Jack freakin' Power (whysocirrus) wrote in mutanthaven, @ 2009-01-18 00:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | aurora beaubier, jack power |
LOG: Aurora B. & Jack P.
summary: Jack & Aurora bump heads in the laundry room tonight and have a little mishap with some soap, the washing machine, and Aurora's shirt. Well, maybe not that last bit so much. And for the last time, Jack is not JP's boyfriend as much as Aurora says he is.
AURORA Holy fuck, is Aurora doing a load of washing? Something like that. Now that Jean-Paul is working more than he usually does, or is off with his boyfriends or whatever the hell he does when he is not being fabulous with his sister (that is, washing her clothes) Aurora has found that she has to was her own panties and bras and things. She thought she could have held off a couple of more days, but when she had woken up that morning, alas, after her shower there was nothing clean in her drawer and there was no way she would touch Jeanne-Marie's boring grandmother knickers.
So here she is cursing and kicking the machine and loading her colours in with her whites and generally not knowing how the fuck one washes clothing. "...OH TABERNAC." This is screamed after she has turned the washer's knob AND NOTHING HAS HAPPENED.
JACK When the bottom of his basket of clean clothes went bare and the top of his dirty basket rose, Jack sadly knew time had come to go wash things. There was only so much fof Jean-Paul's clothig he could borrow, anyway! And besides, laundry was soothing or something. The only thing clean he had left was a pair of old beat up pajama pants so he wore those down, all skin and bones, lugging his basket overflowing with man-stained boxers and beer-scented shirts with jeans that were worn in the knees.
And then cursing delighted his ears! Oh the familiar friendly French Canadian accent. Judging by the curse, he knew it was Aurora, and bounced in grinning, "You know, I hear if you speak to it in sexy tones it'll respond better." Jump on it, Aurora, and let it rattle you.
AURORA Oh she's been there and done that, thank you very much Jack. Perhaps more than once. Turning around, Aurora grinned, "OH MON DIEU FINALLY SOMEONE WHO CAN HELP ME! Jack! Slaut!" Zipping over she offered him a friendly little kiss on the cheek before turning back to the machine slinging an arm about his shoulders and glaring daggers at it, "I do not think any amount of 'sexy tones' will make it work for me, cheri. I do not usually do the washing." Lips tug downward into a rather unimpressed frown.
Then she squeazed him a little, "You will help, mais oui?!" It was more of a statement, than a question, because Aurora was proud! Maybe not as proud as her wonderfully arrogant brother, but still, she had the Beaubier name to uphold or something similar. "The bitch did not clean my clothes for me like she usually does." Oh hey! Jack is apparently in on the Not So Secret, so Aurora doesn't mind mentioning that stuck up cow in front of him.
JACK Oh Aurora! Always so cheerful and sunny. "I don't speak your crazy French words!" Slaut sounded like slut to him, man, and he's sure she isn't calling him a slut. Or is she? Crap. "I can help! ... I think. Fuck, what did you do?"
He's in on the secret but he's going to bypass answering her swears that she didn't do the laundry. Mostly because he wasn't sure where that would go if he did in fact bring it up. "So, uh, you... you got soap, right? Like, laundry soap?" Powder, liquid, maybe even a bar of it. "You dump that in yet?"
AURORA She was not swearing at him, no! Aurora smiled playfully, "Perhaps you should learn my crazy French-Canadian words, ouuui? Maybe you could suprirse mon frere with some sexy ones!" Oh ho! She was in on that secret. Aurora squeazed him tightly once more, ruffled his hair, and then promptly let go when Jack told her he could help, "Oooh merci beaucoup, cheri!! You are a life saver!!"
Zipping back over to her machine she popped the lid again and peered inside, "...Soap?" Uh. Glancing upward she flashed a smile toward him - there was a box of powerdered stuff on the shelf above her, along with someone else's special liquid soap. She reached up and grabbed both. "Oui! I have them now!" A pause as she tore open the box with her teeth, glancing up at him for a moment, "Put your clothing in, as well. That way it will wash faster!" Aurora wasn't sure how, but whatever. She wiggled her box and bottle of soap at him - what next, Jack!
JACK Blushing a deep crimson, Jack hung his head and swung it side to side, "I'm not saying any French Canadian words to him!" Alas, Jack just says normal American words, like 'faster!' and 'harder!' when things were really spunky. "Uh, dieu rein?" Jack replied, confused but amused.
"... That's... that's... that's hot," Jack squeaked, watching Aurora rip open the box like some bounty Amazonian warrior woman thing, all tall and mighty in front of him. Acting swiftly, Jack danced across and lifted his basket, dumping his clothing in on top of hers, sticking an errant sock in with a hard shove. "Man---I hope you don't have any red stuff in there. Uh!" Which soap! He pointed at the special one, "Go with that! Put it in!"
AURORA Oh she had only used her teeth as her hands were not free! But if it turned Jack on well! Two birds with one very hard stone...or something similar. "I promise you it would make him moaaan." She was teasing - the large impish grin on her face proved it. She always got such a rise out of JP when was lewd, she thought she might as well try it out on his Dumpster Fuck. "Like Spanish does for me!" Ooh yeah.
And then-- "Red?" She coughed slightly, but didn't want to look like a complete moron, so instead of telling the truth, she shook her head with a bright smile, "Non! No reds in this machine, mon ami." Oh god what does that mean? Perhaps Jack just doesn't like that colour. "Why not both?" Soaps, that is. "Then our things will be much cleaner, oui?" She shoves the plastic bottle into his hands, "You pull that cap off, s'il tu plait. I do not want to wreck my fingernails." She'd just painted them but unfortunately JM was a chronic fingernail chewer, so they were not really all that long and glorious as she would have liked them to be.
Then Aurora began to pour her powdered soap into the machine. "Yours too..." she urged him after a moment. Don't just stand there Jack!!
JACK Jack futzed and then choked out a laugh. "I already do that enough!" he swore, crossing his heart with his hand and everything. While your elfish brother may giggle and turn red like a school girl, Jack just admits and plays along. Or he'll try to. It can be hard matching wit with Aurora.
"Er, wait," something is telling him not to dump so much soap in. Something smart... something his brother would be telling him. And, there it went. "OK! Yeah, let's do both," he conceded defeat to her intelligence and grabbed the cap, twisting it off so her nails would not be wrecked and, because this is what real men do, threw it over his shoulder into the abyss. "Dump it in! Our stuff will smell like fuckin' puppies now." Everyone wants that, right?
He, quite sadly, was going to use the soap Aurora wad dumping in now. Not enough money for his own. Once the soap was in, he pushed the lid down on the washer and then jumped up onto it, keeping everything down in it. "I can't see the nobs behind me. Put it on... heavy load."
AURORA Yay! She liked it when people played along - there was only so much fun one could have with someone who kept DENYING THINGS ALL OF THE DAMN TIME, JEAN-PAUL SHE WAS LOOKING AT YOU.
Deep down, Aurora knew that this was probably way too much soap, but the anarchist within her liked to cause problems (for other people to fix) and so without a moment's hesitation, the box was being shaken, and every last speck of powder was emptied into the machine. Giving a satisfied smirk, Aurora, too, jumped up onto the lip, twisting her body around so that she could turn the knobs...randomly. This is where she had been stuck at the beginning, but she this time she managed to suss it out, and suddenly the machine groaned to life, shuddering under their weight.
"Excellent!" She clapped her hands a little, "Aren't I glad that you have come along when you did, hmm cheri?!" The answer is yes, and she gave him another hug, once again disappointed that he was already having sex with her brother. NO FUN FOR HER TODAY IN THIS LAUNDRY ROOM. OH WELL.
JACK Jean-Paul was just suppressing his inner freak! He should embrace it like Jack and Aurora! Maybe even Walter!
This roaring to life part was the best. Aurora, have you done the tango recently on a full machine? Jack probably isn't the person to do it with though, but it's a thought. For him. "I don't---yes?" He's being hugged! It's like... being hugged by an Amazon! Jack squeezed her back and laughed as a super thud happened and he bounced on his side of the washer. "I love having sex on these."
