Jefferson (missinggrace) wrote in blackpoint, @ 2014-01-18 22:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | captain hook, mad hatter |
Who: Jefferson & Killian Jones
When: Saturday, January 18, 2013
Where: Jefferson’s master bathroom
What: Poor Grace walks in on an intimate moment. Awkward.
Rating: Umm.. R-ish? Mature themes okay.
Steam from the hot water flowing into the sink fogged the edges of the mirror in front of Jefferson’s face as he dragged a straight razor slowly up the side of his shaving cream covered neck. He took his time, for obvious reasons, and then ran the blade under the water. It was Saturday morning, so Grace had nowhere to be anytime soon and he didn’t have to work. Why he was grooming had little to do with everyday routine and more to do with one Killian Jones. But, while he would admit that much, he wasn’t exactly shouting it from the rooftops either. Taking things somewhat slow was the goal and, so far, it seemed to be working fairly well. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t make sure his everyday scruff wasn’t kept neat, now did it? Wiping the blade off on the towel draped over his bare shoulder, Jefferson leaned over the sink to take another swipe up his neck on the opposite side, all the while trying very hard to focus on the task at hand and not the pirate firmly wedged into his thoughts. Maybe he’d take Grace out for lunch today. Or shopping. Teenagers were supposed to like shopping. His reflection in the mirror wore a characteristic look of furrowed brow concentration and he would likely blame that later as to why he didn’t remember the door was unlocked, worthless excuse as it might have been. Killian arrived unannounced, but that alone wasn’t an uncommon occurrence. He dropped donuts off on the kitchen counter and ruffled Grace’s hair, pulling her attention from the book she had her nose stuck in. She didn’t even have to ask why he was there, considering since him and Jefferson had erm, reunited, Killian had been around as much as before. He called out a greeting but a lack of Jefferson-reply had him weaving down the hallway and to the master bedroom. His first mistake was leaving the bedroom door open behind him. He spotted the light from under the bathroom door and the corners of his mouth twitched. Grace was reading, there were donuts to occupy her. He didn’t even spare a backwards glance before opening the door and slipping into the bathroom, closing it quietly behind him. His second mistake was in not locking the door behind him, that thought being the farthest from his mind when he was running on the assumption that Jefferson was likely to be in the shower. The shaving took Killian by surprise, but it wasn’t a particularly bad surprise. His back leaned against the closed door and he surveyed the sight in front of him with an appreciative gaze. “This is a sight I’d be happy to walk in on every bloody day.” Killian’s arrival brought Jefferson’s gaze up from where he was sliding the blade across his skin, an instinctive smirk curving his mouth as he laid eyes on the man’s reflection. There was a thought spared for the fact that Grace was two doors away and he was in nothing but his jeans, but it was mentally shrugged off. “Every day, huh? How very domestic of you, Jones,” Jefferson teased, again going through the ritual of cleaning the blade for another swipe. It wasn’t lost on him that the joke rang hollow when he was immediately satisfied with Killian’s presence. Warmed by it might have been a more fitting phrase, but he was trying not to be too ridiculous about that sort of thing. “Don’t suppose you came bearing gifts?” he murmured, lifting an eyebrow and dropping his eyes to his neck and the blade held to it. “I think we’ve long since proven that I fit well into domesticity, Hatter.” With a warm smile still in place, Killian pushed off the door and into Jefferson’s person space. A joke about being domestic wasn’t near enough to scare him off, not by a long shot. More than once he’d discussed the idea of a family with Milah, had talked about returning for Baelfire, had mentioned starting their own. While on the sea, they agreed it wasn’t a good idea - though it had taken centuries and long past her death for Killian to realize Milah wasn’t interested in another go at motherhood. She might have, for Bae, but she’d joined Killian with the intention of living a life of adventure, not settling back into the same thing that had driven her away from her family in the first place. But one thing he’d never had a problem doing was being domestic. Coming up behind him, his hook looped into one of Jefferson’s belt loops, and his hand reached out to steady on the edge of the sink. Meeting his eyes in the steamed up mirror, Killian’s smile grew slightly as he leaned down