rattlingthestars | IC Inbox

[ He really wants to distract him. Kiss Jim until neither of them can think or breathe, but he also really wants to hear the story. Hear the ending before Jim can scatter his thoughts or try to get him to forget. Turning his head into the touch. Carefully to avoid bumping the light, he settles down beside Jim. Letting a leg settle over one of his and his arm against his chest as he helps himself to using Jim's shoulder as a pillow.

And record scratch. ]

Wait wait. Just that? Whole thing exploded and a few hours? Nothing else?

[ Explosions are really, really cool, but is there more? ]

What happened to Silver? Was he locked up? Did you guys make it home immediately? How dangerous was it to try to click the right place in the door?

[ Jim shakes with laughter underneath him, unable to help himself. ]

That's a lot of questions!

[ And a lot of things he doesn't really want to talk about, but it's Zell. ]

You're gonna owe me big.

[ Snickering. ]

What can I say? I want to know about you.

[ Everything. All the things that make Jim Jim. All the scars inside and out. Just... everything. ]

Whatever you want. I'll give it to you.

[ Several different things flash through Jim's mind all at once. He takes a deep breath and lets it out. ]

We'll figure something out.

[ He rubs the back of his neck and looks up at the ceiling. ]

I almost didn't make it back to the door. The thruster we used for the surfer gave out over a crevice in the ground and I was nearly toast. I guess that's number three?

[ He can think of things he wouldn't mind trying... He does write off the breathing and looking up as just recalling the events instead of anything else popping up.

Drawing a circle on Jim's chest. ]

I know you will.

[ Grinning a bit as he presses a kiss against ~~the side of his nonboob~~ his shirt. ]

Just three? [ He'll worry about doing a count later. ] Did you fix it midair?

Kicked it until it worked again.

[ Jim's still paying more attention to Zell's hand - and his mouth - than the story. ]

Wish that worked here.

[ Zell doesn't know the power he possesses over Jim at the moment. He does draw a large board though as he tries to imagine what it looks like. Snickering as he looks up at Jim. ]

I'm sure we can find something for you to kick into working order. [ A pause. ] Or someone.

[ Thinking about how attractive he was when he stood up to Beckett. ] You are picking up moves fast.

There are definitely a few people I'd like to kick.

[ Both here and back in their respective worlds. ]

I've got a pretty good teacher.

[ Scooting up to nuzzle under Jim's chin. ]

Make a list. I can show you where to hit them.

[ Or at least prepare him for if he does wind up picking a fight with someone much bigger than he is. Pressing a kiss just under his jawline on his neck. ]

You make it pretty rewarding. [ Zell is beaming at the compliment. ]

What happened to Silver?

[ He remembers Jim being unsure of their friendship or whatever it is back before Cloud came back. ]

Think we'd probably get into some major trouble.

[ That's really not an objection on Jim's part. He may or may not be mentally drafting one right now. ]

Silver... The captain told him he'd go before a judge. [ Jim, unconsciously, touches his own neck. ] So I caught him trying to sneak off, later. Him and Morph.

Could be worth it.

[ He sees the touch and the meaning is clear. Pressing a kiss against his throat.

It's not hard for him to figure out what happens next. ]

You let him go.

[ Jim's throat works under Zell's lips as he swallows hard, past the lump that forms at the memory. ]

-Yeah, I did. He asked me to come with him, too. I thought about it.

[ Zell is trying to line that up with if Seifer asked him to come, but he would say no frickin' way.

Maybe comparing Silver to Matron or Cid would be better? It works better, in a way that still doesn't fit into any clear places.

He's quiet for a moment as tries to wrap it around before finally asking ] What did you say to that?

I thought about it.

[ It's quiet, and there's a pause like he's waiting for Zell to judge him. ]

It sounds nice, doesn't it? No expectations. No rules. Just taking whatever you want and going wherever you want and doing whatever you want without worrying about anybody else.

[ Thinking about the no rules or expectations is hard. Zell's whole life consists of rules and expectations. Have to maintain the reputation of being SeeD and everything with that.

This place is closer to that. No rules or expectations from anyone really.

Then he'll make a noise as he realizes that for someone who feels like they let people down a lot, it would be nice.

Scooting up to press a kiss against Jim's cheek. ]

Yeah, it might be nice. Never really thought about it before, Stars. [ A part of him wonders if it would be nice with Jim. Like after all of this place, it could be nice to just not worry about anything for a while. ]

Really? Never?

[ Jim's spent so much time thinking about it he can't imagine not daydreaming of freedom sometimes.

He strains to look down at Zell. ]

No orders. No worrying about letting anyone else down. No cops or - or teachers telling you where you could ride or where we could ...

[ The thought stutters out. He doesn't have the words for 'make out' yet. ]

... could do this.

Never. I couldn't wait to get into Garden and make SeeD. [ Thinking aout it again as he nuzzles against Jim's cheek. ]

Could also be because I didn't have a lot of expectations growing up. My ma was good with whatever I decided.

[ Walking his hand up to put his hand on Jim's cheek to turn his face towards him. ]

This?

Not surprised. You're good at it.

[ Good, in general, Jim thinks. At everything.

He shifts around until they're in a better position for this, Jim flat on his back and Zell on top of him. ]

-This. Not good for the garden's reputation, right?

[ If he's trying to distract him, then it works. Back on top again and already leaning close to brush his lips against the corner of Jim's mouth to tease a little. This whole making out and having a boyfriend thing has been pretty great. He still feels giddy and fluttery on the inside when they get close and on the verge of wanting to go a litter further, but holding back because it's still early. They can take their time figuring it all out.

He's also hoping they can keep going like this long term. To give it his all to keep Jim coming back for more.

Thinking about the Garden's reputation for a moment before shaking his head. ]

I already made SeeD. So long as I'm not doing this in the middle of the hallway, then I don't think they'll care.

[ Maybe. Pressing his mouth on the other side of his face. ]

What about you? What about your world? Is this good?

We could always try it and find out.

[ Zell's giddiness is catching, apparently, or maybe it's just the position they're in.

Jim makes a thoughtful noise and tips his head, trying to give a serious answer. ]

It happens, you know? Some people don't like it and nobody ever really talks about it, but...

[ He shrugs as much as Zell's weight will allow. He doesn't think he'd mind making a big show out of it. ]

If you were a girl we probably shouldn't be doing this.

[ Bumping their noses together as he keeps his mouth barely an inch away from Jim's. Placing his arms on either side of his head to tangle his fingers in his hair. ]

Yeah, we can. We can try it as much as you would like. [ And in as many places possible. Brushing his lower lip against Jim's. ]

Are there more rules about dating a girl?

Hmm.

[ Jim thinks he'd like to try a lot, especially since it seems like people would kick up less of a fuss in Zell's world.

He snorts at the question. ]

Well. Don't have to worry about your reputation. Or... you know.

[ He glances down at Zell's stomach, or maybe something else. ]

A baby.

[ He starts to follow Jim's look down, and figures it's probably the stomach. It does bring his mind back down into places neither of them are ready yet. Instead of answering, he steals a quick kiss. ]

Wouldn't care about my rep anyways.

[ Not after this. Not after knowing how this feels. ]

Heh. Well, mine's already pretty bad.

[ Back home, Jim means. He's laughing about it right now, though. ]

You're pretty upstanding. Maybe people will think you're a good influence.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject