Re: Billy K/Jamie M: the Mayers apartment
Jamie couldn't do shit. Like, the muscle coordination thing he had down but it wasn't like being able to perform a triple pirouette translated itself to taking a hit or being able to deck another guy. Withering put-downs were a thing in the studio, mostly delivered in French or Russian if you were with a total sadist. Nobody had taught Jamie to hit anyone, and he sucked at it. But like, aside from the basics of self-protection, which yeah, he wasn't like, dining out on he was also the least like, 'special' in the Repose way shit was 'special' out there. Christmas was long, long past and the light-show that glimmered on the shoulders of people who were had had the batteries or something run out. So like, he saw Billy and he saw a guy shorter than him, leaner than him with the kind of effusive confidence that probably made people want to hit him.
But okay, he didn't like, bubble with pride over his interior shit getting checked out. He looked along the direction Billy's gaze slanted up at, the picture from like, years ago that had been crammed in suitcases, a bunch of other stuff recommended by his like, search history or whatever. He looked, and he was distracted, as the guy's knee caught air over his like, groin or whatever, and settled the other side of Jamie's thigh, his hands already in Jamie's hair. Which, Jamie's chin notched higher, his eyes like, shuttered brief and predictable and he caught Billy's hip in the palm of his hand, where the denim of the guy's waistband was friction against his life-line, or whatever.
"Small?" Jamie swallowed a laugh as Billy's fingernails stroked the cord of his throat, glimmering a little - he snagged one of the guy's hands, rolled his fingers in between Jamie's finger and thumb to look at the chipped pattern. "I think New Zealand is meant to be like, pretty large? I'm all about new places but like, nah." He let his weight fall back on his elbows, amusement sifting upward through like, new-blotting heat to his mouth. "You? Reasons to run away?" And like, he took serious fucking advantage given the guy was in his lap and coaxed Billy's fingers to his lower lip, and laved the tip of his index with his tongue.