to press a kiss against Jefferson’s bare shoulder. “Before I give an appropriate answer, you might want to clarify exactly what gift you’re expecting. I’ve got a few possibilities to share with you, Hatter.” “Yeah, yeah. You’re a regular Mr. Brady.” Jefferson was already regretting his old-fashioned preference for the clean shave a straight razor provided. If he’d been using a regular one, he might have just rushed the last few steps, but as it was, he felt his focus slipping into dangerous territory as his joke was delivered half-heartedly and the weight of Killian’s body pressed in against him. Unconsciously arching his neck and breathing a bit more shallowly, he tried to finish up the last few strokes of the blade with the same consistency as the first two. “You know me, Killian. I’ve never quite kicked the greediness. All offerings are...of...interest,” Jefferson slowly murmured as he finally rinsed off the blade for the last time and leaned over the sink to splash water on his neck. Was he fully aware that this pressed his lower half more snuggly against Killian? Absolutely. Was it particularly fair since he was the one keeping them from moving things along to their inevitable conclusion? Not even a little bit. But it didn’t stop him from meeting Killian’s gaze in the mirror with deceptive nonchalance. He comforted himself with the knowledge that Killian knew better than most that he was an asshole more often than not. “If I knew who that was…” Killian trailed off with a nonchalant shrug in the mirror. While he was more educated on the pop culture front than his counterparts, there were still plenty of references that were lost on him. Especially when he was more distracted by other things, like every move Jefferson made. Bringing his hand up from the sink, his fingers ghosted across Jefferson’s bare skin until he reached his neck. His thumb brushed over a missed section of shaving cream, dissolving it into the skin. “There’s donuts in the kitchen. But you missed a spot.” As if his thumb didn’t take care of it, Killian leaned in again with his mouth, moving lips over the spot on his neck to kiss softly. Jefferson could be as innocent about it as he wanted, but that didn’t stop Killian from pushing his hips into Jefferson’s in a way that could never be considered innocent. His mouth continued on it’s path along Jefferson’s neck, eyes barely leaving his face in the mirror. “Don’t suppose you require a shower after this?” So it hadn’t been Jefferson’s wisest decision of the day, but he could hardly complain when the path of Killian’s mouth felt burned into his skin in the best possible way. His eyes fluttered shut, his hands involuntarily gripping the counter in front of him. He’d encouraged the sexual undertone of this little encounter, for reasons he wasn’t entirely willing to admit to himself, so it was only fair that he be the one to tone it down. Which he did by reluctantly straightening up and drying his face with the clean side of the towel on his shoulder before turning around and tossing it into the laundry bin next next to the door. “I took one last night before bed, sadly,” he smirked. “I could take another one, but…” Glancing towards the door, Jefferson tilted his head and scrunched half of his face in amused resignation. “...I should probably see to the teenager in the other room.” A pause followed before the fact that he could still feel his skin tingling had him voicing a contradictory whisper. “Then again, donuts should keep her occupied for a minute at least.” His hands moved quickly to cradle Killian’s face with just the slightest edge of aggressiveness before Jefferson was kissing him like a man who really needed to admit that he wasn’t good at pacing himself, even with the best intentions. “She’s got her nose in a book.” Killian added, as if that afforded them more time for the debauchery that Jefferson seemed intent on only teasing. He didn’t bother to hide the smile on his lips when Jefferson turned and pulled him in for a desperate kiss, it was one of his favorite things when they were together - Jefferson and his underlying precarious level of control that always balanced right on the edge. To most people, it could be considered dangerous or a little out of control, but that was what Killian was most fond of. His hand dropped down to tug on the waistband of Jefferson’s jeans, tugging him closer as Killian’s mouth opened under the assault of Jefferson’s kiss. This was something he’d settled into over the last week, pulling Jefferson into empty rooms or dark corners for a few breathless moments that left them wanting more. Pushing the limits of just how slowly Jefferson wanted to take things was probably his favorite part, giving the other man control of what they did but still driving him slowly