London, Wednesday Afternoon
Nov. 10th, 2010 01:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bitten_notshyFeeling a certain twitch just under his skin that his usual methods hadn't done much for, Jack had taken himself on a long walk through the city. He was surprised when he got home to see Sebastien waiting on the stoop in the shade of a spreading tree; usually he didn't chance even this much daylight.
He was more surprised when he noticed how pale his guardian was. Since Jack's return from Kaeleer, he had been bound up in his own thoughts and his own stresses. Sebastien had stepped back when his questions received only monosyllabic answers. Jack, he knew, would tell him when he was ready, if ever.
Though that had made it easier for Sebastien to neglect his own needs -- he feared both Jack's reaction if he took care of himself elsewhere, and rejection (or, worse, a grudging offer) if he asked Jack. He could wait.
"I've been neglecting you horribly," Jack clucked as he bounded up the stairs. "Let's get you inside, and -- forgive me."
"I'm not quite as weak as you like to think I am, Mr. Priest," Sebastien said, but let himself be bundled into the house and up to his bedroom. But there was a queer hesitation in Jack as he began his preparations for the act.
"Can you take my wrist?" he offered, shy for the first time in, well -- ever. "I'm not quite in the mood for the other, and the marks will be under my cuffs anyhow."
"Of course," Sebastien said, with some concern. Usually Jack all but demanded the more intimate location. "Your tastes are changing."
"It's not that," Jack answered, sounding tired as he folded up his shirtsleeve and braced himself on the bed. "I still love you, and God knows I want you, I just -- I've been thinking, the last year, and I don't know if I want the same person to be my father and my lover. It ties me to you and it's what you've been telling me for years, I need a life that's bigger than you can give me." He looked ashamed as he continued, "I can get sex anywhere -- you're the only family I'll ever really know. I'd give my life for you -- but I don't think we should share a bed."
Sebastien hesitated. He could claim surprise at the speech, but really some part of him was only surprised it had taken Jack this long. "That sounded as if it had been building for a while. Of course I'd never ask you for more than you could give..." He fumbled, wondering if he should leave the bedroom entirely and let Jack be.
Jack extended his arm more urgently. "No, drink, I need the relief and so do you. But it's just drinking. Like that doxie you don't think I know about." He reddened. "Forgive me. I'm blurting out everything I think for some reason."
"It's all right," Sebastien said idly. His thumbnail traced the blue of Jack's vein above the bones in his wrist. "I have my doxie -- who is, incidentally, rather a respected poet -- and you have ... who was it who kept you out so late a few nights ago?"
He was pressing to see if Jack really was blurting out everything.
"James from university," Jack answered. "But it's nothing, he's stupid. He gets good marks on exams, but that seems to be the only time he thinks. We spent the whole night discussing his preferences among seasons of Survivor until I kissed him just to shut him up." Mulishly, he added, "He wasn't bad at the kissing, though."
And he certainly hadn't meant to share that. Jack reddened but continued.
"But between you and Emma, I'm a terrible lover for anyone else right now. That's part of why I'm breaking off -- well, some of this. I may not be cut for monogamy, but I'd like to at least be able to give it a chance." After which Jack sighed and flopped backward, burying his head under a pillow.
Amused by the torrent of words now, Sebastien fought the urge to laugh even as his fangs pricked out. "Is there anything else you'd like to share?"
Jack flopped his wrist about impatiently. "Please do it before I either die of embarrassment or lose my resolve and pounce on you."
A few minutes later, Sebastien refreshed and off for the evening and Jack's arm neatly bandaged, Jack leaned back against his pillows and pulled out his phone to make a few calls. Surely he wasn't the only one in Fandom to be behaving so oddly...
At the least, he hoped not.
[OOC: NFB. If you think he called you, he did. Warning for reference to sexual situations.]
He was more surprised when he noticed how pale his guardian was. Since Jack's return from Kaeleer, he had been bound up in his own thoughts and his own stresses. Sebastien had stepped back when his questions received only monosyllabic answers. Jack, he knew, would tell him when he was ready, if ever.
Though that had made it easier for Sebastien to neglect his own needs -- he feared both Jack's reaction if he took care of himself elsewhere, and rejection (or, worse, a grudging offer) if he asked Jack. He could wait.
"I've been neglecting you horribly," Jack clucked as he bounded up the stairs. "Let's get you inside, and -- forgive me."
"I'm not quite as weak as you like to think I am, Mr. Priest," Sebastien said, but let himself be bundled into the house and up to his bedroom. But there was a queer hesitation in Jack as he began his preparations for the act.
"Can you take my wrist?" he offered, shy for the first time in, well -- ever. "I'm not quite in the mood for the other, and the marks will be under my cuffs anyhow."
"Of course," Sebastien said, with some concern. Usually Jack all but demanded the more intimate location. "Your tastes are changing."
"It's not that," Jack answered, sounding tired as he folded up his shirtsleeve and braced himself on the bed. "I still love you, and God knows I want you, I just -- I've been thinking, the last year, and I don't know if I want the same person to be my father and my lover. It ties me to you and it's what you've been telling me for years, I need a life that's bigger than you can give me." He looked ashamed as he continued, "I can get sex anywhere -- you're the only family I'll ever really know. I'd give my life for you -- but I don't think we should share a bed."
Sebastien hesitated. He could claim surprise at the speech, but really some part of him was only surprised it had taken Jack this long. "That sounded as if it had been building for a while. Of course I'd never ask you for more than you could give..." He fumbled, wondering if he should leave the bedroom entirely and let Jack be.
Jack extended his arm more urgently. "No, drink, I need the relief and so do you. But it's just drinking. Like that doxie you don't think I know about." He reddened. "Forgive me. I'm blurting out everything I think for some reason."
"It's all right," Sebastien said idly. His thumbnail traced the blue of Jack's vein above the bones in his wrist. "I have my doxie -- who is, incidentally, rather a respected poet -- and you have ... who was it who kept you out so late a few nights ago?"
He was pressing to see if Jack really was blurting out everything.
"James from university," Jack answered. "But it's nothing, he's stupid. He gets good marks on exams, but that seems to be the only time he thinks. We spent the whole night discussing his preferences among seasons of Survivor until I kissed him just to shut him up." Mulishly, he added, "He wasn't bad at the kissing, though."
And he certainly hadn't meant to share that. Jack reddened but continued.
"But between you and Emma, I'm a terrible lover for anyone else right now. That's part of why I'm breaking off -- well, some of this. I may not be cut for monogamy, but I'd like to at least be able to give it a chance." After which Jack sighed and flopped backward, burying his head under a pillow.
Amused by the torrent of words now, Sebastien fought the urge to laugh even as his fangs pricked out. "Is there anything else you'd like to share?"
Jack flopped his wrist about impatiently. "Please do it before I either die of embarrassment or lose my resolve and pounce on you."
A few minutes later, Sebastien refreshed and off for the evening and Jack's arm neatly bandaged, Jack leaned back against his pillows and pulled out his phone to make a few calls. Surely he wasn't the only one in Fandom to be behaving so oddly...
At the least, he hoped not.
[OOC: NFB. If you think he called you, he did. Warning for reference to sexual situations.]