There, he said it.
"But your brother refuses to."
AURORA Aurora was a tall girl, it was true! She might even be able to snap your little neck off like an Amazonian could, if you upset her, Jack. Grab the sides of his head in her superspeedy hands and then twist. Easy! Um. Yes. Aurora was more freak than most, maybe.
"Ugh!" She rolled her eyes, at his last comment, obviously not in the least bit surprised, "He is so uptight, non?! I keep telling him, Jean-Paul you--ooooooh!!!--" The machine shook beneath her, and she clutched at Jack's arm throwing her head back and laughing, before wiping a tear away from her eye and continuing a little breathlessly "--you need to learn to have some more fun! You are so...how do you Americans say it? So emo. 'Wa wa wa I am never getting enough cock wa wa wa.' Sometimes I think he is getting more than me hmm?" She poked Jack and gave him a meaningful look, "I hear you both. At night, you know. DO NOT THINK YOU ARE BEING DISCREET." Mostly because Aurora is a perve and listens at the wall, but whatever.
Why are her legs getting wet?
JACK NOW HE KNOWS WHY JP FREAKS OUT. "Haha oh my god," Jack facepalmed, chest heaving with laughter so much his lungs could break his tiny little spine. "I get enough cock thank you!" AND HE DOES. Usually your brother. "But I like the vag too, Aurora!" AND HE DOES. Man, how he doth love this girl and her humor. He jumped from the poke, boney hind coming off the machine and then landing back on before poking her in the tit, "Don't think you're being discreet either! I hear you with Julian, too!" This is the problem with sharing a hallway, no?
Wet legs? What wet legs. Oh, no, did he piss himself from laughing too hard?
AURORA "Good." Aurora grinned, flicking her dark hair over her shoulder and lifting her chin, "Next time I am fucking him, I will shout--non I will screeeam out your name for funsies." She proabably would, too, to make Julian jealous, and to make Jack laugh down the hallway. Oh Julian would love that, she was sure.
"Do not go telling mon frere that too often or he will just mope to me some more about how he is afraid he is catching your bisexuality or something." Aw Aurora loved her brother, but he was way too much in his head, some of the time. "I hope you are teaching him how to go with the flow!"
Speaking of flow-- "Oh look! Bubbles!" OH WAIT. BUBBLES. She lifted herself off of the machine, floating a couple of feet off of the floor which was slowly becoming flooded with white foam. "Did we do that, cheri?" Aurora felt as though she should be feeling guilty, at the moment, so attempted to smooth her expression into one that was more suitable. Then she laughed. "Whoops!"
JACK "DO! I will cloud in and watch!" Jack pumped his fist in the air, totally not serious on that threat. Or he could be serious on it, depending on how much Aurora felt like fucking with the telekinetic.
Rolling his shoulders, Jack slumped a bit against his Amazonian Elf, "I try, but you know, he's like, 'no one can know I like dick!' which, you know. I mean, my family doesn't know but it's not the end of the world if you suck it. Enjoy sex when you're young and get it out there." That is his spiel at least when people ask him about why he bends over. Aurora would understand that, right? god, he hopes she does.
Do what. Jack looked down at the sparkly snow, grinning with delight, before looking up, "I think we did, dude." Swooping down he picked up a handful of the suds and blew into them so they sprayed everywhere, adding to the mess. "I think Warren will murder us!"
AURORA "You think you could film as well?" Aurora had always wanted to put a video up on youtube. She hadn't actually asked Julian about it yet, but it can't hurt to make plans ahead of time, right?
"I AGREE ONE HUNDRED AND TEN PERCENT, CHERI!! Live fast! Fuck Hard! Leave a fabulous looking dead body." This was how Aurora liked to live her tres magnifique life and no one was going to tell her otherwise. Especially not Jean-Paul who seemed so intent on ruining all of her fun (and his own). Sure, the little voice at the back of her head told her he was actually stopping her from jail time or something euqally as horrible, but no one said Aurora had to actually listen to that little annoying, bitchy voice.