mad with tempting encounters like this one. Killian barely heard it when the door opened and Grace’s voice broke through the thick air. “Papa, did you want me to save you a bearcl- Oh.” Her sentence broke off with a strangled squeak, hand freezing in place on the doorknob. There were several things Jefferson was going to feel bad about when the shock wore off. Not being smart enough to lock the door as soon as Killian had come in was an obvious one. The fact that Grace’s timing meant he’d had just enough time to thread one hand through Killian’s hair while the other had wrapped around to not-so-subtly grab the pirate’s ass? Definitely high on the list. But if he were honest with himself, he’d admit that the thing he felt the worst about was that the moment was over in brutally abrupt fashion. At some point, he’d half-sat against the counter behind him, and he jerked to a full stand as his hands fell away, Grace’s startled noise echoing in his ears. His brain was having a hard time switching off the broken record of “shit, shit, shit, shit” so he diverted his attention to steadying his ragged breathing. “Ummm…” Jefferson’s gaze flicked over Killian’s shoulder to his startled daughter, then back to Killian’s face as the urge to laugh painfully bubbled up inside of his chest. It made him feel a bit mad, but embarrassment and anxiety had a habit of doing that to him. “Iiiii…..would be very grateful if you saved me a bearclaw, Grace,” he finally managed to force out through clenched teeth, his eyes clamped shut as he shook his head in bafflement. He had absolutely no idea how to handle this. Grace’s eyes were darting anywhere except her Papa and Killian, lips now pursed in a very Jefferson-like stance. Her brain had already shorted out, which made moving and words more difficult to grasp, but finally she gave a nod and backed up a little bit, taking the door with her. “Okay, Papa.” She paused, eyes finally (briefly) touching on her papa. “Next time I’ll knock harder.” Killian was far less capable of holding back laughter, and there was no way he could turn to the lass without shocking her and earning a slap from Jefferson, so he settled with dropping his head down onto his companions shoulder, mirth damn near bubbling out of his lips. Right before he heard the click of the door close, his head came up and turned slightly, calling out. “And me a cream filled, cheers lass!” Even if Jefferson’s hands had fallen away, Killian was still partially attached via-hook, which he used to tug on Jefferson’s jeans lightly as he brought his head back to meet his eyes, not doing a very good job of containing the amusement on his face. “Could’ve been far worse, I suppose.” A pained wince pinched Jefferson’s features at Grace’s promise, but even that was stretched at the edges by stifled laughter that would not go away. “Christ,” he muttered, after the door was closed and Killian’s statement made his eyes roll upwards. It wasn’t hard to think of exactly how much worse it could have been since his brain had been mulling over his options, in graphic detail no less, only a few seconds before. “I’m going to be paranoid about locking doors from now on,” Jefferson murmured. Knowing he sounded somewhere between horrified and amused, he reached up to snag Killian’s shirt with both hands for emphasis. “That was really not how I wanted her to find out.” And while that statement was true, it didn’t stop a weird sense of relief from flooding his brain. He wasn’t going to jump right to openly displaying their involvement in front of his daughter, but he could at least stop stressing about it. The cat was out of the bag and all that. Still, there was the aftermath to deal with. Releasing Killian, Jefferson leaned in to press a comparatively chaste kiss to the man’s mouth before detaching himself from his hook and stepping away to the other end of the bathroom. “Now, you’re going to stand over there, and I’m going to stand over here, because there’s not a chance in hell I can walk out there in my current...condition.” If there was any doubt about what he meant, his attempt at subtlely adjusting himself probably erased it. Killian finally allowed himself a full laugh, falling heavily against the door. While he agreed that it wasn’t exactly how he’d pictured telling Grace, he knew both of them all too well, in the way that actually telling her was likely not going to happen in the near future. At least not with care. Killian’s inability to keep his mouth shut and hands off of Jefferson was always likely to be the cause of Grace - or anyone - finding out about them. He was in much the same state as Jefferson, but standing in the same room, even separated by a few feet, wasn’t going to help. Not to mention his lack of willpower. As it was, he already had a