the escaped logician (cadence) wrote in ironman7, @ 2007-09-25 23:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | cadence, final fantasy xii, week 6: prompt 6 |
Final Fantasy XII (Jules/Ffamran) [week 6 - prompt 6]
Title: Flamboyant
Author: Cadence
Rating: R
Word Count: 700
Summary: "A young man comes to the old city looking that flamboyant, he draws attention. If he doesn't immediately start up a street performance, it's clear to assume he's selling something else."
"The boy looks too expensive for you, Jules!" Some man who thinks himself more clever than he is calls from across the plaza.
Ffamran breaks off speaking and, after a moment, his eyes widen and he backs away. Jules scowls. He'd hoped to get to break that particular aspect of Ffamran's new clothing to him himself.
The joker laughs at having apparently scared Jules's whore off.
"Oh, come now, Master Ffamran." Ignoring the man, Jules speaks softly so the fool can't hear. "A young man comes to the old city looking that flamboyant, he draws attention. If he doesn't immediately start up a street performance, it's clear to assume he's selling something else."
Ffamran frowns, which means that impression wasn't his goal, not that Jules had earnestly thought otherwise. Then he surprises Jules as his mouth twists into a smirk, and he moves back, settling a hand lightly on Jules's lower back like Jules is some woman Ffamran is romancing.
Ffamran drawls wryly, "Well then, let's work with that assumption, shall we?"
Jules just looks at him, eyebrows raised slightly. Eventually Ffamran shifts uncomfortably under his gaze.
"It would be safer than being recognized for who I truly am."
"Certain of that, are you?" He reaches to Ffamran in turn, but he is not as gentlemanly – instead he hooks his arm solidly around the boy's waist and pulls him in harshly. Ffamran stumbles against him, and Jules murmurs his next words against his neck. "Many are those that would take significant advantage of such a pretense."
Ffamran muscles tense, but he doesn't pull away. "And certainly you are one to know," he says instead, like it's an indictment.
Sheltered boy. Jules decides the truth will shock him more than anything else. "Indeed. It can be a fairly easy payment for a young man to make when gil is scarce." Ffamran gapes. "But you, now. You're dressed like a professional, which means a bit more than going to one's knees to settle a debt."
The boy still doesn't pull away. If there's one thing that has made Jules successful in his trade, it's knowing when it's worth it to press his luck, and this is definitely one of those times.
"Why," he runs a finger along Ffamran's lips, letting the tip slide slightly into his opened mouth, "I could put you to work right here. Get you to open up my pants and take my cock in your mouth. That way anyone who walked by would see you're nothing but a fancy whore."
Ffamran makes a little choked noise and tilts his face away, but he doesn't make a concerted effort to flee otherwise, and Jules keeps him close with sturdy pressure on his back.
"Or," Jules says, sliding that hand lower to a firm grip of Ffamran's ass even as he hooked his free hand in the front of his pants. "I could take you back to my room, where the sheets are no doubt dirtier and the walls thinner than anything you've seen in Central, and I could get you face down and fuck you dry."
Ffamran jerks, but it the movement just rucks up his shirt, and the knuckles of Jules's hand brush bare skin under his waistband.
"Psh. Ye always could talk anyone into anything, Jules," their commentator interrupts somewhat bitterly from across the way, before walking off.
Jules takes the hint and removes his hands, and Ffamran shifts back to stand a respectable distance away, flushed with embarrassment.
"Never let it be said that Jules cannot work with a cue," Jules says, as Ffamran straightens his shirt. "Now, where were we?"
Ffamran sputters. "I – you –"
"You were telling me a rather nice bit of high city gossip, as I recall. Let us continue, shall we?"
Then Jules notices that Ffamran's flush has not faded, and in fact seems to be creeping up his neck. "After that we should indeed retreat to my room. It would draw questions if we did nothing, after that."
He deliberately leaves open the possibility of it being simply for show, but by the brightness of Fframran's eyes as he nods, he might get something extra from this meeting yet.