"Warren will do no such thing!" She dropped to the floor and grabbed a handfull of foam, zipping over to Jack and rubbing it into his face, giggling. "He won't know it was us!" Aurora paused and then pulled open the washer's lid so that the bubbles literally erupted from the machine, pouring out and spilling down the sides. "Oops." She was grinning, though, quite clearly not worried at all. Sorry, Jack, Aurora will lead you down into the gates of hell with a smile on her face if you let her.
JACK "I could totally film," and get off on it too. One stone, two birds, he enjoys that, yo. And probably not tell anyone but just leave his stuff (ie jizz) on the closet door.
"HOORAY! I... pretty much agree with all of that!" His body being fabulous at death is the only thing he didn't agree with. There was a good chance his death would be full of nasty moments and as nice as it would be to look like Aurora on a sunny day, he probably won't. Reality hurts. Kind of like Hell, but hey, if she's leading, it better be nude.
Speaking of! "Oh, fuck, wha---" AND THEN BUBBLES WERE IN HIS FACE. Jack sputtered and spewed, before giving a fuck-all to his cares and jumped down, scooping some suds up for himself and thrusting them as well as suds could be thrusted towards Aurora, dragging her into this soapy mess. "I can't believe," he said between blowing suds and flapping his arms about to deflect her bubbly advances, "gay disco clubs have suds nights!"
AURORA "Then I will let you know next time Julian comes over, oui?" She was serious. Expect a text message one of those nights, Jack.
Unfortunately for him, he was playing up against someone with superhuman reflexes, and Aurora only let him get so far before she suddenly zipped around behind him, both hands filled with white foamy soap suds and jamming them down the back of his pants. Take that! Giggling, she paused, cringing back as more bubbles were tossed her way, and then raising her eyebrows, "You ought to take me to a gay nightclub, cheri! I can hit on all of the hot bitches and you can make out with all of the boys. Mon frere can come too and you two can suck each other off in the cloak room at the end of the night!" Jack gets another handful of soap suds in his face at that.
JACK "Uh, oui!" Oh god, he's going to go to jail for voluntarily filming someone without their knowledge.
Was he just---oh he was! Jack squeaked and squirmed away from her, the hands down his pants was a little strange but alright, he can roll with this. Then the bomb dropped and Jack froze, "I don't... I don't really go to them, Aurora," he admitted with a heavy sigh, scooping up suds and reaching out to drop them on her head, make a little crown out of them for the Princess. "But I'll let your brother know about that and see what he thinks!" JP will be having a heart attack when that topic is brought up. "Since he usually does that part anyway," Jack grinned wide, wagging his tongue out at her.
And the suds just kept coming! When he reached down to grab more (this time to attach a beard to his face, since that is fun) Jack noticed the bubbles were a bit... higher. Like, another foot. Rollin' out the machine.
AURORA "You do not?" Aurora stared at him a moment, looking quite surprised, "Jean-Paul has not taken you to one yet?" Well that was a little slack of him! Her feet were begnning to feel more than just a little wet...her ankles too...but instead of looking worried about it, she just kicked some bubbles in Jack's direction.
"Aaaand it sounds as though you are giving mon frere all of the work!" Aurora smiled, wiggling her tongue right back at him, before ducking a little to allow him to crown her Soap Princess of the Laundry. "You are laaazy, n'est ce paaas?!" She began to help him with his beard, adding a pair of 'bushy' bubble eyebrows to go with it. "Is JP your first boyfriend, then?" Teasing him, now.
A pause before she added, "Oooh so many bubbles!!" They were more than ankle deep in them now. Aurora sped over and slammed the laundry door shut, pushing soap out of her face and offering him an amused, if not slightly manic grin.
JACK "Uhhhh, less him not taking me to one and more me not going?" Jack wasn't sure how else to phrase that, Amazonian. Discos weren't really his forte; Jack liked more initimate house parties where when you were drunk and high it was easy to pass out on the couch, or bed, or the rhodendron bush in the back yard. Naked. And here came the blustering as she asked if JP was his first 'boyfriend,' a term Jack hated so. "Noooo, not, not like that. We're not like that," he insisted, waving his hands in front of him like a chicken running around with his head chopped off.