difficult time tearing his eyes off of every move Jefferson made. “Like I said, Jefferson, it could have been far worse.” His hand hovered near the lock on the door knob, though he knew that there wasn’t a chance Grace would be entering rooms without triple checking at this point. “I was only moments from being on my knees, and that explanation would have been far more embarrassing to doll out.” The conversation at hand was doing the opposite of helping. “Sure you don’t want to put her off for another five minutes?” The words on my knees had Jefferson leveling narrowed eyes across the small space, but it didn’t take a genius to recognize the heat behind that frustrated glare. It was funny, really. Two weeks before and he’d have blushed like a teenager at the same thought, shoved it into some dark corner of his mind and gone about his business. Now, the warmth in his face wasn’t from embarrassment and he would be keeping that image at the forefront of his thoughts for the rest of the day. “Changed my mind,” he quietly announced, crossing to crowd into Kilian’s space without actually touching him. “You’re staying there...” His eyes dropped to Killian’s mouth before a smirk hitched up the edge of his lips. “...And I’m going into the bedroom to put on some clothes. But thanks for that extra bit of torture, ass,” he added with a small laugh as he reached for the doorknob. Killian’s eyes lit up when Jefferson walked toward him, and under the assumption that he’d “won”, his hand was already reaching out for Jefferson’s hip. When he got dodged, his face fell slightly in an exaggerated frown. But if there was anything Killian was good at, it was being persistent and annoying, or devilishly handsome, depending on the perspective of the person he was up against. In this case, he knew it could go either way. “Happy to help, love. Wouldn’t be torture if you weren’t a stubborn arse at times.” Not likely to give up unless he was forcibly pushed away, Killian’s hand reached out to grasp at the skin above Jefferson’s jeans, sliding along his waist. He moved in close, crowding Jefferson against the door and not allowing him to escape so quickly. Leaning in, he whispered against Jefferson’s mouth, “I’m staying the night, so this isn’t bloody over.” Jefferson inhaled through his teeth as he was trapped against the door. This was not helping his current situation at all, but he took that chance when he didn’t escape as fast as he could. He was still mulling over the use of the endearment with a small catch in his throat when Killian’s threat encouraged a cheeky smile to take over. Figuring two could play at the game, and always a bit competitive anyway, Jefferson slid his hands up to grasp Killian’s biceps, lifting him just enough to allow access for a graze of teeth over the skin just beneath the man’s jaw line. “In that case, you’re going to have to fight to be first on your knees, pirate,” he murmured darkly, before abruptly straightening and forcing Killian back three steps so he could open the door. “Now, seriously,” he smirked. “Cut it out. If my daughter is anything like me, she’s fighting to act normal in there and not think about what could possibly be taking us so long.” “Bloody hell.” He breathed against Jefferson before slamming his eyes shut at the abrupt distance he found between them. He knew he was in trouble with that grin on Jefferson’s face, and still found himself staring with the most dopey-eyed expression he could get away with. It was difficult to complain when Jefferson was still taking this in stride, and not freaking out. The pushing away wasn’t in fear, or anxiety. It was enough to make him willingly back away with a pleased smile forming on his lips. “Or she’ll answer with sarcasm and refuse to acknowledge that anything happened at all.” Killian shot back, his grin growing. “Go get your daughter. But for the love of god, don’t try to explain further. You’ll end up embarrassing her more.” Killian leaned against the sink, failing at not thinking immediately of having Jefferson pushed up against it only minutes before. He cleared his throat, “And if it’s all the same to you, I’ll stay here for a few more minutes.” The smug look of victory on Jefferson’s face was quickly replaced by an amused but petulant grimace as Killian’s words hit too close to the mark. In all fairness, he had been lining up things to say to Grace and they weren’t exactly filling him with confidence. Maybe saying nothing at all was the best course of action. Stepping into the master bedroom and grabbing the doorknob to pull it shut after him, Jefferson paused long enough to impart as innocent of a farewell as he could manage under the circumstances. “Don’t take too long. Or I’ll start thinking about what you’re up to and eat your donut in revenge.” |