Killian Jones | Captain Hook (onehandedpirate) wrote in blackpoint, @ 2014-02-13 13:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | captain hook, mad hatter |
Who: Jefferson & Killian Jones
When: Monday or Tuesday? This week!
Where: The Hatter Household
What: Planning a B&B devolves to Valentine’s Day talk and then down to the gutter as it always does with these two.
Rating: PG!
The kitchen table was cluttered with portfolios and paint swatches, each binder detailing a different part of starting a business that involved catering to other people. Charts filled with numbers, capital information and loan details were pushed away, Killian’s eyes finally crossing with figuring the business side out. They’d worked out a rough plan already, had some paperwork filed and were well on the way to actually making this a viable interest. He’d already looked into a few backup options, which included borrowing from their older counterparts, something that neither of them particularly wanted to do, but was an option if they were already on the verge of losing a little pride. But for now, Killian was far more interested in the fun side of things, catalogs of furniture, appliances and detailed magazines on home renovation were stacked up near his prosthetic hand. It was likely a good thing that Grace had long since retired to her bedroom, because Killian’s real hand had drifted south of the table more than once, running along Jefferson’s thigh. He was sitting in far closer than they did when in public, his chair moved close enough to bump legs with Jefferson. Which he did in between innocently feeling him up. “Don’t know about you, but I’m fine making the place look like a brothel.” Pushing over a few of the darker switches, his eyebrows went up comically in Jefferson’s direction. While Killian had turned his focus to the more enjoyable details, Jefferson had still been distracted by the money end of things. Renovating a property was significantly cheaper than buying one ready to move into, but it wasn’t any less stressful for a man who had issues about money to begin with. He already had a list of things that could go wrong lining up in his head. But, that didn’t stop him from being distracted by the casual touching and the press of Killian’s leg against his, however. His eyes shifted from the financial paperwork to the samples and he smirked, shooting an amused sideways glance at Killian. “I, for one, am shocked,” he murmured jokingly. Finally setting aside the papers covered in numbers that made his head ache, Jefferson leaned back in his chair and draped an arm around the back of Killian’s. “You remember we’re also living in this brothel, right?” He cocked an eyebrow as his fingers drifted from Killian’s chair to toying with the fabric covering the pirate’s back. “And that this is Hawaii? Might be a good idea to keep things bright and...I don’t know, tropical? ...Not that I know much about that. But everything will be shades of black, white and grey if we go off what I do know.” Killian’s chuckle started and died on his path to move his mouth to Jefferson’s neck to kiss lightly. Easy access was something he rarely ignored, and given his preference for being in the middle of someone’s personal space, it worked well to his advantage as Jefferson settled in. Leaning back a fraction of the distance he was before, Killian tapped the table in front of them and focused his eyes back on the samples. “Lived in a brothel once before, wasn’t entirely unenjoyable.” A half-truth, but made a good enough joke that he was smirking at his own humor. “But, as I’m the one that often likes taking risks, I’d say trying for something a bit different might be nice. Then again I’ve learned that people tend to be creatures of habit, and it could work against us. You like your black and grey, I quite like dark color. We’re a fine pair.” Even with hitting yet another (minor) wall, his pleased smile didn’t budge, it was hard to ruffle his feathers, especially over something of this endeavour, and at least one of them needed to be optimistic. “At least I haven’t suggested a nautical theme. I think the people of this world have ruined anchors for me forever.” Jefferson unconsciously moved his hand towards the back of Killian’s head as it dipped towards his neck, but stopped himself mid-motion, waiting for Killian to settle back before letting his hand rest casually on the back of the man’s neck instead. Even the simplest of touches tended to make him want more, but they really did need to work on this. And asleep or not, Grace was one unlocked door and a clear line of sight away. “No anchors,” he agreed with a lazy, off-kilter smile. “The rest of that was a lot of contradicting yourself, so I’m not sure whether you just agreed with me or not.” Slouching down a bit in his chair, Jefferson’s