Laughing at the look on her face, he slammed his palm against his nose and accidentally snorted in some bubbles. The little suckers stung! and brought some tears to his eyes before he gave into the situation and chortled, cracking out a, "I'm not dating your brother, Aurora, we're just screwing."
AURORA "Well that situation we will need to fix, of course. We cannot have you missing out on the fun of a gay club - I will have words with mon frere." She will have you dancing to Kylie Minogue and The Village People before you know it, Jack. Maybe Aurora just wanted to be a fag hag. Even if Jack wasn't a fag, per se, he was totally doing her brother and not her, and that, in Aurora's opinion = fag.
"Boo." Aurora frowned. "You should be his boyfriend!" She didn't actually care, to be honest, but maybe if JP had a boyfriend he would lighten up and let her fly to Montreal. It made sense to her. "I think I will try dating." She sat down in the foam, then began building pointy castles.
JACK "I'm not missing out! I'm... I'm pleasantly enjoying house parties!" With their old Sublime and Nirvana cds mixed with the Kanye West. Jack will happily drag Aurora along to one the next time it comes up; she'd like her some vodka and beer bongs! And if his being a 'fag' every escaped her lips he'd grab her top and expose her breasts to the world to change topic fast---and don't think he won't, either. He'll do it.
Twitching, Jack cracked into a grin and shook his head, flinging some bubbles into the air. "You can try dating, or you can get naked and we'll romp on top of the washing machine!" There's a wink and a nudge in there, but he's totally serious.
AURORA And if Aurora knew that that is what Jack would do upon being called a 'fag' perhaps she should have done it already! There's nothing like a little bit of upper body exposure to get the day started! "House parties." She smiled, "At least there is already a bedroom, there, oui? You do not have to take a boy home because you are already in a home." Wasn't that the only reason people went to house parties? That's what Aurora had heard, anyway.
She laughed, hand to her chest in what was a rather carefully planned, coquettish movement, and she watched him for a moment through her lashes, "Ah! Non, mon petit cher, I am afraid that we would have a very displeased Jean-Paul on our hands, if we were to romp." Though it was tempting. Now she had a little fort of bubbles about her, and she sat in the middle looking quite pleased with herself. "I think, however, that we should perhaps go and get something to drink, oui? And come back when our clothing is washed. I do not want you to get in trouble for creating all of this mess now." Because this clearly wasn't her fault.
JACK WELL THEN! He'll have to do this on their next outing if that word comes out. Or maybe he'll do it the next time they're at the beach. Like, what. Tomorrow. "Or a girl! You don't have to take a girl home if you're already in her pants," he said with a twisted grin, flipping his hair all Fabio-like out of his face. Watch it flip!
"... Drink?" Jack's ears perked up and he offered a soapy hand down to the Amazon, to scoop her up so they could traipse out of her bubbly kingdom. "I'll, uh, never mention what we talked about to JP if you pay for it all," a bribe worthy of any name! "And pin the blame on someone else," which is easier said than done, but Jack would find a way. Oh, he would find a way. "What'dya say, eh?"
AURORA Oh she watched it flip! Aurora fluttered her eyelashes in response, gracefully placing her soapy hand in his and jumping to her feet.
"I would pay for it all," She giggled, "if I had any money -- but I do not work, silly!" She slapped him on the arm playfully, sending a puff of mini white bubbles floating about them both, "But let us see if we cannot come to some sort of other arrangement, non? Perhaps if you pay for it all, I will not tell mon frere that you put the moves on me, hmm? This is a good counter offer, c'est ne pas?" She thought it was, anyway.
JACK Jack had to give into that argument and shrugged in agreement to her proposition, "Yeah, I can be down for that!" And how! draping one arm over Aurora's shoulders, Jack gave the still bubbling washing machine a loving pat before leading her to the door. "You know, just to make it clear, if you're ever up for a good time I'm just down the hall... now, let's go get smashed."