, before Thomas looked away, a light pink blush staining his defined cheeks. "It can end any for of evil, dear Jackson. I bet if I snogged the Dark Lord when he was alive, he's turn into a giddy tree-hugging pixie." Things were definitely going smoothly so far. He and Jackson had exceptional chemistry, and the other seemed to like him enough, given that Thom felt him respond to his kiss- despite how acute it was. still there was a line drawn between them that Thom was afraid to cross, in fear of shattering this seemingly perfect picture they've made. Jack was a great guy and it would be a shame if he would scare him away by his aggressiveness. Plus, he was addressed a 'friend' "Of course." he said with a smile of his own. "And quit acting like an ass. You like abusing my ego, you sadist." he accused, though almost melted when the other blew that kiss towards his direction. "And I, the masochist that I am, am merely allowing you to subject me to constant torture. This is truly and odd relationship."

"It's deep inside your stomach." Thom stated simply with a sigh. "I doubt it can hear me accusing it of being evil. I feel safe." He offered Jackson a grin, one that most definitely showed his contentment. "And yes, of course they're done." He said, flicking his wand almost lazily towards the trash pile, before the papers disappeared. "And none of that 'I'm an idiot nonsense- I don't want to hear that ever again." he said rather too strongly, without meaning to, but recovered with small laugh. "Soon enough, you'll be able to make something out of those. You do trust me, don't you?"

Thomas almost burst out laughing at the other's next proclamation. "I'm holding onto that promise, you do know that, right? I take everything seriously." he warned, applying more pressure into the other's hands, just so he could hear more of those gorgeous sounds he was making."Might? Oh, once again the lack of assurance is most disheartening. I might even think now that you're trying to breaky MY heart..." he said onc he pulled back, crossing his arms in front of him and pretending he was upset, a pout on his pink lips.

"Expect an owl soon enough. I become too easily bored, I'm afraid." Thomas proclaimed. "Just...Places. You'll see." he said, with an air of mystery. "Though I must admit that your bed seems a nice enough place. I am however, from a different house. Planning to be sneak me in, if needed?" He asked, leaning his chin on the arms he has propped on the back on the other's chair, a thoughtful look on his expression. "You should. The best sorts of study sessions are with yours truly." One last time, he leaned in to place a kiss on the other's cheek, taking in the other's scent and imprinting it in his mind, before pulling back. "Study Session is over, love. I'll see you soon?" He offered the other one a charming smile before summoning his things. After one last wave to the librarian, Thomas turned and made his way towards the exit, an ear-to-ear smile never leaving his features...

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dearjack
2008-05-09 07:02 am UTC (link)

“Well it’s a shame that no one thought to tap into your potential during the war isn’t it,” Jack said shaking his head as if it was life’s greatest mystery. He crossed his eyes as Thomas tapped his nose and he chuckled slightly, straightening them out to look at the other man with a shake of his head. He did like Thomas that much he knew, how much he wasn’t sure about as he wasn’t really the sort of person to notice that he nagging feeling in his stomach was a little more than hunger from a missed supper. But he did like Thomas as a friend, the other man was fun to hang out with, and he was relaxed and didn’t mind flirting, which was something he liked more and more. “I’m not a sadist, I’m simply telling it like it is,” Jack said with a beaming grin and a wink at the other man. “You love me so get over it,” Jack said reaching over to tap Thomas’s nose.

“Well good, because it might be misunderstood but it will still break your teeth,” Jack said raising a hand to press fingers against the side of his mouth as he nodded his head watching as the notes were banished, leaving him only with his nice clean ones. “Even if it’s true?” he asked with wide eyes. He wasn’t putting himself down or anything, it was just that he wasn’t that smart; he didn’t pick things up right away. “I trust you,” Jack said a moment later with a smile.

“Oh then I’d better be careful shouldn’t I?” Jack asked before whimpering slightly when the pressure increased on his fingers. “Merlin that feels good,” he said dropping his forehead down onto the table, relaxing slightly, his eyes closing. It felt weird and brilliant at the same time and he never wanted it to stop. “I would never break your heart love,” he said looking up with a half smile. He flexed his hands as he sat up and leaned back as well. “Because it’s as cold as ice, stopping this lovely little hand massage now,” he said cracking his knuckles.

“Oh I’ll be expecting them every day of course,” he said rolling his eyes as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “I want to see these places as well,” he said tapping the side of his nose. “I doubt people will mind, if you were a Slytherin then we might get a few problems, Ravenclaw, you’ll be fine,” Jack said waving a hand nonchalantly as he tilted his head back to look at Thomas a little bit better. “Is it really?” he asked as he felt the kiss on his cheek and he looked at the time. “Well bugger me,” he said under his breath with a grin. “See you soon love,” he said grabbing his papers and standing up, walking out a few seconds after.

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