knee pressed against the side of Killian’s leg as he reached for a lighter set of color swatches full of tans, blues and greens. “That said, nautical isn’t entirely a bad idea. Think either of us can manage subtle or is that asking too much?” “I’ll be honest, mate, my brain died on the issue a good hour ago. I couldn’t tell you.” Killian was well-behaved enough not to dive back in, even if his mind was off of colors and telling him to do just that. Instead, he settled his hand onto Jefferson’s warm thigh and gave only just a longing glance back toward his smooth neck, before letting a wistful sigh out as he re-focused his attention back on the table. “I’d say we could give it a go? Neither of us have a terrible sense of style and I’d managed to decorate my cabin on the Jolly Roger on more than one occasion.” Killian had let MIlah have free run of that sort of chore, but she’d never been overly interested in changing things other than to suit her own needs - not that he’d ever complained, as he was like minded in that respect. “If all else fails, we’ve Grace to tell us when we’ve gone overboard. Aye?” Jefferson nodded distractedly. Exhaling slowly, he lifted his eyebrows and set aside the color swatches in favor of thumbing through a book of renovation tips. He was excited about all of this. It was just a tempered excitement when he knew he had a habit of barrelling right past warning signs in favor of whatever hairbrained idea that had stoked the greedy need that always dwelled below the surface of his conscience. “I need to talk to her about all of this now that it’s looking more solid. I can’t keep putting it off. I just need to make sure she understands I’m not going to lose myself in some risky venture and that she’s still my biggest priority.” Jefferson turned down the corner on a page about recycling furniture even though he was paying less and less attention to what he was reading. His fingers massaged rhythmically into Killian’s neck and he glanced in the direction of the hallway. Whether the look was mostly because his mind was trailing off towards more enjoyable activities or because he worried how Grace would react to all of this, he wasn’t even sure. What he did know was that he had another thought in his head and he could use the distraction for the moment. “But speaking of things I’ve been meaning to talk about…,” Jefferson winced, an amused smirk teasing at his mouth as he turned a squinted gaze towards Killian. “I haven’t figured out if I should be planning something for Valentines Day or not. I mean, any holiday plagued with hearts makes me irrationally cranky, but I don’t want to get grief for being an unromantic bastard either.” Killian stretched his neck slightly, a bit like a cat leaning into a pet. He closed his eyes for a second, tilted his head and opened his blue eyes to stare straight at Jefferson. “She trusts you, mate. Even if you’ve made a bad choice or two in the past, but that girl still trusts you with all of her heart.” He smiled, a teasing joke to lighten the mood even if he figured there was only a half-chance Jefferson would take it as such. “And if all else fails, we’ve got the ship to live on.” With the laugh still visible in his eyes, his gaze roamed over Jefferson’s face and down the front of his chest, his fingers tightening on the man’s leg. He knew the internal battle, and the hope that they weren’t rushing into something stupid on just a whim - even if it was exactly that. But it was better than sitting idly in a tailors shop or taking ship work as it came, and Killian was never one to turn down a gamble. Unless it came down to his life. Or love. His eyes darkened slightly, though the conversation switch was one he could appreciate. “Hope you haven’t got it in you to be cranky this year, I’ve already planned something for the weekend.” Killian’s arch into his touch brought a slow smile to Jefferson’s face, even if the discussion of his daughter’s trust made him quietly anxious. “All the more reason not to betray her faith in me again. Not that piling all of these people into your cabin doesn’t sound completely delightful,” he joked in return. Whatever further teasing he’d intended to add on to the end of that drifted away with Kilian’s lingering gaze and the shift from laughing eyes to darker deep thought, but the conversation remained on lighter subjects and Jefferson thought it better that way. “Oh? Did you now?” The table full of work was promptly forgotten completely. Sliding his hand away from the pirate’s neck, Jefferson covered the hand on his thigh and sat up enough to turn more towards Killian. “I’m selfishly grateful I won’t get the opportunity to botch that up. What’s the plan?” “We’ll renovate the cargo hold,” Killian replied. His slight disappointment at having Jefferson’s hand gone from his neck was replaced with a little zap of pleasure at the skin on skin contact of their hands. Ridiculous, that as a grown man, he’d still get pleasure out of the little things, but he’d learned that the typical rules with Jefferson were often thrown out of the window. “Aye,” Confirmation was given as he leaned, his lips lightly grazing along the stubble on Jefferson’s jaw. “Not that I don’t have full confidence in your ability to botch it up, I thought I’d save you the trial and error. As for the what…” Killian’s lips moved along the line of Jefferson’s jaw, and hovered over his lips for a brief second. “You’ll just have to get that information out of me.” Fairly sure he’d already forgotten what they were even talking about, Jefferson’s eyes dropped to Killian’s mouth then scanned instinctively towards the bedrooms at the end of the hall. It was a cursory glance at best, though, since he was already lifting his free hand to drag a thumb along Killian’s jaw before he fingers threaded into the man’s hair. While he still wasn’t interested in shoving their relationship in everyone’s faces, Jefferson cared a little less every day about who witnessed their less scandalous intimate moments. “Is that so?” Jefferson smirked, tilting his head to skim his lips across Killian’s, consciously mirroring the pirate’s teasing touch. “How hard am I going to have to work, exactly?” he murmured against his mouth. “I’m only asking so I know if it should involve dragging you out of this room and giving up on getting any more planning done tonight.” Killian leaned forward slightly and rested his forehead against Jefferson’s, a faint smirk playing at his lips. If he had his way, he would’ve already dragged Jefferson to the bedroom. But he was finding himself more and more aware of exactly what made Jefferson uncomfortable, and shifting his own actions accordingly. When that had started happening, he couldn’t point to a date, but it was still rather noteworthy in his head. But unsurprising. He had changed a lot when Milah entered his life, despite her eagerness to live a life of adventure - which they did - things had still changed for him. It was the same with Jefferson, only in a much calmer, tame manner than he was used to. Owing to, perhaps, a little bit of maturity he hadn’t been expecting. Mentally shaking away his more serious thoughts, he leaned in and finally pressed his lips against Jefferson’s, keeping the kiss shallow enough so that he wouldn’t get distracted, before finally pulling away. “I think you have quite the challenge ahead of you, love. But I’d be impressed if you could put your mind back to work, now.” Jefferson followed Killian with his mouth, only just letting him get a word in edgewise before kissing him with absolutely zero concern for getting distracted. That boat had long since sailed. When he did pull back, it was with a shrug and a lopsided smile. “It would probably involve you being on the other side of the island, so don’t be too impressed,” he admitted. Climbing to his feet, he stared down at Killian with mock-impatience and an insistent gesture of his hand. “Come on then.” The words were hardly out of his mouth before he reached over Killian’s shoulder and fisted his hand into the pirate’s shirt, tugging him upwards. “Let’s see if I’m up for this so-called challenge,” “Mmm,” The sound of pleasure radiated from him to Jefferson, happily following him out of the chair. “Now I know that’s not a possibility. You could barely do without me being ten minutes away.” Catching Jefferson’s hip, he pushed him into a nearby wall silently, his mouth seeking Jefferson’s out in one fluid move. He was aware that they were in an occupied house, but currently putting it in the back of his mind in favor of a quick feel. Which is why his hand drifted slightly from Jefferson’s waist, wicked grin on his lips, before he abruptly pulled away. “Looking forward to seeing you complete this challenge, Hatter. Lead the way.” The thought that was spared for the other people in the house didn’t surface in Jefferson’s mind until after he was so rudely left to catch his breath against the wall, alone. Slicing a quick glance down the hallway, he exhaled loudly through his teeth. “Ooooh, you’re gonna regret that, pirate,” he growled. Or, at least, he tried to growl. The laugh hitched on to the tail end of the sentence may have ruined the effect. Thankfully, the look in his eyes stayed heated and insistent. Pushing away from the wall, Jefferson snagged Killian around the waist and forced him to walk backwards towards the bedroom with a grown man pressed snugly against him, his mouth already working a greedy path down Killian’s neck. The haphazard piles of binders, paperwork, and magazines were left on the table without so much as half a thought. They’d still be there in the morning. |